The Willing Cuckold Ch. 02

Warning: This story will not appeal to everyone. If you find it offensive or not credible, please accept my apologies and move on to a story more to your taste.

Some elements of this story are wholly fabricated, so please do not be concerned about the health threats posed by unprotected sex. Some elements of this story are true. I leave it to you to decide what is true and what is the product of a vivid imagination. Almost 40 years later, Dee and I are still married with children and grandchildren.

Enjoy.

CHAPTER 02 - The Bachelor Party

Two months later, we were having a quiet dinner at our favorite Japanese restaurant. I was enjoying my grilled yellowtail collar, but Dee was unusually quiet, idly pushing the food around her plate with her chopsticks. Knowing this was her way of prodding me to ask her what was bothering her, I said, "You're quiet tonight. Something on your mind?"

"Mmm," Dee responded and slowly tilted her sake cup until she drained the warm, fragrant wine.. She put her cup down and continued to rearrange her food. I refilled her sake cup and gestured to the waitress for another flask.

Dee quickly drained her cup and drew in her breath. "Chris called me today."

"How is he doing? Does he like working in New York?" His fiancée, Cynthia, had accepted a job at an investment bank in Manhattan, so Chris requested a transfer to his firm's New York office. Around the same time, they set a date for their wedding here in San Francisco.

With the move to New York and his involvement in the planning of his wedding, Chris and Dee had not seen each other since she drove him to the airport. "He loves the energy of Manhattan, the office, their apartment in Chelsea, all of it. He said he was sorry he did not see me before he left, but thought I would understand." By now, the waitress had brought another flask of sake, and I refilled Dee's cup. Dee nodded her thanks and gingerly sipped the hot sake.

Dee finally ate a mouthful of food before she continued, "Chris said a few of the guys in his office are throwing him a bachelor party next month on a weekend when Cynthia is here in San Francisco meeting with the caterer and DJ." Dee looked at me intently and quietly said, "And he asked me to come to the bachelor party. With Cynthia back here in San Francisco, this will be the only time for the next six months that he will be on his own. He said he would love to have me strip for him. He thinks it would be hot to have his coworkers lusting after me without knowing we had hooked up."

"How will he explain your presence to his co-workers at the bachelor party they're planning?"

"He would tell the guys that his cousin, who lives in Argentina, hired me to be the entertainment for the party. She searched my eyes for a clue as to whether I was angry or jealous. Understanding that Dee was asking for my understanding, not my approval, I said, "That sounds pretty wild." Afraid I might say the wrong thing, I said, "That sounds like fun. I will cook tomorrow night, and you can tell me more about it over dinner."

Dee nodded her assent, and we finished our meals in silence. That night, our lovemaking was frenzied and urgent. The thought of Dee stripping for the bachelor party and fucking Chris put both of our libidos in high gear. Afterward, Dee fell asleep almost immediately, but I remained stubbornly awake, my mind churning over Dee's invitation to Chris' bachelor party.

The following night, I prepared aglio olio (spaghetti with garlic, olive oil, a dab of butter, and a pinch of red pepper flakes), a lightly dressed green salad, and a chilled bottle of crisp Soave. When Dee got home from work, she quickly shrugged off her coat and sat down with a glass of chilled white wine. "Hon, it smells incredible, and this Soave pairs perfectly with aglio olio. Before you say anything, I want to say that I would like to fuck Chris again and the idea of stripping for a bunch of strange men gets me wet, but that is not the way to show you I want to build a future with you. Fucking Chris is just sex and stripping in front of a group of strangers is a silly fantasy."

I responded, "Dee, I am glad you brought up the subject of our future together." Dee had a stricken look on her face. Her facial expressions shifted across the spectrum when I continued, "I want us to start planning our future together, marriage, kids, the house in the suburbs, the whole deal. I understand you have things you want to experience and goals you want to realize. I don't think we can have a solid relationship until you have those experiences and reach all of your goals."

"Yes!" she exclaimed. "That is what I want too, a future with you. Tell me what you want me to do."

"I want you to live out your fantasies, get the teaching credential you've been talking about. Get those things out of the way before we have kids and face the reality of diapers, pre-school, PTA meetings, and saving for college. If stripping for Chris' bachelor party is one of your fantasies, go for it."

"I don't know what to say," Dee almost sobbed. "Marrying you is my favorite fantasy. Nothing would make me happier. And yes, I would like to get my teaching credential. Everything you said sounds wonderful. But what secret fantasies do you want to fulfill before we get married and have kids? Do you want to go trekking in Nepal? Do you want to have sex with another woman? Or maybe a threesome with me and another woman? I told you before, I would do anything for you."

I had shared all of those fantasies with Dee at one time or another, but I wasn't prepared to talk about how this would apply to me. "Dee, I have not given any thought to what I would cross off my bucket list. But here is what I have thought about yours. If dancing at Chris's bachelor party is on your list, I'll use some of my airline miles to get you an airplane ticket to New York. I will use hotel points to get you a one-bedroom suite at my favorite hotel in Midtown Manhattan for the weekend."

Dee erupted in delighted squeals and jumped up to hug me. "I love you," she said before she kissed me passionately. "Just knowing you're willing to deal with my craziness and still see a future for us makes me love you even more. I'll call Chris tomorrow and work out the details."

The next night, we resumed our conversation from the night before. Dee started by telling me about her conversation with Chris. "He is super excited that I am coming to his party. His best friend, Doug, is flying in from Dallas for the party. Chris said he was a little sad that his bachelor party was just with his new friends from the New York office, but with Doug and me there, he said the party would feel like a real celebration.

I did not want to tell him you were sponsoring my trip, so I said the hotel suite was my contribution to his party. I told him I was taking Friday off and would arrive at the hotel around 4 pm. Chris said that was perfect. He was relieved the party would not take place at his apartment; he didn't want to leave potentially incriminating evidence of my visit.

Doug is planning to arrive around the same time I am. Chris asked me to join them for dinner on Friday. He said on Saturday, the guys were taking him to dinner at 7, and they would regroup at the hotel at 9 pm.

After my Jazzercise class today, I asked the instructor, Sarah, if she knew anybody who gave lessons in striptease. Sarah said she also teaches exotic dance routines and pole dancing. She uses her living room for private lessons. Her students are mainly amateurs who want to do a striptease for their husbands or boyfriends, and she has taught a few girls who went on to dance professionally at the Mitchell Brothers Theatre (a notorious adult entertainment theater in San Francisco at the time). She said she could fit me in on Monday and Wednesday nights for an hour, and two hours on Saturday morning for the next four weeks. She knows I am fit and limber, so she thinks we can put together a 30-minute routine. What do you think?"

"I think I will book your airplane ticket and hotel tomorrow. And I hope you will let me go shopping with you for your costume."

For the next four weeks, Dee trained hard. She took Jazzercise classes at lunch during the week and ran on the nights she didn't have lessons with Sarah. She also stopped drinking alcohol and lowered her calorie intake. She already had a slim, taut body, but she wanted to look her best when she stripped in front of a bunch of strangers.

Sarah was a taskmaster, and her lessons were a combination of stretching and specific moves that they gradually stitched together into one dance routine. Eventually, Dee confessed to Sarah that she was preparing to strip at a friend's bachelor party. Sarah changed the lesson plan by converting the 30-minute dance routine to a 10-minute dance, followed by a 30-minute program of naughty games and lap dances.

The costume she chose was a crotchless dominatrix outfit complete with a miniature cat o' 9 tails. The costume suited Dee's slim figure and long legs. The night she bought it, she modeled it for me. She looked crazy sexy in it, and I was instantly hard. The top had panels over her breasts that were attached with Velcro. Similarly, the bottom had a large triangular patch over the crotch that was connected with velcro strips. She demonstrated how to remove the patches, and then Dee had me lie down. She straddled my face while she blew me. During this period, Dee would periodically treat me to a blowjob but we didn't engage in intercourse or cunnilingus. Dee planned to arrive in New York without having had an orgasm in four weeks. While she was blowing me, just the sight of her anus and clear lubricating fluid starting to collect on her swollen pussy lips had me close to orgasming. Several drops of the fragrant nectar from her pussy dribbled into my mouth. The taste of her pussy sent me into overdrive and I pumped a large load of hot cum into her waiting mouth. Before I could lean forward to lick the remaining fluid from her pussy Dee jumped up and changed out of the outfit.

When week four rolled around, Dee had appointments with her hairdresser, manicurist, and an esthetician to get a facial and a waxing. Her final appointment was at a spa to get a body scrub. After the scrub, they applied baby oil to her skin. When she emerged from the spa, her flawless caramel skin glowed with a dewy softness.

The night before she left, she treated me to a preview of her dance routine and one of the games Sarah taught her. After she put on her dominatrix outfit, Dee played her music on a small boombox and started dancing. As she moved seductively, she slowly removed various pieces of her outfit. Periodically, she would perform leg lifts, displaying her glistening clean shaven pussy through the crotchless bottom of her costume.

After she had completely stripped, she had me lie down on the floor and put a bubble gum cigarette in my mouth. She put on a different song and stood above me, facing my feet, and slowly started swaying back and forth. As the song's tempo increased, Dee lowered her ass until I was looking directly at her brown crinkly asshole and moist puffy pussy lips. As she got closer to my face her pussy lips flared apart and wrapped around the cigarette. She slowly stood up, and she pulled the cigarette from my mouth. When she was fully upright, she pulled the cigarette from her pussy and showed me the juices from her pussy had made the cigarette paper damp.

Sarah taught her this routine and told her to sell the cigarettes to partygoers for $10 each (this was the 80s). When Dee told her she didn't want to charge the guys, Sarah reminded her that the guys thought she was a professional and expected her to charge them, and if she didn't, they might think something was amiss. Sarah said this also applied to lap dances. She said that $20 per lap dance was a reasonable charge. Sarah also said she knew some of her students would fuck the groom for the right price (usually $200).

By now I was so hard I lowered my pants and begged Dee to suck me off. She happily gave me an amazing blowjob. She declined any sexual stimulation for herself. Dee was determined to show up in New York radiating the sexual energy of a bitch in heat.

We arose early the following morning so Dee could catch a 7 am non-stop to Newark. When I dropped her off at Departures, she kissed me and told me she would call when she checked into the hotel.

When I got to my office, I called the assistant manager of Dee's hotel. Some of my work assignments required lengthy stays in New York, and I always stayed at this hotel. The assistant manager and I had developed a work friendship. The hotel was not busy this weekend, and he upgraded Dee to the Presidential Suite.

Dee called and left a message around 3 pm to let me know she had arrived safely and checked into the hotel. "The suite is fabulous! The living room is the size of your whole apartment. The bedroom is gigantic, it has a king-size bed and a sofa. The bathroom has a spa tub and a walk-in shower large enough for two. This is incredible. Thank you, thank you!"

Dee continued, "I am meeting Chris and Doug in the hotel restaurant at 8 pm. We'll work out the details for the party during dinner. I am nervous, but I am also excited about getting up in front of a bunch of strangers and stripping. Weird, I know. I will try to get to bed early since we got up so early today, and I don't want to look like a grandma tomorrow night. I'll call you tomorrow. Love you," and ended the message.

The next morning, I went for a run and came home to continue working on my presentation. Dee called around 11 am.

After exchanging the usual pleasantries, Dee launched into the conversation at full tilt, "Hon, I had dinner with Chris and Doug. This was my first time meeting Doug. He's been Chris's best friend since they were in elementary school. They're still very close, even though Doug lives in Dallas. We had dinner downstairs at the restaurant in the lobby.

It was great catching up with Chris and learning about their plans for the wedding and honeymoon, they're going to Bali!

We went through two bottles of wine and several rounds of shots before we finished dinner. We were having so much fun, I suggested we go up to the suite and raid the bar in the room. Chris apologized and said he had to get back to his apartment because Cynthia was going to call him at 10. He hugged me and whispered in my ear that he was looking forward to seeing me tomorrow night.

Doug said he was staying in the hotel too and accepted my invitation to continue drinking in my suite. When he stood up, I realized he was a big man. Doug must be 6'3" with broad shoulders and long legs. I felt like a little doll next to him.

When we got to the room, Doug went to the bar in the suite and made us martinis, and we settled into the sofa in the living room. Up to that point, I had not looked at Doug too carefully. He is ruggedly good-looking in a Marlboro Man way.

He told me about his girlfriend, Brianna, and I talked about you. We laughed at how Brianna and I are both scheming to get married to our boyfriends.

Doug made us another cocktail. By this time, although I drank less than the guys, I was pretty drunk and should have declined. Doug was insistent, so I accepted. As soon as I started sipping on my cocktail, Doug said Chris had told him we had been hooking up. I confirmed that we had a fling shortly before he moved to New York.

That's when things got crazy. Honey, do you want me to go on?"

When she said "things got crazy," my antennae shot up; she had my full attention. "Yes, dish."

"It was the first time I had been dominated, and I loved it." Dee almost gushed with enthusiasm. "Doug made me feel small and used. As soon as I told Doug that Chris and I had hooked up, his voice changed, and he told me to drink up in a deep, almost hoarse voice." He wasn't asking me to finish my drink; he was telling me. Doug stood up and retrieved something from his jacket. When he turned around, he stood over me and said, "Hurry up." Doug had a menacing look on his face, and his voice had a threatening tone. Honey, I was so scared I drank my martini in two gulps.

When I put my glass down and looked up, Doug had pulled his pants down and pushed his cock towards my face. He said Chris had told him I could deep throat him and he wanted to see if it was true."

"Is he as big as Chris?" I asked.

"Not as long as Chris, but he is thicker. Even semi-hard, I could tell this was the thickest cock I had ever encountered. When I told Doug I didn't want to suck his cock, without saying anything he grabbed my hair and pulled me to his cock. At this point I was freaking out. Scared and drunk I opened my mouth and started licking the head of his cock. I worked my way down to his balls and I sucked one of his fat balls into my mouth. He told me to quit stalling and put it in my mouth. By now, he was fully hard. I held his cock and I could see he was leaking pre-cum onto my hand.

Doug put his hand behind my head and pulled me towards his cock. The head of his cock was so big I could barely stretch my mouth open to get the head in. Doug tried to push his cock in further but he was too big, I couldn't take him. I pulled him out of my mouth, and I begged him to stop.

Doug pulled me roughly to my feet and started undressing me. By this time, I was so scared that I took over from Doug and undressed myself. When I got to my panties I was shocked to discover my pussy was wet. To check I ran a finger along the opening to my vagina and my finger confirmed my pussy was slick with lubricating fluid. Doug saw me do this and pushed my hand out of the way and inserted his finger into my pussy. Doug took my arousal as consent. He spun me and bent me over the sofa. I felt his fat cock pushing its way into my vagina. I groaned as my vagina stretched to accommodate his cock."

As she was telling me her story my cock hardened and my breath quickened.

"It took a few strokes but Doug got the entire length of his cock in my vagina. As my pussy adjusted to his girth, I started to enjoy having him in me. Suddenly, he pulled his cock out and spun me around. When he had my face in front of his cock he shot his cum on my face. I opened my mouth and tried to swallow as much of his cum as I could."

"You didn't cum?" I asked.

"No, I was close, but I am glad I did not. I waited four weeks so I would be super horny for the bachelor party. Getting so close to orgasming made me even hornier for tonight..

In a Jekyll & Hyde moment, when Doug finished pumping his seed on my face, his voice changed back to the nice, casual tone he had during dinner. He pulled his pants up and told me he would call me to make arrangements to have booze delivered to the suite and left.

Honey, that was the first time I had been scared, intimidated, and horny at the same time. One more weird sexual kink I need to unpack. I am going to run out and get some things. I saw a Duane Reade drugstore across the street when I pulled up to the hotel. I love you, and I'll call you after the party ends."

When the call ended, I returned to my presentation. That night, I met a group of friends for dinner and drinks at Pat O'Shea's, a lively neighborhood restaurant and bar. That evening, the food was hearty and delicious, the conversation was animated, and the drinks flowed freely. By the time I returned to my apartment, it was 1 pm. The blinking light on the answering machine seemed to reproach me for missing Dee's call. When I pushed the play button, Dee's tired voice said, "Hi Hon, sorry I missed you. It's 3 am here. I'll try you again in the morning. I love you. Good night." Disappointed that I would have to wait until tomorrow to hear all of the details of the bachelor party, I crawled into bed and fell asleep.

The next morning, Dee's call woke me at 8:30. The call was brief; she wanted to let me know she was checking out of the hotel and was leaving for the airport. She reminded me that her flight was scheduled to land at 5. I grunted an acknowledgement and in a raspy voice, croaked, "I can't wait to see you."

In a tone laden with promise, Dee said, "You sound a little worse for wear. I'm pretty tired myself. I plan on sleeping the entire flight home. Get some rest, babe, you're going to need it." We said our farewells and hung up the phone.

Dee was already standing outside on the curb when I pulled up to the Arrivals area at the airport. When I got out of the car to put her bag in the trunk, she quickly embraced me and kissed me. "Thank you for giving me this trip. It was an incredible experience."

When we arrived back at my apartment, I ordered a Margherita pizza and assembled a tossed green salad. Dee drew a hot bath and soaked until the pizza was delivered. By the time I served the salad and put out two frosty Anchor Steam beers, Dee was sitting across from me in a fluffy bathrobe and a towel wrapped around her hair. Dee drew a deep draught of her beer and let out a contented sigh. "This is just what the doctor ordered."

We ate without speaking, happy to be together even after a short separation. The silence was only broken by the crunching sound of eating the crisp greens in the salad.

Eventually, Dee put her fork down, let out a loud, unladylike burp, and daintily wiped her mouth with her napkin. "The best way to describe the party is to show you," she said as she stood up and took off her bathrobe. Dee slowly turned around so I could get the full measure of the red and purple bruises that covered her ass. The pale skin of her breasts was covered with red bruises where they had been slapped and pinched. Even her groin area had angry red lines as if it had been whipped.

I almost jumped out of my chair. "Jesus, what happened?" I asked.

"Doug used the cat o' nine tails," she responded with a shy smile. "It's okay, honey, it's messed up, but I liked it. I told you how dominating Doug was on Friday night. On Saturday night, he made me his sub. Come with me," she took my hand and led me to the bedroom.

Dee got on the bed and lay on her back. When she pulled her legs back to her chest, I could see her inner thighs and hairless mons pubis were crisscrossed with red welts. Dee's parted labia revealed her moist vaginal opening and swollen clitoris.

"Eat my pussy while I tell you what happened," she implored. I immediately knelt and started lapping up the delicious secretions from her vagina.

"That's it, honey. God, I needed this." Dee moaned in reaction to my oral exploration of her vagina and anus. I seemed to be in a contest to see if I could lick up all the juices that leaked from her pussy.

"Ahhhh, yes, just like that," she whispered. "There were eight guys there: Chris, Doug, and six from Chris's office. When they got to the hotel, they had already drunk a few bottles of wine and plenty of cocktails with dinner. When I let them into the suite, I introduced myself as Raven and said Chris' cousin hired me to entertain them. Chris stepped forward and pulled me to him and kissed me while he fondled my ass. The guys started cheering Chris on, so I played it up and kissed Chris back while I rubbed his crotch." Dee stopped talking to let out a low moan as if to tell me to keep sucking on her fat, swollen labia.

"I had covered my body with baby oil and put a dab of Vaseline along the slit of my pussy to make it look wet like Sarah taught me. The guys took a seat on the sofa and chairs. Chris was put in an armless chair in the middle of the room. I felt self-confident about my body; I knew I was lean, and my skin was tight and gleamed slightly from the baby oil. The room temperature was turned down, so my nipples were hard and visible under the costume.. I had rubbed baby oil on my pussy to make it nice and shiny. I started the music and began my routine. My initial moves were primarily to stretch, but I made sure to give them a peek at my bald pussy. Every time I flashed my pussy they all let out a cheer. I loved knowing they could see my most intimate parts.

When I removed the first patch over my breasts, the guys let out a roar. I heard one guy comment that my nipples were hard. I looked down, and the nipple on that breast was long and swollen and pointed straight out. When I removed the other breast patch, I could see that the nipple was just as aroused as its mate. I continued the routine and eventually took off the entire top.

I took a short break and gave Chris a lap dance. I ground my ass into his groin to the beat of the music. When I got up to feed one of my nipples to Chris, one of the guys commented that I left a wet streak on Chris's pants. I looked down and saw a shiny trail of my slippery pussy fluid smeared along the front of his pants.

After Chris sucked on both of my breasts, I removed the bottom of my costume and resumed my routine. This part consisted of some splits and spread eagles. By now, my pussy fluids were running down my thigh. I don't think I have ever been so aroused.

I had Chris lie down on the floor and put a candy cigarette in Chris's mouth. Standing over Chris, I made a show of slowly lowering myself over his face. I felt the candy cigarette slip between my pussy lips. I let the cigarette get around half its length in my pussy before I slowly stood up, pulling the cigarette from Chris's lips. I took the cigarette from my pussy, walked over to Doug, and put the cigarette in his mouth. Doug looked me in the eye and started chewing on the cigarette, telling everyone it was delicious.

Before I could offer to let anyone else have me pull a cigarette from their mouth, Doug grabbed my shoulder roughly and told me in a low growl to "suck Chris". When I told Doug I wanted to finish my dance routine, Doug squeezed my shoulder hard and said, "NOW". I was scared, but also excited by Doug's cruel commands. I meekly agreed and said I would take Chris into the bedroom for his blowjob. Doug's fingers dug into my shoulders even harder, and he told me to do it where Chris was lying down. He pushed me down to my knees and told me to get started. My shoulder hurt where he had been holding, but my pussy was almost squirting with my juices.

I was so excited, I quickly pulled Chris's pants down and practically inhaled his cock. I appreciated his well-formed cock after choking on Doug's fat cock the night before. His cock slowly worked its way down my throat until my lips touched his balls. Before Chris could orgasm, I pulled his cock out of my mouth and flipped around so I could sit on his wet pole. When I lined his cock up with my vagina, he pushed his hips up, and his cock slid into my pussy. God, it felt great to have a cock inside me for the first time in four weeks. Chris only stroked his cock in and out a few times before I erupted in a massive orgasm. Chris let me rest for a few moments before he resumed pumping his cock in my drenched pussy. I loved the feeling of his cock sliding back and forth in my pussy. When Chris started to climax, I felt another orgasm sweep over my body as we peaked together."

Dee's pussy was weeping so much lubricating fluid, it was hard to lap it all up. She seemed to be more excited than I had ever seen. When I dipped my head a little lower and swiped her asshole with my tongue, her body shook with excitement. I furled my tongue and forced my way into her anus. I tasted the warm funk of her ass on the tip of my tongue. Dee was urging me to go deeper and taste the inside of her ass.

"That feels so good," Dee grunted. "My asshole needs TLC." I thoroughly bathed her asshole with my tongue before I worked my way back to her pussy. I swiped my tongue along the furrow of her vagina and collected as much of her juices as I could. I then softly sucked on her clitoris until I felt her stiffen, and gentle tremors started shaking her body.

After Dee recovered from her orgasmic release, she spun around and commenced licking the shaft down to my balls. She worked back to the head of my cock. Copious amounts of pre-cum made it shiny and slippery. Dee licked the head a few times and then pulled it into her mouth. The familiar warmth of her mouth and the gentle sucking sensation made my balls ache for release. Her head bobbed up and down as my cock worked its way into her throat. After she managed to get the whole length in her mouth, she pulled back to catch her breath. Breathing deeply, she gasped, "Come in my mouth, shoot your load down my throat."

I grunted my assent. Dee worked my cock back into her throat. She only needed to bob up and down a couple of times before my cock erupted with cum. Dee stopped all movement while I finished draining my balls down her throat. When she was satisfied I had finished, she withdrew my cock from her mouth and moved up to kiss me. "That was awesome, I always appreciate your blowjobs, but today was next level. I guess it was the anticipation of hearing about Chris's party that made me so excited."

Dee continued, "After Chris stood up and went to the bathroom to clean up, Doug announced loudly, 'Guys, Dee's prices for tonight are $100 for a blowjob and $200 to fuck her." I think he had already told the guys I was willing to fuck for a price because all six guys nodded their heads in agreement. When I started to object, Doug quickly put her hand over my mouth and continued, "But first, she wants me to discipline her." While still holding his hand over my mouth, he pulled out the cat o' nine tails and started to whip my ass. He started lightly whipping my ass, but when he heard my muffled groan, he began to whip harder. I was getting so turned on that I found myself rocking in rhythm to his strokes. After a few more hard strokes of the tail on my ass, Doug spread my legs and started lightly whipping my pussy. The feeling of the knotted ends of the tails striking my pussy and asshole drove me to a frenzy. I grabbed Doug's hand and made him whip me harder.

And then he stopped. "Okay, who wants to go first?" Doug asked.

"The first one's name was Dave, I think. Dave wanted a blowjob. He handed Doug a one-hundred-dollar bill and pulled down his pants. Doug pressed on my shoulder, pushing me to kneel on the floor. I was so horny, I didn't care whose cock it was, I wanted it in my mouth. I licked the head and shaft of Dave's cock before I worked it down my throat. I don't think Dave had been deep-throated before because he came almost immediately. Of the remaining five guys, one wanted a blowjob and four fucked me. I don't remember much about them. I was on my hands and knees, and they fucked me doggie style. They didn't let me clean myself between bouts of being fucked. No one tried to fuck my ass, but a couple of guys had shoved their thumbs up my ass with saliva for lubrication. By the time the fourth guy finished orgasming inside me, my pussy was leaking a steady stream of cum down my thigh onto the carpet, and saliva was dribbling out of my ass.

I felt a hand on my upper arm, and Chris quietly said, "Let me help you, you probably want to get cleaned up." He gently helped me to my feet and led me to the bathroom. He turned on the shower and said, "Go ahead, take a hot shower. I am going to get rid of the guys. Come out when you're ready."

I expected Chris would be the only other person in the suite, so I came out of the bathroom with just a towel on my head. Despite the red whip marks on my ass and inner thighs, I felt I got through the evening in good shape.

I was surprised to find Doug sitting across from Chris, and both of them were naked. I wasn't prepared to fuck both of them at the same time and told them so. Doug rose, cupped one of my breasts, and said, "Dee, I didn't get to fuck you tonight. I think it's only fair you let the Best Man come in your pussy." When I started to explain that I was too tired, Doug put my nipple between his forefinger and thumb and squeezed hard. "Dee, be a good girl and do as you're told." He then started pinching my other nipple at the same time. It hurt so much that I nodded my assent while fighting back tears.

"Honey, that feeling of being dominated made me want to do anything Doug wanted. When he told me to get on my knees, I kneeled in front of him at eye level with his cock. He took the towel off of my head and grabbed my hair to pull me closer to his cock. "Suck my cock, Dee," he growled at me. I opened as wide as I could and pulled his fat cock into my mouth. I got the entire head in my mouth and started applying as much suction as I could. Doug was frustrated that I could not take his cock any further into my mouth, so he pulled his cock out and lay down on the floor.

"Get on top of me, and guide my cock into your pussy slut." I did as he instructed and after lubricating his cock by rubbing the head along the furrow of my pussy several times, pushed back to force his cock into my tight pussy. It took several strokes before my pussy stretched enough to get the entire length of his cock in me. It hurt, but it felt good at the same time. I like the way big cocks stretch my pussy.

"Chris, you were right, Dee's pussy feels like velvet. Lube up your cock, man, and let's double-team her. Get your cock in her ass." When I heard that, I panicked. I couldn't imagine having Chris's cock in my ass while Doug's fat cock stretched my pussy. I started to get off Doug's cock, but he grabbed my arm with one hand and slapped my face with his other hand.. The slap was hard enough to rattle me and make me settle back onto his cock. I had the same feeling of being scared and incredibly horny from the night before. Now I wanted to feel my asshole and pussy being stretched to the limit. I even asked Doug to pinch my nipples again.

The thought of having two large cocks pummel me at the same time was putting me into a sexual frenzy. I wanted my ass to hurt from being stretched tight by their big cocks.

I felt Chris' finger rubbing lubricating fluid around my anus as he prepared me for my first ass and pussy double penetration. When Chris began to enter my asshole, my body tried to reject his entry. Undeterred, Chris pushed hard until the head of his cock popped into my anus. My head was spinning from the pain and excitement of having a cock in my pussy and another in my ass. Chris was crazy with lust because he just pushed his cock into my ass without letting me adjust to its entry. Doug and Chris started sawing in and out of my body in rhythm. My brain exploded with the pain and pleasure I had only imagined minutes before. My body shook from the sensory overload of having my pussy stretched to the limit by Doug's thick cock and my asshole stretched tight by Chris's cock. I could feel their cocks rubbing, separated only by the thin membranes of my vagina and rectum.

Suddenly, Chris stopped and told Doug to exchange places with him. I knew I should have said Doug's cock was too big for my ass, but I wanted my ass to hurt from Doug's fat cock stretching my rubbery little ring to the limit. Chris's cock felt wonderful in my stretched-out pussy. But when Doug started pushing his cock into my asshole, fireworks started going off in my head. The guys started going to town, sawing their cocks in and out of my body. The feeling of the two cocks rubbing against each other was wild. A couple of times, when Doug pulled his cock out of my ass to add more lube, I could feel the cool air rush in to fill the void in my anus created by his cock. Doug told me my asshole was gaping so wide it looked like a small pink mouth waiting to be fed.

When they finally climaxed, I clamped down hard with my vagina and anus as if trying to keep them inside me forever. The three of us rested silently with their two cocks still inside my body. I felt my belly start to bloat as Doug peed from his now flaccid cock into my ass. Doug let out a sigh as he filled me with urine. "I thought I would give you an enema," he laughed. Humiliated by the thought of Doug treating me like a human toilet, I pushed him off me and, clenching my asshole shut, I ran to the bathroom.. I barely sat down on the toilet before Doug's pee and his slimy cum poured out of my ass. The disgusting, foul stew from my ass was soon joined by Chris's frothy cum bubbling out of my pussy. As I sat on the toilet, I realized my nipples were rock hard again and that familiar feeling of arousal spread through my groin. The humiliation of Doug using my ass for a toilet turned me on!

After cleaning myself, I walked back out to the living room of the suite. Chris and Doug had already used the 2nd bathroom to clean themselves and were dressed. As they left the room, Doug grabbed me roughly and kissed me. "I'll see you at the wedding," he whispered in my ear. As soon as they left, I called you and left a message."

Dee got up from bed and retrieved her purse. She pulled out a roll of one-hundred-dollar bills and fanned them out on the bed. "This is for you, you paid for the trip, so you should get the money. Fifteen hundred dollars, two blowjobs, 4 guys fucked my pussy, and Doug paid $500 for butt-fucking me. I'm your whore.

It's your turn, tell me what you want to cross off your bucket list. I told you before, I'll do anything for you."

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