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Sarahs First Gang Bang

We had been invited to a cocktail party at the Croydon Park Hotel in south London as the guests of one of my husband’s clients who were celebrating his fortieth birthday.

I wore the favoured ‘little black dress’ for the occasion, a black velvet cocktail dress, very figure hugging and sexy, but sophisticated enough for a semi-formal party. It was open backed and held on with a thin satin lace, criss-crossing all the way up from my lower spine, at the front it was also cut low but under-wired, enhancing my breasts and giving me an impressive cleavage. The dress was quite short, reaching to about mid thigh, and underneath it I wore nothing but a black suspender belt, stockings and a pretty crouch-less butterfly thong, on my feet a pair of black stiletto-heeled shoes.

The host had invited about one hundred and fifty guests and although we did not know any of them at the time the atmosphere was lively and quite friendly so we soon got chatting with various people.

At about 9pm a disco arrived and before long the lights dimmed, the disco started to pump out its music and the party began to warm up as people took to the dance floor. The drinks were flowing thick and fast and I was really enjoying myself laughing and dancing with a small circle of friends Kevin and I had made.

At about 11pm I was left alone momentarily as Debbie, one of the women I was talking with got whisked off to the dance floor.

It was then that this huge guy approached me. He was about 6’2″ tall and built like Arnold Schwarzenegger! He had a massive chest and his muscular arms looked formidable, he had short-cropped brown hair and although he was not what you would call stunningly good-looking, he had nice eyes and a strong face with an easy-going, if slightly roguish expression. He looked me up and down slowly as he walked up to me and then cutting no ice he abruptly said.

“Hello luv, are you up for it tonight then?”

I was stunned into silence for a moment at his unexpected words!

“I’m sorry?” I replied somewhat indignantly and not quite sure if I had heard him correctly.

“I’ve seen you at that swingers club over in Forest Gate.” He pressed on, “I know it’s you coz I stood and watched you get licked out by some bird in front of everyone! You were spread-eagled against the wall and she went down on you for about half an hour while that bloke you’re with tonight sucked on your tits! Granted I was not looking at your face that much but I know for a fact that it was you.”

Oh my God! It was true! He had described exactly what had happened to me three weeks earlier in a fetish club I had visited with my husband and girlfriend. My girlfriend Tracey had decided to have some fun with me, and this guy had obviously witnessed the whole thing!

I could feel my face going bright red as his words rapidly sunk in!

“I’m sorry,” I stammered, obviously looking completely guilty, “but you must have got the wrong person.”

“Oh come off it luv, I know it was you!” He paused and his voice took on a reassuring tone. “Look, I won’t say anything to anyone, I just wondered if you fancied getting together later that’s all? Bring your bloke along if you like, I don’t mind.”

I stuck to my guns repeating that I wasn’t the person he thought I was, and with that I turned away as indignantly as I could trying to hide my further embarrassment.

I heard him say, “Oh well! It’s your loss!” over my shoulder, as he walked back to his friends.

Kevin had seen my face as the guy was talking to me and came over to ask if I was okay. I told him all that the man had said and Kevin asked me what I felt about it. I answered that I was caught off guard and a bit taken-aback initially, but I was not really bothered about it now that the shock had worn off.

“What did you think of him?” he asked.

“I don’t really know?” I replied honestly. “I was so surprised that I didn’t really think anything about him at the time… He was pretty big though,” I mused, “I felt absolutely tiny while he was leaning down to talk to me.”

As I said that Debbie returned and grabbed my arm and I went off to dance with the girls, putting it out of my mind.
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Angies Adventure

Angie had three things in mind for the weekend. Eat, Sleep and Sex…and not necessarily in that order. She knew her boyfriend, Tommy, would be here any second and she was going to set the tone for the weekend. Wearing only her swimsuit cover-up over nothing, Angie knew she looked irresistible. Her 34C-23-35 frame was topped beautifully by her shoulder length brown hair and bright hazel eyes.

Angie was home from college on a long weekend. Her parents, not knowing she was coming home, were already off for a trip in the mountains and would not be back till Tuesday (long after she would be back at school). This was almost too perfect as she had not been with Tommy for over two months and even though they were not completely faithful, she was looking forward to three days of re-acquainting herself with him.

The doorbell rang and Angie bounced over to the door. Looking out the peephole to make sure it was him, Angie opened the door and pulled Tommy in. “Have I got plans for you this weekend,” Angie said with the look of lust in her eyes.

“Angie, I have some…” Tommy tried to say.

“Shhhhhhhhh…Be quiet. The only sound I want to hear right now is you moaning!” Angie said as she pulled his cock out of his pants and almost in one stroke, had his semi-hard eight inches as far in as it would go.

All Tommy could do at this point is moan, so moan he did. This brought back great memories as Angie was great at giving head. Slowly she would work all the way down his cock and twist her tong around it on the way back up. She would switch back and forth from that to rubbing her lips up and down the bottom of is sword.

Angie picked up the pace and in under five minutes had Tommy on the edge of shooting his wad. Sensing he was about ready, Angie started jacking him off very fast, aiming the tip of his cock straight at her open mouth. Letting out a loud grown, Tommy shot what seemed to be a gallon of cum on her face. Angie started wiping her face with his cock and sucking the limping cum covered cock deep in to her throat. She looked up at Tommy and saw his satisfied look. Standing up, she took off the cover-up and said, “My turn!”

“That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you.” Tommy said sheepishly. “The guys are waiting out in the car for me. We have tickets in Chicago for the playoff game. I have to go.”

With that, he was out the door and out to the car. Angie stood there not knowing what to think. This had to be some kind of bad joke. “THAT BASTARD!” she thought. She still had his taste all over her face and now what turned her on minutes earlier was pissing her off like there was no tomorrow.
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Confessions of a Teenage Cumslut

I am the hottest, sluttiest chick at Hubert H. Humphrey High School. Half the wrestling team has me on speed dial. Everyone in school calls me Blow-Job Betty. I have cantaloupe-size tits, a tiny waist and a tight, little ass. No guy can resist me.

Not even my history teacher, Mr. Wagner. He fucked me in a broom closet during study hall. The guy grunted like a hog the whole time, but he was hung like an elephant. Sound sick? I don’t think so. I kind of liked it. Oh, and I forgot to mention, I was sucking the starting quarterback’s dick at the same time. He jizzed on my face. Not enough for you? Well, the assistant principal, who happens to be Mr. Wagner’s wife, lapped the QB’s cum off my face.

So, I think you see what I’m all about.

Let me guess you’re thinking: Oh my gosh! This poor girl is getting molested.

Don’t worry. It’s all legal and consensual. I’m 18, and I don’t mess around with anyone younger than me.

I’ve fucked and sucked a lot of guys in the six months since my eighteenth birthday. But nothing compares to the night most of the football team gangbanged my friend, Jen, and me in the gym.

It was a Friday night after a football game. Everyone had gone home, except probably the school janitor, and he was on the other side of the school. Jen and I ended up in the gym, just sitting in the bottom row of the bleachers. We talked about everything: guys, make-up, homework. The usual. Neither of us had made it to the locker room to change out of our cheerleader uniforms. But it didn’t matter. It was a nice night, and I liked letting the cool air raise goose bumps on my bare legs.
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Hot Wife Office Christmas Party

My name is Simon, I am 32 and I have been married to Joanne for nearly 3 years.

Joanne is 26 and works part-time for a small company near where we live. She works with 3 men who are all in their early 50s – old enough to be her dad – but seems to enjoy it.

I have met them all and they all seem to poke a bit of fun at Joanne which she takes in good humour and tries to give as good as she gets.

Joanne has a great personality and a great figure but has always only ever had lowly paid jobs and as she is quite naïve I often worry that people take advantage of her good nature. I know when I have worked in a mixed environment, although there has never been any sexual harassment, the guys quite like embarrassing the ladies with sexual innuendo and often look them up and down and make comments amongst themselves.

I imagined Joanne’s workmates would often look her up and down and comment on her lovely body. She is 5’4 with shoulder length brown hair, a shapely figure with a fantastic pair of 38d tits and a pretty face that makes her look younger than she is.

I am about 5’9 and reckoned her workmates Martin and Brian were about the same or probably slightly taller, and Barry was about 5’7.

The Friday before Christmas I’d been to the pub at lunchtime and then left to go and pick Joanne up. Joanne was also having a lunchtime drink and food with her 3 colleagues.

I parked outside and walked round the back as the front door was locked. Going into the back I got tangled in the noisy chimes hanging from the door, and hearing laughter I then walked down the short corridor and into the room where they all were.

There were cans and wine bottles on one of the tables and by the looks of them they were all having a merry time. They all acknowledged me and asked if I’d got stuck in the ‘burglar trap’ and then Joanne said “look what they’ve bought me,” as she pointed a large box with what looked like some sort of vanity unit inside.

“That’s nice,” I said looking around and noticing all the guys smiling and looking at my wife.

She always looked smart for work but because it was the last working day before Christmas she had made a special effort and had put on a short-sleeved red blouse that was fairly low cut as well as being mostly see-through and you could see her red lacy bra underneath. She had a smart black and red patterned skirt that came to just below her knees, and red ankle-strap shoes with a small heel. I also knew she was wearing a black half-slip underskirt and red lacy briefs. She had also put a bit of extra makeup on that morning.

I had a drink with them as they continued chatting and laughing all seemingly with their eyes transfixed on Joanne. I began to think that wearing a see through top wasn’t such a good idea after all. Although they would have been used to seeing the great shape of her tits, and had probably caught the occasional glance of her cleavage now and then, this was almost a clear view of her upper body and even I was enjoying the view even though I had seen her naked almost every day.

I sensed the guys would stay there all day if they could so as I finished my drink said “shall we make a move?”

Joanne looked at her glass which was still more than half full and said “can I just finish this.”

“Sure, I’ll take this box to the car and just call at the supermarket to get some money, I’ll sound my horn when I get back shall I,” I offered.

“OK then,” she said, and the guys all shook my hand and wished me a merry Christmas.

Some time later I remembered I’d already drawn some money out the day before and left it at home so I started back, entering the building and negotiating the chimes without making a sound I then began to slow down as I approached the door to the room which was slightly ajar.

I heard the guys saying “come on, it is christmas,” and “ohhh, come on,” and “get into the Christmas spirit,” as Joanne was laughing.
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Her First Golf Outing

The four of them had a great time golfing together. Especially Theresa, since she was the only girl in the group. This hot young blonde was a little thing – standing just 5 feet tall and weighing 100 lbs. She flirted with all of them during the outing by either rubbing up against them before they would take their shot, or flashing them while driving the cart. Dave and Mike rode in one cart, while Hank was the lucky one to ride with Theresa. Needless to say, he got the most attention. They had been attracted to each other for a while, but hadn’t done anything about it up to that point. She was out to change that.

With all the alcohol that had flowed during the outing, all four of them were feeling no pain. But they still had to drive back to the picnic that followed. Everyone had climbed back into Dave’s truck so he could drive. As was like the rest of the day, Hank sat in the back with Theresa. The doors were barely closed when they had their hands all over each other. They were laughing, so it really didn’t matter what the other two thought or heard. She lifted her shirt to expose her beautiful breasts still covered by her bra – Hank quickly took care of that. Hank sat to her left, behind Dave, while she sat in the middle, making sure that Dave saw as much as he could in his mirror.

Hank started sucking on her left nipple, while she rubbing the other one. She looked up to see Mike practically drooling over the back of the seat. “Why don’t you lean that seat back, Mike. This one needs some attention, too!” He didn’t need to be told twice, as he quickly slammed the front passenger seat in full recline position. All Dave thought was, “Thank God for tinted windows.” Mind you, it was still only about 3:30 in the afternoon.
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Pool Hall Gangbang

My first wife and I had a great sex life that included some pretty wild events. We were very active sexually and enjoyed every minute of it. Our escapades included some exotic and public places. We tried to make it exciting every time we had sex. The following story is just one of our many exploits.

When we first met I knew our relationship would be based on sex. The first night we ended up closing the bar we met at and going straight to a hotel. She was a stunning piece of work. Many of the other guys in the bar were watching her every move. I know I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. She was 5’9” and had long slender legs. She was playing darts with one of the guys I came up there to meet. From the moment I walked up to them I wanted to get into the spandex pants she was wearing. When my friend introduced us I couldn’t help staring at here magnificent body. Somehow I heard what her name was. It certainly matched the way she looked.

“Hi, my name is Candi” she said as she put out her hand to shake mine.

“Hello, mine is Mike” I answered back.

That was the most I remember from our first night. We had simply had way too much to drink to remember anything else. After that night we spent every night together until our divorce a few years later. I can’t imagine staying together forever being based on sex.

Through our time together we would talk about our fantasies. She stated early in our relationship that she was probably bi. That is a different story entirely though. Candi would often explain how much she liked others knowing we were have sex in front of them. We would go out and play with each other without actually showing exactly what we were doing to each other. I would ask her about what she thought of being with more than one guy. We just talked about it for a long time, until I had come up with a plan to make it happen.

I called her from work early Friday morning to tell her to get ready for that night. I explained she should go shopping at Frederic’s or someplace similar. I also stated she was not to wear any panties that night. We had done this part before and she always surprised me with what time of lingerie she picked out. When I hung up I could barely concentrate on work the rest of the day.

When I got home she was already getting dressed for the night. She had bought some black fishnet stockings and garter belt. I saw hanging a new black miniskirt and sheer black blouse. When the whole ensemble was put together it didn’t leave much to the imagination. She stood in front of the mirror admiring herself. I couldn’t help but stand and stare in awe. She stood adjusting herself and occasionally feeling herself up. Candi knew just how good her 5’9” slender frame looked. She would bring her hands up her hips and slowly caress her flat belly working her way up to her 38c breasts. I could see she was getting aroused just looking at herself in the mirror. Her nipples musted have stood out nearly an inch. You could see right through her top to her black lace bra. If you looked close you could see her pink areolas through the thin material. She was ready to go for the night.

I quickly jumped in the shower and got ready. I just threw on the usual attire. I wore my black jeans and a grey sweater. I knew whatever I wore would never matter. She had the department on looks. I just tried to look like I might be good enough to be seen with her.

Without explaining where we were going I told her to get in the car. We drove to a fairly nice restaurant. Before dinner we proceeded to sit at the bar and down a couple of drinks. I knew for my plan to work Candi would have to get a buzz going. After dinner we made our way back to the bar and sucked down a few more. I could tell by her giggling she was getting a little tipsy.

After I was sure she was well on her way to being drunk we left and headed for a local pool hall. I the drive there she was feeling a little frisky. She would spread her legs so her skirt would ride up and expose her neatly shaved pussy. I could see it glistening every time we passed under a streetlight. She was soaking wet. Candi reached down and started rubbing her clit. I tried to slow her down a little. I did not want her spent before we even got started. I knew how fast she could go from start to finish. This night was going to last a long time if I could help it.

When we finally arrived at the pool hall she had calmed down a little bit. We got out of the car a walked in to a room full of stares. I knew they sure as hell weren’t staring at me. A couple of guys in the back corner whistled as we walked up to the counter. It was a dimly lit place except for the lights above the tables. The bartender poured us a couple of drinks and handed us our rack and set of balls. Candi enjoys playing pool, especially bending over and giving everybody a great view of her round heart shaped ass. We found an open table closer to the back. As I started to rack, I scanned the room. I counted about 30 guys and maybe 6 other women.

Candi broke the first game and just loved showing off by bending over too far for the table of four guys next to us. I could tell by the look in their eyes that they got a glimpse of her bare snatch. They were like a pack of rabid dogs with their mouths watering. I had seen these guys in there before. They were usually pretty good shots, but every time Candi got up to shoot one of them would miss. It was fun watching them try to concentrate on their game.
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Sorority Party

Alexa couldn’t remember the first time she’d tasted cum.

She’d been with a few guys in high school. She had slept with a football player or two, not to mention Mr. Harris, her senior English teacher. Some of them had cum on her, and surely she had gotten a few drops in her mouth in her first attempts to suck cock. She’d learned quickly that once she felt the guy tense up, she had to take him out of her mouth right away or risk him forcing her head down and trying to pump his spunk into her.

She wasn’t the kind of girl to swallow cum. Only a real slut would do that, she told herself. And she wasn’t a slut. She just enjoyed the feeling of a hard cock inside her and cum was an afterthought for the guy to worry about.

But her first memorable experience with that sweet-salty taste had been in her freshman year of college. There was a party her future sorority sisters had arranged. It was a pledge rite all the girls went through … or so they’d told her.

She’d arrived at the house with Amber, one of the other pledges, unsure of what to expect, but sure that Lauren and Misty had planned something degrading. It had been like that all week long.

First Alexa had to walk to all of her classes dressed in fishnet stockings and a leather skirt that barely covered her ass, with a low-cut blouse and no bra carrying a sign saying “Ask about my low, low prices.” She had been forced to clean the sorority house’s bathrooms with her toothbrush (and was threatened with being forced to brush her teeth with it). And that was just the start of the humiliation.

The whole week she had been a servant to Sister L and M, getting their drinks, washing their cars, cleaning their rooms, the whole works.

But that was OK, because Alexa new that these things were necessary to get into a sorority and have the “full college experience” her parents and high school counselors had told her about.

Now she was at the door of a two-story suburban house well-away from campus and about to be confronted by who knew what. Misty had been a Cheshire cat when she had told Alexa and Amber about the party.

“This is it pledges,” she’d said. “Come to this party and perform well, and you will be the newest sisters of Alpha Beta Tau. Don’t be late. Have fun.”

Alexa wondered why she and Amber were the only ones told about the party, but didn’t worry about it. Lauren and Misty seemed like they had taken a liking to her. And Amber too, for that matter.

Amber was a nice girl, very flirty with long brown hair, hazel eyes and full lips. She looked like an Idaho beauty contest winner – in part because she was. She had won her local county fair twice, relying in part on the switch in her step as she strutted across the stage. The walk accentuated her rock-hard ass, tapering down to firm legs, which ended in soft-looking, perfectly manicured feet. She had shapely C-cup breasts and a tanned complexion of any man’s (or woman’s) farm girl dreams.
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Locker Room

The locker room was silent but the entire colosseum literally vibrated with the roar of thousands of people as the game ended. The doors to the locker room slammed open and over a hundred people flooded the room accompanying the victorious team. I had somehow managed to be swept away with the crowd and now found myself in the locker room surrounded by a sea of men. Shoulder-to-shoulder, body to body, the entire room seemed to move as one…and my body was continually being brushed up upon…pressed into…and I was enjoying the excitement of the victory as well as the anonymous touching… whether intentionally given or not.

I caught the eye of one of the team members…his stare was intent on me…as he walked over to stand closely to me…forcing me up against one of the lockers. He placed the palms of his hands onto the lockers behind me and lowered his face, his lips next to my ear…whispered…”want to have you…all of us do….” My groan and weak kneed response was all he needed to know…and the entire crowd was signaled to clear out…leaving the team players and me to begin our own game.

“Wait here,” was all I was told to do…and the steam from the showers began to rise as the men began to strip. Some were intentionally teasing me as they stripped…some hurriedly stripping to get into the shower…and one was standing in the corner, completely naked, having already showered…drying off slowly to my delight.

He came over to me with several towels…laid them down on the bench in front of me and then casually stood behind me, directing my field of vision into the showers as he began to slowly undress me from behind. As he stripped away each item of clothing he urged me to watch the men showering…told me to decide how I would pleasure each one…that he would see to it that I was deeply aroused and that he would be the first to fuck me into oblivion. From behind he stripped me completely…and his enormous hands began to flow over my body…cupping my breasts…pulling and pinching at my nipples. I could feel his cock pressing in above the small of my back…his height bringing his cock higher than I was used to. I could feel his hips rocking slightly, making his cock slip over my back, up and down, his grasp upon my breasts tightened…Then his hands moved lower and from behind spread my legs apart, allowing my hand to easily begin stroking my clit while his hands tempted and teased my entire body…continuing this as I watched the men showering…soap and steam rolling over their bodies…all mine to be had.

My 5’3″ height was overpowered by his nearly 7′ frame as he turned me around…slid his hands under my hips…and easily pulled me up to waist level. I greedily wrapped my legs around his waist and he carried me over to the lockers…forcing me up against the cold metal…and using the lockers as a brace…held me against that as his hand lowered to my cunt and inserted two fingers into my now dripping pussy and proceeded to finger fuck me slowly…my juices flowing already over his fingers.
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Toris Frat House Gang Bang

Everyone at high school wanted to be friends with Tori, and why not. Tori was the setter on the volleyball team, a flier on the competitive cheer team, treasurer of the science club, homecoming queen, graduated second in class, and was voted best all-around by the senior class.

Tori was friendly to everyone she met, and was stunning to look at. Standing 5′-1″, and weighing a mere 98 pounds, Tori’s body was tight, with small breasts, and a nice firm ass. Tori had shoulder length brown hair and deep brown eyes, which gave her an innocent appearance, which was true, as she remained a virgin until her 18th birthday party in November of her senior year.

The fall after graduation Tori headed to college, where she was immediately loved by all those who came in contact with her. She joined the cheer team, and was active with the programming board, and made lots of new friends.

One friend was a Bernie, a sophomore in her History 102 course. In mid-October, Bernie invited Tori to a PJ in PJs party at the PiKA house, where Bernie lived. Tori had been to several on-campus parties, but this was her first fraternity party, and she was excited to attend. Tori dressed in a pair of green and blue flannel pajamas when Bernie arrived 8:00.

When they arrived at the PiKA house, Tori was happy to see such a large crowd at the party. She recognized several people from her classes, and from her dorm. Being the friendly person she was, Tori struck up conversations with lots of different people. Tori also made her way to the PJ, and found it really tasted good.

There were lots of different kinds of pajamas being worn. Guys were in every thing from robes to boxers. There were some girls in flannel pajamas like Tori had worn, some in long robes, some in long t-shirts, and some in sexy teddies. Tori felt very comfortable around everyone in their PJs and was surprised at the number of girls at the party. She later found out many were PiKA little sisters.

As Tori continued drinking more and more PJ, she began to dance a little more. It seemed that everyone wanted to dance with her, and her glass of PJ always seemed to get refilled. Bernie of course would cut in frequently and danced with her quite a bit throughout the night.

By 11:00 pm Tori was drunk, and by 1:00 am, she was as loaded as she had ever been. She managed to stumble over to Bernie.

“I think I need to lay down Bernie. I’m really drunk.”

“I’ll take you up to my room, and you can sleep there.”

“That’s sweet of you Bernie. First I have to go potty.”

“I’ll help you there too.”

Bernie led Tori to the bathroom, “Do you need some help?”

“No I can go by myself, please wait for me outside.”

Bernie waited outside the bathroom for Tori. Tori’s peeing sounded like a torrent that seemed to hiss for at least three minutes. Finally Tori stumbled out into Bernie’s arms.

Bernie led her to his bedroom and laid her in his bed. “Good thing you came in your pajamas. You can sleep here until you feel better.”

“I feel great, I’m just too drunk to stand, and the room is spinning. You are so nice Bernie, will you sty with me for a while.”

“Sure. How about if I lie down beside you for a while?”

Bernie settled into the bed and Tori snuggled in beside him. Bernie began stroking Tori’s hair and she let out a little moan. Bernie leaned down and gave Tori a soft kiss on the cheek.

“That’s so sweet Bernie. You’re a great guy.”

Bernie continued to stroke Tori’s hair and began to lightly nibble on her neck and ears. “You are absolutely gorgeous,” he whispered in Tori’s ear.

“Thanks,” Tori said as she turned over and looked up at Bernie.

Bernie leaned down and gave Tori a deep kiss. In her drunken state, Tori was immediately aroused, and began kissing back. She felt Bernie’s hands move under her pajama top and find her breasts. She let out a gasp as Bernie pinched her nipple.

“Bernie, I get really horny when I’m drunk. Usually I’m a good girl, but I’d be happy to fuck you if you want.”
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I Became a Gangbang Cock Whore

To say that a month ago I was, on the face of it, prim and proper would be an understatement. Tim and I (Jane), met in our first year at high school and were inseparable from that time on and I guess it was always assumed by ourselves and our families that we would get married. Tim was everything I could have ever wanted – the proverbial tall, dark and handsome athletic sort, not to mention incredibly wealthy, once he had established himself in the family law firm which his grandfather had founded.

We married when we were twenty and for the most part, have had an idyllic marriage. The only thing which has not been perfect has been the sex. Having never had another boyfriend, never mind sex partner, I just assumed that the sex I was getting was normal and couldn’t figure out why people raved on about it so much. It was only when I was staying at a girlfriends one time and I found a porn magazine hidden under the bed, that I realised the reason I found sex disappointing was not down to me but to Tim. You see, having never seen another, I thought his dick was normal, so when I say that it is only four inches long and just an inch across at its thickest point you will understand why I had never had an orgasm in the first five years of our marriage! Tim just climbs on, pumps into me for a couple of minutes and then gets off – no foreplay or variety, so I have had to get my satisfaction in other ways.

Once I’d realised that I should be getting sexual satisfaction, I began to find out more about it from the internet. Inevitably, I came across hardcore porn sites and pictures of men with really big cocks, and having bought myself a dildo, I used to masturbate myself to orgasm when Tim was out. This way, I got my satisfaction on my own as I fantasised about having a muscular man with big cock sliding it into me. Despite this secret side of my nature, I never considered cheating on Tim despite several offers. I keep myself in good shape and at 5’8″, 122 pounds, a 36C, 26, 36 figure and long blond hair, I get plenty of looks from the men, especially when I’m in my swimsuit. One of the ways I keep in shape is by dancing, and though I say it myself, I am good on the dance floor. I’ve always had a good sense of rhythm and can adapt to any kind of modern dance.

To celebrate 20 years married, Tim booked us three weeks in a villa complex in Cuba in one of those closed resorts where you don’t get to see much of the rest of the island, because they claim it isn’t safe for visitors. Yes, there’s plenty to do in the resort itself and its nightclub is excellent. Tim and I stayed up into the early hours every morning enjoying the atmosphere and dancing ourselves into exhaustion.

Excursions were organised and we’d taken the opportunity to see as much of the island as possible. The staff at our complex were great in suggesting things to do and places to visit, and would often take us themselves rather than going on trips arranged by the travel company. This way they got generous tips to supplement their wages from the resort. One of the waiters, Joe, a gorgeous Hispanic guy had taken Tim and me all over in our first 10 days. It was obvious that he fancied me and he took every opportunity to ‘help’ me into the car, down steps, across the street, often holding my waist or touching my breasts in the process.
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Bukkake Dee

It was a set up. My lovely wife Dee had always stirred me that she wanted to be gang banged. She is 39, almost 40 actually- her birthday being in June 15th. She stands 5’10’ tall and is a stunning long-legged blonde with nice perky breasts and the most amazing blue cock sucking eyes I have ever had the pleasure of gazing into.

Our sex life was speckled with multi-partner adventures. She loved cock…what can I say?

I told her to meet me at the Bouncing Balls pool parlour. We loved to play pool and had our own table. I told her some friends were meeting us there. I told her to dress sexy – short skirt and heels. I knew she would, as she loved to tease other guys and make their wives shitty with her flirting. The name of the pub was a strange coincidence…because before long balls would be bouncing all over my hot wife’s chin.

Without letting her know, I had booked the back room of the Bouncing Ball. It was famous for wild parties and buck’s night celebrations. The owner pretty much turned a blind eye to what went on in there, as it was separated from the rest of the place by two security doors, and as long as he got paid, what the hell.

When Dee arrived, she as shown through to the back room by the bouncer, Tony. I’d paid him an extra $50 cash to look after things on the night.

For three weeks I’d been organising the men. I didn’t want anyone that either Dee or I knew. I’d posted a few ads on the internet and managed to find twenty blokes that met the criteria. Without going into it in too much detail, they had to be young, well muscled and clean of disease. Dee has a thing for muscled guys, and I was insistent that they were proven disease free before letting them loose on the wife!

Walking through the door and into the back room, Dee stopped and looked very surprised and shy. She also looked fucking hot. She didn’t know a soul, because I was hidden behind the video camera panel next to the DJ area. She was dressed just as I suspected she would be. Black mini, red crop top and boots. She looked horny as! A young guy walked up and offered his hand. Warily, Dee shook it and was lead to the bar. Three other guys joined the group and she was given a drink. Before too long, she was asked for a game of pool, and proceeded to play with most of the guys watching. As she bent over the table, many of the guys started cat calling and whistling.

I could see Dee was getting horny, because she was winking and smiling at each of the guys as they watched. She’d had three drinks by this time, and I knew she would be feeling very hot. It doesn’t take many to get her fired up. As she bent to play her next shot, the ball was a fair distance up the table. Her short skirt hiked itself up and over her thigh, exposing the cheek of her magnificent tight butt. A young stud on the stool nearby stood up and rubbed her cheek with his hand. Dee did not flinch. She nailed the 7 ball in the corner pocket, before removing his hand and continuing her turn. Her next shot she potted the 3 but the white went in off. The fella she was playing with said,

“I tell you what baby, take off your top and I’ll forfeit my two shots.”

Without a comment, my horny hot wife put down her cue, and with a maximum of tease, peeled off the skintight red top she was wearing. Braless and with nipples erect on her 34C breasts, she picked up her cue and waited for him to have his shot.

Her next turn she committed the cardinal sin…potted the black.

“Damn honey…you lose…looks like I get to choose which item you take off next. I pick your skirt baby! Now get it off..”
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My Wife The Cock Slut

After several years of marriage, I found out a really dirty secret about my wife. Simply put, she is a cock crazed slut. She’ll take any cock. It doesn’t matter what size, shape or color. If she can find it, she will suck it dry, and if the person is smart enough she’ll let them fuck her brains out.

I only really found out a few months ago. It started off as a regular Saturday night. We went out for a drinks at our local bar. We’ve gone there for years, and pretty much know everyone there. We said our ‘hellos’ did a couple rounds, and the night began to get fuzzy. Before we knew it, it was closing time. “Last round!” the barkeep shouted. Their were about seven men in the bar. They all looked pretty drunk, I knew two of them. The rest must have been passing through town, since our town was just off the local interstate. “I’ll be right back, just gonna run to the ladies room”. On her way back to where we were sitting on of the men, a big scruffy trucker type, grabbed one of her ass cheeks. “Nice cheeks!”. She turned around and smiled at him. Next thing I knew I was watching her unzip his jeans, pull his cock out, and place it in her mouth.

I just stood there frozen. This was my sexy wife sucking a complete strangers cock right in front of me!. The weird thing was, I looked down, and hand an erection. Another one of the people in the group, a tall black man took out the biggest cock I had ever seen. He pulled her head back and said , “have some chocolate!” she hungrily agreed, and gagged hard on his huge black member. She began to alternate between the two cocks, and the other five men began pulling out there swollen erections.

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Fun For The Gang

“Darling, do you remember Leroy?”

Of course I remembered him. He introduced us to married sex with a black man a few months after we were married.

“What about Leroy?”

“He called to ask whether we might spend next weekend together at a resort in the mountains.”

“That sounds like fun. What do you think? Can you get away?

Cindy worked as a fashion consultant and buyer for a large retail chain. The hours were long and it had been a while since she had time off.

“We haven’t seen Leroy in months and I’d love to have a whole weekend together. I think I could get away. Darling, we haven’t had a break for ever so long. It would be our special treat. Oh, and he said he would be with a few friends from his work. They plan to get in some hunting.”

Leroy had been a college chum of Cindy’s. Soon after graduating he married and became a fitness trainer for an NFL team. The team visited our area a couple of times a year and we almost always got together.

“What kind of friends?”

“He didn’t say, but I think he must have meant friends from work. Why don’t you call him and find out more?”

I decided to call that day. Leroy and I had developed a mutual liking over the past three years and I knew he would fill me in.

“Here’s the setup, Bill. Me and a few guys from the team are renting a condo at the resort for the weekend after next. We’ll be coming right from training camp. Two weeks of that place and we’ll be ready to relax. I haven’t seen you and Cindy for a while and thought we might take the opportunity.”

“Sounds great, Leroy. What about your friends? How do they fit in the picture?”

“I thought you and Cindy might enjoy something different. You know, the more the merrier. I can vouch for these guys, Bill. You know the team tests them regularly. Completely clean. They’re real nice, too. All married and well-behaved. I’ve told them about you and they’re dying to meet you both. As I said, these guys are first-class gents.”

Since graduation Cindy and I had become aware of STDs. We decided to see only men we knew, or came recommended by reliable friends. Never strangers.

“How many are we talking about?

“Four, plus me. All nice black gentlemen. I’m sure she’ll like them.”

“Jeez, that’s six of us with me. Do you expect Cindy to take us all on?”
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Strip Poker Creampie

My wife and I have a regular poker game with two other couples every Friday night. It had started out innocently enough, but you know what can happen when liquor is flowing and a joint gets passed around.

The other couples, Jackie and Steve, Mary and John were both about the same age as Joanne and myself – 30. Jackie has dark hair and a very hot body that she likes to show off, and Mary is petite with long blonde hair. My wife Joanne is an aerobics instructor who has well defined muscles and just about the best ass on the planet. Her tits are medium sized, but all natural which is just how I like them.

Steve is about 6 feet tall with brown hair and broad shoulders, and John stands a couple inches shorter and has been working out since high school. I’m in about the same shape, as John got me started on the gym a couple years ago.

One night we were playing and after a few drinks and a couple hours Jackie suggested strip poker. Well, that night ended up with my Joanne stark naked and giggling, and Mary in just a thong. I still had my pants on when the party broke up, but Joanne treated me to just about the best fucking of my life when we got home.

She told me how hot she got when she stripped off her panties in front of everyone, and how she couldn’t wait to ride my cock all night. Needless to say, strip poker became the norm and within a month we had all seen everything everybody had.

Steve and John both told me about how hot their wives got after our weekly games. Seems that Joanne isn’t the only one who gets off on a little exhibitionism.

Anyway, at our last game Joanne was the big loser and had just stripped off her panties. She said, “I’m out of clothes again, guess we’ll be calling it a night soon,” as she waved her underpants to us all.

“Let’s play a few more hands,” said Jackie. “Maybe we should have the loser do a truth or dare challenge.”

We all looked at Jackie, who was still wearing her skirt and underwear, but was topless. I was down to my underwear (which were starting to show a wet spot thanks to Joanne’s naked ass) and Steve & John both had their pants on. Mary was the winner and so far had only lost her blouse.

Joanne spoke up and said, “I’m game, let’s have some fun.”

No one had any objections, so I grabbed the cards and dealt another hand. Joanne lost again, and since I dealt that hand I got to put the question to her. “Truth or dare honey, what’s it going to be?”

She smiled at me and said, “Dare.”

I thought about it for a couple of seconds and then said, “Ok, I want you to bend over John’s lap and let him give you a spanking.” John had always admired her ass, I figured it was the least I could do after all the free workout advice he’s given me over the years.
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Sweet Revenge

Thoughts of anger raced through my mind as I envisioned the thought of my best friend cheating and fucking my wife behind my back. Why would Tom who had such a beautiful wife of his own be fucking around with my wife? Not that my wife lacked in the good looks department, and there was no doubt she was totally fuckable.

My mind raced with thoughts of letting them know their gig was up, and then giving them a piece of my mind. I was so god damn mad and hurt I didn’t know how I was supposed to react. Then a thought came to me, why not get revenge? Tom’s wife had always had a crush on me and a few times when she was a little tipsy, from a few too many drinks, brushed against my cock intentionally when she thought no was watching.

Me, my wife Beth and our old school pals would meet every other Friday during the summer at Tom’s house to drink and party late into the night. Well this Friday I was going to get my revenge.

I had overheard Beth talking to Tom on the phone and she was suggesting they meet at the nearby motel when he got off work so they could enjoy each others company before the party. That’s how I found out about the bastards. That extra time before Tom arrived home would be put to good use for my needs, I thought to myself.

I called Tom to ask if we needed any more beer or liquor for the coming Friday. “Yes that would be great” said Tom and then added “Oh by the way I have some paper work to catch up at the office before coming home, why don’t you and the guys start the BBQ and get things going before I get there?” “No problem” I said before hanging up the phone. Now all I had to do was put the rest of the plan into action.

I called the other three guys and told them Tom would be a little late getting home for the party Friday and wanted us to go ahead and start early without him. Then I sat down in the living room with my wife to finish watching TV. “I guess Tom will be running a little late Friday and wants us to start early without him.” She tried to play dumb and said “Great do you mind if I finish up a few shopping errands before coming over?” I told her that would be fine because we could start the BBQ and have a chance to exchanging a little BS before the party started that way.

Friday I got off work early and headed for the liquor store to pick up some tequila and scotch for the party and then I headed home to shower.

My wife had already left and I knew her and Tom would be occupied for some time. My wife never enjoys having a quick fuck; instead she likes it slow and long.
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Baby Takes a Bow

I was always known as the party girl. My name is Lisa, but nobody ever called me by that name. A lot of people called me Mikey because I’d fuck anybody, you know like the old cereal commercial? I guess I just dated myself, referring to a commercial from the 1970’s. That was my decade I guess, when I came of age. I believe age is a matter of perception, and ironically the name most men call me is Baby, as in “Hey Baby” or “Oh, Baby”. I’m the girl your mother warned you about. This is my story.

I grew up in far northern Maine in a small logging town. The only things to do up there are either join 4-H or party. Let’s just say that I never did take a lamb to the county fair. In the summer of 1976, I turned eighteen years old and I was more than ready to move on from the frozen north country.

My best friend Amy was going off to college and she invited me to go to orientation week with her and help her move into her dorm room. She didn’t have to ask me twice. I packed a duffle bag I stole from my brother, left my parents a note and we were gone, headed for the city and what ever it held for us. I didn’t really have a plan, I just had to get out of town or I knew I might never leave it. I had no intention of waiting tables or marrying a log pusher, so I knew it was it was time to choose. I was never any good in school and I knew my only asset was my body. I decided to head south and figure it out as I went along.

Amy was busy with her orientation and I didn’t see much of her that week. We went to several mixers and I was very pleased to see that the college boys were just as interested in me as the log pushers had always been. With my long blonde hair, blue eyes and a nice pair of breasts on my five foot six inch body I could easily get their attention, and I just loved getting attention.

It never ceased to amaze me how much you can get by just showing off a little cleavage and inner thigh. I made a point of wearing loose fitting sun dresses. Remember those, that were cut low in the front and high on the side. I never wore anything under the dresses, and if I wanted to I could easily give a guy a nice clear shot of any part of my body. I just loved the thrill of flashing my breasts, but the most fun was to find ways to show the Full Monty, or as we said back then, the Beaver Shot. I became very good at the “accidental” peek. Bar stools were the best place, and after a few days I found a nice little pub were I could go and drink all night without spending a dime. It was the most fun I had had in years, and I was really enjoying the freedom of acting like an adult for the first time in my life.

Much to quickly, the week passed and I found myself packing my little bag. It was a Sunday morning and school was set to begin in the morning. I had about seventy five dollars to my name and I had to decide if I should spend it on a hotel or a bus ticket. Neither choice offered much hope. I said my good bye to Amy, wished her well and started my walk across campus to the bus station.
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Sex Club

The club was packed with couples. The site of so many naked and near naked women aroused him. The only thing that kept his stiff cock from springing out of his tight slacks was the fact he was alone. He looked at his watch, found a spot at the bar where he could see the door, and ordered a drink. Sheila didn’t seem like the type of person who liked to make an entrance—but then again she had chosen this place for their first meeting.

“So you like to fuck or you just like to watch?” a woman asked sliding onto the barstool beside him. “Because we’re up for a threesome if you are?”

Steve looked her over from head to toe. She was a definite temptation. Dark auburn hair. Large breasts. Her huge tits showing through her transparent blouse. “We?” he asked a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. She looked at her companion and winked. The tall blond nodded in agreement and approached the bar. Her face was unremarkable, and her chest a little flat, but her long sexy legs made up for it. Watching her walk was like touching silk, feeling the softness slide between your fingers. “A threesome?” Steve repeated looking at the pair of lesbians wondering what wickedness they had in mind.

“Am I that late?” Sheila asked placing a possessive hand on his shoulder. “I thought we were supposed to fuck each other at least once before we traded partners?”

“You heard the lady.” Steve said wrapping his arm around the newcomer a little thankful and a little disappointed when the odd couple left them to their own devices. “Want a drink?” Steve asked as the bartender approached.

“Gin and tonic.” She said smiling at him as their eyes met. “I thought it was supposed to be smoky in here,” she said laughing nervously, “The perfect place to study you across the room before I had to find the right words to say to you.”

“Any luck finding them?” he asked his blue eyes suddenly penetrating, perplexing.

“Will you fuck me?” she asked brazenly but her words had an almost shy undertone to them. Just like her to be confusing when she meant to be clear.

“Gladly,” he agreed finishing his drink letting her leave hers untouched as they made their way to the back of the club.

“Did you have time to check the place out?” she asked holding his hand, stroking the roughness of his palms, as her soft voice caressed him.

“Only the bar.” He admitted with a laugh as they reached a row of glass cubicles.

The scene captivated Sheila. Several couples, a few threesomes, and an occasional single were divided into tiny rooms. From her position, their sexual activities looked more like an art form than a personal experience. A man masturbating in one cubicle while watching a woman masturbate in the next. One lesbian with her head buried in another lesbian’s cunt while getting ass fucked. Two women on their knees greedily snapping at a huge cock being slapped in their faces. Another woman with a man buried deep in her dripping cunt sucking on another cock dipping in and out of her mouth. Couples who could not touch each other enough. Couples panting like dogs in the August heat. The smell of sweat mixed with cum. And Steve.
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Nightclub Bathroom Gangbang

My name is Lucy and I’m 24, 5ft 5 with long thick blond hair, 32c breasts and I weighed at that time about 110. Most people would say I was nicely put together, my ex always said I was well fuckable. When I think back over these last few years and the number of men I’ve had sex with, is frankly shocking for most people to comprehend. My need to be fucked, used and treated like a whore is something I have difficulty controlling.

It has been several months since I broke up with my ex, and my need to be fucked was almost constant. Things were getting out of control. My sister was starting to get fed up with the number of men I was bringing back to the apartment and she sat up worrying if I didn’t go home at night. It was becoming difficult to get fucked, used by a stranger without my sister getting upset.

I needed to find a way to keep my sister happy and still fuck when I needed too. At first, I would fuck guys in the toilets of a night club or bar and still go home alone at night, which kept my sister happy.

Occasionally, when the need got too strong; I would go into sex shops. I could easily find someone to have sex with in one of the video cabins. Usually older guys with glasses who probably hadn’t had a real woman in years.

One Saturday night, I met a guy in a nightclub not far from home. He wasn’t great looking, but he was the first guy who tried to chat me up and I was dripping wet and desperate to be used. I wore a little black dress and black bra. I left my knickers at home. I knew why I was coming here. To find a guy and fuck him in the toilet. Knickers would just et in the way .

I took a guy by the hand and led him into the toilet. I tried to drag him into a cubicle where he could use me but he had other ideas. He grabbed me, lifted my little black dress up around my waist and picked me up. There were 5 or 6 guys in the toilet, staring at us as he dropped me onto one of the three sinks and pushed my legs a part, exposing my bare neatly trimmed pussy to everyone in the toilet.

“Grab her kegs,” he said to the group of men.

Within seconds my legs were being held apart by two guys I’d never seen before. I watched as the guy I’d come in with undid the belt on his trousers, pulled out his hard cock and rubbed the head against my pussy lips.

“What you waiting for,” I moaned.

“What do you want?” he whispered into my ear.

“Fuck my cunt,” I mumbled loud enough for everyone to hear.
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The Bikini Conspiracy

Robert looked down at his trophy wife writhing with ecstasy, as she was impaled repeatedly by his eight inch cock. She sure was a hot little number. He caressed her pert little breasts with his hands and squeezed roughly. Mandy and Robert had been married for five years. She was 25 and had been working as a model, when they had met. Robert was 49. He worked out in his free time and was in great shape. People thought the silver streaks in his dark hair made him look distinguished and he was described as “ruggedly handsome” by a magazine article on this successful businessman.

Mandy shuddered and moaned in orgasmic pleasure as his cock erupted inside her. That she had undoubtedly married him for his money bothered Robert not one bit, as he had married her primarily as a show piece for parties and business affairs. That they had great sex was a side benefit. They laid side by side in bed catching their breath. Robert told her about his boring day at work and Mandy shared her days shopping experience with Linda. Linda and her husband George were their best friends. They did almost everything together. George was a vice president in Roberts company, and while the men were at work, the girls would spend their days sun-bathing in the hot Southern California sun or shopping together in the areas posh malls. When Robert had hired George, ten years ago he had been a fit, lithe athlete.

Since then George had let himself go. He had developed a substantial beer-gut and was balding rapidly. Robert was always trying to get him to work-out but George always replied with the old “not enough time” excuse. George and Linda were high school sweet-hearts and had gotten married right after graduation. In contrast to her husband, Linda had blossomed since Robert had known her. She had been too skinny when they met, but in ten years she had gained weight, and filled out in all the right places. The birth of her son, ten months ago had caused her breasts to gain two cup sizes and they remained huge. She was a beautiful leggy blonde that looked ten years younger then her 32 years of age. Linda’s only problem was that she was embarrassed by her body. She always wore baggy outfits and at the beach only wore a plain one piece bathing suit.

“You know what,” Mandy giggled. “I don’t think Linda’s getting enough at home.”

Robert’s ears perked up at that and he rolled on his side to look at his wife. “Why do you say that, honey?” he asked. “Well,” Mandy replied. “I’m always bragging about how you fuck me with that big cock, six times a week, and she told me she hadn’t had sex in over a month. Lately, she seems to get upset when I talk about sex. Anyway, did you know George is the only man she’s ever been with?”

“No I didn’t,” answered Robert. He had suspected it though. Robert had been fantasizing about fucking Linda since her breasts had filled out. Now, he felt sorry for the buxom young woman. Robert had showered with George at the yacht club on many occasions and he had noticed George had an unusually small penis. As George’s gut got bigger over the years, his penis had seemed to shrink even more, as it slowly disappeared under his paunch. A fine piece of ass like Linda, deserved better then her husband could give her. Just thinking about Linda’s big tits had Robert’s meaty cock hard again. He reached over and pulled his wife on top of him. She squealed with delight as he slowly fed her his eight inch rod.

“Just wait till I tell Linda that we fucked twice in one night. She’s going to be so jealous.” moaned Mandy.

Robert pretended he was fucking Linda as his wife ground her pussy up and down on his cock. Afterwards, as they lay panting next to each other, Mandy said, “Robert, do you ever wish my tits were as big as Linda’s?”

It was like she could read his mind. “Why, no dear,” he lied. “I hadn’t even noticed she had large breasts under all those clothes she wears.”

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Bachelor Party Surprise

My Name is Derek and my wife is Kristy. We have been married for eight years and are both in our early thirties. We had just opened a Party Store where we sell party supplies and put on parties for various groups of people. We have catered parties for local dignitaries, weddings, fundraisers and even the occasional bachelor or bachelorette parties.

The business had been very successful so far. We were trying to build a solid reputation as a place you can count on for a great party. We are usually pretty busy and Kristy and I do most of the work. We have to hire temps occasionally to help out when the party is too large for just the two of us to handle.

When it comes to the bachelor or bachelorette parties we usually hire strippers, as it seems all of these parties want this type of entertainment. We also work with various local bands to work the parties.

I usually work the bachelor parties with a temp helper because Kristy feels uncomfortable around them and she usually works the bachelorette parties with a temp for the same reason. It seems that usually the guys or gals which ever it may be have a better time if someone’s husband or wife is not around.

We had a call from a local politician whose son was getting married and he wanted to pay for the bachelor party. The usual request for liquor, food and strippers was on the list. There was going to be about eight guys at the party and it was going to be in a ritzy local hotel in one of the suites.

The party was in three days, which was very short notice to get things put together. We charge more for a short-term notice party, which is nice for the bank account but makes it a mad dash to put all of it together.

Kristy got on getting the food together and I jumped on getting the temp help lined up and the dancers for the party.

Everything was set for the party and it was none too soon as the party was tomorrow night at 7pm.

The day of the party Kristy and I were loading the van with the food and decorations when my cell phone rang. It was my temp help for the evening and he had an emergency and could not make it. There was no time to set up more help, as we had to be at the hotel in one hour to begin getting ready.
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