The bachelor party got out of control

Hey, everyone! Sorry for being MIA, I swear these last two years have been totally insane for my sex life, so many things to tell that I don’t even know where to start. But today I bring you one that will make your jaw hit the floor: my cousin Carlos’s bachelor party.

So, we rented a suite in a pretty nice hotel for the party. Everything started out normal: beer, whiskey, poker… until the stripper arrived. Oh my God! A brunette with one of those bodies that looks hand-sculpted, never-ending legs, and a pair of tits that deserved their own postcard. Her name was Valeria, and from the first minute she knew we were easy prey.

After her dance, which left us all with our mouths hanging open and our pants feeling tight, instead of leaving, she stayed to drink with us. The alcohol was flowing like water and the raunchy comments didn’t stop. At one point, Carlos, completely wasted by then, yelled at her: “How about you stay with all of us?”

She laughed, looked at each one of us with a mischievous smile, and said: “Why not? But there are nine of you… can you handle it?”

The awkward silence lasted about two seconds until the first one of us—I think it was José—walked over and kissed her. And that’s when the show began!

We took her to the main bedroom and it was like watching a National Geographic documentary, but a filthy one. Valeria was a total professional. She started by sucking my cousin’s dick while I sucked her tits from behind and another guy fingered her. The turns organized themselves: one in her mouth, one in her pussy, and another waiting his turn like in a bank line. It was a choreography of chaos!

At one point, they put her on all fours on the bed and it was every man for himself. One after another we took her from behind while she moaned like a possessed woman and with her free hand she jerked off the next guy in line. Even the room service guy who came in to drop off more ice joined the party! Obviously, everyone used a condom—we’re not irresponsible animals.

The hours flew by amidst moans, sweat, the snapping of latex, and drunken laughter. Valeria held up like a champion, taking dick like it was her last day on earth. When we finally gave up, as the sun was coming up, the suite looked like a battlefield: used condoms everywhere, empty bottles, and poor Valeria asleep in the middle of the bed with a smile of satisfaction that you wouldn’t even see in Hollywood.

The funniest (or most tragic) part is that I don’t know how, but my cousin’s fiancée found out about EVERYTHING. And she still didn’t call off the wedding. They got married last month! They say it’s because of the prenup, but I think she got turned on by the story. Or maybe Valeria went to her bachelorette party too… who knows.