My Bachelor Party

“I want you to have a great time at your bachelor’s party. Don’t hold back. I want you to fuck some slut or stripper. You deserve it after everything I’ve done. Just try to take pictures and videos for me.”

The more I thought about it, the more I considered it. I did deserve to have a good time and fuck someone else. I just hope I can do it when the time comes.

Saturday night and there were four of us guys going out. We each booked a room at the hotel next to the strip club, just in case of too much alcohol or bringing a stripper back. We were having a great time. My friends were buying me lap dances and even a couple of the girls got me on stage, stripped me to my boxers and gave me a lap dance.

There was one girl that was really paying attention to me. Brown hair, big fake boobs, tramp stamp tattoo, pierced nipples, bald pussy with her clit pierced. She was attractive but wasn’t. She was the main one giving me the lap dance on the stage. She was nibbling on my ear when she whispered into it.

“You have a nice dick, let’s go to a private room and have some fun.”

I was surprised at that. I didn’t know what to do but she took charge. She took me by the hand and led me to the back. Everyone there was cheering as she led me away. One of the other strippers gathered my clothes and followed us.

Once we got into a private room, the other girl threw my clothes down and told us to have fun as she shut the door. I was still in my boxers and she told me to sit on a couch. She climbed on top of me and began to grind on me. She then pushed me down and continued to grind on me.

I started to feel guilty. I know she told me I could do whatever I wanted but I still felt bad. I enjoy watching Brooke get fucked but it just doesn’t feel right. Maybe if she was here, it would feel better?

She bent down and whispered into my ear. “Let me pull your cock out and fuck it.” That shocked me. All I could say was “no, I can’t.”

“Please, I need it to cum. I want you to make me cum. Brooke won’t care. Let’s fuck.”

How did she know about Brooke? Is she spying on me? The next thing I know, I feel my orgasm coming on.

“I’m going to cum, please stop.”

She moves, pull my cock out and puts it in her mouth while stroking. A few seconds later, I unload in her mouth. I didn’t think my body was going to quit shaking from the orgasm. Once she milked me dry, she put my dick back into my boxers and got up.

“It’s time for you to go. Brooke will be happy I couldn’t break you.”

I was really confused so I got dressed and left the back room. I came out to cheers from my friends. I told them it was going to the hotel and that they could stay and continue the fun.

Brooke asked me to text her when I got to the hotel. I hit send and got on the elevator. I open the door and I hear something odd. I take a few steps and I see my fiancé and her maid of honor on the bed, both naked.

“Nice to see you Tim. I hear you’ve already been milked once so you should be able to last long for both of us. Now, come over hear and show Cassie what kind of lover you are.”