I was 18 years old and was getting married to Phil in
a week’s time. My friend Gina, who is 2 years older
than me and married to Tom who is 25, was to be my
Bridesmaid. Gina and Tom have a swinging lifestyle,
wife swapping, threesome parties and things like that.
I know this because she has tried to get me to go to
their parties, she say’s that Tom fancies me. I have
always refused because I believed that a couple should
be faithful to each other.
“You know Pauline, the guys will be having a stag
night,” Gina said the night before my wedding day.
“Well yes, I suppose they will. It is traditional after
all,” I responded a little annoyed at her for bringing
it up again.
“Yes it is traditional, traditional stripper and
traditional whore for the ‘groom to be’ to fuck.”
Oh no! Phil wouldn’t do a thing like that, he loves
me.” I exclaimed in my naivete.
“If the guy’s get him one, he’ll feel like a wimp if
he backs out.
No, he’ll fuck the bitch, whoever she is.”
I just broke down crying, the thought of Phil being
unfaithful even before we’re married drover me to see
red.
“Don’t get yourself all upset,” said Gina. “I know how
to prevent it.”
“How? How, tell me.” I almost screamed.
“You. You can be the whore.”
“Wha…. What are you talking about?”
“I’ll fix it up with Tom, I’ll get him to organize the
evenings entertainment. He can take them on a round of
the bars to see a few strippers. He will make sure Phil
has a few drinks so he’s not too clear about what’s
going on and then bring them all back to our house
where he’ll have laid on some food, a stripper and a
whore.”
“I can’t do a strip, I wouldn’t know how.”
“No that’s all right, I’ll be the stripper.” said Gina.
“But everyone will recognize you…. and me.”
“Not if we dress as dome in latex and masks, it’s part
of the costume to wear a mask.”
“Then Phil wouldn’t be unfaithful would he. He’d be
making love to me.”
“Seems like a good plan to me.” Gina said with a sly
smile.
I had to agree, it did sound good, well better than
Phil having sex with some slut anyway.
And so that was arranged. Phil, Tom, Stuart (who was
Phil’s best friend and best man) and 4 other guy’s who
worked with Phil whom I didn’t know, went out for their
Stag night. Gina dressed me up in latex studded bra,
suspenders, black stockings, very high-heeled shoes and
a mask and NO panties. The bra had lots of poppers, so
no matter from which way it was pulled, it would pop
open and fall off.
Gina was dressed the same, except that she did have
panties with large ties at the sides, she explained
that these where so that the guy’s got an extra thrill
by pulling them open and baring her pussy to them.
She took great delight in showing me how it worked but
I think it was an excuse to show me that her pussy was
shaved. Gina kept popping her panties off and looking
at my expression. I told her that I felt really slutty
and she said that she felt the same and we had a good
giggle about it. When I asked her how she felt about
stripping in front of all those men, she reminded me
that her and Tom had often had sex parties and it was
nothing for her to walk around completely naked in a
room full of men, and women, she said as an
afterthought looking at me again with that sly smile.
Their house had a large living room with sliding doors
to the dining room. The dining table had been moved
into the living room and laid out with snacks and
drinks. A mattress had been lain on the floor of the
dinning room for me to let Phil sow his wild oats.
All was ready but I was a nervous wreck. Gina had given
me a few drinks to try and calm me down. We heard the
guys coming in, so we both went into the dining room
and pulled the sliding doors closed. We could hear them
chatting away and getting some food when Tom slid open
the door and said, “Show time ladies. Where’s that
lovely stripper?”
Giggling, Gina said, “I’m ready big boy, go put on some
music for me.” Tom closed the door again, then we heard
him announce “Gentlemen, straight from Las Vegas,
Ingrid the Swedish Love Goddess.” All the guys cheered.
Gina turned to me and winked, “Good luck,” she said.
“And good luck to you too,” I replied.
I slid open the door a crack, so that I could watch.
Gina danced like a professional, I wondered how many
times she had done this. The guys seemed to be enjoying
it. Egging her on with salacious remarks. “Take it off
Baby.” “Show us your tits Sweety.”
She went over to Phil who was sitting in an armchair
and bent over him and dangled her large breasts in his
face. Phil made a halfhearted attempt at playing with
them but I think he’d had too much to drink. She danced
around all the other guy’s who didn’t hesitate to grab
handfuls of breast and even insert fingers up into her
pussy. I was quite shocked by that, because I never
thought that she would go that far.
The dance ended and Gina came back into the dining
room, she was panting and her body was glistening with
sweat. “God I loved that. I love turning men on, it
gives me such a feeling of power over them.”
I could see what she meant. As she danced, she was
certainly in control, she’d let them go so far and then
quickly moved on. I sort of envied her. Her ability to
control men and her lack of morals to be able to dance
like that naked in front of strangers. “I’d better go
and let you ‘whore’ for your fiance.”
My stomach fluttered at the thought of it. I had been
so engrossed in watching Gina’s performance that it had
taken my mind of what I was here for. It wasn’t that I
minded making love to Phil. It was that I was to act
the part of a prostitute and fuck him and pretty much
in front of half a dozen men watching us do it.
Gina left by the doorway to the hall just as Tom opened
the sliding doors. “The Groom to be, is ready for his
last fling,” he said in a loud voice so that all he
guys could hear. He then said in a whisper to me,
“Pauline get on the mattress and spread your legs.”
I did as he said, I got onto the mattress but didn’t
open my legs too wide because I had no panties on.
The doors where slid wide open and Phil was carried in
by his friends. They had already stripped him and he
was completely naked. They laid him on top of me but
the poor dear had passed out. He just lay there like a
ton dead weight.
“Not much action here.” I heard Tom say. Just then I
felt Phil’s legs being pulled off me to the side. His
body was still laying across me and pinning me down on
the mattress.
I felt hands on my legs pulling them open, then a
finger found my clit and slowly rubbed it. I tried to
protest but the weight of Phil was squashing me. Then
the finger was replaced by a tongue. I had never been
licked before, thinking that it was a disgusting thing
to do but it felt good. Then the mouth completely
engulfed my pussy and began to suck me. That was like
nothing that I had ever felt before, it was wonderful.
Feelings where shooting through my body and I started
to moan. They must have realized that they had me now
as they lifted Phil off me. That was a pleasure in
itself, having his dead weight off me, I could now
breathe. I felt my legs being raised and a cock
touching my pussy. I had been turned on by the sucking
and my pussy juices were flowing, so the cock had no
trouble entering me. It did feel nice, it stretched my
insides as it went deeper and deeper into my young
inexperienced body. It felt much thicker than Phil’s
cock and longer. I opened my eyes to see who it was and
I shouldn’t have been surprised, it was Tom. Gina had
said that he fancied me and I’ll bet he was behind this
whole scheme, to get Phil drunk and to have me play the
whore in the first place, so that he could fuck me.
My resentment soon faded as the pleasure spread through
me. Two guys lay beside me and pulled at my stripper’s
bra and it just fell off my breasts and they started to
suck on my nipples. That really felt nice and I
surprised myself that I was really enjoying it. I was
being the whore that I was supposed to be acting. The
part had taken over and I was a slut letting these guys
have me. “I’d better not take too long. You’ve got a
lot of cocks to satisfy. Don’t want you getting sore
before they’ve all fucked you.” said Tom as he started
to shoot his spunk into me.
No sooner had he finished than Stuart (My fiance’s best
friend.) was between my legs and fucking me for all he
was all he was worth. I thought, well he doesn’t know
it’s me with this mask on. But as he was coming into my
pussy, he shouted out ‘Oh Pauline you fucking lovely
slut.’
I felt his hot spunk shooting into my pussy. He was
roughly pulled off me and another guy was fucking me, a
few thrusts and more spunk was shot into my pussy. As
they took turns fucking me, I got more and more excited
and I was moaning and screaming and shouting things
that I have never before even whispered. ‘Fuck me! Shag
me! More spunk, got to have more hot spunk.’ The guys
were going around for seconds and thirds when I noticed
Tom bringing in some middle-aged men. I found out later
that they were from the wife swapping parties that Tom
& Gina go to. I felt a little frightened but this just
accelerated my passion, it made me feel sexier,
sluttier. I wanted these strange older men to ‘have me’
to ‘use me’ to ‘take me’ to ‘fuck me’. Yes to FUCK ME
whilst my fiance lay in a drunken stupor beside me.
They fucked me rotten. I had 20 men that night shagging
me at the party. I say at the party because when
everyone was exhausted, Gina dressed me in a mini skirt
and very small top and 4 of the middle-aged men took me
to a club that was full of black men. They sat me in a
booth with a drink and the 4 of them just stood at the
bar watching me. It wasn’t long before 2 black guys sat
down either side of me. They didn’t say anything, just
started rubbing my thighs. They lifted a leg each and
draped it over their leg. They started to finger my
pussy and had me climaxing in seconds. I closed my eyes
as I ‘came’. I tried as best as I could to stifle the
deep sexy moan that was coming from deep within me. But
I couldn’t completely stop it; it was loud enough to
attract a lot of attention. Black men where gathering
around to watch this white slut getting used.
‘Let’s see the slut’s tits.’ someone said. They pulled
the poppers on my top and it just fell open revealing
my small firm breasts. Just then I noticed Tom & Gina
walk in and stand with their friends at the bar
watching the show I was putting on. Then I nearly died
on the spot as I noticed that Phil my fiance was with
them and had seen everything. I started to get up but
was pushed back down onto the seat by a pair of large
black hands. ‘Not yet sweet tits, you gonna be fucked.’
said the large black guy who had been fingering my
pussy. ‘I can’t, my boyfriend is here.’ I pleaded.
‘Then he’ll get an education, won’t he.’ he said
laughing. My top was pulled off and my mini skirt was
bunched up around my waist and I was laid down on the
bench seat of the booth. The guy got between my legs
and wasted no time in sticking his big black dick into
me.
He fucked me very quickly and had no sooner finished
filling me with spunk when another guy took his place
and fucked me. I was looking over their shoulders and
saw Phil smiling watching me. I strained my head a
little higher and saw Gina on her knees sucking Phil’s
dick. My fiance’s dick. The cheeky bitch, she was
supposed to be my friend. She helped set me up for this
gangbang and now she’s sucking off my fiance.
I lost count of how many black guys fucked me. I was
lost in a haze of climaxes, cocks and hot spunk. When I
sort of ‘came to’ feeling sore and drowning in spunk.
Phil was cradling my head on his lap. He bent down and
kissed my spunk-covered lips. ‘I love you.’ he said.
‘But what about what I’ve done, what I’ve become.’
‘You’ve become more lovely and more precious than ever
my Darling. When we get married tomorrow, I do hope
that you won’t change. Don’t ever change, stay as
slutty as you are tonight, forever.’
And we are still living happy ever after. I have found
my true vocation, a slut for spunk and big dicks and
sharing my body with other men…