My fiancé's bachelor party

I have to tell you about something that happened recently.
My name is Kiki. Tomorrow afternoon, I'm getting married to my boyfriend, Dani Morgan. I just turned 22, I'm 5'7" and weigh 135 pounds. Not to brag, but I'm actually quite good-looking. Since high school, many guys have tried to get with me, but I've always known Dani is my true love.
I have breasts that any girl could be proud of; really, they're definitely the best part of my body—firm and round. Perhaps because of my Scandinavian heritage, my skin is very fair, but I've always wished I had a tan. However, it's probably the same genes that gave me a flat stomach and long legs.
I think my hips are a little on the large side, but Dani always says they're perfect, and when we're out, he always likes to secretly squeeze my firm, bouncy breasts. I have natural shoulder-length blonde hair and blue eyes, which is probably the same as most girls in Texas (because most are of German and Scandinavian descent). Dani's family has an air conditioning repair business, and after we get married, I'll be a stay-at-home mom.
I grew up in a devout family, so I insisted on not having sex with him before marriage. During the year and a half we dated, I only gave him oral sex to help him release his pent-up desires. He also enjoyed licking me, but I resolutely refused to go all the way with him. Dani was a good man, patiently waiting for our wedding day.
Actually, before meeting Dani, I had slept with another boy, which gave me pleasure, but I felt guilty afterwards and was tormented by my conscience. So I made up my mind that Dani would be my second and last man.
The wedding preparations were incredibly complicated, and my family and I were busy for the past few weeks. That day, there were especially many things to do, and I was exhausted. I secretly went home to catch up on some sleep.
Just then, the phone rang. "I'm looking for Qiqi," a woman's voice came from the other end.
I didn't recognize the voice and replied, "That's me. Who are you?"
"You probably don't remember me. We went to the same high school. I'm Annie Dasson."
"Ah, Annie, of course I remember you! How are you now?" I immediately remembered.
Annie and I were in the same class in high school, but we weren't very close. I remembered once some school bullies harassed her, calling her "little" in front of everyone. I stood up and yelled at them until they left. Because I was a cheerleader and the girlfriend of a football player, those bullies were somewhat intimidated by me, and they never bothered Annie again. Back
then, Annie was a very ordinary girl, a little chubby, and liked to wear heavy makeup, which probably attracted the bullies' attention. Other than that, she didn't meddle in other people's business, and her grades were good. After that, she was very grateful that I stood up for her, always saying that if I ever needed her help, she definitely would.
Annie was silent for a moment on the phone before finally speaking, "Kiki, do you have a few minutes? I have something I want to tell you."
"Of course. Go ahead!" I replied, intrigued. At first, Annie seemed a little embarrassed, beating around the bush before telling me about her past, such as how she didn't do well in school and had to move to Dallas, and so on. Recently, her mother told her about seeing the announcement of my marriage to Dani in the local newspaper, and she wanted to congratulate me, knowing Dani was a good man. I listened patiently as she rambled on.
Finally, Annie seemed to muster her courage: "Kiki, I ended up dating a man who provides prostitute services. Please don't think I'm a slut, I… um, I work for him now." Annie fell silent, waiting for my response.
I was taken aback, momentarily speechless. Was Annie telling me she was now a prostitute? My high school classmate had become a prostitute?
"Kiki, are you still listening?" Annie asked worriedly when she didn't hear my response.
"Oh, I'm still here, please continue!" I suppressed my astonishment, wondering why she was telling me all this.
"Well, my boss, um, told me a few days ago that he received a booking to come to your city this Friday for a bachelor party for a guy named Dani Morgan. Kiki, I knew it was your fiancé the moment I heard that." Annie told me cautiously.
My mind was about to explode. This couldn't be true! Dani would never hire prostitutes for a party; he knew how much I valued fidelity and monogamy in marriage.
After calming myself down, I mustered my confidence and said, "Annie, you must be mistaken. It's another Dani, right? I believe my Dani wouldn't do something like this behind my back."
"No, Kiki, I had someone check, it really is your fiancé. I'm sure of it."
Annie then answered all my questions, providing many details about the party and their booking. I really couldn't believe it was true. Dani did mention to me that he had a bachelor party with friends the night before his wedding, but he said it was just about drinking and playing cards. Hearing the details Annie described, it was clear her client was indeed Dani, and the appointment was for a prostitute to come to their hotel room on Friday to serve him and his groomsmen—the time and place were correct.
Annie said the appointment specifically mentioned the prostitute would provide sexual services to five men present. I can hardly describe the anger I felt; my fiancé had hired a prostitute for a pre-wedding party! I don't even know how I ended the conversation with Annie; my mind was filled with Dani's betrayal. If this was what he wanted, he would pay the price! Anger and betrayal made me start plotting my revenge.
The next day, I called Annie and talked to her for a long time. Annie sincerely told me she didn't mean to hurt me; she felt I should know, and she was still grateful to me for what happened at school. I had already drafted a rough plan of revenge, and if Annie could help me, my plan might work.
I asked Annie if she could arrange with the boss to take the appointment herself. Annie was surprised by my request and said she wouldn't offer sexual services to my fiancé because she considered me a good friend. I told her my plan honestly: "Annie, no, please take this appointment. I want to go in your place. If my fiancé tries to cheat on me, I'll give him a bachelor party he'll never forget and a lesson he'll never forget!"
Annie understood and giggled: "Okay, listen, Kiki, if you're serious, I have an idea. If a new girl joins us, and it's her first time working, we'll send an experienced person to help arrange the details. We can go to their hotel together, and I'll pretend to be the experienced person, your agent. Since they're only paying for one person, I won't be providing the service." “I’ll tell them you’re a new girl for us, your first time working as a prostitute, so you’re a little shy.”
Anne thought for a moment, “I could also say you’re married, and you’re working as a prostitute because you’re not sexually satisfied with your husband and want to try new men. That way, we can say you’re willing to provide sexual services, but you can’t be too obvious because you don’t want your husband to find out. Kiki, you really won’t believe how many sex-starved housewives do exactly that. I can also give you a mask to cover your face and tell them that all ‘services’ must be one-on-one with you in a dark room, so your identity will be even less likely to be discovered.”
“Great!” I really wanted to completely ruin Dani and the prostitutes’ party. I figured that as the party’s star, his friends would let him be the first to “enjoy” the hired prostitute. Once he entered the room, I’d see how far he would go. If he really went with a hired stranger, I’d expose him on the spot. He wouldn’t be able to deny his depravity; he’d have to pitifully beg for my forgiveness. If everything goes according to plan, he will never have such a thought again.
Annie arrived at my place as promised on the weekend. Dani and his friends had gone to the hotel three hours earlier; we, the "call girls" for tonight, were supposed to go to their room at 9 pm.
I hadn't seen Annie for three years, and I was surprised to find she looked much better than before. She was no longer overweight, and her clothes and appearance were beautiful. I opened a bottle of wine to treat her, and as we drank, I asked her about the work of a call girl. Annie patiently explained the services and routines they offered, such as deep throat and prices. I started to get nervous, and I drank quickly.
Annie brought me a bag of costumes, some wigs, and a carnival-style mask. After drinking quite a bit, I finally settled on a jet-black wig, twice the length of my hair, which reached my waist when I put it on. This wig completely changed the appearance of my original blonde hair. The mask Anne brought was large, adorned with feathers, completely obscuring my forehead, eyes, nose, and cheeks. Except for my lips, painted with blood-red lipstick, my face was completely hidden.
I tried on all five of Anne's so-called "work outfits," deciding on the most alluring one. It was less of a costume and more of a very revealing lingerie set, with extremely high heels—five-inch heels, I knew men secretly called them "slut heels." Next came black fishnet stockings and matching lace garters. A black silk thong with black lace; my firm breasts almost burst out, the thong leaving them completely exposed, the thin silk barely covering them.
Anne watched, saying I was truly captivating and would be very successful in this line of work. My fair skin, bright red lips, and black lingerie made me unrecognizable as the seductive woman in the mirror. I thought to myself with satisfaction: Dani, you're in for it!
I put on a knee-length coat over my lingerie, put my mask in my bag, and nervously set off with Annie.
We arrived at the hotel quickly. Walking into the lobby, the thought that my "clients" included Dani, John, Tom, Tony, and Ted—who all knew me—made me nervous. Annie led the way, smiling and telling me to relax: "Sweetheart, don't worry, no one will recognize you. You won't even recognize yourself!"
In the elevator, I carefully put on my mask. After exiting the elevator, Annie found the room, knocked on the door, and Ted answered. Ted was Dani's brother, already married. He had always been very polite to me at home, and I quite liked him. I couldn't believe he would be involved in soliciting prostitutes. I started trembling all over. I wondered if I had drunk too much with Annie at home.
Ted was 6 feet 4 inches tall, and he respectfully ushered us into the lobby. Then I saw Dani, and a surge of anger welled up inside me. He stared at me with a fierce look, and behind the mask, I glared back at him. He still didn't know that behind that mask and long coat was his own fiancée.
The men in the room quickly gathered around, and after a brief introduction, I learned my alias was Kedi. Annie skillfully began explaining the terms of the deal to everyone. Up until now, the men had no idea who I was, and Annie acted very naturally, just like in her previous jobs.
Anne carefully explained and listed the terms of the deal: "Okay, everyone, this is Kedi. Tonight, she'll be responsible for providing all the services you've booked. As for me, tonight I'll just act as Kedi's observer, agent, and security guard. I'm not working tonight, so none of you can do anything to me. Understand?
You're lucky tonight because this is Kedi's first time serving clients. You can all enjoy her to the fullest; she's happy to provide the best service! However, Kedi has one condition: she's a married woman, and this is her first time working. She requires you to wear a mask while she's with you, and I'll need to dim the lights in the room. But boys, believe me, she's really beautiful.
Okay, as for the price, it's $150 per session. Services can be anything, all on the menu. The only thing is, you can only have one session with her at a time. She plans to discuss other services later. Get ready, and we can start the party." After
saying that, Anne turned around and walked behind me, whispering in my ear, "Kiki, are you ready?" I nodded. Annie had just introduced me to the men as a commodity with a price tag, and I found myself getting a little excited.
Annie unbuttoned my coat, letting it slide to the floor, revealing the sexy lingerie I was wearing underneath. Dani had never seen me in such lingerie before, let alone any other man. Wearing such provocative, almost naked lingerie in front of my fiancé and other men, I felt a wave of nervousness and humiliation washing over me. Perhaps it was the alcohol, but I was incredulously finding myself getting a little wet.
"Alright, everyone, what do you think of this hot little married woman?"
The men were incredibly excited, drooling, their eyes practically peeling me naked. They whistled, high-fived, and were bursting with excitement at the prospect of working with a hot married prostitute. I glanced at Dani; he seemed to be the least excited of the group, not overly agitated. As for me, I embarrassingly found myself twitching slightly with inexplicable excitement.
I was now standing before my clients as a prostitute, displaying my body like merchandise. The men's undisguised lust for me, their expressions making me feel like they weren't looking at a woman, but at a plaything, an object they could manipulate at will after paying for it. Their naked, lustful expressions were something I'd never experienced before.
Dani, Tom, Ted, and John kept whistling, looking me up and down, making obscene and suggestive remarks about women. I never expected them to be so uncouth. Ted unconsciously rubbed the bulge in his crotch, grinning at me—so different from his well-behaved self at home. I didn't realize that none of the men surrounding me were very tall.
Seeing that everyone was satisfied with the "goods," Annie pulled me into the "transaction" room. As I walked, I unconsciously swayed my hips and buttocks. I seemed to enjoy their gazes, but I still felt a tension and fear I'd never experienced before. I didn't want to become a prostitute to be raped by six men.
Anne carefully dimmed the lights in the room and drew the curtains, making it almost impossible to see anyone clearly. Anne whispered in my ear, "Kiki, teach him a lesson. Good luck." Then Anne left the room.
When the first "customer" entered, I was sitting on the edge of the bed wearing a mask. The room was dark, and I could only see his outline; his figure must have been Dani. As soon as he entered the room, he immediately walked up to me and unzipped his pants. He showed no shame or remorse, but was eager to "enjoy" the body of a complete stranger. I thought his promise to me was utterly worthless.
I reached out and touched his familiar body. In the darkness, I could barely see him moving a few inches in front of me. Maybe it was because I was a little drunk from drinking earlier, or maybe it was because being shown like a slutty prostitute outside had aroused my sexual desire. I couldn't help but kneel in front of him, wanting to give myself to him.
Without saying a word, I took what was in front of me into my mouth. I had done this to Dani many times before, but this time, it felt a little different. I wondered if Dani was particularly excited by a hot married prostitute; his seemed longer and thicker.
The role of a call girl was also making me more and more excited. I had originally planned to give him a blowjob for a few dozen seconds and then expose him, but without realizing it, I was kneeling in front of my "client" like a prostitute, sucking him vigorously. This lewd role-playing was so exciting that I found my love juice overflowing, almost dripping down in a thin stream.
While licking Dani, I couldn't help but reach out and play with my own vulva. My fingers were immediately covered with the love juice that was flowing out. I suddenly realized that I wanted this role-playing to continue, even if it was just for a few more minutes. I had become an animal in heat, a passionate prostitute, and I wanted the client in front of me to fuck me hard.
A moment later, I vomited up Dani's, then climbed onto the bed, sprawling on all fours like a female dog, exposing my genitals to my fiancé. I was burning with lust; I wanted to reveal my identity later. The man behind
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eagerly thrust his penis into my body, which had been almost untouched for so long, and began to pump hard. Lust surged within me, and I welcomed each of his thrusts with my own. An unprecedented pleasure overwhelmed my reason; I was like a mindless sex toy, desperately accepting my master's ravaging.
I don't know how long it lasted, but then I heard Dani howl and felt him ejaculate his thick semen into me. I was almost there too; if he could have lasted another thirty seconds, I could have reached my climax. He withdrew his limp penis, and I felt empty. I was extremely frustrated; the intense lust that had accumulated within me couldn't be released.
I couldn't shake off the frenzied pleasure. Even after Dani pulled out, I remained lying down, frantically rubbing myself. I wanted to push myself away and confront Dani and his partner, but unfortunately, I didn't notice that the person behind me had already zipped up his pants and quickly left the room.
As planned, I had already provided Dani with sexual services, and I knew I should get up, straighten my clothes, follow him out, and confront him directly. However, I couldn't escape the burning desire within me, and I continued to thrust my erect penis high into the air.
Suddenly, I felt a pair of large hands grab me. Startled, I turned around and could only see a blurry figure. This wasn't my plan!
Without any warning, another huge, hard penis was thrust directly into my still-wet vagina, and I could almost hear the "squeak" of it pushing open my sticky vagina. I panicked, struggling to break free from his hands, but they held firmly on my hips. He relentlessly thrust deep into my body. I tried to resist, but to no avail.
I felt a demon penetrating me, stretching me to my limit. I couldn't believe what was happening to me: Dani's friend was deeply penetrating his fiancée, using her like a prostitute. But I couldn't make a sound. I knew I had to stop. I had to admit the pleasure from this enormous thing completely overwhelmed me.
Whoever was fucking me so hard, he gave me pleasure I'd never felt before. Within thirty seconds, I came, my vaginal fluids splashing wildly as he fucked me. He thrust my penis against his hips, the intense stimulation causing my vagina to involuntarily contract and spasm. My vaginal walls gripped his tightly. Shamelessly, like a prostitute, I let this man ravage my body.
Afterward, my legs gave way, and I collapsed onto the bed. I regained a little consciousness and tried to move my body away, but he roughly pulled me up, supporting me, and continued to fuck me mercilessly. He probably continued for more than twenty minutes, and despite my attempts to resist, he still brought a second, third, and fourth wave of pleasure to my body. Finally, I felt him tremble, and then several spurts of hot, thick semen sprayed into my unsuspecting uterus.
He let out a satisfied shout and pulled out. I collapsed onto the bed, feeling utterly exhausted, too weak to move a finger, let alone regain my senses and get up to leave. As
soon as he left, another friend of Dani's came in, I didn't know who he was. He turned my body over and pulled me to the edge of the bed until my head was just hanging off the edge. He was very rough, even knocking off my mask. I hadn't recovered from the constant fucking and had no strength to resist, so I could only let him insert his penis into my upturned mouth.
He insisted on inserting his enormous penis completely down my throat, then roughly caressed my body, forcefully kneading my nipples and my already swollen penis. This man, like a beast, showed no mercy to my body, which gave me sensations I'd never experienced before. But it was so long; his forceful thrusts reached my throat, and I couldn't help but gag reflexively, forcing me to brace myself against his waist to prevent him from penetrating too deeply.
Sensing my resistance, he spoke: "Baby, take it down your throat, swallow it whole, and I'll fuck you good." From his deep voice, I immediately knew it was Ray, my fiancé's close black friend.
It was so long and thick; I guessed at least 10 inches. I almost choked, my throat violently retching, but he ignored my discomfort, simply raping my mouth like a prostitute. Soon his penis was covered in the saliva from my mouth and throat. Each time he pulled out, a long stream of saliva flowed from my mouth, making me feel like a slut in a movie.
After trying for a while, he couldn't fully insert his penis into my throat, so he moved my limp body to the ground, making me kneel. He sat on the edge of the bed and forcefully forced me to swallow his penis again. It was so thick that I had to open my mouth wide to accommodate its enormous size.
In this position, he could hold my head firmly with his hands, and I had to endure the nausea caused by the huge foreign object in my throat, letting him insert his penis even deeper. "That's right, you whore here, swallow mine!" he couldn't help but groan.
I was completely lost in this intense pleasure, and I obeyed. I tried to relax my throat as much as possible until my nose touched his, and I took his penis completely into my throat. Was this the "deep throat" service that Annie had mentioned before? For some reason, I suddenly wondered if Ray's wife, Kissa, also satisfied Ray in this way?
Ray seemed quite satisfied with my deepthroating. After a moment, he reluctantly pulled out and lifted me up, throwing me onto the bed. He straddled my legs, spreading them apart and pressing them against me until my legs were bent and pressed against my chest.
Although the room was dark, I felt more exposed and helpless than ever before in bed. In this position, my penis and vagina were stretched and exposed to the air. My vaginal fluid, along with the fluids left by the previous two men, soaked my vagina, constantly flowing down and making it wet. I felt Ray's penis groping around my penis and vagina. I was burning with desire, trying my best to push my penis upwards. I only knew that I needed him.
I will never forget what happened next: Ray didn't take my burning penis; instead, his penis slid down and pressed against my anus. He wanted to fuck me! In a panic, I twisted my body, trying to stop him from entering, but Ray pressed one hand firmly against my mouth and the other against my body, slowly forcing my anus open.
At first, it was excruciating pain; I struggled fiercely, trying to scream to stop being torn apart, but he quickly pressed his mouth against mine, turning my screams into indistinct pleas and cries of agony. My body writhed helplessly until Ray buried his long, bald penis inside me.
It felt like I was on fire, giving me unbearable pain; my tight rectum was mercilessly stretched open, his ten-inch length encasing me. Ray didn't move immediately; he kissed me first, biting my tongue and lips, holding me like that for five minutes until I began to kiss him back.
Somehow, the pain inside slowly subsided, and I felt a strange pleasure. Ray slowly began to thrust, pulling out an inch and then thrusting back in an inch; his precise piston-like movements began to melt my senses.
I welcomed his increasingly intense thrusts. For the next two or three minutes, I relaxed my body, completely surrendering my anus to Lei, letting him penetrate me at will. Lei no longer moved lightly; he began to completely possess me. He would pull out seven or eight inches and then thrust all the way in, until his testicles slammed hard against my thighs.
Each thrust made me moan uncontrollably; the overwhelming feeling of fullness was ecstatic. I forgot my shame, opening my arms to hold him tightly, joyfully accepting Lei's undiminished penetration. Lei treated me like an unconscious sex organ, relentlessly thrusting into me, and I, like a shameless harlot, joyfully accepted his ravaging.
Unlike before, I suddenly felt a strange change within my body. I felt like I needed to urinate, and if Ray didn't stop, I would definitely lose control, as if I was about to burst out. I begged Ray to stop, but he moved even faster and held me tightly.
I couldn't control myself anymore and started to squirt. A hot liquid gushed out forcefully from my body, hitting Ray's abdominal muscles. I completely lost control of my bladder, the squirting was endless, completely soaking the sheets beneath me. The incredibly intense pleasure almost made me faint.
Ray let out a sound, my squirting had clearly pushed him to his peak as well. He pulled out, placed it in front of me, pried open my mouth with his thumb, and began to spray into my mouth. I opened my mouth, letting him spray the thick liquid onto my lips, tongue, and mouth.
"Whore, swallow it! I have to go back to the queue and come to you again," he demanded loudly.
I had never swallowed a man's penis before. After giving it to Dani, I would always rush to the bathroom to vomit it out. This time, however, I craved it. I craned my neck, swallowing every drop of Ray's penis in the darkness with all my might. Ray probably gave me eight or nine intense thrusts; I felt like I was being drowned by him, swallowing almost suffocatingly.
Finally, Ray shoved his swollen member into my mouth, and I, like a proper prostitute, hungrily sucked every last drop clean. Ray withdrew his penis with satisfaction and left the room. I collapsed onto the bed, exhausted, too weak to wipe the grime from my face.
A few seconds later, I felt another man slip between my legs. He grasped his penis, parted mine, and quickly thrust it into my burning flesh. I was utterly exhausted, yet not completely satisfied. Mechanically, I clung to the man in front of me, letting him fuck me like a beast.
Everything that followed was a blur. I really don't remember what happened afterward; I only know that I messed things up. All night long, I became a full-fledged prostitute, willingly letting any man who entered the room rape my body.
For the next eight hours, Dani and his friends used every imaginable part of my body, one after another. I let them use my throat, and others. I realized with a mixture of shame and excitement that I preferred it, so when the room changed, I would offer myself to him first. Of course, if he didn't choose my anus, I would gladly use other parts of my body to satisfy all their demands.
At 5 a.m., the men finally finished. Annie came into the room and told me that the party was over. My whole body ached, but I was satisfied.
Annie told me that everyone who attended the party left satisfied and exhausted. She told me that she received a full $2,550, which meant that I had been prostituted seventeen times tonight!
"Kiki, my God! Are you okay? You look terrible. You need to clean yourself up before we leave," Annie said worriedly.
I limped into the bathroom in my high heels, the only complete accessory I was wearing. As I walked, thick, white semen left by men kept flowing down my thighs and into my shoes. My entire body had been mercilessly "used" by men all night. My jaw and throat ached, and my stomach felt strange—no wonder, I'd swallowed a lot that night.
I was wet and sticky, reeking of the smell; my breasts, nose, face, and eyelashes were covered in half-dried semen. I looked at myself in the mirror: my wig was a mess, with patches of dried semen on it; my lipstick was smeared, my bra was torn to shreds, and my fishnet stockings had several large holes—I looked like a cheap prostitute on the street, costing $20 a time.
I slowly returned to reality and started to cry. I hadn't wanted anything other than Dani; I just wanted to catch Dani red-handed. I didn't know how things had gotten so messed up. I think at least I knew Dani was an unfaithful husband, and that was enough. I would never trust him again. If he hadn't hired a prostitute first, I wouldn't have done this.
I cried to Anne, "Anne, I didn't want to do this. I just wanted to have Dani by my side. I really didn't want to be like a lowly prostitute with his friends."
Anne looked at me with pity and surprise, and said, "Kiki, I thought you were going to get revenge on him, so you went after all his friends. Dani didn't even come into the room tonight; it was his friends who patronized you! He said he loves you and doesn't want to betray you. I'm so sorry, why didn't you tell me sooner?"
I froze, sitting there crying uncontrollably. After a long while, Anne teased me, "Kiki, you had a memorable and enjoyable night too, didn't you? You're really amazing; we've never made so much money in one night. Are you coming to our next bachelorette party?" I couldn't help but laugh and cry at the same time, and hit her hard: "Maybe!"

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