To be honest, I was not thrilled to learn that Cindy, one of my best girlfriends, had gotten engaged. Of course, her happiness meant everything to me. And if her future marriage is going to make her happy, I have to support that. But how could she commit to only one dick? For the remainder of her life! I couldn’t imagine. But, despite my misgivings about long-term relationships and never being surprised by a brand new cock, I was overjoyed when she asked me to design her wild bachelorette party. So, who better? I’m the crazy party girl in the bunch. Everyone knows it! To be honest, I am rather proud of my reputation in this regard. Cindy didn’t specifically request a naughty bachelorette party. But I know better. This was not going to be a formal ladies’ brunch. That is absolutely not my style. But I realize the ideal balance of sophisticated and trashy. So I contacted a handful of Cindy’s close girlfriends and began making plans. We’d all gather for cocktails at the hottest new bar downtown, dressed to impress. I leased a cute house for the night to surprise my girls with gorgeous lingerie, champagne, a dance party, and more.
There were about ten girls who attended cocktail hour. I was really impressed that everyone got the memo and dressed in their sexiest attire. It was an excellent occasion for me to wear my tight red dress. I wore black fishnets underneath my red stilettos. Damn, I looked great! Demi did, too. She wore a short little white dress that was so thin that you could see her heart-trimmed beautiful bodysuit below. This was going to be a bachelorette party to remember! After getting a little drunk, we had the party van take us to our place. Now the real fun will begin! We all settled in and eventually became more comfortable. The tight outfits were all taken off. There was little left to the imagination. I drank my champagne and glanced around at all the gorgeous females who had come for the wild bachelorette celebration. I am extremely fortunate to have such lovely pals! I’ve even had hot phone sex fantasies with a few of them.
Nobody else knew what I was hiding. So when the doorbell rang, everyone turned to me. Were we expecting anybody? I pretended to be concerned and stated that I did not believe anyone was aware of our whereabouts. Cindy ran to answer the door in a panic, uncertain who was there. Then she returned with her hands bound behind her. And two very attractive officers leading the way. The females began yelling! And I could hear them all enthusiastically asking each other if I’d hired strippers. I just grinned and switched on some music. Cindy was now bound to the chair, and both beautiful officers unbuttoned their shirts for her. She pretended to be shy. But I knew she liked it when the first officer pressed his crotch into her face. Squealing, she raised her hand to cover her lips. He took it and put it against the bulge in his pants.
Dollar bills were flying everywhere. And I noted that the second stripper developed feelings for Cindy’s sister Angela, the maid of honor. He was giving her a lap dance. He slowly proceeded to draw his G-string down, exposing the tip of his very erect dick. Angela gave a gasp. She then went down and flicked her tongue across the top of his dick. Angela is currently married. However, no one at the party was going to inform her husband what was going on. Especially when the stripper grabbed her hand and brought her down the hallway to one of the bedrooms. We soon heard moans that were louder than the music. Some of the other females did not want to be left out. So they began stuffing so many bucks inside the stripper’s G-string that it started falling off of him. One lady spanked his bare buttocks. Another was on her knees, her tongue buried between his legs and sucking on his balls. The rest of us cheered them on. The stripper couldn’t stop himself and started rubbing his cock. That’s when I decided to go even crazier and began to unhook my bra. The other females quickly followed, providing him with an ideal vantage point.
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