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Bride To Be
By WIFE WATCHER
I was 17 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 says 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 naiveté.
"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. 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 laid on the floor of the dining 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, and 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."
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 the other entire 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 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 fiancé."
My stomach fluttered at the thought of it. I had been so occupied 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 the 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 were 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, and 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 fiancés 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.'
What!!! Howd he know???
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.
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 fiancé 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 dr*ped 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 fiancé 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 fiancés 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 fiancé.
I lost count of how many black guys fucked me. I was 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 lovelier 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 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...
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