Surprise Performer
written by:
Valley Brook

SURPRISE PERFORMER

I was blown away when Richie asked me to be his best man. Totally blindsided by his initial announcement, it became clearer when he said he had proposed to Alexandria. Alexandria was a vision. She exuded sexuality, and could attract any guy with a casual glance. Also in her repertoire was the ability to subtly reject a suitor in a way that he actually felt good. The women was amazing.

To me this was a relationship that would either produce a phenomenal union, or a match made in hell. They had been dating on and off for a little over a year, but during the "Off" time, Richie returned to his natural tendencies, which was as a Man Whore. He was able to get any girl to bed whenever he wanted, which made me envious of him. You see I have standards, and if I'm not physically attracted to a women I just can't perform. Richie's needs were simpler. It consisted of any female who was willing to perform a sexual act with him.

Regardless I was the Best Man, and my responsibilities were established. If I'm not mistaken my priorities revolved around a ring, and in Richie's case an orgasmic bachelor party. I had to get to work on the bachelor party since the wedding was in three months.

Soliciting the help of two experts; Marty who was a close friend of ours, and my Uncle Tippy who had a reputation for putting on some notoriously risque parties, I had my team assembled. With the parameters outlined: Marty's responsibility was choosing the place and how to get Richie there, and Uncle Tippy was in charge of entertainment. I felt comfortable with the expertise of my team.

Alexandria & Uncle Tippy:

Concerned with my fiance's wayward tendencies, I Discovered that Uncle Tippy was helping putting the bachelor party together. Knowing his reputation and mode of operation first hand, I had to approach him carefully about his plans for the party.

To capsulize who Tippy is, he's a man who has been my Richie's mentor. At 40plus he looks 30, is suave, and adjusts his personality like a camellia to basically hit on females in the under 28 range. I met him before dating Richie, and I have to confess he got a hand job, while I extracted an unforgettable oral orgasm from him. I think I won that round. His pursuit of me after that was relentless until I started dating Rich. After that our relationship evolved into a flirtatious one.

My call to him was pointed about the reason I wanted to meet him, I thwarted his frivolous attempts to incorporate sexual innuendos into the meeting, "Since it would be our last chance". I did capitulate about the location, when he suggested we meet at an upscale Gentleman's club that is known for it's steaks as well as the sexy ladies.

Wanting to use my feminine wiles to my advantage, I wore a black spaghetti strapped mini, that revealed enough cleavage to distract him.. With thigh high lace topped stockings exposing some desirable white smooth flesh below the dress hem and 9" stilettos, I was going to compete favorably with the girls at the club. I fought to keep a stoic expression, while Tippy was obviously distracted by the strategic movement of my legs during our ride in the limo to the club. The expression was duplicated by the valet and the doorman at the club. The reaction was exactly what I was hoping for.

Seated at an eye level table with a curved leather love seat that afforded us an unencumbered view of the stage, we began the evening with a $200 bottle of Sauvignon. To say the least the man knew how to impress, but I was already familiar with his moves. The wine lasted through dinner, which included his hand resting on my thigh numerous times. I didn't impede his enjoyment until he would attempt to move higher. A skewed glance was enough to cause him to retreat. After dinner the drink of choice became Brute Champagne, which he knows acts on me like an aphrodisiac..

During the stage show I became consistently distracted when the female performers were joined by one or two hunky males. Tippy commented about the tremble he felt in my legs when the guys participated in the performances. Between the buzz the bubbly was creating, the sexual energy from the atmosphere of the club, and I have to admit the company, I was feeling increasingly amorous. I caught myself becoming touchy feel y, and even purposely brushed my hand over his groin a few times to tease him. Of course he didn't object, but would comment about the "Good ole' days". I'd giggle and emphatically state that it wouldn't be happening again. I know his ego didn't allow my statement to hold much credence, so the sexual bantering continued.

Attempting to refocus about the bachelor party entertainment, Tippy continuously challenged me to join the occasional amateur performer, and show my stuff on stage. Of course I repeatedly refused, but as I felt I was gaining some concessions concerning the party, I was becoming more enthralled with the increasingly erotic activity on stage. With my defenses weakened and my curiosity piqued, I finally succumbed and agreed.

Calling the Floor Manager over, he explained he wanted to see his lady perform. Giving me a quick once over, he extended his hand and invited me to follow. Embarrassed and with my legs a little unsteady, I went with him to the back stage entrance. He said he'd give me a few minutes to think about it, and if I was uncomfortable he'd have someone escort me back to my table. Already committed to performing, I shyly asked if I could use one of guys for support while on stage. He gestured to the dressing room area where they were, and told me pick one. Nervously I moved the curtain to the side and entered.

Muffled groans were coming from a guy who was getting serviced by one of the girls. I gingerly avoided them while a few guys approached to greet me. They already knew why I was there, and graciously made me feel as comfortable as possible. Suggesting I give them hugs to see who I was comfortable with, I entered the line that was formed for my sampling.

Running my hands over the firm sculptured shoulders and arms of the first one, he placed his hands on my ass and pulled me close. Placing his finger under my chin, he guided my mouth to meet his. Our tongues explored each other instinctively before I thanked him and moved to the next.

Turning me so his back was to him, he placed his hands on my tummy, and ran them over my breasts. Slipping the straps off my shoulders, he dipped his fingers behind the bodice of my dress. Contacting the top of one of my hardened nipples, I gently stopped him before he was able to go further. I turned, repositioned my straps, gave him a kiss, then moved to the next one.

Sensing his excitement, I was comfortable in his arms. After a natural but passionate kiss, I asked if he would be the one to join me on stage. Accepting, he led me to the dressing room where he suggested he would pick something out for me to wear. I agreed.

Facing me, he slipped one of the thin straps off my shoulders, and instructed me to remove the other hopefully allowing the dress drop. My heaving breasts prevented it from falling off, as I repositioned the straps.

Observing how I was taken aback, he explained that he wanted me to get comfortable removing my clothes, since that's what I would be doing on stage. Feeling cautious while anticipating how I would react, I playfully began to strip for him. Swaying my hips and suggestively moving my torso, after removing the 2nd strap the dress slid off my body to the floor. With a casual nod he encouraged me to continue. Hesitating, I reached back and unclasped my strapless bra. Holding it in place for a second before releasing it, I was proud to display my nubile breasts to him. His eyes widened, before asking if he could touch them? I pulled my shoulders back then thrust them slightly forward as I placed my hands on my hips for his appraisal. I could have died when he specifically asked if he could inspect them for buoyancy? With a prod at first, followed by a gentle squeeze, then an enjoyable overall fondling, he concluded that they were real. I smiled as I confirmed his conclusion. Nonchalantly he stated, "Very Nice. They're beautiful. The crowd will love you."

Rummaging through the costume rack, he handed me a black sheer baby doll outfit with opaque panties. Directing me to put the panties on over my thong, I bashfully looked down at the postage stamp covering I wore, then proceeded to step into the panties. Taking a couple of steps back, he looked me over still in my thigh high lace top stockings, and suggested I keep them on. Complimenting how hot I looked, I reached out and pressed the palm of my hand against his obvious bulge before proceeding to the stage entrance.

With Jon's hands gently on my waist, we waited until the MC announced a "Surpirse" performer. The crowd barely reacted as I stepped onto the stage. My legs froze prohibiting me from making my complete entrance, until Jon whispered that I would be fine and he would be there for me. With a gentle prod at the small of my back, I took my first steps toward the abyss.

As I strutted uncomfortably onto the stage the initial mumbling and inattention of the audience began to morph into they noticing me, as I continued to the middle of the runway. With my drinking buzz assisting the lessening of my inhibitions, I was able to add a sexy sway to my novice repertoire. With my confidence building from the increasingly encouraging crowd reaction, I began seductively moving my hands over my body caressing it. With over 400 people now focused on me, I felt power, control, and my confidence building.

Noticing Tippy standing behind his chair in the audience with a wide grin and his left hand massaging his groin, I acknowledged him with my gaze while circling my lips with my tongue. His smile widened as he tilted his head backward and shook it disbelievingly side to side.

Looking for support, I glanced over my shoulder at Jon who was moving suggestively at the other end of the stage with one of the female performers. Feeling bolder I seductively pursed my lips, then crooked my finger inviting him to come closer. When he was close enough I moved my body up and down over his, while he stood stoic with his hands on his hips. The audience screamed its approval. Guiding me to my knees, he placed his hand on the back of my head, arched his back, then guided my face gently over his groin. Whispering that I was doing great, I had a moment of spontaneity. Opening my mouth, I captured the bulge between my teeth through his loose fitting silky pants. The uncontrolled enthusiastic response of the audience caused the room to vibrate.

Going to his knees while guiding me to my feet, he moved his nose against my slit. I instinctively started grinding against it. From his knees he raised his arms, cupped my breasts, then directed me to remove his shirt. As I lifted it, his gentle squeezes to my encapsulated mounds made my legs shudder. Excited and extremely frustrated and needing relief, I screamed for him to "Fuck me!". The audience took up a "Fuck her!" chant while banging on the stage, as he pulled my panties off leaving me in my G string.

During Jon's ascent to his feet, he pushed my top up enough to bare my firm trembling belly, followed closely with kisses and gentle sucking on it. Standing in front of me, he gave me a gentle kiss on the lips, then moved is mouth to my neck. Turning me to face the audience, he placed his hands on my shoulders to slip the straps off my costume. Falling lower, my protruding breasts prevented it from exposing me to the chagrin of my ravenous fans.

Whispering that I should crawl to the edge of the stage, I knew it would give the strategically positioned group of hungry wolves a down shot view of my boobs, while the others enjoyed their natural controlled sway. I did.

Laying along the edge on my stomach, I maneuvered my top down to my waist while pressing my boobs against the stage floor. Getting volunteers to continue it's journey over my ass and legs took less then a glance. The feel of the hands moving over my naked back, the side bulge of my breasts, and thighs was exhilarating. Disappointed my boots prevented my legs from being caressed, I still had to fight not to cum.

Continuing my quest to have my audience go wild, I rolled onto my back. As I did, the expression of a sexy pout and cupping my breasts before draping my arms strategically over them, created sounds from my audience that reflected the same frustration I was experiencing. Standing, I raised my hands over my head and turned slowly before prancing slowly off the stage, allowing the wolves to observe the body they couldn't have.

After dressing Jon escorted me to Tippy's table. Congratulating me before handing me another glass of champagne, he critiqued my performance while rubbing his hard on. Gulping down the glass of bubbly quickly, I suggested we leave.

Collapsing with my head against his chest in the waiting limo, he guided it lower. Without a thought, I unfastened his belt, lowered his zipper, and extracted his sticky phallus. Staring at the gaping slit of it's head, I circled it with my lips and tongue. With every bob of my head I consumed more of his shaft.

With my fingers wrapped around the base, I felt the head of his cock reach the entrance of my throat. This brought back flashbacks of the hand job I had given him before I met my fiance'. I decided to use the skills I had developed to take him all.

Extending my tongue past my lips along the bottom of his shaft, I relaxed my throat muscles and succeeded in consuming all of him. The streams of hot cum shooting directly down my throat finally caused me to gag. I had to extract him as I gasped for air allowing streams of his cum to splash against and over my face. I gripped his slippery snake and put it back in my mouth, gulping and swallowing the remaining copious stream as fast as possible. Tippy's moans mixed with groans were getting louder, as I sensed the limo pulling over.

When the door opened and the soft inside lights became bright, all I saw was an extended throbbing prick pointing in my direction. Having lost any semblance of control over the situation and with the driver groaning for relief, I opened my mouth. As soon as the tip of his prick met my lips, he exploded. Since I had become a total slut tonight, I took the head into my mouth, and mixed the added volume of cum to what I had already digested. With both men spent, the driver wobbled as he returned to the driver's seat.

Pulling up to Richie, my fiance's apartment building, I gave Tippy a peck on his cheek as I exited the limo. My goal was release, and Richie was going to be the vessel I was going to use to achieve it. The final details of the bachelor party with Tippy would have to be completed at a different time.

Helpful Neighbor:

Distracted as I was opening my door to join the party with the vision of a slightly disheveled Alexandria walking toward me, I tried to keep focused on her angelic face while fiercely attempting to avoid staring at the natural bounce of her breasts. I meekly smiled and nodded my hello. As soon as she past I had no choice but to focus on the sway of her hips with her long auburn hair moving in the opposite direction. The thigh highs, dress, and stilettos gave her a slutty look. This surprised me, since I've only observed this natural girl next door in conservative outfits.

Glancing back at me as she opened her boyfriends apartment door, I felt the heat of embarrassment flush my cheeks. Quickly entering my condo where my friends were being fairly boisterous celebrating our friend Mack's divorce, I was able to hide from her gaze. Because of the occasion we were a fairly raucous group, with the drinks flowing freely and porn as our primary entertainment. My biggest concern was rousing the ire of my neighbors with the possible arrival of cops.

Hoping that the acoustics in my upscale condo would suffice, we continued without regard until a distracting knock on the door became noticeable. To no avail I signaled the party goers to keep it down while I answered it. Cautiously looking through the peep hole, I was shocked to see the lovely Alexandria on the other side. Opening the door the width of my body, I mumbled an apology about the noise.

With a sullen expression she explained that she felt foolish since she locked herself out of the apartment when she came out to look for her phone. Asking if she could come in for a while until her boyfriend came home. I explained she might be uncomfortable since, we were having a divorce party, and my friends would probably be annoying. She replied that she was a big girl, and would be able to handle them.

Without hesitation I invited her in, then suggested she go to my office to avoid the party goers. Meekly nodding in agreement, I led her past my drunken ogling friends, and the groans emitting from the porn being shown.

I understood the crude hushed comments emanating from the guys, since they were expecting the stripper to arrive. THE STRIPPER! I forgot all about her, as I put my hand on the small of Alexandria's back and quickly ushered her to the security of my office. After quickly pointing out the amenities, I rejoined the revelers.

Instantly receiving high fives for the quality of the "Stripper". I took their compliments without explaining who she really was. With her damp hair, she must have just taken a shower, clingy hip huger sweats, no bra and a tank top that exposed a titillating sliver of her flat tummy, I only wished the stripper looked half as good.

The guys were becoming restless thinking about when the sexy stripper would perform. Before I could answer, my phone rang. Excusing myself I rapped on the office door. Opening it a crack, I explained to Alexandria that the guys were so noisy I had to take the call in my adjoining bed room. With a sweet smile, she nodded as I went into the next room.

Can I help!

"Whadaya mean you have to find another girl?" "Maybe an hour! That's not acceptable!" Screaming that he had a room of horny guys, he demanded they send a stripper NOW! After hanging up, Parker put together a string of cuss words, then threw his phone into the office.

Storming into the office where I was trying to be nonchalant about hearing his conversation. I jumped toward him and put my hands on his chest to stop his advance. Apologizing for overhearing, then asked if they were going to get someone? Annoyed, he said "No", and he was going to tell the guys about the situation. Putting my finger to his lips, I asked if there was anything I could do?

With a glazed confused stare, he asked what I meant. I explained that I'd be willing to help him out of his dilemma if he wanted. Continuing to explain my suggestion, I cajoled him by adding that it would be fun, and I'd be able to make up for what he was doing for me. His expression changed to a perplexed smile, then asked if I was sure?

Without answering, I asked if he had a mask or something I could make one from, and a dress shirt. He took my hand and excitedly brought me into the bedroom. Opening the closet door, he told me pick whatever I wanted. While I was looking through a selection of high end dress shirts, he handed me a variety of silk handkerchiefs and a scissor. After confirming I had what I needed, he gave me a peck on the cheek, and babbled something about "Thank you soooooo much? as he left me alone in the bedroom.

Suddenly it dawned on me, what I had volunteered to do. I sat on the bed for a minute, then decided I couldn't back out. Going to his closet, I picked out one of his dress shirts that ended at the top of my knees. Recalling that I had no panties on, I rummaged through his draw and found a pair of boxers. As a second thought I added a suit vest. I was sure he wouldn't complain.

Making my entrance through the office door wearing my sweat pants, tank top, and a make shift Zorro mask while carrying my other accessories, took the guys by surprise. With their bantering and comments directed toward the porn screen interrupted, the room morphed into silence quickly followed by indiscernible appreciative mumbling. Sashaying my way to the middle of the room, I was excited by the attention the bounce of my unencumbered boobs received. With my confidence building, I playfully asked for the divorcee to identify himself.

Pulling his hand out of his unzipped jeans, I noticed his shinny palm as he timidly raised his hand. Parker approached me and introduced Mack the divorcee to me. Whispering in my ear, he thanked me again. Grinning, I gently pushed him away, then went directly to the guest of honor.

With my nipples outlined against my thin cotton tank top, no one complained when I turned with my back to Mack to grind my ass against his groin.

After sensing that his equipment was average, I raised my arms high then twisted my body against his. He took his cue and encircled my barred waist with his slightly sticky fingers. Encouraged by his friends taunting him to go higher, I leaned my head on his shoulder. Cautiously he moved the tips of his fingers under my top. Without any protest from me, he continued his quest and cupped the under rise of both of them.

With a sexy husky voice, I suggested he describe to his friends how they felt. The reaction was mixed. From silent mode to yelping. Placing my hands on his over my top, I guided them directly on my breasts. The others groaned when I instructed him to give them a squeeze. The instant he contacted them, he pressed hard against my ass. After the 2nd hump he was shooting jizz in his pants. I stepped forward separating myself from him, as the guys taunted him about shooting his load. I flippantly stated, that I guess he wouldn't be able to describe how they felt. The reaction was raucous.

Figuring my performance was complete, I grabbed a beer then went to Parker to casually sit on his lap. Sensing the others were horny and getting a little rambunctious, I was curtly invited to sit on another lap as I was handed a shot and a second beer.

The shot created the desired effect, and gave me an instant buzz. With my legs wobbly, I plopped down on the next lap. His hand felt good as he massaged my belly while brushing along the underside of my breast. Responding by leaning my head against his shoulder, probably encouraged him to proceed.

Moving his hand under my top, he described to his friends what it felt like squeezing my tits. The others were focused on his hands while he aggressively grouped me. I struggled, but Parker pulled him off and helped me up. The annoyed expression I gave him, didn't stop him.

Pleading with them to treat me like a lady didn't go to well. They retorted that I was a stripper who hadn't stripped. Demanding they get more then a lap dance for the thousand they spent, my eyes widened as I looked around at the angry and disappointed faces.

Asking for another drink, which I received instantly, I slowly poured it over my top making it translucent. The grunts of appreciation continued while I fondled my boobs then giggled explaining that the show wasn't over.

Moving toward my props with my back to the crazed room of guys, I crossed my hands and lifted my top over my head. Turning toward them with my arms draped and pressing against my naked breasts created additional approving reactions. Continuing my journey to the dress shirt, with my back to them I slipped it on.

Facing them I slowly buttoned a few of the bottom ones, giving them ample time to enjoy my ample mounds. Taking care not to expose my nipples, some aureola I determined would be titillating. Bouncing slightly to taunt my audience created a jiggle, which demonstrating there buoyancy. Again the reaction was electric.

Reaching under the bottom of the shirt, I untied my sweat pants then wiggled my hips until they fell to my ankles. The shirt tails dropped naturally keeping my swollen pussy lips concealed. Next I grabbed the boy shorts and put them on. Parker's salacious expression, made me think he may never wash those boxers again, then decided not to use the vest.

Between the drinks and how frustrating my day had gone, I needed relief. With a gaggle of horny guys more then willing to ravage my body, I wasn't going to wait for my sweet fiance' to take care of my primal needs. My plan was to just let things develop naturally. In other words, "Wing it!" Tossing my hair, I strutted around the room, giving each of them some personal attention, while allowing them to explore my body.

Straddling my first victim's leg, I began riding it. His eyes were glued to my breasts, as I berated his face with them. Moving a hand from my ass to my breast, he cautiously caressed it over the fabric. Allowing soft moans to escape, encouraged him to slip his hand beneath the open shirt and gave my flesh a firm squeeze. Giggling I jumped up and wagged my finger at him. His eyes rolled and his hand went to adjust the object causing the tenting in his pants. Before I moved on, I pulled his face to my nipple, which he instantly began to suckle. He was sweet and childish .

Looking around the room, I chose the Black guy with a shaved head who was built like a football player. Dropping to my knees, I ran my chin between his thighs while staring into his eyes. When my chin contacted his balls, he placed his hand on top of my head and groaned while he applied pressure. I could feel his cock pulsating against my pursed lips. I made a mental note to be careful if I visited him again.

Seductively approaching Mack, the divorcee, I took his hand and brought him alongside of me as I laid on the coffee table. Not giving him any instructions, he knelt next to me. With my eyes closed behind the mask, I stretched my arms above my head, surrendering my body to him.

In an instant his mouth came to mine, while he placed a hand on my tummy. Opening my mouth, I allowed his tongue to enter and play. His fingers proceeded behind the waist band of the boy shorts. I moaned when he dipped a finger along the lips of my vagina to lubricate it, before returning to the nub of my clit. Oh, he was good circling and gently rubbing it. In no time my hips were gyrating to the cadence of the finger fucking he proceeded to administer .

When his mouth moved away, he used his chin to push the shirt to the side baring my breasts for all to see. Relocating his mouth, he started lapping my breast before capturing my erect nipple between his teeth. With his free hand he released the buttons keeping my shirt partially closed. With the shirt splayed open, I tried to peek at his fingers working my flowing cunt and driving me crazy, but my view was blocked by a smooth cock sliding across my parted lips. A loud moan escaped.

Suddenly the cock moved away, and someone was blowing in my ear whispering something. I was so enthralled with the finger fucking, I blurted that I wanted cock! The blowing in my ear ceased.

It felt like eternity, but my vagina was vacated for a second while the shorts were being pulled down past my knees and off. Also the shirt was removed sometime during that process. Naked except for my mask I was there to be taken by all.

Now my cunt was being devoured by tongue and a voracious sucking mouth, and my head was being turned to the side so my mouth could be presented with cock.

With my cunt abandoned by tongue, I spread my legs wide to greet anyone's shaft who wanted to experience the warmth of it. I was ecstatic with the banging onslaught I was presented with. I have to confess this wasn't an occasion where I would extend my vagina's muscle control to create more pleasure.

When my first orgasm started I screamed: ""Fuck it, fuck it, fuck it. NO! Fuck Me, fuck me, fuck me!" My wish was granted without hesitation. The gauntlet continued as my cunt was banged and slammed to the hilt with different cadences. It seemed like the participants were organized. The procession started at my mouth then moved between my legs.

Exhausted with my body covered in cum and my orifices vacated, I didn't remember any of the frustration I experienced earlier. My ravaged body was satisfied completely. Rolling off the table, I stood and readjusted my mask. Looking around the room, I smiled at the spent men who were strewn about. Deciding to take a shower before returning to my fiance Richie's apartment, I gathered my sweats and went to the bedroom.

Filling the room with steam, I couldn't see who slid the door open to join me. All I know is that the monster pressing against my ass, and the large hands caressing my slippery breasts was exciting. I turned dropped to my knees, and began sucking on the full ball sack.

Working my mouth up the underside of the thick shaft, I circled it's head with my tongue before opening wide over the top. Wrapping my lips around the head, I continued to take more in with every stoke. When he began thrusting, I let him set the pace.

With one finger gently probing his asshole, he took his time, but finally reached my gag muscles. I wanted to take all of him, so I relaxed and allowed him to push into my throat. He arched just before he flooded me with cum. I gulped and swallowed as fast as I could. The voluminous spurts were more then I could consume, as the shower water washed the excess cum from my face. Still on my knees, he slid the door open and left. I grinned when I was able to make out his black hard ass moving away.

Wrapping myself in a towel I entered the bedroom. Parker was laying on the bed, and my Black Adonis was leaning against the wall. Not saying a word, I leaned my knees against the bottom of the bed, opened the towel wide and dropped it. Naked I crawled like a cat between Parker's legs, sucked his balls, then took his cock into my mouth.

Turning me on my back, he rested his cock on my slit, slid it back and forth, lubricating it with my juices. Gliding his shaft over my belly and between my breasts, he presented the head of his shaft to the inviting entrance of my mouth. Sarcastically, I asked if he wanted to fuck my face? He nodded and I took him in.

As he was driving into my mouth, the Black guy was leaning with his arms crossed watching. Parker looked at him invited him to join us! I felt his hands on my knees, before he spread my legs. Moving between them he pressed his thick cock into my dripping cunt. My body reacted to the fucking two of my orifices were receiving and I exploded over and over.

After they allowed me to repose, I felt insatiable and wanted to try something new, so I asked: "Would you guys double penetrate me?" Parker and his friend looked at each other, shrugged their shoulders then issued wide smiles. As they were rolling me around on the bed trying to figure a position, I interrupted them. One request, "My ass is virgin and his width scares me, I'd like Parker in my ass."

When Keith the Black guy laid on his back, I straddled, looked down, and slowly mounted him. Once I had his prick positioned, I pressed down and he quickly slid in. Explaining again that this was a first for me, I told them to take it slow, since it wasn't specifically for pleasure but to satisfy my curiosity. They both grinned and nodded like boys going into a candy store.

Kneeling next to me, he asked if I'd moisten him? I didn't understand until he glanced down at his semi flaccid shaft. Rolling my eyes, I wrapped my fingers around it, bent over and sucked him deep into my mouth. Removing his now fully lubricated tool, I soon felt it pressing against my sphincter.

With Keith in my cunt, I was constantly adjusting my position while the pressure increased from Parker. It was very uncomfortable, so I tried keeping myself distracted by making out with Keith. When the head of Parker's penis popped in, I slowly rotated my hips to work him deeper into my ass. Finally I had him comfortably in, I stayed still while both guys created a rhythm fucking my holes.

I'm not sure if I couldn't get close to orgasm because our energy levels were low, or that it was my first time. I just can't see it as something I'd be looking forward to in the future. I thanked the guys for the experience, cleaned up, then checked my phone. There was a text from my Richie. It seems he had been home for a couple of hours, and was panicking about not hearing from me. Saying my goodbye's to my new fuck buddies, I picked up the grand on the table, then headed down the hall to my fiance's condo.

When I got there Richie said he was trying to find me and called Uncle Tippy. He laughed as he repeated the story Tippy told him about my performance at the Gentleman's club. I told him it was fun, and I'd tell him more in the morning. I'm sure Tippy didn't mention the blow job I gave him and the driver.

It was ironic that Richie wanted to stop by Parker's apartment on the way to breakfast, to thank him for taking care of me last night. He didn't understand Parker's initial expression of freight. If he only knew his future wife performed at the divorce party.

During the ride to the diner, I wonder if I could be the Surprise Performer at his bachelor party? I think I'll suggest it to Tippy!

THE END