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The air hostess stopped the drinks cart next to me and leaned over and asked, "Can I get you a drink, Ma'am?"
I hated that. She must have easily had ten years on me, so why call me ma'am? Do I look like your fucking mother? I felt like saying.
But putting on my best smile, I said, "Yes, please may I have three bottles of Vodka and a cup of ice?" I responded.
"I'm sorry, Ma'am, but I can only serve one bottle at a time. If you would like another one, you can push your call button just here, and one of our flight attendants will assist you," she said as she handed me the tiny bottle and a napkin, then put the ice in the plastic cup.
The Hostess handed me the cup of ice and a napkin, and I handed her back the empty mini vodka bottle.
She gave me an absolute death stare before handing me another bottle and moving forward with her stupid trolley.
I was in a bad mood and couldn't deal with arrogant people right now; just give the three bottles and fuck off, I wanted to say. But that sort of behavior gets you on a no-fly list nowadays.
I poured the vodka over the ice in my cup and skulled it down. Not sure why I had even bothered. It's not like I was going to sip on it.
I reached into my fake Louis Vuitton handbag; you know the one you buy from the shady guy with the popup store on Venice beach.
Anyway, I pulled out the stupid fancy embossed envelop that was in there and opened it.
More of those stupid dried flowers fell out on my lap; I brushed them onto the floor. And again, I read the invitation inside.
"Cynthia Benson, you are courtly invited to attend the wedding of Mr. Bradly Carter to Miss Juliette Benson on Saturday the 12th of July at Blah, blah blah, I read enough and pushed it back in my bag.
My name is Cindy, you ignorant bitch I said out loud to no one. The man next to me just giving me a rude look.
So here is the deal I'm the black sheep of the family, and when I say black, I mean charcoal black. I dropped out of college my first year running away with my then dead shit boyfriend to LA. With hopes of becoming an actress.
It turns out I wasn't that good at acting, but I am a fantastic stripper, a total exhibitionist, and a complete slut. I love cock, and I love cock in every hole, preferably simultaneously. And I make great money shaking my arse for desperate, miserable married men, fed up with their pathetic married lives.
I haven't spoken to or seen any of my family in six years when I hit the road to California with my Boyfriend in his beat-up Chevy Z28 Camaro.
The arsehole dumped me the first week of arriving in tinsel town, and I have looked out for number one ever since.
So, what's the big deal about my sister getting married? And why was I so angry about it?
For one, I didn't want to see my mother. She is a social-climbing bitch, and two, my sister has her arse so far up her own arse she can give herself head.
My sister and mother both refuse to accept I have legally changed my name to Cindy from that God-awful name my horrible mother gave me, Cynthia. Who calls the child they supposedly love Cynthia?
The only reason I agreed to go was because of my dad. I loved my daddy. He was the most amazing man alive, and I was his little girl.
I was always his favorite, and we had a great relationship. Dad called me and asked me to come, and he was also the one that bought the ticket to fly me back home.
I spoke to my dad every couple of weeks. But, of course, it was our secret, I never understood why my mother was the way she was toward me, but dad loved me so much.
And then there was Juliette, a Princeton Grad with honors, about to marry some stiff rich kid, born with a silver spoon in his mouth.
I wasn't really angry at Juliette. We are only a year and a half apart in age and had been inseparable when we were younger; deep down, I loved her really, it's she is just so fucking uptight.
She needed a good gangbang by some well-hung black guys, just to drop her social level down a notch or two. I imagine it wouldn't be hard to turn my uptight sister into a black cock loving whore like me.
I'm not sure if the feeling is mutual? I would have thought if she actually liked me, she would've asked me the be her matron of honor or even a bridesmaid.
I as I mentioned I hadn't seen any of my family for six years, so I didn't know what to expect. I was just excited to see dad, and that was all. A letter that had arrived with the invitation it said that Bradly's family had arranged for a driver to pick me up from the airport and drive me up to the Hamptons, where the wedding was to take place on the family estate.
Everyone was going up early and spending the whole week in the Hamptons prior to the wedding so the families could get to know each other It was Thursday morning before the wedding, I had no intentions of being there any longer than I had to.
I agreed to go under sufferance because I couldn't say no to dad, and besides, I might be able to whore my ass to some rich kids and make a bit of money on the side.
I pushed the overhead call button and waited for the stuck-up bitch to bring my next bottle of vodka; it never did the lying bitch.
I recovered my suitcase from the carousel and headed for the exit door. I was met by a very smart dressed older Blackman wearing a suit and a chauffeur's cap, holding up my name on a sign.
His smiling face instantly making me feel relaxed and comfortable. You know those nice older men, almost like a favorite uncle when you are a kid.
"Hi, I'm Cindy your here to pick me up," I said to him.
"I'm sorry, Miss, but I'm here to pick up a Miss Cynthia Benson like it says on the Sign," he replied to me, looking back towards the escalators.
"I'm Cynthia Benson. I changed my name to Cindy, and my bitch sister knows that as well!"
The kind-faced old chauffeur asked me, "I'm sorry, Miss, but can I see some identification please because you don't match the photo I have." "Show me the photo you have, please," I asked him. He reached into his suit pocket and pulled out my final year school photo when I had long blonde hair, and I was 18.
"Where the hell did you get that photo from? I said it's eight years old."
Ok, in his defense, I did look completely different. For one, I had Short dark hair with pink and dark burgundy highlights through it.
Plus, I had my tits done about five years ago when I started stripping, so I was now a 36DD, and on my petite 5' 3" frame, they looked ginormous.
But I had great legs and the most perfect around arse on the strip, and I know that because guys paid a lot of money to see it.
Taking my handbag off my shoulder, I put it on the ground and started rummaging through it. When I felt something near my arse, I stood up and spun around.
The driver was holding his cap near my arse.
"What the hell are you doing?" I snapped, thinking he was some sort of pervert.
I'm sorry, Miss, but your dress was not covering anything. I was just covering you up with my cap, that's all.
I instantly felt terrible that I had snapped at him now. How nice was that to try and protect my modesty?
"Oh, you are so lovely. Sorry, I misunderstood your intentions; I thought something else was going on.
I had found what I was looking for and handed it to the driver whose name I didn't know yet.
Handing me back my old college student ID card, he said, "I'm sorry, Miss, but you have to understand I need to make sure because you sure look different from your photo," he said, shaking his head looking at me then the photo again.
'I'm George Miss. Let me get your luggage. The car is right out front."
George opened the door of a black stretched limo for me. I climbed in and immediately poured myself a drink before George had even pulled away from the curb.
It was a two-hour drive to the Hamptons from JFK airport, so I settled in with the very expensive whiskey someone had kindly left me in the limo bar.
We finally arrived at a massive set of wrought iron gates that opened automatically.
The driveway was long and stopped at one of the biggest houses I have ever seen. Of course, there are big houses out in Hollywood, but nothing quite as impressive as this place.
I slid the glass divider down between George and myself and asked him, "George, just how rich are these people?"
"Well, Miss, I normally only stay in the city; they usually bring the helicopter when they travel out here."
George opened my door, and I climbed out. He retrieved my suitcase, as I spotted daddy, and I ran to him, throwing my arms around his neck kissing him.
"Oh God, I've missed you, dad," I said, hugging him
"I have missed you as well, pumpkin," he said. I looked over his shoulder while hugging him and now saw my mother and Juliette, both with scolding faces.
Juliette held hands with some gorgeous looking guy, but I hardly recognized Juliette; she had changed a lot, and not for the better she looked older, again maybe if the bitch smiled a little more.
Dad put me down, and I walked over to my mother. I was about to hug her when she said, "Cynthia, that is a grossly inappropriate dress for such a special occasion. It's your sister's wedding; you aren't dancing at a club now."
I instantly pulled away and said, "My name is Cindy, and you know it, and it's nice to see you as well, mother, NOT."
"Mother, please, Cindy has only just arrived; give her a break, for goodness sake. Hi, sis, it's good to see you. Thanks for coming; it means a lot to me," Juliette said, hugging me tightly.
Juliette pulled away and looked down at my chest, my large tits trying to escape the top of my dress. "Wow, they are new; you barely had boobs when I saw you last," she said.
"Yes, I got them a couple of years ago. They're fantastic, aren't they," I said, squeezing them together.
"Ah yes, well, this is my Fiancé Brad. Brad, this is my baby sister Cindy."
I heard my mother just grunt when She heard Juliette call me Cindy.
It's an absolute pleasure to meet you, Cindy finally. I've heard a lot about you all good, I assure you." He said, smiling with his perfect white teeth.
He held his hand out, but I hugged him, pressing my large, firm tits hard into his chest.
Juliette was coughing trying to announce that's enough hugging, I pulled away, and Brad had a huge smile on his face.
I grabbed daddy's arm, and we all ventured inside the mansion. Holy shit, if the outside was impressive, the inside was out of this world pure opulence.
I was introduced to Brad's mother, Heather. Who, like my mother, gave me a very unapproving look, but she was a stunning lady, clearly having had a lot of work done?
I met a few other people and overheard a few of Brads friends say, is that the stripper sister as we passed by. Thankfully, they backed it up with. She is so fucking hot. One of them remarked Brad is marrying the wrong sister, which made me smile; I turned and winked at them.
Juliette and Brad took me to meet Brad's dad. He had his back to us as we entered the library, and when he turned to face us, a huge smile spread across my face while Charles face dropped with an almost panicked look.
"Father, this is Cindy. Juliette's sister from California, Cindy, this is my father Charles Carter," Brad said to his panicking father.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Cindy. And welcome to our home. I trust you will find everything you need to make your stay pleasurable," He said.
"Oh Charles, I'm sure it's going to be a very pleasurable stay now," I said, winking at him. Juliette and Bradly giving us both a quizzical look.
"I'll take you up to your room Cindy," Juliette said, taking my arm. I looked back over my shoulder and said, "I sure hope to see you later, Charles."
Again, causing a rather stressed look on his face. As we walked up the staircase, Juliette asked, "Do you know Charles or something? You both very familiar with each other."
"No, of course not; how would I know him? I live on the other side of the country."
The truth was I did know Charles and intimately. Around a months ago, my roommate and fellow stripper Jasmin, who also works as a high-end escort, needed a second girl to help her with an executive party she was to work at and asked me to join her.
I don't usually do that but sort of thing as the guys are usually small dicked, married drunks, but she offered me $5000, so I agreed.
Well, Charles was the client, and let me just say not only is his cock the most glorious thing, I have had the pleasure of fucking in every orifice, but he was also one of the best lovers I have ever had.
So good I could barely walk after I ended up spending the entire week in his penthouse apartment, with him abusing all my holes daily.
He was a great tipper. I was expected to spend the night with him, and he tipped me $10,000. I had never made that much money in one night in my life, but the sex was so good I ended up staying the week. It was a very fortuitous week for me, earning in a week I would earn in six months.
"Why don't you freshen up a little and come downstairs when you are ready? We will be having drinks around 5:00 pm and then dinner around 07:00 pm. Oh, and sis, it's semi-formal, so that dress isn't appropriate tonight," Juliette said as she closed the door behind her.
I decided to take a shower in the bathroom that was as big as my apartment.
I had just taken off my dress and was now standing in a tiny lace thong and heels when there was a light knock on the door.
"Who is it," I said. "It's me, Charles. We need to talk," he said. "Come in."
Charles entered the room, his mouth dropping open, "for Christ sakes, Cindy, put some fucking clothes on what if someone sees us."
I looked around the room, "no one in here except us, Chuck, but I suggest you shut the door unless you do want someone to see."
"Cindy, this is a very awkward situation, I'm in here," he said as I walked up to him.
I put my arms around his neck and kissed him. He struggled for around 5 seconds and then he let me push my tongue into his open mouth.
He wrapped his arms around my waist. And I jump up, wrapping my legs around him as we kissed, a hot dirty kiss.
He walked around until we fell on the bed in a wild embrace.
He broke away from me, "Cindy, please, we can't. If I get caught, it would be a disaster. We have to control ourselves."
I reached down and up zipped his shorts. Then, reaching in, I grabbed his big nine-inch cock and pulled it out.
And began to stroke it before sliding off the bed onto my knees.
"Cindy, please, you know we can't, not here, not like this. OH, MY FUCKING GOOOOOOOD OHHHHHHHH FUUUUUCK.'
Was all he said after I swallowed his rapidly hardening dick. I have a talent.
I don't have a gag reflex and can swallow a man's cock to his balls no matter the size, and not even bat an eyelid.
I started bobbing my head up and down on his cock with enthusiasm. I made it extra sloppy and slurped and sucked, making lots of throat saliva and obscene slurping noises.
I started massaging his balls with my hand, rolling them around in the palm of my hand while face fucking him.
"Fucking Jesus Christ Cindy, Ohhhhhh Fuuuuck me you are such a great little cocksucker. Fuuuuuck if you keep that up, I going to CUUUUUM, OOOOHHHHHH GOOOOOOOD FUUUUUCK."
Charles unloaded his jizz down my throat. I swallowed every drop and continued sucking him until his cock started to go flaccid in my mouth.
"Fucking Christ, Cindy, this is precisely what I was trying to say. We can't do that, this week you have to be good while you're here in my house, with my family around."
"Oh, Chuck, we are going to be family soon, so why don't you be a good daddy and fuck me with that beautiful cock."
Charles got off of the bed; he leant down and put one hand around my throat and squeezed it tightly, cutting off my airway and then the other hand reached down and ripped my panties off my body.
"If I remember rightly, it takes a bit of discipline for you to do as you are told," he said, slapping me across the face.
Charles pulled me from the bed by the throat and jammed my face against his cock. "Now you do as your told, do you understand. And suck my cock like the filthy whore you are."
Hmmmmm, Chuck remembered perfectly that I respond much better when I'm being treated like a worthless whore.
He grabbed a handful of hair and used my mouth like a flesh light.
Slamming my mouth down onto him and holding me there, trying to choke me with his glorious cock.
Once he was hard again, he dragged me by the hair into the bathroom. Then, kicking the door shut, he locked it and turned on the shower. "We don't want that nosey fucking sister or that God awful mother of yours interrupting us, now do we," he said before pushing me face-first against the marble countertop.
He kicked my legs apart and jammed two of his large fat fingers into my cunt, thrusting them in hard, his knuckles punching my clit on each thrust. If he kept that up, I was going to cum and fucking hard as well.
"You know Cindy, all the women in your family are worthless whore's, don't you?
Your mother just needs a damn good cock in her to loosen her up a bit, and Your sister, fuck, only knows what my son see's in her. She's a fucking frigid bitch.
You are the only one that knows her worth, and that's on the end of a hard cock being fucked like the cock slut you are.
"Oh, Chuck, you remembered I love dirty talk. You, fucking beautiful stud, stop playing around and fuck me like the filthy whore you know I am, own my cunt and arse again."
Charles's hand pressed my head hard against the cold marble; my tits squashed under my body; my nipples rock hard from the excitement of his rough play.
It had taken a few days to convince Charles I liked it rough and liked begin abused while having sex, and by the end of the week, I remember I had bruises on my throat, tits, arse and around my well-used cunt.
Charles ran his cock through my soaking wet cunt lips getting it wet. Then, he moved his hand across my mouth, and I knew what was coming. 'He lined his cock up with my arsehole and shoved it in. All nine inches forcing their way into the depths of my bowel.
I screamed out in pain it felt like I was being impaled on a wooden stake.
The pain was instant, as was the orgasm; it produced. Cum gushing from my cunt, spraying the floor Beneath me.
It felt like he had shoved a burning hot iron up my rectum. The searing, burning pain was almost unbearable, but it felt so fucking good.
Charles didn't even stop for a second as he pulled back and jammed his monster cock into my arse over and over, each time cum gushing from me.
With his spare hand, he bought it down across my arse cheek brutally hard. I cried out in pain from the sting of his hand.
Again, he slapped me so hard it made my entire body shake. I was having one giant rolling orgasm now.
The pain of his cock tearing my arse apart and the sting on my fragile skin from his large hands, was turning my cunt into a broken faucet.
Charles wasn't holding back. He wanted me to know he was serious and in charge, and I fucking loved him for it.
Each thrust was now lifting my feet from the ground and my head against the mirror wall in front of me.
"You are a worthless fucking whore. You are nothing but a receptacle for men's cum, and that's all. I have owned dogs with more worth than you, you filthy fucking bitchhhhhhh."
Charles released my neck, pulled his cock out of my arse, he dragged me from the sink by my hair.
Spinning me around, he shoved his cock down my throat and again unleashed a torrent of jizz.
His cock smelt and tasted pungent from being in my bowel. I could taste the sour bitterness of my arse as I sucked and licked his cock clean.
I fucking love this man. He knew exactly how I liked to be treated during sex. Like a fucking whore he was one of the few men I had met that didn't hold back anything when he fucked me.
There is something about being degraded and abused sexually-that just turns me into a complete cock hungry slut.
The worse I am treated, the more, and harder I cum.
"Charles took me in his arms and hugged me tightly. Cindy, you know you are one in a million, don't you? I could get used to having you around, just not in my house,"
"Yes, you better get out of here before someone starts looking for you," I said, about to push him out the bathroom door so I could take a shower.
"Cynthia, are you in there? I'm coming in." We heard my mother yell out.
The doorknob rattled, and Charles went into panic mode. Then, putting his finger up to his lips to tell me to stay quiet.
Cynthia, why is this door locked? I'm not leaving until you come out. We need to talk about how you are to behave this week.
I whispered to Charles. I'm going to behave badly, like the whore slut I am. I'm going fuck the owner of the house, his son and probably the entire bridal party."
"Really? You are planning on fucking Bradly before he marries your sister, he whispered back to me."
"Why not? He has a cock, doesn't he?"
"I'm in the God damn shower, mother; what do you want?" I yelled back to her.
"Don't use that tone with me, young lady. I'll wait until you are finished."
"Oh fuck," Charles whispered to me.
"You stay here. I'll get rid of her."
I quickly stepped under the cold water, running in the shower, and froze my butt off, to get my hair wet.
I turned the water off, and Charles crouched behind the sink counter. As he was naked from the waist down, hopefully, mother hadn't seen his shorts next to the bed.
I wrapped a towel around my head. Then, unlocking the door, I pulled it open and walked out into the bedroom, shutting the door behind me.
For fuck sake, mother, can't I get five minutes to myself without you barging in making demands? We haven't seen each other for six fucking years, and you want to tell me what to do.
Mother just stared at me as I walked out naked, my big new boobs swinging freely almost in her face as I pushed past her.
Don't speak like that. I'm still your mother; show me some respect and put some damn clothes on. What if your father had been in here with me?
"Then he would have got to see his beautiful daughters' new tits," I said as I squeezed them together and shook them, trying to make her feel uncomfortable enough to leave.
"I will show you respect when you show me some. You know damn well I changed my name to Cindy, but you still insist on calling me Cynthia!"
"Just leave mum, ok I can't deal with your sanctimonious bullshit right now."
"Look, Cindy." Mother said through gritted teeth, "This is a very well to do family, and Juliette has done very well to get in here by marrying Bradly, and I don't want you to mess it up for her."
"Oh, Jesus fucking Christ mother, will you give it a rest if you didn't want me here. Why did I get an invite?"
"Because your father refused to come if Juliette and I didn't invite you. So, you can thank your father, you always were his favourite.
She said, storming off out the bedroom door. I was just about to give Charles the all-clear when Bradly stuck his head in the doorway, Cindy you haven't. Oh my, I'm so sorry I didn't know you were naked. I saw your mother come out, I thought."
"What, you thought your father might be in here as well, Brad?"
"No, I just, well I'm, sorry," he said as he closed the door and left.
"Ok, Chuck, the coast is clear. You can come out now."
"Was that Bradly's voice I just heard?" Charles asked as he crept out from the bathroom, making sure the coast was clear.
"Yeah, the little perv stuck his head in looking for you. Got more than he bargained for, though, because I was naked. I'm sure he is going to be comparing me to Juliette for a little while to come," I said, laughing.
"Cindy, this isn't a joke. We nearly got caught. We can't do this again ok," Charles said, pulling his shorts back on and heading for the door.
Finally, I thought. And headed to the bathroom for my shower. I dressed in a more suitable dress well longer anyway.
It still didn't cover much more than my nipples, gave plenty of side boob and deep cleavage viewing opportunities.
It was a long white gown with a halter neck and two thin lengths of material stretched tight over my nipples, which are rock hard all the time since having my boob job done.
The thin strips of material extended to my waist, and then the dress flared out to my feet with a split on either side, almost up to my pussy.
Leaning forward caused the two strips of material to bunch up and my boobs to fall out. And sitting cause my pussy to be exposed, so it was perfect; for the intentions I had planned for it, I wanted some cock action, and this dress always had me getting spit-roasted on two beautiful cocks.
I walked downstairs, where there were quite a few people milling around.
I was instantly turned on as I felt every pair of eyes on me. My pussy began to leak down my legs. I probably should have put panties on, I thought to soak all this wetness up.
I'm a true exhibitionist and love it when people see me naked. It's why I love stripping because I love to be watched.
Nothing makes me wetter than men drooling and women gasping in shock, so I was in my element.
I noticed everyone was heading through the house out into the back garden.
Again, every pair of eyes was watching my every step.
I had a pair of my stripper heels on, which made my tits sway from side to side as I walked. I'm sure every guy there was hoping I was going to have a wardrobe malfunction.
Spotting the bar, I headed straight for it, desperate for an alcoholic beverage.
An incredibly handsome Latino barman asked me what I would like. "Your cock in one of my three holes or all of them if you wish later on, but first, you better get me a drink."
"She will have what I'm having and make it two," Aunt Milli said, placing her empty glass on the bar and holding her arms out to me.
"Oh my God, Milli, I'm so glad you are here," I Said, hugging her tightly.
We hugged and kissed, and I held her tight. A tear ran down my cheek as I was so glad to see her.
"Well, aren't you a sight for sore eyes? I don't know what they have been feeding you out there in California, but I would like the recipe if it makes your tits grow this big," she said, cupping both my boobs in her hands and giggling them.
"Oh, I have missed you, aunt Milli; it's been too long between visits."
"Yes, it has, but I'm glad you came. Now I'm not the only one here inappropriately dressed," she said
"What? Why are you dressed inappropriately? You look lovely," who said you didn't?
"Well, your mother simply rolled her eyes and shook her head when she saw me, so I assumed what I was wearing was not to her standard."
Aunt Milli was quite the eccentric older sister of my mother, and she is relatively wealthy in her own right and lives in a huge top floor apartment in the Upper Eastside. She married into money but made her own way in the world as an author.
She has circumnavigated the globe twice in a yacht with her now-deceased husband.
They have visited countless countries and were both avid adventurers and mountain climbers.
Uncle Burt dying in an accident on the summit of Mt Everest, where he remains till today. It was after his death that Aunt Milli's mental health declined. Not that she is mental, but she is a much different person than she was. I genuinely believe Uncle Burt had been her soul mate.
I looked her up and down and realized that maybe she was a little bit inappropriately dressed. She had on a 1920's flapper dress, black seamed sheer stocking. And a rather ornate fascinator hat on better suited to Kentucky Derby than this event. But she looks simply gorgeous; she always did; she was aunt Milli after all.
"Well, Milli, I'm sure she won't approve of my dress either if that makes you feel any better,"
We took our Martini glasses and toasted to being the black sheep of the family.
Looking around, I saw plenty of guys I would have fucked on the spot, but I only wanted one cock in me tonight, and it was Charles's, or maybe this bartender, I thought, giving him another look over, he smiled seductively at me with his pearly white teeth.
Mother steered very clear of me, more out of embarrassment, I think, than anything else, but I had a great catch up with dad.
And Bradly apologies profusely to me, begging me not to tell Juliette about walking in on me naked.
Not that I would have. But I did meet one very interesting gentleman by the name of Thomas.
Thomas was Bradly's best friend and Best man at the wedding. I was having a drink at the bar when he came over to talk to me.
"Hi, I'm Thomas. Brad's best man, and you are Cindy, Juliette's sister from California, is that correct?"
"Get to the point, Tom; what do you want?"
I could tell the preppy boy didn't like being called Tom, and he also wasn't expecting my straight-shooting response.
"Ok, I can tell you aren't the sort of woman that likes to beat around the bush, so I will come straight to the point.
Brad tells me you are a professional dancer."
"I'm a stripper, Tom. Ballerinas are professional dancers. What's your point? You are interrupting me chatting up the hot barman," I said, making a point I was more interested in the hired help than I was talking to him.
"Ok, I'm hosting Brad's Batchelor party tomorrow night, and the entertainment I hired has just pulled out. And as you can imagine, they aren't easy to come by out here."
"$10,000, Tom, have the money to me by tomorrow lunch. Or you're on your own," I said, turning around and took hold of the barman's hand and battered my eyelashes at him.
"What? $10,000, are you mad? No stripper is worth that much money. Juliette said, you were crazy; now I understand why," he said, turning to walk off.
I grabbed him by the shirt and spun him around. "What did you just say to me?" For a college boy, you sure as shit are fucking stupid. You have just come over here and asked me to be a last-minute fill-in stripper for essentially my brother-in-law bucks party. Think about that for a minute, stupid. He is marrying my sister on Saturday, and you want me to suck and fuck him the night before his wedding to MY SISTER."
"Tom gave me the stupidest look before saying, "oh, I never thought about that."
"And to top it off. You insulted me by saying my sister said I was crazy,"
"Hey, it wasn't an insult. I was just repeating what she had said, that's all."
Come to think about it; she hadn't spoken to me all night; she avoided me like my mother. The only people that had really spoken to me were Milli and my dad.
If bitchy sister was going to be like that to me at her wedding, I'd do one better.
"Alright, Tom, I tell you what, I'll do it. You Pay me what you were going to pay the other stripper. Plus, a $1000 for anyone that wants to fuck me on the night. I'll fuck Bradly for free.
Tom looked at me and said, "Are you serious? So, you will do it, wait; you are going to fuck Brad?"
"God damn right, I am. The groomsman always gets to ride me when I strip at a buck show. Usually, it would cost you $2000, but because My sister is being very cunty to me, I'll do it for free."
"Thank you! You saved my arse,"
"Oh, and Tom tell all your friends I take cash only no credit cards," I once again turned and went back to the barman.
I was around six drinks in and feeling no pain when they announced dinner was being served. Instantly people began to head towards the long tables of food being laid out. I grabbed a sexy little Latino waitress and said, look after the bar for a minute. Pedro here needs a toilet break.
I grabbed the barman, and no, I have no idea what his name was, and I didn't care, but it wasn't Pedro. So, I dragged him around the side of the marquee that had been set up for Saturday. I flipped my dress over my back and stuck my arse up in the air at him.
He got the hint and had his trousers around his ankle in lighting speed, I was in desperate need of some hard cock, and my cunt had been gushing for the last three hours. He required no lubrication, and I felt his cock slide into me before he began to thrust in and out of me.
I was a little disappointed. But to be honest, it's a shame when someone so pretty just isn't packing the heat, I needed to quench my thirst for cock.
But we were here now, and he was fucking me like a Jackhammer. So, I might as well let him finish in me.
To top it off, he was a one minute wonder; I felt him thrust into me hard one last time, emptying his ball into my very disappointed snatch before his limp little cock flopped out of my cunt, his cock already flaccid.
He was very appreciative and was thanking me in Spanish. I put a stop to his courtship when he tried to kiss me. I put my hand up and said, "Ok, you had your fun, but I don't want to marry you, and I walked off back to the main event and another drink to drown my sorrow.
I grabbed a plate of food long after everyone else had finished and then went and found aunt Millie to sit with; as I walked over to her Pedro's cum, it was starting to run down my leg and was a very uncomfortable feeling.
Putting my plate down next to Aunt Millie, I said, "I need to go to the bathroom. I will be back in a minute. So, I walked back inside the house and found a bathroom. I had probably walked past six of the damn things the place was so big.
I went to shut the door, but a foot stopped it from closing; looking up, a huge smile spread across my face.
"Thank fucking Christ, Chuck, I need your big cock in me desperately," I said, pulling him into the bathroom and shutting the door.
"We have to be quick, Cindy, you cock teasing bitch walking around here dressed like that. Every man here wants to fuck the shit out of you."
"Good because the cock I just had in me barely touched the sides, and I desperate to have my sloppy cunt filled especially by your beautiful cock."
Charles grabbed a hand full of my hair and dragged me down to my knees in front of him.
"Hurry up cunt. I need you to be quick," he said, slapping me hard across the face for taking too long to get his cock out.
Wrapping his hand in my long hair, he pushed my face onto his semi-hard cock, using my mouth like a flesh light. Then, with his cock now hard, he pulled me up by the hair and spun me around.
Charles bent me over pulled his pants down to his ankles, flipping my dress up; he fucked me hard, fast, and violently, slamming his cock into me, making me squeal like a pig. He had me by the hair, pulling my head back, tongue fucking my face as he slammed his big cock into me.
Charles really fucked me hard this time. Like he was on a mission. Chuck was cunt punching me so hard with his cock it hurt, which only aroused me more. I was just on the brink of an orgasm when he pulled out, spun me around and unleashed his massive load all over my face.
"Hurry up, suck my cock clean, slut." I willingly sucked his cock clean as it began to deflate. He looked down at me. Cum dripping from my nose, chin, and eyelids; I even had some in my hair.
"Tidy yourself up Cindy you look like a God damn whore; you already look like a cheap streetwalker. I don't want you out there with my family and friends looking like a complete cum slut."
"Oh Chuck, you say the nicest thing; you really know how to romance a girl. I was nearly ready to cum; you prick. When you pulled out now what, am I going to do?"
"You know I think you're amazing, Cindy. I'm serious; we will talk before you head back to LA. I want to keep you around; no woman lets me do what you do. I love you, gorgeous," he said before slipping out the door.
Charles was indeed one of the few men over the years I had fucked longer than one night that made me weak at the knees. We both love the degrading abusive sex. I loved when he hurt me, and he loved that I liked him doing it.
I started to clean myself up; I wiped my face with a towel, but it had smudged my make-up; in fact, he was right. I looked in the mirror, and my face now looked like a street whore cum slut.
I needed to re-apply my make-up, so I headed back upstairs to my room. As I was passing one of the other bedrooms, I heard the distinct sound of someone being pleasured. The door was closed but not latched, so I gently opened it enough to peek in.
You wouldn't believe what I saw. Laying back on the bed with her legs spread, wearing suspenders and stocking her dress bunched up around her waist, was Charles's wife, Heather, the man between her legs giving her pussy a damn good licking was none other than best man Tom.
It would seem this was not a new or a one of encounter, and I assumed it had been going on for a while.
Heather was moaning like a cat on heat as Tom fucked her cunt with his tongue. Heather had hold of his hair and pushed his face down into her cunt, giving her complete control of the situation.
As well as being a rampant exhibitionist was also an avid Voyeur. I pulled my dress to the side and began to finger myself. First, rubbing my fingers over my clit then slipping three fingers deep into my burning wet hole. I needed to cum, and I needed it bad. I had been left hanging by two cocks now.
Fuck it, I thought. Opening the door and strutting into the room swinging the door shut as I walked through it. Heather squealing as she tried to cover up. Tom went scrambling around muttering and genuinely being a complete waste of air space in panic.
"Relax, Heather. I'm not here to ruin your little party. I'm here for some of this lovely action. Now, why don't you lay back down and let an expert take care of that lovely looking pussy you have there."
Heather was still extremely freaked out and tried to come up with an excuse for her lousy mommy behavior. I put my finger up to my lips and ssssssshhhhhhh her quiet.
I then gently pushed her back onto her back before pushing her legs open and eating her the way she deserved to have that cunt munched.
"Tom, don't just sit and there staring. I've got a cunt that needs to be fuck so get that pecker out of your pants and start fucking with it.
I went to town on Heathers pussy, and if I do say, so it was a delightful pussy indeed. Pleasant tasting and very attractive to boot, but I sure it had, had some work done on it, probably an attempt to keep old Chucks cock in her instead of everyone else's cunt.
The problem was, I'm sure Chuck couldn't treat lovely Heather here like the fuck, slut, pig he treats me. So, I provided a service for him just like frat boy Tom here offered a service for Heather.
I was sucking on Heathers clit, putting her on the boil, hoping like hell she was a squirter. I wanted to taste this refined old dame's girly juice. Just as I had that thought. I lurched forward into Heather cunt face first. Jesus, fuck, I thought as I turned to see Tom now plowing my dripping wet cunt with a monster of a cock easily matching Charles in length, maybe a bit smaller in circumference.
"You crafty old bitch," I said to Heather before going back to pussy town on her. "He's a perfect replacement for Chuck," I said. And then immediately regretting having realized it was his wife I was talking to.
I must have had a shocked and worried look on my face because Heather simply said, "It's alright, dear I'm well aware of my husband's indiscretions. He has been fucking young women from, I assume, our wedding day."
"I learnt just recently he had fucked my matron of honor on our wedding day. She had confessed to me before dying recently from cancer. So, go back to what you were doing as you were doing a splendid job, and we will talk about it later."
I munched down on Heathers mature cunt while her tomboy Tom railed me from behind. In a matter of minutes, I had the old bag withering around on the bed Cumming in my mouth. Tom was doing a great job as well, and he had me close to climax.
Having cum, Heather got out from under me and spun around. I let her slide back in under me in the sixty-nine position and immediately felt her tonguing my swollen clit. It was the push I needed, and I started to cum violently, quickly pulling away from Tom and sitting squarely on Heather's mouth as my orgasm hit.
I filled her pretty mature mouth with pussy juice and Latino's cum as it gushed out of me, finally getting some much-needed pussy relief.
I climbed from Heathers face, Heather got up from the bed, "Tom you can go now if I need your services later, I will come find you."
Tom pulled up his pants and scurried out of the room, "Wow impressive, how long has he been your pet?" I asked Heather as she slid the material covering my nipple away and bent down and sucked my hard nipple.
"Tom, since the day he turned eighteen I think I fucked him on his eighteenth birthday as his present," but I'm much more interested in you Cindy. Before today I had never been with a woman, it never really appealed to me. But you, intrigue me I can see you're special. How did you meet my husband," she said before lowering her head to my nipple again and sliding three fingers into my sopping wet cunt?
"I was hired to entertain at a party one night in LA and I met your husband there. He fucked the shit out of me and for the next week." "Hmmm, I see, he does have a magnificent cock doesn't he, it's why I married him and the money of course that helped. Cindy I would like you to lay down I want to taste you properly as it's my first time with a woman."
I laid back on the bed and spread my legs open Heather didn't even hesitate as she lowered her head and began munching on my cunt.
"Oh, fuck Heather are you sure I'm your first, you have a natural talent for eating pussy honey."
Looking up at me her face covered in cunt juice she said, if I had known it tasted this good, I would have been eating cunt much sooner." Then she buried her face in me again eating me to a quick climax.
When I had finished Cumming in her mouth once again, we kissed tongue fucking each other's mouths. "My goodness you are a naughty mommy, aren't you? Now I have fucked you, your husband I'll let you know I'm intending to fuck your son tomorrow night at his buck's party. Do you have any other children I should know about?" I asked Heather.
"You are going to fuck Bradly tomorrow night at his bucks party, hardly very ethical given he is marrying your sister the next day," Heather said to me.
"My sister is a cunt and she has made it very clear to me that she doesn't care for me so all's fair in love and war, I say."
"I see, well I do have a daughter Clarissa, she has just turned twenty she's my youngest, I think she is very attractive she is one of your sisters bridesmaid actually, but good luck with that one dear I thing she is still a virgin very shy young girl."
"You might be the perfect person to bring her out of her shell. She nothing like the rest of the family definitely nothing like me, now we better get back before we are missed. Can we do this again before you leave, I thoroughly enjoyed it."
"Most definitely Heather and the pleasure was all mine, I can assure you."
We quickly stopped in her bathroom and re-applied our make-up before we both headed back to the party outside. Poor old Charles nearly had a heart attack as he seen me and Heather walking down the rear steps onto the lawn arm in arm like old friends.
I head back over to Aunt Milli, my plate having been cleared away already, "what happened to my dinner Aunt Milli?"
"Oh, you were gone such a long time they took it when cleaning up, where have you been dear?"
"Damn I'm hungry. I've been getting acquainted with the grooms mother Heather, she is much nicer than my mother, my mother is a bitch."
"You know you and your mother are very much alike, I see so many similarities between you both."
"Please don't insult me Milli we are nothing alike she is a stuck-up frigid bitch."
"It might surprise you to know your mother is, well was a complete slut like you and I mean a down right dirty filthy whore, I don't think there was a cock at school that hadn't fucked your mother at some time or another."
"I almost fell of my chair with Milli's revelation, "You can't be serious Milli not my mother she is good miss two shoes, you are joking right?"
"Not at all dear, you might as well know, I guess. Do you know why you are your fathers favorite and your mother is so bitter at you?" "No why?"
"Because your father isn't your sisters' father, her daddy could have been any one of the thirty school football team players. When they won the championship, your mother fucked and sucked every player at a private party."
"Get fucked, no fucking way Milli surely you are making this up."
"Not at all my dear, your father loves you because he knows you are his and not from the gangbangs your mother used to participate in while they dated at school. When she had gotten pregnant with Juliette, your father hadn't even had sex with her yet. When she found out she was pregnant she insisted your father, fuck her, he wanted to wait until after they were married. But then suddenly she was pregnant, but he knew it wasn't his, but he married her any way.
"Holy fucking dogs balls Aunt Milli you have just blown my mind I will never look at her the same way again."
"Your father is a saint, a good man. When you came along your mother became jealous of you, your father did everything for you and was much less attentive of Juliette."
"I don't blame him he was raising God knows whose baby, so just how much of a slut was my mother then?" I asked Milli.
I know for a fact when she turned eighteen in her senior year there wasn't a male faculty member at our school that hadn't fucked her, she was the principal prize pet he fucked her daily. You don't think she was a straight A student because she had brains, she was trying sleep her way into Harvard, but then she got pregnant and became the miserable, bitter, twist woman you see today."
"Aunt Milli I don't know why are telling me this now but thank you I love you; you are the best. But now, I have something's to plan, I will see you tomorrow, again thank you so much for telling me that story."
"You are welcome dear, I can see how my sister treats you, it's not right, I love you to darling."
I went to find Tom, but ran into Juliette, "Thank you for upstaging me tonight Cindy, you couldn't find anything less revealing or provocative to wear. This is my weekend not yours can you please tone down your outfits, you're the only thing people are talking about."
"Oh, boo fucking hoo, Juliette why don't you go find you future husband and fuck him you sound like a whining little bitch that needs a good hard cock in her."
Juliette slapped me hard across the face.
"Really Juliette, all that did was turn me on. You might have made my pussy gush into my panties if I was wearing any, now if you'll excuse me, half-sister I have to find someone."
"You are such a dirty slut Cindy. I regret inviting you now, wait what did you just say."
"I maybe a slut but I don't even come close to being as bigger one as our mother," I said walking off
"What, is that even supposed to mean you idiot," she screamed at me, making everyone around us look.
I stopped turned around and pulled my tits out, embarrassing her even further before walking off.
"I hate you,"
"That's not new news Juliette," I yelled back over my shoulder, flipping her the bird.
I eventually found Tom, with some of his dorky friends, the same ones that would hopefully be plowing my cunt, arse, and mouth tomorrow night, at the buck's party.
I grabbed him by the arm and dragged him away.
"Tom I need someone to take photos tomorrow night normally I ban phones during my show but I need you or someone else to take as many photos and video's as they want, but only one person and I get them after the show, do that and I will let you finish fucking me later tonight, do you know where my room is?"
"Are you serious, right now?"
"Yeah, can you organize that for me?"
"Yeah sure, what time should I come up to your room?"
"I'll let you know when I'm going to bed, but first point out Clarissa, Bradly's sister to me."
Tom looked around the sparse lawn area before pointing out a very plain young brunette sitting over at a table on her own."
"Why do you want to find Clarissa, she is a real nerd a complete nobody, why do you think she is over there on her own."
"Well you're a complete arsehole and if you didn't have that lovely cock you wouldn't have any friends either, so I'm sure she has something going for her as well.
I went over and sat down next to Clarissa, Hi I'm Cindy you must be Bradly's sister Clarissa, right?"
"Yeah, I guess so, what do you want?"
"I don't want anything I saw you sitting over here alone, and no one here wants to talk to me so I thought we could at least talk to each other."
"Ok, but I got told to stay away from you, that you were a bad influence."
"Surprise, surprise let me guess was it my cunty sister Juliette?"
"Oh my God did you just say what I think you said?"
"If you mean cunt then yep, I did, it seems to be the most appropriate word to describe both my sister and mother at the moment, I'm not very fond of either of them right now."
"I can understand that I'm not looking forward to her being my sister-in-law, she isn't particularly nice to me, but you don't seem anything like her."
"That's because I'm nothing like her. She is a stuck-up bitch that needs a good fuck and clearly your brother isn't providing it."
"Bahahaha, your funny, I don't think you like my family very much."
"On the contrary I like you father and mother very much indeed and feel very close to them both, I'm going to try and get to know your brother tomorrow night, and if you will let me I would really like to get to know you tonight. You're a very beautiful young lady."
Put it this way I could see she had potential, if you got rid of the ponytail the glasses and put some make up on her, changed her clothes. Ok she was plain a white painted wall, but I could work on her make her look hot. In fact, that's exactly what I was going to do.
"Look Cindy it was nice of you to come over here and make some sort of effort more than likely at the request from my mother, but I know I'm ugly. You can drop the act I don't need your pity."
"Wow, ouch, that hurt. No one told me to come over here, I seen you alone and I didn't like the rest of the bridal party was being so fucking rude and not involving you in anything. You are a bridesmaid aren't you."
"Well yeah. But only because my mum pushed the point to Juliette to include me. But I overheard her telling the other bridesmaids that I was going to ruin all of her wedding photos because I'm so ugly."
That fucking cow I thought, fuck her and her stuck-up bitchy friends, "Clarissa how would you like to get my sister back and make her eat her fucking disgusting words."
"I suppose but how?"
"Come with me, and I will change your life forever. Are you willing to be transformed into a goddess that all those skanky fucking bitches will be jealous of, and all their boyfriends will be throwing themselves at you?"
"You are either joking or you are crazy Cindy I will never be any of those things."
"Are you willing to trust me and at least let me give it a try?"
"Sure, I guess so yeah."
"Lesson one, be more assertive be dominant unless of course it's in a sexual sort of way then. Oh, never mind. Be assertive when you talk to someone head up shoulders back no slouching and be honest and straight forward, that will get you a long way, the rest we will work on. Now come on let's go."
I escorted Clarissa up to my room, if it's one thing I have learn being a stripper and general whore is how to do makeup I'm a goddess at transforming ordinary into extraordinary.
"First things first Clarissa what in Gods name are you wearing it resembles a circus tent more than it does a dress, get it off."
"What? You want me to get undressed here in front of you, no sorry I can't do that."
"And just why the fuck not? We are both women, what's wrong with you? Here I will go first.
I unclasped the halter neck on my dress and let the material covering my tits drop before stepping out of my dress. I now stood naked other than my stripper heels in front of Clarissa.
She gasped before turning around, "Oh my God I can't believe you just stripped naked in front of me," she said.
"I'm a stripper it's what I do for a living, so no big deal its just a naked body. Come on take that dress off."
I grabbed the bottom of it and lifted it over her head before she could protest.
Looking at her underwear I almost burst out laughing, "what the actual fuck are you wearing did you raid your granny's underwear draw. You are a twenty-year-old girl. Why in the fuck are you wearing those big things?
"Shut up!" she said putting her face in her hands.
I ripped her massive granny panties down her legs and was super impressed, this girl had the most gorgeous arse and the longest legs.
"Stop it I don't want you to see me naked no one has ever seen me naked."
"Why the fuck not Clarissa you have a body a stripper would die for, holy shit. If your daddy wasn't rich you could make it as a stripper or high-end escort with a booty and legs like that, come on take of that massive bra off and turn around."
"You are embarrassing me, you don't mean any of that, you are just going to be awful to me and tease me like Juliette does all the time," Clarissa said almost crying.
Turning her around I pulled her into me and hugged her tight, whispering in her ear, "I promise you one thing I will never make fun of you and We will make my sister pay for being a horrible bitch to you."
"Ok, but how will we do that?"
"Just forget every negative thing you have ever been told by anyone and trust me."
I turned her back around and unclasping the massive 6 hook bra she had on I slid the straps down her arms, and it fell to the floor.
"Ok turn around let me take a look at the front of you."
Clarissa placed her arms at her side and slowly turned around.
"You fucking bitch!", I said. "Do you know how much I paid for these tits." Squeezing them together to emphasize them.
"And yours are 100 times better than mine, naturally. Trust me when I say this in all the years I have worked as a stripper they are the best tit's I have ever seen, and I've seen a lot."
"Seriously, they aren't horrible, they really annoy me sometimes, as they are big and heavy and I have to wear padded bras or put tape over my nipples because they always stick out in everything I wear," she said surprised how impressed I was with her tits.
"I'm serious they are the fattest, most suckable nipples I have ever seen. Are you sure you aren't breast feeding a secret baby because that what they look like, they are perfect? But that seventies porn bush has to go."
It was time to move things along with Clarissa I didn't have much time and I had a lot to do besides I wanted her eating my pussy tonight, and I may be eat her out while Tom fucked me with his big cock from behind.
I would share her with Chuck but that's a little taboo even for this twisted family. But I had a feeling I was going to like this new pet.
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