They all want me and my juicy cunt. They want me naked and writhing in their beds, on their laps, licking their dicks harder than they've ever thought possible. They want me sliding around on their faces, letting them lick up my juices. They want me on my knees, dressed only in heels, letting them cum on my beautiful tits.
Tonight, it's only going to happen in their dreams.
Tonight, the only one I'm cumming for is Anne, and I'm close.
"Look how wet my dirty girl is," Anne comments, pumping the dildo in me faster.
I moan loudly and look up at Tony. One of his hands is in my hair again. The other is rubbing his cock. It's hard and alert and it wants me.
It needs me.
And for a brief second, I need it, too.
I lick my lips, preparing myself for the orgasm that's about to envelop me. My entire body feels warm and flushed. I'm not sure if it's from arousal or embarrassment or both, but right now I don't even care. I just care about getting my release.
Anne reaches forward and presses two wet fingers against my clit, flicking and rubbing it softly, pushing me over the edge of a cliff that's higher than I ever dreamed possible. I open my mouth and let out a feral moan as my pussy clenches the dildo and I explode into ecstasy.
My eyes are open and I'm staring at Tony as pleasure invades my entire being.
Without a flick of my tongue, his eyes begin to glaze over as his own body starts writhing with pleasure.
And he covers my face with his cum.
Chapter Ten
"Well?" Anne asks as she bounces out of the house and down the stairs. It's past 1am and we're just now leaving the house, Bruce in tow.
"Well, what?" I ask, shivering in the cool night air.
"What did you think?" She asks, eager to see my reaction.
"It was so crazy," I gush honestly. After my orgasm, the groom left to clean himself up and we didn't see him again. I'm guessing he passed out from sheer exhaustion. We spent the rest of the night giving lap dances and playing games, fucking each other, and drinking with the rest of the partygoers.
It was more scary and more exciting than I ever thought possible.
And I couldn't be more happy that I went through with it.
"You were stunning," Bruce comments with a soft smile. "You both were," he adds quickly, nodding to Anne. She grins. She's proud of the way she performed, and I am, too. We both worked hard and for something that was so insanely fun, we managed to earn nearly a grand between us.
"You never told me you managed girls," I say to Bruce, remembering Anne's earlier comment. "How often do you plan bachelor parties?"
"Often enough," he says, smiling. "I wouldn't say I 'manage girls.' I would say I'm a freelancer who happens to have a lot of friends who like to play around and get paid for having fun."
I think of all the women he knows from Bitter Jupiter, and I know exactly what he means.
Bruce is an exciting guy who leads a crazy life. His presence commands attention and I'm guessing most girls are more than happy to give it to him.
"I'll drive you girls home," he tells us, realizing how trashed we are, and he lets us in the back of his car.
As Anne and I curl up together in the backseat, I can't help but close my eyes and wonder what our next adventure is going to be.
I don't know where it'll be, who it'll be with, or what it will include, but I know without a doubt that it's going to be a good one.