Confession: I Was the Stripper Who Ended Up Fucking the Entire Bachelor Party

This story is a little long, but I’m going to try not to ramble. If you read it to the end, I know you’re going to like it, and if you’re a guy you’ll probably end up adjusting yourself in your pants.

Those who already know other things I’ve written know I’ve got a pretty horny streak. I wouldn’t say I’m a nymphomaniac—nobody has ever diagnosed me—but the truth is I enjoy chasing increasingly intense sensations. So what I’m about to tell shouldn’t surprise anyone.

My friend Carla told me about a kind of temporary job that she treated more like a hobby: doing stripper shows at private parties and bachelor parties. The key detail was that they always worked with themed costumes, so the risk of anyone recognizing her was practically zero. And, according to her, they paid really well.

Listening to her stories ended up convincing me. I’m going to skip all the boring stuff about the company, the contracts, and the rules, and go straight to the action: my first night.

One Thursday they called to ask if I was free on Saturday for a bachelor party. The costume theme was mime, which seemed weird and fun at the same time. They gave us a budget for the outfit and a list of stores, and to add a personal touch we took a photo and sent it to a supervising department that approved the whole look. Pure routine.

I bought a white short-sleeve blouse with horizontal black stripes, cropped above the navel, a shiny black pair of shorts that clung to me like a second skin and held up with suspenders, black open-toe heels, a short straight wig down to my neck, the typical little hat and, of course, the makeup. Underneath I wore a black string thong and a tiny white bra that barely covered my nipples.

I liked the way everything looked on me, because I’m very pale and the contrast with the black really stood out. Once the costume was approved, Saturday night arrived. I went to Carla’s place so my boyfriend wouldn’t know where I was going, changed there, and put on a long trench coat over everything. They picked me up in a company car. I was nervous, but much more turned on than scared.

When we arrived, the driver called ahead and a man came out to meet me. He left me waiting by the door of a room, went inside, and after a while came back to tell me to go in. I switched on my stripper mode and walked in swaying my hips, with a huge smile, blowing kisses and winking. There were about ten men. The lounge belonged to the company, so I already knew it: a low platform in the center and chairs all around it.

Since I was in mime character, I communicated only with gestures. A reggaeton mix was playing. I climbed onto the platform and asked, by sign, where the groom-to-be was, drawing an imaginary ring on my finger. Amid laughter they all pointed to the same guy. I went over to his chair staring straight at him and opened my trench coat, showing the costume.

The applause and shouting exploded. I started dancing for the groom, sat on his lap and rocked against him while grabbing the back of his neck, then turned around and ground my ass against his crotch. I could feel his erection perfectly through the fabric. I walked around the circle, moving my hips, running my hands over the others’ pants. They were all rock hard. Some were patting me, another grabbed me and sat me on him while I moved as if I were riding him.

I went back to the platform and bent over from behind, shaking my ass and slapping myself. Everyone was whistling. I did everything: on all fours, twerking, grinding, a turn hanging onto the pole. When I was already too hot, I signaled to take off my shorts. The response was immediate.

—Too much clothes! Too much clothes! —they shouted—. Take it all off! Let’s see the tits!

I smiled and nodded several times. I slipped the suspenders off and started sliding my shorts down while writhing, then pulled my blouse off over my head and was left in lingerie. I got down from the platform and climbed on top of several of them so they could touch me. They stuck their hands under my bra, sat me facing them on their laps, squeezed my ass, slapped me, rubbed against me over my thong. All of that drove me wild. My bra was already completely out of place, so I took it off while walking and threw it at them.

By then I only had my thong and my heels left. I climbed up again and, with my finger, told the groom to come up. They set up a chair for him and I sat him down. I started dancing pressed against him, moving his hands all over my body: my breasts, my waist, my ass, between my legs. Then I took his face in my hands and kissed him deeply, sliding my tongue in while stroking the bulge through his pants. He was around twenty-nine, shy. I had him exactly where I wanted him.

The whole situation gave me a huge thrill. I was supposed to just entertain them, but I wanted more. I wanted those guys to use me. I knelt in front of the groom and signaled to the crowd if I should pull his pants down. Everyone shouted yes. Amid whistles, I unbuttoned them and pulled them all the way off. I lowered his underwear and took him into my mouth in one go.

I watched him from the corner of my eye while I sucked him, wanting to see how much he was enjoying it. I’d pull back holding him in my hand and lick him without losing eye contact. Then I stood up, sat on him facing away, and ground my nearly bare ass against him. I could feel him thrusting, trying to get inside. I turned and kissed him with his cock pressed between my butt cheeks while he held me. It was unbearably hot. I couldn’t take it anymore.

I got to my feet and made a circle with my fingers, asking for a condom. They threw me like five. It made me laugh. I took one, opened it, knelt down, and put it on him with my mouth. I sat on the groom, moved my thong to one side, and, looking at him, guided him inside me.

I felt him sliding in little by little. I was soaked. I started riding him slowly and then sped up, and for the first time all night they heard my voice: a long, muffled moan that escaped me before I could control it. They all stood up and crowded around the platform. Several were rubbing themselves over their pants, but none of them dared do more. I was moving my hips like a blender, grabbing my breasts, spinning around with my tongue out, moaning through clenched teeth.

After a while I stood up and moved toward one of the men in the crowd. I unzipped his pants while looking him in the eye, and as soon as he realized what was about to happen, he pulled everything down in one shot. I bent over and got to work. While I was doing him, I beckoned the others over with my hand. They came closer, took themselves out, and I jerked them off with my hands while I sucked.

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Then I got on all fours against the platform, waving a condom in my hand like a flag so someone would make up his mind. I wanted them to line up. The first one grabbed my hips and started pounding into me like crazy. I was so wet that I enjoyed it from the very first moment, moaning without any shame in front of everyone. The second one moved me and put me on all fours on the rug, which helped keep my knees from hurting, and another stood in front so I could suck him.

They were fucking me from behind and from my mouth at the same time, and it drove me insane. I moaned muffled with my mouth full while everyone’s hands roamed all over me, from my breasts to my ass. The thrusts got harder and harder. I took the cock in my mouth with my hand and jerked him off until he came, and I swallowed everything. Another one took his place in front. The one behind me panted hard and pulled away: he’d finished. But I still wasn’t satisfied, so I shook my ass desperately for someone to take his place immediately.

A guy came over, pulled my thong down to mid-thigh, and started pumping. Meanwhile I got two others to finish in my mouth, swallowing everything like it was nothing. When the third one finished, I sat up.

I took the groom by the hand, brought him back up onto the platform, and sat him in the chair. I don’t know where he got a condom from, but he put it on himself. I took off my thong, my heels, and my little hat, and started riding him. All I had left were the wig and the makeup. I was completely naked in front of everyone, riding a guy who was getting married in a week.

My moans got louder and louder. I rode him like I was possessed and kissed him, drenched in sweat. At one point I stopped with him all the way inside me and signaled for them to shut up. Only the music could be heard.

—I’ve got a special wedding gift for you —I whispered in his ear, the only thing I said out loud all night.

I lifted myself just enough, took the condom off with my hand, and put him back in raw. I rode him moving all over, forward and back, in circles. Everyone was screaming like crazy.

—Come! Come! —they chanted.

I wasn’t moaning anymore, I was screaming. I was having a brutal orgasm. I arched my back, looking up at the ceiling with a crazed expression, moving with everything I had.

—Come on! Come ooon! —I shouted at him.

He panted very hard and I felt him throbbing inside me as he emptied himself. I moved slowly, feeling him fill me completely. I could hear the wet sound as I kept rocking my hips.

When we were done I stayed a moment lying on top of him, exhausted, as if I’d run a marathon. But the night wasn’t over. Several of them came close, forming a circle with their cocks out, and I touched them all while laughing, trying to catch my breath. One of them laid me back at the edge of the platform and fucked me. I was tired, but the perversion won out.

—All of you come —I said, almost without a voice—. Here’s everything you want.

Four more fucked me, one after another, while the others brought their cocks to my face so I could jerk them off and suck them. They all came over my body: my stomach, my breasts, my face. When the last one finished, I collapsed there, spent.

After that I went to the bathroom, washed up, put on my trench coat, and packed the costume into a bag I’d brought. When I came out, they were all dressed again and applauded me. I smiled and waved like nothing had happened. As I crossed the door, they were still giving me the occasional slap and touch.

The company man was waiting outside and took me back to Carla’s place. On the way I kept going over everything I’d done. That night I stayed there to sleep and told her every detail.

It’s one of the most arousing things I’ve ever experienced. I have a lot of memories tucked away, but this is still one of my favorites.