Leanne’s Confession. free porn video

I’m writing this, less as a confession, but more so you know what happened. I know that I stood you up the day of our wedding, ran away from everything we had, and you haven’t heard from me since then, but I still care for you enough that I want you to know the truth. First I need to tell you that I really was a virgin, I know that was important to you, I had been saving myself for marriage.
Things changed though on the night before our wedding, the night of my bachelorette party. As you know I had my bride’s maids plan the party for me. I had told them nothing crazy, and no strippers, but they didn’t listen. They told me that we were going out to Dave and Busters, but instead they took me to a club I’d never been to before. I’m getting a bit ahead though.
They picked me up with a limo and put a blindfold on me once I was inside. It was all fun and playful, and I could tell that all my girlfriends were worked up, maybe a little drunk, and ready to have fun. I was enjoying it and going along with things, sharing a drink with them in the limo. The first time I realized that something was wrong was once we got to the club.
It was supposed to be a Dave and Busters, which would be loud and crowded, but wherever they guided me into was mostly quiet. They sat me down in a chair and removed the blindfold. We were in some kind of club, a large dance floor surrounded by tables, with a bar to the side. The room wasn’t that large, but it was filled with my girlfriends and some of their friends that I recognized.
At first I was upset, protesting that this was not what I wanted, but they calmed me down by explaining that this was much better than the other place. The club they’d reserved was just for us, no one that wasn’t our friend would be there (except for the male bartender), we had it all to ourselves, and we could spend the evening having food and drinks anyway. So I calmed down and joined them with another drink.
A couple of hours went by and I was starting to enjoy myself. Then I noticed a commotion from the corner where we’d come in earlier. It took me a minute to realize what it was, and when I did I got really upset. Male strippers had entered the room and were working their way toward the dance floor, entertaining on their way.
I got into an argument right there with my bride’s maids. They were excited about things and didn’t understand what I was so upset about. None of them knew that I was a virgin, that I’d been saving myself. As far as they all knew I had been sexual active for years. I felt too embarrassed about it to tell them though. In retrospect I suppose I was a little uptight about sex, being so inexperienced, but I was also frightened an anxious.
The strippers were five, good looking guys. One of them was black, I’m pretty sure that one was Latina, but all five were very well built. I remember they all had perfectly sculpted chests, muscled bodies, and tight asses. Each one was dressed different of course; fireman, policeman, soldier, construction worker, and biker.
Just as I was getting up to leave, seeing I wasn’t getting anywhere with my bride’s maids, the strippers spotted me. Every other woman in the room was going nuts, hooting and cheering as the guys strutted about, but I was frozen silent. Music started playing, high energy dance music, and that was when two of the strippers came over to me. One grabbed me, one grabbed a chair, and they lead me to the middle of the dance floor.
I tried to resist, I really did, but it was no use. The strippers took my reluctance as shyness, while the audience of my friends assumed my reluctance just normal embarrassment. After they got me to the middle of the dance floor I really felt trapped, there was just nowhere for me to go. One of the guys, I don’t remember which one, started stripping right in front of me as soon as I was seated. He was wiggling his ass back and forth, humping his hips at me, while stripping off his shirt.
Looking around, trying to find a way out, I could see four of the other guys doing the same thing in the crowd of my friends. They were going from table to table, dancing for various women, letting each of them touch and feel. Occasionally they would leave an article of clothing on a table or with one of my friends. Everyone else seemed excited, thrilled at what these men were doing, and they were really enjoying themselves. I felt like the only one embarrassed, and I was trapped in the middle of the room with no one but the stripper within thirty feet of me.
The guy in front of me stripped down to just a tiny little g-string. It really didn’t cover him up, just sort of formed a little cloth sack for his privates to hang in. Looking back I remember all of the men were large, though I didn’t know it at the time, each was very well endowed. For a few more minutes he gyrated his hips at me, causing his g-string sack to wag back and forth, thrusting toward me.
I know I was embarrassed, but that didn’t slow down the stripper or bother him at all. Then I looked up and saw that the other four guys were on the dance floor, away from the tables, and moving closer to me. When those four guys got a couple feet away from me, the guy that had been dancing for me the whole time, took two steps back and turned to face my friends. All five guys were now facing away from me, dancing in a circle around me, and motioning toward the audience. Their naked asses were circling around me, their muscled backs all I could see.
Then the guy that had been dancing in front of me turned around and moved back toward me, but he didn’t stop a couple feet away like he had before. Instead this time he got right in front of me, and lifted up one of his legs to put his foot on the edge of my chair. His g-string was hanging inches from my face as he started gyrating his hips again. All my girlfriends were watching and cheering loudly, woots and hollers coming from all directions.
Unexpectedly the guy reached out and put his hands on my shoulders. I had never seen strippers before, but I thought they weren’t allowed to touch or be touched. Here was this guy touching me though. Then his hands started to slide down my arms, moving slowly down from my shoulders. His hands were warm, his touch felt electric, and I felt myself blush more than I thought I could. When his hands were even with my chest he brushed his fingers across my breasts, his fingertips running right across my nipples, and despite my shock I felt my nipples get hard. At this point I was too surprised to even resist, and I feared that my body was betraying me by responding.
He wrapped his warm hands around mine, my hands looked so small and pale held in his. Then he lifted my hands up from where they’d been in my lap and placed my hand on his hips right where his g-string was. He kept his hands over mine, but he stopped gyrating and looked out at my friends with a questioning look on his face. The cheers from my friends got louder, every woman in the room expect me was shouting and cheering. He started to slide my hands down his legs, taking his g-string with them. I tried to resist, to pull my hands away, but I couldn’t stop him. Either he was too strong for me or my strength had left, but he must have felt my resistance because his smile got bigger. And then in one quick motion he pushed my hands down to his knees and his g-string fell to the floor. And still he didn’t take his hands off mine.
His dick hung before me, just inches from my face, and all I could think was how huge it was. It was still limp, swollen but not hard, but amazingly big none-the-less. I’d never seen anything like it, and I was frightened. My girlfriends on the other hand were wooting and yelling loudly, all enjoying the spectacle. Once again the guy looked up at my bride’s maids with that questioning look on his face.
I couldn’t see their response, I couldn’t stop looking at the monster hanging in front of me, but he smiled at whatever it was. Next he moved my hands again, but this time going higher. Before I knew it, he had placed both of my hands on his penis, wrapping my fingers around it. Trying to pull away proved not only pointless, but only fed into what he did next. He started pumping my hands up and down the length of his shaft. This strange man was forcing me to jerk him… in front of a room full of my friends. His big tanned hands, wrapped around my small pale hands, wrapped around his big tanned dick, and he was moving my hands up and down his length in a steady rhythm.
Looking around for help I could see almost everyone was watching me, but the other four strippers had moved into the crowd and that was causing small pockets of my friends to be distracted. As soon as the other four guys got into reach of the women in the crowd their g-strings were removed. The guys made their way from one friend to another, stopping at each woman temporarily. My friends would fondle the exposed dicks of the male strippers, grabbing eagerly as the men passed by.
Then I got distracted by the guy in front of me. He put a hand on the side of my face and turned my attention back toward him. It took me a second to realize that his other hand was on my shoulder, and even though my hands were free I was still stroking him. I was surprised at what I was doing, mesmerized by the sight of my hands moving up and down. My hands seemed so small wrapped around his large member. The motion I was causing, the way his dick rocked up and down and his balls swung back and forth, it had me enthralled completely. His dick was getting harder in my hands, and I loved the feeling of making him hard. I felt so powerful at that moment, like he was completely under my control.
That was when I caught myself smiling, despite myself I was not only enjoying it but letting him know. I blushed deeply, I could feel the heat rising through my body to my face. Then he moved his hands back to mine, and started moving my hands faster. Another pair of hands touched my shoulders, causing me to jump slightly. Looking around I saw the black man standing behind me. He was completely naked, his dick bigger than the guy in front of me, and to my amazement it was only half hard!
Reaching down into one of the bags they had brought with them, the black man pulled out a can of whipped cream. Any suspicion that I felt was quickly put to rest, he sprayed some cream out onto his finger and put it to my mouth. I recoiled, tried to pull back away from his hand, but there was nowhere to go. My friends all whopped and cheered, urging me on. Looking to my friends, I could see the other three guys still moving through the crowd, distracting only a handful of my friends each. The majority of the crowd of women were watching me, egging me on. So reluctantly I leaned forward a bit and sucked some of the whipped cream off his finger.
Cheers came up from everywhere. Both of the men by me were smiling big smiles. The black man left the can of whipped cream and went back to the crowd. Once the stripper in front of me had gotten my hands working on his cock again, he took the can of whipped cream and put some on his fingers. Knowing that it was pointless to resist I licked it off his fingers. He had put enough cream on that it took me a while, but I managed to get enough that he took his hands away from my face.
Next he took the can and pointed it at the head of his penis. I tried to pull away from him, afraid of what might happen, but he had one hand wrapped over both of mine holding me to him and there was no where I could go. He pushed the can just a bit, and a little spurt of whipped cream fell from the nozzle and landed squarely on the head of his dick. I shook my head at him and said, “No. No." Still holding my hands around his shaft, he made me wiggle his penis, causing it to shake lewdly at me.
Again my friends cheered loudly, urging me to do it. Even the strippers moving through the crowd had stopped, so now everyone was paying attention to me. I felt trapped, trapped into doing something I didn’t want to do. And then I felt the stripper’s dick start to go limp, just a little bit, but it was unmistakable. The feeling of him starting to shrink gave me a sinking feeling in my stomach; I felt disappointed and unattractive. That drove me to do it, I hated feeling like I was turning him off. So, holding his dick steady, I leaned forward and carefully sucked the cream off it with just my lips.
Expecting to hear cheers from my friends, I was instead surprised to hear boos of disappointment. My friends were booing me and I didn’t know why. Again the stripper’s dick shrunk a bit in my hands, and that horrible feeling appeared again in the pit of my stomach. I didn’t know what everyone wanted, or why they were booing. In response to the booing the stripper looked down at me and shook his head. I actually frowned at him, and unsure what to do I started jerking his cock again with a tighter grip.
But he stopped me, reached down and stopped my hands. Slowly he removed my hands from his dick, and for a second I thought he would let me go back to my table. I thought that in some way I was so horrible at this that I was done, and I was both relieved and disappointed. Instead of letting me go though the stripper held his dick straight out toward me and sprayed whipped cream down the entire length of it. That brought cheers again from all my friends, and that was when I realized what everyone else wanted.
I knew there was no way that I would be able to fit him into my mouth, he was way too big, and I petrified to even try. You know that I had never done that with anyone but you, and I didn’t want to then. All I could think about was running away, getting up and leaving all my friends there and pretending nothing happened, but I found myself stuck in the chair. Part of me wanted to do it to make that feeling in my stomach go away, and part of me thought that if I just did this one last thing I could get up and run away.
So slowly at first I leaned down and licked the cream off the head of his dick. The first time I managed to not make contact with him at all, but when I went back for a second lick my tongue made contact with his shaft. His dick jumped a little bit, and I knew it was getting hard again. That feeling in my stomach disappeared, and was instantly replaced with a burning fire. My face flushed again as I blushed, and I thought that if I just kept my head down maybe no one would be able to see how embarrassed I was.
Going back for a third lick of cream I moved my tongue a little farther down his shaft, brushing it gently, but there was so much whipped cream that I had to open my mouth and suck instead of licking. I put my open mouth to the side of his dick and sucked in a whole mouthful of whipped cream. Despite my best efforts the cream was getting all over my face, and some dripped and landed on my chest. I was wearing a long skirt and a spaghetti strap top, and the cream landed squarely at the top of my cleavage. Continuing to work my mouth down the length of his dick, alternately licking and sucking, I simultaneously cleaned his shaft of whipped cream and got him hard again.
Sitting back and looking at his hard cock I was filled with a heat, burning its way up from my groin. Part of me was really proud that I had made his dick rigid, that I had turned him on like that. Then he sprayed another glob of whipped cream on the head of his dick. I knew what he wanted, and I figured that I had already done enough in a room full of my friends (who were all watching), that I figured what-the-hell. Without hesitating any more I opened my mouth and wrapped it around the head of his dick.
It was tasty, his sweat mixing with the whipped cream, and it fit better than I thought. His dick was so much bigger than yours, it surprised me that I was able to handle it. I could feel the heat coming off of him, the heat of his cock, and the heat swelling up inside of me. That was when I realized that I was wet, I could feel the heat and moisture mixing in my panties, the whole experience was turning me on. For a moment I forgot myself, getting caught up in my feelings, and I struggled to snap back to reality.
I found myself working my mouth up and down the stripper’s hard dick, sucking as much of it as I could into my mouth, feeling him press against the back of my throat. To my surprise my hands had moved on their own, one was caressing his balls and the other was wrapped around the base of his shaft and was moving up and down in time with my head. It was surprising to me that I could fit both a hand and my mouth over his dick, that he was that big, but like I said I’d only ever been with you.
Also surprising to me was that I didn’t want to stop which I didn’t discover until he put his hands on the sides of my head and pulled away from me. He pointed toward my chest, which is when I noticed the drops of whipped cream all over my cleavage. I had forgotten about the crowd of my friends, all watching, but they cheered when he bent over and put his face to my chest. Once again I was surprised when I felt his tongue running over my chest, across the top of my breasts, as he moved from drop to drop licking up all the cream.
His head came back up and he looked out at my friends, they were clapping and cheering. At random places in the crowd I could also see the other four guys, all getting whipped cream licked and sucked of their hard cocks by my friends. One guy even had two woman on their knees in front of him, one sucking his dick and the other sucking on his balls. I got so embarrassed witnessing that and I temporarily forgot what I had done.
That was when my attention was brought back to the stripper in front of me. His hands were moving across my shoulders and my chest, his warm hands caressing my exposed cleavage. Then he sprayed a spot of whipped cream right between my breasts, and before I could protest he dove right back in with his tongue to lick it off. My head was down, looking at him, my hands on his head trying futilely to push him away as he worked farther down into my D cup cleavage. I know how you always enjoyed my breasts, and tried to pay attention to them, and it seemed that he was enjoying them just as much.
  I felt another pair of hands on my shoulders, and as I turned to look up at the black guy standing behind me his huge dick appeared directly beside my head. It was amazing, glistening in the lights with saliva and melting whipped cream, and even bigger than I had imagined was possible. All of the men were bigger than you, but this big black cock was three times as long and as thick are you. Absolutely enthralled by the spectacle I probably would have spent the rest of the night unable to tear my eyes away from it, except the stripper that had been licking at my cleavage distracted me.
He sprayed two large globs of whipped cream on my breasts, right on my nipples. I was so distracted that I hadn’t even noticed when these two men pulled the straps of my top off my shoulders and then pulled my top down beneath my breasts, leaving me exposed for everyone in the room to see. That particular top doesn’t work with a bra, so I hadn’t worn one that night, but I hadn’t expected to need one either. And now here I was, my large breasts hanging there for everyone to see, with two spots of whipped cream the only things concealing my nipples.
Completely embarrassed I blushed deeply, redness coming to my cheeks and my chest. Instinctively I brought both hands up to my chest, cupping my breasts, trying to hide my nakedness. Now I was suddenly afraid, completely shamed, and I was back to just wanting everything to end. Unfortunately I was trapped between these two naked, sweaty, hard men. The stripper in front of me pulled one hand away from my breast while the black stripper behind me pulled away my other hand, and though I tried to resist they were just too strong for me.
The black guy behind me grabbed both my wrists, holding my hands over my head, and started sucking the whipped cream off my fingers and licking it off my palms. Having my hands over my head caused my breasts to lift and push together which only helped the stripper in front of me. He went to his knees, cupped both my breasts, and started licking the whipped cream from my nipples. The feeling of his tongue on my breasts, of his mouth sucking on my nipples, his tongue encircling them was amazing.
Combined with the sensation of the guy behind me sucking on my fingers and kissing my hands, I found the fire welling up inside me again. Feeling completely exposed and vulnerable actually made it worse, my arousal increasing as I felt things slipping out of my control. Both of my nipples were painfully hard, which contrasted nicely with the soft tongue circling them. After a minute the black guy behind me let go of my hands, which I instantly moved to the head of the stripper kissing my breasts and sucking my nipples.
He moved his head away and handed the can of whipped cream to the black guy. The black stripper moved beside me and sprayed whipped cream down the top of his long shaft, and then held it out toward me. Fear overtook me again, there was no way that I could do what he wanted. I had never thought that I could be intimate with another man, but the thought of being with someone not white was unfathomable. I looked toward the crowd, desperate for someone to rescue me, for any of my friends to see that I’d had enough and wanted to flee.
But everyone was either distracted sucking whipped cream off a stripper’s dick, getting whipped cream sucked off their breasts, or watching the show. No one seemed to care for how trapped and afraid I felt, and I couldn’t believe what was happening in this room. I thought about pulling my top back up, but the stripper in front of me was massaging both of my breasts with his strong, warm hands which preventing me from covering myself. While his attention did feel good I was too afraid to stop him, too afraid to do anything. Sensing my reluctance the black stripped put his free hand behind my head, pulling my hair out of my face, and pushed his long black dick toward my mouth.
Stupidly I opened my mouth to try and protest, to tell him to stop, but before I could get a sound out he popped the head of his huge dick into my mouth. My surprise caused my mouth to drop open farther, which the black stripper took as an invitation to push deeper. Whipped cream was mixing in my mouth along with his sweat, the taste was very similar to the other stripper, but the black guy was much larger. Slowly I started to get transfixed again, as the big, black cock filled my mouth. I choked when he pushed too deep, and he pulled out a bit in response. Both of my hands came up to hold his length, to guide him as I took him in and out of my mouth.
Soon I had completely forgotten about the other stripper, all of my attention was on the black monster that (for the moment) was all mine. I was enjoying myself, the taboo of what I was doing making even more exciting. Here I was, in a room full of every female friend I had, with my tits hanging free sucking on a huge black dick. I felt dirty, the black stripper’s hand pulling my hair and fondling my breast while I sucked him, like I was a whore. Then I became acutely aware of the sensation in my pussy. It had been subtle, something I could deny, but I found myself no longer able to convince myself it wasn’t there. My panties were soaked, my pussy was dripping wet, I felt hot all over, and I was more turned on then I had ever been.
Then the black stripper held my head tight to him, keeping as much of his cock as he could in my mouth. There hadn’t been any whipped cream on him in a while, I had gotten it all with my mouth and tongue, so I wondered what he was doing. I felt his cock tense up, getting harder for an instant, and then I felt something hot burst into my mouth and hit the back of my throat. Taken completely by surprise I tried to pull away, but he was holding my head in place to strongly for me to get away. He was cumming in my mouth and I had nowhere to go. I knew that I would choke and gag unless I did something, so I swallowed.
Though you and I have done that, you know that I had never swallowed before, but I found it quite easy this time. As he spurt his semen again and again into my mouth, I just kept swallowing, and even when his cock stopped pumping I didn’t take it out of my mouth. It felt like I was no longer in control of myself, like I was watching my hand pump this strange black dick in and out of my mouth. Eventually though the black stripper withdrew his dick from my grasp, even going limp as it was, it was huge. I was shocked, amazed at myself for having fit as much of his dick in my mouth as I did, I could even see the glistening of my saliva on his shaft.
I was enthralled again, completely taken in by the sight of his huge, black member, but my attention was suddenly diverted when I felt something against my leg. The stripper in front of me was down on his knees, his hands were under my long skirt on my legs and they were moving higher. Shock overtook me again, I froze up and fear gripped me. Defenseless and afraid, I just sat there as his hands moved higher and higher up my legs, past my knees, and up my thighs.
Then his hands reached the top of my thighs, he parted my legs slightly, and I was filled with mixed emotions unsure what his intentions were. Still frozen in fear I sat there as his hands moved to my hips. I felt his fingers hook inside the waist band of my panties, and then he tugged and started pulling them down. He was amazingly skilled, I didn’t even lift up off the chair and he was still able to get my panties down to my thighs. I tried to close my legs, to prevent him from taking my panties any farther down, but he was able to keep my legs parted with one hand and take my panties completely off with the other.
Before I knew it he had my panties out from under my skirt and was holding them up for everyone to see. I was completely mortified, but all of my friends were cheering and hooting louder than ever. The black stripper moved back toward the crowd, no indication at all that he had cum just moments before, as his huge cock swung side to side. Meanwhile the guy on the floor in front of me grabbed the bottom of my skirt, lifted it slightly, and stuck his head underneath it. I reached down and put my hands on his head through the fabric of my skirt, and I tried to push him away.
It was useless though, he was too strong and persistent. His hands went to my knees and pushed my legs apart. His head pushed higher, and then I felt him plant a kiss on the inside of my thigh. I jumped, surprised, and then he kissed my other thigh. Arousal flooded through me again, it had never left, but it swelled back up into me like a huge flood. The stripper’s head moved the last few inches up my thighs and then I felt him plant a kiss right above my pussy.
I squirmed and tried to twist away from him, but his hands were holding my hips to the chair while his forearms were pushing my legs apart. That was when his tongue made contact with my clit. The friction of his tongue working back and forth on me actually made me let out a yelp. My pussy was soaked from everything that had happened so far, I could feel my wetness leaking onto my thighs, stirred by his exploring tongue.
While you had gone down on me before, it was always something that I didn’t really enjoy, but the things this strange man did to me with his tongue and probing fingers was unbelievable. I had an orgasm almost right away, and it was as powerful as all my build up indicated it would be. My body shook violently, and I found myself pinching my nipples and fondling my breasts… I had forgotten completely that my shirt had been pulled down. As my orgasm subsided I felt completely relaxed, my entire body loosening, and I found that all my shame had disappeared despite that I was sitting half naked in a room in front of a room full of my friends with a naked male stripper under my skirt with his tongue lapping at my pussy.
As you’re aware I’ve never been able to have more than one orgasm at a time, and just like when we’re together I thought for sure that now that I had cum he would stop. But he didn’t stop. His tongue relentlessly worked over my clit while he pushed two fingers deeper inside me. I thought I was going to explode, tension was building up inside me, and despite the great feelings washing through me I felt slightly afraid of what I was feeling. Though I didn’t think it was possible, I orgasmed again and it was stronger than my first. His fingers pushing into me, filling me up, felt amazing and it was keeping me over the edge.
My orgasm continued on and on, he sucked my clit into his mouth between his lips, and I heard myself moaning loudly. Then I felt his other hand slip from my thigh toward my pussy, but instead of pushing between my lips his fingers probed lower. I was so lost in the sensations that were overwhelming my body that it never occurred to me what he was doing, where his fingers were going, until they found my asshole. Snapping open my eyes, looking down at his head buried under my skirt, I moved my hands from where they’d been working on my breasts to the top of his head.
He seemed to only take that as encouragement though as he pushed the tip of one of his fingers into my ass. This was the biggest surprise of the entire night. The sensation was overwhelming though, and my orgasm broke through right into another. It was like crashing over the top of wave only to find another, bigger, stronger wave. I pushed down toward him, lower in the chair, thrusting myself at his face and hands causing his fingers to push deeper into me and his tongue to press harder against my clit.
When I regained my senses I could hear myself moaning lustfully, my hips gyrating in the chair, and the stripper beneath my skirt had actually pushed my skirt all the way up. My bare legs were visible to everyone in the room, spread wide as they were, and everyone on the half of the room in front of me could see clearly what the stripper was doing to me. I was getting very sensitive, and I couldn’t take any more of his tongue and fingers, so I pushed his head away and pulled back from him. Thankfully he understood and pulled back also. Immediately I pushed my skirt back down to cover myself.
That was when I realized why all my friends in the room were so happy about what I was doing. As soon as he was done, the stripper stood up and turned to the crowd making a big circling motion with his hand. When the other guys saw the signal they started picking women out of the crowd, and putting their faces into the women’s laps. The strippers wouldn’t do anything with my friends that hadn’t been done to me. As I looked around the room I could see dicks in mouths, mouths to pussies, mouths to breasts… all of my friends were out of control.
Suddenly ashamed, my sexual arousal starting to wane, I pulled my top back up and covered my breasts. I stood up to leave, to run away, but the stripper in front of me grabbed my wrist. He led me to the small stage at the front of the room. At this point I was completely on automatic, not able to resist anymore and not caring what was happening. The scene in the room had me stunned. The hot, naked, tanned body of the stripper had me aroused, and the side to side swinging motion of his dick had me mesmerized.
He laid me down on my back on the stage, and then held himself in a push-up position over me. Even hovering over me his dick was long enough that is was touching me, pushing against my skirt covered leg. Women near the stage were cheering and clapping, encouraging him. One of his hands moved up and pulled my top down, exposing my breasts again. His head came down and he sucked on my nipples again, circling his tongue around them, and planting kisses all over. My breasts had become really sensitive, and I found myself getting wet from his attention.
More than I thought was possible had already happened here in public, and I’d already gone beyond the limits of my comfort, but I feared the show wasn’t over yet. Worse than that my body was betraying me and actually reacting and enjoying the lewd things occurring. The stripper holding himself over me would pick his head up, look at the crowd of my friends, and then move his head back down to my body… but each time moving lower. I let myself lay there, enjoying his attention, trying to forget the crowd of my friends, but their cheers were distracting.
When his head got down to my waist he moved from the position he was in, and pushed my legs apart to kneel between them. His dick was sticking up from his lap, tall, thick, and hard, and it looked so tempting that I actually licked my lips. He put his hands on my ankles, and then slowly pushed higher causing my skirt to slide up my pale legs. As he passed my knees I reflexively bent my knees causing my skirt to slide the rest of the way up and leaving my laying there completely exposed to him.
I was thankful for two things. First, that he had laid me down on the stage sideways so that none of my friends could see up between my legs. Second, that I had taken care to trim myself. I had been worried about looking neat for our wedding night, but now I was just thankful that I looked neat for this strange man. The thought caught me off guard, made me feel slightly self conscious, but then I realized that this strange man had already had his mouth on my pussy so there wasn’t much he hadn’t seen already. Then that thought made me blush again, I couldn’t believe the position I was in.
That was when he leaned forward again, getting back into the push up position, holding himself over me. His head was over mine, he was looking in my eyes, his slick chest was barely touching my breasts. More disturbing to me though was the realization that his large dick was hanging squarely between my legs, it was actually rubbing against my pussy lips. I was more afraid at that moment that I have ever been. It was one barrier that I was not willing to cross, it was my absolute limit, and I didn’t know how to tell him. I’m sure that none of my friends knew that I was a virgin, and neither did this strange man, but I didn’t know how to make it clear and get him to stop.
He looked at the crowd, and did a push up. Everyone else cheered, but I actually moaned. The feeling of his cock rubbing against me was immensely erotic, the forbidden nature of it made me feel so dirty. Another push up and my pussy was absolutely on fire. The cheering from my friends snapped me back to the reality of what was occurring though, and becoming ashamed I brought my hands up to try and push him away from me. Unfortunately the combination of his weight and the positions we were in made it impossible to move him, all I was doing was pushing against his chest which made it seem like I was enjoying it.
Although I was enjoying it, I didn’t want him to know that and I certainly didn’t want things to go farther. The stripper was oblivious to my silent protests though, he was looking to the crowd of my friends for directions, and all of my friends were clapping in time with his push ups while smiling. For a few minutes he just teased me like that, pushing up and down, rubbing his cock against me, teasing and turning me on more and more.
Then finally he shifted positions just a little bit, and I felt the head of his large dick push directly against my pussy, parting my lips slightly. He looked down at me and must have seen the absolute shock in my face because he smiled at me before turning back toward the crowd. I had the horrible realization that the way I was laying none of my friends could tell whether he was inside me or not, but his motions would have made it look like he and I were fucking. As far as everyone else in the room knew, he was fucking me right there on stage. No one else was aware that my virginity was intact, and yet inches away from being violated. It was already too late for me to protest or stop I realized, everyone had thought that I’d already gone all the way with this strange man.
In my panic to try and make him stop I reached down and grabbed his hips, thinking that maybe I could push him away. He must have mistaken it for lust, that I wanted it to happen, that I was trying to pull him into me, because he pushed down just a little bit. Unmistakably the head of his cock pushed into me, it was something I’d never felt before, the way it stretched me out hurt. I let out a soft yelp, but it was lost to the cheers of my friends. They all thought that the stripper was teasing them but not going down all the way like he had before, they couldn’t see what was really happening.
Pushing on his hips I told him, "Stop”, but if he heard me he made no indication. The room was loud with both music and all the cheers of my friends. When I protested again, “Please stop”, he instead pushed down a little farther causing more of his shaft to sink into me. I was being torn apart, it felt like I was being split in two by his large dick, and I knew that only a small portion of it was inside me. Despite me begging him to stop and me pushing against him, he continued his assault, lowering himself into me inch by inch.
I was being deflowered and ****d right there on stage, in public, in front of my friends, and they all thought that I was enjoying it! That was when I realized that the pain was subsiding, that he was sliding into me more easily, and the reason why was because of my wetness. My body was reacting to his assault, my pussy was dripping wet, and despite myself I found pleasure started to rise from inside me. I moaned at the agony of my situation, which caused him to look at me. He mistook the look of pain and fear on my face, the moan that had escaped me, as signs of pleasure. So in one smooth motion he lowered himself all the way, his hips touching mine, his weight pressing into me, and the entire length of his cock deep inside me.
Outrage and fear gripped me, I couldn’t believe that this was happening! After all that time of saving myself, it was all taken away in one moment by a complete stranger. Then he lifted himself back up and I could feel the length of his dick withdrawing. I started to feel empty inside, unfulfilled, and then his motion stopped with just the head of his dick still inside me. He lowered himself back down as he had before, and all of his cock pushed back into my wet pussy. When he was inside me again I realized that I was actually enjoying the sensations and fearing that he might stop, that he might withdraw from me completely and leave me empty.
With his next thrust I shuddered, my body washed with a warm sensation of pleasure. A small moan escaped my lips as his cock filled me completely. He turned his head down and looked at me, an inch from my face, and he asked, “Still want me to stop?”
I was shocked, he had heard me ask him to stop, and he had persisted anyway. Horror and anger rose in me, I couldn’t believe that he had done that, but despite what I was feeling I found myself unable to tell him to stop. The pleasure that was radiating out from my pussy was intense, almost overwhelming, better than I could ever have thought possible. Not wanting him to stop, feeling weak and powerless to resist his penetration, “No”, squeaked past my lips.
His smile got bigger and then he started bouncing himself on top of me. At a furious pace his cock bounced in and out of me, his largeness filling me so much that I thought I would break. I orgasmed almost immediately, each time his dick pushed down and filled me my orgasm got stronger, starting anew with each of his thrusts. Time passed, I don’t know how much, with me trapped underneath this strong man’s body as he fucked me, and the whole time I just kept cumming and cumming.
When he finally stopped I found myself moaning loudly, my breasts stopped bouncing back and forth, and when he withdrew his cock from me I actually whimpered a little at how empty I felt. I looked at him questioningly, not wanting him to be done. The stripper helped me up, my dress falling back down as I stood, but my breasts still hanging free and exposed. At some point when I was distracted, laying down on the stage, they had set up a screen on the stage. It formed a small space at the rear, middle of the stage, behind which no one in the crowd would be able to see what was happening.
It was behind this screen that the stripper led me. Once there he knelt down in front of me and removed my skirt. By this time I didn’t want him to stop. He d****d by skirt over a chair, and then proceeded to turn me around so that I was facing the crowd of my friends over the screen. I gripped the top of the screen with both hands as he stepped up behind me. He spread my legs, and then I felt the head of his dick push against my pussy opening.
I pushed back and he pushed forward, and with his hands holding my hips he proceeded to start fucking me hard. Our bodies were slapping together, and I’m sure I was moaning loudly as he violated me. Knowing that all of my friends could see my face and the stripper standing behind me turned me on more. And as he continued fucking me I looked into the crowd of my friends. The other four strippers were now not only getting sucked and licking pussy, but one of them was also fucking one of my girlfriends that had come in the car with me. He had her bent over a table and was fucking her from behind.
After just a few minutes though he left my girlfriend and moved to another table where he whispered something to a woman, she whispered something back, and then he knelt down in front of her, lifted her skirt, pushed her panties aside, and buried his face in her pussy. The stripper behind me picked up his pace, fucking me faster than before, and the vigor of his thrusts made me cum again. While my orgasm was not as strong as before, when I felt him start cumming it increased in intensity.
Spurts of his cum were bursting into me, hitting me in places I didn’t know I had, and it was making me cum harder and harder. He was holding himself as deep inside me as he could, I felt more full than I ever had before, and I let out a scream of ecstasy as my entire body shook. When his dick stopped spasming he leaned forward and whispered in my ear, “Your pussy is so fucking tight. We’re not supposed to cum, but I can’t help myself with you”. Hearing him talk to me that way turned me on even more. I turned my head toward him and he kissed me deeply while reaching up to fondle my tits.
As we broke our kiss I said to him, “You’re not the first guy to cum for me, your friend came in my mouth earlier”. He looked surprised, but smiled big anyway. When he withdrew his cock from me I realized that he was, in fact, my first. Some of his cum started to trickle out of my pussy and run down my thighs, and that was when I realized that he hadn’t used a condom. Shock gripped me again, and a small bit of fear that this stranger had just cum inside me unprotected.
Getting down from the stage to return to the crowd the stripper signaled one of his friends over. Even as he walked away from me I could see that his cock was getting hard again. I didn’t know that was possible, after all when we’ve been together after you would cum things were over, but it was a night in which I learned a lot. The second stripper reached the stage, he was a good looking as the first, his body just as well built and glistening with sweat, but I noticed that his dick was not as large.
He was hard already, his cock moist with whipped cream and saliva, but I could see that he was not as long or thick as the other two strippers that I had seen up close. It’s not that he was small, he was completely average in size (not that I knew that at the time), but he was smaller than the other men in the room. I remember feeling slightly disappointed, and I wondered what he would feel like. As he joined me behind the screen, finally within reach, I grabbed his hard cock in my hands and began stroking it.
Though his dick was smaller, as I played with it I realized that his dick was bigger than yours, and I found myself wanting to try everything with it to see if it would make me feel as good as the last stripper had. So without hesitation I dropped to my knees in front of him and took his cock in my mouth. Sucking the whole length of his shaft in filled my mouth and pressed against my throat, but it was nowhere near as difficult to do as the black cock had been. I gave it my all, really tried to get him as deep in my throat as I could, and though he seemed to be enjoying it I wasn’t getting much satisfaction from it. What really disappointed me was that I could get his whole dick in my mouth, but there wasn’t any length of his shaft left for me to stroke and grip.
Standing up I kept one hand on his cock, I had to feel him inside me. He sat down in the chair and, facing him, I lowered myself down onto his lap. I was so wet that he had no trouble sliding into me, the force of his penetration as I dropped myself onto him pushed the cum of the last stripper out of my pussy. We fucked like that for a few minutes, my tits bouncing in his face, his hands on my hips guiding me, and my body moving up and down guiding his cock in and out of me. Occasionally he would kiss my breast and suck on my nipples, and the feeling was great, but I didn’t cum.
After I realized that I wasn’t going to cum I got up from his lap. He looked satisfied, even though he hadn’t cum, and I felt good, but there was just something unsatisfying about it. As he was wiping himself off with a towel I realized what it was, his dick just wasn’t filling me up the way the other stripper had. The feeling of being stretched, of being touched deep inside, of knowing that my pussy was wrapped tightly around a cock… it was all missing with him.
Leaning forward he asked me, “What’s wrong? You look like you’re not enjoying yourself." He must have read on my face what was going through my mind. Before I could respond he asked, "Would you like me to do something else for you?" And as soon as he asked the question I knew that, yes, I did want to try something with him.
I started to whisper in his ear, "I want to…”, but I realized that I didn’t know how to ask for it; I was too embarrassed. “Earlier, um, your friend”, I pointed to the stripper that had been under my skirt earlier, “He was using his hands on me, um, everywhere”. I made a motion with my hand over my ass and pussy as I finished, and I felt really embarrassed at hearing myself say it.
But he seemed to understand exactly what I wanted, and his ease and understanding put me at rest. He kissed me once, and then moved the chair up to the screen and turned it so that it was facing the back of the stage. Moving me slowly and gently he put me on my knees on the chair, my arms resting on the back of the chair, so that I could see over the screen and into the crowd of my friends. Then he stepped up behind me and I felt him rub the head of his dick against my ass, pressing against my skin all the way to my pussy, and then back up to my asshole.
Without waiting he pushed forward, the head of his cock penetrating my asshole. There was surprisingly little pain as he slid into me. His dick was so slick that with no resistance he was able to bury the entire length of himself in one stroke and he didn’t wait to start fucking my ass. It felt really good having his hard dick slide in and out of my ass, it was so dirty it made me feel like such a slut letting this stranger fuck my ass right in front of a room full of my friends.
He never stopped fucking me, never once breaking his stride, as I watched my friends interact with the stripper through half-closed eyes and lustful bliss. One of the strippers had a woman on her back on the floor, he was eating her out, while another woman lay beneath him sucking on his dangling cock. The other guy I hadn’t gotten a close look at yet was busy spraying whipped cream on his dick so that the three woman sitting in front of him could greedily lick and suck it off. My close girlfriends were still gathered at our table, and the stripper that had just left me was with them. He was sitting in a chair and my girlfriends were taking turns sitting on his lap, facing away from him. They would bounce up and down on his cock while he fondled their tits from behind, sometimes pushing their shirts aside and sometimes sliding his hands underneath.
An orgasm hit me suddenly and powerfully, and I gripped the back of the chair for fear of falling. The scene in front of me, combined with the fucking my ass was receiving was enough to make me cum, but I’d been concentrating trying to hold my orgasm off, allowing it to build in strength. What had pushed me past breaking though was the stripper’s hand, he had snuck it around and was rubbing my clit. I was moaning loudly, and pushing back hard against him, but his powerful hands were unrelenting at holding my hips to limit my movement while rubbing my clit. Wave after wave of pleasure broke through me each time his fingers danced over my most sensitive of areas.
The stripper leaned up and said in my ear, “You’re so tight. So fucking tight. I’m going to cum. Oh… I can’t resist”. With that his cock started throbbing in my ass, and I could feel him emptying his load into me. It was so erotic, such a turn on, hearing him talk like that. I felt empowered and sexy, knowing that I had pushed him to cum when he wasn’t supposed to, and the combination of it all caused my orgasm to get stronger and continue longer than I though it could.
Finally though he stopped thrusting, his cock stopped throbbing inside me, and he withdrew. Wiping himself off with a towel and drinking some water he smiled at me. I remember that before he left the stage he complimented me saying, “You’re really beautiful, you have such a sexy body”, he kissed my breasts at this point, “Really, you are just hot and sexy”. It made me feel really good to know that I had pleased him like that and that he thought those things, hearing him say it was arousing too, and it made me wonder why you never said things like that when we were having sex.
The black stripper was entertaining two women that were sucking at his cock and balls, but when his friend got to him and pointed toward me the black stripper broke away and headed to the stage. I started to get worried again, seeing him coming at me his dick seemed bigger than I remembered and I feared having it inside me, but I knew that it would come to that. Knowing that he would reach the stage, climb up and come behind the screen with me, and that I would have him inside me not only made me afraid, but it also turned me on more than I had been that whole evening.
With the other two strippers I had felt powerful, in control, but seeing this huge, black dick coming toward me was sapping my confidence. I knew that however he wanted to fuck me, whatever position he wanted to put me in, I would be powerless to resist and probably wouldn’t want to. As he climbed onto the stage and closed the distance between us I knew that the only real limit I had left was that I didn’t want him to fuck me in clear view of all of my friends, and I was suddenly thankful for the screen. It would have been shameful, I thought, for all my friends to see me getting fucked by a black man. And as lewd, sluttly, and shameful as I thought it would be… all I could think about at the moment that his hand touched my body was his big, black dick buried inside me.
Gently he ran his hands over my body, and it helped calm me down a little. There behind the screen it felt like he and I were sharing a dirty secret as he explored me. His fingers tweaked my nipples as he ran over my breasts, he slipped one finger inside my pussy and felt my wetness, and when he slipped a finger inside my asshole he whispered, “Did you enjoy getting your ass fucked?" I nodded weakly in response, his probing fingers were eradicating any last willpower that I had. "Do you want me to fuck you?”, he asked.
Again all I could manage in response was a weak nod. “Do you want me to fuck your ass or your pussy?”, he asked me removing his fingers. Before I could respond he stuck two of his fingers in my mouth and I tasted myself on them. It was so dirty it turned me on more, again it was something that you had never done with me. Finally though I managed to shake my head no. “Why don’t you want me to fuck your ass?”, he asked me.
“I’m afraid you’re too big”, I meekly replied.
“We’ll do this easy then”, he said sitting down in the chair. He pulled me toward him and gently guided me onto his lap facing him. I slowly lowered myself down, allowing his hard, black dick entry to my pussy. The sensation was overwhelming, he was much thicker than the other strippers were, and I felt myself being torn apart. Pain shot up into me and I stopped lowering myself. His large hands were on my hips, holding me steady.
Eventually the pain disappeared and my pussy started getting warm again. I slipped a little lower and more of his hardness pushed into me. Pain was mixing with the pleasure that I was feeling, and every inch that I took him deeper increased both. It got to the point where I didn’t care about the pain anymore, the pleasure was so intense, so much greater than anything I’d ever felt, that I couldn’t think about anything else but the black cock inside me.
And then I felt my legs touch his, our laps coming together, he was completely inside me. Fire burned inside me, and as he started rocking back and forth. The motion made his cock slide in and out of me slightly, and waves of pleasure surged up through my body. When the pain had disappeared I lifted myself up and felt the length of his cock slide out until just his huge head was inside of me. Sitting back down was easier than I thought it would be, I was so wet that I had no problem coming completely down on him. As soon as I had him completely inside me I started cumming.
Both of us didn’t waste any more time, he could see that my pain was gone and I was going crazy I was cumming so hard. Our bodies started slamming into each other with such a force that the chair was rocking on the stage. I was able to look over the screen as we fucked, the other strippers entertaining my friends around the room, and one of my bridesmaids had one guy fucking her from behind while she sucked another cock. Watching her do that pushed me into another orgasm, building on the strength of my first one.
When I was able to think again, catching my breath, holding my self down on the huge, black cock buried in me I whispered to the stripper beneath me, “I want to try another guy”. He looked into my eyes, smiled, eager to please me and made a motion to get up. “No no”, I said pushing him back down into the chair. “I mean…”, I hesitated suddenly shy again to ask for what I wanted, “With you here too”.
Understanding sparked in his face and he told me, “You can just wave a guy over here, any one you want. It’s your night and we’re here for you”. I manged to get the attention of the stripper closest to the stage, it was the stripper with the average sized dick that I had just been with. Waving at him over the screen, he quickly finished letting my friend suck whipped cream off his dick, and then he came up onto the stage. When he got behind the screen he was finally able to see the position I was in, sitting on his black stripper friend, and the huge cock buried in my cunt.
He smiled at me and then stepped up behind me and asked, “What do you want me to do for you?”
I still had some of his cum dripping from my ass, and I leaned back to whisper in his ear, “Fuck my ass again. While I sit here like this”. To make my point completely clear I bounced a little, showing him the huge black cock moving in and out of me. Wasting no time he positioned himself directly behind me, placed the head of his dick against my asshole, and pushed forward.
There was little resistance, my ass was already lubed from his previous fucking and his cock was covered in saliva from my friends, I wasn’t sure how many. For a while I couldn’t move, the feeling of being completely stuffed was too much for me. My breaths were coming short and quick, every inch that he pushed into me seemed another impossibility that I was able to take so much.
Once he was halfway in he started pumping in and out, moving himself a little deeper each time. Each thrust was the most amazing thing I had ever felt, even with all the things I had felt that night. The pressure of the two cocks inside of me was causing me to be rubbed in every spot I had. My filled ass causing my pussy to feel tighter and my stuffed cunt causing my ass to feel tighter, and both of them together making me feel every movement of the two men inside me.
Every orgasm that I had that night was stronger than any orgasm I’d had before, including all of the times I was with you. Discovering that I could have more than one orgasm while having sex was new, discovering that I could have one orgasm break directly into another was new, and with two cocks inside of me I discovered that I could have more than one type of orgasm and have them at the same time. The huge black cock fucking my pussy was making me cum like crazy, and the pressure of the cock in my ass was causing the black dick to rub me everywhere imaginable. My clit was being pushed forward from all the dick inside me, and it was rubbing against the body of the stripper below me as I rocked back and forth against him.
I fucked them like this for fifteen minutes, maybe twenty, I was completely losing sense of everything except the feeling in my own body. They were both whispering in my ears, telling me how tight I was, how beautiful I was, how hot my body was, how good it felt to fuck me, and how they loved making me cum. At the same time I was whispering back to them how much I loved the feeling of having them both inside me, how I loved their cocks, how I wanted to feel both of them cum in me, and how I wanted them to never stop fucking me.
Talking dirty like that and hearing them talk dirty to me just made the whole experience more arousing for me, it made me feel like such a slut. When the black stripper said to me, “You’re such a beautiful cock slut. You’re such a whore for my big black dick. Cum on my cock, show me what a slut you are”, my mind exploded in orgasm. My entire body shook, my feet came up off the floor as I felt myself sink all my weight down onto his huge dick, and I convulsed uncontrollably.
Eventually I ran out of energy, I couldn’t move anymore, my body was turning to jello, and I didn’t think I could continue without passing out. I had lost count of how much I had cum, and as I collapsed onto the black stripper in the chair beneath me I felt truly satisfied for the first time in my life.
The two strippers had slowed their motions, but they were still fucking me slowly. Even though I felt the sensations rising within me again I had to stop. As I got up, feeling both of their cocks withdraw from me, I wondered what it would feel like to have three men fucking me at the same time, and to feel them all cumming inside me at once. I lay down on a pile of towels behind the screen, spent, trying to catch my breath.
Feeling like a dirty whore, knowing the pleasure I brought to them, was the best feeling I ever had. My friends had paid for the strippers for the entire evening, and as it got late more and more of my friends left. Eventually there were very few of us left, and talking with the strippers I discovered that they were paid for the night, not just the show at the club.
So I went with all five of them to a hotel nearby where we all spent the night. We were there until almost noon the following day, and over the course of the night I got to feel what it was like to have three cocks inside me, and feel them all cum. The men were amazing, even after cumming they were able to get their dicks hard again within fifteen minutes. We fucked all over the hotel room, in the bathroom, on the bed, on the table, in the chair, and even in front of the window that looked into the courtyard.
I spent the entire night in ecstasy, for hours I did nothing but get fucked in every way that I could be. So when they invited me to perform with them I didn’t even think about hesitating. They explained that they performed “couple shows”, where two performers got paid to fuck while people watch. Usually they performed in private clubs for bachelor parties, but they talked about all the possibilities and it was just so exciting that I couldn’t wait to get started.
I started working with them the following night, what was supposed to be our wedding night, I went with one of the guys to perform at a bachelor party. Right there in front of nearly thirty strange men my male companion and I fucked each other for nearly an hour straight, in every position I could think of. That night I discovered that most groups will pay extra to interact with the performers, and I was paid five hundred dollars to be with the bachelor in private… and all he wanted to do was tit fuck me! He was so horny and drunk that he came in less than two minutes, spewing his load all over my chest and then fell asleep. I was somewhat disappointed, but when I returned to the group I climbed right back on the male stripper and we fucked for the rest of the show.
Since then I’ve performed five or six nights a week, every week. My favorite performances are the ones for female audiences, we always bring multiple men along. The woman always get so worked up that they want to interact with the men, leaving me to enjoy myself as I will with one or two of the guys at a time. Most of my favorite memories are from female parties, especially the ones where they want to interact with me, but I also really enjoy the performances for small groups of men. Those shows usually get the men so worked up that they’re willing to pay any amount to be able to touch me. There’s nothing like having eight pairs of hands groping me while getting my pussy filled by a huge cock.
That’s why I couldn’t marry you, I knew you wouldn’t want me now and I knew that you wouldn’t be able to please me. I’m very happy in my new life, and I hope you can be happy in yours. Please don’t try to contact me.

Leanne