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     "Don't worry about being recognized.  He and all his other all
friends live quite a distance away from here.  When I first heard
about the party and got this idea, I discretely inquired if any of
them know you or ever have any dealings with the industry you work
in.  Luckily, none of them do.  There should be about fifteen or twenty
guys there."

     "Twenty guys?  What do you mean when you say I'll 'be their
entertainment for the night?'  What will I have to do?" she asked
nervously.

     "Good question," he replied.  What do you have to do?  Well,
several things, actually.  You'll wait in another room for the first
half of the party.  During that time, we'll do some drinking, give
him some gag gifts and then watch a few porno movies.  I got some
rally raunchy ones.  There's one with a horse that you'd have to see
to believe.  I saw it and I'm still not sure I believe it.

     "Anyway, after the flicks, when the guys are half blitzed from
the booze and probably pretty horny from the movies, I'll put on some
loud rock music with a heavy beat.  That'll be your signal to come
in.  All our chairs will be in a big circle around the perimeter of
the room.  Just walk to the center of the circle and start dancing.
I want you to dance very sexily, really hot you know, with a lot of
hip and titty shaking, like a slutty Go-Go dancer, so to speak."

     "How will I have to dress?", she asked, apprehension readily
apparent in her voice.

     "You'll come out wearing just what you have on now," he answered.
Claire felt herself relax a bit.

     Then Tony continued.  "After the first number, I want you to
start stripping as you dance."

     She immediately felt her relaxation dissipate.  "Stripping?
You mean taking off my clothes?  In front of all those drunk, horny
men?"

     "Yes," he said with a totally unruffled flair that only he would
even attempt to pull off in a situation like this, "taking off your
clothes.  What did you think I meant?  Anyhow, don't take them all
off at once.  Drag it out to increase the suspense.  Make it last
for several numbers.  As you expose more and more of your body, make
sure you feel yourself up and stuff, rubbing your tits, sucking your
own nipples and rubbing your twat.  Remember to shake those big tits
of yours a lot, too.  Strip off everything except the waist cincher,
garter belt, stockings and heels.  Guys really get off on an outfit
like that.  Finish up by lying on the floor on your back with your
legs spread wide and raised.  The room has nice, thick carpeting,
so you should be comfortable.  Then finger fuck yourself until you
reach a climax."

     "Tony, I don't think I can do this.  Not with all those men
watching me at the same time.  The other times we had somebody else
with us were different.  It was only one other person, but in front
of fifteen other guys, I just don't think I can bring myself to do
it.  Please don't make me do this," she pleaded.

     "It'll be fifteen or twenty guys, I'm really not sure how many
will actually show up.  As for your eloquent petition for a pardon,
well girl, I don't really care if you think you can do something like
that in front of all those men or not.  I want you to do it, I'm
telling you to do it and you're going to do it, and that's the end
of that.  It's just not a subject for discussion.

     "Now, where was I?  Oh, yes.  As I was saying, after you finish
your last number and jerk off for the crowd, you'll get up, go over
to the guest of honor, and dance right in front of him.  I'll stick
a silly hat on his head so you can pick him out easily.  Shake those
mondo tits right in front of his face, trap his head between them
and rub them all over his face.  Then you'll sit on his lap and rub
your bare ass around on his crotch.  If he hasn't put his hands on
you by that time, give him the idea by taking one of his hands and
putting it on your tits, and the other and putting it between your
legs.  He'll like that slick pussy of yours.  Pull his head down and
make him suck your
nipples too."

     "Is everybody going to be watching me while I do all that to
him?" she asked, her head still reeling.

     "What?  Yes.  Of course everybody else will be watching.  I'm
sure they'll be watching closely, very closely, and probably cheering
you on.  I don't think too many guys will be taking a piss break while
you're on.  Are you following this so far?

     "Yes, I think so, but I've still got some big reservations about
actually doing it."

     "Just leave the fucking reservations to the Indians," he said
in a loud, angry voice.  "That's the last I want to hear about them,
O.K.?"

     "O.K.," she replied submissively.

     "Alright," he said, his voice dropping to a normal tone once
again.  "When you've got him good and hot, you'll slip down onto your
hands and knees in front of his chair, open his pants and take out
him cock.  Stroke it for a while and then suck him off until he comes
in your mouth.  Don't forget to swallow his come.

     "After he comes, suck his cock some more to get it hard again.
Then pull his pants and shirt completely off, drag him down on top
of you on the floor, and let him fuck you.  It would probably be a
good thing if you reached down between your body and his, grabbed
his cock and stuffed it up your twat.  That's always a nice touch.
It feeds the male ego by making the guy think that you need his prick
inside you so badly you can't wait for him to do it.  I know I like
it a lot when a woman does that.  Then simply give him a real good
screwing until he comes.  Let him decide whether he wants to come
in your pussy, or pull out at the last minute before he comes and
either shoot it all over you, or stick it in your mouth again and
come down your throat.  After all, he is the guest of honor, so let
him make his deposit wherever he wants to.  Do you think you can handle
that?"

     It really didn't sound all that terrible, Claire thought, trying
to convince herself that somehow all this was kind of normal.  After
all, she had gone to bed with both Tony and Jim at the same time,
and Jim was a stranger before that night.  What did it matter if she
did one more stranger.  The only difference would be all those other
guys watching them.  Maybe she could block them out of her mind, just
make believe they weren't there.  Yes, that was it, she decided, she'd
just ignore them.

     Tony interrupted her reverie.  "Well? I asked you a question.
Aren't you listening to me?  I said, do you think you cal handle all
that?"

     "I'm sorry," she said.  I was just thinking about what you were
saying.  Yes, I think I can handle it O.K.  I'm sure I can, for you.
When I get through with all that, then I'll finished, right?  Can
I just pick up my clothes and run out of the room so we can go
somewhere and be alone together for a while?"

     "Finished?  No, not by a long shot," Tony laughed.  "After you're
done with that, I want you to extricate yourself from him gently,
and then simply go around to the rest of the guys and see if they
want blowjobs or want to fuck you in the pussy or ass."

     "All of them?" she asked incredulously.

     "Yes, of course all of them.  We can't leave anybody out, can
we.  These guys are paying for this party, and I'm pretty sure they're
all going to want to get a shot a you.  I want you to make sure that
everybody there comes at least once, more if they want to and can
get it up again.  Along those lines, you may have to leave some of
them alone for a while after their first climax and come back again
later if they want more.  We'll cut off the festivities about 1:00
a.m.  That should give us plenty of time.

     "Remember, everybody there has to come at least once, except
the guest of honor of course.  He has to come twice.  Those are the
rules you have to go by.  Believe it or not, it is possible that some
of them may not want to participate actively.  If that happens, it's
up to you to use your feminine wiles to convince them.  If you're
not successful, I'll have to punish you and I'll increase the amount
and intensity of the punishment incrementally for each guy who you
fail to get to participate actively and to come at least once.  I'll
be watching closely the whole while and keeping track of that all
night, so do your best.

     "When all the men there are satisfied, and nobody wants any more
sex from you, gather up your clothes, give the guest of honor a long,
hot and messy goodbye kiss on the mouth, thank everyone and leave.
Wait for me in the next room and I'll be a little while later to take
you home.  One more thing, you can get dressed while you wait for
me, but don't get cleaned up in any way, no matter how messy you are,
and you could get pretty messy with all those guys shooting their
come on and in you.

     "Oh, by the way, we'll be arriving a little before the guests
do.  Before they get there, I'm going to hide a video camera in the
room.  It'll be in the exhaust vent on the wall opposite the windows.
Nobody knows about this except you and me.  It will remain our little
secret.  Try to remain conscious of that while you're dancing, fucking
and sucking.  As much as you can, position yourself so the camera
has a good angle on your activities at all times.  The guest of honor
will be sitting on that side of the room, so it will seem like you're
playing to him when you'll really be playing to the camera.  It's
a 2 hour tape so I'm sure it'll be enough.  I'll retrieve it after
everyone else has left.  If you're good, I may even let you watch
it some time."

     Claire's head was reeling from the impact of what she had to
do and all the detailed instructions involved.  Tony had to go over
the particulars with her again to ensure she had them down.

     They rode the remainder of the trip in silence.  Claire thought
about what Tony wanted her to do.  All those men, all those stiff,
throbbing dicks wanting someplace to hide, and her the only one around
with places to hide them in.  She knew she had to do it, if for no
other reason than because Tony wanted her to do it.  She steeled
herself to the task, and resolved that she had to try.  No, even more
than that, she wouldn't just try, she would do it!

     Her thoughts were suspended by the sound of Tony's voice.  "O.K.
Here we are at the hotel.  Do you remember all your
instructions?"

     "Yes.  I understand what I have to do," she answered quickly.

     "Good.  Try to remember them," he said, and kissed her tenderly
on the lips.  "Let's go inside now.  We wouldn't want to keep them
waiting."

     Tony and Claire entered the hotel and took the elevator up to
the suite.  He left her in one of the bedrooms off the main room where
all the activities were going to take place, and went to install the
video camera and be ready to greet the guests as they arrived.

     While she waited, she started to apply the heavier makeup that
Tony had wanted her to put on.  As she did, she heard the men start
to arrive.  That made her start to get jittery all over again.  Claire
noticed that Tony had left a bottle of vodka in the room along with
some tonic and ice.

     "That's just what I need," she thought, "a drink will help calm
my nerves."  She temporarily interrupted her task and poured herself
one.  As she took her long, first swig, and felt it going down, she
felt grateful to Tony for his thoughtfulness.  When the drink was
gone, she finished putting on her makeup, and then mixed herself
another to sip as she waited.

     The time seemed to go by slowly, slowly enough for Claire to
have a total of four vodka and tonics while she waited.  One would
think that this interval alone would have been an ideal time for her
to give a lot of thought to the state of her life and where it was
going, but she didn't allow those types of things to enter her head.
She just kept her mind blank and awaited her cue.

     When the thumping bass of the rock music started to reverberate
through the door, she was startled for a second.  Even though the
time had seemed to go slowly while she was waiting, in retrospect
it seemed to have flown by.  It was time.  Her adrenaline started
to pump.  She quickly checked her appearance in the mirror one last
time and walked over to the door leading to the main room.  She paused
for a few seconds with her hand on the knob, and took a couple of
deep breaths.  Then she turned it, opened the door, and strutted into
the wolves' den.

     As Claire strode in to the room, the guys started to clap.  She
went straight to the center of their circle of chairs, and began to
dance.  She didn't start taking any of her clothes off until the
beginning of the next song, but when she did, the semi-intoxicated,
more than semi-horny group of men surrounding her began hoot and
applaud loudly.

     At first, she felt extremely self conscious, but the
enthusiasm with which the guys received her, aided and abetted by
the drinks she had consumed herself, seemed to work to relax her and
loosen her up.

     From that moment on, she was a big hit.  All the guys there
understandably took a liking to her pretty face and super figure
immediately.  When she removed her bra, and the crowd got to gawk
at her truly amazing, enormous tits, they went really wild.  She
pranced around the inside edge of the circle of gawking men, just
out of their reach, shaking those king-sized mams in each of their
faces.

     The audience's anticipation rose noticeably had when she began
to strip off her panties, but dropped again as they realized she had
a G-string on underneath.  Then for almost two numbers, Claire played
the crowd, leaving the G-string on as she danced, periodically rubbing
her crotch through it in a highly erotic manner.  As Tony watched
her, he realized that he knew her well enough to recognize that the
lewd expression on her face was not entirely faked.

     When she at last pulled the ties at the sides of the G-string
and let it flutter to the floor, revealing her beautiful, clean shaven
cunt, the men went absolutely bonkers.  As she danced in her stripped
down state, wearing just her waist cincher, garter belt, stockings
and high heels, she looked like the epitome of sex personified.  No
one in their right mind would have believed that this the first time
in her life she had done something like this.

     At the time Claire lay down in the center of the ring of chairs
and masturbated, she felt aroused, but was still to nervous to come,
so she faked her climax, and then proceeded to service the guest of
honor.  Although he offered some resistance when she tried to take
his cock out to blow him, he didn't hold out very long, nor did it
take him very long afterwards to come in her luscious mouth.

     She sucked him hard again and then pulled him on top of her on
the floor, and he started to pound away at her grasping twat.  That
was when she experienced her first orgasm of the night.  There would
be more, many more.

     When Claire had extricated herself from under the guest of honor,
and proceeded to work her sexual magic on the man seated to his right,
the rowdy crowd collectively realized that she was going to permit
them all to have sex with her.  That's when many of them started
crowding around her form, impatiently waiting for their turns as they
cheered on the current recipient of her special talents.

     There were 18 guys at the party, and during the course of the
night all of them but one had sex with her in one form or another,
quite a few of them more than once.  It was one hell of a bachelor
party.

     After Claire finally finished spreading her personal brand of
sexual cheer to the grateful populace, she waited for Tony in the
other room.  She felt slimy and dirty, but Tony had specifically told
her not to wash up, so she didn't, she just put her clothes back on.

     The party broke up very shortly thereafter.  He retrieved the
video tape and camera, got her from the other room, took her to the
car and started to drive her home.  As they drove, he spoke to her.

     "Claire, I have to tell you.  You were absolutely great!  You
were the biggest hit I've ever seen at any bachelor party I've been
at or even heard about.  The guys all loved you.  At least half a
dozen of them asked me for your name and phone number.  I didn't give
it to them, of course, but they pressed me really hard for it.  How
do you feel?"

     "Alright, I guess.  I'm pretty sore between my legs, though,
and my breasts ache a bit from having them squeezed by so many hands,"
she replied.  "My jaw muscles hurt a little, too."

     "I should think you're sore," Tony commented, as he gave a little
laugh. "You had more dick run into you tonight than a $5 whore gets
in a week.  I'll bet you saw more different pricks tonight than in
the whole rest of your life put together.  How many different guys'
cocks have you touched before tonight?"

     "Six, I think, counting you of course."

     "Six?  Who were they?  Let's see, your husband, your ex-husband,
me, Jim and who else?  Who were the other two guys?  Never mind, you
can tell me that story another time.  Anyway, my point is that tonight
you had 17 new ones.  Not bad for a night's work.  In one night, you
more that tripled your cock output, or more precisely your cock input,
for your whole life.  With all the come you have on and in you right
now we could start our own sperm bank.

     "I have to tell you, watching you have sex with all those guys
was a superior turn on for me.  You know, I kept track of your
activities for the whole night.  I even made some notes when nobody
was looking so I wouldn't forget.  Let's review the numbers and see
how you did.

     Tony pulled a small piece of paper out of his shirt pocket and
glanced down at it from time to time as he spoke and drove.  "It looks
like blowjobs were the most popular commodity, so to speak.  You sucked
off 12 different guys, and you blew two of the them twice.  That makes
14 blowjobs in one night.  Not bad, and I'm not even counting those
guys whose cocks you just sucked for a while before they had sex with
you in some other way.  I'm only counting cocks that shot come in
your mouth.  You probably exceeded your protein intake limit for the
week in one night, and you didn't even have any food.

     "You got fucked in the pussy 10 times by 8 different guys.  Boy,
I bet your twat is just loaded with their come!  It must be running
out of you like a river.  I'm not surprised that it's sore.

     "You got fucked in the ass by two guys.  One of them ass fucked
you twice.  That was Tom.  He really liked your asshole, didn't he?
He told me he's wanted to fuck a girl up the ass all his life but
he's never been able to talk any of them into it.  He said he's been
trying to get his wife to spread her butt cheeks for him ever since
they started going out, but she keeps turning him down flat, so you
can be proud of the fact that you fulfilled a lifelong fantasy for
at least one guy tonight.  The way he was staring at your ass near
the end of the night I'll bet he'd have loved to pork your butt again
if he could have gotten it up once more.  He was one of the guys who
kept trying to get your phone number.  I'll have to keep him in mind
for future reference.  I think I could get him to do just about
anything for us as long as I let him get his prick up your ass in
return.  He's not bad looking either, and he's in pretty good shape.

     "Oh, you also gave one guy a hand job.  That was Harry.  He's
always been somewhat held back and shy.  He came pretty good though.
He shot his come all over your tits and then rubbed it in if I remember
correctly, but he seemed a little embarrassed by it afterward.  Well,
at least he got off.

     "O.K.  Now let's cross reference the numbers and see how you
did overall.  You got nine guys to come twice.  Two of them got
blowjobs both times, four came once in your mouth and once in your
pussy, two guys fucked your pussy both times, and one fucked you up
the ass both times.  That was good old Tom.  One guy nailed you three
times, one shot each in the mouth, twat and ass.  That was Juan.
He always was a bit if a lecher.  He's the kind of guy that gives
the P.R.'s a bad rep, all cock and no brains, but he's really a nice
guy once you get to know him.

     "Let's see, that's ten guys that you got to come more than once,
one of them three times, and seven that you got to come once.  Not
bad for one night's work.  Congratulations.

     "We do seem to have a bit of a problem, though.  That makes 17
guys, and there were 18 at the party.  I know you tried really hard
to get a hold of Bert's cock, but he just wouldn't let you at it.
He was a real fucking prude about it, but that didn't seem to stop
him from watching intently every time you latched on to somebody else's
prick.

     "At any rate, even though you were a rousing success tonight,
and I'm really proud of you, because of Bert you did fail to meet
one of the requirements I set at the beginning of the night.  You
remember, don't you?  I said that you had to get everybody at the
party to come at least once.

     Claire began to look a little dejected.  "Yes, I remember," she
said.

     Tony continued.  "It's a real shame.  I even would have counted
it if Bert had whipped out his cock and jerked himself off while he
was watching you with the other guys.  I saw him rubbing his crotch
through his pants a few times.  I thought he actually was going to
do it near the end there when Juan was fucking you up the ass, but
the bottom line is he didn't, and rules are rules.

     "I guess you'll just have to be punished.  I won't do it tonight.
I know you're much to tired and sore, and you did do so well otherwise,
it would be a shame to end the evening like that.  Besides, I need
a while to think about what would be an appropriate punishment, so
we'll postpone that for a while.  Just remember, it's not a full
pardon, it's just a stay of execution, so to speak.

     "Do you really have to punish me?" Claire asked.  I tried my
best.  It's not really my fault."

     "I'm sorry," Tony replied, "but I just can't see any way around
it.  You didn't accomplish what I wanted you to, but don't worry about
it.  I will say this.  Your punishment will be fair.  That doesn't
mean it will be lenient, it just means it will fit the offense.  I'll
let you know when I'm ready to administer it."

     "Well, alright," Claire said.  "If you think you really have
to."

     "I do," Tony commented.  "I do.  Also, I know you need some time
to recuperate, so I won't call you for a couple of weeks.  Besides,
you'll be able to fuck your husband again now, and I'm sure you wan
to concentrate on making him happy."

     They pulled up outside of Tony's house.  "Well, here we are at
my place.  I know you're bushed and sore, but I want you to come inside
with me for a few minutes.  I just have to get a good look at your
body with all that come on it and running out of it.  I'll bring the
camera too so we can record your appearance for posterity.  Then I'll
take you home.  Let's go."

     They went into Tony's bedroom and he filmed her as she stripped
naked.  She was covered with come from head to toe.  It was even in
her hair.  He got some really good shots of her, especially some
closeups of the rivers of come running out of her pussy and asshole.
Her pussy lips were really stretched and slack and her twat hole and
asshole were still spread wide open from the many times they were
penetrated during the night.

     Seeing all this turned Tony on again, so he have her give him
a blowjob, and filmed that too.  After coming in her mouth, he let
her take a shower, filming that as well.  In the process, he got some
good shots of her spraying the shower massage up her twat and ass,
trying to rinse the semi-congealed come out.  After she was done
showering, he film her drying off, and then rubbing some salve on
and in her tender pussy and asshole.

Then he drove her home.  As they pulled up in front of her
building, he said, "Well, Claire, you'd better get yourself some sleep.
You really earned it.  You'll probably be pretty sore for a while,
but keep putting that salve I gave you on and you'll be O.K.  I want
you to know that you did extremely well tonight, and I'm very, very
proud of you.  You should be proud of yourself too.  Sleep well."

     He kissed her gently on the forehead and left.  As he drove off,
he smiled contentedly and fingered the $350 he had collected from
the guys at the party for her services that night. He decided he'd
use some of the money to but her something nice to wear, nice and
sexy, that is.

     Claire went up to her condo undressed quietly, put on a nightgown,
and slipped into bed beside her husband.  Bill was already sound
asleep, so she didn't have to answer any questions about the party.
Thank God for small favors.  She didn't have to make up any lies to
him in her exhausted condition.  She had never been that good a liar
anyway.

     About two and a half weeks later, Tony called her at her office.
"Hi, Claire.  How are you feeling?" he began.

     "Pretty good," she replied.  "I'm not sore anymore, if that's
what you mean."

     "Good," he commented, and then got right down to business.  "Come
directly to my house right after work this Friday, and you'd better
tell your husband you won't be home until Saturday afternoon."

     "You mean we're going to be out all night?  How am I going to
explain that to Bill?" she asked.

     "Tell him you have to go out of town on unexpected business.
He'll understand," he replied.

     "O.K.  What do you want me to wear?"

     "Just dress normally for work.  I'll have clothes for you to
change into when you get here."

     "Alright.  I'll see you on Friday night then," she said.  "Is
that all."

     "It sure is," he answered.  See you Friday.  Bye."



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