Brisbane Escourts Stories | The Bachelor Orgy

I was expecting, at most, 5. There were seven.

That’s 2 more away from a basketball team. One, when it’s volleyball. The first thought I had was, “What have I gotten myself into?” I may be a Brisbane escourts, but that does not mean I am equipped for an orgy.

Brisbane EscourtsI thought I was there for the groom, and some of his friends. Well, I thought I was servicing the groom. I was his friends’ gift to him. I was his last hurrah. But as it turned out, I became every guy’s toy on that bachelor party’s hurrah.

It started with the best friend caressing me, right there. It was passing, but certainly not innocent. He smirked; I gladly grabbed him in return. That solicited a major “whoa” from the party. The best friend is kind of cute – tall, lanky, glasses.

The second incident was with the shortest guy of the group. He fondled my breasts, then sneered at me.

The third was a tug at my breast, plus a finger inside my panties – courtesy of the largest guy, and also the most fuckable.

At that point, I was wet and needing – I needed to fuck one of the guys around. There wasn’t a way I wasn’t going to get out of there not thoroughly fucked. They knew I was available, so I briefly wondered why they are stalling the sex.

I needed to kick it up to full gear, and decided to give all the guys a show. I stripped down my panties and started pleasuring myself with my hands. They were on a long sofa, in various states of lounging, and sobriety.

I opened my thighs and started rubbing my clit, eliciting moaning, both from me and some of the guys. I needed someone to step up and help me, so that we could start a show.

The guys just awkwardly stare at each other. A long silence ensued, followed by covert glances among them, and just when I thought they’re going to chicken out, two of the guys started towards me. One began rubbing my breast, with my bra on. The other replaced my fingers.

At that moment, I needed cock; I wanted it, craved for it. So I said something vulgar, lewd, and desperate – to the tune of exactly that, that I needed someone’s dick in my mouth. Not 30 seconds later, I was rewarded with it. When I looked up, it was the groom.

I lapped that dick, milked it. Soon enough there were sex sounds in the room. One of my hands were then snatched and made to play with another dick. The air suddenly became thick, the dynamics of the environment shifted. Sex was in the air.

The first cock which entered me was thick, and with the groom’s dick inside my mouth, I stifled a satisfied moan. The penetration was deliberate, but punishing, every stroke designed to seek orgasm.

The first cock withdrew, another slid in. And then another, then another. They also took turns ravishing my mouth. I lost count how many dicks I had in me, but I didn’t forget the pleasure I got.

I like to believe at the end of that night I was one of the best Brisbane escourts. Or at least that’s what I thought. Because let me tell you something, getting off seven man in one sitting was not an easy feat to do.

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