I walked home from the hotel Sunday afternoon, and it was a beautiful, warm, sunny day. I admit I was sore, but walking seemed to help somewhat. On my way home, I received a text from Martin, explaining how happy the men were with my party and thanking me for inviting them. It was Martin who invited them, but I was the one who made them happy. He also told me not to plan anything for Saturday night as he had something big in mind.
I asked him about the plans, and he said he'd explain everything on Saturday morning and that I would have a ton of fun. Then, it occurred to me that he had deposited money at my neighborhood bar to host a bachelor party on Saturday night, so I questioned him about it. He confirmed that there would be a party at my bar on Saturday night but couldn't elaborate right now. I assumed that the bachelor party and my event were separate.I went home to change clothes and meet my girlfriend at the corner bar for a drink mid-afternoon. I entered, and the bartender said, smiling.
"Hey Maddie, how was your night?"
I looked at him, funny. He usually doesn't pay any attention to me.
"Umm, good," I replied.
I ordered a drink at the bar. The bartender delivered my drink and said,
"I hear the party Saturday night here is really going to be something,"
"What party?" I asked, clueless.
"You know the big bachelor party you and your friend are having here," he said excitedly.
"Oh, oh yeah, that's a party for some guy he knows. It's not my party,".
"Oh, don't worry, I won't say anything," he said, smiling at me funny.
"Umm, OK, whatever," I said, totally confused.
I went to sit at a table to wait for my friend so things wouldn't get any weirder. While having drinks, my girlfriend said she was at the bar last night, and the manager and two bouncers were asking about me.
"What did they want," I asked.
"Well, the manager asked where you were if you were working tonight," she told me.
"Really? He doesn't know me. Why would he ask that," I asked, bewildered.
"I don't know, but it was creepy." She relayed.
"What did the bouncers ask you?" I probed.
"That was even creepier, Maddie. They wanted to know if you had a boyfriend because they didn't want to get in trouble with him. What are they talking about, Maddie?" she asked concerned.
"I don't know, I don't even know the bouncers here, and I don't have a boyfriend. This is crazy," I said, alarmed.
"We'll they seem to know you," she replied.
I changed the subject quickly but couldn't get the conversation out of my mind. After drinks, I went home and surveyed the damage to my pussy and ass from last night's party. I was sore, but everything looked normal, even after taking on a dozen huge cocks. I was sure my sexual future included having sex with multiple men, but how often, I wasn't sure, so I texted Martin.
"Hey, so how often do you see me having these parties,"
"Well, there is a growing list of men that want to see you," He offered.
"I see, so like once a month? or something like that?" I asked.
"No, more like once a week, I was thinking," he replied.
"Wow, I'll have to think about that; once a week could be a lot," I responded.
"Well, maybe you could fuck more guys, that would help also," He countered.
"Martin, I hardly ever fucked before I fucked eight of you on the train and then a dozen of your friends last night. How many are you thinking," I asked nervously.
"Um, maybe twenty or twenty-five," He stated.
"Twenty-five! Are you serious," I replied, alarmed.
"We can discuss it later. You can always try it and stop if it becomes too much," He added.
"Yeah, I wouldn't get my hopes up on that one," I replied skeptically.
I thought about bringing up the weird stuff happening at my bar since we were there last, but I didn't believe he knew anything about it.
The week went by fast; work was hectic, and I went and bought some sexy clothes for future parties. I stayed away from the corner bar to keep things from getting any weirder. I woke up Sat morning refreshed and excited to see what Martin secretly had in store for me on Saturday night. I texted him in the morning but did not hear from him. I texted him at noon, asking what the plan was for the night. Finally, he texted, saying he was super busy but wanted to meet him at the bar by my house at nine pm.
I texted back, concerned, "Martin, why would I meet at my bar? Isn't there a bachelor party there tonight?
"Yes, I need your help at the party tonight. Meet me at the bar's back door at nine," he said.
"I thought we were having another party with guys from your blog?" I asked.
"Well, these guys are from my blog. They are the guys we're having the party for," he responded.
"No! Martin, this is my bar. The people that work there know me and my friends, I can't be at my home bar doing stuff," I replied frantically.
"Don't worry, Maddie, I'm not sure how things will play out. I have a mask to cover your face so the people at the bar won't recognize you," he assured me.
"Martin, I am not OK with this. It's too close to home for me.
"Madilyn, I won't force you to do anything you don't want to, so if you don't want to show up, I understand and wish you luck in the future. I hope I can find someone at this late hour to help me out," he said, slamming the door on me.
I was stunned that he would cut the cord and cast me adrift. I was deathly afraid of the people from the bar and possibly my friends finding out about my new pastime. But I couldn't lose Martin either, and he was my lifetime to the men I needed to satisfy my new sexual perversion. I flopped down on my bed and covered my face, trying to figure out what to do. Was he planning on me fucking men in the bar? Or was I helping by serving drinks? I had no clue. I texted him again.
"Am I expected to fuck tonight?" I asked.
"The groom and groomsmen, other than that, it's a grey area." He replied.
Well, at least I knew what I was expected to do, although I wasn't on board. At first, I thought, now way, I'd do that, and then I started thinking about what I'd lose if Martin cut me off. How could I find guys like Martin provided who are safe, well-mannered, and sexy? I had a big decision to make. Martin did say I'd have a mask to conceal my identity. If it were just the groom and groomsmen, I'd probably be out of there fairly early and not get recognized. Slowly, the fear of Martin abandoning me pushed me to agree.
"OK, the groom and groomsmen, and you'll have a mask to keep me anonymous?" I texted back.
"Yes, I'll have a mask to conceal your identity. That's the plan right now," he replied.
"OK, nine o'clock behind the bar," I replied.
"Great, you're the best. I have an outfit for you to wear, so you can wear street clothes," he replied.
"OK," I replied.
I was very nervous. I was concerned I'd be identified and my friends would find out. Many times during the afternoon, I thought about canceling, but the consequences stopped me. I was still unsure at seven o'clock, but at that point, I knew I had to do it, no matter how much I was troubled by it. I
I showered, shaved, and made myself pretty. I dressed and started to walk to the bar. I saw the bouncers outside and changed my route so they wouldn't notice me. I got to the bar a few minutes before nine and waited until precisely nine to open the back door.
"Great, you're here. Come to the pool hall with me," Martin said.
The pool hall, typically busy and loud, was dark and quiet. I heard a loud noise coming from the bar, which sounded like a full house.
"How many people are here, Martin?" I asked.
"Umm, maybe thirty or thirty-five," he said
"Wow, that's a lot of men," I said, getting more nervous.
"I wouldn't worry about it, Maddie. Here, put this costume on," he said.
I looked at the costume,
What is this thing, Martin?" I asked, alarmed.
"It's a French maid's costume," he answered calmly.
I took off my clothes and put on the bottom part, which was no more than a tiny black apron that barely covered my pussy, thigh-length black fishnet stockings, and a bra that caught the underside of my breast and pushed them up. They sat up firm and uncovered, my ugly puffy nipple sticking straight out., a tiny pillbox hat, and a black ornate mask that covered my eyes and nose. I looked in the mirror; I looked like a whore..
"Martin, I can't wear this out there," I protested.
"Why?" He snarled.
"It's obscene," I countered.
"OK, Madilyn. Take it off and go home. I'll scramble to find someone else," he growled.
"Can you find someone else?" I asked.
"Not likely," He retorted.
"Alright, what do I do now," I said dejectedly.
Martin reached into a cooler, pulled out two cans of whipped cream, and handed it to me.
"Go out in the bar and give the guys whipped cream shots," he said softly.
"OK, do you have shot glasses for them, or are they at the bar?" I asked cluelessly.
"Haha, no, sweetie, you put a dollop of whip cream on your nipples, and the guys lick or suck it off," he said as if everyone should know that.
"What the fuck, are you serious?" I screamed.
"No girls do it at all bachelor parties. It's a normal activity," he reassured me.
"I can't fucking believe you tricked me into this," I screamed.
"Madilyn, take off the costume and go home, really," he said as he walked into the bar.
So that was it. My fetish was short-lived. If I didn't do as he said, I'd be out. I looked again in the mirror, the mask did hide all my features, and my tits did look good being served up on a platter, round and firm, but with my ugly puffy nipples. I was torn about what to do. I noticed Martin had left three of the pills he had given me last week, and they helped me get in the mood at the party. I looked in the mirror once more, took the pills, and headed toward the bar.
The crowd of men roared when I entered the bar, most whistling and clapping. I was immediately handed a shot, downed it, and walked around the room. Noticing the groom, I approached him and put a dollop of whipped cream on my nipple. H he sucked my nipple into his mouth, pinching it softly, my pussy responding. I gave the groomsmen shots, all of them sucking in my nipples.
Every time I turned around, I was offered a shot, and I never refused them. I was so afraid that the bar employees would recognize me. I ran out of whipped cream and grabbed another can from the pool hall cooler, which was still dark and empty. I was already buzzed and feeling no pain. I noticed that Martin had left another two pills out for me, so I swallowed them. My pussy was boiling from the men in the bar sucking my tits. I continued shot service as men began to get more bold.
There was no back to my costume, so my butt was bare, and just a flap of cloth covered my pussy. The men began to fondle my butt and tits, and I let cop all the feels they wanted. The men had been told they couldn't touch my pussy, and except for the groom, everyone behaved. Sexually I was on fire, I was drunk, horny, and ready for anything. Looking at the crowd of men, I wondered how many I could fuck. Martin found me in the crowd,
"Come on, baby, time to start the show," He whispered.
"Wait, what show?" I asked drunkenly.
Martin pulled me away from the crown and back into the hall by the back hall. There was a cardboard cake.
"OK, Maddie, let's get you out of that outfit and into the cake. When I push you out there, a song will play, and when it's over, you pop up through the flap on the top of the cake and go to the groom. He'll know what to do," Martin explained.
"Alright," I slurred.
I noticed the hallway was lighter than before. I looked, and the pool hall lights were on. I looked closer, and on the middle pool table was a thin mattress, a wooden box on the floor in front of it, and one on the side of the table. On the table next to it were a stack of towels, a few bottles, and tubes of something.
"Martin, what's that stuff in the pool hall for," I asked.
"That's for the groom and the groomsmen," he answered as though I shouldn't be concerned.
"OK, baby lets go," he said
I took my mask off so I could get undressed. Martin took off the bra holding my tits and my apron, then rolled my stockings down. I took them off.
OK, baby in the cake," He ordered.
I climbed inside and kneeled so the cover could be lowered.
"OK, baby, good luck and enjoy," he said, smiling.
"Oh my God, Martin, no," I cried.
The cake rolled down the hall, and the music started. I panicked. Where was my mask?
"OH FUCK!" I screamed.
If I jumped out of the cake, the bar's employees would recognize me, and if I didn't, they would grab me and pull me out. I was freaking out when the music stopped. The men started chanting.
"Cake, cake, cake, cake."
My life was over. I lifted the lid and stepped out, naked for all the men to see. I looked at the bar, and the bartender and the two bouncers were laughing. I glanced at the groom and the groomsmen, and they were naked. The groom grabbed my hand, leading me down and into the pool hall, followed by the entire party. I was hoisted onto the pool table and placed on my hands and knees. The groom positioned himself behind me, and his best man in front of me.
Both the men sank their cocks into me to the roar of the crowd. Fucked from both ends, a line formed at the end of the pool table as men lined up for their shot at me. I saw the bar manager directing traffic and ensuring the booze was still flowing and the cash register ringing. My pussy was on fire, and I fucked like a wild shrew. The groom came in my pussy after a minute and was replaced by another groomsman, the crowd booing his poor performance. The man I was blowing came in my mouth and announced to the crowd,
"This little slut swallows,"
Which enticed another roar from the crowd. The second cock in my pussy sent me into a colossal orgasm before another cock was shoved into my mouth.
"Yeah, yeah, fuck me, fuck me, fuck my ass too," I squealed loudly.
Someone quickly took me up on the offer and climbed on the table shoved a tube of lube in my ass, then laid under me, and the two men switched holes, one finding my butthole, the other my snatch. The men roared their approval, and more men got naked, and the line for my pussy grew longer. Men were plowing through my holes, I was having rolling orgasms, and the bar employees constantly came to the edge of the table offering their encouragement. The men changed my position every few guys, and I had three cocks in me all night. Finally, they put the mattress on the floor and made me squat fuck men at the start of the second round. I was sucking cocks, but now the men would pull their cocks out of my mouth and cum on my face and in my hair. I had never been degraded like that before, and it was making me so hot. I licked sperm off my lips as it dripped down my face.
I looked on in horror as I saw the bouncers and bartenders with their phones out filming me. My life was over in this town, I thought. I continued to work hard fucking and sucking the men's cocks, and the men continued to paint my face with their cum. Then, The bar employees approached me.
"That's a girl, only twenty men left. You can do it, baby," the manager said.
"Wow, you're something, Maddie. I never had a clue," Said one bouncer.
"Don't wear yourself out before it's my turn," the other bouncer told me.
By the end of the night, the manager, bartender, and both bouncers had fucked me in my pussy and my ass. My life was ruined. My life in town was destroyed. I'd been fucked by the employees of the bar, and they had a video of me performing. There was zero chance my friends wouldn't find out my secret. But tonight, I wanted to fuck, and I put all my effort into it. I was involved in a full-scale gangbang. I came so many times I could never count. I was awoken by Martin at three o'clock on the pool table.
"Come on, baby. The parties over time to go home," Martin said.
"What, it's over already, where's everyone at?" I asked deliriously.
Martin carried me naked to his car, the bouncers bringing my clothes and party outfit and handing it to me.
"Maddie, the Manager said you drink for free from now on," The bouncer announced proudly.
I told Martin where I lived, and he drove me home, carried me to my apartment, and put me in bed. I awoke slowly on Sunday morning, opening one eye and looking at the clock on my nightstand. It read eleven o'clock, I had a splitting headache, and every part of my body ached. I dragged myself to the kitchen and made some tea, but my jaw was so sore I could barely drink it. I needed a warm bath, and after starting it, I looked in the mirror.
My neck was covered in hickeys, my tits had bruises and bite marks all over them, My hips had bruises all over them, and my pussy and asshole stung like a thousand bee stings. I sat in the tub for an hour, and it felt so good. Then my phone pinged, and it was my friend Jen.
"Did you hear what happened at the bar last night?" she texted.
"No," I replied.
"They had a private party there, and some girl fucked forty men in the pool hall," She stated.
I froze. My biggest fear was happening, and it was coming out that I was the girl.
"Umm, Jen, who told you this?" I asked.
"Chris, the bouncer," she replied.
I immediately texted Martin, relaying my fears and blaming him for ruining my life. I received a text from him immediately.
"Maddie, I don't understand. I paid the bartender, bouncers, and manager five hundred dollars each to buy their silence. I'll handle this," he replied.
I decided to find out how Jen had talked to Chris, the bouncer, so I texted her back.
"Jen, how did Chris tell you? Did he text you?"
"No, I'm at the bar at Sunday brunch, " he told me. From the way he was talking, it seemed he knew the girl. I'm going to ask him who it was," She texted back.
My heart was in my throat, and my friend was about to find out I was a gangbang slut. I'd have to move; I couldn't stay in this town.
I dragged myself from the tub, put lotion all over my body, and laid down on the couch. I started thinking about the party, and I wondered how many men I fucked. It had to be an awful lot. I went through four cans of whipped cream, every man there sucked my boobs. I'd been gangbanged before, but this time the feeling was overwhelming but incredible. Then my phone pinged. It was Jen. I stared at my phone, afraid to open her text message. I knew Chris had told her it was me that was gangbanged.
I took a deep breath and opened the message, thinking I might as well get it over with.
"Oh, my God, Madilyn, they just fired Chris, the manager just walked him out of the bar,"
"What? Why?" I responded in shock.
"The manager approached me and said he was spreading lies about the party. The story about the girl was false," Jen responded.
Minutes later, I received a text from Martin, "Handled," it read.
I had dodged a bullet, but for how long would the other guys keep quiet about my performance at the bachelor party. I'd made a big mistake and It was going to impact my calm little life in the desert.