I cannot leave the choosing of my best friend's hen night stripper to chance so I contact the agency. "Send me the three biggest cocks you've got," I say, and after a bit of negotiating on the rate for a preview session, they do.
It's a hot afternoon, so I'm wearing nothing but a sheer teddy to let the breeze blow around my big heavy tits, thick nipples and my long blonde hair.
The doorbell rings and in they come, one after the other, each more virile than the last.
The first one's called Tom. He's got a cock like a prize-winning cucumber. "Take it out," I tell him, and he does. It stands tall and proud, a beacon of manhood in the middle of my living room. I stroke it, feeling its heat and girth, but when I ask him if he'd fuck Caroline if she begged for it, he looks at me like I've suggested he swim in a pool of holy water. He's out.
The second one, Mike, is more my type. His cock is like a thick, veiny battering ram, and when I ask him if she would give the Hen a good seeing to, if she asked, he smiles and nods, his eyes shining with greed. But something tells me he's not the one. Not yet.
The third, Jack, is the wildcard. His cock is a monster, a fucking behemoth that makes my knees wobble just looking at it. I ask him the same question, and without missing a beat, he says, "Hell yeah, I'll fuck her until she can't walk straight." That's the spirit Jack!
I tell him to show me what he's got. He wastes no time pushing me onto the couch, spreading my legs, and diving into my pussy like a man starved. He licks and sucks and nibbles until I'm squirming and my tits are bouncing. It's a performance worthy of the fucking opera. When I can't take it anymore, I tell him to get inside me.
Jack doesn't disappoint. He rams his cock into me, filling me up so completely that I can't help but scream. It's a sound that echoes through the house, and my husband, listening from the next room, starts to get excited. He loves watching me with other men. The thought of it makes my pussy even wetter.
Jack fucks me like a man possessed, each thrust sending waves of pleasure crashing through me. I feel my orgasm building, my cunt tightening around him, and just as it hits, he pulls out and showers me in his cum. It's a fucking masterpiece.
"You've got the job," I pant, wiping the mess off my face with the back of my hand. "But before you go, I've got one more request."
I call out to my husband, and he comes running, his cock already hard at the sight of me, sprawled out and sticky. "Let's bring the other two back in," I say. "I think we can all have some fun before you go."
The room fills with the scent of sex and sweat as the three of them take turns fucking me. My big tits are bouncing like water balloons, and my pussy is taking all they can give, stretching and clenching around their thick, hard cocks. The sight of it has my husband on the edge, and I can see him stroking himself, eager to join in.
Mike goes first, his cock sliding in and out of me like a hot knife through butter. He's rough, just how I like it, and I can feel him hitting all the right spots. Then Tom takes his turn, his cock pounding away at my cunt while Jack plays with my tits.
Finally, my husband can't take it anymore. He straddles my face, his cock in front of my mouth, and I suck him deep, tasting the salt and sweat of his desire. It's a symphony of flesh and lust, and I'm the conductor, orchestrating every moan and grunt.
The three of them fill me up, one after the other, until I'm drenched in their cum. It's a fucking mess, but it's the best kind of mess. And when it's all said and done, I know I've made the right choice for Caroline's hen night. These are the kind of memories she'll never forget.
As the strippers get dressed, I am feeling more alive than I have in years. This is what it's all about, I think to myself. The thrill of the hunt, the power of the choice, and the sweet, sticky aftermath.
And my husband? He's still hard after watching three studs service his wife, with a grin that says he's the luckiest man alive. "Thank you, boys," I say, as they leave, my voice dripping with satisfaction. "You've made one hell of a memory for us all." |
