Author: The Great One
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Summary: Jenny knocks on the wrong motel-room door, and is mistaken for the batchelor-party stripper...
Jenny walked down the hotel hallway, carefully holding the bucket of ice in her hands. Her husband was in the room he had bought them for the weekend, getting the hot tub ready. Jenny grinned to herself. She loved her husband dearly. He was so romantic and unpredictable sometimes. He had come home from the office that Friday afternoon, grinned at her coyly and told her he felt like pampering his princess this weekend. And just like that, he whisked her away! With no advance reservations, the only room they could get was at one of the larger chains. But Jenny didn't mind. The important thing was that she would be with her loving husband all weekend, enjoying champagne, bubble baths in the hot tub, and lots of cozy snuggling by the fireplace.
Jenny closed her eyes, imagining with warm anticipation the night that lay ahead. She approached the door to their room and turned the knob.
The door was locked. Silly goose, she thought.
She knocked lightly. From somewhere nearby, she could hear the pounding rhythm of rock music. She didn't like loud music, but was determined not to let anything distract her on this night.
"Darling, are you in there?" Jenny whispered through the door. Jenny's husband didn't respond. She frowned slightly and knocked again, a little harder this time.
She heard footsteps on the other side of the door. She smiled. She looked down at herself. She wanted to dress up for their romantic evening, but her husband had insisted that she looked fine the way she was. He told her to pack whatever she wanted as quickly as she could, they were going to hop in the car right away. She was wearing one of his white dress shirts with the button-down collars over a pair of faded denim jeans she liked to wear around the house. Her shirt was untucked and hung down to her thighs, the back covering most of her ass. She had unbuttoned the two top buttons, a daring move for her, but she was very relaxed this evening.
Jenny heard the deadbolt click in the door. The doorknob turned and the door opened.
"'bout friggin' time." What?, Jenny thought. She looked up toward her husband's face.
"Your voice sounds kinda gravelly". She stopped. She was staring into the pale, freckled face of some tall red-headed guy.
Jenny blushed. She bit her lower lip. "Um, excuse me, I'm so sorry…" The man grabbed her by her upper arm.
"You were supposed to be here a half hour earlier, LET'S GO!" Jenny was yanked into the room. The man slammed the door behind her. Several cubes of ice jumped out of the bucket as she stumbled forward into the foyer. The rock music grew louder. It was coming from inside this room. This room that was clearly not her room. No bubble bath. No fireplace. No champagne. And definitely no husband.
But plenty of men. About a dozen of them, some on the bed, a few standing, some sitting on the desk and dresser. The room was heavy with smoke. It smelled of nicotine, beer, and aftershave.
"My hus…I went to get some ice…and….I guess…well…oh boy…sorry…" Jenny gulped. The redhead tossed her forward, past the entryway and into the room.
"Here she is boys, as promised! Eddie," he said, "this is your night man!" The redhead stood next to Jenny and pointed to a dark-haired guy sitting on the bed. He looked to be in his early twenties. He was wearing a plaid flannel shirt, jeans, and a pair of workboots. He hadn't shaved in a while. And, like the rest of them, he was clearly drunk.
"It's his last night as a free man, honey," the redhead said. "Looks like you got the shy, girl-next-door routine down pat. Love the 'clothes-around-the-house' look. Can only imagine what the ice is for. Eddie loves 'em shy, doncha Eddie?" Deep laughter from the men in the room. "Show him your stuff baby!"
Jenny's knees buckled. "You don't understand…I'm not the g-g-girl you think I am…"
"Course not," one of the other guys shouted out. "Yer just doin' this to pay yer way through school. We know. But school's expensive sweetheart, so get to work!" The redhead slapped her on the ass. Jenny jumped.
"I think she wants the money up front, Carl," someone said.
"Well, don't worry baby you'll get paid. Here's an advance. Up front." The redhead pulled a wad of bills out of his shirt pocket. He walked up to Jenny, grabbed the front of her blouse with one hand, and shoved the wad of bills down her cleavage with the other. Jenny grabbed the front of her blouse and clutched at the money through the fabric, a delayed reaction to Carl's sudden grope.
"Thrill him, baby, it's his last night of thrills!" The redhead cracked up.
Jenny stood there. She felt trapped. She began to shiver a little. She clutched the bills between her tits. Oh God, she had to get out of this room. Who did they think she was?
"Maybe she wants us to strip her," one of the guys suggested. "She's like a present for Eddie, man. And this present, see, it needs unwrappin!"
"Yeah," Carl said, through a leering grin. "So let's unwrap her." Three of them converged on her. Jenny dropped the ice bucket.
Two of the guys grabbed Jenny by the arms. Carl stood in front of her. He smiled at her sweetly, then turned around and faced his audience.
"Pete, get Eddie on a chair and bring him over here." Pete did just that. Eddie sat facing Jenny.
Jenny tried to twist her way out of their grasp. They only squeezed her arms tighter.
"Please, you guys," she said. "I thought this was my room. My husband…he-he-he's waiting for me. I went to get ice for the champ…"
"How do you want your present opened, Eddie?" Carl asked. "Slow or fast?" Eddie looked up at Jenny and grinned.
"Slow."
"Go ahead man," Carl said, "your night, so you do the honors." Eddie got up, grinning like a kid at Christmas. He walked right up to Jenny, staring her up and down. "Man," he said, "I can see her bra through this shirt. It's almost sheer. She's got a lace bra on." He slowly scanned her from waist to breasts to face. He looked her in the eyes. "Shit, you must be an actress or somethin'. That blush looks real as hell." He touched her face with his finger. Jenny whined and tried to squirm away. "Carl, man, this is better 'n some stripper with fake tits."
"Only the best for my man Eddie," Carl said. "I had no idea she'd be this good."
Eddie brought his hands up to Jenny's blouse. "What's your name?"
Jenny looked down toward the floor. "Jenny," she whispered, almost silently.
"Well, Jenny," Eddie said. "I think it's just a little bit hot in here, don't you?"
"N-n-no," Jenny said meekly. "My hus-husband, he's running the water right now. He's waiting…"
"Shhhhhh." Eddie put his finger up to Jenny's full lips. "Let's cool you off a little, huh?" Carl reached down to the floor and picked up the ice bucket. He handed it to Eddie.
Eddie glanced into the bucket. "Looks like some of this has melted," he said. "Let's just pour this water out and lighten things up a bit." He brought the bucket up to Jenny's eye level. And very slowly tipped it toward her.
"No," Jenny said softly, "please don't…". A few droplets of water hit Jenny in the V-zone, just above the swell of her meaty breasts and below her neck. It was freezing. The water ran swifly down the crack of her cleavage. The top of that crack was just barely visible over the fabric in her shirt. Eddie tipped the bucket more. Water streamed out, down Jenny's blouse. She felt the fabric sticking to her skin.
Eddie stepped back. The white shirt was soaked on either side of the placket. The lacy tops of the cups of Jenny's bra were visible. Her shirt was sheer where wet. The water had inched its way dangerously close to her nipples. But the fabric and soaked it up to a halt just in time. Eddie moved forward. His pelvis touched Jenny's waist. She felt his cock. She was horrified.
The guy was hard.
"Better?" Eddie asked softly, whispering in Jenny's ear.
"I have to leave," Jenny whimpered. Her voice was shaking. Eddie handed the bucket back to Carl. He pulled Jenny's shirt forward and stared down the front of it.
"A-fucking-mazing," he said. Eddie squeezed the shirt's top button between his thumb and index finger. With a quick twist, the button came undone. A couple of the men in the room began to shout. "YES", "GO EDDIE!", "MORE, MORE, MORE!"
Eddie undid a second button. Jenny's breasts were squeezed together by the bra and her cleavage was a visible, black crack with no space between it.
"Check it out guys," Eddie said. He stepped to the side and spread the top of Jenny's shirt open with his hands. "Her tits are MASSIVE."
The guys began to clap and cheer. Jenny couldn't believe the noise they were making, in a nice hotel like this. Surely someone would hear and complain. Her husband maybe?
"That's a guys shirt, isn't it?" Carl asked.
"Yeah," Eddie said. "In fact, I used to have one just like it. Hey honey," he said, "gimme my shirt back." And with that, Eddie grabbed the front of Jenny's shirt. He ripped it open at the placket. Buttons flew. Jenny screamed and buckled backward. Her shirt was wide open, her 38CC breasts heaving inside of her bra. Her huge, pale tits looked like they were imprisoned, tortured in the confining bra.
The two guys holding onto her arms let go. Before Jenny could react they grabbed the back of her shirt and pulled it off her. The sleeves bunched up at her wrists and she stood there with both arms stretched out behind her. Eddie was giggling. "Hold her like that, man. I love it, I fucking love it. There's nothing like a helpless chick , man. You're shy, huh? Good God, I'm gonna marry you, look at that fucking blush. You guys, I swear, this slut is really embarrassed. What, you've never been naked in front of guys before?"
"Just my husb-" Jenny whispered. The whole room cracked up.
"Just her husband, what a classic!" Eddie said. He got down on his knees in front of her. "I worship you, I really do." Jenny's arms were stretched out tight behind her. Her breasts were thrust out and every single guy in the room was staring at them. Through the lace of her bra, they could see the outline of the tops of her pink aereole. Jenny felt her nipples get hard from the fear and excitement. She wanted to run and hide. Besides her husband, no one had ever seen her naked, fully-developed breasts before (at least no one that she knew of). And here she was in front of a dozen drunk, horny guys with her tits on display. She began to whimper. With each whimper, her breasts heaved forward.
"Hey," Eddie said, "from down here, those look like my jeans." He grabbed the top of Jenny's blue jeans. She found her voice.
"NO!" she screamed, "DON'T, OH PLEASE, PLEASE JUST DON'T." Eddie looked up at her, startled.
"OK, OK," he said. "We're buying it, you don't have to go for the Oscar." He unsnapped the top of her jeans. Jenny squirmed. Her whimpering became heavier. Her cleavage was a deep crimson. She began to hyperventilate. Eddie unzipped her fly. "Oh man," he said, "sit still, willya?"
The guys yanked Jenny's shirt once, hard. She got their message and quit struggling.
Eddie squatted up from his kneeling position. He was face-to-face with Jenny's crotch. He hooked his hands inside the waistband of her jeans and began to slide them over her hips. Her panties were caught in the fabric of the jeans, and began to slide down on one side.
"Whoops," Eddie said. He looked up at her. "Don't wanna see too much, too soon." He fixed her panties. Very slowly, he continued to slip her jeans down. The room became silent except for the rock music, which someone had turned down, and Jenny's heavy whimpering.
Her pants were sliding down her thighs. She was wearing powder blue panties with a tiny floral design on them. The mound of her bush was clearly visible as a hill of texture through the front of her panties. Stray hairs peeked out from either side. There was a light, blonde down on Jenny's thighs. She shaved her legs, but only the parts that were visible when she wore summer dresses.
Eddie had the jeans around Jenny's ankles. He looked up at her and grinned. "Forgot to take your shoes off," he said. Jenny cried out in desperation.
"Please stop, pleasepleasepleaseplease," she begged. Two more guys came over to her. They knelt to either side of her and twisted her shoes off. She had been wearing a pair of navy Keds low tops, which she wore around the house. She had no socks on.
"Now, step out," Eddie said. "First the right, then the left." Jenny was shaking her head furiously. She began to twist in the men's arms. One guy lifted her right foot and the other pulled her pant leg off. They repeated the drill for her left foot.
"Uh, guys," Carl said. "Something's wrong here." They all stopped and looked at him. "This is too real, man," he said. "I think this chick might not be acting."
They just stared at him, baffled.
Jenny stopped whimpering. Thank God, she thought, they've come to their senses.
Just then, there was a knock on the door…
The two guys holding Jenny let go of her. Carl moved to get the door. Jenny stood there trying to catch her breath, struggling to free her arms from the bunched fabric of the shirt.
Carl opened the door. Jenny was sure that it was the management, or another guest, or maybe even her sweet husband, coming to complain about the noise.
"Sorry we're late," she heard a man say. Carl moved to the side. A tall thin man in a jet black raincoat walked in, followed by a dark-haired woman with olive skin. She seemed to be wearing the same raincoat. The instant Carl closed the door, the woman reached down and pulled the sash from her raincoat. She was wearing a white lace bustier with matching panties and stockings.
"Gentlemen," the man said, "this here's Monique and she will be your entertainment this evening. Where's the husband-to-be. He's gonna get one helluva show tonight from-"
"Hey Randy, what the hell is this?" Monique demanded.
Randy followed Monique's pointing finger. He stared at Jenny for an instant. Jenny stared back at him. Her struggle to get her shirt back on was futile. One of her bra straps had slipped off of her shoulder from the effort.
"I ain't sharin tips with her," Monique said. She thrust her hip out defiantely.
"Please," Jenny said, "someone help me get my shirt back on."
"Who is this?" Randy demanded of Carl. Carl ran a hand through his hair.
"Oh jeez. It's some mistake, just somebody who came into this room by mistake."
"Please, someone help me!"
"She's a fuckin' actress, why couldn't she just be a waitress like all the other ones, why'd she have to pick stripper, make it hard on the rest of us, huh? Randy, man, you know I'm like the UNION REP, right? Lemme make a few phone calls big man, yeah, some of the girls, ya know, like Darlene and Amber, they'd be interested to hear you're hirin' actresses, for Christ sake, on the sly, without us knowin'. I'll call a fuckin' strike Randy, then you'll be stuck with nothin' but this bitch in your stable." Monique walked over toward the phone, her generous ass swaying back and forth. Soft crescents of her cheeks were visible on each side as her panties rode up the crack of her ass. The men stared at her.
"You boys ain't getting' none of that, so quit lookin'. Not with her around, at least." She picked up the phone and began to dial.
"Monique," Randy said, "relax, willya? I don't know who she is. Get rid of her, man, right now!" He whispered this last to Carl. Carl quickly moved over to Jenny. He reached into her bra and grabbed the wad of bills still stuck there. Some had fallen to the floor. He picked these up. "C'mon guys, help her get dressed." He walked over to Randy and slipped him the money.
"I wanna see her," Eddie said suddenly, indicating Jenny. "Dontcha see Carl, it's all part of their act man." Eddie pulled his wallet out. He took a hundred dollar bill, balled it up, and tossed it across the room to Randy. "There's another hundred in it for you on top of this AND what Carl paid you. Now finish the show."
"She's not my g-"
"FINISH THE SHOW," Eddie insisted. Monique slammed the telephone receiver down into its cradle.
"You wanna see a show," she screamed at Eddie. "Fine." She stormed across the room in a rage. She grabbed Jenny's shirt. She yanked Jenny backward onto the bed. "I hate these friggin' actresses," Monique said. "They're ruining the business with their little girl-next-door bullshit."
Jenny fell backwards on the bed. Her tits bounced in the bra. She felt the extra pounds on her stomach and ass ripple. Monique leaped at Jenny. Jenny moved quicker than she thought she could. She was off the bed in a second. Monique grabbed at nothing but air. The stripper was sprawled out on the bed ridiculously.
Everyone started to laugh.
"BITCH," Monique screamed. She jumped up and Jenny ran into the corner of the room. The men formed a semi-circle around the two girls. Eddie was at the front, leering, his cock forming a tent in his pants. Jenny noticed that there were hard-ons everywhere. Behind the crowd, Carl and Randy were looking worried.
Monique grabbed the center of Jenny's bra. She pulled Jenny forward to her. She grabbed Jenny's shirt and yanked Jenny's arms back straight behind her, the way the boys had done it. Jenny was standing directly in front of Eddie, her breasts thrust out.
"Do it, husband-to-be," Monique said harshly.
Eddie reached out and grabbed each of Jenny's bra straps. He lifted them both and slowly pulled them over her rounded shoulders. He let them rest for a moment on her upper arms. Everyone could see the outside top of Jenny's breasts, where they met her underarms. She was bright red and biting her lower lip again.
Eddie peeled the bra down further. The tops of her cups folded over on themselves. Jenny had just the barest hint of a tanline. This was already more than anyone but her husband had ever seen. She began to whimper.
He pulled the cups down more. Her cleavage began to separate. She was shaking now and whimpering louder. As Eddie slowly peeled Jenny's cups down, the top of her rose-colored aureole became visible, first the right tit, then the left tit.
"Look boys, we're gonna see some nipple soon." Jenny squirmed. One of the guys reached out and gently probed the top of her breast with a finger. Then he probed the aureole. "That part always feels softer," he said. Jenny could see his cock throbbing in his jeans. Eddie pulled the cups down more. "Anybody know what those bumps on her aureole are called?" he asked. "I love those things, man."
"No more, please, no more," Jenny pleaded in a shaking voice.
"Eddie, c'mon man," Carl said from the back. Eddie ignored him. He pulled Jenny's straps and each cup peeled back to reveal the tops of her nipples. Her nipples looked like buttons in the depressed position, pushed back into her breasts by the pressure of the bra. In a sudden movement, Eddie yanked the bra down, exposing Jenny's pale breasts completely. Her nipples popped out of the fabric, suddenly erect.
Jenny cried out. Her breasts hung down pendulously. They swung from side to side with their sudden release. A few of the boys gasped. One of the guys was unzipping his fly. He pulled his cock out and began to stroke it. From behind, Monique unclasped Jenny's bra. It fell to the floor.
"She's 100%," Monique said.
"Huh?" one of the guys said.
"100% natural. Look at the way they hang. Those babies are gonna start sagging soon."
"Who cares," Eddie said. "I love real tits." He grabbed Jenny's breasts with his hands and squeezed them hard. Jenny had very sensitive nipples. She squirmed in his grasp and he squeezed tighter. "I can barely cover them with my hands," Eddie said.
"I wonder what she tastes like," someone else said. Eddie grinned. He let go of Jenny's left breast and leaned down. He circled her nipple with his tongue and then began to flick her nipple with it. He took Jenny's nipple between his teeth. He pulled. Jenny's breast stretched out as Eddie pulled it toward him.
Jenny cried out. She felt his hard teeth on her nipple and all her nerves seemed to tingle. She was feverish, sweating and shivering.
Eddie opened his mouth as wide as he could. He took her breast into his mouth and sucked on it as hard as he could. His cheeks ballooned out. Jenny felt damp between her thighs.
"Let's see her mound," one of the guys said. Eddie let go of her breast and squatted down. He grabbed both sides of her panties. "nonononononono," Jenny whispered hysterically.
Eddie began to peel Jenny's panties down, as deliberately as he had her bra. First, everyone saw the ridges and valleys made by the waistband digging into her flesh. Next, the barest hint of a tanline. And then, the top of Jenny's blonde muff.
"100% natural here too," Eddie said.
He pulled the panties slowly over Jenny's mound. Her pubic hairs ruffled out from the fabric. "Smells nice down here," Eddie said. The V-shape of Jenny's muff slowly revealed itself as Eddie pulled her panties down to her thighs. There were a few stray, wiry tufts of hair sticking out right at the gap between her legs. Her full pussy lips were visible for all to see. All Jenny could think of was that these strangers were staring at her privates, her most intimate treasure, preserved all these years for only one man.
Oh God, Jenny thought, where is he??????
Jenny squeezed her eyes shut. She felt Eddie's breath on her pussy. He was staring at her and breathing heavily. She could hear feet shuffling in the room and zippers unzipping.
"Taste her," someone said. "For real this time."
Jenny cried out and sank down. From behind, Monique caught her. But Jenny had become dead weight in the stripper's arms, paralyzed by her fear and degradation.
"Take her over to the bed," Eddie said. The crowd behind him parted. Jenny felt two guys grab a hold of her ankles. Her feet were suddenly out from under her. She felt several pairs of hands on her naked body. They lifted her and turned her around, so she was facing the floor. She opened her eyes and nearly screamed. The guys had formed a line from the corner of the room to the bed. They began to pass her overhead. All these hands, grabbing her tits and cunt. They squeezed her huge breasts as they passed her along, every single one of them. They dumped her on the bed and turned Jenny over on her back. She was staring straight up at the ceiling.
Suddenly there was a bright light in the room. In the next instant, it was gone. Jenny heard the familiar mechanical sound of a Polaroid camera ejecting a snapshot.
Several hands reached out and grabbed her thighs. They pulled her legs apart. She ventured a look and saw Eddie standing between her legs staring into her cunt. She was wide open.
"I can see straight up inside her," Eddie said. No one except her husband and gynecologist had ever seen Jenny like this before. Jenny saw Monique lean into Eddie. She whispered something into his ear.
"Taste test," Eddie announced solemnly. He knelt down. Jenny felt the heat of his breath tickle her vagina.
OH MY GOD, NO, DON'T TOUCH ME THERE, PLEASE!!!!!!!!!!! Jenny tried to scream, but nothing came out.
She felt something soft and warm gently probing her labial lips. Despite herself, she was getting wetter. Eddie traced his tongue along the outside of her lips and then carefully parted them. She felt his tongue enter her. Men were squeezing her breasts. Eddie was fucking her with his tongue. She could hear the constant, wet, squishy noise of men masturbating around the room. She began to drift in and out of consciousness. It all seemed like a dream, part fantasy, part nightmare. Jenny didn't even like oral sex that much. She rarely let her husband go down on her. Now, she had some drunk stranger's tongue inside of her body.
She groaned in agony and -- some in the room thought - pleasure.
After a few minutes, Eddie stopped. "She tastes wonderful," he announced. "Fresh, like she's never even been touched before." Some of the men began to moan louder, and then suddenly stopped. She knew instinctively that several of them had just orgasmed. In a moment, she smelled it.
"Fuck her Eddie," Monique said. "Let's see how well she acts that out."
"Well," Eddie said, "I wasn't gonna do this, but she's so fuckin' fine and natural. Man, she's convincing. Carl, maybe you're right, but I'm hoping you're wrong. She better be part of the act, otherwise I think we're all in a lot of a trouble."
"She's part of the act," Monique said.
"No, she ain't" Jenny heard Randy reply.
"SHUT UP, RANDY," Monique said.
"Baby, you're on your own. I'm outta here. No way I'm
gonna stand here and watch this boy rape her."
Jenny came out of her fog. She looked up and saw Randy moving out
of the room. Monique started to chase after him.
Jenny heard a zipper open. She swung her head around and looked over at Eddie. He was pulling his pants down. She stared in horror at his erect cock. It pulsed in thick anticipation. She could see a bright point of light glistening on a bead of moisture that had formed at the tip of his penis.
She began to pass out. She heard the door open, heard an exchange of voices in the hallway. One familiar one stood out. She felt a commotion around her. Someone lifted her up and started to carry her out of the room. His voice was familiar yet alien, because he was very angry, screaming and cursing. She had never heard him like this. She recognized his smell though, and the feel of his rough whiskers against her cheek as he hugged her.
She was out of the room in a flash. She realized that her husband was carrying her naked through the hallway. She felt her whole body go crimson. Then she passed out again.
When she woke up, she was snuggling with her husband next to the fire. Her mouth felt dry and she had a headache. Her husband looked down at her. He gently moved a stray hair out of her sleepy, bloodshot eyes.
"Wake up, sleepyhead," he said. "You had quite a bit of champagne last night. Just about drank me under the table. Remember?" Jenny shook her head.
"The last thing I remember," she said, "was going out for a bucket of ice." Her husband kissed her on the forehead.
"Well, you got pretty drunk soon after that. You passed out on me within the hour. I can't believe you slept through that racket next door. They must've been having a bachelor party or something. You were tossing and turning and moaning all night, though."
Jenny's husband stared down at his wife.
"Must've been some dream you had. Care to tell me about it?"