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Stag night surprise (with FoxyLady)

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May 29, 2017
It was the weekend before Jason’s wedding to Josephine, always known as Josie, and he was spending it with his bestman, Ben, and the groomsmen at a luxury hotel where they could take advantage of all the facilities on his last days of freedom.

He’d been to enough stags to know that some kind of surprise had been arranged. And if he hadn’t known, he would soon have guessed from the solicitous way that he was advised not to imbibe too much alcohol so that he would be prepared for anything that might happen later.

It was mid evening when Ben began checking his phone and winking at the others. finally he announced ‘she’s arrived’ and the guys began to propel Jason from the bar towards the lift.

‘We’ve laid on a little surprise,’ Ben told him as he pressed the button for the 21st​ floor. ‘Even better than the one you arranged for me.’

Yes, Jason remembered that occasion, two years before, when Ben had been treated to a night with the two strippers who had been providing the entertainment during their boozy meal.

‘Room 7028,’ Ben announced as the gang tumbled out of the lift, pushing and pulling Jason along the corridor. The door was ajar and he was pushed unceremoniously into the room with a chorus of wishes and advice.

She was standing with her back to the window, dressed in black. Thigh high boots, fishnets, with leather thong and bra, and in her right hand she held a riding whip.

Jason stared in amazement at the woman before him.
 
The woman had been looking out of the window onto the street below as Jason was thrust through the door. She always liked to give her client a view of her tight buttocks cut by the leather thong before slowly revealing her frontal view.

She turned slowly, making sure her tits were thrust forward for full effect, stopped, and then blinked.

'Jason?'

She moved closer.

'Jason, it is you. What the fuck is going on?'
 
Jason's eyes came to the woman's face for the first time.

'Ellen?'

Then he looked startled and rushed to the bathroom, but found no one there

'What the fuck is this? Some sort of set up or a trap?'

Ellen grinned.

'Do those guys know who you are?' He nodded towards the corridor where his friends were still hanging around outside the door.
 
'Of course they don't. Do you think I'm stupid.' Her tone was sharp, spitting the words at Jason. 'None of the girls show their faces on the site. And Ben just used his first name, so I had no reason to think it might be you.'

She stepped closer and the slap came from the outfield, hard across his left cheek, the flat of her hand spinning his head round.

'Just what the hell are you doing? Have you no idea how Josie has been suffering, almost climbing the walls in frustration.'

Jason tried to reply but a backhand across his right cheek silenced him.

'It's her own fault for suggesting that you two refrain from sex for the month before the wedding to make your wedding night special. But she stuck to it, and you, you bastard, are going to spend your last night of freedom screwing around.'

Jason hung his head, knowing he had no excuse to offer.

She paused. Had he noticed that she had said that was what he was going to do, not what he had been going to do.

'How can I sit and watch you two getting married with your sperm draining out of my cunt? Just how do you think that will make me feel to have fucked my new brother-in-law?'
 
Jason was desperate, not sure what Ellen was saying. At least, she hadn’t threatened to report him to Josie. No, of course, he realised, she could not do that without disclosing what she was doing dressed like a dominatrix and renting herself out via a website.

‘Look, Ellen,’ he pleaded, ‘I can’t just go back out there. I’ll be a laughing stock. The guys will know something went wrong. Like I could take whatever you were paid to do to me? Or that I couldn’t, you know, get hard. Or something,’ he ended vaguely.

Getting no reply, he stumbled on.

‘Why don’t we just stay here, have a drink from the minibar, and you can tell me what was supposed to be happening.’

Ellen seemed to like that idea or maybe her grin was reminding her of what she should be doing right now, if only Jason had been someone else, anyone else.

‘And,’ his mind had been working on what Ellen had said, ‘what did you mean about my sperm dripping out of your pussy? Were you not going to make me use a condom?’ His eyes went to the small packet placed on the bedside table.
 
Ellen was disconcerted by Jason’s question and what she had inadvertently disclosed.

For the moment, she ignored his final question.

‘You’re right, you can’t just go back to your friends, they’ll know something’s gone wrong and I won’t be paid the balance of my fee.’

Yes, that was an important point. Earnings had been low lately and she had charged a premium for what she was being asked to do.

She sauntered over to the bar and bent low, forgetting for a moment that she was with her future brother-in-law, and giving her well rehearsed display of buttocks, split by the leather thong, and white thigh tops above her stocking tops.

She passed a beer to Jason and poured a glass of wine for herself.

‘I’ve been booked,’ she informed him between sips, ‘to tease you for a while, then shackle you to the bed, whip you a bit – but without leaving any visible marks for your wedding night – and then drain your balls.’

‘Fuck,’ Jason choked on his beer. But she was not finished and had moved closer.

‘I was told to leave you tied to the bed. Apparently, Ben was going to arrange for room service to find you.

‘Fuck,’ Jason choked again.

Jason could smell her perfume now and couldn’t take his eyes of her breasts that were being pushed upwards by her leather bra, which could not disguise her erect nipples.

‘But, of course,’ she whispered, ‘that’s out of the question now. There’s no way you could get hard with your bride’s sister, is there. Even after having no sex for how long is it now?’

Her body was brushing against his now.
 
He knew the answer to her question. Could he get hard with her? Yes, indeed, he could and that was just what was happening right now.

She was almost touching him, so close you could only get a tissue between them, but not touching. It would only take a small movement from either of them to make contact, but she didn’t make it and neither did he.

It was then that he knew what she was. No way was she the sales assistant from the Mall who was earning a little bit extra by servicing stag parties. She was a professional who knew just how to turn a guy wild by her pose, by her look, nothing like those cheap strippers that he had hired for a stag. No, she had cost the guys a small fortune.

Was he supposed to make the first move? This was part of her game, of course it was. Make him want her but at the same time make him nervous of putting out his hands and touching her. All part of a long drawn out tease that would have him explode. And after having no sex for weeks now, with balls so full they were dragging down to his knees, there would be one hell of an explosion.

Well, he would play her game, for a while at least, before he turned the tables on her, because unlike her normal clients he was the one with the upper hand and he would do with her just what he wanted.

‘Have you and Josie talked about me? Has she told you anything? Confided in you?’

She was thinking, he could see that in her eyes; she was torn between reacting as a pro and behaving as his future sister-in-law. Could she cope with both? Which would she choose?
 
Vain, Ellen thought, like all men, but insecure about what women might say behind his back. Should she tell him the truth? Why not.

‘She told me that you weren’t cut, that you had her name tattooed above your dick. Speaking of which it is about five inches long and thin, a bit smaller than she likes, but ideal for anal which drives her wild. Oh,’ she added almost as an afterthought, ‘you’re good at oral, especially with a few days growth of stubble.’

All delivered in a business like, matter of fact tone, like she was giving him a list of purchases at the local store.

Her eyes didn’t leave his, her position remained the same, just a few millimetres separation. But she deepened her breathing, forcing her breasts to rise and fall, pushing higher out of the bra. She’d like to rid herself of this bra, the leather was too hard and it hurt her nipple when it was becoming erect, like it was now, but that was too soon.

She wondered how Jason would react. Some guys could hold out indefinitely, others made a grab for her, and one had dumped his load. She didn’t have long to wait.
 
Jason moved fast and sooner than Ellen had expected. He pushed his body against hers and his hands clasped her under her buttocks, lifting her off the floor. With a swift twist, he tossed her onto the bed and followed up to land on top of her. Ellen was used to protecting herself from clients, and brought up her knee to catch him in the groin, but he swerved to one side and pushed his way between her thighs, crushing down on her.

‘Now listen to me, Ellen,’ his head was alongside hers, ‘and I’ll tell you what’s going to happen. It’s going to be like you said, but not quite. I’m going to tie you up and give you a thrashing, and I won’t be bothering whether I leave any marks. And then you’re going to feel what it’s like to take a month’s load of spunk. And you know the best? You’re not going to complain or tell that sister of yours, because if you do you’ll have to tell her that you’re nothing more than a cunt-for-hire.’

He pushed himself on his arms to tower over her.

‘And don’t try any more of those tricks with your knee.’

He eased backwards off the bed and grabbed Ellen’s thong, pulling and twisting, trapping the delicate furls of her labia, dragging her upright.

‘Now, get yourself out of this kit. Bra first.’ She complied with suspicious willingness, letting her tits drop and swing free. ‘Now that thong.’ From habit, she turned away as she eased the thong over her buttocks, and bent forward as she lowered them to the floor.

And that was when Jason landed his first blow with her riding crop.
 
The crop was designed to sting without breaking the flesh, but it still hurt and it took Ellen by surprise. She squealed, jumped, twisted and brought her hand round to catch Jason with a hard slap across his face. Anticipating a reaction, he dodged, allowed Ellen’s momentum to spin her round, and pushed her fact down onto the bed.

More blows fell, across her shoulders, back, and ass. Ellen squirmed and tried to roll away, only to be dragged back each time.

‘Bastard,’ she screamed, ‘I’ve got a backless dress for the wedding and if you leave one mark on me, I’ll rip your fucking balls off.’

Jason just laughed.

‘If – I – can – find – them,’ she spat between blows.

‘Well, in that case,’ Jason smirked, ‘I’d better thrash your front instead.’

Before Ellen could resist, he had rolled her onto her back. She raised her hands to protect her breasts, but too late to stop the first lash landing across her nipples.

'HELP - HELP'

Surely someone would hear her and do something, if only to complain about the noise.
 
Jason stood over Ellen, smirking as she frantically tried to protect her tits.

‘Not so superior now are you, Ellen? You’ve always looked down on me, thinking I wasn’t good enough for your sister, but all the time you were dressing up like a tart, sticking your ass in the air for inspection, and spreading your legs for anyone who’d pay your fancy prices.’

He’s been getting harder from the moment he saw this woman across the room in her thigh boots and fishnets and leather. And now he was throbbing at the power he had over her.

‘You know what, we might make this a regular thing. Maybe I could invite some of my mates along and you could put on a show for us.’

He wandered across the room to where Ellen’s back was sitting on a table and tipped the contents onto the floor.

‘These will do,’ he’d selected sets of cufflinks, ‘now open up nice and wide so I can strap you to the corners, like you were going to do to me.’

She resisted, but he was too strong for her, wrenching her hands off her breasts and then pushing her feet apart.

‘Worth a picture,’ he took out his phone and snapped a quick series.

‘Now, time for you to get a view of what your sister will be getting on her wedding night.’

He tossed his clothes onto a chair and stood between Ellen’s legs.

Her immediate, spontaneous response was to burst into laughter.
 
Ellen’s body rocked with laughter.

‘Is that it, Jason, is that really all you’ve got?’

She stared, open mouthed.

‘Poor Josie. Fancy getting stuck with that. She must really love you, Jason. That’s nowhere near five inches, maybe not even four. No wonder she was coy when I asked about you.’

Jason clambered onto the bed, astride her hips, his hand raised to deliver a slap.

‘That’s it, go on, hit me again if it makes you feel good, Jason. Is this the only way that you can make yourself feel like a man, by hitting a defenceless woman?’

Her face was a mask of defiance and scorn.

Jason was trembling with rage, his cock slowly sinking.

But Ellen was not finished.

‘With my legs spread like this, I’m not even going to feel you. Maybe that’s why sis prefers anal.’

‘Bitch,’ Jason spat at her. ‘Is this what your clients pay you for, to insult them?’

‘You’re not my client,’ she replied calmly. ‘And, by the way, do your friends know about your little problem? I bet they don’t or you’d be a laughing stock with them.’

Jason’s face told that she had hit the mark. They didn’t know and he had given the game away. She now had a bargaining chip.

‘Get these cuffs off me, Jason, and perhaps we can find a way out of this that will be to our mutual advantage.’

It was a command, not a request. She waited for Jason’s reaction.
 
Jason thought for a minute. She was right, of course she was. All she had to do was drop the word in Ben’s ear and the best man’s speech would leave no one in any doubt that Jason was not over endowed with honeymoon tackle. Word would spread and he would be a laughing stock, the butt of jokes for the rest of his life.

He hesitated and looked down at his cock that was not shrinking back behind the flat of skin. He liked to fuck this bitch, show her that he was capable of satisfying her just as much as Ban who was reputed to be packing 7½ inches. But he knew he couldn’t, not now, possibly never.

‘OK,’ he agreed reluctantly, ‘you’re right I suppose.’ He removed the cuffs and Ellen climbed off the bed, rubbing her sore nipples.

‘Another beer,’ she offered as she made for the mini bar and bent low to take out their drinks. Her tipped the bottle to his lips and took a long swig, as Ellen settled into a chair and crossing her legs.

The next he knew was a hand shaking his shoulder.

‘You OK, sir?’

He opened his eyes and blinked. There was a face close to his. It moved away and he noticed the uniform. A maid from the hotel was standing over him.

‘Is there anything I can do for you, sir?’

He tried to move, but found his arms and ankles were held fast by the cuffs he had taken off Ellen. He looked at the clock and saw it was the middle of the night.

‘Get me out of these will you, please.’

She complied with a big grin on her face.

‘You’re the third tonight,’ she explained. ‘Lots of stag parties here tonight.’

When she had gone, Jason sat with his head in his hands. It was throbbing, no doubt from whatever Ellen had slipped into his beer.

What had happened after that? He had no memory. Had she fucked him or wanked him while he was still conscious? Again, no memory. He would have to wait until the wedding to get a chance to question her.

As he dressed, he noticed a card on the bedside table.

You have been serviced by:

HELEN MERCY

of Fantasies Cum True​

Underneath was written 'Who showed you no mercy.'

Was that a message from Ellen telling him what had happened or just a message to justify the fee that she had by now been paid by Ben and his friends?
 
On the day of the wedding, Ellen’s nipples were still sore as they pressed against the satin of her green backless dress. It clung to her buttocks and thighs as she moved, as if she were naked beneath, which in fact she was.

She kept clear of Jason. Each time he glanced in her direction, she turned away to avoid his gaze. The only time she could not avoid him was at the receiving line before the reception. She rose on tiptoe to whisper in his ear. Just one word: ‘Later.’

He didn’t know what it meant. An invitation? A threat? A promise?

She didn’t see him coming. The reception was over, the dancing would soon begin, and the guests had drifted off to their rooms to fresh up. Ellen’s door was ajar, when she was grabbed from behind and pushed through the door. Jason kicked the door shut and spun Ellen round, ramming her against the wall, crushing her tits.

‘Tell me what you did to me last night,’ he hissed in her ear. ‘I need to know.’

Ellen laughed, the same laugh he had heard when she saw how small his cock was.

‘I drugged you, silly. I always keep a tablet in the top of my boot in case a client gets difficult.’

‘But did we fuck, Ellen, come on, tell me, while I was too drowsy to remember, did we fuck. I need to know.’

‘Don’t you know? Do you really not know?’ The side of her face was pressed against the wall.

His hand was pulling her dress up, his hand pushing between her thighs, his fingers probing her pussy.

‘Because if I didn’t fuck you then, I’m sure as hell going to fuck you now.’

‘OK, OK,’ Ellen clamped her legs together, trapping his hand. ‘If that’s what you want, just let me get out of this dress. I don’t want it creased or stained.’

‘This isn’t another trap?’ Jason was not going to risk being drugged again.

Another laugh. ‘And where would I be keeping it, Jason? Tell me that.’

He withdrew his hand and stepped back.

Ellen untied the halter neck and unzipped the back of the dress. She had let it fall to the floor when there was a frantic knocking at the door.

‘Ellen, quick, let me in.’ It was Josie’s voice. ‘Quickly, I don’t want Jason to see me.’
 
Ellen pushed Jason into the bathroom and opened the door to her sister, holding her dress in front of her.

Josie stared at her sister’s barely concealed body.

‘Fuck, Ellen, you’re in good shape. Have you been working out? And,’ the thought struck her, ‘what are you doing naked? Are you expecting someone?’

‘I was hot,’ Ellen improvised, ‘so I came back for a quick shower.’’

‘Well you need to get dressed again, I need your help.’

‘Why, what’s wrong?’

‘I need you to find Jason and keep him out of my way for a while.’

Ellen made a show of stepping into her dress.

‘OK, but what am I supposed to do with him and why do you want him out of your way anyway?’

‘Look, this is urgent, I need to meet someone and I don’t want Jason to know, so get moving.’

Josie made for the door, but Ellen blocked her path.

‘No way, sis, not until I know who you’re going to meet and why.’

Josie sighed.

‘Alright, if you must, it’s Ben and he’s promised to tell me what Jason got up to at his stag. Satisfied?’

She tried to push past Ellen, but she wouldn’t budge.

‘And what’s he getting in return for that information?’

Josie laughed.

‘What do you expect, Ellen, what would any man want?’

Ellen stepped aside and, as Josie slipped out of the room, Jason came out of the washroom.
 
Ellen chased Jason along the corridors, frantically fastening her dress as she ran. He tried Ben’s room, asked any guests he passed, but no one had seen him. Finally he raced to Josie’s room. The door was opening as he reached it and Ben stepped out.

He didn’t have time to register what was happening before Jason’s fist pistoned into his solar plexus and, as Ben doubled over, his knee came up under his chin, knocking the best man back into the room and flat on his back.

‘I’m sorry,’ Ellen gasped, as she followed him into the room, ‘I tried, but I couldn’t stop him.’

They both turned to Josie at the same moment. She was crouching on the bed, her bridal gown around her waist, her pants down to her knees. Jason sent her sprawling with a powerful kick that landed on his ass.

‘Bitch,’ he shouted, climbing onto the bed and rolling his new wife onto her back, ‘how could you, on our wedding day, in your dress, and with Ben, of all people, how could you do this to me?’

He was kneeling over her, his fist clenched, his arm pulled back.

Ellen grabbed his arm to restrain him, but Josie was not cowered.

‘How could I? You dare to ask that? I wanted my last chance to have a decent fuck, from a real man with a full set of tackle, not like your pathetic set.’

Her eyes flashed.

‘Go on, hit me, that’s what you want to do isn’t it. You think that will make you feel like a man. Well it may make you feel like it, but it won’t turn you into one. Nothing will ever do that. Nothing.’

Jason scrambled off the bed, his shoulders slumped, his face ashen. Ben was just getting to his feet, using a table for support. Jason’s fist hit him on the point of his chin, knocking him back onto the floor. Ellen rushed over to protect him from another assault, but Jason was looking at his wife.

‘If that’s how you feel about me, why on earth did you just marry me. Why, Josie? Why?’
 
Jason stood deflated, humiliated. His wife had betrayed him with his best friend and best man, in front of his new sister-in-law. And not only that, she had let out his secret. He wasn’t well hung and, although he knew that size didn’t really matter when it came to sex, it obviously mattered to Josie.

‘Well,’ he demanded, his face red, his tone threatening. ‘Why did you marry me?’

Ellen stepped forward and her sister pull her pants up and smooth her dress. She tried to make eye contact with Josie, but failed.

It was a long time before the bride spoke.

‘I’m sorry, Jason, I didn’t mean what I said. I was angry, that’s all and I wanted to hurt you like you had hurt me.’

‘Me? Hurt you? And just how am I supposed to have done that?’

‘Ben told me.’ Her voice was cold. ‘You promised, we promised, when you proposed, we agreed not to have sex until the wedding, to make it special. Have you any idea how difficult that has been for me? I’ve spent so many wall-climbing, thigh-clenching, cunt-empty, nights, waiting for this day, longing to phone you and tell you I couldn’t wait any longer. And you were out fucking that cheap whore that Ben hired.’

‘You’ve got it wrong, so wrong.’ Jason’s voice was desperate. ‘Yes, Ben hired an escort. She was actually really nice and I told her about her promise, so we had a couple of drinks and she tied me to the bed like Ben had paid her to do. That’s all, honestly. I kept my promise.’

Josie looked confused, not knowing what to believe.

‘Leave us,’ Jason’s voice was stern. ‘Ellen, please get Ben out of here and leave me and my wife alone, both of you.’
 
Ellen helped Ben to her room, soothing him as they went. Checking he felt OK. Once there, he slumped onto a chair.

‘Fucking bitch,’ he spat, ‘she took our money and did nothing for it.’

‘Don’t you think that was for the best,’ Ellen suggested before Ben had decided to demand his money back, ‘once she knew the situation, what could she do?’

Ben shrugged.

Ellen squatted beside him and rested her hand on his knee. It was shaking.

‘Are you OK, Ben, you’re all shaken up, aren’t you.’

Ben nodded. Ellen’s hand hadn’t moved.

‘I’ve never seen Jason like that before. I thought he might really lose it. For a minute there I thought he might kick me in the balls.’

Ellen pressed gently on his knee.

‘But he didn’t, did he, and you’re safe now.’

‘Yeah,’ he seemed confused about quite what had happened, ‘thanks for getting me out of there. I owe you one.’

‘Tell me, Ben, why did you do that with Josie, have sex, I mean, on her wedding day?’

Ben’s reply took her by surprise.

‘It was Josie, she’s always fancied me, she’s always flirted since we first met, takes any chance to touch me up, she rested her hand on my knee during the reception, not like you,’ he added quickly, ‘high up, almost touching my balls.’

This was not the Josie that Ellen knew, but then she had her own secrets too. But Ben hadn’t finished. Ellen’s hand was higher now.

‘She’s done the same to all the groomsmen. It wouldn’t surprise me if she had had all of them before they set off for their honeymoon.’

Ellen didn’t know what to say, but she did not need to worry because Ben had another topic, encouraged perhaps by the hand that was now higher on his thigh, almost touching his balls.

‘Do you mind if I ask, I hope you don’t, it’s just that I-, we, that is all the guys have been wondering, are you wearing anything under that dress. It’s just,’ he stumbled on, as if to cover his embarrassment, ‘I mean you’re not wearing a bra, obviously, but the way the dress clings and your ass moves, it looks like-’ he ground to a halt.

‘It looks like – I’m stark bollock naked,’ Ellen finished for him.

She stood up and hitched her dress slowly up to her waist.

Ben’s face was in line with the thin strip of pubes.

He reached out, hesitantly at first, then bolder when she did not move, until his hand touched her hip, slid down her thigh and then slid round to fondle her ass.

‘Oh fuck,’ he gasped, ‘sweet fuck.’

‘How does that compare to Josie’s?’ It sounds teasing, but she really wanted to know.

‘Never got a look,’ Ben confessed. ‘She just pulled me on top of her, there was a lot of fumbling around with clothes, and I came almost as soon as I was inside her.’

‘So, you won’t me up for anything now then.’ It was a taunt or even an invitation. Ben wasn’t sure, but he was prepared to try. He stood up and pulled Ellen to him and, as he did so, she rammed her knee in this crotch. He grunted, cursed and sat back hard onto the chair.

‘Let that be a lesson for fucking my sister on her wedding day.’

Ellen dropped her dress and threw the door open.

‘Get out, Ben, and be lucky you can walk out.’

He staggered to the door.

‘And you can tell your friends that they’ll get the same if they so much as touch my sister.’

She slammed the door.
 
‘Get out of that dress.’

Josie wasn’t sure what Jason intended, but she obeyed. He was down to his shorts by the time she had unzipped and cast off her wedding gown.

‘Do you know what I endured for you? You aren’t the only one who’s been frustrated, you know. No sex with you, even when we were alone together. Not even a quick wank later when I was thinking of you. Lying awake, frantically trying not to keep the bedding from rubbing on my cock. It’s been hell.’

‘I’m sorry,’ Josie approached him, ‘really I am, I felt the same and was wondering how you were coping.’

But Jason seemed not to notice that she was speaking.

‘And then last night I had to put up with that bitch who Ben hired, almost had to beg her not to torment me and then I had to pay her on top of what Ben was paying her. And then she insisted that I had to be cuffed and left for the room service girl to find me when she texted Ben that she was leaving.’

Josie stepped right up to her husband and slipped her fingers under the elastic of his shorts, easing them down and over this cock.

‘And that the bloody Chinese bitch turned up and started making fun of me, taking photos, laughing. God knows where those pics are, I bet Ben has got them somewhere, him and my so called best friends who set it all up.’

Josie sank to her haunches, pulling Jason’s shorts as she went, leaving her face so close to his cock that he could feel her breath on it.

‘And all that torment and humiliation for nothing. I’m going to prove to you that I’ve not had sex since I made my promise. STAND UP.’

Josie rocketed to her feet. As she came upright, Jason grabbed her under her buttocks and tossed her onto the bed, keeping hold of her pants so that they came off in his hands as she fell. As he climbed between her legs, Josie took hold of his cock and pulled it towards her pussy. ‘Show me,’ she breathed. Jason was already moaning at the touch of her hand as it guided him inside, sliding on Ben’s spunk.

One thrust, two, three, a sudden burst of frenetic pumping and a long groan, and he had cum.

Josie wrapped her thighs around his waist and gripped him tight. When she finally released him, he eased himself out and knelt between her legs, his sperm still dripping from his cock. And when Josie finally rose, his sperm began to drain down her thighs, soaking the tops of her hold ups.

It was some time before the couple reappeared before their guests.

‘Sorry,’ Josie announced, ‘we couldn’t wait.’

Jason grinned and waved.
 
The return of the bride and groom changed the atmosphere and it was not long before other couples were slipping away. Soon the other guests were cheering them as they went and applauding them on their return, some shouting out timings and appropriate comments.

Ben and groomsmen stayed at their tables, glaring every so often in Ellen’s direction. And when the dancing began, each pushed his way to her side and held her close, his hands roaming over her body that they knew was naked under the silky material.

Ben was the only one to say anything.

‘Your sister’s a spunk bucket. She had everyone of the three strippers at her hen party. More than once, I’m told.’

As the evening drew to a close, Ellen grew more and more convinced that they had something planned. She studied the other guests and made her choice. A middle aged couple who had smiled a lot at each other and were now holding hands. She went over and introduced herself.

They were Polly and Andy. She confided her problem.

‘I’m not comfortable with those groomsmen,’ she shivered, ‘would you mind escorting me back to my room. I’m sure they don’t mean any trouble, but, well …’

‘Of course, no problem, dear. I noticed the way they were pawing you. Andy did too.’ She checked her watch. ‘Now would be a good time, if it’s not too early for you. Weddings always make us randy, you know.’

They reached her room without incident and advised her to put the chain on her door.

She had just dozed off when she was roused by a light tapping.

‘Who is it?’ she whispered through the door. It was 2.15 by the clock on her phone.

‘It’s me, Josie, let me in, please.’

Her sister slipped into the room, dressed only in her suspender belt and stockings. Her hair was dishevelled and her makeup smudged. She had obviously been crying.

‘I’ve got to stay with you tonight,’ she dragged Ellen to the bed and climbed in, pulling her after her.

‘Why, what’s wrong.’

‘It’s Jason. He’s angry. He told me I had behaved liked a spoilt child and needed to be treated like one. And then-’ she broke off. Ellen waited. ‘Then he threw me over his knee and began spanking me, hard, really hard. I tried to get off, but he was too strong. I pleaded for him to stop, but he said he wouldn’t, not until I had learned my lesson.’

‘’You can’t run away, Josie,’ Ellen’s arm was round her sister, like it had been when she had been frightened or upset as a child. ‘You’re a married woman, you have to sort this out.’

But Josie was not to be persuaded.

She snuggled up to Ellen and began chatting, about inconsequential things. Gradually, her leg moved over his sister’s thigh, until she was straddling it. ‘You looked really hot when I came to your room, standing there naked like that. I’ve not seen you naked for years now.’ She began nuzzling her sister’s neck and rubbing her damp crotch on her thigh.

Soon she was moaning softly as she rubbed harder.
 
Josie had fallen asleep in her sister’s arms when there was another knocking on the door, more urgent this time. Ellen slipped out from under Josie’s body and went to the door.

‘Who is it? What do you want?’

‘It’s me, Jason, Josie’s gone and I can’t find her. Let me in, please, you’ve got to help me find her.’

Ellen looked around for her robe, couldn’t see it, shrugged and opened the door anyway.

Jason rushed in, stopped at the sight of Ellen’s naked body, and moved towards her. She backed away and nodded at the bed.

‘Don’t wake her,’ she whispered, ‘she told me what happened and was upset.’

Relief was written on Jason’s face.

‘You really mustn’t treat her like a child, Jason, she’s your wife and entitled to respect.’

‘Like the respect she showed me by fucking Ben on our wedding day in the bridal bed.’

‘You need to work through that, together. Violence isn’t a solution.’

Jason didn’t look convinced.

‘Look, Jason,’ Ellen had managed to find her dress, ‘you stay here with Josie and I’ll use your room.’

Jason handed over his key and was stripping off before Ellen had left the room.
 
Ellen was sound asleep when the door of the bridal suite creaked and opened. A figure slipped into the room and the door clicked behind him.

‘SURPRISE’

Ellen jerked upright at the drunken shout and the sudden flood of light. The sheet slid off her bare chest.

The man’s eyes were adjusting to the light.

‘How’s it going with you guys? Has he run out of spunk yet. Don’t worry, Josie, I can take over if you want.’

He stopped as he recognised Ellen.

‘Ben?’ she groaned. ‘How did you get a key? Get the fuck out.’

‘The key,’ Ben was moving towards the bed, ‘well there were lots of people in and out of this room during the day so it was easy just to pick one up.’

He had reached the bed now and was peeling off his shirt.

‘Now, I think I have a score to settle with you, don’t I. You need to be taught some respect.’

Ellen had met braggards before, plenty of them. Ben was drunk, which made him more difficult to handle, but at the end of the day he was a braggard just the same. She threw the sheet aside, and a smell of stake sweat and spunk and cunt juices filled the air.

‘And you think you’re the man to teach me. Come on then.’

She spread her legs wide and lay back on the pillows, her hands under her head.

Ben scrambled out his clothes and climbed onto the bed to kneel between her thighs. Her eyes settled on this cock, slightly stiff but nowhere hard enough to fuck her. Yes, she had read him right.

‘Is that it? The best you can do?’

Ben didn’t need to look down to know what she meant.

‘I’ve been busy with those bridesmaids.’ His explanation sounded weak, even to him. Ellen laughed.

‘The page boy could do better than you and he’s only 10.’

Ben’s face reddened and he raised his hand.

‘Yea, go on, Ben, hit me if you want to, if it makes you feel better. But it isn’t going to make you a man.’

His hand fell and he sank onto his heels. Ellen sat up.

‘You’re not a boy, you’re a man, and you’ve had a stressful day, so why don’t you lie back and let me take the strain. She pushed him over and took his cock into her mouth sucking gently.

She rose after a while, with Ben’s cock still at half mast, despite her best efforts. ‘Did you really fuck all the bridesmaids?’

‘Just the blonde and the brunette,’ he confessed sheepishly. ‘The redhead wasn’t interested and, well, let’s say the other was keen but not to my taste.’

‘The fat one?’

Ben grimaced, but began to smile as Ellen’s hand gently rolled his balls and her finger slid under them towards his crack. She’d found it. Every guy had one, it was just a case of finding it. Her finger moved and she bowed her head to his cock again. It stiffened quickly as her nail circled his hole, and began to throb as she eased it inside. She pulled her head away, taking a thread of sperm from the tip of his cock. Her finger moved in and out, slowly.

‘You like being ass fucked then, Ben. This isn’t the first time, is it? Have you ever had a cock up there? I bet you fancy that big black groomsman. Have you had fantasies about what his cock would feel like as it ripped you open?’

She took Ben’s cock in her other hand and began a gentle massage in rhythm with her finger.

His eyes were closed and his tongue was licking his dry lips.

‘Fuck,’ he groaned and a short burst of cream shot onto his belly.

But Ellen wasn’t finished with him yet.

‘Know what I think, Ben, I think that groomsman would like to see you in some silky. Why don’t we see what Josie has brought for her honeymoon.’ A few minutes later she was holding a black garter belt and stockings as she twirled a red thong around her fingers.

With a little help from Ellen, Ben was soon dressed in the unfamiliar clothes with his tackle tucked into the thong. Her nipples were brushing his chest when her knee hit him in the crotch for the second time.

By the time the pain was eased, he was tied to the bed with spare stockings.

Ellen didn’t look back as she left. It was time to send the bride and groom back to their suite before the other guests were up and about.
 
The sheet was rising and falling rhythmically when Ellen entered her bedroom. Soft moans accompanied by heavy breathing filled the room. She landed a smart smack on whoever’s bottom was pushing the bedding up. The sheet flew back and Josie’s head appeared. ‘Fuck off, Ellen, we’re busy.’

‘Fuck off yourself, sis,’ was the curt reply. ‘You need to get back to your room while there’s nobody about.’

The couple hunted for their clothes and rushed off, in the hope of taking up where they had left off, but were stopped in their tracks by the sight that awaited them on their bed.

‘Get this fucking stuff off me,’ Ben was curt. He lay there, tried to the bed with Josie’s stocking, clad in her thong, stockings and suspender belt.

Jason was reminded of his experience with the hotel staff the night before and Josie just ran to her phone, snapping a series of photos of the distraught best man.

‘Is that a hardon?’ Josie asked. ‘It’s difficult to tell in this light.’ She switched on the main lights.

‘It’s difficult to tell with Ben in any light,’ Jason was happy to take some revenge.

Josie was already peeling back her thong that was trapping Ben’s tackle to release the stiffy that sprang to attention.

‘Looks like it is,’ she announced, taking more photos.

‘And looks like he is enjoying wearing your undies,’ Jason had his phone now.

It was half an hour before the couple had finished tormenting the hapless Ben. By the time he had restored his clothes, if not his dignity, he began to plead.

‘OK, you’ve had your fun. Just do me a favour and delete those photos will you. The game’s over now.’ But the couple just laughed at him and in the end he had no choice but to sling away.
 
The bridal pair arrived rather sleepy eyed for breakfast the next morning. They were not the only ones who seemed to have had little sleep the night before.

Ben put in an appearance, but was quiet and sullen. A number of the guests were sharing knowing looks when he wasn't watching them, suggesting that Jason and Josie may have shared some of the photos they had taken. He pointedly never looked once in Ellen's direction.

She had packed her bags, checked out and got into her car when she spotted Ben standing forlornly on the steps of the hotel. She would down her window as she approached.

'Fucking bitch,' he spat at her.

'Bastard,' she spat back, stopping alongside him.

'You'll get what you deserve for what you did to me, just you wait.'

She laughed at him.

He glared back.

'So you like being ass fucked, Ben. Well, it just so happens that I have a dildo just the right size for you.'

Still he glared.

'It's the best offer you're going to get all day,' she teased him.

At last, he smiled.

'It's not you I blame, it's that hooker I booked for Jason's surprise. She sold out on me. I'd certainly like to get my hands on her.'

'Like to show me what you'd do if you did?'

Ben looked undecided.

'We can always book back in. They'll have lots of empty rooms. What do you say?'
 
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