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The Stag Doe

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The true story of when my brother was invited to my stag doe party at a sex club. Though the dialogue may not be 100% accurate.

I looked back at the sound of my name only to have my brother lay his meaty cock on my face.

But that’s getting ahead in the story. It all started when I got engaged. I was 24 when my now husband proposed to me. We started dating during college and after a few years he finally popped the question. When I tell you I screamed. After all, I loved that man and still do.

Fast forward a few months and we’re planning things for the wedding. Specifically, we’re planning our bachelor and bachelorette party. My fiance and I had always been in a somewhat open relationship and we always liked to play together, so we decided to have a jack and jill, or as I’ve always called it, a stag doe. Since we knew we wanted it to be a night of debauchery, we planned a night at a sex club we’d been too quite a few times. What can I say, I like to show off and I’m constantly encouraging my fiance to as well.

As to why I like to show him off, well, he’s a sexy guy! Tall and skinny with a little bit of muscle definition. Cute smile. Glasses. A bit of a nerd. And, oh yeah, a lovely six inch dick. Now, I know that’s only a bit above average, but I mean it when I say lovely. He’s got a dick for porn.

Myself, I’m a good five inches shorter than him with a hell of a tomboy cut to my blonde hair. Unfortunately, if you came to this looking for a story about a girl with huge tits, you’ve come to the wrong place. I’m sadly a B cup, but what I lack in the chest I more than make up for in the ass. I’ve always joked about how frustrating it is to see a girl with a huge chest and no ass. You’re either born with big breasts or you aren’t, but you can build an ass and that’s exactly why I work out. I can take or leave the health benefits. For me, it’s all about building the glutes.

Anyway, we planned the evening and sent out a text to the group chat we had for the wedding party with all the details. It was only after we’d went it that my fiance said something.

“Hey, is it going to be weird that your brother is your best man?”

I had gotten so caught up in the idea of a night of wild sex before our wedding that I’d forgotten about my brother. I didn’t have any sister and I’d always known my brother would be in my wedding party in some aspect. Thankfully I grew up to not really care about traditions and asked him to be my best man. It worked out surprisingly well since my fiance’s best friend was a girl. It worked out well until we decided to have a sexy party with him there.

We debated what to do for hours. And I do mean hours. Eventually, more from coaxing from my fiance than anything else, I agreed to follow through with our plans. After all, it was a big club. We decided when we couldn’t take it any longer, we’d sneak off from the wedding party to go at each other. For being a sex club it really did have more of a club atmosphere anyway. It would be like a party that just happened to have naked people around. No big deal. Being there with my brother wouldn’t be weird.

And it wasn’t at first. We all got the club and waited for each other at the bar. The dress code was lingerie, so I found a really nice white set that I thought gave off a strong wedding vibe. My hubby went with something I could only describe as being a tuxspeedo. My brother, not that I was trying to pay attention, thankfully went on the side of modesty and wore a tank top and some biker shorts. The rest of the wedding party was similar dressed, though I did selfishly not allow anyone else to wear white. I was the bride and was quick to tell anyone that would listen. I’ll admit to loving the attention. It’s amazing how quickly guys get hard when they hear that you’re about to belong to another man forever.

I was graciously downing a shot when I tuned back into my brother. He’d was talking with a beautiful bombshell of a woman that looked like an amazon next to him. I’d never given my brothers looks much thought. He was short for a guy, about the same height as me, and built stocky. My fiance always said he was built like a dwarf. And, objectively, I could admit that he was good looking. He must’ve been, because the girl he was talking to was laughing and blushing at whatever he was saying. He was, after all, a very charismatic guy. And she was clearly having an effect on him as well. I wasn’t trying to look, but even at that distance I could see the outline of his dick struggling as it was trapped between his thigh and the spandex.

I had completely forgotten that I was talking to the guy that had bought me a shot until he asked if I was okay. I must’ve been blushing. I excused myself quickly and tracked down my husband to be. I was ready to sneak off and get fucked and it had nothing to do with my brother. At least, I tried my best to tell myself that. My hubby didn’t need any convincing. Shocking that being around so many naked bodies would put him in the mood, no?

We found a room that no one was using and we waisted no time. I took my bra and thong off, leaving on my stockings and garter belt, of course. And after pulling him closer, I yanked down my fiances speedo and watched his cock bounce back up. I felt like my body was on fire. I wanted him inside of me, but that would be too quick. So first I buried my face under his dick, my tongue lapping at his balls as I drank in his scent. Then I dragged my tongue along his length and smiled up at him.

“It won’t be long before I’m your sweet blushing bride. But tonight, I want to be treated like a whore.”

That was all the encouragement he needed. He slapped me in the cheek a few times with his dick before shoving it into my mouth. It was exactly what I wanted. I wanted to be used. My man was a gentle lover most of the time, but he didn’t know how to cut loose. He throat fucked me for a while before pulling me up and practically throwing me onto the bed. I could tell he was just as into this as I was. His dick was twitching as climbed on top of me and unceremoniously plunged his length into me.

“Fuck!” I screamed out. As he plowed into me I dug my nails into his back so hard I knew I must’ve broken the skin, but he pushed on anyway. For a good fifteen or twenty minutes I was in heaven. Then, he began to slow down. I was about to ask him what was wrong when I heard another voice.

“Who knew you could fuck like that, Sara.”

I looked back at the sound of my name only to have my brother lay his meaty cock on my face. I was so focused on the dicking that I was getting, I hadn’t noticed him come into the room. I was laying on my back and had to tilt my head back to look at the door through which he came and that meant face was in the perfect position for him to plop his heavy cock on my face. And heavy it was. The shorts he was wearing earlier may have showed the outline, but they didn’t do it justice. I’m no size queen, but I could feel that he wasn’t fully erect and already it was the same length as my fiances and thicker.

The tip of his dick slapped against my lips when he laid it down and I don’t know if it was the dick still slowly working between my legs clouding my mind, but not a single thought went through my head as I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue. It was all the invitation my brother needed. One step forward dragged his balls along my forward and slipped the head of his cock into my waiting mouth. I really mean it when I say I had never thought about my brother sexually before and definitely never thought about his dick, but I sure as fuck was thinking about it in that moment.

“I hope you two are having a wonderful night.” My brother spoke so casually; like nothing out of the ordinary was happening. He had the tone of someone chatting about the weather. “I know I’m having a great time!” I could feel that he was. As he slowly worked himself between my lips I could feel him growing and hardening. Before long, I couldn’t keep him in my mouth from that position and his cock freed itself with a wet pop. “I figured I could help make this a memorable night. You know, a proper send off.” Again, he spoke so jovially as he took another step forward, resting his sack against my still open mouth. “Hope that’s okay.”

I might have mumbled a respond or I might not have. Honestly, I’m not sure. My mouth was too occupied with licking and sucking at his balls to know. If I did say anything, it certainly wouldn’t have been clear.

My fiance, however, did reply. “O-of course.” Unlike my brother, his voice was strained and I could feel his body tensing up. At first I thought he was upset, but when I heard him mutter fuck under his breath I remembered he’d been fucking me for nearly a half hour now. I knew what that fuck meant. At the time I didn’t know why, but I pushed him back before he came. He grunted loudly as he blew his load against the side of the bed. Looking back, it was probably so that the first time my brother saw my crotch it wasn’t covered in cum. My fiance stumbled back, no doubt confused by my push and wracked with an orgasm.

I likely whined when my brother took his balls from my mouth and went over to steady my hubby. “Woah, there. That was a hell of a nut. You alright?” My fiance nodded as my brother helped him over to one of the chairs along the side of the room. “How about you rest for a minute, catch your breath, and join back in when you’re ready, bud?” It was a question, but he didn’t wait for a reply. Instead, he walked back over to where I was still laying on my back, head tilted to watch them. I could see that the distracting took a bit of the wind of out his sails, leaving his cock to sway between his legs as crossed the room.

“Say, sis. When I walked by this room earlier, I could’ve sworn I heard you say something. What was it?” There was my obnoxious older brother. He had three years on me, but growing up he loved to tease me. So much so that we had a bit of a rift between us when we were teenagers. We’d fully mended our relationship since then, but every now and again he’d still tease me, though his tone had a very different meaning this time. He stood so that his dick was inches from the side of my face as he repeated the question, almost more to himself. “What was it?”

“I want to be treated like a whore.” My voice was breathy and quiet. I still couldn’t believe what was happening. It was all so fast.

He moved so that his package draped across my face again. “I can’t hear you. You’ll have to speak up!” He cupped his ear as if to hear me better.

I glared up at him. “I want to be treated like a whore.” I repeated, louder this time, trying my best toi talk around the dick pressed against my lips.

“Oh yeah! That was it!” He grabbed his dick and slapped it hard against my lips several times. Each heavy smack I felt his cock stiffen. It was hard to judge too accurately up close, but it was at least eight inches fully erect. “Well, it is your special day. The bride-to -be should get whatever it is she wants.” He smacked me in the face with his dick again, only this time it actually kind of hurt. He put some real force behind it. “You see, I find the first step to being a whore is being put in your place. A good whore knows they’re whore. And nothing says I’m a whore like a good cock slap.”

I opened my mouth to respond with something bratty when he slapped me across the lips again. My lips actually stung from the impact.

“But being a whore isn’t just getting cock slapped. It’s thanking someone for it.” He slapped me three more times until I have in.

“Thank you.”

“See? That’s perfect. You’re doing great. Next, I’d gauge how dirty of a whore we’re talking here. Some girls talk a big game and then won’t even go down. I find there’s a real easy test for something like that.” He shifted so that his balls were in my face again. I didn’t need to be told what he wanted. My tongue darted across his sack, lapping at it hungrily. “That’s a good whore. Didn’t even need me to ask that time. And, even dirtier, since your man is watching you suck my balls.”

I was so caught up in what was going on between my brother and I had kind of forgotten about my fiance. I tilted my head to look over at him. He was still in the chair watching us intently. I could even see that he was sporting a half chub. That was encouraging. My gaze was suddenly pulled back to my brother as he put his hands on the side of my head and tilted it to look up at him.

“I’ll let you know when you can look at your fiance. But since since you want to look at him so badly, we’ll change positions.”

I knew my brother was strong. He used to wrestle a lot as kids and despite being a girl, he never really took it easy on me. I wasn’t surprised that he was able to pick me up and flip me onto my stomach. His strong hands lifted my hips off the bad to give him a full view of my ass. I was always so proud of my ass and smirked a bit on the inside when I heard my brother grunt in satisfaction behind me. That smirk turned into a wince when he spanked me so hard that he left a red hand print on my ass.

“Hey! Watch it back there.” I called over my shoulder. That was the wrong thing to do. He grabbed the back of my neck and shoved my face into the bed.

“Woah there, sis. I don’t think a good whore would talk back like that, do you?”

Again, I opened my mouth to say something witty back, but all that came out was a moan as he thrust two fingers into my still soaking pussy with his free hand. He began to finger me roughly, leaving my face pressed into the bed to stifle my sounds until finally letting up and giving me a chance to breath.

“Now you can look at your husband to be. But only for a moment.”

I lifted my head and locked eyes with my man. He still hadn’t fully recovered from his orgasm, but I could see he was playing with himself. He began to pick up the pace and had only a moment to process before my own eyes went wide. While I was making eye contact with my future husband, my brother forced his hefty cock inside of me. “Oh fuck!” I screamed out. My brother was relentless. He didn’t give me time to get use to his thickness at all. He just pounded into me, the lewd sound of his hips crashing against my ass the only sound apart from my screams.

“That’s a good whore. After all, what’s a whore besides a cunt to be filled.”

And I wanted to be his whore. The initial shock was gone. Now it was only pleasure. My entire body quaked with each thrust of his massive cock. His heavy balls slapped my stomach with each movement. I would’ve done anything to have him keep fucking me like that forever. And what’s worse, he knew it.

Without warning, he ripped his cock out of me and slapped it against my ass a few times. I audibly protested, a low guttural whine I don’t think I had ever made before. Which each slap I wiggled my behind for him, trying to get him to stick it back in.

“And finally, when I have a good whore, I like to make her cunt mine.” He pulled one of my ass cheeks to the side and thudded his cock against my soaked pussy. The wet sound of it made my shiver. “A good whore knows that her cunt is mine. She’ll beg for it.”

“Please.” The word left my mouth without and resistance. I was even pushing my ass back against his rigid member, trying to get him to keep fucking me.

“She’ll tell anyone who’s cunt it is.”

I looked back at my brother, but he wasn’t looking at me. As he teased his tip against my entrance, his eyes were fixed on my fiance. I turned back to face my fianced and tried to thrust backwards, but my brothers hand on my ass kept me out of reach, just letting his tip play through my folds.

“Anyone.” He repeated.

I couldn’t help myself. I looked my future husband, the love of my life and the man I wanted to have children with, right in the eyes as I said, “This is my brothers cunt.”

“You’re fucking right it is.” He moved his hand to grab my head and keep my head up and facing my fiance as he sankhis cock back into me. My fiance was masturbating furiously now, watching me be ravaged by my own brother. “Say it!” He commanded.

And I replied, “It’s your cunt!”

I don’t know how long he fucked me like that, but my pussy was sore when he pulled his cock from me. In one fluid motioned he got off the bed, bringing me with him to kneel in front of my fiance. With a primal sound he blasted his load into my face, the force of it splattering some onto my fiance. I was on my knees gasping, looking up at my brother with one eye closed when he patted me on the head.

“Hope it was a memorable night for you both. And I wish you both nothing but happiness in your marriage.” And with that, my brother left the room, leaving me covered in cum and unsure of what to do next.

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  • Reply Terry ID:h9azenvqm

    Very good