After a boozy brunch with bottomless mimosas, Ricardo organized an afternoon pub crawl. I was pretty buzzed by the time the afternoon ended at Desire, one of Vegas's most popular strip clubs. When we arrived to the club on that Sunday afternoon, we discovered that Ricardo had organized for us a private back room with some of the club's most beautiful women. He specifically requested five escorts so that we'd each have a "one-to-one" ratio.
"Amazing!" the guys said in unison. "This will be sick!"
Even though each of them had gotten plenty of action the night before, they were all excited by the prospect of high-end strippers. The hostess showed us to a private room that had several couches and chairs, as well as purple black lights focused on the stage and dancers. It was dimly lit but still bright enough to see all the action.
At the start of the private show, the hostess asked what fantasy we wanted to experience. Ricardo explained that I was getting married in a week and hadn't gotten much action this weekend in Vegas. He therefore asked for the variety show so that we could see "a little bit of everything the dancers had to offer."
"We can arrange that," the hostess said. "There's just one rule here: anything goes except for fucking. For the safety of everyone involved, we ask that you not fuck the experts."
The guys groaned but assented to the one rule. There was still plenty we could do besides full-on sex, and Ricardo joked that we could also ask for an "exception" for the groom.
Five of the most beautiful women I had ever seen emerged from behind the curtain wearing long, flowing dresses. There was a foxy Latina woman in a sheer, red gown; a voluptuous Black woman in a pearly white dress studded with diamonds; and a fierce Asian woman with blond highlights and a purple satin dress. They all had incredible racks, hourglass figures, and asses that were to die for. Two other white strippers joined the crew: a tall, big-breasted blonde woman and a foxy redhead who looked like Emma Stone. Altogether, they were the sexiest women I've ever seen; better than the party guests last night and all with larger breasts than my fiancé Charlotte.
The dancers took the initiative by going up to us one-on-one. Very formally, they asked us to dance. I felt awkward in my casual clothes dancing with the foxy redhead in her gold-laced cocktail gown. But as I started to slow-dance with her, she leaned in and whispered in my ear. "Hey stud," she said, "I hear you're getting married soon. That's too bad, since you're soooo handsome."
The girls kept up the small talk as they danced with each of us. Emily, the name of my dancer, then took a step forward by pushing me against a sofa seat. "Take a seat, stud," she said. "And let me show you what's beneath my dress."
Emily climbed on top of me as I waited yearningly to see beneath her dress. Her hair, eyes, nose, and face all seemed perfect, and I guessed that the rest of her body was too. She mounted me like a professional before starting to give me a lap dance. Her gold dress started loosening up a bit and casually fell off her shoulder. Emily then reached down and started kissing me passionately—putting her lips on mine. She even playfully bit my tongue as her body writhed on top of me.
A quick glance around the room revealed that all of my groomsmen were now getting lap dances too. Ricardo had been mounted by the sexy Latina, Drew had the foxy Asian writhing on top of him; and Logan was feeling the Black stripper's breasts while she bounced on his crotch. My stepbrother Jared had the voluptuous blonde woman riding on top of him. She looked to be a few years older than him, but the 19-year-old college student was firmly grabbing her double-F breasts as she grinded on his crotch.
My stripper then did something that surprised me and took off my shirt. "You gotta strip for me before I strip for you," she teased.
I looked around and noticed that the other guys were starting to take clothing off their dancers. The blonde babe's dress was halfway to the floor, and the others had their dresses slipping off to reveal at least one of their boobs. My stripper was still fully clothed as she unbuttoned my pants. As she loosened the button of my jeans, I had forgotten that I was still wearing the leopard-print thong. But Emily loved this and shrieked in glee for the other strippers to see. One by one they looked over, as the groom's pants were lowered to the floor and my leopard-print thong was revealed to the room.
Emily then told me that I needed to go on stage for my "bachelor party special." As I sat down in a chair on stage, all five sexy women would come and give me attention. It was every guy's dream, to have five gorgeous babes grinding on top of them. And my excitement was already revealed in that my leopard-print thong was now straining at the seams.
The underwear that previously constricted my penis to tiny proportions was now flaunting it for the room to see. All five inches of my cock were filling the thong's pouch to the brim and pushing it away from my body. Everyone in the room could clearly make out the size and shape of my cock.
"Someone's excited!" Emily yelled, as I assumed my position on stage. The other girls cheered as the groom took his seat with five sexy chicks around them. The other guys were a little pissed that their dancers had left them, but it was a small sacrifice for a bachelor party weekend that had so far gotten them a ton of sex.
With my hard-on straining my leopard print thong, I sat on stage before my groomsmen who were all still fully clothed. However, I didn't feel embarrassed because these sexy women were now giving me their full and undivided attention. Instead, I was just turned-on as I had never been before.
The girls each stripped out of their dresses to reveal the skimpiest thongs that barely covered their smooth-shaven pussies. Not one of them wore a bra so now five massive pairs of breasts bobbed up and down before me. The Latina's were the biggest but the Black and blonde vixens' were not far behind. Emily and the sexy Asian chick had slightly smaller racks but were still absurd compared to most women. It was obvious why all five of these babes were exotic dancers.
The girls took turns dancing on me and letting me feel their boobs. The Latina shoved her massive breasts right on my face and rolled them around as I stuck out my tongue. The Asian girl sat on me reverse-cowgirl style, with her ass rubbing my dick as I fondled her tits from behind. The guys were jealous as I got a lap dance from every girl there, which allowed me to make out with them and fondle their breasts at will. This more than made up for my lack of sex last night.
Finally, when it was Emily's turn to mount my lap once again, she decided to take things a step further. As she rubbed her tight ass on my crotch, she reached down and pulled off my undies. As I lifted up my butt to thrust at her, the leopard-print thong dropped to the floor. I was now fully naked in front of my groomsmen as Emily shoved her tits in my face.
As my tongue lapped at the nipples on Emily's perky tits, her hand reached back and grabbed my five-inch manhood. It was harder than it had ever been and Emily's tight grip sent shockwaves through my body. With only a few strokes of her slender hand, my cock exploded and shot a load of semen all over Emily's butt. She laughed as she climbed off of me, which allowed the rest of the strippers and groomsmen to get a clear view of my cock. There it was, in its straining glory, covered in a sea of cum.
"Guess the groom got too excited!" one of the strippers said. "They usually at least wait for a blowjob!"
