F49 | Confession [on popular demand] | I was the ultimate gift at a Bachelor Party in Udaipur
A couple of years back, I was on a solo trip to Udaipur, staying at the stunning Raffles Udaipur. One warm evening I was sitting alone at the lakeside bar in a short, flowing white sundress that barely reached mid-thigh, strappy gold heels, and my favourite long pearl necklace resting perfectly between my breasts. I was sipping a large single malt whiskey on the rocks, smooth, smoky, and strong [the way I have always liked it] when I noticed a loud table of four guys from Mumbai.
They were on a bachelor trip. One of them was getting married in four weeks. I overheard them joking about “last freedom” and couldn’t help but smile. A couple of them kept stealing glances at my legs and cleavage. Instead of ignoring it, I decided to take control.
I picked up my glass, walked over confidently, and said with a raised eyebrow and a wicked smile:
“Gentlemen, you’re making far too much noise. It’s disturbing my solitude. So here’s your punishment, I’m joining your table. Move over.”
They looked stunned for a second, then burst into excited laughter and quickly made space. I sat down right next to the quietest one, who I later realised was the groom.
Drinks kept flowing. I was on my fourth large whiskey (Talisker, neat with one big ice cube, carefully cut into a big square), while the boys were deep into their sixth round of vodka sodas and beers. The conversation turned flirty fast.
One of them smirked, “G, you look dangerous.”
I laughed softly and replied, “Dangerous? Darling, I’m not dangerous… I’m addictive. The kind of addiction you’ll remember even on your wedding night. And if somebody gets addicted to me, the dangerous part is I will end up spoiling your intimacy with your wives forever, ha ha."
Another guy said, “You seem like a woman who always gets what she wants.”
I leaned forward, letting my pearls brush against the table, and whispered, “I don’t just get what I want. I take what I want… and right now, I’m thinking four strong Mumbai boys might be exactly what I need tonight.” [with a wink]
The sexual tension was thick. I finally looked at the groom and asked with a slow, seductive smile:
“So tell me, what are you boys planning to gift the groom for his bachelor party? Because traditions must be respected… and I think the goddess sitting in front of you would make a very wet, very memorable gift.”
Their jaws dropped. There was complete silence for almost ten seconds. Then I stood up, leaned down so my lips were close to their ears and said in a low, commanding voice:
“Room XXX. Exactly twenty minutes. All four of you. Not a minute earlier.”
I was almost certain one or two would chicken out. But twenty minutes later, there was a firm knock on my door.
I opened it wearing only deep red lace lingerie that left almost nothing to the imagination, a barely there bra and a tiny thong, my red Louboutin slingbacks 140, and the pearl necklace still around my neck. The look on their faces was priceless.
The second the door closed, they were all over me.
Two of them dropped to their knees instantly. They pulled my thong to the side and attacked my already wet pussy, one licking my clit in fast circles while the other pushed his tongue inside me [ I realised that these guys are experienced!]. I moaned loudly and grabbed their hair. The groom pulled my bra down and started sucking hard on my nipples, biting just enough to make me gasp. I reached down and took two hard cocks in my hands, stroking them slowly, feeling them throb and leak pre-cum.
I made them stand in front of me. I sucked all four cocks like a woman possessed, taking them deep into my throat one by one, gagging and drooling, then trying to take two at a time [ the body fluids were all over the place, on my throat, on my breast, on their cocks, on the floor, on the carpets]
My hands never stopped jerking the other two. One guy took off my Louboutin and was rubbing his thick cock against my soft feet while licking my pussy. I was dripping down my thighs. [ I realised that this guy has a passion and fetish for feet, well lucky him, mine are always pedicured and painted nails ]
Then I lay back on the huge bed, legs spread wide.
“Condoms. Now,” I ordered. Thankfully, I always carry a big carton [ I always do on the holidays, you never know when you might need them in an emergency. ]
They rolled them on. The first guy climbed on top of me and slid his cock deep inside my pussy in one thrust. I moaned like a diva or a slut, who cares, only they would be able to tell, as he started pounding me. While he fucked me, I had another cock in my mouth and two more in my hands, stroking them hard. They kept rotating, each one taking his turn mounting me, fucking me hard and deep while I sucked and jerked the others.
I rode them too. But the hottest moment was when I made the groom lie down and climbed on him in reverse cowgirl. I lowered my dripping pussy onto his thick cock slowly, letting him feel every inch. Then I started riding him like a woman in heat, bouncing hard, grinding deep, my ass jiggling with every movement [ squats in the weight training come extremely handy for these ]. My pearls were bouncing between my tits, my hair wild. While I rode him, I had one cock in my mouth, sucking greedily, and the other two in my hands, stroking them fast.
“Fuck me harder,” I moaned. “This is your last taste of real freedom, boy. Use this pussy properly.”
He grabbed my hips and started thrusting up into me like an animal. The other guys were watching, stroking themselves, occasionally slapping my tits or pulling my hair. I came so hard I squirted all over his cock and the bed.
They kept fucking me in every position, doggy while I sucked another, on my side with one leg up, even standing against the wall. I lost count of how many times they rotated. My mouth, my pussy, my hands, my tits, even my feet, verything was used.
By the end, all four of them had cum hard, some in my mouth, some on my tits, some inside the condoms while buried deep in my pussy. I was a sweaty, cum-covered, satisfied mess, glowing like the true sex goddess I am.
I looked at the groom, smiled, and whispered, “Remember this night when you’re saying your vows.”
What happens in Udaipur… stays in Udaipur.
I am sure they looked for me the next day. The next day I was back on the flight, so a lovely memory created. The photograph on my profile is actually not of this incident. It is from some other incident, but since you guys asked for the moment when I was the guest, this is the most exciting thing. Maybe the photograph story some other time.
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