Stripper for a bachelor party

The guys sat with their legs spread wide on the worn leather sofas, their pants already unzipped, their half-hard cocks in their hands, waiting impatiently for the show they’d booked for 800 euros.

“Hardcore show,” one of them had emphasized again. “Full strip, pussy on full display, photos and videos allowed, touching optional. The slut’s supposed to finger herself and really turn us on.”

Finally, the door opened.

A masked woman came in—long black wig, tight black vinyl bodysuit. She saw the ten horny, drunk guys all staring at her and froze in the middle of the room.

She immediately turned around and tried to get out. The door was closed. Locked. A red light shone above it. “1 hour—no interruptions” it said.

The slut panicked. She reached for her mask, but changed her mind at the last moment and started dancing instead—totally shy, stiff, almost ridiculous. Her hips barely moved; she held her arms in front of her tits.

“Hey, what the hell is this?!” one of them yelled immediately. “We didn’t pay for a lame gogo show! Get naked, you cunt! Show us your tits and your pussy!”

Another shouted loudly: “Full strip! Get that cunt out! Spread your legs and finger yourself! That’s what we paid for, after all!”

The masked woman flinched. She reacted to the shouting, turned around, and finally began to undress.

But way too fast.

The vinyl bodysuit was gone in under three minutes. First the top—two heavy, pale tits popped out, the dark nipples already stiff. Then the panties. She pulled them down hastily, kicked them away, and suddenly stood completely naked before them.

A clean-shaven pussy, slightly swollen inner labia that were already glistening a bit. The tight pink ass. The pale skin glowed in the red light.

And then… she just stood there. Arms hanging limply down. She didn’t know what to do next. No dance, no pose, no finger in her pussy. Just naked and lost.

The guys got pissed.

“What kind of fucking show is this?!” one of them yelled. “Don’t just stand there like some uptight housewife! Do something! Show us your pussy properly! Finger yourself! Rub your tits! Anything, you stupid whore!”

The masked woman just kept standing there, thighs slightly pressed together, hands twitching as if she wanted to cover herself.

Then something seemed to occur to her.

She struck a yoga pose. Legs spread wide, upper body bent forward, hands on the floor—Downward Dog. Her ass jutted right at them, her pussy opened slightly, the pink asshole clearly visible.

The guys laughed briefly.

Then she switched to some kind of Zumba pose—hips circling, tits jiggling, but totally clumsy and stiff. She tried a deep squat, spread her legs, and let her pussy flash briefly, but it looked more like a poorly executed fitness exercise than a dirty strip show.

“Hey, what the hell is this?!” one of them yelled. “Is this a gym class or something?! We want a hot pussy show, not some Zumba lady!”

The slut was visibly sweating. She moved into the next yoga pose—sitting on the floor with her legs spread wide, legs in a split, upper body leaning back so her tits jutted upward and her open pussy was pointing right at the crowd.

The guys were getting more and more dissatisfied. One had already stood up and moved closer.

“For 800 euros, we want more than this fitness crap, you slut…”

The masked woman stood there, pussy open, asshole twitching, tits jiggling—and had absolutely no idea how she was supposed to keep these horny, drunk men happy now.

The guys were slowly getting really pissed off. The masked woman stood there, completely naked, pussy open, asshole twitching, tits jiggling—and kept doing those stupid yoga and Zumba poses like a uptight fitness chick.

One of the guys, the biggest and loudest of the group, stood up, his cock already half-hard in his hand, and walked straight toward her.

“Listen up, little one,” he said with a nasty grin. “You apparently can’t dance. Then just do a few poses. With our cocks.”

The masked woman froze. You could see her pale tits rising and falling faster. She glanced briefly at the locked door, then back at the ten horny guys surrounding her.

“B-but… no fucking…,” she whispered shyly, her voice almost squeaky under the mask. Her voice trembled.

The leader laughed loudly and immediately saw his chance. He stepped even closer, grabbed her roughly by the chin, and **** her to look at him.

“Okay,” he said slowly and with relish. “No fucking. But you’re going to give all eight of us here a blowjob… and we get to really grope you while you do it. Squeeze your tits, finger your pussy, rub your asshole—whatever we want. Deal?”

The slut visibly swallowed. Her cheeks beneath the mask turned bright red. She stood there stiff as a board for a moment, naked and helpless, then nodded ever so slightly.

“…Okay…,” she whispered, barely audibly.

The guys cheered excitedly.

They pounced immediately. Four hands grabbed her heavy tits at once, brutally squeezing the soft flesh together, pulling on her dark nipples and twisting them hard. Two other fingers slid right between her thighs, roughly spread her labia apart, and thrust into her already wet pussy without warning. A thick finger pressed against her tight asshole at the same time and slowly penetrated it.

The masked woman was now kneeling in the middle of the room, completely naked, her pale tits hanging heavily forward. Her eyes were wide open beneath the mask.

The leader roughly grabbed her by the hair and shoved his thick, hard cock deep down her throat.

“Come on, you cheap slut—suck it right!”

She gagged immediately, drool running from the corners of her mouth as he brutally rammed her head back and forth. At the same time, eight hands reached for her body. Her tits were brutally kneaded and squeezed, her nipples pulled and twisted. Two thick fingers took turns fucking her wet cunt, a third pressed deep into her tight asshole and stretched it.

The leader groaned loudly, pulled his cock out, and shot the first thick load directly onto her tits. Thick, white spurts splattered onto her pale skin, ran over her nipples, and dripped heavily downward.

The next one was right on top of her. He grabbed her head and fucked her face hard and deep until she gasped. While he used her, the other guys spread the fresh cum all over her body with their hands—they smeared it over her stomach, over her tits, even over her back and her ass.

One after another, it was their turn.

The third guy shot his load right across both her tits, so that the cum ran down between them in thick strands.

The fourth guy pulled his cock out at the last moment and shot his load directly onto her left tit, then the guys spread the warm goo with their hands until both tits were shiny and smeared with cum.

The fifth and sixth came almost simultaneously—one into her wide-open mouth, the other directly onto her right tit. She had to swallow everything that came into her mouth, while the others’ cum ran down her cheeks and neck.

The seventh was particularly brutal. He held her head tight and fucked her throat so deep it brought tears to her eyes. When he came, he pulled out and sprayed his entire load all over her tits and stomach. The guys laughed and immediately smeared the fresh cum with their hands—they rubbed it over her nipples, her stomach, even between her ass cheeks.

The last one, the eighth, grinned nastily. He grabbed her head, fucked her deep in the mouth a few more times, then pulled out and aimed deep between her legs. His thick, white stream splashed directly onto her clean-shaven pussy. He squirted it all over her swollen labia and her clit.

Then he reached his hand between her legs, spread his own cum with relish over her entire pussy, rubbed it into her slit, and pushed two cum-smeared fingers deep into her hole. He also spread the warm, sticky wetness over her asshole until her entire lower half was glistening and dripping.

The masked woman knelt there—completely spent. Her entire upper body was smeared with the eight men’s cum. Thick white strands ran down her tits, her stomach, her thighs. Her pussy and asshole glistened wet from the last load that had just been rubbed deep inside her.

The guys leaned back, their cocks still half-hard, and grinned contentedly.

“Well, there you go… for 800 euros, that was a decent show after all, you horny wedding whore.”

The masked woman was breathing heavily, smeared with cum and humiliated, while the red light above the door finally turned green.