Finale Florian

Lisa entered the suite’s large main room and stopped abruptly. The music was still playing, the lights were dimmed. Svenja and Sara were nowhere to be seen. But she spotted Florian at the edge of the bar, still in his suit, his shirt half-open, his cock already half-hard in his pants again. That wasn’t good. Sara needed to go get Florian now and distract him. Lisa cursed under her breath. Plan B. Immediately. She walked straight up to him, pressed a thick tube of lube into his hand, and whispered in his ear with a sweet, innocent smile: “Your fiancée wants you in there in the closet. Get undressed and lube up your cock nice and thick with this lube. She’s waiting in there. Don’t talk much—get right to it.”

Florian blushed briefly, looked at her uncertainly, but his lust won out. He just nodded, hurriedly undressed in front of the closet—jacket, shirt, pants, everything fell to the floor. His cock sprang out already stiff, thick, and swollen. Lisa handed him the tube. As he spread the gel thick and shiny over the entire shaft, slowly jerking off and moaning, he asked quietly, “What exactly is this?”

Lisa smiled wickedly and ran her finger briefly over his glans.

“Just lube, so you can last longer, honey. Svenja wants it really intense today.”

Florian grinned shyly, nodded, and then smeared a generous amount around his anus as well, even pushing a finger inside as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Lisa waited until he was done, then opened the door to the small adjoining room and pushed him inside with both hands. “Have fun, groom. Two eager men are already waiting here for round two,” Lisa called through the closed door.

The door slammed shut behind him. Inside, two naked men were already waiting—waiting for round two. They didn’t waste any time and overpowered him. One of them said, “A hole is a hole,” while he fucked Florian from behind. Florina couldn’t say a word because she already had the second cock in her mouth. She could still hear Florian groan in surprise, then a deep, lecherous laugh from the two men. The humiliation was complete.

Lisa turned around. In the hallway, the five extra-large black cocks were already waiting—five huge, gleaming BBCs, all already half-hard and ready. She beckoned them over. “Hello, Jerome, Room 1. Svenja is already prepared. The girl belongs to you today. Finish her off.” The five guys grinned and immediately disappeared into the first room. Lisa knew exactly what was coming next: Svenja, who should have been lying in bed long ago, was about to be fucked by five of the thickest black cocks at the same time.

Then she stepped onto the small stage in the middle of the room, picked up the mic, and smiled at the circle of guests still present—a mix of curious friends, horny uncles, and nosy aunts. “Dear guests, the bride and groom have unfortunately already said their goodbyes— … but the party is far from over. On the contrary—it’s only just getting really sexual.” She paused briefly, letting the tension build. “Rooms 2 through 5 have been specially stocked by Florian and Svenja with their favorite girlfriends, just for you. A maximum of two people per room. And yes… the girls are already ready.”

At that very moment, Lisa gave Jan a signal. The technician turned on the four large projectors on the wall. Suddenly, live images of the swings appeared on all four screens:

Verena—lying on her back, her ass labeled “Svenja’s wedding gift.”

Steffi—glowing red butt, “Wedding gift from Florian.”

Madeleine—curvy and shy, “free use, no condom” on her wide ass.

Tanja—slim, tits with nipple clamps, plug in her ass, “I need it hard.”

All four hung there spread-eagled, slicked up, vibrating, mouths agape, and waited. Lisa smiled broadly at the crowd. “Cost: €50 per person per visit. Cash or card. Please form an orderly line. Have fun using the wedding gifts.”

The first guests were already pulling out their wallets. The very last humiliation of the night had only just begun—and this time, absolutely nothing was going according to plan.