Ross’s bachelor party (Chandler’s version)

Ross was finally getting married to Rachel. I was a little shocked that he didn’t ask me to be best man. I assumed I was closer with him than Joey. But it was sort of understandable. It was a little awkward when I was around him and Rachel.

Monica and I had been around them when they had a really nasty fight. A lot of cruel words were said. I was shocked when they were still together acting like nothing had happened. I didn’t think they were right for each other if they could fight like that.

Joey told me to fly down to Florida on Thursday. Nobody picked me up from the airport. I had to Uber to the restaurant that him and Ross were already at.

As soon as I got there, Ross ordered some patron shots. And then ordered some more. Joey and I split the bill. Fuck me. I didn’t have this kind of money if the whole weekend was going to be like this.

When we got back to the house, which was in the middle of a stereotypical suburb neighborhood, (I’m sure the families next door had 2 and a half kids) Joey drunkenly whispered in my ear. “I hired some bitches. I hope you’re ready to fuck.”

And sure enough three ladies arrived at the door. An older woman about ten years older than me, who seemed to be in charge. She was blonde and had some decent sized tots and ass. She did the talking with Joey. They was also a really young brunette, who had tattoos and tits bigger than my head. I couldn’t take my eyes off her. There was also a stunning black girl with tremendous curves. I was so excited to watch them strip.

Joey came back from talking with the blonde. He got us together in a huddle. I ask, “Where are they going to strip?”

Joey laughed, “They’re not strippers. They’re hookers. Which one do you want bachelor boy?”

Ross bit his lip, “I’ve never been with a black girl before. I wanna see what my long white dick looks like in her dark pussy.”

Joey hi-fives him. “Good choice, bro. I was going to make the same. I’ll take the thick blonde. Chandler you can have the fucking Amazon.”

Him and Ross laughed. They both went and grabbed their women and took them to their bedroom, leaving me with the brunette.

I introduced myself, “Hi, I’m Chandler. Sorry if I’m awkward, but I’ve never done this before.”

She laughed, “I’m Candi. I’ve never done this before either. It’s my first night.”

“Oh really?” I asked. “How’d you get into this?”

“Well I just graduated high school a month ago.” Holy shit, she was 18! Almost a decade younger than me. “And I needed a job. I saw a posting, and I thought I’d be a fit. I did an interview, and they hired me. They told me I didn’t have to have sex if I didn’t want to.”

I reassure her, “We don’t have to have sex. I have a girlfriend.”

She looked relieved, “Oh cool. I would’ve done it because it’s a lot more money, but if you don’t want to that’s fine too. We can do other stuff if you want. Whatever you’re comfortable with.”

I said, “Not that I wouldn’t want to! You’re very attractive. And actually my type.”

“What’s your type?” She asked placing her hand on my arm.

“Pretty and curvy brunettes,” I replied.

She giggled, “I definitely have the curves.” Her hand frames her tremendously large rack.

I laughed, “Yeah those are MASSIVE. How is your back not killing you?”

“Oh it does! But I don’t have the money for any type of reduction surgery. Plus I might as well make money with them why I can. Do you want to see them?”

I stammered, “Sure.”

I watched her peel off her tank top, her arms were covered in tattoos. I said, “I like your tattoos.”

In her bra, she said, “Thanks. Your arms would look great in sleeves.” Her hands slid down my arms.

I laughed, “I can’t handle that sort of commitment.” My eyes stared at her massive cleavage that was barely contained by her bra.

She put her hands behind her back to unclasp her bra. “I’m just saying, your arms are already sexy, but you’d look so much hotter with tattooed sleeves: so badass.” She let her bra down and freed her tits.

Holy fuck were they big. Maybe even bigger than my head. My hand couldn’t even cover one of her large nipples.

Yes. I felt them up. You can’t blame me. They were right there and she was begging me to! I couldn’t be rude. They were so soft and heavy in my hands. Only my hands. I didn’t use my mouth or touch them with my tongue. I only felt them up. I was drunk from the patron! You can’t blame me for not being able to fully tamper my male instincts.

As I was feeling up her tits, I heard a female yell from Joey’s room, “FOR THE LAST TIME! DO NOT TOUCH MY ASSHOLE! YOU DO IT AGAIN, I’M GETTING MY FRIEND WHO IS WAITING IN THE CAR AND YOU DO NOT WANT TO MEET HIM!”

Oh shit! Joey better take it easy. I didn’t want to meet him either. But I quickly forgot about the scary man waiting in the car, when I returned to playing with the massive mammaries.

Seeing her massive tits, and feeling them up got me excited. She noticed that excitement. Her hand drifted to my crotch, and rubbed me through my pants. She softly said, “I showed you mine. Will you show me yours?”

It was only fair. I unzipped my pants and slid them down my hips. My cock was so hard and standing at attention. Candi (that definitely wasn’t her real name) said, “Wow.” And gripped my cock. “Are you suuuuure you don’t want to have sex?” She looks up at me, blinking her big brown eyes.

I stammered, “I love my girlfriend.”

She said, “That’s a shame. You would’ve been a first to remember.” And before I could say anything, she wrapped her lips around my cock.

Holy shit! Fuck! Her tongue swirled around my cock head. Oh fuck. I didn’t say anything. I couldn’t say anything! It just happened and she was sucking my cock! And it was amazing! And I came so fucking quickly! I don’t think she had me in her mouth for more than a minute.

She was surprised when my cum spurted into her mouth, but she didn’t blink and just swallowed it down. She came up wiping her mouth. She said, “Sorry I didn’t ask, but I thought you deserved a little special treat for being so sweet to me.”

I couldn’t even respond. I had just gotten a blowjob from a young 18 year old hottie who was definitely not my exclusive girlfriend. I felt so fucking guilty. How could I let this happen? How could I tell Monica? Would this be a dirty secret that would eat me from the inside.

Oh fuck. What an awful way to start a bachelor trip. Candi put her top back on and got herself a drink while I sat silently. The blonde came out of her room followed by Joey who looked mighty pleased with himself.

Then there was a LOUD ruckus from Ross’s room. There was audible smack, then a male voice yelling, “Where are you going, you black bitch!? My big white cock isn’t done with your nigger cunt.”

What. The. Fuck.

The blonde turned to Candi, and commanded, “Go get Steve!” The young brunette sprinted out the door to the awaiting SUV parked in the street.

The blonde and Joey both barge into Ross’s room. Joey tried to calm the situation. “They’re just doing a little role playing. **** and master type shit. It’s okay. No one is hurt.”

The blonde helps the black girl from the room, who is naked and clutching her clothes. She didn’t looked physically injured.

Ross came out of his room. His pale body covered by red lines of scratches. A red handprint showed on his face from where he was smacked. Joey tried to hold him back. He kept saying, “We’re cool. We’re cool. We were just having fun.”

A giant man with a shaved head entered the house, ready to go to war. Probably the only exciting part of his job where he drives girls around and then sits in a car. He was amped to fuck somebody up.

He looked at the black girl, and asked if she was okay. She said, “Yes, just a little rougher than usual.”

He looked disappointed. He wanted her to need help. Wanted her to point the finger. The blonde took charge, “I don’t care. You guys need to pay more. This night has been anything but pleasant.”

The ogre balled his fists, ready for us to say no. But Joey went to his room, and came out with a wad of cash. I have no clue how much it was, but it appeased the blonde. They all left in the SUV.

We all sat in silence. I had just cheated on Monica. Ross almost had his head bashed in for being a rough racist fuck. And Joey just lost out on a shit ton of money.

Joey said, “Now that’s how to start a bachelor party.”