(Sorry this is my first full story , I usually just do collages and story vignettes.)
Hope you enjoy anyway.
NSFW! ( M-ffff - M(m)f ) M-m bolded text
(Edited ) 12/10/21
Bachelorette Surprise Party 1
“There will be enough cocktails for all of you," said the young male stripper from behind the bar, winking at the women, lounging on the white leather sectionals. They eight ladies enjoyed the spectacular view and early sunset in Sandy’s spacious living room, all but her holding a drink .
He walked towards the living room in his tailored suit towards the bride to be, balancing a tray in one hand.
“ Voila princess” he said with a smile, bowing in playful servitude, and handing Sandy the fanciest drink of them all.
“ To Sandy’s bachelorette party! ” the eight women cheered raising their drinks, and wishing her a happy marriage, and teasing her with sexual innuendos. Some starting conversations up again and sneaking quick glances at the man’s tight ass, as he walked back to the open kitchen.
The women commenting on the delightful drinks, started to relax leaning back on the soft pillows, anticipating an upcoming dance show. Some talking and laughing nervously, others taking off their high heals, and letting down their hair.
Alyssa blushed, as the lifelike male cocktail stick slid against her lips as she took a sip. Hers a muscular black man displaying an erection, with his hands on his hips.
Noticing her friend beside her, staring, maybe a little jealous of her decoration. Alyssa started licking her tongue across the toned figure, while watching her friend blush from the corner of her eye. “ Oh I know, you always wanted one of those big ones” she said teasing, pulling on the man’s cock .
The women started to relax leaning back on the soft pillows, anticipating an upcoming dance show. Some talking and laughing nervously, others taking off their high heals, and letting down their hair.
“Goodness I could almost be his mother “a Latina said, eyeing the young man, while reaching for a strawberry off the silver tray on the coffee table, and dipping it into the warm chocolate sauce, and watching it harden.
Amy the petite asian woman commented how she has been looking forward to this bachelorette party for weeks now. This is what they needed; a weekend of just girls, good food, games and conversation. And a handsome man who would attend to their needs, entertain and cook for them.
The ladies were about to ask for an other drink, but felt themselves shrinking. Their dresses hanging loose, the bras slipping off . And while they slowly dwindled, the youthful stripper reached for his sports bag behind the bar, and started changing into his slim-fit black joggers and running shoes.
Slipping on a t-shirt, he announced, they would be joining him for his 5 mile run. But most of the women didn’t hear him. Their panicked chatter and screaming drowned out his voice, and the lounge music playing over the home system .
When the shrinking ran its course, he went around the room looking in the eight piles of clothes, grabbing one pinky-sized naked woman at a time, and casually stuffing them into his tight red briefs. The ladies confused trying to grasp their impossible new reality still only half-heartedly fighting his hands.
They screamed seeing where they were heading, or babbled incoherently, “ I’m married, I have kids, a boyfriend, something about the sanctity of marriage”. One even said , “I’m a lesbian”, maybe thinking it would spare her.
Once they all “boarded” his hot hammock, he let them simmer and squirm, and enjoyed their futile attempt to escape. Letting them exhaust themselves, feeling their bodies, and scrabbling feet against his engorging cock, inadvertently squeezing the women even tighter. “It like they are doing my job to secure themselves” he smiled.
He went around the room folding their clothes, and was delighted to see the variety of lingerie they were into. When he finished with their clothes and lining up their high heals in front of each tidy pile, he stepped in front of the full window.
Stretching the front of his waist band and letting the evening sun bath them in a warm light, he looked down at them and said, “ Are we all ready to play nice and go for our run together ? ”
Reaching in with his other hand, he rearranged them around his growing cock, and taking some pictures with his new iPhone, it was after all magic hour and they all looked great in there. He decided the tall brunette Alyssa with her long shapely legs, was perfect to ride center and first class, though she seemed to fight it. They all did in the beginning.
He organized the 3 darker “toned" ladies on the left side of his shaft, the 3 others sharing the right . All the while they were fighting his fingers or trying to hold on to each other.
The last one, a blond, had to ride in the back. She appeared to be a good friend of Alyssa, the way they giggled and touched her black cocktail figure earlier, likely whispering fantasies into each others ears.
He made sure to keep them all snug this time. On the last run, he wore string underwear given to him by the escort service, and lost one bridesmaid. It was a group of 5 rich Asian women. Clearly, the string underwear just didn’t hold them all in.
Thinking back now; it must have been in the park near the playground wood chips where she slipped out. As he stumbled over this kid’s skateboard who was talking with his friend.
When he realized her missing, back at the resort the women had rented, it was too dark to return and look for her.
Hopefully she got picked up and returned to her boyfriend.
He fondly remembered the 4 remaining Asian women, lusting over his giant body that night. And especially when he grew them to 12 inches. Sitting on his face each in turn straddling his lips as he laid out on the bed. It was amazing how all tasted slightly different, as they came on his tongue.
He recalled, the 3 inch little groom on his chest. Forced to film his wife-to-be with the shrunken camera, as she trembled with her multiple orgasms, straddling his mouth. His large deft tongue exploring her ass, and pussy over and over.
Goodness; they were wilder than he expected, and apparently some Asian women did wax all their pubic hair he recalled. Dispelling an other cultural stereotype.
He blinked and refocused on the party at hand, “ This time I won’t lose one” he reflected.
“Don’t worry ladies“, holding his snug briefs open with his right hand, and looking back down at them over his toned abs.
“ I have everyone’s, including your husband’s and boyfriend’s numbers. So you will all get pictures, video and updates in the group message, throughout our time together .
“ Together we will make this party a fun life experience ” he continued, “ and be something to talk or fantasize about with your significant other. The agency also puts together a classy complimentary ‘Best Of’ video, and print album for you to keep”.
He snapped his joggers shut. Walked down the curving marble stairs, opened the front door to a dusk sky and rising moon, and went down the hill, picking up his pace.
After his run through the neighborhood and golf course, he took his time stretching on his way up the gated driveway to the estate.
He locked the large entry door, and dimmed the home lights on the master switch. Grabbing his bag, he went around setting up a few cameras in the master bedroom, bathroom and pool area. He lit a few candles around the house to set the mood and hit play on his music app.
Walking back to the kitchen still perspiring, he started unloading the dizzy women from his sweltering briefs onto the marble center island .
All of them now sweaty, hot, saturated with his scent, and each others perfume.
A few of them giddy, who couldn’t wait to see what will happen throughout the rest of the evening. Some hurled insults and threats at him between their heavy breathing, which he ignored.
Liz the cute blond 40 something teacher, came twice during his run. Even though she protested with all her tiny strength and threatened him, as he grabbed her last with her panties tangled on her foot, from her bunched up dress.
She almost made a getaway, but her left foot got caught in her lacy lingerie.
“Ohhh, aren’t you a naughty Milf ”, she remembered him winking when he noticed the damp gusset. He deliberately inspected her slowly, rolling her around in every direction, exposing all her intimate places fully. He noticed her toned ass and nicely trimmed and waxed pussy.
“Now, now, isn’t your husband a lucky man“ he said. Enjoying her cursing and flailing, as he untangled her left foot from the lacy black panties.
Once she was free, he brought her up to his lips and kissed and sucked on her tiny teal pedicured toes and shapely feet. “See isn’t that better” he said with a smile.
For her valiant and fiery effort he slid her in between his well toned ass, he knew, she was looking at earlier.
“You are getting a special place on this ride, and be the most secure “ he said.
Reaching his hand around his back, stopping in front of his flexing rosebud. She screamed in terror thinking this is where she’d end up. Yet she was unable to look away, as he deposited her further up front, in his briefs.
“ It was like, it wanted me “ she thought.
“Clearly, this young man had a way with women”, she swooned. Sitting down sweaty and exhausted, against a bottle of unopened Rosé, on her friend’s counter .
She thought of how, after screaming, pounding, and feebly kicking in his tight briefs; his body heat and musky smell became intoxicating and completely overwhelming.
A few minutes into the run, in this “teen’s” tight confines. She began to reach between her legs, guilty finding her pussy slick. And trying not to think how her husband would react. Or what he would see in the group message thread.
Liz’s toned figure was wedged snug against his increasingly sweaty taint, for the rest of that run. His beautiful hairless anus just above her head, threatening to devour her in one or two careless contractions. It was completely terrifying, and embarrassing. Even a little exhilarating, to imagine the power he had over her in this most intimate spot.
As the run went on, she felt herself become uninhibited, and shimmied closer back up as best as she could. And began to shyly, lick and kiss the edge of his pink ring. When she realized, the continuous subtle sphincter movements didn’t appear to threaten and desire to consume her small body. She started lovingly caressing as much of the circular ridged muscle as she could reach.
She remembered, right after her bold move, one so unlike her.
The giant stopped running briefly, reaching around. Pressing his finger from outside through his joggers, against the back of her head, dragging her upwards.
As her tiny head became centered, he puckered his anus, to “kiss” and engulf her whole face. Her newly washed and styled shoulder length hair, sticking to his damp rectum. Even her beautiful breast, her husband so loved, felt his ridged pink ring pulse obscenely.
There in his firm unforgiving grip, her face held immobile, gasping for air and teetering between panic and abandon. That is where she knew, she wanted to be - his.
This, is where she came the first time ever.
Liz orgasmed, curling her toes; beating her small hands against the unyielding rim, screaming in pleasure into the musky darkness for what seemed to her forever.
The young man sensing her twitching, counted out 10 seconds. And then removed his finger from the back of her head, releasing her. She slid down again and he resumed his run, smiling in satisfaction and thinking to himself, “ Look who made a new friend ”.
As he ran across the golf fairway, he passed a large house with half a dozen men in the living room, and slowed his jog to see better. Some kind of sports was on the massive tv no one watched. Most of them were furiously typing away on their phones, or gesturing toward a mansion on the hill.
For the remainder of the time Liz moaned, driving her fingers into her sopping neatly trimmed pussy, bringing herself to orgasm again.
Even lapping at the mix of fresh, and stale sweat above her.
“No wine ever tasted this incredible and complex on those dates, with my husband”, she sighed.
She never worried about being overheard by her friends up front. Its’ not like they could hear her, over the sound of the giant’s running and swishing fabric, and their own protests and groans. Or even see her, since she was furthest back and lowest down on this “erotic night stroll ”.
Back on the cool countertop, some women stood in the open, some laid out flat on their back, trying to cool off from this intimate 40min sauna. Drinking from the miniature luxury water bottles the agency provided.
Liz seriously considered staying with this almost 27year old younger stud, and leaving her husband , as she brought her hand up and savored her two fingers again, coated in her cream, and this young man’s scent.
“23 years of marriage and I never felt this liberated, and intimately desired before , …or even satisfied myself” she muttered .
She gasped looking at her left hand, noticing her engagement ring no longer on her finger. She covered her mouth laughing. Realizing the irony, her ring likely now stuck somewhere near this young bull’s fleshy one.
Some of the ladies talked about making this kind of party an anniversary gift event. Maybe even include their husbands willingly, or as a surprise, they teased. Many nodded and tossed ideas around. Wondering what that would do for their sex life.
Alyssa mentioned how there were women too, one could hire from the agency. And men of several ethnicities, and ages she said, in a breathy voice. Sliding her right hand down, and touching herself unabashed in front of everyone.
“God, I’d love to see Brian struggle against this behemoth,” Sarah swooned, watching the young stripper nonchalantly undress in the kitchen. " Ohh, and include your husband, right Liz. Imagine how hot that would be, as we direct them to please him and us” ?
Liz blushed, and bit her lip in lust, and closed her eyes again. Imagining this young giant stud casually lounging on his back, on her marital bed. Herself small like now, straddling the base of his half engorged divine cock. Sliding her sopping wet pussy across one of his thick veins, feeling the pulse of his heartbeat on her clit, showing him her nice ass and arching her back.
She imagined looking down over the edge, between his splayed toned thighs. Tiny Brian and Sarah on their knees, made to lick the giants feet, at the bottom of the bed. Or savoring his warm dripping precum behind her.
Her giant’s glutes are flexing in a lazy rhythm, and below her, a symphony of noises, struggles, and pleas from her tiny husband. This giant boy flexing his hungry “pink ring” she just made out with; now wrapped around his small torso. “It” casually and deliberately, is masticating her half inserted husband for hours as he tries to push away, as this god watches Netflix, or is talking to his girlfriend on his phone.
She can picture, the dominating play on the bed. Her bull in full control, nearly releasing him, and then slurping him back in with a few contractions, toying with his hope of escape, and making her watch. Driving his breath out, as his love ring constricts around his feeble fighting body. She almost wanted to experience it too.
“Ohh Yes…” she moans. I would sell my husband out for his pleasure and mine.
She was going to make this happen!
“I will cum on him, watching, right as his small head slips past my straddling thighs. Disappearing with a slow suction, into his hot darkness. The inevitable last crushing contraction, of this young man’s pleasure sealing him in for good. “ she sighed with lust .
Mhmmm.…” Liz was in heaven; floating in sweet wicked dreams.
“God I am a naughty Milf”, she acknowledge with a lustful whimper.
“Liz are you ok?” Alyssa asked leaning in to hug her, seeing her eyes were shut for way too long.
Liz slowly opened her eyes, seeing Alyssa with a clear partially drying “ film “ on her face and neck. “Is that , precum …?“ she gasped. Not waiting for a reply, Liz cupped Alyssa’s face, leaned in and placed her lips on her neck.
Sarah walked up to them by the bottle of wine, putting her hair into a ponytail and asking, “ What are you two doing?… ”.
“ Let’s get his number Sunday night, before he leaves” Liz responded .
A seductive voice came from above getting their attention, followed with a clever smile.
“Ok Ladies, let’s line up and take some group pictures here in the open, before our bedroom time, and more intimate scenes," he grinned. Stepping right up against the island and flopping his large steaming cock down on the cool marble counter.
The women gasped at the ‘meaty thud’. A few women clenched their thighs, tingling, from his demonstration of casual dominance, some backed away.
Dr.Yu the dainty Korean-American woman sank to her knees quivering, like she just met her god in flesh.
Still pressed against the counter, he twists his torso, without moving much of his hips, to reach for the stainless fridge door behind him. Grabbing himself a cold beer, he notices comments appearing on the built in LCD screen, where the group message thread was also displayed.
“It’s probably paired with Sandy’s phone”, he thought.
A few pictures he sent out earlier had comments, some thumbs up, but many, had angry emojis, from the men in the message thread. He briefly wondered what that must feel like, being on that end; powerless, only a spectator.
He thought, he really shouldn’t have a beer, since he wasn’t 21 yet, but the agency closed an eye on those things.
As the women finally walked up to pose next to his heavy cock, their little feet left cute prints on the cool counter condensation patch, formed by his steaming privates. The women looking up, admiring his size. His whole toned body out on display in the dim romantic light and flickering candle glow.
He opened the beer bottle and wondered if they already needed a “shower”, looking at the somewhat hesitant group of woman gathering.
“It can wait; let the beer run through me first, and build up. Let’s do these events slowly and ease the girls in. The night was still young” he thought. And the maid of honor Alyssa, signed them up for the full package. 48 hours worth of entertainment and service.
He took a long sip from the bottle, and casually eyed the pinky sized women getting ready for that group picture on the side of his shaft. The bride in the middle of them all, now pushing her perky tits against his glistening skin. “OK, here hold the pose ladies” he said, bringing his phone down to counter level. The shutter sounds emanating from it, as he held the button down.
“Maybe I’ll start with one of the party favorites”, he mused, setting his beer on the counter. “The one where they were wrapped head down, halfway under his foreskin as he walks slowly towards the master bedroom”. A squirming wedding bouquet, with their heads and chests wrapped up, their asses jiggling in the open, toned legs kicking in a circle around his glistening gland.
The last time he had his hand around the base of his cock, so it was all nice and upright. Filming the memorable scene with the phone camera held against his abs, out towards the bed, and framing the “bouquet” in the foreground. It really made an impression with the agency’s director Mandy.
He opened his playlist on his phone and queued up the, ‘Here comes the bride’ wedding song. “This was the right classy choice. And definitely will bring some laughs from some”, he thought.
“And what flash back; when the bride walks down the aisle in her white dress to this song next weekend”, he smiled. He couldn’t wait to be invited to the wedding. He always was. Usually, when the clients tipped him at the end of the party.
Oh ,… those knowing looks and glances, as the song played in the church, from the ones sitting in the pews or standing up front. He got used to ignoring the dirty looks from the men and spouses.
The ladies were still chatting, so he looked through his iPhone photo album, and zoomed into one of the pictures he just took, looking at their fine asses and sweaty beautiful faces .” This group of women between their mid 20’s and 40’s looked all in wonderful shape”, he thought .
“Eight of them… will this work ?. At their scale, I can make them fit maybe, or take two trips “, tilting his head quizzically.
It will be fun watching their legs kick and squirm around his cock head. And rub their tiny ass cheeks with his finger wet with warm precum. There was always screaming and muffled cries of pleas, pleasure or frustration emendating below his foreskin. It was an incredible subtle sensation, he loved to linger in. It was almost tantric.
He felt his cock involuntarily twitch with excitement.
Reaching down, he grabbed squealing Sandy off the counter with his left hand, and simultaneously settled himself down, naked on the expensive leather bar stool.
He raised his right knee to his chest, and placed his bare foot on the counter, almost on top of the small staring women, corralling them. He knew it would also give them an incredible view, and especially for one of them, already familiar with it.
He grabbed his cock, gave it a few lazy tugs feeling the excitement swell . And brought Sandy up close to kiss. He was a gentleman and raised with good manners, he prided himself.
As he pulled her away from his lips he noticed, she too had freshly painted teal toe nails.
“Did you all have a pamper and pedicure party earlier today ?”, he asked in an appreciative tone. She nodded blushing, a wet hair strand stuck to her forehead, as he held her in his hand, her small breasts damp from his lower lip.
He thought it was adorable, and lowered her head first, towards his groin. Sandy screaming a half convincing and fading “ No… “.
He started his erotic,“bridal flower arrangement”, confident in his knowledge that they eventually all would come around. And perhaps later he will increase their size a little , if they are good. Just like he did with the asian women.