Hen Party

Crazy bachelorette party–There’s nothing like a bunch of horned-up females in a group celebrating a hen’s last hurrah before the shackles of matrimony steal her away. This particular group was out on the town in downtown Manhattan drinking martinis at a lux hotel bar. No male could escape the lustful eyes that turned on them like lionesses gazing on their prey…

Ariel was wearing a silver drop-front gown with diamonds dripping down her décolletage. Susanna was in a cheetah playsuit, camel toe on full display. Courtney licked her lips and pulled at the straps of her red sequin cocktail dress. I was on my best behavior, mannered and mild in a sheer baby blue crop top and matching skirt. But Bethany was wearing her sluttiest zip-front white leather halter dress, and she was heavy on the prowl. 

Scanning For Hunks

This crazy bachelorette party was about to get turned up. Courtney was fresh off a week of camming, and the last guy wanted jerk off instruction for four hours. Her mind was full of cum, and her pussy was full of juice. She wanted to get manhandled. Bad. 

Susanna was a little freak when it came to gang bangs. She wouldn’t have sex anymore unless it was at least five guys (like the hamburger chain). She wanted her fries extra spicy and her dicks extra long. We started scanning the room for hunks. “Sadie, what do you think about that one?” she said, pointing to a tall dark Wall Street stud. “Perfect,” I cooed. 

Seducing Mr. Vanilla

If this crazy bachelorette party was going to get wild, we needed some willing participants or innocent victims. I sidled up to Mr. Wolf of Wall Street and introduced myself: “Hi, I’m Sadie.” The stud looked me over and decided he liked what he saw. “A redhead eh? And a very forward one at that. Is that your group of friends over there? Mine is over here.”

Foster summoned a group of guys, each more succulent than the last. Courtney jumped on Kyle and wrapped her legs around him. Susanna seduced Tom and stuck her tongue down his throat. Ariel grabbed Beaumont and stuck her hand down his pants. I jumped on Foster This crazy bachelorette party was going wild on the streets of Manhattan!

The Party Gets Wild

The manager of the bar dragged us all into the back room. “Have at ’em, hens,” he proclaimed. There were mattresses strewn about, cameras going, and a disco ball casting its mirrored shadows on the debaucherous lechers. Crazy bachelorette party? Check. Wild hens? Check. Hard dicks and finance bros? Check. We were in bachelorette heaven.

Susanna got her to wish that night, and all the bros gangbanged the hell out of her. Foster and I made sweet passionate love on the parquet floor. Ariel was the siren of the scene, luring men to their “little deaths” at the sight of her beautiful flowering pussy. The cum shots were tremendous, the orgasms were thunderous, and the crazy bachelorette party rocked Manhattan for one delicious night. 

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