Crown of Horns Ch. 01

"Look at those fuckin' tits," said Joey. In response, she bounced slightly, making them bobble in her lacy pink bra.

"Men are always looking at them," she said. "They can't seem to keep their eyes off." She shook them side to side. "Or their hands." She put her hands under them and plumped her cleavage upward. "Or other things."

"Where did you find this girl?" said Brad.

Rob looked at me and said, "Simon found her."

Little did he know. I remembered with a pang how Samantha and I had met in college. But he was talking about Nicki, the stripper I'd found online. None of the guys knew Samantha. Would their fun be over if I told them who she really was? Would hers?

"Good choice, Simon," said James. "I like your taste."

Rob walked over to the coffee table and knelt in front of Samantha. He made a gesture with his hands for her to open her legs. After a moment of coy hesitation, she complied. He tapped some coke out onto the glass between her thighs and cut it up with his AmEx card. Then he leaned down and snorted a line. He looked up at her, smiled, and said "Take off those fuckin' panties, princess."

She gave him a look of mock surprise, her mouth a glistening pink O. "Isn't it traditional to start with these?" She wiggled her breasts again.

Rob shook his head. "It's traditional for princesses to do what they're told."

She feigned shock. But then she said, "As you wish," and she raised her feet up off the floor, hiked her skirt, and hooked her thumbs into her thong.

My heart rose into my throat. She was really going to go through with this. I wanted to stop her, call the whole thing off, nice joke Sam, ha ha. But I also felt proud because she was so sexy and self-possessed. There was no question that she knew what she was doing. She'd somehow taken the place of the real Nicki, if the real Nicki had even been real. She'd have known going in that she would be the center of attention at a bachelor party, with me looking on as well. She'd have known the guys would be expecting a strip tease and probably she'd have known what more we'd asked Nicki to do for James if he was into it. Had she fucked that other guy in order to get herself worked up for this performance? Or in order to get me worked up for it? I couldn't connect the dots. The thought kept spinning through my head in any case that the woman I was going to marry was shameless. I had always loved that about her. But a slutty woman is a both a gift and a burden. When I kissed her, I would always be wondering who else had kissed her that day. But wasn't that just part of the thrill?

With her ass on the glass tabletop and her ridiculous glittery pink fuck-me heels in the air, she shimmied the panties over her hips and up the length of her stockinged legs. She couldn't get them unhooked from one of the heels. They just dangled there. She put her feet back on the floor. I walked around for a better view. Her skirt was hiked up in order to display her pink, bald pussy, framed by pink garters and suspenders and pressed against the glass, with four lines of coke just inches away.

Joey said, "Aw, fuck yeah. This shit is gettin' real."

Brad took another picture. Then he put his phone under the table and took a picture upward through the glass and he passed it around. I had to look. Her puffy lips were smushed against the glass, splayed slightly, and very obviously wet. Brad said, "I need a sniff of that," and he knelt to do a line, but first he made a show of inhaling deeply between Sam's thighs. She smiled down at him and ruffled his hair. He snorted some coke. Then he kissed her thigh, stood up, and gestured for the other guys to follow suit.

They did. Joey was first, with Brad close behind. Each of them kissed her thigh before standing up again. Finally Anson said, "Fuck it," and snorted the last one. He didn't kiss her thigh. He kissed her mouth. She smiled at him and reached up to wipe a little gloss off his lips.

With those lines of coke gone, Samantha said, "Ok. So who wants to snort some off of these?" and she unclasped her bra and let her magnificent breasts spill out. They're heavy and pear shaped with big dark nipples. Several of the guys immediately took her up on the offer. I hung back and watched with growing jealousy but arousal as well, as she held her breasts up and Rob tapped a few bumps onto them. My cock was throbbing in my pants. I made myself a drink and watched my friends sniff coke off the tits of a woman they thought was a hooker, who it happened I was going to marry.

"So what else is on the menu tonight?" said Brad when her tits had been snorted clean.

"All of this," she said, her gesture taking in her whole fabulous body, now clothed only in a garter belt, stockings, skirt, tiara, and heels.

"Just for looking or…?"

"Princesses likes to be touched, too," she said. Then, "Oh, look! You missed a little." And she hefted a breast and licked a little spot of cocaine off of it.

She stood up. She walked to where James was sitting and straddled his outstretched legs. Along with Gary, he'd been hanging back, just watching the antics and sipping scotch. "You the one getting married?" she asked him.

James nodded.

"She's a lucky girl. You going to share yourself with the world one more time before she locks you up in a tower?"

"Might."

"Well it turns out your friends have asked me to give you special favor. A royal favor."

"Aw you guys," he said. "You're the best."

She swayed her hips back and forth. She swing her tits in his face. Then she turned around and bent forward and presented her ass. Her skirt rose up so he could get a good look at her pussy. Was she actually offering herself to my friend right in front of my eyes? I was used to her being with other guys. But I never met those other guys. This was a different matter. She was reaching back and spreading herself open for James. She looked me right in the eye when she did it.

"Nicki," said James. "You are fucking spectacular. I'd be a shitty friend if I didn't share. So I'll tell you what. Let me offer to return the favor. Whatever they're paying you for me, I'll pay you for each of them."

She stood up. She seemed taken aback. She looked around the room. She met my gaze and held it for a moment. I wasn't sure what she'd been expecting but she wasn't expecting this. But the twinkle in her eye told me she was already considering it. "There are eight of you," she said. "That's a lot of work for one little princess."

"Better get started then."

She strutted slowly around the circle. She looked over each of the guys in turn. "Well I am a princess," she said at last. "And it is my duty to try to please all of the people. So who's first?" She looked at Ty, who stretched his legs out and gave her a smoldering look. "I think I need to work my way up to you," she said.

She looked next at Gary but he shook his head and gestured to his wedding band. She smiled at him wickedly and said. "I'll get back to you."

Rob wasn't so shy. He sat down on one of the couches, unzipped his pants, and took out his cock, which was already hard. He was uncircumcised and very thick. "Here you go princess."

Samantha knelt in front of him. She leaned down and slowly, teasingly moved her mouth toward him. Then she moved away. She dangled her breasts over his erection. She brushed a nipple across it. He stroked the sides of her breasts and then squeezed them so they plumped out in his hands. She looked at me again. She seemed to be saying to me, "I'm going to suck your friend's cock right in front of you and you're going to watch me do it." Rob followed her gaze. "I think she likes you Simon," he said. "But it's my turn first." He put his hand on her cheek and guided her pretty pink mouth down to his prick. She kissed the head. She kissed her way down the underside. She left little glistening tracks of lip gloss on him. He fetched his balls out from the waistband of his briefs and she kissed and suckled them. "Look at me with those pretty blue eyes, princess." She did. With her gaze locked on his, she ran her tongue in a broad swipe up the length of him from balls to head, and then took him into her mouth. It was unbearable to watch. I felt jealousy, admiration, lust. She rose off him, stretching a string of saliva. She pumped his fat cock in her fist.

"Princess knows what she's doing," said Ty.

She winked at him. Then she took Rob's cock into her mouth and worked her way down on him bit by bit, throat open. She got up onto the couch to adjust her angle. She was a very accomplished cock swallower and I knew what was coming next. With her head now upside down relative to Rob's body, she was able to take the whole length of him into her throat, until her nose was nestling into his balls. She make a few deep swallows like that, up and down, and rose off him again, strings of thick saliva dangling around his swollen prick.

Ty amended himself: "Princess really knows what she's doing."

"You gotta suck a lotta cock to get that good," said Joey.

Brad stood up, stripped right out of his pants and underwear, and kicked them aside. "Why the hell not, right?" he said. He was particularly fit and well hung. He had a long tapering cock and it was shaved all around the base and balls. Maybe it was an optical illusion because he was shaved but he seemed to have two inches on Rob.

"Well isn't that a treasure," said Samantha. He brought it to her where she knelt on the couch. She started to lick and suckle the head. He was content with watching that for a few moments, but then he started to fuck her mouth with long, deepening thrusts, until a lather of spit was built up around her lips. Rob, lying under them, was watching intently. He grabbed her hand and made her jerk him off. Samantha creased her eyebrows, kept eye contact with Brad, and started trying to work him deeper and deeper into her throat. I wasn't sure if she could manage this one, and I felt a momentary pride when she brought her nose into contact with his flat stomach. He held her there like that until her eyes were watering, then pulled her off to let her breathe.

That was the opening Ty needed. He said, "Let me get some of that." He stood alongside Brad and opened his trousers. She made an eager little whimper as he drew out a cock that was black and shiny and thick and nearly as large as Brad's. She swallowed him to the roots on the first thrust. While she was blowing him, he stripped off his shirt. He was a bodybuilder, all muscle and not a hint of fat on him. She ran her hands over his six pack and his pectoral muscles and she moaned worshipfully as her head bobbed up and down on his prick. Joey stepped up now as well. They lifted her off the couch and put her on her knees on the carpet, and a moment later my fiancee was kneeling in a ring of hard, eager cocks, trying to suck them all in turn, while the others stroked themselves and rubbed themselves on her face.

It was Joey who brought out the poppers. He took the little brown bottle from his pocket and held it up and said, "Any of you guys ever do poppers?"

"Oh shit," said Brad. He held out his hand. Joey gave him the bottle. He opened it and took a sniff. He got this look on his face. He put his hand on Sam's head and tipped her back and pushed his balls into her mouth, one and then other. His dick was draped across her face. He humped on her face in that position for a moment. His cock head knocked her tiara askew.

"You know how to really bring the slut out in a woman?"

"Bro, she's already got your balls in her mouth," said Anson, who was angling for a position.

"Watch and learn," said Brad. "Watch and learn."

Then he pulled his balls out of her sucking mouth and offered her the poppers. She took a sniff. She laughed. She was looking up at him like he was some kind of god. She started running her tongue up and down his cock and all around the base of it, moaning while she did it like his cock was the most delicious meal she'd ever had. And while she blew him she was feverishly strumming her pussy, fast little strokes back and forth across her clit. Finally she was too worked up. She sat back on the floor, spread her legs as wide as they would go, and threw her head back. She looked up at the four men stroking themselves over her with a look of rapture on her face, and she came with a scream that half the guests in the hotel must have heard.

Before she could get up, Joey squatted over her and grabbed her head and started fucking her upside down face. His cock made obscene squelching noises in her throat and his dripping balls slapped her nose. Meanwhile Anson opened his trousers and produced the biggest cock in the room. He was a skinny guy but his dick was a monster. He laid it between her tits, wrapped them around it, and began fucking her drool-slicked chest.

They passed the bottle of poppers around and lost any remaining restraint or decency. They took turns tea-bagging her and fucking her throat. She climbed back to her knees, got back in the driver's seat, sucked them and jerked them all off by turns. At any given moment she had a cock in her mouth and one in each hand. She had all of their rapt attention focused on her and what she was doing with their cocks. And the way they talked to her as they debauched her, that was almost worse. My fiancee, who I loved more than anything. I had to lean against the wet bar to hold myself upright.

"You fuckin' get it, princess."

"Tug on those fucking balls."

"Don't forget the black one, baby. You know it's your favorite."

"Look at that fuckin' slut choke down that dick meat. You'd think she hadn't eaten all day."

"Oh she's gonna get plenty to eat when I nut in that pretty mouth."

"I'm saving my nut for those perfect fucking titties but she can clean it off when I'm done."

"Fuck, I'm gonna pump so much cum over this little lady, I won't have to choose where it goes."

"You getting that? Get a picture of that. Sweet fucking Jesus."

"Give her some air, bro."

"She doesn't need it. Bitch just needs cock."

"Look at that. Cock sucking olympics right there."

"Nine inch freestyle?"

"Pole vault!"

"Gonna be some skeet shooting in a minute."

"Holy shit. Every fuckin' inch though. Anson, man."

"I always said if I met a girl who could do this I'd marry her, but this one doesn't seem the marrying type."

"Not unless her husband likes the smell of jizz."

"You don't learn that shit without a lot of practice, bro."

"She's getting plenty now."

"Fuuuuuuck. Suck. That. Fucking. Hog. You fucking filthy slut."

And she was. There no point trying to deny it to myself. The woman I was going to marry was a filthy slut, on her knees shamelessly letting five men unleash this depravity on her while I looked on. This was who she was. She wasn't hiding it. She was reveling in it.

Ty was the first to come. She seemed to like him the best and had been paying his cock the most devoted attention. Then Rob passed him the poppers. He took a sniff. His eyes widened and he pulled his pants down around his knees and he rocked his hips back and forth, fucking Sam's face until drool was running off her chin. Then he gave out a long low groan, pulled his cock out of her mouth, stroked himself hard with his fist, and burst. Thick strings of hot cum flew from his shiny black cock over her nose, her mouth, her cheek.

"Oh fuck, man, you just came on my dick!" laughed Rob. A rope of Ty's cum dangled from Rob's cock.

Samantha didn't miss a beat. She caught the hanging cum with the tip of her tongue, then swallowed Rob's cock, slurping up the cum that had been meant for her face. A rope of it was stuck to her cheek and it stretched out and dangled each time she swallowed him. She kept on sucking. Rob's look of surprise turned to one of concentration as he looked down at her. He put his hand on the back of her bobbing head and began to thrust his cock into her mouth to meet her own determined movements.

Anson moved in for more. He smacked his massive cock across her forehead. She took hold of it and stroked him with her left hand but she didn't take her mouth off of Rob. She was going hard after his orgasm. She was looking up at him, working him over with her mouth, while in an unabashed display of cock worship she stroked and rubbed Anson's weighty member against the side of her face. She swept her tongue back and forth between their cock heads and jerked them both off.

"You've got two hands and a mouth, girl, so use them," said Brad, leaning into the action. She jerked him off as well and focused her sucking again on Rob. She ran her lips down the underside of his shaft and nuzzled his balls and said to him, "I know you want to blow your load all over me. Hose me down you fuckin' degenerate."

Rob said, "You're calling me a degenerate?" He sniffed the poppers. "She's calling me a degenerate?"

Anson laughed and smacked her cum-glazed face with his thick black cock.

Rob said, "This little slut is calling me a degenerate. Ok, then. Ok." He pushed her mouth onto Anson's cock and started to shove her forcefully up and down until she was gagging. He was jerking himself off the whole time. Then he shoved his cock into her mouth right alongside Anson's. They each did a sniff. Anson has his arm around Rob's shoulders and Rob was holding Sam's head and both of their dicks were stuffed in her face. Her cheeks were distended to try to accommodate all of that throbbing thrusting wet cock. The other guys were shouting encouragement. Rob spit on her face. Anson followed suit. With their spit and Ty's sperm dripping from her face she continued to suck and make desperate little mewling noises. Her hand was still wrapped around Brad but she was just holding on, too overwhelmed to stroke him.

"You like having two dicks in your mouth you little slut?"

She mumbled, "Mmm hmmm" and tried to nod.

He pulled out. She kept slurping on Anson's enormous meat pole, almost choking herself in the effort to swallow it all. She took her mouth off of him and pumped him fast with both hands while sucking hard on the head.

Brad said, "I think she needs some encouragement." He squatted behind her, reached between her legs, and started to finger fuck her with his middle and ring fingers. She gyrated her hips, grinding herself down on his hand. She kept jerking Anson's cock with her lips locked around it. After a few moments an orgasm shuddered through her. She seemed to be holding onto Anson's cock just to keep herself from falling to the floor. But Anson dislodged her and while she was still moaning and coming, because Brad had not let up slapping and finger-fucking her cunt from behind, he unloaded his giant black dick all over her face.

"There it is," said Rob, still standing close by and jacking himself off over the scene. "Douse that fucking slut like she asked for."

With Anson still stroking out cum onto her cheek, she turned and swallowed Rob to the roots. She grabbed his balls and engulfed him with her throat. Anson squeezed one last dollop of jizz onto the side of her mouth and she wiped it with her hand, licked her fingers clean, and went back to throat-fucking Rob.

"Goddamn," said Brad appreciatively. He grabbed her by the throat with his cunt-soaked hand, put his other hand on the back of her head, and shoved her face against Rob's stomach.

"Get some!" said Ty.

Rob groaned, grabbed her head, and came with his cock sunk all the way in her throat. She was gasping for breath when they let her go. A string of cum and saliva hung from her lips to the head of Rob's cock. She sucked it back and she nuzzled her sperm slicked face into the wet mess of his crotch. He rubbed his turgid cock all over her face, knocking loose one of her false eyelashes, which stuck to her cheek. She plucked it off and flicked it onto the carpet.