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The Stag Party

Poppy Goes Stag Hunting - all true!
The stags were due to set off from the hotel, at around seven, and the plan was that we would be waiting in the second pub along the route, so that they could have a look at Poppy and she could have a look at them, before making the final decision to go ahead or not.

We parked at the Travelodge at around quarter to eight and walked round to the pub, which was only a couple of minutes away. I sat Poppy down at a table near the bar, before going off to get some drinks. She'd already had a couple on the way, but I thought it best to keep her stocked up on Dutch courage, so I ordered her a large vodka and coke. I hadn't been back at the table long before the stags came in. The groom's older brother, Daz, secretly acknowledged us as they passed on their way to the bar.The younger brother (who I think looked about 16) then started discretely pointing us out to the group. They were visibly and pleasantly surprised when they saw Poppy, I think they were expecting some old slapper! A couple of them drifted over and struck up a conversation with us and, when they all had drinks, the group gathered between us and the bar. By this time it was quarter past eight, so we downed our drinks and prepared to leave. I asked Poppy if she was happy to ahead and she said she was. I discreetly passed this onto the older brother. He gave me the key to the room and we left the pub.

On the way up we had called back to the car and picked up our bag, which contained Poppy's "dressing up" gear and a half empty bottle of vodka, before finding the room, which was on the first floor. Inside, there was a double bed, a sofa bed a desk and chair. There was a door to the right of the entrance, which lead to the bathroom. Poppy took the bag from me and disappeared through the door to get changed.

When she was ready she came out and said, "Do I look ok?"

"Oh yes!" I said, "You look fabulous!"

"I hope they're not going to be disappointed," she replied.

"Oh, believe me, they won't be!"

She gave a little nervous giggle and took a big slug of vodka.

Just then, we heard the stags, as they noisily made their way along the corridor, towards the room. Poppy grabbed the vodka and ran back into the bathroom to wait, as planned, while I sat on the sofa-bed. As soon as we were in position, the door opened and the groom, wearing a blindfold and with his hands handcuffed behind his back, was pushed into the room. He had no idea where he was. The others followed, I counted 16 in total. Once they were all inside three of them got hold of groom and removed the handcuffs, threw him onto his back on the bed and, while two of them held him down, the other refastened his hands, one on each side of the bed head using the cuffs and some cable ties.

Once he was secure, someone called out, "Ok darling', he's ready!"

Now, it's worth pointing out that, over the previous weeks, the grooms mates had been winding him up that they had organised a lady-boy for the stag night, so he was lying there, pretty sure he was about to be set upon by a man dressed as a woman. Not surprisingly he wasn't too happy and started to kick out, so much so that two of his mates had to hold his legs down.

Everyone cheered as the bathroom door opened and Poppy emerged. I think I can safely say that no one was disappointed. She was wearing black high heels, black stockings with a suspenders belt, black thong and nothing else. She stood in the doorway for a moment, surveying the room, her breathing was heavy with nerves or excitement and, with each breath, her naked tits moved up and down. Her nipples were already huge. Eventually she started to walk towards the man on the bed and the crowd parted. As you can imaging the room was quite full. She claimed on top of him in silence and sat astride him, she reached down, unbuttoned his white shirt and peeled it open. Then she ran her fingernail slowly down the centre of his chest from his throat down to the waistband of his jeans. The boys cheered again, but the but the victim wasn't at all happy, and, when she climbed off and started to undo his belt followed by his jeans, he really started to struggle and scream.

With the help of a couple of the boys, she finally managed to get his jeans down and his dick out. Despite his best efforts, by the time she took him in her hand he was hard, and a few minute later, when she bent over and put it in her mouth, he was rock hard. As she sucked him, you could see his start to relax a bit. I can only imagine what was going through his head as, at this time, he was convinced his cock was in a man's mouth. She sucked and wanked him for a few minute, all the time being careful not to talk and not to touch him with her tits as that would give the game away. When she was satisfied that he was ready, she stood up and went over to the desk and took a big mouthful from the vodka bottle before removing her knickers.

The boys cheered again, and, yet again, when she sat on the edge of the bed, spread her legs and started to rub her pussy. Finally she climbed back onto the groom and sat astride him again, but this time she took his dick and pushed it inside her.

Once she began to move up and down on him, the cat was out of the bag; he could have been in no doubt that he was being fucked by a woman. So one of the group leaned over and removed the blindfold and everyone, including Poppy, roared with laughter. Now that part was over she started to ride him hard. His hands were still fastened so she fell forward and resting on her hands lowered her left nipple into his mouth. He sucked it eagerly and she continued to pound herself onto him until she felt him begin to tense. Then, she sat up on him again forcing him dick deeper inside her, she started to move slower and squeeze, (I know from experience that she has this little trick; she squeezes it slowly with her cunt muscles like she's milking a cow). She kept him like this for ages until she finally allowed him to explode in her belly.The room erupted with cheers and wolf whistles again, Poppy let out another little giggle, as she climbed off and scurried off to the bathroom, presumably to wash herself out.

While she was doing this, the groom was released from his bondage and was a now a very happy bunny. I too was feeling pretty pleased with myself, as the evening was going exactly as planned. A few minutes later Poppy emerged from the bathroom again, but this time the crowd didn't part; the men gathered tightly around her and there were hands all over her but to her credit she stayed cool; she had some banter with them and let them have a feel but pushed her way through and sat, crossed-legged, in the middle of the bed. She sat there totally relaxed, combing her hair hair with her fingers, while laughing and joking with the men, who had now gathered around the bed. Complements were being flung at her about every part of her body and she was lapping it up.

When she was satisfied that her hair was in order, she pushed it back over her shoulders, fell back on her elbows, spread her legs and said, "Who's next then?"

The boys looked at each other, to see who it would be before starting to strip for action. There were three abstainers, who quietly backed off and moved to the back of the room, but the rest were acting as if in a race to get in there first. While all this was going, on Poppy waited patiently on the bed with two of her own fingers inside her pussy. Eventually, one of the men stepped up, a dark haired bloke of about forty. He was naked from the waist down and his prick was ready for action. He sat down on the bed beside her, ran his hand up her stockinged leg before replacing her fingers with his. She smiled at him and took his dick in her hand and began to wank it and as they played together, they were chatting quietly.

A few minutes later there was some shuffling and he was on top of her, with his dick in her minge and he was fucking her. By now, they were positioned almost diagonally on the bed and her head was half hanging over the edge. One of the others, a younger lad of, about twenty or so, went over and offered his prick to her lips, which she took without hesitation and, while she sucked him, he squeezed and played with her tit.

Someone else then kneeled beside her and clamped his mouth around her other nipple, while stroking her thigh. I stood back watching and remember thinking that this was close to my dream come true.

Not long after the first man shot his load and move away to be replaced by another. Poppy didn't even look up as dick number three slipped into her cunt. That then became the pattern; one after another in her pussy, one after another in her mouth and all the time her tits were getting lots of attention. Some of the men came in her cunt and some in her mouth. A couple of them came in both ends and at least one fucked her twice. So much cum in fact that half way through she had to call time-out to wash herself out again. In the second half they all got more inventive; at one time she was in a sandwich with one in her minge, one in her ass and one in a mouth. She was moaning like mad at that, well as much as she could with her mouthful, but it was out of pleasure not pain.

The fuck fest lasted nearly 2 hours but eventually everyone had had enough, it was gone ten and we needed to get home and the stags needed to get out and get drunk. Poppy went for a shower and the men got dressed, except for two who went to help her in the shower.

Finally we said our goodbyes and left. She left the the stockings and knickers as souvenirs.

A very good night, or at least I thought so at the time!

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