My name is Anne. If you want the prequel, please read Las Vegas Day Club Bachelorette Party. About a month after Sally's wedding, I had to go to Atlanta to attend a conference. I am an analyst at a financial services company in Phoenix.
I am 5'4" with brown hair to my shoulders, 34c-22-34. I have a belly ring and would describe myself as hot. I have been with my boyfriend for about two years. He is a successful lawyer. He is athletic. He is a runner, so he has a runner's physique. He is what we girls would call "a keeper." The sex is good, but as a young lawyer at an old-school, large company, he is all about his career and making sure he never becomes the center of attention in a way his firm would view as negative. Even when we go out to dinner, he never wants to go to clubs or late-night places. He doesn't like me to wear my Las Vegas slut outfits in Phoenix, where we live. He has a saying from some football coach: "Nothing good for your career happens after midnight."
For my job, I dress conservatively. I wear my hair up, and almost always wear pantsuits or skirts over the knee. Our dress code states, "Your appearance is part of how our clients and stakeholders view our company and culture." However, after work, at the pool in my building, or when I am out with the girls, I dress like the true slut that I am. Truthfully, I would get attention if I didn't, but like my company says, how I dress is how other girls and men probably get their first impression of me, so why not cut to the chase?
There were five other men from my office attending the conference. It was three days at the Hyatt Regency in downtown Atlanta. It's a conference hotel, and the conference is there, so I didn't anticipate doing much besides staying in the hotel. There were probably 2,500 attendees from companies in our industry, so it was good for networking on future professional opportunities as well as for the education. My boss was recruited after he met our CEO, who had spoken at one of these previous events.
I knew Greg and Dan, who were the main attraction of our Vegas trip, lived in Georgia. They own a construction company. Both are in their late 20s. They are physical twins. There is a statue of Atlas in Rockefeller Center in New York. If you look it up - it's the cover image of this story - that's the best way to describe their physiques. Both are around 6'5" and probably come in at 270 pounds. They are pure beef, hard, lean muscle, and as a bonus, since they work outdoors, they have sexy tans. They are both alpha and southern gentlemen at the same time.
I hadn't thought about contacting them, since we'd be in Atlanta for three nights. Our work group arrived late the first night, and the conference starts at 8 am the next morning. There was a cocktail party and dinner that second night I would be in Atlanta. Then there is a second full day that ends around 4 pm. The travel agent booked us to return to Phoenix the next morning, in case we had meetings or dinner after the conference ended, so I would be staying three nights.
As you know from Las Vegas, Sally and I had a sex festival for the ages with Greg, Dan, and Greg's girlfriend Jenny. Dan's wife, Maria, had gone back to Atlanta because her mom, who was looking after their kids, was sick, and she had to step in. We hadn't met Maria in Vegas. I hadn't bothered to contact Greg or Jenny (I didn't even have Dan's number) since I didn't think I would have time and wasn't sure how close to Atlanta they lived.
However, the day before leaving for Atlanta, Sally texted me to ask me where my conference was. She had been visiting her in-laws in Jacksonville after coming back from her honeymoon in Greece. Her husband had already gone back to Phoenix, and with her in-laws, she had been staying at the Ritz-Carlton in Atlanta, meeting some more of her husband's family, so she wanted to know my dates. The in-laws were going back to Jacksonville the day my conference ended, so she asked if she could stay with me on the final night, and I said it was fine. That, of course, made me think of our Vegas adventure. Sally is 5'6" with 36D perfect tits, long blonde hair, legs that seem to go for miles, and a belly ring. There is a porn star, Riley Steele, if you want to picture Sally's body and her look. As I mentioned in the Vegas story, during our younger days, we both had nipple piercings and tongue rings.
It turned out there were no business meetings or must-attend plans for the final night, and with Sally coming over later, before the meetings, I texted Jenny to say, "Hi! Last minute, and I'm in Atlanta for a meeting, and Sally is here too. Wondering how far you and Greg are to Atlanta?"
I hadn't heard back, and Sally was coming to the hotel in the afternoon, so I figured it would just be the two of us. Then, right when the last morning sessions started, I got a text from Greg. He said he was at one of their projects outside Atlanta. Jenny was with her sister Alexis, but told him to pick up the two of us at the hotel after work, and we would all meet for dinner at Greg's house and have drinks out by their pool. She and her sister would come over to Greg's house and get things ready. Greg's house was about an hour from downtown, as it turns out. In trading texts, Greg asked if we wanted to stay over, and said he could take us to the airport in the morning. I checked with our company's travel agent, who said it was no problem to check out a day early. I told my boss I was going to stay with a friend and would just meet everyone at the airport the next morning, and he said fine. He told me I could bring my friends to our informal team dinner, but I politely said no thanks. I think he was fine with us not being there, so it could be a boys' night. Our firm takes harassment seriously, so I am sure they probably preferred not having women there, even though I am probably much dirtier than they are.
Anyway, I had left a key to the room at the front desk for Sally, and when the afternoon session was wrapped up, she was in the room. I just had my rollerboard, but Sally and her husband had flown back from Greece to his in-laws, so she had two big suitcases from their honeymoon. When I got back, she had opened a bottle of ouzo she had gotten in Greece and had already started cocktail hour. I was actually a bit annoyed. Her stuff was everywhere. I had to go through a bunch of work emails, and Greg was picking us up in an hour. I told her to bring the bottle, but when she asked what I was going to wear that night, I was glad she had unpacked because I realized I only had the pantsuits I was wearing to the meeting and some other business attire.
Still, I knew the hotel lobby was going to be filled with attendees from the conference, so I didn't want to go strutting through in a slut dress. Luckily, I had been wearing my Versace Open Bow Mules to give my pantsuits a bit of excitement, so I picked a dress, threw it in my bag, and told Sally I would change in Greg's car. I picked a yellow lace-up mini dress with a zipper that went down to my ass in the back and had significant side exposure.
I was wearing a sexy black g-string with a rhinestone chandelier clasp in the back underneath my pantsuit. The way it separates my ass cheeks from my tight little waist is so hot, so I figured if I wore my pantsuit, at least I wouldn't feel like a grandma.
Sally had a beige rhinestone bandage mid-thigh mini-dress, very sexy heels, and we were ready to go. We packed our bags and checked out instantly. I was glad I was in my pantsuit as I saw at least a dozen people from the conference as we waited for Greg.
After about ten minutes, Greg pulled up in his pick-up truck. I don't know anything about pickup trucks, although I've been fucked in the back of several, in the cab of one or two, and once on the hood, but this pickup truck had a full bench seat in the back behind the driver's seat and in front were two individual seats.
When Greg pulled up, he got out to greet us with hugs. Think about that Atlas statue. He was in a white t-shirt that was form-fitting over his gorgeous torso, loose-fitting Dickies pants, and these manly construction boots that probably added an extra inch of height. Right away, it brought back Vegas memories, having that huge frame on top of me, feeling his biceps flex with each thrust while looking down between my legs and seeing his cock glisten with my juice as he slammed my cunt, that gorgeous chest and eight-pack dripping his salty sweat onto me like raindrops.
Greg told us the plan was to have a barbecue at his house. They have a pool. Jenny and Alexis were going to be there. Dan and his wife, Maria, were coming too. Hearing Jenny's sister and Dan's wife would be there, my first thought was that it would be a fun night, but probably not a repeat of Vegas. Half of me was okay with that. My flight was at 9 am, and Sally's was around the same time. Greg said we would need to leave his house around 6 am. I was also tired from the conference. The night I was getting back to Phoenix, I was going with my boyfriend to a business dinner with his company's chief legal officer, her husband, and the entire in-house and external legal teams, plus significant others. It was going to be in a private room at Maple & Ash. It was going to be fun from a professional sense, and I was really looking forward to it.
Anyway, I didn't have to change in the truck, although I sort of wanted to get naked in front of Greg again. Being in the seat behind the passenger seat, I had a perfect view of Greg's beautiful, long blond hair, which I had run my fingers through in that bed at the Wynn in Las Vegas as he worked my clit with his talented tongue and finger fucked my cunt and asshole to an orgasm so intense I creamed on his face. From the back seat, I could see that square jawline, and with his right hand on the steering wheel, I was gazing at his massive paw and those flexing triceps, and huge biceps filling out the t-shirt in the late afternoon light. Greg and Sally were talking, and music was playing, so it was hard to join the conversation. Subconsciously, I had slipped two of my fingers inside my suit pants and was fingering clit in the back of Greg's pick-up as we drove in bumper-to-bumper traffic on the highway.
As we slowed for a moment, Greg turned to me to say something, and when he saw that I was masturbating in the backseat of his truck, he said, "Did you lose something in your pants?" laughing as he said it. A little embarrassed, I told him I had to get my climax now, as it sounded like it was going to be a calm night at his house, with Jenny's sister and Dan's wife.
Greg laughed and told us that when Jenny told Dan we were in town, his wife changed plans to meet us. It turns out Maria had been a bottle girl at a Miami club, and dated Dan long-distance before moving to Atlanta and getting married. Maria liked to party, and even though she was now a mom, she was looking forward to an adult night. Greg told us that Dan had shared with Maria how he had walked in on me sitting on the toilet while I was peeing, and picked me up off the pot, and fucked me mid-pee. Maria was so turned on that she made him recreate the scene. Greg told us they were all DTF, especially when they heard it was the two of us. Jenny and Alexis work at a local steakhouse, and they had both called in sick to the restaurant so we could all have dinner at Greg's place and chill.
Greg also told us Dan had snapped a picture between his legs from Vegas while I was on my knees behind his massive frame, giving his gorgeous rod a hand job as I tongued that perfect asshole. I can still remember tracing the tip of my tongue along that ass crack, his beefy glutes flexing against my chin. I have to admit, my pussy was dripping with one hand working Dan's cock, my fingers running across those abs and concrete ass, as my tongue rimmed that perfect asshole. Greg said Maria had told Jenny she masturbates to that picture.
Greg now told me he hoped I had something more comfortable to wear at their place. Sally said to show Greg what I had on underneath. I turned my ass towards Greg in the driver's seat and, with Sally's help, pulled down my slacks, exposing my ass and the glistening Rhinestone g-string. Anne gave a hard slap on my ass and joked to Greg if that was comfortable enough. Greg had reached that huge paw towards the back seat and had two of his beefy fingers on my damp pussy for a moment before turning his focus back to the road. Greg laughed, saying I seemed "game-ready."
With that, Sally reached over to Greg's crotch and felt up his thick cock, which was clearly pressed against the front of his Dickies. She quickly got on her knees in the space between the two front seats. Since Greg was 6'5" with those massive long arms, there was ample room between the steering wheel and his crotch for Sally to do her business.
As I sat back into my seat, my legs open, pants around my ankles, I watched Sally unzip Greg's pants, lowering them to his knees, exposing those massive thighs. He had no underwear and was totally waxed. It reminded me about how going down on my boyfriend is like a hike through the forest. Sally was quickly working that huge cock.
Within a minute, she had him fully erect. Honestly, it looked like a marble column. I had never seen Sally give a blow job, but the way she worked his cock, one hand cupping his balls and shaft, the other teasing his abs with her long fingernails, within a couple of minutes, Greg gave a big grunt. He filled Sally's mouth with his cum, and she absolutely milked it with her pretty little lips, each groan squeezing a few more drops.
With Greg's pants still down, exposing his now somewhat flaccid cock, Sally came to the back seat and gave me an open-mouth kiss, dumping a load of her saliva and Greg's salty cum into my throat. At this point, I had already had a nice light orgasm, and we were now turning off the highway. Sally had pulled Greg's pants back up the way a mom dresses a little kid before school. She zipped them up, sealing it with a big wet kiss on his abs as she straightened his t-shirt. I had my pants back up.
We had just both fixed our messy hair when Sally's phone rang. It was Sally's husband. Sally had told him she was staying with me, and he wanted to tell her to take me out to dinner as their guest.
Sally put us all on FaceTime and told her husband, "We're actually going to a barbecue! The nice couple, Greg and Jenny, whom we met in Las Vegas, live here, and Dan's wife, who wasn't in Vegas, is joining us." She turned the phone to Greg and said, "Say hello."
Greg quickly congratulated them on their wedding and said he was looking forward to hearing about the honeymoon. Sally's husband told Greg he was sure there would be more interesting things to do that talk about their trip. We all laughed, and Sally's husband told us to have fun. Permission slip accepted.
Right then, we turned onto the road where Greg lives. The homes were all set back, and you couldn't see them from the road. There was a long driveway lined by tall pine trees. The house was impressive. There was a circular driveway and a three-car garage. It wasn't a mansion. It was about 5,000 feet, with a manicured front lawn and a pathway to the front door with in-ground lighting. My family is white collar, and so am I, but it was cool to see that Greg and Dan were obviously doing pretty well with their construction business.
We got out, and the interior was beautiful, modern Southern, with one of those Titanic grand staircases in the entryway, a large living room off to one side, and a formal dining room on the other. Greg was carrying my roller bag and Sally's two huge suitcases like a bag of donuts. He put them down and said we would go say hi to Jenny and Alexis in the kitchen, then take us up to the guest rooms and get us set up.
The kitchen was gorgeous. It was a chef's kitchen with a big island, marble counters, oversized barstool chairs, and a large rectangular kitchen-dining table with four chairs on each side and chairs at each end.
Jenny and Alexis were in monokinis that showed their ample racks and micro shorts, so their ass bottoms were in full view. They were both wearing five-inch platform clog heels and looked stunning. Jenny came over to give us both a big hug, and we said hello to Alexis. As I looked out to the backyard, I saw a large deck leading to a beautiful lawn, a pool area, and a hot tub.
Dan and Maria were in the hot tub. Sally said it looked like they were having sex, and Jenny said, "Since they got here," and laughed. Greg said that since Maria's mother lives next door to their house and is always over with her grandson, his place had become their local sex club. Anyway, I started thinking less about the dinner with my boyfriend in Phoenix the next night and let my mind wander to what might happen in the next few hours.
Greg took us upstairs. They had separate guest rooms for each of us. He gave us a brief tour of the master bedroom. It was super nice with a lounge area, two walk-in closets, and a beautiful bathroom. I noticed both closets were mostly empty. Jenny and Greg don't live together, but she clearly had some stuff there. I definitely noticed a large box with dildos, vibrators, ticklers, and handcuffs. There were definitely some slutty dresses and swimsuits, a pair of Louis Vuitton thigh-high boots, and about a dozen pairs of stilettos. But there were also sneakers, gym clothes, hoodies, sweatpants, and so on. It had a very normal feel. I once dated a super-rich guy, and his mansion was filled with things he never used. While so far the only thing I really knew about Greg and Jenny was that they liked to fuck as much as I do, I also liked that Greg, Jenny, Alexis, and Dan seemed really cool and laid back.
Sally went to her room, and Greg said he was going to get showered and changed. Each guest room had its own en-suite bathroom. I jumped in the shower, wondering if Greg was going to come in. I was somewhat tempted to go into the master bedroom, walk in on him, and just fuck him. But I also wanted to respect Jenny, although from everything I could tell, she would be just fine with it.
After putting on the side-exposed tie-up dress, I went downstairs. Greg was there in yachting shorts and another white t-shirt. Dan and Maria had come in from the pool. Dan was in a black t-shirt and shorts. They were both wearing flip-flops. Maria wore a crochet cover-up dress that revealed a thong and no bra. She was shorter than me, and she looked like Carmen Electra. She had big tits and came right away to hug me and say she had heard so much about me. It was a hot thing to say since the only thing she really knew about me was that her husband had absolutely pummeled my cunt in Las Vegas while she was home taking care of a two-year-old.
As Dan and Greg sat on two barstools at the kitchen island, the four of us girls were getting dinner ready. Alexis was handling the grill. Sally had brought down the bottle of ouzo. These two studs were drinking Bud beers from the can, talking about some work issues, and here we were, Sally and I, helping these women get ready to serve their men dinner. Helping wash lettuce and make a salad suddenly became very sexual. The thought of feeding these two alphas, who had been working all day at a construction site, making a pretty damn good living for a couple of guys who, it turns out, were both 29.
Jenny told us that in college, Greg and Dan had met as bouncers at a local bar in Athens, Georgia. They got fired because guys didn't want their girlfriends going there. Dan explained that basically, girls would throw themselves at them. Naturally, they would exchange numbers and text, and on any given night, some random girl would come over and get fucked. Apparently, they had enough conquests that there was always one girl in a group who would tell the others she couldn't go to the bar where they worked because her boyfriend would flip out. It was a funny story, especially since it was probably mostly true.
Dan's father had a construction business in North Carolina, and so after college, Greg and Dan started a similar business in the Atlanta suburbs. They were now doing well, and as Sally and I told them about how we met in college and our careers - Sally does corporate sales for a resort - we finished the ouzo bottle, and Alexis, Jenny, and I were clearing the dishes. At that point, I noticed Dan and Maria had gone back out to the pool and were splashing around. Sally was with them, and I wondered if she was naked. At that point, Jenny came up from behind me and started kissing me on the back of the neck while Alexis got down on her knees, pulled my g-string to the side, and inserted one of her fingers into my pussy.
I had never been doubled by two girls before. My only girl experience was with guys, and while I knew Greg and Dan were there, I noticed Greg was now out in the pool with Sally, Maria, and Dan. Jenny, with her tongue in my ear, asked if I liked to be handcuffed. Even though I had never been, I told her yes. With that, she opened a kitchen drawer, took a pair of pink fur-lined handcuffs, and handcuffed one arm to the drawer handle. At the same time, she handed Alexis a dual rabbit vibrator from the drawer. I was standing there in heels, my dress hiked over my waist, and I could feel Jenny's fingernails digging into my ass as she kissed the back of my neck, her tits pressed into my back as Alexis pushed the rabbit against my clit and asshole with her free hand between her legs. Within minutes, I had a really good orgasm, and I was now making out with Alexis as she stood in front of me, working my clit now with her fingers, while Sally devoured me from behind, all while handcuffed to a drawer in the kitchen island.
I had closed my eyes and was enjoying it for a while when I felt a big paw tugging at the zipper on my dress, pulling it down. As the dress was being yanked off, it was Greg. He was standing over me with a towel around his midsection, taking my pretty dress off with one hand like you crumple a piece of paper. At the same time, Jenny pulled off Greg's towel, showing me that massive cock.
Alexis now turned me towards Greg and told him, "I think Anne needs to be fucked" as she grabbed my pussy.
Greg then turned me so I was facing the countertop, one hand still handcuffed to the drawer.
As I looked down between my legs, I could see Alexis had Greg's dick in her hand, and as I bent over the counter in my heels still wearing my now damp g-string, she was now rubbing the head of his cock through the fabric on my pussy as if it was a vibrator. Jenny was standing next to Greg, making out with him as Alexis teased my cunt. She then pulled my g-string to the side, slipping Greg inside me. With that, I felt Greg's big paws on my hips, tugging at my g-string with one hand, his massive thighs smacking my ass with each thrust. I was dripping wet and with my free hand reached between my legs to feel his shaft, and he inserted it in me, taking my fingers back only to taste my own wetness.
To be continued...
