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THURSDAY, JUNE 27, 1996
Thursday evening. I had kept the class a little later that day, to make sure we could get out early on Friday. By the time I had eaten, showered and dressed, it was almost nine o'clock when I walked into the lounge.Brian brought me a scotch and said, "She told me to tell you to have a drink on her and wait. She's been upstairs for a while. She'll probably be back down, soon."I thanked him and wondered what he was thinking about Tiffany. She was obviously a whore, yet he had invited her back to his place more than once.A little before ten, Tiffany appeared at my shoulder. "Well, hello, Mike. Where have you been?""I might ask you the same thing."She laughed. She was wearing a short, tight skirt, low heels, nude stockings and a silky white blouse -- as usual, she looked fresh and terrific. "Big deal, you know where I've been and what I've been doing. With whom and in what room number are unnecessary facts. Are we on for later tonight?""I'm game if you're game.""Okay, it's a date. Let me sit down here for a while and if nothing happens, we'll go up to your room. If something does come up -- oops, did I say that? -- I'll come to your room after I'm done. Deal?""It's a plan."She took a seat across the bar from me and lit a cigarette. She hadn't finished her club soda before she was approached by a guy who looked like he was in his fifties. They conducted their business quickly and started for the door. As she passed me, Tiffany pointed up with her finger. I went to my room to wait for her.

It seemed to take forever, but eventually, there was a soft knock on the door."Hi, Tiffany. I was beginning to think you forgot me.""Busy, busy night, Mike. Sorry to keep you waiting. Do you have any booze here?""Scotch, and I can call room service for anything else.""No, scotch is fine. On the rocks."We sat and had a drank. We didn't talk. Tiffany would sway one of her legs to the side, and her tight little skirt would rise farther up her thigh, each time. In no time, the tops of her stockings were exposed, then the white flesh above that. I was getting hot, and I knew from the smile on her face, she knew it."Mike, don't you think it's a shame that pantyhose are so damned practical? From my own unscientific research, I would say about one hundred percent of men prefer stockings!"She spread her leg, again. "How about you, Mike?""Ahem... I think I'd like to start, Tiffany."She started to unbutton her blouse, exposing a black lace bra. Her skirt was under her butt and I could see she had matching panties on. "All right, but I haven't finished my drink and we have all night." Her fingers played with the bra clasp before it popped open. She stood up and walked towards me, the bra cups moving and almost -- but not quite -- exposing her breasts. I was gone! I grabbed her and threw her on the bed. I dropped my slacks and underwear. My cock was engorged and throbbing. I pulled her panties aside enough to let me penetrate her, and then I was in to my balls. I was fucking her like some kind of animal, and she was fucking me right back. I moved the bra cups aside and attacked her breasts with my hands and my mouth. Her cunt was tight and warm and wet and I could feel her muscles squeezing my dick. She was too much!I came with a loud moan and spurted my cum into her over and over and over again. It was over too soon!After a while, Tiffany stood up and undressed and went into the bathroom. When she came out she freshened our drinks and then got into bed with me."You were hot, Mike.""You make me that way.""It's funny. Last time you wanted me naked as a jay-bird, and, tonight, we did it almost fully clothed. You were horny.""Yeah, I was." I paused. I told myself to keep my mouth closed, but I couldn't do it. "Do you get horny, Tiffany?""Sure I do. I'm human. I usually like what I'm doin'."We laid there side-by-side, quietly, cuddling and drinking. Tiffany had a couple of cigarettes -- I didn't bother telling her it was a 'no smoking' room. It was a nice, warm moment. But instead of focusing on keeping us in that mood, I had to open my trap, again."How busy was your 'busy night,' Tiffany?""You just love talkin' 'bout my career, don't you, Mike?""I guess I'm just curious. I told you, I've never done this kind of stuff before.""Okay, Mike, I'll tell you, but it better give you the desired effect -- I'm not through with you, yet."Okay, you want to know how many guys I fucked and sucked tonight, right? How many guys? Or how many times? Oh, hell, I'll just tell you everything that happened."I think I was blushing as I nodded. Her hand slipped under the blanket and cradled my soft dick."Well, first there was Brian. I thought he'd give me the day off because I spent the night with him at his place, but he wanted his b-j in the backroom as soon as he got here, this afternoon."Then I picked-up an engineer in the bar. A fuck in his room. Then I rushed down to the security office for their 'nightly' d-p.""A d-p, Tiffany? What's a d-p?""Double penetration, Mike. Two guys, two holes filled. Any combo of ass, mouth or pussy. Tonight was mouth and pussy. Then Mr. Security felt energetic, so I had to suck him hard again, so he could fuck my ass as the other guy watched."Back in the lounge, I met another engineer who wanted head. Then another quick head-only date. Then the older guy you saw with me -- he ate me like a man who loved it and gave me a very nice fuck. And now you."Her hand was gripping my now hard cock. "Ooo... I think we have company, Mike." She threw the covers off and knelt on the bed in front of me. "Wanna do it doggie-style? C'mon, let's do it this way."I knelt behind her and inched my cock forward. She reached under her tummy and gently grasped the head of my penis, guiding it to her warm slit."Wait!" she said."What? Why?""Does my ass look good from back there?""Sure. It looks terrific.""Then fuck me in the ass, Mike. Have you ever butt-fucked a woman?""No... I... I never tried it before.""You've never fucked your wife in the ass?""No." "Then fuck me there, Mike. I want to be your first butt-fuck!"I didn't have to be asked twice. Tiffany put some lubricant on the head of my cock and I adjusted my aim and pressed my head against her anus. It was tight. I pressed harder and I could see her anus begin to open and my penis start to go in. My god! I thought her pussy was tight!I was soon in all the way and almost out of control. She was so tight and hot and her muscles gripped and loosened around me. She reached under herself and grasped my balls. She always got me to where I didn't care about lasting long, or worry about her pleasure. I guess that's what she did -- she was a whore!I don't think I had cum twice in an hour in years, but I did that night. But it took its toll -- I collapsed on the bed, exhausted.Tiffany got up and went into the bathroom. After a few minutes, she returned with a warm washcloth and a towel, and gently cleaned me."Is this TLC in the job description?" I asked."Sure, and it beats lickin' it clean."I looked at her, "You do that?""Well, it's not my favorite thing, but some guys who like to fuck me in the ass are in it to humiliate the woman and, so, they like me to clean them up with my mouth. It's not a taste you ever get used to, but you can do it once in a while. Only the real pigs ask for it.""Have you had to do it this week?""Hmmm... Let me think... Yeah, there was a little nerdy guy, earlier in the week, I think. He was into me giving head, spanking me, butt-fucking, and calling me disgusting names for doin' what he was tellin' and payin' me to do. He wasn't the easiest buck I ever made. Oh, yeah, when I was leavin', he asked me if I had a little girl's school uniform for the next time. What a creep. I think two, maybe three, others tried it. It's hard to keep track."What was strange was that I wasn't tired, anymore. We laid in bed and talked. We called room service and ordered ice cream sundaes. We kissed and cuddled and touched each other's bodies."Tiffany, how do you get the stamina to work the schedule you do? This week, you must have had at least three clients a night -- not counting the bartender and the security guy.""And the night manager -- what a weasel!"You're right, Mike. Four or five clients a night is about average. Guys who want head are usually pretty quick tricks. Most of the guys who pay for an hour or more want more than sex."I was surprised to hear that. "What is there more than sex?"She laughed. "I think, most of all, they want another person's intimate company. Somebody to touch and will touch them and someone to talk to. I spend a lot more time talking than I do fuckin'. Of course, everybody wants the sex, too. That's what they're paying for. Some want what they like, but a lot of men want what their wives don't (or won't) give them -- oral and anal, mostly. I have a lot of men tell me their wives of ten or twenty or thirty years will only do it in the missionary position in the dark. That's sad. Wouldn't these wives rather indulge their husbands than have them blowing good money, and good sex, on a hooker?""You would think," I said, remembering I had just enjoyed anal sex for the first time in my life. "I know what I wanted to ask you... one night this week, you met three guys at the bar. It looked like you drew straws to decide who to leave with.""Well, sort of. I made it with all three. What they were determining was in what order. That was a late night! Tell me about your sexlife, Mike. Is it good?""I thought it was terrific until I met you. We both have a good, healthy attitude. My wife is certainly not a prude. We've experimented, played little games.""Like what?""Well, we've tried a little light bondage. Not bad if you're in the mood, but definitely not a steady diet. We've done some role-playing -- cop and speeder, teacher/student, boss/secretary. Some were fun. What I really like is that Laura can really flirt, and at parties, that really turns me on. I watch her and we fuck like minks when we get home.""Any rape fantasy?""Sure.""How 'bout a hooker fantasy?""Oh, yeah, we do do that. Mostly at home, but we have done it at bars. It turns both of us on.""Since you were married, she ever do anybody besides you?""If she has, she never told me about it. Until last Wednesday, I hadn't.""Well, that sounds like a nice sexlife, Mike. What are you doing in a hotel room with a prostitute?""I wish I knew, Tiffany."There was a knock at the door -- room service. I got out of bed and put on a robe. When I opened the door and the bellhop wheeled the cart in, Tiffany walked out of the bathroom and stood in the bedroom -- stark ass naked! The bellboy was fumbling with the cart and couldn't take his eyes off her. (Shit, I couldn't either!) I signed for the service and then ushered the boy out of the room.We started out, eating our sundaes with gusto, but we were soon on the bed, laughing and eating the mess from each other's body. I licked ice cream and syrup from Tiffany's nipples. I sucked the maraschino cherries out of her cunt. She licked the syrup off my dick. We showered and fucked again.Drowsy, we cuddled in bed. I wasn't sure I could get another erection, I was so wasted. I must have drifted off, because I woke up to the wonderful feeling of someone sucking and licking my dick. I was wrong -- I could get another erection!

FRIDAY, JUNE 28, 1996
Friday morning. Of course, I overslept in the morning. I told Tiffany she could stay as long as she liked, even order room service if she wanted. I rushed through a shave and shower and as I was getting dressed, Tiffany made a big production of getting out of bed, finally bending over the side and wiggling her butt at me.She looked over her shoulder and asked, coyly, "You're already late. Want a goodbye fuck, Mike?"Of course I did!

Class was over at noon. The only thing left was the diploma and award ceremony on Saturday, when the bigwigs came into town to see the operation. I would fly home on Sunday morning. Normally, I couldn't wait to get home, but this trip was different. I had risked the happiness of my marriage enjoying the stellar pleasures of a whore. I didn't want the week to end, yet. I couldn't really believe the last ten days and nights. I knew I'd have to return to my real life. But, at the same time, I didn't want Tiffany to disappear out of my life! What was I going to do? I didn't know.

Friday evening. After a long nap, I had dinner in the cafe and made my way into the lounge. Brian nodded 'hi,' as I ordered a drink. Tiffany wasn't in sight. There were two bartenders and it was after seven, so my guess was that she was already in the midst of a busy night.As I scanned the room, it was obvious that the engineers were out having their last blast of the week. No wonder Tiffany was so busy, there didn't seem to be too many female engineers (I hoped, as the father of two girls who are very good in math, that that would change by the time they were getting out of college.).There were some couples and in a corner, a group of young guys, obviously starting (or continuing) a bachelor party in the lounge. They looked in their mid- to late-twenties, and several were already loaded. The groom-to-be was wearing a red t-shirt with "Yes, Dear" stenciled on the front.Tiffany appeared at my elbow. She looked gorgeous. She was wearing a very classy black cocktail dress with dark stockings and black high heels."So, how's it hangin', Mike?""Doesn't hang too well when you're in the same room, Tiffany. How are you doing?""Great," She nodded thanks to Brain as he brought her a club soda. "Good crowd in here, tonight -- a lot of horny-lookin' engineers."A man approached her from the other side and she turned to talk to him. They soon left and I went back to watching the room. People came and went. Couples danced, groups laughed. Everyone seemed in a good mood, no one sitting morosely nursing their drinks. It was Friday night!The bachelor party had gotten loud, but they soon settled up and made their way out of the lounge.Brian refilled my beer and I commented, "I hope those boys are using a limo. They all looked a little plastered."Brian nodded. "They have suites, upstairs. I would have stopped serving a few of them if they didn't. They've been partying all over town since noon. There's going to be a few hurtin' heads, tomorrow.""The wedding here?""Yeah, the reception, anyway. I'm working one of the bars. All top-notch booze." He walked away to service the other customers.A little while later, I saw the concierge come in and talk to Brian. Brian shook his head, 'no,' but the concierge wasn't taking that for an answer. Finally, Brian nodded and looked at his watch. He nodded again and the concierge walked back to the lobby.When Tiffany walked into the lounge and came over to the bar, Brian motioned her to follow him to the back end of the bar. Brian talked and then Tiffany shook her head, 'no.' They talked some more. Brian picked up the house phone and the concierge soon joined them, and Brian went back to work. After another discussion, the concierge used the phone, again. He spoke to the person on the other end and then handed the phone to Tiffany. They talked. Tiffany hung up and nodded to the concierge. The concierge headed back to the lobby and Tiffany looked around the bar -- stopping when she saw me.She walked around the bar and stopped at my shoulder. "Hi, Mike, I need a favor.""Sure. If I can, you got it.""I've just been invited to be the entertainment at a bachelor party, upstairs.""Yeah, I saw them down here, just a little while ago. Most of them were pretty shit-faced.""Yeah, that's what I picked up from Brian and the concierge. That's why I need you, Mike. I don't want to walk into a room full of drunk good ol' buddies and frat brothers all by myself. I just need you to go with me, to let them know I'm not alone. It'll help keep things in control. But, I have to warn you, you'll probably see me get pretty raunchy. You can say no, if that's not your bag."I wasn't all that sure I wanted to see Tiffany as the "entertainment" at a bachelor party with a gang of plastered assholes, but I wasn't sure I didn't want to see her as the raunchy "entertainment" at a bachelor party, either. "No problem, Tiffany. I'll do it.""Great! Thanks, Mike. Listen, I'm gonna run back to my place and change. Give me about a half hour and then I'll meet you in the lobby. Oh, yeah, these guys are payin' through the nose, so I can pay you cash or..." She smiled and winked at me, "give you a freebie for helping me out -- your choice."I know I was blushing when I answered. "That's no choice, Tiffany. But you don't owe me anything.""Okay. We'll work something out -- or in! I gotta run. See you in about a half-hour."

I was sitting in the lobby when Tiffany reappeared. She was wearing dark hose and very tall, black highheels. The rest was covered by a long raincoat. Her make-up was very heavy and she was wearing large, dangling gold earrings. Her hair was teased and tousled-looking. We walked to the elevators together."This seemed like short notice, Tiffany.""It was. The bimbo they had booked was a no-show. The bestman's father owns that office building across the street and throws a lot of business over here, so the concierge was highly motivated to find a substitute. He called two services, but they were booked for a Friday night. He checked with Brian, and here I am.""Have you ever done one of these?""As a matter of fact, Mike, I haven't. But I don't think they'll try anything I haven't been trained for."We both laughed."Why tonight?"She looked pensive for a moment (a nice look on her pretty face). "Oh, hell, I don't know. I've never done a bachelor party and at 31, I don't expect to be invited to too many more. It sounds so raunchy and slutty, doesn't it? The experience, the money, the challenge of showing the guys a good time. Who knows, Dear?Just find a seat and watch!"On the top floor, we walked to the door and I knocked. The guy who opened the door stepped out into the corridor."She the dancer?" he asked me."She's it. You have the money?"He looked at Tiffany. "You're older than the other girl we hired."Tiffany smirked, "And where's Miss Coed, now?""Okay," the guy said, "but for this kind of money, you better be damned good!"Tiffany opened her coat and let it drop to the floor. She was wearing stockings and a garterbelt. I could see that because her tight, red spandex skirt was too short to reach the top of the stockings. Her top was a black tube thing and her bra was more like two shelves for her big tits spilling over the top.Mr. Hard-Sell took one look at Tiffany and blurted, "Oh, shit! Let's get this fucking party started! Now, what's the deal? What will you do?"Tiffany walked up next to the guy and grabbed his cock through his slacks, "Anything your little heart -- and your little head -- desires, Sweetheart. But, the groom goes first."He handed me ten one-hundred dollar bills, I picked up Tiffany's coat, and we walked into the bachelor party.

I had been to bachelor parties, but not for a long time, and never in a hotel suite. The "living" area was fairly large and had sofas, chairs, tables, TV and stereo.Off to the side was a tiny dining table and two straight-back chairs. Music was playing through the speakers and the ubiquitous bachelor-party porno flick was on the tube. Eight young guys, including the one that met us at the door, and an older guy were sitting or standing around, smoking cigars, drinking booze or beer from the bottles. The young groom-to-be was obvious in his "Yes, Dear" t-shirt. They all stopped what they were doing when Tiffany pranced into the room."Oh, no!" she cried in mock horror, "You guys all look horny! I thought I was going to a Christian Ladies' Prayer Group. I must be in the wrong room!"Catcalls and whistles and applause broke out in the room. These guys were very happy to see their entertainment finally arrive.Tiffany strutted over to the groom and wrapped her arms around his neck, pressed her body into his, and plastered a hot kiss on his lips. Her skirt hiked up even higher and the groom's hands were soon filled with Tiffany's ass cheeks. Cameras were flashing.She broke the kiss and smiled at the guy, "Wow! That was some kiss. Are you sure you want to get married, tomorrow?" Then she turned around and said, "And you guys with the cameras -- you may not want to take pictures -- they have a way of getting back to wives and moms and girlfriends."One guy took a picture of her as she spoke."Alright, be that way! Now, what's your name, Honey?" she asked the groom."Steve.""Okay, Steve, this is your night. I'm here to entertain *YOU*. Which means you come first -- in more ways than one!""And us!" "And his friends!" "Save him for last!" the rest of the guys yelled."Steve, why don't you take a seat?" Tiffany suggested.Somebody brought one of the straight-back chairs over to the open area of the floor and Tiffany gently pushed Steve down on to it."This was short notice, Steve, so I don't have a tape to play, so just make up something in your head as I dance for you."A guy fooled around at the stereo and the next thing we heard was ZZTop."Perfect!" Tiffany said as she began to move to the beat.She could really dance. She did her bumps and grinds, but they weren't that exaggerated stuff that a lot of dancers do and looks so phony. She looked great, and I knew every guy there was watching her and thinking that it was their lucky night because they were going to fuck her.Tiffany danced around Steve. Soon, she lowered the tube-top to her waist and almost all of her big tits were on display in the underwire half-bra she was wearing. "Let's get right to the fun part!" Tiffany said as she unclasped her bra and it fell to the floor. Her naked, white tits were greeted with more catcalls and approval.As she danced close to Steve, he reached forward and grabbed both of Tiffany's breasts and filled his mouth with her nipple. Tiffany let him enjoy her flesh for a few moments, but then pulled away and said, "Bad boy, Steve! Very bad boy!"She came over to me, reached in her coat pocket and pulled out a pair of chrome handcuffs. Everybody was laughing as Tiffany cuffed Steve's hands behind the chair, as she was rubbing the back of his head between her tits.She removed the top from her waist and started dancing, again. And what a dance! Tiffany danced around the room, giving each of the guys a long, lingering kiss, while they grabbed her naked tits and her ass. I swear the temperature in the room was rising. Cameras continued to flash all over the room."Hey! Don't forget about me!" yelled Steve.Tiffany stepped back to the groom and started unbuckling his belt. "Don't worry 'bout that, Steve-honey! You're gonna be busy!"She unzipped his slacks and he lifted himself off the chair enough so Tiffany could lower them and his underwear to his ankles. Then she bent over at the waist and took Steve's hard cock into her mouth. As she did this, her skirt rode up over her ass and we were all looking at her thong panties and garterbelt. There was a collective moan from the other men as she wiggled her ass.After a few more minutes, Tiffany danced away from Steve and began peeling her red skirt over her hips and ass. Her panties soon followed and she danced in the center of the room. I studied her body and it was tremendous. I know I'm repeating myself, but even though she was relatively short, she gave the appearance of being in perfect proportion. In the high heels and stockings, her legs looked long and curvy. Her hips flared and her butt was tight and round. She had a nice waist and, although not toned to washboard hardness, her stomach was almost flat. Her breasts were breathtaking -- I knew her bra size was 34-D from our shopping trip, but they looked so large on her petite frame -- high on her chest, round and full, firm, with only the slightest sag (I guess not having kids helped there) that made them appear even sexier. And sexy she was. She was wearing loose, thin gold chains around her neck, waist and left ankle. Her earrings and bracelets were gold. The tatoo on her breast was obvious and the one near her pussy peeked out from behind the garterbelt as she moved. She was quite a package.Tiffany stepped toward Steve on the beat and spread her legs to fit around the chair. She produced a condom from somewhere and rolled it down Steve's hard cock. She posed above Steve's dick for a moment, then she lowered herself until his head pierced her pussy-lips and then she dropped down into his lap."Oh, Steve-honey, you're gonna make your new bride a happy woman!"Steve groaned loudly and looked up at his audience. "Man, this slut's cunt is tight!" he yelled. "Oh, yea, baby, make it last. Give me a good long ride!"Tiffany grabbed his face and pushed it to her chest. "Suck some tittie, Steve! You talk too much!"Steve didn't last long. When he was through, Tiffany unlocked his handcuffs, strutted over to her coat and pulled out a big box of condoms. She threw them on the coffeetable and then bent over at the waist, resting her hands on the table. She wiggled her ass and asked, "Alright, boys, time to line up. Who's next?"I looked at her in amazement. She had just invited a room full of men to fuck her, and if she wasn't enjoying herself, she was the best actress I've ever seen.The best man looked at the older guy who waved the best man to go ahead. He stepped behind Tiffany and let his pants and shorts drop to the floor. Then he rammed his cock into Tiffany, balls deep."Ooough!" moaned Tiffany. She looked up at her audience, in various stages of undress, and said, "If you boys don't put your rubbers on, it's gonna get pretty sloppy, pretty fast.""Fuck the rubbers!" said the best man."No, honey, fuck me!" responded Tiffany as she bounced her hips back to meet his hips.The best man finished and was replaced by cock number 3, and then 4. The best man was standing next to me in just his boxer shorts. "Christ! She's unbelievable! Who'd believe a cunt that looks as classy as she does would fuck everybody in the place like she's doing?""She likes her job," I replied."I'll say. The no-show bitch said she wouldn't pull a train, no matter how much we offered. Said she would jack the groom off and that was it. I'm sure glad she was a no-show and we got this slut."I was watching as a couple of the guys were urging a very young guy to take his place behind Tiffany. Tiffany had cum oozing out of her pussy and running down both thighs, to her stocking tops."Who's the kid?" I asked the best man."Steve's little brother. I think he's only 14 or 15. Who knows -- this might be his first piece! The old guy is Steve's dad. Kinky, eh?"Tiffany turned her head toward the kid. "Don't be scared, honey, I had all my pussy-teeth pulled. You'll like it, I promise. Now, you *ARE* 18, aren't you?""Uh, um, sure. I'm 18," the boy stammered."Well, then stick it in, Sweetheart!"The kid finished and sat down with glassy eyes. The rest of the men followed one after another. One guy jumped up on the table and wagged his erection in Tiffany's face, obviously wanting her to suck him.She smiled up at him and said, "Now, don't be rushing me, Sweetie. I'm not goin' anywheres for a while and I'll take care of whatever you want. Just get in line and take your turn. This first round is just to sorta take the edge off, if you know what I mean."It was interesting for me to notice that all nine of the men were about the same size. I had read so many stories, I really wondered what the truth was. The lengths looked pretty close to the same, but there were differences in girth and curvature. It didn't seem to matter to Tiffany.She finished with the last man and stood up. "Whew! You boys sure know how to treat a lady! Can somebody fix me a bourbon while I freshen up?"When she walked out of the bedroom, she was stark naked, except for her gold chains, jewelry, and her tatoos. She looked fantastic. She sat on the sofa between Steve and his little brother and lit a cigarette and drank her bourbon. Guys were lighting cigars and joints, filling the suite with powerful smoke.Before she finished her drink, both Steve and the kid had begun fondling her tits and pussy, and were now each sucking on a nipple. Tiffany put her glass down and grabbed a dick in each hand. It looked like it was going to start all over again.And it did.Tiffany took the two brothers into the bedroom and the three of them rolled around on the bed. Tiffany gave the kid a lesson in "d-p," showing him all the ways an enthusiastic girl could accommodate two hard cocks.I sat in a chair and watched as the guys came in, did something with or to Tiffany and drifted out, again. The guys were obviously getting groggy by the moment, from the booze and the sex and the smoke and the hour. The party was finally slowing down and Tiffany had to work a little harder to give the guys their erections (except for the kid, of course!).It didn't look like anyone was going to hurt her, so I drifted out to the living room and put CNN on the TV. After a while, even watching real fucking can get to you. It's not like videos -- it's real, it's close, and you don't have tracking problems with the tape. But, it isn't like your fantasies, either. It's like being the only sober guy, watching all your drunk friends make asses of themselves. People are sweating, and shuffling around to get in good positions -- most of the men there were happy with the missionary or doggie position. Everybody's grunting and moaning. Some of the guys were gentle, but some used really demeaning names for Tiffany, slapping her ass or her tits as she fucked or sucked them. And the whole time, Tiffany urged every one of them on, encouraging them, telling them how big and hard and what good fuckers they were.Maybe she *HAD* found her vocation. She certainly looked like she was enjoying the mayhem. She had been enthusiastic with the groom, patient with the kid, and raunchy with the rest of them, over and over. It was obvious that there were no complaints from the partiers and no coyness from her -- she was what she was, and very matter-of-fact about it.Just before I left the bedroom, Tiffany was taking it from the rear and another guy knelt on the bed and began smacking Tiffany's cheek with his semi-hard cock. She looked up at him and smiled, "I'll do it now, if you want, but I'm a little distracted. If you wanna wait until this stud is done reaming my asshole, I'll give you a blow-job you won't soon forget."