Natasha's New Daddy

Natasha's New Daddy Part 5: The Bachelor Party

I'd been engaged to my Fiance' Chad for almost a year, and the wedding was just a few months away. In that time, our relationship had grown... as had my number of normal lovers. You see, Chad and I met at highschool, but I quickly let him know that I was very kinky, and anyone who dated me had to accept that. Turns out, Chad loved me, but he also considered me his fantasy girl. And anything he could watch me do, hear me do, or have me tell him about, fucking did it for him.

In other words, he was perfect for me!

We quickly got into the kink community, and we did some really kinky stuff. But when Chad proposed, we opened a wild new door. You see, his Mom had told us to go to hell when it came to her blessing. So, before we went to his Dad, I asked how his Dad might react to a more open and honest approach about who we really were and how we really lived. It didn't hurt that I had a massive Daddy fantasy, and Chad not only didn't mind sharing, but was super into it. Fast forward a bit, and Chad and Daddy were my guys. They were both my lovers, and though Chad was my main squeeze and the one that went to kink events and sex parties with me, Daddy was also very special to me. Eventually Chad and I agreed that there were two men in my life who didn't need to use condoms with me. Chad, and now Daddy too.

Over the next few months, Chad and I continued to have our own adventures, and we got into a lot of wonderful fun now that I was wearing an engagement ring. But Daddy and I have some pretty crazy adventures of our own, including a particularly strange accident that led to two of Daddy's life-long work buddies fucking me in front of him while mistaking me for a prostitute he'd hired. So, yeah. Now I had my Fiance, my Daddy, and my two Uncles (though still only two who could go without condoms).

With the Wedding coming up, I arranged for the most amazing Wedding present. You see, Chad had developed a Mommy fantasy upon meeting my Mom. And yeah. Welcome to the club buddy. But, my Mom and Dad had the same relationship as Chad and I. So while her being my Mom always made her super off limits in Chad's eyes, the truth was something else entirely. So, after conspiring for most of Chad and I's relationship, Mom and I finally decided that after we were officially married, his new Mother would take him aside. Then she would show him just how much Mommy loved him. Honestly it was going to be so hot that I'd masturbated about it repeatedly and I wasn't going to be the one having their fantasy fulfilled with the person who gave them the kink in the first place!

But, did create an interesting problem. Sure, that was something that my Mom and I came up with. But at the end of... well, "it." It wasn't me Chad was going to be thanking. So how do I top that?!?

The answer is that I don't. Or at least, I don't think I can. But, I can go for something that will last longer and also be super hot. Which gave me an idea...

Now, I'd known that my Fiance's Bachelor party was going to be a thing for a long time. So, that gave me a long time to prepare for it. I wanted it to be special. That may sound strange, but remember, we LIKE to share in this family. And if there was one thing I thought should be ultra special, it was the Bachelor party of someone as kinky as my beloved Fiance'.

I had to dig deep for this one. And it will take some explaining.

You see, I know I've already said it, but it bears repeating. Chad likes to share me, and I love to be shared. But safety is a thing. Generally speaking we kept all of this sharing out of our "real" lives and limited it entirely to our kink lives. We did it exclusively with people who put as much on the line as we did, and who had reputations for being awesome about the things that their community specialized in. Long story short, no Friends or neighbors... usually.

This was especially true of Chad's Friends. I love Chad, he's my man, through and through. But Chad is not a man known for his great wisdom or intellect, and if Chad was average, then his Friends were idiots. Now, Maybe that was because they were all about 19-20, as well as male. But for whatever reason, they were kind of tools.

That said, familiarity is hot. Like, really hot. There is a reason that the top two fantasies are Mommy & Daddy, and that most of the rest of the top 10 list is very similar. Boss and secretary. Teacher and student. In this case, I was literally the girl next door, and these were his REAL highschool buddies. No roleplay required before it got all hot, intimate, and personal. But, no. Seriously. Just no. They sucked.

I mean, he had 6 main guys that he hung out with. Brock, Trent, Blake, & Lance made up the main group. Plus Brandon, and Dominic, who went by Dom. They were frat bros without a frat. Brandon, Dom, Brock, and Trent all knew Chad from our highschool football team. They were big strong guys with lots of energy, but not much going on upstairs. Blake and Lance rounded out the gang, but while "the guys'' considered Blake and Lance the smart ones, that would not have been true in any other group.

On no less than 10 different occasions, Brock had "accidentally" let it slip within ear shot of me that he'd, "Love to fuck my face." Come to find out that this may have actually been accidentally, since he apparently mentioned it almost every time I came up in conversation. Brandon was actually a nice guy, but he was with the wrong group. So, he often mentioned that he'd, "love to take me to pound town", and, "Show me what a real man could do." But, Brandon was the kind of guy who would say that in the presence of his "bros", and then hang around until they'd left to apologize to me, because he actually felt bad about it. Him I might have given a pass too.

Blake and Lance were those two guys who were so close that I could never tell if my Gaydar was broken, or if they just had a strange bromance. When the conversation had turned horny, which, it was a group of 7 teenage men so... But, when conversation went sexual, those two always ended up talking about how they were going to share me. Each was going to grab an end, and when one of the guys inevitably asked who was getting the best end, both of them would always declare that they would "switch it up", to be fair.

The last two were Trent, the ass man. I respected his taste, but not how many times I heard him say that he wanted to, "plug my shitter". And then there was Dom, who was obsessed with my tits. Which, I mean, I'm a G-cup... So yeah, I get that.

Okay, all of that out of the way, you now know that Chad's big, unfulfillable fantasy, was me getting fucked by these bozos, and that I wanted to give him something he'd never forget as a bachelor party present. It's not that hard to put two and two together. But figuring it out, and making it happen were two totally different things. Like I said, I didn't trust his Friends.

So, it took literal months of planning. Honestly, keeping it all a surprise from Chad was the hardest part. Like I said, Chad, his Dad, and I, were practically a trio. So since I needed a co-conspirator, it HAD to be Daddy. At first he expressed disbelief that Chad would want this. But Daddy was one of my favorite people on the planet for a reason, and once I'd explained myself, he agreed to go along with it.

Daddy set up the bachelor party for Chad. He told him that he needed one last, crazy party before he got married, and he also told him that he'd cleared the whole thing with me. I verified it later on, and while Chad was a little worried about sleeping with someone outside of our circle, my reassurance that it was okay ended up doing the trick.

Daddy told Chad and his idiot buddies that he was secretly getting them all a stripper who did "full service". Meanwhile, I had to drastically change my appearance in the lead up. Luckily, all of Chad's Friends had seen exactly one version of me. My old Gothy, emo-styled self from senior year of highschool. Black hair, black lipstick, heavy black eyeshadow, and as many spikes and piercings as I could fit without triggering the airport metal detectors from 30 miles away. They'd only ever seen me in all black clothes, with big black boots. Since none of them were tennis fans, they hadn't even seen me in my school uniform. So their image of me was pretty limited. Pale skin, black clothes, and make-up that said "fuck you" long before I did.

Were my clothes slutty back then? You bet. But that just meant that they all knew for a fact that, all other appearances to the contrary, I didn't have any tattoos. So, I got a wig that was a pretty great match for the long red and purple hair that I'd been rocking since I first met Daddy. And over time, I slowly bleached my own until it was practically white. I wanted to put a strip of color in it SO BAD!!! But, that was my aesthetic, and since I was going for "not me", I had to settle for a single, uninterrupted color. Blondish white.

Next step? Piercings. I had a few. My nipples and my navel closed pretty fast. My tongue and my ears were slower, but with some tips from my doctor, I got them done in time. I swapped these out with the equivalent of clip-ons so Chad wouldn't see a change. Thankfully, between college, preparing for the wedding, him working at his Dad's business, and me working with Mom on all the bridal stuff, we were not seeing each other as much as we wanted. Which meant that I was able to keep him at bay with naughty texts, some hand stuff, and the promise that I would make it all up to him on our wedding night.

As the date was closing in, I had my Friend Tiffany give me a very pretty, and very large Mehndi tattoo. Tiffany assured me that the one she gave me would last about 2-3 weeks, so we timed it just right. By the time the big night came around, it looked like a regular tattoo that I'd had for about a year or two. My last bit of preparation was watching a ton of movies and shows where people had those aristocratic southern accents. Think Rouge from the X-Men 97' cartoon, or some of the old money families in Georgia.

When the night of Chad's bachelor party arrived, his Dad had rented some hotel rooms in a decent hotel. The party was in one, Chad and his Dad were in another, the guys, Brock, Brandon, Blake, Lance, Trent, and Dom, took up 3 more. I arrived with a trench-coat covering up my lovely white lingerie, a masquerade mask, covering my eyes, and a rich southern accent hiding my voice. My normally dark hair was so light that it was practically white, and shined in the light. Lastly, I had some baby blue contacts in, to conceal my normal, rich brown eye color.

Daddy led me up to the room, and I had to admit, I was feeling my temperature climb as we walked. I was on my way to fulfil Chad's fantasy, and in the process, I was going to get fucked by 6 guys who secretly knew me, most of whom were football players, while Daddy filmed the whole thing!

I entered the room, and Daddy introduced me as "Honey". I slipped into character, and introduced myself with my newly perfected aristocratic southern accent. I had honestly picked the name honey just because I'd discovered by accident how much I liked the sound of it in the accent, lol.

I introduced myself to Chad and the guys, and my new tattoo of a dragon that coiled around my neck and stretched down one breast was getting a lot of looks. Something tells me it had less to do with Chad's Friends being tattoo enthusiasts and more to do with the fact that it helped to highlight the fact colors like the tattoo's, or my areolas, could be seen through the lingerie I was wearing.

I had to admit, for a guy at his bachelor party, Chad didn't look too enthused. His Dad and I had not exactly gone all in when it came to convincing him that sleeping with a stripper just before his wedding was a good idea. In fact, Chad was so blasé about the whole thing that his Dad had suggested that once he'd finished, he should go next door to his room and leave his buddies to their thing.

Now, knowing that Chad didn't really want a stripper may make this seem like an odd gift, but you have to understand that the gift wasn't that night. Rather it was the video, and the memory of that night, only after he understood what really happened. In other words, what was meh for Chad the first time around, would be a hundred times hotter on a second viewing.

After some brief introductions, I had Daddy start the music, and I began to put on a little show. I'd worked really hard over the last month on my stripper skills, but I was still a little lacking in the confidence department. A big part of that was that I wasn't supposed to let Chad know who he was looking at, and while his half-heartedly staring, and his being distracted by the tattoo helped; Chad knew my body. He knew my blowjobs, and he sure as hell knew my pussy.

I danced for a full two songs, since I only had time to learn a few routines. During the first one, I kept my lingerie on, and did a whole lot of touching myself and eye-fucking Chad's Friends. When the second song started up, I got in close, and began to actually strip. Garters were unclipped, high heels slid off, stockings were removed, and after I'd revealed that my tits were too big to let the top fall off, I pulled it up over my head a moment before I got down on my knees and positioned myself between Chad's legs.

It was a good show, and every guy there had their dicks out before I was done, but I still felt a little bad about the blowjob I was about to give. You see, when you are good at giving head, it isn't about how fast you make a guy cum, it's about how long you can torture him with pleasure. I liked my blowjobs to last about 30 minutes on average, and to make the guy getting it feel like if he didn't cum by the end of it, he was going to straight up die from the intensity of the pleasure I was putting him through. But of course, Chad knew that. He was my man, and he always got my best.

That said... the same knowledge, practice, and skills that let me give a blowjob that lasted as long as I wanted it to and drove men insane before their orgasms hit, also give me the skills to just, make a guy cum.

So, to get Chad out of the room, I addressed the crowd, and made a point of telling them that they were about to witness some world class blowjob skills. I asked them how long they thought it would take me to make Chad cum, and I acted surprised when one of them had Daddy (the only one allowed a phone during this), start a timer. For two minutes, I sucked Chad hard, kept my face down, and got him started. But the two minutes after that were a steady build of speed, suction, and hand action that kept him at the ever changing threshold of how much he could handle without it being bad. In less than 5 minutes, Chad was screaming that he was going to cum, and I never let up for a second. It was NOT a world class blowjob. I mean, I guess it could have been considered showing off the same skills, but trust me, if you could have that orgasm, or me at even a fraction of my best, then you would never go back to the treatment I'd just given Chad.

Still, he came, I swallowed, his buddies cheered, and less than 20 minutes after I'd arrived, Chad left his own bachelor party and headed back to his room to watch sports.

That left me with Brock, Brandon, Blake, Lance, Trent, Dom, and Daddy. But Daddy was effectively just the camera man. Once Chad was gone, Daddy handed me a bag, and I laughed, and chided him in my southern accent. "Such naughty boys!", I teased as I got dressed again, but just barely. The guys laughed and clapped their hands as they saw what their Friend's Dad had chosen for me. It was a skirt in our old school's colors, but much too short for me, and a white cotton tank top that looked like moths had been eating at it for months. Tiny holes were all over the damn thing, and as I pulled on one of the straps to test it, it snapped, getting a laugh from me, and some more cheers from Chad's buddies.

I asked if any of them could spare a drink of water, fanning myself as I did so. And when Brandon gave me his water bottle, I, accidentally, spilled it all over the shirt. Again, the guys cheered happily. I presented myself to Daddy, in a tiny schoolgirl skirt with no panties, and a white, torn up top, that was wet. As my nipples pressed against the material, I asked, "Well Mr. Lewis, how do I look?" Daddy looked me over, and, as planned, he said, "Wait a minute. I thought you said you had Brown eyes?"

I gasped, went for my purse by the door, and as I walked past him to the bathroom I assured him that, "Why I do Mr. Lewis. I surely do." Then I pulled out a little contact case, and added, "They're right in here." At that, I blew a kiss to the guys, and promised them, "Be right back boys!", before I closed the bathroom door.

Of course, I wasn't putting contacts in, I was taking them out. But switching back my natural eye color and making sure that a contact didn't pop out accidentally and raise questions was more than just a safety measure.

Honestly?

Part of me had DESPERATELY wanted to have Daddy suggest that I roleplay as Chad's Fiance, Natasha. But... as much as I joke about Chad's Friends not being the brightest bulbs, there was almost zero chance of them all looking me in the eye, and calling me Tasha, without catching on that there was something familiar about me.

Still, as I exited the bathroom with my "contacts in", it meant that the video of me would at least show my real eyes. And that was important for Chad's viewing pleasure later on.

I presented myself to the guys and said, "Okay boys. Strip shows over. So now Mamma Honey just needs to know one thing... When you look at this body", I said, running my hands along my sides as I did so. "What do you want to do with it?" Brock was the first to try to speak, but I quickly pressed a finger to his lips and, with a sultry tone I added, "Be specific."

Despite my instruction, they still all started with something like, "I wanna fuck you!". But I waited, and they kept going. When Brock said he wanted to, "fuck my pretty face", I acted impressed, pointed him out, and let them all know that was the kind of detail I was looking for. Once they caught on, it took zero time for them all to say their fantasies out loud. Trent wanted to fuck my ass, Dom wanted a tit fuck, Blake and Lance wanted to double team me, and, bless his heart, Brandon, "Just wanted to have sex" with me.

I'd known all their kinks in advance of course. They'd said them 1,000 times about their buddies Goth Girlfriend, Tasha. I'd kind of been hoping to learn something new about Brandon, but I suspected that his was probably kinkier and more specific than anything he would ever admit to in front of his Friends. A Mommy kink maybe? Hard to say. For now though, we started with what they gave me.

I looked to Daddy and asked, "Mr Lewis, do you have any party favors for these boys?" And, on queue, Daddy took out a big ol' box of condoms. The guys all grinned, made some noise to let everyone know that they liked where this was going, and grabbed a handful of condoms each.

Ambitious fuckers, I'll give them that.

I went to Brock and asked him, "What was it you wanted to do again sugah?" He answered with fucking my throat, and I nodded, and then pointed to each one of the guys in turn and made like I was trying to remember each of their preferences. Calling them out one by one and getting a nod and a yes from each of them.

"Well well well, where to start with so many strapping young Friends of the groom to choose from?" Daddy had the camera on my face for that one, and I looked into it for the line before giving it a wink. I then explained to the guys that we were filming the whole thing for Chad, and that it was normal to address the groom while filming. Though, I admitted that it was odd for him to have left, so, with a shrug I lamented that I would need to be doing a lot of talking to the camera, and I let them know that I may ask them to do the same.