My Bachelor Party
By Muscle Fan



Tomorrow afternoon I was getting married. I had been dating Allison for a
little over a year now and the 'big day' was finally at hand. I had met
Allison after graduating from college and we had been planning the wedding for
the last four or five months.

Allison is funny, caring and considerate. She's trim with auburn hair and
quick wit. I was looking forward to our life together. We shared common
interests and were eager to share our lives together.

As is tradition, tonight was our bachelor and bachelorette party. Allison
would be joined by her friends and bridesmaids and I would be celebrating with
Alan, my best friend and best man, Tom, my roommate from college and Jim, a
man I work with. All three are single and eager to give me a big send-off.

I had told Alan to keep this low-key. I had mentioned I didn't want it to get
out of hand and so he had arranged a private room for us at a local tavern. 'I
just need to not drink too much,' I thought, 'just a couple of beers'. "Not to
worry, Brian", he told me, "We're taking a taxi; I've got your back." And so,
here we were in Las Vegas, the day before the big event.

Allison and I had decided on a Las Vegas wedding so that we could save some
money and besides, neither of us was very religious, so a large church wedding
wasn't necessary.

We caught a cab in front of our hotel and Alan told the driver where we wanted
to go and off we went. We had left the strip twenty minutes ago when we pulled
into the driveway of the 'Roxie'. As we got out, I looked around the sparse
parking lot. 'Not exactly a busy place,' I thought, 'maybe we'll be in and out
quickly.'

A beefy guy wearing a tuxedo opened the door for us wordlessly and we walked
down a short hallway to the far end. "Good evening, gentlemen," a beautiful
woman said, "Do you have a reservation?" "We do," Alan said, "It's under
Sparks." She consulted a list on her lectern. "Ah, yes, party of four. Please,
follow Amber," she said, handing a ticket to a red head that seemed to have
materialized from nowhere.

The four of us fell into step in back of 'Amber'. Amber was wearing a string
bikini, her butt swaying with each step. Jim nudged me with his elbow, "Look
at that," he said in a near whisper, motioning to Amber's back, "I'd like to
have a piece of that." I chuckled and Amber looked over her shoulder and
smiled, and then pulled aside a curtain and stepped aside. "Megan will be
right with you gentlemen," she said, "please, make yourself at home."

'Megan,' I thought, 'first the girl at the entrance, and then Amber, and now a
Megan, how many women are going to help us?" The room was furnished with
settees with draped walls and carpeted floor. The lighting was low as we sat
on the love seats which were arranged around a short table in the middle of
the room.

"May I get you gentlemen something to drink?" a stunning African-American
woman asked. 'Megan' was tall, nearly six-foot, with straight black hair, dark
skin offset by a light yellow string bikini. Her question was met with silence
as the four of us simply stared at this beauty. "Ah, I, err, I'll have a
Heineken," Tom finally managed to say. The rest of us managed to place our
orders as well.

As soon as Megan had left, slipping behind a curtain, Alan said, "Wow, each of
the women is better looking than the last." "I'll say," Tom said, "Did you see
the chest on Megan?" Jim laughed and I said, "You bet."

Megan returned with a tray holding our drinks. She handed them to us and then
reached behind the curtain and music filled our room. She smiled as she
stepped up on the raised table in the center of the room and began to sway her
hips to the music.

It was hypnotizing watching this tall African-American undulate to the music.
She turned slowly giving each of us an unobstructed view. After several
minutes, she reached behind her and untied the string holding her top in
place. As she pulled it over her head, she tossed it to Jim with a wink.

Her breasts were firm and as she danced and swayed her breasts bounced
slightly. She cupped her tits and ran a finger around each nipple. I could
feel myself getting hard and tore my eyes away from Megan to look at my three
companions. Jim had Megan's bikini top across one knee and was staring at this
nubile princess. Tom and Alan were also staring, Alan with his mouth slightly
open.

The tempo of the music increased slightly and Megan swayed her hips to the
beat. She fingered the tie on her right hip and with a slight pull, allowed
her bikini bottom to fall away. With a practiced kick, she sent the bikini
bottom on to Tom's lap. Megan giggled as did Tom.

"Smell it," she said, just above the volume of the music, "Smell my scent."
Tom tore his eyes away from Megan and looked at her bottom and then put it to
his nose and inhaled deeply. She giggled again and said, "Taste it." Tom put
her bottom in his mouth. Megan giggled louder and put two fingers in her pussy
as she continued to sway to the music. She removed her fingers and held her
glistening digits out to Tom. "Taste me, baby," she said, "Come here and taste
me."

Tom got off of his settee and sucked Megan's two fingers. "Hmm," he hummed,
"magnificent." Megan laughed. "Do you want me, baby?" she asked. Tom could
only nod. Megan held out a hand and Tom helped her from the stage. She led him
behind a curtain.

I looked from Alan to Jim and we each smiled as the music took on a Latin
beat. An olive-skin Latina appeared from behind the curtain and stepped onto
the stage. She gyrated her hips to the beat. She wore a red and green bikini
top and a long skirt with a red and green floral print. The skirt swayed with
her hips. She lifted the skirt and half of it rose to her knees revealing a
muscular thigh and calf.

She danced on the table for nearly five minutes, her body glistening with a
sheen of sweat. She unsnapped a clasp on her skirt and did a pirouette on the
table twirling the skirt. She let it go and it landed on Jim's head. The three
of us laughed.

Maria was petite, probably five-foot four-inches tall with shoulder length
reddish-brown hair. As she stood on the small stage, she placed her hands on
her hips as Jim pulled the skirt from his head. Maria wore no bikini bottom.
"Are you ready for me?" she asked Jim. Jim didn't say anything but only
stared. "Are you man enough?" she asked. As I watched, Jim swallowed and then
nodded. Maria laughed out loud, "We'll see about that, come with me," she said
and took Jim by the hand and led him from the room.

Alan and I exchanged glances as the music faded. We both turned toward the
curtain where Maria had recently taken Jim. Slowly, the curtain was pulled
back and Amber came in. She glanced at me and then went directly to Alan,
stopping in front of him. He began to stand, but she put a hand on his
shoulder so that he'd remain seated.

She grasped a handful of Alan's hair and tilted his head back and looked down
at him. She put one foot on either side of his hips and stood on the settee
thrusting his face against her crotch. Slowly she undulated her pelvis against
his face. She pulled his face away from her crotch by pulling on his hair.

Changing positions, so that her butt was now facing Alan, she bent forward and
untied her bottom. "Get that tongue of yours in my crack, Alan," she said.
Alan took hold of Ambers hips and buried his face in her ass. She laughed
lightly and said, "That's enough, let's go," and stepped from the couch and
led him through the curtain.

Alone, I sat there wondering who would come through the curtain next. It
seemed like a long time but it was probably only minutes before there was a
low bass sound, more of a rumble than actual music. The lights dimmed even
more and I had to squint to see. I could just make out the movement of the
curtain as a hand pulled it aside.

At first I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me, or that maybe I had had
too much to drink, but then I remembered I had only had one mixed drink. Who
or what entered the room was big. I stood up quickly and at six-foot one-inch,
I still had to look up. My mouth opened but I couldn't speak as the black
cloaked figure came toward me.

A low chuckle came from this being. "I'm Roxie," it said, "welcome to my
place." "Wh-what, err, ah, who are you?" I asked. The deep throaty chuckle
faded and she said, "I'm Roxie, and this is my place, Brian, please sit down."
I sat, and Roxie came stood in front of me. I really had to crane my neck to
look up at her. She was tall, with broad shoulders, short spikey blonde hair
and piercing gray-blue eyes. She wore a black silk kimono that nearly covered
her.

"Are you enjoying yourself, Brian?" she asked in her husky voice that I was
sure was deeper than mine. I nodded and managed to say, "Yes." It came out
weak and she smiled. "Are you scared, baby?" she asked. "N-no," I lied. "Hmm,"
she mused and sat on the stage in front of me, "don't be afraid, I won't hurt
you unless I have to or unless you want me to." She extended a leg toward me
allowing her kimono to fall either side of the most massive quad I had ever
seen. The deeply tanned skin was marred only by the underlying muscles and
thick, rope-like veins.

"Alan mentioned that you like muscular women and that you were getting married
tomorrow, is that right?" she asked. I nodded and this time managed to say,
"Yes." She nodded and asked, "Is your fiancé muscular, Brian?" She seemed to
be studying her leg as she asked this. "Ah, no," I said, "Allison's not
muscular."

This was true, Allison, while not muscular, was toned from swimming and
playing tennis. We worked out regularly, but she was not what I would call
muscular.

Roxie looked up at me and said, "But you do like muscular women, don't you?"
"Y-yes," I said. "Of course you do, baby," she said, "what do you think of my
legs?" She extended the other leg. Her feet were only inches from my crotch.
"They're, ah, nice," I said. She looked up at me and said, "Nice? They're
nice?" she repeated, "They're awesome, Brian, my legs are huge." I swallowed
hard and nodded and said, "Yes, yes they are, Roxie." She smiled and said,
"Please, just call me mistress." I smiled back and said, "Yes, mistress, your
legs are awesome."

"Feel them, baby, feel how hard they are," she said, "Feel my veins. Your
Allison doesn't have legs like these." I hesitated and she extended the toes
of her right foot to touch my crotch. I pushed my butt tighter to the seat
trying to move away from her foot.

She withdrew her feet and stood up and I relaxed a bit. "Come," she said,
"Let's see how your friends are doing." I got to my feet and followed Roxie
through the curtain which led to a corridor. She stopped at a small window,
having to stoop to look through it. I followed her look and saw Maria
straddling Jim's hips. Both were naked and Maria was moving up and down on
Jim's penis. Roxie chuckled and said, "Looks like those two are having fun." I
nodded and then followed her down the hall.

At another window, Megan was straddling Tom's face while performing
cunnilingus on my former college roommate. "Megan is an expert at pleasuring
our clients," Roxie said, "believe me, she has a gifted mouth." I looked from
the couple in the room to Roxie and she smiled. "I love to have her eat my
pussy, she's truly gifted." Perhaps I looked a little shocked because she
chuckled and said, "All of my girls and guys, for that matter, service
Mistress Roxie," and she chuckled once more. She walked a little further down
the hall and we stopped at a third window.

Amber was naked except for a strap-on dildo whose dark nylon straps and black
phallus contrasted with her pale skin. She was servicing Alan anally as he was
bent over a padded bench. "Hmm," Roxie said, "Your best man looks like he's
found his 'best woman'," and chuckled at her own joke. We watched for a minute
or two longer until Roxie turned away from the window. "Follow me," she said.

She pulled aside another curtain, holding it for me. The room I entered was
large with a huge four-poster bed at one end, an armoire against one wall and
large wooden cross with ankle and wrist straps. I turned and looked at Roxie.
She smiled and asked, "Would you like to be strapped to my cross, Brian? I
have an assortment of whips and canes." I shook my head and she pouted and
then smiled. "Perhaps another time," she said, "right now I want you to be
comfortable, take your clothes off; you can lay them on the valet there." She
pointed to a clothes valet.

When I hesitated, she said, "Come on, Brian, don't be shy, you don't have
anything I haven't seen a thousand times before. Your friends are enjoying
themselves, I want you to enjoy yourself as well." I was sure they were
enjoying themselves, still, I was getting married tomorrow and I had been
faithful to Allison for the past year. As if reading my mind, Roxie said, "Aw,
are you worried about that little girlfriend of yours? Don't worry, I won't
tell her about this, what happens at Roxie's; stays at Roxie's."

I began to unbutton my shirt under the watchful eyes of my hostess. I sat my
shirt on the valet and then kicked off my shoes and began unfastening my
pants. I hesitated again when I was standing in just my boxer shorts. She
looked at the bulge at my crotch and said, "That looks promising," smiling. I
weakly returned her smile.

Roxie's eyes never left mine as she untied the sash of her kimono. Slowly she
opened it to reveal an amazing body. I'm sure my jaw dropped as I looked at
the most muscular person I had ever seen. Roxie was naked, her body the color
of rich mahogany. My gaze traveled from her massive shoulders to her feet and
back. Her chest tapered to a trim waist, and while her breasts weren't large,
they were definitely hard as were her nipples. Narrow hips supported on those
monstrous thighs. Her abdominals were well defined with deep separation
between muscles.

And then I saw her arms. Huge biceps with veins crisscrossing her forearms,
she bent her arm at the elbow and the bicep exploded. "Twenty-one inches," she
said and bent and kissed the softball size muscle, "twenty-one inch arms," she
repeated, "I work out five or six hours a day, can you tell?" She flexed her
other arm and then crossed them across her chest causing her trapezius to
expand, massive traps. Her pectoral muscles contracted and I could see the
slabs of muscle beneath the skin.

"Do you like what you see," she asked and then chuckled lightly, "I can see
that you do," she said answering her own question. "Take your shorts off,
little man, let Mistress Roxie see what your Allison will get on her wedding
night," she said. I peeled my boxer shorts down my legs and stepped out of
them. My erection sprang free.

Roxie smiled and took a step towards me. I stepped back and this muscle
giantess said, "Don't move, baby, I just want to get a closer look," and ran
her index finger along the length of my cock, from the head of my penis to its
base. "Hmm," she mused, "eight inches." It was more of a statement than a
question. I nodded, and knew that it wasn't just a guess, this Amazon could
tell. "Not the biggest, but certainly not the smallest," sje said.

She gently engulfed my manhood in the palm of her large hand. I flinched at
her touch and she gripped me a little harder. I knew she could hurt me if I
struggled. "I love the feel of a stiff cock," she said softly in my ear,
"especially in my pussy. How long can you last?" I turned to her, and I could
feel her breath on my face. "I-I, er, don't know," I replied. "Shall we find
out," she said and then with her free hand on the back of my head, kissed me,
parting my lips with her tongue. 'Even her tongue is strong,' I thought. I
tried to pull free, but she held me fast with little effort as her tongue
found the back of my throat. I thought I would gag as her meaty tongue filled
my esophagus.

She broke our kiss and I began to cough. She let go of my cock and I bent at
the waist trying to get air into my lungs. She placed her hands on her hips
and looked down at me, waiting. "All of this foreplay has made me horny,
Brian, I need to climax so I want you to suck my 'she-cock' until I come," she
said, "and then I want you to swallow every drop of my cum, do you
understand?" I straightened up and said, "Yes, but I'm ... " and she put a
finger to my lips and said, "Shh, I know, you want to be faithful to that
little bitch, Allison, but if you don't do as I say, I'm going to find Allison
and make her my bitch, do you understand," emphasizing the word 'my'.

I had no doubt that Roxie meant what she said. If I refused her, she would not
only hurt me, but undoubtedly tell Allison about my bachelor party or
physically hurt her or both.

"I understand." She smiled and with an open hand swatted my penis. "Ow," I
said, cupping my manhood. "I understand, who, Brian," she asked. "I
understand, mistress," I said. "Good, baby, very good," she said, "now get on
your knees, and suck my clit. You do know how to suck a woman's clit, don't
you?" "Yes, mistress," I said softly getting on my knees before her. She let
out a deep chuckle and said, "We'll see about that, but one thing I can tell
you, baby, is that you've never seen a clit like mine."

Allison didn't like me to go down on her, nor did she like to go down on me.
She preferred the conventional manner of having sex. 'That's a little
disappointing,' I thought. I was familiar with my future wife's clitoris,
however, and in comparison to what I was now looking at, Allison's was a nub.

Roxie's clit was about three-inches and thick, as thick my thumb. She put her
index finger under her clit and said, "Come on, Brian, suck me." I began by
gently taking her between my lips, sucking. As I did, her clit became engorged
and erect. 'She's truly remarkable,' I thought. I put my hands on her butt and
it was if I was gripping a bowling ball. Her butt was not just firm but hard.
I allowed my hands to wander down to the back of those incredible thighs, my
fingers running over the veins as I orally pleased her for the next twenty
minutes.

She grabbed a handful of my hair and held my mouth tight against her crotch
and exploded in a thunderous climax. Her pelvis shuddering. I swallowed as
quickly as I could but was unable to take all of her cum in. I tried pushing
on her quads to free myself, to catch my breath, but it was to no avail. With
one last shutter, she released her grip on my hair. I gasped for air and wiped
her cum from my lips with the back of my hand.

"Hmm," she sighed, "That was wonderful, baby, you did well; I needed that."
She looked down at me still kneeling and then at the floor and chuckled, and
said, "It looks like I wasn't the only one who needed to climax." I followed
her gaze and saw my milky semen between my knees. I had climaxed and hadn't
even realized it. My penis was flaccid once more. 'I hope Allison doesn't find
out about this,' I thought as I once again looked up at this muscle Amazon.

"You better get dressed, Brian," Roxie said dismissively, "Your friends are
probably spent by now, my girls don't waste time." I stood and retrieved my
clothes and dressed. I caught sight of my reflection in a mirror over the
dresser. My lips were swollen, the bottom one split and I had a bruise at the
corner of my mouth. I ran a finger across my lips. "You may want to think of
something to tell Allison, Brian," she said, "She'll notice the swelling and
the cut, I'm sorry about that, I play a little rough at times." 'She could do
some serious damage,' I thought, 'if she wanted to.'

Roxie had put her kimono on and tied the sash. She held the curtain aside for
me. I turned from the mirror and walked into the hall. Roxie led the way we
had come, past the rooms that my friends had been in. I found Alan, Tom and
Jim with their respective 'dates' in the entryway. Their eyes widened as Roxie
followed me through the curtain.

"Did you boys have a good time?" Roxie asked. "Yes," they said as one. "Good,
good," Roxie said, and turning to me said, "Thank you, Brian, for everything,
I hope your bachelor party was memorable." I smiled, even though my lip hurt
and said, "Memorable isn't the half of it."

Roxie engulfed me in her arms holding me against her body. It was as if I was
being crushed by a bear. I thought, 'She could snap my spine if she wanted.'

A cab was waiting and took us back to the hotel. Alan, Tom and Jim all wanted
to hear about my time with Roxie. I looked in the drivers rearview mirror and
I could see he was looking at me.

"Not much happened," I said, "she asked about the wedding and Allison and if I
liked women with muscles, so thank you Alan for setting all of this up. How
was your evening?" I don't think they believed for one second that 'not much
happened', but they excitedly told me about their conquests. I didn't mention
that Roxie and I had watched them through a window.

I got married the following day, although I had to explain to Allison that I
had stumbled and fell getting out of the taxi, bruising my face and splitting
my lip. To this day, what happened at Roxie's has remained at Roxie's, except
in my memories.

It's hard not to think of what it would be like to share a bed with that
magnificent beast of a woman. Perhaps I'll get to Las Vegas again; maybe for
Alan, Tom or Jim's bachelor party. One can only hope.

If you enjoyed 'My Bachelor Party', please let me know at cover.1@hotmail.com

Thank you,

Muscle Fan