Gangbanging the Bride-To-Be - Fabia Berry - ebook
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When I learned my fiancé and his friends had gone against my wishes and hired a stripper for his bachelor party, I decided to teach him a lesson. Wearing a mask, I took the stripper’s place, planning to strip off the mask instead of my clothes and shame my fiancé for lying to me. But things didn’t quite go as planned, and instead I wound up screwing every man there—and getting knocked up to boot!

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Gangbanging the Bride-To-Be

By Fabia Berry

Copyright 2018 by Fabia Berry

This work contains explicit sexual content and is for adults only.

All characters in this story are 18 years of age or older.

My hands were shaking a little as I knocked on the door of the hotel room where the man I would soon be marrying and all his friends were holding their bachelor party. I was nervous as hell. I was worried that they would recognize me right, despite the mask I wore and the uncharacteristically revealing attire I was (barely) clad in. But I was determined to see my plan through and give my husband-to-be a valuable lesson in what happened when he crossed me.

When I found out that my fiancé Robert’s friends were throwing him a bachelor party, I had been firm that there be no strippers. I knew that regrettable things could happen when men and alcohol and scantily attired women are all in the same room together, and I didn’t want our marriage to be clouded by something like that right out of the gate.

He humbly agreed, and I thought that was the end of it. But then on the eve of the party, I overheard part of a conversation between Robert and his best friend Holt, who was to be his best man at the wedding, and I was outraged to discover that they had gone ahead and hired a stripper after all.

Fuming, I was all set to confront my future hubby, but then I had a better idea. Based on what I had overheard, I knew the name of the agency that was sending the stripper, and I knew that the men didn’t know specifically who the stripper would be. They didn’t care, really, as long she was a hot young lady who gave them all a good eyeful of tits and ass…and if they were lucky maybe a whole lot more.

I managed to cancel the appointment with the stripper without Robert or the other guys finding out. Then I prepared to take her place, disguised with a mask so the men wouldn’t recognize me.

I didn’t mean to actually strip, mind you. My intent was simply to dance in a sexy getup for a little while, and then, when the men were all hot and bothered, I would tear off not my clothes but my mask, catching Robert in the act and shaming him for deceiving me in a way he’d remember forever.