Den should have checked before she opened her hotel room door; looked through the spy hole in the door; left the security chain on, if nothing else, but she assumed it was one of the girls from the hen party. Den just grabbed her white silk dressing gown and held it against her naked body as she opened the door. She got quite a shock when a tall dark-skinned man walked past her with a tray containing two glasses and a bottle of champagne. “What the …………….?” she shouted. He just ignored her and put the tray down on the table and proceeded to open the bottle. “Thought you would like a nightcap.” He said, without bothering to turn around and face her. She stood there open mouthed clutching the gown against her body as he turned around and handed a glass to her. “I don’t want any,” she told him. “I have had enough to drink tonight,” she added. Den was not a heavy drinker anyway and she had had enough. Some of her friends were no doubt still in the bar knocking them back but she had already drunk her quota of wine. The man smiled, his hand still outstretched with her glass. “One more won’t hurt,” he said. She said nothing. “You better put that on,” he told her. “You will catch your death,” he said with a smile. “How can I with you standing there?” she said bluntly. He smiled again before turning around. Den hesitated for a moment and then quickly slipped the gown around her. As she tied the belt she looked up and realised that he was standing in front of the large wall mirror. He was grinning. He had seen everything; seen the nakedness that was meant to be for her fiancés eyes only. Of course it was only tit-for-tat. She had seen him naked earlier that evening. He was the leader of the ‘Stripping Fireman’ that her friends gaziantep suriyeli escort had hired for her hen night. She had specifically asked them all not to organise any strippers and to keep it all clean. After the meal in the hotel they retired to a private room; all fifteen of them, work colleagues, family and close friends. As they sat down with a drink the door opened and five firemen walked in. The leader walked up to her and told her that there was a fire in the hotel. She sat there with mouth agape, totally taken in. Suddenly he spoke again “But first I had better give you some protection,” he said as he stripped off his yellow jacket. He was naked underneath. Music suddenly started and he stripped off his trousers leaving him standing there in his boots wearing just a white thong. Behind him the other four men began to strip to the music; moments later they were down to their thongs. Den was completely taken aback but she could not take her eyes off the man in front of her. Black shiny skin on a muscular body and a small white thong that struggled to contain his bulge. What followed next could only be described as sheer debauchery. The cans of cream came out; the thongs came off and the girls went wild. Den sat there for over half an hour watching in almost disbelief; girls tripping over themselves to get at the men; rubbing cream over their groins; fondling there balls; getting their cocks erect and sucking and licking the cream off. Her younger sister shocked her the most; only just getting engaged, she was on her knees taking one of the men in her mouth, gagging, as she tried her best to suck him off. The men responded; their hands down tops and up blouses; down slacks and up skirts. It wasn’t long before bras and knickers were found scattered all over the floor. No actual penetrative sex took place but practically everything else had been done apart from that. The leader had offered her a can of cream but she declined. Sitting next to her, her Matron of Honour to be took the can and proceeded to do the job for her. The size of his erection shocked her; she had heard that black guys were naturally bigger than white guys but this one was way over the limits. Her fiancé Mike’s cock was only half as big as this one. As her friend sucked on his cock he looked down at her and she caught his gaze. He knew that she had really wanted to be the one with his member in her mouth. Now, he was standing in front of her holding out a glass of champagne for her. He was fully dressed of course but she knew what he wanted; she may have been more conservative in her sexual behaviour than her friends but she was not naive. She knew he had come to fuck her. “You had better go,” she told him, still refusing to take the glass. “I might be seen leaving the room just now, people will talk,” he told her. “Besides I have nowhere to sleep tonight. My twin room has my friend and a couple of your friends there. One of them waiting for me of course but she’s not my type,” he explained. “You…..you can’t stay here,” she told him. He ignored her and turned and put the glass down. “Mind if I take a shower?” he asked. She had no time to answer. He brushed past her and into the bathroom. Ten minutes later he emerged wet and naked and clutching a large white towel. She was sat down on the bed by now and on the bedside table stood her glass, half-empty. He smiled as he began to dry himself. She tried to look away but her eyes were drawn, like a moth to a flame, to his groin. He tossed the towel onto her lap and turned his back to her. It was covered in droplets of water and she knew he wanted her to dry him. She sat for a few moments gripping the towel tightly, so tightly her knuckles were white. She was trying to hold herself back; trying to keep her composure; trying to resist him but she couldn’t. She could not take her eyes of his firm muscular bottom. That was Den’s weakness; men’s bottoms. Firm muscular bottoms capable of powerful thrusting; firm muscular bottoms capable of forcefully prising thighs apart; a firm muscular bottom capable of driving a large thick penetrating shaft, a penis that would satisfyingly stretch vaginal walls bringing a woman to a screaming orgasm. She failed; failed miserably; failed pathetically, failed to hold back. She stood up. Her hands rubbed down his back to his waist, slid to the top of his hips and rested on his bottom. Though the towel separated their flesh she could feel him; feel the strength; feel the power and feel the force that lay under it. “Please go,” she told him softly, hoping that he would save her from being unfaithful. He turned around. His erection was full now; thick, long and wanting. “Do you really want me to leave?” he asked as his hands rested on her shoulders, looking longingly into her eyes. She hesitated; she procrastinated, she delayed as his hands pushed downwards. She knew why there was pressure on her shoulders; she knew what he wanted but there was nothing she could do to stop her legs from giving way. Moments later her knees were digging into the carpeted floor; his hands were around the back of head and her open mouth was receiving him. She had sucked her fiancé before, Mike enjoyed oral sex, but this no ordinary cock. With firm hands gripping her head he guided her backwards and forwards against his cock.