Sweet girl is introduced to the world of big black cock

“Tonight you can’t say no,” Becka ordered, like the drill sergeant she often is.

“Yes, ma’am,” I saluted sarcastically, already tipsy from three glasses of wine.

Jennie added, “It’s your last night of freedom, so you need to make it epic.”

“I’m just getting married, not going to a convent,” I protested.

“Marriage is worse,” Becka, the group slut, countered.

I shook my head as it was never worth the effort to fight with Becka.

Amy asked, “Are we really going to The Pit?”

“Of course,” Becka said, “where else would you take a goody-goody like Keli?”

“I’m not a goody-goody,” I protested.

“You’re so pure you make Snow White look dirty,” Becka quipped.

“I can be dirty,” I argued, although my fantasies were a lot more sexy and naughty than my real life.

“How many guys have you fucked?” Becka questioned.

“Why does that matter?” I asked. “It’s not quantity over quality.”

“But it is important to experiment with a variety of shapes, sizes, positions and colours before getting a ball and chain attached to your ankle for life,” Becka continued.

“She’s not going to jail,” Amy said, defending me.

“Marriage is the longest jail sentence possible,” Becka protested.

“I’ll remember that when you get engaged,” Sara quipped, although she was laughing while she said it.

“Hell will freeze over first,” Becka said.

“Oh Becka, you talk tough, but you are a softie inside,” I teased.

“Enough talk, it’s time to slut you up,” Becka declared.

“Isn’t this outfit you made me wear slutty enough?” I asked. I was in a striped mini-skirt that barely covered my ass, and a tight blouse that showcased rather clearly my small 34B tits.

“Your slut ensemble just needs one more thing,” Becka said.

“What’s that?” I asked, unable to fathom what else I could possible wear to make this look sluttier.

“Pantyhose,” Becka said.

“I don’t wear pantyhose,” I said with disdain, I hated the feel of them. The rare time I was forced to wear nylons, I wore thigh high stockings.

“Oh, trust me,” Becka replied ominously. “You will definitely want them on tonight. Isn’t that right girls?”

Jennie who had been silent during the conversation agreed, “Oh, trust me, pantyhose are essential.”

I had noticed all four of my bridesmaids were wearing pantyhose earlier, which was strange, but didn’t think anything of it. Becka was wearing red pantyhose, which stood out with her all black outfit, but she always liked to stand out. Sara was wearing black nylons, Amy white and Jeannie pink.

“Why is that?” I asked, curious.

“Oh, that is a surprise,” Becka coed, handing me a package of beige pantyhose.

“I’m not wearing these,” I said.

Sara said, “You can’t go in there without nylons on.”

“That’s the strangest club ever,” I pointed out.

“You don’t know the half of it,” Amy agreed.

“If I’m going, I’m wearing thigh highs,” I countered, “I have a pair somewhere in my dresser.”

“What colour?” Becka asked.

“Black,” I answered. “Why does that matter?”

“Trust me, it does,” Jeannie said.

“Girls, what is going on?” I asked.

“Tonight, we are in charge,” Becka said, pushing me to the couch. “Now just do as you’re told.”

“Fine,” I said, “I’ll be your fucking Barbie doll.”

I sat there as Becka put the pantyhose on me while saying, “I hope this club is worth it.”

Sara promised, “It will change your life.”

Jeannie added, “Yes, you are in for a big surprise,” stressing the word ‘big’.

Amy quipped, “You will see things you have never seen before.”

Becka ordered, “Stand up.”

I did and she pulled the pantyhose up and over my ass.

She joked, “I bet you have never even had a good pussy lapping, have you?”

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