Patsy Spies on a Bachelor Party

I couldn't help but roll my eyes at his crude enthusiasm while maintaining a facade of sultry confidence.

My hesitation was gone for now, replaced by a strange mix of adrenaline and pride. As the room erupted in cheers and applause, I knew there was no turning back. I took a deep breath, embracing the boldness that had taken hold of me while deep down, all I wanted was to retreat into anonymity -- away from these gazes that reduced me to nothing more than a sexual object for their amusement.

With a seductive sway of my hips, I slowly slipped off my panties and stepped out of them. The air felt electric against my bare skin as I stood naked in high heels in front of a crowd of excited strangers.

I scanned the room, unsure of what to do next. My mind raced with thoughts of how to maintain this facade and keep up the performance. The room buzzed with anticipation as they ogled me, their eyes devouring every inch of my exposed body.

As flashes from countless cameras filled the room, with a nervous giggle, I decided to strike a pose. Pushing out my tits, arching my back just enough to accentuate the curve of my ass, I reveled in the attention showered upon me. These men were captivated by this middle-aged woman who dared to bare it all for their entertainment.

When a man handed me a vibrator, a blush crept up my cheeks. My embarrassment mixed with a strange sense of arousal as I nervously posed with the toy in hand.

As their cheers grew louder and more insistent, urging me on for more explicit acts, doubt began gnawing at the edges of my mind once again. Was this really what Grace had intended when she asked me to spy on her fiance? To become nothing more than an object for these strangers' pleasure?

But she had asked and I had accepted and I had to go through with it.

I took a deep breath, pushing aside my reservations once again. I decided to play along with their outrageous requests. They were hungry for more, and I was about to give them exactly what they wanted.

Nervously at first, I began incorporating the vibrator into my performance. The vibrations against my skin sent waves of pleasure through my body, heightening both my excitement and trepidation. Each pose became more explicit than the last, pushing the boundaries of what I thought I was capable of.

The room erupted in cheers and catcalls as they urged me on for even more daring acts. Their demands grew bolder as inhibitions were shed like discarded clothing. And amidst it all, something unexpected happened - the masturbation started making me genuinely aroused.

A mix of shame and exhilaration coursed through me as desire fueled each movement. I found myself showing off even more willingly now - doing anything they asked without hesitation or reluctance. It was a surreal experience - being watched by so many strangers while embracing this newfound liberation within myself.

I wasn't just pretending to be a stripper tonight; I had become one in every sense of the word.

The room buzzed with anticipation as they snapped photos, capturing my every obscene act. I realized that these photos would inevitably end up on the internet, forever accessible to anyone who stumbled upon them. I was just glad they did not know my real name to tag them with. Let everyone think Patty Garrett was a slut.

The crowd parted and a man my age was brought forward. I paused in mid pose, the vibrator deep in my pussy.

"Patty, this here is the bachelor. Treat him right."

It was Andrew, Grace's fiance. My heart stopped for a second, but he gave no sign of recognition and I hoped my slutty makeup had fooled him.

The men around us egged me on, their voices filled with lustful anticipation. "Patty, give him a blow job for $100!" one shouted, followed by a chorus of cheers and laughter.

It was at that moment that it hit me - a real stripper would want the money and do it without thinking twice.

I hesitated for just a moment, my mind racing with conflicting thoughts. But to keep up this charade that Grace had unknowingly thrust upon me, I needed to do it.

Reluctantly I accepted my fate. I knew that tonight, in this fancy hotel room surrounded by these men eager for release, I would become the whore that I looked like.

I dropped to my knees in front of Andrew. The room erupted into cheers and applause as they watched, waiting for the show to begin.

My hand trembled as it reached for his belt buckle while the crowd erupted into raucous applause and crude remarks. I undid his pants and pulled them down with his underwear.

I took him in my mouth slowly at first, savoring the taste of his arousal mingling with saliva. His hands tangled in my hair as he moaned in pleasure above me.

I was proud of my blow jobs - it was a skill I had perfected over the years, and my husband loved them. As I continued to suck Andrew's cock, my expert mouth worked its magic. Andrew's moans grew louder and his hips bucked uncontrollably.

Just as he was about to reach his climax, he suddenly pulled out of my mouth. Hot spurts of cum shot across my face. The room erupted into cheers.

I closed my eyes tightly against the humiliation but accepted it as part of the role I had chosen to play tonight. If they wanted whore, then they were going to get one!

I stayed on my knees, naked and vulnerable, cum dripping down my face. The room was filled with a mix of anticipation and lust as I announced the price for more blow jobs.

"Alright, gentlemen," I said, my voice trembling. "It's gonna be $200 for each blowjob."

I couldn't believe the words had come out of my mouth. Part of me was proud of my ability to pretend to be a whore. Part of me hoped that the high price would deter them from wanting one, but to my surprise, a line quickly formed. Men with their hard cocks out and cash in their hands.

One by one, the men stepped forward. They were eager and ready for what they had paid for - my expert mouth wrapped around their shafts.

I was determined to give each man the best blow job he had ever experienced. After all - they had paid for it. Fortunately, I like doing it, and I love the taste of cum!

I took each cock into my mouth and my lips and tongue worked tirelessly along their lengths as moans filled the air and obscenities spilled from their mouths. They didn't hold back either - spraying hot spurts of cum across my face, hair, and tits.

I wasn't just a stripper now, but also a whore willing who catered to men's desires without question or complaint.

The line seemed never-ending as more men stepped forward, eagerly awaiting their turn. And despite any lingering hesitation or reluctance within me, I pushed through it all because this was what they wanted - what they had paid for. And I was doing this for my friend Grace.

So there I remained on my knees like a true whore, pleasuring these men until they were spent.

At that point, I thought I was done. But just as I exhaled in relief, the men started lining up again. To my surprise, their cocks were hard once more. These were young men who had plenty of stamina. They weren't satisfied with just one round; they wanted more.

Then they asked a question that caught me off guard.

"How much to fuck you?" one of them asked, his voice filled with anticipation.

My heart raced and I hesitated for a moment, not wanting to go further but wanting to maintain my disguise as a whore. I decided to set the price outrageously high. "Hmm," I said nervously, "it's gonna be $500."

The room erupted in excitement and laughter at my response. The next question made me even more nervous.

"Is that for your pussy or your ass?" another man shouted from the crowd.

My mind raced as I considered my options, realizing that this decision would shape the course of this depraved evening. With an uneasy gulp, I replied, "The $500 is for my pussy, but it's gonna cost you $1000 if you want to fuck my ass."

It wasn't an amount that rolled off my tongue easily; it felt outrageous. But instead of being deterred by the price tag, the men cheered and held out their wads of cash again. I couldn't help but be amazed by their willingness to pay so much for a mature woman like myself.

A part of me felt proud that they found me so desirable, while another part of me was humiliated by my selling my body as a whore. But there was no turning back now. I had made the decision to go undercover as Patty Garrett - the stripper spy who would do whatever it took to uncover the truth about Grace's fiance. And so, with newfound resolve mixed with lingering hesitation and reluctance deep within me, I prepared myself mentally for what was about to come next.

The first man in line stepped forward, his cock already rock hard. My heart raced as he laid me back on an ottoman and positioned himself between my legs. I braced myself as he pushed his cock into my wet pussy.

His thrusts were relentless, pounding into me with an intensity that left me breathless. Each thrust sent shockwaves of ecstasy coursing through every fiber of my being. My pussy clenched around his cock, desperate for more.

As one man pounded into me relentlessly, another took position in front of me. I took his throbbing cock into my mouth without hesitation. I started to suck greedily while being fucked mercilessly from behind.

But it didn't end there. A third man approached from behind, his hands gripping my hips as he lined up his thick cock with my tight asshole. I winced at the initial pain and a gasp escaped my lips as he filled me completely, stretching me to my limits. A moan escaped my lips as I surrendered to the mixture of pain and pleasure that surged through my body.

Their hands roamed freely across my body, gripping my hips, squeezing my breasts and pulling my hair. I realized that this was what I had become - a vessel for their pleasure. I closed my eyes tightly against the overwhelming sensations that washed over me - pleasure mingled with pain, desire mixed with shame. Each thrust brought us closer to a climax until finally, one by one, they pulled out of my holes and sprayed cum all over my body.

I lay there, panting and covered in their sticky release, feeling a mixture of satisfaction and shame wash over me. This wasn't how I had envisioned my life turning out - pretending to be a whore for the sake of a friend.

But damn it, I was so close to an orgasm. It had been building within me like a ticking time bomb, ready to explode with pleasure. With a shy smile plastered on my face, I called out for more men to fuck me.

Without missing a beat, another man stepped forward. I was disappointed when he plunged his cock into my asshole. I begged for a cock in my pussy and another man volunteered. Then there was a cock in my mouth and I could talk no more.

The gangbang continued - one after another - each man claiming his turn to ravage my willing body. My body had become a playground for their desires, and mine. Cocks filled my every orifice; my mouth sucking greedily on swollen cocks while others pounded into me relentlessly. The room echoed with grunts mixing with moans until it all blurred together into a symphony of debauched pleasure.

They sprayed cum all over my body. Hot streams landing on my face, breasts, stomach - marking me as theirs in this debauched display. And deep down inside, a part of me relished being their willing plaything.

Orgasm after orgasm ripped through me - waves crashing over the shore of pleasure again and again until I lost count of time itself. As they pounded away at me with unrestrained enthusiasm, the hours seemed to blur together in a haze of raw desire and primal need.

At last, I had satisfied every man completely with my body and the gangbang came to an end.

My body dripped with cum from head to toe. In order to see through the mess on my face, I wiped away the cum from my eyes and licked it off my fingers. I now saw men taking photos and filming my escapades. I knew those photos would end up on the internet - forever immortalizing this moment of degradation that I had willingly subjected myself to.

But I was proud that I had fooled them all into thinking I was a whore. I knew Trixie and Grace would be proud of me.

And the taste of their cum was like an addictive elixir and I wanted more. As I said, I love the taste of cum. The room erupted in cheers as they watched me wipe cum off of my body and lick it off my fingers.

Overwhelmed by their enthusiasm, a mischievous idea sparked within me. With a seductive smile plastered on my face, I held up my breasts and licked cum off each nipple provocatively. The men went wild, their cheers growing louder as they witnessed my display. For once, I loved being the center of attention, basking in their adoration.

But deep down inside, part of me wondered how far I was willing to go for the sake of this investigation. How much more degradation could I endure?

But then again, who was I kidding? This was what needed to be done to uncover the truth about Grace's fiance - even if it meant subjecting myself to these degrading acts time and time again.

With a renewed purpose, I posed in the sluttiest positions imaginable - arching my back, pushing out my chest, my body glistening with sweat and cum.

The men eagerly clicked away on their cameras or cellphones, capturing every inch of my exposed flesh. I spread my legs wide open with cum dripping down my thighs and an impish grin plastered on my face - I knew no pose was too scandalous for a whore.

When the cheering died down, I felt guilty and embarrassed that I could no longer hold their attention. I should have been glad it was over, but I was caught up in the moment and my role and addicted to the attention.

"Watch this," I called out in my most seductive voice.

The room was filled with a mixture of excitement and anticipation as I reached for the table nearby. Grabbing a couple of dildos, I held them up for everyone to see. The crowd erupted into cheers and whistles as they anticipated what would come next.

Without hesitation, I inserted one dildo into my dripping wet pussy while using another to tease my tight asshole. The sensation sent shivers down my spine as pleasure coursed through every fiber of my being.

I fucked myself with abandon, losing myself in the moment. The men cheered even louder at this display of self-indulgence - reveling in the sight of a whore who knew exactly what she wanted.

Their cameras clicked rapidly, capturing each thrust and moan from different angles. They were documenting every dirty detail.

As orgasm approached like an unstoppable force within me, I could feel myself teetering on the edge. But just before I came, one of the men called out "It's almost time to go home."

My mind a haze of lust on the brink of orgasm, I looked at him, puzzled by his words. Home? Wasn't this my home now? The world of undercover investigation had taken me into uncharted territory - a realm where I had willingly embraced my inner whore. But reality came crashing back in like an unwelcome guest crashing a party. Like a housewife at a bachelor party, I thought.

As I stood there trembling with lust, on the verge of an orgasm I desperately wanted, my body covered in cum and sweat, the men began to dress themselves. It felt strange, seeing them clothed after witnessing their naked hunger just moments ago. The room that was once filled with moans and groans now echoed with the sound of zippers being pulled up and buttons being fastened. I watched as they transformed from ravenous beasts back into regular men, hiding their desires beneath layers of fabric.

I wanted to finish myself off with the vibrator but it felt wrong now. I was no longer a stripper, no longer a whore. The party was over.

But before I could fully process this shift in atmosphere, a man taking photos approached me. He had been capturing every dirty detail throughout the evening, documenting our debauchery for eternity.

"Sweetheart, you were amazing tonight. Truly the best whore I've ever had."

A mix of pride and humiliation washed over me all at once. It was both thrilling and disconcerting to be praised for something so taboo.

"I. Thank you," I mumbled awkwardly, unsure how else to respond.

"Hey," he said with a grin on his face, "how about we take some pictures together? You know, to remember this unforgettable night."

I hesitated for a moment, unsure if it was such a good idea. But then again, what harm could come from posing for more photos while naked and dripping with cum? At least I wouldn't be getting fucked in these photos.

As he held up his camera, I tried to summon my inner seductress once again. I arched my back provocatively while biting my lip suggestively - all the classic moves. His camera clicked repeatedly as we posed together amidst the mundane dressing and tidying up that surrounded us.

Then other men waited in line, eager to have their moment with me. I hesitated, feeling a mix of reluctance and exhaustion. But who was I to deny them the opportunity to capture this unforgettable night? Reluctantly, I stepped next to each man as they wrapped their arms around my cum-covered body. I made sure to put a smile on my face, even though, deep down, I felt a twinge of guilt knowing that these photos would forever immortalize this depraved side of me.

As I posed naked and covered in cum next to man after man, a clever plan formed in my mind. What better evidence against Andrew than to get a photo together? But not just any photo - one that would expose his true nature.

"Hey bachelor," I said in my best seductive voice. "How about I take a selfie with the man of the night?"

I positioned myself next to him, ensuring that our bodies were close enough for it to seem intimate but not too obvious. My heart raced with anticipation as I held up my phone and pressed the shutter button.

"Why don't you do something special for this picture?" I hoped my voice dripped with seduction.

I guided his hand towards my glistening pussy. He knew exactly what I meant. With deft fingers, he slid his hand between my legs and began fingering my pussy right there in front of everyone.

My breath hitched as pleasure surged through every inch of my being. It wasn't just about getting off anymore; it was about proving a point -- catching him red-handed while satisfying my own desires simultaneously.

Andrew's touch was skilled and deliberate -- he knew how to make me squirm with pleasure. His fingers sent waves of pleasure coursing through every inch of my body.

For a brief moment, jealousy flared within me as I thought about Grace experiencing this same level of ecstasy with him every night. But I quickly pushed those thoughts aside, focusing instead on the pleasure coursing through my body.

My moans grew louder, filling the room as Andrew fingered me to orgasm - my most powerful one yet. My legs trembled beneath me, threatening to give way as waves of ecstasy washed over me.

I clung onto him for support, my nails digging into his arm as I fought to maintain some semblance of control. The cheers from the other men echoed in my ears. At that moment, I felt like a true whore - satisfying their every whim while indulging in my own carnal desires.

As the last tremors of pleasure subsided, leaving me panting and spent, I felt a wave of embarrassment wash over me once again. Why did these things somehow keep happening to me?

And yet as I stood there covered in cum and sweat, having just orgasmed in front of an audience, there was no time for self-reflection or doubt; it was time to gather the evidence against Andrew.

I held up my phone. "Smile," I said.

I took several selfies of us together. We stood side by side. I was naked except for my stilettos and the glaze of cum covering my body. He was dressed immaculately with his fingers buried in my pussy.