My blue eyes blinked awake as the morning sun streamed through the window. I smiled somehow already knowing it was going to be a good day. My sheets were wrapped around my tall, five-foot-ten slender naked body. My pussy tingled and was drenched. What had I been dreaming? My mind immediately wandered, imagining the possibilities for this beautiful Oktoberfest Saturday. My long fingers naturally homed their way to the familiar soft folds between my legs. My imagination’s fantasies paled compared to what would happen in the hours ahead.
My friend Jen asked me to work an Oktoberfest event to help out. There would be lots of guys, lots of tips, and lots of beer. That sounds like a great Saturday, especially with as horny as I felt. I jumped in the shower and made good use of my favorite toy, my handheld pulsating shower head. Fuck, it felt good. Rather than settling me down, it made me needier. My horniness intensified when I put on my sexy new Oktoberfest dirndl dress. It was a classic blue with white dotted floral accents and red lace up the bodice. The white ruffled off-the-shoulder sleeves and trim made it extra sexy. I put on the red apron with a red and white striped tie in a bow to match my red heels. Of course, I didn’t wear a bra and only wore my tiniest matching red thong underneath. I looked like the perfect Dutch Bavarian slut wench.
The festivities started early as every good Oktoberfest should. The outdoor venue was transformed into a mini-Munich Hofbrau. It was open with hay spread across the party area. Crowds grew quickly. German beers flowed in the Biergarten like the Danube in Spring. The polka music was loud and the dancing was fun. In addition to the beers, we served up a full German menu of brats, Bavarian soft pretzels, sauerbraten, sauerkraut, sausages, schnitzel with dampfnudel and apple strudel for desserts.
As time passed, the party got rowdier and games more fun. Men were coaxed into classic masskrugstemmen, log sawing, and keg rolling competitions. I got in on the beer stein races with other bar maidens. I was certain my long legs gave me an edge. The goal was to cross the finish line first with the most beer still in the steins. The beer sloshed from the steins I was carrying and the girls racing next to me. We were drenched and loved it.
It was a fun day serving up laughs, beer, and flirting. The constant hungry stares from men and women undressing me with their eyes moistened my inner thighs. I encouraged it with my playful teasing, finding ways to offer glimpses of my tits, ass, and long-toned legs as I delivered beers. I know how to get good tips. The raucousness of the party grew with every hour. By early evening the crowd swelled. Many were drunk and having a great time. Stares turned handsy. Rather than pulling away, I’d lean in with a smile and wink.
That was when a group of seven cute guys showed up, all in their late twenties to early thirties. As horny as I felt, I was quick to be the first server and claim them as my customers. Seeing how cute they were, other servers were happy to help, including my friend Jen. I knew things were going to get even more fun learning the men were using the Oktoberfest event as the beginning of their bachelor party. Jacob, the best man was six-foot-two with sandy brown hair. His best friend, Tyler, the groom was similar height, with brown hair, blue eyes, with a broad smile. They were both fit in a down-to-earth way. Jacob arranged for them all to wear lederhosen. They looked hot. We immediately hit it off.
Needless to say, serving beers to the guys at the bachelor party was constant. So were their flirtatious compliments. The boys got in on the ax-throwing and log-sawing Oktoberfest games, showing off for us as much as proving themselves to each other. The more beers they drank, the bolder they became with the games and flirting. I loved it.
The bachelor party made the last few hours of the Oktoberfest go very quickly. As the festival was dying down, they were ramping up. The men were just getting started. Jacob seized the opportunity, inviting me and the girls to join them at their hotel to continue the party. Jen and I immediately said yes. A few of the other girls jumped in too. We looked like a German delegation walking into the hotel together, with all the guys wearing lederhosen and us girls still in dirndl dresses.
The party started in Jacob and Tyler’s corner suite on the hotel's top floor with an expansive night view of the city below. It had a full bar, kitchenette, living room, balcony, and a spacious king bedroom with a jacuzzi. Jacob turned the music up. We all danced, drank, and partied over the next few hours like old friends. One by one, the girls peeled off with the other guys, going to their rooms, until it was only Jen, Michael, Tyler, Jacob, and me. Jen and Michael had been flirting heavily since getting there.
“I’m going to head to my room and go to bed,” Michael announced, holding Jen’s hand like a claimed prize.
Jen smiled at me. Her seductive look said it all.
“Have fun,” I said while sitting alone in the center of the plush couch. Tyler sat in a chair across from me. Jacob stood by the bar holding a newly opened bottle of champagne.
“You okay?” Jen asked as Michael moved toward the door with her in tow.
I looked at Tyler and over at Jacob. They each smiled at me. Although they had not been shy about flirting all night, they had been gentlemen. “Better than okay,” I answered with a wink.
The sexual tension in the suite skyrocketed the moment Michael and Jen closed the door, leaving me alone in the suite with these two men. My heart raced. My nipples tightened and pussy moistened under my dirndl.
“Another glass of champagne?” Jacob asked.
“I’d love some,” I said with a smile toward Tyler.
Tyler, the groom, stood up, walked across the room, and sat next to me on the couch. He boldly but naturally placed his large hand on my bare knee as he settled in. My leg opened slightly toward him instinctively without thinking. Jacob reached over the back of the couch with my flute of bubbling champagne. I knew he could see down the white ruffles of my off-the-shoulder dress.
“Thank you,” I said, immediately taking a sip. There was something natural and easy being with the two men as we drank our champagne. It felt comfortable like I had known them for years. Tyler began complimenting me with genuine flattering comments. I blushed. The feelings deep within me from the morning were secretly growing again with intensity. I felt sexy. As the bubbles ascended in the glass, my inhibitions lowered with each sip.
Tyler continued to flatter me as I emptied my glass. His hand slid down to my inner thigh. I didn’t move or resist his gradual advance. My body tingled with desire.
“May I have another?” I asked, holding my glass up.
Jacob reached over the back of the couch with the bottle, slowly filling my glass. Tyler’s hand continued up my thigh. Despite Jacob’s slow pour, champagne overflowed the flute, causing some to cascade onto my chest, sending it down my cleavage. “Damn, that’s hot,” Jacob moaned behind me. I smiled at the feel of it.
Tyler’s fingers rose to the wetness of arousal between my legs.
Jacob took a cue from Tyler’s progress and set the champagne bottle and his glass down. He moved behind me and reached over the back of the couch to offer a gentle massage of my shoulders with his strong hands. It felt so good.
At that moment, Tyler’s fingers ascended to reach the outer lips of my already-drenched pussy.
I moaned softly. My legs opened further.
“This kitten purrs,” Tyler said.
“What a sexy little fuck toy,” Jacob answered.
Jacob’s hands moved down from my shoulder to under the white ruffles of my dirndl. I could feel my nipples growing hard as thimbles. His hands caressed my tits, capturing my nipples between his thumbs and fingers.
I moaned again.
Tyler’s long muscular finger slowly slid between the folds of my wet pussy.
I gasped, helpless to their seduction with the champagne glass in my hand.
“Don’t you dare spill any of that champagne,” Jacob ordered.
My mouth went dry. My pussy was soaked. My lips gaped open from the growing arousal.
The two men worked in tandem, bringing me up slowly and purposefully. I was putty in their hands. The arousal climbed like a roller coaster gradually ascending toward the summit. Tyler’s finger circled my clit, swelling it to a sensitive pearl before burying two fingers deep into my pussy. My back arched. His fingers curled, perfectly finding my G-spot, rendering me helpless.
“Fuck yes,” I moaned.
“You like that, schlampe?” Tyler said, drawing from the little but most important parts of German he knew.“
“What a needy little whore,” Jacob mused with a glance toward Tyler. Jacob pulled his hands from under my dirndl briefly. He reached into the champagne bucket, retrieving some ice, returning to my warm tits.
Their dirty talk only intensified my arousal. I moaned loudly, feeling dizzier.
“She’s getting close,” Jacob observed.
“So damn sexy,” Tyler added
“Oh yes! I’m going to cum,” I confessed.
“Only when we say,” Tyler said. “Don’t you dare cum until I tell you,” he added.
“Yes, Sir,” I answered, my head spinning from the growing arousal. “It’s so close.”
The two men kept bringing me up toward climax, reading my body perfectly. Just when I would approach the point of no return, they backed off. My body convulsed. Each edge made me more desperate.
“Please!” I begged. My head spun with dizzying pleasure. My body tensed.
“Not yet,” Jacob said.
The champagne flute shook in my hand, spilling more champagne on my dress.
“You’re so good,” Tyler said, circling my clit again with his finger.
My breathing became rapid as the climax approached its peak again, this time even higher. My eyes closed.
Tyler’s voice broke the thundering silence just as he thrust his fingers deep into my cunt. “Cum now, slut.”
My body quaked. I screamed as the orgasm rocked my entire body with unbelievable force. The men continued to build on the arousal, one using my nipples, the other fucking my pussy with their fingers. My ass raised off the plush couch. Cum sprayed like a hydrant, catching them off guard.
“Fuck, she’s good,” Jacob said.
“I’m going to cum again,” I confessed. “Oh, god, I’m going to cum again.”
The men continued to caress me, reading me perfectly to bring me up again. They were focused on making me cum. The second climax washed over me like a giant wave.
I lay limp on the couch, completely spent. “Damn, gentlemen, that was amazing.”
“It’s only the start,” Tyler said.
“Use me,” I offered. “Make this the bachelor party of your best fantasies.”
Both men smiled at each other as if they just won the lottery. They had.
Tyler pulled my dirndl over my head, stripping me of all but my tiny thong and heels. He turned me around, positioning me on my knees on the couch, facing the back. They both lowered the suspender straps off their Lederhosen, pulled their shirts off, and lowered their pants. They looked so hot. Tyler moved in behind me, sliding his long, thick cock into my drenched pussy from behind. His left hand reached up and grasped my long blond hair while his right hand reached around my body to my sensitive pussy. Tyler slowly filled me with the length of his cock.
I gasped at the sheer pleasure of being packed with his strong shaft.
Jacob saw the hungry look on my face. He stepped forward, positioning his cock with its broad bulbous head right in front of my red-painted lips. I opened my mouth and hungrily took him in. It felt so good being used by both men. They both became more forceful with each thrust, one in my pussy and the other in my mouth. They got into a rhythm, gradually picking up the pace, savoring the moment shared between best friends – the groom and his best man. Tyler spanked my ass as his climax grew closer, Jacob spanking my tits.
