Moon Probed at Hen Party Part 1

I was really fanatical about keeping my bum clean and sort of ready. I would give myself an enema each morning after going to the toilet and applied skin cream to my bum cheeks to keep them nice and soft. I had some other cream too that I used to put up my boy cunt. Then when I walked around in the nude I could feel my bum cheeks slide against each other. It would give me a really slippery slimy sexy feeling between my thighs.

Any way I was over eighteen when they did these things to me. I mention that because this story is not about any sexual relations I might have had when underage.

So I was working as bar tender in the local hotel in the evenings while going to college during the days. It was my first job after leaving school. It brought in some money and kept me busy. It kept my mind off sex too; I mean sex with yourself is really not well, excuse the pun, very fulfilling is it? Anyway I particularly did not want to mess up and get fired or anything like that for any sort of 'impropriety'. Somehow I got thinking I was quite safe from anything like that. I just wanted to do the job as well as I could and get a good reference from the manager.

And until then it had just been an ordinary sort of day. The under-manager had asked if I would like to cover for a private party that evening in the function room. That was all I knew so I agreed as it would mean a bit of extra money.

To begin with nothing much happened but then around about 9.30 they all started arriving in groups. It was one of those 'Oh shit!' moments. It was quite plain to see this was going to be a hen party and the girls were mostly ex-classmates of mine from school.

"Hey girls we've got our pretty boy on the bar, this is going to be fun" one of them giggled as she came over with a group of half a dozen others. They had clearly had a few drinks before coming.

I was soon overwhelmed with orders for drinks and Sally, who was always bossy and forward by nature, had come uninvited to assist me behind the bar. She seemed to know the names of all the cocktails girls like. That was enough in itself to make me feel inadequate.