Stripped Senseless
By
Yvonne Leishman
Copyright
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are the products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and coincidental. Any resemblance between persons living and dead, establishments, events, or location is entirely coincidental.
Copyright © 2012 Yvonne Leishman.
Dedication
I am dedicating this book to my very good Aussie friends, D and Christa. You all know who you are. I love you all, you were my inspiration and gave me no ends to the amount of material I could use. You are all beautiful inside and out and deserve the best of everything. You gave me the push to do this and I will forever love you all for it.
Chapter 1
We are all huddled together in the loud and raunchy bar all awaiting the arrival of Marlee’s surprise. It was Marlee’s hen night and she was wired to the moon, dressed in only a black tank top and a pink tutu with killer fuck me pink heels on. This would be a night to remember. This group of girls had been friends since forever, all twenty seven year olds sharing the highs and lows of life. I was so very proud of Marlee for taking that huge step with Mark Smith, the rock of her life. I wasn’t totally fooled however, Mark had his work cut out with Marlee, the ex-escort, and she was still as wild as ever. Yes this would be a night to remember!
We were all throwing the drinks back; we all loved a bit of sex on the beach, come on who didn’t! There was not one of us who wasn’t drunk on the verge of insanity.
“Marlee, you okay there doll?” I ask loudly over the thump, thump of the bass music of the bar.
“Tania, I am fucking delirious. I cannot wait to see Mark tomorrow and fuck his brains out!” Yes that’s our Marlee amped for anything and the most insatiable sex monster living.
The music then stopped dead and all was silent except for the incessant giggling of our group. In walked 4 police-officers donning the full uniform. Hell yes we managed to get the hottest men alive for the job. Even with their clothes on you could tell they were ripped to the extreme. Fucking Delicious. The officer in charge approached our group with a very stern look emulating his face. He certainly wasn’t baby-faced but a hunk of a man with gorgeous features with soft brown hair spiked beautifully. He gazed at us all in turn, and by god I am sure that my panties just combusted just looking at this god of a man. Okay so I was drunk but I wasn’t totally oblivious to his extreme good looks and piercing blue eyes. I am no prude myself so I found myself thinking about what he would be like as a lover. Would he have a big cock and a strong body? Hell what am I doing?
“Excuse me ladies can I ask if you have a reason to be dressed like that?” He spoke to no-one in particular but for some reason kept glancing at me. The bar was still full but all occupants of the bar were staring at us.
“Sorry officer, but it is my hen night and we are celebrating my last night as a free woman,” Marlee mutters to the hot cop. “Well in that case I think you are wearing too many clothes.” We all erupt into a fit of screaming and the music starts up again a thumping sexy beat to dance to. Fuck just the way he said that made me want to rip every last shred of clothing I have on and launch myself onto his lap. What a sexy man beast he is!
The three sexy cops slowly strip, releasing each button of their shirt’s with slow deliberate moves. It is the lead cop, the one with the sexy voice that has totally captured my attention. I cannot take my eyes off him and I am totally oblivious to everyone else in the room. He slides his shirt off and I get my first glimpse of his muscles, god what I wouldn’t do to run my hands and tongue all over it. His arm is tattooed in a sleeve and it is so damn sexy. I have always had this attraction to men with tattoos but this is taking it to another level. The Tats are sculpted to his muscles perfectly; it’s taking all of my self-control not to drool just looking at him. He has now taken his belt off of his slacks and he has now pulled them off leaving a very sexy white thong on him. And Christ almighty he is so well endowed, the thong is barely keeping the beast at bay. Oh my god just the sight of him is enough to make me moan to myself. Yes I need a damn cold shower. Just as I am having these thoughts he eyes me sexily and I quickly divert my eyes to the other strippers. They are nothing compared to him, the Adonis that he is. He hands the baby oil to Marlee and she has the very envious job of rubbing it in to him while he and his fellow strippers are grinding into Marlee. Marlee then edges very close to the hot sexy cop and whispers something in his ear. Exchanged looks are passed between the two and then towards me. What the fuck are they talking about?
The cop strides over to me and eyes me so sexily I am starting to get all hot and flustered again. If he doesn’t stop looking at me like that I am going to combust on my freaking seat. He bends down and places his strong, large hands on my thighs and whispers in my ear.
“I cannot take my eyes off you, you sexy matron of honor. I can also tell you are burning hot for me.” Holy shit how the hell can he tell this by just looking at me? How am I giving myself away? I really want to fuck him but I am not telling him that!
“Erm no not at all, it’s just a little hot in here.” This is the only excuse I can come up with but I know for a fact he can tell I am aroused by looking at my pink cheeks. I can tell my panties are a little wet for him. He smiles knowingly and starts dancing for me, and my breathing hitches and my heart is thumping an irregular rhythm. Yes Marlee the little minx has planned this. He hands me the baby oil and I start rubbing him slowly and fuck if it’s not turning me on something rotten. His pecs are rock solid, his abs are just a dream and that tattooed sleeve, he is just perfection wrapped up and grinding on my damn leg. We have now found ourselves staring into each other’s eyes as if trying to convey some deep feeling or meaning to this encounter. If I didn’t know better I would say he wanted to fuck me too. My reverie is broken as Helen shouts out to us all.
“Babes I just bought a bottle of Heineken and know an awesome party trick you will all just love!!!!!”
God Helen, the girl with zero inhibitions of the group, meant in the nicest possible way of course. It is meant as an endearment and she just loves it so much she plays it to the maximum advantage. Helen is a stunning, well-educated woman who now works as a defence attorney and by god she does it well. She has numerous high profile cases behind her and a damn good winning streak when it comes to performing in court. She makes us all laugh with her naughty party tricks and the way she ensnares men. We know from previous experience she has more than enough notches scratched into her queen sized bed post. Our lunch dates have been constantly about Helen’s recent victim and how much she was able to come. More importantly she loves comparing notes on length and girth. Christ if going by Helen’s well documented notes on the male manhood then I have been doing it all wrong, and she apparently has no gag reflex and happily swallows whatever is put her way!
All the girls walk over to the bar to where Helen is standing in her altered hen night attire, a skirt that is more like a belt if I’m honest and her black tank top has been made into a very revealing crop top that makes her large tits basically hang out. Naturally she is surrounded by hoards of admiring men no doubt hoping to cop a feel. She has the Heineken sitting on the bar top, draining the beer out of it slowly and dare I say seductively. I glance around the bar and can see a few of the men adjusting themselves in their pants as her lips suck around the beer bottle.
She finally drains the contents of the beer and gently places it on the bar top. I am actually dreading to think what Helen’s new party trick is, the last one was interesting to say the l
east, what that girl can do with a butt plug is beyond me.
Helen starts speaking softly to her audience.
“Well guys and girls I bet you can’t wait to see what I have up my sleeve for my next trick.” An empty beer bottle, Christ knows. “I am going to sit over in that corner and everyone can come watch.”
Watch? Why does she say that like we are going to get a kick out of it? She sits in the plush chair and while the bar man goes to the back room she rolls up her non-existent skirt and by god she is panty-less. This woman of ours really has no inhibitions at all! The guys are all groaning around me and they all adjust themselves unmercifully, oh lord they must be in agony just now. Me and the other girls roll our eyes; this is Helen at her best. She takes the bottle of Heineken and gently licks the mouth of the beer bottle and slowly circles her clit no doubt to get herself wet. We are all part of the Helen Tate sex show, she slowly enters the beer into her vagina, and slowly circles it around and around no doubt getting it into a comfortable position. She starts to moan loudly almost in unison with the guys at the side of me. Jesus Christ this woman has no shame at all but I can’t help laughing, she is freaking hilarious. She has the bottle almost the whole way in.
“Fuck, it’s the first time I have had something green in me, do ya think this is what it feels like to fuck an alien?” We all burst out laughing. Yes that’s Helen’s sense of humour all right.
I happen to turn around and look into the back corner of the bar and spot the three strippers getting ready to head off and I lock eyes with that sexual cop. He smiles slightly, but it’s his eyes that say more to me than his smile. Yes I am definitely attracted to him. Wait, attraction seems too tame a word for what I feel; I want to fuck him into next week. The three strippers head out of the door as I hear the eruption of laughter back at where Helen is. I turn around and a guy is lying on the floor in agony and I ask Helen what happened.
“Well I was in the throes of pleasure with the bottle neck deep and I had the sudden urge to let out a lady fart and the bottle catapulted out of me into the guys leg!”
“Oh….My…..God” I say in gasps of breath, I cannot stop laughing. I knew this would be a night to remember!
Chapter 2
I wake up the next morning and by fuck, I have the worst hangover known to man, it seems I also went to bed with last night’s clothes on also. What a tramp. I ease myself out of bed and head to the bathroom to inspect the damage. God I wished I hadn’t of bothered, make-up streamed all over my face and hair in every direction apart from the direction its meant to be in. I strip last night’s clothes off and head into the shower rinsing the feeling of roughness away. It is then I stop and think about that sexy hunk of a man that has me all tangled up. The sexual tension between us could of powered the whole of America last night, not only did I feel it but he did too. The way he looked at me, the way I touched him and how his muscles felt under my touch. He was rock solid, strong and powerful and I wanted his lean-ness on top of me, controlling me to the point of earth shattering orgasm.
I step back out of the shower and wrap a huge fluffy towel around me. Just thinking about the mystery man has me in a tangle once again and can feel my arousal starting to peak once more. My cheeks are heated and my arousal is starting to drip down my legs, oh hell. I head back to my bedroom and open up the bedside drawer and pull out my old faithful BOB. This is the only thing that will satisfy me as I know I am not likely to run into big, dark and dangerous again, unfortunately. My humungous purple vibrator always hits the spot it never fails to give me pleasure, though there is nothing quite like the feel of a big hot cock inside you. I insert it inch by inch absorbing every throbbing beat of pleasure it brings. I position it so as the rabbit part of the toy is positioned right on my clit and have the cock end buried deep inside me. It doesn’t take me long to feel the warmth radiating inside of me. I picture the Adonis over me imagining that it is his cock probing me, balls deep. It is with this picture I come, a toe clenching orgasm that sends tingles all over my body and I fall into a state of pure relaxation.
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I am sitting at my kitchen island nursing a now cold cup of coffee thinking about last night’s job. I knew it was bound to be a riotous evening with it being a booking for a bunch of horny hens, but just how horny they were was a shock even to me. I suppose you could call me a man whore, his job brought him endless opportunities to get laid. He didn’t have a big head or anything but damn he knew he looked good and worked damn hard to look that way.
The bride-to-be in his opinion was nothing special but the matron of honor, Tania was something extraordinary. Her long brunette locks, her piercing green eyes and her milky skin were shouting volumes at him. He could go out into the street right now and find someone to bed at the click of a finger. Yet why was this beautiful young woman making him want things he has never wanted before.
The hen party was a riot as predicted, one of the hens performing party tricks by inserting beer bottles up her vag. They were by far the horniest group of females he had ever come across and god he had met a fair few. Christ now he could feel himself getting hard thinking about Tania and the way that she massaged the baby oil into his hard muscles. The whole time he was being massaged he had a semi at the feel of her hands. It wasn’t the only thing that he was imagining. What would it feel like to have his hard cock plunging into her sweety goodness and what it would feel like to feel her come and milk him?
A woman had never got under his skin like this, maybe due to the fact that she wasn’t the shy type but a firecracker that would challenge even him in bed. I had only very recently started getting into very kinky sex and had no doubt in his mind that she would most likely be willing to try that also. Christ why was he even thinking this way, he probably would never even see her again. Yet if he really wanted to he had the power to, he had one of the girl’s phone numbers in his work diary when they had placed the booking.
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Tania woke up with a bolt, she was disorientated and for a minute a she had no idea where she was. Her phone started ringing loudly somewhere near to her bed. She dug around and found it nestled in between the mattress and the bed frame. Christ how fucked up did she get last night?
“Hello” I answered the call breathless as I picked myself up off the floor after falling trying to answer the goddamed call.
“Well babes what did you think of last night? Fuck I am so fucking rough! Oh my god where did you get those cops, fucking smoking aint the word girlfriend!” I think someone approves of her strippers a little bit more than she should since she is getting married fairly soon.
“Yes love it was phenomenal but we knew it would be. I am so sorry to say this about your stripper, but that lead stripper was fucking hot. I seriously want to fuck his brains straight out of his head. Does that make me a whore?” I ask her with far too much enthusiasm. God at this rate I will need to relieve myself again. Just the talking about the man wants me to internally combust.
“Hell yes it makes you a whore, but as we all know we are a group of insane whores. What’s more you fucking love it!!” Well that answers my question. “Anyway gorgeous I was phoning to ask you if you want to do lunch today with me and the girls, we have so much we need to discuss. Oh and that includes you wanting to fuck the godly stripper, just wait till Helen gets wind of this!” Oh I can hardly wait. I am going to be pounced on and my desires will be subjected to psychological evaluation.
Chapter 3
Great, so what has last night now taught me? Maybe I don’t have to live like I have been doing, maybe I could let my fuck buddy go until I found out if I can go down this other path. Would that male stripper go for that? Was he even interested? We definitely had something, what it was though may be worth investigating.
My fuck buddy Pierce has been a rather useful distraction of late, he is not the most drop dead gorgeous male on the planet but he can give a good orgasm and he doesn’t linger. We have vanilla sex but we have both been
getting interested in the BDSM scene recently. I find the whole scene rather exhilarating.
I think the whole David situation has numerous benefits and must be looked into further. He could prove to be a very sexy acquisition. Just the thought of his large hands roaming over my body leaves me in a state of arousal.
I put on my harlot red dress that accentuates my breasts to the fullest and complement it by applying harlot red nail varnish and lipstick. I am very much looking forward to lunch and cocktails with my girls. Sue, is the outlandish one with a very strange sex life. She doesn’t like to just sleep with one man at a time but two. She really does crack me up something rotten, giving us details of her ménages trois sessions. Diane, the sweetheart of the group. She really is like a mother hen that looks out for us all no matter what.
Diane is the one that loves to have open interviews for her sex life partners. She freely asks them to whip out the goods to assess length and girth before contemplating his worth as a partner.
Catherine. Ah Catherine just loves a good spanking the harder the better. Yes Catherine always did say she loved a good punishment fuck, apparently it leads to a more explosive orgasm. She also says she just fucking loves a nipple orgasm, yet I still have not experienced this enigma.
The wild one of the group is Helen. She has absolutely no inhibitions, she will put her vagina on display for everyone to see, and boy we just love her for it. She is herself; she won’t change for anyone. Her party tricks keep our conversations going for hours. She is the one in the group who is the exhibitionist and loves sex outdoors. It was only last year she was arrested for indecent exposure; it had us in kinks for months, her being arrested whilst her knickers were around her ankles.
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