“God, I love your sexy curves,” he whispered in my ear.
Parting my thighs, I opened for him to slip himself into me. Just then, lightning struck and I solved the stripper issue with the only logical solution to my conundrum. Rob groaned in frustration when I slipped off and turned to face him, but this was too important to leave hanging.
“I’m going to do it.”
“Huh? What are you talking about?”
“The stripper job. There isn’t a stripper to be found anywhere. I have to do it.”
Even in the darkened bedroom I could see his eyes go big as dinner plates.
“Seriously?” Silence. “Honey, you don’t have to. Ian will understand.”
“I promised a stripper, and by God, he’s going to have one!”
“But… have you ever even done a proper strip tease?”
“Remember the salsa classes? A little refreshing and a some YouTube research, and I’m sure I can figure it out. Or don’t you think I can do it?”
“No no, I’m sure you could. Just that...”
“What?”
“Well, you’d be naked. In front of everyone.”
“That’s usually what stripping means, Rob.”
“Have you ever been to an actual bachelor party?”
“Of course not.” What is he getting at?
“The participants usually… um.” He wet his lips. “They usually have certain expectations of the stripper, if you know what I mean.”
That did give me reason to pause. “You mean with everyone?” While I suspected things sometimes got out of hand at these parties, I hadn’t thought they got quite that bad.
“Well, maybe not everyone. But the groom, at least.”
His member, which had retreated a bit, began to thicken again. Oh really? I wrapped my finger around his shaft and stroked, loving the feeling of him growing under my touch.
“And you like that idea, don’t you? Watching me mess around with Ian.”
“Well, I don’t know… maybe... um, how would you do it?”
Subtle. Real subtle. This was a side of Rob I hadn’t seen before. Lucky for him, I found the thought both intriguing and titillating.
“Well, let’s see. I slowly take off all my clothes, one flimsy article at a time, while everyone watches me.” Mentioning watching caused a noticeable swell, and he drew in a sharp breath.
“Then I walk over to the groom and grind myself against him. Maybe a lapdance, rubbing against whatever’s growing in his pants.” Another surge, and a slight moan. He was really getting into this, making small thrusts into my hand.
“I press my tits into his face so he can lick them.” Putting my hands behind Rob’s head and grabbing his short hair, I pulled his face toward my breasts to emphasize the point. Or two points. His tongue swiped over first one, then the other as I positioned him. “Mmm, that’s nice.”
“So, um… what about the other participants.”
What, the groom isn’t enough? I had to admit imagining myself at the center of attention, surrounded by horny guys, was really hot. Of course, it was totally out of the question in reality. What would they think of me?
Rob’s eyes were closed and he thrust harder into my hand. I hadn’t seen him this worked up in a long time, and his excitement was catching. I’d better get his dick in me before it was too late and I was left high and dry. Well, high and wet. Turning around, once again the little spoon, I positioned so he could push into me from behind. He wasted no time, slipping in with a single, deep stroke. We moaned together.
With one hand on my clit and the other reaching back to grab onto his ass, I continued my story. “As I grind against Ian, the others gather around us. Some are rubbing their crotches through their pants.” Rob groaned.
“I slide out of his lap to kneel between his legs and my hands begin to work his fly.” The thrusting in me intensified, and I knew he was getting close. “Fishing out his cock, I take it in my hand. I lean forward to kiss it. Someone fondles my tit. I feel a rough hand on my ass.”
“Oh God,” he hissed in my ear. He pounded into me, the sounds of flesh on flesh loud in the room. Rubbing myself faster, I tried to keep up. Just wait for me. Please!
“Taking Ian in my mouth, I suck him. The hand on my ass slides down until it sticks a finger deep into my soaking little cunt.” Wow. As Rob slammed his prick in and out of me, he wasn’t the only one getting close. Just a little more!
“I draw him in all the way to the root…”
Rob stiffened and groaned, bottomed out and spurted warm cum deep into my cunt. No, not yet! Giving him no time to linger, I rolled over onto my back, spread my legs wide and worked my clit furiously.
“Get down there!”
One might say a lot about Rob, but his willingness to please was second to none. Diving in, he buried his tongue in my cunt, not caring that he’d spent there only seconds before. Wide and strong, his tongue parted my lower lips, supplementing my fingers wonderfully.
I grabbed his hair, guiding him to just the right spots while my other hand worked overtime. The surge started right behind my bud and spread outwards. I arched my back, pressing my sloppy cunt into his face and smothering him as my thighs clenched around his head. Crying out, I came on his tongue, shaking and twisting. I slumped back and he followed me, licking until oversensitivity got to me and I had to push him away.
“Enough.” Trying to catch my breath, I could only whisper. “Enough.”
I opened my eyes. Rob was still sitting between my legs, smiling through the mess on his face. He loved getting me off, and I loved that about him. Ignoring the mess, I sat up and kissed him deeply, tasting our union on his lips.
“So you don’t mind me doing this for Ian then.” I didn’t even bother phrasing it as a question.
“As long as I can be there, you can do whatever you want.” His dick gave a little twitch.
That was the real question then, wasn’t it? What did I want? Fantasy was one thing, but if I was expected to perform beyond the strip tease, could I? Tomorrow night, we’d all find out. Sated and relaxed, we slipped in under the covers. I fell asleep with Rob’s arms around me.
Saturday evening came, finding me in a side room at the Party Barn and wondering what the hell I was doing. Talk about performance anxiety. Taking a sip from the wine Rob had graciously brought me, I appraised my situation.
I’d spent the afternoon shopping and putting together my stripper ensemble. Basically, that amounted to some underwear and a negligee, a pink flurry of small, frilly bits made of lace and satin. A far cry from my usual sensible style, it took some careful sorting to get them all straight. At least I think I got it all on in the right place. I hardly recognized myself in the mirror.
I felt ridiculous. Utterly ridiculous. Wearing a garter belt was a new experience for me. Black with pink straps, it held up loosely woven fishnet stockings. Pulled up over the garters, tiny pink thong panties left most of my ass cheeks cool and exposed. The half cups of my bra lifted and separated, barely containing my nipples. A thin lacy trim hid the tops of my areolae, which the cups themselves didn’t quite contain. I looked like a freaking stripper. Which I guess was the point.
I’d bought a baby doll nightie that I pulled on to give me a little “modesty”. Half naked, wearing only frilly underthings, about to expose myself for a bunch of men. I shivered, and knew it was time to get a move on before I freaked out. Not that I could rush anywhere in these ridiculous heels.
The next step was getting into the cake. Built on a table with a hollow space in the middle, there was just enough room for me to hide. It was layered, but only a thin outer edge was actually edible around the supporting structure. Thin layers of rice paper stretched across the top for me to break through. It’d be dark and tight, and I was glad I wasn’t claustrophobic.
Just then, Rob came in. About to offer up his wife to his buddies like a sacrifice, he was practically buzzing. His bulge was prominent already, even though the show hadn’
t even started. Looking me up and down, he whistled in appreciation. “God damn, Liz. I’ve never seen you look so sexy.”
Given the situation, blushing felt ridiculous, but I did anyway. The warmth spread across my face and down my chest. Yup, I was a delicate flower alright, about to get naked in front of a bunch of drunken men.
Coming up to me and giving my tit a playful squeeze, he placed his lips on mine for a deep good luck kiss. Fully dressed, he stood in stark contrast to my practically naked body. Feeling his clothing rough against my skin when he pressed against me sent shivers down my spine.
“You sure you’ll be OK?” Still holding me tight, he mumbled into my hair. “I can still go out there and tell them the stripper didn’t show.”
“In for a penny, in for a pound, right?” I drew a deep breath. “Is it time?”
“Yeah. Matt just handed out cigars and dinner’s been cleaned away. We’ve got the room to ourselves for the rest of the evening. It’s time for dessert.” Looking me up and down again, he added, “Of the most delectable kind.” I arched my brow at him, but he just grinned and gestured to the cake.
OK, here goes nothing. With the help of a stepping stool and Rob’s supportive hands, I climbed into the cake, careful to not bump the edges. Settling into my little space, I curled up and waited as the lid was put on. Darkness enveloped me.
“Good luck, babe. I’ll be watching.” He banged the table twice to emphasize it.
I closed my eyes and recited my multiplication tables in a whisper to give my mind something to do. Oh God, oh God, oh God! The table began to roll as Rob pushed it towards the party room. The cart rattled and I was jostled as we crossed the doorjamb, the wheels squeaking. Spirited voices got louder as we approached.
Cheers went up when we rolled in. We lurched to a stop, presumably in the middle of the room, and I felt the slight jolts of wheels being locked in place. My heart was going like a piston. I was amazed they couldn’t hear it out there.
“Gentlemen!” Rob’s voice had never sounded that authoritative, ever. He was loving this. I was his moment in the spotlight. “Ian. We’re here today to celebrate your last days of freedom, your last days as a single man and to mourn your passing, as we lose you to the shackles of matrimony.”
There were more cheers and scattered applause before he continued. “As you see, we’ve acquired a cake large enough to match a man of your stature. And there’s even a surprise inside!” Wolf whistles and laughter.
“They say once you’re married, you may look at the menu even if you can’t sample it. This may be your last opportunity at the sampler plate.” Someone pressed play, and the room was blanketed in a slow, sexy dance beat. That was my signal.
Salsa lessons, don’t fail me now!
Straightening up, I knocked off the top of the cake and stood to my full height, if a bit wobbly in my heels. I had no idea Ian had so many friends. There had to be close to twenty guys in the room.
Ian’s mouth fell open when he recognized me. Other faces I recognized around the room stared as well, doing double takes. As one they turned questioningly to Rob, who just nodded and smiled. They looked uncertain, but no one said anything. OK, this is a bit more awkward than expected. And that’s saying something.
Those who didn’t know me missed the whole exchange. They cheered and clapped, reminding me that I was supposed to be dancing. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. Let’s do this. Letting the music wash over me, I began to sway in time with it.
How do I get out of this thing without looking like an idiot? Luckily, when I opened my eyes again, Rob and one of the other guys had me covered. I put my arms out and as if rehearsed, they took them and lifted me out, just like in one of those old black and white movie musical numbers.
Playful. Remember, you’re playful. Not just terrified.
I fixed on Ian’s familiar face. After all, he was the guest of honor and the one I was here to seduce. The rest I pushed to the back of my mind, trying to forget they were there. Having a focus made dancing easier. That he was big and handsome didn’t hurt either.
My first steps were cautious and unsure, but once I realized I wasn’t going to trip over my heels and go flat on my face, the confidence came. The beat thrummed in my gut and it was easy to sway to. I smiled, running fingers up through my long hair and letting it fall back to drape across my back. I can do this!
Ian’s chair stood in the middle of the room, the center of attention. I danced up to and around it, running my fingers over his arms and neck in fleeting touches as I swirled by. I knew the others were cheering and clapping, but for now it was just the two of us. I loved how his eyes followed me, open and curious.
Stopping just out of reach, I crossed my arms to grab the hem of my baby doll. I teased, pulling it up to just below my breasts and holding it. On the edge of his seat, he looked ready to jump, anxious like a puppy. With a smile I relented and pulled the top over my head. Twirling it a couple of times, I tossed it at him. Catching it easily, he made a point of holding it to his face, inhaling my scent.
Confidence built as I danced. Knowing I was the object of the lust in his eyes was a rush. Swinging my hips, I closed in and straddled him, grinding my panty-clad crotch into the bulge in his pants. Oh my! He sure is happy to see me!
Gyrating in his lap popped one of my nipples out of its half cup, which captured Ian’s attention. Not yet, naughty boy. Putting a finger under his chin, I pulled his gaze back up to my face. His grin was wicked and I couldn’t help but put a short peck on his lips.
Bunches of hard muscle gave my hands firm support when I put them on his shoulders. Kristin is a lucky girl. Lowering my face to his neck, I nibbled my way up while pressing my body against him. Once up to his ear, I dug my hands into his curly hair and raised myself to press my tits into his face. His tongue wet my sensitive flesh.
Cheers and applause erupted, reminding me of our audience. I reluctantly pulled away and turned slowly, taking them in. Wiggling my ass at Ian, I hoped he would grab it. I was disappointed when he stayed on his best behavior, but the show had to go on.
Finding Rob in the crowd, I fixed my eyes on his. He looked like he’d won the lottery, a huge grin showing how much he loved my performance. Without breaking eye contact, I ran my hands up my sides to cup my breasts and sashayed across the room until I stood right in front of him. “I love you,” he mouthed at me.
Flicking my long hair so it hung over one shoulder, I turned and presented my back. Getting the hint, he reached for the clasp with shaking hands, fumbling with the little latch. After a couple of attempts, he got it and I felt my bra loosen. I twirled away from him, extending first one arm, then the other, leaving the bra hanging from his fingers. Cheers sounded as I exposed myself. Cupping my tits in my hands, I winked at Rob and then danced away.
Back to Ian. I stopped before him and pressed my breasts together. Bending forward, I gave him plenty of cleavage to look at. “I bet you’d like to stick your cock in here,” I teased, surprising myself as much as him. Did I really say that?
Slowly, I straightened, spreading my fingers to reveal my nipples. Proud and erect, they pointed right at him. Then I let go, exposing my breasts fully and bringing my hands up behind my neck. I locked my fingers together and stretched, arms in the air. Leaning my head back, I ensured that my breasts were pushed out and forward as much as possible. His eyes were locked on my heavy orbs until I twirled away. I moved out of reach just as he began reach for me. The next time I got close, I knew I wouldn’t escape so easily.
Cat calls and wolf whistles rung out. Intoxicated by the steady rhythm, I was wiggling my hips and striding through the crowd. My movements grew stronger, lewder. Showing my chest with pride, I fed on the excitement of those around me. My nipples were already firm and at attention, but I made a point of tweaking them anyway, much to my spectators’ enjoyment. I don’t think they even noticed they were closing in, but my dancing space was slowly shrinking.
It was time for the
finale. My ass toward Ian, I ran my fingertips down my sides. Hooking my thumbs in the elastic, I bent at the waist and pulled my frilly pink panties down. Inching over my hips and onto my thighs, they caught for a second between my legs before they let go and fell to around my ankles. The wet spot at their center was dark and obvious.
I took my time standing up, letting him enjoy the view. The other guys crowded closer, Rob among them. He gasped when I straightened up and he saw I’d shaved myself bare. It was the first time I had, and that was my little surprise for him. But it wasn’t his turn yet.
All I had left were heels, garter belt and fishnets. When I got close to Ian, he pulled me in, eager to touch. I straddled him again, his denim rough against my smooth pussy. Putting my hands behind his head, I brought him to my breasts. He wasted no time, nibbling and kissing them with abandon. His strong hands reached around and cradled my ass, ensuring I didn’t leave his lap again.
Putting my mouth by his ear, I said in the most seductive whisper I could muster, “Kristin will have you for the rest of her life. Can I have you tonight?” His grip tightened, and he swirled his tongue around on my nipple. His cock twitched in his pants. I had my answer.
He was reluctant to let me up as I pulled back, but once he saw where I was heading, he parted his legs to let me in. On my knees, I had the massive lump in his jeans right in front of me, a wet spot showing where I’d been sitting moments earlier. Leaning forward, I kissed it. My scent was faint where I’d marked him, but it was there.
One button at a time, I popped his fly. Circumventing the boxers or briefs question, he was bare underneath. I pulled out his rigid cock, long, proud and with a large drop of precum pearled at the tip. Beautiful.
Looking straight into his eyes, I leaned forward and swiped at the drop with my tongue. He followed me like a hawk. Smiling, I licked my lips, then enveloped him with my mouth. His musky essence filled my nostrils as I bobbed up and down. Wrapping my hand around the base, my fingers couldn’t quite connect, but I stroked what I could in time to my sucking. He ran his strong fingers through my hair, gripping and guiding me.
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