It was another Saturday night, and I had a good few hours after my day job to prepare for the next bachelorette party. An aging razor nicked me about an inch away from my asshole. My enthusiasm for stripping was waning after performing every weekend for the past month. Plus, the risk of bleeding on the guests had me less than excited. Other than that, I was looking pretty sexy. Having worked out every other day for weeks, I was in the best shape I’d ever been in.
I was set to arrive at 11:00pm, my latest show yet meaning it was very likely the drinks had been flowing for a while already. When I entered, most of the guests were in the backyard, so I had some time to work out the music situation. The original plan of using my iPod in their stereo fell through; they didn’t seem to know where I could plug it in. The maid of honour said she’d do her best in picking some pumping tunes.
Everyone gathered in the living room while I hid in the kitchen. I was wearing my best suit; no more bullshit in trying to track down silly outfits. I was a business man, which matched my style best. I was feeling nervous. There were about fifteen guests, aged twenty-five to forty. The bride was in great spirits. She was beautiful, with brownish hair and gorgeous eyes; the kind of girl that any man would fall in love with in about five minutes. She was wearing a white dress, with a grass skirt and coconut bra overtop.
I did my regular opening routine where I pull off layer by layer, doing my best impersonation of a lap dance. After peeling down to my favourite G-string, the American singles began to work their way between my skin and the waistband. I moved around the room, first finding the awkward shy types, then the rowdy ones who pulled on my underwear and slapped my cheeks with confidence.
I asked the group how wild they’d like to get. The loudest response came from the bride herself. She was definitely ready to party hard one last time before tying the knot. I took out a candy posing pouch I had purchased a week earlier but hadn’t had the opportunity to use, and slipped it on over my underwear. I put my feet on the sides of the chair she was sitting on and put my business in her face. She took a good bite to the applause of her friends. After a few other guests had a taste, the bride even took a couple more from the strings in the back.
Having played that out, I took off the candy and started dirty dancing with whoever was willing, and a few who weren’t. A very shy girl in her mid-twenties then asked me, “Do you ever get completely naked?”
There it was. The million dollar question I hadn’t encountered yet. I definitely asked how wild they were willing to go earlier and figured that this is what I’m here for.
“Do you want me to get completely naked?” I asked.
“The bride does,” someone responded.
The thing about penises is that you never quite know how they’re going to look. If anyone’s seen a few episodes of Seinfeld they know about the conundrum of shrinkage. When exercising or doing anything rigorous (like dancing), blood flows from unnecessary parts (like the penis) to the heart, brain and muscles. Most strippers wear cock rings to prevent the escape of that blood, so their dicks look long even when not hard. Personally, I do not. As a result I wasn’t looking quite as big as I can. But ask and you shall receive.
She was again sitting in the hot seat. I straddled her and began by playing a game of peek-a-boo, just showing glimpses until I finally revealed a not so impressive limp penis. She wasn’t fazed. She was glad to look guilt free at a strange dick for the last time. I started to grind it against her, moving my way up until I had it in between her coconuts. It wasn’t soft anymore. I started swinging it around, catching her grass skirt as I did. I told her she could touch it as much as she wanted, and she did. Not for long though, she said she had to be a good girl. Every part of me was wishing she’d be bad. I was incredibly turned on and it seemed she was too.
I once again circulated the room, swinging my cock in a few more faces as I went. I didn’t take my G-string off, but just had it below my bits so I could play some more peek-a-boo when I wanted. After dancing for almost forty-five minutes I was exhausted. I gave her one last chance to grab my package and readied myself for the road. I was wishing I could stay, but as the entertainment the rule is not to. It always feels weird after the clothes are back on anyways.
I got home and was as horny as fuck. Remembering the smile on that beautiful bride’s face as she held my hard cock, I jerked until I came all over myself. Before drifting off to sleep, I recalled the bride saying how much she would miss being single. At that moment I wished that I wasn’t. I wished I still had my arms around her.