Mark was groaning and squirming. “Fuck, that feels good,” he moaned. He clutched the bed sheets tighter and he tried to kick with his limp legs. Tia didn’t budge. She kept her hands firmly down on Mark’s body and she continued to pump. She watched as her cock disappeared completely into Mark’s anus before emerging, still slicked with his gooey white cum. Then she watched as her cock disappeared again.
Then she caught Mark with his head to the side, staring at the mirror, admiring his feminine date as she stuffed his tush. “Harder,” he said, so she started fucking him harder. “Faster,” he said, so she started fucking him faster. He was groaning louder now, clutching those sheets harder. “Fuck, I want your cum inside of me so badly.”
As if on cue, she felt her orgasm approaching. It felt good and powerful. She clenched hard and started to moan as she held back. She looked in the mirror briefly and saw that her face was turning red. Then she looked back at her stiff rod, pumping Mark’s anus like the piston of some steam engine.
She came, groaning loudly. She had her whole cock pressed into Mark’s ass, her ball sack scrunched up against his body. Mark squirmed and groaned. There was a small puddle of drool next to his lips. Tia gave him a good slap on the ass once she was finished, before she stepped off of him so her creampie could ooze out from his body.
“So just to be clear, we’re not telling anyone anything, right?” Mark said. “You don’t tell anyone we fucked and I won’t tell anyone that I found you dressing up.”
Tia shrugged. “I won’t tell anyone that we fucked if you don’t want, but I don’t care if you tell people you caught me dressing up.”
Mark sat up swiftly with wide eyes. “What are you talking about?”
Tia shrugged her shoulders. “I think I’m going to give this a try for a while. I mean—you thought I was cute, right?” She did a cute little pose for him once her skirt was adjusted. There was still a streak of dried cum down the length of her leg.
“Um, yeah, I guess so,” Mark said. “So you’re going to be, like, a girl now?” he asked.
“Yeah. Why not?” Tia said. She smiled.
“Oh. I don’t know. I guess that’s… fine.” He looked perplexed and confused. He sat there staring at Tia, looking like a new puppy.
“Maybe I’ll even start dating. I bet I could find a guy who wants some of this,” she said.
Mark perked up again, his cheeks turning red. “You’re going to see other guys? I mean—um… You want to see guys?”
Tia laughed. “Maybe,” she said.
“Well maybe… I don’t know... maybe we should be a thing, or something.” His face was dark red now. He clasped his hands on his lap and looked down at the floor like a shy toddler.
“Maybe,” Tia said. She stepped up to him and gave him a kiss on the cheek. “Though I still have a lot to figure out. I still don’t even own any of my own clothes. I don’t even know what my style is yet.”
“You look good in that skirt.”
“Thanks,” Tia said, holding her skirt out with both hands. “Maybe I’ll get a few more like it. Want to go to the mall with me tomorrow?”
Mark nodded his head. He smiled, his face still dark red. He looked excited but still nervous. They were both still nervous as they decided to embark into new territory, opening themselves up to a whole new barrage of judgement. But Tia knew they would survive. Besides, what was the worst someone could say? Words are just words at the end of the day—they are meaningless unless you let them have meaning.
“Want to stay the night?” Tia asked.
Mark nodded.
“You said you only needed a few minutes, right? Well it’s been a few minutes. Are you ready again or what?”
Mark’s smile grew big and he stood up straight. His cock was already starting to harden and throb. He was more than ready.
THE END
TAKE IT OFF
Mel was given one task for Theo’s upcoming bachelor party: hire the stripper. He had over a month to get the job done and he still managed to forget until the morning of the party. Now, all of the strippers are booked up and Mel has no idea what he’s going to do. So he starts asking strangers on the street, begging and offering lots of money. And to his surprise, he finds a beautiful blonde who is up to the task.
Only Mel doesn’t realize that the beautiful blonde he just hired for his best friend’s bachelor party has an extra endowment dangling between her curvy thighs.
CHAPTER I
Mel was given one job for Theo’s bachelor party—just one small, easy job that would only take fifteen minutes at the very most. The other guys all had many jobs, but Mel only got one because the other guys knew Mel could only handle one.
Mel had a lousy memory, and he had lousy motivation. Back in school, he would fail everything. He eventually dropped out in grade eleven after failing an open book test; every student was allowed to bring their notes in to the test, but Mel had no notes because he’d been too lazy the night before to quickly write any down. He’d just failed another test the week before that should have been even easier. The teacher wrote all the questions down on the board the day before the test, and Mel was too lazy to write them down in his notebook.
But the guys couldn’t have asked Mel to do nothing. Mel was one of Theo’s best friends, so it only made sense that he participates a little bit in the bachelor party planning process. The guys only gave him one small task: hire the stripper.
“There’s a whole page at the back of the newspaper. Just call one of the numbers and ask for a blonde. As you know, Theo likes blondes,” said Kalvin, Theo’s best man. “We’ve got a four hundred dollar budget for the stripper, so pick a good one.”
Mel meant to hire the stripper that night, but when he got home he was feeling tired. He figured it could wait until the next day. The bachelor party wasn’t for another six weeks, so he knew he didn’t have to rush.
“Did you hire the stripper yet, Mel?” Kalvin called and asked one afternoon.
“Not yet, but I’m going to do that tonight,” Mel said. It was just three weeks before the party.
“A lot of girls are going to be booked up. You’d better not waste any more time.”
“I know, I know. I’ve just been so busy. But I’ll do it tonight,” Mel said. He pulled out the newspaper while he was on the phone with Kalvin.
“If you just want me to do it, say so and I’ll do it.”
“I’ll do it,” Mel said. He was going to do it as soon as he got off the phone with Kalvin, but then his favourite show came on the television and he figured hiring a stripper could wait an hour. But it turned out to be a marathon of his favourite show. It was almost midnight when he realized he’d forgotten to make the call. “It can wait until tomorrow,” he told himself. He went to sleep and in the morning, he’d forgotten that he had something important to do. And it was another week before he remembered. He only remembered because Kalvin called to ask if the job was done.
This time, Mel lied. “Yep, it’s all done,” he said. It was a lie, but it wouldn’t matter because he planned on hiring the stripper as soon as he hung up the phone with Kalvin. But he didn’t end up making that call because he couldn’t find the newspaper. He’d already tossed it for the day. So he figured he would wait until the next morning, when he got the new paper.
But of course he didn’t remember in the morning. It wasn’t until the day of the bachelor party that he finally remembered. Kalvin called and asked, “Are you all ready for the party?”
“Sure am,” Mel said. He was excited. They were all going out to play paintball before getting dinner at one of the best steak houses in the state. Then, they were going to drink in a private room of Theo’s favourite bar, which just happened to be Mel’s favourite bar as well.
“And the stripper knows the address and time?” Kalvin asked.
Mel’s heart sunk deep into his stomach. His lips became dry as they parted. He tried to reply but there was a lump the size of a tuna can in his throat.
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br /> “Mel? You there?”
“Yeah,” Mel said, clearing his throat. A cold sweat bathed the back of his neck.
“You did hire the stripper, right? Because you won’t find anyone now.”
“Yeah, I did that,” Mel said. Now that cold sweat was covering his body. He’d failed the one task that he’d been given. He was going to be the responsible one for ruining Theo’s bachelor party. They would all be sitting there, in that back room, waiting for a stripper to walk through the door—but no stripper would come. The night would end on a dull note—an anti-climax. And it was all Mel’s fault.
Mel grabbed the newspaper and he started calling all of the numbers on that back classified page. “Sorry, all of our girls are booked tonight. Good luck though,” he was told countless times. He called every single number on that page, but it was hopeless. A few strippers even laughed at him when he asked if they were free that night, which was apparently one of the busiest nights of the year for strippers.
Mel started trying to think of excuses. Maybe he could tell everyone that the stripper cancelled last second. Or he could just pretend to be waiting for the stripper with everyone else, and he could act surprised when no stripper showed up. But then he would still be letting Theo down, even if Theo thought he’d done his job.
He needed to think of something. He thought about calling up old friends. Maybe he could pay some girl to strip for the night. He called Marcy, his cousin’s ex-girlfriend. “Marcy, I have a huge favour to ask. And I’ll give you four hundred dollars. No, six hundred. I’ll throw in two hundred of my own.”
“What are you talking about?” Marcy asked.
“I need you to strip for my friend. I forgot to hire a stripper for his bachelor party.”
Marcy hung up the phone, and she didn’t pick up when Mel tried calling back. Mel’s stomach turned. It was time for him to start getting ready for paintball. Their booking started in forty-five minutes and the place was twenty minutes away. “Shit…” Mel muttered. He scrolled through his Facebook friends and tried to think if any of them would want six hundred dollars to strip for a private event. But no one was online and none of them would have done it anyway.
So Mel fell back into his sofa chair and he buried his face into his hands. And then he remembered that he was supposed to pick Kalvin up on his way to paintball, so he really had to get going.
He grabbed his car keys and his wallet and he took off, feeling frightened and guilty and hopeless. He was two blocks from Kalvin’s house when he noticed a tall, beautiful blonde walking down the street. She was wearing tall stilettos and a tiny skirt. She was dressed a bit like a prostitute but she was too pretty to be a prostitute. Mel’s hands suddenly started trembling. He took a deep breath and then he pulled his car up next to the woman. She looked over at him, batting her glorious eyelashes. “Excuse me,” Mel said, his voice cracking. Now he was pretty sure he was soliciting prostitution, probably from a cop. She had to be a cop—hookers aren’t that pretty. But Mel was desperate.
“Yeah?” the woman said.
“I’ve got the biggest favour in the world to ask you. And please don’t hate me for asking.” He made his proposition. The beautiful blonde just stood there silently, staring into his eyes. When Mel finished his pitch, he became tense, not sure if he was about to arrested, have his window smashed, or if he was about to get very, very lucky.
And thanks to some miracle, Mel turned out to be very, very lucky. “What time should I be there?” the beautiful blonde asked with a cute grin.
CHAPTER II
Kalvin knew there was something up with Mel, but he couldn’t figure out what. He was acting strange from the moment he picked Kalvin up at Kalvin’s apartment building. Kalvin was telling Mel about all of the plans for the night, and Mel was just sitting there grinning, lost in his own mind. “Are you listening?” Kalvin asked before they arrived at the paintball park.
“Huh?” Mel said, looking over with a dazed expression.
Kalvin didn’t bother repeating himself. Mel had something on his mind, and Kalvin was pretty sure he didn’t want to know what. He still wasn’t convinced that Mel actually remembered to hire the stripper. So just to be safe, Kalvin had made a few calls and he’d convinced a stripper to be on standby, just in case Mel didn’t come through. He gave her two hundred bucks as a holding fee, and he’d called numerous times to make sure she knew the correct time and address.
Unlike Mel, Kalvin was always prepared. Kalvin graduated high school with honours, and he was made the valedictorian. Whenever someone asked a favour of Kalvin, he always made sure to go above and beyond. One time an old high school friend called and asked Kalvin if he could pick him up from the airport. Kalvin tried to get his car detailed before picking his old friend up, but the detailing place was closed, so Kalvin decided to rent a luxury car instead, even though his car was perfectly fine. He made sure the car was stocked with cold water bottles and he even had a music playlist ready, based on the ‘favourite musical artists’ on his friend’s Facebook page.
Before they got out of the car at the paintball park, Kalvin asked one more time: “You did get the stripper for tonight, right?”
Mel smiled big and nodded his head. “Theo’s going to love her,” he said. Kalvin felt a wave of relief, but he still kept his own stripper on standby, just in case something happened with Mel’s girl. His standby girl was his go-to girl—he hired her for every bachelor party and other adult-themed events that called for strippers, including birthday parties and retirement parties. He even had her lined up for another bachelor party where Kalvin was also the best man, which was just a few days after Theo’s wedding.
During paintball, Kalvin kept a close eye on Mel, making sure he wasn’t slipping away to make any last second phone calls. Mel still seemed spacey, not paying any attention to his teammates as they formulated battle plans. He would just wander out into the field, and he didn’t even seem to notice when he was being shot at.
But they all had fun nonetheless.
At dinner, when the server came around to take everyone’s order, Mel was still spaced out. Theo had to give him a nudge to pull him from his mindless state. “Mel, what do you want to eat?”
Mel shook his head and then looked down at the menu. “Oh, uh, what’s good?”
The waiter made a recommendation. But Kalvin couldn’t help but think that Mel wasn’t even listening. His gaze went inward again while the waiter was talking, and then the table became silent again. Theo gave Mel another nudge. “Well?” Theo asked.
“Oh, uh, yeah, I’ll have that,” Mel said, forcing a smile. Once again, Kalvin decided to keep an eye on Mel, just in case he snuck away to try and hire a last second stripper for Theo’s bachelor party. But he didn’t. He just sat there, with his inward gaze. Kalvin started wondering if he was on drugs, or maybe he had a hangover from a night of drinking alone.
Kalvin was nervous when they settled into their private room at the bar. He found himself staring at the door, waiting for the stripper to arrive, still unsure of what to expect. He still had a hard time believing Mel actually managed to get a stripper—when he’d asked Mel a couple of weeks before, Mel still hadn’t hired anyone. And it was a Saturday in June, and it was apparently the busiest Saturday of the year for bachelor parties. Kalvin’s heart jumped every time the private room door opened. And then his heart would take a moment to settle as the waitress came in to take away empty glasses, and to bring more liquor.
“What’s up, buddy?” Theo asked Kalvin. “You seem stressed out.”
“Just nervous for your big day next weekend,” Kalvin said. He could feel that his cheeks were red.
“Don’t be nervous. I’m the one who’s supposed to be nervous,” Theo said with a chuckle.
And then the door opened and a tall blonde stepped into the room. She was holding a shot glass and wearing a white blouse and fitted black dress pants. She was dressed like a manager, but her face was too stunning to be in bar management. H
er hair was too blonde and her eyes were too piercing. Kalvin knew that she was the stripper.
A few of the other guys looked up to check her out before turning their attention back to their drinks. Theo smiled at the woman before returning to a conversation he was having with another guy. And Mel was staring down at the table with red cheeks and a crooked smile. So he really came through—he really managed to get a cute, blonde stripper just a couple of weeks before the big party. Kalvin wanted to reach over and give him a pat on the back, but he didn’t want to give anything away, so he kept his hands to himself.
“Who here is getting married next weekend?” the pretty blonde asked. She had a deeper voice, which didn’t seem strange given her Amazonian stature.
Theo raised his hand with a smile. “Right here. Though if I have much more, someone’s going to have to carry me home.” The guys all chuckled.
The woman stepped up and placed the shot down in front of him. But before Theo could reach for the shot, the woman stepped one of her long legs over Theo’s lap so she was straddling him. His face instantly became red as he realized what was happening. The guys all started clapping and hollering. “Oh no, you guys didn’t…” Theo said.
“You can thank Mel,” Kalvin said, clapping along as the beautiful blonde started grinding Theo’s lap with her big perky ass.
“Feel free to touch all you want, if you think you can handle me,” she said. She started unbuttoning her top, showing off more and more cleavage. The woman had moves—a real professional. Kalvin found himself smiling, incredibly impressed. He looked over at Mel, who looked incredibly relieved. “Good job,” he whispered. Mel nodded with a smile.
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