by Jane Futa
“Come on, man. Don’t make me beg like an asshole,” I told him.
“Look, it’s nothing personal. You’re just…”
“What?” I ran a hand through my hair as if grooming myself in that moment would prove to him that I would be the best man for the job.
“…you’re unorganized.” He frowned and dropped his hands to his side. “Sorry, man. Ben is really great. We’ll have an awesome time.”
“Shit. Fucking Ben,” I said, moping. I kicked my shoe in the campus dirt and felt the afternoon sun beat down on my neck.
“What if I give you the most important task?” he asked.
“Yeah? And what would that be?”
“The stripper,” he said with a hopeful expression. I couldn’t deny that it was a tempting offer. My only job would be to judge hot, erotic dancers on a scale of 1-10 and bring in the best lady. Then I’d get to party with her, too.
“Yeah, I guess that’d be ok.”
“Great, man,” said Jay, wrapping an arm around my shoulders. His other hand dug into his pocket for his wallet and he pulled out a small wad of twenties. “Don’t lose this. I expect a real winner on Friday night.”
“I’m not gonna lose it, for fuck’s sake.” But I said the words in a half daze as I thought of all the fun I could have with a couple hundred bucks.
“Now, I’m counting on you,” he said as he started to walk away.
“Yeah, yeah.” I stared down at the cash and fanned it out in my hands. “Time to go find us one hell of a stripper…”
Chapter 2
As usual, I waited until the last day possible to nab a girl for the party. How many days does it take to find a stripper? I knew I had plenty of time, so naturally I waited until Thursday. That’s right. The day before the party. I started at a few clubs I’d never been to so that I could save my favorite club for last. I figured I’d have a few drinks at the ones that probably sucked and save the last few hours of the night for my favorite girls.
It felt strange going to the club alone, but I really wanted to prove to Jay I could handle it. Besides, it was easy enough to strike up conversation with the other customers. A lot of them were lonely, after all. Even if it was another dude they were talking to they enjoyed the company. I didn’t care if they thought I was lonely. I mean, it could get pretty lonely at a strip club when you’re by yourself.
After about an hour I was too buzzed to drive anywhere so I called an Uber. I knew I should’ve called one of the guys instead to save on money, but I figured Jay wouldn’t notice a few bills missing. I decided to go to one more new club before hitting up anything familiar. It ended up being a pretty good decision.
This club was full of hot, new chicks. I couldn’t get enough of each one that came on stage. When the tall, but curvy, blond showed up, I knew I’d found a winner. The trick would be convincing her to leave her cushy position for a little bachelor party. I pulled out the wad of cash and looked through my drunken eyes at it.
I was too wasted to count it correctly but it seemed to all be there still. I must’ve had my own cash somewhere that I used for the Uber and the other strippers. I decided to try and get the blond for a private lap dance and ask her there about dancing at the party. Her name was Lexi, but I kept forgetting it.
Finally, Lexi was shaking her hips above my lap and teasing me with her ass. She wore a thong only and her tits dangled and swayed as she danced. I licked my lips and leaned back in the lounge chair as the music and lights washed over us. I tried several times to invite her to the party, but she always managed to distract me. I kept tipping her, of course, but never too much. I saved every cent possible to hire her. She was beautiful enough to demand all of it.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” I said in a slightly slurred speech. She smiled and shoved her tits in my face. I slid a bill in her thong and watched her bite her lower lip. I wanted to ask her about the party but the music was too loud. Somehow, I ended up asking her back to my place to fuck instead.
She fucking agreed, too. I must’ve looked like a pool of liquor and she agreed to come back to my place. That’s how fucking smooth of a talker I was. I knew hiring her would be a cinch. Then Jay would see. He would see that he hired the wrong man for his last pussy party.
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When Lexi and I made it back to my apartment, I pushed her up against a wall and ran my hands over her gorgeous body. Her tits were so huge that I was convinced they were fake until I squeezed them. They were the softest things I’d ever touched. I ripped her tank top and bra down until her nipple was exposed and then I took it between my teeth.
She moaned and leaned her head back against the wall. Fuck this girl turns me on, I thought. I reached for her other breast and pulled it from its fabric cage. I moved my lips to her other nipple and started to suck.
She weaved her fingers through my hair and wrapped a leg around my torso. I took one hand down to her thigh and gripped the outside of it tightly. I slid my fingers up under her skirt until I reached her ass, and then I pulled her into me.
Keeping my mouth on her tits, I reached for the inside of her other thigh and watched her squirm as I neared her wet pussy. I must’ve reeked of whiskey but she seemed to be enjoying herself. My fingers grazed her satin panties where her wet slit was. When I felt the damp fabric, I pinched it between my fingers and tugged downward.
Her panties slid down her hips and she wiggled her legs out of them. They got caught on her ten inch black heels, so I had to help her unhook them. Then I pushed her skirt up over her hips and slid my fingers inside her.
Her eyes rolled into the back of her head and she writhed against the wall. I returned my mouth to her nipples, alternating between the two as I slid my fingers in and out of her wet pussy. I felt her cunt contract around me and I couldn’t help but smile. This is the girl for sure, I thought.
With two fingers inside her, I rested my thumb on her clit. I felt her buck her hips toward me. She rocked back and forth on my hand as if trying to get off already. Fuck this, I thought, and I removed my fingers.
She collapsed into a puddle on me, panting. “What’s wrong?” she asked.
“You’re trying to cum early,” I told her.
“What the hell is wrong with that?”
“I don’t want you cumming until my cock is inside you.”
“Fuck you!” she cried, pushing me away. “No man tells me when to fucking come.” She kept pushing me until I fell over the side of my sofa. “If anything, I tell you when to come.”
My heart was racing. I wasn’t sure what the hell was happening. I’d never been pushed around like this before. I think I like it. She climbed on top of me until her legs straddled my face.
“Open your mouth wide, you little bitch,” she commanded. I reached my hands up for her ass and extended my flattened tongue. She rocked her hips over my tongue until she screamed out in ecstasy. I felt her pussy pulsing against my face and her thighs clamped tightly around my head.
My face was buried in her pussy and skirt so I couldn’t see her tits or face, but I imagined it was a sight to behold. I almost came in my pants just from thinking about it.
When she finished coming, she climbed off of me and stared at me with one eyebrow lifted. “Are you ready to play by my rules?” she asked.
I nodded, excited to find out what her rules consisted of. I watched her walk back to the panties she left on the floor and pick them up. She walked back over to me and stuffed them into my mouth.
I could smell her pussy juice on them and I clamped down with my teeth. She unfastened my pants and pulled them down with my boxers. She smiled when she saw my cock and I wasn’t sure how to feel about it.
“Not the biggest in that department, are we?” I could’ve sworn she was laughing at me. That little bitch! I thought. But the more she laughed, the harder I got, until all I could do was reply by shaking my head.
“That’s ok,” she continued. “I guess I can make do with this little thing.” Fuck, it was h
ot to be humiliated. I was pretty sure I wasn’t even that small, but hearing her insults made me want to come so hard.
She looked me up and down before finally wrapping her hand around my hard shaft. Then she leaned over and took it in her mouth. I nearly came down her throat because she took all of it in so quickly. She pulled her mouth off to insult me again. “See, it all fits. It’s way too small.”
I wanted to argue, but her panties filled my mouth. I was at her mercy and forced to listen to her insults. She took me into her mouth again and I closed my eyes. Her tongue swirled all over my shaft. She traced every vein and line she could find. She sucked in her cheeks so powerfully. She bobbed her head up and down until my cock stiffened, ready to blow.
She pulled off quickly. “Not so fast,” she said. “You don’t come, until I say.” I nodded and waited for her next instructions. She found her bag and pulled out a small rope. Fuck. She just keeps that shit with her?
“This is to make sure you don’t try and stop me. Remember. We’re playing by my rules now.” I nodded in compliance and let her tie my wrists together. Now I wouldn’t be able to remove the panties from my mouth even if I wanted to.
She turned me over on the sofa so that my ass was exposed and then she flattened her hand against it. Smack! I felt a sting shoot through my entire body. At first I was fucking pissed, but then my cock throbbed with pleasure. It’s like this girl knows what I want before I even do, I thought. I was absolutely mesmerized by her.
I felt her hands grip my cheeks and spread them wide. A pool of spit formed around my asshole from her mouth. She dipped a finger into the pool, smoothing it around my entrance. Then she pushed her finger in.
I let out a muffled groan through her pantie fabric. She was fingering my asshole and I was liking it. This was hands down the craziest sex I’d had. I started to worry that I wouldn’t be able to go back to the vanilla college girls I was used to fucking.
I felt Lexi reach down with her other hand between my thighs until she was fondling my balls. Between the ass fingering and the ball massage, I wasn’t sure how much longer I would last. Then she spanked me again and my cock exploded.
I groaned through the fabric as wave after wave washed over me. I felt my come pool between my pelvis and my sofa. It was the longest, most intense orgasm I’d ever had and it was all because this girl was fingering my asshole.
When I was finished coming she flipped me over. She leaned down and licked my stomach and cock clean. I watched it throb against her tongue. Then she pulled her panties from my mouth and slid her fingers inside so I could taste my own ass. The taste was foul, but the way she looked at me was worth it. I’d never seen such fire or power in a woman’s eyes.
If I hadn’t just met her, I’d wonder if I was in love. “I’m ready to go again,” she said. “So get your cock ready.”
I nodded, my hands still tied with rope in front of me. She lowered her head back to my cock and sucked it until it was hard again. Then she straddled my hips with hers and lowered her wet pussy onto my cock.
“Fuck!” I cried out now that my mouth was free. Her pussy was so tight. She pushed her hips all the way onto me and started to grind.
“You’re way to fucking small,” she said. I looked at her with a horrified expression, but I loved what I saw. “I’ve had so many bigger guys than you.”
Watching her humiliate me while riding my cock was the biggest turn on. My dick only grew harder and harder inside her, which made her pussy feel even tighter.
“I don’t even know if you’ll be able to get me off,” she continued. “I can barely feel you in there. If I didn’t feel so bad for you, I’d take a picture of it to show all my friends. We’d all laugh about your tiny dick.”
I was terrified by the idea of her laughing at my cock with her friends, but my body loved it. I was filled with confusion and the confusion added to my arousal. She rode me harder, continuing to degrade my body and soon we were both coming again.
She leaned her hands on my chest and slammed her hips against me over and over while screaming. I exploded inside of her while thinking about my tiny dick being unable to satisfy her.
When we both came down she collapsed on top of me. “That was-“ I started to say, but she shoved the panties back in my mouth.
“I don’t care what you think it was,” she said. “Shut up and let me lie here in silence.” I nodded and felt her warm cheek against my chest.
What the fuck just happened? I wondered. But I fell asleep before an answer came to me.
Chapter 3
The next morning I woke up to an empty apartment. I don’t know when Lexi had snuck her tight ass out, but she was quiet because I wasn’t a heavy sleeper. My head pounded in my ears and I remembered that I got really drunk the night before. Not drunk enough, though, to forget the strange and erotic time I spent with Lexi on my sofa.
I was still on my sofa. My pants were still down and I was hard again. I looked down and noticed that my hands were still tied. What the fuck? I racked my brain trying to figure out how I was going to untie them. I was just grateful they were tied in front of me and not behind. I brought my wrists to my teeth and started pulling on loose strands.
I couldn’t believe it worked, but after a few painful minutes the knot loosened and I freed my hands. I was about to get up to grab an aspirin when I decided to tug a quick one out instead. I lay my head back against the sofa and thought about Lexi riding me and calling my dick tiny.
I bit my lower lip as I stroked my hard cock. I imagined her laughing at me and sending a pic of me to all of her friends. I pictured them all standing around me laughing while I jerked it.
Minutes later I was coming all over my thighs and stomach. Why the hell does that turn me on? I shrugged it off. I didn’t care because for some reason it was hot as fuck. I pulled up my pants, went to the medicine cabinet, and took an aspirin.
“Fuck!” I cried when I realized I had never asked Lexi to strip at the bachelor party. I wanted to smack myself but I didn’t want to make my headache worse. “Jay is going to kill me.”
I gripped the bathroom sink and hunched over it. I couldn’t believe I had fucked up just like he said I would. He wouldn’t let me live it down if he found out.
Maybe she left her number, I thought. I returned to the living room and searched the coffee table. Then I searched the kitchen counter. Finally, I found my phone to see if she’d entered it in the phone book. Fuck me.
I couldn’t fail on Jay. This was my one chance to prove myself and I was blowing it. I was desperate, but there wasn’t any time left. The party was tonight. I picked up my phone, preparing to call the club Lexi had worked at. I doubt they’d let me talk to her outright, but I had to try. As the phone rang, my eyes scanned the apartment. That’s when I saw her small duffle bag by the front door.
I barely remembered her bringing it in with her. “Hello?” said an older guy on the other line.
“Uh. Yeah. Is Lexi there?” I asked as I moved toward the bag.
“You can’t just call the dancers, man,” he said.
“Well, she slept with me last night and left her things. I thought she might want them back,” I snapped back.
“Sure she did,” he said with a laugh, “and I’m the fucking president.”
I rolled my eyes and hung up on him. I unzipped her bag and found all kinds of stripper goodies inside. There were thongs and tiny metallic skirts. There were nipple tassels and padded bras. I even found two pairs of stiletto heels. One pair was black and one was white.
Now I just need a girl, I thought. I searched for my wallet to see how much cash I still had. Shit! Somehow I spent every last dollar the night before. I really was a fuck up.
It was shameless, but I called my ex. She had thick skin and owed me a favor. I picked up my phone and dialed.
“What do you need, asshole?” she asked in typical Tanya fashion.
“I sort of have an emergency,” I told her.
“You got
your dick stuck in something?” She loved to tease me. We sucked as a couple, but we had a pretty good friendship. We didn’t take shit from each other which didn’t really work out for us while we were dating.
“Ha, ha,” I replied. “I need a stripper for Jay’s bachelor party.”
“What the hell are you calling me for then? Do I look like a stripper to you?”
“Please, Tanya. Remember that thing you owe me for?”
“You helped me when I got locked out of my house. I’m not stripping to pay you back for that.”
“What the hell am I supposed to do, then? Jay already called me disorganized.” She burst into a fit of laughter. “Not you too.”
“I’m not going to strip for you, but I’ll tell you what. I’ll come over and help you figure out a solution.”
“Good enough, I guess.”
“See you soon.”
We hung up the phone and I pinched the metallic silver skirt in my fingers, rubbing it between the skin. I thought of Lexi from the night before. Open your mouth wide, you little bitch.
I dropped the fabric quickly. No, I told myself. No fucking way am I putting that on.
Chapter 4
Tanya showed up later than I had hoped. “Where the fuck have you been?” I asked.
“Chill out. I was at work when you called me.”
“You should’ve said something.” I couldn’t help but stare at the duffle bag that was now sitting on my sofa. “This is all I have to work with.” I pointed toward the bag and watched as she dug through it.