Hen Party

[Post 7]

Rebecca, a girlfriend of mine, was getting married, and another friend had arranged a hen party for her. She told me that there would be a male stripper, so "come prepared." That's all she said. What did that mean? I assumed there wouldn't be any men there, but I still wore my sexiest thong and lace bra with jeans and a t-shirt.

And it was raunchy. The stripper was a huge, muscle-bound guy who came charging in wearing a fireman's outfit. He pranced around to loud rock music and singled out Rebecca, who was sitting in the middle of the room. She was laughing but also blushing as he stripped down in front of her. When he got down to his g-string she put her hand up and stepped away. It was obvious from the g-string that he was big and hard. But Rebecca didn't want anything more than that. She was getting married in two days time, I suppose.

The stripper turned to the other girls sitting there. We all cheered and shouted, and he proceeded to rip off his g-string. His dick was massive and stiff as a flagpole. Jo was cheering and waving her arms, so he waltzed up to her and pushed his cock at her. She didn't need a second invitation and took his dick in her mouth. She sucked good and hard while his hands were all over her body.

Then he stepped back and pulled Rachel to her feet. Rachel was married and quite modest, and she blushed furiously while he danced with her, his cock rubbing against her stomach. But you could see she was actually enjoying it, and when he began unbuttoning her blouse she didn't object. He pulled her blouse off then grabbed her skirt. She resisted at first, but he simply pulled it down and she was left standing in her undies. All of us cheered and she laughed. But when the stripper reached for her brastrap Rachel wriggled away, grabbed her clothes and went to sit down.

The guy looked around and I found myself standing up. It was surreal. What are you doing? I asked myself. I went up to the stripper and grabbed his cock. He was hard and slimy with cum. I felt his big hands on my waist, lifting up my t-shirt. I heard the girls cheering as he pulled my t-shirt over my head. Then he unbuttoned my jeans and I wriggled my hips to let them fall. He pulled me close and fumbled with my brastrap, and before I knew it he'd slipped my bra off. The girls were clapping and shouting and I was loving it! The stripper was staring at my breasts, and I swayed and danced with him to make them wobble.

I was wondering if he'd try to take my panties off, and also not sure what I would do. But it was such fun that when he put his fingers in the waistband and started pulling my panties down I didn't resist. I shimmied my hips, he pulled them down and I lifted my feet through. The guy got a good look at my pussy as I did so! I was then absolutely naked, and right next to an equally naked man with a huge hard-on!

He turned me round so I was facing the audience. They cheered and clapped, I mock bowed, picked up my clothes and went to sit down. I was so turned on I wanted to do more, but the stripper had moved on to another girl. What a rave! I enjoyed it so much I decided there and then that I had to do a real strip show of my own some time ... and in front of men, not just women.