Monday, May 11, 2015

Fuck Buddies

The penis cake from this party. First one with a face!

On Friday, May 8, I stripped for a bachelorette party in Santa Rosa Beach, Florida. Before arriving, I called the customer and went over the routine. Then, I asked if she ever had a male stripper before.

"Yes," she replied. "It was two years ago in the same area."

I was curious. Not many guys work this particular area. "Who was the guy?"

"I can't remember his name, but he was really hot, muscular, and half-Asian."

I was half-Asian... 

When I got to the party, which was at a two-story beach house, the customer laughed and hugged me. "It was you two years ago!"

The bride was inside on the second floor, sitting on a chair blindfolded. Even though she couldn't see me, she knew a male stripper stood in front of her, so I removed her blindfold and stripped out of my business suit.

It didn't take long for the other women to shout, "Take it ALL off!"

"Put away the phones first," I said. "No recording from this point on."

The women did as I had asked.

My thong had snaps on each side, so I unsnapped one side to remove it, revealing my cock. 

The bride grinned, running her hands up and down my abs. Finally she reached down and caressed my cock. One of her friends joined in, and began jerking me off. Then both girls took turns.

The other girls watched. Interestingly enough, the bride's mother and aunt were also watching and grinning from the kitchen. I was too self-absorbed at the moment to think anything about it, but upon later reflection, I thought it was strange.

After my performance, I went into the downstairs bedroom to put my cloths back on. The girl who helped the bride fondle me followed. I'll refer to her as "Blair." She was a short, tanned, and petite blonde, and she collected all of my tip money and came into the bedroom to deliver it personally. 

"Do you have a business card?" Blair asked. "I just turned twenty-one last week and didn't really get to celebrate my birthday. I want you to strip for me later."

"Sure, I can arrange that for you."

"I want a private dance. It's just going to be me and you. None of the other girls...

She continued, "To be honest, I want more than just a private dance. I wanna fuck you..."

Before I could respond, she leaned forward and kissed me, her tongue dancing across mine. 

Next, she lifted up her purple top. She wore no bra, and she thrust her small round breasts towards me. I took one into my mouth and sucked. I grabbed her ass, which was barely covered by her jean shorts, and squeezed.

The sound of footsteps on the stairs caused us to jump. We separated. The bedroom door was wide open, and I didn't want to face the awkwardness of being caught in the act.

No one came down, but we decided to stop before anyone else became suspicious about us two being alone for a while.

Blair pulled her shirt back down over her breasts. "Let me give you my number. Are you okay with being fuck-buddies?"

I liked this girl. She made everything so blunt and simple. Then again, she was quite drunk. Nonetheless, she gave me her number.

We'll see if sobriety causes her to change heart.


  1. Hot story, Dion... Gotta love the short, petite girls with a nice tan and small but nice round boobs and butts. My favorite type. But I prefer them to be brunettes.

    I have a feeling that even when she is sober, she will still want the "D", but maybe act more "shy" about wanting it than when she was drunk.

  2. Great story. Did they make you cum or was it just a little stroking? Did you dance around with a hard on? Thanks for posting.