The Hens Party Stripper

Back in the dim dark days of the mid 2000’s I was invited to a Hen’s Party for a friend who was getting married. The usual girls night in and out, dinner, drinking and laughing. The maid of honour had booked a male stripper for the evening’s conclusion.

Milano turned up and put on a fantastic performance, his tanned skin and long blonde hair absolutely wowing the entire audience. His dance moves, toned body and G string got the crowd of mostly 20 something girls very flustered and excited.

By now the night was winding down, it was well after midnight. Milano got dressed in the bathroom and had a couple of drinks with the girls. Taxis were arriving to take people home, and there was only a few of us left.

During Milano’s performance we had been particularly flirty with each other. I had received some dirty looks and snide comments from some of the girls. Steve and I had been married for a while at the time, and had been in the lifestyle since before we were. So I didn’t really worry about what these people said or thought. If I wanted to lick whipped cream off him, or put my hands on his cock, I could and certainly would!

Milano and I had been chatting as we went down the stairs to the street below, and he asked how I was getting home. I replied that I had intended to grab a cab, as Steve was away for the weekend. Milano had already gotten to his little hatchback ford. He offered to give me a lift back to my suburb, as it wasn’t too far out of his way. One of the bridesmaids raised an objection, stating that it wasn’t safe to get in the car with a complete stranger. I informed her that if I went missing, they all had photographs of Milano taken that night, in fact, some had purchased calendars of him as well.

I happily accepted and waved happily to their jealous gazes as we pulled away. During the drive our chat turned racy fairly quickly. I asked how often he pulled a girl at one of his shows. Not very often he replied. Plenty of older ladies propositioning, but in terms of women who he would like to play with, he could count them on one hand, and he had been in the industry for about 8 years.

I asked him if he thought there was anyone worth trying to pull there this evening? “I thought I already had!” He laughed as he stopped at a red light. I smiled at him and leaned over his centre console and kissed him hungrily. I unfastened my seatbelt and pulled myself into his lap. There was nothing in the way of traffic, fortunately, as we got quite into making out as we idled there. Eventually he pushed me off him and adjusted the crouch of his jeans.

“Turn left just up here and it’s the first unit block on the right..” I whispered huskily to him.

He followed me closely up the stairs to Steve and my unit. He came in and asked me if I was sure I was comfortable… I took my shirt off and then stepped out of my tight black pants. I was wearing a cheeky little matching mesh bra and panties set in light purple.

For a stripper, he seemed quite clumsy as he kicked off his boots and jeans.

I wasted no time in dropping to my knees as I pushed him back onto the couch. His cock and balls were completely hair free (as was the majority of his body) and was standing up to attention. I smiled up at him as I slowly licked his shaft and tip. He wasn’t massively endowed, but was certainly a mouthful and a half and I enjoyed the musky baby oil smell of his body.

His hand slipped down my stomach and slipped into my panties. His eyes widened in surprise as he found my piercing, before burying two fingers into my very moist slit. I reached for the little wooden box we kept under the couch (for just such opportunities) and fished out a condom, handing it over to Milano.

I took my bra off and slid my panties to the side and straddled his lap as he pulled on the condom. Looking deeply into his eyes, I lowered myself onto his shaft. Rocking back and forth I whispered sweet dirty nothings into his neck and ear, before he grabbed my hair and pulled me into a passionate kiss.

We stayed in that position for a few minutes, before he stood up, holding my legs and fucked my standing for a little while. He whispered that he would love to do me from behind. I eagerly hopped onto the couch presenting him with my butt, and I pulled the panties off, they were thoroughly soaked in creamy pussy juice. He licked my two holes greedily, complementing my taste as he did.
He stood up and guided his cock inside me and held my hips as he pistoned in and out. I was enjoying myself immensely, but it was getting late.

“Do you want to cum on my face?” I asked coyly.
“Oh, fucking absolutely!” He replied.

I knelt in front of him, pulling the condom off and sucking his cock as he stood over me. I looked up into his eyes and begged him to make a mess of me. He obliged quickly and showered me with a reasonable load of watery hot cum.

With that, I helped him find his clothes, exchanged numbers and agreed to do it again soon. He became a semi regular play friend after that, but we lost touch when we left Sydney to live further north.

Thanks for reading, Kryztal.