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I'll be frank: I'm a stripper. I love my job. Puts me through school, pays the bills, and I get to have fun with it. Most people are surprised to learn this about me, because I don't exactly look the part. I'm short, 5'0, red hair, freckles, big secretary glasses, and the very definition of pin-up girl curvy with thick thighs, a teeny waist, and DD tits. To top it off, I'm rarely seen without red lipstick. In my daily life, I definitely rock the whole innocent, dresses like a kindergarten teacher thing. At night, I really get to let loose and show the world I'm hot as fuck with my lingerie and rarely visible thigh, hip, and rib tattoos. When I met my boyfriend, Eli, I was scared he wouldn't support my job. To my surprise, he loves it! He thinks it's really hot that other men (and sometimes ladies–they're my favorite customers ) drool over me most nights. He's so supportive that he hired me to work his best friend Liam's private bachelor party two months ago. I met Eli outside the house where the party was held, nervous in the coat I used to cover up. Eli is about 6'0, average build verging on a cute 'dad bod' pudge, and wildly curly blond hair. "Are you sure about this?" I asked, admittedly a bit nervous about showing off in front of his friends. "Of course I'm sure," he said, pulling me close before smirking. "Everyone knows my girlfriend is fucking hot, so I may as well give them the full show to rub it in. Besides, Liam's my best friend. He deserves the best on his last night of freedom, right?" I couldn't argue with that. I moved to enter the house, and Eli grabbed a handful of my perky ass before slipping past me. "You wore that slutty skirt I love," he growled in my ear as he passed. I took a deep breath. Time to make my entrance. I slid into the doorway and began to unfasten my coat as Eli shouted for the room to welcome their 'special guest.' I looked out on the sight of the party: a typical bachelor party for a nerdy, introverted kinda guy, with a keg in the corner, loud music, some fifteen or twenty guys milling around, and video games galore. All eyes were on me, eyes belonging to my boyfriend's closest friends, who I'd hung out and drank with a number of times. Some faces were shocked, since they clearly didn't know my day job and didn't expect Eli's girl to be the night's entertainment. Obviously, I had my work cut out for me. "I hear there's a perfectly good cock going off the market tonight," I purred, dialing up the normal sexuality especially for this crowd. They loved it–I heard hoots and shocked cries from guys who never expected modest little me to say something so dirty. I slid off my coat, revealing one of my favorite get-ups: the classic sexy schoolgirl, with my red hair in pigtails and tiny fuck-me skirt barely grazing my ass. My eyes zeroed in on Liam, looking slack jawed in the corner, and i sauntered to him, hips swaying to the beat of the music. All week I'd worried that the show would be uncomfortable, but it was just the opposite. Showing off for Eli's friends was the best show I'd worked in quite some time. The boys loved how I slid out of what could barely even be called clothes–they especially loved the little ass wiggle I did as the skirt came off. I got to prance around in my "innocent" white and baby pink lingerie, dipping in and out of their laps and leaving them rock hard as I went. As the lingerie came off, I even decided to loosen up on the "no-touching" rule. Eli hired me independently, so it wasn't like my manager was there to tell me what to do. Every man in the room got the opportunity to grope me in all the fun places: grabbing my hips, getting their fills of my round ass, flicking my nipples, whatever they could get to first. All the while, Eli watched from the sidelines, wearing a shit-eating grin and soaking in the envy from every man in the room. The guys were practically dumping out their wallets for me as they couldn't wait to see what I would do next. Again, I turned my attention to Liam, a 6'2, lanky guy with glasses and wavy black hair, basically the stereotype of a nerdy programmer by trade. For whatever reason, I'd always been attracted to him. I'd had my fun working the room, and now it was time to work the groom. I dropped down to my knees and slowly crawled across the floor to the perfectly timed, "Let's Get it On" by Marvin Gaye, making sure the guys got the full view of my big ass barely contained by a tiny thong. I reached his knees and crawled up until I was in his lap, giggling at how red and how hard I'd already gotten him. "Here's a last taste of freedom, sweetie," I whispered, my lips so close to his that they could have touched had I moved even a millimeter. Instead I pulled back and dipped low into his lap, determined to give him the kind of lap dance he'd pull out of the spank bank for years to come, probably even on his wedding anniversaries when he should be thinking of fucking his wife's brains out. I grinded and gyrated his lap until his cock was so stiff, nothing could move it. I shimmied close, close enough to let my nipples brush his face. Fortunately, he took the bait and flicked his tongue across them, causing me to moan in quick satisfaction. As the set wound down, I finished off by sliding out of my thong and dropping it in his lap where he could see the big wet stain in the middle. With an angelic smile, I slid out of his lap and turned to thank the room. Usually, I get a little bit self-conscious when the sets wind down at the end of the night and I'm just left naked in the open, but I felt completely comfortable with this group. I had no desire to put my clothes back on. Eli encouraged me to stay for the rest of the party as an exception to the "no-girls allowed" rule for the night. "It's a no-brainer," said James, one of Eli's roommates as he tried to convince me further. "You're like...You're on another playing field from the girls we're keeping out. You're so fucking hot." He raked his eyes over me appreciatively, and Eli pulled me close with a hand on my ass as he beamed with pride. The night wore on without much event for maybe another hour. Eli got me a beer from the keg, and I milled around talking to the guys, still completely naked because I didn't feel like getting dressed. Surprisingly, there wasn't much awkwardness; the guys who wanted to make it awkward, I was sure to avoid talking to. But my favorite part of mingling was that periodically, Eli came over to pull me to his body, get his fill of my ass and hips, and generally grope me for the world to see. I know my boyfriend, so of course I could see what was coming–Eli always had a habit of getting outrageously horny when he drank just a little bit. It was only a matter of time before he'd be anxious to fuck. I was in the middle of a conversation with James on the couch when Eli sidled up next to me. He didn't say a word, just rested one hand on my thigh. Slowly, his hand creeped farther up, and James was too drunk and too distracted by the video game on TV to see anything. Finally, I felt Eli's finger circle the outside of my pussy, playing around in the wetness. He lightly flicked my clit and I bit my lip to stifle a moan. He slipped two fingers inside me and immediately felt around for my G-spot, and I knew I couldn't be quiet anymore. "Excuse me, James," I said, standing up and pulling Eli away by the hand. James didn't even notice. Eli and I ducked into the little bathroom in the hall, and barely had time to close the door before all bets were off. He slammed my back into the sink and lifted me up to rest on the counter, all the while hungrily kissing and biting at my neck and grabbing every place on my body he could reach. In one smooth motion, he managed to yank his pants down (he'd lost a little weight, so they were pretty baggy by then, which was kinda adorable). Now, let me just say that I'm completely convinced my boyfriend has the most perfect cock in the world. Pretty average length, maybe a fraction above average, but amazingly thick and slightly curved upward to the left, meaning he hits my G-spot perfectly in almost any position. As soon as I saw his cock in his hand and how hard he was, I knew it was going to be tough to be quiet. Eli pulled me off the counter and flipped me around so I was bent over, all better for a quick and dirty session. Weaving one hand in my hair, he pulled my hair hard as he shoved his cock into my soaking cunt. I almost saw stars from all the sudden sensations combined with getting progressively hornier all night. Without giving me time to adjust, he was off, fucking me hard and dirty the way I liked best. "You fucking slut," he growled in my ear. (Did I mention he's a bit of a cuckold, and I get wet immediately for dirty talk?) "You were just too fucking eager to show off for those guys. I bet you wanted a go at every single cock in that room, didn't you?" "Y-yes, sir," I managed to gasp out. He pulled my hair harder. "You get off being their little toy, don't you? Like the little whore you are? What if I let you? Just set you down in the middle of all those guys who want you and tell them to take their turns with you, letting them turn you into their little fuck toy? Wouldn't you love that, you dirty fucking whore?" "Please, please!" I moaned, absolutely losing my mind at the idea. Getting passed around was one of my biggest fantasies, and Eli knew that. He also knew that not dirty talk scenario got me off the fastest. He was fucking me so hard I couldn't think straight. He could tell I was almost ready to come–this position always got me off in no time, every time–so he pulled my hair harder and leaned forward to whisper, "Come for me, you little whore." "U-uh... SHIT. I'm... Sorry, so sorry..." Apparently we hadn't locked the door, and some unsuspecting soul at the party had barged in on the action. We whipped our heads around to find none other than Liam standing there, bright red, and I couldn't help noticing, rock hard. Eli didn't even bother pulling his cock out of me. Liam fumbled for words again and turned to close the door, but Eli grabbed his wrist. Eli was a fast thinker, so from the shit eating grin on his face I could tell he already had a plan. He pulled me up from the counter, and, holding my hand, guided me and Liam out of the bathroom and into the living room. "Liam, as your best man, I'm supposed to make sure this bachelor party is the best night of your life. How do you feel about an early wedding present?" Eli offered. It finally dawned on me what was coming, and I could barely contain my excitement for what the rest of the night would hold. 1JaR7XQ sluttercupbunny 1Cx4UuR 1Cx4UuR[2 comments]