I usually write fiction but I'm going to try something a bit different this time around. This will be a retelling of actual events that happened a few years ago. It was one of the wildest nights of my life, which I often fantasize about. Some of what went on has become inspiration for my stories. I'm a little nervous telling this since it was one time in my life where I was completely uninhibited and naughty. I guess there is enough anonymity here that allows me to write about what happened so here it is. I've changed some of the names to help keep it anonymous.
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I had just graduated from college and my friends were throwing me a graduation party. I was renting a small, two-bedroom house that had an open floor plan. My friends asked if they could setup the party at my house since it was the most convenient place and I agreed. There were nine of us girls and three guys there. Everything started out fairly tame -- a little bit of drinking, some music and a little bit of dancing.
Around 10 pm there was a knock on the door. I thought that it might have been one of my friends showing up late, but when I opened the door, a police officer was standing there.
"Excuse me, are you Brianna Morgan?" he asked in a firm voice.
"Yes," I replied a little hesitantly. "Is there a problem?" I nervously fingered the hem of my short miniskirt feeling awkward and on the spot. I didn't think the music was too loud but maybe that was all it was about.
"I have a warrant for your arrest."
"What for?" I was baffled. I couldn't think of anything I'd possibly done outside of a late parking ticket.
The officer gave a big grin, "For being
way
too sexy."
I heard laughter and giggles from my living room and then it finally dawned on me. I felt kind of stupid for not realizing sooner, but I wasn't expecting my friends to order a male stripper for me. When he came inside, someone put an energetic rock song on the stereo and he started dancing circles around me. I felt a little self-conscious. I didn't know if I should dance with him or what. I just stood there shyly and watched him with a silly grin on my face.
The "officer" took me by the hand and sat me down in a chair. He then proceeded to handcuff my wrists behind the chair. I playfully resisted at first but allowed him to restrain me to the chair. He unbuttoned his shirt and swayed his hips back and forth in front of me to the rhythm of the music. The girls in the room were whistling and giving catcalls as he twirled his shirt and threw it across the room. My friend, Amber, came up behind him and started rubbing his bare chest as he had his hands behind his head and grooved to the music. She let her hands travel down to the button of his pants. He offered no resistance as she undid the button and unzipped them.
The stripper's name was Jake and he was giving us quite a show. He slowly inched his pants down making us anticipate what was underneath. After much teasing, he finally slid his pants off revealing a tiny black thong much to the delight of all the females in the room. It left little to the imagination and there was even a strategically placed silver police design on the front that drew attention to his nice package.
This bronze Adonis had a perfect body. He was well-muscled and tan all over. The girls started breaking out the dollar bills and stuffing them in his thong as he continued to swivel his hips in front of them. I couldn't do anything but watch since I was still handcuffed to the chair. Nicole got on her knees in front of him with a dollar bill between her teeth. I don't know how she did it, but she managed to expertly stuff the dollar deep down the front of his thong with her tongue.
I was starting to feel left out until Jake, the stripper, came over to me and started giving me a lap dance as a slower song came on the stereo. His well-endowed package was just inches from my face. I don't know if it was the atmosphere of it all or the drinks, but having this gorgeous, nearly-naked hunk so close to me was making me feel deep sensations of lust.
After a few minutes of smooth erotic dancing where his body occasionally brushed up against me, he then started to unbutton my blouse. I almost protested but I was curious to see where this was going to lead. I was feeling a little apprehensive because three of my guy friends were sitting over at the bar watching intently. Jake slid the blouse down my arms and it hung by my wrists. The fact that my arms were restrained behind my back left my breasts thrusting forward in my tight bra.
My miniskirt had a zipper on the side, which Jake proceeded to unzip revealing a generous view of my leg. "Woah-woah-wait, where is this going?" I started to protest.
"It's not really fair that I'm the only one here in barely nothing," he replied with a devilish grin. "Plus, blame your friends. It was part of what they paid for."
He inched my skirt down to my hips as I gave a nervous laugh and told him I wasn't so sure about this. He almost stopped but all my friends were cheering him on. He slid my skirt down an inch more to see if I would put up a fight. When I didn't, he finished sliding the skirt down my legs while all my friends were cheering about my rather revealing predicament.
I was feeling incredibly self-conscious now, particularly since some of my guy friends were seeing me in such an exposed state. They had seen me in a bikini before, but the flimsiness of my skimpy string bikini panties and tight bra made me feel almost naked in front of them. The guys were grinning ear to ear. I particularly didn't want John to see me in this state. I knew he really liked me and I wasn't sure about my feelings towards him yet, but we were close friends. I could only imagine what was going through his mind in regards to the vulnerable position I was in.
The stripper came up behind me and reached over to place his hands on my legs. His hands slowly traveled up my thighs and then he let his fingers hook under the stringy part of my panties as he traced underneath. His hands then glided up my body and I was getting sexy little tingling sensations. My nipples had already been getting hard and now they protruded through the thin fabric of my bra, which made me feel even more exposed. It made it even worse when he slowly allowed his hands to brush by them. Of course, my friends were egging him on the whole time.
After the song finished, Amber announced that the remainder of the evening was for ladies only. Apparently there was more planned and I couldn't imagine what. The guys started to protest because the excitement was just getting started. They apparently didn't want to miss out on anything. She insisted until the guys reluctantly left, leaving a roomful of horny girls alone with one hot male stripper.
After the guys left, Jake grabbed his police baton and started tapping it in the palm of his hand, "Now what should we do with this?"
My girlfriends were voicing their delight as he took the baton and started tracing the curves of my body with it pausing long enough to circle the firmness of my nipples, which were about to burst through the fabric. He then dragged it along the crease of where my thighs were together. He applied pressure until my thighs spread an inch. He then started rubbing the baton against my most secret place. I tried not to show much of a reaction but I think I let a slight moan escape my lips.
After all the teasing, he uncuffed me and I had an insane amount of sexual tension built up. I'm guessing my friends were paying him by the hour since the evening was far from over. He did some bellybutton shots off some of the girls and they did some on him. They even did a few which were called blowjob shots where he put a shot glass in the front of his thong for the girls to drink from. There was a lot of laughter and everyone was acting crazy.
A few of the girls took turns getting lap dances. Most everyone was down to their underwear now so I didn't feel as self-conscious anymore about being in mine. Kelly couldn't keep her hands off the stripper when she was getting her lap dance. She ran her fingers down his body and then hooked them into his thong as she started to pull it down. He gently pulled her hands away before she could but she still kept trying.
After that dance, Jake handcuffed two of my other friends together and started to dance for them. At this point, the handcuffs served an actual purpose since he was having a hard time preventing the girls he danced for from trying to remove his thong.
"Okay," Nicole piped in. "Just about everyone in this room has been handcuffed except for our stripper here. How about it, Jake?"
Jake shook his head and laughed, "I don't think so."
Nicole pulled out a bill and teased, "There's an extra twenty in it for you. And maybe we'll dance for you."
Jake mulled it over. He was about to refuse and then said, "Alright, what the hell."
We led him over to the corner of the room where my exercise equipment is. We secured his arms above his head to a bar on one of the weight machines.
Jennifer approached him, "Hmm, now that you are at our mercy, what should we do with you?" She snaked a finger under his tight thong by the hip and slowly moved along the front until her fingers were doing a tickling motion underneath.
Jake had a look on his face, which made me think that he regretted agreeing to be handcuffed. "Just remember the rules," he said. Apparently we're not allowed to touch his private area.
"What rules?" Jennifer flashed a wicked grin.
Kelly brought forward a bottle of massage oil and handed it to me. "This might be fun. Since it's your party, you should have the honors, Brianna."
I gave her a devilish look and took the bottle from her squirting a liberal amount in my hands. I put my hands on his chest and he flinched a little at the coldness of the oil. I then proceeded to run my hands along the roundness of his pecs and glided down the ripples of his abs. I was even daring enough let my fingers slide down the front of his thong a little. I could feel that he was closely shaved and my fingertips brushed ever so gently against his semi-erect shaft. I could tell that there was a lot of potential there. I was on my knees lubing up his thighs and could see a slight pulsating from underneath the tight thong as it protruded outward towards me. Having complete control over his perfect body was making me get moist and wet as a hunger was starting to build in my loins.
Jake was now thoroughly oiled and his glistening, bronze body made him look even more desirable. Amber came forward tapping the police baton firmly in her hand. She had kind of a dominatrix vibe going on as she was wearing only black panties and bra but still had her high heels on. Jake actually tensed up a little as she ran the baton up and down his body and then started circling his protruding package with it.
"Have you been a bad boy?" she asked in a teasing voice as she lightly slapped his bare bottom with the baton a couple of times. Everyone was giggling and I could tell that Jake was starting to feel a bit humiliated. Amber walked behind him and started pulling up on the back of his thong. This was causing the front to press tightly and precariously against his growing erection and I could see a few hairs escaping over the top. The baton was now oily from being against his body so Amber started rubbing it up and down the cleft of his ass cheeks.
"Don't go there," Jake said.
