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My name is Monica, I am 23 and a recent graduate from the University of Texas. I am 5'2'' tall and weigh around 48 kilograms. My breasts are firm and peaky, I do catch both men and women staring at my breasts; I take it as a compliment. I still think the best feature about me is my hair, my hair is jet black and it flows down my back till my waist almost touching my hips when it is loose. It is thick and extremely silky; I love pampering it. Well today it was tie up in a sleek tight bun on the top of my head and I was wearing a glossy black one piece that stopped just above my mid-thigh. Today is my best friend, Ashley's bachelorette party. We have been the best of the friend since school, she is a goofy red head with whom I instantly hit off when I first met her in the Spanish class. She is getting married next month to her boyfriend, James. Anyway, I had no idea that male strippers had been booked for the evening and was having a blast singing on the karaoke and dancing with my friends when I watched him enter the house. He was tall, like over 6ft easy and boy did he work out. He was wearing a black leather jacket and blue jeans along with cowboy hat and matching shoes. But it was only after he took off his hat that I saw his manbun, it was hard to guess how long his hair was.
He had clear crystal blue eyes and when he looked at me, I felt he was looking into my soul. He greeted the lady of the hour by removing his jacket and there were rock like abs out in the open, he soon started stripping his clothes till he was just wearing a sparkly blue underwear. He sat down on Ashley's lap and gave her a lap dance, he humped her gently as he teased her in front of all of us while we cheered her on, telling her not to give in and make him wait and deny him as much as she can, she gave in. Giving him a peck on his cheeks as she pushed me into the chair. Before I knew it he was on top of me, my cheeks were read and my ear tips turned purple when I grew a wet spot in my underwear. He started sucking on my neck and biting me as he pressed my breasts, squeezing them hard as I yelped in pleasure and in surprise. I was held captive with my body betraying me and my nipple trying the hardest to give the applauding crowd a peak. I was then pulled up and the next girl took my place and it all went on till each of us had a hickey on our neck to mark the end of the night.
I approached Ashley and inquired about this mysterious stripper, she gave me a card instead and teased me as she said that he private sessions as well. I turned red and took the card before storming off to my home. The whole night I kept touching myself, slowly fingering as I kept replaying the moments of the night in my head, I came squirting all over my bed as I trembled in pleasure. I made my mind and grabbed the card. I dialed the number.
The same intoxicating voice responded, "I was wondering when you'd call me Monica." I could imagine him smiling as he spoke.
"H..how did you know I was going to all you?" I speak slowly as I hold the phone tighter in my hand gripping it so hard that it almost started to hurt.
"I saw the way you looked at me today, that is why I gave your friend my card." He was strangely calm as he spoke and completely at easy.
I fumbled before finding my voice "I...will you give me a private session of yours?"
"Where and when." His smooth voice coursed over the phone call.
I almost drop my phone when I hear that, "I will text you my address."
I cut the call and then type in my home address and hit the send key. I had also sent the date and the time, today and right now, respectively. I also dropped a sick leave application to my office and asked my manager to handle my clients as I will not be able to make it to the courtroom the next day. I then got up and changed my sheets, I stepped in the shower and had an hour-long bath with hot water, I washed my hair with jasmine scented shampoo and conditioner. I finally walked put and poured myself some black coffee, before drying my hair and tying it in a bun again. I wore a silver gown and nothing else underneath as I sipped my coffee and waited for the door been to ring.
After about an hour or so it was two in the morning when the doorbell rang and I got up from my leather couch. I opened the door, and he was there, in flesh before my eyes. He had changed into a white full cotton t-shirt and a pair of black shorts. His hair was still up in a bun. I stepped aside to let him enter and closed the door behind him.
"I hope it was easy to find my house?" I spoke, trying to control my speeding hear-rate.
He smiled as he watched me, "It was, after all you were quite precise with the address" he chuckles and then sits down on the sofa. I sit opposite to him with my hands folded over my chest. "I will charge by the hour, tell me what do you want me to do?"
