Page 421 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 8
I slapped my stripper’s ass and he took off.Stallion indeed.
“They’re off!” yelled the DJ. She’d turned off the music and decided to do a play-by-play of our race. “Off to a solid start here. Our bride-to-be has taken an early lead. The maid of honor in second. And the bridesmaid is in the rear, already four lengthsback. She’s really well off the pace here as they make their way into the turn…”
My stallion executed a perfect turn, getting mejustclose enough to touch the stage. As we finished the turn, I got a look at Ash and Slavanka. They were too far back. They didn’t have a chance.
I slapped my stallion’s ass, but it was more for my enjoyment than to really make him hurry. He was already going as fast as he could thanks to my promise of a blowjob.
“It looks like the bride-to-be is gonna run away with this one,” said the DJ. “But wait! What’s this? The bridesmaid is making a late move. She’s hit the turn hard and she’s cut the lead to only 3 lengths. Make that two. And now one! They’re neck and neck!”
Slavanka appeared next to me. “Ya!” she yelled as she held onto a big tuft of her stripper’s back hair and whipped him in the ass with a thick leather whip.
What the hell? Where did she get that whip?!
“Go boy!” I screamed. I didn’t have a whip, but I could still smack my stallion’s tight little ass pretty hard.
“With just half the dance floor to go, the bride-to-be is just holding on,” said the DJ. “It’s gonna be a photo finish…”
I leaned forward to give us a little extra speed. But Slavanka was gaining speed too. I never knew two men could crawl so fast.
Come on, boy!We were so close I could practically taste it. Three feet. Two feet…
And then it all went wrong. My stallion planted his hand right on a banana peel and his arm flew out from under us. Somehow I didn’t fall off, but the stumble was enough to slow us down enough for Slavanka to steal the victory.
No!!!
“I’ll be stuffed! What a finish!” yelled the DJ. “Just when the bride-to-be was looking like a dinky-di winner, her man slipped on a banana. The bridesmaid wins it. Ace comeback, that.”
“I win,” said Slavanka as we both dismounted.
“I admit, it was an impressive comeback. But I would have had you if not for that banana peel.”
“Yes, yes. Birthday girl sabotage.”
I looked over to her table and saw her eating a banana - no peel in sight. She gave me a saucy wave.That little whore!
Speaking of little whores…where was Ash? She should have finished by now. I spun around. Poor Ash was sprawled out on the dance floor. She popped right up and ran over to us.
“What happened to you?” I asked.
“My stripper bucked me off. I think I may have kicked him in the ribs too hard. But oh well. That was amazing! Can we go again?”
“You should have smacked his ass,” I said. “Or if you had a whip handy, you could have whipped him.” I turned to Slavanka. “Where did you even get that whip?”
“I keep in bra.”
“Nice. You’ll have to show me how you make it fit. But first I need to kick this worthless loser square in the nuts. Spread those legs, big boy.”
Instead of spreading his legs, my Italian stallion took off in a dead sprint.
“Hey! Get back here!” I started laughing. I felt bad that he thought I’d really kick him in the nuts. I’d only been joking. I’d never defile such a beautiful specimen of the male anatomy.
“Oh! I’ll chase him!” Ash started to run after him, but I grabbed her arm.
“Na, don’t worry about it. I promised him a blowjob if we won. And a kick to the nuts if we lost.”
“You’re SO smart. I can’t believe I didn’t think to offer my guy a blowjob if we won. Oh well. Losing is fun too. Because now I get to do the next dare! To the banana luge!” She pointed to the bar and then started marching towards it.
Why is she marching?Actually, I didn’t care. It looked fun. Slavanka and I marched behind her.
