Page 425 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 8
I opened as wide as I could and took one of them into my mouth, savoring every inch. The whipped cream was delicious. But the cock was better. God, it had been worth every second of waiting.
I only got halfway down before he pressed against the back of my throat. Which wasn’t a problem. I shifted a little to fix the angle and took him into my throat. All the way down until my nose was pressed against his tummy.
He groaned and I couldn’t help but smile. I was addicted to men making that sound because of me.
When I pulled back, there wasn’t a single drop of whipped cream left. I started stroking him as I sucked the other one clean too. Cock and whipped cream were even better than a banana split. It was like my mouth couldn’t decide what it wanted to do. So Ijust went back and forth between the two, like I was sampling ice cream flavors. Spoiler alert – they were both delicious.
“So what’s the next dare?” asked Ash, staring at the Banana Bros’ cocks.
Oh, that naughty girl.Was she as turned on as I was at the sight of this? There was something about two cocks that really did something to me. And I knew what she was hoping I’d say for my dare, but there was no way I was gonna share these two with her. She could find her own strippers! And as adventurous as she had been tonight, I doubted she was ready for double XL, dark, dark chocolate. These were all mine.
I had to think about my next dare carefully. If I dared one of them to blow a stripper, they might try to steal the Banana Bros from me.
What was a good bachelorette party dare?
Just then, I felt my backup phone vibrate in my bra. It was Chad’s special ring tone. Wow, what a mood killer. Actually…I shifted in my seat. Surprisingly it wasn’t. I was so turned on that nothing could kill my mood. I didn’t even know why it was taking me so long to mount one of these bad boys.
“Uggh, hold on one sec,” I said. “Chad’s texting.” I pulled out my phone and checked the text with one hand as I stroked a Banana Bro with the other. I was so turned on I could barely even see straight. I blinked a few times and made myself focus on the text.
Chad: Can I come hang out with you now? I’m bored.
I’m a little busy.I continued to stroke one of the cocks. “Can someone text Chad back for me?” I asked.
“I dare you to send him a Banana Party selfie,” said Ash.
“That’s not how spin the banana works. But I like the dare, so I’ll do it. On one condition. If I do this, you have to stand up on your chair and give an impromptu bridesmaid speech about how much you love me.” I knew that Ash had a deadly fear of public speaking. This was the perfect way to see how drunk she really was.
“Easy. You’ve got a deal.” She polished off another glass of banana juice.
Her sixth? Maybe her seventh.
“You go first though,” said Ash. “I need to compose my thoughts.”
“Fair enough. What pose do you guys like?” I held up my phone at the perfect angle and made a duck face. But really…the focal point of the image was the two huge cocks on either side of my face.
God they’re big.Now I just had to capture their beauty in a selfie.
I snapped a picture. But it was missing something. It felt wrong to not be interacting with the cocks. I grabbed one, licked the other, and took another photo. For a second I got distracted and forgot to even look at my phone.Focus!I turned back to my phone.
Much better.
“What do you guys think?” I asked. The girls passed the phone around as I went back to sucking and stroking. I wanted to make sure they were as hard as possible for this photo-op. And the harder they were, the more amazing they’d feel inside of me in a second.
Ash giggled. “I can’t believe you’d actually send him this. He’s gonna be so mad.”
“Why?” I asked. “Single Girl Rule #40: At a bachelorette party, every girl is single again. So it’s not like I’m cheating.”
“I’m not sure he’s gonna see it that way…”
I shrugged. “That’s his problem. I told him all about Rule #8. And, well…” I tapped their stomachs as I counted their abs. And then I licked their abs for good measure.Yummy chocolatey goodness.I didn’t know how, but they even tasted kinda like chocolate.
Speaking of chocolate… “Ohhh!” I said. “I know why you think he’ll be mad. It’s because he’s a racist, right?”
“Chad’s a racist?” asked Ash.
“Maybe. He got all weird about me joining an all-black sorority. This’ll actually be a good test to see if he’s racist or not.” I loved chocolate too much for that nonsense. I grabbed my phone back and took another pic of me really going to town on these beautiful cocks. But it still wasn’t quite right. “Damn it,” I said. “They’re so long they don’t even look real. And Chad doesn’t believe that 8-inch cocks exist in the wild, so if he doesn’t see the whole thing, he’ll probably just think they’re dildos. I know it’s not technically a selfie, but can you guys get some pictures from a distance?”
“Yeah,” said Ash. “I’m an amazing photographer.” She took the phone and started snapping pictures while I sucked off the Banana Bros. I was so glad to have both my hands back. I wanted to touch every inch of these men. And I wanted as much photo evidence as possible of this night so that I could relive it over and over and over again. And also…Single Girl Rule #7: Pics or it didn’t happen.
