Page 31 of Single Girl Rules #BananaParty

“I’ll bring him back in a sec.” I had to. Single Girl Rule #38: Every girl deserves a big cock on her birthday. And as much as I hated this bitch, it was her birthday apparently. So I’d bring him back. If he makes me lose. If he helped me win, I’d reward him appropriately. Because bachelorettes trumped birthday hos. #You’veBeenTrumped.

The birthday girl whined while I took my Italian stallion by the cock and led him to the dance floor. Ash and Slavanka were already saddled up and ready to race.

“First girl to tag the stage and get back here wins,” I said. “And last one back has to do the next dare.”

“What’s the dare?” asked Ash.

“Well this is your dare, so you get to choose.”

“Hmm…” She tapped her finger to her lips. “Oh! I know. Loser has to drink from the banana luge.”

“Love it.”

“Ready girls?” asked Esme. She and Zoraida had just finished clearing the dance floor to make way for our race.

“One sec.” I turned to my stripper. “Here’s how this works. If we win, I’ll suck your cock until you explode all over my face. If we lose, I’ll kick you in the nuts. Got it?”

He nodded his big monkey mask.

“Good boy.” I gave his cock one final tug and then pushed him onto all fours.

Esme stood in the center of the dance floor and raised two discarded banana hammocks into the air. “On your marks…”

I sat down on my stripper’s back, taking a moment to savor each and every muscle. And since I wasn’t a barbarian like Ash and Slavanka, I kept both legs on one side. Did their equestrian teachers never teach them side-saddle?

I tugged on my stallion’s monkey ear to guide him over to the edge of the dance floor.

“Get set…”

I adjusted my grip on his monkey mask. My first instinct was to go for the ears, but there was actually a little fake tuft of hair sticking up in the middle of the mask. Well done, Banana Party. There was a reason I chose to go to a Banana Party for my bachelorette party. It was all about the details.

For a tense moment, we all stared at Esme.

“GO!” screamed Esme, pulling the banana hammocks down to her side with a flourish as if they were checkered flags.

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 lengths back. She’s really well off the pace here as they make their way into the turn…”

My stallion executed a perfect turn, getting me just close 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.

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