Page 48 of Single Girl Rules #BananaParty

And something about being completely exposed to a crowd and him hissing sinful things at me made me come again, even harder than the first few times.

He grabbed my tits and slammed into me again. And again. And again.

“Is this what you wanted when you hit that gong?” He grabbed a fistful of my hair and tugged. “You wanted me to fuck you in front of a crowd of people like the little slut you are?”

Yes! I was so close to coming again when something caught my eye. Out amongst the trees, I saw big monkey eyes watching me. Wanting me.

So I beckoned him over.

My Italian stallion danced up on stage. Apparently he thought I was no longer a threat since I was bent over getting fucked. And he was right.

As soon as he was within reach, I let go of the pole and grabbed him instead. Then I started sucking him off. And as soon as my lips wrapped around his cock, the Banana King got even harder inside of me. If that was even possible. I kept my lips around the Italian stallion’s erection and looked at the Banana King over my shoulder. You like that? It makes you harder to see me suck a big cock? Are you imagining that it’s my lips around you?

He slammed into me harder.

God yes.

I came again within a few seconds. Two cocks were so much better than one.

And damn, did they know how to use them.

First they took me bent over by the pole, then they got me on all fours. I must have blacked out from the pleasure of it all, because next thing I knew I was flat on my back on a table, surrounded by cocks. I smiled to myself as I realized it was the birthday girl’s table. Well…turns out it was my table after all. The Banana King seemed more than happy to share my mouth and hands, but my pussy was all his.

Oh yes. This is gonna be such a fun kidnapping!

It seemed like everything Ghostie had warned me about what true. I wasn’t sure why I’d been so worried. Sex slavery was the life for me. I spread my thighs farther apart so the Banana King could fuck me harder. I was never going to get enough of his cock inside of me.

I moaned and my stallion came in my mouth, and another stripper busted in my hand. And then the Banana King got tired of sharing me.

He picked me up and took me back onto the stage, pushing me to my knees.

Time for the grand finale?

He grabbed a fistful of my hair as I eagerly sucked his cock. After all the orgasms he’d given me, I was more than happy to return the favor. But just when I thought he was about to cum on me, he flipped me into a headstand.

The crowd went fucking wild as he drilled me upside down. He’d already gone deeper than I thought possible. But this position took it to a whole new level.

I lost count of how many times he made me come. But it was a lot. God I loved his cock. It was a good thing this wasn’t my real bachelorette party, because if it was, I totally would have run away with him rather than marrying tiny-dicked Chad.

Eventually I ended up back on my knees. The Banana King towered above me, stroking his huge cock. Every muscle in his body was so tense.

“Are you gonna ruin my makeup?” I asked.

He nodded.

“What would my fiancé think?”

“I don’t give a fuck.” And with that, he absolutely exploded.

I caught as much as I could in my mouth, but after one shot my mouth was basically full. Cum spilled out onto my tits as he unleashed stream after stream onto my face.

Now this is a cumshot!

My audience seemed to enjoy it just as much, because they were screaming like crazy. Especially Ash. This was definitely my Banana Party. I looked over at the birthday girl’s table. They were the only girls who hadn’t come over to the stage to cheer me on. They were just sitting there looking jealous that I got to have all the fun. One of them was even wiping up some cum that I’d let spill onto their table. Take that, birthday bitch.

I swallowed down his cum and then threw my hands in the air to celebrate with them.

“Best night ever!” I screamed. I now understood why the Single Girl Rules were so adamant about having a girls’ night every Friday. I wonder if Daddy will let me borrow his jet so we can come back here next weekend…

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