Page 30 of Single Girl Rules #BananaParty

But then I looked over at the birthday girl’s table, and I knew I’d found my man. I knew I was supposed to be ignoring those lame bitches. But how could I when they had the hottest monkey man? Italian stallion was the only way to describe him. Tall. Tanned skin. Huge muscles. And the moves he was putting on the birthday girl… Hot damn. He’d just done some sort of spin move that took the birthday girl from laying on the floor to being bent over in front of him.

The only question mark about him was the size of his cock. He still had his banana hammock on. And while it looked big…it was possible he’d stuffed it.

“It’s gonna land on Chastity!” yelled Ash.

I turned back to the banana spinning on the table. It almost landed on me. But instead it spun by and stopped on Ash.

Her eyes got huge. “What was the dare again? Something about telling secrets about Daddy’s fun jet?”

“Girl, you know what the dare was,” I said. “Ride a stripper!”

She took a big gulp of banana juice. And then she gave me a mischievous little grin. “I really get to ride a stripper?”

“Yup.”

“I have to admit, I’ve always wanted to do this…” She stood up and looked right at the hunky soldier.

“Go Ash!” yelled Esme.

Ash strode over to the stripper and politely waited for the girl to finish blowing him. Then she jumped in and whispered something into his oversized monkey ear.

Is she really going to do it?! Ash being the first girl to suck a cock at the Banana Party was one thing, but being the first to fuck a stripper?! That was a big deal. I mean…usually only one or two girls were brave enough to go all the way.

My maid of honor was fucking awesome!

Ash stopped whispering and the stripper got down on all fours.

All fours? Interesting. Was she gonna put something in his butt? Or was I about to learn a new sex position?

Either way, I was here for it.

I leaned forward to watch.

She swung one leg over him and lowered herself onto his back. Almost like she was riding a pony.

Nope, not almost. It was exactly like she was riding a pony. She smacked his ass and he started crawling towards our table. With Ash on his back.

“Wahoo!” Ash threw both arms in the air and nearly fell off of him. She caught herself by grabbing his left monkey ear. Which made him turn left.

“Wow,” I said. “I thought you were gonna ride his dick, but I kind of like this better. Way to treat him like the object he is.”

“Yeah! I love riding strippers!” She gave me a high five. Or tried to. Because right before we made contact, we both got distracted by someone yodeling. I looked over as Slavanka rode up to the table on another stripper’s back. He was a big hairy bear of a man. Which seemed appropriate, because everyone knows Russians traditionally ride bears instead of horses.

“We race,” said Slavanka.

“You’re on!” screamed Ash.

“Wait,” I said. “I wanna race too!” I looked around for a stripper to ride. There was really only one option: my Italian stallion. He was still giving the birthday girl a lap dance, but whatever. I was the bride-to-be, so I had first dibs on all the strippers. Obvs.

I got to their table just as he tore off his banana hammock. His cock swung out and nearly hit the birthday girl in the face. She pretended to look shocked, but I could tell she was loving it. How could she not? It was a thing of beauty.

And it was mine.

I reached out and grabbed his cock. “Com

e with me.”

“Hey!” said the birthday girl. “Where are you taking him?”

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