Page 42 of Single Girl Rules #BananaParty

“Get behind him and jerk,” I told Esme “I’ll suck.” I ran over and got on my knees. I nudged Slavanka out of the way slightly and gave him a proper suck.

“Hey,” said Slavanka. “This my cock.”

“I know, but…”

“He no like Russian nibbles?”

Russian nibbles? Was that what she was doing to him? “Uh, no. I don’t think so.”

“Okay. We suck together.” She grabbed my head and pulled me towards her for a kiss. But with his cock in between us.

Slavanka, you kinky bitch! What an excellent use of Single Girl Rule #30: Girl on girl action is only gay if no guys are watching.

He immediately stiffened as our tongues danced around him. There was nothing guys liked more than girl on girl action. Our lips met and we slid down his shaft a few times. I looked up at the monkey mask and winked. You like that, you bad boy? Two girls worshipping your cock? It was very possible that if I just started making out with Slavanka he’d cum immediately. But I couldn’t get enough of his cock. I needed it deep in my throat. I wanted him screaming my name.

So we each took a turn deep throating him. Meanwhile, Esme played with his balls.

“Make him cum!” yelled Ash.

“Yeah!” agreed Zoraida.

God, I loved my girls. This was officially the best night of my life. Except one thing was missing…

I still hadn’t gotten fucked yet.

All this cock sucking had me absolutely dripping with desire.

Which made me think…

It was kind of implied that this competition was about giving blowjobs. But was that all we could do? Or were we allowed to fuck them, too?

Because there was no way this stripper would last ten more seconds if I bent over for him.

I was just about to get up and fuck him when he stiffened in that tell-tale way.

Slavanka and I pulled back just in time to get a faceful of his cum.

Esme aimed most of it at Slavanka - it was only fair since this was Slavanka’s stripper - but I got a few shots too.

“We have a winner!” yelled the DJ. “The bride squad wins!”

Everyone cheered as we stood up and pumped our fists in the air. I glanced over at our trophy. But what really caught my eye was the gong. Just like cumming in a girls’ hair…I knew I wasn’t supposed to do it. The DJ had forbidden it.

So naturally, it was all I wanted to do. And the night was coming to an end. Which meant if I was going to do it…

I ran over, grabbed the mallet, and struck the gong. It was way louder than I’d expected.

The lights flickered. And when the palm trees lit back up, they were red instead of green.

A hush fell over the room and the strippers - even the one still getting blown by the birthday girl - all ran away.

“You really shouldn’t have done that,” said the DJ.

Chapter 10 - The Banana King

Friday, Sept 13, 2013

“Gong summon demon?” asked Slavanka.

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