Black stripper Last month my girlfriends threw a bachelorette party for me. It started off fairly tame as we were not going to go out but just hang out and drink at my maid of honor's house. I opened up my gifts which were mostly funny sex toys and lingerie and we played some games. As the night wore on I was pretty drunk and ready to crash but my maid of honor said they had one last gift for me. She opens up the front door to reveal a large, muscular black man wearing a cop uniform. He walks over to me and tells me I am under arrest and handcuffs me to the back of a chair. He then turns on some music and starts giving me a lap dance. Everyone was cheering and laughing and I was having a good time watching him take off his clothes in front of me. He had a really hot body and I started to think inappropriate thoughts about what I wanted him to do to me. After the song ended he was down to nothing but his man thong which barely could contain his rather large package. He uncuffed me and started to pour oil all over his chest and told me to rub it in. I gladly rubbed the oil all over his muscular torso and six pack abs and then all over his back and butt too. He let the other girls run their hands all over him as well before returnig to me. He danced to a few more songs while picking me up and dry humping me in all sorts of sex positions. It was great! The real nastiness started when he took out a bottle of whipped cream. He told me to take off his thong and with the drunken encouragement of my friends I did. His dick was fucking huge, prob at least 8 inches. The biggest I have ever seen. He sprayed the whipped cream all over his dick and told me I could lick it off if I wanted to. I didn't need much persuasion and licked it all off. A few of my friends did the same thing. Mr. Big dick returned to me and said it was my turn. He removed my shirt and bra to the cheers of my friends and sprayed and licked whipped cream off of my boobs and stomach. My friends were screaming and going crazy and taking a lot of pictures. After a few minutes of that he said the show was over for everyone but the bride and that he needed to get cleaned up. He asked me to join him in the shower to help him get cleaned up. I was hesitant at first but with the coaxing of my friends I ended up naked in the shower with him. Our hands were all over each other while we made out. I eventually moved my hands down to his dick and started to stroke his erection. He told me that I could have it if I wanted it and I nodded that I did. He turned me around and told me to bend over while he worked his dick inside of me. At first it hurt like hell but he went slow until he worked his length all the way into me and then once he picked up the pace it felt fucking amazing. He pounded me from behind aggressively while smacking my ass and pulling my hair. I orgasmed at least 4 times and was really loud. My friends could hear me outside the door and were cheering for me. When he was ready to cum he told me to get on my knees and he came in my mouth. At the time I was too horny to think about asking him to wear a condom but luckily I was tested and turned out to be clean. After that he left and I got cleaned up and stayed the night. I am married now and maybe I should feel guilty about cheating on my husband but the experience was definitely worth it to me. After all it was my last night of freedom

Black stripper Last month my girlfriends threw a bachelorette party for me. It started off fairly tame as we were not going to go out but just hang out and drink at my maid of honor's house. I opened up my gifts which were mostly funny sex toys and lingerie and we played some games. As the night wore on I was pretty drunk and ready to crash but my maid of honor said they had one last gift for me. She opens up the front door to reveal a large, muscular black man wearing a cop uniform. He walks over to me and tells me I am under arrest and handcuffs me to the back of a chair. He then turns on some music and starts giving me a lap dance. Everyone was cheering and laughing and I was having a good time watching him take off his clothes in front of me. He had a really hot body and I started to think inappropriate thoughts about what I wanted him to do to me. After the song ended he was down to nothing but his man thong which barely could contain his rather large package. He uncuffed me and started to pour oil all over his chest and told me to rub it in. I gladly rubbed the oil all over his muscular torso and six pack abs and then all over his back and butt too. He let the other girls run their hands all over him as well before returnig to me. He danced to a few more songs while picking me up and dry humping me in all sorts of sex positions. It was great! The real nastiness started when he took out a bottle of whipped cream. He told me to take off his thong and with the drunken encouragement of my friends I did. His dick was fucking huge, prob at least 8 inches. The biggest I have ever seen. He sprayed the whipped cream all over his dick and told me I could lick it off if I wanted to. I didn't need much persuasion and licked it all off. A few of my friends did the same thing. Mr. Big dick returned to me and said it was my turn. He removed my shirt and bra to the cheers of my friends and sprayed and licked whipped cream off of my boobs and stomach. My friends were screaming and going crazy and taking a lot of pictures. After a few minutes of that he said the show was over for everyone but the bride and that he needed to get cleaned up. He asked me to join him in the shower to help him get cleaned up. I was hesitant at first but with the coaxing of my friends I ended up naked in the shower with him. Our hands were all over each other while we made out. I eventually moved my hands down to his dick and started to stroke his erection. He told me that I could have it if I wanted it and I nodded that I did. He turned me around and told me to bend over while he worked his dick inside of me. At first it hurt like hell but he went slow until he worked his length all the way into me and then once he picked up the pace it felt fucking amazing. He pounded me from behind aggressively while smacking my ass and pulling my hair. I orgasmed at least 4 times and was really loud. My friends could hear me outside the door and were cheering for me. When he was ready to cum he told me to get on my knees and he came in my mouth. At the time I was too horny to think about asking him to wear a condom but luckily I was tested and turned out to be clean. After that he left and I got cleaned up and stayed the night. I am married now and maybe I should feel guilty about cheating on my husband but the experience was definitely worth it to me. After all it was my last night of freedom
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