B-6 Cowboy Special

The guy who was obviously the groom to be, a dark-haired muscle stud, swarthy of complexion and intriguing decorated with curly hair on various parts of his body and who might have been the quarterback of this team, wanted a lap dance as soon as I had stripped down to the minimal costume. When I came down into his lap as he was sitting in a straight chair, he minimalized the costume further by jerking off my pouch. He docked our cocks together and stroked them as I rubbed my nipples against his, reveling in the soft silkiness of his chest hair, and went into a deep lip lock. All the time I was thinking that the basic $100—which was half the $200 they had to pay for the basic striptease—was earned and now I was moving into earning my $50 share of the $100 for the first sex act. This wasn’t going to be so bad. The groom to be was quite desirable.

In fact, this guy was really turning me on and my cock hardened right up to his attention. I knew I was going to get a hot ride and I even was going to be paid for it We were both panting and moaning to beat the band, and he had his lips on my nipples, when two of his attendants got on either side of me and lifted me by the thighs and set me down on the groom’s cock. I cried out in ecstasy as my ass canal sheathed his thick, throbbing tool, and the groomsmen just kept lifting and lowering my pelvis on the groom’s dick until he gave a little scream and creamed my insides with his cum.