STORY: The bachelor's experience

I was certainly feeling like a king that night. I downed one more shot of vodka, as I enjoyed the strip show by a couple of hot strippers. My friends had pulled out all the stops.

After an amazing night at the hotel bar, Deji had gotten us a private show with the beautiful , buxom, bodacious strippers that showed up in skintight, strapless dresses and sexy heels. Now all four of us were lounging on the couch in the bedroom we took for the night.

Deji was face-deep in some titties as he enjoyed the night while I was trying not to totally lose control as the second stripper moved her sexy ass on my thighs.

Finally, Deji pulled his face from the breasts to look at me.

"I have one more surprise for you," he said. "I would be right back."

I was confused. What else could he possibly have planned?

He got up, taking his stripper with him and left the room, leaving me wondering what was up his sleeves.

"It seems you get me all to yourself. You don't have to worry. I will take good care of you," the stripper said, standing to her full height to face me. The stance only accentuated her hourglass figure and my eyes went back to settle on her sexy boobs.

I was momentarily lost in the smell of her perfume and the sight of her breasts as she stopped centimetres away from me. I was so engrossed with watching her that I barely noticed as she undid the top button of my trousers. I heard the zipper as she pulled it down and the sound snapped me back into a hazy reality.

I thought about Remi, my fiancee but for some reason, I seem unable to move from where I sat.

She came to straddle me, her knees on either side of my legs. Pulling her strapless dress down, she pushed my head to her breasts. My face nuzzled in between their weight and her soft skin pressed against my nose and cheeks.

I could feel her start a slow circular motion with her hips against my groin. She took my hands and pulled me to a standing position.

Slowly, she began taking off my clothes, leaving feathery kisses down my chest, stomach, and thighs as she made her way down.

She pushed me to sit again as her hand moved to my now hard cock. Reaching down, she slid her hand over the length of my dick. I let out a heavy breath at the contact as she expertly slid her hand up and down.

Straddling me, she held my dick in her hand and slowly sat all the way down, my hardness penetrating her softness.

She started to move up and down. Inside, my dick felt pressure all around as her hole seemed to hold my whole length and clamp onto me. The combined sensation of the soft inside and the extra tightness around me was a new level of ecstasy I had never felt with my fiancée.

I began to feel a pressure start to build inside me and as I thrust into her, it slowly grew until I knew I couldn't hold it off anymore. She moved, causing my dick to slide out of her when she realised I was close to climax. Instead, she knelt down and held my cock in her hand and began to pump.

Holding it close to her face, the pressure built and released as my orgasm pulsed through me and I tried to watch as I sent my load onto her smooth cheek, onto her forehead and dripping down her full lips onto her chin.

She put her mouth on my cock and sucked until I was completely drained. She then moved away from me and entered the bathroom.

I was just done zipping up my trousers when Deji came back into the room.

"Did you enjoy that?" He asked, winking at me and eying the door of the bathroom where we began to hear the sound of water on tile.

"Absolutely. The best bach eve present ever."

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