Stripped Senseless

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This is a work of fiction.
 
Names, characters, places and incidents
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Copyright © 2012 Yvonne Leishman.

I am dedicating this book to my very good Aussie
friends, D and Christa.
 
You all know who
you are.
 
I love you
all,
you were my inspiration and gave me no ends to the amount of material I could
use.
 
You are all beautiful inside and
out and deserve the best of everything.
 
You
gave me the push to do this and I will forever love you all for it.

We are all huddled
together in the loud and raunchy bar all awaiting the arrival of
Marlee’s
surprise. It was Marlee’s hen night and she was
wired to the moon, dressed in only a black tank top and a pink tutu with killer
fuck me pink heels on.
 
This would be a
night to remember. This group of girls had been friends since forever, all
twenty seven year olds sharing the highs and lows of life.
 
I was so very proud of Marlee for taking that
huge step with Mark Smith, the rock of her life. I wasn’t totally fooled
however, Mark had his work cut out with Marlee, the ex-escort, and she was
still as wild as ever. Yes this would be a night to remember!

         
We
were all throwing the drinks back; we all loved a bit of sex on the beach, come
on who didn’t! There was not one of us who
wasn’t
drunk on the verge of insanity.

“Marlee, you okay
there doll?” I ask loudly over the thump, thump of the bass music of the bar.

 
“Tania, I am fucking delirious. I cannot wait
to see Mark tomorrow and fuck his brains out!” Yes that’s our Marlee amped for
anything and the most insatiable sex monster living.
 

         
The
music then stopped dead and all was silent except for the incessant giggling of
our group.
 
In walked 4
police-officers donning the full uniform.
Hell yes we managed to get the hottest men alive for the job.
Even
with their clothes on you could tell they were ripped to the extreme.
Fucking Delicious.
 
The officer in charge approached our group with a very stern look
emulating his face. He certainly wasn’t baby-faced but a hunk of a man with
gorgeous features with soft brown hair spiked beautifully.
 
He gazed at us all in turn, and by god I am
sure that my panties just combusted just looking at this god of a man.
 
Okay so I was drunk but I wasn’t totally
oblivious to his extreme good looks and piercing blue eyes. I am no prude
myself so I found myself thinking about what he would be like as a lover. Would
he have a big cock and a strong body?
 
Hell what am I doing?

 
“Excuse me ladies can I ask if you have a reason
to be dressed like that?” He spoke to no-one in particular but for some reason
kept glancing at me. The bar was still full but all occupants of the bar were
staring at us.

 
“Sorry officer, but it is my hen night and we
are celebrating my last night as a free woman,” Marlee mutters to the hot
cop.
 
“Well in that case I think you are
wearing too many clothes.” We all erupt into a fit of screaming and the music
starts up again a thumping sexy beat to dance to.
 
Fuck just the way he said that made me want
to rip every last shred of clothing I have on and launch myself onto his lap.
What a sexy man beast he is!

         
The
three sexy cops slowly strip, releasing each button of their shirt’s with slow
deliberate moves. It is the lead cop, the one with the sexy voice that has
totally captured my attention. I cannot take my eyes off him and I am totally
oblivious to everyone else in the room.
 
He slides his shirt off and I get my first glimpse of his muscles, god
what I wouldn’t do to run my hands and tongue all over it. His arm is tattooed
in a sleeve and it is so damn sexy. I have always had this attraction to men
with tattoos but this is taking it to another level. The Tats are sculpted to
his muscles perfectly; it’s taking all of my self-control not to drool just
looking at him.
 
He has now taken his
belt off of his slacks and he has now pulled them off leaving a very sexy white
thong on him. And Christ almighty he is so well endowed, the thong is barely
keeping the beast at bay.
 
Oh my god just
the sight of him is enough to make me moan to myself. Yes I need a damn cold
shower. Just as I am having these thoughts he eyes me sexily and I quickly
divert my eyes to the other strippers. They are nothing compared to him, the
Adonis that he is. He hands the baby oil to Marlee and she has the very envious
job of rubbing it in to him while he and his fellow strippers are grinding into
Marlee.
 
Marlee then edges very close to
the hot sexy cop and whispers something in his ear. Exchanged looks are passed
between the two and then towards me. What the fuck are they talking about?

         
The
cop strides over to me and eyes me so sexily I am starting to get all hot and
flustered again. If he doesn’t stop looking at me like that I am going to
combust on my freaking seat. He bends down and places his strong, large hands
on my thighs and whispers in my ear.

 
“I cannot take my eyes off you, you sexy
matron of honor. I can also tell you are burning hot for me.” Holy shit how the
hell can he tell this by just looking at me? How am I giving myself away? I
really want to fuck him but I am not telling him that!

 
“Erm no not at all, it’s just a little hot in
here.” This is the only excuse I can come up with but I know for a fact he can
tell I am aroused by looking at my pink cheeks. I can tell my panties are a
little wet for him.
 
He smiles knowingly
and starts dancing for me, and my breathing hitches and my heart is thumping an
irregular rhythm. Yes Marlee the little minx has planned this. He hands me the
baby oil and I start rubbing him slowly and fuck if it’s not turning me on
something rotten.
  
His pecs are rock
solid, his abs
are
just a dream and that tattooed
sleeve, he is just perfection wrapped up and grinding on my damn leg.
 
We have now found ourselves staring into each
other’s eyes as if trying to convey some deep feeling or meaning to this
encounter. If I didn’t know better I would say he wanted to fuck me too. My
reverie is broken as Helen shouts out to us all.

 
“Babes I just bought a bottle of Heineken and
know an awesome party trick you will all just love!!!!!”

         
God
Helen, the girl with zero inhibitions of the group, meant in the nicest
possible way of course. It is meant as an endearment and she just loves it so
much she plays it to the maximum advantage.
 
Helen is a stunning, well-educated woman who now works as a defence
attorney and by god she does it well. She has numerous high profile cases
behind her and a damn good winning streak when it comes to performing in court.
 
She makes us all laugh with her naughty party
tricks and the way she ensnares men.
 
We
know from previous experience she has more than enough notches scratched into
her queen sized bed post.
 
Our lunch
dates have been constantly about Helen’s recent victim and how much she was
able to come. More importantly she loves comparing notes on length and
girth.
 
Christ if going by Helen’s well
documented notes on the male manhood then I have been doing it all wrong, and
she apparently has no gag reflex and happily swallows whatever is put her way!

         
All
the girls walk over to the bar to where Helen is standing in her altered hen
night attire, a skirt that is more like a belt if I’m honest and her black tank
top has been made into a very revealing crop top that makes her large tits
basically hang out.
 
Naturally she is
surrounded by hoards of admiring men no doubt hoping to cop a feel.
 
She has the Heineken sitting on the bar top,
draining the beer out of it slowly and dare I say seductively. I glance around
the bar and can see a few of the men adjusting themselves in their pants as her
lips suck around the beer bottle.

She finally drains
the contents of the beer and gently places it on the bar top.
 
I am actually dreading to think what Helen’s
new party trick is, the last one was interesting to say the least, what that
girl can do with a butt plug is beyond me.
 
 

         
Helen
starts speaking softly to her audience.

 
“Well guys and girls I bet you can’t wait to
see what I have up my sleeve for my next trick.” An empty beer bottle, Christ
knows.
 
“I am going to sit over in that
corner and everyone can
come
watch.”

 
Watch? Why does she say that like we are going
to get a kick out of it?
 
She sits in the
plush chair and while the bar man goes to the back room she rolls up her non-existent
skirt and by god she is panty-less. This woman of ours really has no
inhibitions at all! The guys are all groaning around me and they all adjust
themselves unmercifully, oh lord they must be in agony just now.
 
Me
and the other
girls roll our eyes; this is Helen at her best.
 
She takes the bottle of Heineken and gently licks the mouth of the beer
bottle and slowly circles her clit no doubt to get herself wet.
 
We are all part of the Helen Tate sex show,
she slowly enters the beer into her vagina, and slowly circles it around and
around no doubt getting it into a comfortable position.
 
She starts to moan loudly almost in unison
with the guys at the side of me.
 
Jesus
Christ this woman has no shame at all but I can’t help laughing, she is freaking
hilarious.
 
She has the bottle almost the
whole way in.

“Fuck, it’s the first
time I have had something green in me, do ya think this is what it feels like
to fuck an alien?” We all burst out laughing. Yes that’s Helen’s sense of
humour all right.
 

         
I
happen to turn around and look into the back corner of the bar and spot the
three strippers getting ready to head off and I lock eyes with that sexual cop.
He smiles slightly, but it’s his eyes that say more to me than his smile. Yes I
am definitely attracted to him. Wait, attraction seems too tame a word for what
I feel; I want to fuck him into next week. The three strippers head out of the
door as I hear the eruption of laughter back at where Helen is.
 
I turn around and a guy is lying on the floor
in agony and I ask Helen what happened.

“Well I was in the throes of pleasure with the
bottle neck deep and I had the sudden urge to let out a lady fart and the
bottle catapulted out of me into the guys leg!”
 

“Oh….My…..God” I say in gasps of breath, I cannot
stop laughing. I knew this would be a night to remember!

           
I wake up the next morning and by
fuck, I have the worst hangover known to man, it seems I also went to bed with
last night’s clothes on also.
 
What a tramp.
I ease myself out of bed
and head to the bathroom to inspect the damage.
 
God I wished I hadn’t of bothered, make-up streamed all over my face and
hair in every direction apart from the direction
its
meant to be in.
 
I strip last night’s
clothes off and head into the shower rinsing the feeling of roughness
away.
 
It is then I stop and think about
that sexy hunk of a man that has me all tangled up. The sexual tension between
us could
of
powered the whole of America last night,
not only did I feel it but he did too.
 
The
way he looked at me, the way I touched him and how his muscles felt under my
touch. He was rock solid, strong and powerful and I wanted his lean-ness on top
of me, controlling me to the point of earth shattering orgasm.