He was a male dancer and stripper. He only did private parties right there in Hollywood. On his website he had many photos of different parties he had... done but also his pictures showing him in a banana sling and also nude. His stage name was Big Ben and the nude pictures left no imagination as to why. He was long and thick. A perfect stripper body. The rich women he did private parties for had lots of money and they loved a sexy stripper. The wilder the better. Last month he did a party for. I had reached for a test tube to get the number written on its side, my sleeve caught on the tray, and pulled it onto my lap and upset the whole batch onto me. I sprang up, cursing and brushing the goop off my pants. I think that that was where I was infected. Through my hands.Well, it was a only a few steps to the shower. I pulled the chain and the water came on. I rinsed the stuff off, stripped off my clothes and threw them into the contaminated bin that is next to the emergency shower. Then. I hear your thick voice, close to my right ear as you caress the back of my neck in a proprietary way, like I?ve been a well behaved dog or something.?Well done, my eager, cock-loving little slut,? you taunt triumphantly. ?Only weeks ago you were bitching about how you were a man, how you wouldn?t submit, how I couldn?t make you? you continue, before you pause, taking my chin firmly between your fingers and tilting my face upwards to look me straight in the eyes.?Well, with an appetite for cock. Deliciously wet already. You are a little slut, aren't you?" he said, feigning surprise in his voice as she moaned and squirmed against his hand, panting into the bed as she struggled to get more pressure against her entrance and clit. "Pleeeeease, baby... please, I beg you..." she whined as he moved his hand from her, a soft slurping sound indicating he was licking her off his fingers with a soft approving grunt before she felt the hot head of his cock against her aching pussy. With a deep.