Shelly, Jen and the Six Black Men (The Bachelorette Party, #3) E-Book

Trevon Carter

• Herausgeber: PEAR Stories
• Kategorie: Erotik
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2016

Beschreibung

Shelly and Jen nervously left their bachelorette friend, Debbie with a massive black man to have a private strip show. As they were led off, Jen's sister Joan, and their friend Laura both disappeared to the back of the club. Shelly and Jen are left to handle themselves as a tall, athletic black stripper, named Jordan, helps them to another room.

The two ladies are treated to a show of their own as three stocky, well built black men dressed as African tribesmen enter the room. Another set of black men enter, almost the exact opposite, tall, lean and muscular, wearing jerseys and dressed as basketball players.

The six big black men surround the two ladies and each give a different performance, showing off their rather impressive rods. When Jordan pulls out a blindfold and has Shelly and Jen interact with an exciting game to "guess the member", things start getting hotter... and wetter!

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Shelly, Jen and the Six Black Men

The Bachelorette Party Part 3

By Trevon Carter

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Shelly, Jen and the Six Black Men (The Bachelorette Party, #3)

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Shelly nervously looked back worriedly at her friend Debbie, the main guest of their bachelorette party, as she sat blindfolded on a velvety couch.  A well built black stripper was grinning, one of their gag gifts, a large black dildo in his hand.  Laura, another friend who had helped organize the event tapped her on the arm.

"Come on, let's go," she said.

"Do you think this is safe?"  Shelly asked.

"Oh, I'm sure she'll be fine.  She even said she's good," Laura replied.

"It's just...  I don't know... I mean, they're... you know..."  Shelly whispered.

"What?  Strippers?"  Laura inquired.

"Well yeah that, but she's also going to be alone with... well... a black man," Shelly replied, keeping her voice hushed.

"What?  Don't be absurd, come on, let's go.  Can't believe that in this day and age you would say such a thing," Laura replied as she gently shoved Shelly out of the room, taking one last look at the big black stripper and giving him a wink before following two other strippers leading the way.

Shelly's face grew red with embarrassment as she followed Jen and Joan.  They were sisters and also close friends with Debbie. Laura and herself.  The two muscular strippers leading the way had strange names, Pounder and Hammer, which Shelly guessed were stage names.  They made their way through a maze of people and tables in the dark club.

"Sup my nigga!"  Another black man said as he paused and bumped fists with Hammer.

"Yo dawg, wassup.  We still hitting the gym later?"  Pounder asked.

"Fuck yeah man, gotta get my pumps in," the other man responded as he flexed his arms.

Shelly bit her lower lip as she saw his entire body flex, hardening before her eyes.  His ebony skin glistened as if he had baby oil spread all over him.  He looked over at her and grinned, his bright white teeth contrasting with his dark brown lips.

"Special guest?"  He asked as he extended his hand to Shelly.

"Yeah, bachelorette party," Pounder responded.

The other black man grabbed Shelly's hand, lifted it and gave her hand a small kiss.  "You the lucky bachelorette?"  He inquired.

"Oh no, not me, my friend, she's over in that other room," Shelly said as she turned and pointed to the back from where they came from.

"Oh... the room," the other black man said with a smirk.

Shelly paused as she stared behind her.  Both Laura and Hammer were not behind her.  She squinted, trying to see if she could see if they were farther back in the dark club.  "Wait... where did Laura go?"

Joan turned and looked over Shelly's shoulder.  "Laura disappeared?"  She inquired.

"Well yeah, she and Hammer aren't behind me," Shelly responded.

"Oh jeez, she's always doing this," Joan groaned as she made her way past Shelly.

"Where are you going?"  Shelly asked, reaching up to grab her friend's arm.

Jen was soon clustered with them.  "What's going on?"

"Laura went off and disappeared again.  I'm going to go find her," Joan replied.

"How are you going to find us?"  Shelly asked.

"Seriously?  You both have phones right?"

"We can barely hear what you're shouting right now," Shelly responded.

"Why don't I help you find your friend?  This gentleman here," Pounder interjected as he placed his hand on the other black man's broad shoulder.  "He can lead you to where we planned on taking you.  You two can even start that special show early," Pounder continued as he looked at Shelly and Jen.

"I don't know about this..."  Shelly replied worriedly.

"Oh come on, live a little.  It'll be fine," Joan replied.

"Nothing to worry about with us.  My name's Jordan by the way," the other black man introduced.

"Wow, and actual name!  I'm surprised it wasn't Nail or Jack Hammer," Jen laughed. 

"Well actually, Hammer used to be Sledge and I was Jack.  We were the Hammer brothas," Jordan joked.

Shelly shook her head but couldn't help but smile and loosen up a little.  She watched as Pounder led Joan through the crowd and towards the back of the dark club.  Jordan bowed slightly and then began leading Jen and Shelly in the other direction, to the other side.  Shelly couldn't help but occasionally glance up on the stage to see various men dancing and stripping, revealing their chiseled bodies.

"Amazing," she whispered to herself as she followed along closely behind Jen and Jordan.

"How big is this place?"  Jen asked.

"Pretty damn big.  Used to be an old warehouse or garage or something before Mo and his brother took over," Jordan replied as he turned to the left.

His massive frame towered over them and Shelly looked down at his firm ass cheeks.  She just realized that he was only wearing a skimpy thong, and she see the outline of his thong covered member from behind, bulging down between his legs.  Shelly gasped and covered her mouth with the back of her hand as she saw it.  At this point, after seeing the other black men in the other room, she knew it couldn't have been fake.

"All right ladies, come on in," Jordan said as he opened a door to the side of the club.

"By the way, what are you supposed to be?  You're not dressing up for the night?"  Jen inquired before she stepped past him.

"Just finished up, but I'm thinking with this on, I'm a body builder," Jordan replied.

"Quick on your feet," Jen said with a smirk as she walked in the room.

Shelly followed along nervously into the dark room.  It was very dimly lit, a couple of small night lights in the wall providing just enough vision for the two to make their way to yet another soft couch.  Jen sat first, smiling at Shelly and motioning for her to sit.

"You have nothing to worry about," Jen assured.

As soon as Shelly sat down, the lights dimmed further.  She could barely see the outline of Jordan as he walked away to the other side of the room.  Jen tapped Shelly on the thigh, trying to keep her calm as loud bass filled music echoed within the room.  A spotli [...]