The Bachelorette Party (Interracial Erotic Bundle) E-Book

Trevon Carter

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

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2016

Beschreibung

Debbie is looking to have a quiet bachelorette party but her friends, Laura, Jen, Joan and Shelly have something else in mind. Her four friends decide to take her out on a crazy night at a seedy male strip club, but as each of them see the powerful black strippers, the crazy night becomes an insatiable one! This bundle includes:

Debbie's Big Black Surprise by Jane Snow

Debbie's bachelorette party is here and her friends have quite the surprise for her! They all take her out, making her think she's going to go clubbing one last time, but instead, they head over to a quite seedy part of town. Her friends take her to a male strip club far on the outskirts of the city!

The group of girls head in to see massive, muscular men showing off their gleaming sexual bodies under blinking lights and thunderous roars of music. They meet one of the owners of the strip club, who invites them into a special room to celebrate Debbie's big party.

As the lights grow dim in the room they're in, Debbie and the others excitedly wait. When two big black strippers dressed as African tribesmen appear, the girls get a taste of what's to come... But as the final largest stripper shows up wearing a tight fitting spandex costume, they're left speechless.

Debbie's little party is about to become one amazing big black surprise!

Laura's Double Trouble by Jenna Powers

Laura and Joan have meticulously planned their friend, Debbie's, bachelorette party and start the night off with a bang at a strip club full of big black men. They watch as Debbie is toyed with by a massive black man but before things get hot and heavy, they're asked to leave the private room. Laura can't help but feel the heat between her legs spread rapidly through her as she's led out by one of the muscular strippers named Hammer.

Before Hammer leaves Laura and her friends at a table, she grabs his attention and asks if she can get a private show. Hammer nods and takes her off to a darkened section of the strip club where Laura can hear moans beneath the heavy music filling the club. He takes her into a small little alcove covered by a curtain and starts the private showing.

As Laura excitedly interacts with Hammer and his big black member, Joan and another stripper stumble into the alcove. The two are stunned at first, but they're faced with double trouble as the two big black strippers give them an amazing show!

Shelly, Jen and the Six Black Men by Trevon Carter

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!

The first ever bundling of stories by PEAR Stories!

Leseprobe

The Bachelorette Party

By Jane Snow, Jenna Powers and Trevon Carter

Table of Contents

Debbie’s Big Black Surprise

Laura’s Double Trouble

Shelly, Jen and the Six Black Men

About the Authors

Debbie’s Big Black Surprise

I brushed my hair while looking at myself in the mirror.  My makeup was lacking something, though I couldn't put my finger on it.  Maybe my lips were too red?  Or my cheeks too pink?  I wasn't sure what it was.

The doorbell rang and I plopped my brush down, taking one last look before heading out of the bathroom and out to the living room.  I could hear the excited chatter of my friends outside.  A smile crept up my lips as I opened the door, spreading my arms wide open.

"Hey girls!"  I yelled.

"Shelly!"  My redheaded friend, Donna greeted back happily as she rushed in and gave me a hug.

"I can't believe it!  Shelly, you're getting married!"  Laura, my blonde haired friend since high school exclaimed as she joined in on the hug.

"It's crazy, isn't it?!"  I yelled back in excitement.

Behind them were my other close friends, Joan and Jen.  They were sisters, almost identical except for the fact that they were a year apart.  Joan was a brunette, Jen used to be, but chose to die her hair jet black.  They rushed in smiling and carrying bags.

"Oh you shouldn't have!"  I said as I saw them.

"Please, you know you wanted this," Joan laughed.

We all made our way to my living room, all of us definitely overdressed in my house.  Even I was wearing a skimpy little white dress with long white stockings up to my knees.  Laura pulled out a tiara from one of the bags and gently placed it into my hair.

"You ready for tonight?"  She asked excitedly.

"I don't know guys... what did you have planned?"

"No way we're telling you," Shelly responded.

"Come on, get your heels, let's go!"  Jen said.

"Wait, we're leaving now?  Why'd we bring the bags in here?"  Joan asked.

"I don't know, I told you we should just leave them in the car," Jen replied.

The girls and I laughed as I slipped my feet into my white open toed heels.  They were my favorite, with little pink ribbons on the side along the edge of the six inch heel.  While not the most comfortable of my arsenal of heels, they were still my favorite.  The way they helped push my calves up and tighten my ass.  The extra height also didn't hurt.

Shelly opened the front door and we were out, heading towards Joan's large sedan.  She and her sister were still arguing about the bags as we waited for her to unlock the doors.

"Come on girls, enough with the bags, let's get a move on," Laura said, placing a hand to her hips and tapping her foot impatiently.

Joan opened the trunk and then unlocked the doors.  She and Jen plopped their bags into the trunk while I got in the backseat.  Laura and Shelly came in from opposite sides, sandwiching me in the backseat while Jen hopped in the front passenger seat.  Joan was last, fumbling with her keys as she started the car.

"You really should get a car with push button start," Jen said.

"Yeah?  You going to give me some money?"  Joan responded as the car purred to life.

"Where are we going?"  I asked again.

"You'll see," Shelly replied with a grin as she buckled her seatbelt.

The car swerved off, heading towards the downtown area.  Joan made a sharp turn down a road I had never been down, heading towards a bit more of a seedier neighborhood.  I was a little taken aback with where we were headed.

"Uh... girls?  Why are we headed towards the shady part of town?"  I inquired.

"Don't be so alarmed, we know what we're doing,." Jen replied.

The car jerked to the left, turning into a parking lot.  I breathed a small sigh of relief knowing that we didn't go too far into the shadier parts of town.  Joan parked the car in a well lit area and hopped out first.  The others soon followed and I cautiously stepped out, looking around the area.

It looked almost abandoned but there was a warehouse like building in front of us.  A dimly lit sign, gently buzzing as it tried to stay on let us know that the place was open twenty four hours.  I finally caught a sign that hung on the front of the building, tilted and barely lit.

"Johnson and Johnson's?"  I read.

"Come on, you're going to love it here," Joan said as she opened the trunk and pulled out the various bags she had carried into my house.  She tossed a couple to her sister.

As we neared the door, I could hear the loud thudding of music and bits of light as it shined through the crack beneath the door.  If it was a club, it was definitely not one I was familiar with.  Shelly opened the door and peaked inside before waving the rest of us in.

"What is this place?"  I asked/.

"Go on, the lucky bachelorette first," Laura responded as she giggled along with Shelly.

I carefully walked into the dimly lit room, my heels sticking to the dirty, grimy floor.  The loud thudding was now a thunderous boom, synching with the lights.  I caught my first glimpse of the inside and it definitely wasn't the type of club I would frequent.

"Wait, did you all bring me to a strip club?"  I asked, raising my voice due to the loud music.

"Not just any strip club!  It's great!  Come on!"  Laura exclaimed as she grabbed my wrist and pulled me along deeper into the dark, music filled room.

My eyes wandered, looking at the various stages in the center of the room.  There were cages with well built men inside wearing what looked like tribal gear.  Knee high pads of some sort with long tassels hanging on them.  Around their waist was a tiny little loincloth, barely hiding what was underneath.  The darkness helped to hide their members as they danced away, their faces painted with tribal designs.

"What in the world?"  I whispered to myself.

"Good evening ladies!"  A large black man in a deep blue suit greeted.

"We called a while back, a bachelorette party, not sure if you remember,": Laura greeted back, trying to shout over the music.

"Ah yes!  The lucky lady was... Debbie, wasn't it?"  The black man responded.

He had a strange dialect, a bit choppy as if English wasn't his first language.  Laura raised my arm and grinned at the black man, who I assumed was either the owner or manager.

"Here she is!"  Laura replied.

"Perfect, come, come, follow me," the black man said as he turned and headed towards the side of the room.

"Have you all been here before?"  I asked, leaning in towards Jen.

"A couple times to stake it out.  He's one of the owner's of the place.  His brother is the other owner," Jen replied.

I looked around, watching as a couple more woman poured into the room, sitting in rather luxurious couches or seats and whistling at the men as they danced in their cages.  It was a bit unsettling to say the least, but the room filled with high pitched screams as a large, extremely muscular black man burst onto the stage.  I gasped as I watched him strut out wearing similar tribal gear, but with a mask.  He was also wearing some sort of form fitting cloth that wrapped around what I could only guess was his member.

"That can't be real," I said, tapping Jen and pointing at the stripper.

"Yeah, it's probably a dildo he's got wearing beneath or something," Jen agreed as she peered over.  "Still, look at those muscles... yum," she continued.

I laughed and lightly smacked her on the shoulder.  Yet, my eyes couldn't look away, watching his glistening, oiled up body as it sparkled under the flashing lights.  He swung his hips around, his covered, supposed member, spinning in circles.

"You girls are lucky!  Tonight is Tribal Night!  Got the biggest boys coming out tonight," the black man in the suit said as he led them to a door.

"We get our own private room?"  I asked, astonished.

"You know it!"  Joan replied with a huge grin.

The black man led them into the deceptively large room.  It was much cleaner and much more well lit.  Along one side of the room was a nice long, semi-circular shaped couch.  Across from it were three circular shaped, elevated platforms.  The two to the side didn't have a pole but the one in the center did, a silver and gold pole that made its way all the way to the ceiling.

"Go on, sit, sit," the black man urged.

Shelly and Laura led me over to the couch and I plopped down right in the center, facing the center most elevated platform.  Jen and Joan sat on opposite edges of the couch.  The well dressed black man walked in front of us and spread open his arms.

"Welcome to Johnson and Johnson's, the best strip club dedicated to providing the best entertainment for women.  If there's a johnson out there that's large enough, we make sure to get them here," the black man said with a wink.

I couldn't help but let out a small chuckle at his horrible attempt at a joke.

"My name is Mo, and I'm the co-owner.  My brother is out working with a vendor currently but you might see him tonight.  He'll look like me, except with a gray suit.  Now, Debbie, you are our guest of honor here tonight.  Congratulations!"  Mo continued.

"Thank you," I replied.

"Oh, don't thank me yet," Mo replied with another wink.  "Now, imagine yourselves deep in the plains of Africa.  Lions, tigers, and all other predators out in the night," he started.  The lights turned off, causing us all to let out a startled yelp.

I could still hear the thundering bass coming from outside the room, but our own room remained rather silent.  There were footsteps that stomped around in front of us.  My heart began to race in anticipation.

"But fear not.  There are ancient tribes that will protect you!"  Mo's voice echoed.

He was definitely no longer in front of us.  Rather, it sounded as though his voice was coming from speakers throughout the room.  There was a loud thud, like a drum being hit hard, and a spotlight turned on, shining brightly at the two circular platforms on either side, the center still remaining dark.

"And after saving their women, these tribesmen like to pleasure their women..."  Mo paused for a moment.  "All.  Night.  Long."

I yelped as two big black men hopped up from behind the circular platforms and onto them.  They were both wearing the same knee high pads with tassels hanging off of them.  Around their beefy arms were more tassels while their massive chests and washboard abs remained in clear view.  They wore what looked like belts made of fur with giant leaves hanging around, covering their lower body down to their thighs.

Music began to flood the room as the men began to dance.  Each time they thrust their hips, I could see that they too were wearing the form fitting cloth wraps that covered their impressive members... if they were real that is.  One of them hopped off the platform and made his way towards us, his movements like that of a predator, his shoulders sliding up and down as he walked.  Both men were wearing tribal masks of some sort, hiding their faces.

"Are you ready to be pleasured all night long?!"  Mo's voice roared.

"Yeah!"  Shelly yelled as she raised her arm and gave my arm a squeeze.

The others and I joined in, squealing in anticipation as the black man closed the gap between us.  He danced extremely close to me, doing a wave and letting me get a nice, good, close up view of his abs as he flexed them.  I had never seen such a well built man up close before.  It was as if he had jumped out of the pages of a magazine, his glistening ebony skin mere inches from my face.

He pushed apart the giant leaves that covered his crotch, giving me a straight on view of his cloth wrapped member.  I pulled back slightly, stunned as I could clearly see the base of his manhood before the cloth covered it.  There definitely didn't appear to be a break of any sort where his shaft continued down, so it couldn't have been a dildo or anything else stuffed in.

"Oh my God, it's real!"  I yelped as I leaned towards Jen.

"No it's not!"  Jen laughed as she waved her hand at me.

The black stripper placed his hands on his waist and began to rotate his hips, letting his long, thick member spin in circles.  Each time it circled up, I could see his enormous black balls bouncing around with his movements.  I wanted to reach out and feel the shaft to confirm whether or not it was real.

The stripper grinned and pulled away, heading back to his circular platform.  The minute he hopped on, the lights turned out again.  I blinked several times, trying to see if I could potentially catch any movements. 

"But...  In the plains of Africa, there lies a beast that even these powerful tribesman don't dare oppose..."  Mo started, his voice hushed.  "But here...  Before your very eyes..."  He continued.

The music paused for a moment, replaced with a constant drumming that slowly built up.  As the sounds echoed louder and louder, the lights began to flash above us.  After another pause, the spotlight beamed down the center platform.  High atop the pole was a man in a rather cheap looking lion costume.

He slowly slid down, his legs spread wide as he flipped backwards and continued to slide.  About halfway, he released the pole and flipped onto the stage.  I covered my mouth in surprise, worried that he might possibly injure himself.

His powerful thighs easily softened his landing and he turned to face us.  He was wearing a cheesy lion mask and was in a tan body suit, made of spandex, that clung tightly onto his body.  A dark brown bit of fur was around his neck, that I assumed was supposed to be his mane.  Another patch of fur was around his crotch, covering the nice thick bulge that tried to hide beneath.

"Do not be fooled by his appearance!  For when the moon shines upon him, he becomes something more than just a beast in the night..."  Mo continued, his voice trailing off as the music grew louder.

The stripped grabbed the fur around his neck and pulled it off, tossing it at me as he unzipped the front of his suit.  It was definitely cheesy watching him unzip but I gasped as he pulled his suit off.  He looked like a man that had been perfectly chiseled in dark marble.  His skin was dark brown, like chocolate, and silky smooth.

He was also immense, his muscles bulging in places that I didn't know could have muscles.  As his suit was pulled off his legs, I couldn't help but look down at his crotch.  Only a tiny little thong held in his obvious large member.  It looked like it was bent in half, with his shaft facing down to the halfway point before pulling back up to the waistband of his thong.  He swung his hips left and right as he made his way closer towards us.

"Okay, now that's obvious fake!  Look at that!"  Jen laughed.

I stared at the stripper's crotch, trying to see if it truly was fake or real.  He made his way closer, his crotch mere inches away from me as he began to do a little wave with his abs.  It was actually quite the impressive sight.  He pulled out a small bottle of oil from somewhere and began to pour it on his chest.  Afterwards, he reached out and pulled me off the couch.

"Rub it," he ordered.

"Oh, the lion can talk!"  I laughed as I turned to the girls.

"Go on!  Rub that oil in!"  Shelly cheered.

The others hollered in approval as I turned my attention back to the stripper.  My hands trembled as they slowly descended on his massive gleaming chest.  I couldn't believe what I was about to do.  Once my fingers landed on his powerful body, I could help but bite my lower lip with anticipation.

My palms slowly rubbed the oil along his silky smooth chocolate skin.  I could hear my heart thumping loudly in tune with the drums of the music.  He gently placed his hands on my wrists and helped guide them down lower towards his abs.  Each ridge made my hands tremble as he gently nudged my hands further down until I was at the base of his massive, probably fake, member.

"Take a peek," he said as my fingers lingered right on the edges of his thong.

"No way!"  I yelped, yet my hands remained.

"Yeah Debbie!  Be sure to step back when you do though!"  Jen cheered.

I gulped and gently wrapped the tips of my fingers around the tiny string waistband of his thong.  My heart fluttered as I debated on whether not to pull the thin piece of fabric back.  There was no way the package that was hidden beneath the thong was real, it had to be a dildo or at the very least a sock, but I wondered... what if it was real?

After taking a deep breath, I pulled, peeling the thong away and closed my eyes as I lowered it.  I could hear the girls behind me grow silent.  A few seconds passed and I opened my eyes.  OH MY GOD!

I had accidentally pulled the thong down too far, his massive member popped out in full view.  It swung back and forth, so close to my hands that I could feel the heat emanating off the shaft.  My eyes couldn't look away as my hands trembled wildly.

He gently pulled my hands away by the wrists before helping me get back to my spot on the couch.  The girls were just as speechless, their eyes locked onto his big black cock.  He grabbed his thong and I thought he was going to pull it back up.  Much to my enjoyment, he ripped it right off and tossed it aside.

He began to dance again as he got close.  His first target was Jen on the far edge of the couch.  She had a hand over her mouth as she stared in stunned silence.  The stripper masterfully rotated his hips, allowing his member to spin in circles right around Jen's nose.  He had definitely done this before, his cock twirling around near her nose but not touching her.

"Still think its fake?"  The stripper laughed.

I could only stare in wonderment as Jen pulled back in surprise.  The stripper thrust his hips, letting his big black rod swing up and hit above his belly button.  His massive black, cleanly shaven balls swung up with his shaft before swinging right back down.

"Oh my..."  I whispered.

He made his way to the left, causing Shelly to pull back in shock.  I could see she was just as stunned as I was.  The stripper did a similar move near her, spinning his cock in circles right in front of her face.

"Next up, our bachelorette!"  Mo's voice echoed.

The girls, except Shelly, all screamed in approval as he approached me.  He placed his hands on his hips and thrust, letting his member bounce up and down mere inches from my face.  I could smell his musky scent with a touch of sweetness, like cocoa butter.

I could see that his smooth shaft was actually a bit more bumpier than I thought, with one thick vein that ran down the center of his shaft.  It wasn't only the length that was surprising, up close, the sheer girth of his member was stunning.  I even wondered if his manhood could stand erect.

That particular question was answered quickly as he grabbed the base of his cock and began to stroke his shaft.  It began to grow rigid, hardening in his hand right before my eyes.  I gasped and covered my mouth with the back of my hand.

"Holy shit," Laura uttered from beside me as she leaned in towards the stripper to get a better look.

As the stripper stroked his shaft, i [...]