Carol was with her best friend Sarah, sharing a lunchtime glass of wine.
"It'll be fun, Carol," Sarah urged, not really understanding her friend's apparent reticence.
"I don't know..."
"I'm telling you the guy they got is supposed to be really good. You know," Sarah said holding her hands an exaggerated eighteen inches apart, "really good." Both women burst into giggles.
What Sarah didn't understand was that Carol's reluctance to attend the hen party had nothing to do with the fact that there would be a male stripper performing. Just the opposite in fact. She was worried about what she might do given alcohol and proximity to young cock. After all, none of her friends knew about her secret life.
"I suppose so," she said trying to sound far less excited than she felt.
It had been months since Carol had last seen Blaine, last played with his hard young cock. Perhaps a few wanks on a beautiful dick wouldn't be so bad. Plus a white boy didn't present the danger of Carol humiliating herself in front of her friends like a black one did.
"That's the spirit!" said Sarah
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First of all, he arrived late, giving Carol time to consume two additional drinks. That left her in that wonderfully buzzed condition where she thought nothing can harm her until...
Everyone gasped when he took the stage. His body was unbelievable clothed and became more and more incredible with every sleek movement and every item discarded. The fact that he was such a young black god excited every woman present...but not the way Carol was excited.
When he finished the first part of his act, he wore a single garment, a thin thong that encased an enormous bulge both concealing and displaying the underlying genitalia as he strode among the party goers, letting the lusty women grope his muscular chest, abdominals, and buttocks while stuffing bills into his crotch.
As he scanned the room, his eyes locked onto Carol's and she knew he knew. He walked everywhere except where she was. Occasionally, he would look in Carol's direction and hold her flushed gaze. He was teasing her and she knew it, as she felt her body reacting under her clothes.
Her three friends didn't realise though and they hooted and hollered trying to get him to come to their table. And finally, he was there and the others grabbed anything they could get hold of while Carol sat demurely and red faced. When they had finished their fun for the moment, the black stripper stepped in front of Carol.
The entire room became quiet as that magnificent bulge hung just inches from her face. Carol realised her breathing had all but stopped. He reached out a hand and stroked her blonde hair as if she were his pet. Somehow Carol managed to find the strength to lift her hand and tuck a twenty-pound note into his pouch.
The tension was broken when the music blared loudly again. He moved away undulating his crotch in a variety of pretty faces before he took the hand of a gorgeous brunette and led her onstage. She sat on a folding chair while he unfolded a large white towel. Holding it in front of her, he stepped closer and exaggeratedly pistoned his hips at her face leaving the audience to wonder what she was doing behind the towel.
A bright spotlight behind the couple went on and they could be seen in silhouette. He yanked down the front of the thong. Something long and fat flopped out. He twirled it around her face while the women in the audience hooted and catcalled. The pouch was restored, the light was doused, and the towel was dropped.
He helped her to her feet, offered her a quick kiss on the lips, and danced off to other females and groups. Everybody around the returning woman had one question: Was it REAL?!?!
His act escalated. He began dropping the towel before tucking himself completely away letting the ladies glimpse the monumental proportions of his flaccid cock.
"See," Sarah shouted into Carol's ear so she could hear over the screams of the crowd when they saw flashes of that delicious black dick, "I told you he was really good."
The dancer snaked his way through the crowd offering peeks at the biggest dick anyone there, except Carol, had ever seen. Soft white hands grabbed it and soft pink lips kissed it. Even as he displayed himself to the rowdy throng of excited admirers, his eyes kept finding Carol's. He invited others on stage and showed the silhouette of eager women touching him, mouthing him.
Then he was back and he stood before Carol again. She blushed and others cheered. He removed his thong and stood before her completely naked. A chant went up, started by Sarah, "Carol, Carol, Carol."
He held out his hand. She blushed deeply and covered her face with her hands. The chant continued until her desires overcame her and she placed her hand in his and let him lead her on stage.
Carol moved to sit in the chair but he pulled it away making her kneel for him instead. The towel went up and he placed his hand on her head. The only semblance of restraint she had left was because she wasn't sure what she'd be permitted to do to him.
"Suck it," she heard him say softly.
That was all the encouragement she needed. Her small hand went to that lovely dick just ahead of her mature lips. He quickly became hard and the light went on. She knew everyone could see as her mouth closed over the head of his black cock but Carol couldn't stop herself. She knew Sarah...and Julie...and Helen, the rest of the gang of 4 could see the outline of her fellating that sinful black dick and she didn't care. She was being humiliated by her lack of willpower but that was something to be dealt with later.
The towel dropped and the audience screamed at the tops of its lungs. There was no pretense now. All could see Carol feverishly sucking that wonderful dick. She made no attempt to cease what she was doing.
Rhythmic clapping began timed to that young, hung, black dancer's thrusts into her mouth. The thrusts quickened as did the clapping. Carol knew it was going to happen. She felt his cock swell and pulse in her mouth. She knew her friends were going to see her take this beautiful, black stud's load. Carol was ashamed and so, so hot at the same time.
She wanted the black cock cum urgently, frantically, and desperately. She was so happy he'd chosen her. How many others clapping and calling secretly wished they could trade places with her so they would get his cum? Out of the corner of Carol's eye, she saw several women pawing at their tits as they watched the lewd show she was performing.
Then it happened! But instead of shooting it in her mouth, he pulled out and sprayed Carol's face with jet after jet of scalding hot semen. Ropes of sticky cum landed everywhere on her face and blouse. The roar of the applause was deafening.
When the spurting stopped the towel was raised again affording her a moment of dignity as he helped her to her feet. He held the towel in front of her face and stared at her cummy face, a mess he'd caused, for a moment.
"I knew you'd be the one," he told her behind the anonymity of the towel. Even the spotlight was off. "You do that, don't you? You suck cock."
Carol's eyes were downcast, afraid to look into the eyes of this young man who understood her so well.
"I knew it when I first saw you." he said.
The towel was dropped and the audience cheered. Carol blushed red as a beet as she walked back to her seat her clothing covered in cum.
"My god, Carol," Sarah breathed, "what got into you?"
Sarah could talk of little else in the days after the strip show.
"What made you do it?" she asked Carol half a dozen times.
