All of the girls — Nkechi included — gasped at the sight of my freed cock, in all of its glory. And I have to say, this was as glorious as it had ever looked. It was bigger and harder than I even knew it was capable of getting, and it stood at full attention. You could have hung a coat on it. Amara, normally the quiet type, said “oh my god…I didn’t know they got that big.”
Iyabo laughed and said “Nkechi, you’re such a lucky girl.”
Thankfully, I was wearing a mask so no one could see the momentary look of panic on my face as I wondered if Iyabo knew it was me. Nkechi, however, was not wearing a mask and had a similar look on her face. Thankfully, Iyabo continued, “Your first stripper and you get this guy? Trust me they are not all big like this. Good lord.”
Nkechi’s face quickly transitioned from a look of panic to one of understanding and she smiled and laughed. Just about then, Soso ended and a new song began. It was another one of the chill Nigerian songs.
As I resumed dancing, my cock flopping around with every movement, it occurred to me that I didn’t know what my exit strategy was here. There were a lot of songs left on the playlist, but now that I was completely naked, how long did they expect me to continue dancing? How long could this continue without becoming monotonous and awkward?
As it turns out, those concerns were unfounded.
Not wanting to just stand in one place, I began working my way around the room again. This time I started by approaching Amara, who I figured was the least likely to cause any trouble. Like the others, she was clearly very intoxicated, but she behaved herself.
She just seemed transfixed, almost hypnotized, by my cock; her eyes were locked on it the whole time. As I danced in front of her, I couldn’t help but notice the view.
Her blouse was extremely low cut, the kind where the split began almost below the breast level and you could see some amount of “side boob” even under normal conditions.
But I was standing right above her, and she was completely oblivious to the view she was giving me. I could see straight down her shirt, including almost the entirety of her right breast, nipple and all; she was not wearing a bra. It was incredible.
When I couldn’t justify standing there any longer, I moved on to Iyabo with some amount of trepidation. That trepidation turned out to be justified. Iyabo had a look on her face not unlike the one I recognized on Nkechi’s a few minutes earlier. She seemed very turned on. She couldn’t control herself within seconds of me dancing in front of her. She reached out and grasped my cock with one hand and gently cupped my balls with the other.
She began stroking my cock with the skill of someone who had a lot of practice. It was an incredible sensation. By that point, I was beyond turned on. I immediately looked to my right to see how Nkechi was reacting. She had that same horny look she had before, but again did not make eye contact with me and did nothing to indicate that she wanted me to pull away. I had no idea what to make of that.
Every part of me wanted to let Iyabo continue what she was doing, but eventually, using every ounce of my willpower, I pulled away. I can’t even remember if I followed up with the finger wag or whether I just moved on.
Nkechi was the next up, so I moved back in front of her. My mind was reeling by this point and I didn’t know what she wanted me to do. I was rapidly losing my ability to think clearly, and I’m sure Nkechi was in the same boat.
I was in front of her for no more than 10-15 seconds before her hand was out again. Like Iyabo a moment before, she grasped my cock with her right hand but with the other, she grabbed my ass. She began to stroke my cock.
I was in absolute heaven and was beyond the point of trying to figure out what to do next, especially with Fola being next in line. So I just stood there, swaying slightly to the song’s rhythm, letting her stroke me. I was almost in a trance myself and had stopped paying attention to anything other than what my fiancee was doing to me.
Vaguely, via my peripheral vision, I was aware that there was some movement. Someone had gotten up from their seat and moved across the room, but it wasn’t until Fola came up behind Nkechi that I realized it was her.
I have no idea how long Nkechi had been stroking my cock at that point, but it was certainly much longer than I had allowed Iyabo to do it. When Fola appeared behind the couch, I was startled out of my trance, but Nkechi wasn’t; she had no idea Fola was there.
At that point I saw what Fola had in her hand. She had grabbed a red can of whipped cream from the kitchenette area. Before I had time to really process what was happening, she leaned over Nkechi’s back, startling her and causing her to withdraw her hand in confusion.
Fola reached out toward my cock and pressed down on the tip of the can. A jet of whipped cream shot out and landed on the upper shaft of my cock, creating a line of whipped cream extending up to the tip. Fola smiled and said, “Time for dessert, Nkechi!”
Iyabo hollered in amusement and Amara gasped. Nkechi went wide-eyed with shock and just stared at my cock. There were about five long seconds where I wasn’t sure what was going to happen and wondered if I needed to back away and put a stop to everything.
But before I had time to complete my thought process, Nkechi leaned in, put both of her hands on the base of my cock, and began to lick the whipped cream off of the tip. I couldn’t believe what was happening. I was unbelievably turned on. Every time her tongue touched my cock, powerful waves of pleasure coursed through me.
Once she had removed about half of the whipped cream with her tongue, she took the entire top of my cock into her mouth. When she did that, Iyabo and Fola both hooted and clapped. I looked over at Amara, and she sat there slack-jawed, staring, no doubt stunned at what her best friend was doing.
As Nkechi knew full well from experience, there was no way to get the entire length of my cock into her mouth, which was probably why she very infrequently gave me blow jobs. But when she did, she was quite good at it. She would use her mouth on the upper part of my cock and her hands on the lower part, which is exactly what she started doing in front of her friends.
At this point, whatever plans we had agreed on had gone out the window. I was in a state of hyperarousal and did not have nearly the willpower needed to unilaterally pull away from what was happening. If someone was going to put a stop to this, it was going to have to be Nkechi.
But she had my cock in her mouth and didn’t show any signs of relenting.
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