by Gianni Shamari

The annual GoodFella$ magazine’s Christmas party was in full swing at the stylish waterfront Brookfield Place in lower Manhattan. The upbeat tempo and roller-rink vibe of Kurtis Blow’s “Christmas Rappin’” blended smoothly with the laughter and energy of the crowd. More than two-hundred elegantly clothed sex symbols danced and drank beneath the bright lights of the chandeliers. Dressed in a my red/white GoodFella$ Christmas sweater that included 50 carats in diamonds and 250 grams of platinum and matching Santa hat, I smiled and bopped my head as I observed the merry throng.

“The fly and sexy came out to party tonight!” I said. “My party is lit!”

The Christmas party felt like the hottest event of the holiday season with all the female porn stars, webcam girls, and hip socialites dancing dirty and mingling. Champagne was flowing and the music kept the positive mood going. This was one of those celebrations that my guests would bragged about ten years from now. No doubt, I achieved an elegant ambiance.

“Nature Boy!” A young woman shouted, and I turned, still grooving to the rhythm, to find myself face-to-face with Monica and her lover, Samantha.

“The Predator!” I said, as I kissed her on the cheek. “I’m happy to see you and Samantha here. Are y’all having a great time?”

“Yes, what a turnout!” Monica expressed. “This Christmas party is amazing and the venue is perfect. I can see the Statue of Liberty from here!”

“You must have all the sexiest porn stars here.” Samantha glanced around.

“I set the bar very high tonight.” I smiled. “I want this to be the greatest Christmas party in New York history!”

“And you’re definitely succeeding.” Monica acknowledged. “Samantha and I are taking porn star Jenna Ivory home tonight. I am going to make her fantasy a reality.”

“Nice.” I responded. “I hope this exotic beauty named Jisel shows up. I already have everything set up for us tonight. Any plans for the holiday season?”

“We’re going to be in Paris for Christmas and the New Year!” Monica answered.

“Really?” I was shocked. “After the recent terrorist attack, out there? Wow, y’all brave. Paris is not so alluring to me right now because of those extremists.”

“We’re not worrying about that. We’re good.” Monica assured.

“I’m quite sure the airport will be filled with a hundred armed officers.” Samantha added.

“Be safe, alert and have a great time out there. Take a hundred pictures.” I told them.

“Thanks. Well, we’re going to take our platinum-blonde porn star home now. Bye.” Monica waved and wrapped her arms around Samantha. “I’ll text you.”

They turned away and began making their way down the escalator. Porn star Jenna Ivory embraced them. Then all three of them left the party together.

While I was taking a sip of champagne, I scanned the large area to see if Jisel was present. Finally, I noticed a short, dark-haired exotic-looking woman dolled up in a dark red dress and Santa hat. It was nude model Jisel Lynn. She looked sexy and enchanting dancing solo to the side. I watched as she slowly gazed at my direction and flashed me a sultry smile.

I moved smoothly between the energetic crowd on the dance floor with a swagger that caught everyone’s attention. As I was getting closer to Jisel, I felt myself getting excited and aroused. I gulped the last of my champagne and set the glass on a nearby serving tray as I passed. “Santa Baby” by various hip-hop artists was blaring in the background. It seemed like Jisel was waiting for me as she was beaming.

“What’s up, Goddess?” I said to her.

Jisel smiled. “Hey, Happy Holidays! My name is Jisel.”

“Maré, the King of New York.” I responded.

“Oh, this is your party.” She jested. “I had no idea.”

“Stop playing, baby girl! You know who I am. I know you like me. I saw you looking.”

“Really?” Jisel chuckled. “How can you tell?”

“I see it in your eyes. Your eyes are twitching, baby girl!”

Jisel playfully hit me in the chest. “Oh, my God! You’re too much.”

“Keep it real, how good do I look?” I profiled for her. “You focused!”

Jisel burst out with laughter and then blushed. The playfulness and sensual touching she was doing convinced me she was down to do whatever. Going with the flow, Jisel passionately wormed her wet tongue into my mouth while my hand rubbed her pussy.

She pulled back and said, “Not here. Let’s go somewhere more private. You’re about to have me dripping all over the dance floor.”

I took Jisel by the hand and ushered her to a conference room that was a level above the party. The room was massive and sound proof. We kept the door lock and lights off for the darkness. The red lights in the hall gave us enough illumination to perceive the erotic demo.

“I want to get you out of that dress and fuck the naughty Christmas soul out of you.” I whispered.

Then I grabbed her red panties and jerked them off with a swift motion. Her body tingled with sexual energy. She was ready to be devour. I bent Jisel over the cold table, easing my cock into her ass, and began pounding away. We instantly developed a rhythm, which had the sensation of doggy style beyond exquisite. Jisel rocked back and forth while I pounded her with force.

“Oooh, yes!” Jisel screamed. “You’re hitting my spot!”

I squeezed her tits and pinched those dark erect nipples. Jisel pushed back against my thrusts as she rubbed her clit. Then it happened. Jisel trembled and had her first orgasm.

“Yes.” I sighed.

Jisel turned around, and looked at me with a total lust-filled stare and said, “I’m not done with you yet, King of New York! I need more of your cock. Give it to me.”

She sat on the edge of the table and spread her legs. I pulled my Christmas sweater and T-Shirt over my head and tossed them onto the table. The sight of my well-defined muscles seemed to make her wetter. Then Jisel signaled me to take her. I knelt between Jisel’s toned legs and licked the surface of her pussy. The sweet aroma of her pussy filled the room.

“Hmmm,” I sighed. “I want a taste of your holiday pussy. I love it!”

The smell of her pussy triggered me to worked my cunnilingus talent more. It was such a holiday joy sampling and tasting her pussy. I didn’t want to stop darting and dipping into her love hole. Jisel’s aroused secretion was fresh on my mouth and tongue.

“Yes, bae.” Jisel moaned as she parted her legs more.

I licked her clit a few times and then sucked on it. Now, I was ready to drill her pussy. I pulled my pants down and inserted my dick in her pussy and began moving in and out of her rhythmically. She was moaning and groaning passionately. I started thrusting deeper into her.

“Push it good!” She encouraged me.

Now, I was really putting all I had into fucking her writhing, twisting pussy. While she was squeezing my nipples, I put my hands on her damp boobs to maintained the fast pace.

“Baby girl, I don’t think I could stop. It is so good.” I expressed. “My cock loves this pussy.”

“No, don’t stop! I never want it to stop! Never!” She cried.

Then she began nodding. I felt her pussy coating my shaft with the juice. Jisel embraced me tightly. She was breathing heavily as an orgasm rocked her body hard. I stopped my pumping action to take the opportunity to catch my breath. The perspiration was racing down my back as I watched Jisel’s orgasm subsided.

“Ride me, baby.” I said.

Jisel climbed up my body and engulfed my dick with her hot dripping pussy. With her soft hands clutching my chest for leverage, she literally had me pinned to the table as she rode me with total abandon. Jisel plunged up and down with unrelenting force that the erotic sounds of our sweaty skin smacking echoed the room. It felt like the whole conference room throbbed to the rhythm of our holiday fucking.

“Oh, shit!” I groaned. “Yes, baby! Work that pussy!”

Jisel quicken the tempo. Her eyes were closed, mouth wide open, and I felt her moist buttocks quivered. The sex was intense that I knew we were moments away from a big sexual eruption.

“I am going to cum so hard.” She warned. “I’m cumming!”

“Cum, baby! I’m going to blast off too!”

That moment, Jisel bucked and shake her way to another intense orgasm as I ejaculated deep into her vibrating pussy. It was great. We were out of breath, but sexually satisfied.

“Merry Christmas.” I finally spoke.

Jisel looked down at me, smiled and replied, “Merry Christmas, Nature Boy! Now let’s get dress and go back to the party.”

We returned to the party like nothing happened. While we danced to “All I Want For Christmas Is You” by Mariah Carey, I was laughing to myself at the fact that Jisel’s pussy was filled with my cum. I saw drops of sex fluids on the floor where she had stood. Jisel gave me a quick kiss and then we took a selfie.



Gianni Shamari was born and raised in Harlem, New York. Gianni graduated from City College in 2009, received a Bachelors of Arts degree in English and Science with a minor in Creative Writing. Gianni always had a passion for writing since Elementary School. He had many composition books filled with stories about his favorite superheroes and video games. Gianni enjoys expressing freely on paper and sharing his ideas with the world. Writing is just a big part of Gianni's life. He made his publishing debut with the epic tale, "Another Best Erotic Night Of My Life" in the 2016 The Very Best of Bare Back Magazine anthology