August 2020

 



The crowd, the energy and Dr. Dre’s “Nuthin’ but a ‘G’ Thang” blaring was intoxicating at my East Hampton mansion. I threw an exclusive ‘90s hip-hop themed party and I was grooving the night away with sounds from the golden era of hip-hop surrounded by porn stars, nude models, and erotic writers. There was a sea of beautiful people clad in popular ‘90s fashion such as Cross Colours, Karl Kani, Tommy Hilfiger, Nautica and Coogi. The ‘90s photo backdrops that covered the walls really took us back to our younger years. The ‘90s nostalgia was epic!

Clad in my short-sleeved vintage multicolored Tommy Hilfiger shirt, baggy Nautica denim jeans, and Air Jordan XIV sneakers, I was in high spirits dancing with Monica to the blaring rhythm of Bell Biv DeVoe’s “Poison”. Monica rocked a black bandanna, black and white plaid button-down flannel accompanied with blue jeans and matching Converse All Stars sneakers. She moved up and down and around my body, demonstrating she could dance with the best of them. I was showing off my latest dance moves that impressed her. It looked like we had been dancing together for years.

“I like this!” Monica said.

“I didn’t know you like New jack swing music!” I smiled at her.

“I like any music with a banging up-tempo beat!” Monica confirmed.

We both laughed as Monica continued swaying to the music. After getting our groove on to Black Sheep’s “The Choice Is Yours” and A Tribe Called Quest’s “Award Tour”, Monica’s busty blonde girlfriend, Samantha, slipped between us clad in yellow overalls, tinted shades, and a Gap cap.

“Can I dance with my girl now, Maré? You already had your time!” Samantha jested.

“Of course,  go ahead and dance with ‘Ruby Rose’, baby girl!” I replied.

“Thanks!” Samantha chuckled.

I walked off the dance floor and grabbed a bottle of Moët. Then I stood against the wall sucking in the atmosphere. I surveyed the area and noticed a familiar face. It was adult film star, Harley Dean. She was a tall, light brown skinned beauty with Asiatic eyes, smooth black hair and a wicked smile. Dressed in a vintage ‘90s Tommy Hilfiger spell out color block rap jeans and matching retro Tommy Hilfiger crop top, Harley Dean looked like the sexy tomboy aching to be fucked. I watched as she slipped inside one of the bathrooms upstairs. After she closed the door, I slowly eased up beside the door and put my ear to it.

“Oh, my God! Yeah! Oh, yes!” Harley Dean moaned loudly with pleasure. Then she breathed languidly. “My pussy needs a good pounding.”

Clearly, she was masturbating. I felt my dick growing rapidly, wanting desperately to escape the confining material of my denim jeans. Dirty images of Harley Dean fingering her wet pussy appeared in my head like a solo masturbation porn scene.

When she emerged from the bathroom, Harley Dean seemed surprised to see me standing in the hall with a Nokia flip phone and a bottle of Moët in my hands.

“What’s up, Harley?” I said to her.

Harley Dean smiled and responded, “Hi, Maré! The King of New York!”

“We both look good in our Tommy Hilfiger gear.” I greeted her with a kiss on the cheek.

Harley Dean looked so sexy up close with her dirty girl smile. She stepped closer to me. It seemed like the sexual attraction was building up between us. Her tits were touching my chest, and she smelled good. Her Guilty by Gucci perfume was enhanced by the sharp but pleasant aroma of her girl-sweat.

“Maré, I am horny as fuck now,” Harley Dean murmured as she sipped my Moët. “Do you know what I was just doing in that bathroom?”

“You were rubbing that sexy pussy of yours!” I answered.

Harley Dean chuckled, leaned in closer, and kissed me. “That’s right, King of New York! I was playing with my soaking pussy! Now, I’m all charged up and in need for a big black monster cock! Can you give me what I want?”

I pulled my erect dick out and answered, “What do you think?”

With a smile on her face, Harley Dean grabbed my dick and stroked it quickly. After that, I took her by the hand and led her to the master bedroom. I dimmed the lights and stood in front of the large window. Harley Dean began stripped out of her clothes as if she was on fire. Blessed with a toned and fit body, gorgeous boobs ready for sucking and squeezing, every inch of Harley Dean’s body was a worthy of worship.

After taking off my clothes, I sauntered up to her and stuck my tongue in her wet, warm mouth. I could taste the Moët on her tongue. Harley Dean’s tits felt firm against my chest.

“Now, it’s time for us to be knockin’ da boots like 1993!” Harley Dean winked.

She lowered herself and began hungrily sucking my dick. I moaned in pleasure. Her eyes were closed as she dreamily performed fellatio. Harley Dean was drooling and making big, sloppy slurp sounds. She even sucked and tickled my balls with her tongue. Then she turned up the tempo of her oral and manual strokes, which almost made my knees buckled. She brought me to the brink of cumming, but didn’t let it happen as she stopped blowing me.

“Oh, my God, you’re a pro!” I sighed.

“I don’t want you to cum yet!” She chuckled. “Come here and stick that tongue in my pussy!”

Harley Dean got in the bed and spread her toned legs. I gazed at her sexy body as I licked my lips. First, I gently licked her ankle and then explored my way upward to her shaved moist box. I poked my wet tongue into her moistness and placed my lips firmly around her clit. Harley Dean giggled and moaned. Then I began sucking and flicking my tongue on her clit. She screamed and moved her body as if she had been shocked. Harley Dean pushed my face away when she couldn’t take it anymore.

Convinced I was the best cunninglinguist, she confirmed, “You’re the best pussy eater ever! No man ever ate my pussy that good before!”

“I’m the master of cunnilingus, girl!” I said as I licked my lips. “I made numerous women squirt multiple times with my magic tongue!”

“Stick that big black cock in me! Fuck me now!” Harley Dean demanded; her eyes dreamy with lust. “I need my sexy pussy stretch! I want to feel your dick inside me!”

“Yes, I’m ready to beat that pussy up!”

I eased my cock in. Her pussy was tight, moist, and hot. Placing my hands on Harley Dean’s tits, I began pumping her pussy hard. I felt her wet vagina stretching, slowly accommodating my girth. Overwhelmed by an incredible sense of fullness, Harley Dean flashed me her epic O-face. I began to push into her tiny opening faster, which made her moan and shriek. After a while, I was drilling her deeper than ever. I felt her cunt stretched wide tremendously. It was one of the best feelings ever.

“Fuck me,” Harley Dean panted. “Fuck me hard! Don’t stop!”

“I’m not going anywhere, baby!” I told her.

The bedspring squeaked as I pounded her harder. Harley Dean squealed with delight and began grunting louder with each thrust. Her pussy was so wet that my cock slipped out, much to her dismay, and I began to stroke it to keep it erect.

“Oh, I want that black cock up my ass!” She uttered.

Harley Dean crawled to her pants and tossed me a tube of lube. She came prepare to get fuck at this party. Then she got on all fours with her smooth ass sticking in the air. Her ass was the perfect combination of a fat booty and an athletic firm buttock. After I greased my cock up and squirted lube onto Harley Dean’s asshole, I wedged my dick into her hole and began banging her. I pumped in and out of her ass hard and fast.

“Oh, I love fucking your ass!” I expressed. “I could leave my cock in your fuck hole all night!”

I looked down watching my dick move in and out of her ass. I reached around and grabbed Harley Dean’s tits, and squeezed her nipples.

“Fuck me, Maré!” She begged. “Fuck my ass!”

I grabbed a handful of her long hair and banged that ass fervently. I was in a frenzy, fucking her like a sex-craved maniac. Harley Dean pushed her ass against my straining cock. My balls slapped her ass and the erotic sound was hardcore music to my ears. Harley Dean’s ass tightened around my cock, and she climaxed with a loud shriek. This triggered my ejaculation as I left a creampie in her asshole.

“Fuck!” I moaned as I rolled on my back.

Harley Dean climbed on top of me and happily rocked up and down on my shaft. I gripped her sweaty hips as she squatted on my dick. Harley Dean gave me the ride of my life. She seemed to enjoy raising herself up and then dropping quickly back on my cock. Harley Dean bounced all over my ebony pole. Flecks of cum clung to my dick.

“Ride it, baby!” I shouted. “Work this dick!”

“I’m going to cum again!” She announced.

“Oh, shit I’m going to blast off!” I hinted.

We climaxed simultaneously as our bodies shuddered and trembled. Harley Dean’s light brown fit body and my dark brown muscular body seemed to meld into one as we lay serenely stationary. Harley Dean flashed open her eyes and looked at me with a wondrous, satisfied look.

“That was awesome!” Harley Dean expressed. “You gave me just what I needed!”

“No doubt. Thanks for letting me fucked the perfect pussy!” I kissed her. “Porn stars are the best lovers!”

“Sex is our expertise!” Harley Dean smiled. “We love fucking!”

“That’s right!” I agreed with a laugh. “We were knockin’ da boots!”

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. Check out his novellas Monica Hershel: Predator on Top and His Highness, the Philogynist. His latest book Mare & Monica: The Best of Both Worlds was released in May 2019