Tasha Gets ‘Blacked’ on Halloween

[Gianni Shamari]

Halloween 2014 fell on a Friday, which made the day more thrilling. Like most costumed New Yorkers, Maré planned to party the night away with friends and fellow freaks. There was something about being naughty on a Halloween night. The unexpected things happened as usual.

Inside his girlfriend Tasha Reign’s SoHo penthouse, Maré was in the bedroom getting dressed for a private Halloween Masquerade party. He decided to be his favorite rapper, Makaveli, for Halloween. While wearing the costume, Maré watched the flat-screen TV’s classic “Hit ‘Em Up” video. He donned a black denim jacket with no shirt and matching denim jeans. Then, Maré tied a black/white bandanna around his shaved head and perfected the attire with construction Timberland boots. The THUG LIFE across Maré’s toned abs looked impressive. Maré stared at his Tupac Shakur reflection in the mirror and chuckled.

“Thug Life!” Maré shouted.

At that moment, Tasha Reign walked inside the bedroom like a cat prowling for prey. They met, and she spoke smilingly, “How do I look? Do I look like the cute blonde girl from Frozen? Isn’t Elsa real?”

Tasha was a short, blonde-haired, green-eyed adult model and porn star whom Maré met at one of Monica Hershel’s pool parties in Florida.

“Yes, you are the spitting image of Elsa,” Maré told her, “and I love this human transformation of an animated character!”

She laughed and placed her hands on Maré’s shoulders as he grabbed her by the waist. We kissed each other.

“I cannot wait to see the Ice Chamber at the Theme Club!” Tasha said. “I heard so much about that room! Let us take a few pictures before we leave. As the flyer says, no cell phones are permitted in the club!”

Maré complied with her, and he did more than take pictures.

In the streets, they were a couple of eye-catchers. Little girls, also costumed for Halloween, ran to Tasha to pose for the snapshots with her. As Tasha accompanied them, the fellers gave Maré props for “resurrecting” 2Pac. A tall, dark-skinned dude with a lovely, soulful voice serenaded them with his rendition of Stevie Wonder’s “Jungle Fever.”

‘2Pac got jungle fever.

Elsa got jungle fever.

They got jungle fever.

They’re in love!

She’s gone thug life crazy.

Pac gone white-girl hazy.

They got jungle fever.

They’re in love!’

Maré laughed and gave him five dollars when he finished.

The Theme Club was located in the center of Tribeca. The line out front was short. Tasha and Maré showed the tall, Caucasian door attendants with shades on their private passes. They let them in to ensure they had no smartphones or weapons. The music blared, bottles flowed, and couples made out like there was no tomorrow. Women, some nude and some dressed in scandalous costumes walked about the place. Theme Club had the ambiance of the new Studio 57.

Maré inhaled the fruity aroma of liquor and said, “The club is amazing! I can party here all night!”

Tasha said nothing. They stopped at the bar to order drinks before exploring the array of themed playrooms. Maré was aware of the furtive glances people cast on them. They bragged about their costumes, especially Tasha’s, and how they complimented each other. Maré sipped on Cîroc Pineapple while Tasha quenched her thirst with a Sex on the Beach cocktail. Flirting as ever, they kissed, listening to the ovation and hearty hailing. Reaching up to Tasha’s tits, Maré squeezed them playfully and felt the erect irritable nubs. Moaning, she bit his ear and sucked the lobe.

“Bad boy! You’re making me nervous,” Tasha whispered.

“I know,” Maré responded.

They finished their drinks and decided to loiter around the club. It had six floors and thirteen rooms, including a sauna, a restaurant, and cocktail lounges. Sex was everywhere! They made their way to the back of the club and came across The Fantasy Room, designed for orgies to entertain singles and couples. Maré surveyed the room and found his friend Monica the Predator, dressed as Batgirl. Her girlfriends, Samantha, and Nina Mercedez, accompanied her.

Samantha looked gorgeous in a shimmering red dress with a sweetheart neckline, matching red pumps, purple opera gloves, and a high slit that exposed her left leg as she moved. That Jessica Rabbit costume tightly hugged her voluptuous hourglass figure, accentuating her narrow waist, big round boobs, and broad hips. Samantha's beautiful oval face wasn’t heavily made up, but the purple eyeshade, glowing red lip rouge, long raven hair with side bangs, and gold stud earrings buttressed its charismatic features.

On the other hand, Nina Mercedes had worn her lustrous black locks in a ponytail with two bands and a bejeweled headband. The light blue color of those bands perfectly matched her cropped tube top, sewn-in sleeves, pants, and heels. Her necklace and clip-on earrings shimmered in the red, green, and blue lights. Her vividly beautiful face and semi-nude curvaceous figure were a sight to behold! With her midriff and supple arms exposed, she stood as the seductive Princess Jasmine. Tasha intently watched the trio, whose bodies pressed together and hands fondled the supple curves; they were openly making out.

“There she is,” Maré spoke up.

“Who?” Tasha queried.

“The Predator,” Maré explained. “She’s the Batgirl!”

“I see,” Tasha quipped. “She likes Jessica and Jasmine so much.”

“They are Samantha and Nina, her girlfriends!” Maré told her.

“Hmm … she’s lucky to have such beautiful girls with her!” Tasha felt.

“Or, the girls are lucky to have her as their lover!” Maré added.

It was arrantly salacious as Maré’s eyes followed Monica’s hand that roamed over Samantha’s mammoth ass. The latter bit her lip and kissed Monica on the cheek. Nina couldn’t merely enjoy their demos like voyeurs or Peeping Toms do; she hugged Samantha, setting her hair aside and licking the smooth skin of her neck.

“Looks like the girls are too aroused to curb their desires,” Maré said. “The Predator always hits the high spot!”

“I love their costumes,” Tasha murmured. “I feel like joining them!”

“Four is not a crowd, baby girl!” Maré wisecracked.

Tasha blushed instantaneously.

The girls loosened the top of Samantha’s dress in two shakes, making her splendid boobs spill out. Monica was quicker than Nina was; she grabbed Samantha’s right boob, sucking a mouthful of the resilient flesh. Nina followed her example, ravishing the left nipple like an avid suckling.

Maré and Tasha laughed, hearing sustained and enthusiastic applause from the people around them. Samantha’s dress slid down her body and fell at her feet in a red puddle of clothing. Monica showered her midriff and mons with a trail of kisses. Samantha closed her eyes and let Nina cup her face. They kissed as Monica fondled Samantha’s wide hips and ass cheeks. She buried her face into the vulnerable crotch, clasping her girlfriend’s round, supple thighs. Samantha laughed blissfully as she moved her legs apart, letting Monica lick her shaved pussy. Nina knelt behind her and began licking her butt crack. Together, they made her tremble out of lust.

Maré rolled his eyes, catching a glimpse of Tasha’s hand; she had moved it, attempting to tease her crotch. Her ears flushed as she licked her lips, watching the unbeatable trio. Maré looked back at Monica and Nina, inwardly admiring them for doing an impressive sexual act. Pleasuring Samantha had them aroused instantly.

“They look so openly intimate,” Maré murmured, “and Monica is the ultimate lesbian lover!”

“Yes, she’s a cunning-linguist,” Tasha stammered.

Maré grinned, staring at Samantha’s trembling form as she let out an orgasmic cry. The sight incited Tasha to lick her lips and be rooted in her feet. Tasha’s eyes fixed on the trio, and she moved a hand mechanically on her skirt. Maré knew she craved an initiative, to be fuck in public!

Minutes later, they left the room. To their surprise, nobody occupied the sixth floor's Ice Chamber. The all-white room was well air-conditioned; it had a colossal stuffed polar bear, five beds, rugs, and floor-to-ceiling mirrors. The interior was brilliantly designed as an igloo.

Maré and Tasha removed their costumes, relaxed, and began making out. Maré kissed his snow queen deeply, licked his way down to her tits and flat tummy, and finally pulled down her white panties. Without further ado, Maré snaked his tongue into her quivering wet pussy.

“Yes…” Tasha hissed; a little sigh of contentment emitted from her mouth.

Maré made her shiver out of the pleasure she received from the flicks of his tongue that teased her engorged clit. Slobbering her snatch, Maré lapped up her wetness. Then he zeroed in on her clit, swiping it around and capturing it with his lips. Licking it across, Maré went down and probed his tongue into her welcoming sloppy cunt. As his nose rubbed against her clit, he took her juices on his tongue. Her tart flavor inflamed Maré’s taste buds, electrifying the nerves in his cock like a shot.

“I am going to make you cum so hard,” Maré promised. “It’ll be a pleasure, unforgettable, for you!”

Maré continued eating Tasha out, making her melt in desire until she squirted into his mouth. Swallowing her creamy secretion, Maré slid atop her. Tasha cupped his face in her hands, and they French-kissed.

“I want something bigger than your tongue,” Tasha cooed.

“By all means,” Maré said, kissing her on the cheeks.

Sucking her juicy tits, Maré lay his hips between her open thighs. Tasha gasped as Maré’s glans hit her wet orifice. He grunted, pushing the stiff shaft into her love canal, and quickly went down to her womb. The most pleasurable sensation, begotten from the sliding of Maré’s cock against her G-spot, had them go delirious in escalating lust. Maré pulled his shaft out and shoved it into her depths. Tasha trilled and trembled, clawing and raking Maré’s back. Maré continued jamming his monstrous dick into her cunt, ravishing her womb!

“Fuck me!” Tasha cried.

She furiously massaged her clit as Maré went faster. The feeling of Maré’s hard balls slapping against Tasha’s inflamed pussy lips overwhelmed her. Maré pumped away for a few minutes and stopped when Tasha squirted, coating his dick with her cream. Tasha screamed and then grunted for the climax that shook her all over.

Catching her breath, she kissed Maré. “I want to ride you.”

Maré lay on his back so she could get atop him. Then he noticed there were some people in the room watching them - Monica and her girlfriends stood naked and intimately close to one another, egging them on with thumbs up! Maré knew this would excite Tasha since she had a voyeuristic disposition.

“It looks like we have company, babe,” Maré whispered.

Tasha smiled and replied, “Let them watch us!”

She mounted Maré and eased herself on his dick, riding it and resuming a perfect rhythm. Her moans, first guttural, soon grew into groans as she bounced untamed. The soft tissue of her love canal, which massaged the entire length of Maré’s cock, triggered his balls to secrete the cum.

“I’m going to blast!” Maré declared.

“I’m cumming!” Tasha chorused.

Simultaneously, they both came. Maré ejaculated into her tremulous cunt. In return, she squirted, coating Maré’s cock down to its root. Maré made Tasha lie beside him and embraced her to claim her lips with his.

“Wooo, that was amazing, baby girl!” Maré expressed. “What a great fuck that was!”

Tasha giggled. “Thanks for complimenting me!”

Exhausted, they stretched out on the bed and watched their lesbian friends occupy the bed next to theirs. Despite its chilled ambiance, their demo looked hot as hell. With a girl on either side, Nina stretched out. Placing both arms around her head, she closed her eyes and let the girls kiss her on the lips. Monica led Samantha on the oscillatory tour of Nina’s chest; each girl grabbed one juicy tit, sucking it passionately.

Maré kissed Tasha on her cheek and licked her nipples before looking back at the trio. They looked natural; the passion they reciprocated with one another was bona fide! Monica went down on Nina, nodding unceremoniously between her thighs. Samantha, on the other hand, continued sucking Nina’s tits before riding her face. As Monica slapped Nina’s pussy, the latter shuddered and clawed at Samantha’s big butt.

“That was hot!” Maré murmured.

He reached down and felt Tasha’s pussy which was wet. Tasha hissed, grabbing Maré by the arms and moving her legs apart. Maré’s shaft twitched impulsively, and a drop of pre-cum oozed out.

“Mmm…” Tasha implored.

Maré penetrated Tasha’s pussy as Samantha yelled out of lust. Thanks to Monica’s clit-sucking talent that incited Nina to eat her pussy in preoccupation.

Soon, the sexual heat and aroma of love juices permeated the bedroom. As Nina came, Monica sat up. She splayed her thighs and began rubbing her crotch against Nina’s left thigh. Samantha released her juices, coating Nina’s face. She lifted a leg and turned, facing Monica. Laughing, she playfully grabbed her boobs and held them out as she would proffer some delicacy.

Maré jammed Tasha’s pussy, harder each time, inflaming her vitals to the plateau. Tasha screamed, bucking her hips against the thrusts Maré made, and reached her climax when Monica began sucking Samantha’s nipples. Maré continued fucking Tasha, hitting her womb until the cum congested her urethra. Maré withdrew his cock, letting a copious jet of cum shower unto her tits and stomach. As Monica gave out a yell of gratification, Maré knew she had climaxed, too.

Tasha and Maré resumed their venture as Monica and her girlfriends made love. She pleasured them, over and over again, while Tasha got blacked!


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