The Best Erotic Night Of My Life
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The Best Erotic Night Of My Life
by Gianni Shamari


It was Monday morning, and I finished a photo shoot with Mya Jane at my luxury Charles Street glass
penthouse. She was one of those goddesses whom I could stare all day long. Her beauty was exotic! Most
women craved to have her breath-taking looks. She was a woman of Hispanic and Italian descent, and her
body was perfectly symmetrical. I couldn’t keep my eyes from roaming over her supple curvaceous figure.
She stood beside me in her skimpiest bikini that nearly failed to hide her big succulent boobs and voluminous
ass cheeks. Her tanned skin looked unblemished. She had hips that were wide in contrast to her slim
waistline.  I curbed an urge to lick my lips and smiled at her. In return, she gave me a smile that buttressed
her charismatic facial features. The down turned eyes, Greek nose, full lips, and dimpled chin were set in
proportion to her inverted triangular face. Her brown hair was ample; it gave out a celestial luster in soft curls
and layers that waved down to her waist.

We stayed in my living room to eat pancakes, scrambled eggs, and bacon for breakfast. One of my favorite
TV shows, ESPN First Take, was playing on the flat screen Samsung TV. Skip Bayless, Stephen A. Smith,
and Cari Champion were debating the 2014 NBA Finals, which concluded last night. The Spurs won their fifth
championship by dethroning the Miami Heat in five games.

“They made the Heat look like chumps in that series and Kawi Leonard definitely deserved the MVP award.”
Mya commented; one of her traits was the dulcet voice I always loved. “He was awesome! ‘The Big Three’ had
no answer for him the entire time.”

“I’m glad the Spurs won the championship!” I admitted. “They are the blueprint of great basketball!”

“Last year’s Finals were better.” Mya continued. “This year’s Finals were a little boring. I am not a big LeBron
James fan, but I like Tim Duncan.”

“You’re right, the series was one-sided.” I agreed. “It was definitely the best player versus the best team. I
didn’t think it would end in five games. I was anticipating a 6-game series.”

“Me too, but after the first three games, I thought it was going to be a quick series!” Mya said smilingly. “The
Spurs wanted it more!”

“I wished it might finish in five games. I definitely would have put a few stacks on the series. Your photo shoot
was better than the NBA Finals. Every pose that you nailed was spot-on.”

Mya was surprised. “Really? Wow,” she said.

“Yes, it was perhaps the best one I ever shot. All your photos came up perfectly and it took us less than
twenty minutes to complete. I loved the shots you did in my glass bathroom. You looked so sexy! I thought
your hotness was going to melt my camera.”

Mya laughed. “Thanks! You know I want my pictures to be the hottest for the summer edition of GoodFella$
magazine,” she said and kissed me on the cheek.

We consumed everything on our plates. After washing the dishes, I sat on the couch beside her. The cool air
from the air conditioner chilled the cozy living room, but I felt a bit uneasy because we had to leave shortly.
Mya had that unusual smile on her face, which made her look mysterious. I knew she wanted to tell me
something and I wished it to be the steamiest sex between us.

Finally, she said, “Umm… Maré!”

“Yes”

“I’m thinking about…”

“About?”

“I’m curious to know the feeling after having sex with women.”

I laughed. “I can tell you that in a New York second, baby girl!”

“No! I mean how a woman feels to have sex with another woman.”

“What!”

She blushed. “I… I was just thinking about having my first sexual experience with a woman.”

“Really?” That was another shock for me, but I managed to smile. “Well, I love that idea baby girl! There is
nothing as erotic as the sight of two hot women devouring each other’s bodies.”

“I want to know this feeling, Maré! Do you have a woman in mind that can help me with that fantasy?”

“Actually, I do. In fact, I am supposed to meet up with her for lunch. Her name is Monica Hershel, The
Predator! She’s a lesbian and looks like Ruby Rose!”

“What!”

“Yes, and she’s one of the best when it comes to pleasuring women!”

“Is it possible for you to set up with her for this Friday because I’m leaving New York Saturday afternoon for
Acapulco?”

“No problem! I’m going to confirm that,” I promised her. “You will surely have one hot lesbian experience that
you won’t ever miss!”

With a sultry smile on her face, Mya crawled to me and we engaged in the wettest kiss ever. The heat that
effused from her body made me take an advantage of her and unhook her bra. Pushing Mya on her back, I
broke our kiss and avidly ravished her big boobs. Grabbing and playfully squeezing them, I began sucking
her nipples and continued sucking until she sighed. Then I embarked on licking her stomach, tracing a wet
line over her linea alba and kissed on her belly button. I fumbled with the knots of her G-string and removed
the skimpy material before licking down to her mons. As I nuzzled into her fine light brown carpet, she moaned
and impulsively splayed her thighs. It was an invitation for me to have a go and consume the nectar that
oozed from her ripe flower. I grabbed her succulent ass cheeks and glued my mouth to her quivering pussy.  
As hungry as a cat that licks milk, I continued lapping her pink flower up and sipping on her juices to the last
drop. She grabbed my head, pushed my face deeper into her pussy, and pulled the side of my face as she
reached her climax.

When she recovered her lost vitality, we swapped places. Mya unzipped my pants and began performing
fellatio on me. She made love to my dick like a world champion. I could manage to last only for a few minutes,
moaned as she brought me to edge, and ejaculated on her chin.

Mya beamed at me. “Now that was a little sample of what I’m going to receive from your friend Monica,” she
said. “Not only I want some face in my pussy, but I also want a big, hard cock tearing up my ass.”

“Oh, you know you’re going to get that for sure.”

We both laughed.

Feeling like a champion, I put on my Air Jordan 11 “Two Rings” PE sneakers and matching white/red King of
New York T-shirt. Then Mya and I left the penthouse. I drove her to the gym on the East Side and promised to
text her later that night if the set up for Friday was confirmed.

Inside the well air-conditioned Hakkasan restaurant in midtown Manhattan, Monica and I were sitting at the
table consuming some steamed dim sum and Jasmine tea smoked pork ribs. We liked eating there because
the place had an exotic ambiance and luxurious space. It almost felt like having lunch at a nightclub due to
the long blue-lit bars and marble-paneled cutouts. Majority of the people around us were chatting about the
2014 FIFA World Cup.

“So, how is your day so far?” I asked Monica.

“Fine! I cannot complain,” Monica answered. “I’m just curious about what you have to tell me.”

“Do you think I always call you here just to tip my hand?”

“Not always, Marè! It’s a wild guess,” she said, frowning at me.

“That’s a wild guess for a wild idea, Ha!”

“Yeah, I can make it when you eat less and look at me more.”

I laughed. “You are a smart girl I must say.”

“So what are you up to?”

“Here’s the deal! A friend of mine named Mya Jane wants to fulfill her fantasy.” I said, keeping my voice a little
low.

“Okay, and what’s her fantasy? I hope it’s the best one.”

I grinned. No fantasy other than two women having sex was best for Monica. “You got it,” I affirmed. “She
wants to have sex with a woman because she’s curious to know how women feel when they make love. Since
It’ll be her first lesbian experience, I told her about you and she got excited.”

“Is she cute?”

“She’s a stunner!” I said, raising my voice. “I did a photo shoot with her this morning at my apartment. Trust
me, Mya is your type!”

I pulled out my smartphone and showed her Mya’s pics. Monica smiled and bit her lip. I could tell the pics had
aroused her instantly.

“I like her.” Monica said as she gave the smartphone back to me.

“So, are you with it?”

“Yes, I’m with it. I want to be the one to pop her cherry in the lesbian world.”

“Cool. It has to be this Friday because she will be leaving New York and flying to Acapulco on Saturday.”

“No prob, King of New York!”

“Also, she wants it to be a threesome with us,” I added.

“What?”

“Yes, she wants a threesome.” I continued. “We are going to double-team her as we did with Namitha a few
years back!”

“Humm… you better make sure when you cum, it doesn’t fly in my direction.” Monica quipped.

“You don’t have to worry about my slip-ups. Just be ready to do some tongue-flicking action this Friday.”

“Or even more,” Monica said, winking at me. “A lesbian knows how to pleasure her mate.”

Friday finally arrived. We sat in a corner at Pier 45 Café, chatting and drinking the cold bottled water. There
was a live band jamming by us but the magnificent add-on to the lively ambiance was sunlight that penetrated
the area. The sun shone brilliantly in the western horizon, imparting an orange-yellow hue above the Hudson
River. Still waiting for the Predator, I put my glass on the table and looked at Mya. Holding the smartphone
and wagging her finger on its screen, she kept her eyes fixed on the device. I couldn’t ask what texts she read
so intently. The sight, more magnificent than the Hudson River and setting sun, had me transfixed on my
chair. She had worn the dress that revealed much of her skin. Black cropped top and matching pencil skirt
hugged her tight, accentuating her stunning curves. The sunglasses propped up on her crown, made her
countenance even more eye-catching. The metal bangles, glazing brilliantly on her right wrist, clanked as she
moved her hand to touch the screen. I looked down at my Versace Medusa Polo shirt and smiled. It was white,
in vivid contrast to the khakis and black Versace Medusa hi-top leather sneakers that I wore.

“Did you see the mug shot that has gone viral on social media?”

“Huh… No! I mean, what mug shot?” Mya’s voice gave me a start but I allayed my reflexes to impassivity in a
second.

She pulled out her smartphone. “His name is Jeremy Meeks, a convicted felon. He is so handsome! I like his
piercing blue eyes, high cheekbones, and chiseled face! When he gets out of jail, he better gets himself a
modeling contract!”

“It is amazing that all the hot girls love bad boys.”

“Well, we like guys with an edge.”

I was about to gibe at Jeremy Meeks but the New York Water Taxi caught my attention; it arrived and came to
halt at Pier 45. I knew Monica was on that boat. Dirty images of us double-teaming Mya instantly reeled into
my mind like a technicolor porn movie.

“Monica should be here any second.” I told Mya. “You are finally going to meet the Predator!”

Monica entered, found us at the table, and beamed. She had topped off her looks by wearing a muted blue
and beige plaid pantsuit with a button-up shirt, Olivia Pope inspired hat, a big black bangle on each wrist, and
heeled strappy pumps. Not many women could pull this fashion but she nailed it perfectly with her small frame.

“Gosh!!! This is your friend? She-she’s so beautiful and I just feel… nervous!” Mya admitted. “She really
looks like Ruby Rose!”

“Relax, girl! Everything is going to be fine. Monica is cool,” I said, looking at her flushed face.

Monica sauntered to our table and sat on the chair next to Mya’s.

“Monica, how are you? This is….”

“The stunner you told me about!” Monica quipped.

She and Mya laughed simultaneously. They greeted each other.

“You’re making her nervous,” I said to Monica, giving her a wink.

“How lovely! I like shy girls,” Monica said. Looking at Mya, she added, “You are very beautiful and sexy, like
those girls I get laid with.”

“Thank you,” Mya said smilingly, without meeting Monica’s gaze.

The live band started performing their rendition of “Searching” by the legendary group Change. The rhythm
had me rocking as I began singing some of the lyrics to the song and glanced at Mya. She was giggling at me.

“Growing up in Harlem, I remember my mother always played that song on weekends,” I told her. “Some of my
neighbors visited us just to listen to the music because she had the best record collection.”

“You look so funny moving your head that way.” Mya told me with a smile. “Your singing is not too bad.”

“Thanks, love, I appreciate that.” I responded with a grin. “Come on, let us go.”

We hopped inside my blacked-out Tesla Model S car and sped up the Joe DiMaggio Highway. I had the
windows down to get some breeze and our spirits rejuvenated. Fabolous’ “Foreigners” song blared from the
car that had the highway shaking. We were on our way to the theater on the East Side to watch the comedy,
Think Like a Man Too. I had planned to let the girls enjoy my company before our main attraction would
ensue that night.

Once inside the theater, we got the hot butter popcorn and sodas. Then we looked for some seats and found
three empty ones to the far left in a couple of minutes. Monica took Mya’s hand and led her behind me. I let
her sit to the far left and Mya next to her. Then I seated myself to Mya’s right.

“These seats are perfect.” Mya commented. “I don’t like sitting in the front and back rows!”

“People talk too much when they occupy those seats,” Monica added.

“Exactly.” I agreed and caught a glimpse of Monica’s hand moving to Mya’s thigh; she was deliberately
fondling it, tickling her skin, and making her shiver. “I hate sitting close to people in theaters, especially when I
date girls. Lucky for us, we don’t have to worry about people who are seated behind us.”

“This theater is nice. We wouldn’t mind coming here again, would we Mya?” Monica asked.

“Huh! Oh… yes,” Mya quavered and licked her lips.

The lights went out, darkness prevailed the theater, and the preview started. I reached for a handful of
popcorn and began crunching it. Mya and Monica shared with each other another large box of popcorn. I
grinned at them. They ate and giggled together as if they were already in a long-term relationship.

Twenty minutes into the movie, I looked again at Mya’s thighs; she had drawn them closer. There was no
indication that Monica was tickling her with feathery caresses but I had a feeling that she had hit the high
spots, diverting Mya’s attention from the screen. I pursed my lips but curbed an urge to whistle as my eyes
roamed up to her bust-hugging skimpy top and clearly noticed a protuberance on each boob. Yes! She was
getting aroused. I smirked, anticipating that it was going to be the best erotic night of my life.

When the movie ended, we got out of the theater and had drinks at a bar in the vicinity. Then we continued
heading uptown on First Avenue to go for our venture. Mya sat beside the Predator on rear seat, holding
hands and laughing with her; she looked cute wearing her new friend’s hat. First, they talked about the
funniest scenes in the movie. Then I caught them sharing a French kiss, and whistled.

“Wow! Get a room!” I spoke aloud.

They paid no heed to my wisecrack and continued snogging with each other. My cock instantly hardened as I
rolled my eyes repeatedly to the rear view mirror and enjoyed watching their reflection. Thank God, I was
better at self-control because their demo was erotic enough to sidetrack any guy on the pilot seat. Biting my
lip, I turned around a traffic circle as Monica nuzzled into Mya’s top and reached down to touch her under the
skirt. Mya’s moans and Beyoncé’s “Partition” song synchronized, serenading us to our destination.

Entering my second residence, an Upper East Side penthouse located on 60 Sutton Place South, we wasted
no time racing to the master bedroom. Mya took her top and skirt off, denuding her mega boobs and
voluptuous body. I looked over at Monica as she removed the pantsuit and shirt, revealing her skinny figure. I
stripped myself in a matter of seconds. We were ready for the venture!

First, Monica and I took turns kissing Mya. It was indeed a frenzied osculatory commencement. As I French
kissed Mya, Monica grabbed her boobs and began sucking the erect light brown nipples. I let go off Mya’s
face and licked down her neck, hearing her sighs and slurping sound that Monica emitted while releasing her
tits. Mya lovingly caressed my face and jiggled her tits around Monica’s face, enticing us to keep up the great
work.

After a while, both the girls sat on the bed. Monica gently pushed Mya on her back and hovered atop her;
their naked bodies touched reciprocally. It was an arousing contact, not only for them but for me as well. They
both smiled and passionately kissed each other. Stroking the shaft of my hardened cock, I ogled at Mya who
let the boyish Predator kiss her neck and lick her cleavage. Monica slid up and darted her tongue out,
entering Mya’s mouth. They French kissed, while Monica squeezed her succulent boobs playfully.

Mya moaned and raised her arms around her head as Monica resumed sucking her marvelous tits. I saw the
hunger in Monica’s eyes, construing her eagerness to lead her mouth on an osculatory tour of Mya’s body;
and so she did by kissing down her flat stomach and unshaved crotch. She licked her fleshy thighs, knees,
and shins before kissing each foot and sucking each toe. Monica knew well to arouse her lovers on bed and
why not! She was the Predator of course.

Rolling Mya over, Monica continued her amatory dalliance and tickled every nerve on Mya’s skin to her sexual
plateau. Kissing each leg up and biting the huge ass cheeks, she pushed them open and licked her ass
crack. Mya shuddered and grabbed the bed sheet as Monica slobbered her rear entrance with relish, then
licked her spine up, kissed on each shoulder blade, and turned the goddess on her back. They kissed each
other until Monica resolved to suck her tits. As she slid down licking her supple body to the crotch, Mya
laughed and impulsively moved her legs apart. Monica touched her thighs and splayed them to ravish the
pink flower that secreted its nectar.

Mya began moaning and uttering sex sounds. She closed her eyes and strained her torso. Flush appeared
on her face, neck, and tits. Monica, the master cunnilinguist, brought out her talent that caused Mya to
tremble all over. Her chest heaved and she reached down, grabbing Monica’s head. She flexed her fingers in
an attempt to pull the close-cropped hair but merely pushed her lover’s head between her thighs.

Monica sucked Mya’s clit, circumscribing it with her tongue. Lapping up the tasty juices, she teased her pussy
lips that opened and quivered invitingly. I could discern from her frenzied oral service that she hadn’t got
enough of a cunt feast.

Mya smiled at Monica and caressed her hair. The latter released her clit and said, “My love, I’m going to lick
and suck you until you squirt alot, quenching my thirst. Tasting your delicious cunny is a reward itself.”

“Yes, baby, I am yours! Eat me like there is no end to it,” Mya quavered.

“Ahem, I’m standing in the very room watching you girls,” I said, catching their attention and approaching
them. Climbing into the bed, I added, “Hey, yo Predator!”

“Yeah, all right! First, you take her. I can wait,” Monica spoke, raising her voice.

“Don’t forget we are here to double-team this baby doll. Keep on sucking her clit. I’ll pleasure her from
behind.”

Mya lay on her right side, raising her leg up and letting Monica go down on her. Reclining on my side behind
her, I parted her wet pussy lips. My hardened cock ached to enter her cunt and I shifted myself, embracing
her closely.

Thanks to Monica’s dexterity, I could enter Mya easily. My shaft glided down her slippery canal until it hit her
hilt in no time at all. The pleasure that excited the nerves of my cock was heavenly indeed. Her drenched
pussy welcomed me even though I built my pace up, making successive thrusts harder than the preceding. I
held on to her firm boobs and squeezed them, while jamming her love haven.

We had our ways with Mya, holding her apposed between us. Monica fondled her thighs and ass cheek,
slurping at her clit along. Mya’s pussy squashed against her chin as I grunted, holding one leg and fucking
her wildly. Mya’s body shook all over. She screamed and yelled dirty words as we drove her to the edge. It
was such a turn on watching Mya goes untamed. Out of question, she was every freak’s fantasy. Listening to
her yelps had me on the verge of cumming. Giving her more thrusts, I felt her cunt quivering around my shaft.
Moments later, she squirted with subduing cries of release. Her orgasm triggered me to withdraw my cock and
push it into her rectum.

I cast a glance at Monica whose head bobbed between Mya’s open thighs. She was obviously lapping up her
spent pussy. I resumed my pace, penetrating her derriere as much as I could. In a matter of minutes, she
shuddered to another climax. I groaned, unloading my jizz into her. While Monica smacked at Mya’s pussy
swallowing her juices, I withdrew my cock and rolled on my back. Mya followed my example and laughed as
Monica rose, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.

“I love you, baby.” Monica cooed to Mya as she snuggled with her.

“I love you too, Predator!” Mya said, embracing her affectionately.

“How was it?”

”What?”

“Silly, the feeling of two women together,” Monica said before kissing her on the mouth.

“Mmm… incredible,” Mya said, kissing her in return.

“What a sweet reply! Take your time girls,” I said, winked at them, got out of the bed, and went over to the
bathroom.

I washed my face, donned my T-shirt and boxers, and exited. Putting on my Versace shades, I sat next to the
window and lit a cigar to watch the erotic game being played by the two stunners. Monica had kissed Mya
from head to toe when I was in the bathroom. Now she was eating her out. I smirked as my eyes fell on the
harness strap tied to her hips.

As anticipated, Monica rose higher and splayed Mya’s thighs. She bent above her and deliberately positioned
the dildo at her pussy before inserting it. Mya gasped as the shaft glided into her cunt. It went easy! Monica
let her hips sink between Mya’s thighs, bit her lip, and withdrew her weapon.

I licked my lips and watched. Monica was fucking Mya so deftly that the latter yelped and implored her to carry
on. Her screams stifled only when the Predator claimed her mouth for a kiss. Inwardly, I liked the passion that
Monica displayed as she screwed Mya and brought her to a swift plateau. Mya hugged her, clawed at her
back, and moaned. Her body shuddered and she yelled, declaring a mind-blowing orgasm.

They lay quiet until the recovery of their vitality, and then kissed each other. As Monica resolved to go down
on Mya, I got up and approached the bed. Mya turned her head and looked at me dreamily. Her flushed
contented face told me everything. Now she knew the amorous disposition and passion of a lesbian for the
woman she makes love to.

I bent down, kissed her on the lips, and asked, “Do you want me to suck your tits?”

For an answer, she smiled and closed her eyes.

I beamed at her and began sucking her full tits.

None of us can ever forget that night. Yes, it was the best erotic night of my life!
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