June 2021

By Gianni Shamari

 

It was a hot and humid Saturday night in New York City. I was cruising up the animated streets of Manhattan in my silver Lamborghini Gallardo Spyder enjoying the view of the half-dressed female partygoers strolling around the blocks. My destination was a midtown Manhattan wine bar called the Lea Lounge to see my friend, Keri Hilson. She was an R&B singer from Decatur, Georgia. Keri was doing a free live performance to promote her music.

As I entered the Lea Lounge, Keri was already performing and my eyes were instantly fixated on her. She looked sexy with her golden skin tone and shiny asymmetric bob hairstyle. Her short top exposed her perfectly defined six-pack abs. The tight denim jeans she rocked accentuated her hips. I blew her a kiss when she finally noticed me.

Keri smiled and waved at me. We made a lot of eye contact as she sang a song called “Do It”, which sampled LL Cool J’s classic club banger “Doin It”. Her soft, soulful voice sounded nice with the music. I took a few alluring glimpses of her toned tummy when she swayed in time with the music. I kept on imagining us fucking at my place as she sang the chorus to that sexually-charged song. Keri had me aroused with her beauty and energy.

After Keri sang the chorus to “The Way I Are”, the hot single she recorded with music producer Timbaland, she rushed to me smiling. I knew every man in the place wondered what my relationship with her was.

“Hey, how are you doing, mister?” Keri asked.

                “I’m fine, sweetheart!” I kissed her. “You were amazing up there!”

                “I love the energy of New York City!” Keri admitted. “It is nothing like it in the world!”

                “Yes, the energy in my city is incredible! Come on, let’s have a few drinks.”

                “Cool.” Keri agreed. “Let’s celebrate!”

                The lounge darkened and the deejay was playing some of Keri’s music and the latest rap tunes. Keri and I had a few shots of Patrón and Cîroc, and we were feeling great. We chilled for hours celebrating the joy of life. We both exuded so much sexual energy that it felt like we were going to have a demo in front of everybody.

                “I’ll bet you want to fuck me tonight, don’t you, Maré?” Keri leaned over and kissed me.

                “That’s right.” I admitted. “You’re so fucking hot, baby girl! You know I want to fuck you, right?”

                Keri grinned like a naughty girl. “What makes you think you deserve this pussy?”

                “Because you know I have the best sex,” I murmured.

“You’re crazy,” Keri laughed. “You’re funny, I’ll give you that. Well, you’re lucky because I do want some dick tonight. Come on and give me the best sex, Maré!”

                Keri took me by the hand and we exited the lounge.

                After taking a few pictures with fans, Keri asked me, “Where is your ride?”

 “The Lamborghini right there on the corner,” I told her.

                “Let’s go, King of New York!” Keri hollered. “I see you BALLIN’!”

                We hopped inside the Lamborghini and headed downtown. I had Keri’s music blaring from the car. Her music was R&B with a nice blend of hip-hop and soul. I enjoyed listening to her voice! I felt Keri would not only succeed on looks, but also on her God-giving talents.

                We ended up going to my luxury glass penthouse on Charles Street that overlooked the Hudson River. In my glass master bedroom, we gave each other massages. All the soft and sensual touching had us on the brink of ecstasy. We kissed passionately and then our clothes relaxed nicely on the floor.

                I loved how Keri’s body glowed in the dark like a summer firefly. With her legs spread wide open, I showed Keri how much of an expert I was at cunnilingus. As I performed my tongue action, Keri moaned softly and squeezed her dark nipples. She got so excited that she had one orgasm after another. My efforts excited her so much that she literally crawled off the bed trying to avoid contact from my active tongue. Keri giggled as she moved halfway off the bed. I tongued away as I held her firmly. Her cries stereophonically bounced off the walls.

                “Oh, my God, I love the sound of your sexy voice.” I told her. “Your pussy tastes so good.”

                I pulled Keri back on the bed and entered her pussy. Warm pleasure filled my groin as I started thrusting. With each stroke, I was going faster—it felt great. Keri’s eyes were full of lust.

                “Take it, baby,” She screamed out, “Hit this pussy! You’re going to make me cum with your big dick!” Her body shook, and she climaxed again. “Yes!”

                “Lord … mercy,” I stuttered, as I caught my breath.

                Keri jumped up and pushed me down on my back.

                “I’m going to work you,” She murmured. She got on top of me, and rode me like a crazed woman in Amazon heat—bouncing up and down. “I got that kinda pussy that’ll keep you off the streets! I’m going to cum all over your dick.”

                I was in awe how deep my dick was inside her, and how she rode me effortlessly. Any second, I knew I was about to ejaculate. I passed the point of no return and pulsed out a hot load of cum that felt like a fire hydrant on full blast. Keri collapsed on me and quavered from her orgasm. Then she chuckled and kissed me on the lips. The rest of the night, we pleasured each other in every imaginable way. It was an epic night fucking R&B pussy.