Tasha Gets 'Blacked'

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Caution: This Erotic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Consensual, Heterosexual, Fiction, Group Sex, Interracial, Black Male, White Female, Oral Sex, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism, .

Desc: Erotic Sex Story: Friends with benefits head to a special club for some lascivious interracial Halloween sex. Surprise orgies and lesbian action get them exhibitionism ready.

Halloween fell on a Friday this year, which made the day more thrilling. Like most costumed New Yorkers, I 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 my friend's SoHo penthouse, I was in the bedroom getting dressed for a private Halloween Masquerade party. I decided to be my favorite rapper, Makaveli, for Halloween. While putting on the costume, I was watching the classic "Hit 'Em Up" video on the flat screen TV. I donned a black denim jacket with no shirt and matching denim jeans. Then I tied a black/white bandanna around my shaved head and perfected the attire with construction Timberland boots. The THUG LIFE across my abs looked impressive. I stared at my Tupac Shakur reflection in the mirror and chuckled.

"Thug Life!"

As I said this, Tasha Reign walked inside the bedroom like a cat prowling for prey. Our eyes 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 I met at one of Monica Hershel's pool parties in Florida. I had a hunch she'd be Princess Elsa for Halloween. Yeah, it was the perfect costume for her!

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

She laughed and placed her hands on my shoulders as I grabbed her by the waist. We kissed each other.

"I cannot wait to see the Ice Chamber at the S13 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!"

I complied with her, more than just taking pictures.

In the streets, we were a couple of eye-catchers. Little girls, also costumed for Halloween, ran to Tasha to pose for the snap shots with her. It was so special watching those fairies titter. As Tasha accompanied them, the fellers were giving me props for "resurrecting" 2Pac. This tall, dark-skinned dude with a nice soulful voice serenaded us 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!'

I laughed and gave him five dollars when he finished.

The S13 Theme Club was located in the center of Tribeca. The line out front was not so long. Tasha and I showed the tall, Caucasian door attendants with shades our private passes. Making sure we did not have any smartphones or weapons, they let us in. 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. S13 Theme Club had an ambiance of the new Studio 57.

I inhaled the fruity aroma of liquors people sprinkled over one another and spoke up, "The club is amazing! I can party here all night!"

Tasha said nothing. We stopped at the bar to order some drinks before exploring the array of themed playrooms. I was aware of the furtive glances people cast on us. They bragged about our costumes especially Tasha's and the way we complimented each other. I sipped on Cîroc Pineapple while Tasha quenched her thirst with Sex on the beach cocktail. Flirting as ever, we kissed listening to the ovation and hearty hailing. Reaching up to Tasha's tits, I squeezed them playfully and felt the erect irritable nubs. Moaning, she bit my ear and sucked the lobe.

"Bad boy! You're making me nervous," She whispered.

"I know," I responded.

We finished our drinks and decided to loiter around the club. It had six floors and thirteen rooms including a sauna, restaurant, and two cocktails lounges. Sex was everywhere! In one room dubbed Asstronauts Paradise, couples dressed as astronauts gratified their fantasy of fucking on the moon. There was a stark silver chamber with pressurized air blowing out of the floor, allowing couples to fuck in midair.

We made our way to the back of the club and came across The Fantasy Room, which was designed for orgies to entertain singles and couples. I surveyed the room and found my friend Monica the Predator, dressed as Batgirl. Her girlfriends, Samantha the Beautiful and Nina Mercedez, accompanied her.

Samantha looked gorgeous in a red shimmering dress with sweetheart neckline, matching red pumps, purple opera gloves, and high slit that exposed her left leg as she moved. Her 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. That Jessica Rabbit costume tightly hugged her voluptuous hourglass figure accentuating her narrow waist, big round boobs, and broad hips.

Nina Mercedes, on the other hand, had worn her lustrous black locks in a ponytail with two bands and bejeweled headband. The light blue color of those bands perfectly matched with her cropped tube top, sewn-in sleeves, pants, and heels. With her midriff and supple arms exposed, she stood as the seductive Princess Jasmine. 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!

Tasha intently watched the trio, whose bodies pressed together and hands fondled the supple curves; they were openly making out.

"There she is," I spoke up.

"Who?" Tasha queried.

"The Predator," I explained. "She's the Batgirl!"

"I see," Tasha quipped. "She obviously likes Mrs. Rabbit and Arabian princess so much."

"They are Samantha and Nina, her girlfriends!"

"Hmm ... she's lucky to have such beautiful girls with her!"

"Or," I added, "The girls are lucky to have her as their lover!"

It was arrantly salacious! My eyes followed Monica's hand that roamed over Samantha's mammoth ass. The latter bit her lip and kissed Monica on her cheek. Nina couldn't merely enjoy their demo 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," I 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!" I 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.

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