Maré Bangs Naughty Red Riding Hood

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Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Consensual, Heterosexual, Fan Fiction, Celebrity, Interracial, Black Male, Oriental Female, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Exhibitionism, .

Desc: Erotica Sex Story: New York City playboy Mar'e enjoys a hot, kinky Halloween with Asian beauty Jeri Lee.

It was a dark and kinky Halloween night. Screaming orgasms and grunting was ensuing through the walls of my Charles Street condominium as I stood by my oversized windows gazing at the moon. The woman was sure a howler; she turned me on. Halloween had always been one of my favorite holidays. I loved the sight of hot girls walking around Manhattan, dressed as sexy maids or naughty nurses and Playboy Bunnies; a sure reason for a bad boy like me to enjoy the steamy raunchy nights.

Moments later, 2Pac's "California Love (remix)" began blaring in my iPhone 5S. I knew who it was ... Akeem. He was one of my best buddies who lived two floors below mine. Akeem was a tall, light-skinned handsome guy with a dark Ceaser haircut and brown eyes. Acting and modeling were his hustles.

"What's up, playboy?" I answered.

"What's good? Yo, are you still going to the Masquerade Party aren't you?" He asked.

"Hell yeah, you know we're in there. Jeri Lee is expecting me already! I cannot wait to see the costume she is rocking in! Knock on my door in twenty minutes. I should be ready then."

"No doubt, playa!"

After taking a quick shower, I rushed to my bedroom and got dressed. Then I stood in front of my mirror, grinning broadly. I had on the Back to the Future Marty McFly Vest, 2015 Marty McFly Hat, and the 2011 Nike Mag sneakers. Yeah, I was the Black Marty McFly for Halloween and I had been planning to wear the costume for ages.

My doorbell rang. I opened the door and saw Akeem, dressed in the red and black leather Thriller costume with the matching Red October Yeezy 2 sneakers. It never amazed me that every year most people paid homage to the "King of Pop" Michael Jackson.

"Your costume rocks, playboy!" I told him. "You're the first person I see rocking the Yeezy!"

Akeem chuckled. "I was going to rock some Jordans, but I said fuck it," he said. "I like your Back to the Future look! Are you ready to do this?"

"Let's get outta here!"

We hopped in my rented gold plated DeLorean DMC-12 and sped off. I literally felt like a kid behind the wheel of one of my favorite iconic movie cars. I put on some music to keep us in party. Tears for Fears' "Everybody Wants to Rule the World" and Phil Collins' "In the Air Tonight" had me in a 1980s state of mind as I cruised up the energetic street. I loved how the city transformed into a character. Spooky colors, creepy paintings, haunting sculptures, and glowing carved jack-o'-lanterns adorned the city. Most of the windows I saw had flying witches, spider's webs, black cats, and skeletons on them. Youngsters were running around doing trick o treating!

Forty-five minutes later, we arrived at the American Museum of Natural History on the Upper West Side. There were limos and luxury cars lined all the way around the museum. Akeem and I smiled at the beautiful women dressed in the skimpiest costumes making their way inside. I texted Jeri to let her know we just arrived. After that, Akeem and I began making our way up the stairs to the entrance.

"Come on man; let's go be stars up in this joint." I said.

Pop music emitted from the party as we entered the ballroom. A tall door attendant dressed as a pirate offered us a bottle of Cristal. Akeem and I took a sip of our bottles and stood there, chatting jovially. Costumed photographers for the event began taking our pictures. Akeem did his usual funny poses that had the door attendant and photographers laughing. After they finished snapping pictures, we walked down the short flight of gold stairs that led to the ballroom floor. Laughter synchronized with the music that already blared. I scanned the room and saw many people wearing Halloween costumes. There were some women dressed as Miley Cyrus, Kim Kardashian, and Beyoncé. I have to admit, the women did a great job dressing as the look-alikes of their favorite celebrities.

Akeem ran into his light-skinned runway model friend who was Lara Croft for Halloween. She had striking chocolate eyes and some freckles on her oval face. Her long dark brown hair was up in a ponytail, which waved as she laughed.

Akeem introduced her to me, "Siobhan, this is my pal, Maré!"

"Yes, I know him. He's the Nature Boy, isn't he?" She said, eying me smilingly. "I know you've made with as many women as Live has."

Live was Akeem's nickname.

"Who me? No." I responded impassively.

"Nigga, please, I know you are getting as much pussy as he does. I've heard your stories and still recall your Goodfella$ days."

"Whatever." I chuckled. "Live is the freak, not me. I am going to leave you two alone and find my shortie. Excuse me."

I left them to look for Jeri. Surveying the energetic crowd, I finally found her. She stood in a corner carrying some small beige basket. She had on a red hooded cape with a matching tutu skirt, and a black corset over a white inset that matched the chest and ruffled shoulders. Her bared toned belly made her costume look sexier than the women around. What I loved about this Filipino-Mexican adult model the most was her bubbly personality, infectious smile, and eye-catching looks.

"Wow, your costume is amazing, baby girl!" I told her.

"Thanks, babe, you know I have to look extra sexy for you." Jeri Lee smiled. "I'm the 21st century Little Red Riding Hood."

"You have my vote for the best Halloween costume!"

Jeri Lee chuckled and said, "Thank you! I like your costume too!"

"No, you're just trying to be nice." I joked. "Marty McFly don't have anything on Little Red Riding Hood."

"Well, you're the sexiest Marty McFly I have ever seen." Jeri smiled.

The deejay put on Justin Timberlake's upbeat single, "Take Back The Night," and it incited us to hit the dance floor.

"Oh, this is superb! I love this song!" I shouted. "The music is Luther Vandross mixed with Michael Jackson. This is the hottest song of the year!"

"Do you think Justin Timberlake is the closet to Michael Jackson?"

"Hell no, it's Chris Brown!" I answered. "He is a better dancer and performer than Justin is. However, I think Justin Timberlake makes better music than Chris Brown."

"Yes, he does. I loved FutureSex/LoveSounds and The 20/20 Experience albums." Jeri admitted. "I go-go danced to them all the time."

"I would love to you see do some go-go dancing in my place."

"If you are lucky, you mind see that before the night ends, babe."

The soulful music had us grooving. I seized Jeri by her slim waist, got my legs between hers, and we began grinding. Our bodies writhed. We laughed in unison and the excitement had me developing an erection. Jeri was very receptive to me, and continued with the flow. We were soon kissing passionately and our hands wandered over each other's body. The sensation rose after the magical teasing! We danced and danced...

After the deejay played Drake's single, "Hold On We're Going Home," we decided to leave. We bade farewell to Akeem and Siobhan, and exited. There were a few costumed people networking in front of the museum. Holding hands, Jeri and I walked across the street where I parked the car.

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