Katrina Chanice

Dozens of people poured out to endure a night of anonymity and laughs while I walked around surveying the room watching others as they gravitated towards somebody they knew or wanted to get to know. It felt like I had stepped inside of ‘These Are The Times’ music video with this full length royal blue ballgown snugging my full figure frame. You’d think I would’ve gotten the matching mask with the stick instead of this silver one that stays on but messing up my hair was the least of my problems. I’ve been living in this city for a year and have yet to make any friends. I could blame it on being busy with work and yet I own a massage parlor in Uptown. Even with working for myself and making my own hours, I have yet to find the time to make friends. I thought joining this Facebook group would help and at first, I was excited for this meet and greet. The members in the group seemed outgoing and just as destitute of friendship as I am. For the most part, I’m a lurker. I’ll like a post here and there, then move on to another app altogether but I forced myself to get out and meet somebody tonight. Male or female it didn’t matter!
The decorated black and gold accents made the room alluring in every sense of the word. At one table a few females had started to make small talk. I figured I would start there until I felt the staggered breathing of a raspy voice say, “Good evening beautiful.”
I didn’t have to turn around as he walked from behind me. I looked him up and down admiring the approach as well as his attire. He really took the dressing up to heart. The other men had on ordinary suits but this guy had went all out wearing a black and gold cavalier vest over his shirt. Normally seeing a guy with a cane like his would give me pimp vibes but cane was a great accessory with his gold mask. If England had a black king, he was definitely him. I couldn’t help the impure thoughts that begin to invade my mind as he introduced himself, “I’m Dallas. Thank you for coming out tonight.”
I blushed when he took my hand to kiss it as I replied, “My pleasure. I’m Chole. Do all of the guys here greet a woman like this?”
He shrugged, “I can’t speak for the others, but my mom insisted on raising a gentleman.”
His smile was infectious and his smell intoxicating. I could’ve jumped him right then and there especially with this ball taking place in the ballroom of the Embassy Hotel. It’s been so long since I’ve been with somebody and he was perfect in every way. We sipped some champagne as we talked, and I learned that he was the host of the group as well the party. I explained to him how I wanted to meet a friend and he introduced me to India. She was stunning! She wore a black strapless gown with a train. Her hair all pinned to one side with barrel curls flowing down. India had just moved to the city a week earlier, but it was clear that she was more than his friend. It could’ve been the sips since she was drinking something much harder than champagne. She couldn’t keep her hands to herself and the same for him. I couldn’t be mad about it regardless because I wanted to be more than his friend too. When the ball came to an end, Dallas walked away to tend to business while India asked, “Hey love, you wanna hit up the club after this?” I figured why not since I had nothing better to do. She informed me, “I got some clothes you could change into upstairs. We look about the same size. That’s cool?”
I shrugged and we made our way upstairs to one of the suites. India made sure I knew that this was her first and last night staying there because it was too expensive for her taste. I laughed while she put some music on and handed me a bottle of Cîroc to occupy my time while she dug through her bags of brand-new clothes. An hour later and we had tried on what felt like a million different articles of clothing while completely downing the bottle of Cîroc working on a second one. We were both winding and singing in our underwear when a throwback came on. I was all in the zone singing, “And you ain’t gotta call me ya boo, just as bad as you wanna fuck, I wanna fuck too” India was in front of me singing with our legs linked together as we grinded on each other to the beat. I wondered if she was just a party girl or if she was about that life because I was. She was already beautiful in a ballgown and seeing her with these red lace thongs and matching bra was everything to me. She placed her hands on my neck and pulled me closer while she darted her tongue in my mouth. I cupped her ass while we grinded harder to the beat of ‘Big Ole Freak’. Moans started escaping both of us mixing into the sounds of her freaky ass playlist.
I could feel kisses on my ass making its way up my back and to my neck. I opened my eyes to see India making her way to my magic box. That didn’t explain the nibbling I felt on my neck. India lifted my leg onto her shoulder and slid my purple silk boy shorts to the side. I titled my head back as I heard that same raspy voice from before say, “I’m sorry. I couldn’t help myself.”
I replied with a whisper, “Don’t stop.”
Not sure who I was actually talking to, but I didn’t want India nor Dallas to stop. I was enjoying them both. In that same second, India slid two fingers inside of me and I shuddered with delight. I could feel the circles her tongue made as Dallas cupped both of breasts continuing to plant kisses on my body. The music seemed to intensify every single thing they did. It was perfect. They were in harmony to each other and the beat. I screamed out in pleasure while India slurped up every drop with delight. She stood up and smiled, saying, “My turn.” Dallas nodded his head, and she went and sat back on the bed with one leg propped up. I climbed into the bed on all fours and pulled her lace thongs off and slung them to the side. In no time I was two fingers deep tickling her insides while rubbing her pearl as she swayed her hips to the beat of ‘Pole Dancer.’ Dallas came up to me and smacked my ass. I just knew he was about to enter me, but I was sadly mistaken when India started to gobble him up. The mixture of ecstasy in the air was the biggest turn on for me. India couldn’t control herself as she started to squirt all over the bed. I chuckled, “I’m not done with you.” I went in to devour her the way she truly wanted.
She screamed out, “Fuck!”
I hummed, “Mmm hmm.” Knowing the vibrations would be electrifying to her already sensitive pearl. I lightly suckled her while she swallowed every drop Dallas could give her. He got off the bed and made his way to me. His friend tapped my ass a few times and my hums grew into moans as I anticipated his next move. He teased me with his friend by slowly rubbing him against my magic box. I wanted to feel him inside of me so damn bad. India was pulsating inside of my mouth as she moaned, “Shiiiiiiiitttttttt.”
When I finished, India was laughing, while Dallas was waiting at attention. I turned around to meet his friend face to face and motioned for Dallas to come closer as I sat on the edge of the bed. I took his friend inside my mouth and commenced to sucking his soul out. As I sucked, India sat beside me and begin to rub my pearl. It made me want to taste him even more. He ran his hand through my hair as he moaned out, “Damn.”
In no time, I could feel his warm cream hit the back of my throat. I slowed down and continued to swallow him up. When I was done, I laid back and let India continue to strum the strings of this guitar. She moved her hands and before I could look up, Dallas had replaced her fingers with his mouth. I thought India was wonderful, but Dallas was perfect. He made me melt inside of him while India suckled my breasts, and I rubbed her pearl. He had me all off beat making India giggle. She knew the effect Dallas was having on me. He darted his tongue in and out which made me buck every time. He was turning me out if that was even possible to do. I thought I was a pro in the game, but Dallas was proving that I was wrong to ever think that. When I started to moan harder, he pulled me in closer and started to shake his head causing me to lose my mind and the little bit of composure I had left. He took both of our hands and pulled us off the bed and laid on his back. India grinned at me, “Can you ride?”
I laughed and got on top to show her I could definitely ride a dick. He caressed my thighs and gripped my ass as I rode him slowly. He bit his bottom lip and looked at me. That moment was exactly what I had pictured when I first met him, so I sped up. He threw his head back and gripped me harder. India climbed on the bed and placed herself on his face. Her hands replaced his as he gripped her thighs. We both rode him in unison while kissing each other until he couldn’t take both of us a second longer. India joked as she hopped off of him, “Damn, I thought you would’ve had this on lock.”
Dallas smirked, “I got something for yo ass. Come here!”
He made me get up and had India laying down as he pulled her to the edge of the bed and started jackhammering her while instructing me to ride her face. I wasn’t sure if India could handle herself, but I went ahead and with it and sure enough India was handling herself just fine. He made us stop midway and had us to scoot back on the bed, I leaned down, and we started eating each other out. Dallas smiled as he stroked him to the scene of us pleasing each other. He rubbed my ass and smacked it once again causing me to yearn for a rough nasty session with him. It wasn’t long before I was moaning like crazy as Dallas had entered his fingers inside of me while India continued to have her way with me. I tapped out and rolled over to the side of her while hearing India and Dallas laugh at me.
I mustered up enough energy to get back inside of India with my ass tooted in the air enticing Dallas to do whatever he wanted. He came and gave me exactly what I wanted as he entered me slowly and started to pump in and out. As he sped up so did I and India went moaning crazy. He started to sway his hips as he danced in my walls, so I did the same with my fingers inside of India causing her to squirt once again. Seconds later I was throwing it back while I felt my moment quickly approaching. Within no time Dallas was moaning and trying to catch his breath as he started to slow down his pumps. The night had ended while we showered together and laid down together for what was left of the night.
A few hours later, I awoke, and they were gone, making me wonder if I had dreamed the entire thing. I noticed a folded note on the nightstand that read…

Last night was wonderful. I hope you enjoyed yourself as well. Call me whenever you want to hang out again. 214-555-4561
Dallas King

I was certainly going to hit him up! I needed to see him on a private evening. Wouldn’t mind seeing India again too. I gathered my things and did my walk of shame that I had no shame about.