“You showed me a new you in Mexico, MK. Let me show you a new Ms. E. I want a date night. Meet me at this club I know. I will send you a text with the details. Let’s say the night is on me. Ms. Erotica’s surprise for My’Kuyah.”

MK gets to the arranged destination early. He watches Ms. E walk into the bar. It seems like everyone else in the room does as well. She’s that kind of Erotic Beauty--everyone takes note.

Her plan is to pretend they don’t know each other. My’Kuyah is going to seduce her in a hotel room for an evening of wild sex, but first, he has to successfully pick her up.

A strange man takes a seat at Ms. Erotica’s table. Apparently, My’Kuyah’s not the only one with designs of seduction tonight. He can’t say he’s surprised given how hot she looks. And, man, does she look hot. Ms. E glances over to see My’Kuyah staring at her. A shy smile follows; her eyes turn away and return to the intrusive stranger. Erotica’s cheekbones glimmer in the evening light. Red lipstick highlights her full lips. He imagines kissing those lips, imagines his tongue between them, imagines watching them glide up and down his dick leaving a trail of red behind.

A tight-fitting black and white tiger-striped dress hugs her muscular shoulders and cups her round, full breasts. The slightest trace of excited nipples demands closer inspection. My’Kuyah fantasizes about the moment he uncovers them. He can feel her breasts in his mouth, feel the chill bumps that will gather around her areolas, feel himself shudder with sensations of his lover’s bosom wet with his saliva pressing against his face, the sensation of her leaning into him for more of his adoring tongue.

Her hips and fit brown legs are what sends him over the edge, though. He can’t wait to lie between her thighs and taste the sweet essence that is his Erotic Beauty.

My’Kuyah summons a waiter.

“Yes, sir, what can I do for you?”

“See that woman sitting over there?” He turns to point to Erotica. “Well, she was sitting over there just a second ago…” His eyes scour the room for any trace of her: nothing. “Never mind, thank you.”

His heart sinks. Miss Erotica disappearing with a strange man was not part of the plan. My’Kuyah stands to get a better look but sees only empty seats and half-empty waters. He wanders to their table trying to not be conspicuous in his search. Her scent lingers in the air. A note with his name on it sits on her recently occupied chair.

“MyKuyah, we will be in room 232. Join us. You know I love you. E.”

Pangs of jealousy, uncertainty, urgency, lust, desire and doubt all mix in the pit of his stomach. “What the fuck?” One internal voice demands a quick exit; another reminds him to calm down, catch his breath and find room 232. He’s learning that one never knows what to expect with Ms. Erotica, ever.

MK returns to his table to begin the calming down process and orders a drink to help him along. So consumed with Ms. Erotica, he has no idea who the mystery man is, no recollection of a single detail of his appearance.

My’Kuyah makes his way to room 232 and knocks. No answer. He waits a few seconds and knocks a second time. Finally, the door opens. The mystery man, handsome, maybe Filipino with jet black hair and high cheekbones greets him. “Welcome, dear fellow.” The man leans through the doorway and plants a gentle kiss on My’Kuyah’s cheek. “I guess you’re wondering just what the fuck is going on with your date night.”

The man’s directness elicits a reluctant but welcome smile, “the exact words did cross my mind.”

“Come on in and find out. Welcome to the party. I’m Leandro, a friend of Ms. E.”

My’Kuyah looks for Ms. Erotica but she is nowhere to be found.

“In the bathroom,” says Leandro, “she’ll be right out. Have a seat and get ready for the show Mr. Man.”

Leandro sits next to MK. The bathroom door opens. Out walks an elegant, long-legged coffee-with-cream black woman who is a combination ballerina and 800-meter track star. She is the woman of MK’s longest-held fantasies: tall, muscular, high bubble-bootied athlete framed in black lace lingerie—garter belt, thigh-high stockings, strapless bra barely covering firm breasts, naked pussy--and a gorgeous smile that demands more attention than any other physical feature. “Wow!”

“That’s quite an extensive vocabulary for a woman as stunning as me.”

“Any other expression would be inadequate.”

She smiles and sits on his lap. “I’m Zora, you must be My’Kuyah.” Her voice soothes any lingering anxiety My’Kuyah still carries from Erotica’s changed plans.

“Zora as in…”

“Yes, that Zora, both my parents were fans. They loved her uninhibited Blackness.”

“And what brings you here?” My’Kuyah surveys her glorious body, “Like this…”

Zora places an elegant index finger on his lips, “shhh, all questions will be answered in due time.” Her lips replace her finger and her kiss renders him helpless. If he could speak, he would say, “Do with me as you please, I’m yours, and I’ll do anything for more of your kisses.”

Her tongue explores the depths of his mouth and Zora says, “No words necessary, I know.”

The bathroom door bursts open and out walks Ms. Erotica, her outfit an homage to Michael Jackson: white on black wing tip shoes, baggy black pants with white pinstripes held in place by white suspenders pretending to cover the nipples of her naked breasts, a black fedora with a small red feather on the side is pulled down low across her brow, pants unzipped, a black strap-on dick extends from her parted zipper.

Both men feel their hearts race. Zora purrs a surprising “Wow!” of her own. All three sit stunned, jaws agape, deep desires for Ms. Erotica churning like unbridled waters of spring.

She beckons Zora forward. Zora kneels before Ms. Erotica and takes the strap-on dick in her mouth. Her hands further separate Erotica’s trousers. My’Kuyah and Leandro stare at the brown skin and black straps revealed by Zora’s hands; riveted, speechless, salivating for a taste of Ms. Erotica’s raw sensual beauty.

Leandro reaches across from his chair and takes My’Kuyah’s erect dick in his hand, and strokes it gently, all the time staring at the two knockout women before them. To his surprise, My’Kuyah relishes every single sensation.

Zora slides Erotica’s suspenders over her sculpted shoulders leaving her well-endowed chest fully exposed. She caresses Erotica’s breasts rolling her nipples between thumb and index finger. Erotica’s head bends back in response, her pants trickle down over her thighs, her hips thrust forward and fill Zora’s throat with her prosthetic black dick.

Ms. Erotica leads Zora to the end of the bed nearest to their rapt audience. Erotica sits down first, Zora sits upon her, both women face the panting boys. Together they ease the strap-on into Zora’s receptive pussy. Zora’s thighs spread wide open; her gold streaked muscles extend out from her engorged mocha brown pussy. She plays magic tricks with Erotica’s dick—one minute you see it, the next it disappears into parts unknown.

Erotica removes Zora’s bra. “Oh my fucking god!” Her breasts are the breasts of poetry, of classic African art, golden brown orbs, large silver dollar size areolas, erect dark brown nipples that point to the sky. Erotica’s hands squeeze, massage, and thoroughly indulge in the soft full flesh of Zora’s breasts as she fucks the hell out of Zora’s pretty pussy.

Zora extends her head back exposing her neck to Erotica’s lips. Ms. E bites Zora’s ears, licks her nape. Their fucking slows, lips search for lips, mouths for mouths. Zora lifts herself off Erotica’s strap-on and turns to face her. They rub nipple on nipple, entwine salivating tongues, and take turns sucking on each other’s breasts.

She tears off her partner’s pants. The women dive into a “69” position and indulge in voracious swallows of each other’s sweet jelly. Zora’s round ass gyrates before the lusting men. My’Kuyah has to have a taste of some female body part. He can’t stand to just watch much longer. He takes Leandro’s hand and moves forward to the edge of the bed. “May we join?”

Neither woman says a thing. Most important, neither says “no.” My’Kuyah helps himself to a bite of Zora’s bootie. It tastes like morning fruit with just a trace of sex generated dew. He sits beside the two beauties on the edge of the bed. Leandro kneels between his legs and takes his dick into his mouth, positioned to watch the women eat each other while sucking on a male treat to enhance the visual feast.

Zora ekes out a few words between exasperated breaths. “Somebody…oh yes, ohhh… one of you… fuck me in the ass…oh fuck, yes…somebody fuck me!”

It’s like words from heaven. My’Kuyah takes in his circumstance: the love of his life is lying before him eating and being eaten by a gorgeous 6’2” rock star who is now begging for a dick to fill her ass while the only man who has ever touched him sucks his cock. Unbelievable! He pinches himself to make sure the entire scene is nothing more than a dream-like fantasy.

“Leandro, excuse me, but duty calls, I got an ass to fuck.” My’Kuyah kisses Leandro’s forehead, wrestles a condom out of his pocket, hastily rolls it down his erection, lubes himself up, straddles Zora’s perfect behind, spreads her sumptuous athletic cheeks and thrusts his dick into her begging ass.

“Ohhhh, oh fuck…yes…harder MK, fuck me harder… ohhh fuck yes…” Music to My’Kuyah’s ears, a siren song that draws him further into Zora’s sacred ass canyon sending Zora’s tongue deeper into Erotica’s pussy driving Ms. E to return the favor.

Ms. E beckons Leandro forward; he kneels astride Erotica’s face and rubs his dick along her neck and shoulders. Her lips leave Zora’s pussy for a taste of Leandro’s erect dick and then return to Zora. They all turn to Zora: Erotica eats her, My’Kuyah fucks her ass, Leandro leans in to bite her nipples.

Ecstatic moans emanate from every orifice on Zora’s perfect body. An orgasm rolls like thunder across her lanky frame accompanied by a joyous downpour of sweet cream that fills Erotica’s mouth. Her delight flashes like bursts of lightning that explode across the lovers’ faces. No one wants to stop.

They all descend upon Ms. Erotica. My’Kuyah licks what remains of Zora’s cum from Erotica’s mouth. He sucks her tongue between his lips and fills her mouth with his own. Leandro licks her pussy drinking deeply from her sugar fountain. Zora suckles her breasts, nipples standing upright at full mast. Three sets of hands fondle every inch of Erotica’s curvaceous figure: her hips, bootie, breasts, and thighs. Erotica squirms, shakes, grinds, sighs, and moans, dancing and singing to her ardent lovers.

My’Kuyah turns Ms. Erotica over and positions her “doggy style” on the bed. Leandro slides between her thighs and continues to feast on her pussy. Zora squeezes Ms. E’s dangling breasts suckling and licking her nipples. My’Kuyah does the same with Erotica’s ass while straddling Leandro, their erect dicks grinding against each other in rhythm with their ecstatic partners.

Her ass tastes so damn good, My’Kuyah strains his tongue as far up her hole as he can reach, licks the rim of her rectum, revels in Erotica’s delighted reaction to his wet tongue darting in and out of her ass. “Fuck me, ‘Kuyah. I want to feel your dick inside me, please, put your dick up my ass, fill me up, My‘Kuyah.”

“Your wish is my command beautiful Erotica.” Conscious of always using a fresh condom, MK changes his, and slides his dick up her rectum, his hands separate her mouthwatering cheeks, his ears fill with her joyous moans, his heart overflows with love for this woman he adores kneeling before him, ass raised, riding his dick with abandon. “Oh, fuck yes...ohhh yes...fuck me harder, My’Kuyah, yessss...that’s it...ohhh, I’m almost there...ohhhhhh...oh fuck yes....oh, oh, oh, oh, ohhhh!” An orgasm for the ages connects the foursome in shared glee, body upon body amid a chorus of ecstatic moans.

After a brief bask in afterglow, Erotica and Zora lay the men on their backs next to each other on the king-size bed. Erotica sits atop Leandro; Zora on My’Kuyah. “I always wanted to see my man get laid.” Erotica laughs and slaps hands with Zora. Together, they ride the men’s dicks in syncopated cadence continuing their laughter throughout. “One, two, shake on three, rotate your hips girl, that’s it, swing around that dick, join me in a little coochie shuffle, make these mothafuckas howl.”

And howl they do, like wolves baying at a full moon. The men revel in the delightful frolic unfolding atop their grateful cocks. They, too, slap hands; neither one wants to cum. Neither one wants the intimacy to end, ever. They hold back as long as they can but the feeling is too good, their sensations too rich, the men succumb and cum together bathing in an exalted bliss made possible by Erotica’s surprise.

“What else you got in store for us, Ms. E?”

“You’ll just have to wait and see Daddy K. Believe me, you won’t be disappointed.”