Man Swappers (40 page)

I shake my head, sighing. “Don’t start, Persia. She’s really been trying. Actually, things have gone great. We’ve gotten along. And—”

“Whatever. How many times did you have to ignore something she’s said sideways?”

“A few…” She laughs. “Look, that’s beside the damn point. The fact is we’ve had a good day together.” I tell her how we shopped and laughed and had dinner at this nice restaurant where we ate
homemade chicken pot pies, then went to one of the local bakeries and gobbled up apple dumplings and shoo-fly pie for dessert. “We were like two greedy pigs,” I say, laughing. “You should have seen us.”

“Oh, joy; how exciting. Oink, oink, so glad I missed the pig show.”

“You know, you can be such a bitch sometimes.”

She laughs. “Takes one to know one, boo. So where is she now?”

“In her room knocked out.”

She grunts. “Well, look. Let me go. I have a few more things to handle here before I head home.”

“Home? Where are you?”

“Still here at the boutique.”

I glance over at the digital clock on the nightstand. It’s almost ten o’clock at night. I raise a brow. “What, this late? What in the world are you still doing there this time of the night?”

“Well, I straightened up, closed out the register, then ended up doing some website stuff.”

“Girlfriend, that doesn’t take all night,” I state, frowning.

“And I worked on a few sites for three new clients while I was here. Time slipped by. But I was able to get a lot of work done today.”

“Oh,” I say, pausing. There’s a lie floating around somewhere in all of this. I just don’t know where it is, or what it is. But I’m sure, it’ll be discovered. “Well, thanks again, for holding things down today.”

“Anytime, Sis. You know I’ll always have your back.”

“I know you will,” I say, trying to shake the unsettling feeling rising up in my stomach.

“Make sure you have your ass back here tomorrow. And don’t forget about Damon this weekend; in case you try to make other plans.”

“I haven’t forgotten,” I say, yawning. “Let me get off this phone
and get in bed. We’re leaving around six in the morning, so I need to get my beauty sleep.”

“Yeah, you do that,” she says, laughing. “We don’t need you no uglier than you already are.”

“Whatever, hooker. Get home safe.”

“Thanks. Love you.”

“Love you, too.”

I press the end button, then sit the phone up on the nightstand, staring at it. I lie back on the bed, thoughts of Desmond wafting through my mind.
I should’ve given him my cell number,
I think, making a mental note to get his number from off of the caller ID and call him the minute I get to the store.
Stupid, stupid, stupid!
I let out a sigh, relieved he hadn’t called while Persia was there.

Bright and early, I walk through Paradise’s doors and head straight for the caller ID to get Desmond’s number. I want to see him. Want to tell him that I would like to spend more time with him. I check the box, and almost faint. All of my numbers have been erased.
Ohmyfuckinggod, why the fuck did she erase the numbers off of the caller ID?
I pick up the store phone and dial her number.

“Hey.”

“Persia, did you erase the caller ID yesterday?”

“Oh, yeah, I did,” she says coolly. I feel like screaming on her. I take a deep breath. Calmly ask her why. “Girl, you had over three hundred numbers on that thing. I figured you were too busy to clear it out. So I did it for you. I went through all of the numbers to see if there were any from businesses and wrote those numbers down, in case you might need them in the future. Everything else got deleted.”

I feel faint. And sick to my stomach. “Persia, you had no damn business erasing anything. Like, what the fuck?!”

“Whoa, girlfriend. What’s up with all the hostility? They’re only numbers. Is it
that
serious for you to get into a hissy-fit? Geesh. I apologize. I thought I was helping out.”

I take another deep breath. “You know what. You’re right. I shouldn’t be screaming on you. You didn’t know.”

“I didn’t know what?”

“That I needed a number to call back a customer about two handbags,” I lie. “Those are guaranteed sales.”

“Oh, damn. Well, if they want them bad enough, they’ll call you back. Trust me. But I guess I shouldn’t have deleted anything. I’m sorry. Like I said, I thought I was doing you a favor.”

Bitch, you’re always doing shit you have no business doing!
I can’t even talk to her right now. Thanks to her ass, I have to sit around and hope Desmond calls me sometime today. “You know what. You’re absolutely right. If they want the bags, they’ll call back for them.”

“Exactly. I wouldn’t sweat it if I were you.”

“Trust me. I’m not going to,” I say, pissed for not writing his number down, or committing it to memory.
Fuck!
“I’ll talk to you later, girl.”

“Okay. Talk to you tonight.” The minute we disconnect, I feel a pounding headache surfacing. I glance at my watch. I have ninety minutes to go before the store opens. I decide to take a nap, walking into my office and plopping down onto the sofa. I lay my head back and close my eyes.
Porsha would’ve never done any bullshit like this!

Pain
CHAPTER FORTY-TWO

W
et heat floods the back of Porsha’s mouth as I push the butt plug deep into Damon’s tight, muscular ass. He’s here for another round of Pain, Passion and Pleasure. And, tonight, we deliver like no other. “Aaah, fuuuuuuck…”

“You like having your hairy ass plugged while Passion gobbles up your cock and cream, don’t you?” I ask, biting him on his shoulder, my nipples hard and erect against his back. He grunts and groans as his body trembles. Porsha slides her hands up his hips, pulling him deeper into her mouth. “That’s right, Passion, suck out all that sweet cream, girl.”

I pull the butt plug out of his ass, then push it back in. He moans. I brush lightly agains his balls. Tug at them from behind him. His body jerks. “Aaaaaah, shiiiiit…goddamn…y’all really know how to make a man feel good…”

“Oh this party’s only getting started,” I state, pulling the plug from his hole. I lick it, then press it up to his lips. Tell him to taste his ass. He sucks the plug as Porsha gets up off her knees. She lightly pushes my hand away from his mouth, removes the plug from his mouth, then replaces it with her sticky tongue. His hand slips between her thighs, brushes against her clit. She gasps. The cordless vibrating nipple clamps dangle snugly around her erect nipples, causing tingly vibrations to shoot through them.

“I wanna put my dick in you,” he tells her, gliding his hand back and forth over her slit. “Your pussy’s so wet.”

Porsha moans, but doesn’t seem interested in being fucked tonight. “Look how sexy Paris is over there playing in her pussy,” I say, taking Damon by the hand, pulling him away from Porsha and walking him over to Paris. He grabs my ass, squeezes. “You like that fat ass, don’t you?”

“Hell yeah,” he says, slapping it.

I glance at him over my shoulder. “Be a good little boy, and I’ll let you fuck me in it.”

Paris is across the room. She has her legs spread wide with her jelly Chocolate Dream Vibe dildo stuffed deep in her pussy. It’s vibrating G-spot curve and clit stimulator bringing her blissful delight. She moans loudly. Damon has his eyes locked on her as we walk over to her. “You wanna taste my pussy?” she asks him as she pulls her cum-coated toy out of her slit and hands it to him. He takes it, greedily sucks it, then reaches over and kisses her lightly on the lips, slipping his tongue into her mouth before bending over and licking her clit. He pulls open her swollen lips, rich brown skin and deep pink insides flash before him. He smiles. Tells her how pretty her pussy is, then dips his tongue in.

I crane my neck to see what Porsha is doing. She has left the room, quietly slipped out without a word. My attention is on the hunk in front of me, bent over with his ass sticking out and his face buried between Paris’s thighs, to wonder why she has disappeared. I glance at Paris. Her eyes are closed. Her bottom lip pulled in. She’s enjoying Damon’s mouth and tongue.

I squat down in back of him, pull open his ass cheeks. I lap at his hole. Moan at the sweet muskiness that greets my nostrils. I inhale. Tongue probing the essence of forbidden desires, my pussy simmers with arousal. I force his thighs open wider, lick the back
of his balls, finger his hole. He moans, loudly slurping Paris’s pussy.

“Ohhh, yes…eat my pussy…ooooh, Damon. Your tongue is heaven…”

I pull Damon’s dick to the back, lick around the head then wrap my warm lips over it and suck him until his dick swells in my mouth. He bucks his hips, a sign that he’s ready to be fucked. And as bad as I want to strap up and grind into his tight, muscular ass, I have other plans. I stand up. Walk over to the closet and pull out a flogger, then walk back over to Damon and Paris, my eyes fixed on his ass. I bring the flogger up and around, then snap it against his ass—it suede multi-tails splaying across his ass like long, thin fingers, gently caressing his skin. He lets out a soft grunt, his mouth full with Paris’s pussy. She grabs his head, lifts her hips. There is very little
sting
and
thud
as I snap it across his ass.

“Make her come,” I say, striking his ass again. He moans. “Make her sweet pussy squirt in your mouth.” I strike him again. He eats Paris’s pussy in between hums and grunts, his tongue rapidly flicking across her clit, jabbing into her slit until she lifts her hips and grinds into his mouth, coming.

When he’s finished, Paris pulls his face to hers and kisses him, then pushes him away. No words being said, she slips her dildo back into her pussy, rotating two fingers on her clit. She moans.

“Look how wet you got my sister’s pussy,” I say, wrapping my arms around his waist, my nipples pressing against his back; my pussy against his ass. I reach for his dick. Stroke it. He moans, watching as Paris pleasures herself. My own pussy is now on fire. I’m certain he can feel its smoldering heat. I smile as Damon turns to face me. He glances down at the flogger in my hand, then shifts his eyes between my thighs. He grins, knowingly. I want my titties and pussy whipped. Want to be called dirty names—slut, bitch, whore, wench. Want to be fucked rough.

He steps into me, yanks me by the back of my hair, then shoves his tongue deep into my mouth as he takes the flogger from me. I bite down on his lip. Paris watches as he throws me down on the bed. Excitement surges through me.

“Oh, yesssss,” I coo, scooting back on the bed, spreading my legs, and exposing my smoothly waxed lips. “Whip my pussy.”

Damon’s eyes are fixed on my glistening cunt, admiringly and appreciatively. He swirls the flogger in around in the air in big circle.
Swish!
Slap! Swish!
I yelp in delight as the suede lashes kiss my clit, the mouth of my pussy. He brings the flogger around again, striking my pussy harder this time.

Swish!

“You little nasty slut!”

I throw my head back, pinching my nipples.

“Fucking whore!”

Again,
swish!

I yell out, on the verge of an orgasm.

“Dirty bitch!”

Swish!

He whips my clit and pussy and calls me names until I’m screaming and coming. Paris moans. She’s coming, too. Desmond drops the flogger, then eases between my legs. He kisses my clit, my swollen lips. His tongue gently licks my cunt. This only seems to intensify my orgasms as my stomach strains against the lingering heat.

“Oooooooooooh…”

Damon inches himself up over me, brings his sticky lips to mine. The scent of pussy—mine, Porsha’s and Paris’s—stained on his breath. “You ready for me to fuck you?” he whispers.

“Yes…”

In my peripheral vision, I see Paris getting up. See her opening
the box of condoms. She rolls one down on her dildo, another condom in her hand. She walks over toward the bed. Tears open the condom as Damon shifts his body, lying beside me while she pulls out the condom. We continue our tongue dance in eagerness as she slowly rolls it down over his aching cock.

“Fuck my sister,” Paris whispers in his ear, “while I fuck you with my dildo.”

He moans. Hovering himself over me, I lift my legs, pull open my pussy and watch as he eases into me. Ooooh, his dick feels good going in. I let out a moan. He slowly twirls his dick inside my pussy as Paris opens his ass and inches her vibrating dildo into him. He grunts when she pushes the head in. She takes her time working his hole. I feel his dick thicken to capacity, stretching my walls.

“Aaaaaaah…ohhh, shiiiit,” he says, thrusting in me. Paris matches his thrusts.

He alternates his hands and methodically strokes my clit, fucking me until I’m coming again. Paris rapidly plunges in and out of his ass until he’s coming. He lets out a defeaning groan. His eyes are wide and fixed on mine as he grunts over and over. His body shudders. Then he collapses onto my chest, sweaty and spent, kissing along my shoulders and neck. Paris pulls her dildo out of him, then hands it to me. I slip it into my mouth, sucking his scent off while clenching his softening cock with my pussy muscles. I close my eyes as Paris walks out, listening to the light snores coming from Damon. I smile.
We fucked his ass to sleep
.

Porsha
CHAPTER FORTY-THREE

I
wanna see you tonight,” Emerson says softly into the phone. There’s tenderness in his tone that warms me. I really think I’m falling for this man. He makes me feel alive, and wanted, and desired.

I smile. “I wanna see you, too.”

“Why you smiling?” he asks as if he can see through the phone, catching me by surprise.

“How you know I’m smiling?”

“I can feel it,” he says, laughing.

“Yeah, right,” I say, sucking my teeth.

“Oh, you weren’t smiling?”

“I didn’t say that.”

“Aiight, then. So why you smiling?”