Man Swappers (9 page)

“Popping her gum as usual, right?” Paris asks, reaching for the bottle, then filling her goblet to the rim. Felecia is also a cousin of ours.

My BlackBerry pings, letting me know I have a new text message. I pick it up off the coffee table, glancing at the screen. It’s a text message from Irwin, six-three, two-hundred pounds of milk chocolate man meat with an extra-thick, curved, eight-inch dick that hits every angle of the pussy. He hits the spot every time.

I grin, reading his text message. “Guess who hit me up wanting to know if he can come through for a little role-playing?” I ask, glancing up from the screen. I don’t wait for them to ask. “Irwin.”

“Do tell,” Paris states, walking back over to the sofa and plopping down. “Oooh, he has some good dick, too.”

“What kind of role-play does he have in mind this time?” Persia wants to know.

“He wants us to pretend we’re strippers so he can make it rain on us.”

“And then what?”

“And then he wants to fuck the shit out of all three of us.”

“Well, shit. Tell him to bring his ass on,” Persia says, spreading her legs. “Let that nigga know we got all the pussy he needs to make it rain.”

I laugh, texting him back what she said. A minute later, he texts back: A
ND
I
HAVE ALL THE DICK Y
’
ALL NEED
. L
ET
’
S MAKE IT HAPPEN.
I’
LL BE IN TOWN 1ST WEEK IN MAY.

I tell them what he says, texting him back to let him know we’ll be more than happy to make it happen. I toss my phone up on the sofa. “So what we gonna do about Pasha’s wedding? Y’all want to go, or send her a gift instead?”

“It doesn’t really matter to me,” Paris says, waving her hand dismissively. “But it would be nice to see all the family together.”

I agree, nodding. “True. Mom says Aunt Harriett is always asking about us.”

Paris shakes her head, laughing. “Yeah, I know. Probably so she can try to get us up in church with her so the pastor can lay hands on us. I can hear her now, telling the congregation that she has three heathen nieces in need of prayer.”

“Oh, please,” Persia says, sucking her teeth. “The only one she needs to get hands laid on is Pasha’s ass. I don’t care what anyone says, Pasha got some shit with her, too.
Okay?
Hell, she’s marrying a damn drug dealer, for God’s sake.” She pauses, pursing her lips. “You know. We need to call Felecia and invite her out for dinner so we can pump her gossiping-ass up with drinks, then get her to spill the dirt. You know she always has her nosey-ass posted up on Facebook and BlackPlanet, so I know she knows something.”

I laugh. “Yeah, you’re probably right.” I reach for my phone. “I’m gonna text her right now.”

“Tell her we can either meet up for drinks and dinner, or she can come here.”

“No, tell her to come here,” Paris suggests. “That way we can talk more freely.”

Persia agrees. “Good point.” She pours herself another drink. The three of us get lost in Eric Roberson’s vibe the minute his song “Dealing” starts playing. I lay my head back and close my eyes. I’m not sure where Persia and Paris mentally slip off to, but I imagine candles lit and my pussy being eaten.

Pain
CHAPTER EIGHT

“
C
ome kiss my pussy,” I say in a throaty whisper, spreading open my legs. From soft gentle kisses to deep, tongue-probing French-kissing, I love the feel of a man’s tongue all up on it and in it. Damon walks over to me, kneels down between my legs and does what he is told, using his mouth and tongue to stimulate all the sensitive areas of my pussy and clit, circling his tongue all over and around it. We are in the Fuck ’Em Down room, decorated in red and black. This is our anything goes room. There is a 4-Point Sling Stand in the far left corner of the room, and a doggy-style sex machine—which can fuck you in the ass or pussy, with a waist bar in the right corner. Over on the other side of the room is a black leather sex swing.

Damon lays his tongue flat against my clit, then flaps it up and down, dragging it along the front and back of my sticky slit. I moan. “Mmmmm, yeah...just like that...Ohhhh, yesssssss...eat my pussy, you nasty fuck...mmmph...you like having a mouthful of pussy?”

He grunts, nodding his head. He tries to talk with his mouth full, but his words come out garbled. I playfully smack him. “Don’t talk. Eat. Lick. And stick. Uhhhhhhh...ooooooh...” He sticks his tongue deep into my hole, then jabs it. My pussy grabs at his tongue, pulls it in deeper.

“You ready for Mommy to fuck you deep in that hairy ass?”

He grunts.

“Yeah, I know you want Mommy to take that sweet, manly ass. I’m gonna fuck you real good; okay, baby?”

He nods his head, grunting and groaning while keeping his mouth clamped over my pussy, his tongue expertly zig-zagging all around it. Hearing what I am going to do to him causes him to increase his suction on my pussy. He is turned on by the idea of being penetrated. A sexual taboo he secretly yearns.

Being able to fuck him (or any man) into submission moistens my pussy. From mild to wild, my cunt drips with delicious anticipation as I lure him into forbidden, sexual bliss. Naked and vulnerable, it excites me to be in control of his fantasies; to be the orchestrator of his deepest, darkest desires. To introduce him to a sexual side of himself he never knew existed; an unchartered, unexplored world of deliciously sweet pain.

I am not a sadomasochist. I am not a Dominatrix. I am Pain. Not because I enjoy inflicting intense physical pain. It is the pain of the unknown caused by edging a man to an orgasm, then denying him release; it is the torture of him not knowing when he will be allowed to release that brings him the greatest pain. And it is in that anguish that causes my pussy to swell and erupt into a gushing waterfall. Denial of release while being teased and tickled can be excruciating torture.

When I go into character, pretending to be what I am not, most of my encounters with men are mostly sensual. Although there are a few who insist, beg, for intense pain. And I happily oblige. But, even then, like tonight...I have my limits.

I do not always allow them to fuck me. Nor do they always expect to. But I will
fuck
them. Lovingly or rough and dirty, men have been fucking women—in more ways than one, since the
beginning of time. So violating a man stimulates me. Forcing him to suck my big strap-on, having him bend over and spread open his cheeks so that I can stretch open his tight, virgin ass with my rubber cock excites me. He can whine and whimper and plead for mercy. But there is none. He will get what he so willingly has asked for, and then...when I have torn his asshole out the frame, I will—if I am feeling generous—invite him into the folds of my wet lips and soothingly fuck him, give him the illusion that he is still the powerful man he has always thought himself to be. But when I look into his eyes, he knows and I know that the
real
power lies in me. The power to possess his dick, the power to control his pleasures, the power to grab him by the balls and bring him to his knees with one swift yank all placed in my hands. Yes, I am the commander of his sexual fate.

What man would turn down the opportunity to fuck a beautiful woman, knowing he could have her in anyway his heart desired? Knowing that the possibilities were endless? Not many. So imagine that same man having the chance of fucking three beautiful women—triplets with voracious sexual appetites, at the same time. Imagine him having the good fortune of having access to all the pussy his dick and mouth craves. And, with my sisters and me, he can.

However, unlike Porsha and Paris—who both like slow, sweet, seductive sex, sometimes...hell,
most
times, I like it rough and dirty. Shit, sometimes a woman simply wants to be
fucked
—deep, hard and fast; just long, hot, sweaty, ass-slapping, pussy-pounding sex. That’s me. Porsha and Paris can have all of that sensual, romantic, love making, mushy shit. Give me a good, old-fashioned pussy beat down! Fuck me until my pussy swells and bruises and aches. Choke the shit out of me, yank and pull my hair, call me
bitch, whore,
and
slut
—in the bedroom, that is. Toss
me around the room; bite me on the ass. Give it to me kinky, nasty and freaky...shit!

“Enough of eating my pussy,” I say, pushing his head away from my treasure. “Go and prepare yourself for what you’ve come here for.” He gets up and I tell him to kiss me. To feed me his cumslickened tongue. Allow me to savor my juices from off his lips. He does, and when I have sucked his tongue clean, I dismiss him.

He goes into the bathroom to rinse, flush, and shower—an absolute must for any sex or anal play. While he’s in the bathroom, I slip my hand down between my legs. Close my eyes. And play with my clit. I graze it lightly with the tip of my finger at first, then flick it. Tonight, I want to fuck and be fucked. And if Damon can withstand tonight’s session without cumming all over himself before he is allowed to, he will be invited into my deep pussy, and urged to fuck me long and hard. If not, he will be sent on his way with a well-fucked ass, aching and pulsing.

Paris and Porsha walk into the room, naked. I pull my fingers from my cunt, slipping them into my mouth.
Mmmmm, my pussy tastes so good!

“Where is he?” Porsha asks, sitting on the opposite side of the king-size bed.

“In the shower,” I say, glancing over at the wall clock. “He should be coming out any minute.”

“Good,” she says, leaning back on a set of pillows. “Because I’m ready to get this show on the road. I can barely stomach seeing all that man getting fucked. It hurts my heart. Why can’t he be a regular nigga who only loves his dick getting sucked and eating and fucking pussy without wanting to be fucked, too?”

“Ugh, get over it,” I say. “You concern yourself about sucking his dick, and let me worry about his ass getting fucked.”

“And I want this shit to be over with,” Paris says, running her
fingers through her hair. “I feel a damn headache coming on.”

I roll my eyes and laugh. “Girl, whatever. You play your position and leave everything else to me and Porsha.”

“Oh, goodie,” she says sarcastically. “The greatest highlight of the evening will be watching Porsha gobble up his big cock.”

Ugh, she’s such a bitch sometimes. I watch her position herself down on her knees in front of the sex machine, lying over the waist bar. Her ass is hoisted up in the air, ready for penetration. With a stroke speed of zero to one-hundred-and-thirty strokes per minute she will be fucked mechanically, deep and slow at first, then in rapid strokes.

Damon will get on all fours and eat Porsha’s pussy, then she will shift her body and position herself underneath him and suck his dick while I fuck him in his ass with my strap-on. He will keep his eyes fixed on Paris and watch her being banged in strong, steady motion. This is what he’s asked for. This is what we shall give him.

Damon walks back into the room, naked. Beads of water cling to his sculpted chest, then slowly glide down his chocolate skin. His dick swings as he walks toward the bed. The three of us lick our lips at the sight of his beautiful body.

Porsha immediately goes into script. “Oooooh, I can’t wait to taste that beautiful dick.” She says this grinning, rubbing her hands together, ready to feast on his meat. Because the truth of the matter is—whether he likes it in the ass or not, the motherfucker has one helluva dick.

He grins back, glancing over at Porsha, then Paris. “I’ve been thinking about this all day. Thoughts of the three of you keep me horny.”

Damon gets off on being dominated by women. And he loves ass play. Something most women frown upon. But not us. Well,
not Paris and me. We welcome it. Encourage it. Allow a man to experience prostrate pleasure, however he wants.

Porsha walks over to him. “You want Pain, Passion and Pleasure to please you?”

“Yes, baby, in every way possible.”

“Then tonight is your lucky night.” She kisses him lightly on the lips, then drops down in front of him. She licks his cock from tip to root, then back up again. His dick jerks against her tongue.

“Oh, shit,” he moans, planting his hands on his narrow hips and tossing his head back. His eyes close to half-slits as he pulls in his bottom lip. “Suck that dick, baby.”

I walk over to the unlocked closet with all of its customized shelves and drawers and pull out a dildo-ball gag—a leather ball gag with a black, thick, six-inch, rubber dildo attached to it. I decide to have him to use his mouth to literally fuck Porsha. He will control how he uses the dildo on her. But I will keep him from talking, pleading, for me to stop grinding into his guts. I decide there is no need for him to say shit. He will only be able to grunt and groan, but no words shall be spoken. Not at first, anyway.

As I strap the gag around Damon’s mouth, Paris backs her ass up into the ribbed dildo attached to the thrust arm. Using the remote, she turns it on and it slowly pushes into her pussy and begins to slow stroke herself. It doesn’t take long before she is rocking back and forth in sync to its thrusts, moaning.

Porsha lies on her back, legs spread apart, bent at the knees and plays with her clit. She gets herself slick and ready. Damon positions himself between her legs, then starts probing her pussy with the gag. She arches her back, grabbing him by the head. His beautifully muscled ass sticks out. I kiss and nibble on each cheek while he works Porsha’s cunt over.

Drool gathers around the corners of my mouth from seeing his tight hole pucker. I stick my tongue in it, then lick it a few times before spitting in it. I don’t know what it is about licking a man’s ass, but...I love, love, love it!

It dawns on me that I’ve forgotten the lube. I walk back over to the closet and grab the Anal Balm, then remember Damon isn’t a beginner and he doesn’t need anything to numb his hole. I reach for the Pjur Body Glide instead; one of my favorites because it’s nice and thick and very slick and never dries. Tonight, his ass will need all the lubricant it can get. He will be ass-fucked to no end. Then when I am done, I will straddle his cock and give him this sweet pussy as reward for submitting himself to me; for allowing me to capture every part of who he is as a man. I will not make him feel any less of a man than he was before he grabbed his ankles and allowed me to fuck him.