Man Swappers (11 page)

He’s standing in the same spot, waiting. He smiles when he sees me.

“Sorry about that. It was my sister.”

“Ah, you good, ma. It’s your world. I’m just tryna fit in.”

I flash him a wide smile, pulling my shades down over my eyes. “Would you like for me to drive?” I ask as I place the
BE BACK IN AN HOUR
sign in the window on the door.

“Nah, baby, you wit’ me. I got this. The only thing you gotta do is tell me where you wanna go.” He disarms the alarm to his truck, then opens the door for me. He waits until I slide in, then
shuts it. I’m impressed with his gentlemanly ways. I fasten my seatbelt. He climbs into the driver’s side, turning the ignition. “It’s me and you now,
Paradise.
Let’s go eat.” He pulls off.

I smile, resting my head back. “Yes, let’s eat.”
And the first chance I get I’m gonna be eating the nut out of that dick!

Porsha
CHAPTER TEN

“
I
’ve been meaning to ask you. How’d your meeting go the other day?” Persia asks Paris, taking a sip from her wineglass. We’re having one of our usual nightcaps, unwinding from our day. Tonight’s wine of choice is Belondrade y Lurton Rueda, a delicious Spanish white wine. Dwele is playing low in the background.

Paris makes a face, giving her a confused look. “What meeting?”

“Uh, helllllllooooo. The meeting you had with some hot new designer who wants to sell some of his designs at the store.”

She laughs. “Ohhh, that meeting. Girl, it went really well. I like really him.”

“Okay, now I’m feeling left out,” I say, tucking a leg underneath me. I take a sip of my wine, smacking my lips. “Mmmph, I can drink this all night.” I am sitting on the sofa next to Paris. Persia is sitting in the chair across from us.

“I know,” Paris agrees. “We’ll end up being a bunch of drunken winos, messing with this bottle.”

I laugh.

“Uh, excuse you,” Persia says, laughing with me. “Speak for yourself. Now finish telling us about this designer.”

Paris takes a large gulp of wine. “There’s not much to tell. He’s fresh out of F.I.T. with his MFA. And his designs are definitely edgy.”

“Well, all I wanna know is,” I say, hoisting my glass up. “Is he fuckable? Or is he a Tutti Frutti?”

She laughs. “Girl, I don’t know. I wasn’t looking at him like that.”

I roll my eyes. “Girlfriend, you don’t have to be looking at him like that. But you can still tell if he’s someone we can slide down on the dick with, or if he’s someone we’ll be buying heels with.”

She keeps laughing. “Girl, I’m not messing with you.”

“Well, then. On another note,” Persia says, abruptly changing the subject, “my pussy’s twitching for some dick. Y’all feel like fucking tonight?” It’s been almost a week since our sexapade with Damon. And like usual, Pesia has tossed back three glasses of wine and is ready for another round of dick.

Paris and I both say, “Sure.”

“Who do you have in mind?” I ask, taking another slow sip from my glass. Aside from Damon, I wonder how many other men secretly seek
ass play
with women. And how many openly admit it.

“How about we invite Emerson over for some pussy? It’s been a while since we’ve worked him over. Hopefully it’ll prove my suspicions of him wrong.” She picks up her cell and dials his number. When he doesn’t answer, she leaves a message. “Hey, baby, it’s Persia. There are three hot, horny, pussies here wanting to get fucked good tonight. Come through and feed us that big dick.” She disconnects, then texts him. “If he doesn’t call or text back in fifteen minutes or so, or isn’t ringing this doorbell in thirty minutes, his number gets deleted.”

“Mmmm, that’s too bad,” I say, closing my eyes and imagining sucking on his dick again. That nigga has some of the best dick cream I’ve tasted. I lick my lips. “I can sure use another round of that nut.”

Paris laughs, knowingly. “I second that emotion.”

An hour and a half goes by, we are on our second bottle of wine, and Emerson still hasn’t called back. Nor has he responded to Persia’s text.

“Mmmph,” I grunt, glancing at my watch, “looks like we won’t be hearing from Emerson tonight.”

Paris agrees. “It sure looks that way, doesn’t it? Come to think of it, this makes it the second time he’s done this.”

“No, try his third,” Persia states, reaching for her cell. “Delete, delete, delete. His ass is officially cut from the team.”

Paris and I watch her walk out of the room. I close my eyes when Will’s “Full Course Meal” from his Sex Tape mix starts playing. And that’s exactly what Emerson had. An entrée of perky tits, juicy asses and hot, wet pussies he could have any time he wanted. But, obviously it wasn’t enough. Surprisingly, I’m disappointed. And I’m not exactly sure why. From the beginning, although I haven’t been able to put my finger on it, I’ve always felt like there was something different about Emerson. Anytime he was fucking me, or I was sucking his dick, he always wanted to look into my eyes. He always kissed me longer than he would Persia or Paris. It always felt like he wanted to make love to
me
, not fuck me like he’d fuck my sisters. I never said anything, but I noticed it. I wonder if they noticed it, too. Then again, they could probably not care less.

“Greedy niggas always fuck up a good thing,” I say, shaking my head.

“They sure do,” Paris agrees, taking a sip from her wineglass. “But all well-traveled roads must eventually come to an end. And his has run its course straight into a dead end, good dick and all.”

I nod, thoughtfully, but don’t say anything. Truth is, I’m going
to miss fucking him. He isn’t only a good pussy eater with good dick. He knows how to be a passionate lover. I think. Remember the first time we fucked him.

We had him strapped to the bed, blindfolded and naked. His wrists and ankles tightly cinched in padded cuffs. Arms and legs stretched out wide. The thought of him wanting to be helpless and completely at our mercy, made my pussy pulsate, made it clench with need. A warm, sticky wetness seeped between my thighs from anticipation.

I grazed my lips over his skin, placing soft kisses along the curve of his neck, his shoulders, along the center of his chest while Persia lowered the smoothly waxed lips of her cunt to his mouth, then leaned forward on her arms as he nuzzled his nose into her hot, dripping pussy and suckled on her creamy essence.

His thick, rigid cock bounced freely. It’s tip, leaking precum.

I licked my lips, catching the drool that gathered in the corners of my mouth as I took his scorching hot dick into my hand and stroked it, then slipped it into my hungry mouth. Paris watched from across the room. Her pussy splayed open by teasing fingers.

We taunted him, teased him; edged him to the brink of an orgasm. Each of us alternated feeding him our pussies, challenging him to use his senses to figure out which one of us mounted his face, his cock, next. We ground our hips against him, allowed him to savor the heat before lifting up, then switching positions. His mouth full of pussy, he moaned in pleasure. Groaned from the unexpected, twisted and jolted until he erupted spurts of hot, flowing lava.

“...I’m going to call that little sexy waiter from the Je’s...”

I shift in my seat. Persia’s voice slices into my thoughts. I look up and bring my attention back to her. She has her cell pressed up against her ear, holding the receipt he wrote his number on between her fingers.

Paris’s eyes light up. “Girl, are you serious? Leave that boy alone.”

“Leave him
alone
, hell. Let him answer and bring his ass over here. He’s gonna go from manchild to man with three clicks of this pussy.” She pats her crotch. “Then get turned the fuck out.”

Paris shakes her head. “Persia, you know like I do that he is nowhere near ready for us.”

“You don’t know that. But, ready or not, that little motherfucker was sexy as hell and looked like he had some good dick. And I want some of it, damn it. Now are you hookers with me?”

“Ooh, ooh, ooh,” I say, raising my hand. “I am.”

“Well, count me out of this one,” Paris says as she takes a slow slip of her drink. Sometimes she can be such a party pooper. “I don’t want anything to do with robbing that young boy of his innocence. But I’ll sit back and watch the two of you turn him out.”

Persia waves her on. “Girl, hush. There isn’t anything innocent about his ass; trust me. You saw how he looked at us when... hello, is this Royce? Hey, baby boy, it’s Persia. You waited on my sisters and me a few weeks ago...yes, the sexy- ass triplets...I see you remember...” She gives me and Paris one of those “see I told you” half-nods.

“This bitch is crazy,” I say, laughing. She waves me on.

“Look...what are you doing now? Oh, really. Well, are you up for some wet, juicy pussy? Yes, now...”

Paris shakes her head. “Pour me another drink,” she says to me, holding her glass out. “I can tell I’m gonna need to be lit the hell up for what y’all about to do to that poor boy.”

I laugh. “Don’t blame it on the alcohol, boo. If he comes through, he’s coming as a willing participant.”

“...Oh, and remember, you’ll be fucking all three of us. So make sure you bring enough condoms for more than one round...
ohhhh, we shall see, big boy...Well, you just make sure you bring us a clean, hard dick.” She gives him the address, then hangs up.

She grins, filling her glass with more wine. “Well, y’all freaky bitches, looks like we’re about to get us some young, tender cock tonight.”

“Hooker, what’s this ‘you’ll be fucking all three of us’ shit? I told you I wasn’t fucking him so why’d you tell him that?”

“Because I know you’ll be changing your mind the minute you see his naked ass stretched out on the bed.”

Paris rolls her eyes. “Whatever.”

I glance at my watch. It’s almost eleven. “I guess I better go upstairs and wash my pussy out,” I say, getting up and tossing the remainder of my drink back.

Paris gets up as well, laughing. “Yeah, please do. The last time your cat started leaking it smelled like rotted fish juice.”

I laugh with her. “Heifer, please. That was the two-week old nut crusted up around your lips you kept picking at.”

“Porsha, sweetie, kiss my ass.” We are both laughing as we make our way out of the room, leaving Persia to finish off her drink while we get ready for our fuck of the night.

Passion
CHAPTER ELEVEN

H
is mocha skin atop Persia, Royce stretches her with his width, taps the bottom of her well with his length. I silently laugh to myself as her eyes roll up in the back of her head. As she squirms and arches her back, I am fully aware that the joke is now on her. He is surprisingly more endowed than any of us anticipated. Eleven-and-a-half inches of thick, curved, uncut cock. And this young stud is amazingly skilled at delivering every inch of it with deliberate purpose. I watch the deep dimples of his muscled ass as it tightens with each thrust.

He’s nothing like the shy, awkward-acting guy who waited on us a few weeks ago. This is a young man who is used to servicing pussy, used to delivering the dick with precision. I wonder how many other women have foolishly mistaken and assumed he couldn’t handle them because he was young.

“Ooooh...aaah...yes, fuck meeeee with that big-ass dick, baaaaaaby,” Persia coos.

“Fuck her, lil’ daddy,” I encourage, slipping two fingers into my slit, then stirring my insides before pulling them out and sucking on them. Watching him serve Persia the dick relentlessly has my pussy sizzling. My juices bubble out of my slit and coat my fingers with hot, sticky nectar. I feel compelled to walk over and bite his ass cheeks and feed him my sweetness. “Bust her pussy open, baby.”

I get up and walk over toward them, pushing my fingers back into my pussy. I keep them buried deep inside of me, scoop out my cream, then slip my fingers into his mouth. He lovingly sucks them, then presses his lips to Persia’s and offers her his tongue. She kisses him back, sucks on his tongue.

“Damn, pull open ya pussy, baby, and play with that shit,” he says to Paris, looking over at her. She is lying on the other side of the king-size bed, facing them. Her legs spread wide. Her clit and swollen cunt lips beckoning his mouth, his tongue. “Let me see that shit skeet.”

“Is this what you wanna see?” Paris asks him, pulling open her pussy and revealing her pinkness. I am not a lesbian, nor do I desire to be one. But, seeing her perfectly shaped pussy pulled open, slick and ready, causes a bolt of sparks to shoot to my clit. I pinch my nipples, and let out a soft moan.

Persia arches beneath him, and her moans turn to gasps. She gulps in air, continues to roll her eyes up in the back of her head, then lifts her legs and digs her heels into his ass, pulling him deeper into her. Her nails dig into his back; sink into his skin. Royce starts to ride her faster as the heat in his balls begins to rise. His grunts and rapid thrusts are indications that he is ready to erupt.

She opens her eyes and warns, “Don’t you nut, yet.”

He slows his pace, then in one swift motion he rolls over onto his back with Persia now on top of him, his dick still buried deep inside of her. She rides him like the freak she is. Fast, frantic and nasty.

He grunts.

“You like this pussy?”

He grunts again.

I am surprised when Paris—who said she wanted no part of this
young stallion’s sex, crawls over to them and tells Royce to eat her pussy. She leans in and kisses him, slips her tongue into his mouth, then straddles his face and rides his tongue. His hands pull open her ass, giving him full access to her creamy cunt. His mouth moves over her clit, swift and eager, he drags the flat of his tongue over it, causing Paris to toss her head back and let out a moan.

I watch as he assaults her clit with swift licks and flicks, as he buries two fingers into her slit, stroking and coaxing a nut out of her. My own pussy begins to ache for release. Persia’s greedy ass is hogging the dick, forgetting that I am still waiting for my turn. The steady slap of their fucking, and his slurping, has me on the edge of an orgasm. My own fingers find my clit and strum until I cum again. But I am not satisfied. I
need
,
want
, to feel the stretch of his young cock, too.