Man Swappers (7 page)

He nods. “Yeah, that’s me.”

“How will you be paying for this?” I ask, hoping he says with a credit card so that I can request to see his ID. There’s something about him that has sparked my curiosity. And he hasn’t even said more than twenty words to me. I stare into his intense brown eyes when I ask this, then gaze at his juicy lips. My clit starts to throb.

“Cash,” he says, dashing any hopes of learning where he lives without flat-out asking him. I watch as he pulls out a thick knot of bills. “How much?” I tell him the price, ringing up his purchase. He peels twenty one-hundred dollar bills from his roll, then hands them to me. “Don’t worry about the change, beautiful.”

Beautiful?
Is this fine motherfucker flirting with me?

Girl, get over yourself. He’s only being friendly. He probably calls every woman he comes into contact with that.
I tilt my head, take him in as I hand him his change, insisting he take it. “That’s kind of you, but I’d prefer you...”

“How much is the brown bag?” one of the women who walked in earlier asks as she walks up to the counter.

“Oh, that bag’s fifteen-hundred dollars.”

“Whew, that’s alright. What about the smaller bag?” I tell her
it’s six-hundred. She decides she wants it; asks if I accept American Express. I tell her we do. Then bring my focus back to the hunk of chocolate in front of me as I wrap the clutch and slide it into its silk bag, then put it in a box along with his five dollars. Girlfriend asks me another question about another bag and right now I wish her ass would walk up out of here, or shut the fuck up.

“Give me a sec. I’ll be right over to get it out of the case for you as soon as I finish up with this customer.”

The dark-chocolate man standing in front of me grins at me. There’s something alluringly sexy in his crooked grin that makes me want to forget I’m a lady, and fuck him right up on top of this counter for all to see. For a fleeting moment, I forget I am in my store and imagine him making love to my cunt and my clit and my erect nipples with his tongue. Imagine feeding him my juices, riding his dick, then sucking him off until he shoots his hot load down into my throat. I imagine all of this, forgetting I have other customers in the store. I blink back the images. Bring my focus back to the mystery man in front of me. He is staring at me. I look directly into his eyes and a shiver passes through me.

I frown, raising my brow. “What. Why are you looking at me like that? Is there something wrong?”

He shakes his head, pulling a card out of the holder. He studies it. “Nah, I’m chillin’, takin’ everything in. So, you own this spot?”

I nod, putting the box into a shopping bag, then handing it to him. “Yes, I do. How’d you know that?”

“Call it a hunch.” He grins, eyeing me. “My moms had some real choice words for you, but I’ma have’ta tell her you’re nothing like she said.”

I laugh. “What, she said I was a real bitch on the phone?”

He laughs with me. “Yeah, sumthin’ like that.”

I shrug, removing a strand of hair from my face. I place it behind my ear. “I can be when it’s called for.”

He rests his forearms on the counter, then leans in toward me. “Well, between you and me, I love my moms to death, but she has a way of bringin’ it out of the best of ’em. Don’t tell her I told you that.”

I smile. “I bet she does. Don’t worry. Your secret is safe with me.”

He smiles back at me. “Oh, word? What else you like to keep safe?”

I knew it! This nigga
is
flirting with me.

“I don’t kiss and tell,” I flirt back, tilting my head and running my fingers through my hair.

“I like the sound of that.”

Our eyes stay locked on each other’s. There’s definitely chemistry between the two of us. I can tell he feels it, too. But, before I allow myself to get caught up in the moment, reality sets in that I am running a business; not a pick-up spot. I shift my body language, and become all business again. “Well, thanks for shopping at Paradise Boutique. We appreciate your business. I hope your mother enjoys her purchase.”

He catches the hint, smiling. “I’m sure she will. Look, I’ma let you get back to handlin’ ya business. I’ll be back through to check out the rest of your
goods
.” He says this with innuendo dripping from his lips.

I smile, flirtatiously. “And I’ll be here when you do.”

“Cool-cool. You got a name, beautiful?”

I grab the keys to the glass case, then walk from around the counter. “If you happen to come back through, I’ll tell you what it is then. If not”—I shrug—“you’ll never know.”

He grins. “Oh, aiight, I see how you doin’ it.” He glances down
at the card in his hand. “It’s all good, though. I’ll just call you Paradise.”

I smile. “Well then, welcome to Paradise; where all of your desires are fulfilled.”

He laughs. “Damn, I like the sound of that.”

“I’m sure you do.”

“I’ll definitely be back to check for ya real name.”

“We’ll see,” I say, glancing over my shoulder. “You know where to find me. Again, thanks for shopping at Paradise.”

His smile widens. “No doubt.”

I watch as he walks toward the door, imagining him naked and sweaty, his dick buried deep in my pussy. For some reason, I decide not to mention him to Persia and Porsha.
Shit, there’s nothing to tell
, I think, walking over to unlock the handbag case, knowing if opportunity presents itself, I am going to sample what his fine-ass has to offer, and if it’s good, I’ll fuck the skin off his dick!

Persia
CHAPTER FIVE

“
I
want to take you home and fuck the shit out of you,” I whisper into the ear of the deliciously dark stallion seated to the left of me. It’s Saturday night and Paris, Porsha and I are at the Key Club in Newark—a restaurant, bar and lounge—popping and swinging our hips to DJ Qua’s live broadcast as he spins the house mixes and makes the party rock. Paris and Porsha are somewhere on the dance floor sweating it out. Dark Stallion and I are at the bar continuing our off-and-on flirting. We’d danced a few times throughout the night and I had the pleasure of rubbing up against his body some, pressing my ass up against the center of his crotch; just enough to awaken his loins. And we’ve exchanged a few pleasantries in between. Never one to sweat a man, I’ve kept my eye on him for most of the night from afar. Watched how he flirted with his eyes and body, on and off the dance floor. I’ve seen how he moves on the dance floor, now I want to
feel
how he moves in the sheets. We’ve locked eyes every so often, flashing quick smiles, a slight nod, even a wink. Yet, neither of us has made a move. Still, I’ve patiently lied in wait, waiting for the right time to strike, like now—when he’s at the bar, sweaty and alone, tossing back his sixth Remy Martin on ice. And now that time is winding down, it’s time to strike. And go in for the kill. He chokes on his drink, coughing. “Oooh, Daddy, don’t get all choked up on my account. You okay?”

“Yeah,” he says, covering his mouth as he coughs again. “You caught me off-guard.” What else is new? Most men can’t handle a sexually dominant woman. They either get scared off, start to feel inadequate, or both. He lets out a nervous laugh. “I see you get right to the point.”

“I’m a grown woman,” I tell him, eyeing him seductively. I pause, drinking the remainder of my ten-dollar drink. “I don’t have time for games. I know what I want, and I go after it.”

“I like that in a woman,” he offers, taking another sip of his drink. “Now what is it you want again?” He grins.

I tilt my head. “You heard me the first time.”

“Yeah, I did. But I wanna hear it again.”

I lean into his ear. Repeat myself, slowly. “I. Want. To. Fuck. You.” I step back, waiting for his response.

“You have a man?”

I slowly shake my head. “Nope. And I’m not looking for one.”

He grins, nodding his head. “I hear that. So tell me. What exactly are you looking for?”

“Besides a hard dick,” I tell him, leaning in to him to minimize who else hears the conversation, “a man who can keep up with me. I’m a real freak, Daddy. I love to suck, swallow, lick balls and eat a man’s ass, and be fucked all night. And, right now, I want some hard black dick in my life. Is that you?”

He grins, locking his gaze onto my perky tits. He tells me it could be him as he takes the rest of me in. I position myself so that he can see the meaty hump of my ass. I place a hand up on my hip, profiling. His smile widens as he opens and closes his legs. I glance down at his lap, then discreetly scoot over closer to him and cut my eyes around the bar area. I am glad we are sitting on the far end of the bar, and the music is loud enough to drown out what we’re saying, but not so loud that I need to scream in
his ear for him to hear me. When I am certain no one will notice what I am about to do, I slide my hand between his legs. I feel for his dick over the fabric of his pants. Knead it when I do. It’s not as thick as I’d like it to be. But it’s long and extra hard. He finishes his drink, tossing it back in one big gulp. “I wanna feel this long dick in the back of my throat.”

“Oh, word? You think you can handle that?”

“The question is do you think
you
can handle it?”

He smiles. “Don’t let the reserved, preppy look fool you,” he says, raising his glass to the bartender when he catches his eye. “I’m a real freak, too, baby; down for whatever,” he tells me, eyeing me.

“Uh-oh, I’ve heard that before,” I say teasingly. He tells me he aims to please a woman as long as she’s willing to return the favor. I discreetly continue stroking his dick. He tells me I’ve gotten him horny. I tell him I stay horny. “Mmmm, is that so? What do you like to get into with a woman? What do you fantasize about?”

“I love sloppily eating pussy while I’m getting my big dick slobbered on. I dig women who squirt, swallow cum, or allow me to creampie them.”
Oooh, this nasty nigga likes going in raw,
I think, as my lips curve upward into wicked grin. A wave of heat courses through me at the thought of him pumping his cream into my hot pussy, then eating it out as I squeeze it out into his mouth. “Just some things I either would like or do like to do. I’m also into masturbating while I’m being watched, and mutual masturbation. And I dig toys, props and role play.”

My grin widens. “Then tonight’s your lucky night.” He tells me he also has a thing for a woman with big nipples, a woman who loves sucking dick, loves to come. “So do you wanna come home with me? Or maybe go back to your place, then get down
to the business of pleasing each other?” The bartender walks over to our side of the bar. Dark Stallion tells him to refill his drink, asks me what I’d like. I tell him three Big Apples, one of their specialty drinks—a mixture of Grey Goose, a splash of Sour with a sliced green apple. I tell him I’ll pay for this ’round. He gives me a confused look.

“Nah, I got this, baby. But, uh, you’re gonna drink
three
of them? Whew, I guess you’re no lightweight.”

“No, these are for...”

“Girl, there you are,” Porsha says, walking up to us as if on cue. Dark Stallion looks at her, then me. “Yes, we’re related,” she says to him, smiling. “And you are?”

“In heaven,” he says, smiling. “Whew, twins. The two of you are beauties.”

“And we’re good in bed, too,” I tell him seductively, licking my lips. I keep my hand on his dick. I squeeze for emphasis. “But we’re not twins.”

He tilts his head, taking in the both of us. “You’re not. Damn, y’all look so much alike. The two of you are some real beauties.”

I grin, then lean into his ear. “And we have some real good pussy, too.”

“So what you saying? The two of you wanna get it in with me?”

I shake my head, eyeing Paris as she is walking over from the other side of the club. “No, the
three
of us do.”

“Three of you?”

“Yes,” I say as Paris approaches us. “The three”—I point at Paris, Porsha and myself—“of us.”

Paris huffs. “Ugh, I’ve been looking for the two of...” She pauses, looking over at Dark Stallion. He’s staring at the three of us in awe. She smiles at him.

“Ohhhhh, shit...”

“That’s right, triplets,” I say, rubbing and squeezing his dick. “And, tonight, you’re about to get triple the pleasure. That’s unless you don’t think you can handle all three of us.”

He rubs his chin. “I’ve had threesomes, and I’ve done a few trains in my day. But, I’ve never been approached by a beautiful woman to fuck her and her sisters, triplets at that.”

Porsha smiles. “Don’t be scurred. We’ll go easy on you.”

He laughs. “Nah, I think I can handle it.” He looks at me as I’m massaging his hard dick. “What you think?”

“I think you are nice, hard and
more
than ready.”

The bartender returns with our drinks. Paris, Porsha and I lift our glasses, greedily eyeing the fresh catch I’ve reeled in for the night. Dark Stallion has no idea what he’s about to experience. The three of us smile at him, then to ourselves, as he raises his glass, licking his lips.

“To triple pleasure.”

“To triple pleasure,” the three of us say in unison, clicking our glasses to his. “And three times the fun!”

Passion
CHAPTER SIX

“
F
uck me,” Persia moans desperately in Dark Stallion’s ear. “Oooooh, yes, fuck me hard!” She digs her nails into his hairy ass.

I am kissing the back of his neck, his shoulders, running my tongue along the seam of his muscular back. His salty skin excites my tongue. He is pounding Persia’s cunt, long and hard while watching Pleasure...I mean, Paris, roll her mini-vibrator over her clit, then slip it into her pussy. Legs wide open. Her beautiful cunt lips glisten, beckoning sweet kisses from Dark Stallion’s thick, full lips.

“You like looking at my sister’s pretty, brown pussy?” I ask him, nibbling on his ear, his neck, trailing my fingertips along the muscles of his back. I take in his hairy ass as he pumps his long licorice stick into Persia, scraping the bottom of her well. I want to suck him off, want to taste his cream-coated cock slathered by my sister’s cunt juices.