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Chapter One
EATING YOU AND HER TOO
“Big Daddy” Damien Ross
June 1st, 2026.
It’s a battle of tongue against clit. Skin against skin. Dominance against submission. Every inch of air in the room’s devoured by sensual deviance and the heavy stench of the strongest chronic. My face is deeply embedded in the pleasurable space of Miami’s wet, warm coochie. With my fingers pressed hard enough on her thighs to leave bruises in the aftermath. The sound in her body narrows to low groans in her chest, vibrating her whole body. I can feel it all around my heated face. Her citrus-heavy smell is all over the bottom half of it. I’m lapping away like a dog, tracing every bit of her pussy at a methodical pace. Her juices dripped from my chin like I just pulled my face away from a water bubbler.
Morgan’s fine ass sits in a recliner chair, a freshly lit blunt in hand. She’s wearing only a silk red robe cut off at the thighs, showcasing sexiness like no other. The royal blue lighting of Ecstasy Island completely bathes her beautiful deep brown skin. Reminding me of my favorite scene from the movie Belly. Even though Keisha really has nothing on her. She’s posed like a model, her right leg crossed over her left, carrying confidence like it’s a Prada bag. Her white polished, French-tipped toes are exposed to the air. While singular strands of her faux loc’ed hair partially conceal her lustful, unblinking eyes. I’ve completely lost track of time. The only indication of where Earth currently stands is the darkened sky, as Black as us, clearly illustrated through the cracked window on the nearby right side.
Ecstasy Island has always been our personal stage of pleasure. Whether performing for each other or in a trio. On this night, my wife’s pulling double duty as the director and main actress. Sitting royally on her throne, giving out stern instructions while finger fucking herself. Thin strands of smoke flow from her glossy lips, pooling around every corner of the room as she vocally invokes dominance.
I’m in my prime eating that pussy, focusing entirely on the clit with a sniper’s precision. Upwards. Downwards. Circular. Repeat. Miami’s already at her peak, pushing back against my head to signify submission. She’s huffing and puffing, trying to speak words that won’t leave her lips. Her thighs are uncontrollably shaking. I’ve got her. But I’m not stopping until she squirts all over me.
“Uh-uh. No tapping out, sweetheart,” Morgan barks like a coach, taking a big hit from the blunt, “You know that’s against the rules. Take that shit like we both know you can.”
Yeah, Miami’s going to take it alright. She’s already been taking all of it, like the G she’s always been. It’s her final day in Milwaukee for a while before heading back to the South. It’s only right to send her off with multiple orgasms in one night. My dick’s already covered in dried remnants of her from the previous round. But we’re only getting started. Miami can handle so much more. She knows it. I know it. Wifey knows it too.
Miami toughens back up, grinding on my face like she wants it to hurt.
“Yeah, just …like…that,” she hums, pleasure between each word, dripping sweetness down her own fingers, “You’re doing so well for mama. You’re perfect. Finish strong.”
My mouth rediscovers her swollen clit with a desperate hunger, patiently sucking the energy from her mahogany-toned body. Her back is pressed into the mattress, enjoying every moment. Every tongue stroke further amplifies the eroticism in the room. She positions the palm of her right hand across my forehead, balancing herself through endless gyrations. The more she’s sucked on, the faster she squirms. Her screams are rooted in ecstatic craving, growing louder with every second. My tongue is my greatest weapon, penetrating her sweet hole like a jagged knife. Every bit of her flavor finds my lips, smothering them in stickiness. I pull back just to see if she’s still behaved.
“What’s my name?” A question easier than getting hired at an Amazon Warehouse.
“Big Daddy,” she coos softly in return.
Not good enough. She knows better than that.
“Louder. Or I’m stopping.”
“Big Daddy!” her voice is boisterous and screechy enough to shatter glasses in Brazil. That’s more like it.
“Well done, princess. You’re doing amazing.”
Suck, suck, suck.
Miami’s on the verge of exploding from gratification. Her body’s tensing and shaking. My tongue remains purposeful in her hole, making her scream my name with the voluminous intensity of a pastor. Sweating profusely, begging me to continue. Morgan is beside herself in her chair, dripping with temptation to join us. Something about watching me with another woman always sends her into sensual overdrive. She’s a woman of endless kinks and fetishes. Watching just so happens to be one of her new favorites. And mine.
“Say it to him again,” she orders from across the room, whimpering like a puppy craving a treat.
“Big Daddy. Mmm, shit. Big Daddy.”
She sounds so sexy with my name in her mouth. Even sexier when my dick’s in it. To reward her behavior, I’m right back on her clit. Suck. Suck. Suck. Suck. My fingers simultaneously thrust in and out of her hole, glistening from her wetness. Miami’s right at the edge of the cliff, clenching the sheets and gasping for air. Mercilessly, I pull back again, stopping the climax right where it starts. Not just yet. She needs to earn that shit a little more.
“Last time,” my voice is cold, “And say it like you mean it.”
“Fuck…Big Daddy!”
“Good job. You handled that well. Now turn that ass over, ma.” My right hand is already raised to the sky, palm sideways, waiting to strike.
Miami’s too busy catching her breath to notice, submissively turning to her stomach. She arches that pretty ass high like she’s waiting for back shots. She only gets those when I’m ready for her to. Instead, she’s roughly spanked like a bad child, another treat for giving me the correct answer. Once. Twice. A third time with both hands. Shallow, high-pitched yelps hit the air between each smack.
“Aw fuck!” she screams reactively, wilting like a fading flower in front of me. She’s really in trouble now. And I’m her impromptu fitness instructor, guiding her right back into proper positioning.
“Nah, nah. Raise that ass back up and take this shit like a champ,” I bark, slapping that ass again. This time, it’s a punishment for not following directions.
