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CHAPTER ONE
My panties are wet and my body is hot and ready. I am so fucking horny watching my sister, Porsha, down on her knees sucking dick. I watch as she bobs her head back and forth, making swishy popping noises with her mouth as she slurps, gulps, and swallows the thick, eight-inch dick in front of her.
“That’s right, Sis,” I urge, grinning and sexily eyeing the six-foot-three, 220-pound, caramel-skinned stallion she’s kneeling before. He palms the back of her head, eyeing me back. My tongue traces my cherry red painted lips. “Throat that nigga’s dick, Passion. Rock his top, like Mommy taught you.” She swallows him down to the base, juggling his balls in her hand. “That’s my girl. You’re making Mommy so proud of you.”
Porsha, a.k.a. Passion, enjoys connecting with a man’s inner spirit, empowering him to be less inhibited. She encourages him to relax, relate, release and...enjoy the moment.
I thumb my nipples and they pop up like chocolate Hershey kisses, eager to be licked, suckled, and devoured by his hot, hungry mouth. But, tonight, there’ll be no touching. He is only allowed to look.
“You like looking at these pretty titties?” I ask him, seductively shaking them at him. I lift up my left breast and flick my long tongue over my nipple. He pulls in his bottom lip. I switch to my right breast, then do the same thing. “You wanna suck these nipples?”
He groans. “Ohhh, yeaaaah, baby...aaaaah, fuuuuck...” I can tell Porsha’s head game is getting the best of him. He is straining to hold it together; struggling not to spill his creamy yogurt without permission.
“Motherfucker,” my other sister, Persia, barks, snapping her whip. “You better not cum until I tell you to. You understand me?”
“Yessssssss...uhhhh, shiiiit...”
My sister, Persia—a.k.a. Pain, is domineering and commanding. Tonight, she is the mistress of ceremony, if you will. She enjoys creating scenarios and role-playing almost as much as she enjoys administering pain. Although she’ll tell you, quick, that she is not a Sadomasochist, or a Dominatrix, she’s the one who enjoys wearing the latex and leather getups with six-inch pencil boots and red nail polish and lipstick, dragging men around by collars and chains. And you can see the gleam in her eyes every time she causes a man to whimper and beg.
And, then, there is me—Paris, a.k.a. Pleasure. I am turned on by watching my two sisters bring a man to his knees as much as I enjoy having him watching me pleasure myself. I enjoy seeing a man experience intimacy, and allowing him to fulfill his hidden carnal desires while connecting with his fantasies. I am the one who lets them watch me fuck myself with fingers or toys, or a combination of the two, wishing it could be them lost in between the slick folds of my pussy. It is in the knowing that he cannot touch, that he cannot smell, that he cannot taste, the essence of my womanhood—unless, I allow him to—that brings me the most pleasure. I enjoy seeing a man experience sensual and sexual gratification. And, it is within the dark confines of his mind that my sisters and I transform deepest desires into flesh-to-flesh reality.
“Yes what, you sneaky motherfucker?” Persia barks, bringing my attention back to her. “Fucking your best friend’s sister, you nasty motherfucker.” She walks over to him and snaps a nipple clamp onto his left nipple.
He winces. And bolts of electricity shoot through my clit. “Aaaaah...yes, Mistress Pain.”
“You like watching his mother, don’t you? You like gazing at her big, wet pussy?”
Bitch, you wish. My pussy ain’t big, I think, cuttin’ an eye at her. I smack the front of my pussy, then spread my lips so he can see for himself how tight it is.
He licks his lips. “Yes, Mistress Pain.”
“Tell your friend’s mother how pretty she is.”
Porsha sucks him ferociously, taking him all the way down in her throat while she smacks, pops and pinches her clit.
“Aaah, oh, shit...” he moans.
“Look at his mother,” Persia says, turning his face in my direction, “and tell the bitch what a sexy whore she is.”
The word whore slices through me. But I will play my position and let it go, for now.
“You real fuckin’ sexy, ma,” he says, gazing at me. He purposefully doesn’t call me a whore, knowing it will bring him delightful consequences.
She grabs him by the throat. Her nails sink into his jugular. He winces, then grunts. Porsha’s wearing his dick out, sucking it feverishly. “That’s not what I told you to say, you defiant little shit. I said to tell her she’s a sexy whore.”
