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“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 moti
on. 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.
