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As I strap the gag around Damon’s mouth, Paris backs her ass up into the ribbed dildo attached to the thrust arm. Using the remote, she turns it on and it slowly pushes into her pussy and begins to slow stroke herself. It doesn’t take long before she is rocking back and forth in sync to its thrusts, moaning.
Porsha lies on her back, legs spread apart, bent at the knees and plays with her clit. She gets herself slick and ready. Damon positions himself between her legs, then starts probing her pussy with the gag. She arches her back, grabbing him by the head. His beautifully muscled ass sticks out. I kiss and nibble on each cheek while he works Porsha’s cunt over.
Drool gathers around the corners of my mouth from seeing his tight hole pucker. I stick my tongue in it, then lick it a few times before spitting in it. I don’t know what it is about licking a man’s ass, but...I love, love, love it!
It dawns on me that I’ve forgotten the lube. I walk back over to the closet and grab the Anal Balm, then remember Damon isn’t a beginner and he doesn’t need anything to numb his hole. I reach for the Pjur Body Glide instead; one of my favorites because it’s nice and thick and very slick and never dries. Tonight, his ass will need all the lubricant it can get. He will be ass-fucked to no end. Then when I am done, I will straddle his cock and give him this sweet pussy as reward for submitting himself to me; for allowing me to capture every part of who he is as a man. I will not make him feel any less of a man than he was before he grabbed his ankles and allowed me to fuck him.
“Get that ass up in the air...” I slap his ass. Repeat myself. “...Get that ass up in the air like I told you...” He assumes the position, then arches his back. I smile, catching Porsha rolling her eyes. Paris moans. “Pull open that hairy ass.” He reaches around and spreads his muscular ass cheeks, buries his face deeper in between Porsha’s hips.
I grab my dildo at the base and beat it across his hole. He moans. “Yeah, you want me to fuck you, don’t you? You little nasty motherfucker.” I reach underneath him, grab his balls and squeeze them.
He moans.
“Oooooooh, shiiiiiit,” Paris moans, “watching y’all has me so fucking horny.”
I rub the shaft of the dildo across his hole. “You wanna grab Mommy’s dick with that tight ass of yours?”
He nods. I press the tip to his hole, then slowly push in. He grunts; his head rapidly moving about between Porsha’s thighs. She moans. The more I inch into him, the deeper he pushes his gag into Porsha. The more aggressive he gets with her pussy, the louder she moans. For someone who takes issue with a man getting fucked, she seems to be enjoying everything he’s doing to her. As she always does. I glance over at Paris. Give her a look with my eyes, gesturing for her to look at Porsha’s horny ass. She grins.
“Does...it...feel good, Passion?” she asks in between her own moans.
“Mmmm, ohhhh, yesssss...” Porsha coos. “Ooooh, he has my pussy on fire. I wanna feel his dick in me.”
“You want him to fuck you with that fat, juicy dick?” Paris taunts, winding her hips and backing her ass up on the sex machine in back of her.
“You wanna fuck Passion?” I ask Damon. “You wanna feel how hot you got my sister’s pussy?”
He grunts again, nodding his head. I reach under him. Feel how hard his dick is. Feel how sticky and wet it is from the precum that oozes from its tip. My mouth waters with thoughts of licking it clean.
I have his ass pulled open as I remove the dildo. His hole is gaping. I smile. Tell him to keep probing Porsha’s cunt with the gag as I force his legs wider apart, then slide my head beneath him and take his dick into my mouth. His nectar is sweet. I lap at the head of his dick, then swirl my tongue over it, then slide back from underneath of him when I have gotten the last drop. I walk over to the closet to get a condom from the large assortment we have and return with a Durex Love condom. Not only is it thin and very easy to roll on, it’s long enough to handle all of his eight inches comfortably.
I hand him the condom, then remove the gag, tossing it across the room. He tears the wrapper open, pulls out the condom, then rolls it on. He grabs Porsha by the hips and pulls her down closer toward the edge of the bed. I step back as he pushes her legs back over her shoulders and eats her pussy a few more times, before he works his dick into her. He strokes her in deep, rapid thrusts for a few minutes, then pulls out.
I pinch and slap at my nipples. The stinging excites me. I look over at Paris. Her eyes are shut tight. She is so caught up in her mechanical fucking that she is no longer paying us any attention.
“Get on ya knees, baby,” Damon tells Porsha. “I wanna hit this wet pussy from the back.”
She rolls over, gets on all fours, then reaches around and pulls open her ass. Her pussy lips poke out, pouty, wet, and full. He enters her.
“Ohhhhhh, yes...ohhhhh, shit the dick feels so good... mmmm...”
Patiently, I wait until he gets into a nice groove, rocking Porsha’s back out, then sidle up behind him. I lean into his ear. Nibble on his lobe. “You ready for Pain to fuck you, Daddy?”
“Ah, shit yeah...” He says, slapping Porsha on the ass. “Arch that back, baby. Ain’t no need to run from this dick.”
She cranes her neck. “Ain’t nobody running from shit, nigga. Fuck me...oooh...aahh, shitgotdamnmuthafuck...”
“Yeah, baby, take that dick...mmmm, nice wet pussy...”
I slip my middle finger into his ass, finger him slowly, then slide my index finger in. His hole is still slippery and loose from earlier. I slide back in.
“Whose ass is this?” I ask.
“Uhhh, fuck...” he grunts, lustfully gazing over his shoulder at me. I repeat the question, this time alternately slapping each cheek while grinding into him. “Oh, shit...yours, baby.”
“You want a real dick in you?” I ask, baiting him. Although I don’t believe he does, one can never be so sure; especially if you let Porsha tell it. She is so damn stuck on believing any man wanting ass play is gay, or on the down low. Paris’s eyes pop open. Persia snaps her neck in his direction, waiting and watching. His
response, his body language will confirm her suspicions, or shoot them down.
