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“No, try his third,” Persia states, reaching for her cell. “Delete, delete, delete. His ass is officially cut from the team.”
Paris and I watch her walk out of the room. I close my eyes when Will’s “Full Course Meal” from his Sex Tape mix starts playing. And that’s exactly what Emerson had. An entrée of perky tits, juicy asses and hot, wet pussies he could have any time he wanted. But, obviously it wasn’t enough. Surprisingly, I’m disappointed. And I’m not exactly sure why. From the beginning, although I haven’t been able to put my finger on it, I’ve always felt like there was something different about Emerson. Anytime he was fucking me, or I was sucking his dick, he always wanted to look into my eyes. He always kissed me longer than he would Persia or Paris. It always felt like he wanted to make love to me, not fuck me like he’d fuck my sisters. I never said anything, but I noticed it. I wonder if they noticed it, too. Then again, they could probably not care less.
“Greedy niggas always fuck up a good thing,” I say, shaking my head.
“They sure do,” Paris agrees, taking a sip from her wineglass. “But all well-traveled roads must eventually come to an end. And his has run its course straight into a dead end, good dick and all.”
I nod, thoughtfully, but don’t say anything. Truth is, I’m going to miss fucking him. He isn’t only a good pussy eater with good dick. He knows how to be a passionate lover. I think. Remember the first time we fucked him.
We had him strapped to the bed, blindfolded and naked. His wrists and ankles tightly cinched in padded cuffs. Arms and legs stretched out wide. The thought of him wanting to be helpless and completely at our mercy, made my pussy pulsate, made it clench with need. A warm, sticky wetness seeped between my thighs from anticipation.
I grazed my lips over his skin, placing soft kisses along the curve of his neck, his shoulders, along the center of his chest while Persia lowered the smoothly waxed lips of her cunt to his mouth, then leaned forward on her arms as he nuzzled his nose into her hot, dripping pussy and suckled on her creamy essence.
His thick, rigid cock bounced freely. It’s tip, leaking precum.
I licked my lips, catching the drool that gathered in the corners of my mouth as I took his scorching hot dick into my hand and stroked it, then slipped it into my hungry mouth. Paris watched from across the room. Her pussy splayed open by teasing fingers.
We taunted him, teased him; edged him to the brink of an orgasm. Each of us alternated feeding him our pussies, challenging him to use his senses to figure out which one of us mounted his face, his cock, next. We ground our hips against him, allowed him to savor the heat before lifting up, then switching positions. His mouth full of pussy, he moaned in pleasure. Groaned from the unexpected, twisted and jolted until he erupted spurts of hot, flowing lava.
“...I’m going to call that little sexy waiter from the Je’s...”
I shift in my seat. Persia’s voice slices into my thoughts. I look up and bring my attention back to her. She has her cell pressed up against her ear, holding the receipt he wrote his number on between her fingers.
Paris’s eyes light up. “Girl, are you serious? Leave that boy alone.”
“Leave him al
one, hell. Let him answer and bring his ass over here. He’s gonna go from manchild to man with three clicks of this pussy.” She pats her crotch. “Then get turned the fuck out.”
Paris shakes her head. “Persia, you know like I do that he is nowhere near ready for us.”
“You don’t know that. But, ready or not, that little motherfucker was sexy as hell and looked like he had some good dick. And I want some of it, damn it. Now are you hookers with me?”
“Ooh, ooh, ooh,” I say, raising my hand. “I am.”
“Well, count me out of this one,” Paris says as she takes a slow slip of her drink. Sometimes she can be such a party pooper. “I don’t want anything to do with robbing that young boy of his innocence. But I’ll sit back and watch the two of you turn him out.”
Persia waves her on. “Girl, hush. There isn’t anything innocent about his ass; trust me. You saw how he looked at us when... hello, is this Royce? Hey, baby boy, it’s Persia. You waited on my sisters and me a few weeks ago...yes, the sexy- ass triplets...I see you remember...” She gives me and Paris one of those “see I told you” half-nods.
“This bitch is crazy,” I say, laughing. She waves me on.
“Look...what are you doing now? Oh, really. Well, are you up for some wet, juicy pussy? Yes, now...”
Paris shakes her head. “Pour me another drink,” she says to me, holding her glass out. “I can tell I’m gonna need to be lit the hell up for what y’all about to do to that poor boy.”
I laugh. “Don’t blame it on the alcohol, boo. If he comes through, he’s coming as a willing participant.”
“...Oh, and remember, you’ll be fucking all three of us. So make sure you bring enough condoms for more than one round... ohhhh, we shall see, big boy...Well, you just make sure you bring us a clean, hard dick.” She gives him the address, then hangs up.
She grins, filling her glass with more wine. “Well, y’all freaky bitches, looks like we’re about to get us some young, tender cock tonight.”
“Hooker, what’s this ‘you’ll be fucking all three of us’ shit? I told you I wasn’t fucking him so why’d you tell him that?”
“Because I know you’ll be changing your mind the minute you see his naked ass stretched out on the bed.”
Paris rolls her eyes. “Whatever.”
I glance at my watch. It’s almost eleven. “I guess I better go upstairs and wash my pussy out,” I say, getting up and tossing the remainder of my drink back.
