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Paris pulls her hair from out of her face, still laughing. “Oh, I see how we playing this now. Every chick for herself.”
I reach up under me and press the head of Royce’s dick into me. “Basically,” I say, slowly maneuvering an inch at a time in me. “Now...uhh...go play...mmmm...with ya’self...ohhh, shit... while...I feed...mmmm...my pussy.”
Persia huffs, “Ohmygod. Will you hookers get it together, please? Y’all are really tryna fuck up my nut.”
“Good,” Paris says, pushing her over onto her side, then hopping up on Royce’s face, facing me. “It’s every woman for herself. Isn’t that right, Porsha?” She cuts her eyes at me.
Royce continues laughing. “Yo, hol’up y’all...” He holds Paris up with botho hands by her ass, then shifts his face from underneath her slit, moving from beneath her. He lifts me up off his dick, then stands. “I told you, ain’t no need to fight over the dick. I got you. Now let me handle this my way so I can break all three of you sexy babes off with some of this good-good.”
Persia, Paris and I look at each other, smirking. We decide to let him take control. Let him handle us as he sees fit. He tells the three of us to get up on the edge of the bed on our knees side-by-side and arch our backs. We do.
“Aiiight, get them asses up in the air so I can give you what you want.” He slaps our asses, then—as if on an assembly line—jabs his cock into the back of each of our pussies a few times, before grabbing us by the waist and fucking us, one by one, deep and hard. We moan and groan and throw our asses back up on his dick, handling every inch of him.
Persia moans. “Uh...ooooh...Let...us...uh...mmmm...know when you’re ready to nut.” She cranes her neck to look at him as he digs her back out. “Yeah, baby...mmmm...fuck me with that long black dick.”
And that’s exactly what he does to the three of us until he’s ready to nut. He pulls out of me. “Oh, shit...oh, shit...I’m getting ready to cum...” We quickly hop off the bed, our holes wet and sore and happily fucked, and turn to face him, getting down on our knees. He rapidly strokes his dick in front of us, slapping it up against our faces, across our lips, every so often. “Where y’all want it?”
“In my mouth,” I say, opening my mouth and licking my lips.
“Give it to me on my face,” Persia says.
“Mine, too,” Paris adds.
“I’m a heavy shooter,” he warns, stroking the upper part of his shaft. Every so often his hand glides over the head. He grunts and growls and howls, gives us the impression he is about to splash a bucket of hot creamy cum all over us. We anxiously wait. Tongues wagging, we beg for it. Rubbing our pussies with one hand and tweaking our nipples with the other, we moan for it.
He grunts louder. “Uhhhh...aaaaah, shiiiiiit...Mmmmmm, fuck...”
I am the first one he stands in front of, his dick hovering over my face. I hold my head back and open my mouth wide, bracing myself for a mouthful of nut, as he jerks himself. My mouth begins to water in anticipation. “Ssssssh, aaaah...here it comes...”
He thrusts his hips, and squeezes out a teenie-tiny drop of cream that slow drips into my mouth. Paris and Persia look over at me, me at them. They are surely thinking what I am: Motherfucker, all that dick and that’s it?! Heavy shooter, my ass! All you got for me is a stingy ass droplet of cum?
I frown. Well, pout ’cause I am disappointed and pissed. I catch Persia with her head down holding back a snicker as he shifts over to Paris, still jerking and gru
nting. She offers him her face, smirking.
“Yeah, baby, give me that big nut,” she says teasingly. I roll my eyes up in my head. He moans, bucking his hips. This time he spurts out a thick wad that sticks to the side of her face. I am annoyed that I got gypped. That she got the nut that should have been shot into my mouth instead of being wasted on her face.
He now moves over to Persia. She looks up at him, reaches for his balls and gently kneads them. I’m sure not expecting him to shoot no more than what he’s already served. “C’mon, lil daddy, show me what you got. Give me that hot nut right in my face.” She lifts her head and closes her eyes, waiting.
“Uhhhhh, shiiiiiiit...fuck...” he takes a step back, aims his dick at the front of her face and—to all of our surprise—literally blasts out a long stream of cum that splashes all over her face. His dick becomes a shooting cum cannon, coating her up with a white sticky paste.
Paris and I stare at Persia, at him, bewildered and amazed at the amount of cum that has just gushed out of his cock. Persia’s whole face is drenched in nut. It dangles from her lashes, nose and hair; sticks to her lips. She tries to wipe it from out of her eyes with her fingers. But it smears. She licks his custard from her lips.
Royce walks back over to the bed, leans back on his right forearm, still stroking himself. “Who’s ready for some more of this dick?”
The three of us are still down on our knees, with our mouths open, speechless.
Persia
CHAPTER TWELVE
“I got your message.”
I narrow my eyes, glancing at the clock. It’s 10:15 in the morning. Is this motherfucker serious? “Emerson, are you for real? That was two damn days ago.”
“My bad. I woulda hit you up sooner if I could have. But I was tied up for a few days on some last-minute-type shit.”
“And you have a cell phone, no?”
