Page 53 of Man Swappers


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“He nutted quick,” I finish for her, laughing.

She joins in my laughter, adding, “Or both.”

I gasp. “Girl, that’s grounds for a Man Down call.”

She continues laughing. “Pull the trigger; lay his ass down.”

“Exactly. Leave his ass butt-naked, sprawled out in the middle of the bed for all to see.”

She adds, “With a note attached to his forehead, saying, ‘Had to shoot him down for having a little-ass dick and for coming too quick.’”

We crack up. “Ohmygod, girl, you know we we’re going to hell, right?”

“I know,” she says, still laughing. “Ohmygod, I can’t. We’re dead-wrong. I’m so sorry. Forgive me, Father.”

“Well, he’s dead wrong for tryna fuck somebody with his little piggy dick.”

“Girl, we need to stop. We haven’t heard what Porsha has to say about him, yet, and here we are dragging the poor man for having a little wee-wee. And that might not even be the case.”

I laugh. “And don’t forget, for being a Johnny-cum-quick motherfucker, too.”

“Yeah, that too.”

“Well, it’s one or the other,” I say, sliding my mouse around on the mousepad to bring my computer back to life. I check work emails. There are several inquiries for web services. I decide to respond back later. I click open the box for my Yahoo account. “And we’ll hear all about it tonight over mojitos.”

She smacks her lips. “Mmmmm, that sounds refreshing. Look, let me get off this phone. It’s starting to get busy up in here.”

“Yeah, I have some work orders to tie up today. I’ll see you when you get home.”

“Are we ordering in?” she asks.

“Umm, I don’t know. That’s up to y’all.”

“Well, shit. You’re the one who gets to work from home. The least you can do is have us a hot meal ready when we step through the door.” I laugh, telling her I have a hot meal for her alright. “It’s called, kiss my ass, sweetie.”

She laughs. “Right back at you, boo.” We talk a few minutes more, then hang up.

As I’m scrolling through my personal emails, my cell dings alerting me that I have a text message. I reach for

my phone and read the message. It’s from Donte—a half-Latin, half-Brazilian hunk of man we used to mess around with a few years ago. Asses, mouths and cunts, we kept his thick, uncut cock fucked, sucked and drained to the damn bone until we found out he was married with a very pregnant wife at home. Word has it she finally left him about a year ago because of his incessant cheating. Good for her!

HEY. ITZ BEEN A LONG X. I’M A FREE MAN NOW. AND READY TO RECONNECT. CAN’T STOP THINKIN BOUT ALL THE FREAKY SHIT WE USED TO GET INTO. I WANNA EAT YOU AND YA SISTRS HOT ASSES AND PUSSY JUICES. WANNA GIVE U MULTIPLE ORGASMS. I MISS HAVN MY FACE BURIED BTWN THEM THIGHS AND MY TONGUE LICKIN THEM SOAKN WET PUSSIES. MY DICK STAYS HARD. HMU

I shake my head, deleting the text. Nigga, please. You might miss these pussies, but these pussies don’t miss your clown-ass. As I’m reading a few emails, another text comes through. It’s from Royce. YO, WATS UP? WHEN WE GONNA CHILL AGAIN? HMU

I text back. WHEN U WANT 2?

Tonight, he replies back. I tell him tonight isn’t good; that I’ll let him know when the three of us are ready for him again. We go back and forth with text messages for a while before it turns into hot, steamy sexting. I’m talking dirty to him. He’s talking dirty back. And before I know it, I’ve invited him over for an early afternoon romp, a quickie between the two of us. HURRY UP SO I CAN FUCK THAT BIG DICK

IM LEAVN WORK NOW. IMA HAVTA SHOWER WHEN I GET 2 UR SPOT NO PRBLM, I text back, reminding him that it’ll be only him and me. WE CAN WASH EACH OTHER, THEN DRY EACH OTHER OFF WITH R TONGUES

DAMN. SOUNDS GOOD TO ME

U GOT MY PUSSY REAL WET

LOL, AIIGHT. I’M GOOD WIT DAT...MY DICK’S MAD HARD 2

I WANT U TO EAT MY PUSSY THEN FUCK ME DEEP

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