The Sweetest Taboo

by Risqué

“He’s making me, daddy.” Drae held her head back as she took her hands and caressed the sides of Naz’s face. He was back to tasting her pussy and feeling the motions of his mouth as his tongue flicked in and out drove her insane.

  Hassan jerked his shaft and seduced his cum to the tip. Walking toward them he asked, “You lying to me, bitch?”

  “No, baby.”

  “Yes, you are,” Naz said as he pulled Drae to the floor a few inches from Hassan’s feet, and bent her over doggy style. Drae lifted her eyes and looked Hassan in his face. His hazel eyes bore directly through her, while his sun-kissed skin looked to be frostbitten.

  “Suck this dick,” Hassan demanded.

  Drae wrapped her hands around his dick and slid it in and out of her mouth. With her spit hanging off the tip she said, “You the best.”

  “Tell the truth,” Naz said, causing Drae to look over her shoulder and get a full view of his beautiful dick. The color of it reminded her of Godiva dark chocolate. It looked to be more than ten inches. In fact, it was so big that it didn’t look real. She could feel him rubbing the head between her legs. She closed her eyes and gasped as he pushed it in.

  “Open your eyes,” Naz demanded, “and tell ya man who’s the best.” Drae did all she could to catch her breath. Naz’s dick was so big that she knew it didn’t all fit, some of it had to be hanging out. “You the best, baby.” Unable to fight it any longer, she screamed, “Yes…oh, yes…!” She bit her bottom lip and her round, melon-shaped titties bounced.

  “He the best?” Hassan squeezed his dick.

  “No, baby,” she struggled to say. “No way.”

  “Tell the truth,” Naz whispered in her ear before biting her on the shoulder.

  Instead of responding, Drae took one of her arms, reached above her head and grabbed the back of Naz’s neck, causing him to ram his entire dick into her, forcing the sugar walls holding up her pussy to collapse. All Drae could do was release the tears that filled her eyes. She knew for a fact the entire world heard the bottom of her punani fall out. Unable to grab on to a rug or the edge of a sheet, Drae pounded her fist on the floor.

  Naz wrapped her hair around his hand, yanked it back and whispered, “Tell this niggah I just caught ’im slippin’.”

  Drae didn’t know whether she was coming or going; she was lost in his dick, which was giving her the business. Naz thrust his pelvis and worked his groin muscles with everything he had. Initially his intentions were not to fuck her like this. He planned to knock it down and be on his way, but he got stuck. Stuck in the unexpected sweetness of her pussy. He did all he could not to call her Sunshine.

  Drae knew she couldn’t stand Naz beating up her twat much longer; she could feel her erotic lips swelling with each stroke, and she knew cumming consistently was bound to be a bad habit. She looked up at Hassan and forced herself to say something. “You gon’ join us, baby?”

  “Naw…I don’t think I’m needed.”

  “Let me suck you, baby.” This was Drae’s way of trying to make him feel better. And you would think Naz could pick up on the hint that Hassan needed to be in charge. After all, he was the porn director, this was his house and she was his wife. If Naz was gon’ play him out, he could’ve waited until Drae invited him to a private session, not right here while Hassan was looking and, on top of that, paying for the shit. Didn’t Naz get it? Hassan’s threesomes were more about fucking his ego than anything else. Now Drae was shaky on whether Hassan would go through with his routine of waiting for the actor to leave so he could fuck her all night to prove he was the best. She knew this time he’d met his match and she wasn’t so sure he could handle that.

  “Oh, you getting your shit off?” Hassan asked, releasing his dick from his hand. “He killing that pussy, huh?”

  Drae threw her entire ass into Naz’s shaft, hoping to make him cum.

  “Don’t try and make me cum,” he spoke into her ear. “I got this.” Naz pumped as hard as he could, causing Drae to scream. As his dick slipped in and out of her wet canal, her mind traveled to space. He turned her over and now she lay in the missionary position. “How he trust you in the studio with me?” Naz whispered, running his hands through her hair. “Don’t he know I’ma sex you continuously?”

  Within seconds Drae was digging her fingernails into Naz’s back, drawing blood. As she felt his pelvis start to contract, tears slipped from her eyes again. She hated that this had to end, and truthfully she wanted him to fuck her once more.

  As Drae felt Naz pull his dick out, a surge of wind invaded her pussy, making his warm drippings feel cold as he led a string of pearls up her stomach and around her neck.

  Judging by the look on Hassan’s face Drae knew it was only a matter of time before he lost his mind.

  Naz slapped Drae on the ass as he helped her from the floor. He looked at Hassan. “Cut.” Reaching over to the chaise he grabbed a towel and threw it to Drae. Catching the towel she wiped the cum from her neck and her belly.

  Drae stood up but felt stuck in her spot.

  “Walk him to the door,” Hassan spat. “What’s the problem?”

  She grabbed her robe and wrapped it around her body like a whirlwind. Naz was fully dressed and Hassan peeped him licking his lips and watching the material from Drae’s robe ride her tight ass as she led him to the front entrance.

  As Naz stepped outside the door, he turned around to face her. “You way too pretty to be pimped like this.” He rubbed the side of her cheek.

  “What?” Drae was stunned.

  “Be easy, Sunshine.” He kissed her forehead.

  Drae watched him get into his silver Escalade and drive off. For a moment she was suspended in time, still feeling the softness of his touch and the weight of his dick. Never in all of her thirty-two years had she been fucked like this. This was the type of dick that made you stalk, trap and kidnap.

  After realizing she’d been at the door for way too long, Drae took a quick shower and avoided facing Hassan right away. Afterward, she crept back into their bedroom. She hated that Hassan’s ego was bruised, because she was sure there would be some shit. “Come on, baby,” she said as she dropped her robe, doing her best to stick to what they usually did. She sat on the edge of the bed and spread her legs apart: her hot, pink pussy practically smiling at him. She dipped her fingers in. “You want some?”

  Hassan stood still between her legs for a moment and instead of holding her by the neck and choking her, something new they’d started to try, he reached over her shoulder, yanked the telephone cord out of the wall and wrapped the end of it around his hand. The telephone made a lingering chime sound as it hit the hard wooden floor.

  Drae’s eyes darted across the room and back to Hassan. “What are you doing, Hassan?” she panicked. “What’s up with the cord?”

  “What, you don’t like to be choked anymore?”

  “With the cord?”

  “A’ight.” He threw the cord to the floor. So”—he grabbed her around the neck with his bare hands—“tell me this, you like that niggah’s dick? His dick bigger than mine?”

  “I thought this was about him getting a part—a movie role—not about how big his dick is.”

  “That big?”

  “Hassan, why are you pressing this? It ain’t like he Denzel Dick Down. Shit he just a lil’ niggah—stop sweatin’ that shit.”

  “You gon’ answer me?”

  “Shit, didn’t you see it? Come on, don’t beat me in the head with that. It’s bad enough I’m even doing this shit.”

  “Why you bein’ extra? I asked you a question.”

  Drae caught an attitude. “What you tryin’ to prove? I’m startin’ to get sick of this. I’m a fuckin’ guidance counselor and I’m lettin’ you and yo’ aspiring-dick stars pimp me. It was bad enough I let Lee-Lee Lickme eat my pussy for a role, now I got to be harassed about dick size? What the fuck am I really doing here? Let’s just chill. We freaky enough.” She attempted to laugh. “Let’s rock each other’s world again.
”

  “When I stop rocking your world? When your boyfriend left?”

  “He’s not my boyfriend,” Drae snapped. “You picked him out.”

  “Why you being defensive? I’m cool wit’ it. Tell me, and tell me the truth. You my wife, my best friend. So give it to me straight, that niggah’s dick bigger than mine?”

  “No,” she tried to push his hand from her neck, as his grip tightened.

  “Too tight? Oh, my fault.” He loosened his grip. “Kick it wit’ me. Now, you know we better than bullshit. Tell me ’bout his dick. It’s bigger than mine?” He laughed. “And be for real wit’ it.”

  “A’ight.” Drae swallowed; although Hassan seemed slightly cool, she was still a little on edge. “It was a lil’ bigger, not much. Yo’ shit is thicker,” she lied.

  “True story? So a niggah was causin’ it, huh? Bigger than me. He better than me?” Hassan gave Drae a devilish grin.

  “He was okay, Hassan.” She moved her hand from side to side.

  “You lyin’. So now I know this niggah was killin’ that pussy. You don’t wanna fuck me no more, do you?”

  “He was auditioning, Hassan.”

  Before Hassan could respond, he let Drae’s neck go, picked up the telephone cord and started whipping her with it. Drae was frozen in shock before she started to try to get away. “Hassan, what the hell are you doing?! Stop it!” She fell to the floor and started crawling toward the bedroom door.

  “What the fuck you crawlin’ around for? So he better than me?” The telephone cord sizzled across Drae’s skin. As Hassan whipped it across her back she could feel her skin burst open.

  “Get off me!” she screamed, trying to untangle her robe, which was somehow caught between her feet. Hassan took the telephone cord and whipped her again, this time slapping the cord across her thighs. “Get off me! Are you crazy! I’m not doing this shit no more! No fuckin’ more!”

  “You’ll do what the fuck I say do!”

  Drae pulled the extension cord running from the lamp, causing it to fall from the cherry nightstand to the floor. All but the burning bulb exploded. Drae grabbed the gold rod running through the lamp, stood, and pointed the naked bulb at Hassan. “I swear on my mother’s grave that if you hit me again I’ma burn and bury yo’ fuckin’ ass!”

  “Real talk?” Hassan walked closer to Drae and she swung the lamp, the hot bulb scorching a small portion of the skin on his chest. “You burned me, bitch?” Although Drae had the lamp in her hand Hassan slapped her so hard that it caused her to do a spin and fall to the floor. Instead of lying still Drae quickly crawled toward the door again. As she reached the doorway she felt Hassan grab her ankles, pulling her back into the room. Her hair flopped wildly while sweat caused some of it to plaster across her forehead. “Where the fuck you going?!” Hassan demanded to know. “I’ma beat yo’ ass like never before! You lettin’ this niggah fuck you better than me?!” Hassan lifted Drae from the floor and shoved his face into hers. “Look at me, bitch! And you do this to somebody who made you? Without me you ain’t shit!”

  “Hassan, please!”

  “Don’t ‘Hassan, please’ me. Say it. Say, ‘Hassan, I ain’t shit without you!’ And say you’re sorry while you at it. Sorry for fuckin’ this niggah better than me! I hate that I sent yo’ fuckin’ ass to school; now you think you too good for this shit. You think ’cause you workin’ in a school that you don’t need a niggah no more. When I met you, you barely had a few measly-ass college credits and then here comes Hassan, Captain Save a Ho. You wanna go to college, Drae? Yes? You love me, Drae? Yes—”

  “I do love you, Hassan.”

  “You more than love me, bitch, you owe me!”

  “Don’t call me a bitch anymore!”

  “What you prefer, whore?!”

  Drae swallowed. “What you want from me, Hassan?”

  “I want you to apologize!”

  “For what?” she cried.

  “For sayin’ that niggah’s dick was bigger than mine.”

  “Then you need to stop bringing people into our bedroom!”

  “Oh, now,” Hassan said in disbelief, “you gon’ leave me for this niggah?”

  “What are you talking about? I would never leave you! But you my fuckin’ man, not my father. Why you doing this? Naz is an actor; he’s off auditioning for the next role, and you here beating on me. How that shit sound?”

  Hassan had Drae by the back of her neck and let her go. He stood quietly, watching her on the floor and thinking about what she’d just said to him. He looked around the room and saw the mess that they’d made. For a moment he thought it would be so much easier if she simply let him kick her ass and get it over with, but he knew she would never be that submissive.

  Drae hated that Hassan loving her like this turned her on. She wished he had a better way to show how much he cared. Besides, where was she going? He was her dude, her dime piece, and she wasn’t trading him in for shit. She just wished he would stop bringing his actors’ dicks into their bedroom, and let her just settle with his again. She could accept the mountain of toys that he liked for her to play with; the only thing that turned her off was the loaded dildo he liked for her to strap on and stick in his ass. Other than that, she could deal with the balls, the beads and the bullets.

  “Yo.” She rose from the floor. “You be spazzin’ too much. And another thing, you got to stop getting high. This is too damn much.” She studied the welts popping up on her skin. She could see Hassan’s apology in his eyes, but she wanted to run up and slap the shit out of him. “That was it for the auditions.”

  “Naw, baby.” Hassan attempted to calm her down. “It’s not the auditions; it’s me. I know I started buggin’, but I promise I won’t do it anymore. Ever. But we can’t stop.”

  “Why not?” Drae snapped, as Hassan started kissing the bruises he’d put on her body.

  “Because.” He kissed her and fondled her breast. “It’s how I make my dough. Besides, I love to watch another niggah pounding that pussy and the way you scream when you cummin’ it drives me crazy.”

  “No, it sends you crazy.”

  He pulled her onto the bed. “Naw, I’m good. I won’t spaz no more.”

  “You promise?” She rolled on top of him, his hard dick poking her clit.

  “I promise, Drae.” He caressed her waist. “Before I tear this pussy up, can I get some asshole?”

  “Hassan…” she whined. She had really been looking forward to riding his dick. “Let me just ride it.”

  “Please, baby. You know I love that shit.”

  “All right.” Drae took a deep breath and turned around. She held her ass in the air, giving full access to the baby pink inside her asshole. Hassan took his tongue and licked her ass.

  “This all me?” he asked as he lubricated her anus with tongue.

  “Yes.” She suppressed a scream as he pushed his dick in.

  “That niggah fucked you better than me?”

  “Never, baby,” she said flexing her ass muscles. “Can’t nobody get with you.”

  “Say word?”

  “Word.” She turned her head to the side and smiled.

  “You gon’ leave me, Drae?”

  “Never. Ever. Nothing and no one could ever make me leave you.”

  “That niggah dick really bigger than mine?”

  “Baby.”

  “Yeah.”

  “Stop sweatin’ that shit.”

  Yuri

  They’d made plans to meet at IHOP in Brooklyn for brunch. It had been a few months since Yuri, Drae and Nae-Nae had gotten together. Although Yuri and Drae were cousins, they’d been best friends since Nae-Nae was “Nathan,” Yuri was the fattest one in the class and Drae was a virgin.

  They’d crossed their hearts and hoped to die at least a million times before they said they’d ever stop talking or telling one another everything. And they held true to their promise at first; so the lying didn’t start out intentionally, life and bullshit just sort of took
them there. But when the lying got to be too much, they just stopped talking. When they did speak again, it was only to make the others feel guilty about neglecting their friendship.

  The most honest one was Nae-Nae, who didn’t give a damn what anyone thought, because he didn’t judge and he didn’t want anyone judging what he did in his life. He was strictly dickly, wanted to rock patent-leather catsuits four days out the week, and wanted to spend time promoting his fashion line, Fierce, made especially for drag queens. That’s how he met his boo, Raphael. Raphael was a part-time model, and full-time drag queen. He did shows all over New York, Vegas and San Francisco, and he loved him some Nae-Nae, especially since he and Nae-Nae both thought Nae-Nae was a homo thug. Needless to say it was a perfect combination.

  About a month after Nae-Nae and Raphael became a couple, Raphael met Drae and Yuri. They all clicked instantly and Raphael became an extension of their clique.

  Nae-Nae was the noncompetitive one between Yuri and Drae. He was also the one they never really lied to. Not that they told him everything, but he knew things about them that they would never breathe to another living soul. There were many nights they cried on his shoulder about shit in their lives. Drae told Nae-Nae about Lee-Lee Lickme, she just didn’t tell him why she did it; and Yuri admitted to him about Britt. She just didn’t tell him she’d become over the top with it.

  As soon as Nae-Nae and Yuri walked into IHOP, Drae spotted them. “Look at you, bitch,” Drae said as Yuri walked over to the booth where Drae was sitting. Yuri was wearing a pair of tight jeans and a fitted, tangerine hooded sweater. “You look fantastic!” Drae carried on.

  “And you know this.” Yuri smiled. “But look at you. What the hell you doing to be glowing? What’s the secret?”

  “Good dick.”

  Damn, Yuri thought. “Girl, don’t I know.” She smiled.

  “So wassup with you, Nae-Nae?” Drae asked, as they kissed each other on the cheek.

  “What, I don’t look good, bitch?” Nae-Nae spat, sliding in the booth next to Yuri. “I see you all over this heifer ’cause she done lost a few pounds—”

  “Seventy pounds,” Yuri interrupted. “Seventy.”