Man Swappers

by Cairo

  Girl, you know you need to leave this young boy alone.

  I GOT U MA

  Oh, I’m counting on it.

  I’ll stop messing with him after I finish fucking him a few more times.

  I smile, rushing around to finish up some last-minute work before Royce gets here to break my back in. Images of his long, hard dick swirl through my head, causing my nipples to harden. Subconsciously, I pinch them. Oooh, I’m gonna fuck him good!

  Pain

  CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

  I throw my arms around his neck, nip at his bottom lip, lick his neck, pinch his nipples until they sprout up like little round chocolate dots, then push him back onto the bed. I stroke his cock, caress his balls. My pussy drips as he gets long, thick and rock-hard. “Mmmm, this big-ass dick...” I lick it, kiss its tip, then slide the head into my wet mouth.

  Royce moans. “Ohhh, shit...yeah, suck that dick, ma...” He runs his fingers through my hair, palms the back of my head, forcing his dick to push past my tonsils. Its thickness plugs my airway. I concentrate; stay focused on the task. I feel myself about to gag. I swallow. Extend my tongue; breathe through my nose. Tears gather in my eyes as I suck his dick with a determined purpose, to swallow as much of him as I can. I grab his balls, juggling them in my hands, gently kneading them. When my vision starts to blur, I remove his dick from my throat, come up for air.

  I’ma fuck you all day, little daddy,” I say, catching my breath while shifting my body so that he has access to my pussy. I tell him to slide his fingers into my wetness. Tell him to fuck me knuckles deep. He loses one finger, two, then three, into my pussy. “Yeah, little daddy, let me nut on them fingers...oh, yessss...” I glance over my shoulder. “You feel how wet that pussy is? You wanna put this big dick up in this pussy? You wanna beat it up?”

  He grins. His eyes are slits of lust. His dick bounces. “Damn, ma, you real nasty. Hell yeah...I’ve been thinkin’ about fuckin’ you and ya sisters all week.”

  “Well, now you get to fuck one of us...all day. Take your fingers out of my pussy and lick ’em.” I watch as he sucks on his fingers, savors my juices. I twist my body so that he can share his fingers with me. When I’ve finished cleaning his fingers, I straddle his face. Clamp my thighs around his head. Offer him my slick cunt. “Open my ass and make love to my pussy with your mouth and tongue.” His tongue flicks across my slit as I take his dick back into my mouth. I moan as I suck and stroke him. His mouth finds my clit. I moan louder. I suck him harder, faster. Cause him to buck his hips. His toes stretch open, then close. His legs extend, then bend at the knees. I suck him with a hunger that makes him grunt.

  “Oh fuck...gotdamn, ma, you suck dick good...”

  His fingers, his mouth, his tongue, work my pussy and clit. I rotate my hips, grind on his face. Then coat his lips and tongue with a sweet, sticky cream.

  Three minutes later, I have a Magnum rolled down on his dick and I’m straddling him. My back faces him as I ease him into my pussy. I want him watching my ass bounce and shake up on his thick, juicy cock. Want him to see how his big dick gets lost inside of me. I lean forward, brace myself on his shins and rump shake up and down the length of him.

  “I’ma fuck you deep and dirty, little nigga...uhhh...” I rapidly jack his cock with my cunt muscles. “You like how this wet pussy feels?” I ask, glancing over my shoulder at him. His eyes are rolled up in his head.

  He grunts. “Shit yeah...”

  I smile, knowingly. Of course you do. I’m a champion dick rider. Fucking a nigga’s dick is about rhythm and technique. You have to put your back into it. Hips and pelvis and contractions have to be in sync. You have to know exactly how and when to grab the dick. Milk the head, rotate the hips, slow wind down to the base, then pop and clap your ass cheeks together.

  I slowly twist my body around, bouncing my ass up and down and around on his cock until I’m facing him. I squat into a frog position. Pressing my chest to his, I let my ass and hips do the work. He reaches for me. I grab him by the wrists, pin his hands up over his head down onto the bed.

  “You want me to nut all over this big-ass dick? Ooooooh, this dick feels good...Bang up into my pussy...”

  I nibble on his neck, nip at his earlobe.

  “Oh, shit...damn, ma...aaah fuck...”

  I whisper in his ear. Tell him how much I love the dick. Tell him how hot he has my pussy. Let him know how horny I am. Inch by excruciating inch, I fuck myself on his dick. Rhythmically rock and roll my hips, my pussy clutching his shaft. I tease the dick. Lift up, fuck half of his dick, then lift up to the head, using my muscles to milk it. I glide my pussy up and down on him, taking him in about a third of the way, rotating my hips. I lift up again, this time riding only the tip, still rotating my hips. Royce attempts to thrust his cock in me. He wants more dick in. I grind all the way down to the base. “Is this what you want, little daddy?”

  He grunts in response. I can tell he’s at his breaking point. I have pushed him to the edge. “Stop teasin’ me, ma. Give me that pussy...I wanna fuck...”

  I let go of his wrists. Allow him to grip my hips as he thrusts his hips upward, his dick stabbing at my pussy. I grunt and smile and murmur in delight. The delicious pain causes tiny waves of orgasms to splash up against his cock. I press my lips to his. My scent still lingers on his mouth, his tongue. I suck. Push my tongue deep into his mouth. We kiss. Devour each other until we are both moaning.

  “Mmmmm...you wanna be my little boy toy, huh? You wanna keep fucking this pussy?”

  I match his thrusts. Fuck him while he fucks me. He shoves himself deep inside me. A mixture of pleasure and lust are in his half-closed eyes. He has given in to ecstasy, has allowed uninhibited desire to take its course.

  “Yessssssssssssssss...oh fuuuuuuuuck...” He bucks his hips. “I’m cumming...I’m cuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuummmmming...aaaaaah, fuck!” I ride him, gallop hard and fast and cum along with him, staring into his glazed eyes. I collapse on his chest, panting. “Damn, that was good,” he says, running his hands along the small of my back. He kisses the side of my head. His dick is still hard. “I want some more.”

  I glance up at him, smiling. I watch him intently as he removes his overflowing condom, reaches on the nightstand for another, then rolls it down on his sticky dick. I roll over on my stomach, tuck my knees under, rise up on my hands, arching my back. My hot pussy is still throbbing from my orgasm. Still oozing out love cream. He eases up behind me, places the head of his dick at my opening, then slowly enters. I gasp. Inch by mesmerizing inch, he fills me, stretches me. A low whimper escapes the back of my throat as my pussy contracts around his cock. We rock together, enjoying the sensations. He fucks me with slow, steady strokes. I reach for my clit, pressing my fingers up against it. It is sensitive and swollen. Instantly, I’m moaning loudly and coming.

  “Fuck me...oooooh, fuck me...” I demand, throwing my ass up on his dick. He grabs my hips, bangs deep into me; fucks me hard. I swing my hair from side to side, clutching the sheets. I’m coming and coming and coming. “Aaaah, yesss, beat my pussy up...that’s right, fuck me good...”

  “Damn, ma, you so wet...That’s right...keep nuttin’ on my dick...oh shiiiiit...you feel so fuckin’ good....”

  He slaps my ass.

  “Oh, yes...slap that shit harder...”

  He slaps it until it stings, then pulls out until only his swollen head is nestled between my pussy lips. He teases my slit, urges me to grab at it before sliding into me once more. He’s thoughtfully taking his time, stroking my walls—gently...too gently. I want him to fuck me, to lose control and bang my pussy inside out. “No, fuuuuuuck me...” I insist. “I want it rough and hard and fast...fuck me...” I raise my ass to him, brace my elbows on the bed as he grips my hips tighter and fucks me roughly. “Slap my ass some more, nigga...” Smack, smack, smack! “Harder.” Whap! “Harder.” Whap! Whap! Whap!

  “Uh, fuck...yeah, keep grabbin’ that dick, baby. You handlin’ this big dick, ma...”

&n
bsp; “Oooooh give it to me...ooooooooh, that’s right. Fuck me... aaaah...fuck me, baby...Mmmm...right there...right there. Oh, yes, oh yes...make my pussy nut...there you go. Oh, yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah...right there...mmmm, harder...”

  His breathing changes and I know he’s ready to explode. I’m panting. He’s panting. He tells me he’s ready to come. I push back into him as hard as he’s thrusting in me. I give, as good as I’m getting.

  I gasp. “Give me that good nut, little daddy...oooooh, ooooooh, ooooooh...c’mon, c’mon...give me that nut...Bust it all in my pussy....”

  He moans as he comes. I moan as I come with him. I drop to the bed and he collapses on top of me. His warm breath tickles my ear as we both struggle to steady our breathing.

  “Damn, that was some bomb-ass sex.” He rolls over onto his back, arms thrown over his head, toned legs spread wide, condom-wrapped dick smothered in cum. He turns his head toward me with a satisfied smile, brushing sweaty hair from out of my face. “Whew. You a real beast, ma.”

  I return the smile. Peck him on his lips, then reach for his cock. Fucking this young boy is amazing. His rock-hard cock, his stamina, his lean-muscled body make up for his age. “And I’m just getting started,” I state, slowly rolling the condom up. It’s filled to capacity with his man milk. I reach for the hand towel on my nightstand, fold the condom inside of it, then place his wet dick between my titties and titty fuck him while licking and flicking my tongue over the head of his dick.

  “Aaaah, shit...” Within moments, he’s coming again. This time he coats my tits, drenches them with his cum. I cup them in my hand. Stare at him as I smear his nut into my skin, licking what clings onto my nipples. With his eyes glazed, he pulls in his bottom lip. “You a real freak, ma. I wanna fuck some more...”

  “Oh you haven’t seen anything, yet,” I tell him, smiling. “The day’s just getting started.”

  He grins. “Then get up on this dick and show me what you got.” He reaches for me. Pulls me into him, then kisses me. This time it’s a long, tongue-probing, passionate kiss. And before long I’m rolling another XL magnum down onto his hard dick, easing him back into my greedy pussy.

  Paris

  CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

  I’m in the back of the boutique in my office, standing in six-inch stilettos with my skirt hiked up over my hips, thong pulled to the side, my fingers probing my horny pussy. There has been a fire blazing between my thighs since early this morning, one that I tried to extinguish with my bullet and glass dildo. But to no avail, the flames keep spreading. I need dick. I need to be fucked. But, today, I want my own man. One I don’t have to share. One I can keep out of the clutches of Persia and Porsha, for at least this very minute.

  My phone buzzes. Alerts me I have a new text. Ugh, fucking great, I think, glancing over at it. I start to ignore it, but decide against it. I quickly stop what I’m doing and go over, licking my fingers. I pick up my phone. Porsha has sent me a text. Irwin wants to cum thru 2morrow nite. You have any plans? Persia’s free to play. R u? I smile, knowing she has no idea how fucking horny I am. That my fingers were buried in my pussy just seconds ago. I text her back: Yes!!!! And tell him to cum ready to fuck all night. I turn my phone off, tossing it over on the chair. No more distractions until I get this nut. Now, where was I? I slide my left hand back between my legs. And continue where I left off, strumming my clit with my fingers. My right hand cups my left breast, pinches my nipple.

  “Mmmmm...”

  The boutique’s door is locked. A sign “Out to Lunch” hangs from the window so that I can have this moment to myself—without interruptions. Tuesdays are always slow so today is a perfect day for playing in my pussy without disruptions. Yiruma’s CD First Love is playing in the background. Its sexy instrumentals are perfect for lovemaking. If only I had someone to make love to. For some reason, I consider calling Emerson behind Persia and Porsha’s backs. Think about making love to him; only once, then sending him on his way. But the thought quickly fades.

  Closing my eyes, I hump my hand. Allow my mind’s eye to conjure up fantasies of big hands kneading my breasts...a wet mouth clinging to my clit...eager cock pummeling in and out of my hot pussy doggy-style, my gushy cunt splashing its juices with each stroke—deep and determined.

  I imagine my chocolate knight with his boxers at his ankles; his engorged cock—with its bulbous head—rigid and ready, bobbing up and down as he whispers dirty things to me; promises of how he’ll fuck me into a delicious trance; his breath hot against my ear.

  I plop up on the edge of my desk. Reach for my Utopia Rabbit vibrator—a sleek silicone vibrator that twists and vibrates at seven different speeds; turn it on low speed. Then gasp the minute its tip touches my swollen clit. I shut my eyes tighter, massaging my clit with the vibrator. Over and over, I stroke myself, bringing myself closer to an orgasm. A soft whimper escapes me. I scoot further back on the desk, spread my legs wider, one leg propped up on the desk, then slide the tip of the vibrator into my wet pussy. I push it as far as it will go inside of me, imagining it is a probing finger, a hungry tongue, an eager cock, pulsing deep inside of me.

  “Ohhh, yes...fuck me...aaah...mmmm...my pussy needs you... you gonna keep fucking me with this good dick?”

  Yeah, baby, anytime you want it. This dick is yours...

  “Mmmm...ooooooooh...it feels sooooooo good...you like how this pussy feels?”

  My imaginary lover wraps my hair around his hand, yanks my head, looking into my eyes he tells me how much he loves my smooth, shaven pussy. Tells me how wet it is. How hot it is. How good it feels wrapped around his dick. I plunge my vibrator in and out of me. Allow my juices to splash out. My body begins to shudder as its vibrations caress my G-spot.

  I’m now lying all the way back on my desk. My imaginary lover hovers over me, pressing my knees back toward my shoulders, then pushes his hot, hard cock into me—and fucks me until I scream.

  My pussy makes sucking and popping sounds, grabbing at my vibrator as I jab it in and out of me. “Ohhhhhhgod, yesssssss... feed my pussy with that big-ass dick...uhhhhhhh...uhhhhhh... fuuuuck—”

  “Oh, shit, daaaaaaamn...my bad...”

  Legs up, slit pulled open by fingers and vibrator, a puddle of pussy juice on my desk, everything around me comes to a screeching halt. My eyes pop open. My mouth drops open. It takes a minute to register that the voice I just heard isn’t the one in my head. That there’s a man—not just any man, but a fine, sexy-ass motherfucker—standing in the doorway, licking his lips with a crooked grin plastered on his face, staring at me.

  “Don’t stop on my account,” he says, leaning up against the doorframe with his arms folded. “I was really starting to enjoy the view.”

  I jump up, skirt bunched up around my hips, shirt unbuttoned, titties exposed. “Ohmygod, what the fuck are you doing in here?!” I yell, dropping my vibrator and quickly trying to cover myself. With one hand over my chest, I snatch the remote to the stereo off the file cabinet, shutting it off. I’m completely shocked, embarrassed, and too muthafucking through! “How in the hell did you get in here?”

  A grin locks on his face as he tries hard to keep his eyes from roaming from my erect nipples to my bare hips. I attempt to pull my skirt down over my bare ass. I want to slap that damn smirk off his beautiful chocolate face. “I walked in.”

  “No, you didn’t,” I snap, grabbing my cell off the sofa. “You broke in my damn store and tried to rob me. I’m calling the police...”

  He walks up on me, grabbing me by the arm. “Yo hold up. Now you reachin’. Stop the theatrics and listen to me. Like I said, I walked in. The door was unlocked. What the fuck I wanna break in ya spot for when I was just up in this muhfucka a few weeks ago and dropped almost two grand for a damn bag for my moms?”

  Well, he has a point. “Well, you should—”

  He cuts me off. “Well’, nothin’. I stood at the register and waited for you. I even called out for you. But I guess you were, uh, caught up in the...music.”
He rubs his chin. “And from the looks of things, looks like you were really in a zone.” He starts laughing and this only pisses me off.

  “I don’t see shit funny. And get your damn hand off of me. You’re trespassing. And you assaulted me by putting your damn hands on me.”

  He laughs harder. This nigga is crazy, I think, frowning. I just threatened to call the police on his ass and he’s standing here laughing. “I didn’t barge in on you, beautiful. And I’m not trespassing. And I damn sure haven’t assaulted you. Once, twice, three times, the door wasn’t locked and I walked in. The only thing I’m tryna do is stop you from makin’ a damn fool outta ya’self.” He shakes his head, letting my arm go. “Yo, you wanna call the cops, then do you.” He takes a seat. “I’ll be right here waitin’ on ’em.”

  I storm out of the office to assess the situation. I scan the store. Everything looks to be in order. Then I go over to the door and turn the knob. It opens. There are no signs of tampering with the lock or forced entry. Now I really feel like shit for accusing him of breaking in when I didn’t even lock the damn door. I thought I had. You fucking idiot! How could you be so damn stupid? I shake my head, locking it. I tuck my blouse into my skirt, then zip it, smoothing out the fabric, then walk back into the office to face him.

  I stare at him, raise a brow. Whew, this man is fine as hell. But I’m still mad. Mad at myself for being so careless and getting caught like that. And mad at him for being so goddamn fine, and me not being able to have him in between my legs finishing off what he disrupted. Or can I?

  He smirks. “Did you call ’em?”

  “No, I didn’t.” He asks why, smirking. “Because there’s no need to.”

  “Hmmm, isn’t that sumthin’? So, it wasn’t the dark, handsome cat with the sexy-swag who did it after all, huh?”

  I roll my eyes. “Okay, whatever, smart-ass. You still had no business walking back here. This is an unauthorized area.”

  He laughs. “Yo, beautiful...admit it. You fucked up, babe. But, it’s all good ’cause ya screw up turned out to be my blessing.” I suck my teeth. “Next time you in here tryna get ya finger swerve on, you might wanna double-check to make sure you have the door locked. So now you owe me an apology, don’t you think?”