Man Swappers

by Cairo

  I huff, sweeping my bang across my forehead. “Didn’t you see the sign in the window?” I ask, ignoring him as I stomp into my private bathroom, slamming the door on him. I lock it.

  “Yeah, I saw it as I was turning the doorknob to come in,” he says on the other side of the door.

  “And you still walked in, knowing no one was in?” I stare at myself in the mirror as I wash my hands. Fuck, fuck, fuck! How the hell did you not lock the damn door? What if someone else had walked up in here? See, that’s what your horny ass gets.

  “Someone was here,” he says, laughing. “And she was mad busy tryna get it in.”

  Shit! “Hahaha, hell. So glad you find this amusing.” Way to go, bitch! You have definitely given this motherfucker something to talk about with his boys. “Well, you still had no business walking up in here like that.”

  He keeps laughing. “Shit, I’m glad I walked in when I did. I might’ve missed the show. It’s not often a man walks up on a sexy-ass chick getting herself off.”

  Oh, so he thinks I’m sexy. I wonder how long his ass was standing there watching me. For some twisted reason, the idea that he’d been standing there watching my mini-sex performance the whole time causes excitement to rush to my clit. I shake the thought from my head, sucking my teeth. “Okay, so you caught me with my hands in my pussy; big deal. Don’t act like you haven’t seen my pussy before.”

  He chuckles. “Yeah, true. And a pretty pussy it is.”

  I stare at my reflection in the mirror, grinning. Whew, this nigga is gonna be a problem. If I don’t cut him off soon. “Mmmph. Flattery will get you nowhere.”

  He laughs. “C’mon, ma, don’t be like that. You know what it is. You should be glad I walked up on you instead of some other muhfucka.”

  “Mmmph.”

  He laughs again. “Don’t worry, baby. Your secret’s safe with me. Like everything else we’ve been doin’.”

  I swing the bathroom door open. He’s now leaning back up against the doorframe. “Darrin, right?” I ask, teasingly.

  He grins, playing along. “Nah, wrong cat. It’s Desmond; Dez for short. Don’t act like you don’t know.”

  “Okay, Dez for short. Why are you here?”

  He licks his lips, slow and sexy like. “I made a special trip down here to see you. You know. Maybe take you out to lunch, again. But, uh, I ended up getting something much more exciting.”

  His masculine scent mixed with his cologne swirls all around the room. I quickly glance at his crotch and notice a thick, meaty lump in his designer sweats. My clit pulses. My mouth starts to drool. Bitch, get a grip on yourself. I swiftly move around the office, wiping off my desk with a lemon-scented bacterial wipe.

  I feel his eyes on me as I try to avoid looking at him. My pussy muscles clench.

  Oh, go ahead and fuck him, then send him on his way. You know you want to.

  I stop what I’m doing. Place a hand up on my hip. “Um, why are you standing there grinning at me?”

  He points at the floor. “You forgot to pick up ya lil’ toy.” The way he says little sounds as if he’s implying he has something much bigger for me to play with. I walk around the desk and quickly scoop down and pick it up. I go back into the bathroom and wash it off, glancing at my reflection in the mirror.

  Ohmymotherfuckinggod, being around this sexy motherfucker makes my pussy wet.

  Then fuck him!

  But what if he’s married or in a relationship?

  Hooker, it’s a little too late to be concerned about that now, considering you already fucked him twice.

  Ugh, Paris, stop this shit! Other than his name, you don’t know shit about his ass.

  And that’s what makes fucking him more exciting.

  “So, am I gonna get that apology or what?” he asks, slicing into my thoughts. “All a brotha wanted to do is get at this sexy ass store owner who won’t give me her name, but let’s me eat her pussy, and now she tryna hem a muhfucka up wit’ bogus charges.” He laughs. “That’s real fucked up.”

  I take a deep sigh, trying not to smile. “I apologize,” I say, sticking my head out of the doorway.

  He smiles at me. “What are you apologizin’ for?” I look at him as if he’s two screws from crazy. “Yo, I’m sayin’. I wanna make sure you know what you’re apologizin’ for.”

  I suck my teeth. “I apologize for accusing you of breaking in, then threatening to call the police on you.”

  He walks up on me. I try not to take him in. Try not to stare at the lump in his pants. But it’s too late. My wet pussy senses his presence. My nipples swell. “And what else?”

  I frown, placing my across my shoulder to block his view of my erect nipples poking through my blouse. “What do you mean, ‘and what else’?’ There’s nothing else to apologize to you about.”

  “Oh, yeah it is,” he says, pulling in his bottom lip.

  “And what’s that?” I ask, inhaling his scent. He reeks of masculinity. My pussy lips start to quiver.

  You can let me fuck you with this fat black dick, I hear him say in my head. I blink, stepping back when he steps up in my space. “You can apologize for stoppin’ what you were doin’ and leavin’ a muhfucka hangin’.”

  It’s motherfucking on now, girl. I glance up at the ceiling, silently thanking the heavens for this chocolate hunk appearing in my doorway, then bring my attention back to him. I’ma fuck this man real good, I think, smiling.

  “Oh, so you think I left you hanging, huh?”

  He nods. “Yeah, you did.” He takes another step toward me. This time I don’t move. In my heels, he still hovers over me. I like that. I look up at him. “But I gotta way you can make it up to me.”

  “Oh, really? Do tell,” I say coyly. He tells me I can start by giving him my real name. Tells me he wants my number and to take me out to dinner tonight. Fuck a dinner, I think, grinning. Give me the dick! I glance at my watch. It’s eleven-thirty. Since customers don’t usually start coming through until about one or so on Tuesdays, I decide to take opportunity by the balls, and seize the moment. “Well, that’s nice and all. But, I tell you what. I have an even better way to make it up to you.”

  “Oh word? I like the sound of that already. So what’s good?”

  “Give me one sec while I use the bathroom,” I say, stepping back into the bathroom, then slowly closing the door while keeping my eyes on him. I lick my lips and shut the door.

  He laughs. “Oh, aiight. I see how you doin’ it. So am I gonna get your name or what?”

  Oh, don’t worry. You’re about to get more than my name. I step out of my skirt, unbutton my blouse, then take it off, hanging it on back of the door. I take in my reflection, standing here in my red La Perla sheer lace chemise. “Yes, you’re about to get my name. “But, before you do, I need to know one thing.”

  “What’s that?”

  “You have a woman? Or someone you seeing on a regular?” I hold my breath, waiting.

  “Nah, why?”

  I let out a sigh of relief, stepping out of my thong. “Good,” I say, grabbing my vibrator, then slowly opening the door. “Now let me finally introduce myself to you.” He’s no longer in front of the door. I walk out into the office and find him sitting on the sofa, fiddling with his cell. I stand in the middle of the room, waiting, until he looks up.

  His eyes pop open. “Oh, shit. Gotdaaaaaaaamn!”

  I slowly saunter over to him. Allow my hips to jut out at him with each step. “My name is Pleasure...”

  Pleasure

  CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

  “So you wanna watch me play in this pussy?” I ask in a low, sweet whisper as I lean back on the desk, lift up my legs and spread open my lips.

  Desmond revels in the view, grabbing at his cock and grinning. “Hell yeah.” He squeezes his dick, then strokes it. “Fuck.”

  My fingers strum along the folds of my lips, slithering along my slit. My juices start to stir. I allow him to see and hear the swishy sloshing sounds my pussy makes a
s my fingers get lost in its wetness. My excitement intensifies with the knowing that this fine, mysterious hunk of man gazing at me while I finger myself is a complete stranger. “Mmmmm...ooooh...you like looking at this tight pussy?” I pull it open, offering him a better view. I spread my legs wider. Allow my pussy lips, pouty and full, to poke out a little more. Allow him to see all of me—the core of who I am—ready and wet and hot.

  He licks his lips. “Damn, that’s a pretty pussy, baby.”

  “Mmmm...and it’s so wet. Pull out your dick. Let me see it.” He fishes it out from out of his sweats. It’s already erect and eager. I moan, pulling in my bottom lip. “Oooh, look at that dick...nice and thick...mmmm...stroke it for me, daddy...”

  I watch as he spits in his hand, then slowly glides his hand up and down the length of it. His eyes lock on my glistening pussy. “Is this what you want? You wanna see this dick get hard?”

  “Ooooh, yes,” I coo, turning on my Rabbit, then laying it on my clit. “Let me see how big it gets...” I dip the vibrator inside of me. Let its vibrations echo along the walls of my pussy as I watch him lift his hips up from off the sofa and inch his sweats and boxer briefs down over his hips. They are now draped around his ankles as he sits back with his legs gaped over. His perfectly shaped balls look like two chocolate Easter eggs—hanging low, waiting to be scooped up. I swallow back my wanting to roll my tongue around them, my yearning to place them into my drooling mouth. “Ooooh, yeah...stroke that dick... mmm...let me see you play with them beautiful balls...”

  I keep my eyes trained on his hand. Count the strokes. Memorize the rhythm. Then play them back in my head, matching his movements with my own; my fingers rapidly dancing over the hood of my excitement. My clit, my cunt, my ass...are on fire. Flames of lust shoot out everywhere.

  “Aaaah, fuck...you got my dick hard as hell. I wanna feel that wet pussy around this dick...you got some good pussy, baby.”

  “It sure is...it’s real good. Nice and wet...”

  “Damn, I wanna fuck...”

  He walks up on me. Dick in hand, he dips at the knees. I tell him to step back.

  “You can only look, not touch,” I warn, pulling my fingers from off my clit, then sliding them into my mouth. I make love to them with my mouth and tongue, savoring my creamy center. His eyes roam my nakedness, trail over my body, admiring my curves, the rise and fall of my breasts. I let go of my Rabbit, clench it with my muscles to free my hands as I cup my breasts and squeeze them together. I lick my nipples—one at a time. Then dip my hand back between my thighs, pulling out my vibrator, then swirling it around my clit before sliding it back in. I pull it out again. Let him see the mouth of my pussy open and close.

  “Let me taste that pussy, baby...” I remove the vibrator. Slip my fingers in. Dig deep. Moan. Scoop out two fingers of sweetness. Then offer it to him. I watch as he waddles his way toward me. Midway, he stops and kicks his pants and his underwear off, leaving them in middle of the floor. He is up on me, licking his lips. Then leans into me as I reach up and press my fingers to his lips, coating them with my sticky cream, then slipping them into his mouth. His mouth is hot. His tongue wet. I finger-fuck his mouth, slow and deliberate, as he devours my essence. When he is done, I slip my fingers into my own mouth, and lick all over them.

  “Damn, you got some good pussy juice...Let me eat that shit.”

  “Suck my titties.” My request comes out as a command. Once he heeds, I remind him that he must keep his hands on his cock. I urge him to continue stroking it. I glance down at it. I can see a string of nectar leaking from the slit of its swollen head. “You want me to wrap these pretty lips around your dick and suck it, don’t you?”

  He grunts, swirling his tongue around my nipples. “Yeah, baby...” He lightly grazes my nipple with his teeth, then tugs it with his teeth. I flinch. Tell him I don’t like my nipples rough-housed.

  “Lips and tongue,” I tell him. “Suckle them; not bite them.”

  “My bad,” he says, glancing up at me. “I got carried away. You have me so fuckin’ horny.” He finds a gentle groove with his lips and tongue, teasing my nipples to an aching hardness that forces a moan to escape from the back of my throat.

  My fingers, my vibrator, vie for my pussy’s warm, wet snugness.

  “Why you fuckin’ with me? I wanna get up in that pussy, ma.”

  “You can taste me; that’s it.” I scoot off the desk, leaving small puddles of cunt juice behind as I turn around and spread open my legs, then pull open my ass cheeks. I tell him to eat my pussy from the back. Remind him to not touch; to keep his hand on his dick, stroking it until it releases. Desmond kisses and nibbles all over my ass, before pressing his face in between my cheeks. His nose hits my asshole as he flicks his tongue across the back of my pussy. I push back against his face, slowly shake my hips side-to-side, ass-clapping his face. “Oh, yessssss...eat that pussy...you still stroking that fat dick for me?” He grunts, reaching up to grab my hips. I slap his hands down. “Don’t touch. Eat...”

  The store phone starts ringing. I count the number of rings before the call rolls over into voice mail. It rings again. Desmond pulls his tongue out of me, leaving my pussy vacant.

  “You wanna get that? It could be important.”

  This is important! Whoever it is will have to call back. I glance back at him over my shoulder. He has a glazed smirk on his face. “No...put your tongue back in my pussy.” Without further words, he eats me out until my body shakes and I cream on his tongue.

  When he is done gulping down my juices, he gets up off his knees, licking his lips. His meaty dick curved to the left. “Damn, girl, your pussy’s right. You so muthafuckin’ fine...fuck all this jerkin’ off shit...Let me hit that pussy...”

  He walks over and picks up his underwear and sweats and tosses them up on the sofa. He turns to face me. I’m now sitting up on the edge of desk. My legs spread open. Pussy still ablaze, I beckon him to come closer to me.

  I wrap my leg around his waist, draw him in. He gazes into my eyes. I match his lustful stare, reaching out for his hot cock. I stroke it. Then, without words, without permission, he finds my mouth with his and kisses me. I’m taken by surprise. But I don’t resist. I give into temptation. Give into desire. And allow his tongue to find mine. Before long, his hands are grasping tightly onto my hips, his fingers deep into my ass. I’ve let go of his swollen dick, wrapping my arms around his neck. My fingers get lost in the deep spin of his waves. I’ve gotten caught up in the moment. Have tossed rationale and reasoning out of the window. Dare myself to play Russian roulette. I feel him, this stranger, dark-chocolate flesh, sculpted and molded around layers of muscle, pressing his way into me—his dark brown cock sliding between my thighs; its tip inching its way into paradise.

  I close my eyes, toss my head back. Allow the bullet to spin into the chamber. “I wanna feel my dick inside of you.”

  Click.

  The head of his dick pushes past resistance.

  Click.

  I hoist up my hips, arch my back. Give in to reckless abandon.

  Click.

  More dick slides in, stretching out apprehension.

  Click.

  “Ohhh, shit...you feel so good...aaah...this pussy’s so wet...”

  Click.

  My head starts to spin. My heart leaps in my chest. My body weakens. I am blindfolded, tiptoeing on the edge of a cliff, dancing along the edges of danger. The well in me rises and swells. I’m too caught up now. There’s no turning back.

  Click.

  He’s all the way inside of me now. “You feel so good,” he pants. “I can get lost in this pussy all day...”

  I want to push him off. But I don’t want this feeling to stop. He uses his dick with skill, hitting my spot; just so. “Don’t cum in me,” I push out, a thread of panic stitching through my voice.

  “Aaaaah, shit,” he groans against my ear. “I got you, ma... oooohhh, fuck...muthafuckin’ pussy’s so good.”

  “Uhhhh
...oh yes, fuck me...”

  He lifts me up off my desk and pounds himself in me, deep strokes jabbing away. I lock my arms around his neck and match his thrusts. His dick stabs at my spot. My pussy muscles violently contract. I’m screaming. He’s grunting and groaning.

  “Oh, shit’s this pussy’s fiiiiyah...oh fuck...”

  A wave of burning heat whips through my wet basin. And, before long, my cunt cries out, spewing hot, boiling juices. I cum, coating his dick and squirting streams of steamy pleasure, knowing that after today nothing will ever be the same.

  Porsha

  CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

  “So what did you do all day, Miss Works-from-Home?” I ask, taking a chilled glass from the tray, then filling it to the rim. Persia has made a pitcher of mojitos. She lifts the frosty glass to her lips and takes a sip. She waits patiently for me to get situated as I set the glass pitcher back on the tray, then settle into my seat with drink in hand.

  “Besides fucking Royce today,” she says matter-of-factly, tucking a leg beneath her. “Not a damn thing. But I don’t wanna talk about that right now. I wanna hear all about this little choo-choo train that you went off and fucked all night long.”

  I laugh. “Oh no, Miss Hooch. Not so fast, boo. I wanna hear all about you having that fine-ass young boy all to yourself. You fuck him here?”

  She grins. “I sure did. And he fucked me like there was no tomorrow. I’m telling you, Porsha, that young nigga knows how to use that big dick. He has my pussy still humming.”

  “Oooh, I’m so mad at you,” I say, feigning a pout. Although the truth is my own pussy still throbs from my encounter with Emerson today. I can still feel him inside of me, pounding away. I swallow back the thoughts of my afternoon romp. There’s a part of me that feels guilty for sneaking off and seeing him. My sisters and I have never kept secrets from each other. And I feel bad. But then there’s that other part of me that is excited by the idea of getting caught by one of them fucking him. I’m sure, at some point, I’ll tell them all about Emerson and me. But, for now, the Sheraton—for the last three weeks—has become our secret meeting place. And fucking him behind my sisters’ backs has become my newest guilty pleasure.