Kiss the Girls and Make Them Cry

by Brittani Williams

  “Don’t worry, beautiful, you’re gonna get every single bit,” he said as they started passionately kissing. After their long fiery kiss, Ricky lifted Keri’s body and carried her over in front of the large wall mirror. He stood his body behind hers, then spread her legs wide apart. Keri put both of her hands on the mirror. In one smooth motion, Ricky slid his hard dick inside her wet pussy. He tightly gripped her hips and started giving her long, thunderous strokes. She held on to the mirror for support as his magnificent dick fucked her hard from behind.

  “Oohhh! Ahhh!” Keri moaned and grunted at the same time. Ricky turned her around and scooped her into his muscular arms. Once again, their lips met with a long, steamy kiss. He set her back up against the mirror still stroking away. Then he softly kissed around her neck. Keri held on tightly as Ricky carried her body around the bedroom, stopping at every mirror along the way. The sweat dripped from both of their naked bodies.

  “Ohhh! Yes! Waaa!” Keri yelled out in pleasure.

  Teri finally lifted up her head and looked into the mirror in the headboard. When she saw Ricky holding her sister up in his arms, she just smiled and shook her head. She stood up from the bed and walked over behind Ricky. While Ricky continued to fuck her sister, Teri kissed on his back, ass, and legs.

  “Ohhhh! Right there!” Keri whimpered softly.

  “What’s my name?” Ricky demanded, pushing his dick in as far as it could go.

  “‘M . . . M . . . Mr.! Mr. Or ahhh Orgasm! Mr. Orgasm!’” she screamed out as tears of joy and pleasure fell from her satisfied eyes. “I . . . I . . . I’m coming! ‘Mr. Orgasm!’ I’m com . . . coming, ‘Mr. Orgasm.’ Yes! Yes!” Keri continued screaming, as they both climaxed at the same time.

  Ricky carried Keri’s body over to the bed and laid her down. Her body was trembling from the powerful orgasm that she was still feeling. Teri joined them on the bed. She watched as Ricky reached under the mattress and took out two pairs of handcuffs. He cuffed Keri to one of his hands and Teri to the other.

  “Tonight, ladies, we will be one,” he said, lying in between both women. As the night went on, Ricky would make love to the twins over and over again. It would be the best sex that any of them had ever had. It was well worth paying the extra thousand dollars to see Ricky outside of the club. To most, the price would be too steep, especially for sex. Sure, sex was easy to achieve, but good sex was something altogether different. You could search for miles before finding a man that could give you a mind-blowing orgasm, and even if you did, it still wouldn’t compare to what Ricky could give. For all of the ladies that paid for his time, it was money well spent while experiencing the most powerful orgasms they would ever know.

  Chapter Five

  Daddy’s Little Girl

  Tuesday morning

  The early-morning sun shined through the open window. Ricky opened his eyes and saw the two beautiful women peacefully sleeping. The three of them were all still handcuffed together. Ricky looked at the built-in clock inside the headboard and noticed the time was 7:05. He needed to drive to his parents’ house and pick up his daughter Asia for school. His mother would watch her on the nights that he worked at the club. He never missed a day, and he was never late.

  Ricky quickly woke up the two sleeping beauties and took off their handcuffs. Together they all got out of bed and rushed into the large, walk-in shower. As the warm water fell down their naked bodies, the two women happily washed Ricky down with liquid soap. As the water rinsed the soap off of his body, Teri got down on her knees and blessed Ricky with a fulfilling blowjob. After swallowing all his love juice, her sister cleaned him off, and together, they walked out of the shower. They dried each other’s body off, then quickly got dressed. Keri opened her Prada purse and took out a small white envelope.

  “Here you go, handsome. We’ll see you in three weeks,” she said, passing the envelope to Ricky. Ricky put the envelope inside his jacket pocket without looking inside of it.

  After hugs and kisses, they all walked out of the loft and got into their cars. Ricky watched as the two twins drove off in the Lexus. Moments later, he started up his BMW and drove off in the opposite direction. After checking his voice messages and e-mails on his cell phone, Ricky pressed the play button on the CD player. He wasn’t a fan of the early-morning talk shows, where celebrity gossip flooded the airwaves for ratings. Ricky had paid his young friend DJ Twist to put him together a CD of all his favorite singers: Lauryn Hill, Jill Scott, Vivian Green, Sade, Musiq, Floetry, Maxwell, Luther, and his all-time favorite, Mary J. Blige. As he drove his car through the dilapidated ghettoes of South Philly, he let the smooth voice of Jill Scott fill his soul.

  A half hour later, in Wynnefield, after parking his car, Ricky went inside the house. Asia was sitting on the sofa holding her backpack. “Hey, sweetie,” he said, walking over and giving her a big fatherly hug.

  “Hey, Daddy. Grandmom and Granddad went back to sleep. Aunt Nicole dressed me up. She’s in the kitchen,” Asia reported with a smile.

  “What’s up, lover boy?” Nicole said, walking out of the kitchen.

  “What’s up, sis? Thanks for getting Asia dressed and ready,” he said, grabbing Asia’s hand and walking toward the front door.

  “You got some money, Ricky? I’m broke,” Nicole said. “You know it’s hard for us college girls,” she added. Ricky reached inside his jacket and took out the white envelope. When he opened it, he saw five crisp, new, hundred-dollar bills. “Here,” he said, passing Nicole one of the bills.

  “Thank you,” she said, a bright smile on her face.

  “Tell Mom and Dad that I’ll see them later,” he said, opening the door.

  “All right, but we need to talk too,” Nicole said, following Ricky and Asia out the door.

  “What now?” he grinned.

  “My professor, Ms. Langston, keeps asking about you.” Nicole smiled.

  “I’m gonna have to go up to the community college and come check this woman out,” Ricky said, getting inside his car.

  “I’m telling you, Ricky, she’s cute, and she’s been asking about you ever since she saw you dance and found out that you’re my brother.”

  Ricky put Asia’s seat belt on and started up the car. Nicole stood there waiting, holding the hundred-dollar bill in her hand. Ricky rolled down the window and stuck out his head. “Tell your professor that I’m sorry that I don’t remember her, but just for you, Nicole, I’ll drive by your school on Thursday to meet her,” he said.

  “Bet. ’Cause I’m having a hard time in psychology, and I need all the help I can get,” she said.

  Ricky shook his head and slowly drove off down the street. Nicole was his eighteen-year-old younger sister and a freshman at the Community College of Philadelphia. She was an attractive, brown-skinned female with a sharp tongue and a sassy attitude. Ricky did his best to keep her on the right path. They were as close as any siblings could be.

  Nicole’s young girlfriends had a crush on her older brother. She knew that most females were money-hungry gold diggers, looking for great sex and a future baby daddy. But when it came to her handsome, older brother, Nicole wasn’t having it.

  Ricky looked over at his beautiful six-year-old daughter and playfully pinched her cheek. “Daddy!” Asia blushed.

  “You missed me, sweetie?” he asked, pulling his car up at the red light.

  “Yup. Always,” Asia said with a smile.

  “Hey, hey, hey, what I tell you about that?” Ricky said as he pulled off after the light changed.

  “I’m sorry, Daddy. Yes, I missed you a lot,” Asia said, correcting herself. Ricky glanced over at his daughter and shook his head. Asia was a younger version and spitting image of her beautiful mother who had died while giving birth to her. Asia had hazel-colored eyes and a caramel-tone skin complexion. Her silky, black hair was fixed up in two long, braided ponytails.

  “Daddy, can I hang out with Ms. India again one day?” Asia asked.

  “You like Ms. India, huh?�
�� Ricky asked, turning down the music on the CD player.

  “Yeah, she’s real nice, Daddy. We had a lot of fun at the zoo last week,” Asia smiled.

  “The next time I see Ms. India, I’ll ask her if she would like to take you out again. I’m sure she’ll do it because Ms. India likes you a lot too,” Ricky said, pulling the car up in front of the school yard full of playing children.

  “Thank you, Daddy. I’ll see you after school,” Asia said, snatching off her seat belt and giving him a hug and a kiss.

  “I love you, sweetie,” Ricky said, looking into her beautiful eyes.

  “I love you too, Daddy,” Asia said, getting out of the car.

  Ricky watched as Asia walked over to her teacher. After she and her teacher waved good-bye, Ricky waved back and slowly drove down the street.

  After turning the volume back up, he headed for his next destination: Carmen’s.

  * * *

  When India had returned home that night, she went upstairs into her bedroom and shut the door. After getting undressed, she lay naked across her queen-size bed and thought about Ricky. India and her mother Nancy lived together in a beautiful five-bedroom home in the Chestnut Hill section of Philadelphia. After India had graduated from Howard University, with a degree in business management, she decided to move back in with her mother and help her run the club. That was a year earlier, when she had first seen Ricky. He was one of the most handsome men she had ever laid eyes on. And now she was his boss. When Nancy saw the infatuated look in her daughter’s eyes. She quickly brought it to a stop.

  “You stay away from Ricky, you hear me?” Nancy warned her that day.

  “Mom, why?” India questioned.

  “Because I said so, and besides, he’s too mature for you, and he’ll just end up breaking your heart,” Nancy said seriously.

  “Mom, I can handle myself.”

  India knew that there was more to it, but she didn’t want to get into it with her mother. After a while, she and Ricky had become friends from working together. But whenever Nancy would spot them laughing or talking together, she would somehow find a way to break it up. Is Mom being overprotective? Or is she hiding something? India would often ask herself. One thing for sure, India couldn’t get Ricky out of her system. And the more her mother tried to keep them apart, the more India wanted him.

  Chapter Six

  The Bold and Beautiful

  The short trip to City Line Avenue didn’t take Ricky long at all. He parked his BMW inside a parking lot and walked across the street to the Executive Suites apartments. When he entered the elegant building, Ricky took the elevator to the fourth floor. Standing in the doorway of her apartment was Carmen. Carmen invited Ricky inside and closed the door. Without any words said, she quickly grabbed his hand and led him into the spacious master bedroom.

  “Where’s Hardrock?” Ricky asked.

  “On tour with a few other Def Jam artists,” she said, taking off her Victoria’s Secret bra and panties.

  “He’ll be gone for a month.”

  Ricky stood there in silence as she approached him. In his head, hearing he’d be gone for a month sounded like a cash register. Anytime that Carmen was allowed freedom was time that he could make a profit. He was always eager to get paid whenever he could. After Carmen gave him a soft kiss on the lips, she stooped down on her knees.

  “How was the show last night?” she said, unbuckling his belt.

  “It was nice,” he answered.

  “I heard. So who were the twins you gave the yellow roses to?”

  “How do you know about that?” he asked with a smile.

  “Come on, ‘Mr. Orgasm,’ you know us girls can’t keep our mouths closed. I didn’t have to be there. My girlfriends were there,” Carmen said sliding down Ricky’s jeans and boxers.

  “They are just a few friends of mine. Just like you,” Ricky said, feeling Carmen’s soft hands rubbing his hard dick.

  “I can still remember when you first gave me my yellow rose,” she said, teasing the head of his dick with her lips.

  Ricky looked down at Carmen as she slowly rolled her tongue over her upper lip. Carmen was sexy, and she knew it.

  “You know what’s so damn sexy about you?” she asked softly.

  “No, what?”

  “Your cool-ass demeanor. I’m sure a man like you arouses many women’s interest. And the sex is just on another level. Sometime I can’t stand you,” she said jokingly.

  “Why’s that?” Ricky said, playfully.

  “Because I got everything in the world that I need. Money; a rich, superstar boyfriend; jewels; clothes; and I still can’t get you out of my system. And I can’t keep this pretty black dick from my mouth,” she revealed, opening her mouth and taking his dick inside. Ricky stood there as Carmen used her mouth to make slow, passionate love to his dick. When it came to giving blowjobs, she was truly the best who had ever done it. While Ricky’s dick touched the back of her throat, Carmen massaged his balls. He stood there with his eyes closed, lost in Carmen’s pleasing oral performance.

  Carmen Lewis was once one of the top video models in the rap music industry. She had over twenty-five videos to her credit. She stood at five foot eight and weighed 135 pounds. Her perfect measurements, 38-26-38, drove men, and even some women, wild. Besides her beautiful hourglass figure, she had a golden-honey complexion and a gorgeous face. At twenty-three-years-old, Carmen had everything a woman would ever need. After meeting her fiancé, MC Hardrock, one of the top rappers/producers in the music industry, Carmen was quickly swept off her feet. They had met at one of Hardrock’s video shoots. Two months later, they were engaged, and Carmen decided to retire from the video industry.

  Hardrock was a twenty-eight-year-old gangster rapper from North Philly. He had a dark-skinned complexion on his stocky five-foot-nine frame. Just like most rappers in the music industry, he had more bark than bite. In his songs, he would constantly rap about guns, murder, sex, and violence. But 90 percent of his raps were all lies and a lot of hype. Still, the 2 million fans that had bought his first album, Kill Or Be Killed, idolized Hardrock and believed every single word he spit out of his platinum-filled mouth.

  When Carmen felt Ricky’s body tremble, she sped up her pace. Her warm, wet mouth slid up and down his dick, while her hand continued to massage his balls. When she felt Ricky’s whole body jerk, she gripped his dick with both hands and prepared herself for the creamy eruption. Ricky grabbed the top of her head as he exploded his thick, creamy juice inside of her mouth. Carmen swallowed it all down without wasting a single drop on the carpet.

  “I hope you still got some energy left,” she said, standing up and walking over to the dresser. She grabbed a Magnum condom from off the dresser and walked back over to him. Ricky’s dick was still hard when she put it on. Carmen turned around and bent over. She used the bed to support her position.

  “We have plenty of uninterrupted time to spare,” she said seductively.

  “So are you ready to be spontaneous?” Ricky asked, grinding his dick on her phat, round ass.

  “It’s lubricated, so, do you, boo!”

  In one smooth motion, Ricky slid his eight-and-a-half-inch dick inside of Carmen’s tight asshole.

  “Ohhh!” she grunted, as he started stroking in and out of her ass. Ricky gave her long, thunderous strokes, making sure every motion counted. Carmen held on to the bed with her eyes closed, enjoying every single inch of his hard dick.

  “Ahhh! ‘Mr. Orgasm!’ Ahhh! ‘Mr. Orgasm!’ Ahhh! ‘Mr. Orgasm!’” she moaned in ecstasy. As Ricky continued to fuck Carmen from behind, tears of total satisfaction fell from her eyes. In less than ten minutes, she was enjoying the amazing feeling of a wonderful anal orgasm.

  “I’m coming! ‘Mr. Orgasm,’ I’m coming!” Carmen cried out as the wonderful feeling swept throughout her trembling body. When Ricky finally pulled his dick out, Carmen’s naked body slumped down on the bed.

  After they made love again, they took a shower t
ogether. There were many things wrong with this relationship because it was leading into territory that he vowed he wouldn’t go into. But, it was comfortable, though. It was a release from all of the ones that were strictly a job. As Ricky sat on the edge of the bed tying up his shoelaces, he could smell something cooking. It was customary for Carmen to fix him a nice meal after he laid the pipe properly. He grabbed his cell phone off of the bed to see if he had any missed calls or messages before he went on about his day.

  “The food is ready,” Carmen yelled from the kitchen.

  Ricky got up and headed toward the kitchen.

  Carmen had made him a delicious egg and cheese omelet with a large glass of orange juice. They sat and talked about what was going on in each other’s lives.

  “So what’s up with you and your fiancé? Anything new?” Ricky asked as he took a bite of eggs.

  “Nothing new. I’m just bored. He gives me the world financially, you know that. I love him to death, but I always feel like I’m nothing more than arm candy when he needs to keep up with appearances. I sit up in this house all the time while he’s out doing his thing.”

  “Well, have you told him that you’d like to do more? I mean, if you just accept it without voicing your feelings, you can’t expect anything different,” Ricky said before taking a sip of his juice and a few more bites of his food.

  “Of course I have, but he’s in his own world. You know how that can go. He doesn’t show me any attention, whether it’s in the bedroom or just in general. In the bedroom, no one compares to you,” she laughed.

  “Well, we know that, but why do you stay?” he asked. He’d finished eating his food by this point. He slid his empty plate over to her.

  “Because he’s all I know. What else am I going to do?” She got up from the table to place his dish into the sink.

  “Come sit back down,” he said.

  Carmen walked back over to the seat at the kitchen table. Ricky put his hands on top of her hands.

  “You are an amazing woman, Carmen. You can do anything in this world that you want to do. You have learned your own worth and should demand that you be treated the way that you deserve. If he really loves you, he’ll come around. Trust me,” he said.