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  Dear Reader:

  Cairo has delivered yet again. This time it’s book fourteen and it’s as fast-paced and erotic as all of his titles. In these six lustful tales, he brings the heat showing a host of “dirty” ways to cheat between the sheets.

  From titles like “All Three Holes” to “Phone Bone,” Cairo takes readers on a wild ride bringing sexual heat in any way imaginable. Characters have hidden desires and explore their fantasies at full speed in this anthology driven by scandal and deceit.

  As always, thanks for the love and support shown to me and the authors that I publish under Strebor Books. We appreciate each and every one of you and will continue to strive to bring you cutting-edge, exciting books in the future.

  Blessings,

  Publisher

  Strebor Books

  www.simonandschuster.com

  This book is dedicated to Dara “MizPain” Williams & Zanetta “Ziggy” Davis, two down-ass chicks who know how to be ladies in the streets, but turn up the heat in them sheets. Mad luv, much respect! Keep wavin’ them freak flags!

  ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

  I am forever in awe at the mad luv I continue to get with each joint I drop. This is what, book number fourteen—and once again, it feels like my first release. You, my juice lovas, make the long hours of typing and racing to get to the finish line before every deadline so worth it. Yeah, I write the heat. But it’s all of you who go out and drop ya paper on my joints, spread the word, wave ya freak flags, and keep me inspired to keep bringing you the kind of hot, nasty erotica you’ve all come to crave, and expect from me.

  I am turned on by every keystroke knowing I’m about to turn you on in some creative, sexy way. I will never stop thanking you. So, here goes: Thank you for being open-minded enough, bold enough, and adventurous enough; and for allowing me to share my love of hotness in the sheets with you. All that I do is for you!

  Some things change, some shit will forever stay the same. And this holds true for all the Facebook beauties ’n’ cuties and cool-ass bruhs who make this journey mad fun: Real spit. Y’all my mutha-effen peeps! Too many of you to name, but YOU know who you are, godddammit!

  Special shout-out to the best literary agent in the game: Sara Camilli. I am forever indebted to you for all that you do.

  To Zane, Charmaine, Yona and the rest of the Strebor/Simon & Schuster team: As always, I hope you all know how much ya boy appreciates the never-ending luv!

  To the members of Cairo’s World: Thanks for the mad luv!

  And, as always, to the naysayers: What would I do without you, huh, niggah-boos, huh? Y’all keep me wanting to turn up and get real nasty with it; just so I can fuck with you. I whack off knowing I’ma catch you in ya feelings. But fuck what ya heard, coon-muhfuckas. The Cairo movement is here to stay! Thought you knew!

  One luv—

  Cairo

  P-Spot Under Siege

  Well-hung, happily married black man seeks an extremely open-minded woman for no-strings, stress-free freaky fun. You must be kinky and willing to kiss, lick, finger and eat my ass til I explode. I want a babe who loves eating a man’s hole. I know you’re out there, baby, so come tongue me good. I’m looking for you to alternate between licking my hole and cock and balls. Please know how to suck dick! Lick it up and down and all over. Not just licking up and down and ignoring my balls. I don’t want my dick in an empty mouth. You should be wrapping your tongue around my dick and licking it like it’s your favorite ice cream. You should be licking my balls and the crack of my ass lovingly. I would love for you to finger your pussy while you play with my ass. Then, if you want, let me dick you down real good. To make sure you’ve read this carefully, put in subject line “ass play” so that I know you are not spam. I’m not looking to pay for sex or subscribe to any websites. I’m looking to get this dick sucked, ass licked, prostate stroked and pop a good nut. ***Women only** Repeat, this ad is for real women. I am not gay, bi-curious or confused. Don’t even bother hitting me up. I will not reply back.

  I read and reread and edit the ad on my laptop multiple times before finally pressing the PUBLISH tab. In the last five years, this is like my fourth or fifth time placing an ad on Nastyfreaks4u.com—a sex site specifically for individuals looking to explore all of their wildest, kinkiest fantasies. There are lots of perverts up on here, but every now and then, you luck up and connect with some pretty decent freaks who aren’t just looking to collect pictures, or get pissed or shitted on, or fucked raw, but really trying to get into some clean discreet, sexy, freaky fun.

  The last two times I’ve posted I received over a hundred responses back. And only thirty-five were legit. Out of those, fifteen were halfway serious to meet up. But only six were remotely worth considering. The others had some type of handicap, were extremely hard on the eyes, had missing teeth, or were about the size of a Sumo wrestler.

  Definitely not something I’d roll around in the sheets with, let alone allow anywhere near my dick or my ass.

  However, after about an hour of sifting through ridiculous emails, then playing the back ‘n’ forth email game, I finally ended up connecting with this sexy Spanish chick who had a tongue like a lizard. No, on second thought, it was like a serpent’s. Goddamn. I miss that tongue. That mouth. Them lips. Them fingers.

  Elena was her name.

  She was as sexy as she was freaky. And she loved to please me. She was patient. She took her time. She was generous with her tongue, her mouth, and her slender fingers. She sucked this dick and licked this ass with a whole lot of spit. Kissed and sucked on that spot between my balls and rectum while she stroked my dick. Then slid her finger in my asshole and caressed my spot until I shot my nut all down in her throat. I literally felt lightheaded and saw stars. That’s how powerful the nut was. That’s how it always is. Strong. Forceful. Toe-curling.

  With loads of hot, sticky cum.

  And that’s exactly what coming had been while Elena had my dick in her mouth and her finger in my ass. Even while she continued sucking and stroking my prostate, milking the last of my nut out of me, my body convulsed. Hands fisted at my sides, head arched into the pillow, hips surged upward, dick jerking wildly, Elena and her heated tongue had taken me to the outer banks of nirvana. Then tossed me over the edge.

  Then—after she finished washing my dick and balls with her tongue, and the shudders subsided—I rolled on a condom, flipped her over on her back and stroked her deep, getting lost in her wetness.

  “Shit,” was the only thing I could mutter when her pussy squeezed my dick and I exploded, emptying my balls inside the condom.

  Feeling my dick harden at the memory, I plop back in my leather computer chair, and take a deep sigh, grabbing my erection.

  Damn, I need to nut. Bad.

  I log into my AOL account and the “You’ve Got Mail” instantly greets me. Already, I have six new emails. I immediately open the first one, hoping like hell I can connect with someone decent with a long tongue and wet, juicy mouth. It’s from SugarWalls8908.

  Hey, boo. What are your stats? How big is your dick? your ad doesn’t say. I know you’re looking for someone to lick up in your asshole n finger you in it, but I need to know how big that dick is. I can’t see struggling to pull a little dick to the back to suck. It’ll be a waste of time, energy, and good spit. And I like big balls too! I’ll stuff your ass with my tongue, boo, but I have a big wide mouth and I need it filled to the rim with a big hard dick
and lots of cum.

  I shake my head, and type. Hey. Thanks for the response. I’m like 6’1, 210. And my dick is 8.5. And real thick! Is that big enough for you? And I cum a lot. Now what are your stats, baby? What does that mouth and tongue look like? Let’s not waste time!

  I open the next email. Can I see a pic of your asshole? I need to be sure you don’t have any hemorrhoids. I like cauliflower, but on a plate. Not in an ass.

  Delete.

  I open the next email. Sup yo. Dl nigga here. Let me beat dat shit up for you. Tongue game iz da truth. Dick stroke straight fire. Real nigga here bout dat real nigga shit yo. I’ll fuck your gutz inside out. Lmk what’s good!

  What the fuck? Didn’t I say I’m not with that DL shit! Obviously this stupid-ass mofo didn’t read the ad!

  Delete.

  Most people simply don’t pay attention or follow basic instructions. I shake my head. The next three emails are spam. Not surprising. I delete them as well. It’s been almost six months since I’ve been on the prowl for some prostate play, but one of the downsides of posting ads on a website is, you never know who or what you’re going to encounter so there’s a real possibility I won’t connect with anyone. Still, it’s a chance I take in hopes of meeting someone relatively sane, stable, sexy, and freaky enough to want to meet up and not play games.

  Unfortunately, there are a lot of game players, psychos, and flakes up on this site. Lonely, miserable fucks with nothing else better to do than waste other people’s time with their bullshit.

  I open another email.

  Lies!!!!!! How the fuck are you calling yourself a “happily-married” man when you on here looking for some nasty bitch to lick you in your ass? You sound confused and like ur some undercover gay man hiding behind a wedding band. It’s nasty motherfuckers like you fucking over a good woman with your cheating ass ways!! Go find yourself a man to fuck you in the ass and stop fucking over your wife! Bastard!

  “Yeah, okay. Good luck with that,” I mutter to myself, deleting the email, shaking my head. Miserable broads are always looking for someone else to blame for their misery!

  Let me just put it out there, now, before I get too far into my story. Yes. I’m a married man. Happily married, I might add. Surprising as that might seem. And, yes, Krista and I have—for all intents and purposes—an active healthy sex life. We have sex about three, sometimes four, times a week. And, on a good week, we often have it twice in the same day.

  Is the sex explosive? No.

  Is it mind-blowing? No.

  Still, in many ways, it’s pleasurable. And I enjoy making love to my wife. Her smooth, velvety walls feel good wrapped around my dick. But, for me—as good as the pussy feels, it’s not enough. Not always, anyway.

  Being honest, the foreplay is mediocre at best. I mean, don’t get me wrong. There’s some foreplay here and there—a lick here, a suck there…not on my part, but hers. But it isn’t enough. Where I’m always willing and ready to slow lick and French kiss her down below before giving her this hard, thick wood, she’s a little less—okay, okay…a whole lot less—uninhibited when it comes to orally pleasing me. All right, all right. I’ll say it. Krista is orally challenged. Don’t get me wrong. She’ll give it her best go at it. Sucking dick that is. But, she’s not as energetic, or as enthusiastic, in the dick-sucking department as I’d like her to be. She’ll complain, after about five or ten minutes into it, that her jaws hurt, or that she’s getting tired. Or she’ll rush me to either hurry up and nut, or fuck her.

  And I do.

  Fuck her, that is.

  Real good.

  But sometimes, I need, want more. Sometimes I want them lips, that tongue, to go lower. Need my smooth-shaven balls in her mouth, her tongue sweeping around my asshole. Dipping in it. Tonguing it. Sometimes, I want her to slip a finger inside my ass and massage my prostate.

  But that’ll never happen. Not with Krista. Not the way I need it.

  Now, hold up. Let me finish before you start twisting your lips up and passing judgment. I already know what some of you lames are thinking: What the fuck? Ass play?

  Yeah, I’m a man—a straight man, be clear—who wants, nah, loves, ass play. It’s my fetish, my deep, dark secret. One I wish I didn’t have to keep from Krista. One I’d rather share and enjoy with her, my lover, my wife.

  But I can’t. I won’t. That particular desire happens to be some shit she’s not into. Not that I’ve flat out asked her to slide her tongue, or her finger, inside my ass. But I’ve asked her, numerous times, to lick my balls, to gently suck them into her mouth. And she’s failed miserably at each attempt.

  She tells me my balls are too big, that her mouth can’t fit them in. Or she sucks them too roughly, grazes them with too much teeth. So I’ve stopped asking her. Shit. My thing is, after almost twelve years of marriage, I shouldn’t have to ask her, or coach her, or teach her, how to suck this dick and lick on these balls. Hell, I shouldn’t have to tell her how to please me, period. She should already know! She should want to explore more. Should want to be more adventurous. Should want to freak me. And allow me to freak her.

  But she doesn’t.

  She can’t.

  She won’t.

  Sadly put, Krista doesn’t know how to let go. My wife’s painstakingly conservative when it comes to sex. She believes firmly in what roles—and positions—there should be in the bedroom. Missionary, doggy-style, spooning—those are her three positions. Anything else is too much for her. So in a word, my wife’s a prude. Like I said, the pussy’s good. But that’s it. Creativity and openness are nonexistent.

  So there’s no way I can ever ask her to let down her guard and allow her tongue and fingers to explore my ass. Freak and Krista just doesn’t go in the same sentence. And it damn sure isn’t going to ever exist in the same room.

  Hell, the one time I gently broached the subject to test the waters by—hypothetically speaking—asking her, her thoughts on men who enjoy having their ass licked and fingered, I thought she was about to hit the floor. I’d stretched the truth and told her some cat was talking about how he loved having it done to him and only dated women who enjoyed doing it.

  Krista’s eyes almost popped out of her head. “Ohmygod! He’s a real nasty freak asking his woman to do some shit like that,” she snapped. “What kind of nastiness is that? A man wanting his ass licked and fingered.”

  Yeah, a man like me, I thought as I calmly stated, “He claimed it feels good.”

  She tilted her head. Frowned. Gave me a questioning look, then said, “He must be gay then, because no real man’s liking a tongue in his ass. And he’s definitely not going to openly admit some shit like that feeling good. And then turn around and say he wants a finger stuffed up in it. Oh, no. He’s down low and nasty. Sorry. But a real man is never letting anyone or anything go anywhere near his ass.” She grunted, frowning up her face while shaking her head. “I don’t know not one woman willing to be nasty enough to lick up in some man’s ass like it’s a vagina.”

  Inwardly, I cringed. But outwardly, I laughed. “Come on, baby. You really think a man’s gay if he wants his woman to tongue him back there, or insert a finger inside him?”

  She grimaced. “Yes, I think he and any other man wanting that nasty mess is gay. And if he isn’t, then he’s damn sure on his way to being gay.”

  Her tone rang with so much conviction and disgust that I thought my ears would start bleeding. I always knew Krista could be rigid in her thinking, but hearing those words solidified exactly how closed-minded my wife really was.

  My body tensed.

  “Damn, baby. Don’t you think you’re going a bit overboard? They say the prostate is a man’s version of a woman’s G-spot.”

  She gave me an incredulous look. “Oh, I’m hardly exaggerating. You asked me my opinion, and I’m sharing it. And who in the heck is they?”

  Shit.

  I hadn’t meant to say that. Trying to educate Krista on how a man’s prostate is called his sacred spot,
like that of the G-spot in a woman and how tantric philosophy describes it as a man’s emotional sex center would have turned the conversation into an ugly fight filled with accusations, leaving her doubting my manhood and questioning my masculinity. So there was no way I could enlighten her on the joys of prostate stimulation—of how the lobes of the prostate are highly sensitive and when stroked through the rectal wall can cause ecstatic, mind-blowing pleasure—without sounding like a man who’d had a few fingers wedged in his ass over the years of our marriage.

  “Someone asked him what he got out of being fingered,” I lied, masking my own hidden desires, “and licked back there and he said it was one of the most intense, most pleasurable orgasms he’d ever had.”

  That was my reality. One she would never know about.

  She gave me a blank look. “You’re joking, right? Sounds like he was trying to recruit him a few good ass lickers and some hard dick. I’ve never heard some mess like that. And I don’t know if it’s true or not. All I know is, the prostate and a man’s ass aren’t there for fingering. A straight man’s pleasure is not coming from having a tongue or finger anywhere near his asshole.” She narrowed her eyes. “Is there something you’re trying to tell me here?”

  I gave her an incredulous look, repeating in my head what she’d just asked me. Is there something you’re trying to tell me? “Where is that coming from? There’s nothing to tell. How did this all of a sudden become about me?”

  She tilted her head, seemingly unconvinced. “I don’t know. You seem a bit animated about some man getting his ass tongued.”

  I forced a laugh. “Oh, you have got to be kidding me. Krista, come on. I ask you your thoughts on something I overheard, and all of a sudden, you think I have some hidden agenda.” I shake my head.

  “Well, do you?”

  I frowned. Stared her dead in the eyes. “Hell no. I’m not gay,” I said defensively, feeling as if I’d opened up a box of chocolates covered in shit. “You know that.”