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  I shake my head. “No, it’s beautiful,” I say, feelin’ myself becomin’ overwhelmed. I’ma fly, buttery bitch wit’ a buncha secrets. A cold-blooded killer, a ruthless bitch, wit’ dozens of bodies tagged wit’ ’er name on ’em. And—although I don’t plan on bodyin’ anyone else, I can’t say what I’ma do if I get the urge to pop anotha muhfucka’s top, like his if he tries to do me dirty.

  “Well, baby…will you be my wife?” I look at ’im wit’ tears runnin’ down my face. I stare into his eyes as he kisses my tears. “Yo, you my fuckin’ heart, girl. Let’s make this shit official.”

  I nod. “Yes,” I finally say in a whisper. I lean ova and kiss ’im in a way I’ve neva kissed any otha nigga. I kiss ’im wit’ a purpose I neva knew existed inside’a me. I kiss ’im wit’ more passion than I eva thought imaginable. And ’cause I’m that bitch, I slip my tongue deep into his mouth, and welcome ’im into the Kat Trap.

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  Cairo resides in Northern New Jersey. He divides a lot of his time between Jersey and southern California, where he is working on his next literary creation, Man Swappers. His travels to Egypt are what inspired his pen name. You can email him at: [email protected]. Or visit him on his website/blog at www.booksbycairo.com, or at www.myspace.com/cairo2u, www.facebook.com/CairoBlacktheauthor, or www.blackplanet.com/cairo2u

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  1

  PLEASURE

  My panties are wet and my body is hot and ready. I am so fucking horny watching my sister, Porsha, down on her knees sucking dick. I watch as she bobs her head back and forth, making swishy-popping noises with her mouth as she slurps, gulps, and swallows the thick, eight-inch dick in front of her.

  “That’s right, Sis,” I urge, grinning and sexily eyeing the six-foot-three, two-hundred-and-twenty pound, caramel-skinned stallion she’s kneeling before. He palms the back of her head, eyeing me back. My tongue traces my cherry-red painted lips. “Throat that nigga’s dick, Passion. Rock his top, like Mommy taught you.” She swallows him down to the base, juggling his balls in her hand. “That’s my girl. You’re making Mommy so proud of you.”

  Porsha, aka Passion, enjoys connecting with a man’s inner spirit, empowering him to be less inhibited. She encourages him to relax, relate, release and…enjoy the moment.

  I thumb my nipples and they pop up like chocolate Hershey kisses, eager to be licked, suckled, and devoured by his hot, hungry mouth. But, tonight, there’ll be no touching. He is only allowed to look.

  “You like looking at these pretty titties?” I ask him, seductively shaking them at him. I lift up my left breast and flick my long tongue over my nipple. He pulls in his bottom lip. I switch to my right breast, then do the same thing. “You wanna suck these nipples?”

  He groans. “Ohhh, yeaaaah, baby…aaaaah, fuuuuck…” I can tell Porsha’s head game is getting the best of him. He is straining to hold it together; struggling not to spill his creamy yogurt without permission.

  “Motherfucker,” my other sister, Persia, barks, snapping her whip, “You better not cum until I tell you to. You understand me?”

  “Yessssssss…uhhhh, shiiiit…”

  My sister, Persia—aka Pain, is domineering and commanding. Tonight, she is the mistress of ceremony, if you will. She enjoys creating scenarios and role-playing almost as much as she enjoys administering pain. Although she’ll tell you, quick, that she is not a Sadomasochist, or a Dominatrix, she’s the one who enjoys wearing the latex and leather getups with six-inch pencil boots and red nail polish and lipstick, dragging men around by collars and chains. And you can see the gleam in her eyes every time she causes a man to whimper and beg.

  And, then, there is me—Paris, aka Pleasure. I am turned on by watching my two sisters bring a man to his knees just as much as I enjoy having him watching me pleasure myself. I enjoy seeing a man experience intimacy, and allowing him to fulfill his hidden carnal desires while connecting with his fantasies. I am the one who lets them watch me fuck myself with fingers or toys, or a combination of the two, wishing it could be them lost in between the slick folds of my pussy. It is in the knowing that he can not touch, that he can not smell, that he can not taste, the essence of my womanhood—unless, I allow him to—that brings me the most pleasure. I enjoy seeing a man experience sensual and sexual gratification. And, it is within the dark confines of his mind that my sisters and I transform deepest desires into flesh-to-flesh reality.

  “Yes what, you sneaky motherfucker?’ Persia barks, bringing my attention back to her. “Fucking your best friend’s sister, you nasty motherfucker.” She walks over to him and snaps a nipple clamp onto his left nipple.

  He winces. And bolts of electricity shoot through my clit. “Aaaaah…yes, Mistress Pain.”

  “You like watching his mother, don’t you? You like gazing at her big, wet pussy?”

  Bitch, you wish. My pussy ain’t big, I think, cuttin’ an eye at her. I smack the front of my pussy, then spread my lips so he can see for himself how tight it is.

  He licks his lips. “Yes, Mistress Pain.”

  “Tell your friend’s mother how pretty she is.”

  Porsha sucks him ferociously, taking him all the down in her throat while she smacks, pops and pinches her clit.

  “Aaah, oh, shit…” he moans.

  “Look at his mother,” Persia says, turning his face in my direction, “and tell the bitch what a sexy whore she is.”

  The word whore slices through me. But I will play my position and let it go, for now.

  “You real fuckin’ sexy, ma,” he says, gazing at me. He purposefully doesn’t call me a whore, knowing it will bring him delightful consequences.

  She grabs him by the throat. Her nails sink into his jugular. He winces, then grunts. Porsha’s wearing his dick out, sucking it feverishly. “That’s not what I told you to say, you defiant little shit. I said to tell her she’s a sexy whore.”

  “Aaaah, shiiiiit…”

  “You better not nut, you dumb fuck. Now say it.”

  I force a grin. Continue in the fantasy, leaning back on my right forearm, using my left hand to massage my clit over my thin silk panties while staring at Persia. Despite my annoyance that she is forcing him to call me a whore, I am still in awe at how well she flips into script and dominates, manipulates, and controls men. She is wearing a crotch-less latex cat suit with cut-outs at her breasts. Her chocolate nipples poke out like sweet pieces of double-coated chocolate Malt balls.

  He repeats her words, and she lets go of his throat, mushing him in the face. I can see the imprint of her nails embedded in his skin. He keeps his eyes locked on me, biting down on in his bottom lip.

  “You like fuckin’ your friend’s sister’s throat?” Persia asks, clamping his right nipple. He snaps his eyes shut, pulling in a deep breath. “Open your eyes,” she says, stepping up on the footstool near him and sticking her tongue in his ear. She bites down on his earlobe. Repeats the question; tells him to keep his eyes locked on me as I part my shapely legs so he can see my swollen petals around the crotch of my panties.

  “Yes, Pain. Her throat feels so fuckin’…aaah, shit…good.”

  Persia walks over to the table, draped with a black tablecloth, and grabs a wooden ruler. She walks back over to Emerson. But tonight he is being called Sammie—this is what he has asked for. To be a horny teenage boy who sneaks into a window to get his dick sucked by his friend’s sister while he watches their mother masturbate. I am the mother who walked in on them, then started watching and playing with myself. A role I happily oblige. Persia glides the ruler over his muscular ass. She traces his ass cheeks with it, runs the edge of it down the crack of his ass, then without warning, she whacks him with it. He flinches. She whacks him again, and again. Then, like a razor, she
slowly slides it up his ass crack before lighting his ass on fire.

  “You wanna nut, don’t you, you nasty little Fucker?”

  “No, Pain. Only if it is pleasin’ to you.”

  I moan, listening to the smacking sounds of Porsha’s dick sucking. “That’s right, suck the shit out that fat dick. Suck him how Mommy showed you.” I let out a girlish giggle, then grind on my hand. “You have my pussy soooooo wet,” I moan, again, gazing at Emerson. “Sammie, you wanna smell my wet panties while you fuck my daughter’s nasty little throat with your dick?”

  “Yesssss…” he moans.

  “You wanna taste ’em?”

  He groans, then grunts, nodding his head as Porsha pulls his cock from out of her mouth and begins to coat it with a glob of spit. She jacks him off, then slowly starts sucking on his balls. “Aaaaah, yeah, baby…just like that…”

  I lift my legs up in the air and slowly peel off my panties. I spread open my legs, give him a visual of what he can’t have. His eyes widen as he drinks in the loveliness of my freshly-shaven pussy. It greets him with glistened lips, smiling at him. He watches as I dip one finger, then two, in and scoop out my juices. I slip my fingers into my mouth and gently suck on them. When I have cleaned my fingers of my cream, I part my pussy lips and allow him to swallow in its pink center, lush and slippery.

  I love my pussy. No, seriously…I adore it. The way it looks; the way it feels; the way it smells; the way its muscles constrict and contract—gripping and tugging at a finger, or tongue, or a neat little battery-operated gadget—when being teased, taunted and toyed with. Oh, how I love the way my cunt drips with its own sweet, sticky, delectable honey as it whines and begs and pleads for a deep fucking by a deliciously thick, pulsating cock. Too bad—for him, tonight, there will be no fucking…by choice.

  Emerson, uh Sammie, lets out another moan, keeping his eyes glued to my weeping pussy. He knows my cunt cries for his touch. Knows it begs for his thrusts. And I see the yearning in his eyes to give it what it needs, wants, and craves—his tongue, his fingers, his thick, veiny dick!

  Porsha slides a hand between her legs, rapidly smacks her pussy and pops her clit a few times while throating Emerson’s cock.

  Persia removes his left nipple clamp, then twirls her tongue around it. She flicks her tongue over it, then nibbles on it before moving over to his right nipple and doing the same thing. I know she is about to allow him to bust his nut. And he knows it, too. She walks in back of him, drops down and starts nibbling and biting on his swollen ass cheeks. She kisses and licks where she has bruised. I watch as she parts his ass open, then runs her tongue in his crack.

  “Oh, fuck…goddamn…ya’ll freaky-ass bitches fuckin’ my head up…”

  “Did I tell you to speak, you dirty, little maggot? Do you want me to paddle your tight ass until he bleeds?”

  “No, Pain.”

  “Then you speak when spoken to. You understand?”

  “Yes, Mistress Pain.

  “Muhfucka,” Porsha says, stroking his dick, “you can say what you want. You know you ain’t ever gonna find another set of fly, freaky bitches like us who’ll fuck you stress free. So you better shut the fuck up and ask Pain if you can feed us your nut.”

  “Pain, baby, may I have permission to bust this nut?”

  Persia stops what she’s doing. “You think you deserve to cum, you naughty little Fucker?” she asks, smacking him on the ass again.

  “Yes, Pain.”

  She walks around to the front of him, grabbing him by the neck, then pulling him into her and forcefully kissing him. I rapidly finger myself. My pussy explodes, watching him greedily suck the scent of his ass off of Persia’s tongue. She pulls back from him. “You like how your ass tastes?”

  Porsha wets his dick with more spit, then slips it back into her hungry mouth.

  “Aaaaah, shit…”

  “Answer me, motherfucker,” Persia says, pinching and twisting his nipples.

  “Mmmm, aaaahhh…yes, Mistress. I like how my ass tastes on your tongue. I love it when you eat my ass.”

  “Of course you do, you nasty little sonofabitch.” She kisses him again, then walks in back of him, again, and squats down. “Keep fucking her horny mouth real good and I’ll let you cum.” He grunts as she pulls open his cheeks and blows into his hole. “You want my tongue back in your horny, tight ass?”

  Porsha rapidly sucks and gulps his cock.

  “Ohhhh, shiiiiiit…yessssss, baby. Fuck my ass with your tongue.”

  “Don’t you nut, yet,” Persia warns as she buries her face back into his ass and fucks him with her heated tongue.

  He dips at the knees, grabs the sides of Porsha’s head and face-fucks her relentlessly, moaning. It is all music to my ears. When he can no longer take the intense dick sucking and ass-licking my sisters are giving him—or watching me play in my wet abyss, his body begins to shake. I watch as his head drops backward and his eyes roll up to the ceiling. He lets out a load, rumbling moan. His body starts to quiver.

  It is time.

  I smile, wiping my drenched pussy with my panties, then get up and walk over to him. I lick his left nipple, pull him by the neck toward me, then slip my tongue into his mouth. I suck on his tongue, his lips. Wipe his face with my cum-stained panties, then stuff them into his mouth. He greedily sucks and chews on them.

  “Clean my panties, you nasty nigga,” I say, running my hands along his chiseled chest. I allow my nails to lightly graze across his skin. I whisper in his ear, pulling my panties out of his mouth. I smell them. “Mmmm, my pussy smells so good. What do you think my son would say if he caught you fuckin’ his sister’s pretty little face and watchin’ his mother play with herself?” I reach between his legs and grab his balls while Porsha continues bobbing back and forth on his cock. I roll them in my hand, then lightly squeeze.

  “Aaaah, fuuuuck…he’d tell me how fucked up I am.”

  “He sure would. You ready to show him how fucked up you are?” I ask, dropping down to my knees next to Porsha. He will feed the two of us his milk while Persia eats his ass.

  “Oh, yes…aaaaah…” Porsha releases his cock from her throat. He grabs it and rapidly jacks it, moaning. I am anxious to feel his hot cum splash up against my lips and tongue. He has two sets of eyes looking up at him, two wet tongues wagging in anticipated delight, waiting to be drenched by his cream.

  Porsha and I both lap at his balls, then pull one into each of our mouths. “Aaaaaah, fuuuck…Yeah, suck them balls…aaah…you pretty bitches got a nigga’s head spinnin’…aaaah, shit…I cummin’…ooohhh…here it comes…open ya mouths …come get this nut…”

  He scoots back as Porsha and I open our mouths, and say, “Aaaaaaah”, wagging our tongues, and flicking them at the tip of his swollen mushroom head. His body shudders as he pumps out a gushing stream of hot creamy nut. He swings his dick from side to side, sprays us with his sticky cream. Persia removes her tongue from his ass, then comes around and tongues him down again. He continues stroking his dick, squeezing out more nut, then allows me and Porsha to take turns sucking out the last few drops of his salty and sweet nectar.

  “Daaaaaaaaaaaaamn…” he says, trying to catch his breath. “That shit was good as fuck. Ya’ll got a muhfucka’s head spinnin’.”

  Porsha and I swallow his nut, standing up and licking our lips. We both take turns kissing him, then push him back on the sofa. “We ain’t finished with you, nasty boy,” Porsha says, rolling a condom down on his dick, then straddling him. “You fucked my mouth, now it’s time to fuck my pussy.” She reaches under for his still-hard dick. She strokes it at the base, allowing the head to brush up against the back of her pussy. She will not allow him to enter her until I am in position. I stand up on the sofa and look down into his glazed eyes. The eyes of a man seduced and pleasured by three beautiful women—sisters identical in every way imaginable.

  Porsha slips his dick into her smoldering hole, then gallops down on his shaft. Persia is now on her kne
es sucking on his balls.

  He moans.

  I straddle his face. Allow my smoldering slit to hover over his seeking mouth. He sticks his thick tongue out, rapidly flaps it back and forth. I lower my pussy, barely allowing the tip of his tongue to touch it. He reaches up for me with his hands. I grab them, pushing them up over his head. Pin them against the wall. Then slowly mount his mouth; give him access to my wetness. Grind on his mouth until I cum in his mouth.

  Tonight, we have brought this man before us to heightened bliss. We have taken him on a sexual journey like no other. And have allowed him to explore a hidden desire without guilt or shame. Our motto is simple: What one has, the others share—including men. Yes, Porsha, Persia, and I have given this hunk of man a night he will soon never forget. And, together, we are man swappers—three sisters, three insatiable libidos—who share the same man, with one mission in mind. To fuck him—together, and take him to the edge of ecstasy, taunt him, then toss his ass over.