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  I laugh. “Yeah, you’re probably right.” I reach for my phone. “I’m gonna text her right now.”

  “Tell her we can either meet up for drinks and dinner, or she can come here.”

  “No, tell her to come here,” Paris suggests. “That way we can talk more freely.”

  Persia agrees. “Good point.” She pours herself another drink. The three of us get lost in Eric Roberson’s vibe the minute his song “Dealing” starts playing. I lay my head back and close my eyes. I’m not sure where Persia and Paris mentally slip off to, but I imagine candles lit and my pussy being eaten.

  Pain

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  “Come kiss my pussy,” I say in a throaty whisper, spreading open my legs. From soft gentle kisses to deep, tongue-probing French-kissing, I love the feel of a man’s tongue all up on it and in it. Damon walks over to me, kneels down between my legs and does what he is told, using his mouth and tongue to stimulate all the sensitive areas of my pussy and clit, circling his tongue all over and around it. We are in the Fuck ’Em Down room, decorated in red and black. This is our anything goes room. There is a 4-Point Sling Stand in the far left corner of the room, and a doggy-style sex machine—which can fuck you in the ass or pussy, with a waist bar in the right corner. Over on the other side of the room is a black leather sex swing.

  Damon lays his tongue flat against my clit, then flaps it up and down, dragging it along the front and back of my sticky slit. I moan. “Mmmmm, yeah...just like that...Ohhhh, yesssssss...eat my pussy, you nasty fuck...mmmph...you like having a mouthful of pussy?”

  He grunts, nodding his head. He tries to talk with his mouth full, but his words come out garbled. I playfully smack him. “Don’t talk. Eat. Lick. And stick. Uhhhhhhh...ooooooh...” He sticks his tongue deep into my hole, then jabs it. My pussy grabs at his tongue, pulls it in deeper.

  “You ready for Mommy to fuck you deep in that hairy ass?”

  He grunts.

  “Yeah, I know you want Mommy to take that sweet, manly ass. I’m gonna fuck you real good; okay, baby?”

  He nods his head, grunting and groaning while keeping his mouth clamped over my pussy, his tongue expertly zig-zagging all around it. Hearing what I am going to do to him causes him to increase his suction on my pussy. He is turned on by the idea of being penetrated. A sexual taboo he secretly yearns.

  Being able to fuck him (or any man) into submission moistens my pussy. From mild to wild, my cunt drips with delicious anticipation as I lure him into forbidden, sexual bliss. Naked and vulnerable, it excites me to be in control of his fantasies; to be the orchestrator of his deepest, darkest desires. To introduce him to a sexual side of himself he never knew existed; an unchartered, unexplored world of deliciously sweet pain.

  I am not a sadomasochist. I am not a Dominatrix. I am Pain. Not because I enjoy inflicting intense physical pain. It is the pain of the unknown caused by edging a man to an orgasm, then denying him release; it is the torture of him not knowing when he will be allowed to release that brings him the greatest pain. And it is in that anguish that causes my pussy to swell and erupt into a gushing waterfall. Denial of release while being teased and tickled can be excruciating torture.

  When I go into character, pretending to be what I am not, most of my encounters with men are mostly sensual. Although there are a few who insist, beg, for intense pain. And I happily oblige. But, even then, like tonight...I have my limits.

  I do not always allow them to fuck me. Nor do they always expect to. But I will fuck them. Lovingly or rough and dirty, men have been fucking women—in more ways than one, since the beginning of time. So violating a man stimulates me. Forcing him to suck my big strap-on, having him bend over and spread open his cheeks so that I can stretch open his tight, virgin ass with my rubber cock excites me. He can whine and whimper and plead for mercy. But there is none. He will get what he so willingly has asked for, and then...when I have torn his asshole out the frame, I will—if I am feeling generous—invite him into the folds of my wet lips and soothingly fuck him, give him the illusion that he is still the powerful man he has always thought himself to be. But when I look into his eyes, he knows and I know that the real power lies in me. The power to possess his dick, the power to control his pleasures, the power to grab him by the balls and bring him to his knees with one swift yank all placed in my hands. Yes, I am the commander of his sexual fate.

  What man would turn down the opportunity to fuck a beautiful woman, knowing he could have her in anyway his heart desired? Knowing that the possibilities were endless? Not many. So imagine that same man having the chance of fucking three beautiful women—triplets with voracious sexual appetites, at the same time. Imagine him having the good fortune of having access to all the pussy his dick and mouth craves. And, with my sisters and me, he can.

  However, unlike Porsha and Paris—who both like slow, sweet, seductive sex, sometimes...hell, most times, I like it rough and dirty. Shit, sometimes a woman simply wants to be fucked—deep, hard and fast; just long, hot, sweaty, ass-slapping, pussy-pounding sex. That’s me. Porsha and Paris can have all of that sensual, romantic, love making, mushy shit. Give me a good, old-fashioned pussy beat down! Fuck me until my pussy swells and bruises and aches. Choke the shit out of me, yank and pull my hair, call me bitch, whore, and slut—in the bedroom, that is. Toss me around the room; bite me on the ass. Give it to me kinky, nasty and freaky...shit!

  “Enough of eating my pussy,” I say, pushing his head away from my treasure. “Go and prepare yourself for what you’ve come here for.” He gets up and I tell him to kiss me. To feed me his cumslickened tongue. Allow me to savor my juices from off his lips. He does, and when I have sucked his tongue clean, I dismiss him.

  He goes into the bathroom to rinse, flush, and shower—an absolute must for any sex or anal play. While he’s in the bathroom, I slip my hand down between my legs. Close my eyes. And play with my clit. I graze it lightly with the tip of my finger at first, then flick it. Tonight, I want to fuck and be fucked. And if Damon can withstand tonight’s session without cumming all over himself before he is allowed to, he will be invited into my deep pussy, and urged to fuck me long and hard. If not, he will be sent on his way with a well-fucked ass, aching and pulsing.

  Paris and Porsha walk into the room, naked. I pull my fingers from my cunt, slipping them into my mouth. Mmmmm, my pussy tastes so good!

  “Where is he?” Porsha asks, sitting on the opposite side of the king-size bed.

  “In the shower,” I say, glancing over at the wall clock. “He should be coming out any minute.”

  “Good,” she says, leaning back on a set of pillows. “Because I’m ready to get this show on the road. I can barely stomach seeing all that man getting fucked. It hurts my heart. Why can’t he be a regular nigga who only loves his dick getting sucked and eating and fucking pussy without wanting to be fucked, too?”

  “Ugh, get over it,” I say. “You concern yourself about sucking his dick, and let me worry about his ass getting fucked.”

  “And I want this shit to be over with,” Paris says, running her fingers through her hair. “I feel a damn headache coming on.”

  I roll my eyes and laugh. “Girl, whatever. You play your position and leave everything else to me and Porsha.”

  “Oh, goodie,” she says sarcastically. “The greatest highlight of the evening will be watching Porsha gobble up his big cock.”

  Ugh, she’s such a bitch sometimes. I watch her position herself down on her knees in front of the sex machine, lying over the waist bar. Her ass is hoisted up in the air, ready for penetration. With a stroke speed of zero to one-hundred-and-thirty strokes per minute she will be fucked mechanically, deep and slow at first, then in rapid strokes.

  Damon will get on all fours and eat Porsha’s pussy, then she will shift her body and position herself underneath him and suck his dick while I fuck him in his ass with my strap-on. He will keep his eyes fixed on Paris and watch her being banged in strong, steady moti
on. This is what he’s asked for. This is what we shall give him.

  Damon walks back into the room, naked. Beads of water cling to his sculpted chest, then slowly glide down his chocolate skin. His dick swings as he walks toward the bed. The three of us lick our lips at the sight of his beautiful body.

  Porsha immediately goes into script. “Oooooh, I can’t wait to taste that beautiful dick.” She says this grinning, rubbing her hands together, ready to feast on his meat. Because the truth of the matter is—whether he likes it in the ass or not, the motherfucker has one helluva dick.

  He grins back, glancing over at Porsha, then Paris. “I’ve been thinking about this all day. Thoughts of the three of you keep me horny.”

  Damon gets off on being dominated by women. And he loves ass play. Something most women frown upon. But not us. Well, not Paris and me. We welcome it. Encourage it. Allow a man to experience prostrate pleasure, however he wants.

  Porsha walks over to him. “You want Pain, Passion and Pleasure to please you?”

  “Yes, baby, in every way possible.”

  “Then tonight is your lucky night.” She kisses him lightly on the lips, then drops down in front of him. She licks his cock from tip to root, then back up again. His dick jerks against her tongue.

  “Oh, shit,” he moans, planting his hands on his narrow hips and tossing his head back. His eyes close to half-slits as he pulls in his bottom lip. “Suck that dick, baby.”

  I walk over to the unlocked closet with all of its customized shelves and drawers and pull out a dildo-ball gag—a leather ball gag with a black, thick, six-inch, rubber dildo attached to it. I decide to have him to use his mouth to literally fuck Porsha. He will control how he uses the dildo on her. But I will keep him from talking, pleading, for me to stop grinding into his guts. I decide there is no need for him to say shit. He will only be able to grunt and groan, but no words shall be spoken. Not at first, anyway.

  As I strap the gag around Damon’s mouth, Paris backs her ass up into the ribbed dildo attached to the thrust arm. Using the remote, she turns it on and it slowly pushes into her pussy and begins to slow stroke herself. It doesn’t take long before she is rocking back and forth in sync to its thrusts, moaning.

  Porsha lies on her back, legs spread apart, bent at the knees and plays with her clit. She gets herself slick and ready. Damon positions himself between her legs, then starts probing her pussy with the gag. She arches her back, grabbing him by the head. His beautifully muscled ass sticks out. I kiss and nibble on each cheek while he works Porsha’s cunt over.

  Drool gathers around the corners of my mouth from seeing his tight hole pucker. I stick my tongue in it, then lick it a few times before spitting in it. I don’t know what it is about licking a man’s ass, but...I love, love, love it!

  It dawns on me that I’ve forgotten the lube. I walk back over to the closet and grab the Anal Balm, then remember Damon isn’t a beginner and he doesn’t need anything to numb his hole. I reach for the Pjur Body Glide instead; one of my favorites because it’s nice and thick and very slick and never dries. Tonight, his ass will need all the lubricant it can get. He will be ass-fucked to no end. Then when I am done, I will straddle his cock and give him this sweet pussy as reward for submitting himself to me; for allowing me to capture every part of who he is as a man. I will not make him feel any less of a man than he was before he grabbed his ankles and allowed me to fuck him.

  “Get that ass up in the air...” I slap his ass. Repeat myself. “...Get that ass up in the air like I told you...” He assumes the position, then arches his back. I smile, catching Porsha rolling her eyes. Paris moans. “Pull open that hairy ass.” He reaches around and spreads his muscular ass cheeks, buries his face deeper in between Porsha’s hips.

  I grab my dildo at the base and beat it across his hole. He moans. “Yeah, you want me to fuck you, don’t you? You little nasty motherfucker.” I reach underneath him, grab his balls and squeeze them.

  He moans.

  “Oooooooh, shiiiiiit,” Paris moans, “watching y’all has me so fucking horny.”

  I rub the shaft of the dildo across his hole. “You wanna grab Mommy’s dick with that tight ass of yours?”

  He nods. I press the tip to his hole, then slowly push in. He grunts; his head rapidly moving about between Porsha’s thighs. She moans. The more I inch into him, the deeper he pushes his gag into Porsha. The more aggressive he gets with her pussy, the louder she moans. For someone who takes issue with a man getting fucked, she seems to be enjoying everything he’s doing to her. As she always does. I glance over at Paris. Give her a look with my eyes, gesturing for her to look at Porsha’s horny ass. She grins.

  “Does...it...feel good, Passion?” she asks in between her own moans.

  “Mmmm, ohhhh, yesssss...” Porsha coos. “Ooooh, he has my pussy on fire. I wanna feel his dick in me.”

  “You want him to fuck you with that fat, juicy dick?” Paris taunts, winding her hips and backing her ass up on the sex machine in back of her.

  “You wanna fuck Passion?” I ask Damon. “You wanna feel how hot you got my sister’s pussy?”

  He grunts again, nodding his head. I reach under him. Feel how hard his dick is. Feel how sticky and wet it is from the precum that oozes from its tip. My mouth waters with thoughts of licking it clean.

  I have his ass pulled open as I remove the dildo. His hole is gaping. I smile. Tell him to keep probing Porsha’s cunt with the gag as I force his legs wider apart, then slide my head beneath him and take his dick into my mouth. His nectar is sweet. I lap at the head of his dick, then swirl my tongue over it, then slide back from underneath of him when I have gotten the last drop. I walk over to the closet to get a condom from the large assortment we have and return with a Durex Love condom. Not only is it thin and very easy to roll on, it’s long enough to handle all of his eight inches comfortably.

  I hand him the condom, then remove the gag, tossing it across the room. He tears the wrapper open, pulls out the condom, then rolls it on. He grabs Porsha by the hips and pulls her down closer toward the edge of the bed. I step back as he pushes her legs back over her shoulders and eats her pussy a few more times, before he works his dick into her. He strokes her in deep, rapid thrusts for a few minutes, then pulls out.

  I pinch and slap at my nipples. The stinging excites me. I look over at Paris. Her eyes are shut tight. She is so caught up in her mechanical fucking that she is no longer paying us any attention.

  “Get on ya knees, baby,” Damon tells Porsha. “I wanna hit this wet pussy from the back.”

  She rolls over, gets on all fours, then reaches around and pulls open her ass. Her pussy lips poke out, pouty, wet, and full. He enters her.

  “Ohhhhhh, yes...ohhhhh, shit the dick feels so good... mmmm...”

  Patiently, I wait until he gets into a nice groove, rocking Porsha’s back out, then sidle up behind him. I lean into his ear. Nibble on his lobe. “You ready for Pain to fuck you, Daddy?”

  “Ah, shit yeah...” He says, slapping Porsha on the ass. “Arch that back, baby. Ain’t no need to run from this dick.”

  She cranes her neck. “Ain’t nobody running from shit, nigga. Fuck me...oooh...aahh, shitgotdamnmuthafuck...”

  “Yeah, baby, take that dick...mmmm, nice wet pussy...”

  I slip my middle finger into his ass, finger him slowly, then slide my index finger in. His hole is still slippery and loose from earlier. I slide back in.

  “Whose ass is this?” I ask.

  “Uhhh, fuck...” he grunts, lustfully gazing over his shoulder at me. I repeat the question, this time alternately slapping each cheek while grinding into him. “Oh, shit...yours, baby.”

  “You want a real dick in you?” I ask, baiting him. Although I don’t believe he does, one can never be so sure; especially if you let Porsha tell it. She is so damn stuck on believing any man wanting ass play is gay, or on the down low. Paris’s eyes pop open. Persia snaps her neck in his direction, waiting and watching. His
response, his body language will confirm her suspicions, or shoot them down.

  He frowns, furrows his brows. “Fuck no. You know I don’t get down with no shit like that.”

  I smile, pulling him into me by his neck, then lightly kiss him on the lips. I slip my tongue into his mouth, then pull back. I stroke him. He strokes Porsha. He moans. She moans.

  “What’s my name?” I ask him.

  “Mmmph...Pleasure.”

  “No, nigga, wrong sister. What’s...”—I slam my rubber dick in him; grind my hips into his—“my...”—I pull it out, leaving only the head in, tip-drilling him—“name?”

  My pussy is leaking.

  He grunts.

  Porsha grunts.

  Paris grunts.

  I stretch and pull open his ass cheeks as far as they’ll go. Watch my dildo glide in and out. Watch his tight hole slurp it in. I am so turned on by the sight. Oh how I love a man who submits every inch of himself to me. Sweat drips from my face, drops onto his back. I reach up under him, grab at his balls, then yank them. “What’s my name, nigga?”

  “Pain,” he finally says, arching his back and clutching and clawing the sheets. “Aaaah, fuck, baby...ohhhh shit, baby...uhhh... you’re hitting that spot.” I continue my pace, deep stroking him. He bucks his hips into Porsha. I buck mine into him. Then pull my—well, not mine, but you know what I mean—dick out to the head, tip drill him again, then plunge back into his loosened man hole. He chants over and over how I’m hitting his spot. Porsha chants how he’s hitting hers. The two of them are feeling the pressure building; his prostrate to her G-spot. I continue my pace. He continues his. I count my strokes. He counts his. I switch my rhythm. He switches his. He is focused on fucking the shit out of Porsha. I am determined to fuck the shit out of him.