Man Swappers (16 page)

“I’m gonna call Calvin. I almost forgot he sent me that message
on Facebook the other day saying he’d love to see us. He’s in town visiting his mother for the next week or so. So, no time like the present to get reacquainted with his freaky-ass. Y’all game?”

“Count me in,” Porsha says, pouring herself another drink.

Paris shrugs. “I guess.”

“Oh snap out of it, girl. Don’t let that woman pull your spirits down. You cursed her out real good; now let it go. I’m telling you, she’ll say or do something else soon enough and you’ll be glad you told her ass off when you did.” I stand up. “Now finish up these drinks and get ya mind right while I go call Calvin. We’re gonna get our fuck on, then send him on his way. I’ll tell him to get here within the hour if he can.”

I walk out, leaving the two of them sitting on the bed, pouring drinks, laughing and talking about the other fights Mom and I had growing up. Some of them funny; others real nasty, like the time I tossed a hot cup of coffee into her lap. Or the time I started throwing dishes at her for trying to make me rewash dishes that weren’t even dirty. I fucked that kitchen up.

I hear Porsha say, “I thought the two of them would end up killing each other for sure.”

Paris laughs. “Persia’s ass was crazy.”

“Shit, what you mean ‘was’?” Porsha questions, laughing with her. “She still is.”

“I heard that,” I yell out, laughing along with them. Yes, I was definitely the wild child out of the three of us. And yes, I was the one our mother had to watch out for. And I still am.

Pain
CHAPTER FIFTEEN

B
ound and blindfolded, I brush my lips against his lobe, whisper in his ear. “Are you gonna submit fully and completely to me?”

He nods his head. “Yes, my beautiful mistress.” Although he knows I am
not
a real mistress—nor have any intentions of ever being one, I enjoy pretending that I am. And he likes pretending that I am, too.

At six-two, two-hundred-and-ten pounds, Calvin is a dark-chocolate delight with his lean, toned, muscular body and deliciously fat, Hershey-colored cock. As masculine and aggressive and rugged as he is, it amazes me how he transforms into a submissive man-toy behind closed doors. It is his acceptance into his role that has me creaming in my panties.

I smile, reaching into a bag of ice and pulling out a miniature cube, then gliding it over his left nipple. “Good ’cause tonight you’re in for the time of your life.” He shivers. “Too cold for you?”

He shakes his head. “No, Mistress Pain.”

I slowly swirl the melting ice over and around his nipple while pinching the other one. His body shudders, briefly. I’m sure in response to the painfully chilling reality that the unknown and unexpected will follow.

I reach for the surgical tape, ripping off a strip with my teeth, then tape the ice to his left nipple. He flinches. I do the same to his right nipple. He flinches again, and his hard dick bounces up and down in response.

Porsha comes into the room, naked. Her silky skin shimmers from the glow of the candles flickering around the room. Without speaking a word, she looks at me and nods, then drops down in front of Calvin and wraps her mouth around his dick. She sucks him slowly at first, then picks up the pace, causing slurping and popping sounds to emit from her mouth. Calvin moans. The ice is slowly melting. Cold streaks of water are running down his chest.

Five minutes into Porsha’s head service, I signal for her to stop, then instruct Calvin to lift up in his seat. I squeeze out a glob of Platinum wet, then spread it in and around his asshole. His hole puckers.

“Yeah, you want me to finger-fuck that tight, little hole, don’t you?”

He nods. “Yes, my lovely mistress. I submit to you. Your commands are my wish. Anything you demand of me, I seek to please you.”

Porsha rolls her eyes up in her head. I stick my tongue out at her, and she gives me the finger. I slip a finger into his ass. He tenses. His hole grips my finger, attempts to push it out. “Relax,” I tell him, pushing my finger back in. Slowly, he relaxes and loosens up and allows me to finger him. His dick springs up and down. It is clearly an act he enjoys. I work a second finger in.

“Aaah, shit,” he moans.

“You like that?”

“Mmmhmm...oh, shit...”

I smile. “I’m so glad you said that,” I say, pulling my fingers
out, then unlocking his left hand. I reach into the bag for another piece of ice and place it in his hand. “I want you to put this cube of ice into your ass.” He hesitates. “Did you not understand me?”

“Yes...Mistress.” Reluctance clings to his words.

“Do you not wish to please me?”

He nods. “Yes.”

I slap his ass. “Yes, what?”

“Yes, my mistress.”

“Much better. Don’t have me remind you of your place. Did you not say my command is your wish?”

“Yes, my mistress.”

“Then do as you are told and you shall be rewarded.” He leans forward, squatting as if he’s about to take a shit, then reaches back and attempts to stick the cube into his ass. Its coldness causes him to flinch. I get impatient and slap the ice out of his hand. “You must want your mistress to get angry, don’t you?”

“No, Mistress Pain.”

I hand him another piece of ice. “Then try it again. And now you’ll have to put three cubes in instead of one for taking too damn long.” He finally pushes it in. He grunts. “That’s a good slave boy.” I hand him another piece. Porsha looks at me, mouth agape, shaking her head. I ignore her look of shock. “Now put this piece in.”

His body jerks. And my patience is running low. “Hurry the hell up before I add two more cubes on top of the three.” The thought of having five ice cubes stuffed in his ass seems to motivate him to hurry this shit up. When he pushes the second cube in, I hand him the last one. He pushes it in, grunting. I tell him to sit down. “I know it’s cold, but the fire in that hot ass of yours will melt it soon enough.” I cuff his hand again. He squirms in his seat. Porsha snickers, popping an ice cube into her mouth,
then dropping back down in front of him, taking his dick back into her mouth.

He yelps, squirms in his seat. “Aaaah, shit...oh fuck...”

I yank off the tape from his nipples, taking a piece of ice in both of my hands, then leaning over him and pressing the ice up against his nipples.

He shivers and jerks. “Aaaah...Ohhh...oooooooooh...ahhhh, fuck!”

“You like that, don’t you?”

“Yes...aaaaah...aaaah, fuck...ohhhhh, shit!”

I glide the ice cubes in circular motion over his nipples, zigzag across his chest, then up along the sides of his neck before tossing the ice in an empty cup. I allow my cold, wet fingers, to trace his shoulders, then travel back down his chest. I pinch his nipples. “You like how Passion’s sucking your dick?”

“Yes...uhh...oh, yes...fuck...”

He squirms in his seat. My pussy begins to quiver and drip at the thought of him having a sweet and excruciating ass freeze. I lean into his ear. “Ooooh, my pussy’s so wet. Clench your ass muscles around that ice.” His body shudders in pleasure, again. There’s a distinct difference between a shudder of pleasure and one of discomfort. He tosses his head back and loudly moans. The combination of ice melting out of his ass and causing a puddle in his seat and the melting ice out of Porsha’s mouth dripping down his cock, Calvin is experiencing a delicious agony until she abruptly stops sucking his dick, standing up. She walks over to the wooden table and retrieves a condom. She tears open the wrapper, then walks back over and rolls it down onto his aching cock. Porsha is ready to offer him her cunt. And his hard, eager dick is ready to take it. With her back to him, she reaches underneath her and positions the head of his cock at the mouth
of her pussy, then sits down on it, slowly rocking her hips, accepting him into bliss.

“Aaah, shiiiiit...”

“You like Passion’s hot pussy?”

“Oh, fuck, yesssss!”

She lets out a moan.

“Is that dick good, Passion?”

“Oooh, yes,” she moans, leaning forward and grabbing her ankles. She bounces her ass up and down on him, causing it to clap around his cock.

I pinch my nipples. “Oooh, fuck him good, Sis.”

He leans his head back, his mouth parted. I bring my nipple to his lips and he takes it into his warm mouth and sucks it. A string of pleasure threads its way down my spine and around my clit.

I step out of my panties, then stuff them into his hungry mouth. “You like how my panties taste?” He nods and grunts. “Good. Chew my pussy juices off them. And when you finish, I’ll feed you this wet pussy. Would you like that?”

He nods, moaning and grunting. I remove his blindfold. Allow him to see. Allow him to watch Porsha’s rhythmic movements up and down on his dick. I unlock his hands. Free them so they can roam her body. He caresses her skin, glides his hands along the curve of her hips, then grips her waist. He stretches his legs out and greets Porsha’s pussy with hard, deep thrusts.

She greets him back.

“You like that pussy?” I whisper in his ear, pulling my panties out of his mouth with one hand, and pinching his nipple with the other.

“Oh, shiiiit, yeah...it’s some good-ass pussy.”

“Fuck her good, then. Show me how good that pussy feels to you.”

He piston-fucks Porsha until the both of them are sweating and panting and moaning.

Watching the two of them fuck has my cunt slick with my juices. I reach over and grab my mini-vibrator from the tray, turn it on high, and slide it over my clit, then dip it into my slit.

Paris finally walks in and Porsha lifts up off his dick; allows her to straddle him. Calvin watches excitedly. Yet, no words are spoken. He knows he is to speak when spoken to.

She breathes warmly on his ear and tickles his earlobe with her tongue. “Watching from the other room has gotten me soooo horny for your cock.” She reaches in back of her, strokes his dick. “Mmmm, your dick is so hot and heavy. I can’t wait to feel it deep in my tight ass.” She nips at his ear. “Put your dick in my ass, baby.”

Porsha and I both blink, then glance from her to each other, stunned at what we’ve just heard. Calvin’s eyes light up. He is surprised as well. “You want my dick in your ass?”

She coos in his ear. “Yes, baby. My fat...tight...hot...juicy
ass
. What, you don’t want to feel my tight ass wrapped around your dick?”

“No, I mean, yes. You can have my dick anywhere you want it.”

And so she does. He fucks her. She fucks him back. He gives her all of him. She gives him all of her. They are both panting and sweating. She is moaning. He is moaning.

Porsha and I watch, fondling our clits, pussies and tits. In sync, the three of us bring ourselves to orgasm, then Paris lifts up off Calvin’s dick, pulls off his condom, then steps back.

Disappointment and confusion paint his face, but quickly disappears when Porsha takes his meaty dick into her mouth. Pushing her own limits, she takes him all the way down in her throat, then pulls out and caresses it with the tip of her tongue, running it
from the base to its swollen head and swirling it around. She makes a loud, purposeful, gulping sound as she takes him back into her warm mouth, pushing the head of his dick to the back of her throat.

Calvin lets out a moan.

I urge her. Encourage her to suck the life out of him. “Go ’head, girl; suck that nigga’s dick. Milk the nut up outta him.”

She is slurping and slobbering and stroking every inch of him. Bobbing up and down, fingering her pussy as she does. Calvin’s breathing changes and she glances up at him, knowingly. We all know. He is ready to explode. But he knows he can’t unless I give him permission. His pleading eyes shift in my direction. He is close to the edge; afraid she is going to make him cum before I allow it.

“Don’t you nut, yet,” I warn, pinching and twisting his nipples.

“Aaaah, fuck! Uhhhhh...ooooh, shit...Gotdamn it!”

If Porsha didn’t have a mouthful of dick, I’d think she was smirking at me, at him, for the deliberate torture.

“Beg for that nut.”

“Uhhhhh...uhhhhhh...pleeeeeeease...oooh...oooooooh...uh, fuck, fuck, fuck...pleeeeaaaaaaaaaaase, baby...I can’t...uhhh... hold it...”

“You wanna cum all in her pretty mouth?”

“Uhh....oooooh, fuck...aaaah, shiiiiiit...Yessssssssss, can I cum? She’s fuckin’ killin’ me...aaaaaaah, fuck...aaaaaah fuck....aaaaaaaah...”

I give him permission to release.

He grunts, and comes hard; his nut filling Porsha’s mouth. He doesn’t give her a chance to swallow before he is coming again, causing its overflow to spill out on her chin and down on her breasts. She looks up at him, swallows, wipes her chin and chest with her fingers and sucks them clean. Then takes his dick back into her
mouth and sucks him clean. When she’s finished, she stands up, rests the palms of her hands on his knees and slides her tongue into his mouth. He sucks her tongue and probes her mouth for remnants of his sweet, salty nut. Then, as if on cue, she and Paris walk out of the room, leaving the two of us alone. They will watch the rest of the show in another room.

Calvin gazes at me lustfully, knowing he is not done, yet. That he must be able to scratch my libidinous itch, and deliver another round of pussy pounding dick before he leaves.

A devious smirk forms on his lips. He realizes the tables will now turn. My pussy throbs at this knowing. My clit aches with anticipation as he gets up and walks over to me. Lust flares in his eyes. There’s an animalistic hunger in them that excites me. With one hand, he grabs me by the throat. With the other, he slaps up my titties. The stings shoot through my body like bolts of electricity, zapping my clit.

He pushes my legs apart, cuts through me, running the blade of his hand up the inside of my thighs. He cups my pussy. I stifle a moan. “I’m going to fuck the shit out of you.”

“Yeah, nigga, fuck my slutty pussy.”

His dick springs alive.

“Fuck me like the whore you want me to be. Fuck me like the dick-sucking, cum-loving bitch I am.”

His dick jerks, violently.