Man Swappers (24 page)

“Mmmmm...”

The boutique’s door is locked. A sign “Out to Lunch” hangs from the window so that I can have this moment to myself—without interruptions. Tuesdays are always slow so today is a perfect day for playing in my pussy without disruptions. Yiruma’s CD
First Love
is playing in the background. Its sexy instrumentals are perfect for lovemaking. If only I had someone to make love to. For some reason, I consider calling Emerson behind Persia and Porsha’s backs. Think about making love to him; only once, then sending him on his way. But the thought quickly fades.

Closing my eyes, I hump my hand. Allow my mind’s eye to conjure up fantasies of big hands kneading my breasts...a wet mouth clinging to my clit...eager cock pummeling in and out of my hot pussy doggy-style, my gushy cunt splashing its juices with each stroke—deep and determined.

I imagine my chocolate knight with his boxers at his ankles; his engorged cock—with its bulbous head—rigid and ready, bobbing up and down as he whispers dirty things to me; promises of how he’ll fuck me into a delicious trance; his breath hot against my ear.

I plop up on the edge of my desk. Reach for my Utopia Rabbit vibrator—a sleek silicone vibrator that twists and vibrates at seven different speeds; turn it on low speed. Then gasp the minute its tip touches my swollen clit. I shut my eyes tighter, massaging my clit with the vibrator. Over and over, I stroke myself, bringing myself closer to an orgasm. A soft whimper escapes me. I scoot further back on the desk, spread my legs wider, one leg propped up on the desk, then slide the tip of the vibrator into my wet pussy. I push it as far as it will go inside of me, imagining it is a probing finger, a hungry tongue, an eager cock, pulsing deep inside of me.

“Ohhh, yes...fuck me...aaah...mmmm...my pussy needs you... you gonna keep fucking me with this good dick?”

Yeah, baby, anytime you want it. This dick is yours...

“Mmmm...ooooooooh...it feels sooooooo good...you like how this pussy feels?”

My imaginary lover wraps my hair around his hand, yanks my head, looking into my eyes he tells me how much he loves my smooth, shaven pussy. Tells me how wet it is. How hot it is. How good it feels wrapped around his dick. I plunge my vibrator in and out of me. Allow my juices to splash out. My body begins to shudder as its vibrations caress my G-spot.

I’m now lying all the way back on my desk. My imaginary lover hovers over me, pressing my knees back toward my shoulders, then pushes his hot, hard cock into me—and fucks me until I scream.

My pussy makes sucking and popping sounds, grabbing at my vibrator as I jab it in and out of me. “Ohhhhhhgod, yesssssss... feed my pussy with that big-ass dick...uhhhhhhh...uhhhhhh... fuuuuck—”

“Oh, shit, daaaaaaamn...my bad...”

Legs up, slit pulled open by fingers and vibrator, a puddle of pussy juice on my desk, everything around me comes to a screeching halt. My eyes pop open. My mouth drops open. It takes a minute to register that the voice I just heard isn’t the one in my head. That there’s a man—not just any man, but a fine, sexy-ass motherfucker—standing in the doorway, licking his lips with a crooked grin plastered on his face, staring at
me
.

“Don’t stop on my account,” he says, leaning up against the doorframe with his arms folded. “I was really starting to enjoy the view.”

I jump up, skirt bunched up around my hips, shirt unbuttoned,
titties exposed. “Ohmygod, what the fuck are you doing in here?!” I yell, dropping my vibrator and quickly trying to cover myself. With one hand over my chest, I snatch the remote to the stereo off the file cabinet, shutting it off. I’m completely shocked, embarrassed, and too muthafucking through! “How in the hell did you get in here?”

A grin locks on his face as he tries hard to keep his eyes from roaming from my erect nipples to my bare hips. I attempt to pull my skirt down over my bare ass. I want to slap that damn smirk off his beautiful chocolate face. “I walked in.”

“No, you didn’t,” I snap, grabbing my cell off the sofa. “You broke in my damn store and tried to rob me. I’m calling the police...”

He walks up on me, grabbing me by the arm. “Yo hold up. Now you reachin’. Stop the theatrics and listen to me. Like I said, I walked in. The door was unlocked. What the fuck I wanna break in ya spot for when I was just up in this muhfucka a few weeks ago and dropped almost two grand for a damn bag for my moms?”

Well, he has a point.
“Well, you should—”

He cuts me off. “Well’, nothin’. I stood at the register and waited for you. I even called out for you. But I guess you were, uh, caught up in the...music.” He rubs his chin. “And from the looks of things, looks like you were really in a zone.” He starts laughing and this only pisses me off.

“I don’t see shit funny. And get your damn hand off of me. You’re trespassing.
And
you assaulted me by putting your damn hands on me.”

He laughs harder.
This nigga is crazy
, I think, frowning.
I just threatened to call the police on his ass and he’s standing here laughing
. “I didn’t barge in on you, beautiful. And I’m not trespassing. And
I damn sure haven’t assaulted you. Once, twice, three times, the door wasn’t locked and I walked in. The only thing I’m tryna do is stop you from makin’ a damn fool outta ya’self.” He shakes his head, letting my arm go. “Yo, you wanna call the cops, then do you.” He takes a seat. “I’ll be right here waitin’ on ’em.”

I storm out of the office to assess the situation. I scan the store. Everything looks to be in order. Then I go over to the door and turn the knob. It opens. There are no signs of tampering with the lock or forced entry. Now I really feel like shit for accusing him of breaking in when I didn’t even lock the damn door. I thought I had.
You fucking idiot! How could you be so damn stupid?
I shake my head, locking it. I tuck my blouse into my skirt, then zip it, smoothing out the fabric, then walk back into the office to face him.

I stare at him, raise a brow.
Whew, this man is fine as hell
. But I’m still mad. Mad at myself for being so careless and getting caught like that. And mad at him for being so goddamn fine, and me not being able to have him in between my legs finishing off what he disrupted.
Or can I?

He smirks. “Did you call ’em?”

“No, I didn’t.” He asks why, smirking. “Because there’s no need to.”

“Hmmm, isn’t that sumthin’? So, it wasn’t the dark, handsome cat with the sexy-swag who did it after all, huh?”

I roll my eyes. “Okay, whatever, smart-ass. You still had no business walking back here. This is an unauthorized area.”

He laughs. “Yo, beautiful...admit it. You fucked up, babe. But, it’s all good ’cause ya screw up turned out to be my blessing.” I suck my teeth. “Next time you in here tryna get ya finger swerve on, you might wanna double-check to make sure you have the door locked. So now you owe me an apology, don’t you think?”

I huff, sweeping my bang across my forehead. “Didn’t you see
the sign in the window?” I ask, ignoring him as I stomp into my private bathroom, slamming the door on him. I lock it.

“Yeah, I saw it as I was turning the doorknob to come in,” he says on the other side of the door.

“And you
still
walked in, knowing no one was in?” I stare at myself in the mirror as I wash my hands.
Fuck, fuck, fuck! How the hell did you not lock the damn door? What if someone else had walked up in here? See, that’s what your horny ass gets.

“Someone was here,” he says, laughing. “And she was mad busy tryna get it in.”

Shit!
“Hahaha, hell. So glad you find this amusing.”
Way to go, bitch! You have definitely given this motherfucker something to talk about with his boys.
“Well, you still had no business walking up in here like that.”

He keeps laughing. “Shit, I’m glad I walked in when I did. I might’ve missed the show. It’s not often a man walks up on a sexy-ass chick getting herself off.”

Oh, so he thinks I’m sexy. I wonder how long his ass was standing there watching me.
For some twisted reason, the idea that he’d been standing there watching my mini-sex performance the whole time causes excitement to rush to my clit. I shake the thought from my head, sucking my teeth. “Okay, so you caught me with my hands in my pussy; big deal. Don’t act like you haven’t seen my pussy before.”

He chuckles. “Yeah, true. And a pretty pussy it is.”

I stare at my reflection in the mirror, grinning.
Whew, this nigga is gonna be a problem. If I don’t cut him off soon.
“Mmmph. Flattery will get you nowhere.”

He laughs. “C’mon, ma, don’t be like that. You know what it is. You should be glad I walked up on you instead of some other muhfucka.”

“Mmmph.”

He laughs again. “Don’t worry, baby. Your secret’s safe with me. Like everything else we’ve been doin’.”

I swing the bathroom door open. He’s now leaning back up against the doorframe. “Darrin, right?” I ask, teasingly.

He grins, playing along. “Nah, wrong cat. It’s Desmond; Dez for short. Don’t act like you don’t know.”

“Okay, Dez for short. Why are you here?”

He licks his lips, slow and sexy like. “I made a special trip down here to see you. You know. Maybe take you out to lunch, again. But, uh, I ended up getting something much more exciting.”

His masculine scent mixed with his cologne swirls all around the room. I quickly glance at his crotch and notice a thick, meaty lump in his designer sweats. My clit pulses. My mouth starts to drool.
Bitch, get a grip on yourself
. I swiftly move around the office, wiping off my desk with a lemon-scented bacterial wipe.

I feel his eyes on me as I try to avoid looking at him. My pussy muscles clench.

Oh, go ahead and fuck him, then send him on his way. You know you want to
.

I stop what I’m doing. Place a hand up on my hip. “Um, why are you standing there grinning at me?”

He points at the floor. “You forgot to pick up ya
lil
’ toy.” The way he says little sounds as if he’s implying he has something much bigger for me to play with. I walk around the desk and quickly scoop down and pick it up. I go back into the bathroom and wash it off, glancing at my reflection in the mirror.

Ohmymotherfuckinggod, being around this sexy motherfucker makes my pussy wet.

Then fuck him!

But what if he’s married or in a relationship?

Hooker, it’s a little too late to be concerned about that now, considering you already fucked him twice.

Ugh, Paris, stop this shit! Other than his name, you don’t know shit about his ass.

And that’s what makes fucking him more exciting.

“So, am I gonna get that apology or what?” he asks, slicing into my thoughts. “All a brotha wanted to do is get at this sexy ass store owner who won’t give me her name, but let’s me eat her pussy, and now she tryna hem a muhfucka up wit’ bogus charges.” He laughs. “That’s real fucked up.”

I take a deep sigh, trying not to smile. “I apologize,” I say, sticking my head out of the doorway.

He smiles at me. “What are you apologizin’ for?” I look at him as if he’s two screws from crazy. “Yo, I’m sayin’. I wanna make sure you know what you’re apologizin’ for.”

I suck my teeth. “I apologize for accusing you of breaking in, then threatening to call the police on you.”

He walks up on me. I try not to take him in. Try not to stare at the lump in his pants. But it’s too late. My wet pussy senses his presence. My nipples swell. “And what else?”

I frown, placing my across my shoulder to block his view of my erect nipples poking through my blouse. “What do you mean, ‘and what else’?’ There’s nothing else to apologize to you about.”

“Oh, yeah it is,” he says, pulling in his bottom lip.

“And what’s that?” I ask, inhaling his scent. He reeks of masculinity. My pussy lips start to quiver.

You can let me fuck you with this fat black dick
, I hear him say in my head. I blink, stepping back when he steps up in my space. “You can apologize for stoppin’ what you were doin’ and leavin’ a muhfucka hangin’.”

It’s motherfucking on now, girl.
I glance up at the ceiling, silently
thanking the heavens for this chocolate hunk appearing in my doorway, then bring my attention back to him.
I’ma fuck this man real good
, I think, smiling.

“Oh, so you think I left you hanging, huh?”

He nods. “Yeah, you did.” He takes another step toward me. This time I don’t move. In my heels, he still hovers over me. I like that. I look up at him. “But I gotta way you can make it up to me.”

“Oh, really? Do tell,” I say coyly. He tells me I can start by giving him my real name. Tells me he wants my number and to take me out to dinner tonight.
Fuck a dinner
, I think, grinning.
Give me the dick!
I glance at my watch. It’s eleven-thirty. Since customers don’t usually start coming through until about one or so on Tuesdays, I decide to take opportunity by the balls, and seize the moment. “Well, that’s nice and all. But, I tell you what. I have an even better way to make it up to you.”

“Oh word? I like the sound of that already. So what’s good?”

“Give me one sec while I use the bathroom,” I say, stepping back into the bathroom, then slowly closing the door while keeping my eyes on him. I lick my lips and shut the door.

He laughs. “Oh, aiight. I see how you doin’ it. So am I gonna get your name or what?”

Oh, don’t worry. You’re about to get more than my name.
I step out of my skirt, unbutton my blouse, then take it off, hanging it on back of the door. I take in my reflection, standing here in my red La Perla sheer lace chemise. “Yes, you’re about to
get
my name. “But, before you do, I need to know one thing.”

“What’s that?”

“You have a woman? Or someone you seeing on a regular?” I hold my breath, waiting.

“Nah, why?”

I let out a sigh of relief, stepping out of my thong. “Good,” I say, grabbing my vibrator, then slowly opening the door. “Now let me finally introduce myself to you.” He’s no longer in front of the door. I walk out into the office and find him sitting on the sofa, fiddling with his cell. I stand in the middle of the room, waiting, until he looks up.