Free Man Swappers by Cairo Page B

dirty, men have been fucking women—in more ways than one, since thebeginning 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. Tossme 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 herfingers 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