Free Nude Awakening by Victor L. Martin Page A

dick is and Jurnee is going to help you get it up.”
    Trevon ran a hand down his face. She’s dead ass serious. It does make sense. I’ma be slangin’ dick, so I might as well show them what I’m working with. Please don’t freeze up on me, boy. It’s showtime! Trevon boldly stood and unfastened his monogrammed Gucci belt. Coming up behind him, Jurnee slid her hands up his hard shoulders, brushing her soft lips against his back.
    Janelle watched the two without saying a single word. She studied how Jurnee’s hands traveled all over his body. Trevon had the belt undone and was tugging his pants down when Jurnee suddenly shoved her hand down his pants. He groaned, closing his eyes as she pressed her breasts hard into his back. She wrapped her fingers around his dick then slowly jacked her grip up and down its length.
    “Pull it out.” Janelle said and crossed her legs. Her pussy throbbed in response to the sight before her.
    Jurnee yanked his pants and boxers down, exposing his semi-hard dick. She began to stroke faster while licking and nibbling on his ear.
    Janelle moved around the desk for a better view of his dick. Big and black with protruding fat veins. Jurnee stroked it as it continued to grow, elated to see that it was circumcised. Uncircumcised dicks were ugly to her.
    “Rub his balls,” Janelle said, standing beside the two. She waited until Jurnee massaged his balls before she wrapped her hand around his shaft.
    Trevon moaned again as he felt two warm hands moving all over his dick.
    Damn . . . feels so good! I want to bust! I want to fuck something! Trevon opened his eyes and looked at Janelle slowly pumping his dick. He wondered how far the two were willing to go. Suddenly, Janelle released him. Jurnee did the same, walking around to get a clear view of Trevon. He felt a bit awkward as the two women observed his swollen dick.
    “You can put him up,” Janelle said with a big smile on her face.
    Trevon was afraid to touch himself. He knew he would make a fool of himself if he lost control and bust all over the desk. Taking a deep breath, he reached down to fix his clothes. Gradually, his dick began to shrink. While he was fastening his belt, Janelle gave Jurnee a silent signal to leave.
    “I need to use the bathroom,” Jurnee lied, excusing herself from the office.
    Trevon sat down once they were alone.
    “That’s very impressive.” She nodded toward his crotch from behind her desk. “I believe we could use your talents at my company.” She lowered a hand to rub her pit bull. “I’m willing to give you a chance, Mr. Harrison, so if you’re ready, I have a contract you can read and sign if it’s what you’re expecting.”
    Hell, yeah I’m ready! Trevon wanted to jump up and shout, “Let’s do it.”
    Janelle reached into the drawer, then pulled out a fifteen page contract.
    “Take your time and read it. If you wish to have someone go over it for you, you can do so.”
    “I trust you,” he said, knowing he was taking a big risk, but other employment options were not in his favor. If he signed the contract, he would have a job. Not having a job was the root of his issues.
    “Read the contract, Mr. Harrison. In this business, trust is rare. Remember that, okay?” She gave him a warm smile, then turned her attention back to the tablet as Trevon started to read the contract.
    It was hard for him to focus on the contract because he could not get over one fact. Just mere minutes ago, she had her hand all over my dick! He became focused when he came across the money aspect in the contract.
    Swagga had ditched his entourage at Club Bed, then headed to the condo on Fisher Island. Yaffa was lounging in the colorful art deco den on a plush peach leather sofa watching TV.
    Outside on the thirtieth floor balcony Swagga and Cindy aka Déjà Pink were smoking Kush and sipping on Patron. The view was amazing. Across the bay was the brightly lit spectacular skyline of downtown Miami and Biscayne Bay.