TRI-SEXUAL (10 page)

His ass was tight and moist. It felt like I was a virgin again and I was getting ass for the first time. My nut filled his asshole and dripped down onto his balls as I pulled out. The room was silent for a minute. I sure as hell wasn’t about to say the wrong thing.

He broke the silence with the statement “You better never tell anyone about this shit or I’ll find you and kill you twice. You’re going to move in here with me. There’s no more of that shit you been doing. Do you have a problem with that?” he told me because he sure as hell wasn’t asking me. I said “No” without even thinking. I was just happy that he didn’t kill my ass.

Mike ended up liking more dick than I did. I would’ve never thought this shit would end this way. He started cutting all his groupies off giving me his undivided attention. “Damn” I thought I should’ve showed him this dick from the jump. Then maybe I wouldn’t have had to wait so long. While in the streets and in the public eye we were like Jay and B. In the bedroom he was the Queen bitch and I was that hard core thug nigga giving him hard dick. Now from here on out y’all can just call me Quincy the pipe layer.

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ying in this cold hospital bed comatose was not how I envisioned living my life would lead me. I’m a married woman’s worst nightmare and a married man’s kryptonite. I’m a toy for them to play with when they get tired of their boring ass Beverly Hills wives. After they finish with me then it’s back to the shelf and that’s how I liked it.

Most men overlooked needy women. They preferred a woman that looked like she had her shit together. Needy was one thing I definitely was not. I’m not even hungry I’m just greedy. I give the word Gold Digger a whole new meaning. No man could resist my even toned deep ebony brown skin, my long jet black hair, or my luscious lips. I was their black Barbie and they were my Ken.

I am the definition of a female hustler I’m a true representation in the flesh. I’m about my money. My hustle consisted of using rich married men to my advantage to get whatever I wanted. Bob was an accountant, a prime candidate. I met him in the parking lot of the bank. I was walking to my 08 black obsidian G37 coupe with chrome 20 inch rims. I was killing it in my Chanel shades.

He was on his way inside, but stopped in his tracks when he saw me walking towards him. I had intentionally dropped my Prada purse knowing that he would be a gentleman and assist me. He kneeled down in front of me picking up my things. He was admiring my silky smooth legs and French pedicure toes. “Thank you I can be so clumsy at times” I said.

“Oh that’s quite alright. The pleasure was all mine give me a call sometime. I’m Bob here’s my card” he said extending his hand. I’m Karen I said before turning the key in the ignition. He watched as I drove off and from the look in his eyes I knew I had him. My plan was to not ask for anything to let them give. I’ll get more that way.

He was a middle aged Caucasian male. He was very charming and generous. I didn’t call him until a month later. I didn’t want to give him the impression that I needed him. “Hey Bob its Karen” I said into the phone. “What took you so long to call?” he asked. “I’ve been busy” I replied. “Well you have great timing. I’m going out of town on business would you mind accompanying me? I’ll be working the majority of the day, but the nights will be all yours” said Bob.

“What will I do all day until your work is done?” I asked. “It’s a big city I’m sure you’ll find some productive things to do with your time” said Bob. “Here’s my address” I said. “I’ll be there to pick you up in a few hours” he said. “I’ll be ready” I replied. I packed light because of course I wasn’t about to go out of town and not come home with some new shit. He was prompt when picking me up. The company chauffer escorted us to the airport.

“You are looking exceptionally beautiful” said Bob. “I must say you’re looking quite handsome yourself” I replied. When boarded the flight first class. That’s what the fuck I was talking about. I had Champagne on ice and surf and turf to feed my belly. Immediately upon arriving in the city and landing he had to go set up his business. He sent me to the hotel with his credit card. He had already made the reservation for the room key to be waiting on me when I arrived.

After getting settled in I went downstairs to enjoy the spa treatment. I got a facial, and a full body massage. That was one hell of a massage it felt like sex. I left the hotel and walked down the street to the mall. I bought a few items then went back to the hotel. He was fast asleep on the bed taking a nap. I hopped in the shower without waking him. After I got out of the shower I wrapped the towel around me and walked into the room. Bob was now awake and sitting on the edge of the bed.

“Are you ready for dinner?” he asked. “Yes just let me get dressed. I wasn’t ashamed of my body at all so I dropped my towel. I had no problem getting dressed in front of him. He had a hard time focusing on dressing himself. He was too busy staring at my body with the erection he wasn’t trying to hide. Once we got dressed we took a cab to a fancy restaurant. We shared an intellectual conversation about his job.

After a nice dinner we returned back to the hotel. Back in the room I undressed down to my birthday suit. I was lying down next to him completely naked. I’m sure he was very tempted, but didn’t try anything. He was a good boy. We slept peacefully and by sunrise he was already gone taking care of business. I knew he respected me for not giving up the pussy. Shit the way I saw it he hadn’t done enough to earn my priceless goodies. I got up ready to get lost in the city. I did some more shopping and even picked him up a few things.

By noon it was time for us to check out and return home. We took a cab to the airport leaving the city behind. We had a nice flight home. I slept on his shoulder as he held me in his arms. The company car met us at the airport to take us to our destination. As we were droving he told me how much of a good time he had with me. With just a few blocks to my destination I retrieved his credit card from my purse. I tried returning it to its rightful owner. He told me to hold on to it and to use it for whatever I needed.

“Now that’s what the fuck I’m talking about” I said to myself while placing my new card in my wallet. He told me to keep in touch as he carried my things to the door. I was like “I sure will” with dollar signs in my eyes. I paid my mortgage and car note up for a couple months. I went on several shopping sprees on his dime. I accompanied him on most of his business trips all without him so much as even smelling this pussy. That’s what the fuck I call skills.

Who knew pussy was all you needed to earn a six figure salary. A whore exploits and degrades herself for money, but a Diva uses the fact that she has a pussy for monetary gain. That’s a very huge difference in case you motherfuckers get it twisted.

Sam was a very successful stock broker. I met him out at the mall while shopping on Bob’s expense. He followed me around Bloomindales while I racked up. I made it to the register and dropped the hand full of clothes and shoes on the counter. He walked up behind me like we were together, pulled out his black card, and handed it over to the sales associate. I grabbed all of my bags from the counter without as much as a thank you.

He scurried behind me carrying his big beer belly. He was older much older with the smell of cigars and cologne. He had a shiny bald head and a few patches of grey hair on the sides. I walked his ass into almost every store and made sure my trunk was overloaded before I left. He walked me to my car “I’m Sam is it alright if I call you sometime?” he asked. “Karen” I said and handed him my number with the intentions of milking his old ass.

He didn’t waste any time calling me. I had barely made it home put up my shit, and take a shower when he called. “Hello” I said into the phone. “When will you be available for dinner?” He asked. “It depends on if it’s worth my time” I replied. “I will be sure of it” he said. I wasn’t doing anything so I decided to take him up on his offer. He took me to a nice restaurant where he told corny jokes and stared at me drooling.

He started talking about the stock market then I became more attentive. He gave me tips on how to manage, trade, buy, and sell stocks. He offered to buy me some stocks and a bitch like me was all about making money. I wasn’t about to turn that down at all. He asked for my account number. I didn’t ask why I just gave it up like a fiend hands over the money for dope.

After every date he was depositing $5,000 plus into my account. I wasn’t mad at the money, but he was demanding too much attention. He was too damn clingy for a single bitch like me. He kept begging me to eat my pussy, but that was against my terms of this even exchange. They were paying for my time not my pussy. I was getting so tired of his ass and was looking for a reason to dismiss him. I didn’t want to miss out on all the dough he was dishing out. I started thinking about it a date was $5,000 so head umm… maybe… I should and eventually I agreed.

Sam went ahead and got us a suite at the Trump Towers Hotel. We went from the Jacuzzi to the balcony then to the bed. I undressed myself and crawled onto the bed. He kept his clothes on as I requested then crawled between my legs. He then spread open my pussy lips with his stubby fingers. He was salivating over my pussy like a savage beast. I believe he had an obsession for eating pussy. He had to the way he drooled at the sight of it.

He had a good technique going. He slid two of his thick fingers in and out making my pussy moisten. His fingers filled my vagina like a dick. His tongue glided between the creases of my pussy, then into my tight walls, and onto my clit. He pulled his dick out from his shorts and put me on top of his face. He gripped his dick with one hand stroking it up and down.

I continued to fuck his face tossing my pussy back against his tongue. Damn I wasn’t the slightest bit attracted to him. I wasn’t looking forward to even letting him taste my pussy. I didn’t want to like it but I had to give it to him, his head was definitely in my top five. He squeezed his dick tight pumping it fast and hard while I smothered his face with my pussy. His cum shot into the air then he stroked it slow and long until the last drop.

Now able to focus on giving my pussy his undivided attention I felt the temperature rise and the pleasure increase. My moans were becoming harder to hold back as he rolled his tongue in circles on the tip of my clit.

“Umm…oh…ah…um…ah…oh…oh!” I moaned. I grabbed his head guiding it to the spot where I felt my orgasm itching and tingling. I leaped into the air off of his face attempting to run away from the pleasure. He held onto my thighs pulling me back down until my orgasm ceased. Knees weak and wobbling, I gathered up my things and left his ass lying in bed with a stiff cock.

I hope he hadn’t planned on me spending the night. I didn’t want him to get comfortable with the idea because it was just a one night stand. I checked my account the day after to see how much he had blessed me with. Sam had put $15,000 dollars in there. My bank account was looking fat. Good I said smiling now I can erase his ass.

Tom was a developer, Real Estate mogul, and Investor. All week I had been hearing on the radio about a seminar he was having. It was on how to make money investing in the Real Estate market. The event was getting so much buzz that I just had to be a part of it. Only I wasn’t in it for the information. My purpose was to snag him. He was young, rich, and handsome with his blond hair and blue eyes. His stage presence was powerful as everyone in the room with ears and eyes open soaked up his knowledge and techniques.

Once he finished with his presentation and answered all the questions he began packing up his things. The other guests mingled networking amongst each other. While they were drinking wine and eating cheese I went in for the kill. “Excuse me Tom is it” I said to his back side. “Yes” he said not expecting the sight before his eyes. “Yes it is to what to I owe this pleasure?” He asked.

“How could I learn more about the points brought up in this seminar?” I inquired. “I could give you some one on one mentoring if you would like” he offered. “When may we get started on that?” I asked. “How about we discuss it over dinner?” he suggested. “Sure” I replied. “Let me just wrap things up here and we’ll be going” said Tom. Men always wanted to take a bitch out to dinner, but what could I say I had to eat.

At dinner he was straightforward. He told me he didn’t have a lot of time lately since he was on the road promoting his book (Billion dollar investments). He lived out of state which was cool with me. I didn’t want his time I just wanted his money. He called me whenever he had time asking me if I needed anything.

Of course I hit his ass across the head for thousands at a time and whatever else I wanted. When he came in town he made sure he took me out on the town and showed me a good time. One day especially he had called to let me know he was in my city. He said he had a special surprise for me. You know a bitch like me love surprises. He took me to this nice town home and condo subdivision.

At first I thought he was taking me to another one of his promotional events. I was surprised when I found out he was buying me my very own investment property. I was so happy. I jumped up and down for joy hugging, kissing, and thanking him. I had excellent credit so it wasn’t a problem for me to obtain financing. He paid $10,000 down and all the closing costs. He handed me the keys to my new money maker. He even found me a renter I was set.

Since I had gotten rid of Sam I decided to go out on the prowl and find a possible replacement for him. I went out to a classy restaurant and club. They had great food, music, and most importantly men. That’s where I met Miles. He was out with his college roommates and I was on a solo date. I was drinking some fine wine and eating an 8oz steak dinner with perfect table manners. He was standing at the bar when he noticed me sitting alone.