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“Did you come to
swirl,
or are you going to continue to sit there and miss out on all this fun?” I heard a voice say.

I looked to my right and my eyes almost popped out of their sockets. Good lawd! All I wanted to know was whether it was real. I had only read about Mandingo, never imagined I would be meeting his back-breaking, pussy-beating, booty-spanking ass tonight. I swallowed the last bit of champagne that was marinating my tongue. My lips moved but I couldn’t hear myself speak. I was
dicknotized
! After a minute or so, I was able to come to my senses. “I’m sorry. What did you just ask me?”

The host, the man with the colossal, hooked dick and potato bags for nut sacs, smiled at me. His smile was definitely a blush. I figured he was used to this type of reaction from women; especially after walking up on them with all his goods hanging out. He moved closer; my drifting eyes broke their fixation. I finally admired his oiled, bald head and bulging biceps. His skin mirrored
mine and his eyes were the color of cognac. Being as fine and meaty as he was, I was able to look past his five-foot, four-inch height.

“I was just asking if you were going to swirl with the rest of us. A lady as beautiful as you shouldn’t be sitting here all alone.”

This time I smiled, blushed. My nerves were starting to embarrass me. My eyes roamed again, back to his midsection. I gathered my horny thoughts. “It’s actually my first time here. Normally, I’m not this … shy.”

“I see,” he replied, licking the lust off of those chocolate full lips. “Well, do please allow me the privilege of showing you around.”

No harm in that, I figured. “Sure. I’d like that,” I said.

I rose from my seat, towering over him in my heels. I felt like a giant standing next to him. He placed his hand on the small of my back and led me through the club. I would not have believed anything I saw that night had I not witnessed it for myself. There were men and women engaging in hot, passionate sex in every direction my heels clicked. There were women sucking dick, fucking dick, and jacking off dicks, just as there were men eating pussy, fucking pussy, and fingering pussy. I had seen it all, or so I thought.

Mr. Five-Four led me through a side entrance of the club, the Champagne Room. R&B music wafted over sexually induced lovers, intermingled with glorious cries of hot erotic pleasure. Candles burned, contributing to the heat radiating throughout the sex room. My attention immediately turned to the couple in the back, fucking in open view on a makeshift bed. I nearly swallowed my tongue, rendered speechless.

“Are you okay?” Five-Four asked me. I nodded, again speechless, but horny and desperate to feel what every woman in that
room was experiencing at that very moment. “Well, I’m going to go back upstairs for a minute. I’ll be back to check on you.”

This time when he spoke, I heard my pussy say,
“Please, don’t leave us.”
My facial expression and body language said the same. As he turned to leave, I made my way to a comfortable spot arranged with a black velvet chaise and a mini fruit tray accompanying a bottle of chilled champagne. I took a seat and poured myself a drink, never taking my eyes off the X-rated entertainment playing before me. I watched in envy, silently wishing that I could trade places. It was torture, sitting there watching, and from the looks of it, I was their only audience.

On the makeshift bed, the woman’s head bobbled on her partner’s dick, causing her wild, two-toned spiraled curls to stand out like a 1970’s Afro that had been mingling with the wind. They were indeed creating their own remix of Kama Sutra, because as her long, talented tongue slid up and down his stiff length, two of his fingers were penetrating her asshole. I shifted in my seat, my hot and throbbing pussy growing wetter by the second. I took another sip of my drink, expecting the bubbly liquid to cool down my furnace, but instead, all it did was make me hornier and more desperate than I already was. So horny that I wanted to rip my clothes off and join the action. So desperate that I wanted to shove her off his dick and stuff it in my dripping pussy, then demand him to finger-fuck my asshole.

There were sex shows going on all around me but there was just something special about the thick and sexy sistah that had realized by now that I was watching her … them. The way she licked and curled her lips intrigued me. The way her ass jiggled with every movement aroused me. And the way she deep-throated his dick inspired me. Finally, her smile landed my way. I returned the gesture, feeling somewhat embarrassed by being
caught red-handed watching them in the act. I hadn’t realized how relaxed I had appeared or how intoxicated I might have been. All I knew for certain was the obvious—I needed to get laid.

No sooner had that reminder settled in my mind than she began sauntering in my direction. Her flawless latte-colored skin, almond-shaped, bright brown eyes, and full luscious lips were the incarnation of natural beauty. Her walk was like moving poetry; fluid, liberating, and extremely enticing. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, unsure of the actual reason why she had interrupted her fuck session, hell,
our
fuck session.

“Hello, I’m Leo,” she greeted me right off the bat. I was taken aback because she damn sure didn’t look like a Leo. Leo was a guy’s name. “My zodiac sign is Leo, but it’s my handle when I’m here, as well,” she added, reading my mind.

“Oh. Very pleased to meet you,” I said, shaking her hand, wanting to skip the formalities. I tried to remember what name I had put in my file, but couldn’t, so I gave her my real name, figuring she probably wouldn’t have believed me anyway. No one did. “I’m Scarlet.”

“The newbie,” she acknowledged. A sinister look washed over her face. I chuckled.

“Wow, is it that obvious?”

She nodded her head vigorously. Again, I chuckled.

“So tell me, Scarlet, did you come to swirl?”

This time I skated around the question, trying to see where it would lead me.

I looked Leo deep in her eyes, slid my tongue across my bottom lip and said, “Depends.” Yes, I was flirting with the idea of fucking Leo, although I had never been with, or thought of being
with, a woman. I could easily justify why my thinking had suddenly been altered. I was horny … desperate … inebriated.

“Depends,” Leo repeated, seduction lurking in her voice. Her eyes smiled as they traveled up and down my body. I’m not sure why I cared whether she found me attractive or not. I had come tonight for dick. Not pussy. So her opinion of me should not have mattered. But it did.

Leo motioned for her partner. He joined us, his dick still hard as a rock. Leo dropped to her knees and began sucking his dick as if her life depended on it. She started off slow, massaging his balls at the same time, and then quickened her pace. My pussy begged to come out and play. Before I knew it, my racing hormones had gotten the best of me. I began inching my dress above my thighs and proceeded to shed my undergarment.

Leo was still going to work but I couldn’t suppress my needs any longer. I joined her on the floor. With his full-grown dick still in Leo’s mouth, he reached over her and assisted me in pulling off my dress. I had never experienced a threesome before but I was sure that somewhere in the crevices of my wild imagination that very fantasy existed.

Now that I was completely nude, the insecurities I normally had when it came to my body vanished. Leo didn’t mind sharing her space and escort with me. She slowly withdrew his dick from her mouth and gave me a reassuring smile.

“I saved the best for you,” she said. Without wasting another second, I gobbled his dick like it was a stuffed turkey. I could feel Leo’s hands caressing my huge ass and that drove my pussy insane. I had mastered the art of fellatio. All those erotic books and sex videos had taught me everything I knew.

Seizing the moment, I curled the tip of my tongue and slowly
swept it across the head of his dick before tracing it with my lips. I then bottled as much of him as I could, which to my surprise, was the entire thing. My lips blew kisses to his twins while my tongue gave him the best dick bath he’d probably ever had in his entire life. I could feel every ounce of his excitement pulsating through my mouth. His pre-cum tasted like honey barbecue sauce. The hint of champagne I still savored on my tongue gave it the perfect amount of zest. I simply loved a tasty dick.

My pussy purred for attention while my chocolate nipples grew into bullets. I opened my eyes when I felt Leo slide in between us. She took his balls into her mouth and commenced to outperform me. A hum was coming from her throat and when I looked up, the man’s eyes were rolling to the back of his head.

“Don’t stop,” he told Leo. “Just like that, baby.” My left hand found its way between my sticky thighs. I could no longer deprive my pussy.

I slid one … two … three fingers inside my warm opening. I was so wet and slippery, my own fingers began paddling through the waves.

“I’m about to cum,” I heard him say. I almost gave myself whiplash. There was no way he was busting a nut before me. I jacked my fingers out of my juice box and instantly stopped sucking his dick. Reading my mind yet again, Leo discontinued her little thing as well.

I turned and kneeled over the chaise, my juicy brown ass in the air. I arched my back and spread my glistening swollen lips for the two of them to notice. Before I could say one word, he entered me in my new position. I was sure he felt the tension in my pussy—the abandonment. He stroked me like a faithful lover, slow, deep, and with dedication. This stranger fucked me
like he had known me all my life. Like he appreciated every second of being inside of me.

I squeezed my nipples before taking each of them into my mouth.

“This what you wanted?” he asked, slapping my ass. It bounced back like Jell-O. He spanked it again.

“Fuck me harder!” I panted, losing my breath. He obliged. He drove his dick farther inside me, waxing the floor of my kitty cat. I looked to my right to find Leo at the foot of the chaise, masturbating. Our eyes connected briefly as I watched her fingers move ferociously in and out of her wetness.

“Oh, shit!” I sang, nearing my peak. He lifted my ass cheeks to take some of the weight off his dick. Then, just when I thought it was almost over, he eased one finger inside my virgin anus. I could no longer hold it and, before I knew it, I was cumming all over his dick. I could hear Leo reaching her orgasm as well, but our dear friend was still going with the same stamina as earlier. Still fucking me double-dutch style. I was being jumped by his dick and his finger. Yes, my pussy was being hijacked.

Leo got back on her knees. I could feel her warm breath blowing over my pussy. She took his nuts back into her mouth. Doing that fancy thing she had done earlier.

“That’s right, baby,” he praised. She began tugging on his balls. My head drifted back and that’s when I noticed the mirrored ceiling, the mirrored walls, all for the first time. I watched him fuck me hard … fast … just like I liked it. Shortly after, he and I exploded all over each other.

As I was leaving the Champagne Room to get cleaned up, I walked past a half-opened door. The soft jazz music playing was what lured me in. Following the concoction of cigars and perfumes, I stood frozen as my eyes feasted themselves on a room
full of mostly women, watching, imitating, and enjoying every single activity taking place next door. What I had mistaken for wall mirrors had instead been a showcase window. On the other side of it was the Voyeur Closet. I was stunned as I realized they had been watching me. I tried to leave before anyone could notice, but not before peeping behind the red velvet curtain on my left.

The club owner’s hand was sliding up and down his banana-shaped dick as he held one of the several folders piled on his desk. The folder had the name Jade written on it. I strained my eyes, trying hard to see exactly what it was that he was looking at. I took another step. And then another, being as quiet as I could possibly be. He began chanting something. “Horny … desperate.”

The closer I got, the more was revealed. Five-Four was masturbating to something in that folder. His breath quickened. My heart raced and my skin crawled as I broke out in a hot sweat. “Horny … desperate.” Thick and creamy cum erupted from his dick, filling his hand. The folder fell out of his hands, landing faceup. As he reached to pick it up, a picture … my picture … slipped out.

Tight Jeans

Giselle Renarde

The moment she slid them up her thighs, she was sixteen all over again.

Ryan laughed as he joined her in the bedroom. “Did you ever think the eighties would come back to haunt you?”

“Oh, it’ll be fun. You’ll see.” Zipping up her acid-washed jeans, Angelique let the denim close in around her hips. They were tight. Oh, God, were they tight! The seam between her legs rode her clit hard. The crotch was already wet against her bare flesh. It wasn’t normally her style, but tonight she was going commando. Without meaning to, she writhed against her wonderfully tight jeans. This was high school all over again. This was adolescence in all its nymphomaniacal glory. This was ecstasy in pants.

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