shamise got lost in her oral fetish, her up and down strokes causing amani to cry out from her skills and how she made him feel.
“Is she sucking you good, baby boi?” Neferterri teased, watching his face contort as shamise sat up for a moment to tie her hair back. I grinned at her when she did that. It meant she was just getting started.
“Yes, she’s sucking me so good, my Goddess!” amani replied, trying to get the answer out before feeling shamise’s mouth devoured him again. “Oh my God, her tongue is so good!”
“I think he needs something to keep his mouth occupied, precious,” Ramesses commented. “Sit on his face so he can put that tongue to good use.”
He didn’t have to tell me twice!
I sat over his face, making sure I was still able to watch my sis hard at work getting his shaft slick and wet. Feeling his tongue focusing on my lips and my clit and watching her stroking him with her mouth, I found it difficult to stay upright. I wanted to suck, too, and I leaned down for a moment to make eye contact with her to let her know what was on my mind.
“Switch,” I heard Daddy command. “shamise, sit on his face. sajira, make him come.”
Fuck, I was this close to getting mine when he uttered the order.
I reluctantly pulled my sex away from his mouth as shamise mounted him, and I knew she was already close because when she performed orally, she could come from the sensation alone.
I moved up and down on his dick, determined to make amani come all over my hands and mouth before Daddy commanded us to switch again. I tightened my lips around his length, sucking him deeper with each up and down motion, feeling his hips tightening, giving me the signs he was almost ready to explode.
“Make him come, sis, he’s eating me so good!” shamise trembled from the pending waves of orgasmic bliss ready to overwhelm her. “Daddy, he’s gonna make me… can i come, please?????”
“Should we let her come, Beloved?” Daddy kissed Goddess as he made the inquiry.
“Daddy, please?!?!?! amani’s got me there; please, i’ve been a good girl, i promise!”
“Yes, I think it’s okay for her to come, Beloved,” Goddess responded. It wasn’t hard to figure out they were in a sensually sadistic mood, reminding us that they were still in control when it came to our pleasure. Even in this threesome, they directed every scene, every position, for their pleasure.
I felt amani bucking under me, ready to explode. “Daddy, amani’s almost there…do i?”
“Milk him dry, precious,” Daddy replied, a smirk on his face as I looked back to seek his permission. “he’s been dying to have you both, so let him have his wish.”
I rapidly flicked my tongue over his head while my fingers jacked him off. His hips lifted off the floor, and the warmth of his eruption spilled over onto my fingers. I could tell it had been a minute since he was allowed to come because the second load shot in the air and landed on his stomach.
“Fuck, no fair…i was…supposed to…come!” shamise tried to breathe through the shockwaves that hit her. She braced herself against amani’s tongue, realizing he wasn’t about to stop until he was told to. “Oh fuck oh damn oh fuck oh shit oh my God!”
“Switch.” This time, I heard Goddess speak, but I felt the sex dripping from her voice. I stole a glance and saw she was slowly riding reverse cowgirl on Daddy, trying to sound like she wasn’t enjoying herself. “shamise, doggie-style. sajira, spread so your sis can make you come. amani, you better fuck shamise well; your Sir is watching.”
We switch as commanded, and amani was inside shamise before she was able to get me into position. I lay down, positioning myself under her face, the aroma of my sex mingling in the air. I had a bird’s-eye view of her ass bouncing as amani pounded into her pussy, making her scream out before she buried her face in my wetness. She tried to concentrate on licking me deep, but amani’s directive to fuck her senseless had her body concentrating more on bracing for each stroke. Unable to focus on her oral skills, she moved to slide her fingers inside me, fingering me deep and stroking against my G-spot. First two fingers, then she slid a third one, even while amani held her body prisoner, determined to even the odds and make sure I wasn’t the only one who didn’t come yet.
The way she finger-fucked me, she had my spot and had me coming in no time.
“Daddy… Goddess…please…she’s got me there!”
“Let it go, sajira! you deserve it!” Goddess’s voice trembled. I looked up, and Goddess was on all fours getting fucked on the floor near where we were. She looked so damn good getting fucked by Daddy that I lost it.
I screamed out loudly, my body contorting and moving to get away from my sis, who had a lock on my walls and continued to piston her fingers in and out of me, causing me to squirt all over her hand and wrist.
“Damn, sis, give it to me. Fuck, he’s fucking me so deep!” she said. “He’s…i’m coming…fuck, his dick is so good.”
“Switch.” Daddy tried to sound like he was still in control, but the way I saw it, he wouldn’t be for long. “sajira…shamise…switch.”
amani grabbed for me, his urgency to feel me stoking my desires for him to be inside me for as long as his body would let him. The moment we merged, I shook and adjusted to his girth.
No wonder shamise was screaming to the heavens. This boi was blessed! It’s one thing to have something that big in your mouth, it’s quite another to have him so deep inside you that you can feel him in your stomach.
“Damn, baby, get it!” I cheered him on, feeling him increase the pace and force inside me. I heard my ass slapping against his pelvis, and I lost the ability to get my sis off. “Damn, sis, he’s fucking the shit out of me!”
She moved close to me, kissing me deeply as she rocked with me to absorb the force of his strokes. “Yeah, sis, just take it baby, he’s a monster…let him beat that pussy up!”
I heard Goddess screaming out that she was coming, and it wasn’t until then I remembered they were even engaged in their own personal time together. Hearing her enjoying herself fueled me; being stuck between shamise and amani getting my back blown out was pure bliss.
amani kept up the pace, holding my hips in place as he tore into me. It took everything within me to hold on to shamise as he got into some sort of zone and forgot we were there with him. My ego took over, encouraging him to give me everything he had if he wanted to get some again.
I felt the pressure building and I wanted to get my nut so I could pass out.
“It’s coming, isn’t it, baby?”
“He’s got me coming again, sis…fuck!”
“Don’t fight it, sis, just let him have it.”
amani growled, unable to really form words at that point. He pulled out of me and fell back on the floor, completely exhausted.
We weren’t done with him, though.
We took turns sucking him, at times kissing each other through the blow job we gave him, ready for him to come. He couldn’t take much more, growling deeper, his grunts more guttural now; it was only a matter of moments before we’d be rewarded with the fruits of our labor.
He shook like we’d taken electricity and sent the current through him, his climax taking him down little by little, the explosion less intense than the first one he had, but copious nonetheless.
I grabbed the blanket nearby, content with sleeping on the floor on one side of amani while shamise snuggled on the other side. We looked up, noticing Daddy and Goddess had already snuggled together on the couch, smiling at the spectacle we’d made of ourselves.
“Get some rest, you three. We have guests to see off the island in the morning,” Goddess informed us. “More than likely we’ll stick around for a few more days to rest and relax before heading back ourselves, but tomorrow is going to be exhaustive, so sleep well. Good night.”
EPILOGUE RAMESSES
I had the strangest case of déjà vu.
Yeah, I know, we’ve done this before, but it never got old.
The slaves served
brunch.
The Mimosas were flowing.
Groggy and exhausted island attendees were dragging themselves into the grand dining area to grab food and listen to the outgoing speech before packing up and taking the yachts back to Nassau to head back to their respective home locales.
Gratefully, another endeavor had completed, but not without some bumps and bruises along the way.
Osiris and Seti walked past me as I sat at the main table. A knowing nod from Osiris and a wink from Seti gave me unspoken information that loose ends had been tied up permanently. We would never speak of it again.
Amenhotep enjoyed his role as the support host, instead of being front and center as the eye of the storm that normally happened when things wound down after a large-scale event. He held His glass in my direction, a salute for a job well done. I held my glass in His direction, acknowledging the man who’d made me the Master I was.
Dominic was happy that things were finally over with, and he made sure the security director he’d left in place was more than prepared for anything that would come down the pipeline. After this week, we were definitely at the point of expecting the unexpected. As long as he remained vigilant, things would work out well down here.
I wasn’t stupid, though.
He needed to get back to his girls and the firm. It’s nice to travel for business, but there’s no place like home.
My Beloved kissed my cheek. “It’s time to get this over with, Beloved. We don’t want them to miss their flights.”
I stood at my spot, tapping the side of my glass with a spoon until the crowd quieted. Once they did, I cleared my throat before I spoke. “Good morning, everyone, and we sincerely hope you were able to enjoy the island to the fullest. Thank you all for helping to make the grand opening of the Isle ne Bin-bener a success. We hope you are able to come back soon, and as a token of our thanks, My Beloved and I extend a discounted return engagement to all of you.”
The crowd buzzed over hearing this news, and I smiled at Neferterri as I continued my speech. “This discounted package is contingent upon returning to the island within one year, otherwise, you will be subjected to the normal rates that will apply. For those of you who have memberships to NEBU, Deshret, or Thebes, the discounted packages will not expire, so long as your membership is in good standing. On behalf of My Beloved, along with our House and the island staff and personnel, we wish you a safe journey home, and we’ll hope to see you again soon.”
“This was a wonderful debut, kid. Congratulations.”
Amenhotep, Neferterri and I were on the balcony of the main building, watching the yachts sailing toward Nassau and enjoying a few mixed drinks to keep the buzz going from the Mimosas earlier.
“So, what do You have up Your sleeve next, youngster?” He gave me a look for a minute like I’d already had something planned out. “I have a feeling it’s going to be hard to top this endeavor; I know that much.”
I shrugged. “I put so much attention and energy into getting this place up and running, I don’t have a thing figured out. All I want to do is go home, see my daughters, decompress from this hellacious week, and I can think about the next big thing after about a month of not doing any real thinking.”
He laughed at me, taking a sip of His drink. “Well, it has been a busy couple of years for You, and You still have that security firm to run, too. Maybe You and Neferterri need to take some time off and just let the compounds operate without any major events for a few months?”
Neferterri shook her head, stepping in front of me to lean against me as she faced Amenhotep. “You boys can take a break if you want to, but the ladies and I have already gotten to thinking about what we plan to do.”
The grin spread across Amenhotep’s face as the prospect already intrigued Him. “What did You have in mind, My dear Neferterri?”
She turned around and kissed my lips, her grin as wide as Amenhotep’s. I already had a funny feeling I wasn’t going to like what she had to say. She had “that” look in her eyes. “We can discuss the details later, but let’s just say, You gentlemen will not be needed for this particular event.”
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Obssession
BOOK ONE OF THE Kink, P.I. SERIES
BY SHAKIR RASHAAN
COMING SOON FROM STREBOR BOOKS
ONE
Hate me or love me, I get results…
I’m damn good at what I do. Sure, I bent the rules a little bit, but what cop hasn’t? But I was never…I repeat, never…dirty. You can ask any of my old partners, and they’ll tell you that for a fact.
But when your childhood partner in crime comes calling and says the words I got something I want you to run for me, and then backs it up with capital to keep me happy and away from the P.D., you jump at it quick. That’s what I did a year ago, and I haven’t looked back since.
He and I go way back; in fact, we were damn near partners on the force together. That is, until he decided to start doing his photography thing, and we went our separate paths. I never held a grudge against him about it, though. The way I saw it, things have a funny way of working themselves out, and he always said he would find a way to get me out of the P.D. before he figured that he had to bury me.
Oh, by the way.
The name’s Law…Dominic Law. But you can call me Dom. My now business partner Ramesses called me that when we were in high school and the nickname kinda stuck. But now, instead of Detective Law, you can call me by a different moniker now…
Private Investigator…so you can’t tell me shit now.
Actually, it’s more than that; I run the P.I. business, yes, but I’m also the head of Ramesses’ security detail at the Palace and Neferterri’s security detail at her club Liquid Paradise, so they keep me quite busy with everything that goes on.
But that’s not all; thanks to Ramesses I got a lot of cases that the various P.D.s can’t always deem high priority, especially when sometimes the cases aren’t always “normal” by mainstream standards. After a while, I got the rep for being the “Kink Detective,” and sometimes I could be brought in on a consult for the unusual sex crimes around the ATL area.
Couple that with the fact that because of all these kink-related crimes, I found myself immersed deep inside the BDSM com-munity here in Atlanta, which was fine, because it wasn’t like I wasn’t already into the shit to begin with. I can thank Ramesses and Amenhotep for that. I honestly didn’t think that I would want to be that deep, but when you see how women like Ramesses’ girls and the slaves at the Palace treat a brother, it is very hard to resist learning how to get that same treatment.
Just to be clear, my boy has damn near converted me; my problem, as he saw it, is that I’m the new meat on the scene. Add that with the fact that I’m a heterosexual black man and my best friend (that is mentoring me, by the way) happens to be one of the power players in the Atlanta POC BDSM community, and the women on the scene drool over me because I was a cop at one point in time.
The problem, you ask?
Technically there is no problem, except an ex-wife that happens to be into the same thing that I, when we were married, could really never be a part of because of my occupation. I mean, come on, a cop in the Deep South trying to be discreet doing “kinky shit”?
It’s not gonna happen; in fact, it’s one of the “irreconcilable differences” we had when she filed for divorce. Now, not only am I a newbie in the community, but I have to occasionally run into her at munches or at the Palace when a larger community function is going on, and then hear her damn mouth about it after the fact. I’d dwell on this some more, but you couldn’t probably care less. If you’re like most Americans, you’re simply going to lump me into that collection of oddballs that you think of as “the strange people.” I find it offensive to be lumped into the same group as Jehovah’s Witnesses, and I’m sure they feel the same way about me, but go ahead; I’m used to it.
I’m one of the popular peopl
e at the local munch. Oh, yeah, that’s right; you don’t know the “strange person” jargon. A munch is short for a meet and lunch and that is the proper, and original, term for a gathering of people in the bondage, dominance and sadomasochism lifestyle. Take a minute to add leather to your mental label for me. Go ahead, I’ll wait. You’re wrong, though. Not everyone into BDSM, the lifestyle we call it, is a leather-clad freak. A lot of us, including Ramesses and Amenhotep, I’ll grant you, but not all of us. Not me.
It’s not like that won’t stop Ramesses, though.
Look at me…sounding like Ramesses again.
Damn it.
Well, he’s got me convinced now, but I had no intention of sounding like a damn tape recorder, either.
Munches vary in tone. It’s all to do with the people involved. The South Fulton munch is mostly well-educated and well-employed, so the only difference between one of our gatherings and a meeting of your local Kiwanis Club is…well, damned if I know.
The tone is set by the group leaders; in this particular munch it is Ramesses, Neferterri and Mistress Sinsual, generally the folks who have been around the longest. Mostly people dress casually, blue jeans, dresses, skirts and blouses, clean sneakers, and even the occasional suit.
I tell you this so you can understand why I wasn’t surprised when peaches sat down across from me. Of course, peaches’ not her real name. Let me rephrase that; peaches is her real name in the sense that it’s the only one she’ll answer to because it’s the name her Master gave her. Don’t worry about understanding every-thing, just keep up with Ramesses and me and let the otherness sort of wash over you… like a golden shower.
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