by Cairo
I lean in ‘n’ kiss her on the lips. “No doubt, bae. You know I got you.” I kiss her again, then turn to leave outta the kitchen.
“Um, baby…?”
I turn back to face her. “Yeah, wassup?”
“You never said what kind of work you’re going to be doing for this guy? Unloading boxes?”
“Nah, baby. Meat-packin’.”
I wink at her, walkin’ outta the room, leavin’ her wit’ a smile on her face. My baby’s just happy her man’s gonna be bringin’ home some bread.
I ain’t gonna front, yo. The last few weeks have been crazy as fuck. My clientele list is growin’ mad fast thanks to word of mouth. News of this good hard dick is spreadin’ like fire.
When my paper was low Nivia made a slick-ass comment about me goin’ out ‘n’ slingin’ some dick. That stays stuck in the back of my head. So now I’m slingin’ this dick e’ery which way to whomever is willin’ to kick out that paper.
I don’t give a fuck. It’s whatever. Singles, couples, whatever…if that cash is right, I’m ready to rock. You want shit, you want piss, you want hard dick…I got you.
Don’t get it twisted, though. I ain’t tryna do this shit forever; just until I find me a legit job. Ain’t no way I’m tryna let Nivia catch me out there wit’ my dick out if I am bringin’ that paper home to her.
It ain’t cheatin’. But the shit still ain’t something she’d be aiight wit’, even if she was the one who put the idea in my head in the first place.
Nivia would be ready to leave my ass if she knew I’ve lucked up ‘n’ got four steady clients ‘n’ two couples—not includin’ the muhfucka who likes me to come through ‘n’ shit on him—who wanna tag team their wives wit’ me, or sit back ‘n’ watch me screw their wives solo.
I know Nivia ain’t mean it literally when she told me to go out ‘n’ fuck for money, but still she put that shit out there ‘n’ hey…it is what it is.
Still, I know I’ma have’ta let this shit go in a minute.
But, word is bond, yo. In the meantime, I’ma sling this dick ‘n’ get that bread.
I’m only checkin’ for them caked-up, freaky muhfuckas who don’t mind comin’ up off’a that paper, point-blank, period.
So until this job shit comes through, if you know anyone lookin’ for a good hard fuck or freaky fun time, let ’em know I got some big, hard dick for hire.
IF YOU ENJOYED “DIRTY HEAT,” KEEP THE FIRES BURNING
WITH THIS SNEAK PREVIEW FROM
BY CAIRO
COMING SOON FROM STREBOR BOOKS
Hidden behind thick mahogany doors, a decadent sea of pleasure awaited everyone who stepped across its threshold.
The sign above the doors that opened up into the club’s Italian-marbled foyer read: ENTER IF YOU DARE. LEAVE BEHIND YOUR APPREHENSIONS. SURRENDER TO YOUR DESIRES…AND STEP INSIDE THE PLEASURE ZONE.
Nairobia smiled wickedly.
The sweet notes of “Send Me Out” by Kelela played as flames swayed across the stunning fountain’s water on the club’s second level. The song was sexy. The artist’s voice poured out of the speakers like warm honey. And it made the air around Nairobia thicken with sexual energy. She skimmed a hand down her neck, then allowed it to glide down over her pulsing body.
The club’s grand opening had exceeded her wildest expectations. It was close to midnight, the bewitching hour—the freak hour, and the club was packed with hard-bodied hunks and curvaceously heeled women ready for a night of decadence.
Nairobia’s tongue slid across her teeth as she gathered the drool that formed in her mouth, and swallowed. Salacious thoughts and forbidden desires bloomed into sinful realities right before her and she was…well, she was shamelessly wet.
Sweet pussies slid down hard dicks. Thick dicks pushed through swollen cunts; balls pushing against asses, while wandering hands skated up bodies to cup bouncing breasts. The music and the delicious sounds of orgasms echoed around the club. Permeated its walls.
And Nairobia was floating.
On lust.
On mounting desire.
Nipples peaked, her gaze swept around the sensual space, her arousal heightening. The luminosity of the flickering firelight from the gas lamps reflected beautifully off tiled mosaics of notoriously lusty satyrs and maidens. The walls illuminated by the fire’s glow and its dancing flames gave the illusion that the satyrs were moving, their hips thrusting.
She felt herself growing lusciously wetter.
Not from the room’s ambiance, but from the sight of a mocha-colored, mink-lashed vixen being ravaged by three delectable, broad-shouldered chocolate hunks. She was straddling the one with the braids, his long legs stretched out along an oversized burnt orange leather sofa as his hips thrust up in her, slicing into her cunt. Another, dark chocolate with dreads, was in back of her, his large hands on either side of her ass cheeks, the ring of her anus stretched around the head of his jumbo-size dick as he eased himself in and out of her, loosening the way inside her tunnel. The third hunk, bald, caramel-coated bliss, stood with both his hands on his hips, his legs spread wide, his balls dangling over Mr. Braids’ face as Mink Lash licked the head of his dick.
Nairobia felt the urging need to squeeze her thighs together, and she did.
There was a deep throb, a sweet aching, spreading through her pussy as she watched the four lovers in the throes of unadulterated pleasure. Her cunt caught fire, enflaming her slickened lips. She could feel the flames quickly spreading through her asshole, swirling up and around her clit. Her whole body became engulfed in heat.
And she needed relief.
She needed something long, hard and thick to hose down the inferno raging inside her.
She needed to be…fucked.
And the hedonistic sounds of hot, raw, sweaty fucking only coiled her desires tighter and tighter, squeezing her soul helpless until she found herself nearly breathless.
Nairobia knew she needed to turn on her heel and flee to the comforts of her plush office and watch all of the fucktivities from the safety of monitors that gave her a bird’s-eye view of every wicked, every sordid, every salacious act performed in every part of her establishment before she broke her rule and joined in. Temptation was gnawing away at her resolve.
Yet, there she stood.
Fixed on the glorious sight before her.
Mink Lash opened herself to her three stallions, giving into the dick and the heat. She moaned loudly over the music. There was a delicious rhythm all three cocks found, thrusting and retreating, fucking into her holes. Pure bliss coated Mink Lash’s face as she grunted and groaned and writhed around each thrusting cock.
Nairobia knew all too well the delicious feeling of being penetrated in all three orifices, pussy and ass and throat stuffed balls deep. She almost envied the busty vixen as she captured their meaty cocks in her greedy holes.
Bitch.
Watching the foursome was slowly uncoiling all her self-control, and Nairobia knew it. She felt it. But she wasn’t ready to leave. No. Not yet.
So she prowled closer.
The voyeur in her wanted, no needed, to see more. They knew she was watching them and they fucked with wild abandon, wanting to be seen. Wanting to be heard. Wanting their wet, scented heat to be savored.
Nairobia seductively licked her lips, breathing in the aphrodisiac.
She wanted to bite into the air and swallow up the musky heat.
“Yes, my loves,” she rasped, edging over toward the sofa. “Stretch her to the hilt. Fuck into her soul.” She stalked around the sofa. “Fuck haar ademloos…” Fuck her breathless.
She found herself taking a slender, manicured finger and ever so lightly sliding it down Caramel-Coated’s spine, then over the globes of his muscled ass. She reveled in its magnificence. Next to a long thick dick, a man’s beautiful muscled-ass was another one of her weaknesses.
He thrust hard into Mink Lash’s mouth and then slowed. “Open your fuckin’ mouth,” he ordered. She did what
she was told, and he slid his dick gently over her tongue, rubbing the tip over her lips before plunging back inside the wetness of her juicy mouth. Mink Lash gagged. “Suck that dick,” he growled.
Nairobia smiled. Mink Lash was a good, greedy bitch. She knew how to submit to the dick. Nairobia admired that. And obviously so did her three lovers. Her pussy and ass and mouth were spread wide with cock. Caramel-Coated feathered a hand over Mink Lash’s cheek, then took her head and held it in place, thrusting, deeper, pushing every inch of himself to the back of her throat.
“Yes, my love,” Nairobia whispered in his ear, “clog her throat with your hard cock. Crush her windpipe, my darling.” Spit splashed out of Mink Lash’s mouth, her eyes watered. Nairobia slapped Caramel-Coated’s ass and he let out a groan.
The freak in her wanted to drop down, spread her warm hands over his sweat-glistened gluteus and reward him with a tongue lick or two along the crack of his ass.
But she resisted.
She preyed around him. Moved onto Dark Chocolate. She allowed her hands to stretch out across his thick shoulders. She stood in back of him, her body practically pressing into his, and marveled in the feel of his muscles as they fanned out. She ran her hands along his traps. Then caressed his delts, before spreading out over his back again. Her hands slid down to cup his ass and her mouth watered. Unlike Caramel-Coated’s smooth, hairless ass, his was lightly covered with hair along the seam of his ass. Nairobia gripped it and he thrust himself deeper, his cock getting lost inside the warmth of Mink Lash’s ass.
Mink Lash mewled, her big bouncy ass sucking in his dick as Nairobia glided her hands underneath him and cupped his low-hanging balls. She lightly bounced them in the palm of her hand. They were heavy. And hairy. As was his cock. And it looked scrumptiously heavy as it disappeared in and out of Mink Lash’s ass; the thick, curly hairs at his groin brushing against her flesh.
Nairobia’s own ass clenched in want. Desire settled in the pit of her cunt and spread along her inner walls, tightening viciously around her clit, spreading like a wildfire.
Her voice heavy with lust, she muttered words in Dutch. Told him to shove his cock deep in her ass, to fuck her shitless.
He groaned in response. She moved onto Mink Lash. “Yes, my darling,” Nairobia whispered, leaning into her ear as she gurgled and clutched around a mouthful of cock. “Surrender to the dick. Worship it. Let it own you, my love. Or,” she sweetly warned, “I’ll put a crop to your ass, my darling.”
She reached for one of Mink Lash’s taut nipples, and pinched it. Twisted it.
Mink Lash screamed. Cried out as her three lovers impaled her with their engorged cocks. They fucked her mercilessly. She struggled for breath. Then cried out again. Her yell was sharp, echoing out across the room as they savagely shredded her throat and ass and cunt to pieces.
Arousal hummed through Nairobia’s veins. She felt her entire pussy quiver and tingle with need. There was no way she would get through the night without clutching a dick into her cunt and orgasming around it.
Oh, how she would love the feel of a warm nut coating the walls of her pussy. The thought only fueled the fires of lust enflaming her.
She was ready to come. Not later tonight. Not tomorrow.
Right now.
And she would.
Cairo is the author of Between the Sheets, Slippery When Wet, Big Booty, Man Swappers, Kitty-Kitty, Bang-Bang, Deep Throat Diva, Daddy Long Stroke, The Man Handler, and The Kat Trap. His travels to Egypt inspired his pen name.
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ALSO BY CAIRO
Between the Sheets
Ruthless
Retribution
Slippery When Wet
The Stud Palace (ebook original)
Big Booty
Man Swappers
Kitty-Kitty, Bang-Bang
Deep Throat Diva
Daddy Long Stroke
The Man Handler
The Kat Trap
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