Gentrified

by Kirsten McCurran

  She gobbled up his cock as quickly as he could feed it to her. He held her head and fucked her mouth back and forth on his shaft. He pushed as deep as he could. Nicole didn’t resist when he went too deep and she choked. She just sucked harder.

  “Yeah, suck that fucking dick, girl. Take it all,” he moaned, staring down into those brown eyes.

  Maybe it was because his dick was in her mouth, but he could lose himself in those eyes. It made him realize that despite his quest to bed her best friend, Winston had real feelings for Nicole. She had become more than a fling to him. That could have complicated things, but she just encouraged him to fuck Jessica—only proving how right she was for him. For the first time in a long time, Winston wondered if he might have a future with someone.

  Nicole held onto his forearms and dug her nails into his dark flesh, and her eyes were wide. He could see she was choking again, but he waited until the last second before pulling his cock out of her mouth. She gasped and coughed, her spit dripping from him. Winston lifted her by the shoulders and she stood on unsteady feet. A quick rip, and her panties were gone. He lifted her again and impaled her on his shaft.

  “Oh fuck,” she cried, arching her back.

  “I love that tight little pussy,” he grunted.

  “Give me that black dick!”

  Nicole reached back and unclasped the sexy racerback bra. She shrugged her shoulders and it dropped off of her as Winston began bouncing her on his cock. She cupped her small tits and teased her puffy raspberry nipples, hanging her head back as she pinched them. He held her slim waist and bounced her on him like she was a fucktoy, which she was in that moment. Her pussy gripped him, fighting every bounce, but Winston had the power to use her as he pleased. And she loved to be used by him.

  “Fuck me!” she demanded. “Fuck my little white pussy!”

  “Nic…” he growled. “Fuck girl! You love that black dick!”

  “Oh god, I love that black dick! Pound me! Goddamit, fuck me! Harder!”

  “Shit…”

  “Yeah…yeah…yeah…I know you need this white pussy! Jess has you all frustrated!”

  “Nic…” he gasped.

  “Give me the fucking you want to give her. You want her little blonde pussy, don’t you?”

  “Yes!”

  “Yeah you do. You wanna make her scream! Make Jess beg for that black dick!”

  “Fuck me…”

  Winston stood and didn’t miss a beat. He turned and Nicole dropped onto the bed, but he was so big that he stayed inside her. Her shoulders rested back on the bed, but he held her hips high so she leaned back at an angle. Nicole kept her legs spread wide and he drove his cock down into her like a demon.

  “Fuck you! Fuck you! Take that fucking cock!” he grunted, nearly slipping and calling her Jess. Nicole did not make it easy to concentrate on her, but he knew she did it to get him off.

  “Yes! Yes! Oh fuck, yes!” she screamed. “Fuck me! Fuck Jess! Take us both to bed and fuck us!”

  It flashed through his mind, the beautiful blonde and sexy brunette, side-by-side on his bed, both begging for his cock, using them at his leisure. He imagined Nicole teasing Jessica until the blonde begged him to fuck her, but then he might take Nicole first, just to make her beg more. He wanted Jessica to see how he made Nicole come before he fucked her.

  Winston was so lost in his thoughts that he was only dimly aware that Nicole was coming underneath him. Her pussy fluttered around him and her legs kicked while she screamed. He pulled her onto his cock one last time, spiking it deep inside her, and grinded against her as he drained his heavy balls. He dropped her hips unceremoniously, and she slipped off his half-hard prick. He knelt on the bed beside her and wiped the sweat from his brow. It had been quick, but intense.

  “Shit, babe. You were amazing,” she said sweetly, caressing his thick forearm.

  He caught his breath and replied, “You know how to push my buttons, Nic. God, you’re good.”

  Winston rolled onto his back and she climbed his body to snuggle against his side. His arm closed around her, cradling the petite woman. Her nails traced crazy patterns on his chest, and he kissed the top of her head.

  “Thank you, Nic. You always know just what I need”

  She reached for his prick and stroked it. “And you have just what I need.”

  “Is that all I am to you? Just a big black dick?” He realized her answer mattered.

  Nicole laughed. “It doesn’t matter that it’s black.”

  “Really?” He looked down at her and her expression became serious.

  “No, not really. I mean, yes, you are the most incredible lover I’ve ever had, and all I want to do is throw myself onto that thing, but it’s not just about the sex. You’re cool, Winston. You’re no bullshit. It’s refreshing to be with a man who’s upfront about his deal. You’ve never led me on, you’ve never lied. And there’s nothing sexier than a man who takes what he wants.”

  “But it really doesn’t bother you that what I want isn’t just about you? I mean, I don’t want to hurt your feelings or anything.”

  “Thanks, sweetie. No, you don’t hurt my feelings. I get the deal.”

  “The thing with Jessie, that’s just like a fling, you know that, right? She can’t replace you.”

  Nicole sat up and looked at him. “Are you trying to tell me something?”

  “I don’t know. Like what?”

  She stared at him for a long minute and her face softened. “I like you too, Winston.”

  “You really do matter to me, Nic. I don’t just call you over here to fuck. Well, maybe tonight, but you know what I mean. I like it when you’re here. You’re so chill. You’re just so different. You’re so cool.”

  “This is what I like about you, sweetie. You have a soul, and I like it when it shows. And I know you don’t do that easily.”

  “I just want you to know that whatever happens with Jessie, I don’t want it to change this.”

  “Whatever this is.”

  “Exactly.”

  Nicole thought for a moment, then said, “What if I wanted you all to myself? What if I asked you to give up on her?”

  The question stunned Winston. Yes, he cared about her, but it wasn’t something he’d considered, and it wasn’t something he thought Nicole would ever ask. It was part of why he felt the way he did.

  “Are you asking?”

  “No, I’d never ask that,” she replied. “It’s part of what I like about you. It’s hot that you can have any woman you want, but you want me.”

  “You know it.”

  “And I like being part of your little scheme. It’s so hot to see Jess’s seduction.”

  “You might be perfect,” he chuckled.

  “Right back at you.”

  “Maybe we should, y’know, go out on an actual date sometime.”

  “Are we past the booty call phase of our relationship?”

  It didn’t bother him at all that she used the word relationship. “We’ll never be past that, but I think it’s time to take you out and show you off.”

  “What if one of your boys wants to steal me?”

  “Oh, they will. But you know me, I don’t wanna own you.”

  “So you’re willing to share?”

  “It might be fun seeing just how much black dick you can take, Nic.”

  “Oh, you really do mean share. Sounds fun.”

  “Yeah, babe. I’ll share you, but I ain’t just handing you over.”

  “I share you with Jess, you share me. That only seems fair.”

  “You really think she might go for that?”

  “I’m starting to think she might go for anything, after tonight,” Nicole replied.

  “We’ll see. The next move is hers.”

  “You’re really that confident she’ll come?”

  Winston chuckled. “Oh, she’ll come.”

  “Haha. And when she does?”

  “This time there’s no turning back. When Jessie comes to me,
she’s mine.”

  Nicole gripped his growing cock harder. “Mmm, I love when you’re strong, sweetie. Tell me more.”

  twenty

  Jess felt like a weight had been lifted from her shoulders. She would have thought the opposite would be true, once she made the momentous decision to break her marriage vows, but for the first time she had a sense of clarity where Winston was concerned. When she finished her talk with Kyle she’d gone right to sleep and slept like a rock. The following morning, she had a spring in her step when she awoke. She didn’t even feel her usual anxiety about seeing Winston in the morning. Picking out an outfit for him was a joy, and she was disappointed when she did not see him in the morning. Now that the decision had been made, what would she do if she’d scared Winston off?

  Everything wasn’t suddenly so simple. Jess could still lose her nerve at the last moment, and she suspected that if Winston was still interested after last night, he would not be if she backed away again. She did not want to be a tease, but she could not be positive she could go through with it. Giving herself to Winston had been so tempting the night before, but she still didn’t do it.

  Jess flirted with knocking on Winston’s door when she didn’t see him on his stoop in the morning, but that may have led to something, and she really did have to go to work after missing so much time recently. She wondered what he had done when he left. It was hard to picture him standing in the shower and masturbating. All men did that, but she didn’t see Winston doing it because she didn’t think he had to. A man like Winston only needed to make one phone call and he had someone to take care of his needs. So had he done that? Jess burned with jealousy as she pictured some floosy coming over and riding Winston’s dick. It wasn’t fair that Jess got him all riled up and another woman got to take advantage of it.

  Nicole might have been that woman. Why was it so easy to picture her friend with Winston? Was it just because she knew Nicole so well? She could see Nicole in his arms, her moving on top of him, and her arms and legs wrapped around his big, dark body. Maybe it was because they were so similar, except for their hair color, both pale, slender women. Nicole was actually darker-toned than Jess, but the raven hair made her seem paler. Jess truly had a china doll complexion. Another question was why imaging Nicole and Winston together turned her on so much. Jess did not consider herself as much of a voyeur, but it was so easy to picture Winston undressing Nicole, or her holding his thick cock in her hands.

  Jess had to avoid thinking about it too much, or she would have been too distracted to work. She had already used her toy again as soon as she woke, reliving that moment in the basement with Winston. The quick orgasm cleared her head, but the lingering horniness was always right there underneath as she concentrated on her work. She worked through lunch so she could go home early and prepare for her evening.

  It was funny that she never questioned that Winston would be home waiting for her when she chose to go over that night. And she had no idea what she would do if she stood there on his doorstep, resolved to sleep with him, and he just didn’t answer the door. What would she do with all that effort? With a wicked smile she thought she could go down to the local bar and pick someone else up. It would serve Winston right for being so cocky that he would be the man she’d give herself to. What would Kyle say if she did that? She feared he might be even more turned on if she went out and picked up some stranger on her own. Jess thought the sluttier her behavior the more Kyle would like it. She didn’t know how she felt about that. Not that any of it mattered. She could never go out and pick up a random sex partner in a bar.

  Jess took a long, hot bath when she came home from work. The old, deep tub was one of the few things she liked about the old house. It allowed her to sink deep and soak until she felt like she was going to float away. She closed her eyes and let her mind wander. She rehearsed what she would say when she went over to Winston, but everything she imaged sounded silly. She tried seductive, but it was cheesy. She tried casual, but it was too weird. She even imagined Winston opening the door and just grabbing her and dragging her inside. When she imagined that, it was followed by Winston throwing her onto the couch and roughly taking her. Jess started touching herself, but stopped. She wanted to hold back, like she was saving herself for her lover. It was insane, but she really did feel it was akin to losing her virginity again. She was about to cross a new sexual frontier.

  The razor and shaving gel sat on the edge of the tub. There was hardly anything there, but she wanted to be freshly smooth for Winston. Jess drained the water halfway so that her mound was just out of the water when she raised her hips. Touching herself to apply the gel felt dangerous. Every touch near her pussy sent a warm, slow pulse of pleasure through her body. It would be so easy to make herself climax, but she managed to resist.

  Jess gasped and bit her lower lip when she swiped the cool razor over her inflamed mound. The pressure of pulling and pressing on her flesh to make sure she got a nice, close shave only made her throb. She felt ridiculous that the simple act of grooming herself had her so inflamed. Once the job was done, she ran her fingers over her newly smooth mound and shivered. Her thumb touched the patch of trimmed hair above her lips and she got a wicked thought. Winston was totally bare down there, so should she do the same for him? Did he prefer that? According to Cosmo, most guys did. It wasn’t something she’d ever considered for her husband, but now she was going to do it for her lover. It felt so slutty. A couple more swipes of the razor and the patch was gone.

  Jess laid the razor aside and stroked her smooth mound. She closed her eyes and moaned, sinking lower into the water. She could deny herself no more. Her fingers slipped from where her patch used to be to right between her lips and she touched her clit. She gasped and rubbed the little nub furiously, splashing hot water between her legs. The orgasm was so fast, so sudden, that it startled her, and her cry echoed off the old, cracked bathroom tiles. She kept her hand cupped over her pussy and swore she felt it throbbing from her climax. But the quick orgasm didn’t slake her desire for Winston one bit. It was tempting to stay in the tub, but she had to get up and get ready.

  Wrapped in a towel, Jess sat on the edge of the bed fidgeting with her phone in her hands. Her dilemma was, should she text or call Kyle, or should she just go through with her plan—not that she had any plan beyond knocking on Winston’s door and seeing what happens next. Kyle sent a text in the morning saying he loved her, but that was the only communication she’d shared with her husband since their heavy conversation the night before.

  The couple had never discussed a concrete plan, just the vague notion that she would do something before he returned from his work trip. Did Kyle expect she was going to Winston’s so soon? Maybe he didn’t want to know any details beforehand—but weren’t they doing this together, in some weird way? Honestly, part of her didn’t want to give Kyle a chance to back out. Jess was ready to do this and she didn’t want Kyle pulling the rug out from under her at the last minute. Similarly, she didn’t want to tell Kyle she was going and then back out—but was that fair? She put off the decision and went downstairs to eat a light salad before she got ready.

  Jess powdered and perfumed herself. She left her golden hair down and blew a subtle wave into it. She thought she looked best when she looked natural, so there was just a touch of blush on her cheeks and pale lipstick—a touch of kohl around her eyes to bring out their color. She chose little sunflower earrings because they would match her dress and they didn’t dangle. Jess did not wear the little gold cross she often wore, and substituted it for a small, swirling diamond pendant that had been an anniversary present. The dress was easy. Jess went back to the little sundress Nicole had chosen for her the other night. And as her friend had advised, Jess did not wear a bra. Her excited nipples tented out the thin material, obvious at even a casual glance. She chose a tiny pair of navy blue panties and took them on and off several times, trying to work up the nerve to go to Winston pantyless. It felt sinfully slutty, and she fe
ared it was too much. You’re going over there to sleep with him and you think leaving your panties at home sends the wrong message? she asked herself, laughing out loud. She’d been sipping wine while dressing and drained the glass before deciding to leave her panties on the bed.

  Jess posed in the mirror and snapped two shots. In the first, she struck a sexy pose to show Kyle her outfit. The second pose was sexier; she pulled up the side of the dress to show her bare hip, revealing her lack of panties. She texted both photos to her husband.

  -I’m on my way over to his place

  K: really? You’re going to do this?

  Jess was suddenly seized with indecision. Was he asking because he didn’t want her to do it? She couldn’t second guess herself. She couldn’t let Kyle shake her confidence.

  -Yes. It’s time.

  K: You’re hot, Jess. I’m jealous.

  K: In a good way

  -I’m nervous

  K: Don’t be. Just have fun. Can’t wait to hear all about it. Love you

  -love you

  With that, Jess stepped out the front door and crossed the street. The narrow city street suddenly seemed like an impassible gulf, and she was so entranced that she stepped in front of a car, which loudly honked at her. She waved an apology and scampered the rest of the way.

  It was hot out, and Jess felt sweat beading on her forehead. It was now or never. She knocked. Seconds stretched out into decades. What if he wasn’t home? What if he thought she was a tease and lost interest? She felt herself quaking and began turning away when the door opened.

  twenty-one

  “What’s up, Jessie?” Winston said, glancing down at her with a knowing smile.

  “I wanted to see you—after last night. Things got a little…”

  “Yeah, they got a little something.”

  “Can I come in?”

  He swept his eyes over her, taking a long look, eyes lingering on her braless breasts and pokey nipples. He must have liked what he saw because he stepped aside, leaving her space to enter. He was so large she still had to brush against him to pass. She walked into his living room and dropped her keys and phone onto his coffee table. He had the air conditioning cranked and goosebumps dotted her skin. Her nipples were painfully hard.