I grazed my fingertips up my defined arm and looked at my man. He wasn’t the best looking man in the world with his thick as bottle bottom glasses and forty pound overweight frame but I loved him and loved the affection he lavished on me when he was mellow, E’ed out and not wrapped up in his feelings. I smiled and kissed his lips. Despite his chubbiness, Fabian made sure he looked dapper wherever he went.
“You look so lindo.” I’d picked out his outfit; a black Gucci cotton silk blend mustique line pinstripe suit complimented by a white Gucci silk button up, diamond butterfly cufflinks and Gucci wingtips.
Fabian saw that I was admiring him and took advantage of the moment. “So that’s the one, ma?” he asked innocently. “She the one we taking home tonight?”
I felt my body tense up momentarily, heat filling my chest cavity. My nostrils flared as I stared at him in disbelief but I quickly calmed myself down and let the soothing effects of the drugs take over. It’s all good for tonight, I thought. I’m in the mood to feel the warmth of a woman’s touch. I looked over at Anais who turned to simper seductively at me. I felt chills run down my neck to the small of my back as I watched the exotic dancer play with her clit through her flimsy g-string. Anais spread her legs and threw her head back in ecstasy, making my mouth and pussy water.
Fabian grabbed my chin roughly and turned my face to his. “What up, ma? It’s like you like her more than you like me. What the fuck is up with that?”
I ran my fingers through Fabian’s curls and let my index finger trickle down the back of his ear. I knew that drove him crazy and would calm him instantly. The last thing I needed was for this nigga to cause a scene.
“Cójelo suave, papí. It’s for you, pa. All for you. I’m just working her to get her to come home with us. I got you, baby.” I teasingly rubbed my hand on his hardening penis and softly traced his ample lips with the tip of my tongue.
Yeah right, I thought simultaneously. I want that bitch for me but if I have to do her while I do you, so be it. I couldn’t have this nigga fuck it up for me.
I struggled with the ecstasy’s tendency to make me emotional. For a moment I thought about the ménage trios we’d had in the past. My heart hurt and I had to blink repeatedly to fight the tears. I just couldn’t believe the things I’d done to hold on to this man. He was not even close to being a GQ nigga and though he spoiled me with expensive gifts of clothing and jewels, what I really wanted he’d never given me - his heart and fidelity. Yet I’d done things for him and put up with shit that I’d always swore I never would for any man.
I can’t think about that right now, I thought. If I get stuck on that shit, this E will fuck my head up and I’ll be crying and moping for the rest of the night. ¡Que se jóda! Fuck it! What’s done is done, I scolded myself. I gulped down a shot of Hennessy and let the warmth fill my chest and alter my mood.
Just then Anais walked over with what looked like hundreds of dollar bills hanging from her G-string and spread out at her feet. I grabbed a wad of dollar bills out of Fabian’s hand, looked at Anais and demanded mischievously, “Work for me baby.” I stood up, winked at Fabian, and began to shower Anais with dollars as the stripper danced for me.
It was obvious Anais had been doing this for a while. She was truly a professional. She took her time with every motion and every change of position. She bent down in front of me and swayed her body in rhythm to the music, mouthing the words to Amber’s “Sexual” as she traced my torso with her fingertips.
“Don’t you know that when you touch me baby that it’s torture/ Rub up against me, I get chills all down my spine/ When you talk to me, it’s painful/ You don’t know what you do to this heart of mine.”
Anais left one hand delicately resting on my ass while her other hand roamed her own body. She began outlining the contours of her sharp-featured, stunning face, then moved down her slender neck to her ample breasts. She brought her nipple to her mouth and giggled as she licked and bit it, all the while watching me entranced.
I bit my lower lip hungrily as I watched her work me. It was like no one else was in the room but the two of us. The fact of the matter was that just about all the guys on our side of the club were fighting for a view of the lesbian show. A number of the guys began to throw five, ten and twenty dollar bills hoping to goad us to go even further in our performance. At that moment, Anais leaned over and lightly wiped the sweat off my brow. She then put her mouth to mine.
I closed my eyes and felt the heat of passion send shivers surging through my body. Our tongues wrapped around one another the way I imagined our bodies would later.
“Can I have some of that?” Fabian asked with a hint of jealousy in his voice. He rammed his face right in between ours, forcing the kiss to end prematurely, and grabbed my waist brusquely. I winced and stared at him with disgust but swiftly wiped the look from my face, giggling at him in an effort to hide my anxiety. I knew he’d make me regret the show I’d just put on. I hoped I could win him over and make him forget by giving him a threesome later on.
That’s when I realized the ruckus that Anais and my display had caused. I saw bills thrown all over the stage - at least three times more than were there before we started. I laughed heartily and looked at Anais who was pointing at my feet. I looked down and all I could see were the bills on top of bills, so much so that I couldn’t even see my sandals. The crowd didn’t just tip Anais. They had thrown bills at me too.
“Encore, Encore!” they yelled as they grinned perversely at one another.
I looked at Fabian and saw the glint of jealousy in his eyes. I sat on his lap and kissed him. He bit my lip cruelly. “I told you this was for you, papí. ¡Suavé!” I said apprehensively, wincing at the metallic taste of blood seeping from the fresh cut on my top lip.
“I’m sorry, mami,” he responded half-heartedly. “It’s the alcohol. You know Crystal makes me bruto. Did I hurt you, ma?” He smoothed the back of his hand across my cheek bone repentantly. I knew better though. It wasn’t the alcohol or the E. It was his possessiveness getting the best of him.
I’ll make it up to him in a couple of hours, I thought. He’ll forget all about this when Anais and I are sucking cum out his dick.
4
I leaned across and tousled Fabian’s hair. He momentarily took his eyes off the road and smirked lustily at me. I looked towards the back seat of Fabian’s 2005 Jaguar S-Type and met eyes with Anais.
“Wow, you’re awe-inspiring in your beauty,” I said aloud without realizing it. I felt Fabian’s fierce look pierce me but chose to ignore it. He pressed his foot on the pedal, sending the shiny white Jag shooting up Gramaton Avenue. He could’ve gone 150 mph and we wouldn’t have known any better. We were enthralled by one another and for the second time since we’d met hours earlier, we zoned out from the real world and entered our own little fantasy.
I mulled over Anais’s crisp complexion. Her skin was a shade or two darker than the champagne leather seat she rested on. Her light brown hair cascaded down the left side of her face framing her chiseled cheekbones. Her lips looked enticing with their light coat of lip gloss. Her red silk halter dress hung loosely but I could just make out her hardening nipples. I licked my lips but before I could say a word, Anais leaned forward and put her index finger to my lips. Our lips touched, soft pecks at first, then deep open mouth kisses. Our eyes clung to one another all the while, barely blinking.
“Come sit back here with me bella,” Anais said sweetly, running her fingers through my waist length hair.
I put my hand on Fabian’s arm, feeling it tense as he gripped the wheel tightly. Without looking, I instructed him softly but firmly to pull over. Fabian reluctantly obliged and opened his mouth in silent protest and disbelief as I got out of the passenger seat and stepped quickly into the back. He adjusted his rear view mirror and gawked enviously as he watched Anais and I grope one another. His dick became rigid as he watched us devour one another.
Anais and I wasted no time with small talk. We allo
wed our passion to encase us like a cocoon. There were no words, no need for them; just hands and mouths against skin. Anais took over with deliberate ease. She subtly pushed me back and looked at me longingly up and down, chewing on her lip, as if to say “let me look at you.” She moved my top to the side exposing both breasts, bowed slightly and licked my nipples in slow circular motions. She took her time. I knew she could feel me shudder as she trailed her fingertips along the small of my spine and suckled my nipple. I was in utter ecstasy and the E amplified the experience tenfold. I moaned as Anais entered a finger slowly into my pussy. She penetrated with shallow thrusts and stroked my g-spot ever so slightly before retreating torturously. I felt my insides throbbing with delight and purred when I felt my pussy explode then implode in orgasm. I giggled and opened my eyes only to be knocked abruptly out of my bliss. I met Fabian’s stabbing gaze in the rear view and knew he was enraged. I smiled guiltily.
“Hold on, precious.”
Anais retreated without question. I leaned forward and put my hand on Fabian’s arm, kissed his face and whispered, “I didn’t forget about you, baby. Don’t worry.”
His features softened and I felt his body relax as I rubbed his arm affectionately. Anais and I held one another during the remaining five minute ride to Fabian’s condo on Tuckahoe Road. I stared at him in the rear view nervously, hoping to reassure him with my gaze. Fabian’s wrath terrified me.
5
“I’m not feelin’ your man, bella,” Anais said as she affectionately pushed my hair behind my ear. Her other hand was around my waist. “This is about me and you beautiful.” She kissed my neck.
“But…” I hesitated and pulled away. I looked back to see if Fabian had parked the car. “He’s my man. He’s gonna wanna get down. I thought you understood that.”
“I don’t want to cause any friction between you and your man, boo, but I have to be real. I’m just not diggin’ him like that. His whole vibe bothers me. It’s hateful and vicious. I came because I want you. I need to feel you.” She drew me close. “I want to please you in a way you can’t imagine. He can watch if he wants but that’s it.” She wrapped her tongue around mine and made me forget about Fabian. Neither of us saw him approach.
“Can I have some of that?” Fabian grabbed both our asses roughly. Anais cringed and tried to hide her repugnance but the quickness of her withdrawal gave it away. Fabian looked at her perplexed but before he could say anything, I planted a wet kiss on his open mouth.
“Wanna play, pa?” I asked, caressing his crotch.
We went upstairs together with me walking deliberately in between Fabian and Anais. When we entered the apartment, I lit candles, put Sade’s Greatest Hits on the surround sound, and served us all tall glasses of Grey Goose and cranberry. I excused myself and went into the bathroom where I prepared a bath of jasmine essence and rose petals in the Jacuzzi.
I could feel the tension in the living room when I reentered. I heard Anais’s pleasant raspy voice singing along to Sade’s Smooth Operator and looked over to see Fabian rolling a huge L of ‘dro. Anais and Fabian sat on opposite sides of the butter leather coach, not looking at or speaking to one another. We puffed the blunt while Sade’s silky voice sang in the background.
When we finished puffing, I led them both to the bathroom. I pecked Anais and sat her down on the edge of the hot tub. “I’ll be with you in a moment,” I said with a flirtatious smile. Before I could turn around, I heard Fabian swiftly unzip his pants, rip off his shirt, popping buttons in his haste, and splash into the hot tub.
Damn, talk about thirsty! ¡Que lambón! I thought unamused, arching my eyebrows at his annoying over-eagerness. I looked over at Anais. Her expression revealed that she was thinking the exact same thing.
Fabian looked at us both with a huge grin, shrugged and asked, “Y’all joining me or what?”
“Now you gotta wait for us,” I responded.
Anais and I slowly began to undress one another in between kisses to the lips, neck and breasts. Fabian bit his bottom lip as he watched. We stepped into the tub. To Fabian’s surprise, I placed myself in between him and Anais. I remembered what Anais had said to me and could tell from her body language that Anais was serious about not getting down with Fabian. I hurriedly kissed Fabian and jerked him off trying to distract him while with my other hand, I discreetly stimulated Anais’s clitoris. Anais grabbed the loofah, poured some Victoria’s Secret Forbidden Fantasy body wash on it and began to gently scrub my shoulders and back.
Fabian stood up and rammed his rock hard penis into my mouth. I gagged and tried to pull back but he grabbed me by the nape of my neck and wouldn’t let go. My eyes watered but I let him manhandle me. I knew that if I tried to stop him, he’d go into a rampage and would kick Anais out or worse, get violent with us both. I sucked him off until he came, which wasn’t long because despite his constant bragging, the truth was he was a three minute man.
Fabian clenched my hair, forcing me to keep his eight inches deep in my throat until the last drop of cum spewed from his dick. When he was done, he carelessly got out of the tub. “I’ll wait for y’all in the bedroom,” he muttered without even a glance back. I hadn’t noticed that Anais had stopped bathing me and was staring open mouthed in shock.
“What the fuck was that?” Her voice held a mixture of anger and sadness.
“That was nothing, ma.” I tried to hide the sorrow. “Now he’ll leave us alone for a while.”
Anais looked at me forlornly and cradled me in her arms. We bathed one another and kissed for what seemed like forever. By the time we went to the bedroom, Fabian had fallen asleep on the chaise longue opposite the California king size bed. We were both relieved but neither said anything.
We fell onto the silk sheets into each other’s arms. Anais grabbed me by the wrists and held them over my head rendering me motionless. She bit me gently but firmly on the lips and neck.
“There’s velvet rope in the top drawer,” I whispered, coyly motioning towards the night table. Anais slipped the smooth cord around my wrists and in between the brass headboard, making it a point to leave them loose enough so she wouldn’t have trouble changing my position. She then proceeded to slowly and methodically lick and nibble me from head to toe.
I whimpered as Anais worked her way down my torso. She left no inch of my body untouched. When she reached my pussy, she licked my Brazilian waxed bikini line and stroked my clitoris but mischievously proceeded to kiss and bite around my crotch and on my inner thigh, not stopping until she reached the point of each toe. She then turned me around and did the same to my back.
I quivered and moaned uncontrollably when Anais reached the small of my back. This was one of my weak spots. I gasped in delight as she began to lick my ass and finger me from behind. Several times I felt like I was about to cum but just when I was about to reach the height, Anais withdrew and began to lick another spot and stimulate another area. I glanced at her, dizzy with rapture, and saw my juices dripping down her chin.
“Release me, please,” I whispered desperately in between each pant of breath. “I wanna touch you, taste you. Let me go.”
“No, bella,” Anais tormented lovingly. “You’re in trouble now.” She flipped me over and began to eat my pussy in a way no one ever had, flitting my clitoris rapidly with her tongue while thrusting her middle finger into my pussy. I wriggled uncontrollably. All at once I wanted to pull away and push Anais further into my crotch. Anais tongued my clitoris and fingered me with increasing vigor until I squirted milky white cum. She licked it up and continued to enthusiastically stimulate my clit and g-spot while I shuddered wildly with orgasmic spasms. She made me cum another two times before finally relenting. She then ran her fingertips lightly over my torso and breasts while I, sweating and wheezing in excitement, caught my breath.
Anais pulled herself up towards my face. She loosened the rope while she kissed me intensely. I tried to mount her but she stopped me. “No, it’s okay, bella. This wasn’t about
me. It was about you.”
“But I want to please you,” I pouted with disappointment.
“Oh you did. I came twice just watching you shake.” She licked my lips. “You are exquisite, mami, and don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.”
We held one another, so caught up in the moment that neither noticed that Fabian had awoken and had been filming us.
6
I opened my eyes sleepily and squinted trying to force my eyes to adjust to the bright sunlight shining through the bay windows. I smiled, remembering the night, and extended my arm, expecting to feel Anais’s soft skin. I groped the silk sheets but came up empty. I opened my eyes fully and looked around the room. Anais was nowhere to be found. Her clothes that had been lying on the red divan across the room were gone as well. I looked over at the chaise longue and saw that bare as well.
“Where is everyone?” I wondered.
I got up slowly and walked lazily to the bathroom. My pussy burned as I urinated; it felt like I had rug burn in my crotch.
“Ooooh,” I winced loudly. “That bitch tore my pussy up,” I said laughing. “Put this ass to sleep.”
I ran the shower and let the warm water cascade over my body. I touched my clit and shuddered, reminiscing about my encounter with Anais. Suddenly I felt a sharp pain in my side.
“Did you enjoy yourself, you fucking whore?!” asked Fabian furiously. He jabbed me in the ribs again and grabbed me by my hair. I struggled to break free. Before I could scream, Fabian punched me in the stomach and ribs, sending ripples of pain throughout my small frame and trapping my shriek in my throat. I collapsed into a heap. He pulled me to my knees by my hair and spat in my face. “What happened? I’m not good enough for you? I’ve never heard you scream like that when I fuck you? That bitch better than me? Huh? You fucking sucia!” He threw me down and spat at me again. He glowered at me pathetically as I balled myself into fetal position and sobbed quietly into my knees. “You fucking dyke!” he yelled as he threw a crumpled up sheet of paper at me. “Your lesbian lover left you a little note before she bounced. And she left you some money too, you fucking prostitute!” He threw the crumpled bills at me and stormed out.
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