Chapter One
Las Vegas/Penthouse suite
Hitt-Man held her ass cheeks apart as he pounded away at her warm, gooey center. Her twat occasionally farted with each of his thrusts, and a ripple traveled up her chunky bottom. The smell of sex and the sound of clapping filled the air every time his hot, sweaty body collided with hers.
"Ahhh, fuck, faster, faster!" the Somalian dimepiece called out in between eating his wife's pussy. Her head and her perfectly shaped, dark-brown areola breasts bounced up and down with each plunge of Hitt-Man's thick endowment. The dopeman's dick glistened from the flow of her womb's natural secretions.
"Ssssssss," Niqua hissed like a venomous serpent while the dimepiece was sucking on the small flap of meat nestled between her sex lips. The spectacular sensation was driving her wild. She could literally feel the muscles of her kitty contract and spill its juices. "Mmmmmm! Yes, yessss, fuck!" she egged on the bitch that was sucking on her clit and fingering her. She clenched and unclenched her jaws, which caused veins to bulge on her forehead. "Ah, ah, ah, ah!" She humped into her mouth and then bit down on her bottom lip.
Niqua was a chocolate goddess that held an uncanny resemblance to Keisha in the movie Belly, except her tits and ass were enhanced, thanks to the best plastic surgeon in Beverly Hills. Shorty was inked from her neck, to her arms, to her thighs. Her navel and clit were pierced with genuine diamonds. All of these attributes accompanied by her short Cleopatra hairstyle and Egyptian style of makeup made her look like the African American female rappers of today.
Niqua licked her full lips and manipulated one of her nipples since her other hand was holding a bottle of Cristal. She looked down at shorty that was giving her dome and then back up at Hitt-Man. Watching her husband dick down the bitch eating her pussy turned her the fuck on. She couldn't get enough of the shit! He puckered his lips up at her and she puckered hers back up at him. She guzzled some of the champagne, spilling it down her chin. She wiped it away and looked down at the dimepiece who was feasting on her treasure. She poured some of the tasty liquid on her flat stomach. It formed a small river as it flowed down her torso and washed over her vagina. The Somalian dimepiece sucked up some of the bubbly, but Hitt-Man was stroking her so good she looked back at him.
"Just like that! Oh, yes, just like that!" the Somalian dimepiece hollered as Hitt-Man sped up his back shots. His locs bounced as he moved his hips back and forth. The wet clapping sound grew louder and louder, and the smell of sex became heavier inside the suite.
The two million dollars in icy gold jewelry bounced up and down on Hit-Man's shiny, tattooed chest. Sweat leaped from his muscular form and splashed upon her back and ass. The dopeman had a mad dog expression on his face as he plowed into the dimepiece. He smacked her on her booty again, then he sucked on his thumb, making sure it was nice and dripping with his spit. Without warning, he shoved it up the dimepiece's asshole and drew a sensual whine from her.
"You like that shit, huh?" Hitt-Man asked as he watched himself go in and out of the Somalian dimepiece's twat. She was cumming so much that white shit was coating more and more of his dick.
"Oh, yes, yes! I like it, I fucking love it!" the Somalian dimepiece called out with a jovial look on her face. Hitt-Man continued to give her that gangsta dick raw and uncut like he knew her old rat ass liked it. He looked up at Niqua with his locs hanging over his face. All she could see past his locs were his tormented eyes. They made him look like a straight-up beast. She held his intense gaze while he continued to beat that dime bitch's back up.
Hitt-Man knew how much his wife got off to him smashing bitchez in front of her. That shit made her horny enough to bust on the spot! Niqua's hardened nipples and erect clit made this apparent.
"Ah, ah, ah, ah, fuck, y-yes!" The Somalian dimepiece's eyes rolled and her mouth hung open. Hitt-Man saw she wasn't eating his wife's pussy, and that made him mad. He loved busting down a new bitch, but he enjoyed it more knowing his wife was being satisfied too.
"Bitch, shut the fuck up and eat my queen's pussy!" Hitt-Man demanded and mashed her face into his wife's bald twat. He grinned wickedly seeing Niqua squirm and lick her lips, enjoying getting her clit manipulated. She wrapped her legs around the dimepiece's neck. The bitch was sucking on her jewel, fingering her savagely while rubbing on her own shit.
Ain't no fun if wifey can't have none, Hitt-Man thought, looking at the pleasured expression written across his queen's face.
"That's right, ho, eat my shit-eat this pussy!" Niqua whined sensually, rotating and tweaking her nipple. She passed the bottle of Cristal to her husband and focused on her nipples. Her pretty, French-tip-manicured toes curled and her eyes rolled back. Niqua, using her diamond-pierced tongue, licked her top row of teeth erotically. "Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh!" She grabbed a handful of the Somalian dimepiece's hair and threw her head back. She could feel her orgasm building up and up. It felt like she had to piss really, really bad, but that definitely wasn't the case. Niqua stared up at their reflections courtesy of the mirrored ceiling. She observed her husband pour champagne on the bitch they were flipping back and then drink from it thirstily.
Hitt-Man switched hands with the Cristal bottle and occasionally smacked the Somalian dimepiece on her ass as he stroked her from the back. More sweat oozed out of his pores, sliding down his chest, rock-hard abs, and hairy, muscular buttocks.
"Yeah, bitch, eat the royal pussy while the king fucks you from the back!" Hitt-Man commanded and gave her butt another hard smack. Her ass cheek jiggled and a red hand impression appeared. Holding the bottle in his hand, he fucked her from the back faster and made her booty jump. The faster he attacked her from that angle, the wetter she got and the harder she rubbed her clit.
"Uh, uh, uh, uh!" the Somalian dimepiece hollered out with a scrunched face.
"Oooooh, oh! Oh! Oh, shiiit!" Niqua's faced balled up in bliss, and she mashed that bitch's face back into her pussy.
"Eat me, bitch! Eat me!" Niqua urged her. She could feel her orgasm coming ahead, and her legs were shaking. Her ghetto, sexy ass looked like a volcano on the verge of erupting. "I'm 'bouta cum, I'm 'bouta cum!"
"Mmmmmm-mmmmm!" the Somalian dimepiece said with a mouthful of Niqua's phat pussy. Shorty was trying to say 'I'm 'bouta cum' like Niqua. The queen was holding her in place now. She couldn't move an inch, and she wasn't going to until little mama popped off.
"Shit, this pussy tight! On Blood gang, I'm 'bouta bust!" Hitt-Man claimed, balling his face. He could feel his nuts swelling and semen building in his shit. The penthouse suite filled with moans and groans of all the participants in the threesome. The closer they all got to getting off, the louder the moans and groans became until they exploded.
"Aaaahh, fuuuuuuck!" Niqua hollered out and sprayed the dimepiece's face. She then fell flat out on the bed. Her eyes were narrowed and her mouth was open. Her entire body shook like she was a death-row inmate in an electric chair.
"Shhiiiiiiit!" the Somalian dimepiece hollered with bulging eyes and a wide-open mouth. Her juices flooded her thighs as she reached her orgasm. She started shaking just like Niqua and fell flat on her stomach. That didn't stop Hitt-Man from climbing on top of her and placing his fists on either side of her. He pumped her six fast, hard times and bust deep inside of her. Warm, clear globs of his gooey semen splashed against her pink walls. Exhausted, he fell on the side of her on the bed. He lay there hot and sweaty with a thudding heart and semi-hard dick.
"Goddamn. That shit hit the spot!" Hitt-Man emphasized 'spot' and smacked the dimepiece on her ass. She jumped from the sting of the smack, whimpered, and started dozing off to sleep. "What's up, queen? How was it?" He looked toward the head of the bed at Niqua.
"Shit was decent," Niqua replied, exhausted, with a thudding heart. She sat up, looked at homegirl while she was snoring, and kicked that bitch out of the bed. She hollered in freefall before she collided with the carpeted floor. "It's time for you to go, love."
Niqua hopped out of bed and slipped on her kimono, tying it around her waist. She left the bedroom and came back with a glass of water and a Plan-B pill. When she returned, Hitt-Man was sitting on the edge of the bed while old girl was climbing back up on her bare feet.
"Here you go." Niqua passed her the glass and the pill. She folded her arms across her chest and tapped her foot impatiently. She eyeballed homegirl as she tossed back the pill and washed it down. The girl sat the empty glass down on the nightstand and turned to Niqua, asking for her money for the sex. "Hol' up."
Niqua walked around the bed and tilted the chick's head back. Using her finger, she felt around inside of her mouth and then looked down inside of it. She didn't see the pill.
"Alright. You can get dressed," Niqua told her as she walked away. She put in the combination to the black safe that came with their room, and it opened automatically. Inside, there were stacks and stacks...
