Cairo - Kitty-Kitty, Bang-Bang

“Clean my panties, you nasty nigga,” I say, running my hands along his chiseled chest. I allow my nails to lightly graze across his skin. I whisper in his ear, pulling my panties out of his mouth. I smell them. “Mmmm, my pussy smells so good. What do you think my son would say if he caught you fuckin’ his sister’s pretty little face and watchin’ his mother play with herself?” I reach between his legs and grab his balls while Porsha continues bobbing back and forth on his cock. I roll them in my hand, then lightly squeeze.

“Aaaah, fuuuuck…he’d tell me how fucked up I am.”

“He sure would. You ready to show him how fucked up you are?” I ask, dropping down to my knees next to Porsha. He will feed the two of us his milk while Persia eats his ass.

“Oh, yes…aaaaah…” Porsha releases his cock from her throat. He grabs it and rapidly jacks it, moaning. I am anxious to feel his hot cum splash up against my lips and tongue. He has two sets of eyes looking up at him, two wet tongues wagging in anticipated delight, waiting to be drenched by his cream.

Porsha and I both lap at his balls, then pull one into each of our mouths. “Aaaaaah, fuuuck…Yeah, suck them balls…aaah…you pretty bitches got a nigga’s head spinnin’…aaaah, shit…I cummin’…ooohhh…here it comes…open ya mouths …come get this nut…”

He scoots back as Porsha and I open our mouths, and say, “Aaaaaaah”, wagging our tongues, and flicking them at the tip of his swollen mushroom head. His body shudders as he pumps out a gushing stream of hot creamy nut. He swings his dick from side to side, sprays us with his sticky cream. Persia removes her tongue from his ass, then comes around and tongues him down again. He continues stroking his dick, squeezing out more nut, then allows me and Porsha to take turns sucking out the last few drops of his salty and sweet nectar.

“Daaaaaaaaaaaaamn…” he says, trying to catch his breath. “That shit was good as fuck. Ya’ll got a muhfucka’s head spinnin’.”

Porsha and I swallow his nut, standing up and licking our lips. We both take turns kissing him, then push him back on the sofa. “We ain’t finished with you, nasty boy,” Porsha says, rolling a condom down on his dick, then straddling him. “You fucked my mouth, now it’s time to fuck my pussy.” She reaches under for his still-hard dick. She strokes it at the base, allowing the head to brush up against the back of her pussy. She will not allow him to enter her until I am in position. I stand up on the sofa and look down into his glazed eyes. The eyes of a man seduced and pleasured by three beautiful women—sisters identical in every way imaginable.

Porsha slips his dick into her smoldering hole, then gallops down on his shaft. Persia is now on her knees sucking on his balls.

He moans.

I straddle his face. Allow my smoldering slit to hover over his seeking mouth. He sticks his thick tongue out, rapidly flaps it back and forth. I lower my pussy, barely allowing the tip of his tongue to touch it. He reaches up for me with his hands. I grab them, pushing them up over his head. Pin them against the wall. Then slowly mount his mouth; give him access to my wetness. Grind on his mouth until I cum in his mouth.

Tonight, we have brought this man before us to heightened bliss. We have taken him on a sexual journey like no other. And have allowed him to explore a hidden desire without guilt or shame. Our motto is simple: What one has, the others share—including men. Yes, Porsha, Persia, and I have given this hunk of man a night he will soon never forget. And, together, we are man swappers—three sisters, three insatiable libidos—who share the same man, with one mission in mind. To fuck him—together, and take him to the edge of ecstasy, taunt him, then toss his ass over.

Deep Throat Diva

The Man Handler

Daddy Long Stroke

The Kat Trap

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