Wild Cherry by K'wan Page A

her face, I knew she was coming.
    â€œCan I taste you?” she whispered. I didn’t bother to answer; I just pressed her face to my breasts and let her devour them. Melanie suckled my breasts like a starved child while George moaned behind us. I looked over to see him stroking his cock, with his eyes narrowed to slits as he watched the show.
    Melanie maneuvered me to sit on the couch while she knelt in front of me. She pulled my thong to the side and tasted my pussy. I’d had my pussy eaten by both women and men, but none of them measured up to Melanie. She worked me to a lather before dipping her tongue in and out of my asshole. All I could do was bite my bottom lip and curse as Melanie did her thing.
    She flipped me on my stomach and started licking my ass from behind while I gripped the back of the couch. I felt an extra set of hands rubbing my ass cheeks and looked back to see that George had joined the party. He had mounted Melanie from behind and was hitting her with short, deep strokes. The force of his pumping forced Melanie’s tongue deeper into me, escalating my pleasure. It wasn’t until George reached around and tried to fondle my clit that I put the brakes on.
    â€œGeorge, we’ve already been over this. You paid for me to play with your wife, if you wanna join in, then that’s gonna be extra.” I hadn’t intended on a threesome, but my pussy was jumping for some action. Melanie was handling her business, but I needed a stiff cock.
    â€œTell me how much and it’s done. I just need to taste that sweet black meat,” he whimpered. “Please, just a little.”
    I pushed Melanie off me and flipped over on my back. I raised my legs high in the air and looped my arms around them to keep them there. George looked like he was going to break out in a crying fit at the sight of my soaking pussy. “It’ll be another two grand if you wanna play with this pretty kitty.”
    â€œDone!” he declared before almost shoving Melanie out of the way to get to me. In his lustful rush, George tried to slip it in me raw, but I wasn’t having that.
    â€œNo glove, no love, daddy.”
    â€œSure, sure.” George darted into the bathroom and came out holding a box of off-brand condoms. I didn’t really trust those kinds of condoms, but after making him strap on two of them, I let him in. When George felt how warm my shot was, tears rolled down his face like the river Nile. He cried, cursed, pledged his love of sweet black pussy, and some other shit I won’t get into, on his way to sweet glory, while Melanie continued to lick my ass and clit. I could tell he was about to come, because his face turned beet-red, and Melanie must’ve known it too, because she took him out of me and snatched the condom off. Speaking in tongues, George came in Melanie’s mouth and on her face. She swallowed what she was able to catch and rubbed the rest into her face like moisturizer.
    â€œThat was fucking incredible,” George panted, still on his hands and knees.
    â€œGod, my legs won’t stop shaking.” Melanie fingered herself. “We’ve got to do this again!”
    I slipped my sweats and T-shirt back on, stuffing my panties and bra into my pockets. “Thanks for the compliment, but I think I’ll pass. I will take the rest of my bread, though,” I held my hand out to George.
    â€œOf course, of course.” he scrambled to his feet. George went back to the safe and handed me $2,500. “The extra five is for being such a great fuck,” he explained. “Here”—he handed me a laminated business card—“if you change your mind, give us a call.”
    I tucked the card into my pocket, still not sure if I would ever use it or not. “Thanks, I just might do that.” I left George and Melanie in the suite to their own freakish devices while I went back to my room to take another shower and get ready for