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  Sergio seemed more secure with himself. He was a twenty-four-year-old, delicious, irresistible tall bottle of brandy standing right at six feet three. He had soft, cocoa berry skin, perfect white teeth, ripped six-pack, and hung just the way I liked them. He was a gladiator in the sheets and could murder a pussy. His long and infamous tongue, which I had nicknamed “Carousel,” belonged in the book of Guinness World Records. Brother was so equipped and inimitably qualified, he deserved his own national spotlight. He was a pussy connoisseur. One time he sucked on my sweet succulent cunt for an entire two hours straight. My legs and ass were so numb afterward, I could barely stand up straight, let alone walk.

  I shuddered at my latest memory. I wanted to feel his trigger-happy, ten-inch pole climbing my walls, again. The only thing standing between me sinking my razor-sharp cougar claws into the tender flesh on his back this very instant was M-O-N-E-Y, and the fact that Mr. Nip Tuck himself couldn’t decide on which painting he wanted to surprise his wife with for their thirty-fifth wedding anniversary. Hell, if the doctor was the slightest bit privy to Mrs. Hollis’s acquired taste and in tune with her sexual needs as I happened to be, he would have known that she wouldn’t give a shit about that painting he’d been obsessing over for the past hour.

  “Victoria, I believe this is the one. It speaks to me!” The doctor nodded his head at his own affirmation, never taking his eyes off the masterpiece. “Janice is going to love it!”

  I mustered a smile. “I couldn’t agree more.” I signaled Sergio, whose pearly whites peeped through an intoxicating, half-moon smile. He winked. It was his painting that the doctor had just chosen. I shifted my attention back around to Dr. Hollis. “And while Sergio is taking care of that, I’ll get you a receipt.” I quickly processed his payment and made small talk while Sergio wrapped the painting in an elegant floral gift wrap and beautifully tied bow.

  “I hope your wife will enjoy this piece as much as I did creating it,” Sergio said.

  “Oh wait, you’re the artist?”

  Sergio nodded proudly. “Yes, sir! The entire top row is all me,” he informed, pointing at the other paintings that hung proudly in my gallery.

  The doctor’s eyes lit up. He looked back at me and again at Sergio. “This is magnificent artistry right here young man. It’s an honor to meet you.” He extended his hand and the two engaged in a handshake.

  “The pleasure’s all mine.”

  “It was great seeing you, doctor. Tell that beautiful wife of yours I said hello,” I said, smiling.

  “Will do.” He leaned in and gave me a kiss on the cheek.

  Sergio walked and talked the doctor all the way out of the door while I took a moment to check my latest text message. It was that nineteen-year-old daughter of mine, Geneva, asking if I could wire her $800. My eyes bucked wide. What on earth could you possibly need $800 for? Ask your father, I quickly replied. Not even a second later, my phone pinged. I refused to deal with that right now. I had more important business to tend to like trying to decide who I would get to cater our Next Generation event in two weeks.

  Instead of reading Geneva’s response, I dropped my phone inside my purse. I would deal with that later. I heard Sergio come back inside. I could hear him locking the doors behind him. We both knew what time it was.

  Without further delay, I located the remote control and with a press of a button, dimmed the lights. I sauntered over to my mouthwatering young stud who looked like a million-dollar hunk of fudge standing there, dripping with a swagger out of this world. He smelled yummy and I wanted nothing more than to eat him alive. His long, thick, black dreads were neatly pulled back into a ponytail, exposing every feature of his face. His full cocoa lips were the gates to any heaven and no one knew it better than this quintessential cougar herself. My candy cane began to melt in response to his horny gaze, leaving a mounting sticky puddle between my thighs. I slid my manicured fingertips down the left side of his face and along his square jawline, before tracing the slight curve of his mouth. I pressed my deft lips against his, hoping to arouse a sleeping Carousel. To my delight and satisfaction, he responded instantly. Holding our kiss, I unzipped Sergio’s pants and stuck my hand completely inside to free Willy. His breathing turned jagged, his head swung between his dancing shoulders, and his hands latched around my head.

  “Time to give daddy that pussy.” His otherwise deep voice fell to a whisper. He kissed the skin on my neck before sliding Carousel along the edge of my left ear.

  “Oooooh, baby,” I moaned, my pussy getting even wetter from the way his tongue roamed my earlobe. His deep and heavy breaths made my skin melt underneath him. So strong and pulsating. I could feel my nipples peering through my dress, beckoning his attention. My lips found him again. He drove his tongue further down my throat, igniting a whole new fire within my soul. I moaned seductively in his ear and stroked his dick to a glorious awakening.

  Interrupting our oral love affair once again, I eyed him weakly. Had he truly known how much I cared for him, how much he meant to me…he would have stopped fucking me so good. He would have gotten comfortable. Complacent. Territorial. Hell, he would have started smelling his own shit. And as much as I would have loved to keep Sergio all to myself, I couldn’t. This was more than just sex. This was business!

  I turned around slowly and headed toward the stairs that led to the second level of the gallery. Sergio followed closely behind. With every step I climbed, the weaker my knees grew and the wetter my pussy got. Once I reached that final step, I immediately began to shed every article of clothing. I faced Sergio and slow-walked backward into the middle of the room. I lowered my naked body to the cold hardwood, unconcerned with getting a little dirty. It wasn’t like it hadn’t happened before. I watched him sip and drink every inch of my luscious curves with his eyes. As if he couldn’t take another second of being teased, he quickly undressed. Before I could blink my eyes, his hands were all over my body.

  “Bend that ass over!” he commanded.

  I responded with a coquettish grin, then turned around on all fours and did exactly as told. I tooted my round brown derriere in the air and hung it there in one of my favorite selfie poses. I glanced over my right shoulder, back at him.

  “What are you going to do to me this time?” I asked innocently.

  He gripped a handful of my ass like he owned it.

  “I’m gonna nail a poster of this big, black dick on your walls.”

  He roughly pulled me into his groin, and without mercy, plunged his love stick inside of me.

  “Can daddy do that, baby? Can I hang a poster of my dick on your love walls?”

  He slid a finger down the crack of my cheeks and kissed me where the sun doesn’t shine. I squealed in pleasure with the palms of my hands and knees waxing the floor. I arched my back even deeper as he began to enter, giving my pussy the leverage it needed to comfortably assist him with his task.

  “Oh yes….yessss,” I panted as he slammed his pelvis against mine. “Nail that big dick to my walls!” I shouted as he held onto my nicely trimmed waistline and took deep and long thrusts inside of my wetness.

  I couldn’t get enough of my twenty-two-year-old stud, and from the way he pounded my pussy, he couldn’t get enough of me. Like the remarkable art pieces in my gallery, I was his masterpiece. I resembled sexiness in the rarest form and unlike most women my age, I didn’t look a day over twenty-five. My five-foot-ten-inch frame, shapely curves, and smooth olive skin appeared airbrushed under the sunlight beaming through the stained-glass ceiling rotunda. My erotic slanted eyes had mood swings where they’d alternate from a sky blue to a misty gray, hypnotizing many. I was a beautiful goddess, but what men seemed to love about me most was that I was a bonafide freak! It was no wonder my husband couldn’t keep up. With his sex drive declining and mine escalating over the years, it was only a matter of time before I started looking for sexual alternatives to satisfy my craving. Thank God he’s been onboard with my bright ideas every step of the way.
r />   I raised my head slightly and my wicked cries of passion filled the entire gallery. My wild copper-spiraled curls freely bounced as our bodies rocked simultaneously to the beat of our own drums. I had my lovely Portuguese mother and Jamaican father to thank for the untamable mane. But as Sergio’s fingers maneuvered through my tresses, getting tangled as he pulled at my roots, I began to scream, “Harder! Fuck me harder got dammit! That’s right. Own this good wet pussy!”

  Sergio quickened his pace. One hundred-plus pairs of painted and photographic eyes watched us copulate on the floor like crazed animals. We were creating our own remix of Kama Sutra as he penetrated my deepest spots. The more I yelled for him to fuck me harder, the deeper and faster his thrusts propelled, appeasing my voracious libido.

  I could feel the thunderous rains of euphoria preparing to wash over me, willing me to tap out as my elbows and knees grinded into the floor, producing an even greater level of pain. I retrained my concentration on how good Sergio felt moving freely inside of me and how rewarding of a climax it would be. My eyes drifted closed and I began to imagine my gallery being crowded with art lovers alike. Some paying thousands, even millions, to see me nude like this, posed in the doggie-style position while being stroked by Sergio’s paintbrush.

  I slowly began to work the music playing inside my head, into my hips as I cast spells on my imaginary spectators. As if on cue, Sergio reached his right hand around me to palm my breasts. His fingers passionately stroked my gumdrop-sized nipples as if he were plucking the strings on a guitar. Suddenly, I had a surge of energy rush between my legs.

  “I’m about to come,” I moaned in ecstasy. He slapped me on my ass. “Oooooh, yesss!” He did it again.

  “Give all this good pussy to daddy!”

  “Right there,” I panted. I reached my right arm around his neck and he adjusted his position but moved faster and with a deeper dedication. “It feels so good! Soooo good! I’m about to…I’m about to…” The force of my orgasm was so strong I nearly pushed Sergio out of me as if he were no longer welcomed inside of my body. I shuddered from the quake of my own violent tsunami.

  Ring! Ring! Ring!

  “Don’t stop!” I demanded, ignoring my husband’s ringtone. I began riding him backward. “I’m taking all of this dick tonight! All of it!” I got worked up all over again. I began pulling at my own nipples and sucking the life out of Sergio with the squeeze of my tight cunt, all at the same time. It quickly brought me to another, and even more violent climax than the first. I eased off his locomotive and did an about-face. He lifted me onto his strong, broad shoulders, my legs wrapping loosely around his neck in the process. He licked and sucked my breasts some more before suspending me high in the air.

  “Why waste your time riding a pony when you can ride this Carousel,” he said.

  I creamed instantly once his long, thick tongue graced my slippery lips. I had waited all day for this. All day to be sexually healed. All day to be fucked out of my mind. He’d toyed in my wetness long enough for me to drench his face with my liquid candy. It felt so good. So rewarding.

  Ring! Ring! Ring!

  This time it was Geneva calling. My heart raced, my pussy throbbed, and my head was spinning like a fucking merry-go-round. Carousel had that effect on women. I didn’t want to stop. Couldn’t stop. Didn’t want this feeling to ever come to an end.

  “Oooooh, yes!”

  He lowered me onto his long, meaty shaft and enjoyed me from another angle. The deeper he drove that dick inside of me, the harder my pussy choked him out, urging him to surrender his own creamy nut.

  “Oh, fuuuckkkk!” he groaned. “I’m cumming,” he warned.

  “Let it all go. Cum in this good pussy,” I chanted.

  I slipped my tongue between his lips and Carousel instantly wrapped around it.

  “Ummmmmm!” Sergio bellowed, ejaculating inside of me. I didn’t stop kissing him until I had squeezed out every last drop. He slowly made his exit and lowered me back to steady ground. I looked down at the Magnum condom he’d worn, filled to its max.

  “You know I love you, right?” His horny smile was usually infectious.

  “And you know I hate when you say ridiculous shit like that!” I rolled my eyes hard. So hard my false eyelashes nearly popped off. It wasn’t a smiling matter, and the longer he wore that arrogant mask on his face, the more irritated I was by it. I loved Larry and there was no room to love another. Dick might’ve controlled my checkbook, but it sure as hell didn’t control my heart.

  “Loosen up, ma.” He laughed, sliding his finger down the side of my face. I withdrew from his touch. “I know the deal. I was only kidding.”

  “Well, I’m not!” I shot seriously, cutting my eyes.

  He slipped on his briefs and blue jeans while I dusted off my aching knees. All the tattoos wrapped around his neck, arms, and chest, made him even sexier. While I was obsessed with the sex we shared on a daily basis, there were rules to abide by, and the more time we spent together, the harder it was becoming for him to remember that we were simply business partners. I never longed for anything too serious with any of my lovers. In fact, I encouraged them all, especially Sergio, to “date” women their own age as well. I wanted my boys to explore life outside of the fantasy world I had created for them, but it was beginning to seem more easily said than done.

  I walked over to retrieve my clothes. “Larry and Geneva have been calling. I need to return their calls.”

  “A’ight. I’ll be down in a minute.”

  I quickly dressed and headed back downstairs. Before I could dial Larry’s or Geneva’s number, an incoming call soared through my business line.

  “Generation Studios,” I answered.

  “Just the queen bee I’ve been dying to talk to all day! This is Michelle.”

  “Hello, darling! It’s always a pleasure to hear from you.” Michelle was a die-hard Republican and a shrewd businesswoman. Much like myself.

  “Likewise. I’ll be in town attending a business summit all week. If it’s not too tardy of a request, I would love to review some of your amazing artwork Senator Rawlings has been raving about.”

  “Mrs. Brown, I have exactly what you need. The senator informed me of your arrival this morning. Don’t worry. I already have you on the books.”

  “Awww…perfect!” she said relieved. “The tension in my neck is already starting to subside.”

  “Expect your package around ten o’clock tonight.”

  “May I ask who’s delivering?”

  I raised my head. Sergio was coming down the stairs. He licked his lips and flicked his tongue at me. “Carousel,” I said into the phone.

  “Carousel?”

  “Yes. And I can assure you he’ll live up to every letter in his name. Satisfaction guaranteed.”

  “Asking price?”

  “Senator Rawlings said to tell you this one is on her.”

  “Aghhhh…mighty predictable, that one is. Well, I better take advantage,” she guffawed. “Because around this time next week, the old hag is going to hate me once I announce that I’m running for her position.”

  I laughed her last comment off.

  “Thanks again, Victoria. I’ll have my assistant email you the address of the hotel I’ll be staying at.”

  “Great! And if there’s anything else I can do for you in the meantime, please let me know.”

  “You can tell all of your friends to vote for me in the upcoming election,” she tittered.

  “Done!”

  Sergio grabbed my waist from behind and pulled me into his groin. He was hard as a rock, which was nothing new. Michelle said something else, but her words went in one ear and completely out the other. Before I knew it, before I could do what it was I’d come downstairs to do, my young lover hiked up my dress, bent me over, and wore this tight pussy out all over again.

  EMIL

  SWINGING COUGARS

  I made my way to the third floor of the mansion. It was my first time attending a
Next Generation swingers’ festival since inception, and I couldn’t wait to see what all the whispers amongst my two coworkers were about.

  I looked down at my sex address, then up at the gold letters on every closed door in the elongated hall. I didn’t know what to expect tonight, however, I was certain of two things. I was craving a man’s touch, and it was time I released the sexual tension I’d been lugging around for the past several months. My pussy was so stressed out, even it had its fair share of gray hairs.

  I hadn’t made love to my husband, Melvin, in what felt like decades. My love nest was starting to collect dust and if I waited one more day, I probably wouldn’t remember owning one. Melvin had given me every excuse in the book as to why he couldn’t make love to me. First it was arthritis in his knees, then back spasms, and oh, my favorite line of all was, “I may need to see the doctor. I think my blood pressure medicine is affecting downstairs, again.” So many dead-weight excuses about why he couldn’t be intimate with me, forced me to finally pay more attention to what my woman’s intuition had been trying to tell me all along.

  I only hated that I had to find out the hard way about my husband’s infidelities. It was the day I decided to leave work early. Business had been extremely slow at the travel agency. Instead of going to the food market like I normally did on Wednesdays after work, I drove straight home. I pulled into the garage and was surprised to find my husband’s SUV already parked inside at a time that he should’ve been at work. I walked inside our house and instinctively followed the music that was coming from our bedroom. Every step I took brought me in closer range to the high-pitched voice calling out my husband’s name over and over again. I pushed the door open and prayed that God wouldn’t force me to witness the act with my own two eyes. A jolt of anger had me hurling the bedside lamp at her instead of racing for the 9mm we kept in the closet. I missed her by an inch and instead, hit him. My eyes scanned the room. I picked up one of my Louis Vuitton pumps and hit her smack in the head. All of the “I do’s” went flying out the window as I rushed her like a crazed woman. I swung my arms wildly at the sleazy Nicki Minaj reject. Melvin hopped his ashy ass out of bed and pulled me off of her. She was screaming for dear life while I screamed and cursed. With Melvin’s hold on me, she managed to skate past me and flee out of the front door, butt-ass naked.