2. Calling Card #3
“Mmmhmm,” I replied, sliding slowly into Karima before wrapping my hand around her throat and pulling her head back.
“Ssssss,” she hissed, pushing down on me. “Fuuckkk, Daddy.”
I licked her earlobe then whispered to her. “You don’t run me, Karima. I do what I wanna do and fill you in when necessary.” With one hand around her throat and the other on her waist, I rocked her back and forth on my dick.
“Ughhh, it’s so deep, baby,” she crooned.
“Do I take care of you mentally and emotionally?”
“Yesss.”
“Do I make sure you’re heard and acknowledged?”
“Yes, baby. You… sss… you do.”
She got wetter as I spoke. I could tell watching us was turning Ju on. She’d placed one leg behind her head and was playing with her pussy.
“She coming, baby,” I assured her. “Gimme one second.”
Julissa smiled and kept playing in her juices. I nodded my appreciation for her patience and went back to talking in Karima’s ear.
“We got a good thing going on. Don’t fuck it up ‘cause you don’t know how to control your emotions. You understand?”
“Yes, baby. I understand.”
“Good. Now, fuck me so we all can cum and enjoy the rest of our day.”
She didn’t respond verbally. She just did what I said. Leaning forward so that she was face to face with Ju’s pussy, she dove in while simultaneously popping her ass on my dick.
“That’s a good girl,” I praised. “Shit, get that dick, Rima.”
She loved when I praised her performance. Her muffled moans as she lapped at Julissa’s pussy let me know she felt every inch.
“Damn, Rima,” Ju panted. “Ooouu, eat this pussy. Fuuckkk!”
I smacked her ass hard and stood from the chair. Without parting from her wetness, I pulled my shorts down to my ankles and thrust inside of her.
“Oh, shit, Khi. Right there. Right there, baby.” Karima managed to squeal before I pushed her head back to Julissa’s pussy.
“Focus on that pussy, baby. Daddy got you.”
I locked eyes with Ju just before her head dropped back, and she bucked into Karima’s mouth. “Shiiitt, I’m cummin’.”
“Fuck! Me too,” Karima announced, throwing her ass back harder.
“Yeah! Just like that. Throw that shit! Ooouu, that pussy leaking, Rima. You tryna make Daddy cum?” I reached around to play wit’ her clit while angling my hips to hit her G-spot. “Ughhh, fuck,” I groaned, feeling her walls contract as she came. “Damn, come catch this nut for me.”
Pulling out with my dick coated in everything Rima had to offer, I fisted it feverishly. They both found their way to their knees in front of me with their tongues out.
“Ahhhh,” I groaned, shooting out a load that landed on both of their faces.
Karima was first to lick the cum from the tip of my dick greedily.
“Mmmm. Vitamins,” she cooed, making me laugh.
“See, I keep you healthy too.”
Smiling, she stood and picked her dress up from the floor.
“Now, that’s what I call a midday snack,” Ju said, stepping into her pants. “Thanks, bae.”
“I aim to please.”
Once we were fully dressed, I stayed back and listened to them update me on their last couple days. Being in a poly relationship didn’t require much, not to me at least. It had the exact make up of a monogamous relationship, just doubled.
“I gotta take care of something,” I announced after a few. “We got a date this Friday, Ju. I’ll be picking you up from the house.”
“Okay,” she said.
I turned to Karima. “I’ll see you on Thursday, baby. Whatever you wanna do, aight?”
“Aight,” she replied.
Kissing both women, I made my way out front. As I walked past, I could hear Karima’s two employees talking.
“That man got them on lock. Did you hear all that moaning?”
“Shhhh, before he hears you.” The other girl hushed her.
Shaking my head, I headed outside. As soon as I sat in the driver’s seat, I called my personal phone from my business line. The phone rang twice before it picked up.
“Who is this?” Key answered like she was the owner of the phone.
I couldn’t help but to chuckle. “That’s how you answer the phone?”
She paused for a few seconds, then her voice came through again. “Mehki?”
“It’s me.”
“Oh, nigga, you slick.”
“What you mean?” I feigned ignorance.
“How ya phone get in my purse?”
“My phone? In your purse?”
She laughed softly, and the sound did something to me.
“I’m slippin’,” she said. “You tryna track me?”
“I don’t know what you talkin’ ‘bout, shorty. Why would I be tracking you?” I smiled.
“That’s usually what people do when they come across a rare piece of art that they wanna see again.”
Her response made my dick hard. It rolled off her tongue so smooth, I knew it wasn’t something that she’d thought out.
“When you free?”
“For?”
“Me to get my property that somehow found its way in your purse.”
“Ooohhh. Well, that depends.”
I smirked. “On?”
“The finder’s and charging fee.”
“Girl, what?”
“I’ve had this phone for forty-eight hours. I kept it charged up and put up in a secure place. That’s not free.”
“Aight. Name your price and where we can meet for the exchange.”
“Two hundred. Sullivan’s Diner in an hour.”
The line disconnected, and I sat for a few moments before starting the engine. Lemme go see what this slick talkin’, fine ass woman got going on.