The Stud Palace Read Free Page B

feel myself getting flustered as juices slowly seep from my own neglected slit. “No. I mean, yes.”
    She rolls her eyes up in the back of her head, then shudders for effect. “Like heaven, girl; especially when Dante is fucking me from the back and my face is buried between her legs, and my tongue slithering in and out of her wet, warm pussy.” She fans herself. “Girl, I can’t get enough of it.”
    She finishes off her drink, flags the bartender down for another round, then goes on to share her first experience with another woman. Four years ago. She and Dante were vacationing in Jamaica when she suggested they have a threesome. One thing led to another and she found herself sucking at her breasts, leaving her nipples tight and wet. Slowly her tongue and mouth glided down the rest of their lover’s body, feasting on her, nipping and sucking all over her until Sheena found her mouth on this woman’s pussy, pulling her pussy lips into her mouth while Dante eased in back of her and slid his dick deep into her soppy-wet pussy. She tells me that was the first time she had multiple orgasms, and squirted.
    My breath catches in my throat as she recounts the lusty details of her tryst in Jamaica. She pauses when the bartender returns with our drinks. We both eye him as he sets a fresh napkin down in front of us, then places our drinks down on the bar. He walks off and she continues, “We fucked her the whole weekend, then came back to the states with our relationship renewed, refreshed, and stronger than ever. Or so I thought.” She rolls her eyes. “Every time I think about them damn condoms and Dante fucking behind my back it pisses—”
    I cut her off, needing to know more about her lesbian experience. “So are you bisexual?”
    She sips her drink, eyeing me over the rim of her glass. “I’m enjoying sexual freedom, boo. And I’m living my life without any regrets. And I’m fortunate enough to have a man who is also very open-minded and willing to try almost anything once, even if the nigga is a sneaky-ass liar at times.”
    I don’t want to admit it, but listening to her has me pissed the hell off. I’m mad at Kareem’s ass for not being as open as Dante. And I’m even madder that I’m sitting here with a wet, horny pussy and will have to eventually go home to Kareem rolling on top of me in the middle of the night, ramming his dick into me, humping and pumping me fast and hard a few times, then rolling off after he finishes shooting his nut inside of me, then falling back to sleep. I remind myself, again, that he’s a good man. But that knowing does nothing for my pulsing cunt and throbbing clit.
    I imagine Sheena between the legs of some busty vixen—her hands roaming all over her body, only stopping once she finds her hungry pussy, spread open and ready for lips, tongue, fingers—as Dante plunges his dick nonstop into Sheena’s juicy snatch. I can almost hear her juices splashing out of her. My heartbeat quickens at the delicious thought. I take another sip of my drink, then decide to gulp the rest of it back. I swallow, hard.
    Sheena laughs. “You all right, girl? You seem a little flustered.”
    “I am,” I admit, running my fingertips along my neck, then through the nape of my neck. Subconsciously, I slip a hand between my legs and squeeze. I want my pussy ate. Want to know what it’s like to taste a pussy. Its scent stained into my tongue. I lean in, then whisper, “I’m so jealous. I wanna know what it’s like to be made love to by a woman. It’s one of my fantasies.”
    “Does Kareem know?”
    I shake my head. “Girl, he’d lose his mind if I told him some shit like that.”
    She gives me one of those “you poor thing” looks, then shakes her head. “So what are you going to do about it?”
    I shrug. “Keep my fantasies to myself, I guess.”
    I need another drink. I catch the eye of the bartender, signaling for another martini.
    A sly smile forms across her pouty lips as she