Chapter 71 A tale of an African stripper (4)
POV: Zuri
“From now on, you don’t wear a single thing unless one of us puts it on you.”
I moan into Kayode’s mouth on my clit.
“Second rule,” he growls between licks. “You come only when we say. And you’re going to come a lot.”
Victor’s fingers find my nipples and twist hard, perfect pain.
“Third rule,” he continues, voice velvet and steel. “For thirty days, this body, this mouth, this gorgeous cunt every inch of you) belongs to us.”
I’m already shaking, already on the edge, and they’ve barely started.
“Yes,” I gasp. “Fuck yes.”
Kayode sucks my clit once hard and I explode, screaming into the private booth, money and future and freedom raining down on me all at once.
Thirty days.
Two men.
Five million dollars.
And a Queen who’s about to be worshipped, wrecked, and paid like the goddess she is.
The jet can’t take off fast enough.
The Gulfstream climbs into the night sky, and the second the seatbelt sign dings off, Kayode unbuckles me like I’m a present he’s been dying to unwrap.
Victor is already in the back bedroom, a real bed, white sheets, low amber lights.
He’s stripped down to nothing but his watch and a wicked smile.
His cock is standing straight up long, pale, flushed angry red at the tip, a thick vein running along the underside.
He strokes himself once, slow, eyes locked on me.
“On the bed, Zuri. On your back. Legs open.”
I obey.
The sheets are cool against my heated skin.
My pussy is already swollen and dripping from the way Kayode fingered me in the limo on the way to the airport.
I spread my thighs wide, knees bent, feet planted. My breasts fall heavy to each side, nipples so hard they ache.
Kayode strips the shirt, trousers, and climbs up between my legs.
His body is sculpted muscle under dark velvet skin, cock even thicker than I remember, curving slightly upward, the fat head already shining with pre-cum.
He doesn’t speak. Just lines that big head up with my entrance and pushes.
One long, relentless slide, and he’s buried to the hilt inside me.
I cry out, back arching off the bed. He’s so deep I feel him in my throat.
My walls flutter around him, greedy, trying to pull him even deeper.
“Fuck, this pussy,” he groans. “Still the tightest, wettest thing I’ve ever had.”
Victor moves to the side of the bed, kneels beside my head.
He gathers my braids in one fist and guides my mouth onto his cock.
I open wide, tongue out, and he feeds himself in until the head bumps the back of my throat.
I gag once, then relax, swallowing around him, humming so the vibration makes him curse in Russian or whatever cold language he speaks when he’s losing control.
Kayode starts moving slow, grinding strokes at first, rolling his hips so every inch of him drags along my front wall.
My clit grinds against his pubic bone on every thrust.
Victor fucks my mouth in the same rhythm, hand tight in my hair, using me like I’m built for this.
I’m stuffed full from both ends, spit dripping down my chin, pussy making obscene wet sounds every time Kayode bottoms out.
My tits bounce hard with every thrust, nipples brushing Victor’s thigh.
Kayode pulls out suddenly, leaving me empty and clenching on nothing.
I whine around Victor’s cock. He flips me onto my stomach, yanks my hips up so I’m on my knees, face still buried in Victor’s lap.
Then Kayode slams back in one brutal thrust and I scream around Victor’s dick.
The new angle is devastating; he’s hitting something inside me that makes stars explode behind my eyelids.
Victor pulls out of my mouth just to watch my face while Kayode fucks me senseless.
“Look at her,” he says, voice rough. “Look how pretty she breaks.”
Kayode reaches around, finds my clit with two rough fingers, and rubs tight circles while he pounds me.
I come instantly hard, squirting around his cock, soaking the sheets, his thighs, everything.
My whole body locks up, pussy milking him in rhythmic pulses.
He doesn’t stop. Just keeps fucking me through it until I’m sobbing into the mattress, overstimulated and begging in broken pieces.
“Please… too much… I can’t…”
“You can,” Victor says. He moves behind me, pushes Kayode slightly to the side, and then I feel it.
Victor’s cock pressing against my already-stuffed pussy, right alongside Kayode’s.
I freeze.
“Wait…”
“Relax, baby,” Kayode murmurs against my ear. “Breathe. Let us in.”
They work together with slow, relentless pressure until Victor’s head pops past my entrance and slides in beside Kayode.
The stretch is insane, a burn that turns into blinding pleasure the second they both bottom out.
I scream. I am so fucking full I can’t think.
They start moving alternating thrusts, one in, one out, never empty, always stretched to the absolute limit.
My pussy makes filthy wet sounds, cream coating both their cocks, dripping down my thighs.
Victor reaches under me, pinches my clit hard, and I come again longer, harder, vision whiting out.
My whole body shakes like I’m being electrocuted by pleasure.
Kayode groans first. “Fuck, I’m close…”
“Do it,” Victor growls. “Fill her up.”
Kayode slams deep and holds, cock pulsing as he unloads inside me hot, thick ropes painting my walls.
The feeling triggers Victor; three more thrusts and he follows, adding his own load until I’m overflowing, cum leaking out around both cocks still buried inside me.
They pull out slowly, and I collapse onto the bed, trembling, pussy gaping and wrecked, their mixed release pouring out of me in thick streams.
Victor spreads my ass cheeks, watches it drip, then leans down and licks clean long, slow strokes of his tongue gathering every drop like it’s precious.
Kayode lies beside me, pulls me into his arms, kisses my sweaty forehead.
“Twenty-nine days left, omalicha,” he whispers.
Victor crawls up the other side, spoons me from behind, cock already half-hard again against my ass.
I smile into Kayode’s chest, body humming, bank account already five million richer and climbing.
Twenty-nine more days of being used exactly like this?
I’m going to need a bigger safe for all the money… and all the orgasms.
The jet levels out at cruising altitude.
And somewhere over the Atlantic, round two begins.