Page 3 of The Filth Kings

The sound of his fingers snapping caused my heart to palpitate as a bright light came shining down from the wooden ceiling. Where the hell am I?

“Please her until she wished she was dead.”

I snapped my head to the left and laid eyes on the man that caused me to piss in my pants when he snatched me up by the back of my hair in the woods. He yanked my thick body around to face him, and before I passed out, I thought I saw an angel. He was beautiful, too perfect to have this dark aura attached to him.

His chocolate skin was rich and blemish free, his emerald eyes gave him this mystical look. Full cinnamon lips framed by a perfect goatee, he licked his lips and all my dumb ass could think to ask was…

“What’s your name?” I moaned, jumping a little as a hand touched my inner thighs.

My eyes settled on him as his bushy thick brows turned into a frown. Even with a look of anger etched on his face, I was having a hard time reading him. I’m usually good at doing that, especially in my line of work.

“Detavio Decebal.” He smirked, taking steps backward as darkness engulfed him.

I couldn’t make out the different faces surrounding me since the light shined brightly into my eyes as I settled back and let these freaky women have their way with me.I’ll just have to get tested if he sets me free. I thought to myself.

“Angel is nervous, yet her pussy tells a different story. Relax her, make her cum over and over until she passes out.” His demanding voice seemed to boom louder although he seemed so far away.

“Yes, King.” A voice between my legs murmured as I shut my eyes, bracing myself for what was to come. It can’t be that bad…just a woman tasting my pussy, I’m pretty sure I won’t gain much from this moment…or so I thought.

Never in my life have I had a woman touch me inappropriately. My eyes were closed when I felt the tip of her tongue on my pussy lips like she was using her tongue as fingers to spread my southern lips open. My clit jumped at attention as it throbbed on top of her velvety tongue.

“That’s it, make my Little Light, shine bright.” Detavio’s voice stirred something in me that made me buck off of the steel table.

My body got wrapped into the moment as she tilted my body up enough to get her arms underneath me. Holding me up by my ass cheeks, she flattened her tongue against my clit, then flicked it up and down.

“Ohhhh!” I shuddered.

Both of my nipples were getting the attention that I never knew they needed. Two tongues flicking on each hard tip, in sync with one another, they nibbled on my nipples with the right amount of pressure. The woman between my thighs licked from my gushing center to the slit. Blowing cool air on my swollen bud, I swirled my hips wanting her to lick harder.Wait, what the fuck is wrong with me? Am I actually enjoying this shit?Yes, I was enjoying every moment of this. The way my entire body shook and tingled with pleasure made me want to start reciting love poetry to each woman that worked me over.

The question that I just asked myself was answered as I came so hard that I became deaf to my own loud screams.

“Again!” His voice boomed through my deafness.

She lapped at my pussy as my back arched off the table. A soft hand grabbed my neck, forcing me to lay back down. The woman between my legs stuck a finger into my pussy as her mouth latched right back on to my erect bud. She didn’t let up, she sped her tongue from flicking to circling it around my clit. Waves of pleasure consumed me and ripped me apart right on that metal table….

“Angel, wake the fuck up!”

I jolted awake, my entire body trembled. I was still caught in the fading haze of another dream that was too vivid to shake off. Blinking rapidly, I willed my eyes to adjust, trying to make sense of the warmth that lingered all over my skin like I had been touched. I could barely fully gather my bearings before Natavi, my best friend, nudged me adamantly.

My eyes went right to her hard nipples, they protruded through her silk pajama shirt like they were getting ready to burst out at any moment.

“You were moaning in your sleep all night, humping me and acting like you were getting ready to do something?—”

“Oh, my goodness, Tavi… I’m sorry!” I groaned.

I hated the way I openly eyed her nipples. That dream had my mind fucked up. I wondered would I possibly go that far to experiment with my best friend if she let me? Shaking my head at that thought, I desperately needed to get laid. Work was running me down to the ground, and it was obvious that it was messing with my way of thinking.

“Girl, no apologies needed. If you need to get one off…I don’t mind, it’s going to cost you, though.” She winked; we both shared a laugh.

I knew better than anyone that my beautiful best friend Natavi came with an expensive price tag glued to the center of her forehead. Natavi’s soft vanilla skin tone, along with her long model-like legs, had men spending money just for a conversation with her. A lot of people judged her for her line of work when I simply respected her hustle.

The only thing that I didn’t agree with was her boyfriend Chedda. Natavi loved his dirty drawls but Chedda hardly ever was around to love Tavi like she needed to be loved. She promised she would leave him alone after he chose a college girl over their fifteen-year situationship. Tavi claimed that she only started soliciting her body because Chedda was going to get them out of poverty and give her the dream life she always desired.

She wanted a soft girl era for herself but didn’t realize that she had that already independently.

“I’m just kidding, girl; I didn’t sleep in here with you last night. I dragged my drunk ass back to my room. I came in here to wake you since you always complain when I leave for a couple of months to be with a client.” Tavi smirked, plopping down at the edge of my bed.

“A client?” I asked Tavi, stretching my short arms as I took in deep breaths to calm my wild beating heart.

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