"Nothing tastes better than fresh pussy in my mouth," Brandon Stone

His tongue was so deep into this bitch freshly waxed pussy he felt like his brother, a doctor, probing inside to find out how healthy the pussy was. It smelled good, and it tasted good, so it was alright by him.

Something about the wet, slick taste of pussy made his dick hard as a brick.

Good thing another bitch had her pussy gripping his dick like a vice grip, bouncing up and down on him like she was on one of that horseback riding machines. The wet slopping sounds it made were music to his ears.

A pussy in his mouth and a pussy on his dick, but that was not enough. Never enough.

Another bitch pussy popped with damn near his whole hand inside her walls, fucking her harder than a dick ever could. The way she moaned and twisted she enjoyed the ride.

On his other side, he used a vibrating dildo up another bitch's ass. That fat ass took all eight inches of that fake ass dick, he could not wait to put his ten inside of it later.

He liked to fuck. He may or may not have a problem.

"Damn, you're just as fine as your brother," Roxie said, moving her pussy from his favorite spot.

He started to yell at her for taking his good eats away, but she licked his face with her long ass tongue, licking off all the cream she dripped on his face. Shit was sexy as fuck.

He wanted to fuck her. And each and every one of them. Hell, every last damn girl in the club. And he would too, give him time. His brother said it was his casa, and he was making himself at home.

"I need my dick sucked."

"Say less," Roxie said, moving the bitch riding his dick.

She went right to it, taking him inside of her mouth, never mind the last bitch just came all over it. These were some nasty ass freaks.

He loved it.

"God that dick is so good," that bitch said and began to fight Roxie over sucking it.

"Hey, hey! Both of y'all can share, come on, plenty of dick for you all."

He stopped fisting the pale skinny chick and asked her what she wanted to do next. Without hesitation, she climbed on his face.

He could do this all night. And did.

When he left for the night, he took Roxie with him, fucked her in the car his brother gifted him. Fucked her in the elevator of the hotel he took her to. Fucked her in the hallway on the way to the room, then had her in the room fucking her till her pussy was raw. She fell asleep on his chest, and hugged up to him like they were a couple.

He did not believe in coupling up. Why have one pussy when he could have them all. He was not his brother. He would never marry a bitch. He would never have just one bitch.

Pussy every day several times a day.

Yes, he needed help.

The next day after he got head in the bed, fucked in the shower, he sent Roxie on her way then dressed in clothes his brother already packed from him. Not his style. Then again, he was locked away so many years, he forgot what his style was.

Dressed in dark jeans and a dark fitted tee, he needed to enjoy his first full day as a free man.

He went to the hotel's breakfast bar and pigged out on every delectable piece of food he could. The joint food was so bad, but after so many years you get accustomed to it. His brother also gave him a cell phone and a laptop. He already went online to shop for new clothes and shoes.

He had yet to decide what his life would be like as a free man.

He drove around town, leaving the East Side and heading to St. Louis to see all his familiar haunts. Nothing changed about the hood. The same crackheads on the corners, the same prostitutes selling their bodies down the hoe stroll, the same dealers slanging whatever they could to make a living the only way they knew how.

It was depressing as hell.

He headed back to the IL side. No better in some parts, but where his brother lived now was far, far away from the crime and poverty they grew up in. With a mother like theirs, fucking everything in sight, it was amazing most of them made it out unscathed.

RIP to his brother, he missed him.

It was a shame he never was able to grow up and have a family. Most of the cats he grew up with were either in prison or dead, that's just how it was.

He wasn't dead. Prison was not for the weak. That's why he did his bid in jail, for his brother.

Family was everything to him.

He made his way back to Sextacy. Not for more sex or a lap dance. There was more to what his brother built than sex, although that was the best part. What mattered is that he built something the whole family had a part in.

He stopped by to say what's up to his nephews, Zander and Cordell, before he headed up to see his niecey poo, Jae.

"Aye, lil girl." He grabbed his niece he had not seen in years in a bear hug. He loved her like she was his own.

"Unc, get off me with that. You've been in the pokey for how long? I don't want that funk on me."

"Shut yo face. I got out yesterday, had a ball last night, and showered and I'm fresh. Don't play with me."

"Oh, I heard about the festivities at Two last night," Jae tossed him a smile. "Ran up a tab."

"I'm good for it."

"No Unc, it's all on the house, just saying, no one would be able to afford what you racked up. But my girls loved you and want you back."

"Oh for real?"

"I guess since they can't get any of my daddy's dick, you're about the next best thing."

It was cool that he could talk freely about sex with his young niece. She never flinched or thought something was out of bounds. It's what she did for a living, talk about sex all day.

Twelve years ago he went after the man that attempted to sexually assault her.

"What can I do for you Unc?"

"I need help."

"Money? A place to stay? A job?"

He shook his head and looked his gray eyes directly at his niece. "Sex. You are a sex therapist, right? That's why I'm here."

Jae rolled her eyes as if not taking him seriously. "Unc, you just got out of prison, of course you fucked yourself into a tizzy. There's nothing wrong with that."

"Naw, I mean, I have to have sex, err'day."

"Word! I feel you on that. Sex is better than food, man. Better than..."

"So every day, several times a day is normal?"

"I mean...if you can get it up like that. But unc, you did ten years in the joint, you good. You don't have a problem."

"I ain't say I went ten years without sex."

Jae gave him a look. "Uncle Brandon, are you telling me-"

"I fucked every day in the joint. Twice or three times a day if I could."

Jae blinked a few times before finding the words. "With women COs or are you telling me-"

"Look, I'm a pretty mother fucker. It was either get fucked or do the fucking. Strawberry hour I had them lining up for a taste of dick. Bunky letting me lay the pipe to him every night. Muh'fuckers knew what type of dick I was laying and begged me for it."

"So you're gay."

"No, I ain't say all that. Gay for stay or whatever."

"So you're saying, not a day went past in the pokey you weren't...poking?"

"Had to get creative sometimes. Used my hand. A mouth. Some toys. But yeah, I fucked every day." He was not ashamed of the fact he had sex with men. It was just ass, something to put his dick in and shoot off. "That's the issue. Is this too much?"

Jae say back in her seat, contemplating what she was about to say. He was here to hear whatever. He liked sex. He did not want to stop having sex. Yet, he was out in the world now and he wanted to do better.

He had two kids out there he did not know anymore. Both of his baby mommas kept them away from him while he was locked away for ten years. They were eighteen and twelve now. He was sure his twelve-year-old son had no idea who he was anymore, even though he was there at his birth.

His daughter, so her mother said, wanted nothing to do with him. His baby mom was married now and the dude adopted his daughter. He signed over the rights because what could he do while in jail. Not a damn thing for his own child.

Now she believed some other man was her father. He did not feel like a man anymore. Not being able to take care of his kids.

He wanted to be more like his brother. Built an empire and now had more money than a little bit. And took care of his kids as well as other family members.

He was supposed to be doing that as well. If sex was his hindrance, he would need to do better.

"Unc, having sex every day is not the problem. I get so many people coming to me thinking something is wrong with them because they enjoy sex. Fuck that! I enjoy sex. I have it damn near every day and no one is going to make me feel bad about it."

Okay, that was good to hear.

"Here is the thing...if sex takes something else from your life, that's the problem."

"What do you mean?"

"If it takes over your life. Makes you lose focus on what matters. Your family, your friends, your life you have created. If you put sex over basic needs, like living, breathing, eating, and functioning as an upstanding citizen in the world, then take a step back. Sex is fun and enjoyable. If you hurt others to get it, it's wrong. If you neglect yourself, to get a fix, it's wrong. Like any other addiction."

"Now, I can't make a diagnosis if you're a sex addict until we talk more. We can discuss more of your feelings about sex, and I'll give you the tools you need to have a normal, sex-loving life."

He had not told her everything, but right now, he was going to keep it at that. Sex was normal. He was normal. He was not an animal.

A/N: I mean, four women at once! Whew! But there's a lot more to Brandon's story.

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