Juicy Deceit

By J.D. Bullocks

Lifelong friends Juicy, Free, and Draa are well aware that change is the only constant in life. However, their time has come for everything to change for them. Juicy cherishes her freedom and lives life on her own terms, daring anyone to challenge her. While you may not agree with her, you must respect he

• Language: English
• Publisher: Bullocks & Bullocks Presents and Publications
• Release date: Mar 6, 2021
• ISBN: 9781736784013

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CHAPTER ONE

JUICY

Tonight is the night. I can feel it, and so will all the fine asses in the club. I know I will be able to get lucky tonight with this line up. I just hope these bitches don’t get in my way and start that Mother Teresa shit. Patrika, better known as Free, my best friend of the last fifteen years is the only one of us that tied the knot. She has always had that housewife mentality and wanted to be with a man that could take care of her. Ashley on the other hand, that little bitch is a copycat. Whatever she sees, she likes, and she jumps on the bandwagon and rides it along until she finds something or someone else she wants to mimic. Draa, as everyone calls her, is just like the little sister of the three of us, but she is more laid back and chill than Free is. I’m Zaraha, but everybody calls me Juicy. Yes, I am called Juicy because I used to be somewhat on the chunky side, but not feeling the attention and affection I wanted made me change everything about myself. I lost weight and now I have a flat stomach, a fat ass, and perky titties. I am the free spirit that don’t give a damn about what it is that anyone has to say. I live my life as I see fit, and the judgement I get from my friends only bothers me on a level of being tired of listening to it. Sex is my escape and I indulge as often as possible. The location is never a problem for me, and I will find a way to make it happen if I want it. There is not a single place or time you can talk me out of if I want to have sex. Hell, I think I would enjoy the challenge, but this is my life and I’m going to love it and live it.

I came here to find the next man to add to my list, and watching the reaction on Patrika’s face, I know she is going to start in on me any minute so I have to get a move on. Sitting on the bar stool, I scan the crowd standing around when I see him – the man that is going to make my boring night a better one. His eyes land on me, then he lifts his glass and nods his head in my direction, acknowledging me. The look in his eyes tells me he has no idea what he is getting himself into.

Juice, I know you hear me talking to you! Draa yells at me over the music.

What? I answer, never taking my eyes off the guy staring back at me. What the hell do you want?

I see two guys over there on the other side of the dance floor. Come on, walk over with me, she says, grabbing her drink from the bar.

No, I have my eyes on another piece of candy. I’ll be right back. I stand from the stool to walk off when I feel a hand on my arm.

Where are you going? Patrika asks.

Over to talk to that guy, I say, throwing my head in his direction at the end of the bar.

No, for what? Why do you keep doing this to yourself? You can find one man that can love you and be with just you. Patrika rants with her usual speech to attempt to change my mind.

Look, I don’t tell you how to live your life so stop trying to dictate mine, I bark, snatching my arm away. The look on his face as I approached sends chills down my spine. His light eyes turn bright as his smile overtakes his face. I sit on the stool next to him and slide my tongue across my lips while grabbing his glass and taking a sip of his drink.

I see you are making yourself comfortable over here. What can I get you to drink? His full lips are just what I need to be wrapped around my clit right now.

I’ll take a martini, and a tall glass of you if I can have it, I say, running my hand up his leg until I reach his hard dick already growing in his pants.

You can have whatever you want. Your wish is my command. The fullness of his lips make me want to take him right here on this bar in front of everybody. I see Patrika glaring at me as if I am embarrassing her or something, but hell, I don’t give a damn about what she thinks. If she doesn’t like it she can kick rocks like anyone else that has something to say.

I feel a hand under my chin pulling my attention back to the lovely man that sits next to me. Have you forgotten about me already, or is your friend going to give you a lecture when you get home?

What do you mean?

The way she is looking at you, I can tell she is either not happy about the conversation you had before you walked over here or she’s mad because you beat her to the punch, he says jokingly.

Oh no, it’s not that. She’s just sticking her nose where it shouldn’t be. Let me get to know you though. You want to hang out with me for a while? I ask, trying to get a feel for what he’ll let me do.

The thought of having this man in my bed for a night would be a good ending for any woman. His 6’3" muscular body wrapped up with mine, his strong hands gripping my ass as he lifts me onto his lap sliding his dick inside me, his full, soft, sexy lips sucking on my nipples sending me into a euphoria that leaves me breathless, and just letting the world melt away around us as he makes me feel like I am the only woman in the world and it’s the last piece of ass he will ever get in his life. I drag my eyes back to his face and his smile grows wider as he realizes I’m serious about the invitation.

Well, I can’t say no to an invite like that, he says, grabbing my hand pulling me up from the stool. He leans over and whispers something to the man next to him.

Who’s that? I ask, letting my gaze rake over the man sitting on the stool. He is just as sexy as the young man standing before me.

That’s my best friend, Russell.

And you never got around to telling me your name.

My name is Lance, and who do I have the pleasure of spending the evening with?

I’m Zaraha, but you can call me Juicy. Nobody says my name right, I respond, while pulling him toward the back of the club.

Where are we going?

You’ll see. I stop in my tracks and turn back to where his friend is sitting, watching us walk away. I lift my finger to him and let my lips form a seductive smile as I beckon him to me. When I see him stand and start to make his way toward us, I turn and continue to the back of the club.

What’s up? Russell asks while walking through the door of the men’s restroom behind us.

We are about to have some fun, I reply, pushing Lance against the wall and kissing him aggressively as I pull his shirt from his pants.

Lifting my dress, he lets his finger swipe my pussy as he feels for my panties. You came prepared, I see. So you knew you were going to get some dick tonight huh?

No, but I was hoping, I answer as I pull his belt from his pants and unzip them. I turn to Russell who has been standing there watching. Strip. I tell him.

Lance stands with his dick in his hand and the sight of his long, hard, thick shaft makes my pussy wet as fuck. I drop to my knees and take his dick into my mouth, swallowing as much as I can. His dick tastes like pure heaven. I let my hand slide up and down his shaft as I lose myself in the action. I hear his moans escape his lips; I bob back and forth on his dick until I feel him about to explode. I turn around and bend over slightly letting him slide his dick into my pussy, and I grab Russell and suck his dick with the rhythm of Lance’s strokes. I stop as Lance thrusts into me, the sound of his pelvis smacking against my ass turning me on even more. I can feel my pussy coating his dick with my juices just as he fills me up, his strokes growing harder and harder until he is finished. I pull away and pull Russell to me.

Your turn.

Are you sure you can handle another round so soon? Russell asks, stroking his dick and staring me down. I can see the desire, the lust, and the hunger in his eyes burning to be released.

I beckon him to me as he quickly pushes my back against the wall. He plants kisses from my ear to my neck, sinking his teeth into my skin making my pussy throb and beg for his dick to penetrate me hard and fast. His strong arm lifts my leg and I feel his thrust fill me completely. I look over his shoulder and see Lance has made his exit just as his thrusts become hard, sending waves of pain and pleasure through my body. My nails dig deeper into his back and I feel the fabric of his shirt rip beneath my fingers. His eyes lock with mine and it’s like he is possessed when his thrusts become more deliberate as he hits my g-spot over and over again. I feel my juices drip from my pussy, his dick growing harder inside me as he grips my ass tighter. I can’t help but to let out a moan as he sends me into ecstasy. I cum over and over again until Russell’s body starts to shake when he lets out a growl, sending his nut inside me. My pussy is filled and spilling with nut, the feeling of it gliding down my leg. It keeps coming as his dick sits inside me.

I wasn’t expecting that. I’m glad I saved the best for last, I say, trying to pull myself together.

I’m just hoping this won’t be the last time I have the privilege to have my way with you. He pulls his pants up from the floor.

No, Juicy doesn’t do repeats. One and done, I say, giving him a wink just as I go for the door.

Come on Juicy, you know you had just as much fun as I had. I just know you don’t want this to be the last time we see one another, he responds pulling me back against his strong body.

I’m not going to lie. It was damn good, but that’s it. I pull the door open and make my way through the crowd of people. I head back to the bar and see Lance downing his drink and giving me a wink as I pass him to get back to Patrika and Draa.

I sit down on the stool, still feeling the juices spill out of me. Patrika faces me and the hatred from the core of her eyes makes me wonder what she is about to say. I don’t give her a chance. Let’s go. I need to go shower.

I bet, Parika says, standing from her stool.

So how was it? Draa asks while we make our way through the wave of people to the door.

It was better the second time. Don’t get me wrong the first one was ok, but his friend didn’t hold back. He didn’t go easy on me, and I loved every second of it.

I’m going to do it next time. I need to relieve some stress and what better way than to let a man fuck the shit out of me with no string attached, Draa says as we make our way out onto the sidewalk.

I can’t help but notice the look on Patrika’s face as we continue our conversation. There is something off about her and I don’t think it’s just because of the way things went tonight. I have been doing this for the last five years and she should be used to this shit by now, but it wouldn’t be too far fetch for her to be jealous.

I’m going home. I will see you ladies tomorrow. I get into my car to go home. It’s time to go and sleep this eventful night off.

The sound of my phone ringing constantly wakes me up from the dream of what happened last night with Lance and Russell. More so of what happened with Russell is what makes my dream turn into a really moist dream, as I feel my thighs and pussy are wet from my juices leaking out of me.

Again, my phone rings and shakes on my bedside table and from the look of the display on the screen, Patrika won’t be giving up anytime soon considering the number of text messages that are waiting for me.

Hello? Why are you calling me like somebody is dying? I ask, answering the phone without giving her a chance to respond.

Well good morning to you too. I wanted, well I needed to talk to you. Can you meet me at Lone Star’s? Patrika asks. I hear Draa in the background making comments about me being mad at the fact she woke me up to have some coffee. It almost makes me want to laugh, but I don’t.

Yea, give me a few minutes and I’ll be on my way, I say into the phone. It never fails. This is the morning after speech. I don’t know why she thinks she can get me to change anything about the way I live my life, but whatever.

I enter the diner looking around the room for our usual table next to the third window to see Patrika and Draa already heavy into conversation. I brace myself just as Patrika looks up to see me walking over to the table. This is not going to be a good morning and I don’t want to argue with her today.

Good morning. What’s the topic for the day? I approach, bringing their conversation to a halt. Don’t let me end the party.

We need to talk, and I don’t want you to get mad at me like you usually do, but you don’t have to keep doing this to yourself. Patrika speaks with the saddest eyes she can muster up.

What the hell are you talking about?

She is trying to get to the root of the problem. Draa interjects while rolling her eyes.

What?

I just think there is a reason you chose this life. There has to be something that happened to you to make you feel like you have to live your life fuckin’ your way through the night, Patrika observes.

I can’t deal with this. What makes her think she can just pry into my life and play Dr. Phil? I glare between the both of them. Are you fuckin’ serious?

What happened to you? I understand doing this in college, but come on. At some point the shit has to get old. Patrika continues on her little rant.

I think it’s the perfect life. She doesn’t have to worry about getting her heart broken, no drama or any of that other bullshit. Look at you, Patrika. Your marriage is going to shit because of the drama you raise. Draa explains.

What happened, Juicy? Patrika asks again as she flips Draa off.

I stand from the table and leave the diner, and I don’t stop until I have made it home. I get back to the comforts of my sofa letting the words of Patrika replay in my head. What happened in my life that makes it be all about sex? Is this life so bad?

The sound of footsteps were making their way to my door as I lay there looking at the celling in my room. My eyes dart around in the dark while the door knob turning pierces the silence. The TV from down the hall is low; my pounding heartbeat starts to increase in pace when the door swings open. Don’t move. Don’t move. Don’t move. I keep telling myself over and over in my head as I lay motionless with my eyes closed, pretending to be sleep. I can’t believe this is happening again. I feel a hand on my breast and I turn away from him standing next to my bed. I know this is wrong and I know he knows this is wrong, so why is he doing it? Why is he hurting me like this? His