ROMANCE: PARANORMAL ROMANCE: Coveted by the Werewolves (Paranormal MMF Bisexual Menage Romance) (New Adult Shifter Romance Short Stories) (92 page)

“Mama Mia, this here is one hell of a horny woman we got, Marco, I think that we finally met our match, he said, and Debra could see the cocks of both men hardening in their pants.

Debra was feeling so horny, she could barely think straight. All that she wanted was something huge, hard and delicious inside her pussy, and she did not even care who was the first to fuck her. She proceeded to remove all of her clothes as the men did the same, her whole body more alive with erotic desire than ever before. Marco was the first one to get rid of all his clothes, and she pushed him down onto the floor of the car, making him lie on her back. His cock was long and thick, and she would have loved to taste it, but not right now. Right now she wanted it deep inside her doing what it was made for. She moved over him and straddled him by the waist, her opening directly above his dick. She lowered herself down onto him, taking a hold of his dick and guiding it into her vagina. She closed her eyes and hissed as his thickness slid into her depths, lowering herself until he was completely inserted inside her. She then leaned her upper body on him, her huge breasts resting on his chest as he began driving his dick in and out of her pussy deliciously.

Debra was so overwhelmed by the pleasure that she was getting, she barely noticed Mickey parting her butt cheeks and licking her hole. She however became aware of his presence when she felt his dick pushing into her butt hole as he got on top of her. She fused her lips onto Marco's, stifling a moan as both cocks began to move in and out of her love holes. It was not long before they all exploded into one huge orgasm, the male juices flowing into both of her love entrances filling her in a way she had never been done before, and to think that she had a whole night ahead of her. This vacation for the girls certainly started off with a bang, and they had hardly even touched French soil yet.

THE END

Double Submission

Jen was a high power attorney in the greater Des Moines area. She handled all kinds of cases, and the firm that she worked for was reputed for its excellence. Outside the courthouse, after business for the day had been concluded inside, she struck a pose as a match flared and she lit a cigarette. The day had been one of controlled chaos, like most days in her world. Jen hadn't found it particularly strenuous, though, especially considering it was Monday. The little courthouse at the very heart of Des Moines proper was the epitome of quaint, small town Iowa. Although most cities in Iowa were tiny, Des Moines had grown in recent decades, and it was starting to feel more like a real city. The businesses that surrounded the courthouse—lawyers, bail bondsmen, bounty hunters, police—had all boomed as the boon of added population put more money in everyone's pockets than ever before.

              There was some kind of celebration going on at the firm tonight, a dinner that Jen couldn't miss even though there was no way that she could bring herself to lie about having the time. Jen was so swamped with cases that she wondered if raising her hourly rate would even help. She had one of her assistants tally up the estimated amount of days in a row Jen could expect to work if she finished out her case load at the moment without taking any new cases on, and the total number was close to three months—and that assumed that all of the trials were speedy, with no appeals processes or judges deciding to take their sweet time. Jen sighed at the thought of forever being overworked, and thought to herself that she really needed to get laid.

              Des Moines was an all right town in Jen’s eyes. She was busy, and as a natural blonde with blue eyes, big breasts and ample curves, her hour glass figure always turned heads. She'd always been a bigger girl, but she wore it really well. She had no idea how much she weighed, but it was enough to make the tub creak when she stepped into it. In another, bigger town she would just be one of the crowd, but in Des Moines she was one of the elite. It was a nice feeling some days, when it became painfully obvious that some of her clients had absolutely nothing in common with her besides citizenship. On the days when she was glad she was like so many of the shady characters that filled the courthouse the feeling of being elite transformed into the simple feeling of loneliness. There really weren't many people in the city for her to relate to. Politically the town was on the verge of ushering in their Governor into another tenure, and it would make him the most elected Governor of all time. At face value the man in office seemed like every other politician, but upon even a cursory inspection there were glaring red flags: a police officer fired for ticketing him, his son getting a ticket for driving drunk and killing someone, persecution of his political opponents using the state as a device for petty revenge. But there wasn't an overwhelming cry of dissent or reforms looming on the horizon. People in Iowa just didn't seem to have the gumption to really care about what was going on around them. There were, of course, exceptions to this rule and Jen liked to think that she and her friends were counted among them, but the vast majority of people in the quiet little town, nestled into the center of the state at the heart of America, didn't want to rock the boat.

              Jen reluctantly made her way by cab back to her firm’s office.

              “You're late!” Ben said as she walked through the lobby.

              People were already drunk and lounging around. This was the way every party or dinner started and Jen wasn't a huge fan. She just didn't think it was fun to day drink instead of getting work done. She especially didn't like to take a night off after doing nothing all day. Jen always wondered how her peers at the firm got away with goofing off seemingly all day every time there was a meeting or some kind of gathering scheduled for that night.

              “Oh God,” Ben said as he held his drink a little closer to his chest. “You aren't going to go off on all of us for being day drunk. Not again. Please.”

              “Shut up,” Jen said as she walked to her office. “No I'm not going to scold all of you for being idiots again. If it makes you happy to be complete and total morons and waste your time acting like you're still in college then by all means, take multiple days off a month and devote them completely to drinking. What could be the worst thing that could happen?”
              Ben followed a short distance behind, all the way to the door of her office.

              “So I take it you don't want anything to drink, then,” he said. “No champagne, no beer, no liquor, no nothing.”

              Jen sat down at her desk and turned her computer on to check her emails.

              “No, Ben,” she said. “I don't want to drink all the time like the rest of you. Sure, I might have a drink every now and again but I'm certainly not going to start drinking during the middle of the week and it'll be a very cold day in hell when I start drinking during business hours.”

              “I thought you said you weren't going to scold everyone?” Ben said with a smirk.

              Jen liked Ben, even though he could be a huge smart ass. There was something inherently likeable about the lanky, six foot three, man with wiry muscles and black hair that cascaded down about shoulder length in thick curls.

              “Ben,” Jen said. “When did you get to be such a smarty pants? Was it today during your seventh or eighth drink? Or was it last night when you went to that electronic dance music concert and did a bunch of hard drugs.”

              “I done got so smarty pants when my parents done decided to have me,” Ben said in an accent that parodied what some of the local hillbillies sounded like.

              “You sure are a funny guy, Ben,” Jen said. “But I sure would appreciate it if you left me alone for a little bit so I could wrap up the work I did today. I mean, some of us actually went and did their jobs instead of lounging around and getting drunk.”

              Ben threw his head back and let out a loud laugh.

              “That's cold, Jen! But I hear you. I'll leave you to it. See you at the dinner shortly,” he said before letting the door close in front of him.

*****             

              The dinner - Jen dreaded going but knew that she had to. Everyone would be shit-faced and trying to hook up. That was the main thing that really threw her off wanting to participate in the culture that the firm manifested, that so many of her coworkers decided to use every mandatory get together as some kind of out in the open, middle of work meat market. It wasn't that Jen would mind getting laid or that she was a prude, it was that she didn't find it prudent to start sexual relationships at work. It just seemed like something that could backfire very easily and she didn't want to have to deal with anyone that might catch feelings on accident. Ben had crossed her mind as a possible interest, but he was one of those people that was still recovering from high school. If she remembered right, Ben had been the homecoming king, or the prom king, a couple of years in a row. Like many people that had been super popular in the small and insignificant world of high school, Ben was still having a really hard time adjusting to the rest of the world's paradigm where he wasn't at all important. In Ben's mind he was a sexy, suave, smooth, hard-working, well educated, and very stylish guy. To Jen though, he was just another person who joined a frat out of high school to try to make college as similar to the experience of his teens as possible. Instead of blooming into a person that he could respect when he woke up in the morning and looked in the mirror, he carried his insecurities everywhere, almost to the point of wearing them on his sleeve.

              “Ben, Ben, Ben,” Jen said under her breath as she looked through her emails.

              Jen really needed to get laid and she knew it. She was so busy, though she wasn't sure when the fantasy was going to become reality. She knew that it would someday by how many heads she turned on a daily basis, and that she probably wouldn't have a hard time picking someone up from a bar around closing time; but she really wanted to get into a relationship with someone special. It was just hard to find someone that she really liked when she worked so much. How many hours a week did she work, anyway? She tried to do quick calculations in her head and then remembered why she had become a lawyer—so that she wouldn't have to do math every day for a job. After thinking about it for a little bit she realized that if she guessed it would have to be at least ten hours a day, six days a week, sometimes seven. The bosses were always telling her to take it easy. Maybe she should take it easy, Jen thought; after all she was on salary so it wasn't like busting her ass all the time was making her see any more money.

              A knock came at her door.

              “Who is it?” Jen asked.

              In walked Ben.

              “God damn it Ben,” Jen said. “I'm busy. I told you that I'm working and still you insist on bugging me. How old are you any--”

              Ben cut her off.

              “Did you know that there is going to be a dance tonight?”

              “A dance?” Jen said. “You're kidding, right?”

              “No, I'm not joking at all,” Ben said. “I guess we are all going to eat downtown and there is going to be a DJ spinning stuff for couples to dance to and the partners want us all to dance together and to get to know each other better.”

              Jen grimaced.

              “And I'm sure you've noticed me noticing you and trying to get to know you a little better, albeit to no avail,” Ben said.

              “So you want to pressure me into agreeing to dance with you instead of waiting and asking me like a gentleman would,” Jen said. “Well that makes perfect sense, now doesn't it?”

              Ben rolled his eyes.

              “You know, there are plenty of women that throw themselves at me on a daily basis,” he said. “Have I ever told you that?”
              Now it was Jen's turn to show the whites of her eyes, as she gave them a huge roll.

              “Oh, Jesus age fucking Christ,” Jen said. “Just what exactly is it that you want?”

              Ben sat down in front of her and braced his forearms on his thighs as he leaned forward toward her desk in an effort to be earnest. Jen couldn't tell how much he'd had to drink, but she knew that she could smell it on him. That was usually a pretty good indicator that he was drunk, as far as Jen was concerned. But there was a big part of her that wanted to hear him out, that wanted Ben to say all the right things and sweep her off of her feet. After all, she was so lonely all of the time. That was something that she decided a while ago to admit to herself. She didn't think that it made her weak at all that she was lonely and longed for human affection; she thought it was normal to want those things. Jen just wasn't sure that she trusted that Ben could keep his ego in check and handle any kind of relationship, even the most superficial, physical kind. Ben opened his mouth to speak. Jen could tell by the look in his eyes that he was about to pour his heart out to her and she just didn't know if she could handle it right then.

              “Stop!” Jen said.

              Ben stopped with his mouth open, frozen like he was about to speak.

              “Listen. Maybe,
maybe
, I'll dance with you when we get down there and eat. If I feel like it,” Jen said. “But as of right now it kind of looks like I'll probably have to miss going down because there are some emails I need to write and I just haven't gotten the alone time that I need to get them done.”