by Hawke, Jessa
“Hey, boys,” she said. “I want you to fuck me now. Listen, I mean now. I need it!”
They both responded instantly, releasing their hold on each other to follow the eager voice of Amber. Dorian was there first, his rock hard Latin cock in his hand. He rubbed it against her pussy and she loved it, practically begging for more. She loved the way strange dick felt against her pussy and it was turning her on even more than she had been turned on before. It was like she already new that she was going to come, because she did. She knew that within a few strokes she'd be coming on his dick like she'd never had sex before in her life and he was her sexual liberator and savior.
“Fuck me!” she said. “Fuck me! Please fuck me! You have no idea how bad I need it! Just please, please, will you fuck me!? Oh my God I just can't wait anymore!”
Damion slid his fat Latin cock into her quivering cunt and smiled as she started to have an orgasm. Her whole body shook and convulsed as one of the most powerful orgasm she'd ever felt rocked through her body and made her feel like she was going to pass out.
“Do you like that?” Frank said. “Do you like that you little slut? I bet you do. I bet you fucking do you little bitch in heat. Look at you, all fucked up over some dick. He only thrust into you one time and you came harder than you ever have with me. You're such a fucking little slut! And I love you for it baby!”
Just then she felt another orgasm building, this time greater than the last by a long shot. She knew that this time she really was going to pass out. She motioned for Damion to fuck her as hard as he could so he really started giving her the gusto. Just when she was going to voice that she was going to have another orgasm it seemed like the whole world went gray as her body pulsed with pleasure. It felt so great to be coming on his cock over and over. She couldn't believe how good it felt to have the Latin cock in her pussy, and feel his dancer's body pressed up against her. All of his muscles and sinew stretched so taught.
“Oh baby,” Amber said. “You feel so fucking good inside of me.”
Just then she felt Damion stiffen and realized it was because Frank was entering him from behind. Amber knew from personal experience that Frank's cock was fucking huge, and that there was no way that Damion was going to be able to take that huge cock in his little asshole without feeling. Amber knew that it would feel good, but she also knew that it would be pretty intense. She wondered what it would be like for someone who wasn't used to getting fucked in the ass at all. Although she'd never been fucked in the ass before Frank she'd been able to buy butt plugs and other sexual toys and devices meant to make it so that anal sex was much more pleasurable than it would be if you didn't first get your body ready for it. Amber had thought it a lot of work at first, especially when Frank had had her wearing a butt plug around the house just to get her ready, but when they'd finally fucked in the ass she'd loved it so much and came again and again.
But with Damion there hadn't been the preparation that had gone into it with Amber. She wondered how much he was loving it and how much he was hating it. She could tell, however, by his moans that he didn't want it to end anytime soon. It sounded like he was loving how much it was making him feel every second of it. Finally Frank was all the way inside of him and both of the men relaxed a little bit.
“How does it feel to be balls deep inside of me while my husband in balls deep inside of you?” Amber asked.
Damion didn't say anything, he just grunted as he thrust his cock forward into Amber's pussy, and then his ass backward onto Frank's thick cock. Amber loved the little noises that he made as he fucked himself back and forth, into her and then backward so that Frank was thrust into him. Finally Damion had had enough and he start to gasp
“Oh my God! Oh my God! I'm going to come! Please, oh God, fuck me harder!”
Both Amber and Frank fucked him harder and Damion came so hard that he let out a howl that sounded almost like he was crying out in pain.
“Fuck yeah, he loved it,” Frank said as he tossed Damion over to the side of the bed.
Frank grabbed Amber and flipped her around so that her ass was in the air. Quickly he was balls deep in Amber and she was loving it and panting like an animal while Frank pounded away at her ass.
“Fuck yes baby,” she said. “Fuck my ass. You know how much I love it when you fuck my ass so please fuck it hard baby. All right! Please, just like that! Please just keep fucking me! Oh my God you feel so fucking good! Yes, just like that! Keep fucking me!”
Amber could feel an orgasm building. She always came so hard when Frank was fucking her in the ass.
“Oh my God, baby, I'm going to come! Keep fucking my ass just like that baby I'm going to fucking come!”
Frank thrust into her as she came, he coming as well. When they were finished they collapsed in opposite directions. Damion cleaned up and got dressed and headed for his car. Amber and Frank fell asleep in each others arms.
“So what did you think?” Amber asked Frank. It was later in the evening and they were having a candle lit dinner with wine.
“I think it was interesting to say the least,” Frank said. “I mean, I don't know if I would seek it out or anything, but I also don't know if I'd turn it down. So I guess I learned something about myself I didn't know before, and that's the whole point, isn't it.”
Amber raised her glass and toasted him. It was cool to be able to see some things come together. They weren't sure yet if they wanted to have Damion over again, but the option was on the table if they wanted to seize hold of it. Right now all either of them wanted to do was lay in bed. They were sipping wine and talking, but the sexual encounter had really taken it out of them.
“How are you feeling?” Frank asked. “I only ask because I, myself, am pretty much beat. I haven't been this tired in a very long time. I was just wondering how you were holding up over there. You don't seem to give a whole lot away.”
“Oh, I'm doing fine,” Amber said. “I had a lot of fun and I love you for being open minded and doing that with me. I liked it a lot and maybe some day I'll want to do it again, but I'm not sure when that will be. I mean, if you want we could swap or whatever, I'm just saying that if you aren't super into it you don't have to keep fucking guys because I want you to or anything like that.”
“It's nothing like that at all,” Frank said. “The whole exploring my curiosity is completely me just really wanting to explore my sexuality. You know how I am about things—I don't want to knock anything until I've tried it and I don't feel like I've really given it an honest go until I've done it about a dozen times.”
They both laughed at this. They were eating some lamb that Frank had prepared. Amber wasn't sure how Frank knew to cook some of the things he cooked, but she knew that she really enjoyed it when it came together. There were times when things didn't go so well and Amber would have to soldier on through a meal because things were so fucked up, but that hadn't happened in awhile.
“What do you think we should do next?” Frank asked. “I mean, is there a specific agenda, or are we just playing by ear?”
“Well right now we're just playing by ear,” Amber said. “I don't want it to seem forced at all, or to be something that we both don't enjoy and get a lot out of. I know that there are some things that I want to try, and I know there are somethings you want to try, and some of those things probably involve me just like mine do for yours, so I don't see a game plan really being that advantageous. Do you?”
Frank took a big bite of lamb and thought for a little while before speaking.
“You know,” he started. “For some things I think that it would probably be best to have some kind of plan. I'm not trying to come off as some kind of neurotic asshole about it, but if we had some kind of thought process for some of our adventures I just think that they would go a lot better, where as with others I think that trying to figure out what will happen before it happens is a really bad idea. I like the idea of things happening organically, but like today, sometimes that isn't so possible. So we sac
rificed a little bit of what our ideal situation would be and we still had a lot of fun. But maybe in the future we'd find that we allowed to much to go unchecked. Or something like that. I don't know. These kind of things are hard to speculate about sometimes.”
Over the course of the next few years they kept experimenting with their sexuality. It didn't go as they thought. Both of them had envisioned some kind of slow and steady progression, but after a few sexual experiences they both realized that what they were looking for was a kind of intimacy that they figured would be easiest to find with another couple. While they looked for another couple they would have Damion over on occasion to play with, but it was never as fun like it had been the first time. There was just something missing anytime they planned it out. Sure, it was still fun and everyone still got off, but so much of what made it really fun was how it happened out of nowhere and sometimes the people doing it weren't even ready for it.
But there were other times when planning, as Frank put it, did help out. Like when Amber decided that she wanted to fuck some of her friends. It helped that she talked about it with Frank so they could coordinate their flirting in real life and over social media to get the women they wanted in bed. Really, in all actuality, the sex was the fun part but what really brought them closer together as a couple was sharing fantasies and trying to plan out the spontaneity without losing anything. One day they had Damion over for what they thought would be the last time before they started seriously trying to date another couple.
“Damion,” Amber begged. “Please fuck my ass. I want you to. I know you want to fuck my pussy but I really want you to fuck my ass. Just hear me out.”
“If this is the last time then I have to get some of that pussy and we both know that if I fuck your ass first then I'm not going to be getting any of that pussy. Because that's just not how you're supposed to do it. I think everyone has seen the Clerks movie where they talk about it.”
This comment brought chuckles from everyone.
“All right, all right, fuck my pussy already,” Amber said trying to sound like she was irritated.
Damion didn't need to be told twice. Spitting on the head of his throbbing shaft he slowly worked it up and down Amber's pussy lips until he thought he'd turned her on enough where he could ease into her. Sometimes she liked having to work it into her pussy though, and so did Damion. Amber couldn't believe that this might actually be one of the last times that she would be able to enjoy Damion's cock.
“Oh, Damion,” she said. “You're fucking dick feels so good. God damn it, why can't I just keep fucking you while we date this other couple?! I love how your fucking rock hard Latin cock throbs in my pussy, hitting all the right spots. God, please never stop fucking me. I love how your fucking cock feels in my pussy. You motherfucker. Just keep fucking me you fucking motherfucker.”
With that Amber came, and she shouted as she climaxed. Sometimes she did that, the whole coming dramatically thing. It wasn't that anyone minded, it was just that other times she did the exact opposite and would come all quiet like, like she wasn't supposed to make a peep as an orgasm rocked her body harder than it had in a long time.
And that ended up being the last time. Damion didn't come over anymore after that and they didn't go over to his place. The new couple they started seeing ended up being a good fit and everyone not only got along well but fucked well together. So Amber and Frank explored their sexualities every way they could think of in that group setting. It was fun and exciting, but there was always a little part of Amber that wished that she could still fuck Damion. There was something about that rock hard Latin cock that was hard to duplicate. And sometimes, when she really really missed his cock, she'd put Ice, Ice, Baby on the stereo and fuck to it while sharing the occasional wink with Frank. All and all it brought them closer together, this much they both agreed on, but they also thought that for some couples swinging like they did, or at lest their limited version of it, would not work for all couples. Too many couples had that one thing, or things, that would set them off and sent them spiraling into some frenzy of emotion that not only didn't look good, but that no one wanted to deal with. It really did test the relationship, saw if there was any jealous contained there in.
Then, one day years later, Damion say Amber and Frank eating at a diner by the docks. He joined them for a while, and they chatted about this and that. Finally they went for a walk down by the beach, and eventually they all ended up fucking on the sand while the waves lapped their toes. It was one of those moments that seemed like something out of a dream. After they left and went back home Frank even wondered aloud if maybe it had been a dream. Amber knew it hadn't been, though, no matter how otherworldly good it had been. She knew that somehow, someway, she and Damion shared a connection. Damion was the spice that had ignited Frank and her's life together. It turned out all they had needed was just some spice, just a little spice, to set things off. And now that things were the way they were Frank had proposed and she'd said yes. They'd never been happier. And they owed it all to Vanilla Ice and his concert in the mall. Or at least that's what Frank would tell her whenever she would miss Damion. Years later, when they were both old, she would try to track down Damion just to talk to him only to find that he had disappeared back to his country south of the border. She was never able to locate or speak with him again. Frank and her always thought fondly back on their time with him, and in their old age wished they could call him up for a chat about the good old days when everyone was too horny to control themselves.
THE END
Billionaire Lust
Sally had been working at the largest insurance broker in town for about three years now. It wasn't as bad as most people told themselves. There was plenty to do, and plenty of people to do it, and since none of it was that hard everyone could rotate jobs so that people didn't feel like they were going to die of tedium. Today had been very different from most days. Today there had been an enormous tidal wave off the coast that had wrecked a bunch of property that was insured through the firm, so everyone was as busy as a worker bee in the last days of summer.
Sally had been able to stay clear of most of the heavy lifting, though. She hated to think of it that way, but really, if she was making over twenty thousand a year more than her subordinates, who should be doing the tedious work? Besides, Sally was better utilized doing other things, like working the phones trying to figure out what was going on. She was trying to find a freelance photographer on the east coast but it was proving harder than she imagined. She needed to get one on the hook quickly because before long people would try to capitalize on the situation by destroying property themselves and reporting it as wrecked during the natural disaster.
As Sally sat in her office making call after call she saw her boss leave his office down the hall looking like he had a purpose. This made Sally nervous because her boss, Kieth, although a nice guy, wasn't the kind of man who let a good idea go. He had to know that she was making calls to photographers all day, and maybe he also knew that she wasn't having any luck as everyone dealt with one of the biggest disasters in United States history. As Sally watched Kieth's muscular frame stride down the hall she couldn't notice how handsome he was. Kieth really was a looker, with his chiseled granite chin, dark hair and blue eyes. He looked like the kind of guy that could have played line backer in professional football. What made Sally wish that Kieth wasn't striding down the hall toward her with his jaw set was that he probably was going to grab a few people and head to the east coast to collect information.
Up to this point Sally had been hopeful that wouldn't be necessary. She'd hope that the tide would recede back into the ocean and she'd finally be able to get a hold of someone that knew how to take some pictures. Flying people out to the east coast would be tricky considering they might not even be able to get a flight to land there, and if they did they might be told by the authorities that they couldn't do anything but proceed to a big arena style shelter where people were being treated for all
kinds of injuries. Sally really didn't want to end up getting in the way of first responders, and she also really didn't want to catch some strange disease that would have been completely avoided if they'd just kept level heads and waited until things cleared enough to hire someone.
“We've got to go now,” Kieth said leaning into the office. “I know what you're about to say: It's too dangerous. Well, I got my pilot on the phone and he says he's willing to fly us out there in my jet if we're ready. He knows of a few private air strips that we can use to touch down, and the people that own the landing strips will help us out with transportation after that. It'll be easy as pie.”
“Is there anything out there we are going to see, specifically?” I asked as I gathered up a few essentials I would need for the trip.
“Yes, actually,” Kieth said. “There is a federal building that I want to get pictures of before the smoked clears, so to speak. The feds have been pretty wishy washy about what is really happening out there, and I think it might be because they plan on making a metric shit ton of insurance claims after the smoke clears. If we can get out there in the thick of it and take pictures of the water levels then we can try to talk them down, or maybe just deny the claims.”
“But if they have cameras in the building running on battery,” I started to say.
“Well then we'll ask to see the footage,” Kieth said. “I just feel like if we don't have a little bit of leverage there won't be any footage, but if we do have some leverage then suddenly the footage wasn't ruined and here, look at this, we were off but not by too much.”
I nodded. He had a good point. A lot of people in the federal government made a living off of little scams like this. If they could get a good chunk of money back they would be looking to keep part of it, and the easiest way to do that would be to ask for more money than they really needed and keep the part that wasn't used. As simple as scam was it was hard to protect against; the only real way would be to go out there. So it looked like they would go.
