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

by Hawke, Jessa

  He groaned heavily, driving his dick deep into her ass, just as the first shots of his cum filled her anus. Unable to hold herself back, she felt her own climax reaching its peak. Her pussy gripped the hard cock within it tightly as her orgasm washed over her, her juices once again filling her pussy and flowing over the cock within her overly sensitive folds. She felt as if her mind went totally blank as pleasure swept through every inch of her body, and as if that was not enough, Joe stuffed his huge cock deep into her cunt as he also exploded, three huge climaxes happening in her body at the same time. What a tale she would have to tell Debra, who would probably never believe her. This was definitely something that Lara would never forget and would always want to experience in her memory over and over again.

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  As the plane touched down at Heathrow, Debra let out a sigh of relief. She could not wait to see her friend so that she could tell her all about her encounter with the two football players. It was a pity that she had not joined them in the first class cabin but surely, nothing much could have happened in there.

  “Thank God the flight has finally come to an end, I get really sick in the air,” Mickey, the man who was seated next to her said, his eyes surveying her thighs hungrily as her fleshy legs rolled out of the short shorts she was wearing.

  “Yeah, at least I'm glad that I had you for company,” she said, her clit shifting in her pussy lips as her eyes swept over his crotch and realized that he had a huge hard on that he was desperately trying to hide with a jacket that was draped over his crotch.

  “I'm glad to hear that, maybe you would like to join me for a drink at my hotel before you head home,” he said, the feel of his gaze on her breasts making her nipples pebble with arousal.

  “Are you inviting me out on a date?” she asked, arching her eyebrows to look him in the eye as she regarded his very tempting invitation.

  She had been feeling sort of horny since they had left the U.S. and Mickey had been looking at her with very suggestive eyes, at one point during the flight even putting his hand on her thigh as they talked. He was not her kind of man, but the lust written all over his eyes sort of got her body excited in a strange way. At some point she had almost asked him to take her to the toilet booth and give her a good fuck just to take that itch away, but seeing the way that the plane was packed, her resolve had melted. Now here he was asking her something that she knew she would not be able to resist. She wanted to feel his Italian cock deep inside her aching pussy, giving her a good fuck that she would never forget.

  “Actually, it is not a date. I am downright horny and I wanna fuck the daylights out of you, Debra. From the heat in your eyes, I can tell that you are wondering how my cock would feel inside your vagina, right?” Hell, was this man reading her mind, because his words made her pussy cream up even more, and especially when he pulled his jacket away from his crotch and then took her hand, taking it to his crotch and rubbing it over a long thick erection.

  “Wow, I don’t know what to say, that kind of got me completely off guard,” Debra said, cursing herself for blushing so deeply to confirm what he had just said.

  “I have an even better idea, there will be a limo waiting for me, how about you and I get naughty at the back while being driven to the hotel, I promise you, we Italians are very good lovers,” Mickey said, his accent sounding really attractive as he placed a hand on her thigh and squeezed it, making Debra breath out heavily as she looked around to see if there were any passengers paying attention to what they were doing. She suddenly felt very self-conscious, especially since she could feel her love juices soaking into her thing and trickling into her butt crack.

  “Actually, Mickey, I am not travelling alone, I came with my best friend, Lara,” she said slowly, her whole body trembling with arousal.

  “She could always join us, where is she anyway?” he asked.

  “She went into the first class,” Debra said, considering what he had just said about all of them travelling with him in his limo.

  It was very tempting bringing Lara along as they made love in the back of the limo, but Debra was feeling way too horny and she wanted a cock all to herself, not to share, and besides, Lara might just take off with the two hot guys that she had gone with. Debra swallowed hard when she tried to picture Lara with both men in some hotel room making love to both of them at the same time. That was definitely something that she would not mind herself, two cocks fucking her at the same time, one in her cunt and the other in her ass, just like she had seen on a couple of porn flicks.

  “That shouldn’t be a problem, I am also in the company of a good friend of mine,” he said as she looked at him surprised. “Yeah, he is in the back, when I saw you sitting alone, I couldn’t help it and so I came here to join you. Maybe we could all share a good time.”

  Debra looked back in the direction in which he was pointing, and somewhere on one of the back seats was a tall handsome dark haired guy with the most intense looking eyes that seemed to look right through her. His face flushed a smile as she looked at him, and she wondered why she had not noticed him sooner. She imagined the way that his lips would feel wrapped around one of her nipples, or better still, encompassed around her throbbing clit. He winked at her as if he knew what they were talking about, and Debra felt herself melting to the very core. How in the world could she surely turn down such an enticing proposition, and who knows, Lara would probably take some time with the other two guys, which would mean a night full of passion for her with the two Italians. The thought made her even more aroused than ever and she felt her cunt becoming even damper with her juices, her thong soaking up completely in between her thighs.

  “I'll take the silence as consent to my offer,” he said as she looked back at him after a moment of silence.

  “I think that it will all depend on my friend,” Debra said, although in her mind she could already feel the Italian dick deep inside her vagina, doing naughty things to her body that she hungrily craved.

  He took a hold of her hand and squeezed it in a manner that told her that he knew exactly what was going on in her mind. The plane soon rallied to a stop, and soon the passengers began disembarking. Debra sat next to Mickey and he made no move to get up just yet, probably because he was waiting for the raging hard on in his pants to cool off.

  “May I take the liberty to introduce myself,” a strong Italian accent said, interrupting her thoughts as she looked up at the strikingly hot intruder that she wished would intrude her body in other delicious places. “I'm Marco. I guess that Mickey here is way too blown away with your beauty to do the honors.”

  He took her hand and kissed it on the palm lightly, and Debra could swear that she felt the sensations from the touch going straight to her vagina and tickling her throbbing clit in a pleasant way.

  “You are a very sexy woman, and I hope that Mickey invited you to ride with us in the car,” he said, and she could feel his eyes feasting on her cleavage, even going ahead and undressing her with his mind.

  “Hello, I'm Debra,” she finally managed to get her tongue back. “And thank you very much for the compliment.”

  “I actually asked her to ride with us in the limo. I have a feeling that she is going to really enjoy it,” Mickey said to his friend as they began to get up from their seats.

  “That sounds like an excellent plan if she has agreed, as long as I'm also invited since I don’t plan to sit back and watch,” he said, and for the first time, Debra noticed just how sexy and commanding he was.

  As they made their way to the stairs, she spotted Lara, and from the way that she was awkwardly walking and the gleam on her face, Debra could tell that something really explosive had happened to her in the first class. She was followed by the two footballers and from the way that they were all over her, Debra did not need anyone to explain to her what they had done to Lara, making her a little jealous and eager to also have some fun with her two men.

  “We will meet up at the Four Seasons tomorrow morning,” Lara
said to her softly, and Debra was sure that she could smell the scent of sex on her. “I'll explain everything to you then, okay?”

  Debra nodded at her friend knowingly as the men whisked her away. Debra could only imagine what had been happening on the plane in that first class cabin, and she felt her own lust bubbling to the surface in full force. They rushed through customs and as soon as she was done securing her luggage and giving it to the chauffeur who had come to pick them up, she turned to face her two Italian gentlemen who seemed to have been studying her ass the whole time.

  “Okay, guys, you asked for it, where is the limo? Is it time for us to party?” she said, following them out of the building, where a long black limo was waiting for them.

  She slipped off her thong the moment that she entered the car, and Mickey took it from her and took it to his nose, sniffing it in with a satisfying look on his face.

  “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.

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  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.