by Hawke, Jessa
Fran motioned for both men to take a seat at the bar and hoisted herself on top of it. Standing up she started to do a little striptease for the two men looking up at her. She knew that both of them wanted her. How could they not? By the time both of her amazing tits were out and jiggling in the air they were both sporting hard ons in their trousers that she could see from above them. She slowly danced her way out of all her clothes before sitting down in front of one of the men and spreading her legs. Right before Chad went down on her she realized who it was out of the two men and ran her hand through his hair as he started to nibble on her clit. It wasn't long before his tongue was caressing her clit again and again, until she felt something like an orgasm approaching. She knew it wasn't going to be the biggest orgasm she'd ever had, but it still might be enough for her to do something embarrassing. Just before she came she realized there was no way for her to hide her facial expressions from the two men.
“Oh fuck, just like that. Keep going,” she said. “I'm going to come! Just keep eating me out just like that! Oh fuck yes!”
Fran could feel the orgasm welling up in her, and when she came her whole body curled up while her thighs locked around Chad's head. She could feel his tongue continuing to caress her rock hard clit as she undulated her hips toward is face. When her orgasm finally subsided she felt spent, but knew that the sex was just starting.
“How did it feel?” Brad said with a chuckle as he crawled up on the bar.
Without saying anything else he pulled her away from Chad's face and positioned her hips in front of his own. He took the throbbing, purple head of his rock hard shaft and slapped it against her pussy a few times. Fran couldn't believe how turned on she was. Her she was at the top of the highest building in town, fooling around with two of the leading men in the video game industry after getting the details for one of the biggest stories ever. As Brad slid into her pussy she wrapped her legs around him. His cock felt so hard inside of her she couldn't wait for him to fuck her hard.
“Pound my pussy,” Fran said. “Fuck me, hard. I want you to fuck me as hard as you can. Don't think that you are going to hurt me or anything like that. I can take it. And while you fuck me I want you to pinch and twist my nipples.”
Brad didn't need to be told twice. He started fucking her, at first slowly, but quickly he built up to a tempo that was fast and furious. While he was doing this Chad climbed up onto the bar and fed his cock into Fran's eager mouth. Fran had never been in a threesome before, but it was turning her on so much now to be the center of attention. She thought about the female reporter that had complained that she'd been sexually harassed and thought about how much she must have missed out on. Brad's cock felt so good in her pussy that when she reached down and started stroking her clit while she sucked on Chad's cock she felt like she might come any second.
“Oh fuck yes,” Fran moaned after Chad's dick had popped out of her mouth. “Fuck me, fuck me! Please, for the love of God, give it to me as hard as you fucking can!”
Brad gave it to her harder, really giving her the gusto that she wanted. She could feel his balls slapping against her asshole as his big cock sawed in and out of her pussy at a rate that made her whole sex tremble with pleasure.
“Do you like that?” Brad asked. “Do you like being used like a fucking slut? Do you like the way I pound your fucking little, tight pussy? I bet you do. I bet you love the way I fuck your little pussy. I bet it feels great. You know you love it. Don't you? Don't you know you love it? Why don't you tell me?”
“I fucking love it,” Fran said as she furiously played with her clit. “I fucking love it so God damn much. Fuck me baby. Fuck me harder! I know you're fucking me hard now but fuck me harder and I'll let you come in me!”
Brad fucked her even harder, and with even more wild abandon.
“Come on baby!” Fran nearly screamed. “Come on and fuck me! Give it to me! I want it! I need it!”
“I'm about to come!” Brad said as he fucked her harder and harder still. “Fuck! I'm coming!”
Fran could feel his cock get as hard as iron before it started to spasm, shooting her pussy full of his thick spunk. She tilted her hips back in an effort to give him better access to the back of her pussy as he pounded away while he came. Fran loved it when guys weren't afraid to keep fucking hard while they came inside of her. Too often guys would start to come and then become too sensitive to continue, so then suddenly the fucking would be over just as they started coming. This was particularly frustrating because so many men’s cocks reach their hardest and biggest right before they come, and when they are coming. So it really, really frustrated Fran that so many men became frozen in place when they started to ejaculate inside of her. But she always loved the feeling of semen splashing against her pussy walls.
“Fuck you feel so good, baby!” Fran moaned as Brad finished his final thrust and started to rolled off of her.
“My turn now,” Chad said as he took Brad's place.
As Chad slipped into Fran, Brad slipped his still large but somewhat flaccid cock into Chad's waiting mouth. Fran couldn't be sure but as nonchalantly as they were about it, it seemed like they'd done it before. Chad fucked Fran as best he could while sucking on Brad's dick, but soon Brad had to switch to Fran's mouth. Fran sucked on it like her life depended on it. Everything that was happening kept turning her on more and more. It was like one of those positive feedback loops that people in the video game industry talk about when they talk about marketing and how important groundswell is. Well the only swell that Fran cared about now was the swelling of Brad's cock in her mouth and swelling of her pussy while Chad's thrusts filled her up.
“Fuck me Chad,” Fran said when Brad pulled out of her mouth. “Fuck me baby. I want you to come in me too. Fuck me nice and hard and fast. Just like that. There you go. Now harder. Harder! That's right! Really give it to me!”
“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck,” Chad said over and over again. It was apparent that he was getting close to orgasm but Fran didn't how close.
“I'm coming!” they both said at the same time.
Fran's back arched as her body rocked with another orgasm. Chad kept thrusting frantically as he came. She could feel his prick convulsing and filling her up with his semen. She loved the full feeling she got whenever someone filled her pussy up and now was no different, except that she'd just gotten her pussy filled up by two different men consecutively. It was something from her wildest dreams. Because Fran didn't kid herself about her sexual appetites. The men had been right when they'd said they'd known she wanted to fuck. She'd been thinking about it the whole ride to the building. Sure, she'd been thinking about how another reporter had flipped shit when the duo, Chad and Brad, had come onto her. But it was kind of the same as thinking about how they could come onto her and what might happen. She was happy things had turned out the way they did. She only hoped that maybe she could get some more dick before both of the men were worn out.
Fran got her wish.
Brad grabbed her hips and pulled them over to the edge of the bar so that she faced down and her ass hung over the side. He reached behind the bar quickly and fished a bottle of lube out of somewhere then let a large dollop land on her asshole. Fran loved getting fucked in the ass. It was one of her favorite things. Whenever someone said they didn't like it in the ass Fran always felt bad for them and whoever they were fucking. How could someone not like getting a big dick in their ass?
“Fucking give it to me!” Fran yelled.
Brad didn't give into her demands right away, though. He slipped his cock into her ass slowly. As he did this Chad ran around behind Brad. It took Fran a second to realize what was going on, but then she felt Brad's body stiffen. She realized that Chad was fucking Brad in the ass while Brad fucked her in the ass. It turned her on so much. She couldn't help but come right then on the spot. By the time she stopped coming both men had shot their loads, Brad in her ass, and Chad in Brad's ass. They all stood looking at eac
h other for a moment, then laughed as they all had another drink. After their drinks the duo showed her to the showers. After she showered Fran headed back to the office.
The story that Fran broke turned out to be the biggest story “of all time,” according to some headline. People just couldn't get over how they could play a game that was really playing them. At the same time businessmen couldn't get over how this new technology was going to impact their lives. The government immediately started to do their own work up of what was going on with what some scientists were calling a newly discovered psychic link between humans.
Fran had compared what the duo were going to do in their game with the old science fiction book “Childhood's End,” by Arthur C. Clarke. In the book humanity stops having children and become one hive mind that ascends into space. And while people weren't going to space, and people were certainly still having children, it was still a lot like that. There was just so much people had chosen to disbelieve that was now plain as day. For certain there was an ego, and an id, and probably even a super ego. So a lot of what Freud had said had been correct. At the same time many things people had long held as beliefs were being blown out of the water. Religious people, for instance, were having a hard time reconciling telepathy with an all knowing God. Fran wasn't really sure why this was a hang up for them since telepathy might fit well into an argument as to how God was real, and how he was able to do what he did, but Fran wasn't trying to convince people how to think.
Something that happened that she didn't expect was that she didn't get famous. Somehow, even though she broke the story and would go down in history as the person that did so, people moved on very quickly because of how ground breaking the news was. In a way it was a relief for Fran, who'd thought about what it would be like if the media tore her life apart and decided that she hoped that it didn't happen, even though she knew that it very well might happen that way, no matter what she wanted.
But time kept on marching by, and even though Fran was promoted, she pretty much did the same job she'd always done. People respected her now where as before they had only looked at her like a pair of tits and ass. When she called important peoples' offices she was always heartily greeted by their secretary then quickly transferred over, rather than before when she had to quick talk her way past the secretary. Everything was great until Brad called her one day.
“So, I have some bad news,” Brad said.
“What, are you pregnant?” Fran said. “I joke, I joke, of course.”
“Well, maybe that wouldn't be so bad considering what I actually have to tell you,” Brad said. “It turns out that the little demo man that we kept playing with evolved way earlier than we thought. So instead of just being a passive observer slash participant the 'dark man' became an observer that was much more active. It turns out that he video taped the entire thing, but without really video taping it. You know how things are in this weird plane of telepathy, as people are now referring to it.”
“What?” Fran said. “You mean to tell me that a thing that was just a figment of our imaginations recorded us having sex?”
“Well that's the thing,” Brad said. “It's not as easy as the demo man being just in our head. Just like people imprint on the mainframe we imprinted this guy into the mainframe, so much so that he was able to more or less record us all fooling around with his mind. And then he released it on the internet months later. Or something like that. Maybe the 'mind' of the demo man merged with something on the internet and everything switched over, I don't really know to be honest. But I do know that a video of us all fucking is on the internet as we speak, and people are loving it! And, since it was recorded without our consent it's kind of a get out of jail free card, not that what we did was wrong by any means. You know what I'm saying though. Also, there are a lot of news stations hitting me up already. They'll be after you too soon.”
Fran thanked Brad for the heads up. She pondered what she should do as she sat at her dining room table. She had a new boyfriend who probably wouldn't respond that well to seeing a video of her in a threesome with two other guys. Her parents might see it. The people she worked with. If it was anywhere near as bad as Brad was making it out to be news of the video would be all over the air waves within the hour. Fran wondered if it wouldn't be better to just come clean with everyone and let them know what was going on before there was a chance for reporters and radio talk show hosts to sink their teeth into it.
But the more Fran thought about it the more she didn't care. Who were people to tell her who she couldn't and could sleep with? And so what if they all fooled around while figuring out that humans had finally used technology to make the a long awaited evolutionary jump from being verbal communicators to being telepathic, or semi-telepathic. Fran thought about Chad and Brad sitting up in their tower, having to answer phone calls about the video and explain their relationship with her. She was grateful that Brad had called, and judging from the lack of calls she was receiving, he and Chad were most likely handling the entire thing for her. That was pretty great of them, and she was thankful for that. But that wouldn't stop the tape from leaking, if it already hadn't. And when it leaked it would literally be everywhere, and then there would be nowhere to hide. She would just have to face the music and everyone else who'd seen the video. She'd just have to deal with it.
Fran got up and walked outside. Her new boyfriend Brian was mowing the yard for her. He turned and waved, smiling bright. Fran walked over and draped her arms around him, kissing him on the neck. It was a good feeling to have someone to love and to hold. She figured the best way to keep him around would be to tell him. So she took him by the hand and led him inside. At first things didn't go so well. Brian wasn't happy that she hadn't told her about the recent threesome, but then he realized how weird it would have been had she told him about it. Because why would she bring that up to a new boyfriend?
It took a while, and a lot of talking, but eventually Fran had Brian calmed down to the point that he was joking about wanting to watch the tape, and how the thought of it turned him on. Then they went upstairs and fucked like animals on her new comforter. It was a good life, she had to admit to herself, as Brian fucked her from behind. She was famous and now a sex symbol. She didn't know what was going to happen next in life but she was eager to find out. Maybe everyone's mind would fuse together somehow and then everyone would be pretty much the same person, except of course that would mean everyone losing their identity. But would that be such a bad thing? As Brian fucked her from behind and she felt an orgasm coming on she smiled. It didn't matter to her what happened after this. She'd gotten pretty much everything she wanted out of life already. Everything else that happened after was just icing on the cake.
The next day was when the tape hit the air waves, and then her phone was ringing off the hook like crazy. She couldn't seem to tell enough reporters that what had happened on the video was pretty much the story of the sexual encounter in its entirety. The storm didn't last long though, and before she knew it Fran was back to the same old same old. And nothing had ever felt better in her whole entire life. She just wished she could have one more threesome with the duo. Just one more, for old times’ sake.
THE END
The Cherished Bride
The advertisement in the paper called for a bride. Clara did not know if she could be a bride, but she knew that she could certainly try. After all, what she was going through now was no less difficult, and here she was, making the best of it.
Wasn’t she?
She looked around, but there was no one to ask. The fact that she was alone, without the sweetness of Sarah or the mischievous grin of Edward to distract her, hit her even harder than it had a week ago. But such was the lot of a young governess, she thought, trying to mold the feeling into a more appropriate size, squelching it down to where it no longer hurt.
That was successful for only a moment, until the beast of feeling yawned up inside of her and she buried her head in her pillow to stifle
a groan. After a few moments, when it subsided, she lifted her head, unruly chestnut curls falling from her bun over her face. She glanced over at the advertisement again.
Widower seeks bride to help run ranch out in California. Go wild Wild West right NOW!
What manner of man takes out an advertisement like this, Clara couldn’t help but wonder. It was not the first time she had happened on such a piece in the paper, and she knew that for the most part, it was wealthy old widowers who so relied on women to run their households that when their wives died, they were as helpless as the lambs they raised. She had heard rumors, of course, of these men driven mad by lust for the young brides who had made their way west to improve their fortunes, and the idea of a fat, slovenly American on top of her was enough to make Clara shudder involuntarily. The post she was looking for was far less distasteful. Besides, everyone knew there were some rules of decorum to be followed when it came to such matters, and the idea of a ranch, where there were sure to be animals around, appealed to her. She was used to little critters who needed her help.
