ROMANCE: PARANORMAL ROMANCE: Coveted by the Werewolves (Paranormal MMF Bisexual Menage Romance) (New Adult Shifter Romance Short Stories) (177 page)

              Derek fucked her from behind with a determination that most people lost as soon as they entered her from behind. Most men, once they realized they were getting laid, became pretty lazy about the whole thing, like they were suddenly above working for the orgasm. But not Derek. Just when things were going to turn Jane on so much she was headed for another orgasm Jon burst in the room. Jane thought for sure that Jon would want to be able to have round two, or that he'd fuck her mouth or something of that nature, but instead he ran and posted up behind Derek. It wasn't until Derek stopped thrusting and leaned back a little bit that Jane realized that Jon was entering Derek from behind. Then Derek started fucking her again, vigorously. She loved every second of it, especially when Derek would slam forward and then, just a moment later, there would be a second movement forward as Jon slammed into Derek's ass.

              “Fuck me harder!” Jane moaned. “Don't slow down! Fuck, please don't slow down! You both need to fuck me as hard as you can! So fuck me harder! I need it harder now! I can't wait! So please, please, just keep fucking me like that. Just like that. Please keep fucking me. Just like that! But harder!”

              Both Derek and Jon were huffing and puffing, fucking as fast and as hard as they could. It turned out that they both were running out of steam. Derek started to say something about Jon being close to coming. Jane tried to convince Jon not to blow his load but he said that he didn't have a choice, that he wouldn't if he didn't have to. Jane didn't want to delve into whether he really had to or not, especially with how hard Derek was getting from the pressure on his prostrate from Jon's rock hard cock. Suddenly she felt Derek stiffen and knew from Jon's moans it was because Jon was filling his ass up with spunk.

              Jon fell back after he'd come, excusing himself to leave the office and go somewhere else, probably the showers. But Derek wasn't done yet, and in fact he seemed more determined now than ever to get off in her pussy. Jane arched her back in an effort to give him better access. Then out of nowhere she came, so hard that she saw stars. Derek had to hold her up by the hips as he fucked her after her whole body went slack during the orgasm. She knew that he would want to keep fucking her while she came, and she also knew that it wouldn't be all that easy if she was going to come so hard that she couldn't support herself at all. But that was how hard she came, and she kept coming and coming so much that all she could do was lie on the desk like and get fucked while she felt the best she'd ever felt before.

              “Fuck, oh baby,” she moaned when she finished.

              “I'm going to come,” Derek said. “Get on your knees!”
              Jane dropped to her knees as Derek leveled his cock at her face, his hand blurring up and down his shaft as he pleasured himself as he looked into her eyes.

              “Are you ready to eat my come?” Derek said. “Are you ready? Do you want to eat my fucking come baby? I know you do. I know you fucking do you little slut. Tell me that you want to while you twist your own nipples. Tell me that you want to come! I want to hear you say it! Fucking tell me that you want to come in your mouth and all over your face and tits!”

              “Come on me!” Jane said.

              Rope after rope of semen shot from Derek's cock. Jane tried to catch them all in her mouth but failed. She got some on her tits and this seemed to turn on Derek even more. After he finished she sucked him dry and they both left.

              The rest of her time at the firm Jane ended up making more money than she could have ever imagined. It was months before either Derek or Jon even came close to slowing down. They both were after her at least everyday, sometimes twice a day. Jane never ended up learning a thing about law, but learned a bunch of other stuff about life and fucking that she was able to use after she left. Both of the men turned out to be great references, and even lined her up with a job in another city when she moved away. Over all it was a great experience for her, except that since she was getting so much action from work she kind of lost interest in boys. It wasn't that she wouldn't have minded a boyfriend, it was just that it would have seemed like a lot of extra work for no reason. Jon and Derek being so hung made it seem silly to date a guy and maybe catch some feelings for him if he wasn't going to be able to satisfy her the way her bosses did. Because they really did do a great job, no matter their age.

              Years later, after she was married and had kids, the two partners from her first real job were ancient, but she still made the time to visit them a few times. She didn't tell her husband that she still loved riding their cocks, which hadn't shrunk with age at all. The sex between all three of them remained one of Jane's best kept secrets and favorite memories from her youth. If there was any way to go back and do things again she would have done everything the same, except this time she would have asked for even more money. And more dick!

              When her daughter grew up she'd ask her mom what she thought of feminism and womens' struggle in the workplace. Jane would laugh and say nothing helped her get ahead like getting under her bosses.

THE END

Inked Lust

1

“Yeah, I’m on my way to that address now, Sarg, to interview the guy, do I need backup?” Tanya needed to be sure.

A male voice came back over the radio indicting negative, so the police car continued on its route to the address located in one of the lesser desirable parts of town.

They pulled up and scanned the street.

“You want to stay in the car, Alfie?” Tanya asked her partner as she opened up the car door. “I’m concerned these bums might take anything that’s not bolted down, if we leave it empty.”

Alfie nodded, he knew the area well and other than the transients there was little chance of trouble. Though she was right about the patrol car, if they left it unattended they would probably be hitching a lift back to the station.

“Give me a few minutes,” she smiled back at him through the open, front door window.

Tanya approached the run down block of apartments. She’s always admired these huge old buildings, but they had seen better days. Nowadays they were divided into apartments, by landlords that really didn’t care about their tenants, or the buildings. They were all run down and dilapidated. Most housed those down on their luck, on welfare, or low paid jobs.

As far as Tanya was concerned, life was all about luck. Where you were born right, up to the decisions you made and the openings you might be lucky enough to grab. These people did not want to live in these shit holes, but they had no choice. Hell, her own place wasn’t much better, although she had nicer neighbors. Her apartment was above a restaurant with a neon flashing sign, and it was open into the early hours of the morning. Still, it was home.

A couple of youths sat on the stone stairway leading up to the building that she was approaching. She would ignore them, unless they asked for her attention. Tanya had little fear of what went on these streets, she’d lived and worked in them, all her life. She knew that she fit in well. Her black skin just melded in with the other residents. Her uniform, now that stood out like a beacon light. She had no care though, she was proud of what she’d achieved in her life. Okay, her parents had given her a good start, but still, she’d worked hard to gain respect as an adult.

The two youths just watched her pass by, whispering and laughing to themselves, but they were respectful. Most around her knew her on first name terms, certainly plenty of the women did anyway. She’d arrested many of their sons, brothers, fathers and husbands. Her philosophy of innocent until proven guilty had worked good. She treated her arrests fairly and with respect, unlike many of her colleagues who thought they were better than these people, when in fact for many, it was luck that kept them out of the gutter.

              The wooden stairway had no carpet and was littered with everything from dirty diapers to sharp needles. Walls covered in graffiti and doors with double, and even treble, locks. The door she wanted had no locks on, clearly someone with confidence lived here. She knocked loudly, saying nothing.

A large busty woman answered the door, chewing gum, her mouth masticating it to death.

“Cops at the door!” she yelled back down the inside hallway, slamming the door in Tanya’s face.

              Tanya waited patiently, this was only a routine questioning.

The door opened again, only wider this time. It needed to be wide to fit the large frame of the tall, well built young man who stood before her. He said nothing, simply raised his eyebrows, questioningly. 

“Need to speak to a Jason Bailey, you know him?” she asked, showing her badge.

“Why would a pretty thing like you want to speak to an ugly mug like that?” he asked.

Now you know I can only give that information to him,” she replied putting her badge away. “So, Jason, want to do this here, in the car, or down at the station?” she asked him.

              “I like you, you’ve got balls,” he smiled back at her.

              “Well, not the last time I looked I didn’t,” she couldn’t help but smile at his compliment and when he smiled back at her, her heart fluttered at that lopsided grin of his. This guy was one handsome dude and he was stirring things inside of her that he really shouldn’t be.
Get a grip
she chastised herself, he might be attractive but he’s likely to be on the wrong side of the law.

              “I’ll come down to your car, but you only got me for ten minutes,” he said, walking out the door and putting his arm around her shoulders as if they were lovers. Tanya shrugged it off and walked on ahead.

“Hey, Jay, where you goin’ with that bitch?” the busty female shouted from the door.

“This is a lady, she aint no one’s bitch,” he said, not bothering to look back. “I’m escorting her back to her car, seeing her safely out of this neighborhood.”

He climbed in the car and her partner drove away, making it look like he had no choice but to go to the station, for anyone watching. They pulled up on another, quieter street.

              “Your bike, Jason, the number plates were recognized as part of a robbery,” Tanya did the talking. “You got anything to tell us about that?”

“Some fucker stole my bike. I reported it days ago,” he said, looking a bit pissed off over the whole affair. “Seems that the only way you lot would look for my bike, is if it’s involved in a crime, otherwise I can kiss it goodbye.”

“We don’t have the bike, Jason, only the CCTV footage of the robbery, there were two of them, one rider and pillion, any idea who they might be?” Tanya asked hopefully, but not really expecting an answer.”

              “Well, had you looked for it when I first reported it stolen, it might not have been used in this robbery, and I might have my bike.” he said back at her. “Can I see the footage of the robbery, maybe I can identify them?” he suggested.

              “We’re still working on that, Jason, but we will recognize them ourselves, in time,” the male driver officer piped in.

Tanya could tell this was getting them nowhere, she didn’t believe that Jason was involved in the robbery. It seemed the truth was that his bike had been stolen. She wasn’t too sure how good an idea it was to let him see the footage, if he did identify them, he might take the law into his own hands.

She heard the bikes approach before spotting them, the deep throaty roar of eight Harley’s. They pulled up by the patrol car, surrounding it.

              “Hey, Jay, what you doin’ in that car?” a young woman shouted across the street to him.

              Tanya looked in the direction of the voice, a low slung harley with a rather large man and a slender petite woman, looked across at them..

              “Looks like your ten minutes are up,” Jason said from the back of the car. “Nice meeting you Officer Jefferson, maybe we can do this again sometime?” he leered at her, his gaze lingering on her chest, even though it looked flat in her jacket. “Maybe somewhere a little more private though.”

              “In your dream, Jason,” she retorted, before pressing the button that unlocked the rear doors.

              Just before he exited the car, she asked him one last question. “You know anyone with spiky blonde hair?”

              “I might, then again, I might not,” with that, he casually strolled away.

2

Tanya watched as he joined the bikers, most had female pillion passengers. He approached one of the girls who was dressed in tight leather pants with an open leather jacket. Underneath she only wore her bra, bright red and lacy. Without a break in his stride, he kissed her full on the lips with a long lingering and passionate kiss, his hands wandering under her jacket and into a cup of her bra, squeezing her breast. She arched her back and let out a loud exaggerated moan. Wolf whistles and loud whooping sounds echoed around the bikers.

Tanya watched him with disdain, she wasn’t shocked by his actions, just simply thought he acted like an immature kid. He turned and looked directly at her, his hands still on the woman’s breast.

“I think that show was you for you girl,” Alfie laughed.

“Punk,” she replied, “Not a chance in hell I’d go near that dick.”

Many of the bikers started to pull away, but the police car could still not move out as it remained surrounded by a few bikers.

Jason climbed pillion behind another buxom blonde. “He seems to like his women blonde,” Alfie laughed.

“Well, that means I’m safe,” she chuckled. “Not a hair on my body is blonde. My hair is as black as my skin.”

“You think he’s anything to do with the robbery?”

“Nah, you?” she asked, in reply.

“Early days to tell, you just don’t know with these bikers, they’ve got their fingers in plenty of pots,” he said, cautiously.

Just before they left, the blonde under Jason’s direction rode her bike over to the patrol car, pulling up at the side. Jason leaned down to look through Tanya’s window.

“Now promise me, Officer Jefferson” Jason said loudly, over the noise, “you’ll make finding my stolen bike a priority?”

She saluted him, “I haven’t got anything better to do, sir,” she replied, sarcastically.

The bike drove away and Jason raised his hand in farewell.

“Punk.” Tanya repeated to herself, as he drove off.

Alfie turned on the engine, readying to pull away, when the radio called out an emergency, it was time to head off to the next crime scene.

Pulling up a few streets away where an incident was in progress, a woman was holding a gun to a biker’s head. at some traffic lights.

“Looks like we can’t get away from the bikers tonight,” Tanya remarked, readying her gun.

They pulled up some distance from the crime scene, hidden behind the ever growing crowd of onlookers. Strange how people are drawn to danger and drama, but yet walk right past a body that might have collapsed on the road side. She could never figure out  the psychology of people.

“Coming through, come on people, let’s move on,” she said, not too loudly so she did not startle the woman holding the gun. From what she could see, the woman looked emotionally unstable so they’d have to tread with care, one surprise and the biker’s brain could be all over the road.

She pushed her way to the front, managing to get a few feet away from the armed woman. Other police officers had arrived and were taking a stance with their guns pointed at her.

Tanya put hers away and approached the woman, getting closer, she spoke to her.

“Has this guy hurt you, lady?” she asked in a loud enough voice, so the woman would hear her.

The woman looked dazed, like she might be high on narcotics. Tanya knew this was dangerous, the woman was clearly high and her conception of reality would be different.

Tanya had managed to shuffle right up to the woman.

“What did he do to you, maybe I can lock him up for you?” she said, smiling at the woman’s doped face.

“Bastard!” the woman cried out and hit the biker with her free hand.

“Hey, come on now, let me help,” Tanya said to her. “What’s your name, lady, what can I call you?”

“Bastard, he raped me!” she cried again, her hand holding the gun, shaking everywhere.

“Why don’t you let me arrest him and come to the station with me, we can lock him up there?” she suggested.

“No one believes me,” the woman said, and started to sob.

Tanya decided to risk it and placed her arm over the woman’s shoulder.

“Hey girl, tell me your name so I can help you,” she said, soothingly.

“You gonna take that gun off her?” the biker grunted. “She pulls that trigger and I’m a dead man.”

“I think you’re frightening the man,” Tanya smiled at the woman, slowly taking a hold of the shaking arm. “Let me have the gun and then tell me everything you know about him.”

Once she had taken the gun from the woman’s shaking arm, she took a hold of her and hugged her closely.

“Fucking bitch!,” the biker spat at the woman and revved his bike up, readying to ride off.

“Hold on there sir,” Tanya commanded him, we would like to speak to you first.

She led the woman away from the crowd. “What’s your name, honey?”

“I’m Ann… Ann Marie, and that bastard raped me.”

“I’m going to take you for a ride and we can have a good chat about what’s happened to you, does that sound okay, Ann Marie?”

“I already filed a complaint, but they say can’t do nothin', it’s my word against his,” Ann Marie told her.

Both Tanya and Alfie knew this case would not go anywhere, no one had been hurt and it was doubtful the biker would make a complaint, so they decided to take her home.

“Where do you live, Ann Marie? Let’s get you home so you can have some rest, you look tired,” Tanya tried.

Soon they had her home, she lived with her mother. Her mother seemed a kindly woman, but old, too old to help her emotionally disturbed daughter.

Tanya explained to Ann Marie’s mother that she’d try and get someone to visit and council her daughter, and they left.

“That’s our last call, Tanya, you going back to the station or straight home?” Alfie asked.

“Station, I got a mass of paperwork,” she said, and closed her eyes as Alfie drove, resting her mind to the lull of the car engine. A woman’s work is never done.