ROMANCE: PARANORMAL ROMANCE: Coveted by the Werewolves (Paranormal MMF Bisexual Menage Romance) (New Adult Shifter Romance Short Stories) (370 page)

“We will see about that,” Dee said, already feeling excited in a strange way.

She was finally going get an opportunity to be boned by two men at the same time. It sort of scared her a little, but the excitement was more overwhelming. This was something that she was really going to have fun telling Diane when they were alone. The shower cabin was big enough for the three of them and the moment that she got into the shower, Brendan pulled her into his arms, bringing his head down to hers. Their lips connected and they began kissing wildly as the water cascaded down their bodies. Behind her, Dee felt Marcus moving behind her, his hands going infront of her and beginning to knead her breasts. He took her nipples in between his fingers and began rolling them around in semi circles, making them grow taut. Dee felt fresh desire coursing through her body as she wrapped her hands around Brendan's neck and hoisted herself up, wrapping her legs around his waist. She could feel his dick right at the entrance of her pussy and she let herself down, his thick hardness driving into her. Brendan held her by the hips, supporting her as his cock drove all the way into her heated folds.

She began moving up and down on Brendan's dick, loving the sensations that he was bringing her. She hoped that Marcus would get turned on watching them so that he could take her from behind. She trembled at the thought and when she looked into the mirrored walls, she saw him watching them making love. She looked at the way that she was moving up and down on Brendan, his white length moving in and out of her love nest as the water ran down their bodies. The sight of their moving bodies got her turned on even more, and excitement coursed through her body when she noticed that Marcus's dick had began to harden. Slowly, his penis became bigger and bigger and from the way that he seemed to be looking at her butt, she had an idea of what he was thinking of doing.

Dee was trembling by the time that Marcus parted her butt cheeks and ran his hand through her butt crack. Marcus ran his fingers over Brendan's wet cock and then pressed a finger into her butt hole, his face filled with a concentration that excited her. At first she was a little tense and tightened the rim of her ass hole, but she slowly relaxed, loosening her butt hole to let the lubricated finger into her butt hole. Marcus drove his finger all the way into her butt hole, and when he pulled out, he added in another finger, the two fingers widening the hole. She was trembling with desire as he finally pulled the finger out and replaced it with his dick. The tip of his dick parted her butt hole painfully as it drove in. as Marcus shafted her butt hole, Brendan's cock was still moving in and out of her pussy as Marcus's dick moved deeper and deeper into her butt hole. The pleasure was intense and it was not long before she could feel both cocks grazing over each other through the thin membrane that separated the two holes.

Never in her life had she felt so filled up with cock before. Two cocks deep inside her love holes was something that probably every woman had dreamed of and here Dee was experiencing it firsthand. The heat within her felt explosive as the cocks moved faster and harder within her. From the way that both men were breathing, Dee could tell that they were also very excited about sandwiching her between them and they were probably going to cum even harder than they had the first time. Pulling her lips away from Brendan's, she leaned her head back on Marcus's shoulder and he looked at her and kissed her lightly on the lips. Dee was feeling used in a delicious way, one that she knew she would want to experience again. Suddenly, she felt her stomach tightening and she knew that her climax had finally come. Feeling both cocks within her was more than it took as she climaxed hard, pleasure rippling through her body deliciously.

The billionaires fucked her even harder and faster, their breathing becoming even more intense. Without notice, she felt one cock after the other beginning to cum inside her love holes. Their semen flowed into her body making her feel whole in more ways than she had ever imagined.

After the three had all experienced their releases, they all collapsed into a puddle on the bed. Their breaths all heaved in unison as they laid in silence, reflecting on the action they all shared. Marcus rose from the bed to grab three glasses of champagne that were waiting on the side table and handed a glass to Dee and Brendan.

“Well, baby,” Marcus said as he raised his glass. “Welcome to the Billionaire Mile High Club.”

The threesome chuckled as they clinked their glasses and Dee threw back a generous gulp of the bubbly champagne. She couldn’t help but smile as she looked forward to many more adventures with these elite and powerful men.

THE END

V

Vampire Heat

It was a hot and steamy summer evening in Louisiana, and the mosquitos swarmed viciously around anyone who dared to venture outside. Hungrily, they circled just above the grass, looking for a nibble or a bite of blood to feed themselves well. Most people stayed indoors this time of year because the air was so thick you could cut it with a knife, heavy with moisture and enough pressure to give anyone a headache most nights.

At the very top of hill on the outskirts of a small suburban town called River Ridge lived a young woman who spent most of her days alone. She never had a relationship that lasted for very long and just went through yet another nasty break-up.  She was alone, yet again. She actually didn’t mind it too much most of the time because she stayed busy and didn’t even notice the quietness of her home. Her large black cat kept her company with a purr so sweet and calming it put her to sleep most nights as he cuddled in next to her.  His soft green eyes were kind and he truly loved her. He kept her company while she worked all day on her laptop, lying comfortably at her feet or by her side.

The phone suddenly rang one damp, dark summer evening. This startled the young woman, as she wasn’t expecting any communication with the outside world this evening.

“Hello, this is Latricia,” she said as she held the phone between her ear and her shoulder, continuing to scroll through a document on her computer. She spoke in a thick southern accent that she couldn’t hide, although sometimes she tried.  She was born and raised in Louisiana, and her Cajun authenticity seeped from her pores and infused all aspects of her life.

Latricia ended the call with a smile on her face. The caller invited her to join a newly formed team of writers, which was her trade of choice and she was damn good at it. She worked from home and didn’t bother to go out very often. What happened in the fantasy world within her mind was far more interesting and exciting that anything she would encounter in the ‘real world.’ The one thing she was most passionate about in life, what she enjoyed the most was creating vivid fictional characters. Often, she based them on people she had known well or sometimes even just someone she had met briefly at some point along her life. It helped her connect to the richness and texture of the character and was always as enjoyable for her to tell the story as it was for her readers to become immersed in them.

She found a twisted sense of humor in righting wrongs from her past through her character and her stories. In all truth and honesty, if she had been wronged by a particular former boyfriend or girlfriend you could bet they would suffer at least figuratively anyway in the stories she told.  The more she had been hurt, the more conflict and agony she would impose on the characters in her stories. However, she was always careful to protect the anonymity of the true identity of her characters, keeping the traits and physical features vague and certainly not absolute replicas of her acquaintances.

Latricia had a new contract with her publisher to begin writing a story of pure romance that was sweet and innocent, but the female character was in deep conflict with herself as she had met someone new and he was married. The character’s heart was torn, as she was seriously attracted to him and had been for a long time.  She hoped the taboo aspect of their lustful connection could allure him away from his spouse. Little did the character know that their forbidden passion would lead to a road of lies and possibly even worse, resulting in widespread heartbreak and destruction.

Since she had just started the story, Latricia had not worked out the details and only had a rough outline to stay somewhat organized as she embarked on her literary adventure. Just like it is with most artistic minded people, Latricia’s organizational methods appeared to others like sheer and utter chaos. Her home was littered with empty pizza boxes and soda cans from weeks ago, but that was what somehow made her feel comfortable in her surroundings. The clutter kept her company. If things had been neat, tidy, and squeaky clean, she felt there would be no inspiration for creative freedom that she so organically needed to be a productive writer, so she consistently left it that way on purpose.

Latricia milled around, procrastinating the start of the writing process because she usually stutter-stepped for a bit before settling into a flow. Once she got started the words tended to flow freely as her nimble fingers tapped away at her keyboard.

“Ugh… come on fingers just get to typin’ somethin’,” she mumbled under her breath.

She took a deep breath and began the story with a story based around a current event that was all over the news, knowing she’d like to start with a crowd pleaser to pull her audience in, and then later backtrack to fill in the succession of approximation that was the essence of the love story.

*****

And So It Begins,
she thought.

As her fingers tapped away, she wrote:

For the past few years Sophia worked as an administrative assistant for a salvage yard. As glamorous as it was not, she seemed to fit in, which was generally not an easy feat.  She had black spiky hair, piercings through her bottom lip and ear stretchers. Sophia was tall for a woman at 5’11, and her frame was solid, yet she had a relatively thin waist and juicy voluptuous hips. When she got mad, her Russian accent surfaced in a rich, deep tone.

Although Sophia was a curvaceous gal with generous proportions, she had no issues with her self-confidence. She felt sexy and walked with a cute little swagger. She always wore blouses that put her breasts on display and often wore thin bras that allowed her perky nipples to prominently peek through. The men on the yard loved that about her, and most of them walked around semi-hard all day whenever she was around. She never complained if they stared because that was most definitely what she wanted; she longed for the men to all lust after her delicious waves.

However, she secretly harbored a bit of resentment toward her boss, Jim, because he never seemed to give her the time of day. He never looked at her breasts like the other men did and Sophia was angry because she desperately wanted his attention. She knew he was married with four rug rats running around his house, but she didn’t care. She found him attractive, even making her wet when he stood over her shoulder while she worked. They flirted intermittently but it was always at his leisure, and she longed for more than a wink or a glance; she wanted his sexy body entwined with hers.

              Satisfied with her work, Latricia clicked ‘save’ and closed her laptop.
This is going to be a good one
, she thought as she felt her own pussy starting to moisten.

*****

              The morning sun was shining bright through the wispy curtains in Latricia’s kitchen as she sat down at the table with her laptop to take on another day of writing. Ideas were flowing fast and furious as she typed as quickly as possible, trying to keep up to the storyline emerging from her mind.

Jim called Sophia into his office toward the end of the workday on a Thursday and let her know that he needed her to stay late because of a recent busy period and he needed her help.  Sophia didn’t really care if she had to stay late as she had no kids or husband, or even a boyfriend for that matter, to go home to. She essentially had no one, and for a moment she felt a surge of loneliness flow through her veins. Spending some time with Jim was always preferable to sitting home alone.

“There are two execs from Chicago that will be here soon, and I want you to show them around the plant. They are potential investors, so show them a good time,” Jim said in a serious and to-the-point tone.

              “I will. I always do,” Sophia responded and she knew just what that meant and what was expected of her.

The two gentlemen arrived and were immediately buzzed in through the front gate. She met them and subsequently started showing them around. She took care to explain in detail what they accomplished around the yard. They seemed genuinely interested in what she was saying and she thought it was going very well when they took the elevator to the top of the office administration building.

This was common practice to go there and to share a glass of merlot while taking in the lights of this gorgeous little city. At the end of a tour there was always a brief question and answer session with Sophia manning the deck. Jim would be joining them soon and would help her with any questions that she was unable to provide adequate answers for.

The group chatted for a bit when one of the men got a call from his office and was forced to rush back to Chicago to handle an emergency. A taxicab whisked him away just as Jim joined the meeting. Bill, the businessman that stayed behind, started complimenting Sophia’s tremendous effort.

“You really have a keeper with her,” he exclaimed as he stood behind her rubbing her shoulders.