by Selena Kitt
He moved his hands, using his fingers to tease her clitoris as she bounced upright on that massive prick. She moaned, responding to his knowledgeable touch. He was looking at her face, knowing that she was aroused now, that it wouldn't take a lot to make her come. "Come for me bitch," he said.
She felt herself approaching a climax. Just a little more stimulation would do it. As if he sensed it, Archie came over. He ran his hands over her shoulders, then bent down, putting his face to her breast, sucking her nipples into his mouth one at a time, nipping them with his teeth. She came, clenching her cunt around Stan's shaft, her body shaking in ecstasy.
As she came, Stan still rubbed her. Then, in hot, wet words that slipped from his lips into her ear, he said, "I'm going to fuck your white ass."
She'd expected to get her ass fucked, expected that one guy in a gangbang would want that, but she still tensed. She climbed off Stan's hard cock and they traded places, with him putting her on her hands and knees. He knelt behind her, running his hands up the backs of her thighs to her ass, his fingers spreading her ass cheeks apart and his thumbs sending shock waves through her when he pressed both against her anus. "Tight," he said.
She wiggled her hips as he put fingers into her cunt, getting them slippery wet and bringing them to her ass. He pushed a finger into her and fucked her with it, but twisting it in a circle, making her moan.
"She likes it," Jorge said, sounding amazed. "The rich cunt is getting off on having his finger up that tight butthole of hers."
When Stan forced a second finger into her ass and began stretching her more, her moan was more pain than pleasure at first, but it was wild. "I need to put my cock through this sweet little chocolate starfish," he said.
He moved down her body, running his tongue along her spine to her ass in a long wet trail. By the time he had done that a few times she was trembling. He stretched her out on the chaise lounge and moved on top of her. He lay on her, letting her feel his weight and moving around until he'd worked his cock into her cunt again. He ran it in and out of her slippery cunt and then balanced himself on one hand and put the head of his cock in the center of her anus. She felt the warm dampness of it and tensed.
He pushed it into her hard. She cried out as he gave a powerful thrust of his hips. He moved his hand, putting it on top of hers, his body flat against hers, and just the tip of his cock in her ass. It felt huge.
He held still then and put his face down next to hers, his rough face against hers. "Now we have to get it all inside your butt and then it's gonna be real nice." He licked her neck and started moving his hips in short back and forth movements. She relaxed a bit; he sensed it and drove it into her hard, filling her with his cock. He mumbled things in her ear as he fucked her ass, taking her with a fierceness and intensity that made it even hotter.
Her hands grabbed at the chair and his thrusts jerked her body back and forth. "Oh so nice," he moaned. Then he trembled. "Oh fuck." He came, shooting his hot seed up her ass, emptying his balls in her.
When he got off her and let her sit up, Archie handed her a cold beer.
"Now that we are getting to know each other so well maybe we should send out for some pizza."
"I've got some in the freezer." She pointed at the kitchen. "Stick one in the microwave." She was glad she'd planned ahead. Fucking was hungry work and pizza and beer seemed the perfect accompaniment.
* * *
The microwave had the pizza ready in no time, and food and beer did wonders for Jorge and Archie. Before they'd finished eating they'd both gotten hard and hungry for her again.
"Stand up for one, "Archie said. She stood and walked over to him wiggling her ass. He faced her away from him and bent her over so her ass was in his face. When she did he worked a finger into her pussy. She pushed back and suddenly felt his hot tongue on her anus. She got excited quickly and when his finger was slippery wet he pulled her down onto his lap and she sank onto his cock.
Jorge got up and walked in front of her, putting his erect cock in her face. She opened her mouth for him as she bounced on Archie's lap. Jorge seemed to enjoy the awkwardness of fucking her face as she rode Archie. After a bit they stopped her and Archie lifted her up. Jorge held her as Archie put a finger in her pussy then into her ass. He fucked her ass with it for a time, then grabbed her hips and held his cock and pulled her back down onto his lap, this time forcing her ass over his cock. She thought her eyes must be bulging by the time she rested on his lap with that thick prick up her backside.
Jorge laughed and grabbed her legs tipping her up as Archie lay back on the couch. Jorge moved close, bringing his cock to her cunt. Archie had her breasts in his hands and pulled her back against his chest as Jorge filled her cunt, saying, "Sandwich time." The pressure of two cocks inside her and the fact that the angle of Jorge's thrusts rubbed his cock against her clit were getting Paula really worked up. Jorge was excited too. She guessed it might be his first experience with double penetration. She was sure of it when he announced he could feel Archie's cock in her ass.
They rocked the heavy couch and loved what they were doing, but to soon she felt the twitching of Jorge's cock as he came.
Archie was playing with her hair and whispering things and when Jorge slipped out and got off her, he turned her around. Keeping his cock in her ass he moved her onto her knees facing the back of the couch. He put a hand on either side of her—he had his feet on the couch now and he straddled her body, driving his hard black rod into her ass. She tried to picture the scene the way it looked to the other guys.
She laughed. "A stallion mounting a mare."
"Bullshit." He laughed. "You got a big black man ramming his hard cock in your pale white ass. Now see if you can't get yourself off while I slow fuck your ass. I want to feel that body go ballistic while I'm inside your tight little butt hole."
She put a hand on her cunt, her fingers getting wet in Jorge's cum as she began rubbing herself, feeling the intrusion of Archie's cock moving steadily, slowly in her ass. "I want you to come in my ass Archie. I want that big black cock to fill me with your cum." She was close then and loving what he was doing to her. Her fingers worked feverishly yet her climax caught her off guard. Suddenly her head was spinning and she heard herself crying out stupid, insane shit the way you do when the things someone is doing to you feel so fucking good that you can barely stand it and just have to explode.
And as her body convulsed with incredibly wonderful spasms Archie began coming. His breath was hot on the back of her neck as he gasped, and she felt the delicious twitching of his cock in his ass as he pumped his spunk deep inside her.
* * *
The plane wasn't too late, but Eric seemed to be in the same weird mood when she met him at luggage claim. He kissed her automatically—like his mind was somewhere else. She thought seeing his red Porsche would cheer him up, but he seemed almost reluctant to approach it. Finally he went to the driver's door and stopped cold. "What happened to the car?"
Panicked, she ran around to his side wondering what else could have happened to it. It had looked perfect this morning. She stared but saw nothing. "What is it? It looks good to me."
"That's what I mean. The day before I left some fool scratched it in the parking lot. I was so upset I could barely talk. I dreaded coming home and seeing it marred that way." He smiled at her with wonder. "But you got it fixed."
"I couldn't leave it like that."
He smiled. "Sometimes I think you don't appreciate how important it is for things to look perfect." He shook his head. "Then you surprise me like this. I was sure you'd never notice that scratch, much less understand how it bothered me that I didn't have time to get it fixed."
"Well maybe now you'll trust me a little better. I know that cosmetic damage has to be taken care of right away. I learned that from you."
"Damn right," he said happily. "Now let's get home. I'm in the mood for some games in the rec room."
His mention of the rec room and games reminded her of s
omething else. As he drove his shiny car, beaming his delight, she explained the agenda. "The guys that fixed your car did such a good job in fixing that terrible scar that I told them that I wanted to bring my car into them this weekend. It's got some nasty looking scratches too and I feel bad driving it around that way—especially now that I know fixing them is such fun."
"Good idea. But why not during the week?"
She reached over and put her hand on his crotch. "Well, you just got home after being away, and you'll be working a lot during the week. You always have catching up to do and then you'll be going on that golf tournament all weekend, right?"
"Oh, yes I almost forgot."
She felt him getting hard. "So during the week I'll be here when you have time to play and over the weekend getting the work done will give me something useful to do while you're gone."
"Good thinking. I'm so glad you are taking an interest in keeping things looking nice. It's a good use of your time."
She sat back, happy. It was a wonderful use of her time and Jorge and the guys had been delighted at the idea of having another productive Sunday getting her car in shape and then giving her some attention—she deserved it.
She smiled thinking of how they'd looked all pleases with themselves with the left and even happier at the idea of repeating the games, or thinking of new ones for the next weekend. By the time she got them dressed and out to their truck her legs hadn't been able to hold her weight. She'd never been fucked so many times in her life. A long hot bath and some wine had put that right.
Eric was right about cosmetic repairs and how important they were. Now that she had her own repairmen there was no reason not to keep her car looking really nice. There were probably other things around the house that needed work too. If she found the right men to fix things she would never have to worry about being bored when Eric left her home alone.
The End
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Nicola Nichols likes watching people, studying their interactions—she finds life and the many contradictory impulses we all contend with exciting. She is a student of wanting things we shouldn’t want, enjoying guilty pleasures, and fantasizing about the things she hasn’t dared to try.
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“You really outdid yourself this time, honey,” Kelly said, with a sigh.
Sitting next to her in the plush red booth, Kelly’s husband Joe grinned as he looked around the nightclub. “I know, right?” he shouted over the music. “It’s really something!”
They called it the Billionaires Club, the most exclusive nightclub in New York City. Rumor had it that all the youngest, hippest, and richest people in the world came here to blow off steam. Few people even knew it existed. Kelly had only heard of it through her husband’s business circle.
“It’s something, all right,” Kelly muttered.
It was noisy, that’s what. The DJ on the stage in the far corner was playing some kind of techno hip-hop beat. The music was so modern Kelly wasn’t even sure what genre it was—only that it was very loud, with a bass-note that pulsed in her stomach and scrambled her skull twice every second. She’d much prefer something quieter, like the Beatles—but she didn’t think anyone here cared about her preferences, including her husband.
Kelly had tried to dress for the occasion, wearing a form-fitting black dress with light floral patterns; it hugged her matronly curves in all the right places, emphasizing her full breasts and thick, ample hips. She wore jeweled hoop earrings and her hottest red pumps with the three inch high “fuck-me” heels. Her long, dark hair fell in lustrous waves over her shoulders, shining in the dim neon spotlights of the club lighting, and her makeup was light and youthful. Still, she felt very old compared to the crowd.
Her husband looked even more out of place. Now a small businessman of middling success, Joe still liked to think of himself as the champion athlete he’d been in college. He still liked to eat like one, too; he just didn’t like to exercise like one. His bulbous stomach bulged from his suit, pressing against the table at the center of the booth. He kept his hair closely shaved to hide his completely receded hairline, but he couldn’t hide the wrinkles in his pale face.
The two of them looked like what they were—middle-aged, middle class, and totally out of their element. Kelly found the whole outing obnoxious; just another of her husband’s desperate attempts to prove his status. Regardless, he was almost fifty and she had mothered two kids. They were far too old for nightclubs—even the so-called Billionaires Club.
Yet here they were, on a double date with her husband’s college roommate, Ted, and his young wife, Melinda. The other couple sat across from Kelly and Joe, looking in awe at the gilded furniture and ornate fixtures of the dimly lit club.
Ted had played on the same football team as Joe in college, and they both had more or less the same body—except Ted had more hair, both on his head and everywhere else, with thick eyebrows and a scraggly beard to boot. Ted had gone on to study dentistry and was now one of the top dentists in the state. He wore eyeglasses with aviator lenses and a budget suit from Sears.
Ted’s wife, Melinda, was much younger than him—probably twenty years younger than the rest of them, in her late twenties if Kelly had to guess. She’d obviously married Ted for his money. Ted probably figured he got his money’s worth out of the arrangement, because Melinda was the very definition of an airheaded trophy wife, with long blonde hair, a model-perfect figure accentuated by a stylish red dress, and of course, big, fake tits.
“How on Earth did you get us in here?” Melinda gushed. “It seems so exclusive.”
“Oh, it is,” Joe said, nodding, clearly pleased with the reaction of his friend’s wife. He could hardly keep his eyes off her, Kelly noticed with displeasure. “Very exclusive. I just happen to have some business connections. I’m not quite a billionaire myself, but you know, I’m getting there…”
Kelly rolled her eyes at her husband’s desperate attempts to impress Melinda. Joe was nowhere near as successful as he pretended to be. He wasn’t even quite a millionaire—and even a million bucks wasn’t all that much anymore, especially when Joe had pinched every penny their whole twenty years of marriage just to save that much. Getting an invitation to something like this nightclub was probably his biggest victory in the business world to date.
“So all these guys are billionaires?” Melinda asked, looking around. “How many billionaires are there?”
How many filled cavities did it take for Ted to buy your tits? Kelly wondered bitterly.
“Nah,” Joe scoffed, laughing nervously. “They’re not all billionaires, I’m sure. Just friends and colleagues. People in the know, or people on the way up. Like me! But I’m sure the real billionaires are around here somewhere. How else do you explain the hundred dollar glasses of champagne on the menu? What was it, Armand du Brut?” He mangled the French.
While Joe and Melinda laughed, lost in each other’s eyes, Kelly looked away, bored.
Then she felt a soft caress on her calf and looked over. Melinda’s husband Ted was smiling at Kelly. Under the table, he stroked her leg with the toe of his dress shoe, and when their eyes met, he winked behind his large spectacles. Holding a hand casually to hide what he was saying from the other two, Ted mouthed across the table:
“I can’t wait to fuck you later.”
Kelly smiled back at her husband’s
friend, then looked away.
She was bored of Ted, too. Bored of this whole damn hot-wife arrangement.
It had been this way for twenty years now. Shortly after marrying him, Joe had confided in Kelly about his “hot-wife” fetish. How he’d always wanted to have a slutty, voracious woman, who would fuck other guys while he watched.
Joe had introduced her to the swinging lifestyle. He loved doing wife-swaps with his friends. He claimed it was because he got off on watching Kelly fuck other guys, but she knew it was also an excuse to fuck other guys’ wives—like bombshell Melinda, whom Joe couldn’t keep his eyes off.
At first, Kelly had felt a little weird about it—that her husband was not only okay with her fucking other people, but actually into it, seemed strange to her, given the tight grip Joe kept on her in every other aspect of her life. But once she'd tried it, she'd gotten used to the arrangement. Joe was right about one thing—Kelly had a voracious appetite. She'd quickly found she didn't mind fucking other guys, especially if her husband liked it.