Billionaire: Menage: Swinger: Let's Swing (MMF Bisexual Romance) (New Adult Contemporary Short Stories)

by Piquette Fontaine

  This could very much pan out to be in her very best interest...

  Suddenly, however, her mind was scrambling, and she had to hurry to figure out what the hell she wanted to do. There were numerous obstacles she needed to avoid- for one thing, she couldn't wait too long to introduce herself- if he was indeed single, he wasn't the type of guy who would be for long, and she needed to get to him before he settled in. What's more, there was a chance that the other neighbors might have access to him before she did, and they would make him wise to her schemes, telling him to avoid her like everyone else did-

  No, no, she couldn't allow this...

  She tore off her dress for the time being, and ran into the kitchen in nothing but her lingerie, her tits jiggling as she scrambled around through her cabinets for a cookie sheet and some nonstick cooking spray- it was about to get hot in the kitchen, and she wasn't about to try and whip up a batch of cookies in that death trap of a dress...

  The minutes clicked away with the ticking of the egg-timer, and she kept watching out the window, staring out at the new neighbor every few minutes to make sure he was still unpacking- the timing on this had to be absolutely goddamn perfect or else it might not work as she intended.

  She imagined all the things that beautiful man whore would do to her, ripping her apart with that monster tool of his, making her beg for mercy and then fucking her even harder, and she just kept growing wetter and wetter and wetter between the legs as she stirred the lemonade, the condensation dribbling down the pitcher like the sweat on his back, trickling down his jeans into his tight black asscrack...

  DING.

  The timer went off.

  Alyshia was ready.

  She slipped back into her dress, and hurried out of the house to set her evil plan in motion...

  Four

  He'd just finished unpacking his boxes from the vehicle and stepped into the house when there was a knock on the door, and he opened it to find one last unexpected box standing there, ready and waiting to be packed...

  “Hi there, new neighbor! I'm Alyshia! Alyshia Roberts!” Her demeanor was a bit excessively pleasant, and it was impossible to know what aspect of her presentation he should focus on. The fluttering eyelashes, the glossy, cherry red lips puckered into a smile, the tray of freshly baked cookies and the tray of lemonade in her hands, trickling with moisture, or else the ridiculous dress she wore, leaving as little to the imagination as any pervert in the world could hope for, stretching around her form like a latex glove, every bit of her as pronounced and defined as possible. Godddddd, those tits...

  He felt his cock growing almost instantly erect, filling up what little space it could find inside the tight confines of his jeans, pressing upward as it struggled to find somewhere to lay its engorged head...

  He knew from the get-go precisely what this was.

  “Hey Alyshia, I'm Omar. I'm very pleased to meet you, ma'am, thank you for stopping by...” He through the “ma'am” in there with every bit of intention, and as they shook hands he squeezed his grip tight around her like a vice, crushing her to an extent that social propriety in no way condoned, and both of them loved it, staring into one another's eyes, each trying not to flench.

  “Well, I always like to embrace newcummers to the neighborhood with open arms, and I'd love to help make you feel more at home. I know it can be intimidating moving to a new place and not knowing anyone, so I thought I'd offer you a warm welcome...”

  He smiled, the lust in his eyes probably more apparent than he intended it to be. “Well, that's very sweet of you, ma'am...”

  She smiled back, still keeping up the facade of innocence- not because she really felt she needed to, but simply because it made things seem sexier.

  “I saw you unpacking out there just now, getting all hot and sticky and sweaty... I thought maybe you wouldn't mind cooling off a bit with some lemonade, and maybe enjoying some fresh-baked cookies to go with it...”

  “Oh, those look delicious ma'am...” He inhaled, sniffing deeply, exaggeratedly, as he wafted in the scent of her freshly baked treats. “They smell just like the cookies my mom always used to make...”

  She smiled, and extended the pitcher of lemonade to him. “Go ahead, have a drink... You don't want to get too hot, now...”

  “Don't mind if I do,” he said, and he took it from her. He tilted his head back, and let the pitcher follow. She watched in amazement as he downed the entire volume of lemonade without taking a single breath of air, the liquid slowly draining from the container, the ice cubes jostling around with light clicking sounds as they sloshed through it, and it began to spill out of his mouth with its abundance, dribbling down his chin and trickling down the muscular contours of his body, every last fucking drop vanishing, until at last the entire pitcher was empty, and all that remained were five rapidly dwindling ice cubes at the bottom of the container.

  He exhaled loudly, grunting a little as he tried to breathe. “Godddddd, was I thirsty. Insatiable, almost.” He panted a bit, and then added, “I don't think I've ever drank an entire pitcher that fast... What about you? Are you good at draining huge loads, Ms. Roberts?”

  She hadn't really expected this, nor had she anticipated her plan going so precisely as she was wanting it to. She felt a hot flush break out over her face, and she was sure she'd just gone scarlet at his words.

  “I- Yes, better than most, I suppose... Here, have a cookie...”

  She swallowed hard, handing him the tray, and he picked out a single chocolate chip cookie from the tray. He brought it sensually up to his mouth, and let his teeth sink slowly into the thing, his lips dissolving around it, tearing it softly, silently in half, so that the still hot chocolate chips strung along in gooey, melty goodness. He licked the excess goo from his lips and smiled, sighing deeply. “Mmmmmm... So rich... So succulent...”

  “Well,” she grinned, “I find that everything is better with a little bit of chocolate in it...”

  At last he looked up at her, smiling, and he couldn't help but chuckle.

  “You know, I was warned about you...” he said, flashing a set of white teeth that stood in glorious contrast to his dark, smooth skin.

  “Warned?” smiled Alyshia, feigning innocence, as though she didn't know exactly what the hell he was talking about...

  “No need to pretend, Miss Roberts. Ma'am.The other neighbors warned me that when I moved in there might be a certain older woman that would come knocking at my door, and that she would try to seduce me, to devour me...”

  She stared at him, trying to gage his reaction to what he'd been told.

  “Is that a problem?” she asked, a hint of a careful grin pressing up the corner of her mouth.

  “No... Not as long as you like dark meat...”

  He moved in closer to her, looming a few heads taller, his eyes peering down into her own, and the heat radiating from his body into her, spanning the gap between them and making her head spin with dizzy delight.

  “I think I'm in the mood for a drumstick right now...” she said, unflinching, not even blinking as she spoke the words...

  And that was all that needed to be said.

  They tore into one another like savages, their bodies instantly upon one another, melting together in a swirled mixture of chocolate and vanilla, new and old, male and female, an exquisite exercise in contrasts if ever there was one, but with one crucial and unshakable thing uniting them above all possible differences- their desire for one another in this moment...

  He pulled her into his hot, sticky body, slick and wet and shining, holding her in place by the ass, gripping his fingers into the plump flesh through the taut fabric of the dress. His erect penis plunged up against her waist through the fabric of the jeans, its feeling alone making her erupt into an aroused fury, so massive that it was like someone was poking their elbow into her.

  She shivered in his grip, trembling like a bitch, her frail limbs like twigs in the trunks of his arms, and he just kept pulling her closer and closer int
o himself, as though attempting to absorb her into his body and keep her inside there. She pressed her face into his chest and began applying her lips to him like a sponge, soaking up all the excess moisture as her face glided around- like one of those fish you see that cling to the side of an aquarium, except perhaps a bit prettier.

  She lapped him up like wild, her tongue lashing around and sucking up all of the tangy, salty sweat, mingled with the sharp sweet sourness of the spilt lemonade still staining his musculature, and the texture of his rippling flesh was almost too much to endure. She began to make little moaning noises as she continued to vacuum up his surface, “Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm,” and as she progressed, she felt his fingers curl into the hem of her slutty little dress and his palms slide beneath the tight strap of her panties.

  She felt her feet leaving the floor as he lifted his bitch up by the ass, and he pulled her into his lips, as though she was kissing him while levitating. Their warm breath blew into one another, their lips dissolved and melted and pressed and distorted and reshaped together, their tongues rubbed together like sandpaper, wrestling back and forth and back and forth and back and forth between one another's mouths, attempting to choke one another by cramming as far back down along their mutual throats as possible, and the saliva beginning to accumulate in thick, unswallowable pools in their mouths, spilling back and forth between the two of them, so that when at last they pulled away from one another, they still remained attached at the lips by several long, gooey threads of spit. Alyshia ran her tongue up around the circumference of her mouth, lapping off the excess in a sensual way that drove Omar absolutely wild with lust.

  “Hungry?” he asked.

  “Starving,” she replied, and suddenly she shrieked. A fist had clenched around the back of her hair, rolling it up in a ball and tugging back against it, and it was pulling her downward, the pain so intense that it buckled her to her knees, whimpering, “Ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow,” precisely to the position where Omar wanted her.

  He didn't relinquish his grip, but he stopped pulling, and Alyshia forced open her squinting, tearstained eyes, and a wicked smile spread across her face as she felt a sense of nervousness well up inside her. She was now face to fucking face with Omar's bulging crotch, so massive that it looked like he had a second head lodged inside his jeans. She swallowed hard, and reached forward for the brass buckle of his belt. She undid the black leather strap, and slid it out through the loop of his jeans. Then she reached up, unbuttoned the fly, and unzipped him, intentionally grazing his masculinity with the palm of her hand as she pulled, and at last wriggled the jeans down off of his form, down along his thighs, to his knees, and at last to his ankles, where he stepped casually out of them. In the centre of his boxers there was a massive black stain about the size of her hand, left there by the copious amounts of pre-cum he'd jizzed into the things, and she still couldn't decide whether she should be more horny right now or terrified. She was about to find out though, as she hooked her fingers into the elastic waistband of the boxers and peeled them down off of him.

  “Oh. My. God...”

  It swung like a tree branch in the wind with the removal of the boxers, swaying faintly from his body- and honestly, it must have literally had about the girth of a really small tree trunk. The goddamn thing didn't even look human- it looked like it had simply been soldered onto a man from a horse's body. It was the absolute epitome of the mythologically famous big black cock, a great, destructive force, long and thick and veiny and absolutely terrifying- it occurred to her that when he got inside her this would be more like fisting than sex...

  A milky white dab of semen came seeping out the engorged tip, an amount that would have been about the size of a pearl on a normal man, but on Omar nearly matched the diameter of a ping pong ball. She squealed as she felt him pulling on the reigns of her hair once again, mushing her forward, and moving her head into his ultra-large cock to lick the gooey sticky stuff off of him. Her tongue lapped slowly up his tip as she removed the excess semen, and it was probably the nastiest, most bitter and vile tasting cum she'd ever had the pleasure of ingesting.

  She absolutely fucking loved it...

  “Open wide,” he said, and at this, she felt her hear rise up into her soon to be pulverized throat.

  She shook as she peered down the barrel of his fully loaded gun, considering the chocolate drop of his head and every last fucking inch of length she would have to span if she even managed to get past it- it was like staring down an endless road, mile after mile after mile of veiny, moist highway to traverse before she pressed down against his furry black pubes.

  But there was no more time for contemplating it, for now it was happening. He steered her into him, and the pain of her scalp being pulled upon was too great for her to resist. She squinted hard, tears trickling out from the corners of her eyes as she shook with anticipation, and opened her mouth wide.

  Her lips dissolved around the chocolate tip of his erect penis, sealed perfectly around him, like a lid on a jar- he filled her up to an extent that there was absolutely no room to spare, and before he even got the head all the way inside she struggled to contain him. She was breathing hard through her nostrils, panting like a bull, her breathing labored even further by the tight confines of the dress, so that she had to make a slight groaning noise just to exhale around his tip- “Grrrh, grrrh, grrrh...”

  And then he plunged her in, and she shrieked. “Mmmm!” His cock slid into her like an endless, eternal snake, seeming as though it would never come to a halt inside her, inch after inch after inch, mile after mile after mile, absolutely destroying her fucking windpipe, choking her, so that she wanted- no, she needed to vomit, but couldn't, and that resulted in the substance of her fantasies rising up in her throat, a burning, gross mucus, accumulating in the slight crevices that it could spill into around Omar's monster penis, bubbling out through her nose and mouth and dribbling down along her chin.

  He tore in mercilessly.

  Alyshia wanted to scream, but couldn't, she just had to kneel there and suffer as he face-fucked her deep, holding her in place by the knotted back of the hair and cramming his pelvis into her face like a jackhammer, his cock blasting her at such an intense and painful pace that she thought it would go cracking through the back of her throat like a bullet, the quantities of fluid so overwhelming that she thought she would literally down as she felt her head go light-

  And she absolutely loved every last fucking minute of it.

  She barely even recognized that things were coming to an end with it, when suddenly he SLAMMED her as intensely into himself as he possibly could, nearly giving her a concussion with the force, and held her securely in place up against himself, not allowing her escape despite how desperately she flailed and struggled to breathe-

  -And then he ejaculated.

  She needed to scream, she needed to scream, she needed to scream as an overabundance of his hot sticky cum came shooting out into her, filling up her cheeks so fully that it spilled back out of her with the saliva and mucus in gooey, humiliating threads, the nastiest taste of anything int the world she'd ever had inside her, until at long, long last, he pulled out of her. She gasped for breath and only choked on the excess fluids still lining her mouth and throat, her face so gross and coated with liquids, semen and spit and anything else, that it looked like the melted head of a wax sculpture.

  And things were far from over...

  She shrieked as she felt herself being pushed to the ground on all fours, the domineering roughness of it making her pussy almost as wet as her face.

  And suddenly, her clothes were gone.

  Her ringing ears hadn't even registered the sound of her favorite dress being torn to shreds from her body, and she didn't realize he'd ripped it off of her until he pressed it into her face, using the rent garment to mop up a bit of the excess mess from her pretty little head.

  She was breathing hard, anticipating nervously as she waited to know what would happen next, and she wasn't sure sh
e really wanted to...

  And then he felt Omar's fingers curl in to the flesh of her ass, and she genuinely wanted to cry.

  “Oh God, oh God, oh God, oh God, oh God,” she moaned, burning with fear, and WHAM!

  He smacked the cheeks of her ass with each hand, back, forth, back, forth, back, forth, spanking her as he limbered her up for the torture to come, tenderizing the meat, in essence, the raw succulent things jiggling like gelatin with each merciless application, painful red handprints beginning to form with every last collision-

  And then he slid inside.

  “FFFUUUUUUUUUUUCKKKKKK!”

  He crammed his erect penis into the tight black tunnel of her anus, and it was the equivalent of trying to thread a needle with your index finger. The circumference of her asshole stretched to an unbearable, inhuman degree as he glided along inside, inch by inch by agonizing inch, seeming as though he would never touch down, and her body just kept expanding and expanding and expanding as he pushed further in, so that by the time he came to a halt she thought for sure she would be more negative space inside than positive.

  At last he came to a halt, shivering and whimpering, tears rolling down her cheeks, wondering how the hell she was going to survive this, and absolutely savoring the unbearable pain. Just as soon as he was in, however, he was pulling back out, only to come plunging back inside, in, out, in, out, working up to a horrible rhythm, his speed picking up, up, up, up, and at last fucking away without mercy, pummeling her ass with just as much viciousness as he'd face fucked her, his cock slamming mechanically into her like a piston into a shaft, his nuts slapping into her in their sack with each angry thrust, the curved blade of his erection stabbing deeper and deeper and deeper, killing her each and every time, only to pull out and stab her to death once more, their wet, sweaty bodies echoing noisily in short, quick, supersonic bursts as they slapped together, KLAP, KLAP, KLAP, KLAP, KLAP, and the sweet little whore was wailing at the top of her lungs, “OH FUCK, OH FUCK, OH FUCK, OH FUCK-”