Sexy Threesome Erotica
"On the Prowl," a Dirty Martini Erotic Story by Lucy Felthouse
Intense Hands by Renato Paimuti (prints available at ObsessionArt.com)
Jolene pursed her lips, then grinned at her reflection in the mirror. She looked good. Wild, curly hair, make-up that made her eyes look huge, and shiny red lips. Combined with her sassy outfit, she knew she would knock ‘em dead tonight.
Providing, of course, that there was someone to knock dead. There was a serious man drought in Jolene’s town, which was why she was having to actively seek them out. She wanted some action, and she wanted it now.
To avoid any complications, Jolene was going out alone, but under the pretense that she was meeting a friend. That way, if she got lucky she could reap the rewards immediately, rather than having to worry about getting her friend a man, or sending her friend home. Jolene’s plan was perfect—providing she could find a hot guy.
With a final squirt of perfume and glance in the mirror, Jolene was gone. She made her way out to the taxi idling outside her house. She gave the cabby her destination and hopped in. God, she needed this. Regardless of whether she pulled or not, Jolene desperately needed to go out and let her hair down. It had been a while.
It was about a ten-minute ride. Jolene rummaged around in her bag for her purse, passed the driver a note, and told him to keep the change. She headed inside.
A casual glance around the bar told Jolene she might just be in luck tonight. There were quite a few suitable guys around, which was good. But what was even better was the lack of women. Less competition. She sauntered over to the bar, aware of how her ass would be wiggling in her skin-tight jeans, every step accentuated by the skyscraper heels she wore.
After ordering and receiving her drink, Jolene turned her back to the bar and leant on it. From here she had a good view of the establishment and she could scope out where the best place would be to position herself. Appearing to an onlooker like she was simply sipping a drink as she waited for someone, Jolene was actually scouring the room for tonight’s victim. She discounted a large group of guys in the corner—there were too many of them and they’d be too busy taking the piss out of one another and showing off to realize she was serious about wanting to get laid.
Then, she hit the jackpot. She spotted a guy standing on his own, looking decidedly uncomfortable. Jolene thought perhaps he’d been stood up. Poor fella, perhaps I can make him feel better. She smiled, pushed away from the bar, and walked over whilst checking him out. After all, she didn’t want to get there and realize she’d made a big mistake, did she? Nope, from where she was standing, everything was just fine with this one. Nice dress sense, good looking, no wedding ring. What could go wrong?
He wasn’t looking in her direction as she approached, and he looked startled when she appeared at his side. She noticed his gaze flit across the room in the opposite direction from where she’d just come, and bristled slightly. Why is he looking over there when I’ve just come to say hello? Please tell me his girlfriend isn’t here! Just as she was about to mumble some excuse about thinking he was someone else, someone joined them. Another guy.
“Alright, mate,” said the newcomer, slipping a mobile phone back into his pocket, “sorry about that, work had an emergency. Who’s your friend, then?”
Jolene answered. “Sorry, I thought your friend was on his own. I was just coming over to say hi. I didn’t mean to interrupt.”
She turned to retreat back to the safety of the bar, but the second guy put his hand gently on her arm.
“It’s okay, stay and chat with us. Brighten up our evening. It’s not exactly excitement central in here, is it?”
He laughed, showing off a lovely smile and a cheeky twinkle in his blue eyes. He tipped a nod to his friend.
“This is Pete, and I’m Blake.”
Jolene took the proffered hand and shook it, introducing herself. Then she shook hands with Pete. Taking a swallow of her drink, she surveyed the two guys. She wouldn’t mind either of them, actually. Blake was tall and broad. He had dark, spiky hair and the aforementioned sexy smile and eyes. Pete was slightly shorter than his friend, but still much taller than Jolene, even in her heels. He had sandy hair, a shy smile with a cute dimple in his cheek, intelligent green eyes, and an athletic frame.
“Can I get anyone a drink?” she queried after draining her glass, “I’m going to get one.”
“No, no,” said Blake, “these are on me. A lady never buys a drink when I’m around. What are you having?”
He took everyone’s order and headed toward the bar. Jolene turned to watch him go, studying his jeans and how they clung to what looked like firm, muscular ass and thighs. She mentally undressed him, imagining how he would perform in the bedroom. If his technique matched his personality, and her first impressions were correct, he’d be confident, strong, and rough.
Quite the reverse of his friend, whom she guessed would be quiet, attentive, and skillful. Her neglected libido sent her imagination into overdrive as she envisioned Blake, pounding hard between her thighs whilst nipping and sucking at her nipples; then morphed the image into one of Pete. He’d piston his narrow hips up and down, rubbing her g-spot into submission, a look of concentration, then satisfaction, on his face as her juices would gush out over his cock.
She jiggled from foot to foot as she felt the crotch of her thong becoming wet. She’d been so lost in reverie, she hadn’t noticed Pete trying to get her attention.
“Jolene, are you okay?”
“Shit, sorry. I’m fine. I was just looking for my friend. She was supposed to meet me here half an hour ago and still hasn’t turned up. It’s not like her to be late. Do you mind if I try to call her?”
“No, of course not. I’ll wait here for Blake, you go and check she’s okay.”
Jolene flashed him a grin, and, playing the game, fished her mobile phone from her bag and headed to the door so she could try and “call her friend” where it wasn’t so noisy.
Feeling a little stupid, she flicked her phone onto silent mode to avoid any embarrassment should anyone decide to ring her whilst she was pretending to be on the phone.
A couple of minutes and a fabricated phone call later, Jolene went back inside. Blake and Pete were standing where she’d left them. Blake was holding two drinks.
“Hi,” she smiled, taking her drink from Blake. “Thanks for this. I need it.” She took a big swallow.
“Why?” enquired Blake, “Is something the matter?”
“I just called my friend to see where she was and turns out she’s not coming. Her boyfriend isn’t very well, so she’s staying in with him. She reckons she sent me a text message to let me know, but I didn’t get it. Bloody technology!”
Jolene rolled her eyes and threw her phone back into her bag. “Sorry, Blake, that was rude. Thank you for my drink.”
“No problem. Sorry to hear about your friend. You’re not leaving, are you? Why don’t you stay and hang out with us?”
Wow, Jolene thought. This is turning out to be easier than I thought!
“Well, as long as you don’t mind me intruding on your lads’ night out.”
“Nahhh,” said Blake, “we don’t mind, do we, Pete?” He nudged his friend.
“No, of course not. If you want to stay, you’re very welcome.”
“Okay,” said Jolene. “Don’t mind if I do. Cheers.” She raised her glass to the boys, and smiled.
“So,” said Blake, “what about you? Have you got a boyfriend to go home to?”
“No, not me. Young, free, and single me. How about you two? Any ladies?”
Both guys were single and had been for a while. They lived together and had come out because they’d realized they were spending far too much time in their house playing on the Xbox 360.
The cogs in Jolene’s brain began turning. She thought both of the guys were sexy and was having trouble choosing between them. But since they lived together, perhaps she wouldn’t have to. Maybe she could get away with having both, and if she was really lucky, at the same time. If she played her cards right, she could be getting the seeing-to of her life!
She carried on chatting and flirting with both Blake and Pete—who became more talkative after he’d had a couple of drinks. Jolene was pretty sure that both guys were into her and thought she’d turn up the heat a little. As soon as a sexy song began, she jumped excitedly. “I love this one! Who wants to dance with me?”
Predictably, Blake jumped at the chance and she took his hand and led him to the dance floor. The heavy beat reverberated through the floor and Jolene put Blake’s hands on her hips as she swayed. She moved suggestively, skimming her hands over her body, but Blake remained relatively chaste, his hands stayed where she’d put them. Okay, she thought, I’ll have to be a little more obvious, then.
Jolene spun round so her back was to Blake and snuggled in close, pulling his arms around her body. They were melded together and she could feel his hard body against her, and, if she wasn’t mistaken, something else hard stirring against her ass cheeks. She looked up and saw that Pete was watching them intently. She winked and beckoned him over. He looked hesitant, but then downed his drink, put the glass down on a nearby table and came over.
Not missing a trick, Jolene took hold of Pete’s hands and pulled him in close so she was sandwiched between him and Blake. Closing her eyes, she moved to the beat and relished the feel of two men’s hands on her body, and two growing erections pressing into her flesh.
If the men were bothered by her suggestive behavior, they didn’t show it. The three of them bounced to the music, bodies bumping and grinding against one another, hands groping and squeezing. The guys had obviously realized that a threesome was in the cards. Blake’s hands dipped between Jolene’s legs and caressed her pussy through the fabric of her skirt. Pete was filling his hands with her breasts.
Jolene was sure they were probably grinning and winking at one another over her head, but she didn’t care. She was going to get what she’d come for, and that was all that mattered. Opening her eyes, she slid one arm around Pete’s neck and pulled him in for a kiss. He responded eagerly, his hands still squeezing and caressing her tits.
Blake’s hands moved from her crotch, allowing her to mould herself against Pete’s body as they kissed. Blake held her hips and pressed himself against her, his now-rigid cock nestled between her ass cheeks. Jolene had never felt so sexy and horny. Two gorgeous men wanted her. She could barely wait for them all to get naked together so they could enjoy her body, and she theirs. Her pussy oozed and started to trickle down her thigh. If they didn’t get out of there soon, she was going to end up with a visible trail below her hem.
Pulling away from Pete, she said, “Well, since the pair of you share a flat, I guess it’s your place.”
The guys stirred into action quickly, hiding their erections as best they could and making their way to the door. Jolene followed, grinning to herself as she felt her sticky sweetness brushing across the insides of her thighs.
Blake hailed a taxi almost immediately, much to Jolene’s relief. She didn’t want to stand around outside the bar when she could be back at the boys’ flat getting down and dirty. They hopped in, and she was once again sandwiched between the two men—something she hoped would happen again and again before the night was over.
Blake clearly decided he hadn’t gotten enough action in the bar, and he pulled Jolene in for a kiss. One hand cupped her chin, whilst the other crept underneath her skirt, making its way closer and closer to her swollen folds.
Another hand joined Blake’s under her skirt and nudged her thighs apart. And, as if an unspoken signal had passed between them, both guys touched her where she wanted it most. Someone pinched her engorged clitoris, whilst a finger entered her saturated tunnel, followed swiftly by another one. With little regard for the taxi driver, Jolene moaned into Blake’s mouth as she was pleasured. It felt to Jolene like there were hands everywhere: in her hair, on her clit, in her pussy, on her breasts… she was in heaven.
When they reached their destination, they flung the fare at the driver as they piled out of the car and onto the pavement. Barely taking in her surroundings, Jolene followed Blake’s lead as he walked up a garden path, rummaging around in his pocket for his keys. Once inside, Pete took her hand and led her into the front room as Blake shut the door behind them. His hands slipped under her skimpy top and tugged it up over her head, then dropped it on the floor. He kissed her again, his tongue sliding into her mouth as his hands reached around to remove her bra. Suddenly more hands were at her back, easing down the zip of her skirt, pulling the garment down to her feet then gently lifting one foot from it, followed by the other, until she stood in nothing but her high heels.
Blake, still kneeling behind her, whistled in appreciation. He grabbed her ass cheeks and caressed them, shuffling forward for a better look. He pulled them apart, revealing her anus. He slid two fingers into Jolene’s crevice, coating them in her pussy juices, then drew back to her tight bottom hole and smeared the juices around it.
Pete pulled his lips from hers. “Come on, let’s get into the bedroom before we go any further.”
There was no need for any response. The three of them trooped into a bedroom that was furnished with a king-sized bed. Blake gestured to Jolene to get on the bed, and both men undressed before her. As their bodies were revealed, Jolene felt like all her birthdays and Christmasses had come at once.
Blake was as she had imagined he would be: very broad, muscular, and powerful-looking with a hairy chest and a sexy line of hair leading down to the curls from which his cock protruded. And what a cock it was. Circumcised, it was long and thick, and its shiny purple head was already smeared with pre-cum. Jolene could barely restrain herself from dropping to her knees before him and licking it off.
Pete, though smaller in height and build, was certainly blessed where it mattered. His impressive cock was bigger than his friend’s; thick and meaty, and nestling in very well-groomed pubic hair. Jolene guessed that his balls would be shaven too. Smiling, she beckoned them over.
n a flash, Blake and Pete joined her on the bed. After a few seconds of confusion, things happened very quickly. Noting how Blake had shown an interest in anal play, Jolene got Pete lying on his back so she could suck his cock. She then got onto all fours, sticking her ass high in the air and wiggling it suggestively as she swallowed as much of Pete’s cock as she possibly could.
Blake needed no more encouragement. He immediately parted her cheeks and stuck his tongue in her tight hole as deep as it would go, eliciting a muffled gasp from Jolene and a deep moan from Pete. He slid one hand between her thighs to play in her wet folds, stroking her clit as he tongue-fucked her asshole. Jolene’s sphincter twitched around his tongue and his cock stiffened further as he thought about how it would feel gripping his shaft.
Meanwhile, Pete was having trouble holding back his orgasm. Jolene was a pro at giving head, bobbing up and down on his cock as she stroked his balls, once in a while giving a cheeky stroke of his anus. He had to stop her before he came, as he desperately wanted to do so inside her. He put a hand to her shoulder, then gently pulled his cock out.
Jolene was disappointed to be stopped just as she’d really been getting into it, but she soon forgot about it when Blake took his place. She immediately opened her mouth wide and sunk Blake’s cock in deep. Pete had by now moved to Blake’s previous position and had pried open her sticky nether lips and started to devour her pussy. He licked and sucked at her with obvious enjoyment and enthusiasm, pointing his tongue and flicking it over and over her engorged clit. As her climax approached, Jolene sucked harder and faster on Blake’s cock until his eyes rolled back in his head and he too looked as though he was about to come.
Pete smeared some of Jolene’s copious pussy juices over her asshole and slowly penetrated her with a finger. Immediately, her orgasm was triggered and she felt the feeling of warmth and tingling permeating through her body. Then the wave hit and her pussy and anus started to spasm uncontrollably. She pulled her mouth off of Blake’s cock, to both his disappointment and relief, and screamed in release, ejaculate squirting all over Pete’s willing tongue.
As she recovered, Blake stretched across the bed and yanked open a drawer in the bedside unit, pulling out a handful of condoms and some lube.
“I don’t think you’re going to need that,” she grinned at Blake.
“Oh, yes I am,” he responded, with a wink, “and plenty of it.”
Realizing that Blake intended to fuck her ass, Jolene gulped. Then she shook herself. She was a big girl, and she could take it. Besides, she’d always wanted to try it and was sure the distraction of having Pete’s big cock stretching her pussy would relax her.
The boys swapped places and Jolene wasted no time tearing open a condom and slipping it onto Pete’s length. Then she straddled him, positioning his prick at her entrance, and sunk down until she was completely impaled. Even as aroused and wet as she was, she still felt stretched and filled.
She heard the snap of a lid, then something cold being smeared onto her asshole. More sticky noises followed as Blake coated his cock, then continued to stroke and relax her anus, working the lube right into her hole. He then pushed a lube coated finger right in, and another. He slowly fingered her, and at the same time, Pete began to push up against her. The sensations were immense, a cock in her pussy and fingers in her bottom. She wanted more.
“Try it now, but slowly,” she hissed.
Blake did as he was told. With a final smear of lube across her tight opening, she felt the bloated head of his latex-covered cock press against her sphincter.
“Push against me,” said Blake. “It will open you up for me.”
Jolene did his bidding and pushed against the intrusion at her back passage. Surprisingly, she felt the resistance give way and Blake’s cock slowly gained entrance to her ass. He took it slow, inching deeper and deeper.
Jolene’s body was a mass of feeling. She was stuffed in both holes, stretched to breaking point, and it felt incredible. As Blake’s balls rested against her, she clenched her muscles, drawing groans from both guys. Taking that as a sign of her readiness, they began to work together to fuck her like she’d never been fucked before. It was difficult at first to keep either of the guys from slipping out of her, but they soon established a rhythm, which worked for all three of them. Jolene knew she would reach climax very, very soon. She also knew it was going to be good.
“Faster,” she barked, hardly realizing what she was saying. “Fuck me good and hard.”
Pete and Blake increased their pace, their cocks stroking nerve endings Jolene never even knew she had. She was absolutely drenched and every movement emitted squelching noises from their adjoined bodies. But all three were past caring as their climaxes approached.
Jolene, having already come once, found her second orgasm coming rapidly. “I’m close, I’m going to come!”
The second wave hit her, more powerfully than the first, and this time, her contracting muscles gripped two cocks desperate for release. Blake was first. With a couple more thrusts into Jolene’s tight ass, he moaned loudly as he emptied his balls inside her, cock twitching wildly. Seconds later, Pete’s fingers dug deeply into her hips as he shot his loud, groaning. Jolene was so sensitive, she could feel every twitch and movement of the boys’ pricks inside her, including when they both started to soften.
Blake moved his weight off of her and pulled out carefully so as not to lose the condom, then went to dispose of it. Pete held his in place as Jolene got off him and flopped beside him on the bed. Seconds later, Blake joined them and Pete slipped off briefly to get rid of his spunk-filled rubber. Presently, the three of them lay there, panting, with sweat cooling rapidly on their bodies.
Blake spoke first. ‘” think I speak for all of us when I say—Wow!”
“Most definitely,” said Pete.
“Ooh, yes,” murmured Jolene. “I’m certainly glad I came out tonight…put it that way.”
“Then, you’re not disappointed about missing your friend?” enquired Blake.
“Nah, she’s not as much fun as you two,” Jolene smiled, laughing inwardly at her own private joke. How would this pair feel if they knew she’d come out specifically on the prowl tonight?
Looking across at Blake, then Pete, she saw nothing but blissed-out expressions. Funnily enough, she didn’t think they’d mind at all.
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Copyright January 2012, Lucy Felthous
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