FillingtheVoid (9 page)

Tired panting filled the room. As much as Naomie wanted to
collapse, she couldn’t with Arisa sprawled beneath her. She inched back, taking
it slow in case her muscles betrayed her, and crawled off the ottoman so she
could slump to the floor.

Arisa said in a weak tone, “Best orgy to date.”

The others murmured their agreement. Though Naomie admitted
to that truth, that didn’t mean she wanted to do this ever again. Her plug
would be firmly in place from now on. She couldn’t do another session like this
one. Her friends played too rough…well rougher than she was used to from them.
She would be aching if she didn’t keep herself limber with her morning
exercises. Then again, that might not save her this time around. She would see
once her body had time to lodge complaints with her head.

Until then, Naomie was taking a much-needed nap.

Evening—Lesson Learned

A dick Naomie didn’t recognize was pressed against one cheek
of her ass. That was Naomie’s first thought when she opened her eyes to the darkened
room. The second thought was confusion over her current whereabouts. She didn’t
recognize the room, not that she could see much. The bed didn’t feel familiar
and she really wanted to know who was behind her.

Naomie had impressive skin memory. She could tell anyone’s
identity by the way a person fondled her, how the person kissed or how a man’s
dick felt pressed against or rubbing inside her body. After the few orgies
she’d taken part in while wearing a blindfold, it was a handy talent to have.
At times her talent had been used as a party game to see if the men could stump
her. She hadn’t lost to date but only because she’d known all the men playing.

This dick’s owner was unknown. He had an impressive
piece—thick and smooth. She didn’t feel any veins, which she should since it
was erect and caressing her in a slow, dry hump. The length as it slid over her
ass from crown to base had her a little breathless. It was longer than Dane’s,
which should be considered a crime. Or at the very least unfair to the rest of
the male population. Somewhere out there was a man with barely any dick at all
to offset this monster.

The owner wrapped his large, hot hand around the back of her
thigh. He nudged gently, pressing his fingers into her skin and urging her to
bend her knee, to move her leg forward enough to allow him access. His
movements were subtle…soft, as though trying not to startle her…or wake her. He
was trying to slip in—ease his tip between her pussy lips and prod her channel
entrance with short thrusts until he gained entry so he could fill her to
overflowing.

It was a tempting proposition. Her pussy had already started
drooling over the hot sausage headed its way. If he moved his hand to the side
and touched her slit, she would coat his fingers with her juices. He would know
she was more than ready for his brand of intrusion. If…

“Evening, Quincy. How was work?” Naomie asked in a dry
voice.

Quincy chuckled as he pressed his forehead to her shoulder.
“You were awake. I thought I was being slick.”

“More like you woke me up rubbing that baseball bat over my
ass.”

“Open up and I’ll show you my grand slam.” He gripped her
leg and prepared to spread her thighs, all pretense of subtlety gone.

Naomie hesitated, debated. While she was thinking, Quincy
released her.

He pulled away, yelling, “Ow. Ow. Ow, woman. Damn. Let go.
Let go.”

Naomie rolled over and saw Mia holding Quincy by his ear. He
curled around the abused appendage, which took him from Naomie and half off the
bed.

Mia rambled at him in rapid Spanish while gripping his ear
harder.

“Okay, okay. I get it. Let go.”

She shoved him away and then smacked his forehead with the
butt of her hand.

Quincy said as he rolled to a sitting position, “So you get
to fuck her but I don’t. That’s fair.”

“I don’t do her in her sleep like some horny, oversexed
dog,” Mia snapped.

Naomie choked back her derisive snort. Wasn’t it a short
while ago that Mia had joked about doing just that?

Wait. How short a while ago? Naomie looked around for a
clock. Not finding one or her purse, which held her cell phone, she asked,
“What time is it?”

“Almost seven,
mamí
. I was about to wake you when
Quincy came home. He said he was going to change and I figured all his tromping
about would do the trick. When neither of you came out, I came to check. And
good thing.”

Quincy grumbled, “If you had waited another few minutes, we
would have been into it. Then you could have joined us.”

“Join you? Join you! I’m your wife. You come satisfy me,”
she grabbed her crotch and tugged, “before you go sticking it to someone else.”

“Then come here.” He pulled Mia onto his lap so she
straddled him.

Naomie laughed and shook her head as she climbed off the
other side of the bed. “You two have fun. I have to get home to
my
horny
husband before he wonders what happened to me.” Her skirt was still around her
waist but she had to locate her top and her thong. The thong not so much but
she definitely needed the top.

Mia said, “I already—” She stopped so she could fend off
Quincy’s kisses with a hand over his face. “I already texted him and let him
know you were sleeping.”

“Thanks. You should have woken me up though. I wanted to be
home before him.”

“
Mamí
, you needed sleep bad. If I know Dane, and I
do, you won’t be getting to sleep any time in the next four or five hours.
He’ll appreciate you being rested and fresh for him.”

“Rested maybe.” She sniffed her arm. The scent of sex clung
to her. “Fresh is another matter.” She wished she had time for a shower because
Dane wouldn’t let her take one before jumping her.

Or maybe he would be too tired from work and would
appreciate the time to rest while she cleaned up. That was a possibility. Only
one way to find out.

Naomie strolled into the living room and spotted her top
draped across the back of one of the dining room chairs. Mia’s home was back to
normal, leaving behind no evidence that four women had had a toy-party orgy a
few hours ago. Except for the cheesecake bites. Two lone cubes sat on the
serving tray, begging Naomie to eat them.

She hesitated as she reached for the chocolate one. Mia
might be saving these for herself or Quincy. Naomie let out a wistful sigh.
Three more weeks and she could have them again. Maybe next time she could have
more than a handful before the ladies ganged up on her.

After pulling her top over her head, she scanned the room
for her thong and didn’t see it. Either Mia had put it someplace out of the way
so prying eyes wouldn’t see it or one of the ladies had decided to take a
keepsake of the encounter. It wouldn’t be the first time.

No real loss. Naomie preferred being sans panties. She
grabbed her purse and dug through it for her cell phone as she headed for her
car. A quick tap of the Power button showed no new messages or missed calls.
She sent off a quick text to let Dane know she would be home soon.

“Hold up,
mamí
.” Mia jogged across the lawn. “You
sure you’re okay to drive?”

“I’m fine.” Naomie grinned. “I did just take a four-hour
nap. Or thereabouts.” She glanced over Mia’s shoulder at the open front door.
“Are you sure you should be leaving your man? He might decide to take that
thing and terrorize downtown Tokyo.”

“How did you know my pet name for his dick is Godzilla?”

Naomie snorted. “What else would it be? King Dong?”

“That’s clever. I’ll have to see how he likes that.”

“How long does it take you to ride that thing to empty?”

“All night,” Mia said in a husky voice as she squeezed her
thighs together. She licked her lips with a light grunt and then focused on
Naomie. “But he can wait. I wanted to make sure you were okay.”

“Fine.”

Mia cupped Naomie’s cheek and moved closer, worry creasing
her brow. “You’re sure? I can drive you home if Dane can’t pick you up.”

Naomie laughed softly as she rested her hands on Mia’s hips
and shifted the woman closer, enjoying Mia’s gentle warmth. “What’s wrong,
lady? Why all the worry?”

“You didn’t even twitch when Fred picked you up and put you
to bed. All of us were worried we might have been too rough.”

“You three didn’t even begin to scratch the surface of my
definition of too rough. I just had a weird day. My whole rhythm was thrown off
so I didn’t get enough sleep this morning. I’m all caught up now.”

“You’re sure? I feel bad—”

Naomie leaned forward and captured Mia’s lips in a
reassuring kiss. Mia was such a good friend for worrying. The ladies had never
seen Naomie exhausted, not that it happened very often. Naomie was wide awake,
thanks to her nap, and her libido was fully recharged. The way the kiss
graduated to pressed tongues and deep tasting was testament to that.

Mia slipped her hand under Naomie’s top, cupped Naomie’s
left breast and flicked one finger over the nipple ring. Pulling back from the
kiss, Mia said, “I didn’t get to play with this as much as I wanted.”

“You played with it enough.” Naomie’s nipple hardened and
her pussy ached with yearning from the slight jiggle of the ring. The nap had
definitely been what she needed for a full recovery.

“Not as much as usual.” Mia placed a quick kiss on Naomie’s
lips while squeezing her nipple. Naomie’s soft, needy mewl pulled a smile from
Mia, who whispered, “Not as much as you like. But I can never play with you as
much as you like during these get-togethers. How long has it been since we
enjoyed each other one-on-one?”

Naomie couldn’t answer. Not because she couldn’t remember
but because Mia had moved her free hand between Naomie’s thighs and started
rubbing Naomie’s clit. Naomie fell the few inches back against the side of her
car while lifting one leg to ride Mia’s hip.

Mia stopped fondling Naomie’s breast so she could grip
Naomie’s thigh, digging her fingers into her flesh. She shifted closer so her
breasts pressed against Naomie’s and then trailed the tips of her fingers down
to Naomie’s pussy entrance and tickled—a quick wiggle of her fingers that
teased Naomie into wanting more.

“They think you’re hot in a group but Dane and I know
better. You shine brightest when you’re focused on one person who knows all the
ways to touch you.” Mia pressed one finger upward as far as it would go,
pulling a lustful keen from Naomie. “To tease you.”

A hungry grunt drew both women’s attention to Quincy, who
stood in the doorway naked and jerking off. His fist moved in rapid up-and-down
strokes as he stared at Naomie and Mia.

He said, “Don’t stop on my account. In fact we should move
this to the bedroom.”

Mia cursed under her breath and then snapped, “Get your
naked ass back in the house and put on some clothes before the neighbors call
the fucking cops.”

“Me? You’re the one finger-fucking Naomie in the street. I’m
just enjoying the show.” He looked past them. “Along with a few of the
neighbors.”

Naomie didn’t bother looking. She tended to gather an
audience. Besides, sex in public didn’t bother her. She tried to get away with
it as often as possible and had only been ticketed once. That time had been
because that particular cop had already given her and Dane a previous warning
and refused to give another.

Offering to let the cop join the fun hadn’t helped the
situation. Though the offer—fully accepted and enjoyed—had gotten the fine
reduced, she and Dane had decided to use another locale since that one had been
compromised. A shame too. She’d really loved that park bench—set back from the
bike trail so it was partially hidden with a wonderful view of the lake. Not
hidden enough, obviously. But if it had been too hidden, it would have ruined
the whole purpose of having sex in public in the first place.

And as much as Naomie wanted to play for her current
audience, she needed to get home. A light nudge to Mia got the woman to release
Naomie’s leg and back up a step. Naomie pulled her skirt back in place with a
single tug and made sure her top covered her breasts.

Quincy made a disappointed noise and sucked his teeth.

Mia yelled, “Get back in the house.”

He wagged his dick. “He wants to play with Naomie.”

“He’s gonna be broken in two and shoved up your ass if you
don’t get back in the house. I’ll be there in a minute.”

“Never let me have any fun,” he grumbled as he walked back
into the house and swung the door closed.

Mia sighed and shook her head. “I’m going to have to let him
fuck you soon or I’ll never hear the end of his whining.”

“We could do a double-date movie night at my place. You
always said you wanted to try out Dane, right?”

“I most certainly do. You think he’ll go for it?”

“It’s sex. He’ll go for it.” Naomie placed a quick kiss on
Mia’s lips and then pulled open her car door. “Speaking of, I need to get home
so he can get his. Poor baby didn’t get his morning quickie and I’m sure he
didn’t get any at work. His old secretary moved away and all he does is grumble
about the new one and how uptight she is.”

Mia said in a derisive tone, “Oh, poor him, getting a
secretary who doesn’t want to sleep with her boss. Whatever is the world coming
to?”

Both women laughed before sharing another kiss. Mia said,
“Drive safe and text me when you get home so I know you arrived okay.”

“I will.” Naomie slid onto the driver’s seat, ignoring the
instant wet spot and the tingles of need originating from her pussy. Dane would
take care of it…she hoped.
Please let him not be too tired.
Though
Naomie wasn’t above jumping him in his sleep.

“And get back to me on details about this double date so I
can use it to placate Quincy.”

“I’ll do that too.”

Mia swung the car door closed and stepped back. Naomie started
the engine. The vibrations added to her aroused state. Good thing Mia’s house
was only a few miles up the road. Naomie didn’t have far to go before she could
give in to her baser needs.

She waved at Mia as she pulled away from the curb. Traffic
was light so the trip passed quickly, which Naomie appreciated. Mia had gotten
Naomie so excited she was squirming in her seat while resisting the urge to rub
her clit.

Normally a little diddling wouldn’t affect her driving but
this wouldn’t be a little diddling. She wanted to spread her legs on the hood
of her car and finger her pussy until someone decided to shove a dick into it.
She hadn’t been hit with a craving to fuck this strong since her college days,
which was more proof this had been a screwed-up day.

She managed to park the car and walk into the house like a
normal person. Dane didn’t greet her at the door as she’d thought he would. She
looked around and then called, “Dane?”