11 comments/ 46407 views/ 5 favorites Unsatisfied By: morena_69 She lay there. He thrust above her. Groaning and talking dirty to try to get her as turned on as he was. Sweat was dripping off of him covering her big breast and running down her stomach. She complied and moaned back. "Oh yeah! Take that baby! You like that?!" He continued to thrust. Shaking their old bed and breathing hard. She hoped her roommate didn't hear. Jamison was giving it all he had even hoping that she would have an orgasm soon. He could feel the balls tighten. Begging for release. She was thinking about their years together and how they were to be married in four months. They made it through college and grad school and now they are going to live their life together. Even though their sex life was only exciting for him she loved him unconditionally. But she needed real release. "OH! Fuck baby! I'm going to cum!" He was heaving and thrusting wildly. She decided to make it just has good for him and fake an orgasm......again. "Cum for me baby! Cum in me!" She faked it and breathed just has heavily. Clenching her inner vaginal walls. He came then. In a condom much to her dismay. She loved sucking him off into her mouth but he never really satisfied her. Only made her wet. She had not had an orgasm since they had first had sex in her freshman year. "God baby! That was so good! Thank you. I really needed that", he said as he rolled off of her. She turned and the clock read 2 am. She had to get up by 8 so she needed to go to sleep. She knew he wanted to cuddle and talk. She was disappointed and hadn't had an orgasm in over 6 months. She desperately needed one. She hadn't had time to play with herself because of all of her work. She rolled over to her side of the bed and covered up. "Night baby." She heard him sigh. "But honey....I haven't had any time to really talk to you in over 6 months. It's always the same thing......." Her mind drifted as he ranted about not having enough time for anything. She drifted into sleep ****Next Day**** Nicolette felt horrible about falling asleep on Jamison's rant the other night. He was such a good man and gentle. They had so much in common and knowing that made her realize that she had to make it up to him. She packed up for lunch hour determined not come back until the next morning. The cab ride over was very short but in that time she thought about Jamison's frat buddy and co-worker Demetri. She loathed the name. The man was a jackass and an arrogant idiot. He had hit on her all throughout college and grad school and when both Jamison and Demetri both decided to go to work together she could only roll her eyes and try to talk Jamison out of it. Her words failed and she hated the fact that they did. She rode the elevator up to his floor. Her roommate and best friend Laney met her before she entered his office. "Hey Niki! You can't go in yet. Demetri's in there talking." She smiled brilliantly and hugged me tight. I returned the smile and hugged back. "Hey Ciara! I don't care if that lump of a nut is in there. He's probably talking about their fantasy football team or something." She laughed and rolled her eyes as she made her way out of the office doors into the main hall to the other offices at the firm. Just then the door to Jamison's office opened and closed. The ass himself walked out and stood. 6'3, black hair, and all male was Demetri. He was always dangerous looking with his bright blue eyes and black hair tucked under his collar. "Actually," his deep possessed, "We were talking about our annual camping trip. Coming again this year?" I actually rolled my eyes and sighed heavily. The annual camping trip, or you could say, hell weekend. It was full of alcohol, sex, and outdoors. Demetri always brought a bimbo and they would end up making incredibly loud sex. One year Nicolette actual refused to go. But she wasn't backing down again. She was going to go and teach him a thing or two. "Yes, looking forward to it. What bimbo are you going to bring this year?" He eyebrow raised slightly, beckoning him to answer and daring him to say a name. Demetri stood and looked at this dark beauty. Though black girls weren't his things, Nicolette definitely is. She was 5'5, 42 DD, by his guess, her dark hair was a little past her shoulder. She'd always been a cock tease. Refusing his every ploy, but he knew. His best friend was horrible in the sack and just got lucky by catching Nicolette. "Wouldn't you like to know? But rest assured, the woman that will be escorting me will be lovely and will definitely enjoy the wild side of me." She didn't have any doubt as she stalked past him into her fiancé's office. *****Authors Notes***** I may continue this story if I have some positive feedback. This is my first story. Please give me some feedback. Thanks Morena Unsatisfied Ch. 02 ***Authors Note*** It would be best if you read Unsatisfied I to get a better view of what is going on. I hope you like this second installments. I'm looking for positive comments only. If you don't like it then don't comment. Thanks. * This was going to be one of hell of a camping trip. She really wanted to stay at home and watch movies with Jamison and forget all about the pending "adventure". She had yet to see Demetri's little fucktoy of a bimbo that he always takes. One year it was the receptionist, the classic big tit blond. The next was the French flight attendant, the classic medium tit brunette. But who could ever for the Puerto Rican Stripper who barely spoken any English. Though she didn't know much, anyone could make out, "Fuck Me" in any language. As she said in the car she tried to tune in on what Jamison was saying. After a while it kind of just gathered together into nothingness. "Can you believe he did that honey? That was a crazy power move and I think he may lose his job." Oblivious to whatever he was talking about, "yeah, honey that was crazy." Sometimes she wonders why she's with Jamison. He's the classic White Male. They both graduated from Harvard. Both went into Law. He went into Corporate, she went into Criminal. They had money but they weren't compatible. She did have time to think about the impending future of her relationship with Jamison as they pulled up to the private camp grounds. They spotted Demetri's black sports car that totally suited his arrogance and grace at the same time. What they didn't spot was him. "Hmmm, I wonder where he is." Jamison muttered partially to himself. They walked around camp for a minute or two then began to set it up. They work numbly not really talking, which is completely normal. Niki found the silence comfortable. She'd learned to take his quietness as a resting break between there next discussion. It really hit her as she thought about it. That's all they really did was "discuss". They never argued. He was always super sensitive to her emotions. To her, it seemed perfect. After setting up camp, they began to worry. "Maybe we should go look for him," Jamison suggested. Knowing his fear of the woods she figured he would stay at camp. She looked at him and furrowed her brow. "You want to go look?" She knew he hated the deep woods. He had gotten lost in them when we was 10 and could only really stand the camp site and some cabins. She watched as he pulled out his self phone. She figured he was going to call or text him. "Yeah, you take the East Route Walking Trail and I'll take the North." She didn't have a clue which route was which but took the small path that she seen. The sun was still high in the sky when she began walking. She didn't really care where he was so she wasn't paying attention. Instead she was focusing on a case she had coming up about a teen accused of murder. She meticulously worked out all of the facts and thought about the victim. He job was to prosecute. That's what she did best. For the past two weeks her mind had been swimming for the past two weeks. The case, Jamison's proposal and who could forget Demetri. She began to walk and thinking again not even noticing she had stopped. Jamison had been acting weird lately. He had become distant and distracted. Having sex had become twice a month, maybe three. Not that she missed it, she never got off anyway but getting him off had been rewarding. It's easier to live in dumb faith than in blind light. She didn't want to know what was keeping him so distracted. It couldn't be more than a work thing. She loved him and that was that. He was always so kind. And never a real bother, so that was always a plus. There was a part of her that knew that this was simply not true. She had been walking blindly and noticed that there was not a trail anymore. The Sun was still high and the cool fall breeze was blowing her black hair. She enjoyed the feeling and felt her nipples harden on her chocolate skin. She was enjoying the walk back when she heard something. Turning she say nothing. She heard another sound. She believed it was a wounded animal and drew closer. It was a partially rocky terrain and she had to move around them to get closer to the noise. She saw an object around the bend. Moving closer she noticed it was a body against it. She moved closer and squatted by a rock. She was thankful she was wearing drawstring shorts and not her jeans. She watched as the object moved up and down against the firm tree. She caught black hair over the shoulder of the woman. She heard the noise again and realized it was the fucking that caught her attention. Looking closely she could see Demetri's flowing hair and gruff grunts as he slipped in and out of the willing woman. Niki could tell by the woman's breathing that an orgasm was soon to be result of his somewhat gentle strokes. Niki cursed herself as she felt herself getting more and more aroused. She peaked around the tall boulder again and watched in a somewhat mesmerized gaze as he continued. She heard the woman gasp and moan, "oooh yes! Demetri, fuck me. I'm coming." The woman's body shook but Demetri never stopped his slow and precise movements. Niki's hand itched and moved slowly into her shorts and down into her thongs. She couldn't help it, she had to rub herself or she was going to be in trouble. Demetri sat the girl down and turned her away from him. He saw movement out of right eye. He hunted his whole life and new when something was very close. He knew someone was behind that bolder but if he could just figure it out. Nevertheless he was going to cum. He needed release. He couldn't get Niki off his mind as he turned his willing slut around and bent her near the tree so she had grip. He looked at her dark skin and rounded ass. It wasn't as big as Niki's but he was going to get some relief from it. He slapped it hard and listened to her gasp and moan at his assault. Niki continued to hid and finger her wet pussy and hardened nub. She heard the slaps and only wished it was her. She was too far gone now to turn back. She risked looking around the boulder. She seen that they had changed positions and he was now bending her over. He was looking down as he entered her. Niki was so turned on. Her fingers worked faster as she watched. She was so surprised that the woman was black, only a shade or two lighter and with a well rounded ass. Not as big as hers but definitely black. Demetri was now pounding into the woman with force and precision. Almost savagely he pounded her pussy until she was no longer trying to be quiet she was just too horny and orgasms where pelting her body. "Fuck me fuck me fuck me." She chanted and he unmercifully delivered as his big dick slammed into her tight cunt. Not only did she notice how big his shaft was and the thickness but his balls where the most impressive. Demetri caught her then. So, Niki was a little voyeur, well he was going to deliver. He quickly picked his mate up and put her on all fours on the ground. He knew Niki was demanding but he was going to show her that in some cases. The man had to take control. He started to fuck his companion hard and fast as one hand focused solely on her nipples and the other worked on her clit. "OHHHH FUCK ME!! YES!!!!! OH SHIT!" She screamed. Niki was watching this beautiful assault and got more turned on then she could ever imagine. An orgasm hit so fast she was forced out of her squatting position and laid back behind the boulders and road it out. She could hear Demetri's grunts of pleasure mixed with the woman's as another small orgasm hit again. Demetri couldn't take it anymore. She slipped out of the woman and growled; "Get on your knees" Demetri waited a second until he was sure Niki could see him. Niki looked and was in awe of his body. Arching his back, like a hunter screaming after catching his pray. His taunt white muscles glistened with sweat as his manhood protruded like a sword. Niki watched as cum sprayed the woman in the face. Her cheeks, and lips where covered in the wonderful syrup. His growl of absolute relief was dominating. She woman lapped at his dick. It was then Niki realized who it was. Ciara, her roommate and best friend. Niki quickly got on her knees moved as quietly as possible back to the camp ground. Ciara looked up at Demetri after the best fuck of her life! She thought she saw something move. She looked over but saw nothing, "Did you hear that?" Demetri, still panting from his release leaning against the tree looked over and knew that she was gone. "No, probably a squirrel. Let's get to camp. Demetri knew that this was going to be an interesting weekend. Niki made it back to camp just as the sun was starting to set and the sky looked orange over the lake. She was glad no one was there; it gave her a little time to get cleaned up before everyone returned. She had leaves on her back and hair and didn't want to explain. All she knew was that this weekend was going to be interesting. Unsatisfied Wife I used to work as a secretary, but I have retired since my marriage. My husband works a job where he brings his work home and works at odd hours and on the weekend too. I'm incredibly lonely, I think we used to spend more time together before we were married. He never seems to have time for me any more, and rarely time for sex either. Even when I sit in his lap in a short skirt with no panties on and beg him to take me, more often than not he says he is too busy or does not have time to waste. When he does "indulge" me, he acts like it's a mundane thing to do, like brushing his teeth or shaving. It's like he's in a hurry to get it over and done with. He has even begun saying to me that he does not have time for sex today, but he will give me a short pelvic massage - our word for masturbating each other - or even just watch me masturbate myself! He often tells me that there is more to life than sex and that I should just learn to control myself. I have not permitted my husband to make me pleasure myself while he looks on with no intention of making love to me himself -- I imagine it would be a cold and clinical, distasteful regard, and I could not take any satisfaction in that. I masturbate as often as I can, and often fantasise about having an affair, or being taken by several men at once. My biggest fantasy, though, is that my husband's interest in sex would be increased, and that he would become the lover I want him to be. With the way my husband is treating me in regards to sex, I almost feel as if I have the right to gain sexual satisfaction where I can, and find myself looking at other men, thinking of the safest way to have an affair. My chance for an affair came soon enough. My old boy friend, the one who I lost my virginity with, sent me a friendly letter to let me know he was back in town for a good while and could we catch up some time. I invited him to have a home-cooked dinner with me and my husband -- to give him a change from bachelor food. My husband thought that my old boy friend was just an old friend, having no clue of what had transpired between us, and I had always looked back with regret at our breakup -- he was 'the one who got away', so to speak. My husband objected first up to the need to be social, as he was far too busy to entertain my friends. He had begun to try to take dinner in his office and not with me. That night was sheer torture for me, between covering for my husband's rudeness and feeling a familiar heat in my loins and breasts from seeing my old boy friend. He was as gorgeous as ever, and far more sophisticated than when I saw him last. I had thought a few times during the course of the evening I could feel his foot brushing against mine under the table, and thanked goodness that I was wearing a padded bra, feeling my achy nipples pressed up against the fabric -- I could pass my blush off as being due to the heat of the night, but a stray nipple would broadcast my lust... not that my husband would take any notice. Aside from this and my husband's gruffness, dinner passed pleasantly. My old boy friend told me much about his life, and when his questions revealed that I had little to talk about (little I could talk about) he generously did not pursue this and continued to put me at ease, and I gradually became more playful in my speech. He offered to help me clear the table of dishes and would not let me refuse him. When in the kitchen, he put his dishes down on the bench and came up close behind me and began to fondle my breasts and kiss my neck insistently, as was his wont when we were dating. I gasped in pleasure and instinctively pressed my buttocks against his semihard cock, spreading my legs. "Oh honey," he said, "your husband hasn't been looking after you..." I put the dishes down with a shockingly loud clatter, and turn around in his arms, holding my old boy friend tightly. "I'm so lonely.." He smiled tenderly and brushed my cheek with the pad of his thumb. Any thoughts of guilt evaporated in my mind, and I kissed him, first with girlish longing, then deeply with passion, lifting myself into his arms, wrapping my legs around his waist and grinding against his now rock hard cock. My husband took this opportunity to shout for his dessert. My old boy friend helped me to my feet with a look of regret in his eyes. "I can't go back in there like this" he said, indicating his swollen member. I doubted my husband would notice, but I had a wicked thought. I gestured for my old boy friend to wait, and I went out to my husband, telling him that I had to reheat the dessert. Returning to the kitchen, I put the sweet sauce on a low heat in the bain-marie and asked my old boy friend to stir. I knelt and unzipped my boy friend's fly, freeing his erection, which bobbed proudly free and seemed to pulse under my eyes. Wasting no time, I engulfed it in my mouth, sucking strongly and laving his cock with my tongue, wonderfully hard and smooth and velvety and ridged all at the same time in my mouth. I inhaled his distinctively masculine scent that makes me drool and I reached for his balls, rolling them in my hand. We hadn't the time to spend in a leisurely long rediscovery of each other, so I flicked my tongue against all the sweet spots I remembered. I was soon rewarded by his balls rising and his cock pulsating in my mouth, and his salty, gooey, cum in my mouth. I swallowed urgently as the sauce boiled. My boy friend took the sauce off the heat and reached down a hand to me to help me to my feet, smiling warmly at me. Tucking himself away, he wrapped his arms around me as I doled out the dessert. I carried my husband's dish into the room and handed it to him, while my boy friend carried mine and his. My husband barely glanced at me before beginning to shovel it down. I offered around some port, hoping to take away any residual sex scent. My boy friend took some gladly, hoping to blame his now apparent tiredness on being a lightweight. Before he left, my boy friend elicited a promise for me to show him around later. I accepted with glee, and my clit throbbed painfully between my legs in anticipation of our next meeting. That night, after I had had my bath, brushed my teeth and come to bed, I snuggled closer to my husband and thanked him for a wonderful evening. He smiled, but thought it was a ruse to get inside his pants and again told me that there were more things to life than sex and that he was very busy at work. Disappointed, I turned to one side, waited what seemed like an eternity for his breathing to become regular and deep, and let my hands play over my body. I first imagined what it had been like with my old boy friend, when we were together, as I brushed my hands over the insides of my wrists, the line of my collarbone, teasing my breasts, the hollow between them, and my waist and belly, and then imagined my husband awaking next to me, rampant and needy, devouring me and fucking me over and over again, as my hands pinched my nipples and roughly rubbed my clitoris. Then I imagined both of them together, caressing me and fucking me, lifting me up in their arms and making me feel as if I was in a hot, sweaty heaven of manflesh, as I began to fingerfuck myself. When I came, I shoved my pillow into my mouth to muffle any noises I might make - although sharing a wall with a brother has made me, I fancy, a quiet enough fuck when I need to be. My husband slept on. As I drowsed off, satisfied at last, I wondered what tomorrow might bring.