Everything Erotic
Year One Issue One
Tales from September 1-30th, 2010
Red Hot Publishing
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Copyright © 2010 Alice Gaines, Boone Brux, C.J. Ellisson, Danielle Gavan, Greta Goddard, M.K. Elliott, Nickie Asher, Scarlett Jameson, Whitley Gray.
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Table of Contents:
*You can click on the title from any author to be taken to the selection. Additionally, all chapter names will link you back to this table of contents.
Original Fiction and Non-fiction:
Alice Gaines - Wonder Slut; Built For Lust
Boone Brux - Randy Romans
C.J. Ellisson - Johnny Living Dangerously
Danielle Gavan - The Erotic Adventures of Sidony Tassen; Hooked; Tempted By Fate
Greta Goddard - Closet Lovin' ; Payback
M.K. Elliott - Her Secret Life
Nickie Asher - Shades of Crimson
Scarlett Jameson - Riding Out the Storm
Whitley Gray - Meredith Medical Center
Bonus material:
C.J. Ellisson - Vampire Vacation (free ten chapter excerpt)
Wonderslut
By Alice Gaines
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In a hidden complex beneath Orchids by Felicity, Felicity Plumswindle, aka Wonderslut-Avenger of the Non-Orgasmic, is tutoring her apprentice, Jason, aka The Piston-Hard Driving Muscle of Love, in the proper use of racks and whips.
The whip came down on Felicity’s naked back again, hard enough to sting her flesh. Oh, man…it hurt sooooo good.
“Do you really like this?” Jason said from behind her.
“What did I tell you about squirming?”
“I don’t like hurting you.”
“Who’s back there? Jason or Jay?,” she said.
“There is no Jay.”
“Then, stop swishing that whip the way Jay would.”
He let out an angry huff. “You’re the boss.”
“And don’t you forget it.”
He lashed her harder this time. She jumped in response, almost leaving her feet. That one might have cut her skin. A trail of fire ran from her ribs along her spine all the way to the base of her neck. Heat – liquid fire. Divine.
“That more like Jason?” he asked.
“If you had the right attitude, you wouldn’t have to ask.”
“Damn it, Felicity.”
“Superstud or wimp? Which’ll it be?”
He growled and hit her again, this time across one buttock and then the other. Her whole ass smarted, the heat reaching between her legs and up into her crotch. Her clit started to throb. No matter what, she wouldn’t beg. Whip or no, he was the student, not the master here.
“Are you squirming yet?” he said.
“You have to ask?”
“You keep sticking your ass up at me as if you want to be fucked.”
“You know someone who can do it?”
“Don’t piss me off, lady.”
“Oh, I’m so scared.”
“That does it.” The whip hit the floor with the quiet thud of leather hitting tile.
Her pussy got hot and wet in anticipation. Had she dared him enough that he’d take out his cock and plunge it into her? She’d had it often enough to memorize its dimensions. Long and sleek, with a shaft thick enough to fill her completely, the thing was an amazing tool, and the man knew how to use it. Would he plunge it into her in one huge thrust? Or would he slide it in an inch at a time, stretching her slowly? Her knees went weak enough that she had to hang onto the restraints that held her hands to keep from falling.
Only, why in hell was he taking so long?
Instead of coming up behind her, he appeared at the side of the rack and reached up to the crank that tightened the restraints. He gripped it in both fists and gave her a nasty grin.
“What are you doing over there?” she demanded.
“What does it look like I’m doing?”
“I thought you were going to fuck me.”
“In good time.”
He gave the crank a healthy turn, pulling her hands high over her head. She’d already been stretched out, and now her arms and back went tight with tension.
“Who’s in control now?” he asked.
“Wonderslut never loses control.”
He turned the crank again, stretching her until she could almost hear her joints creak. She hung onto the restraints and stood on tiptoe. No squirming room now.
Jason moved around in front of her and took her chin between his thumb and forefinger. “Not feeling quite so sure of yourself now, are you?”
“I was doing this while you were learning how to write code.”
“That isn’t the only thing we studied in grad school. There was an extra cubicle at the very back of the engineering lab. Late at night, whoever was around would go back there and interface like there was no tomorrow.”
“I thought all nerdlings were guys.”
“One of us was dating a linguistics Ph.D. candidate, and she’d bring her friends.”
“They must have been master debaters.”
“More like cunning linguists.”
“I don’t have time to hang around listening to tales of your alma mater,” she said.
“You’re not going anywhere until I’m through.” He covered her breasts with his hands, rubbing his palms against the nipples until they ached and then moving his fingers over her ribs and downward toward her belly.
With her back and ass still smarting and his hands moving closer and closer to her pussy, her skin heated up everywhere. Not only her skin, but her cunt went from warm to superheated in a few heartbeats. Moisture spread from her pussy-lips onto her thighs, making her ready for his cock – if the guy ever planned to give it to her.
She lowered her head to try to get a look at the front of his Piston costume, but his hands, which had now drifted lower on her torso, obscured her view.
“Don’t worry, I’m hard,” he said. “Watching you squirm made me hotter than I’d expected.”
“Why don’t you put the erection to good use?”
“Are you begging?”
She’d shrug to show him she didn’t care about his taunt, but her arms were stretched out too tightly. So, she gave him a lazy smile. “Just making a suggestion.”
His hands moved lower, until his fingers slid into her pussy hairs. “What do you suggest I do now?”
She pushed her pelvis toward him, even though she could hardly move.
He cupped her mound. “Are you offering me this?”
Jolts of pleasure shot through her. He hadn’t touched her clit yet, hadn’t penetrated inside her, but he’d come close. So close. She moaned and tried to rub herself against his fingers.
“I guess you could…”
One of his fingers slid between her lips and found her clit.
“God!” she cried.
“I guess I could what?”
“I guess you could say…don’t stop…you made me…oh, man…hot.”
“Hot enough to beg?”
“What is your trip?”
“You’re teaching me how to torment a woman, remember?”
Torment or please? It had been please, hadn’t it? It had better be please, or she’d go out of her mind in another minute. She needed to come, damn it. He needed to make her come, or she’d show him what “living hell” meant.
He slid a finger inside her and pumped it in and out until her pussy hairs were soaked with her own love-juices.
“You want my cock in here, don’t you?” he said.
“You have to ask?”
“I want to hear you beg.”
“Hey, kid, go play on the interstate.”
He chuckled. “And leave you here, all hot and lathered and ready to come?”
“It’s not like you’re helping me any.”
“Liar.” His thumb flicked over her clit and withdrew.
Too much and way too little. She almost screamed with frustration. Damn him. As soon as she got free, she’d wring his neck for him. She’d strangle his cock. She’d make sure he didn’t get another woody for a year.
“You want my cock,” he said. “Say it.”
“Go fuck yourself.”
“I’d rather fuck you.”
“Then, do it.”
“Not until you beg.”
“What is wrong with you?” she wailed.
“I’m just doing what my teacher told me to.”
“Okay, then, eagle scout, fuck me.”
“That didn’t sound like begging to me.” He kneeled in front of her and grabbed her hips, pulling her pussy to his mouth. Oh, jeeze, he was going to do that? Sure enough, his mouth closed over her sex, and his tongue flicked over her clit.
Okay…damn…shit…breathe. She was going to come. She’d climax, he’d let her loose, she’d fuck his brains out, and then she’d kill the stupid twit. But, oh God, it felt good.
His tongue kept flicking over her throbbing flesh while his finger kept sliding in and out of her cunt. He did that well, anyway. She hung onto the restraints for support and gave in to the tension coiling in the pit of her belly. Any minute and she’d explode. Any minute…
Then, he stopped. The sonofabitch, cock-sucking bastard stopped. He stood and stepped away from the rack, smiling at her. She did her best to kill him with her glare, but her gaze wouldn’t stay away from the front of his uniform. There, right below the clingy fabric, was the outline of the biggest, most beautiful erection she’d ever seen. Just a few feet away from her weeping pussy, and she couldn’t get at it.
“Cut the crap, Jason. I know you want me. Get over here and put that thing inside me.”
He crossed his arms over his chest. “Not until you beg.”
She did scream then, although the sound came out half-strangled. She was on fire, heartbeats away from an orgasm that would take the top of her head off, and he was playing games.
“Damn it, I’m not fooling around,” she shouted.
“Neither am I.”
“Fuck me. That’s an order.”
He sighed. “I guess I’m not very good at this.”
What in hell did that mean? She stared at the asshole. “Huh?”
He shrugged and sighed again, the twerp. “I’m not much of a master if I can’t make my victim beg.”
“Don’t make me laugh.”
His face fell. “Great. Now, I’m funny.”
“I’ll give you funny if you don’t get that cock inside me this minute.”
“You were right. I can’t do this worth shit. I guess I’ll stick to my computers.”
“What are you talking about, idiot?”
“It’s been fun. Write if you get work.” Then, he turned and walked away.
Walked away. Walked away? Walked the fuck away?
His footsteps echoed off the walls of the grotto as he walked back toward his machinery. One of the wheels of his chair squeaked as he pulled it out, sat, and pushed it back under the console. Keys clacked as he started typing.
“Jay,” she bellowed. “Get back over here!”
He didn’t answer but kept typing, damn his black soul.
“Jason!”
Still no response. He’d tied her up, stretched her out as far as she could go, driven her to the brink, and walked away. He wouldn’t leave her like this, would he? What if he would?
“Jason?” she said. “Come on. This isn’t funny.”
“You’re telling me. The first thing you tried to teach me, and I failed.”
“You didn’t fail…exactly.”
“That’s nice of you, Felicity, but if I failed, I failed.”
“Don’t be so hard on yourself. You were great with the whip.”
“I couldn’t make you beg.”
Oh, for the love of… “You made me miserable.”
“Really? You’re not just saying that to make me feel better?”
“Believe me,” she said between clenched teeth, “this has nothing to do with making you feel better.”
“But I do feel better. Thank you.”
She stared at the blank wall in front of her. Behind her, the typing kept on, each keystroke playing on her nerves.
Enough. One more minute of this and she’d go nuts. “Okay, you can let me down now.”
The typing stopped, leaving nothing but silence.
“Please,” she added.
“I’d rather fuck you. I have the hard-on of a lifetime.”
“I noticed. Would it be a terrible imposition of me to ask you to bring it over here and stick it in me?”
“Are you asking?”
“Yes.” Damn him, damn him to hell and back. “I’m asking.”
The wheel of the chair squeaked again, and he walked up behind her. His breath played over the back of her neck as he fumbled with something. “Say ‘please.’”
Will Wonderslut beg? Will Jason fuck her the way she deserves? Who or what is a Wonderslut, anyway? Find out next month when Wonderslut goes on her next mission of mercy.
This story will be continued in Volume II of Everything Erotic.
Alice's September 2010 release, Built for Lust, from Changeling Press tells the story of two werewolves, Gray and Cara. If you’d like to read this scene from Cara’s point of view go to www.changelingpress.com
Gray kissed Cara then, no more than a gentle sampling of her mouth with his own. As eagerly as he’d devoured her pussy earlier, he’d never kissed her before, and although he couldn’t have known what to expect, he could never have imagined…well…this. This proud, independent woman—the one who’d built a mate so that no real male, wolf or human, could dominate her—melted against him. After a moment, she sighed into his mouth in a way that made his blood heat and his cock stiffen. The loose robes her clan wore allowed them to shift easily, but it also made it a simple matter to lift both hems and drive his sex into hers.
After only a moment kissing her he’d lost himself in arousal. Every bit of his consciousness focused on his woman and how she made him wild. The rustle of the leaves in the forest somehow combined with the sound of her sighs as she clung to his shoulders and pulled her body hard against his. Her firm breasts pressed into his chest, the nipples hardening under the soft material of her robe. And lower, her pelvis rubbed his member. Now fully erect and throbbing, it would soon get out of his control. He had so little experience in human form. He still had to learn to slow down so that he could satisfy his mate. This mate had no plans to let him do that, though, as she demanded more and more with her mouth and continued to rub herself into his erection.
He pulled away after a moment and rested his
forehead against hers. “You see? A miracle.”
“Of your own creation.”
“Nope.” He pressed his lips against her jaw and then trailed them up to her temple. “I’m nothing without you.”
So precious, every part of her. Her skin, the wisps of hair that brushed his nose. Even her earlobe was tiny and perfect. He breathed into her ear, and she let out a gasp of surprise that melted into a sigh of pleasure. The sounds made his heart swell with pride.
“Do that again,” he murmured.
“What?” Her voice came out as soft as the breeze.
“That little noise.” He breathed hotly into her ear again, and this time, she moaned.
“Damn, that makes me hot.” This time, he claimed her mouth with more urgency, parting her lip as he pulled her even harder against him. His erect cock pressed against her belly through their robes. What miracles this woman created. She’d built him to be a machine, but then, he’d morphed into a live wolf. Now human as well, he could love her as a male of both species. His animal nature sought completion in her body and always found it. Spiritual and physical at the same time. Right now, the physical consumed him.
He reached to her buttocks and cupped them as he ground his hips against her. “I can’t seem to stop.”
“Did I ask you to?”
“No matter how much I get of you, I need more.” Now desperate for her, he pushed her against a post at the corner of the porch and thrust his pelvis up against her. The force of his movements almost pushed her feet from the planks, but she clung to his shoulders, digging her fingers into the muscles there.
“I should be gentle,” he whispered.
“You should be who you are,” she answered. “My male animal.”
“Sit on the railing and open your legs for me.”
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