Excerpt
Jordan Silver writing as Tiffany Lordes
American Gangster © Tiffany Lordes
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I was about to make my move when I caught movement out the side of my eye. I took the blow standing and not even by a twitch of an eyelash did I let on that I’d been affected.
I looked dead at her and she didn’t even recognize me, why should she? She’d only seen me once and that was over fifteen years ago. We were both too young to remember, at least she was, but I never forgot.
She had the same head of shiny blonde curls as she did back then, and those eyes, the blue of the Caribbean Sea. I wasn’t sure I could pinpoint any one emotion out of the many that coursed through me, and won’t even try.
“What are you doing out here chica?” Fuck me tell me she isn’t with him. I felt my body seize with a rage that far outweighed the situation. Before she walked into the room he was just a nuisance that I needed to get rid of, but now. If he’d had her as it appeared he had, they were both fucked.
“I needed a smoke do you mind?” She didn’t look like a junkie but her words were off a little as she moved towards Juanita.
It was obvious that there was no love lost between the two women if the look that passed between the two of them was anything to go by. “Puta.” Alright I guess I called that one.
Juanita glared at the much prettier girl as she gathered the shit for a smoke. At least she wasn’t doing lines and she didn’t look like she was worn the fuck out.
Finding her here had changed shit up a bit though, now I had to change my play. “You mind if I use your rest room, it was a long flight and uh, Juanita here didn’t exactly give me time if you know what I mean?” He seemed suspicious for all of ten seconds before the presence of his men restored his confidence.
I was pretty sure that the bathroom was closer to the back of the house, and I was also betting that this genius hadn’t thought to put men around back.
No, he would most likely think that I was an easy mark seeing as how I’d come all this way on my own. Oh, well, at least the fool will get to live a few more hours.
In the bathroom I made quick work of the window. The place was one story so all that was needed was the lifting of the window and shimmying out. I had to time shit accordingly, so I flushed the toilet with my foot to cover any sound the window might make, while turning on the tap full blast.
I was up and through the window in less than two minutes. Just as I thought there was no one back there. It was an easy thing to scale the wall of the house next door. I don’t think the hot little number sunbathing next to her pool was expecting company, but the finger to my lips and the gun the idiots next door hadn’t found next to my balls kept her mouth shut.
Always bank on tough guys not going anywhere near your nuts, they don’t wanna come off as queer. Fuck that, I’d strip search my own mother if it came to that.
I didn’t stay around long enough to hear the alarm sound or the outcry when they realized I was gone. Now I had to deal with two things, one, he knew I wasn’t a complete ass, and two, he was going to be on the lookout. Whatever, I was on a plane outta here tomorrow evening and she was coming with me. Speaking of which I’d better take care of that.
I pulled my phone and called the airline. “I need a flight tomorrow same time as mine for an Amber Stevenson. Yeah she’s my sister.” Or sort of anyway!
Excerpt
Excerpt
Jordan Silver writing as Jasmine Starr
Pet © Jasmine Starr
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Kitten
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I hear him coming and I'm off and running, it's the same every evening at this time.
"Where are you little girl?"
I'm trembling with excitement as I hide, this is our game, we play it all the time but I still get so excited.
"I have something for you, I'll give it to you if you're a good little girl and show yourself."
Nuh uh, I know that trick, but he needed to hurry up because my kitty was really wet and she was so thirsty, she'd been waiting all day.
I can feel him breathing on my neck, he always finds me, I know how though, it's my scent, that's what he said, 'I can find my pussy anywhere cause I know her scent.'
I was about to get up but his big hand stopped me.
"No, stay right there, why didn't you come when I called?"
Concentrate Katerina, not yet, not yet, but I couldn't help it, my body moved on its own.
"Um, I, I." I arched my back as he ran his hand under me, feeling all my wetness, until one of those long thick fingers came inside and I whimpered.
"Fuck pet, you're soaked."
He moved his finger so good, it went so deep.
"Fuck yourself; good girl."
I felt the collar as it came around my neck, tight enough so I knew it was there, but not too tight, though it could be. I don't like when master puts the tight ones on, but he only does that when I'm bad and I've been good.
I kept up my movements back and forth taking his whole finger all the way in.
"Ummm, nice sweet cream." I heard him sucking my pussy juice from his finger just before he gave me what I wanted, what I needed.
I yowled like the pet I am when he raised my leg and buried his tongue in my pussy.
My eyes crossed as he licked me deep his fingers digging into the flesh of my ass. There was no warning before he was fucking me hard and deep, his Prince Albert hitting all the right places. The little bell in my clit jingled as he pounded me, my nails dug into the walls as he attached the clamps to my breasts.
Master pulled out just as it was getting so good, but I knew better than to complain, so I whined and laid my head on the floor, ass lifted up into the air, just a little twitch because I can't help it.
"Hush pet." He attaches the leash to my collar and pulls my head up, up, up.
"Feed." I take just the head of his beautiful cock into my mouth and suckle, don't suck yet Katerina, have to do it just right for master.
I know master likes the way my tongue ring feels against his cock piercing; it always makes him grab my hair extra tight.
"Throat me."
Aah yes, one of my favorites, I can feel the juices practically pouring out of me as I take him deeper into my throat.
He reaches down, down and flicks my clit bell and I see stars, I swallow around his thickness as he pushes not one but two big, long fingers into my weeping kitty.
I move my hips the way he likes as he finger fucks me to orgasm, my first of many I know because master likes lots of kitty cream.
We're not done yet, after I massage his cock head with my throat he cums, pulling back slowly so that I can taste his essence on my tongue. He speeds up his finger thrusts, drawing my sweet nectar out of me.
Pulling his still hard length from my mouth he turns me fully to the wall and enters me slowly. Even though he's cum already, his hardness is still that little bit too much for my tiny kitty and I whimper as I raise up, almost but not quite trying to get away from his dick. ”Stay." His hand squeezing around my throat guarantees that I obey.
I've been fed my cream for the evening until later anyway and I'm a happy pussy; master sits at the table where I will serve him his meal. I get to eat with master at table though some said it was just not done that master should let me eat from a bowl at his feet and sleep on my cushion in the corner, but master says that's a sick fuck thing to do and he's not doing it, unless as punishment. I've only had to eat from my bowl once or twice and sleep on my cushion a little more than that for being a bad pussy.
"Sit kitten and tell me about your day."
I smile wide because I love sharing my accomplishments with him, he's so supportive of everything I do, so completely different from my other life, and although I'm not allowed to play outside in the big bad world when master isn't there, I get lots done in the big marble and glass castle master keeps me in.
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