The Naughty Pleasures Bundle (Naughty Pleasures: Volume 1/Naughty Pleasures: Volume 2/Naughty Pleasures: Volume 3)

by Abbie Cole

  AFTER LIVING IN THE SOUTH MY WHOLE LIFE, ghost stories and haunted houses are nothing new. I have tons of friends who claim they have seen a ghost or felt the presence of one when they’ve toured some of the old mansions scattered about.

  There are numerous mansions built in the eighteen hundred’s that are still standing and each one has its own story.

  One particular mansion is watched over by a friend of mine. Casey has always found the subject of hauntings exciting while I, on the other hand, have never seen what the attraction is all about.

  Is the place haunted, if so, do I really want to know or care?

  The mansion Casey manages has been deemed a historical site and she actually lives on the property. She told me that every night she has to walk the grounds at least once to make sure all is well and that no one has lagged behind on the tour. The gates are locked at sunset and she definitely doesn’t want to be woken up by a straggler or someone doing things that they shouldn’t.

  One night she said that she found a dozen teenage boys surrounding a headstone with a Ouija board propped on top. Suddenly it flew off with such a force that it crashed into a nearby grave. The sight alone would have caused even the most hardened man to run away like a scared little boy. I think this is why she invited me to spend a few days with her.

  What really sold me on the idea of visiting, is Arthur. He is rumored to haunt the house Casey stays in. I find it interesting that she talks about him as if he is real.

  “Sheila, would you mind watching over the old mansion for me for the next couple of days? Remember I told you about the family reunion we are having. It is only a couple hours from here, but there is no way I can make the drive back and forth every night.”

  “Casey, you know how I feel about haunted houses, let alone being alone in one.”

  “I’ll pay you,” Casey bribed. “I know you can always use some extra cash.”

  “Do you honestly believe I will be able to make your rounds after you told me about the Ouija board?”

  “This is a chance of a lifetime,” Casey pleaded. “I guarantee it will be nothing like anything you have ever experienced before and I will pay you double if you don’t thoroughly enjoy it.”

  Now what in the world does she mean by that?

  Secretly I am intrigued by the prospect of staying in this haunted house by myself, but I don’t want to tell Casey that. It’s more fun to keep her on edge for the moment, so I decide to stay silent as she continues to sell me on the idea.

  “Who knows, Sheila, you might be lucky enough to meet Arthur. He’s not a scary ghost at all, as a matter of fact, he’s just the opposite. I guarantee that once you meet him, you will be offering to pay me to stay here!”

  Casey has now officially piqued my curiosity beyond my fear. I’m now fascinated by the prospect of meeting up with a ghost that I will supposedly pay to see again? Hmm…

  Who the fuck is this Arthur, and why the hell would I pay to meet him again?

  He must be fabulous. Casey has been offered numerous jobs at other historical sites and even though the pay more and the responsibility less, she has turned every single one of them down with a simple reply, What would Arthur do without me?

  “Alright Casey, I’ll do you this favor. After all, what are friends for? Besides, I should really get over my fear of haunted houses.”

  It’s Friday night and Casey is providing me with all the instructions I’ll need over the next couple of days. So, I guess I’m going to have this haunted house all to myself until three o’clock on Sunday afternoon.

  “Sheila, you’ll never get over your fear if you don’t face it head on. After all, Arthur is up there. You might not be able to see him but you’ll be able to feel his presence and he is a very good ghost. If you meet him you might never want to leave.”

  I don’t have a clue why Casey keeps rambling on about Arthur, but if she has no fear of the room or the ghost, why should I? Her eyes light up every time she talks about him. Fear is definitely not part of the equation, so now my curiosity has been heightened.

  “Have a wonderful family reunion, Casey!” I say as she drives away.

  “You have a good time too, Sheila, and don’t forget about the secret room I told you about.”

  No matter what I do throughout the night, I keep making my way back to the Master bedroom on the second floor. Casey mentioned that there is a hidden room behind the large oak bookshelf that stands on the far wall. She told me that she actually spends the night in the room sometimes.

  So around nine-thirty, after I make my rounds, I head back to the house and walk eagerly up the stairs to the Master suite.

  Pacing back in forth, I recall Casey’s insistent prodding that I pay close attention to the secret room behind the book shelf.

  Fuck it. I have to know what’s in there.

  Reaching out I slide the shelf from the wall to expose the door. I hesitate for only a second before opening the door to what I expect to be a room the size of a closet, but it’s much bigger than I would have thought. The contents of the room include a King size bed, a side table with a light, snacks, a small refrigerator and a T.V.

  Casey must spend a lot of nights in here.

  So I settle in with the book she has on the night table and wait.

  The next thing I know a cool gust of wind wakes me up and I’m in a bed that I don’t even recall falling asleep in. I nearly jump out of my skin as I realize I’m naked and I feel what could only be the rasp of a tongue gliding over the folds of my pussy.

  I immediately jerk up, unable to breathe as my heart feels like it’s about to pound out of my chest. Where are my clothes? Who undressed me? I’m not sure, and as I lower my gaze to the foot of the bed, I see nothing.

  But being eaten out by someone I can’t see is only heightening my pleasure. I try to visualize what he looks like with his head buried between my legs.

  Suddenly, what feels like the tip of a finger tickles my asshole and a wild spiral of sensations take over as liquid heat rushes through my veins, opening me up to pleasure. Fisting my hands in the comforter I brace myself as the tongue swirls over my clit.

  My breasts swell and my nipples tingle as a rough masculine hand roams up my body over my belly, over my breasts until fingers pluck and pinch my furled peaks. My nipples bead painfully. His tongue sweeps across my quivering flesh, circling and biting as I drag in breaths and let them out rapidly.

  Yes, I’m freaking out at this moment, but if I’m sleeping why not enjoy it, right? After all, I’m in the room alone, awake or asleep it feels so good. As I give in to the slide of his tongue continuing to lick me, sucking my clit and pussy until I can’t stand it anymore.

  My legs tighten as his warm breath flows across my aching flesh. Two fingers work their way into my passage with a small pinky finger working my asshole causing throbbing sparks of pleasure to spread from my clit to my pussy as he takes possession. He plants his mouth firmly over my dripping sex, his tongue diving inside.

  Wow, now I know what Casey was talking about. Getting licked and fucked in both holes is not something I am going to turn down.

  Asleep or not!

  Tension builds fast as his hands spread my legs further apart and heat swirls around me as I feel a body full-on against me. His chest is wide, and from what I can feel he has spectacular pecs. Reaching out I touch his stomach, surprised at the rock-hard abs under his firm, yet ghostly flesh.

  “How can I feel you, but not see you?”

  All he did is growl low in his throat, dark and breathless.

  He rode his cock between my legs, not entering me yet, but rocking fully against my slick slit, rubbing deliciously against my engorged clit as I buck against him urging him closer.

  He slips one hand under my hips and tilts me up, drawing me closer until I feel him shoving his cock in deep. His heated length sliding easily inside to fully seat himself in my inner core as he drives into me over and over.

  “Do I scare you?” I hear h
is breathless voice whispering across my cheek.

  My hips thrust up and down in answer as I drag my clit against his ghostly cock moving inside me.

  “Give it to me.”

  He takes my mouth, his moist tongue licking my lips then sliding between my teeth to capture and lick as his hands press in the curves of my body.

  I slowly open my mouth and suck hard. This must have excited him, because I can feel him swelling inside me. My eyes drift closed; my lips open as I let out a low moan.

  I sling my leg around his hip. The rhythm of our fucking increasing and my pleasure intensifies! My pussy grips his thick cock in a tight vise.

  “I’m going to come, Arthur.”

  Oh Fuck! I tremble as a scream escapes my lips. And I keep screaming loudly. Knowing full well that if I am asleep or not, at least no one can hear me in this empty old mansion.

  ………………………………….

  Feeling a movement on the bed I awaken. I assume its morning. I’m not sure what made the bed shift but I think it best to get up.

  Could that have been a dream?

  It felt completely real.

  After spending the day anxiously waiting for night to fall, I hope that I will meet Arthur again.

  I make my rounds early. It’s only around eight thirty in the evening when I’m done and though I am not really tired, I am anxiously hopeful that I will have a visitor in the night.

  After all if it was just a dream, there’s a T.V. in the room, so why not retire early.

  I undress and slip under the comforter.

  Watching some nature show that happens to be on the T.V, I start to feel as if I had only imagined the night before when I notice the bottom of the comforter beginning to rise.

  A feeling of lightheadedness washes over me as my heart rate begins to increase and I feel a great rush of excitement and nervousness.

  I know I’m not asleep this time and a tingle of fear skitters down my spine until I feel the sensation of a wet tongue sliding along my leg, licking up my thigh, and making its way towards my slit. He shoulders my legs apart and thrusts his tongue between my folds.

  Tension builds fast. It doesn’t take long for hot waves of orgasm to rush over me, crying out I flood his face with my come.

  ……………………..

  Casey pulls in around three o’clock as promised and I’m standing outside to greet her. I’m not sure how to explain the ecstasy or my insane experience.

  Even to my best friend.

  She gets out of her car with a huge smile spread across her face. “With that kind of glow, you must have met Arthur.”

  “So it really did happen? It wasn’t a dream. You’re my best friend right and are you saying that I…I, you know… with a ghost?”

  “You sure did!”

  “Do you think he might be up to a threesome tonight, Casey?”

  SATISFIED

  AS I LIE COMFORTABLY ON THE COUCH wrapped in one of my favorite blankets trying to finish the latest book I’ve been reading, my husband’s voice suddenly travels down the stairs in a muffled yell.

  “Are you coming to bed, babe?”

  “I’ll be there in a minute, honey,” I call. “I’m just finishing up my book, Ian. I’m at the very end. I don’t want to stop now.” I like teasing him, and he makes it so easy.

  “Hurry up,” Ian calls back. “You told me I was going to get lucky tonight, Lizi.”

  “Whatever!” Even though he can’t see me, I roll my eyes. “You say that every single night.” We could have had sex three minutes ago and he will still act as if it had been months. I’ve come to the conclusion that all men are sex addicts.

  “You want my giant rod in your pussy, and you know it.”

  I laugh. I can’t help it. “I can’t hear you.” The sing-song tone I use annoys him every time.

  “Bedroom. Now.”

  “Ooh, I love it when you talk like a caveman.” I continue sitting on the couch, waiting for just a little bit longer, my eyes raised to the ceiling, listening for the rest. Imagining how hard he probably is right now sends a warm tingle to my inner core.

  “I’m not going to wait long…” he drawls back, his tone brooking no argument.

  “Do you ever?” I grin and can hear him chuckle, but still take an extra-long time turning off my Kindle. Marching loudly up the stairs I stumble to a stop as I walk into the bedroom and find Ian lying on his side atop the comforter with his abs bunched, his hard cock jutting forward. His hand is fisted around his own huge erection as he plays with himself. He has a deliciously naughty grin on his face as he strokes his cock up and down, its engorged girth straining against his palm.

  “You know you want all this, baby.”

  I can’t hold back my moan at the sight of his heavily-muscled, naked body, and long, thick cock because I do want all that. I want every last inch of him deep inside me. My pussy clenches and heat gushes to my clit. I’m already so turned on; my juices flow unchecked, soaking my thighs just imagining his manhood pummeling me senseless.

  “Take. Your. Clothes. Off.” He orders. “Now.”

  Crossing my arms over my chest, I cock my hip as I continue to observe his hand unhurriedly sliding up and around his cock in long, easy strokes, his breath a low hiss.

  “Do I need to undress you myself, Lizi?” His right brow lifts, his voice husky, rough with need, even though he isn’t moving anything but his hand.

  I don’t say a thing; instead I slowly tug off my tank and toss it on the ground. Hooking my thumbs inside my boxers I push them over my hips, wiggling as they slide down my legs, dropping to my feet. I’m not wearing anything underneath them so my clean shaven pussy glistens. My labia swollen and pouting, eagerly awaiting his touch.

  I watch Ian’s cock jerk in his hand as his eyes follow me walk towards the bed. As I get close enough he reaches out, tugging me down, and tumbles me onto the bed beside him kissing me hard.

  He’s so strong and warm and hard against me.

  He leans down, burying his face in my neck, sucking, and kissing. His kisses on my neck, wet and open, licks of his wet tongue are making me melt from the inside out, his heat burns my flesh and goose bumps erupt all over my entire body.

  “You’ve been teasing me all night.”

  I can feel his deep groan throughout my entire body.

  Shifting, he moves his free hand up to cup my breast, his palms rub against the tight points of my hard nipples, engorged and waiting for his mouth as my body continues to grow hotter under his touch.

  Leaning down to lave kisses on my neck, the heat and weight of him makes me feel deliciously trapped. My breathing quickens as his rough, stubble covered jaw scrapes against my soft skin. He bites the side of my neck causing me to cry out at the pleasure-pain before soothing the erotic sting with a flick of his wet tongue.

  I slide along his hard flesh in small, sensual movements making his arousal throb against my hip. I place my hands over the heat of his chest covered heavily with black hair narrowing down in a thin straight line to his cock. His skin is like hot satin, his muscles fluid beneath the smooth flesh as I rub my cheek against his pecs, stroking my hands down his body, so hard and muscled and strong and beautiful. Exploring every ridge and every muscle.

  I open my mouth over his flat male nipple and suck, nibbling at the tiny bud against my tongue, my whole body liquefies at his growl of pleasure.

  He suddenly shifts to my right side, his cock even with my face. “Suck him, baby.”

  Pressing kisses past the ridged muscle of his abdomen, I nuzzle at the line of hair.

  I curve my hands over his sides, tugging him down, he lowers himself until I can easily reach him with my mouth. His hand grips the base of his cock guiding the long, thick pulse of his erection towards my open mouth. His groan deepens as I fit my hand below his, grasping it firmly and stroking. My fingers circle tight around the base of his cock. I smile, nodding as I look at the length of his cock. My tongue flickers out, my mouth
pools with saliva as I take him in, his cock sliding over my tongue and deep into my throat.

  “Mmm…”

  “Oh fuck yeah, baby.”

  Sliding my tongue in tiny circles over the pulsating vein on the underside, licking him; sucking at the spot I know that will make him grow even larger in my mouth. Filling me, stretching my lips. I take his balls in my hand and squeeze them gently.

  His head falls back for a minute and I know he’s savoring the feel of my tongue and mouth stroking his cock as my hands play with his balls.

  His hands fist in my hair. He is as hard as a rock, rigid and demanding, the skin against my tongue almost delicate, the salty taste of him a dark musk that makes me his slave.

  “You’re so good at this, baby.” His statement is guttural as he moves in shallow thrusts against my tongue and lips.

  Moaning, I suck harder, barely grazing him with my teeth.

  “Suck me.” His hips buck against my mouth.

  I’m already so wet between my legs, so aroused, I hold still as he slides between my lips. Sliding in and out of my mouth. Long, slow strokes.

  His breath comes faster as he reaches down, the slightly rough skin of his finger strokes along the edge before sliding through my slick flesh, heading straight for my clit. The nub pulses hot and tight between my dripping lips.

  His fingers trace my clit, with a rough flick and I shudder, moaning. My red swollen lips eagerly gobble his cock.

  His fingers rub, slide back, circling the entrance to my body with an exploring touch. The rough pads of his fingers close around my clit making me boneless. Rubbing his fingers on my clit at the same time he leans in and I can feel the hot gust of his breath on my most intimate flesh. The heat is my only warning before he puts his mouth on me, kissing my pussy long and deep. The scruff of his face scratching my thighs and I whimper.

  My blood pumps hotly through my veins, I arch, pressing myself more fully against his mouth.

  I hear my own desperate groan, before my body clenches and grows even slicker for him, the wetness of my body loud to my ears. His tongue spears me, fucks me, lapping up the proof of my pleasure before sinking a finger deep inside me.