by Amber Drake
Yeah that cracked me. She is such an arrogant little bitch. If she wants it so damn bad then I’ll give it to her. Three strides bring me to the edge of the bed and without warning my hand shoots out; I do indeed grab her hair and force my dick into her mouth.
She struggles at first, surprised that I actually gave in but with my cock in her throat there isn’t much she can do but suck and work those slut lips over my shaft. I pump my dick in and out, fucking her sassy mouth the way it deserves.
“That’s it you little slut.” I look down at her with her lips wrapped around my dick, saliva has started seeping out from the corner of her mouth. “Suck my cock till it pops. Gonna blow in your whore mouth.”
She moans and it sends the sweetest vibrations up my shaft. Looking down I can see her hand between her own thighs. The little nympho is twiddling her clit and finger fucking herself while she sucks me. That is so fucking hot.
“Oh yeah you fucking whore, rub that clitty,” I mutter, never taking my eyes off her mouth or her hand in her cunt. “You like that huh? Like sucking daddy’s cock?”
She moans again and her hand is moving faster. Stepdaughter has a kink.
I grip her head and fuck her mouth faster. “That’s the way, baby.” I can feel my cock swelling in her mouth, my balls pulling up tightly, won’t be long now. “You suck daddy’s cock like a good girl.”
It’s building up. Fuck her mouth feels so good. Hot and wet and her lips are wrapped tightly around the shaft. She sucks and her tongue flicks and the head of my dick butts against the back of her throat.
“Gonna blow in your mouth, baby,” I moan. Fuck its right there. So good. “Gonna swallow daddy’s cum? ”
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Daddy’s Sexy Bitch
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Maid for Sex
Vicky is one hot and horny cleaning lady and right now her sights are set on her boss’s hunky sons.
No way are they turning down the chance to fuck the sexy cleaning lady but it’s the final bout of group sex that will really melt your knocking boots.
An Erotic short story
Warning: Several explicit sexual scenes, dirty talk, group sex
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I confess I have it bad. My bosses three sons, Greg, John, and Perry are the three most fuckable men I’ve ever seen. And I’ve seen my share of fuckable men, believe me.
I’m Vicky and my job is pretty simple, I’m a cleaning lady and I work for several different people through an agency called Maid by the Hour. This, however, is probably my largest, most valuable client. Julie has me in three days a week to do pretty much everything but I don’t see her much as her job keeps her away from early till late.
But back to the boys. They are the three grown sons of my client, Julie, home for the holidays for the next few weeks. And they are smoking!
Greg is the oldest, possibly a couple of years older than me. He’s tall and strong looking, a handsome clean shaved face and blue eyes that flash when he smiles. I never see him without his shirt and tie. It’s possible he’s a lawyer or something like that. He’s well-spoken and always polite but I don’t miss the way his expression shifts, darkens sometimes when I’m dusting and my shirt lifts slightly, revealing my smooth midriff.
John is a few years younger then me. He looks like a bricklayer. Stocky, muscular, hairy. He doesn’t have a beard but I don’t think I’ve ever seen him clean-shaven. He reminds me of a bull and seems very happy in his own skin. I lost count of how many times he’s walked by in just a towel or a pair of shorts. Not that I’m complaining. His wide hairy chest and tight ass are very enjoyable to watch.
And then there’s Perry. I like Perry. He’s about the same age as me and I think he might be a personal trainer. He’s tall like Greg, but his arms are more defined, his thighs thicker, his six-pack abs make my mouth water. He likes talking and often he’ll follow me around while I clean. We’ll talk about movies and music and share jokes that nobody else ever seems to get. Sometimes I blush when he smiles at me. I haven’t blushed since I was a teenager.
The first few weeks were uneventful. Julie warned me that her sons were home for a few weeks and told me just to do what I could.
It was about week three that things got interesting. I was dusting in the hallway when John’s door suddenly flew open. It was strange really. A few things happened all at once. I turned, my eyes wide, I thought I was alone. He looked just as shocked to see me there and in that moment the towel he was wearing fell to the ground.
I couldn’t help it, I swear! He was just there and naked and I looked down… Holy Shit. The man was hung. I suppose I should have guessed given his build that he’d have a yummy fat cock, but still. My body flooded with heat and my pussy clenched and I think I leaked a little on my panties.
“Do you have a licence for that beast?” The words were out before I realised I was speaking. He didn’t seem to mind.
“Why?” He lifted his brows at me. “Wanna take it for a ride.”
I licked my lips as I thought about that and his eyes widened when I didn’t respond right away. Talking about responding. His cock just got fatter and longer.
“That’s not a ‘no,’” he said, smirking.
All I could manage was a naughty smile. Saying yes to random sex with men I don’t really know does not come naturally. That didn’t mean I was saying no.
“Babe,” he murmured, grabbed my hand and yanked me inside. I think I dropped my feather duster.
He made quick work of my short black skirt and white blouse. He eyed my stockings, garter belt and matching bra and something like a growl rumbled through his chest.
“You always wear this sexy shit at work?” He licked his lips and his gaze settled on where my bra was barely holding my breasts.
I smiled and looked away. “Sometimes. It’s like a little secret.”
“Hmm.” He nodded like he totally understood what I meant then with one rough shove he pushed me down on the bed.
We knelt together, his front to my back. His now rock hard erection pressed up along my back and his arm wound around me and dipped down to seek out my pussy. He groaned when he felt how wet my panties were. With a twist of his fist there was a ripping sound and the panties were gone.
“Fuck you’re so wet,” he murmured into my ear, licking around the shell then kissing down my throat, across my shoulder. “Want me to fuck you, babe?”
“Yes,” I moaned and wiggled my ass against his cock. “I want to feel you stretching my twat.”
He groaned and thrust against me. Nipping at my shoulder his fingers parted my soaking folds and settled either side of my clit. I let out a little cry when he started a rhythm of circling, rubbing, squeezing – Ooooh…
“Knew you’d be a horny little bitch. Gonna take all my fat cock.”
With a slight adjustment he positioned his cock at my entrance and shoved inside. We both gasped at his first thrust. There was pleasure and pain, he was thick and I was tight. He gave me barely a second before he gripped my hips and started thrusting, hard, fast, rough.
I reached back blindly, wrapping my arms around the back of his neck. He took me hard, no mercy, no tenderness, just hot, rampant sex. I was right, he was like a bull and the way he fucked only intensified my opinion.
He grunted and groaned and his arms were like iron bands holding my body to his lust, seeking his pleasure through his rapidly pumping cock. The only indication that he was aware I was even there was his fingers still stroking and rubbing my clit.
I loved it. Loved how impersonal it was. It was like one of those fantasies many farm girls have of being mounted by a bull. He was so big; his coarse hair scratched my back, his thick cock pumped mercilessly into my tight wet cunt. There was no emotion here, no ties just pleasure.
My whole body trembled, my pussy clenched and contracted around his prick, my toes curled and… And… Oh fuck! It was like a wave of heat flowed from my cunt, down my thighs and up to my brain shutting off all
thought. So hot. So good.
“Oh bloody hell, babe.” He gasped against my cheek; his movements were getting jerky, irregular, urgent. “You’re really coming… Feel you coming all over my dick… Strangling my… Uuhh yeah!” Three long, smooth thrusts and his whole body shook. “Ahhh Vicky.” The words moaned out of him in a sea of rapturous bliss as his cum shot out deep inside my still quivering cunt.
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Maid for Sex
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Big Bang
Erotic Adventures of Selena Cherry, Bounty Hunter
“I’m Selena Cherry, I’m thirty-two, blonde and dangerously hot… Oh and I’m the second most kickass bounty hunter this side of Hotslide City.”
Selena is on the trail of armed robber, Mike Hicks and she’s not the only one. The high reward on his head has attracted the attention of another bounty hunter, the smoking hot Hunter Rex and the two accomplices in the robbery may just want Mike dead.
Needless to say Mikey-boy is laying low but Selena always gets her man. A sexy trap with her as bait will lead to more than she expected in this high speed erotic tale of sex and danger on the streets of Hotslide City.
Warning: Contains explicit sex scenes, oral sex, hand-jobs, and one climactic gangbang…
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Chapter 1
“Oh my God, don’t stop!” My head pressed back hard into the pillows while between my thighs my neighbour, Charlie, licked his tongue firmly across my swollen clit.
There is one thing I know unarguably to be true. A man who knows how to use his mouth on a woman is worth his weight in gold. They are few and far between and sweet heaven I’ve found one. No strings, no drama, just a good satisfying fuck when I need one.
I reached up blindly and sank my fingers into the top of the bed. Spreading my thighs wider I felt my whole body trembling as Charlie swirled his tongue around my clit then gently sucked it between his lips.
“Fuck, Charlie!” I cried out again, digging my heels into the mattress.
I could feel it building, my whole body tensing, preparing for that final beautiful moment when…
The mobile on my nightstand vibrated violently. BUZZZ! BUZZZ! And the deep silky voice of Errol Brown sang, “I believe in miracles, where you from, you sexy thing.”
Charlie chuckled against my thigh and slowly kissed his way down to my knee. “Aren’t you going to answer it?”
I sighed then moaned as he grazed his lips over my knee. “Shit,” I muttered and reached out to answer the phone. As Charlie kissed his way down my leg then flicked his tongue out to take quick licks around my ankle I smiled and barked into the phone, “Selena Cherry.”
“Selena!” Loretta’s voice squealed out at me from the office. “How soon can you get your ass into the office?”
“I’m a little busy at the moment,” I muttered and sank my teeth into my bottom lip to hold in an excited moan as Charlie started kissing his way back up my leg, my thigh then blew a gust of cool air on my heated pussy. “Can it wait till tomorrow?”
He grinned up at me, his mouth hovering so close to my pussy. My whole body ached for him to fuck me, lick me anything just to release the tension.
“No it can’t wait!” Loretta sighed and I could almost see the frustrated expression on her pixie-like face. “We have a new skip for you. This is a big one. We lose this one we’re all up shit creek.”
Charlie’s mouth was on my stomach, moving slowly upwards till he took one ripe pink nipple between his lips and sucked. I let out a gasp and shut my eyes at the pleasure of it.
“Selena, are you alright?”
Shit! “Yes I’m fine.” I swotted him away but he wouldn’t be deterred. He crawled up over me till his weight was crushing me into the bed, his hips between my thighs and his cock pressing against my soaking opening. “Aren’t we always up shit creek in this business?” I managed as Charlie, never losing eye-contact, slid his cock deep inside my hungry cunt.
Resting his weight on his outstretched arms he took me with long, deep strokes. I always loved watching him as he made love to me. His face was so expressive. His cock was in heaven when he slid it inside my tight hole and his whole body showed me how good he felt.
Unknowing of what was happening, Loretta prattled on, “Yes dear, we are always up shit creek in this business – we walk a tight rope over thin ice and all that. Trust me when I say that this is a big one.”
“I believe you,” I said breathlessly as Charlie pulled nearly all the way out before thrusting back inside.
“If you don’t come someone else will,” Loretta threatened. “You know Hunter will definitely come.”
Just the name, Hunter, sent hot shivers down my spine and tingles of pleasure through my lower belly. That man was sex wrapped in more sex and covered in chocolate.
As if on cue Charlie, rolled his hips, hitting that spot inside that made my whole body purr.
“Don’t give it to him!” I covered my cry with what I hoped was outrage.
“So you’ll come?” Loretta’s voice lifted another octave. “Say you’ll come.”
I let out an unintended moan as my body tightened instinctively around Charlie’s thick cock. He just felt so good and mixed with all this talk about coming… Well.
“Holy shit!” Loretta’s voice gushed over the phone. “Selena Cherry, are you having sex right now?”
“I refuse to answer that question,” I replied and bit my lip again as Charlie licked his tongue up my throat. He was moving faster now, harder.
“Who is it? Is he hung?”
I laughed, pressed the red hang-up button and dropped the phone.
“Oh fuck, Selena,” Charlie moaned into my ear. He was thrusting harder now and I could feel him trembling above me. He was close.
If I wanted to come I was going to have to catch up. I wrapped my legs around his pumping hips, secured my hands above my head, shut my eyes and let the images flow. Brad Pitt, Johnny Depp… Hunter.
His long black hair, light brown skin, dark eyes, full lips. Those wide shoulders and leather pants. I pictured those leather pants around his knees, his bare ass pumping in the rhythm Charlie was fucking me. Against a wall, my hands tied, held captive to his lust.
I heard Loretta’s words in my head, You know Hunter will definitely come… And my world exploded in molten white pleasure.
Coming down I heard and felt Charlie moan and rock through his own climax.
An hour later I was showered, dressed and strutting through the doors of Frank Harding’s Bail Bonds office.
I’m Selena Cherry, I’m thirty-two, blonde and dangerously hot… Oh and I’m the second most kickass bounty hunter this side of Hotslide City.
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I sat in the office flicking through the paper work Loretta had handed me. The skip’s name was Mike Hicks, he seemed to be a low ranking member or accessory to enough shit to be in the record books. He was damned lucky he’d gotten bail at all and Loretta was right, they were all up shit creek if this one slipped through.
“He’s up for armed robbery,” Loretta sat on the other side of the desk and lit up a cigarette. “He and a couple of other guys knocked off a line of convenience and liquor stores.”
“I remember this one,” I said still reading. “His two so-called mates scarpered and left him to take the wrap.”
She nodded. “Looks like they’re hoping that he’ll make a deal for a reduced sentence to turn in the location of the other two.”
“Shit,” I snapped the file shut and stood up. “Are we sure he’s still alive?”
“Yeah, his mother said he called this morning to talk to his brother,” She replied perching on the edge of the desk.
“And?”
“His brother wasn’t there.”
I rolled my eyes and was about to say something else when Frank strode in with a leather-clad Hunter close on his heels.
Two more different yet equally virile men coul
d not exist in the same room. Both were tall with broad shoulders and both were devilishly sexy but that was where the similarities ended.
Frank was a poster-boy for metro men. His suits were always high fashion, expensive cuts and fit him as though each were made personally for him. Today he was dressed in black slacks and a crisp white shirt that looked like he’d rolled the sleeves to his elbows when in fact they were actually cut and stitched that way. His hair was stylishly trimmed close to his head and he even managed to pull of the sexy, unshaven shadow.