Naughty Ladies! Spicy Romance Collection

by Bree Branigan

THESE WORDS SENT KENDRA into a feminine little laugh. She could tell she had just found another interesting character, who, despite a rough exterior, was actually kind of cute. “I'm afraid I don't keep boyfriends; only... playmates.”

  “Well I'm down for whatever, whether you want to play... or mate.”

  “Like oh – my – god. You really have to stop now; you had me at bootylicious.”

  And this was how Kendra and Marcus became acquainted. Over the next six days they enjoyed one another’s company. He took her to brunch on some days and took her to the club a few nights. They had a great time together. Kendra was attracted to Marcus's seemingly testosterone-filled aura. His manliness prompted her to imagine him with her in bed, which she knew was inevitable.

  On this occasion, their first sexual encounter, Marcus fell on his knees in awe of her perfection. Not a single curve on her body was a waste. Her skin was smooth and velvety and unblemished. It was strange how a man who had very little trouble enticing women was so easily and powerfully enthralled.

  “Your breasts,” he later murmured, sizing her up as he hovered over her naked form. “These breasts as superb. Damn.” He began sucking on her nipples, making them hard and wet. She loved his fascination with her boobs. “So fantastic.”

  “Marcus,” she whispered like a timid virgin, “I'm ready.”

  Marcus denied her his dick no longer. He slipped inside of her, causing her to gasp at his hugeness. She bit her lips and closed her eyes, and he began penetrating her with haste and without tenderness. She felt her vagina tremble from his sheer force. All ten inches was trying to work its way inside her. He fucked her hard and he fucked her raw, like he was a wild beast unleashed from some hedonistic jungle.

  “Yes, Marcus! Deeper. Deeper. Oh God! Damn. I think I'm coming. Keep fucking me.”

  Marcus continued executing his technique, knowing full well her pussy was salivating for him. The bed rocked back and forth from his strength, signaling just how violent their fornication was. For a brief interval, as he moved in and out of her, Marcus thought to himself, this woman is something else! The thought of driving her all the way to bliss presented itself as an honor. Finally, his body begged for release, and so, he further moistened her vagina with a veritable blast of his semen.

  “That,” Marcus declared while panting, “was fantastic.” He gave her brown nipple a long, sensual final suck. “I don't believe I'll be able to do without your body.”

  Kendra smiled wryly then sighed, “Well, you'll have to. This is only a limited time offer.”

  “Come on, girl. Stop playing. Does this really have to be it? Can't you reconsider?”

  She shook her head. “Tell you what,” she said, sliding down to his waist. She then mouthed his dick a little and tickled it with her tongue. “Let’s just enjoy the here and now.”

  KENDRA LEANED BACK into the puffy corduroy cushion on Alexis’s couch. Taking a sip of red wine, she savored the deep, fruity flavor as it slid down her throat. “Come on, Alexis. It's been weeks. Get over him already.”

  Alexis looked at Kendra with moist, puffy eyes, trying to hint at her affection. “I just can't. I really loved him. You don't know what it's like.”

  Kendra sighed, “True. I don’t. But ... Yes, he made you feel special for a time. But look at how he's undoing all that You need to move on. Otherwise, all you'll look back on are these wasted salty tears. Alexis, he left. You're making him out to be more than he is. I've seen guys do the same thing. Just give some other man a chance to love you the same way, or even more.” Kendra adopted a sisterly tone.

  Alexis tried to control her sobbing, “Maybe you're right...” She wiped a hand across her cheek and hugged Kendra. Suddenly, she burst into more tears. “I just miss him so much.”

  “You know, Alexis, sometimes I wish you were a guy. Because if you were, I'd have used my breasts to calm you down a long time ago.”

  Alexis broke from her sobbing to release a hearty laugh, “Hey!”

  “Well, it's true. Ah breasts. Their mushiness turn men's brains into mush. Hey, Alexis, lemme check if your breasts are ready for your next boyfriend.”

  Alexis laughed out loud and covered her chest, “They're perfectly fine, thank you very much. That next guy is in for the time of his life.”

  Kendra smiled at this. She was relieved that her change of topic had reinvigorated her friend. She couldn't stand to see Alexis unhappy. Seeing Alexis' bubbly personality return made Kendra's day. She returned home happy.

  That night, as Kendra exited the shower while wrapped in a bath towel, she heard the phone ring. She wondered who could be calling her at this hour:

  “Hello?”

  “Hello, Kendra, I've been wanting to call you. Actually, I've been wanting to do things to you.”

  The sound frightened Kendra. She heard an almost demonic sounding voice on the other end and realized that the caller was cloaking his or her voice using a voice altering device.

  “W-Who the hell is this!” Kendra tried her best to hide how unnerved she was.

  “It seems I'm unimportant. You're the real star, aren't you? Spreading your legs around for unsuspecting chumps. I've been watching you, you naughty girl.” Heavy breathing followed.

  “Listen, creep! I don't know who you are, but don't mess with me. I mean, what the fuck do you even want?”

  “I want you, of course. I want to taste you, feast upon you all day and night, fuck the shit out of you. You're perfect for me. I feel you could complete me. So stop wasting your time with these small fries. I'm going to fuck you till you bleed.” A sinister laugh ensued. “I'll call you again some other time. Save that pussy for me. Bye, bye.”

  As the call ended Kendra placed her hand on her chest to steady her breathing. She was trembling and sweating terribly. Oh my god. Let it just be a prank! She dropped, weak-kneed to the floor.

  Chapter 4

  A lone man sits in a silent room. It is dark. His features remain hidden from sight. He takes a drag of his cigarette. He is shaking a little.

  He has big plans for tonight. Oh yeah; he’s been sitting on his hatched resolve for days now. Days! He doesn’t feel he can wait much longer. He needs to be near Kendra Graham. Kendra . . . Even her name makes his heart soar. Just picturing her hyper-sensual body sends a shiver down his spine. “One of these days,” he thinks. As he finishes his brief soliloquy, he reaches for the bottle of brandy that lies next to him and takes one last sobering sip.

  Raising himself from the bed he begins putting on his clothes; two layers tonight. His outer view consists of faded blue jeans, a black long sleeve hoodie, and a pair of stylish running shoes. The bottom half of his face remains covered, and he wears black cotton gloves. In the end, the only portion of his skin that is visible is the area beneath his eyes, which he can conceal properly if he lowers his head slightly and permits the hoodie to block his face. Fully geared up, he feels he is ready to go.

  Before heading out the door, he makes sure he has his particulars in his pocket. He checks again. Yep. He has both the ski mask and his large Swiss army knife. However, he didn't believe he will need much on this occasion, except for the mystery gift he keeps under his shirt. Still, they’re good to have in case he feels... frisky. His final action is to briefly tune in to the police radio he has recently bought. After listening in on the scrambling officers, he confirms their distance from his destination. There has been a robbery taking place on the other side of town. This little bit of information seems, to him, like a harbinger of his upcoming good fortune. With this in mind, he departs.

  He has decided he will take the train. It will be a short trip. Besides, he doesn’t want some nosy taxi driver dropping him off anywhere near Kendra's house. No, the train is better for his anonymity. Seated at the back of the train, he senses eyes on him. A lady holding a brown bag of groceries has been periodically glancing in his direction. “What the fuck are you looking at?” he wants to say, but quickly subdues the inclination. He needs to keep cool. He i
s almost there; almost within reach. When the train finally arrives at his stop, he keeps his head down as he passes the lady with the groceries. At the same time, he resists the urge to give her his middle finger.

  He is now where he needs to be. After just a few blocks he is across the street from Kendra's home. He rubs his gloves together as he confirms the dearth of inquisitive passersby or neighbors. And the lack of lights in Kendra's house confirms that she had gone to that dinner party her aunt invited her to. The prowler decides that now is as good a time as any to make his move. In a few minutes, he will be within her realm.

  Scampering across the street, and over to Kendra's door, he commences his operation. He withdraws his Swiss army knife which, luckily for him, has been custom built with a lock pick. He hurriedly begins tampering with the lock. Though he has picked locks before, his nervousness isn’t helping him with the task at hand. Finally, the door is opened, and he rushes inside, closing it behind him

  He inhales deeply, for this is, after all, Kendra's air. Creeping into her bedroom he begins sifting through the things on her dresser. Makeup, a hair brush, receipts . . . He opens her top dresser drawer, searching through her things. Occasionally he stops to glance at photos of her; rubbing one picture nostalgically. “So vibrant,” he thinks to himself. Suddenly he remembers why he is here. He removes a long, crumpled package from under his shirt and sets it in one of the drawers. “She'll love it,” Before leaving the bedroom, he sprawls on Kendra's bed, letting himself be absorbed in the feel of her comfort zone, inhaling deeply to catch her spicy scent. After luxuriating a few minutes, he rises, carefully adjusting the covers.

  He leaves the bedroom, making a stop in the bathroom. Looking at the tidiness that surrounds him, his eyes stop at the toothbrush stand. He picks up the moist, used toothbrush and places it in his mouth, savoring its feel as if it were a Kendra’s kiss. He feels at peace and also resolute. He has to have her; has to relish her like a tropical fruit.

  Feeling his mission has been a success, the prowler begins making his way out. But on his way out, he notices a basket of dirty clothes. He immediately races forward and began rummaging through Kendra's garments like he has won the lottery. Doing this, he stumbles upon one of Kendra's dirty panties. At first, he holds it next to his heart, then holds it to his face, pressing it against his nose and mouth, basking in the smell of Kendra's pussy. This will make a fine souvenir.

  Knowing his gift for Kendra is in place, the prowler pockets the used panties, makes his way to the front door, locks up, and leaves like he was never here.

  Chapter 5

  Alexis trundled along the busy street, the weight of her worries toppling her mood. She passed children playing in a park nearby, and stood listening to their shrieks of laughter. Suddenly she felt the desire to be that young again. Truly, this rough patch of hers was starting to take its toll. If only Pier ...

  Thank goodness she had Kendra! What a good friend! Alexis was grateful to have someone who would listen, and even make her laugh. If it hadn’t been for Kendra Alexis might have been tempted to pick up the phone and call Pier in an attempt to reconcile. Fortunately, she’d stayed strong.

  When Alexis was a short distance from Kendra's place, she noticed her friend standing in front of the house. It appeared that Kendra was having a conversation with someone; a tall, dark, muscular man. The conversation seemed to be hinging on a sensitive topic as the black guy could be seen pleading with Kendra, who kept her hands folded as she simply shook her head from side to side. Finally, when the conversation was over, the man ran a hand over his face, pointed at Kendra briefly, and then turned and began walking away. As he walked past, Alexis got a good look at the man's face; he seemed to be trying to subdue some inner turmoil. The sun was setting.

  Just then, Kendra noticed Alexis and began waving at her, signaling her to hurry over. Alexis picked up her pace and was soon at Kendra's side.

  “Hey, you,” declared Kendra as she opened her arms and welcomed Alexis into her embrace. “I thought you said you'd be busy today. If I’d known you were coming, I’d have planned a party.” She laughed in a cheeky tone, causing Alexis to smile.

  “Nah, I decided to take the day off. Felt I could use a little more sunshine. But I'm all right. By the way, who was that guy you were just talking to? Did you finally decide to keep a boyfriend?” Alexis smirked, watching Kendra's expression. “Oh come on, Kendra. I'm kidding.” They both chuckled. “But really. Who was he?”

  “Well, you sure seem interested. He's just some smooth talker I laid; his name is Marcus.”

  “Hmm, he’s gorgeous. Why did he seem so bummed after talking to you?”

  Kendra exhaled loudly, “It's the usual. He wants to rekindle our little flame. He may have a mean dick but my god. One night of fun and they think you're theirs for the taking.”

  Kendra paused with these last words. She suddenly remembered the unfortunate mystery caller incident. Flinching at the recollection, she realized that Alexis was staring at her. She hadn't told Alexis about the ominous call for fear that it would worry her.

  “What are you thinking about?” Alexis asked, tilting her head slightly.

  “Oh, uh nothing. Let’s go inside; it's getting a bit chilly.”

  “Sure. No problem.”

  As they entered Kendra’s cozy little house, she grabbed her friend’s hand. “Let’s have a girls’ night!” This made Alexis giggle. After bustling around her shiny white kitchen making popcorn, pouring wine they plopped themselves onto the over-stuffed couch to watch movies.

  “So,” Kendra said, “what should we watch first? Chick flicks or dick flicks?” She held up the two movie boxes. One was a movie musical. The other was much more titillating.

  “Let's watch Pitch Perfect first,” was the reply.

  “Okie Dokie. We'll save the good stuff for later.”

  Kendra popped the DVD in and started the movie. They enjoyed sipping their wine, discussing the different musical pieces (Alexis had been a member of the local choir), and letting themselves be transported to a relaxed, happy state. A state both of them needed. When the movie ended, Kendra got up and proudly displayed the other box:

  “That was great. But now it's time to watch something suited for big girls like us.”

  Alexis nodded sheepishly, “Um yeah, sure.”

  The DVD was inserted and the video started. Kendra popped some popcorn into her mouth as the first montage of graphic sex scenes flashed across the screen. Alexis, however, simply swallowed as she waited for the first scene to start. It began. The two watched the entire first hardcore scene without uttering a word. When the second scene started playing, Kendra turned to face Alexis, who was inches away from her:

  “Hey, Alexis, I want you to do something for me.”

  Alexis looked at her friend, “Um, sure. What is it?”

  “I want you to close your eyes.”

  “Okay.” Alexis did as she was asked. “What's this about?”

  “You'll find out in a second.”

  With that, Kendra leaned forward and placed her lips on Alexis' lips and began kissing her while gently massaging Alex’s left breast. When akin to a deer caught in the headlights.

  “K-Kendra, what are you doing?” Her cheeks were reddened and her heart was pulsing wildly.

  Kendra smiled innocently, “I just thought it might be fun if we... you know, did something. Seeing Marcus today made me a little horny, and I figured this could be something to get your mind off Pier. I just want to make you smile for a little while. It won't be weird, I promise.” Kendra removed her own blouse, letting her huge breasts hang forth.

  Alexis was astonished and somewhat confused, “Kendra, I-I’m really not sure about this.”

  “Aww, you're just being shy. Here, let me loosen you up.”

  Kendra took Alexis' hand, pulled her closer and stroked her cheek, looking lovingly into her eyes. She caressed Alex’s hair, sliding her soothing, nimble fingers slowly down Alex’s neck to he
r shoulders, massaging and working away the knots that were held there.

  Alex sighed, “That feels good.” Moving a little closer, her breasts now pressing against Alex’s, Kendra slid her fingers down Alex’s thin back, pulling her closer yet. She felt Alex’s body shiver a little, and relax. Slowly, she pulled Alex’s t-shirt up and over her head, her groin pressing closer as she did so. Her fingers trailed against the hollow of Alex’s throat and down between her breasts. Alex’s eyes fluttered closed. Kendra pressed her soft mouth to Alex’s, and began kissing her passionately. As their lips melded, Alexis slowly let her hand fall and little by little began submitting to the bubbling lust. It surprised Kendra when Alex began kissing back and handling Kendra's breasts. When they were fully naked and fingering each other, Alexis realized it was too late to turn back. The singular touch of another person, she realized, was what she had been in need of all along.

  The two women got down on the carpet and locked their pelvic regions together. Soon, their scissoring began; their pussies began rubbing up against each as they pinched each other's nipples, nibbling and sucking each others necks, licking twisting, moaning . . . .

  “Ohmygod, Kendra ...this feels... so nice. I never knew... this was possible. Have you done this before?”

  Their panting matched their perpetual thrusts. Lust-filled sweat streamed along their bodies.

  “Once. This guy and his sister...; we all ended up together.”

  Alexis felt herself getting wetter as their pussies moved together. “Sounds awesome. I'm kind of jealous.”

  “Don't be. I'd have rather been with you.” This statement somehow warmed Alexis' core.

  Kendra lightly brushed her hand, a feathery touch down the center of Alex’s body, inserting a long, sensuous finger into Alex’s vagina. Alex squirmed in pleasure. The finger, caressed the walls of her slit, slowly, seductively. Then, it reached her clit, softly skimming the top. Alex quivered, and her juices flowed. Slowly, Kendra slithered down, their bodies mingling, lightly writhing together, until her mouth reached Alex’s engorged petals. Nimbly, Kendra’s tongue entered, caressing and exploring, lapping, licking. Alex moaned, her body twisting.