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From Naughty Shorts Vol 1: Lesbian Inspirations
- Step Sluts -
"Fair's fair,
lil sis," Marilyn stood in front of Sally, hands on her hips. "I
get to see your bra and panties since you've been staring at mine all
day."
"I have not
been staring all day," Sally responded. She put her face back in
her book and pretended to read.
"You're going
to show me or I'm spreading the word around campus that you're a
lesbian. You'll have every dyke hitting on you the entire semester,
maybe even the whole year." Marilyn crossed her arms and smiled
smugly.
"I am not doing
that," Sally said.
"Maybe I'll
tell Howie first," Marilyn mused, knowing what a crush Sally had
on the quarterback who would start in most of the same classes Sally
would in the fall.
"Come on,"
Sally pleaded. "Let's just try to get through this without
things getting ugly."
"Strip or
you'll never have a chance with Howie."
Sally slammed the
book down on the end table next to the couch.
"I'm not
wearing panties, okay?"
"Oh, bad
planning on your part. Check out your sister's goods but leave your
own unwrapped? Too bad. You picked the wrong day to go commando."
Marilyn walked over to the large picture window and drew the drapes
closed. She turned on the lights and lit up the room. "Let's see
what you got."
"No."
Sally folded her arms and stared straight ahead, wishing this would
all go away.
Marilyn walked over
to the cordless phone and picked it up.
"Howie's phone
number...hmm, don't know it. I'll just have to tell Sven, he can pass
it on."
Hearing the gossip
crazy Sven's name, Sally jumped up from the couch.
"Okay! Shit,
don't tell Sven? He'll tell everyone on the planet!" Sally was
shaking with fear. Marilyn put the phone down and sat back down on
the loveseat.
"Well, since it
took so long to get your cooperation, you're going to have to do a
striptease. Pretend I'm Howie."
“I’m not doing
that,” Sally stood her ground, thinking this couldn’t get any
worse. Marilyn stood up and walked to her.
“You’re clearly
not getting how this works. Every time you say ‘No’, I add a
little something to your punishment. Now I have to think up something
extra to go on top of the strip tease.”
“Look, I’ll
flash my tits and pussy and then we’re done,” Sally responded.
Her face got flushed with anger.
“Now that’s two
things,” Marilyn walked back over to the chair and picked up the
phone.
“Fuck! OK!”
Sally yelled. Marilyn picked up the remote to the stereo and found
some club music with a sexy beat. From the last three years forced to
grow up in the same house, Sally knew Marilyn followed through on
threats. She just had to appease her and save her reputation.
Sally moved to the
beat, dancing like she was in a club but not exactly sexily. She’d
never actually been in a club, just seen people in music videos on
the internet.
“Come on, Sally.
Shake it like you mean it!” Marilyn shouted. Sally shook her ass at
her, doing her best bump and grind in the air. She put her hands over
her head and swiveled her body around.
“That’s better.
Now how about taking something off?”
Sally face got red
and she tried to imagine she was indeed doing this for Howie. She
imagined his eyes on her hands as her fingers grasped the bottom of
her t-shirt and pulled it up over her head. When her eyes met
Marilyn’s looking at her like a piece of meat, Sally got a funny
stirring in her belly. She turned around before her faced betrayed
her excitement.
‘I’m not a
lesbian! I don’t even like Marilyn.’ Sally shook her ass as she
tried to compose herself. Her hands reached around behind her to
unclasp her bra before she even realized she was doing it. She was so
distracted by her feelings that she didn’t realize she was doing
the strip tease exactly like Marilyn wanted. Her mind raced as she
tried to think of some way out of this predicament. She turned around
holding her bra over her breasts with her hands, dancing and swaying
to the beat.
“Hey, Mister Kline
could come back any minute, why don’t we call this a night and
order pizza?” Sally smiled weakly at her step sister. Marilyn
smiled evilly.
“He’s not due
back for a week. That’s three special extras now,” Marilyn said.
Sally was so
flustered that she dropped her hands, exposing her breasts. Her
nipples were sticking straight out on her C cup tits.
“Nice,” Marilyn
said checking out Sally’s breasts. She felt her own through her
shirt. She got another idea and unbuttoned her own blouse as Sally
continued to dance. She slipped her bra up over her own breasts,
feeling them as she compared her larger tits to Sally’s. Sally
rolled her eyes when she turned back around and saw Marilyn exposed.
“Seriously, you
should not be getting naked,” Sally said as she shook her head,
continuing to dance.
“That’s four –
you don’t have any say in what I do or don’t do. But that’s a
great idea just the same,” Marilyn said and pulled her shirt and
bra off over her head quickly. Sally put her hands up on her head in
frustration, unaware that this made her torso look awesome as she
turned around and danced.
‘Just finish it,
get it over with,’ Sally thought as she reached down and unsnapped
her shorts. She slid the shorts down, bending over and showing
Marilyn her ass. She quickly turned around and saw Marilyn dropping
her shorts and panties to the floor too.
“Yeah, that’s
too much,” Sally said. She grabbed her clothes and ran from the
room. Marilyn chased her down the hall to the master bedroom. Sally
tried to close the door before Marilyn got there, but failed. Marilyn
pushed the door open and Sally looked for somewhere else to run, but
she was cornered. Marilyn closed the bedroom door, noticed a key in
the lock and turned it, pulling the key out and keeping it in her
hand.
“Five for running
and six for trying to lock yourself in the bedroom,” Marilyn said
as she walked forward, forcing Sally to back up until her legs hit
the bed and she fell backward on it. Something shiny near the top of
the bed caught Marilyn’s eyes – a padded hand cuff! She grabbed
Sally’s clothes out of her hands and threw them across the room.
“Get up on the
bed, spread eagle on your back and close your eyes!” Marilyn
shouted.
From Naughty Shorts Vol 2: Bondage Tales
- Spy Slave, Inc. -
They explored each
others' bodies maybe ten minutes before they were both finally naked.
When Rachel knelt down before him and pulled his boxers down
revealing a cock just as thick and rippled as his body, she gasped in
wonder. Her lips were on his manhood before his underwear hit the
floor. She sucked and slurped on the mighty pole, trying but
ultimately unable to deep throat his massive member. Her hands
grasped his hard butt cheeks, pulling him into her mouth as deep as
possible. He was so big around, she realized it was just not possible
to get him into her throat. She resorted to licking, sucking and
slurping him for several minutes before he finally pulled her up from
her knees.
"My turn to
taste you," he said huskily. His lust was just as strong as hers
by now and he had to taste the sweet nectar of the woman he'd been
priming for conquest for so many weeks. Rachel climbed up onto the
bed and it was all Jack could do to keep from diving pell mell
between her legs. He slowly climbed on the bed, approaching her like
a prowling panther. His hands touched her smooth legs, tracing the
outlines of her muscles before his lips followed the same path. He
could see the moisture glistening on her pussy lips. She'd been wet
for quite a while anticipating his tongue and cock assaulting her
nether regions. He pushed her legs apart wide. Rachel's athletic
conditioning allowed her to comply with his ministrations. Her
flexibility gave her the ability to pull her legs up into a 'V'
comfortably, pushing her tender, moist vagina up into the air. Jack's
hand rested on her legs, helping her stay in the position more easily
as his mouth descended on her sweet honeypot.
Rachel was so keyed
up, she came moments after his tongue hit her vulva. Jack continued
to press his tongue deep inside her, playing with her clit and
covering his face with her juices. He face fucked her pussy through
multiple orgasms - so many that Rachel lost count.
Jack marveled at
Rachel's abdominal muscles flexing and pulsating with each orgasm.
She was his physical match in the gym, her attention to her own body
was beyond measure. He could've continued eating her out all night if
it wasn't for the urgent pulsing between his own legs. He rose up
from his position and walked his body up hers, kissing her abs and
suckling her generous breasts until he finally got to her waiting
face. They kissed again, Rachel greedily sucking and licking her own
juices off his face. Jack pressed the length of his rod against
Rachel's hot cunt and moved it up and down across her sensitive nub.
Rachel came again before Jack finally maneuvered his thick stick into
her hole.
The massive cock
filled her up. Rachel was amazed that it even fit. It must have
stretched her to the limit; nothing that big had ever been inside
her. She could feel the thick veins along the side of his cock on her
pussy lips. She cried out in pure ecstasy as he slowly pumped his
thickness in and out of her. Her hands grasped his arms desperately
as the feeling of his manhood ravaging her pussy overwhelmed her
senses. She came over and over again before Jack stepped up the
tempo keeping her on the hazy edge of orgasmic euphoria for several
minutes.
Even Keith his
conditioning, there wasn't much Jack could do to keep from coming
inside the tightest pussy he could remember fucking. Rachel's
constant stream of orgasms had her powerful abdomen and kegel muscles
milking his cock of semen within a few minutes after he started
pounding powerful into her. The feeling of her pussy on his cock was
incredible. He briefly considered giving up the job he was on and
forming a permanent partnership with this executive goddess. As he
looked into her eyes, he could see she was at her most vulnerable
right now. She was limp beneath him. Powerless to prevent what he was
about to do.
"I'm glad
you're in such good shape," Jack said with a smile.
"Why?"
Rachel managed to gasp between breaths.
Jack pushed her limp
right arm to the edge of the bed and slid her wrist into the cuff
hidden there. Rachel barely comprehended what was happening, even
after Jack put the cuff on her other wrist and lifted himself off of
her. He pulled her left leg down and secured her ankle in another
cuff near the foot of the bed.
"What are you
doing?" Rachel gasped as she tried to keep him from securing her
final ankle, but was too spent to put up much of a fight. Her heart
began to race as she realized she was now naked and helpless at the
whims of her lover.
"My employer
needs a little information from you," jack said, shrugging his
shoulders.
"But we-"
"I know,"
Jack interrupted. "This is probably the only time I've ever
considered not going through with my assignment and just stay with my
target forever, or as long as the good sex lasts."
Jack walked to a
wardrobe and pulled it open. It was filled to the brim with BDSM
gear. Rachel's eyes got wide.
"What do you
want?" Rachel asked, fear tinting her voice.
"No, not yet.
You're not quite ready to tell." Jack retrieved a small disk
about the size of his palm with straps attached to it. "First,
we need to soften you up. The nice thing is, you will actually enjoy
the next few hours of pure sexual bliss until you simply can't stand
it anymore."
"Please, Jack.
Don't do this," Rachel watched his every move, her eyes pleading
with him even more than her voice.
"Oh, thank you.
That reminds me," Jack said as he reached back into the wardrobe
and retrieved a ball gag with straps. He walked to Rachel's head. She
turned away, but ultimately could not stop the massive muscular arms
she'd been so passionate about earlier from turning her head and
forcing the gag into her mouth.
"You probably
won't thank me later, but you will at least enjoy this time to a
certain degree," Jack positioned himself between her legs and
placed the disk on her vagina, using the straps to wrap around her
legs and hips to hold it firmly in place. He stood to survey his
handiwork, reached down to check the straps and positioning and then
smiled. He removed a remote control from his pocket and flicked a
switch. The small device started buzzing slowly, causing Rachel to
gasp in surprise. The speed of the vibrations began oscillating
sending Rachel into moaning ecstasy.
"Be back in a
while. Enjoy!" Jack said. Rachel glared at him between moans.
Jack winked at her and left the room.
For the next hour,
Rachel moaned and squirmed as the device pushed her to the edge of
orgasm over and over, but never quite allowed her to come. It was
possibly the most exquisite torture she'd ever imagined. She thought
it was a bit naive of her kidnapper to think this would send her to
confess anything. Even so, she had to admit her pussy was aching to
come and she was on the verge of doing just about anything to have
that sweet release. Her body was warm with the exertion of the
constant pleasure. Her tits had a fine sheen of sweat on them. She'd
never felt sexier. If she could just get a hand free, she could cum!
Jack returned to the
room. He left the device running as he positioned himself over Rachel
and licked the sweat from her body, sucking and nibbling on her
heaving breasts . She was nearly in tears wanting to cum so bad. Jack
continued this treatment for about ten minutes before he stood up and
smiled at her.
"You are
delicious!" He pulled the device from his pocket again and
flicked the switch. The device sped up to a constant wild vibration.
Rachel came almost instantly seeing fireworks behind her eyes. Her
nipples hurt they were so hard. After her orgasm faded for a moment
she smiled in relief at her release. Jack grinned.
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From Naughty Shorts Vol 3: Threeplay
Three Can Play
A few minutes into
this, the heavily inebriated Dillon decided he might as well go for
broke and stood up. Recalling how Derek was hesitant to give his
beautiful girlfriend oral pleasure, Dillon walked behind Madelyne's
ass pointing up in the air. He looked at Derek who glanced at him and
gave a nod of approval. That was all Dillon needed. He positioned
himself behind the girl's gorgeous derrière, pushed the fabric aside
and plunged his tongue deep into her wet pussy.
Madelyn moaned on
Derek's cock as the older Dillon ate her out just like she'd always
dreamed of. She paused to stroke Derek's shaft with her hand as she
sucked his balls into her mouth.
"Oh, that feels
so good," she moaned encouragement to Dillon between sucks on
Derek's scrotum. Madelyn gyrated her hips as Dillon skillfully plied
her vagina with his tongue and fingers. Even as good as Madelyn was
at giving blow jobs, she was not able to bring Derek off before she
had her own gut wrenching orgasm on Dillon's face. Derek was the
happy recipient of a vigorous deep throating when Madelyn recovered
from cumming on their friend's talented tongue. His cock erupted into
her throat and she slurped down every last drop, massaging his balls
to get everything she could from his semen factory.
Dillon stood up from
his task, smiling. Derek looked at him and gave him a thumbs up.
Madelyn smiled and turned around.
"Thanks,
Dillon. That was wonderful."
"I think maybe
Dillon should have a reward for his effort," Derek said. Madelyn
looked at him in shock.
"You mean?"
She whispered. Derek nodded his head.
"Fuck her
silly, Dillon!" Derek shouted.
"Yeah, fuck me
baby!" Madelyn said as sexily as she could. She pulled her
shorts down, giving Dillon an unobstructed view of her lovely ass and
pussy that he'd only imagined in his wildest dreams. The distinct tan
line formed a perfect V pointing to her waiting hole.
Knowing this was a
once in a lifetime opportunity, Dillon dropped his shorts and his
rock hard cock popped out.
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From Naughty Shorts Vol 4: Voyeurific
- All Work, No Play -
Jacky walked by
Dwayne who shut his eyes and shook his head. She stripped off her top
and slipped out of her shorts, leaving her white thong on. She got up
on the massage table and laid on her front. Dwayne turned around and
took in Jacky’s tanned and toned body laying there. He mouthed the
words “Martin, you’re a son of a bitch,” and then pulled the
bottle of massage oil out of his pocket.
Martin manipulated
the remote controls for the alarm system and shut it off without it
alerting anyone in the house. He carefully opened the well-oiled back
gate and shut it silently behind him. He walked to the edge of the
picture window opening into the living room. He stood at exactly the
right spot where he could look in, but the sun streaming in masked
his presence. He kept the earpiece in so he could listen easily, but
watched through the corner of the window at the action going on
inside.
Dwayne applied the
oil to Jacky’s legs and worked on her muscles there. Jacky moaned.
“That feels really
good, Dwayne.”
“Awesome,”
Dwayne said . “It should be helping you relax.”
“That’s not
exactly what it’s doing,” Jacky purred. Dwayne nodded and put
some oil on her back.
“Obviously, we
need to work on the tension in your shoulders and neck then.”
Dwayne expertly
worked on Jacky’s back, shoulders and neck for a few minutes. Jacky
was clenching her fists every once in a while.
“Wow, you are
really tense,” Dwayne said. Jacky turned on her side facing Dwayne,
exposing her C cup breasts to his view.
“That’s
because,” Jacky said as she jumped off the table and grabbed the
waistband of Dwayne’s shorts. “I’m so horny I could bust.”
Jacky dragged a
protesting Dwayne to the bedroom. Martin moved to the bedroom window
where he had an unobstructed view of the entire room, just as he
designed it to be. He looked down at his tablet and switched the
audio to the bedroom microphones and then looked back in the window.
“Jacky, I don’t
think Martin wants this,” Dwayne said.
“He gets me horny
for five days in a row, staying out of town and then when he supposed
to come home, promises me he’ll be home, he ditches me? Then he
sends over his friend who he knows I have the hots for, and you think
he doesn’t want this?”
“Well, when you
put it that way,” Dwayne said.
Jacky grabbed his
hand and thrust it between her legs to her soaked thong.
“That’s not piss
Dwayne.”
“Holy shit.”
While Dwayne was
distracted by her soaked panties, Jacky grabbed his shorts and
underwear and pulled them down. Dwayne’s semi-hard cock popped out.
Jacky grabbed his pulsing manhood and began stroking it.
“Oh shit,”
Dwayne said as his rod hardened at her touch.
Martin stroked
himself through his slacks as he watched the action.
Dwayne shook his
head as his hand pressed against Jacky’s pussy through the fabric.
“Fuck it, I warned
him,” he said as he slid his thick, dark fingers around the fabric
and penetrated Jacky’s wet folds.
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The Sexual Reeducation of Melissa
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Get Your Kink On Vol 1
Get Your Kink On Vol 1
Naughty Shorts Vol 1: Lesbian Inspirations
Naughty Shorts Vol 2: Bondage Tales
Naughty Shorts Vol 3: Threeplay!
Naughty Shorts Vol 4: Voyeurific
Fourplay Collection Vol 1 (all four Naughty Shorts books in one)
Naughty Shorts Vol 4: Voyeurific
Fourplay Collection Vol 1 (all four Naughty Shorts books in one)
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