Dirty Excerpt: Black Friday/Cyber Monday

Black Friday/Cyber Monday:

 

Six friends get together each Black Friday for a mall contest. The girls compete for the best bargains; the guys dream up a "sex in the mall" contest--find women to fuck them in the mall--and provide video evidence.

But Dwayne is not a good looking man. His "rat face" makes it hard to meet women.

Fortunately, "chunky but spunky" Barb offers to help him out by fucking him in the Pearle Vision office. When they edit their video, they realize that they've been attracted to each other for years.

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Rocco made his arrangements with Penny and returned to Lisa. “Did you come up with a location for us to make this audition video?”

“My sister works at the Hallmark store. She thinks she could sneak us into the back room for a few minutes. We have to be quick and quiet though. What do you think?”
“Let’s do it.”

The Hallmark store was packed, and it was hard to get around all of the people trying to buy ornaments, Yankee Candles, and other Christmas crap. Lisa spotted her sister and tried to flag her down. The amalgam of scents from the candles and the cacophony of voices and singing, dancing Santas and musical decorations hit Rocco like a brick wall. This is the unsexiest place ever, he thought. It’s a good thing she’s hot.

He looked around the chaos. “How the fuck are we gonna get back there?”

“My sister’s gonna drop something to create a diversion. That will be our cue to bolt for the back door,” Lisa said as she tried to guide Rocco closer to the back of the store.

CRASH!

“C’mon.” Her sister met them in the doorway, led them to a supply closet in the back, turned on the light, and grabbed a broom. She turned and gave Rocco the once-over. She reached up and touched his long, angular face and let her fingertip settle in the cleft in his chin for a moment.

Rocco smiled, encouraging her.

“I have, like, one second here. Can you take your shirt off so I can see if your abs are as hard as they look through your shirt?”

Lisa pulled him by the hand into the closet and helped him pull off his t-shirt. Her sister’s eyes bulged as they traced the hard lines of his six-pack. Lisa reached around from behind and put her hands over his nipples, making Rocco and both girls shudder.

“Get out of here,” Lisa said to her sister. “You’re gonna get fired!”

Lisa closed the door behind her and said, “Do you have your camera ready so I can take my clothes off? I wouldn’t want you to miss that.”

“You are so perfect for this video, babe. I’m all set. Go ahead and strip for me.” He pointed the camera and hit the record button.

She swayed her hips as she unbuttoned her jeans. They were so tight, she had trouble pulling them down, but she quickly discarded them and pulled off her shirt. She was not wearing a bra, leaving her in only her lacy pink panties.

Rocco groaned as his cock swelled. “Oh, you are so sexy, babe.” He reached out to touch her rose-colored nipples and gave each small tit a squeeze. Big, full boobs were his favorite, but he couldn’t resist tiny little tits on a small girl either.
“Careful, you’re shaking the camera,” she said. “You don’t want to mess up my audition tape.”

“Mmm. Take your panties off. I want to see your pussy.”

She hooked her thumbs through the silky fabric and took them down, just a little bit. She turned away from him, giving him a glance at the top of her cheeks and the crack in between. She turned again, this time dropping her panties to the bottom of her slim buttocks. Her thumbs remained hooked in the fabric as she turned to face him.

“Oh, babe,” he said when he saw her for the first time from the front. She let the panties fall to the floor and stepped out of them, spreading her legs enough to allow Rocco to see her pink lips before she turned away from him. She bent at the waist, legs apart, and pulled her ass cheeks open with her hand, revealing her rosebud. 

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Dirty Excerpt: Bare Naked

 Bare Naked: A Nude Skater's Waltz

Featuring hot sex and ice skating in the nude, Skater's Waltz is the story of Trish, who meets Mark in the bar where she works after his winning hockey game. She offers him a ride home, and takes him to her apartment where they have beautiful sex. As Mark falls for her, however, he finds out that her reputation is less than pure.

Their relationship grows deeper and sexier until Trish comes to believe that Mark has betrayed her, and they prepare to go their separate ways. How will Mark and Trish overcome their differences and ensure their future together?

“What business of yours does everybody know?” Mark said, teasing. 

Trish panicked for a moment, before regaining her composure. She figured that Mark had heard the rumors about her by that time, and she couldn’t tell if he knew or not. She decided to distract him. She took him by the hand and led him through a door at the back of the bar.  

Mark wondered where the bartender was. There were a few patrons at the bar, but no one was waiting on them.  

Trish led him to the small, dimly-lit stockroom. He looked around, expecting dust and spiders, but saw only bar supplies. Before he could ask why they were in the stockroom, Trish pushed him back against the shelves holding cases of napkins and plastic cups and unbuttoned the first button on his shirt.

“Right here?” he said.

“Shh…” She moved down, exposing his chest. When his shirt was completely open, she started on his belt. She unfastened his pants and removed his stiffening cock. She gave his pants a tug, and in one motion, they were around his knees.  

“Ooh,” he said as she dropped to her knees. He placed his hands on her head and ruffled her hair as she went to work on his hard-on. This blowjob was even hotter than the first one she had given him in her bed. Mark supposed that the thrill of getting blown in public probably had something to do with that, but he didn’t think about it much as Trish’s tongue lapped up and down his cock.

He thrust his cock to the very back of her mouth while he held her head in place with his hands. She gagged, but she recovered and took as much of him in as she could. Her pussy was on fire, and she placed her hand between her thighs and gave herself a gentle rub.  

Neither Mark nor Trish was aware that someone else was in the stockroom. The bartender had gone in to get a bag of chips and was now trapped watching Trish, his co-worker, giving this guy a blow job. He felt his own cock stirring and felt ashamed. He wondered how long they could possibly last in there.

When the stockroom door opened again, all three heard it creak. Mark and the bartender froze, mortified. Trish kept sucking Mark’s cock.  

“Neil?” It was a woman's voice. “Neil? Are you in here?” Neil, the bartender, didn’t move a muscle.

The door closed again, and Mark relaxed, figuring that the woman had gone back into the bar. Trish continued to suck his dick as if nothing had happened.

Neil could see the woman from where he was standing, so he knew she hadn’t gone. It was Sherry, one of his regulars. Sherry was the girl that would dance topless on the bar, if someone kept buying the drinks. He could see her gazing at Mark’s bare chest and the back of Trish’s head. Sherry was tall and slim, and now she pulled up her short skirt, exposing her panties in the dim light of the stockroom. Neil stifled a moan.  

Neil watched Sherry for a moment before looking back at Mark and Trish. He saw Sherry’s panties fall around her ankles and watched her hand disappear under her skirt. Trish was putting on quite a show. Neil had heard the rumors about Trish, but her cock-sucking show still surprised him. He unzipped his fly and took out his cock. He stroked slowly and quietly, hoping not to be seen.

Mark was losing control. His hands pulled at Trish’s hair as he looked down to see his cock sliding in and out of Trish’s mouth. She pulled gently on his balls for a moment before stopping abruptly and standing up.

“My turn,” she said, just loudly enough for the onlookers to hear. She pulled Mark by the hands and took his spot against the boxes. She was wearing a skirt, so she took off her panties quickly. She lifted her skirt high enough for Neil to see her pubic hair, and she pushed Mark to his knees before her. 

Neil was less successful in stifling his moan this time. Trish and Mark looked around like startled deer, but they stood in the dim light, making it difficult to see into the shadows.  

Sherry was still unaware that Neil was in the stockroom watching her. She brought her fingers to her lips and stuck them into her mouth. It wasn't necessary because her pussy was already so wet, but when she brought her fingers to her pussy, she slid them all the way in with no resistance at all. 

Mark placed his fingers gently on Trish’s outer lips, pulling them apart and exposing her clitoris. He stuck his tongue out and very lightly licked her inner lips before brushing her clit. At the first slight contact, Trish shuddered and moaned out loud.  

Sherry finger-fucked herself for a moment and then rubbed her clit in small circles. She could see only the back of Mark’s head between Trish’s long legs, and she silently willed Trish to take off her sweater. She didn’t have to wait long.  

“Take your top off, Trish,” Mark said without removing his lips from her pussy. She complied without a word and removed her bra before waiting to be instructed. Her hands reached for her tits and pinched her nipples, making them even harder than before. 

Neil had a much better view of the action than Sherry did. He was watching from the side, and he was close enough to see Mark’s tongue probing between Trish’s legs. He could see her hips bucking as her orgasm approached. Trish’s palms slid slowly over her hard nipples, making Mark, Neil and Sherry moan.

Neil looked away from Trish and Mark to watch the woman by the door as she masturbated in the stockroom. Even in the dim light, he could see that she was also approaching climax, and Neil suspected that she would not be able to remain quiet when she came. He watched as she licked her fingers once again, and he yearned to find out how her sweet nectar tasted.  

Trish couldn’t last much longer. She put her right foot up on a box to spread her legs wider. “Stick your fingers in my cunt, Mark. I’m gonna come.” Mark extended two fingers and slid them inside her. He pushed them in and out furiously, still licking her clit at the same rhythmic pace.

A moment later, she came loudly. “MOTHERFUCKER! OH SHIT! OH FUCK! OH GOD! OH! OH! OH!” 

When she finally relaxed, Mark stood up, turned her around, and bent her over. Trish grabbed the shelf and braced herself. Mark pounded his cock into her dripping pussy and fucked her hard. The shelf shook with the force of his thrusts, and a couple of small boxes fell to the floor.  

Trish opened her eyes and attempted to look at Mark behind her. As she looked to the side, she caught a glimpse of Neil, cock in hand. Her eyes widened in surprise, but she didn’t tell Mark. She knew that she should put a stop to this, but she couldn’t even form the word stop with her lips. The naughtiness of having her coworker jerking off while watching her get fucked doggy-style thrilled her. 

“Spank me, Slapshot,” she said loudly. She wanted to make sure Neil heard her ask for it.

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Review: Community Cervix by Amber Skye

Community Cervix by Amber Skye
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

This is Amber Skye's best work to date. Super slick writing with a hot little story. Nicole goes home to take care of her father and escape the disaster her life has become. She volunteers to do a neighborhood service project and hopes to be paired with the hot guy down the street. Instead she works with Harper, a girl Nicole babysat for years ago. The pacing in the story is spot on with tension in all the right places. And the sex is steamy.

Amber also told me that my book, Seasons of Lesbian Erotica, inspired her to write this kind of a story. That makes me happy, for sure. Especially since Community Cervix is such a good story!

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A Treat for My Readers! (Explicit)

Do I have a treat for you today, my readers!

I'm going to give you a naughty little nibble of my new book She's My Reference. It is a FREE ebook, available exclusively to my favorite readers (a.k.a. my subscribers). I just sent it out to current subscribers, and now I'd like to offer it to you. 

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 It's called She's My Reference, and it is short and dirty. Very dirty. With a raunchy little twist at the end to make sure you're paying attention. Here's a naughty sample:

Carrie stormed into the faculty room and slammed her binder on the lunch table where I sat eating my lunch. It was Taco Tuesday, my favorite. She scared the crap out of me, which made me spill taco guts all over my tie.

"That man has had it in for me since the minute he stepped into this building," she said, fuming. 

"What happened now?" I said. I didn't care for Carrie's sake, but we were all trying to get a feel for what life was going to be like under the new "Roberts Regime."

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"I am under direct orders to clear every training session with him before I even post it! How am I supposed to know which training I need to do if I cannot post it? I have been responsible for faculty technology training for two years now, and I have never needed administrator approval to schedule training. People sign up; I schedule the training. Simple as that," she said, over enunciating as she took the mail from her mailbox and grabbed her binder. "I do not understand why he cannot just trust me, like Sandy did."  She slammed the door as she left the room, and the clacking of her high heels faded away after a moment.

"What the hell was that?" the math substitute at the end of the table asked.

"Hurricane Carrie," I said. "She's a little intense. She's pissed because she won't get all her 'special privileges' now that Sandy Larson is the curriculum administrator instead of the building principal."

"What did she do to earn those privileges?" the math sub asked with a raised eyebrow.

"They graduated from here together in the 90s," I told him. "Sandy takes care of her friends."

"Takes care of them, huh?" he asked, again with a wicked waggle of the eyebrows.

I finally got his meaning. "No, no. Nothing like that," I said. "Her friends, her former teachers, the people she hired—they get the best schedules, the air conditioned classrooms, and the cushiest duties. Things like that."

"Oh." He sounded disappointed.

For the first time, I thought about the possibility that Carrie had slept with someone to get this faculty tech trainer gig. Thanks to Mr. Substitute Math Teacher, I suddenly had a very clear, very naughty vision of Sandy. On her back, completely naked, legs spread wide with Carrie's head between her thighs. Her tongue lapped gently at Sandy's pussy. In my vision, which was so vivid that it practically had its own background music, Carrie was wearing nothing but a red thong and high heels as she bent her head in for another taste. Sandy's hands rubbed her own tits, and she moaned as Carrie's fingers spread her pussy lips again—”

At that moment, the bell rang, bursting my daydream like a soap bubble. "And not a moment too soon," I said to myself. My cock had begun to stir before I heard the bell, so I was grateful for its piercing sound. 

 * * * *

"Can you believe Carrie quit that sweet tech trainer job?" my buddy Sean said as I placed my empty beer bottle on the bar in front of me. "She had the life there for a while. Roberts must have torn her a new one after Sandy got involved." Sean's chemistry class was across the hall from my biology classroom, but Mickey's Bar was a much more comfortable environment for discussing the morons we worked with. "I heard she told him he could go fuck himself."

"No way. Ms. English Teacher wouldn't dare use a word with only four letters," I said. "What's a really long word for fuck?"

"You're the biology teacher; you'd know better than I would," he said with a snort. "I teach chemistry, for Christ's sake. I just wonder who they'll replace her with. This Roberts guy probably has a niece that needs a job or something. You know how things work around here."

"I applied for it, but I know I won't get it," I said, shaking my head. 

"What won't you get?" asked Crystal, as she joined us at the bar. Crystal sometimes stopped by for a drink or two, but she was married with kids, so she never stayed long. She taught algebra and geometry, and her outspoken nature kept her from getting any slack from the administration. 

"The faculty tech trainer job. Cruella de Carrie quit," I said.

"You would be so good at that job," she said. "You do everything on those computers."

"Yeah, but he doesn't kiss anybody's ass, so he won't be first on that list," Sean said. He signaled the bartender for another round.

"It's just so frickin' frustrating," I said. "I work my ass off all the time, but because I didn't go to high school with Sandy, I get nothing. Who do you have to blow to catch a break in that place?"

"Careful what you wish for," teased Crystal. "We don't know anything about Roberts yet. He might require some 'encouragement' to hire you." She punctuated "encouragement" with air quotes.

"Hell, I'd take it up the ass, if I thought it would get me the job," I said as the bartender handed me my beer. 

"Which job is that?" She was young and cute, and she giggled a little when she said it.

I blushed and held my hands up in front of me in defense as I said, "You know that was a joke, right?"

She smiled and said, "Oh, sure. A joke," but when she returned with our change, she asked again. "What’s the job?"

I told her about the position and the unlikelihood of being the one to fill it.

"Is that in the Springdale School District?" The bar was located in Springdale.

"No. East Lake. The nepotism there goes back three generations."

"Isn't there a new guy in charge at East Lake? There was a thing in the paper the other—"

"Yeah. Our new boss. James Roberts. We don't know anything about him yet. I guess I'll be the first one to test the waters." The bartender smiled, flashing her gorgeous white teeth as she turned to wait on another customer.

When she returned, she looked me in the eye with a playful look and slid a piece of paper across the bar. "Call me. Maybe I can help you get that job," she said in a low voice. She sauntered off to wait on another customer, leaving me with my chin on the floor and her number in my hand, wondering what the hell she meant.

 * * * *

When I got home, Mousse, my chocolate lab, was practically tearing down the door to get out. While I walked her, I thought about the bartender at Mickey's and her offer. I thought maybe she was offering to blow someone for me, but I really kind of hoped she was offering to blow me. Fortunately, Mousse knew the way home because I was completely lost in my own head.

I put Mousse's leash on the counter, grabbed a beer from the fridge, and headed for the shower. As the hot steam swirled around me, I convinced myself that she probably meant that she could get me a job at the bar or something. A part-time job didn't seem like a bad idea either, especially if it meant working with a hottie like her. 

My cock was already in my hand when I allowed myself to picture her. She had to be ten years younger than I was. She didn't even look old enough to be in a bar, which I found oddly appealing. I stroked myself as I remembered our brief encounter. I saw her working behind the bar. Beautiful hands pouring drinks, long legs barely hidden by her short shorts. I grabbed the bar of soap and washed quickly then returned my soapy, slippery hand to my erection. 

As I stroked the length of my cock, my imagination undressed her. She leaned over to pick something up and her shorts fell to the floor. I moaned and gripped my cock a little tighter when I saw that light blue slice of fabric resting between her buttocks. "Of course she wears a thong," I thought, forgetting that this was all happening in my mind.

I was sure that she would be clean-shaven, and when she turned toward me and removed her panties, I saw the thin swath remaining. I took my fingers and spread some of the pre-cum pooled at the tip of my cock around my shaft and stroked faster, rocking my hips back and forth in time with my fist. 

Gazing at the swell of her breasts under her shirt, I wondered if her nipples were pierced. She removed her tight, Hollister top, revealing the sweet, little bra that matched the panties that she had already dropped to the floor. In my daydream, she looked down at my erection and licked her lips. I returned the look to her sex and found that her pussy lips were swollen and damp. I wanted to reach out and stick my fingers between those lips. Again I tightened my grip, imagining how tight her pussy would be.

Finally, her bra fell to the floor, revealing the most beautiful pair of tits my imagination could conjure. They would fit perfectly in my hands. I pumped my cock with my hand, hard and fast, and my orgasm approached. My hips could barely keep up with the pace of my jacking hand. My mind returned to those beautiful, luscious tits, to imagine her nipples. Mmm . . . Just as I expected. Light pink areolae, long nipples, and a glint of gold. Each nipple wore a small gold ring.

My tongue flicked out of my mouth to tease a nipple, to play with the pink, pierced nub. Suddenly, my cock exploded. My whole body flexed, and I stroked hard. The cum spurted from the tip of my cock, just as my lips closed around her nipple in my mind.

My orgasm lasted much longer than it usually does when I'm by myself. I'm also sure I yelled louder than I usually do. This orgasm was by far the best that I'd ever achieved without an actual woman there to help me. I finished my shower, brushed my teeth, and went to bed without even finishing my beer. 

I knew it was crazy, but I also knew I would call her in the morning.

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