It’s
Sunday again, which means it's time for another steamy excerpt from one of
my books. Today I’m featuring my latest release, Sin CitySweethearts, the third volume in my Vegas Babes series. The
book really isn’t BDSM erotica, but it does have a few kinky
scenes, and I’m sharing one today.
Enjoy!
Blurb
Welcome
to Las Vegas—leave your inhibitions at the
city limits.
Like
many newlyweds, Annie and Ted work hard, economize, live in a
too-small apartment, and make passionate love whenever possible.
They’re
just a bit more open-minded and inclusive about sex than most
couples—they
met at The Fox’s Den strip club and bonded during an orgy. They’re
delighted when fraternal twins Marcella and Madeleine McNabb move
into the apartment downstairs. The innocent eighteen year old
beauties have come to Las Vegas for university and to escape their
overprotective family. Annie and Ted figure it’s practically their
duty to educate the sisters about the real Sin City.
Marcie
and Maddy prove to be apt pupils, with voracious carnal appetites.
Before long they’re intimately involved not only with their
upstairs neighbors, but also their hippie landlord and landlady,
Maddy’s hunky coach, Marcie’s dominant department head, a handful
of their classmates, a bevy of strippers from the Den and the
infamous Foxy and Larry themselves. Then the four McNabb brothers
come to town, threatening to drag the twins back to Ely, and things
get truly wild.
Excerpt
Marcie
stepped into the dimly lit corridor beyond the door, which clicked
shut behind her, muting the blare of the music and the buzz of the
crowd. She looked around her, her heart beating double time. She knew
she shouldn’t be here. If a stranger challenged her, she could use
the same story that had worked with Rosa, but what if she ran into
Larry?
Her
footsteps were silent in the carpeted hallway. There were several
doors on either side, all of them closed, none of them marked. Annie
and her friends were likely behind one of them, but which one?
“Oh,
yes— please…!”
The
barely articulate plea died away into a moan of pleasure. It wasn’t
Annie’s voice, but it was definitely a woman—a woman in the
throes of sexual bliss. Marcella tiptoed toward the second door on
the left, the apparent source of the vocalization.
“Oh—sir!”
The new cry confirmed Marcie’s hunch. Hardly daring to breath, she
tried the knob. To her surprise, it turned easily. She pushed just
hard enough to open the portal a few inches, then peered inside.
Blood
rushed to her nipples and her clit. Moisture gathered in her cleft to
re-soak her already damp panties. The scene inside might have been
something from a kinky internet porn site—not that she’d ever
done that sort of forbidden surfing—but this was real, unfolding
just a few feet from where she watched.
A
naked woman lay draped face down over a coffee table. The layer of
cushions under her prone body was piled higher beneath her hips to
elevate her ass. In the front, straps bound her wrists to the table
legs. At the rear, a bar of polished wood at least three feet long
held her shackled ankles apart.
She
was positioned at right angles to the door. Marcella could see
everything, quite clearly: her full breasts, mashed against the
table; the tangled black hair hanging in her eyes; the sweat gleaming
along the curve of her spine; and the angry red marks streaking her
ample buttocks.
The
woman was not young—Marcella guessed she might be in her
fifties—but her voluptuous sensuality was overwhelming. A flush of
arousal further darkened her Mediterranean complexion. She writhed
and moaned, grinding her pelvis against the pillows. Marcie felt the
vicarious effects as own her clit swelled and pulsed. Like the woman
upon whom she spied, she was close to the edge.
A
whistling swish was followed by a snap. Marcie gasped along with the
victim as a ribbon of leather sizzled through the air to leave a raw
new stripe on the woman’s ass.
“Oh,
God!” the stranger wailed, in obvious pain.
“Too
much? Should I stop, Giulia?” The man’s voice seemed familiar.
Marcie widened the crack through which she peered until she could see
the woman’s tormenter.
“No,
no, sir,” came her choked cry. “More! Please, give me more!”
Marce
swallowed hard. The massive security guard they’d met outside the
club stood behind the bound woman, between her splayed legs. Tiny,
that was what Annie had called him. He was fully dressed, in a tight
black tee that highlighted his powerful shoulders and chest and trim
black jeans that seemed painted onto his muscular thighs. His cock
reared up from the open fly—the longest, thickest, most
awe-inspiring cock she’d ever seen. It pointed straight up toward
the ceiling, reaching from his groin to his solar plexus. Protruding
veins twisted around its huge girth, like vines around a tree trunk.
The scarlet head was so slick and swollen it looked like it might
burst.
The
guard pumped his meat a few times with his left hand then swung the
whip in his right. With a sharp report it landed on his partner’s
rear, carving a new trail of red.
“Yes!”
she yelled, jerking against the cushions. “Yes! Yes! Yes! I’m
almost there, sir. One more, just one more…”
Leather
sliced the air, then her flesh. Releasing a garbled yell, she tumbled
into a loud, energetic climax. Her master watched for two beats, then
drove his astounding cock into her wide-open cleft, burying himself
to the hilt.
She
came again, humping the cushions while he pistoned in and out of her
hole. Meanwhile he spanked her whip-battered butt, his big palms
landing on her punished cheeks with terrifying, arousing smacks.
Marcella’s
legs gave out. She sank to her knees outside the door, both hands
stuffed into her drenched panties, frigging herself as hard as she
could while she watched that enormous dick stroking in and out of the
submissive’s stretched and juicy cunt. She nudged the door a bit,
to get a better view of the swollen pink pussy-lips clinging to the
guard’s rod as he retreated for each new thrust. Then he’d ram
back in, until his balls bounced against her clit. The woman—Giulia,
she remembered—took every inch of his unbelievable length.
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