In
today’s Back List Blast post, I’m going back to 2017, and the
first book of my wild Vegas Babes series. This book includes a wide
variety of sexual situations; I’ve chosen an excerpt that includes
FF interactions.
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Hot
Brides in Vegas (Vegas Babes Book 1)
MF/FF humorous HEA erotica
Never
underestimate the power of
a horny bride.
Francesca
Torelli’s
tycoon
father
is
throwing
a
lavish
Las
Vegas
wedding
for
his
only
child.
Her
fiancé
Jake
and
his
buddies
set
out
for
a
stag
night,
exploring
the
fleshpots
of
Sin
City.
Meanwhile,
Fran
and
her
bridesmaids
Laura
and
Chantal
are
stuck
at
the
resort
under
the
watchful
eye
of
her
stern
Aunt
Giulia,
who
has
promised
her
brother
that
Franny
will
come
to
the
altar
a
virgin.
Frustrated
and
annoyed
by
these
double
standards,
the
young
women
hatch
a
plan
to
escape
their
chaperone
and
have
some
fun
of
their
own.
With
the
help
of
a
susceptible
concierge,
a
butch
ex-cop
limo
driver
and
a
scandalous
French
couturiere,
they
find
their
way
to
The
Fox’s
Den,
the
most
exclusive—and
outrageous—gentlemen’s
club in the city. Owner Larry Archer and his crew of strippers,
bouncers, voyeurs and sluts are more than happy to welcome the
delectable trio as contestants performing at the club’s famous
Amateur Night.
The
gleeful permissiveness of the Den challenges the women’s
assumptions and undermines their inhibitions. Complications ensue
when Jake and his groomsmen arrive to find Fran in the midst of her
strip act. Then Aunt Giulia crashes the party, determined to save her
virgin niece, and things get really sticky—both figuratively and
literally.
Will
love triumph? Will Francesca be drawn over to the dark side? Is there
a difference?
Excerpt
“The
dressing room’s here,” said Linda, pointing to a door on her
right. “Across the way is Larry’s office. Next to the office is
the VIP suite.” She caught Chantal’s skeptical expression. “Some
customers get extra special treatment, honey.”
“I
can imagine,” Chantal replied, her voice dripping with irony.
The
manager knocked on the dressing room door, then opened it without
waiting for a response.
Fran
had seen a lot that day. None of it had prepared her for the scene
that confronted her.
Mirrored
make-up stations lined the walls on the
left and right. Straight ahead of her, at
the back of the spacious room, there was a seating area with a small
sofa and two chairs. A creamy-skinned redhead sprawled on the sofa,
with her head thrown back against the cushions and her legs spread
wide. A slender woman knelt between those splayed thighs, face buried
in the first woman’s cunt. Shiny black hair cascaded down her spine
to graze the dimples at the top of her surprisingly full ass. Her
right hand stretched upward to play with the redhead’s ample
breasts. Her left hand was hidden. The woman’s rhythmic motions
suggested where that hand might be found.
A
third girl, a plump blonde, lay on her back on the carpet with her
head near the kneeling girl’s ass. With the fingers of one hand
she probed the shadowy crevice between the brunette’s buttocks,
while she delved into her own snatch with the other.
Sighs
and moans filled the room, along with a strong scent of pussy. The
women squirmed, bucking and grinding against one another. Francesca’s
clit swelled and throbbed, while wetness trickled down her already
slick inner thighs. She cupped her palm over her pubis, rubbing hard.
She simply couldn’t stop herself.
A
pre-orgasmic spike of pleasure shimmered through her. Eyes glued to
the naked women writhing just a few feet from her, she squeezed and
stroked herself through her dress and her thong. It was not enough.
She
sank to her knees, crumpled her chiffon skirt to her waist, and
thrust her whole hand under the elastic of her brief panties. Oh,
better, much better, to feel bare skin on her slick folds! With her
thumb on her clit and three fingers deep in her hole, she climbed
quickly. The girls entwined on the sofa seemed to follow her up the
path to climax.
The
redhead arched her back with a wild cry and ground herself into the
brunette’s face. Grabbing handfuls of silky hair, she pulled the
other girl deeper. Blondie frigged herself so violently it seemed she
might tear herself open. Meanwhile she had
three fingers embedded in the brunette’s asshole.
That
was what pushed Francesca over the edge—the sight of those plump
digits stretching the tight ring of muscle guarding the other girl’s
anus, along with the thought of how that violation might feel. Did
Jake really want her that way? Her cunt muscles clenched around her
fingers and liquid gushed over her hand. Pleasure surged through her,
racing through her limbs and leaving her weak.
The
blonde and the brunette scream in unison as they simultaneously
reached their peaks. She collapsed on the carpet, limp but still
tingling with arousal.
“Ahem.”
Francesca
opened her eyes. Laura and Chantal were staring at her in shock.
Linda stood next to them with her arms akimbo, a tolerant smile
lighting her face.
“Jeanette—Lily—Katie—if
I
could
interrupt
you
for
a
moment…
These
young
ladies
are
here
for
Amateur
Night.”
Buy
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5 comments:
Hot except, what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas!!!
skpetal at hotmail dot com
nice so far
bn100candg at hotmail dot com
I really enjoyed this book and I'm looking forward to reading more in this series. Thanks!
Although nicely written, ff action just doesn't do it for me. But I do enjoy the mf books.
Sounds interesting.
humhumbum AT yahoo DOT com
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