Sunday, July 5, 2020

My latest erotic romp is available for pre-order! #MILF #Erotica #HEA

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Happy Sunday! Well, I’m happy, at least. My brand new erotica title, The Slut Strikes Back, is now available for pre-order. Release date is next Saturday, July 11th? But if you’re in the mood for some X-rated fun, why wait?

You’ll find the blurb and an exclusive X-rated excerpt below.


Find someone else to satisfy your needs.”

When her husband complains about her constant sexual demands, MILF Lauren Gordon is shocked and hurt – and determined to act on his instructions.

Lauren has never strayed outside the bounds of her marriage, but now that she has permission, she unleashes her voracious libido on her gorgeous girlfriend next door, the UPS delivery man, and anyone else who strikes her fancy.

Her husband called her a slut in order to shame her. Lauren wears the title with pride. When he comes home to find her gang banging her son’s buddies from the college wrestling team, he realizes he’s made a huge mistake. He wants his slutty wife back. But once you’ve freed the genie, you can’t put it back in the bottle.

If you love wild adventures of wanton women, you'll love The Slut Strikes Back.

Exclusive Excerpt

The lone staff member came out from behind the counter to bring her sandwich.

Thanks,” she said, looking up. He loomed over her, a big guy, maybe late twenties, with a shaved head and a gold stud in one ear. He wore tight jeans, a polo shirt with the shop logo, an apron that hid his crotch, and a knowing smirk that sent a premonitory shudder of pleasure skittering down to her loins.

Enjoy,” he said, his eyes flicking from her face to her tits and back again.

Trying to ignore his presence, she dove into her lunch. Instead of returning to his station, the guy leaned against a nearby table, folded his arms across his broad chest, and watched her eat.

She finished her wrap in record time, without tasting a bite. All she could think about was how her nipples ached and her clit throbbed. Under the spotlight of his leering gaze, she felt hot all over. Juices welled up from her pussy, dampening the cotton skirt that separated her bare buttocks from the chair seat. When she got up to leave, would there be a wet spot?

As she wiped her lips with a napkin and gulped down the last of her water, he approached her once more to gather the tuna-smeared sandwich wrapper and other debris. His hands were as large as the rest of him, hairy on the back, with blunt, fat fingers. Lauren couldn’t help thinking about how those fingers might feel, pushing into her cunt.

He tossed her trash in a nearby bin, then held his fingers to his nose and inhaled deeply. “Bet you smell something like this.” He gave a lewd chuckle. “In fact, I think I can smell you from here.”

Lauren wanted to sink through the floor. At the same time, she was so turned on that she felt faint.

He probably could smell her. She was certainly wet enough. He stood over her, grinning like some demon. Instinctively, she shrank back, drawing her arms up in front of her heaving breasts in a futile attempt to preserve her modesty.

Oh no you don’t!” He snatched her wrists and spread her arms wide. “You’re not gonna hide those beauties from me.”

Leave me alone.” Her quavering voice sounded unconvincing even to her own ears.

You sure that’s what you want?” When he released her wrists, her arms fell limply to her sides. A sudden pinch to one nipple kindled a fierce bolt of pleasure-pain. “Me, I think you want something else.” Grabbing her hand once more, he pulled it under his apron and curled her palm over his rock-solid erection. “I think this is what you want.”

He felt huge, so massively swollen she wondered how he’d ever get his zipper down. Saliva gathered in her mouth. She licked her dry lips.

Give it a squeeze,” he ordered, his voice lower and more seductive. “That’s all for you, babe. You want it?”

No, she wanted to assert. What came out of her mouth was a whimper of need.

He reached out to fondle her breasts through the thin fabric of her blouse, flicking at the nipples with his thumbs. She kept her hand on his astonishing cock, transfixed by lust, unable to form a coherent thought. She should get up and leave. He wouldn’t stop her – would he? She might be a slut, but this, this was too much, too blatant, too dangerous. Meanwhile her nips sparked, blood pumped through her clit, and her pussy wept.

All at once he stepped back, untied his apron and tossed it onto a chair. Now she could see the fearsome bulk of his cock, straining against his zipper. He skewered her with an insolent stare. She felt utterly transparent.

Last chance, slut,” he growled. “If you want my dick, get up off your ass and get yourself into the toilet.”

There was no conscious decision. One minute she was cringing in her chair and marveling at his cock. The next, she was on her way to the unisex rest room, with him following close behind.

The facility wasn’t particularly small, but he seemed to take up all the space. He kicked the door shut and locked it. “Bend over,” he commanded. “Hold onto the sink. Yeah, that’s right.”

Lifting her long skirt, he flung it over her head to bare her naked lower parts.

Whoa, you are a slut!”

He landed a quick, hot slap on her butt, then probed her with those fat fingers, just as she’d imagined. She felt her juices spill out over his hands and down her thighs. She didn’t care; she was beyond shame.

You’re desperate for it, aren’t you?” His palm connected with her other cheek, the sweet sting sending fiery tendrils down to her core. “Well, I won’t make you wait.”

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Saturday, July 4, 2020

Win great prizes! ... #Giveaway #EmailList #FreeBooks

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Want a chance at winning some fantastic prizes? I’m not talking about some silly stuffed animals either!

Right now I’m running an exclusive contest for members of my VIP Email List. Prizes include a $10 gift certificate to your choice of bookstore, plus a slew of free ebooks and audiobooks. Seven winners in all!

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As soon as I see you’ve signed up, I’ll send you the contest details.

The contest ends on the 15th of July, so don’t procrastinate!

And while I’ve got your attention – congratulations to Savanna Kougar, who won my MFRW Steam giveaway last month.

This coming Tuesday, 7 July, is the next MFRW Steam hop, and I’ll be giving away another erotic romance to one lucky person who comments.

Mark it on your calendars! (Though of course I will remind you!)


Friday, July 3, 2020

Nothing he won’t do to keep his mate safe... #shifters #MMRomance #pnr @creestorm79

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Jailed for no reason he knows or understands, Kurby has decided it’s easier to live in hiding as a Pallas’s cat than it would ever be as a man in the council prison. That is until Councilman Elija Hamilton walks into his cell.

Finding his mate in a prison cell is not something he ever expected but damned if he was going to refuse the man. Kurby was his and no matter what he would have him.

When Kurby’s life is threatened there is nothing Elija wouldn’t do to keep his mate safe even if it meant unleashing his Chupacabra.

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Kurby sniffled, “I feel”

I know, sweet kitty and I wish there was something I could do to take that feeling away, but only time will do that. However, I will be right here with you...holding you...drying your tears and loving you any way I can until that day comes and beyond.” Elija whispered kissing the top of Kurby’s head.

Kurby pulled back and looked at Elija with wide eyes. “Lo...loving me?”

Elija smiled and brushed Kurby’s bangs back, “Of course loving you. Gods, Kurby I know it seems fast for you, but for me...I was raised by shifters. I knew I loved you the moment I set eyes on you and in the days we’ve been together I have fallen deeper and deeper in love with you.”

But...But ... I...I mean...”

Shaking his head, Elija softly kissed his mate. “Kurby, I don’t expect you to say anything. It’s fine. I understand and I agreed to give you time and I plan on doing just that. However, I will also be honest with you. I will never lie or hold anything back...unless it’s a council thing then I might not have a choice. Otherwise, I am an open book to you and that includes me telling you that I love you.”

How can you? You don’t even know me. Yes, we’ve spent some time together, but...but...” Kurby licked his lips, rushing to say, “It has to be that pull thingy. The one that makes us want each other to begin with.”

Kurby, listen to me. A mate bond doesn’t force us to mate. It can’t. Even the gods knew this. That’s why they said our gifts transfer when it’s time for us to find our mate and have that time to bond. If we don’t bond then we will remain whatever our mate’s form is...even if that’s human. Yes, our bond tells us that you are perfect for me. It tells me that I will want no other like I want you and yes, it will encourage me to sink my teeth into your neck and make you mine. However, it doesn’t force me to love you. You did that.”

How did I do that?” Kurby asked curiously.

Elija snorted, “By being you. How else? It has nothing to do with how sexy you are...even if I think you are the sexiest man I have ever set eyes on. Kurby, your strength in heart and spirit as well as your intelligence gives me the shivers and makes my cock so hard I hurt. The way you are with the children here...”

Elija smiled at Kurby’s surprised look and continued. “Yes, I’ve seen you with them. In and out of human form you are playing with them and making them laugh and if one of them are hurt your cat will cuddle up with them and help take away their tears. The way you worry about your family and are willing to do anything to help them...even give up your own family. Gods, Kurby, to be willing to sacrifice everything for someone you love the way you’s not something I’ve seen much of in my life. To be mated to a man so willing to give everything to those he’s the hell couldn’t I love you?”

Kurby didn’t say anything right away, but then said, “I can’t say I love you this very minute, Elija but...but I can say I do care for you...a lot. I just...I ...”

Elija cupped the side of Kurby’s face and then leaned in and gave his mate another soft kiss, whispering, “I already told you it’s okay, sweet kitty. I just refuse to hold my feelings in. There’s no rush. Now how about we give your parents a call?”

About the Author

I was born in Fort Knox, Kentucky. I’m a military brat that travelled a bit overseas and throughout many parts of the United States. I finally settled in Las Cruces, New Mexico, where I eventually got married and then divorced. I was blessed with two fantastic sons.

As they grew up and became young men chasing their dreams, I felt that maybe now was the time for me to do the same. That’s when I started writing. Never in a million years did I expect to meet the most wonderful man in the world, move to Quebec, Canada, and get married. However, that is exactly what happened.

JP has introduced me to things like; canoeing, snowmobiling, four wheeling, and has taken me to some of the most beautiful locations. Ones that I had only ever seen on a computer or read about in books. I may miss my mountains and my boys, but have discovered that when you work towards your dreams, the future can be one filled with happiness and love. My boys are only a plane ride away, and Skype is a glorious thing. So I say, on to my next adventure…don’t be shocked to find it in one of my books.

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Wednesday, July 1, 2020

Now is the time! #Smashwords #BargainBooks #Free

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It’s that time again - time to fill up your e-reader with the sexy and romantic books you crave. For the entire month of July, Smashwords is running a huge sale. You’ll find lots of amazing bargains. In particular, every one of my self-published titles, as well as my books published by Excessica, is discounted by 50%. That means that several of my 99 cent titles are actually free


Do you like erotic romance novels? Get yourself a copy of Miranda’s Masks, or Damned If You Do, or The Heart of the Deal: Business, Bondage, Discipline and Desire, all only $2.00. If you’re in the mood for an erotic thriller, check out Exposure ($2.00) or Bangkok Noir. ($1.50) My D&S Duos series, intensely emotional BDSM, is just $1.50 per book, and each of my multicultural Asian Adventures volumes will cost you only 99 cents. You’ll also find paranormal erotica and romance, lesbian erotica, and my best-selling light-hearted smut series, Vegas Babes - $1.50 each.

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If you’ve been tempted by any of these books, now’s the time to give in!

Just go to one of the pages above, click on the book link, then use the 50% off coupon on the book page when you check out. Simple as apple pie! You can choose whatever ebook format you prefer, including mobi (Kindle), epub or pdf. You can even read the books online if you don’t have an e-reader device.

The sale lasts for the entire month of July, but why wait? The sooner you get hold of these bargains, the sooner you can start reading!

Tuesday, June 30, 2020

Review Tuesday: The Separation by A P von K'Ory #ReviewTuesday #CrossculturalRomance

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Bound to Tradition: The Separation by A P von K’Ory
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Businessman Erik Lindqvist – nicknamed “Viking” - has problems with women. He doesn’t trust them; fundamentally he believes they are all untrustworthy sluts who exist only to be used and discarded. That’s how he treated all his many lovers, until he met Khira, the brilliant and beautiful sixteen year old from the Kenyan Luo tribe who stole his heart. Despite her youth, Khira seems to have tamed the beast in Erik. Her upbringing as a Luo woman has given her a unique perspective on men and sex. Men are “muscled infants” who must be indulged but also guided by the women, who are goddesses on earth. Khira and Erik have a rather unconventional marriage in which Erik is still free to expiate his lust with other women. At the same time, they are deeply devoted to one another and to their beautiful and talented children.

When Khira secretly takes their pubescent daughter Loyana back to her tribe to be initiated into the mysteries of goddesshood, and Loyana falls ill as a result, all Erik’s rage against women rises to the surface. He brutally assaults his beloved Khira, sending her into a coma. Coming to himself, he realizes that he may well have killed the person he loves most in the world. Both Khira and his children desperately need him, but he can’t cope with the guilt and the responsibility. Despite his mostly happy marriage, he still hasn’t resolved his mistrust of the female of the species.

The Separation is the third and final book in A P von K’Ory’s dramatic Bound to Tradition trilogy. The second volume ends with Erik’s attack on Khira, and his subsequent desperate attempts to get her out of the African bush and into medical treatment before she dies. As the third book opens, Khira has been unconscious and unresponsive for days. Erik is half-insane with grief and guilt. Their five children are traumatized, especially Loyana who witnessed Erik’s attack on her mother, and who feels that she is at fault for agreeing to the initiation. Khira’s closest friend Joyce arrives from Kenya to help care for the family during the emergency. Standing in for Khira, she’s willing to confront to Erik and force him to accept what he’s done.

This book was not what I expected. From the title, I thought that Khira would recover, but that she’d break away from the unpredictable and violent husband who almost killed her, living separately from him despite their mutual love. Instead, Khira remains in a coma throughout most of this novel. The “separation” relates to the fact that she and Erik cannot communicate at all.

However, despite her outward passivity, Khira’s mind is still active. A P von K’Ory is very convincing in her portrayal of Khira’s inner life, as she struggles to understand what has happened, to remember who she is, and to recognize the people around her. She can hear; she can form intentions. However, she cannot, especially at first, command her body to act on those intentions – even something as simple as moving a finger. These visits to Khira’s mind are devastating.

Much of the novel is dedicated to Erik’s attempts to run away from himself and his responsibility for Khira’s condition. I have to say that I found him infuriating. Despite the almost supernatural connection between him and his wife, he just can’t manage to face his own flaws. One can’t help but believe that Khira would be better off without him.

In the end, love triumphs, though I sense there will always be scars that won’t fully heal. Khira fights her way back to consciousness and to her family. Erik finally begins to work on his deep-seated emotional issues. The book concludes with an event full of hope for the future – an event that sets the stage for A P von K’Ory’s second series, Golden Shana.

As hard as it was to read about Erik’s behavior, I enjoyed The Separation. Like the previous books, it is full of vivid descriptions and intense emotion. It does not focus as much on the conflict between Erik’s and Khira’s worlds as the first two volumes of the trilogy, but that tension always exists under the surface. You can’t help wondering when it’s going to explode once more and fracture their lives.

Monday, June 29, 2020

The stakes are high... #PreOrder #Giveaway @MadisonMichael_

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Maddy is offering a few lucky readers the chance to win an ebook of Dare to Hope from ibooks or another ebook format. Please use the Rafflecopter below to enter! You may enter each day for a chance to win so be sure to follow along with us on the Pre-Order Tour.

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Dare to Hope is now available for Pre-Order on B&N, Apple Books or Kobo. After its release it will only be available on Amazon, so hurry! Go Pre-Order your copy if you prefer these formats for reading.

About Dare to Hope

She’s betting on love and the stakes are high

The “Crazy Eights,” eight women who have been friends for 30 years, have a powerful connection yet rarely see each other. At a pivotal time in their lives, they create a way to remedy this predicament, an audacious dare contrived to bring them together for weddings – each participant must get married within twelve months. The stakes are high. Win the bet and lose your heart; or lose the bet and perform a personally mortifying task.

In the first of their stories, we meet Eliana, beautiful and brilliant, but starting over, focused on her career, not on some foolhardy dare. Longing for a family but recently divorced and on her own, Eliana sets her sights on a new job, a new home and accepting her single, childless status. Independent and determined, she has no idea that in less than six months she will both win and lose her heart’s desire.

Jeremy Klein, genius engineer and inventor, is also making life changes. He’s sold his startup to a major medical device company, becoming President and CEO, and a billionaire before he is forty. Although he’s gun-shy about the dating game, Jeremy knows it’s time to apply his smarts, sex appeal and new-found success to finding true love.

When Eliana meets Jeremy, they bond quickly. The couple has so much in common and a chemistry that sizzles. Winning Eliana feels like a fantasy come true to Jeremy. Their attraction is immediate and electrifying, and a one-night stand morphs into planning a future. But plans change. On track to wedded bliss, baby and all, Jeremy and Eliana are derailed by accusations that threaten their relationship, Eliana’s career and Jeremy’s future as CEO.

Spies, lies, allegations and misunderstandings abound, threatening to destroy their happiness. That is, until those “Crazy Eights” get involved, scheming and manipulating to win Eliana her happily ever after. Can a group of determined friends help Eliana and Jeremy hold onto love?

In the tradition of The Beguiling Bachelor Series, Madison Michael creates a romance series about independent and sassy women, sexy and successful men, true love, and lasting friendships.

Genre: Steamy Contemporary Romance

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His grin was devastating up close – wide and welcoming, with a hint of naughtiness and the promise of shared pleasures. But it was his eyes, deep coffee brown and fringed with long dark lashes that were his best feature; piercing, intelligent and inquisitive eyes, trained on her.

Please, God, Eliana prayed quickly, do not let this man be the new sales manager. It would be lamentable if she had to keep him at arm's length. He was the first man Eliana had felt drawn to since Nico. If she was honest with herself, he was the first man she had ever felt this attracted to so immediately. It was enough to make her believe in love at first sight or fate.

"Hi," he stepped closer, ignoring the empty stool beside her to halt just inside her personal space. Usually, Eliana would have reflexively backed up, but she savored his closeness, the power emanating from his presence. Even in this stuffy bar, he smelled good – fresh, like soap and good whiskey. And up close, his eyes were more magical – a hint of gold dancing in their depths.

"Hi," she responded on a breath, letting the single word hang there for a moment before adding "You aren't in sales, are you?"

"Nope." If he thought it was a strange conversation starter, he kept it to himself. "Engineering and design, although I have dabbled in sales. I could be in sales for you," he offered in a voice smooth as brandy, redolent with sexual promise and a hint of curiosity. She laughed at his offer. "Are you in sales?"

"Yes, I am. I was thinking of what a crime it would be if you turned out to be my new boss. I'm meeting him tomorrow."

"Jeremy," he responded, extending his hand to shake hers. "Not in sales. Is your boss named Jeremy?"

"Thankfully, not." Eliana extended her hand, savoring the moment as Jeremy wrapped his long fingers around hers. She noticed there was no wedding band as she admired the strength and length of his fingers, the fine hairs on the back of his hand, and his grip - warm and dry. His skin was soft over fine bone and healthy muscle. Everything about him captivated her. "Eliana."

Jeremy seemed in no hurry to release her hand, but after several beats too long for politeness, Eliana pulled hers from his. "Is this seat taken?" he asked, already sitting down, not thinking twice about it. "Or perhaps that table against the wall? I am anxious to learn why you don't know who you work with, Eliana."

Eliana laughed and watched as Jeremy's breath stopped. His every emotion was transparent, especially the desire flaming in his eyes right now. A passion she reciprocated. Wholeheartedly. She couldn't remember such an instantaneous attraction. But with Jeremy, she felt electricity and lust move through her entire body, just from the touch of his hand and the sound of her name spoken in his rich baritone.

"Eliana," he rolled the word around his mouth as if tasting a fine wine. "What a lovely name." Eliana panties dampened. He was just saying words, but their underlying promise was undeniable. She wanted to be alone with him. She wanted to be naked with him. And all she knew was his first name.

Eliana nodded toward the table, questioning her sanity. She was sure about what this man wanted, but after only minutes, her body governed her head. Jeremy spoke briefly with the bartender, passed him a fifty like it was a single, and motioned for her to lead the way to the empty table. Before they had settled in their chairs, both had fresh drinks. Earlier, the bartender had responded to her beauty with decent service and half-hearted flirting, but he reacted with alacrity to the big tip.

"So, spill," Jeremy directed, leaning forward on his elbows and putting his mouth dangerously close to hers. Just a few inches, Eliana imagined, and they could be kissing. "I am dying to hear your story. I want to know absolutely everything about you." The way he lingered on the word 'everything' made Eliana wetter still. Oh man, she was in way over her head.

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Madison Michael loves to binge news, movies, books, Oreos and romance – reading romance novels, writing romantic stories, watching Rom-Coms over and over. Maddy has spent her self-isolation fretting about the health of her friends and neighbors and catching up on TV programs from ten years ago.

Hunkered down with her cat, Gracie, and a Zoom life-line to the world, she is wondering how people date and social distance, how much junk food she can consume in a day and why Gracie only wants to play when Maddy needs to work.

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Sunday, June 28, 2020

Charity Sunday, Extended! #CharitySunday #Donation @CureSMA

Hello, readers!

Last week was the official Charity Sunday date. However, one of our dedicated participants, Dee S. Knight, has told her readers that Charity Sunday will be the last Sunday of each month. So she has a great Charity Sunday post today, with a lovely excerpt. You can find it here:

For every comment, she’ll make a donation to her chosen cause, an organization that provides suitably customized housing for veterans with physical disabilities.

Meanwhile, I got an email from CureSMA the other day, with the information that they’ve donated more than a million dollars to one of the most prominent SMA research and treatment organizations.

It gives me a warm feeling to know that a few of those dollars might have come from me!

So – I’m extending my Charity Sunday from last week to this week. Leave me a comment on this post, and I’ll donate another $2 to CureSMA.

AND – to sweeten the deal, I’ll give away two copies of D&S Duos 6, the book that provided my excerpt last week.

You can read that excerpt here:

Be sure to include your email if you’d like to win a copy of the book.

Oh, and starting next month, I’ll be doing Charity Sunday on the last Sunday of the month, so we can be in sync with Dee. Don't forget to visit her and comment on her post, too!

Saturday, June 27, 2020

#SaturdaySpanks: Sin City Sweethearts -- #Spanking #Erotica #StripPoker

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I’ve got a very intense Saturday Spanks excerpt for you today, from my outrageous erotica tale Sin City Sweethearts (Vegas Babes #3). It starts out with a game of strip poker, after dinner on Thanksgiving, and just gets wilder from there!


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 couplesthey 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.


All I’ve got is my underwear,” said Marcie, holding Joel’s gaze. She felt like she was already naked. Her nipples were hot and hard, throbbing each time they brushed the fabric of her dress. Moisture leaked from her slick and swollen pussy. Whoever won her panties would find them distinctly damp.

And how good are your cards?” he challenged. “Are you going to bet?”

She nodded. “And you?”

I’m pretty sure I’ll win. My jeans. Okay, call.”

Annie flipped over her cards. “Two pair, aces over queens.”

Her heart slamming against her ribs, Marcie exposed her three jacks. “Three of a kind.” She raised her eyes to Joel’s face. “And you?”

The pony-tailed host gave her a slow smile. “I’ve got three of a kind, too.” He tipped over a queen, and Marcie sucked in her breath. Grasping the hem of her dress, she pulled it over her head to expose her bare tits. Why wait?

Three sevens,” he continued, displaying the rest of his hand. “You win, Marcie.”

He shrugged his shirt off his shoulders and tossed it behind him. His blue jeans took longer to remove. His impressively rigid cock got in the way.

His shaft arced up from a salt-and-pepper tangle at his groin, seven inches at least, the skin pale and smooth-looking. His dick didn’t seem to have the veins she’d seen on the other guys she’d had. The swollen bulb, fatter than the rod itself, was a deep magenta, shiny with the fluids that leaked from his slit. Joel’s erection bobbed and twitched, as if preening under her rapt gaze.

Saliva pooled in Marcie’s mouth. He looked utterly delicious.

Care for a taste?” he offered, reading her mind.

She scurried over, on her hands and knees, scattering the cards in all directions. In seconds she was crouched between his spread legs, licking up his pre-cum and swirling her tongue over that tempting knob. Opening wider, she sucked half his length into his mouth.

Joel groaned. “Yeah, that’s right, little girl. Swallow me whole.”

She did just that, relaxing her throat and sinking down until her nose nestled in his grizzled pubes. He smelled incredible, spicy and exotic as incense. Meanwhile his flavor was different from Ted’s, more subtle, without the sharp tang she remembered. He’s a vegetarian, she recalled. They say that makes a difference.

Forming her lips into a tight circle around his rock-hard shaft, she slid up and down, backing off to lap at his cockhead, then plunging down to take every pulsing inch. He groaned and bucked under her, driving deeper, until she nearly choked on his flesh. He might not eat meat, she thought. But I do.

She gripped his corded thighs with both hands and sucked harder, feeling his muscles strain as he arched into her mouth. That’s right, she thought, picking up the pace. Give me your cum, Joel. Your own special whipped cream.

Her clit, still trapped inside her panties, felt huge and tender. Every time Joel’s dick hit the back of her throat, it pulled her further up the slope to her own climax. She wanted to touch herself, but he was thrashing so hard now that she couldn’t let go of his legs. Marcie squeezed her own thighs together and clenched her hungry pussy. She was so, so turned on. Wouldn’t it be cool if she could come just from sucking Joel off?

You naughty, naughty girl!” Ted’s voice, behind her, broke into her fantasy. Hands—presumably his—snagged the elastic waistband of her bikinis and dragged the sodden bit of fabric down to her bent knees. “If only your parents knew about the nasty way you’re celebrating Thanksgiving!” He swept one finger through her dripping cleft, pushing her to the very edge of coming, but snatched his hand away before she tumbled over.

Marcie moaned in protest around the cock in her mouth. The vibrations triggered more frenzied thrusts from the man underneath her. She arched back, futilely seeking more contact with the guy behind her.

You know what you need?” Ted pinched one butt cheek and she yowled at the sting, her voice muffled by Joel’s cock.

I need your fingers in my pussy, she thought, wild with arousal. Or your cock.

You need discipline, slut.” Another pinch, fingernails digging into her flesh. The pain took seconds to fade and when it did left her, strangely, wanting more.

Do that to my clit. Please!

You need a good, old-fashioned spanking!” In sync with his words, Ted brought his hand down hard on her right ass cheek.

It hurt, far more than she ever would have expected. Her skin exploded with a bright, sharp sensation, as if little knives were embedded in his palm. Her mouth fell open; the cock she’d been sucking slipped out. She didn’t even notice. Ted spanked the opposite cheek. She thought he’d lit a match and held it to her naked flesh.

Ow! Oh, god! Please…ow! Ted…” Her voice trailed off into inarticulate moans as he continued to spank her, alternating sides and locations. Sometimes his swats landed on the fleshy, full part of her butt. Sometimes, as if seeking variety, he laid his stinging blows on the sensitive skin near the join with her thighs. That felt like being broiled alive. Yet when he moved higher once more, she missed the exquisite burn.

Swat! Swat!

You wanted this, you little slut,” Ted said, panting with exertion. “You practically begged me to spank you.”

She had begged him. She’d had no idea.

Do you want me to stop?”

Tears in her eyes, pussy juice streaming down her legs, Marcie shook her head. Despite the pain—because of the pain?—she’d never been so aroused in her life. “Don’t—ow! —don’t stop,” she gasped.

You want to come, slut?”

Please…” she whimpered.

Open your legs. That’s right.”

Ted reached between her spread thighs to pinch her clit, exactly as she’d imagined. At the same time, he slid a wet finger deep into her asshole.

She flew apart, exploding into an orgasm so intense that the room spun dizzily around her. Colors danced on her closed eyelids, bright flashes she felt as well as saw. Pleasure flared in her belly, expanding like overheated gas. Lighting arced through her, from clit to ass and back, in a fiery circuit that consumed all rational thought.

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