Sizzling Sunday: Hot Brides in Vegas -- #Lesbian #Multipartner #SizzlingSunday

 

Greetings! For today’s Sizzling Sunday feature, I’ve got a long, juicy excerpt from my humorous erotica title Hot Brides in Vegas. This book, the first in the outrageous Vegas Babes series, is only 99 cents during the month of April.

The Vegas Babes series takes place in the same world as Larry Archer’s wildly sensual swingers stories. Some of the characters and settings overlap, but I like to think that I’ve given a somewhat different spin to life in Sin City. Still, if you like my series, you should check out Larry’s books. He has dozens of sexy tales for you to enjoy.

Blurb

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

“Do we have to take off all our clothes?” Laura asked.

“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do,” Lily reassured her. “You’re there to have fun, and to turn on the audience, if you can. But how you do that—that’s entirely up to you. And nobody gets to touch you, unless you want them to. We’ve got a top notch security team to make sure of that.”

“Yes, I met Steve,” said Laura. “He seemed very, um, forceful.”

“Wait till you meet Tiny!” said Lily. “The human tank! Believe me, you’re safer dancing in the Den then you’d be on a bus or in a department store.”

“Anyway, the winner is based on popularity with the crowd,” Katie continued. “Whoever gets the most applause from the audience gets top prize.”

“But isn’t that pretty subjective?” asked Laura. “I mean, you can’t exactly measure applause.”

“Larry and Foxy serve as the judges.” Katie noticed Laura’s puzzled look. “Larry’s the club owner. Foxy’s his wife.”

“His wife?” Francesca was startled out of her shamed silence. “He’s married? Doesn’t his wife mind the fact that he’s surrounded by naked woman all day?”

Jeanette chuckled. “Foxy may be more interested in those naked women than Larry is. When it comes to pussy, she’s pretty insatiable. Anyway, Foxy and Larry are swingers, with an open relationship. Swingers don’t tend to get jealous.”

“Swingers?” Chantal sounded thoughtful. “And are you three swingers, too?”

“Well, none of us is married,” Katie replied. “But we do like sex. As you might have noticed.” She giggled. “And we’re not exclusive.”

“Why restrict ourselves, and miss out on the pleasure?” Lily added.

“But you’re lesbians, right? You have sex only with women?” Francesca asked.

“I don’t pay much attention to labels, hon,” Jeanette answered. “But I like fucking guys at least as much as girls. And both at once is best of all!”

“And if I’m attracted—sexually attracted, I mean —to another woman, does that make me a lesbian?” Fran couldn’t help asking the question that had been bothering her.

“What does it matter?” Lily threw her arm around Francesca’s shoulder in a casual embrace. “As long as you’re having fun, and you’re not hurting anyone?”

She brought her face to Francesca’s. Her mouth was soft, her lips smooth. She tasted familiar. It took a moment for Fran to realize that Lily must use the same minty toothpaste she did.

Instinct made her return the kiss. Honestly, she didn’t think about it. Jake always joked about her being orally-fixated—luckily for him! She loved kissing, licking, sucking, and of course giving head. Sometimes she’d start at his toes and lick her way all the way up his legs, along his sensitive inner thighs to his balls. She’d hover there, circling the base of his cock but not touching the shaft or the knob, until he was crazy with need. Instead of giving him what he craved, she’d bypass the main attraction, moving up to his nipples, where she’d nuzzle and nip until he started to beg. Only then would she relent and swallow his rod, sucking him till he filled her mouth with his cream.

So it felt quite natural for her to press her lips against Lily’s, to trace their plump outline, then slip her tongue inside the other girl’s mouth. It was just a kiss, a luscious, juicy French kiss with a peculiar flavor that Fran couldn’t immediately identify, a flavor that overwhelmed the peppermint. Lily’s lips were tangy with an undertone that made Francesca think of the sea. Strange, but strangely arousing, too.

Lily responded with enthusiasm, pulling Francesca into her arms and mashing the bride-to-be’s chiffon-veiled tits against her own chest. That felt good, too, the warmth, the pressure and the friction—not to mention the sense of being desired.

When the Asian woman’s hand crept under Fran’s skirt to stroke her pussy, however, Francesca stiffened.

“Wait,” she said, pulling away from Lily’s embrace. “I’ve never…”

“There’s a first time for everything,” Lily replied, her voice husky with lust. “Don’t you want to?” She’d slipped off the couch and was on her knees once more, near Francesca’s feet. Her lovely oval face tilted upward, a question in her dark eyes. She licked her lips with a hunger that made Francesca shiver with mingled fear and want. “If you’ll let me, I can make you feel really good…”

Without waiting for Fran’s assent, she pushed the voluminous skirt out of the way and hooked the elastic waistband of the thong, dragging it down to Fran’s ankles with a deftness that suggested substantial experience. Pressing her palms against Francesca’s inner thighs, she opened her wide.

“Oh, you smell wonderful!” Lily exclaimed, leaning forward to breathe in Francesca’s musky scent. “I’ll bet you taste delicious, too.” She extended her tongue to lick gently at the other woman’s labia.

Francesca shuddered and moaned. “Oh, please—wait—I’m not sure…”

Lily prodded Fran’s swollen clit. Electric pleasure jolted her. “Just relax and enjoy, sweet. Think of it as my wedding present.”

Think? As the stripper went to work on her pussy, pretty much every thought left Francesca’s head. She’d thought Jake was skilled in oral sex. This woman made him look like an amateur.

Lily alternated fast, broad strokes with slow tickles, light nibbles with energetic suction. Sometimes she forced her tongue deep into Fran’s cleft, her nose prodding at the swollen bud at the apex. Sometimes she feathered her tongue along the folds of flesh, barely touching. Once or twice Francesca felt warm wetness circling her tight rear hole. She gasped and moaned, writhing and bucking against Lily’s talented mouth. The Asian woman kept a grip on Fran’s thighs, holding her down to be devoured. If not for that pressure, Francesca might have arched right off the sofa.

Her first climax hit her without warning. The sensations kindled by Lily’s actions were so intensely pleasurable, she wasn’t even thinking about coming. Her whole pussy clenched; she liquefied, drenching Lily in her juices.

The Asian temptress paused for a moment, looking up and giving Fran a grin. Girl-cum soaked her cheeks and dripped from her eyebrows. Francesca had no time to be embarrassed, however. Lily dove back into the soaked crack between her legs, seeming hungrier than ever.

The next climax took longer, gathering like a storm deep in her pelvis, breaking loose in another flood of juicy bliss. Then there was a third orgasm, a fourth… Francesca closed her eyes and rode Lily’s tongue to near-oblivion.

Finally, the stripper relented. She perched on the sofa next to the tousled bride and gave her a long, wet kiss. Weak from excess pleasure, Francesca kissed her back. Only then did she recognize the enticing flavor she’d detected before on Lily’s lips.

Pussy.

 

Tempted? The book is only 99 cents during the entire month of April. 

https://www.lisabetsarai.com/hotbridesinvegasbook.html

And once you’ve had a taste of the Vegas Babes, I’m willing to bet you’ll want more. Which is fine – there are five books in the series!