Sizzling Sunday: Annie gets what she wants; Patty watches – #VegasBabes #Erotica #SizzlingSunday

Happy Sunday!

It has been a while since I did a Sizzling Sunday post.

I’m working on the final chapter of my new novella The Slut Does Vegas, which will be Book 6 of my Vegas Babes series. This book unites characters from the previous series books with Lauren Gordon, heroine of The Slut Strikes Back. Redheaded Annie, in particular, is a major player, along with her handsome and open-minded husband Ted.

So I thought I’d give you a reprise of the lascivious, anything-goes atmosphere of the earlier books. Here’s a bit from Book 5, Babes in Bondage.

Enjoy!

Blurb

It’s 9 PM in Vegas. Do you know your safe word?

Some people just won’t mind their own business. When an anti-porn terrorist group shuts down the Sin City Fetish Fair, Larry Archer offers The Fox’s Den as an alternative venue. With the assistance of newly arrived dominant Master Shark, plans for the Den’s very first Kink Night quickly take shape. Indeed, the denizens of the Den are practicing their BDSM techniques well before the event.

Blonde, beautiful and untouched, Patricia Hastings leads the Citizens Resisting American Perversion in their fight against filth. She’s determined to destroy the licentious, permissive, anything-but-vanilla strip club – whatever it takes. A smidgen of plastic explosive should do the trick... If only she can resist her attraction to the voluptuous, red-headed minx Annie, and her own secret craving for surrender.

Caught in the act of sabotage, Patty faces a choice: arrest, scandal and prison, or private punishment at the hands of Master Shark and his horny acolytes. Will C.R.A.P.’s paragon of purity uphold her prudish principles? Or consent to the violations that populate her forbidden fantasies?

Excerpt (Rated X)

These women weren’t members of her organization. One looked like some international supermodel, over six feet tall, with dusky skin and a curtain of shimmering silver hair flowing down her back. The other, though petite, was all curves, with a breezy, relaxed manner that was disturbingly sensual.

There was nothing suggestive about their clothing—nothing overt, at least. The statuesque blonde wore flowing, dark blue trousers and a sleeveless white crepe blouse. Her carrot-topped companion was attired in a denim skirt and a Kelly green tank top.

Just tourists, Patty thought. Still, she couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something off about them, something twisted, perverse, dangerous. Perhaps it was the way they moved, the way their bodies shifted under their clothes. It was obvious that the redhead wasn’t wearing a bra. Her breasts bounced with every step, and her pert nipples were clearly visible to anyone who cared to look. Her taller companion stalked down the hall as if she owned the place, oozing power and control. Like a lioness, Patty thought, fascinated despite herself. Indeed, when the blonde glanced over her shoulder at her companion, her features revealed a sort of hunger that made that set butterflies dancing in Patty’s stomach.

Without making a conscious decision, she followed them into the lobby atrium. She wasn’t close enough to hear their conversation with the concierge, who pointed in the direction of a side corridor. Patty held back for a moment, not wanting the women to realize she was shadowing them. She peeked around the corner just in time to see the two of them stop in front of the hotel’s activities bulletin board.

Blondie extracted an A2-sized poster from the tube. Red stood on tiptoe in order to staple it to the cork board. Her shapely calves tensed and her round buttocks tightened under the covering denim. Blondie used the opportunity to fondle her companion’s full ass.

Patty and the redhead both gasped. The tall blonde used both hands to massage those enticing butt cheeks. Her petite victim leaned against the wall and arched back, offering her body to the other woman’s lewd groping. The lioness responded to this saucy encouragement, sliding her palms up the back of Red’s bare legs and under the brief skirt.

“Oh, Inez!” the ginger-topped wench moaned. “You shouldn’t!”

“Don’t pretend you don’t like it, my little slut. Why else would you go out with me bare-assed? And your cunt is soaked!”

Cunt. The filthy word reverberated in Patty’s mind. Cunt. Cunt. Not a word she’d ever even whispered, not even to herself. Disgusting. Degrading. Of course she knew what it meant. Lady parts. Private flower. Secret core. Pussy.

Cunt. Cunt. Oh God! Her own—her pussy—grew wetter by the instant as she watched the two woman—lesbians! —continue their obscene dance.

“Let me see.” The blonde peeled the denim up to expose her partner’s pale, perfectly shaped derriere. The girl obligingly parted her thighs, displaying her damp, rosy folds. The blonde drove three long fingers deep into that juicy cleft.

Even from two yards away, Patty could hear the squelching sounds as the bossy older woman pumped her fingers in her friend’s—pussy. Meanwhile, she reached her left hand around to the front. From the way the redhead jerked and yelped, Patty guessed the aggressor had latched on to her victim’s clitoris.

The redhead writhed on her partner’s fingers, bearing down hard to force those digits deeper into her body.

Patty couldn’t help imagining that rude intrusion. Her pussy muscles tightened as if to hold those invading fingers inside. Her own clit pulsed, urgent, hard, hot as a live coal. I should get out of here, she told herself. Before they corrupt me.

She couldn’t tear her eyes from the lurid scene, though.

The blonde bombshell was using four fingers now, in and out, fierce, relentless. Wet pussy flesh clung to her hand, as if trying to keep her inside. “Tease!” she hissed. “Slut! You can’t get enough sex, can you? You’re insatiable!” Suddenly she yanked her fingers from the other woman’s depths and landed a hard slap on her ass.

“Ooow!” The redhead wailed. “No!”

Patty stiffened as something like lightning flashed through her. Sparks jumped from one taut nipple to the other, then skittered down to her clitoris.

“You love it, Annie,” Blondie growled, slapping the other quivering cheek. “Admit it. I can make you come, just by spanking you.” Releasing the other woman’s clit, she proceeded to rain ferocious, ambidextrous blows on her companion’s defenseless bottom.

“No—no, please—Ow! That hurts, Inez…” The red-haired minx protests were loud, but Patty realized the girl was making no effort to get away.

Neither am I, she thought, her own body awash with strange sensations. I should challenge them for the perverts they are. Or I should run, escape from their evil influence. She did neither. Instead, she stood there, eyes wide, both her clenched fists pressed against her skirt, at the juncture of her thighs. Pitifully insufficient stimulation. Underneath her clit raged, demanding relief. Her pussy—no, her cunt—gaped, empty, hungry to be filled.

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