Showing posts with label Larry Archer. Show all posts
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Tuesday, March 10, 2020

Review Tuesday: The Cuckold Club - First Date by Larry Archer - #fantasy #erotica #ReviewTuesday


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The Cuckold Club – First Date by Larry Archer
Smashwords and Amazon KDP, 2020

If you’re reading my blog, I’m assuming you enjoy sexy fiction. So you’re probably aware that cuckold/Hotwife stories have become one of the most popular sub-genres in erotica. These days, it seems that every author and his sister is writing cuckold tales.

In case you’re not au courant with smut fads, a Hotwife is a married woman who has sex with other, usually well-endowed, men with the permission and often the complicity of her husband (the cuckold). The extra-marital partners who service the Hotwife are termed Bulls, for reasons that should be obvious.

The women in this sort of relationship get the benefit of lots of hot, no-strings sexual pleasure. The cuckold’s payoff is more subtle and more varied. Some cucks are voyeurs, getting off on the sight of their wives being taken by someone else. Some are masochists, seeking the thrill of being humiliated by their gorgeous and powerful wives. One common theme involves requiring the cuck to “clean up” his Hotwife after her tryst with a Bull, licking the other man’s cum out of her orifices. In some variants, the Hotwife denies the cuckold sexual satisfaction, locking his cock in a cage or enforcing other sorts of sexual deprivation. She may criticize and shame him, comparing him to her Bulls and complaining about the small size of his penis or his general lack of erotic prowess. Some Hotwife/cuckold relationships border on femdom.

In fact, there appear to be many couples who actually engage in this sort of activity, and millions more who enjoy reading about it. However, this kink is not one of my personal favorites. First of all, I find sex purely for the sake of physical pleasure to be a bit boring. Of course, the essence of a fetish is the fantasy, the anticipation, rather than the acts themselves, but many Hotwife authors miss this point, focusing mainly on the Hotwife’s pursuit of the next big cock to fill her up. Second, although I enjoy some femdom, I actively dislike scenarios that include serious humiliation. While I can understand, intellectually, that some men (and women) might find this sort of scene a tremendous turn on, for me it has the opposite effect.

In short, I’m not about to go out and buy the latest Hotwife/cuckold title – unless it happens to be written by Larry Archer!

Mr. Archer’s latest release, The Cuckold Club – First Date, puts a decidedly cheerful spin on the popular sub-genre, with beautiful women and big cocks galore. Everyone’s satisfied, nobody gets humiliated, and there’s more than enough cum for everyone to consume.

The initial scene of this novella is one of the best things I’ve read by this author. Ted, the nominal hero, is sitting in a bar, watching a thirty-something bombshell flirt and seduce a college guy. Only gradually do we learn that the stunning brunette in the barely fastened wrap-around dress is Ted’s wife, Serena, who is in the process of realizing their mutual fantasies.

As Ted, getting more excited by the minute, drinks in the sight of his gorgeous spouse acting like a slut, he is approached by Roger. The fellow cuckold who points out his own red-headed Hotwife Tina, engaged in similar carnal pursuits. Roger gives Ted the chance to watch Serena and her virile young Bull through a one way mirror. The experience is a turning point for the couple, who proceed to drop a fortune on a high end computer, video camera and video editing equipment, just so they create their own personal, custom porn movies of Serena’s adventures.

As it happens, the cute technician from the computer store turns out to be as horny as everybody seems too be in Larry Archer’s world. She joins Serena and Tina in a lesbian lick-fest. Then there’s Helen, one of Ted’s colleagues from work, a brash but sexy MILF who’s literally up for anything. Things go from hot to hotter as the women take on five young studs, with every juicy penetration and every sticky eruption caught on film.

Though Ted and Roger are technically cuckolds, they get plenty of action. Their Hotwives are loving and generous, grateful for the opportunity to enjoy their Bulls as well as each other. Larry Archer likes to brag that every character in his books gets a happy ending. That’s certainly true in this one.

The final few chapters of the novella are somewhat less coherent than the earlier part. The author seems a bit confused about who is doing what – or maybe it was just me. I have a sneaking suspicion he might have been so turned on by his own tale that he got distracted.

And I really, really wish he’d learn the rules for using question marks!

All in all, though, The Cuckold Club – First Date, is a delight: hot, funny and unrelentingly sexy.

Wednesday, February 26, 2020

Vegas Babes is now a boxed set! #Preorder #KU #Erotica #BoxedSet


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I’m so excited! This Saturday will mark the release of my very first boxed set. I’ve bundled all five titles in my Vegas Babes series into one humongous volume (over 600 pages!) and published it on Kindle Unlimited. This is also an experiment – I’ve always used a range of platforms, but since the individual installments from the series are still available on Smashwords, BN and other sites, I don’t feel too guilty!

Anyway, if you’re really eager, you can pre-order your copy today:


The book will be available on February 29, a special day that happens only once every four years. Seems very appropriate that it’s also Sadie Hawkins Day, when gals are allowed to propose to guys, and generally ask for what they want. That’s the Vegas Babes, all right!

About the Book

Trust the ladies of Las Vegas to show you a good time.

Meet the Vegas Babes—lusty ladies eager for new carnal adventures. Technically virginal Francesca celebrates her wedding eve with a scandalous performance at a Vegas strip club. Classy Ivy League grad Laura discovers her inner slut with the help of an entire Scottish rugby team. Red-headed Annie and her well-hung accountant hubby provide a sex-drenched Sin City education for their gorgeous coed neighbors. Pure, untouched Patricia wages a guerrilla campaign against kink but finds herself captive in a Dom’s web of desire.

Then there’s hot mama Chantal, elegant Domme Professor Inez, bossy MILF Giulia, voluptuous she-male Rosa, dirty little old lady Althea —you don’t have to be sweet young thing to be a babe! Venture into a world of exuberant sexual excess and open-minded romance, where no fantasy is too wild to explore and everyone gets a thrilling, sticky happy ending.

This boxed set collects the complete five book Vegas Babes series, and includes a lively introduction by Larry Archer, creator of The Fox’s Den.



Join me on Saturday for a big release party with excerpts, fun and prizes! (including free books and a $10 gift certificate)

As you’ll find out if you buy the book – I don’t believe in doing things in a small way when it comes to erotica!



Tuesday, November 19, 2019

Review Tuesday: Walk on the Wild Side by @Archer_Larry #swinging #lesbian #ReviewTuesday


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Walk on the Wild Side by Larry Archer
Self-published on Amazon KDP

Co-workers Sandy and Kim are desperate. They have done everything they can think of to get their husbands to pay them some sexual attention. They’ve lost weight, purchased new, provocative wardrobes, tried to arrange intimate times together, to no avail. Sandy’s husband is a workaholic, while Kim’s spouse seems to view her as nothing more than his personal maid.

Frustrated and annoyed, the best friends decide to attend an introductory, educational session on the swinging lifestyle, organized by the notorious strip club The Fox’s Den. Under the expert direction of club co-owner Foxy, the women-only workshop soon turns into a lesbian orgy. Kim and Sandy, horny from neglect and ripe for new experiences, discover an unexpected affinity for their own sex. But pussy-eating and strap-on dildos are only the beginning of their adventures.

Soon they’re happily competing for the sexual attention of club owner Larry as well as the shy but hunky security guard Steve. Foxy continues to guide them in their increasingly outrageous explorations of the dark side, though to be honest, they need very little encouragement!

Walk on the Wild Side is the most recent book in Mr. Archer’s series about swingers Foxy and Larry and their no-holds, no-holes, barred strip club. Anyone who follows my blog will know that I’m quite a fan of Larry’s smutty tales, to the point that I’ve set five of my own books in the same fictional world. I thought that Walk on the Wild Side might well be the best installment yet. The first half, in particular, in addition to being sexy as hell, is also really well structured. Sandy and Kim are distinctive, sympathetic characters. Actually, I feel that the book’s subtitle, which describes them as “bored, cheating housewives” is quite unfair. (For one thing, they’re not housewives, but career women!) They’re enthusiastic about their journey over to the dark side, but the two women approach the prospect somewhat differently. Kim actually starts to fall in love with Steve – though of course that doesn’t stop her from doing the nasty with practically every other woman and man in the book.

This book gives a more central role to Foxy than many of the previous titles I’ve read. She’s the ringmaster (or perhaps ring-mistress) for everyone’s escapades. Although she’s still an insatiable slut (as are most of the other characters), she comes across as more intelligent, intuitive and responsible than in some of Larry’s other books. At least, that was my impression.

The plot spins out of control a bit in the second half. In particular, there are some continuity problems, where characters mention activities that I, at least, missed. For instance both Kim and Sandy mention that Larry (the character) had popped their anal cherries. I certainly didn’t remember that happening.

And I do wish Larry (the author) would learn how to use question marks correctly!

Overall, though, I really enjoyed Walk on the Wild Side. If you like outrageous, juicy, guilt-less sex with a wide range of partners, you will, too.


Sunday, February 3, 2019

Sizzling Sunday: Hot Brides in Vegas - #99cents #erotica #lesbian @Archer_Larry


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Happy Sizzling Sunday! Today I’ve got a never-before-shared excerpt from Hot Brides in Vegas, the first book in my Vegas Babes series. This bit is from the perspective of Laura, one of the bridesmaids, and the first of the trio to strut her stuff at the notorious Fox’s Den.

By the way, the book is still on sale for only 99 cents! But not for too much longer. Get your copy today (links at the end of the post).

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.

Sizzling Snippet

Larry beamed at the customers, waiting for the hubbub to die down. “And now,” he said, “I’d like to introduce our first contestant. Put your hands together and give a big Vegas welcome to the lovely Laura!”

The first bars of her chosen music filtered through the din. “Wicked Game” by Chris Isaak, a song that always made her feel sexy. Laura stepped out of the shadows, into the pool of light on the stage.
The applause hit her like a physical blow. She would have stumbled on her sky-high heels, but the music held her.

The world was on fire, and no one could save me but you…

Like fire, lust raced through her. She raised her arms above her head in a luxurious stretch, then pivoted so her back was to the crowd. Ever so slowly, she bent at the waist, walking her hands down her legs to her ankles.

It’s strange what desire will make foolish people do…

She felt her clinging, skimpy dress ride up the back of her thighs before completely baring her ass. Her thong tightened between her cheeks, adding delicious pressure against both her rear hole and her pussy. Laura swung her hips in a figure eight, in perfect time with the music. The audience was silent—hypnotized by her slow, sensual moves—but she felt their eyes on her.

What a wicked game you play, to make me feel this way…

She twirled on her high heels, until she once more faced the crowd. At the same time, she grabbed the hem of her costume and eased the garment up to her waist, showing off her flat stomach, her shadowy navel and the lace-sheathed plumpness of her pussy. A guy sitting at the bar leaned toward her, holding out a ten dollar bill. With a smile she hoped was enticing, she crouched down in front of him, holding his gaze. He stuck the cash into the elastic waistband of her thong. In a flash of wickedness, she pushed the bill under the triangle of fabric that barely covered her sex, then palmed her pussy and rubbed hard.

The spectators burst into wild applause. Meanwhile, Laura went rigid as a mini-climax raced through her. The spotlights dimmed and the room whirled as she struggled to remain standing.
 
Did the people watching know? Of course they did. But maybe it was common for dancers at The Fox’s Den to come on stage. She wouldn’t be surprised.

The song died away, haunting and erotic. Laura pulled the stretchy dress over her head and shook her blonde curls free, as Donna Summer picked up the beat.

Sittin' here, eatin' my heart out waitin'
Waitin' for some lover to call…

Laura strutted around the stage, shimmying her shoulders so that her breasts swung back and forth. People were clapping in time with the music as she bent once more and shook her ass in their faces. She felt high from the lust that washed over her. They wanted her, every single one of them.

“Take it all off,” yelled someone in the back.

She obliged, teasing the thong down over her hips little by little, until everyone could see her shaved pussy. The drenched Alexander Hamilton fluttered to the floor. Oh God!

A voluptuous brunette at the bar pumped her fingers in and out of her month, then made a come-hither gesture. Laura sank to the stage directly in front of the woman, knees spread wide, swollen cunt lips gaping. Her eyes locked to Laura’s, the dark-haired lady slid her fingers bit by bit into Laura’s weeping slit. Drawing them out, equally slowly, she dragged them over Laura’s clit.

Fireworks shot through Laura’s body. Juices gushed from her, puddling on the stage. It was lucky she was already kneeling; in this onslaught of sensation, her legs would not have held her.

Get your copy today – only 99 cents!








Meanwhile, if you want more, click on over to Larry Archer’s blog for my guest post about the latest Vegas Babes title, Sin City Sweethearts.


Friday, January 18, 2019

The wait is almost over... #newrelease #erotica #humor @Archer_Larry


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The third book in my Vegas Babes series, Sin City Sweethearts, is now available for pre-order! It will be out next Wednesday, the 23rd of January. Why not go reserve your copy now, so you can dive into my wild, funny pan-sexual romp as soon as it becomes available?

The book features an introduction by Larry Archer, since like the previous installments in the series it’s set in the universe he created. When I shared an advanced reader copy with him, he commented:

Have I created a monster with you? It sure looks like I've rubbed off on you but this story is beyond great!

(Blush...)

Whatever sorts of erotic situations turn you on, you’ll likely find them in this book. Lesbian, gay and straight sex, blowjobs, cunnilingus, strap-ons, anal, DP, spanking, bondage... There are strippers and coeds, a six-foot tall dominant lady professor and a horny track coach, a pair of lascivious ex-hippies, four hunky cowboy brothers, and of course Foxy and Larry themselves, owners of The Fox’s Den gentleman’s club. I promise a happy ending for everyone!

Here’s a quick snippet to whet your appetite. You’ll find the pre-order links below.



A tall, fair-haired beauty with a lush ass and perfect, natural breasts practically danced over to their table. Compared to the women on stage, she wore a lot of clothes—a tight, sparkling jersey with a plunging neckline, a tiny denim skirt and four inch stilettos—but they did nothing to conceal her charms.

“Hi,” she said. “What would you like?”

“Peaches? Why aren’t you up on stage?” Annie asked.

“What—oh, Annie! Sorry, didn’t recognize you for a minute. Great to see you!” The blonde threw her arms around Annie’s neck, fastening her ripe lips on Annie’s and mashing their tits together. Annie’s pulse, already elevated from Larry’s kiss and the scenes in the parking lot, soared into the stratosphere. Knowing Peaches wouldn’t mind, she palmed the other woman’s butt cheeks and thrust her tongue into Peaches’ mouth. The stripper followed suit, grabbing Annie’s ass to pull her closer so they could rub pussies.

“Oh, God, that feels so good!” Annie gasped, electric thrills sparking from her clit to her nipples and back. Encouraged, Peaches slid both hands under Annie’s skirt and smoothed her palms over the bare globes she found there. Without thinking, Annie spread her legs and arched her back. The fair-haired temptress wriggled her fingers under Annie’s brief thong and into her wet snatch.

“Oooh!” Annie wailed as the other girl pumped her hole while grinding against her clit. A climax barreled through her like a runaway freight train, flattening everything its path. Pleasure lit her up like neon on the Strip. Forgetting everything but her need, she clutched at the other girl’s body, riding the impudent fingers still buried in her cunt and chasing another come.

Peaches removed one hand. Annie moaned in protest, then screamed as the stripper pushed two cunt-slicked fingers into her ass. The club flickered and vanished, drowned by the torrent of exquisite sensation crashing through her body.

When she came to her senses, Annie was sprawled in one of the seats behind the table. Her thighs were sticky and her clit tingled. A hot blush climbed into her cheeks as she realized what a spectacle she’d just made of herself. However, when she looked around, she found the clientele mostly focused on the stage, where three nude young ladies—a plump blonde, a busty redhead and a willowy Asian beauty—gyrated to the Stones “You’ve Got Me Rockin’”.

Closer to home, Marcie and Maddy were grinning like cats after a five course canary dinner. They didn’t seem the least bit shocked. Meanwhile, Peaches stood watching them, waiting for their order as if nothing had happened.

“You okay, hon?” she asked. “You want a glass of wine? Or a margarita?”

“Just water, please,” Annie responded, a bit hoarse from yelling.

“Red wine for me, please,” said Maddy.

“Me too,” her sister added.

“I won’t be more than a minute or two,” said Peaches. She sauntered off toward the bar, licking pussy and ass juice off her fingers.

The wave of embarrassment that swept through Annie’s body battled with rekindled lust. Perhaps when the blonde came back, Annie could return the favor. Her earlier groping had suggested Peaches’ pussy was bare under that little mini.

“This place is wild,” Marcie said. She threw her arm around her sister’s shoulder. “Maddy, we’re not in Ely anymore!”

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Wednesday, January 2, 2019

I’m so excited! #CoverReveal #VegasBabes @Archer_Larry

Sin City Sweethearts cover


I just got the cover for Sin City Sweethearts, and I really had to share it.


The picture is a perfect representation of my characters Madeleine (the brunette) and Marcella (the blonde). They look so wholesome and innocent, don’t they? Not to mention lovely. Who could resist them?

Here’s the blurb.

Welcome to Las Vegas—leave your inhibitions at the city limits.

Like many newlyweds, Annie and Ted work hard, economize to make ends meet, live in a too-small apartment, and indulge their conjugal passion whenever possible. They’re just a bit more open-minded and inclusive about sex than most couples, having met at The Fox’s Den strip club and bonded during an orgy. Of course 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 as well as to escape their strict and 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.


I plan to release the book before the end of the month. Meanwhile, to prepare yourself, I recommend you grab copies of the two preceding Vegas Babes titles, Hot Brides in Vegas and More Brides in Vegas. They’re pure fun. Okay, maybe “pure” is the wrong word, but you will definitely be entertained.



And if you really get hooked on the world of The Fox’s Den, check out some of Larry Archer’s erotica titles. It’s his universe, after all—based on his real life adventures. You might start with Nina, the Fallen Ballerina, or perhaps Crashing the Swinger’s Pajama Party. Either one will get you warmed up for my sweethearts.



Monday, December 31, 2018

End of Year, End of Story! #amwriting #goals #WIP @Archer_Larry



The end of the story


It is seven PM on New Year’s Eve, and I’ve done it!

I just wrote “The End” on the first draft of my major work in progress, Sin City Sweethearts. This book, the third volume in my Vegas Babes series, took forever to write, mainly because work and other responsibilities limited the time I could devote to it. The book is also significantly longer than the other two installments, clocking in at more than 50K words. My characters just didn't want to stop playing around!

Originally I wanted to publish the book for Christmas. Then by New Year’s. I’ve had to revise my expectations, but I’m still thrilled to be done with it. I expect it will be out before the end of January.

Sin City Sweethearts is another sex-drenched romp set in Larry Archer’s fictional Las Vegas, peopled by strippers and swingers, bouncers and bodacious babes. (Larry has promised to write me a juicy intro for this book, too!)

Annie and Ted, whose outrageous wedding provided the background for More Brides in Vegas, are back, and naughtier than ever. When a pair of gorgeous, innocent college freshmen move into the apartment downstairs, Annie and Ted can't resist taking them in under their wing and providing some carnal education.

I’ll be posting a cover reveal, blurb and teasers soon. Meanwhile, you can find an excerpt from More Brides here:


Happy New Year!

Sunday, November 4, 2018

Sizzling Sunday: More Brides in Vegas #erotica #SizzlingSunday #LasVegas @Archer_Larry

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Welcome to another Sizzling Sunday!

I’m still slaving away at my WIP, Sin City Sweethearts, which will be Vegas Babes Book 3, my third story set in Larry Archer's world of sexual excess. Meanwhile, here’s a sexy and romantic bit from Book 2, More Brides in Vegas.

Enjoy!

Blurb

Who can resist love at first sight? The minute Ted saw Annie shedding her clothes on stage at The Fox’s Den, he fell head over heels for the petite, busty redhead. She had to make the first move, though, dragging him into an impromptu orgy in the Den’s VIP suite, along with technically-virgin bride Francesca, secret slut Laura, and hot black mama Chantal.

Now Annie and Ted are getting married, and they’ve invited all their friends from that wild Amateur Night to the party. Taking over a vintage eighties motel with a courtyard and pool for their private function, the bride and groom expect a certain amount of carnal excess. Still, nobody’s prepared for the sexual free-for-all that breaks loose, involving not only the gals from the Den but also Annie’s rock star brother, Ted’s MILF mother, Chantal’s new slave girl, a lascivious hippie couple, a susceptible priest, the butch hotel manager, and an entire Scottish rugby team. As the wedding guests act out their secret fantasies, they push the limits of both lust and love. Finally arriving at the altar, after an exhausting, arousing twenty four hours, Annie and Ted realize that tying the knot doesn’t have to mean tying themselves down.

Excerpt

Bent over her phone and concentrating on her list, she was startled when a pair of strong arms slid around her waist and a warm mouth nuzzled her ear.

“How’s my beautiful bride?” Ted licked his way down the side of her neck, making her shiver, then turned her head so he could plant a kiss on her mouth.

“Much better, now that the groom is back!” She melted into his arms, offering him a more convenient angle. Ted kissed like an angel. For long moments, Annie dwelt in heaven.

“Everything go all right?” she asked, when he finally released her.

“Like clockwork, except that I missed you.” Ted palmed her breasts through her thin top, his thumbs circling her nipples. Her nubs snapped to attention. Pushing the shirt up to her armpits, he bent to suckle the tender buds, making them harder still. He dragged her hand to his bulging crotch. “See? I need to be inside you, Annie-belle. Right now.”

“We don’t have time, baby,” she protested, even as he shimmied her shorts down her shapely legs.

“The guests—”

“Are coming for our wedding, Annie.” He hoisted her up so she was sitting on the dining table and spread her thighs. “This weekend is about us. Our love. Everything else comes second.” Leaning in, he took a lungful of her musky scent. “You’re turned on, don’t pretend you’re not. You want me.”

“Of course I want you—oh!” Her fiancé’s tongue left a trail of fire as he swept it through her folds.

“Oh, god, that feel’s so good! Oh, Ted…!” Her lover burrowed deeper into her snatch, licking and biting, driving her crazy. “Ted—the glass doors—anyone could be watching!”

“Let ‘em watch,” he replied, tearing open his fly to release his pulsing erection. Positioning himself in the V of her legs, he drove his cock into her juicy cunt in one smooth, glorious motion.

Annie sighed with bliss as he stretched her wide. He felt incredible. No slow starts for her Ted. Right away he was pounding her pussy like a jackhammer, with a force that made her toes curl. Resting on her elbows, she opened herself to his fierce thrusts.

God, she loved the way he fucked her! She remembered the first time, in the VIP quarters at The Fox’s Den. She’d wanted him the minute she stepped onto the stage and saw him seated at the edge, his eyes following her every move. Sure, she had entered the Amateur Night contest hoping to win one of the generous prizes, to help cover her university tuition, but once Ted appeared, he was all she thought about. She’d danced for him only, to seduce him, to win him. She could see he was shy and a bit nerdy, with his glasses, clean-shaven cheeks and neatly clipped hair. Well, Annie knew how to get a guy hot. In her debut performance as a stripper, she’d used every trick she could think of.

Not that Ted really needed encouragement, once they were alone. He’d plunged his fine cock deep into her hungry cunt and ravaged her just the way she liked. Even when it turned out they weren’t exactly alone—Franny and Jake, Laura and Steve, Chantal and Foxy, even fusty old Aunt Giulia had ended up in carnal clinches in the VIP suite that crazy night—Ted hadn’t stopped fucking her until she’d climaxed four times. Only then did he roar and fill her with his cum.

A true gentleman, her Ted. With a very talented cock.

He continued to ram into her body, which was draped at the perfect height on the sturdy dinette table. Wrapping her legs around his waist, she held on, gripping his wonderful cock with her inner muscles. Ted growled—she knew he loved that—and pumped even faster.

An orgasm shimmered on her horizon, glittering with promise. Tightness gathered in her pelvis. Her clit ached; she needed friction. Arching up, she ground herself against his body, forcing his cock even deeper.

Yes! He slammed into her. She clenched down as cataclysms of pleasure shook her, starting deep in her belly and rippling out to her extremities. The climax went on and on, aftershocks rumbling through her one after another. Her lover continued to plow her shuddering pussy as the last echoes died away. Finally he jerked, yelled and poured his spunk into her twitching hole.

Ted slumped down on top of her, panting. She let her legs flop onto the table and slipped her arms around his neck, pulling his head to her breasts. He was too tired to lick them, but his warm breath soothed her.

“I love you,” she told him, running her fingers through his hair. “And you were right. That was just what I needed to relax.”

“Mmm,” he answered, burying his face in her ample tits. For long minutes they lay there, sated and content, in a world of their own.

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