Sizzling Sunday: Taking over the stage -- #Erotica #AmateurStripper #SizzlingSunday

Happy Sunday!

It’s been a while since I posted a Sizzling Sunday feature. Not for lack of material, of course! Indeed, it’s sometimes hard for me to find PG excerpts from my books, to post for blog hops where explicit content is frowned upon.

Anyway, today I’ve decided to give you a sample from the first book in my outrageously fun Vegas Babes series, Hot Brides in Vegas.

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?

Exclusive Excerpt

“Ladies and gentlemen!” Larry strode onto the stage. His silk shirt gleamed in the spotlight. He stood with his legs apart, the bulge between them apparent to Laura even from her position off to the side. The image of his massive cock rose in her mind. It only made her wetter.

“Welcome to Amateur Night at The Fox’s Den!”

The audience roared its approval. He held up his hands to quiet them.

“Tonight we’re privileged to have four delightful dancers to entertain you. These lovely young ladies are competing for the grand prize of one thousand dollars.”

Deafening applause forced him to pause once more. “Thank you for your enthusiasm.” He grinned. “But please save it for the dancers. Our decision about the winners will be based on your approval.”

“Yeah!” shouted one rowdy patron. “Bring ‘em on!”

Once more Larry gestured for attention. “I just want to remind you; if you like a girl, give her a big hand. Foxy and I will be listening to the people’s voice.”

As if on cue, a spot flew over the crowd to a table in the corner. The woman sitting there rose and waved.

“Foxy! Foxy!” chanted the crowd.

She had to be at least six feet tall. A cloud of wild, dark hair made a dramatic halo around her gorgeous face. Smiling broadly, the statuesque beauty downed a shot of what might have been tequila and blew a kiss to the crowd. She wore a skimpy wife-beater top, slashed to ribbons so that her tits were clearly visible, and a skirt so short that it was more like a wide belt.

With all she’s seen during this eventful day, the outfit still struck Laura as outrageously slutty. It sure looked good on her, though.

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.

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Sizzling Sunday: New MM paranormal release – #MMRomance #PNR #99Cents

Next Wednesday, as part of my Paranormal January event, I’ll be releasing the third paranormal book of the month. At the Margins of Madness is an emotional MM tale about the love between a psychically-gifted – or afflicted – young man and the police sergeant who picks him up from the streets. It also intensely erotic. So I thought I give you a preview for Sizzling Sunday, an exclusive excerpt just for you!

Blurb

Nineteen year old Kyle sees visions of disasters, visions that tear his world apart. Everyone assumes that he is schizophrenic, but Rob, the cop who picks him up off the street, knows better.

Rob's own experience has taught him that psychic powers are real, and potentially devastating. Since his telepathic sister's brutal murder, Rob wants nothing to do with "gifted" individuals like Kyle. Yet he can't deny his attraction to the beautiful, tortured young man – an attraction that appears to be mutual.

When a brilliant, sadistic practitioner of  the black arts lures Kyle into his clutches, Rob faces the possibility that once again he may lose the person he loves most to the forces of darkness.

Note: This novel was previously published by Totally Bound under the title Necessary Madness. It has been revised and reformatted for this edition.

Excerpt

Kyle was far too young for him. Kyle was either dangerously unstable or a victim of uncontrolled psychic power—possibly both. Kyle came from the streets and had probably fucked a hundred guys in order to survive. Kyle could easily ruin his career. None of that mattered. All Rob wanted was to keep the boy close.

He pulled into his parking space and killed the engine. Kyle didn’t stir. Rob gave him a gentle shake. “Kyle? We’re here.”

The youth gave him a beatific smile. “Ah, right. Sorry, guess I drifted off. I was having a great dream.” He stretched, his lithe body making Rob’s cock stiffen further. “A normal dream, for once,” he added. “Not some paranormal vision.”

“Oh yeah?” Rob led the way up the stairs to his apartment, moving awkwardly due to his erection. He stood back from the open door, letting Kyle enter first, then closed it and threw the bolt. “What did you dream?”

Kyle came up from behind and threw his arms around Rob’s chest. He rubbed the hard lump in his groin against Rob’s ass. “I dreamed that your cock was inside me,” he whispered.

Rob’s penis leapt inside his sticky shorts. He turned to face his companion. They were nearly equal in height, though Kyle had a slighter build. He pressed his lips against Kyle’s, tracing the bow-shaped outline with his tongue. Reaching down between their bodies, he palmed Kyle’s huge erection. The younger man ground himself against Rob’s hand. By the time they broke the kiss, both were panting.

“That, at least, is a dream that could come true,” Rob murmured as he unbuttoned Kyle’s shirt and unzipped the fly. The borrowed clothing was stiff with cum. They’d have to wash it well before returning it to the hospital.

Kyle’s smoky scent rose from his exposed pubes. His cock jutted towards the ceiling, a rod of ivory tipped with ruby. “I think I need a shower first,” he commented with a grin. “Come on.”

Kyle led the way to the bathroom. Rob hastened to follow, dropping his clothes on the way. The glass door of the shower stall was already misted with steam when he stepped inside. Kyle stood under the showerhead, his back arched, jet locks slicked back from his brow and rampant cock dripping. He opened his eyes as Rob entered. Scalding spray hit Rob’s belly.

“I like it hot,” said Kyle, spreading suds over his chest and down his taut abdomen. “Hope that’s okay.” He grasped his cock in a soapy fist and pumped it a few times. Rob thought he’d cream just from the sight.

“Hot’s fine with me.” Rob scooped a handful of foam from Kyle’s body and rubbed it over his own pecs. His nipples stood up like triggers from the mat of soapy fur. Kyle reached out to tweak one of the aching beads. A thunderbolt of pleasure struck Rob’s groin.

Kyle’s nipples were hidden by soapsuds. Rob trailed a finger through the lather, from Kyle’s navel to his collarbone, then spiraled around Kyle’s breast, exposing damp skin. He snagged the nub at the apex between thumb and forefinger and squeezed. Kyle gasped.

“Like that, boy?” He pulled Kyle’s slippery body against his own, straddling the other man’s thigh.

“Yeah, I do…”

Rob’s cock slid back and forth across Kyle’s wet flesh. He pinched the rosy head of Kyle’s erection. Kyle yelped in surprise.

“And that?”

“Oh, yeah. Anything, Rob, I like anything you do to me.”

Kyle whimpered with pleasure as Rob milked his cock. Kyle seemed so delicate, so malleable. Fierce lust boiled up in Rob’s heart. His cock was stone. More rough than he’d been before, he turned the boy around, pressing Kyle’s hips against the tiles, then flattened himself against the other man’s back. He ran his erection along Kyle’s butt crack, sliding over the soapy skin.

“And you want me to fuck you?” He jerked his hips, forcing Kyle closer to the wall. “You want my cock in your ass?”

“Please…”

Rob explored the crevice between Kyle’s cheeks, stroking, testing. “Spread your legs. Open for me.”

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Sizzling Sunday: Exotic new realms of the senses – #RawSilk #Thailand #SizzlingSunday

For the first Sizzling Sunday of the new year, I have a tantalizing excerpt from my very first novel, Raw Silk. I don’t believe I’ve ever posted this bit before. Hope you enjoy it!

Blurb

In a foreign land, a woman discovers exotic new realms of the senses.

When software engineer Kate O’Neill leaves her lover David to take a job in Thailand, she becomes sexually involved with two very different men—a handsome and debauched member of the Thai aristocracy, and the charismatic proprietor of a sex bar.

Each touches her in a different way, each teaches her different things about her body and her heart.

Then David comes to Bangkok, and Kate realizes that, finally, she must choose one of the three men who all desire her.

 

Excerpt

A flicker of candlelight caught on the gold band around his middle finger. A chill swept through her.

“You’re married?”

“Of course.”

“And do you have children?”

He smiled proudly. “Oh yes. My daughter is twelve, and wants to be an engineer. My son is seven.” All at once, he grasped that she was concerned. “My wife is on holiday in Hua Hin, playing golf. One of the few passions we do not share. The children are visiting their grandmother for the weekend.”

Kate shifted uncomfortably on the soft cushions. “Still…”

“You are wondering whether it is appropriate for me to be entertaining you, alone, in this secluded garden, when I am a married man?”

She nodded, mute in her discomfort.

“Ah, Katherine!” He leaned close to her, and she could smell a hint of sandalwood on his skin. “We Thais see things differently, perhaps, than you in the West.” He reached toward her with one long, graceful finger, and brushed her earlobe. Her pearl earring shivered as a tingle ran down her spine.

“In Thailand, we have a long tradition of polygamy.” The finger traced a line down the side of her neck, barely touching her skin. “The position of the mea noi—the mistress or ‘little wife’—is understood, and respected. By everyone.” Now he was just grazing her collarbone with his touch.

“Nongseurat, my wife, knows that I invited you here this evening. She knows that I have been most eager for your arrival.”

Somtow held her eyes for a moment. His pale face was slightly flushed. A strange weakness overwhelmed her. She seemed unable to speak or argue. He bent over her, and took her left nipple into his mouth, through the thin silk of her dress. His lips were dry, but his hot breath made the fabric slightly damp. The nipple swelled and blossomed under his attention.

With a sigh, Kate sank back into the pillows. Somtow moved his mouth to the other nipple now, leaving the first one throbbing, aching to be touched. She closed her eyes, abandoning herself and her notions of morality.

Without losing contact with her for a moment, Somtow began a trail of kisses down the length of her body, between her breasts, across her belly. He lingered just below her navel, kissing softly, breathing deeply. The silky layer that separated him from her bare flesh seemed to heighten the sensation, as if each touch had a faint, sweet echo.

Finally, he reached her sex. Now he probed with his tongue, through the silk of her dress and her light underwear, pushing the slithery fabric up between the folds, into the crevices. Kate moaned at the amazing sensations he created. She grasped his head, her fingers threaded into his thick, soft hair. Abandoning any sense of propriety, she arched her pelvis toward his eager and talented mouth.

As he continued his oral explorations, Kate felt his cool hand upon her bare thigh. He reached up through the side slit of her dress, teasing her skin with just the slightest touch of a single finger. Those brazen fingers traveled upward to hook the waistband of her bikini panties. Removing his mouth from her pubis for no more than an instant, he pulled her undergarment down her thighs and out of his way.

Kate’s hips canted upward, trying to follow his tongue. Without any conscious decision, she found her hands upon her breasts, cupping the warm flesh and thumbing her swollen nipples. She moaned again, giving voice to the hunger he’d kindled. Somtow looked up at her for a moment. His dark eyes sparkled with answering lust.

With incredible swiftness and grace he drew her shift up over her head. Almost before she realized it, Kate lay naked before him on the cushions, wearing only her pearls, basking in his rapt gaze.

“So beautiful!” the Asian man murmured. A fingertip touched her nipple, almost reverently, sending a delicious sizzle through her limbs. His other hand brushed lightly over the auburn curls between her legs. “Katherine, you are magnificent.”

She shuddered with need as he used a single finger to part her lips and enter her aching pussy. A second finger gently and rhythmically massaged her clitoris. She lay back, closed her eyes and swam in the rich current of sensation as he continued to pleasure her. Behind the dark of her eyelids, she imagined his glowing eyes, his half-parted lips, the fluid movements of his muscles under his silken trousers.

Somtow did not hurry. Kate felt no pressure. She allowed the tension to build gradually, as she became more and more sensitive, more and more aroused. Her sex was wet, open, waiting.

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Holiday Sizzling Sunday: Santa Baby! – #Lesbian #HolidayErotica #SizzlingSunday

Outside it might be snowing – or at least chilly! – but here at Beyond Romance things are sizzling. I’ve got an exclusive excerpt today from my light-hearted holiday erotica tale Santa, Baby! I’ll bet this warms you up...

Blurb

Matt Glaser may not have the Santa Claus beard or belly, but when it comes to earning extra holiday cash, he loves his red suit like a reindeer loves carrots. This potential client, though—classy, curvy Eleanor Danforth—seems more interested in checking out his butt than his references. And two grand for a private party? Oy vey, Prancer, something's not kosher about this particular Vixen.

Excerpt

“Henry? Sorry to interrupt, but this is Matt, our Santa for the evening.”

Mr. Danforth had graying hair, but otherwise seemed hale and hearty. Unlike his wife, he was dressed casually, in a polo shirt and khakis. The two men beside him were similarly attired. One appeared to be more or less Henry’s age, the other perhaps a decade younger. All had that neatly-groomed, glowing-with-health appearance that suggested they didn’t stint on gym memberships, hair care, manicures or massages.

The host chuckled and downed the rest of his Scotch. “I imagine he’ll keep you and your friends busy, my dear.” A half empty bottle of Chivas sat on the table, along with a silver ice bucket and tongs. He poured himself another drink then turned to his companions. “Jim? Arnie? You want a refill?”

They shook their heads. “Actually, I’d like to meet those elves your wife promised…” said the younger guy with a grin.

“Of course. They’re in the kitchen, preparing the eggnog. Matt, would you mind fetching them?” Eleanor gestured in the appropriate direction.

“No problem,” I said. My route took me past Jane and Delilah. Delilah blew me a kiss.

The swinging door was shut. “Hello?” I called as I pushed it open. “Is the eggnog ready?”

The kitchen was as big and luxurious as I would have expected, with a slate floor, sleek modern appliances, racks of expensive pots and pans and a marble-topped food preparation island. What I didn’t expect was the scene on top of the island.

A blonde woman about my own age sat on the counter, leaning back on her arms. Her fur-trimmed red cap and tinsel-trimmed brassiere suggested that she was one of Eleanor’s “elves”. She also wore an extremely short skirt that matched her hat. That minimalist garment was flipped back to expose her creamy thighs and her golden pussy fur.

A second blonde in a matching outfit perched on a low stool between the first girl’s legs. Both her hands were busily engaged with her companion’s snatch. With her left, she diddled her friend’s clit. She used her right to slide a fat cucumber in and out of the girl’s juicy hole.

I froze, fascinated by the lewd scene in front of me. My cock sprang to attention. I knew I should alert the women to my presence, but I couldn’t tear my eyes from the sight of the vegetable disappearing into that wet cavity. It was probably wider in diameter than my dick. Fascinated, I watched the splayed woman’s tissues stretch as the seated girl pushed the cucumber in further. My balls tensed as I imagined my cock in place of the cuke.

The green rind gleamed, wet and slippery. The woman on the stool increased the speed of her thrusts. The other girl moaned and writhed, arching up off the marble counter to bury the makeshift dildo deeper in her cunt.

“Come for me, Betsy,” murmured the seated blonde. “Let me hear you scream.”

Still working the cucumber, she leaned closer to the wide-open pussy flesh and fastened her mouth on her partner’s clit.

Betsy released a strangled cry and convulsed in a wild climax, grinding her pussy against her friend’s face. The cucumber tumbled to the floor as the seated woman burrowed into Betsy’s snatch. She slurped and sucked—I could hear the wet sounds, halfway across the room—while Betsy’s movements grew increasingly frantic. Betsy sank her fingers into her tormenter’s hair, pulling hard and riding her lover’s mouth to a second orgasm.

The blonde on the counter collapsed backward. The woman on the stool rested her cheek against Betsy’s thigh, breathing almost as heavily. I suddenly realized I was stroking my rock-hard dick through the thin spandex. I snatched my hand away.

“Uh—hum. Excuse me…”

Betsy raised her head. She flashed me a grin.

“Oh! Hi! Didn’t realize there was anyone here… Gee, what a cute costume!”

I felt my cheeks redden under the beard. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to—um—interrupt…”

The woman who’d wielded the cucumber smiled. “Oh, you didn’t interrupt. I’m pretty sure the minx is finished, at least for now. Though if you want to have a go…”

“No, no—I mean, I’d love to but—well, Mrs. Danforth sent me to get you. You and the eggnog. If it’s ready, that is.”

Betsy slid off the counter and pulled her skirt down. Not that this helped much, since the costume hardly covered her naked ass. “It’s been ready for half an hour. Alison and I were just killing time.”

“So I see.” My dick was still painfully swollen, but after the show the girls had put on, that hardly seem to matter. “I’m Matt. Hired to play Santa. Though I’m not really sure what that’s going to entail.”

“It will probably entail some tail…” said Betsy with a giggle. “Sorry, I couldn’t resist.”

“Yeah, you couldn’t resist that cup of brandied eggnog, either,” said Alison, pinching the girl’s plump butt.

Both women were fair-haired and of medium height, but otherwise they had little in common physically. Alison was slender and willowy, with lovely long legs and palm-sized breasts. Betsy had a fuller figure, with lush tits, ample hips and delightfully rounded thighs.

Neither appeared to have much in the way of inhibitions. They seemed completely at ease in their revealing costumes.

“We’d better get out there, before Mrs. Danforth comes looking for us,” I suggested.

Alison picked the cucumber up from the floor, washed it off, opened one of the two refrigerators, and dumped it in the vegetable bin. My expression of horror must have been evident even with the beard, because Betsy chuckled.

“A little pussy juice never hurt anyone,” she said. “I’ll take this, Al.” She picked up a tray holding a crystal pitcher full of golden liquid and matching crystal cups. “Can you get the other? Matt, be a sweetheart and get the door, won’t you?”

I held the door open while the two elves marched out. They wore high-heeled black boots that made their bottoms sway enticingly. The bulge in my groin made it hard to walk.

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Sizzling Sunday: "Told you I liked cowboys." -- #Erotica #SizzlingSunday #CheapBooks

Welcome to another Sizzling Sunday! Today I have an exclusive, never-before-shared excerpt from Book 3 of my Vegas Babes series, Sin City Sweethearts. In case you haven’t visited for a while, this is one of the books currently 50% off as part of the Smashwords Summer/Winter Sale. (The first book of the series is entirely free!)

Blurb

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

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 couples—they 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.

Exclusive Excerpt (Rated X)

(At the Halloween party organized by Marcie's university department. Annie is costumed as a female devil.)

“Maddy! Madeleine McNabb! Where’s Marcie?”

A tall string bean of a fellow in a checked shirt, cowboy hat and boots strode onto the dance floor and grabbed Maddy by the arm, pulling her away from her partner.

“Heard she was here.” the young man repeated. “I need to see her.”

“Ethan! What are you doing here?” Maddy sounded both shocked and scared.

“Told you, I’m lookin’ for Marcie. My fiancée.”

Oh no! Annie suddenly remembered their stoned jokes about Ethan from Ely, Marcella’s incompetent first lover. He’d actually come looking for her! And there she was, in the corner, sucking face with some guy Annie didn’t recognize, whose fingers were buried in her snatch!

Without conscious thought, Annie swung into action. Pushing her way through the gyrating crowd, she tapped Ethan on the shoulder. Despite his obvious agitation, his eyes grew wide and his jaw dropped when he caught sight of her in all her infernal glory.

“Hey there, cowboy! Can I help you?” she purred. She ran her hand up his arm, squeezing his biceps, which were perhaps more impressive than Marcie had led them to believe. “Nothing I like better than a hard, strong cowboy…” She dropped her palm to his crotch, where as she expected she found a growing lump. “Want to come for a ride with me?”

Ethan blinked twice. His Adam’s apple jumped as he swallowed, trying to find his voice. “Uh—sorry, ma’am—I’m tryin’ to find my girlfriend. She’s a student here, an’ someone told me she’d be at this party…” His voice trailed off as Annie massaged his thickening cock through his jeans.

“Why don’t you come with me and we can look for her?” Grabbing his elbow, she tried to drag him toward the entrance, away from the corner where Marcie was now bouncing up and down in Ben-Hur’s lap.

“You know my Marcie, ma’am?”

“I know everyone, cowboy.” She flashed him a wicked smile. “Don’t you believe in the devil?”

“Yes I do,” Ethan replied sincerely, his hat swiveling as he continued to search. “An’ I’m worried he’s got his hooks into my Marcie.”

If only you knew, Annie thought.

“I’m sure she’s fine,” she continued aloud, breathing a sigh of relief as she managed to maneuver him out the door and into the foyer outside the ballroom. “Why not forget about her for a little while and pay attention to me?”

The security guard had disappeared. That explained how this interloper had managed to get into the party. Meanwhile, she needed someplace private where she could distract this young man enough to make him forget his mission.

She noticed a door labeled “Drama Club”, a little way down the corridor leading into the main part of the building. “Maybe she’s in here,” Annie babbled. “Fixing up her costume…”

The drama club room was unlocked. If Ethan had resisted, she would never have succeeded in getting him inside, but despite his continued grumbling, he let her lead. Once they were inside, she flipped on a light and locked the door. Things were complicated enough without them being interrupted.

“Sit down,” she ordered, giving him a backward push that landed him on a worn and faded sofa. His hat tumbled off behind him. Before he could react, she’d sunk to her knees on the floor and was working on his zipper.

“Ma’am—wait—please, I’m engaged to Marcella…”

Ignoring his protests, Annie fished around in his briefs until she extricated his swollen cock, which was of quite respectable size despite Marcie’s complaints. Well, it’s not what you have, she thought, but how you use it. She stroked the rigid rod of flesh with capable hands. To her delight, pre-cum gathered on the tip and spilled down the sides. She lapped at the shiny red bulb, gathering and swallowing the copious fluid.

“Don’t—” Ethan moaned, even as his cock shuddered and jumped against her tongue.

“You don’t want me to do this?” She took his appealing cockhead into her month, swirling her tongue across its curved surface while sucking gently.

“Oh…no…yes…oh!”

Tired of toying with him, Annie opened wide and swallowed his full length. He wasn’t as big as Ted (or Larry Archer), but it was still a challenge to take him all. She backed up a bit, took a breath through her nose, then sank down once more, devouring him to the root. Her nose burrowed into his coarse pubic hair, which had a musky, male smell that turned her on. Tightening her lips around his shaft, she started a smooth up and down movement, combined with the firm suction that never failed to drive Ted crazy.

He let out a groan of pleasure. She liked that. She liked the way he let her take control, too. He didn’t grab her head, or force his dick down her throat (though in some circumstances she enjoyed that, too). She had the freedom to apply all her oral skills, taking him to the brink, easing off, then ramping up the intensity once more.

When she glanced up from his cock to his face, she saw that he wore an expression of wonder. He’s only eighteen or nineteen, she reminded herself. This might be his very first blow job.

That thought made her hotter than she’d been all night. She redoubled her efforts, determined to give poor Ethan an experience he’d remember forever. Meanwhile, she pulled her thong out of the way and thrust three fingers into her soaked, steamy cunt, frigging herself in time with cock pistoning in and out of her mouth.

Faster. Deeper. His hard bulk twitched and swelled on her tongue. Her equally hard clit tingled and sparked. A pre-orgasmic wave of pleasure swept through her.

“Holy Christ, I’m gonna’ come,” he yelled. He tried to pull out, but she clamped down to keep him inside her mouth, sucking for all she was worth. A torrent of cum poured from his cock. She swallowed, hungry and eager, as his dick gushed again.

At the same time, she curled her fingers, reaching for her G-spot, and thumbed her clit. That did the trick, as it usually did, sending her over the edge into a fiery climax. Intense bliss flared deep in her sex and spread outward, burning away everything in its path. However, instinct kept her mouth sealed around Ethan’s spurting member, so that she could drink down every drop of his jizz.

His softening dick finally slipped from her mouth. She licked her bruised lips and gazed up at him.

“Wow,” he said, his voice soft, almost reverent.

“Told you I liked cowboys.”

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