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!
Blurb
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.
Excerpt
“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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