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Love,
Alexis

Curves for the Billionaire

Excerpt

Zachary was sitting on the sprawling sofa, engrossed in the newspaper, a snifter with a generous shot of cognac cradled in one hand.

He looked up as he sensed her approach and for a moment he just stared at her.  Samantha revelled in his look of blatant appreciation, belatedly wishing that she hadn’t been so hasty in dismissing the young women.  A strategically-placed fan set on high would have added the final touch to the fantasy.  But Zachary didn’t seem to mind that the dress wasn’t blowing up around her ears and revealing the tiny thong which was the only thing she wore under the dress.

“You look incredible!”

He got up and stalked towards her like a hunter, his eyes drinking in her magnificent curves.  Samantha shivered with awareness at the look in his eyes.

“You do realize wearing this dress will have consequences, don’t you?”  His voice sounded strained and it filled her both with a sense of power and a frisson of fear.  She’d wanted him to lose control, but she may have been rather more successful than planned she realized when he literally growled, “God, I need to have you again!”

He kissed her then, his tongue delving deeply.  Samantha welcomed his touch eagerly, thrilled at the urgency of his hands as they slipped first under the top of the dress and tweaked her nipples into twin points of need before reaching under the hem, grasping her behind and grinding her hips against his.  She ground hers right back and he shuddered in reaction.

“Come here.”  Taking her by the hand he led her to the chair he had just vacated, bending her over the back of it and throwing the hem of her dress up over her head.  She blushed as she imagined what he was seeing—the full cheeks of her bottom with just the slender string of the thong between and her full, firm thighs elongated by four-inch heels.  His gasp of arousal told her that he found the sight just as provocative as she’d hoped.

Her juices were already flowing.  Eagerly, she opened her legs wider at his urging, tilting her bottom upwards so that he could penetrate her deeply.  Instead he dropped to his knees behind her and literally buried his face in her wetness as he began to eat her with no mercy—clamping the nub of her clitoris between his lips and tugging on it before sticking his tongue deep inside her and moving it back and forth with the same vigour he had displayed earlier.

“Yesss, ye-ss, yesss…yess, ye-ss.”  Her cries and moans filled the room as Zachary gave her notice that her gentle initiation was over—she would be taken relentlessly from here onwards.  She beat the sofa with her fists as he carried on without giving her a moment of respite.  But just as she felt her orgasm build to the point of no return, he stopped abruptly.

“Zac, please!” she begged.

“I’m not ready for you to come yet.”  He got to his feet and walked around the sofa, freeing his erection on the way.  When he was standing directly in front of her he commanded, “Open wide for me, sweetheart.”

Samantha braced her hands on the sofa and did as instructed, surprised at how eager she felt to taste him again.  With her hands occupied with bearing her weight he had total control of how deeply she took him.  Yet, he stood slightly out of reach, letting her just tongue the tip of his shaft at first, and then inch by inch moving closer until she had him lodged firmly at the back of her throat.  There was still a few more inches to go, but he wrapped his hand around the base himself before starting to thrust smoothly into her mouth.

When he pulled out and offered his balls for her to suck on she did so eagerly, relishing the round smoothness under the scrotal covering.  While she was thus occupied, Zachary bent over her and gently slid the middle finger of his free hand into her moist heat.

“You’re so wet…and so unbelievably tight,” Zachary groaned as if in anticipation of burying himself inside her.  He squeezed his finger inside her again, eased it out almost fully and then thrust it inside her again.  He rapidly built the tempo until she was a breath away from coming.

Again he stopped and walked around the sofa.

This time he parted her nether lips with his thumbs and pressed just the tip of his shaft inside her.

“I love the way your pussy grips the head of my cock like a fist, baby.”  Pulling it out, he did it again and again until she almost went mad with frustration.

“Tell me what you want,” he taunted.

“You know what I want!”

“I want to hear you say it.”

“Please!”

“Please what?”

“Please fuck me!”  Samantha felt herself blush as she uttered the unfamiliar word, but she needed him inside so desperately she was beyond pride and shame.

My Brother's Best Friend

Excerpt

I come from a brainy family.  My parents met at Oxford and both have PhDs, and my brother David just started the third year of his medical studies there.  I started University College London yesterday. It’s a decent university but doesn’t rank with Oxford and Cambridge for prestige.  I know you’re thinking, poor girl, the brother got all the brains.  Absolutely not true!  I could have gone to Oxford just on connections if I wasn’t brainy too, but I swear to you, UCL was my first choice.  Up until three years ago I had been looking forward to going to Oxford and having fun—fucking around and studying as little as possible.  Then Simon, my brother’s best friend, didn’t get the grades he needed to get into Oxford and had to go to UCL instead because his father isn’t as well connected as mine.  So I hadn’t even applied to Oxford since I didn’t want to be anywhere Simon wasn’t.  My mother had been furious, but I shed a few crocodile tears and said that I didn’t want to be so far away from home, that I would miss my daddy.  I didn’t say that I would miss her too—just to be spiteful.  My daddy comforted me and said I could go wherever I wanted to.  He’s a pushover and still thinks I’m about four years old.  And anything his little darling wants, his little darling gets.

My first day at university was okay - lots of new students losing their way in the massive building and trying to look cool while they desperately trying to find the right rooms for the next lectures.  I was hoping to see a hot guy or two, but most of the boys looked the same as my friends’ brothers—skinny and pimply.  But bliss!  Simon came to see how I was settling after lectures yesterday.  He looked as gorgeous as ever and I decided there and then that I couldn’t wait until the weekend to seduce him as I had planned.  I had waited five years to fuck him and I honestly couldn’t wait another second.

Club Rules

Excerpt

Marianne Styles checked her reflection one last time before turning her head to smile at her husband.  “I’m ready.”

“Yes, you are,” Timothy agreed, wrapping his arms around her, taking care not to smudge her carefully-applied lipstick.  “There won’t be a single man there who will be able to resist you.”

“Do you have a preference tonight, or do you want me to choose?”

“Young and curly blond, but I’m willing to change my mind if something else catches my fancy.”

“Blond…with curly hair just slightly overlong, I think,” Marianne mused.  “I’m getting wet just thinking about it.”

“Don’t get too wet, you naughty woman,” Timothy warned and spanked her lightly.  “Do remember that you have several hours before you’re allowed to come again.”

Marianne laughed as he momentarily pressed his semi-hard cock against her heart-shaped bottom before sliding his hand down her arm to grasp her hand and lead the way out of their large, comfortable bedroom.  She had never imagined that married life would be so wonderful, that it would get better and better as the years went by.

Standing three and a half inches over six feet in his silk socks with thick, wavy dark hair and the bluest eyes she’d ever seen, Timothy was her fantasy in the flesh.  She had met him when her company had catered for his father’s sixtieth birthday party.  It had been a black-tie affair and her first job for a really influential client.  She’d been so nervous that night she’d smoked for the first time in four years. She’d been guiltily puffing on the cigarette she’d purloined from her chef’s jacket when Timothy had ventured outside for some fresh air.  She’d hastily extinguished the cigarette and made to go back inside, but he’d begged her to stay and chat for a while.

It turned out that he’d been looking for an excuse to talk to her since he’d seen her arrive earlier in the evening, her long titan hair pulled into a sever chignon and hour-glass figure ill-concealed by unflattering, catering white.

Less than two weeks later she moved into his Kensington home, though she kept her Fulham flat until they got married three months after with only their parents and a handful of close friends present.

Tonight they were on their way to the exclusive The Horny Emperors’ Club.  Gaining membership was the pinnacle of achievement for wealthy bankers, doctors and lawyers alike.  There were no immediate members of the Royal family among its membership, but several of their relatives and close friends could regularly be found there.  No other club had quite the same mixture of decadence and classy elegance.  There were over six thousand people on its waiting list and few of those had any chance of ever setting foot in the hallowed halls of the club since membership was granted only on the death of a member.  As a courtesy the deceased member’s place was first offered to his eldest son, if the club’s management decided that he was mature and of consequence enough.  Non-members who were lucky to have friends as members were allowed in on the first Saturday to witness The Entertainment Special Night.  These were the tamest of the club’s nights and ranged in variety from Grammy-award-winning singers to the best pole dancers and naked acrobats in the business.  Non-members were shocked by these nights and became even more eager to join.  Few imagined that what they witnessed was only the tip of the iceberg of the iniquity the club was known for.  The real wickedness happened on other Saturday nights when only the close circle of members were present and nothing done or said was frowned upon or discussed outside the club.  The club was so exclusive that the law had no jurisdiction inside its walls.  If the rapture happen as predicated, the club and its members would be the first to descend into Hell.   

This wasn’t a first Saturday.  Marianne smiled in anticipation as the valet opened the car door and extended a hand to her. She placed her hand in his and swung her legs elegantly outwards, giving the young man a flash of her bare legs and red panties as the matching sheer netting she wore parted to reveal her to his gaze.  The fact that his grip didn’t falter was a testament to the fact that sights of exposed flesh were a commonplace occurrence at the club.  He extended his elbow politely and escorted her to the other side of the car where Timothy was waiting having handed his keys to the other valet who would park the Ferrari.

Marianne entered the club on Timothy’s arm and felt exactly as she did every time she came to the club—that she had wandered into a sultan’s harem.  It was decadent, opulent to the point of obscenity, catering to wealthy men’s every need and whimsy.  Several of the members were also members of the UK Swingers Club and were accompanied by their wives or partners, others whose wives had less liberal sexual views left them at home and came along to join the fun and games knowing that there would be an abundance of holes for fucking anyway.

Several masked, scantily-dressed young men and women mingled discreetly as they’d been instructed to do earlier in the evening.  They weren’t members and had been carefully chosen for their good looks and physical attributes.  At the end of the evening they would be paid more than they earned in a month working for high street banks and other such financial institutions.  If they proved popular with members they could amass deposits for first properties in less than three months and buy whole properties within a year.  But few lasted six months because the members’ jaded palettes demanded a constant supply of fresh, firm young flesh.

This was London as only the very select knew it.  A world of privilege and debauchery.  A world most of us would gladly join, if only we were asked....

Nicely Naughty 2

Blurbs
Nicely Naughty2 is a collection of four short stories which are each published as separate Kindle books.  Buying this collection will save you 50% of the cost of buying them individually.

MY DAD’S BOSS

Victoria’s dad loves his midday drink but doesn’t have a head for hard liquor.  Now he’s in trouble with his boss and needs her to convince the man to let him keep his job.  When she was younger, a sweet smile and a little pleading had done the trick.  Now she’s eighteen, it will require a lot more than smiles and begging to accomplish her mission; she’ll be lucky if she doesn’t have to resort to using her tight little pussy.

REAR ENTRY

Christina has simple desires in life: to be a pampered wife and to be taken anally on a regular basis.  She marries Royce, a rich older man, thinking that any man who marries a woman a third of his age must surely be open to all sexual possibilities.  To her dismay Royce doesn’t believe in anal sex.  Something for gay men, he tells her.  How fortunate for her then that his son, Robert and his twin grandsons, Bryan and Ryan, are all strong believers and regular practitioners in the art of rear entry.

MY SISTER’S BOYFRIEND

Lily has lived in her slutty big sister’s shadow all her life.  A former model, Suzanne, can get any man she wants, but that didn’t stop her from stealing the one Lily wanted.  Now, Suzanne has a new boyfriend: sexy, rich, handsome Alexander Llewellyn whom she’s lied to, pretending to be a virgin.  Alexander is disappointed when he realizes that Suzanne is as far from being a virgin as a woman can be, but he forgives her and.  Suzanne, however, can’t stay faithful to any man, no matter how handsome or rich for more than a week.  When Alexander visits unexpectedly and Suzanne out with another man, Lily decides that Alexander deserves better than her lying, cheating sister and she’s got what he wanted so badly—her virginity.

SPANK ME, SANTA!

Laura Bowman has had a Santa Claus fantasy for years and fully expects it to remain a fantasy, until she innocently sits on Santa’s lap to convince her niece that Santa is harmless.  She discovers that Santa is anything but!  When he promises her a spanking for Christmas, all she has to do is turn up for the rendezvous.  Will she dare?

Nicely Naughty

Blurbs

NICELY NAUGHTY

Nicely Naughty is a collection of short stories which are each published as separate Kindle books. Buying this collection will save you 50% of the cost of buying them individually.

 

TONI

All her life female pseudo hermaphrodite Toni Montgomery has felt that something was missing.  Beautiful, bright and successful, she has lived a life bringing pleasure to people around her, but will she ever find someone for herself? 

IMAGE IS EVERYTHING

As Mistress Ophelia, Chloe Daniels indulges her voyeuristic fantasies to the full.  Having loved and lost the love of her life, she’s content to live vicariously through others.  Until, that is, she gets a glimpse of the aristocratic Mr Perfect and his not-so-aristocratic endowment.

ELUSIVE INNOCENCE

Nineteen-year-old Venezuelan Lisel Herrera would do anything to get her mother out of the hellhole of a jail where she’s serving time for protecting her daughter from the lecherous advances of a corrupt policeman.  When an opportunity to earn money pretending to be a much younger girl comes her way, she jumps at the chance knowing exactly the kind of man her handsome, wealthy employer Gareth Anderson is.  But even knowing what he is, she’s drawn to him against her will.

TURNING MY MAN OUT!

When Vanity discovers that her man might be susceptible to a little anal play, she sets about conquering him.

My Sister's Boyfriend

Excerpt

“Don’t forget to check caller ID before you answer the phone,” Suzanne, my twenty-year-old sister, warned for the hundredth time as she slung her Gucci holdall over her shoulder and checked her image one last time in the large antique mirror in our living room.

“I heard you the first time, Suzie,” I snapped back, annoyed with her.  She had promised our parents that she would stay with me over the weekend while they were in Paris for their twenty-first wedding anniversary.  And now, less than three hours after they had caught the Eurostar at St Pancreas, she was leaving for a date and looking as though she planned to spend the night in some man’s bed instead of her own.  I turned eighteen three weeks ago, but I was still scared to be home alone in an empty house at night.

“I told Alexander I’ve got the flu and my period’s due, so he shouldn’t call,” she said, adjusting her breasts until she was satisfied that maximum cleavage was on display.  She turned away from the mirror and said with a curl of her sexy lips, “But he’s so fucking caring, he might call later just to see if his little darling’s okay.”

Suzanne looks like a doll and men love her.  We both have wavy dark hair, dark eyes and ridiculously long eyelashes we inherited from our mother, but Suzanne is six inches taller at five-foot-ten and the features looked more refined on her oval face.  Her cupid-bow lips, for instance, look fine on her, but looked too pouty for my heart-shaped face.  I don’t wear lipstick because once when I was fourteen and home on holidays from boarding school, a man standing at the bus stop waiting for the bus too, told me that I had nice lips to give head.  I was so embarrassed I ran out of the bus stop and walked all the way home.  Suzanne would have either punched him or dropped to her knees and given him head right there in front of the other three people at the bus stop.  She’s bold and doesn’t give a damn about anyone.  Sometimes I wished I was more like her....