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While I love writing about sex toys, my true love is erotic fiction. I will appear several times on Beth Wylde’s Yahoo Group this month talking about GLBT issues and promoting my books, in particular “Feral Heat” (m/m/f, m/m), “Lost In Her Mouth” (f/f), “Neighbors” (f/f), and my upcoming June 11, 2010 release “The Fountain Of Youth” (m/m).

Here’s the link to Beth’s Yahoo group:

http://groups.yahoo.com/group/bethwylde

My release party for “The Fountain Of Youth” will be on Beth’s group on June 24, 2010 from noon until I drop. I will host a contest and a lucky winner will get a FREE copy of “The Fountain Of Youth”!

Look for more contests during the month.

Here are dates. Mark your calendars!

June 07 – GLBTQ open discussion
June 11 – Release Date – “The Fountain Of Youth”.
June 14 – Gay male fiction day – win a free copy of “Feral Heat”!
June 15 – Bi writer’s day
June 21 – F/F day – contests! Win free copy of “Neighbors” and “Lost In Her Mouth”.
June 24 – My chat day with contest! Win a copy of “The Fountain Of Youth”
June 28 – GLBTQ BDSM day

I’m looking forward to talking to all of those who love GLBTQ fiction.

Cross posted from Butch Femme BDSM

It was hot in the kitchen, stifling and made worse by the lack of air conditioning which had picked today to give up completely. Grady had been forced to close down early, it was too much to expect anyone to work in these conditions. The engineer knew what the problem was but couldn’t fix it until tomorrow, so she’d closed up and as soon as she finished cleaning she was out of here. May as well take advantage an afternoon off and see some daylight for a change.

Grady loved her job, the restaurant was her life and even with the long hours she still looked forward to coming to work each day. Her staff were the best, hard working and loyal she couldn’t fault them. Even today they would have continued working if she’d asked them, and none of them wanted to leave her alone to clear up. She had to order them out and Hatty, her newest recruit, resisted the most. It made Grady smile thinking about Hatty and her insistence on staying, whistling softly she continued with her work.

A few minutes later the door to the kitchen crashed open, Grady turned quickly wondering what the hell was happening. Hatty came stumbling through the door barely managing to hold onto the six pack she was carrying.

“Oops” she said as she came to a halt in front of Grady, “Thought you might need a cold beer after all that cleaning” and she grinned that nearly goofy grin of hers.

Grady looked her up and down, she had changed out of her uniform and into a short skirt and cotton shirt. She looked slightly dishevelled, flushed with the heat, a bit akward but still oddly sexy. She had deep green eyes, shortish blonde hair with a fringe which fell over her left eye. She continuously attempted to sweep it back behind her ear but it resisted all attempts to be controlled.

Grady smiled, “Good timing, I was just finishing off” she untied her apron and added

“Crack a couple open while I wash up”

Hatty looked thrilled Grady noted as she headed towards the bathroom. She wondered if the teasing was true and Hatty really did have a thing for her. When she got back from the bathroom Hatty was waiting with the beer, a blanket and bottle opener.

“I thought we could go out on the roof” she said “Might be a bit cooler up there”

Grady had to agree, the kitchen was still way too hot for comfort. She took the beers from Hatty then followed her up the three flights of stairs and out onto the roof. Not a glamorous location but it was a cooler out here. Grady watched as Hatty spread the blanket in the shade of the highest wall. She really was very attractive if a bit clumsy and puppy like. Grady opened two beers as Hatty said “I’ll be back in a minute”

She hurried off almost tripping over the beers as she headed for the stairs, Grady chuckled and settled herself on the blanket, back to the wall. When Hatty came back a few minutes later she was carrying a couple of large cushions from the staffroom. She offered one to Grady and sat down on the other so they were facing each other. Grady watched her as she sipped from her bottle, she wondered what Hatty was thinking, she appeared lost in her own head as she stared up at the clear blue sky.

“It was really nice of you to come back Hatty” Grady eventually interupted Hatty’s reverie “This beer is very welcome, in fact so welcome I need another. How about you?”

Hatty took one big swig of her bottle to finish if off “Yes please” she was eager as she put the empty bottle down and immediately knocked it over. Grady removed it from harms way and handed Hatty a full bottle “Careful” she teased Hatty “Don’t drop the full one, beer sacrilege”

Hatty laughed “I’ll try not too, but I can’t promise” Grady noticed a glint in her eye and wondered again what she was thinking.

The sun was high in the sky and it was warm even in the shade, one beer down and Grady felt a little sleepy. She closed her eyes for a moment and soaked up the warmth, enjoying the lovely day. She felt herself drifting a little and then heard a loud “Shit!”. She opened her eyes immediately and saw that Hatty had spilled beer all over herself. Quite how she’d managed to get it all over her shirt and skirt Grady wasn’t sure but both were wet and it looked like a full bottle had gone.

“I’ll go get you a towel” Grady started to get up but Hatty stopped her.

“Don’t worry, it’s fine” Hatty pushed her back into a sitting position.

“But you’re soaked Hatty” Grady gently pointed out.

“I know” Hatty smiled “But a towel won’t do much good, I’ll just take them off, they’ll dry in the sun”

Grady gulped at the thought and Hatty suddenly didn’t seem so puppy like as she stood directly in front of Grady and very slowly unbuttoned her shirt. The sun was at her back and Grady could only see her in silhouette as she shrugged it off and dropped it to the floor. When she started to undo her skirt Grady felt herself flush and she wondered where she was going to look to avoid seeing Hatty in her underwear. Hatty dropped her skirt next to her shirt making no attempt to lay them out to dry and she walked slowly back to the blanket.

It was only when she got really close that the position of the sun allowed Grady to see her properly and that was when she realised that Hatty was completely naked. “Fuck” she thought as Hatty stood astride her outstretched legs.

“Shit” Grady almost said it out loud as Hatty lowered herself to her knees so she straddled Grady’s thighs. Grady gulped and suddenly felt like a clumsy puppy herself as Hatty looked her straight in the eye.

“See Grady, no need to worry about wet clothes” she took Grady’s hand and guided it between her legs. Grady’s instinct kicked in as soon as she touched Hatty’s tender clit and felt the wetness gathered there. She teased, stroking her thumb in small circles with little pressure. She entered Hatty slowly watching her face and rewarding the downward motion of her hips with a firm upward thrust.

“God Grady that feels good” Hatty whispered. Grady increased then decreased the pace of her fingers and thumb, testing Hatty’s desire. She watched carefully, guaging accurately when Hatty was approaching orgasm and withdrawing completely. Hatty’s face fell and she moaned with frustration.

“Relax Hatty” Grady smiled wickedly as she slipped herself out from between Hatty’s legs and stood up “You’ll get what you want” and she began to unbuckle her belt while Hatty knelt in front of her and watched. Grady dropped her jeans and reached inside her boxers to pull her cock out. She mentally patted herself on the back for switching cocks when she’d gone to wash up earlier, being prepared was never a bad thing. Hatty knelt patiently the sunlight catching her naked flesh and making it glow. Her lips were parted slightly and as Grady approached her she reached a hand towards her cock.

Grady wasted no time, she grabbed Hatty’s hair and filled her mouth with cock, “Good girl” said praised as she eased backwards and forwards, delighting in the way her cock disappeared deep in Hatty’s mouth.

“I can see you like that” Grady looked into Hatty’s eyes, listened to the thickness of her breathing as she sucked and hung on tight to her own building passion. Suddenly it was too much for her, she pulled away from Hatty and ordered “Lie down”

Hatty was on her back instantly “Fuck me Grady” she reached up to pull Grady down quicker. “I want your cock” Grady didn’t need asking twice, she filled Hatty smoothly with one stroke and matched Hatty’s resulting moans with deeper thrusts.

As she fucked Hatty on the roof on a hot afternoon she realised how much this clumsy, puppy like, sexy woman had got under her skin. Which only made her pull Hatty closer and fuck her even harder.

Cross posted from Packing Vocals

I’ve had a couple of really intense sexual dreams lately, dreams where I was fucking you, hard and smooth. There was no way to tell if my cock was bio or strap on, just that it was real, belonged to me, was owned and used by me. Flesh and silicone, leather and blood it felt the same because it was the same. I could feel it pulsing, stiff and avidly filling you. I knew it was good and simply right to have my cock buried inside you. Every nerve ending in my entire body was shouting its joy, howling it loud and fucking clear. And I knew that you felt it too.

On top of you, I had you pinned by my weight and excessive desires. You were immobile apart from the compulsory movements caused by my continued and necessary thrusting. But your eyes were alive and dynamic, telling me and yelling out for more. With diminished vocabulary and a vocal range drastically reduced to a few grunts and guttural moans you declared how much I was fulfilling your needs.

Your body betrayed you, gave you away and to me at every stroke. I can play its games and win, read its wants and wet, wet, needs with ease. It thrills me to see you like that, given up, given in, surrendering entirely to my care and strict demands. Giving to my cock everything I want to take and more than I can dream.

The stream of profanity running constantly through my head goaded me, incited and drove me on yet most of it didn’t breathe fresh air. It really was pure filth in its finest impure form and what slipped through was tame and limp in comparison. Eventually, as time glides by you’ll hear it all I’m sure and the most disgusting lewdness will be music in your ears.

I know that I still bury it, the need, the longing, that I’m very good at digging great deep holes and throwing parts of myself inside. And for all my written swagger and cocksure words there are times when the real desire is swamped. When the terrified baby boy butch cowers inside and ceases to be able to connect the power and control to meaningful forward motion. When that happens, when I become inarticulate and powerless and submerged under the weight of forty fake years then maybe. Maybe those dreams are simply my way of fighting back.

And for all we’ve done and dreamed and talked about you still have no idea how much and how many ways I want to take you.

I bit of literary work…from me this week.

Do you remember the awesome site called Sugasm where one could fins the best round-up sex blogers? Although not the owner it was entirely managed by the fabulous Radical Vixen. She has a wonderful blog of her own and she asked me a while back to guest blog for her Vixen Invites Series. It took quite some time for me to find the right inspiration but when it came it hit hard.

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Playing Cops and Robbers – by Mystress Lady Evyl

In a quiet booth on a quiet Sunday night we are half way though eating our dinner at a local restaurant. I have travelled a long way to be here to give one of my workshops and this man I am sharing a meal with was chosen as a possible good match to play with and serve me while I was touring the local dungeon party circuit. They were right, we were a good match.

Sunday is my last day here and I am spending it alone with him. It’s been a great day so far playing tourist. Before dinner this man asks if we can stop by his place so he shower before dinner, he has not been home since Saturday lunchtime. Once at his home I get the grand tour. It’s a nice house, big, sparse in furniture and clean. The most exciting thing for me actually is a closet in the basement. That is where his police uniforms are stored, real ones. He is not full time but he is on the force. I make a mental note.

As the waiter walks away from our table I say to him “I want you to fulfill one of my fantasies tonight”. He looks up at me quizzically and is very attentive. We had already discussed my little fetish for play fighting and wrestling over the weekend. I say “I want you to put on your cop uniform and we will wrestle with you in it”. He was not expecting that. His eyes grew wide open and he hesitated for a moment. But he agreed willingly once the hesitation passed.

Dinner is finished lasciviously and we make our way back to his place. We chat for a bit and then he excuses himself and goes to the basement. He is gone for some time and I know he is changing. I call out to him after a while to see if all is OK and he answers he is in the bathroom. Yeah, sure! I make way up to the top floor where the bedrooms are. I choose my hiding place behind the door of the guest bedroom. If he is playing the cop well I am going to be the criminal in pursuit. I hear him coming up the stairs. I watch him appear through the crack between the door frame and door. My heart sinks and I melt, he is gorgeous and confident all dressed up in his uniform. He first heads in the opposite direction than the room I am in. Moments later he is back in the hallway with a look on his face that says ‘where is she’. Eventually he comes in the room I am hiding in. His back is to me, he is 2 feet away. I am frozen and hesitant; I just want to watch him. But I wake from my reverie and I attack him from behind.

Now why do I have a wrestling fetish? I do not know. I have never been in a fight and I don’t have siblings. I just know it is exciting and I am pretty smart in trying to find a way out in general. Just before we hit the bed I notice he already has a pair of handcuffs in his hand ready to ‘take me’. Sneaky bastard, I’ll give him a fight. Now of course had I been a real criminal I would have been in handcuffs in no time. He is letting me struggle a bit. But after a while I am on my back and my left arm is twisted behind my back and it HURTS. “Hold it, time out. No pain” I say. He answers “I’ll never get the cuffs on you then without a bit of pain if fighting, that would be normal procedure for an arrest”. “Too bad” I say, “I am the Mistress and I do not do pain, you’ll just have to wrestle longer”. He lets go of my arm and its back to fighting. Since the beginning he has me pinned down in no time but every time he tries to let go one of his hands to try and cuff me that is when I get sneaky and try to escape. I can actually see him getting a little frustrated as to how he should deal with this problem. But we are also giggling and are having so much fun.

Next thing we are falling off the bed and land on the opposite side of the room. This feels like a movie scene a bit and I love every moment of it. We have been struggling a good 10 minutes now. I feel out of breath and I can see the beads of sweat falling off his forehead onto me. Suddenly I feel a route of escape and try to crawl away but before I make my getaway he grabs my ankle. The thing is my pants are loose and I am not wearing a belt so as I keep struggling I actually slip half way out of my pants. He is back on top but I keep fighting…so much so I realize later I have made a mess of his wall with pant marks. I am getting tired and eventually give in just enough for him to get the cuffs on me. The criminal has been caught and is laying face down on the floor with pants around the ankles now. I am helped to my knees and we are both exhausted after a good 15-20 min of wrestling. I feel completely exhilarated and loved every minute of it.

Now he takes out a plasticized paper and proceeds to read me my rights and informs me I have been arrested. His face relaxes and he looks at me with a coy smile “Now it would be a shame for a lovely young lady like you to have a criminal record. If you promise to behave I’ll take those cuffs off and we can maybe come up with an arrangement to wipe you record clean”. OMG I love this guy, he is so creative, playing his role to the very end. I agree to behave and the handcuffs are removed. The role play scene is over. We catch our breath on the bed and are laughing. I ask him if it’s the first time he does this with his uniform on, certain I am not the first to ask. He tells me indeed some have asked in the past but this is the first time he has ever agreed to it because he trusts me. I actually accidentally ripped off a minor accessory of his uniform during the struggle. He picks it up and offers it to me as a souvenir. Although I do take back the reigns of control, I do ‘clear my record’ and leave without a criminal record

Since I have been back home whenever that guest room is brought up in our conversations it is referred to as the wrestling room. Every time I see the souvenir I cherish the memory of that night. I can definitely say that is one of my top fantasies now fulfilled. I have checked it off the list.

Title: Vamps

Includes short story “Neighbors” by Elizabeth Black

Publisher: Torquere Press

Release Date: December 23, 2009

Format: E-book and print book

Type: Anthology

Authors: Shanna Germain, Tracey Shellito, Teresa Noelle Roerts, Penelope Friday, JT Langdon, Erin O’Riordan, Mercy Loomis, Kate Cotoner, and Elizabeth Black

Genre: Erotic lesbian romance and erotica

Category: “Neighbors” – contemporary lesbian
(total anthology categories include lesbian, contemporary, paranormal, and vampire)

Buy link: http://www.torquerebooks.com/index.php?main_page=product_info&products_id=2412

Starting at: $5.95

Edited by Lorna Hinson with stories by Shanna Germain, Tracey Shellito, Teresa Noelle Roberts, Penelope Friday, JT Langdon, Erin O’Riordan, Mercy Loomis, Kate Cotoner, and Elizabeth Black

BLURB FOR “VAMPS”

Seductive. Dangerous. Sexy. Girls with fangs, women who hunt vampires, lovers who only come in the dark of the night. Vamps are not just female vampires; they’re femmes fatales. They’re the women your mother warned you about, and the things that go bump in the night. They’re beautiful and terrible, loving and disdainful.

Nine stories that range from historical to modern and from hard-boiled mystery to fantasy explore the world of the female vampire. They’re strippers and goddesses, bluestockings and hippies, but they all have one thing in common. Lust. Lust for blood, and lust for life, or maybe unlife. All of the night stalkers in Vamps are ready and willing to find a good time.

Some of the best authors in lesbian erotica and romance are here, spinning tales about the dark world of creatures of the night, and about the women who love them, women who are drawn to the power and freedom that the vampire embodies. Vamps features stories from: Shanna Germain, Tracey Shellito, Teresa Noelle Roberts, Penelope Friday, JT Langdon, Erin O’Riordan, Mercy Loomis, Kate Cotoner, and Elizabeth Black. Vamp up your life a little today!

BLURB FOR “NEIGHBORS”

Conservative, staid Annie expected peace and quiet when she moved into the Calvert Street Apartments. Hoping to get some work done, since she worked from home, she set up her flat and her daily routine in her usual, boring, unsurprising way. Little did she know that her new neighbors, Angelina and Charlotte, would give her a run for her money in the excitement department. Angelina and Charlotte awakened Annie’smost secret lusts as they lured her out of her safety zone and into their fevered way of living.

EXCERPT FROM “NEIGHBORS”

It was dark when she heard clattering next door, and awakened on a couch. She couldn’t remember where she was. Once she caught her equilibrium, she recalled watching sitcoms on television while lying on the couch in the living room and falling asleep during a blue jeans commercial. She thought of Lina’s swinging legs encased in that napkin-sized remnant of denim, and felt her pussy go into melt-down.

She listened to the rustling in the next apartment. Charlotte and Lina had arrived home at nearly 3:30 am.

It appeared that her new neighbors had a guest. A male guest, judging from the baritone mingling with the familiar giggles.

They didn’t waste any time. The noises quickly moved from the living room to the bedroom adjacent to Annie’s bedroom.

She rose from the couch and stripped off her T-shirt, shorts, and underwear, dropping them in a heap on the floor as she walked into her bedroom. Nude, she lifted her nightgown from the end of the bed, and froze.

The bed in the apartment next door creaked. Baritone was fucking either Lina or Charlotte or both of them within a few feet from where Annie stood. Judging from the sound, that bed was positioned with one long side against the wall, just like Annie’s bed. If that wall wasn’t there, it would look like one, huge, king-sized bed.

She knelt on her mattress and touched the wall. It throbbed in time with the movement next door. Faint moaning drifted through the fake wood paneling. She pressed her torso against the wall. The throbbing pulsed through her breasts, coursed down her belly, and slammed into her groin. I’m getting warm just thinking about what they’re doing. Could the mere sound of their sex turn me on? She felt her pussy heat up and swell, moist and tender. Her nipples hardened as she rubbed them against the rough wood. Knowing that this one thin wall separated them by mere inches excited her even more. I have to be very quiet. If I make any noise, they’ll hear me through these thin walls. Her pussy pulsed in time with the thumping those hot bodies made as they pumped into each other. It tightened and cramped in search for anything big and thick to wrap itself around. She arched her back, feeling the thumping against the wall pound into her skin, through her belly, and into her warm pussy. She was so turned on she dug her fingernails into the paneling. Warm cream dribbled across her swollen lips, and slid down her right leg. She rubbed her nipples into the rough fake wood, and moaned. Soon, the creaking of the bedsprings increased to a crescendo. After a few deep and shrill ecstatic moans, all was still.

Annie hugged the wall in silence. Waves crashed against the beach outside her balcony, in time with her throbbing pussy. Sweat plastered her hair to her forehead. The strong pulse between her legs begged for relief. She lay on her back atop her sheets and blankets. Her fingers found the moist lips. She rubbed her juices on her thighs and belly. The smell was musky. Delicious. Her fingers parted her lips, and massaged until they reached her swollen clit. The slightest touch was like an electric shock. Her legs bucked with each wave of pleasure. Her breath caught in her lungs, which were so full they threatened to burst. Her heart banged against her ribs, begging to be set free. She pulled at her nipples until they hardened to the size of purple gum drops. She wished her neck was long enough that she could lower her head and suck on them.

My book “An Unexpected Guest” has recently been released by Brown Paper Bag Books/Fanny Press. This book is a very hot paranormal erotic romance. If you liked “The Haunting Of The Sandpiper Inn”, you will love “An Unexpected Guest”. I happen to love ghost stories, and both books are full of scares, thrills, excitement, lust, and ghosts.

AN UNEXPECTED GUEST
By Elizabeth Black

Release Date: November 23, 2009
Format: Paperback
Length: 202 pages
Publisher: Fanny Press
Genre: Paranormal Erotic Romance
Heat Level: Scorching
ISBN-10: 1603814272
ISBN-13 978-1603814270
Price: $14.95

Buy Link:

Fanny Press
http://fannypress.com/2009/12/12/an-unexpected-guest/

Amazon
http://tinyurl.com/yb9ya5t

BLURB

Annie’s life is in crisis, and it’s time for her to change things. She is determined to be controlled no longer by her arrogant boyfriend and overbearing mother: for the first time in her life, she is going to follow her dreams and do something she truly wants for herself. Her dreams lead her to a picturesque Bed and Breakfast by the ocean that is rumored to be haunted. As she throws fear to the wind and opens up to life’s new possibilities she meets Jason, whose long blonde hair and cheeky attitude she cannot resist.

EXCERPT

Jason’s face nudged its way into her mind as she soaked. She could not concentrate on her novel or her family memories because her thoughts drifted back to him and his engaging smile. Who was he? Why had he had such an effect on her? What did he mean that it was very important that she buy this house?

She thought of his broad shoulders and wondered what it would be like to rest her head on them. Frank was a remnant of her past now, and she needed to move on. Who would take over her passion and love for life? Would it be Jason? Although she barely knew him, she felt as if she has known him all her life. Why was that?. What did he mean to her? His long hair, blonde – so unlike the brunettes she normally preferred – fell down his back, begging for the touch of her hands.

As she soaked in the tub, she ran her hands over her breasts and belly, feeling a stirring in her pussy as she thought about Jason. Should she have accepted his invitation to get a room together? Did she miss a chance to have a hot and sexy night with a new man? While her trysts with Frank were hot and steamy, she felt no emotion, no attachment with him. Her tenderness towards Jason aroused her like no man had ever before. As she thought about Jason’s aroused stare, her hands traveled down her breasts, past her belly, and into her bush.

Her fingers found a very wet pussy as they circled her erect clit, bringing forth bursts of pleasure as Jason’s handsome face emerged in her mind’s eye. What would it be like to kiss him, to taste him? As she slid her fingers inside, she clenched hard with arousal, wanting to feel Jason deep inside her. Her fingers felt slick with her juices as she moved her fingers in and out, quickly and then slowly, rubbing inside and then against her clit as her arousal increased. She slipped further into the warm, bubbly water as she fingered herself, bringing out one hand and sliding her moistened fingers into her mouth, tasting her musk.

Originally posted on Butch Femme BDSM

Jan and Lizzie

Jan admired herself in the mirror. Her freshly cut short hair looked slick, she suited it more than she’d anticipated and she was pleased she’d plucked up the courage to get it done. She was dressed in a pale blue shirt topped with a suit jacket, tight black jeans and smart black shoes. Her hand strayed to her crouch where she fondled the visible and exciting bulge which was her new cock. Its feel and shape in her trousers plus the pressure of its base on her clit was making her excessively horny. She couldn’t wait to get to Lizzie’s house so she could try fucking with it for the first time. Grabbing her keys she hurried to the car, she didn’t want to keep Lizzie or herself waiting.

She arrived at Lizzie’s house bang on 8 o’clock, rang the bell and waited impatiently. She hoped Lizzie would be pleased with her new look and as excited as she was by her cock. Lizzie let her in and once they reached the sitting room she studied Jan carefully. “Wow” she said, “You look great” She looked for the expected bulge in Jan’s trousers and smiling she reached down to squeeze and tease Jan’s cock. Jan’s excitement rose instantly and she grabbed Lizzie and kissed her hard, as Lizzie responded she pushed her crotch against her insistently. “You’re very eager tonight” Lizzie whispered, obviously finding the situation amusing. For some reason this made Jan even more desperate and she pulled her closer, kissing her neck and running her hands eagerly over Lizzie’s back and bottom.

“I want you” she growled in Lizzie’s ear as she pushed her back towards the table. “Oh god!” was all Lizzie could mange as Jan continued to kiss her passionately while hurriedly undoing the buttons on her shirt. Jan squeezed Lizzie’s breasts, pinched her nipples and bent down to lift her skirt. Running her fingers over the fabric of Lizzie’s knickers she grinned at her rapidly moistening clit. She dragged Lizzie’s knickers down before positioning her half leaning, half sitting on the table and continuing to tease her wet clit. Lizzie responded to Jan’s desire with her own in equal amounts, and pulled frantically at Jan’s zip in an attempt to free her cock. Jan used her free hand to help and once her trousers were round her ankles she managed to release her throbbing cock. She wasted no time and thrust roughly into Lizzie’s hot, open cunt as they both lost themselves in desire.

Lizzie and Sandy

The conference was boring as hell and Lizzie couldn’t bear it any longer so she sneaked out of the main hall to have a wander round the exhibition. She wasn’t really interested in the displays but it was better than the tedious speaker she had been listening to. She paused in front of a stand offering “Exceptional Business Software Solutions” as well as the usual free pens etc, she wasn’t paying attention but a sultry voice interrupted her reflections. “Can I interest you in a demonstration?” When she looked up Lizzie saw a very handsome woman, smart business suit and perfectly groomed. The woman looked directly into her eyes and Lizzie wished it wasn’t the software she was offering to demonstrate. Her mouth opened and the word “yes” fell out before she’d even thought about it. “I’m Sandy” The woman smiled, “If you’d like to step into the office we can run through the demonstration in comfort” Lizzie had committed herself but at least the inevitably boring demo would be given by this sexy woman with the sultry voice.

Once settled into comfortable chairs in the office Sandy began her sales pitch, highlighting the advantages of the software over its competitors. Lizzie wasn’t listening to the words but was enjoying the soft seductive tone of Sandy’s voice as well as her close physical proximity in tiny office. She started to drift off into a very entertaining fantasy involving Sandy, herself and some hot, wet sex when she felt a hand on her thigh. She looked up but Sandy hadn’t faltered in her sales pitch or her manipulation of the mouse with her other hand. So she glanced down to make sure she wasn’t dreaming and saw Sandy’s hand travel slowly up her leg then under her skirt to her inner thigh. It rested there a moment while Lizzie held her breath then Sandy expertly began to tease her without breaking stride in her spiel about the software. By the time Sandy had worked her way past the thin lace of Lizzie’s knickers to find her clit and cunt she was more than ready to welcome her.

Sandy and Madeline

Walking in the woods was one of Sandy’s favourite ways to start the weekend, especially in springtime and the earlier in the day the better. Madeline, her good friend of nearly 8 years enjoyed the woods too and they tried to take a walk most Saturdays weather permitting. On this particular Saturday it was just past 6am when they’d started out, turning right at the corner of the road and a few hundred yards further on was the start of the extensive woodland which was one of the reasons they walked here. Being out in the fresh air suited them both and they sauntered casually along exchanging idle conversation, commenting on flowers and trees or savouring the sights and sounds of the day beginning. This early it was unusual to encounter anyone else and they tried to avoid meeting people, it would spoil their delight at walking alone.

Madeline decided their route as she always did, she liked to walk away from the more frequently used trails and explore new areas. Sandy was perfectly happy with this arrangement; she liked the surprise and excitement of not knowing where they would end up. After walking for half an hour or so they were well away from any signs of human life and Madeline led them to a small clearing. Sandy looked round wondering if they’d been here before, her sense of direction was poor but that didn’t matter since Madeline would always get them home. She looked at Madeline questioningly and Madeline nodded meaning this was where they would take a break. Smiling Sandy walked over to a large and very solid tree, put the palms of her hands flat against the trunk and rested her forehead gently on the rough bark. Then she waited.

Madeline nodded silent approval at Sandy’s assuming the correct position without any verbal instruction but after knowing each other for so long she shouldn’t be surprised. Without a word she stood behind Sandy, reached round and unfastened her jeans, pulling them down around her ankles. Then she eased down Sandy’s knickers and stood back for a second to admire her pretty bottom before removing the belt from her own trousers. Sandy stood perfectly still not moving a muscle, patiently waiting for her Saturday morning treat. When Madeline struck her with her belt the first time Sandy felt her mind clear and let herself fall totally into the experience of being spanked and exposed in the beautiful woodland.

Madeline and Jan

Madeline tapped her foot, “Faster boi” she ordered and Jan hurried to finish strapping on the thick silicone cock before standing up as straight as he could, arms by his side, in front of Madeline. Smiling and arms crossed Madeline looked him over for several moments before circling round him to issue a stinging slap to his buttocks. “On your back, on the bed. Now” was Madeline’s next command and Jan wasted no time in obeying, knowing he would be punished if he was too slow. Madeline roughly took hold of Jans wrists dragging them over his head and tying them securely to the headboard. Next she tied Jan’s ankles together and fastened them to the bottom of the bed. Flat on his back and unable to move Jan’s cock stood up proud from its black leather harness making Madeline smile, delighted with her boi’s obedience and the prospect of lowering her eager cunt onto his cock. But only when the time was right.

Madeline knelt on the bed one knee on each side of Jan’s legs, smoothly she pulled her white silk slip over her head so she was completely naked. She watched the passion in Jan’s eyes and the twitching of his hands which made her all the more eager to torment him. Madeline’s cunt was wet, seeing Jan helpless and so willing to submit to her every desire always made her cunt wet. She stroked her hand over her breasts, down her stomach and slipped it between her legs. Opening her lips so Jan had the best possible view she began to tease her clit, building the already burning desire in both of them. Still playing with her clit Madeline moved so she was positioned over Jan’s desperate cock, Jan’s response was to try his best to raise his hips, to get his cock another millimetre closer to the object of his need. But Madeline wasn’t ready to allow him that pleasure just yet, “Lie still” she ordered “I am going to pleasure myself until I come and then I will use your cock but throughout you will not move a muscle.”

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