Lucy will do anything to have a baby…
After the latest round of infertility treatments have failed, Lucy’s doctor suggests another form of therapy, which shocks the lovely blonde. He’s established a private clinic for only a few select patients, who will have their pick of donors. The only catch is: they must be willing to engage in intercourse the old-fashioned way with the doctor watching!
Olivia Manson plans to confront her husband and his lover at a key party held at a lovely estate. What she did not expect to find was their congenial host, Cole Custer, dead on the floor of the library. While being questioned, Olivia and Detective Brandon Lock find themselves in a compromising position. As things fall apart and marriages crumble, she suspects she might have found the man of her dreams.
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“Oh, my goodness.” I’d dropped the towel, but thankfully, it was dim enough that Detective Lock could not see me. I’d just barely put it in place again, when I bumped into him, his hands connecting with my shoulders. “I—oh, sorry.”
“It’s darker than hell.”
“It is.” We were surprisingly close. My senses were inundated with his aftershave, which gave off a woodsy and citrus aroma. “Wonder when they’ll come back on again?” His fingers pressed into my skin. The touch was entirely unexpected, but…it felt rather nice. “Do you think I’m a bad person for going behind my husband’s back?”
“You said he was cheating.”
“He is. She’s here too. It’s Wendy Pike. You should really grill her about it. Make her totally uncomfortable. She deserves it.”
“You sound vindictive.”
“I might be. I hate her.”
“That’s an awfully strong emotion.”
“She’s destroying my marriage.”
“Don’t you think your husband might be playing a part in that as well?”
“I guess.”
“I’m sorry you’re going through this.”
His concern was bewildering. “T-thank you.” He had yet to let go of me; his proximity was far too intimate, far too pleasing. “I usually don’t like cops. I’ve probably said all the wrong things. I’ve probably incriminated myself seven ways to Sunday.”
“You probably have.” There was a sultry quality to his baritone.
“Will you arrest me?”
“I might have to.”
For some reason, his threat didn’t alarm me. In fact, he moved even closer now, his grip was firm. I was only inches from his face, his cologne teasing me mercilessly. “Mr—detective. Um…I’m not sure what’s happening here…but—”
His lips covered mine, initiating a perplexing kiss. This wasn’t supposed to happen, was it? Was this an interrogation technique used on females only? Finding him utterly attractive and more than dangerous, I gave in, nearly falling into him, while his arms encircled my back. The towel was history in that moment, landing at my feet. I’d never kissed a stranger before, and I hadn’t planned on this. Now that it was upon me, I found myself enjoying every second of his full, moist lips, his inquisitive tongue, and the way he groaned when I moved against him.
His hands drifted down my back, cupping my buttocks, lifting me onto a hard cock, hidden behind his pants. “Oh, Jesus,” he uttered.
“Um…”
He picked me up, while I wrapped my legs around him, as we stumbled towards the bed. Things had escalated rapidly, taking a decidedly erotic turn. I landed beneath him; his lips were on my neck, biting and kissing, while he fumbled with his pants, undoing the belt, lowering the zipper. Because of the darkness, he was mostly in shadow, but wherever my fingers touched him, I felt heat and sinew. He was in fine shape; his muscles were firm and his stomach taut. A hand fell upon on my thigh, fingers sliding inwards, grazing my pussy. In the space of a few seconds, the encounter had transformed into a fire that now blazed out of control. His cock pressed to my sodden entrance, and, as he groaned, he slid deep, filling me to the balls.
“Oh, my…God!” I flung my head back onto the bed, surrendering completely to a stranger, who more than likely thought I was a suspect. The questioning had begun innocently enough, but this was truly shocking. “Is this really happening?” I sounded breathless.
“Yes,” he rasped, thrusting, pressing into me.
My clitoris felt huge, engorged with arousal. I wrapped my legs around him, drawing him nearer. “Mr—Brandon…ooohhh…”
“You can blame it all on me…later,” he rasped. “You’re one beautiful woman. Jesus, fuck!”
I lifted my hips to match his thrusts, reveling in the feel of him inside of me. He drove all the way to my womb, massaging every silken inch of my tunnel. I’d not wanted to have sex with any of the men at the party tonight, but this man, this masculine hunk of testosterone, he was all mine.
“Are you…married?”
“No, ma’am.”
“Engaged?”
“No.”
“Girlfriend?”
“None of the above.”
“Oh, thank…God.” I clung to him, locking my ankles. “Oh, yes. Fuck me!” I dug my fingernails into his buttocks, feeling hints of perspiration. He thrust almost relentlessly, my body tensing, preparing for a blistering orgasm. “Oh, yes! More! Oh, God…it’s so good!” I moaned deep in my throat, shuddering beneath him. He gave me no quarter. Thrusting vigorously, his breath was raspy in my ear.
Emily Stewart is about to have a spiritual awakening…
Working as a counselor at a local Bible camp, Emily finds herself in a precarious situation after Joshua Becker, the camp director, discovers her with alcohol. She’s soon over his knees being punished, as he spanks her firm, delectable derriere. His plans for Emily include seducing the blonde beauty, exploring every inch of her lush, feminine curves, and impregnating her virgin womb.
This story contains virgin sex, spanking, bondage, seduction, oral sex, lesbian sex, impregnation sex, and erotic romance. All characters are eighteen and above. Adult 18+
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“Hi, I don’t remember meeting you.” His arm was about my back, while he held my wrist. We turned gently to the music, while the lights of the disco ball flashed. “And you are?”
“Emily Stewart.”
His gaze sharpened, as he leaned in, sniffing. “You’re drunk.”
Panic gripped me. “N-no, sir.” Now he was too close, his cologne teasing me, woodsy with citrus undertones.
“I should expel you right now. I doubt you’re twenty-one. Alcohol is expressly forbidden.”
“Um…it was cough syrup. I…have a cold.”
“You’re a horrible liar as well.”
“Oh, please, sir. I’m sorry! I’ve never even had a drink before until just now. My parents will be really pissed, I mean angry with me, if I get kicked out. This is the worst thing I’ve ever done in my whole life. Well, I did break my mother’s Lladro angel once, but…I’m so sorry.”
My predicament seemed to amuse him, a strange light shone in his eyes. “Never had alcohol before, huh?”
“No, never.”
“This is the worst thing you’ve ever done in your whole life?”
I nodded. “Pretty much.”
He seemed to mull over those words. “That’s not much of a life.”
“No, sir. My parent’s are really strict.”
“Apparently.”
“What will you do?”
“You’ll need to be reprimanded.”
“What?” He led me from the floor, as onlookers ogled us. “Where are we going?”
“To my office.”
“Oh.” The hallway was darkened; the lights were off. He flung open a door, revealing a dim room. A hint of moon shone through a window. Turning on a small lamp on a table, he pivoted to face me.
“Now, Emily.”
“Y-yes?”
“I have to set an example of you, otherwise I’m a total failure as camp director, and we can’t have that.”
“Are you gonna put me on bathroom duty?”
“There’s an idea, but no.”
“What will you do?” My parent’s would be devastated if they knew I had been drinking. I stood before him with shaking knees, wringing my hands. Camp hadn’t even started yet and I had already gotten into trouble.
“I have an idea.” He had shut the door, the sound of the base thumping through the wall. “You’ve been a bad girl. You’ve broken the rules and the law. I can’t let this infringement go without addressing it, now can I?”
I gulped. “No, n-no sir.”
“Good.” He smiled slightly. “We’re on the same page.” He took a seat in a leather chair. “Now, come here and take your punishment.”
“Sir?”
He patted his knee. “Be a good girl and lean over my legs so I can spank you.”
While babysitting for the Schumachers, Danica finds a hidden stash of naughty, homemade DVDs. What she sees arouses her to such an extent…that she takes matters into her own hands.
But…two can play this game, and unbeknownst to the busty blonde, the Schumacher’s have a secret of their own. A naughty plan is set into motion to not only seduce Danica, but to impregnate her…with Mr. Schumacher’s seed.
This story contains voyeurism, a threesome, masturbation, anal sex, oral sex, lesbian sex, oral and anal creampies, and impregnation sex. All characters are eighteen and above. Adult 18+
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It would be another hour before they were home, and, on a hunch, I ventured to their bedroom, taking a quick glance around the minimalist space. There was a cabinet across from the bed, which had my interest. After opening the doors, I spied a small television and a DVD player. Wondering what sorts of movies the Schumacher’s liked to watch in bed, I glanced at a stack of DVDs. Most of them were older movies, but some on a lower shelf looked promising. To my annoyance, they were all workout DVDs. Closing the cabinet, I opened a drawer or two, feeling around for anything interesting.
I knew snooping wasn’t ethical, but I was bored, and who could be this dull? There had to be a sex toy somewhere. I glanced at myself in the dresser mirror, seeing a blonde with pale blue eyes. I knew I was attractive, having been told so from an early age, and I had relied on my looks most of my life, but the expression on my face gave me pause. There was something predatory in my appearance, aggressive…needy? All the snooping had made me yearn to find something illicit to prove that this goody two-shoes couple had a naughty secret or two up their sleeve. I felt around in the bottom of a drawer, finding nothing.
Thinking that I had heard a car, I raced from the room, realizing belatedly that I had left the lights on. If they were in the driveway, they would know I had been in their bedroom. I panicked on the stairs, turning back, rushing to their room, and throwing down the light switch. Once downstairs, I peeked out the window seeing nothing in the driveway.
“Oh, Lord,” I muttered. The dog came over, and I petted his head. “Hey, Max.” He licked my hand.
Wandering into the kitchen, I searched the pantry for a snack, finding cookies and crackers and things. Nibbling on a cookie, an idea struck me, as the spinning of my slightly twisted and naughty mind propelled my feet towards the stairs again. In the hallway, I listened outside Amanda’s door, hearing nothing. Five feet away, I entered the bedroom once again, wandering to the cabinet. Opening the creaky door, I glanced at the DVD player, seeing something I hadn’t before. There was a small black bag nearby, and after unzipping the top; I glimpsed a DVD camcorder. I knew my hunch hadn’t been for naught. With renewed fervor, I searched through the pile of DVDs again, opening the jackets and examining the movie titles carefully. They were all professional, Hollywood studio productions.
I examined the workout DVDs once more, but this time, I took a moment to open each jacket individually, realizing that these were not what they seemed to be. Jackpot! Excitement shot through me, as the hair stood up on my arms.
“Oh, gotcha!”
The outside of the jacket said Ann Austen’s Pilates Workout, but the note that had been scribbled on the DVD was something entirely different. It read: Erika swallows. My mouth fell open.
“Oh, you’re so busted.” The second workout title read: Erika gets a facial. “Oh, I just bet she does.” My heart hammered in my chest, and I glanced at my watch, checking the time. I would never be able to see the entire DVD, but I was bursting to! I turned on the player, pressing the open button and placed the disk inside. Closing the drawer, I pushed the ON button on the TV, finding the source in DVD mode already.
Holding the remote control in one hand, I sat on the bed; nearly trembling with anticipation, wondering what this was going to look like. As the first images flashed across the screen, the sight of Erika Schumacher in a bra and panties, I thought I might die of shock. If that wasn’t enough to set my pulses racing into hyperdrive, the camera panned downwards, focusing on what looked like an enormous erection, a cock so swollen it leaked clear fluid.
“Hel-lo, Mr. Schumacher.”
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