Some people just won’t mind their own business. When an anti-porn terrorist group shuts down the Sin City Fetish Fair, Larry Archer offers The Fox’s Den as an alternative venue. With the assistance of newly arrived dominant Master Shark, plans for the Den’s very first Kink Night quickly take shape. Indeed, the denizens of the Den are practicing their BDSM techniques well before the event.
Blonde, beautiful and untouched, Patricia Hastings leads the Citizens Resisting American Perversion in their fight against filth. She’s determined to destroy the licentious, permissive, anything-but-vanilla strip club – whatever it takes. A smidgen of plastic explosive should do the trick… If only she can resist her attraction to the voluptuous, red-headed minx Annie, and her own secret craving for surrender.
Caught in the act of sabotage, Patty faces a choice: arrest, scandal and prison, or private punishment at the hands of Master Shark and his horny acolytes. Will C.R.A.P.’s paragon of purity uphold her prudish principles? Or consent to the violations that populate her forbidden fantasies?
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X-rated Excerpt – Barely Kinky
“Oof!” Intent on his mobile, he’d run straight into a woman hurrying in the other direction. “Oh! I’m sorry!” he stammered, looking up at the tall figure in front of him. “I should have been watching—Rosa!”
The elegant creature blocking his way gave him a warm smile. “Hello, hombre! I am surprised to see you here.” She gestured at the outrageous costumes and toy booths with a graceful hand. “This doesn’t seem like your sort of scene.” In a black latex mini-skirt and red satin bustier, Rosa herself looked perfectly at home among the Fair’s attendees. Her tightly-laced top emphasized the deep valley between her breasts. The scarlet fabric gleamed against her dusky skin, barely concealing her nipples. Her shapely legs looked a yard long.
Ted’s cock thickened inside his work trousers. Rosa never failed to have that effect on him, no matter how hard he tried to resist his attraction to the gorgeous she-male.
“Um—I’m meeting Annie,” he began, well-aware that Rosa had noted the bulge growing in his crotch. “Ah—what about you?”
Rosa gave a throaty laugh. “I’m working,” she said. “Peaches suggested I might find some new ideas for our dancers—costumes, props, that sort of thing.” She ran her hands over her own curves in a deliberately lascivious way.
Ted stifled a groan as his swollen dick strained against his zipper. He wondered if he could slip away to the men’s for a quick wank.
“I’m having a lot fun, though,” the stripper continued. “I like a good spanking as much as the next girl. Speaking of which, they’re just starting a new demo. Come on!”
Without waiting for Ted’s reply, Rosa grabbed his hand and pulled him toward the stage. Since that had been his destination anyway, he didn’t resist.
He smashed into her well-padded body again when she stopped short and pointed to the figure on the platform. “Madre de Dios! That’s Ms. Giulia!”
Sure enough, Ted recognized the middle-aged woman on stage as the manager of The Fox’s Den. Based on her interactions with the staff she supervised, Ted had concluded she was rather strict and bossy. Now, however, she was clearly in submissive mode, a dreamy expression on her strong Italian features as the dominant wrapped her in artistic layers of rope. Though her fleshy thighs and muscular calves were concealed by her fitted pants, on top she wore only a black bra. Even from a distance, Ted couldn’t help noticing the rigid points of her nipples distorting that thin garment.
His cock was like granite. He didn’t think he could get any harder. Another minute and he’d explode in his pants.
Then he gasped, as Rosa dragged her fingertips along the line of his fly. “She is quite sexy, no? Especially for a woman her age.”
“Rosa, don’t!” He tried without success to bat her hand away.
“She makes you hot, hombre. Hot and hard.” To his horror, the lithe dancer sank into a crouch and tugged at his zipper.
“No! Stop!” he hissed. He whipped his head around, frantically seeking a glimpse of his wife’s ginger curls, as if Annie could save him from this predatory beauty.
“Or is it me?” Rosa teased, managing to free his engorged dick. Her tongue flicked out, gathering the pre-cum that leaked from his slit. “Am I the reason you’re so excited?”
“Please, don’t…oooh!” Ted’s protests faded as Rosa’s warm mouth engulfed his rigid penis. She slithered her tongue along his shaft, making him squirm, then turned on the suction and pulled him deeper.
God, that felt — hell, he didn’t have the words to describe it. Any thought of resistance vanished. He jerked his hips, driving his rod down her throat. Unfazed, Rosa swallowed and sucked harder. The sensation of her muscles working around his cockhead nearly pushed him over the edge. Before he could explode, though, she backed off, making a tight ring of her lips and sliding them over his taut flesh. She planted a kiss on the drooling tip. Then she plunged down once more, taking him to the very root.
Ted’s balls tightened inside his briefs. He was a hair’s breadth away from shooting his wad. He wove his fingers into Rosa’s curly black hair. Taking control of the action, he fucked her eager mouth, each stroke dragging him closer to the point of no return. The Latin tart egged him on, with wicked little licks and nips.
In, out, in, out — his aching cock, bathed in her heat and wetness, was his only reality. He had a dim awareness of applause, which reminded him, briefly, that this blow job was essentially public. Rosa grazed his shaft with her teeth and he immediately forgot.
Lisabet Sarai became addicted to words at an early age. She began reading when she was four. She wrote her first story at five years old and her first poem at seven. Since then, she has written plays, tutorials, scholarly articles, marketing brochures, software specifications, self-help books, press releases, a five-hundred page dissertation, and lots of erotica and erotic romance – over one hundred titles, and counting, in nearly every sub-genre—paranormal, scifi, ménage, BDSM, GLBT, and more. Regardless of the genre, every one of her stories illustrates her motto: Imagination is the ultimate aphrodisiac.
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