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Blurb
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
“Do you want to top me, darling?” Rising to her feet, she shimmied out of her denim skirt and kicked it aside. She stood before him, nude and proud, her ginger curls stirring in the balmy October breeze, sex-juice trickling down the insides of her thighs.
Ted’s cock jumped in approval, though his
face showed confusion. “But you’re such a take-charge girl, Annie. You’re
anything but submissive.”
“Are you sure?” She turned her back to him,
displaying her recently assaulted ass. “Look closely.”
He obeyed, leaning in until she felt his
warm breath on her skin. “Are those marks?” he asked in wonder. “Bruises?” He
traced the fading signs of her afternoon spanking, waking faint echoes of the
pain while stoking the fire of her arousal.
“Inez can be quite fierce at times. A bit
scary.” Annie pivoted to face him. “But
I trust her. She’s an expert. She senses how much I can bear, and never pushes
me any further.” She leaned over to brush her lips across his. “Or at least,
not much further.” She flashed him a provocative grin.
“But I’m not an expert,” Ted protested.
“Just the opposite.”
“I trust you completely, baby. I trust the
bond between us, the power that first drew us together.” She scanned his
still-worried face. Should she should back off? Perhaps he really wasn’t ready
for this. “But maybe you don’t want to top me.”
“Oh,
I do.” His voice was almost too soft to hear. “You wouldn’t believe how much.”
Annie sank to her knees on the tiled
balcony floor and bowed her head. “Then take me, Sir. I’m yours.”
“Annie…”
He stood, close enough that his rampant
cock bobbed inches from her mouth. She swallowed a mouthful of saliva at the
notion of tasting him, but restrained herself. She had to let him lead.
“What should I do?”
“Whatever you want, Sir.” She ventured a
glance upward, meeting his eyes, full of carnal hunger and lingering
uncertainty. She couldn’t help licking her lips. “You might, for instance,
begin by fucking my face.”
Ted chuckled, suddenly sounding much more
confident. “Oh! Are you giving me instructions, slave?”
“No, Sir. It was just a suggestion.”
“Well, I have some other thoughts. Don’t move.
I’ll be back.”
He disappeared into the condo, leaving her
kneeling on the cold, hard surface. Arousal zipped through her in a tight
circuit, from her nipples to her clit and back. The heady fragrance of her own
dripping cunt teased her nostrils.
She closed her eyes, trying to slow her
racing pulse, struggling with her almost overwhelming excitement. She might
come just from the thrill of waiting, the knowledge that she’d surrendered all
power to her lover.
The wind rose for a moment, tangling her
hair. Faint traffic noise reached her ears. Her knees hurt. Ted had been gone a
long time, or so it seemed. Did he have second thoughts? Should she go looking
for him?
She
forced herself to stillness. Patience was a major component of surrender.
“You’re dripping all over the floor, slut!”
Annie started, her heart slamming against
her ribs. With her eyes closed and her focus turned inward, she hadn’t heard
him arrive.
“Clean up your mess,” he ordered.
Trying not to smile at his bossy tone,
Annie bent at the waist. A small pool of cunt-juice had formed between her
spread thighs. She licked up every drop, enjoying the tang of her personal
musk. She was no stranger to the taste of pussy.
When she’d finished her appointed task, she
knelt up, with her hands clasped at the small of her back. Ted reached down to
run a finger over the still-damp tiles, ostensibly to evaluate her work. On his
way up, he swiped the finger through her soaked sex-folds.
Annie gasped as a storm of pleasure raged
through her. She’d been close to climax simply from contemplating her own
submission. His touch pushed her to the very edge. She teetered there,
struggling for control.
He
seized a hank of her hair and raised her face to his. “You don’t come unless I
tell you to. You know that, right?”
