Start Me Up

R Sargenti Angela

Description

Among this collection of enticingly lustful tales you'll find: Jeff of the Jungle, where a lady scientist gets more than she bargains for when she captures a real-life ape man; Shrimp, or what happens when a straight girl gives in to her bi-curious yearnings; and Warped, where a sweet little teaser drags her strait-laced boyfriend, kicking and screaming, into the world of kink. For those who love the supernatural, you'll find such stories as Christmas Magic, where an office party escapee hooks up with a fun-loving vampire and experiences some real magic for a change; in The Cougar's Mate, a young woman has her first sexual encounter with the shape-shifter of her dreams, and in Vlad the Impaler, the title character tries to rejuvenate himself at his lover's expense. A spanko explains the attraction in From Behind; and Persistence tells of a man's girlfriend who wears down his resistance to a certain activity. Love-hate relationships feature in Paradox and Pissed Off, and a girl rescues a cute guy who's struck down in the street in What Hit Me? Then there's the aptly titled Knife Play; and last but not least, you'll find the two-part tale of how a man seduces his best friend's barely-legal sister in Little Sister and Alpha Dog.

Sujets

• Erotic literature

Informations

• Publié par: Andrews UK
• Date de parution: 30 avril 2012
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781781662076
• Langue: English
• Poids de l'ouvrage: 1 Mo

Extrait

Title Page
START ME UP
A Collection of Erotic Love Stories


By
Angela R Sargenti



Publisher Information
Start Me Up published in 2012
by Andrews UK Limited
www.andrewsuk.com
This book is sold subject to the condition that it shall not, by way of trade or otherwise, be lent, resold, hired out or otherwise circulated without the publisher’s prior written consent in any form of binding or cover other than that in which it is published, and without a similar condition being imposed on the subsequent purchaser.
The characters and situations in this book are entirely imaginary and bear no relation to any real person or actual happening.
Copyright © Angela R Sargenti 2012
The right of Angela R Sargenti to be identified as author of this book has been asserted in accordance with section 77 and 78 of the Copyrights Designs and Patents Act 1988.



Jeff of the Jungle
The men wrestled him into the room and drove him to his knees on the dirt floor, his arms bound behind his back with a strip of rawhide.
“It took eight of us to take him, but here he is.”
I glanced down at the culmination of all my work. He looked up at me from under a lock of fallen hair, his eyes keen and warm and liquid like a leopard’s. He seemed trustworthy, but just to be safe, I had them clamp the iron collar around his neck.
I sent the men away and turned back to the prisoner kneeling shackled at my feet.
“He smells pretty bad, doesn’t he?” I asked, crossing my arms. “You have to admit, though, he is kind of cute.”
“Mmm Mmm Mmm,” said Gale.
The jungle man’s eyes hadn’t left my face since they brought him in, but he harkened to that. He shot Gale a swift, appraising glance, and when he had my assistant’s measure, he bared his teeth and snarled at him.
“Well,” said Gale, a little miffed by this reception. “Apparently someone’s never seen a homosexual before.”
“Stop your pouting and go prepare a sedative.”
Gale moved to one of the steel tables and prepared the injection, then he sidled up beside me and handed it to me on the sly.
“He’s all yours, sister.”
The ape man’s eyes grew wary, but I’ve always been a bit aggressive toward men, so I took the plunge. He watched me pull the cap off the syringe with my teeth and he started struggling against his bonds.
I turned my head to spit it out and dropped to my knees beside him.
“Easy, big guy. Let’s just calm the hell down, and when you wake up, you’ll feel and smell a whole lot better.”
He gave over then, but when I gave him the jab, his look was so fraught with betrayal I almost regretted it.
A few seconds later he slipped to the floor unconscious.
We unchained him and cut his wrists loose, then we called a couple of the men back in to drag him into the shower.
“Well,” I said, as they stripped off his loincloth. “Looks like he’s the real deal.”
I turned to Gale, who had the camcorder ready. Granted, it was a good idea for scientific purposes, but I knew he wasn’t really taping him for that.
“Let’s get him cleaned up and see what we’ve got to work with.”
What we had when he was cleaned up was a real zoological find.
“I knew it,” I said, brushing a lock of hair out of his face tenderly. “I knew you were more than just a stupid legend.”
***
I’d just become sexually active when I first learned of the magnificent deity of this region. The natives worshipped what appeared to be a white man with light brown hair and a very large penis. I looked into it a little and found there’d been a plane crash about thirty years prior. All the bodies were accounted for except for one--that of a two year old boy, who was generally assumed to have been eaten by wild animals.
I saw Tarzan soon after and I was sunk.
After that, I studied everything I could get my hands on about the case, and the more I read, the more convinced I was the boy and the god were one and the same. Based on sightings and where the crash occurred, I systematically narrowed the field and pinpointed my search area. I applied for funding and it was granted, and Gale and I set out to find the jungle man.
When I told my mother where we were going, she was as supportive as ever.
“You’ll never make a dime as a crypto-zoologist,” she told me. “You’ll never discover a thing. Nobody but a lunatic would go traipsing around some hot, sweaty jungle looking for a myth.”
***
Gale shoved a paper cup full of champagne into my hand, snapping me back to the present.
“You’re lucky,” he told me. “I’ve been saving this bottle for months. I almost used it up last week with that new boy, but I’m glad I didn’t. Girl, look at you. You just bagged yourself a real live ape man.”
“We,” I said. “We just bagged ourselves an ape man.”
He stood there blinking at me and I put my hand on my hip and stared.
“Oh, don’t even pretend,” I told him.
“No,” he said, fanning his face quickly. “It’s not that. I mean, I knew you’d give me credit, but I never dreamed I’d get equal billing.”
“You have no self-confidence. That’s your trouble.”
I reached out to clink glasses with him, as it were, but he was busy wiping away a stray tear.
“Don’t get all emotional,” I told him. “Grab a comb, will you? This guy needs some serious hair care.”
Gale smiled down on our find, an appreciative glance sweeping the ape man’s body as he lay supine on the exam table.
“Oh, my,” he told me. “He is a tiger, isn’t he?”
I gave him a little shove.
“No way,” I said. “This one’s mine. I might be willing to share the credit, but I get the first crack at him.”
“Selfish.”
I couldn’t blame Gale for being attracted to our prisoner. Even the lab monkeys were excited, their tiny little knuckles rattling the bars of their cages, just clamoring to get their hands on him.
“Calm down, boys and girls,” I told them. “I know he’s a doll, but let’s let him wake up a little before we get too excited.”
I couldn’t blame them, either.
This was a dream come true for all of us.
I drew closer to the unconscious man, checking him out from every angle. Every which way I looked, though, he was still amazing.
“So, how are you planning to get him back to the States?” asked Gale. “It’s not like you can take him on a plane.”
“Simple,” I said, making a few quick decisions. “We’ll make Jeff give us his passport for a while.”
“But what if he doesn’t want to?”
“I’ll make him want to.”
Gale was right, of course.
Jeff certainly didn’t give up his ID without a tussle, but I plied him with the rest of the champagne and wheedled it out of him. When I got back to the lab, I found our jungle man tied to a rusty old folding chair, half unconscious, Gale on his knees between his legs.
It shocked me at first, but it kind of pissed me off, too, since I had dibs on the guy. I meant to put a stop to it, but our ape man sat there barely conscious with his head thrown back, making the most delicious little monkey noises I ever heard.
I decided it would be cruel to break that up, so I let Gale finish sucking him off. The lights were dim, only the brightest shining down like a spotlight on the two of them. Within moments, our captive came and came hard, thrusting his enormous cock down Gale’s willing throat. His wild cries filled the air and riled the monkeys all over again and they snatched through the bars at each other, wanting in on the action.
When the ape man sat limp and drained, I called out.
“All right. You’ve had your fun. It’s my turn now.”
Gale glanced up at me guiltily, then he swallowed monkey boy’s load and wiped his chin with the back of his hand.
“Sorry, sweetie. I just couldn’t help myself.”
He climbed to his feet as I unlocked the man-size cage and strolled in. Our specimen took instant notice of me and I tossed Jeff’s passport to my partner.
“See if you can’t have those copied,” I said. “If not, Jeff’ll just have to live without them until I can give them back. That’s what he gets for being the only six-foot-two, brown-haired guy on our team.”
With that, I turned back to our captive.
“You hear that, Jungle Boy?” I asked, straddling his lap. “From now on your name is Jeff.”
He grinned, even though he couldn’t possibly have understood me.
“Untie him,” I said.
“But--”
“Untie him, damn you.”
Gale did as he was bid and backed out of the cage, afraid to stay. He shut the door and grabbed the tranquilizer gun and pointed it at the ape man, and I was just about to scold him when suddenly, I found myself flat on my back, the jungle man looming over me. He pulled off my top and my shorts gently enough, but when he found yet another barrier to his progress, he went into a rage and tore my panties to shreds.
I swallowed hard and he followed my glance to Gale, whose hands shook so badly he couldn’t have hit the broadside of a barn.
“Gale? If you shoot me with that goddamned thing I’ll kill you.