Very Best of House of Erotica

Annabeth Leong

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This fantastic collection contains five of House of Erotica's favourite stories from over the years. The Orgasm Contest - Annabeth LeongJody and Celeste have finally let Brent in on the hot thing they have going with each other and whichever guy manages to strike their fancy. Determined to hold onto his privileged position at all costs, Brent knows he needs to offer more than the average guy in order to keep their interest. In pursuit of his goal, he shows up one evening with industrial-strength vibrators and a plan to find out which of them can come the most. Kara's Punishment - Dee Voyse When Lucas and Kara don't see eye to eye on an issue, Kara is taught a lesson that she won't soon forget. After the Night Out - Scarlett KnightCara has kept her crush on friend Rene a total secret. But when she and Rene return to Cara's place after a night of partying, their friendship takes a steamy turn as their true feelings for one another come out.Becky - Kay Jaybee Becky is having a spank filled first day in her new job.Millie - Hannah LockhardtWhen her father sells their house overlooking the family's private beach, Millie fears she will never be able to swim the way she always has - naked and alone, and always dreaming of a mysterious figure. But on the family's last seaside excursion, a chance meeting in the hotel dining room will change her life forever, even if she doesn't quite believe it herself.

Sujets

• Erotic literature
• Romance

Informations

• Publié par: Andrews UK
• Date de parution: 07 novembre 2014
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781785380426
• Langue: English

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THE VERY BEST OF HOUSE OF EROTICA
Volume One



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The Very Best of House of Erotica
published in 2014 by House of Erotica
an imprint of Andrews UK Limited
www.houseoferoticabooks.com
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Copyright © House of Erotica 2014
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The Orgasm Contest
Annabeth Leong
Jody and Celeste have finally let Brent in on the hot thing they have going with each other and whichever guy manages to strike their fancy. Determined to hold onto his privileged position at all costs, Brent knows he needs to offer more than the average guy in order to keep their interest.
In pursuit of his goal, he shows up one evening with industrial-strength vibrators and a plan to find out which of them can come the most.
“I want to see which of you ladies can come the most,” Brent said, rushing into the bedroom carrying a brown paper bag full of toys he’d just bought at the sex shop.
After months of teasing, Jody and Celeste had finally let him in on the hot thing they had going with each other and whichever guy managed to strike their fancy. He’d proven himself over the last several weeks with tireless licking and sucking, boundless enthusiasm, and the short refractory period that is the gift of a horny man in his early twenties. Now that they’d given him the key to the apartment they shared, Brent was determined to hold onto his privileged position at all costs.
He knew that the key was to keep them interested, hence the couple hundred dollars he’d dropped on vibrators and attachments before coming over, and the eager desperation with which he’d invented his plan for the evening.
Unfortunately, they’d gotten started without him and were so absorbed with each other that they didn’t even seem to notice that he’d come into the room. Brent swallowed hard and watched them for a moment, his indignation at being ignored held at bay by his never-ending fascination at the sight of these two sexy older women pleasuring each other.
Celeste’s long brown legs dangled over Jody’s shoulders, her blue toenail polish flashing as her toes wriggled, her heels sporadically digging into spots beside Jody’s spine. Celeste’s muscular thighs clenched rhythmically, blocking Brent’s view of Jody’s head. The slurping sounds that filled the room, however, left no doubt about what Jody was doing with her tongue, and neither did the smell of hot, wet pussy.
Celeste squeezed her eyes tightly shut, then covered her face with one hand, as if straining to hold her pleasure in despite its intensity. Her breasts swirled gently on her chest as she writhed, and her free hand didn’t seem to know where to land, dancing from the back of Jody’s head to the outside of her own thigh and then to the side of the pillow beneath her. Jody shifted her knees on the mattress and renewed her grip on Celeste’s hips, tugging her lover even closer.
Brent considered shucking his clothes and joining them on the bed, pulling Jody’s ass higher and just sinking into her waiting cunt. However, despite having invited him to their bed, they’d never allowed him to take liberties. He flattened himself against the bedroom wall instead, cleared his throat, and hoped they would eventually acknowledge his presence.
He expected it would take a while for either woman to get around to him since, by the sound of Celeste’s moans, she had begun what he knew to be a long, slow climb to orgasm. Shattering as her climaxes could be, they required an exquisitely artful approach and a lot of patience. Jody was only getting started.
Brent set down the paper bag and slid down the wall into a sitting position, prepared to make himself comfortable. At that moment, however, Jody lifted her head, smiling at Celeste’s surprised, frustrated grunt. She unwound herself from the grip of Celeste’s legs, her compact, lithe body moving quickly and with ease. Wiping Celeste’s juices off her mouth with the back of one hand, she patted her lover’s cheek with the other. “Our boy is here, honey, and I think he’s got presents for us. We should be polite.”
She showed no self-consciousness about her nudity, only quirking her lips into a more ironic expression as Brent’s eyes were helplessly drawn to her large, bare nipples, which covered more than half the surface area of her small breasts. She shifted to a cross-legged position on the mattress, spreading her pussy for him in the process. Its glistening pink depths called to him, the furled labia over her entrance like ribbons over a present he longed to unwrap.
“What’s the matter?” Jody asked. “I don’t think the cat’s got your tongue... yet.”
Brent liked her unapologetic brand of sexuality, but her constant challenges also made him want to see her beg. Wordlessly, he lifted two of his purchases out of the bag and showed them to her. Industrial strength vibrators, the sort that worked so powerfully they had to be plugged into the wall, one for each of the ladies. For the last several hours, his cock had strained in his pants at the thought of using the vibrators simultaneously, one on each woman, reducing them both to whimpering orgasms and oversensitive nerve endings.
“Oooh.” Jody tugged Celeste up to a sitting position so she could see his offerings, too.
Celeste, her eyes still unfocused from the pussy-licking she’d been receiving when Brent arrived, rubbed a hand vigorously through the tight black curls atop her head. “God, I don’t know if I can take that thing. That looks serious.”
Brent wouldn’t have thought Jody’s grin could get wider, but it did. “You can’t turn down such a nice gift. And I think Brent has a plan. I heard him say something about a contest when he walked in.”
He blinked. “I didn’t exactly mean a contest.” Jody’s eyebrow climbed at the contradiction. When the three of them played BDSM games, she was always the top, and the attitude she adopted in those moments never quite wore off. Brent quickly completed his statement. “I was just saying I wanted to see which of you can come the most.”
“Sounds like a contest to me,” Jody pronounced. “Plug those babies in, and let’s get started.”
“Wait!” Celeste said. “Those vibrators look like they could take my head off.”
“That I would have to see,” Jody said. She flopped onto her back on the mattress beside Celeste, spread her legs wide, and gave Brent a naughty, come-and-get-it wink.
Celeste hesitated, but when Jody reached up and yanked her down, she moaned her resignation. “If I have to scream, I’m doing it in your ear,” Celeste said.
Fingers shaking, Brent plugged the vibrators in and approached the two women on the bed. Jody was already welcoming him to her cunt, her hips rocking, her fingers parting her labia. Celeste, on the other hand, had crossed her legs protectively so that all he could see of her pussy were the tufts of dark hair below her stomach. He hesitated. “If you don’t want to, you don’t have to...”
“She wants to,” Jody broke in. “She just likes to be... encouraged.”
Brent shrugged the question at Celeste, reluctant to take Jody’s word for it.
Celeste bit her lip, then sat up quickly and kissed him. Her tongue darted into his mouth, then back out again before he could respond. “You’re sweet. But she’s right.”
“Yeah, I’m right,” Jody chimed in. “Don’t be so sweet.”
For that, he turned the vibrator in his left hand to its maximum setting and laid it over Jody’s clit. She shrieked, her body tensing. Almost immediately, though, she recovered and began to work herself against it, one hand fisting at her side and the other coming up to her stomach and pressing into the flesh there.
Jody could find an orgasm faster than a race car could drive, and in seconds, a satisfied hum started in the back of her throat as her body revved up. Brent remembered Celeste and, turning to her, discovered her rhythmically squeezing her crossed legs as she watched her lover reach the first of what seemed destined to be many climaxes.
“Let me help you, baby,” Brent crooned. “Open up for me.”
Celeste blinked up at him, an adorable combination of hesitation and arousal in her eyes. “I don’t know if I can,” she whispered.
“Sure you can.” He set down her vibrator and put his hand on one of her bare inner thighs, coaxing her legs apart.
“Oh God, I can’t believe I’m doing this. Start off slow, okay?”
“Of course.” He kissed her knee, right on a dark pink scar he’d noticed there the first time she’d worn a short skirt in his presence.
Jody interrupted the moment with a wail and a thrashing orgasm. She grabbed for Celeste, pawing at the other woman’s breasts, pulling her in for a wild, tongue-lashing kiss. Brent almost forgot about the contest, tempted to take his dick out to masturbate. It was still hard to believe that what he was seeing was happening in person, not two feet away from him.
He had the presence of mind, however, to take the opportunity that Jody’s distraction provided. Keeping Jody’s vibrator zeroed in on her pulsing clit, he picked up Celeste’s, turned it on as gently as it would go, and let her feel it on her lower belly. She squirmed away at first, but after Jody had kissed her a little longer, she grabbed for it, guiding it toward her cunt.
Brent let her