| Author: | Lauren Fell | ISBN: | 9781466037564 |
| Publisher: | Lauren Fell | Publication: | February 14, 2012 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords | Language: | English |
| Author: | Lauren Fell |
| ISBN: | 9781466037564 |
| Publisher: | Lauren Fell |
| Publication: | February 14, 2012 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords |
| Language: | English |
Warning: This story contains filthy depictions of oral, anal and group sex.
Excerpt:
Anna bit her lip, tears of shame spilling down her cheeks. She reached behind her back to pull down the zipper, conscious of how the movement pushed her breasts forward. She peeled the dress down to her waist and with trembling fingers unhooked the clasp. Her breasts tumbled out and she threw the bra at Dave, who caught it with one hand. He waved it around like a flag while James and Clint mockingly tried to steal it from him.
“Anna, you don’t have to –” Greg said.
“To the victor go the spoils,” she said bitterly, and he fell silent.
It was Dave who first spoke. “Jiggle them
around,” he said. “I want to see you rub your titties.”
Trembling, Anna obeyed, pinching and stroking the tips of her breasts just like Greg did when they made love. To her horror she could feel herself beginning to respond. She was shy but her body was shameless; her nipples pebbled under their avid gazes, the rosy tips jutting out for attention.
She squeezed her breasts together, cupped them high, and bent her head to swirl her tongue around her aching nipples. She sucked one taut peak between her lips and a jolt of pleasure shot through her. She moved her head from one breast to the other and her audience hooted and hollered their approval.
Anna panted with arousal as the men laughed at her degradation and her husband watched, tight-lipped with shame.
Warning: This story contains filthy depictions of oral, anal and group sex.
Excerpt:
Anna bit her lip, tears of shame spilling down her cheeks. She reached behind her back to pull down the zipper, conscious of how the movement pushed her breasts forward. She peeled the dress down to her waist and with trembling fingers unhooked the clasp. Her breasts tumbled out and she threw the bra at Dave, who caught it with one hand. He waved it around like a flag while James and Clint mockingly tried to steal it from him.
“Anna, you don’t have to –” Greg said.
“To the victor go the spoils,” she said bitterly, and he fell silent.
It was Dave who first spoke. “Jiggle them
around,” he said. “I want to see you rub your titties.”
Trembling, Anna obeyed, pinching and stroking the tips of her breasts just like Greg did when they made love. To her horror she could feel herself beginning to respond. She was shy but her body was shameless; her nipples pebbled under their avid gazes, the rosy tips jutting out for attention.
She squeezed her breasts together, cupped them high, and bent her head to swirl her tongue around her aching nipples. She sucked one taut peak between her lips and a jolt of pleasure shot through her. She moved her head from one breast to the other and her audience hooted and hollered their approval.
Anna panted with arousal as the men laughed at her degradation and her husband watched, tight-lipped with shame.
