Wednesday, 29 February 2012

Doing My Ex's Daddy

Doing My Ex's Daddy
by Anita Lawless

About: Cara is a naughty nineteen-year-old. She stole a sex tape from the private collection of her ex-boyfriend's father. Confession time comes, but there's more than truth telling on her mind. However, her ex's daddy, Jason 'the Juggernaut' Reinhart, former pro wrestler, thinks she needs to be punished. While he's in the process of disciplining her, his son walks in.

Excerpt: I checked my watch, making sure I still had at least 30 minutes before Ryan arrived home. His bag of stuff went in the back. I climbed in the front of the car, crossing my fingers. After years of lusting after Jason 'the Juggernaut' Reinhart, today I would fuck that man.

See, I had a sure in. Ryan was my sort of ex-boyfriend, who just happened to be Mr. Reinhart's son. The summer I turned 18, Ryan and I started hooking up. Kind of a friends with benefits thing. So, technically speaking, he wasn't an ex-boyfriend. We just stopped screwing when he went to college and I got a job at my aunt's hair salon. Distance made it tough to take a booty call.

Currently I was considering cosmetology for the future. Why not, I figured? Get to work with pretty people. Probably reap some extra rewards with hot actors. But, for the time being, I was having a fun summer, working my way down a before-I-go-to-college bucket list. Mr. Reinhart was number three on my schedule.

I knew I was hot enough to seduce him. At nineteen, my body was curvy and tight. I had a firm, round ass and same thing in the tit department. A trim waist gave me an hourglass figure to die for. Also, I learned early I could get a lot of male attention by just flashing my large, blue eyes. Add to this I grew naturally thick, curly red hair, and you can see why I had no trouble getting laid.

Once I turned 18 that was. In my small, uber-Christian community, guys were paranoid about 'jail bait.' Though I looked 18 by the time I turned 16, no boys over 18 dared touch me until I was 'safe territory.' It drove me nuts, since I wasn't interested in the younger guys. They were immature minute men at best. Once I became legal, I worked my way through the local community college boys.

Now I had the courage I needed to seduce Mr. Reinhart. My plan practically fell into my lap. Ryan was back in town, and he'd called last night to initiate a hook up. He did this by asking if he could come by to pick up some stuff he'd left at my place. I told him my parents would be hanging around all day tomorrow, so I'd bring his things over to his dad's house. He had to head out somewhere, but said to come after 2:30 pm. I left at 1:30 pm to make sure I'd arrive at Mr. Reinhart's ranch half hour earlier than expected.

I wore my shortest skirt, no panties, and my tightest spaghetti strap top. Before I left, a quick check in the mirror confirmed I looked highly fuckable.

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Paying Uncle's Toll

Paying Uncle's Toll
by Anita Lawless

About: Anna misses out on a double date (code word: double penetration) with her friend Kimmy. Horny and disappointed, she's stuck working the night shift at the toll booth. But this proud slut is not to be daunted. When her uncle by marriage comes through after work, they get up to some naughty anal play…and so much more!

Excerpt: I stood outside the toll booth, finishing the last drag of my cigarette. The August night was hot and humid, and I wished it was my day off. My friend Kimmy had called earlier, asking if I was interested in a double date. Hot British twins who were crossing the country on motorcycles. I pouted, and felt disappointment hit me in the gut when I had to turn her down. Double date was our code word for a double penetration opportunity. Oh well. I hoped Kimmy would have a good night at least.

Headlights made me squint as I ground my cigarette butt into the moist earth. I popped some spearmint gum to kill the ashtray breath. With a sigh, I headed inside.

A silver, two door sedan pulled up to the window. I tucked a strand of black hair behind my ear as I slid the bottom half open and leaned out. When I saw who my visitor was, I smiled wide.

Uncle Robert smiled back. His green eyes were bloodshot, and he looked exhausted. But he still looked incredibly hot. His short, salt-and-pepper hair was done military style. He had a face that could've been sculpted from marble.

He'd been my uncle by marriage for three years, and I'd lusted after him from the moment I met him. Aunt Sheena met him on a singles cruise, or so Mom told me. But after a brief marriage, Sheena was shouting for divorce. It seemed nothing Uncle Robert could do for that woman was good enough. I had to feel for the man. He was a quiet type of tough guy that always reminded me of Charles Bronson. He didn't show his feelings all the time, sure, but I knew this break up with Sheena was hurting him bad.

"Long day at the office?" I asked as he handed me some coins.

He gave a tired grin. "Boy, was it ever." Then he sighed. "Wish I could say I was looking forward to going home."

I leaned out the window to give him his change, flashing him a sympathetic gaze as I did so. I noticed he glanced at my generous cleavage, popping out the top of my tight tank top. So I let my touch linger, stroking his lined palm seductively before I pulled back.

He stared at me, and I crossed my arms under my boobs, squeezing them together so they spilled over the top of my shirt even more. "You know, it's really slow tonight. You're my first car in hours. Wanna come in for a cup?" I held up my mug of cold coffee.

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Rock 'N' Roll Step Dads: Sex With The Bands

Rock 'N' Roll Step Dads: Sex With The Bands
The Complete Rock 'N' Roll Step Dads Series
by Anita Lawless

About: Rock 'N' Roll Step Dads The Complete Series includes all five stories in the series, plus a bonus story: Ricky's Romantic Surprise. Loads of steamy sex and scorching, dirty foreplay. Your ereader may get singed corners. This collection includes:

School of Sex
Bad Girl
Little Drummer Girl
Naughty New Year
Daddy's Kinky Girl
Bonus Story: Ricky's Romantic Surprise
Excerpt from Anita's Oh! Brother series.

Bonus Story Blurb & Excerpt:

Ricky Moretti and Rhonda Fielding return in this bonus story that finds them on a private island for a romantic weekend. A historic landmark, it's said the island is haunted.

After scorching sex in a graveyard, Rhonda's imagination runs away from her. Another thrilling romp through the forest ensues, then the couple get sweaty and bothered on a window bench.


Ricky seduced me here with promises of sex in the woods and spooky ghost stories tied to the island. Now, as I stared at a tombstone carved to resemble a smiling woman, a thrilling shiver danced up my spine.

"Ever have sex in a graveyard?" he whispered, then his tongue traced the contours of my ear before he poked the tip deep in the canal.

I giggled and caressed his arms. "Actually, it's always been a secret fantasy of mine." I looked up at him. "But… wouldn't it be kind of disrespectful?"

He chuckled at this and kissed my forehead. "I don't think the dead will mind, sweetie."

He had a point there, and I wasn't going to argue when the possibility of outdoor sex loomed. Something about fucking in the open always appealed to me. Not that I'd had the chance to do it often. But the warm, spring air kissing my skin, and the thrill of being exposed, all made me anxious to get naked.

Twilight spread orange light over the island, and we still had some time before full dark drifted in. Ricky took my hand and led me to a patch of thick grass, near a smooth, wide tree stump.

The evening was heavily scented with the clean, sweet smells of pine and wild flowers. We dropped our backpacks near the stone footpath that led to the graves. Our clothes soon followed, then we tumbled to the soft, cool grass. I gasped at the chilly touch of the earth, but enjoyed all the stimuli my senses took in. It was like bathing in sight, smell, and touch.

An owl hooted close by, and my arms tensed around his shoulders as we kissed. Then I giggled, and so did he.

"You're jumpy," he said, as he kissed his way down to my nipple, then took the hard tip between his teeth.

"Places like this still spook the little girl in me," I said, stopping him before he could flick his tongue over my clit. "Hey, let's 69. Keeps the pleasure even Steven."

"My name isn't Steven," he said, giving my butt a playful slap as I straddled his face.

"That was weak." I gave an exaggerated groan at his bad humor, then lubed up my hand with some spit before I coiled it around his hardening cock.

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