Three hot, sexy erotica stories from Jenevieve DeBeers for half the price of buying them individually. All three stories share a taboo theme, step-father, step-mother with step-child sex. Everyone is of the age of consent, and how they consent! Sometimes reluctantly
Warning: Explicit consensual sex, M/f, F/f, spanking, bondage, handcuffs, ball gags, oral, anal.
This collection of three stories is approximately 15,800 words. It is the perfect ménage a trios of erotic stories when you need something hot and steamy to de-stress and enjoy.
Snippet from Taming Tammy:
“We really shouldn’t,” she whispered.
He shifted her so that she was straddling his lap. Tammy began rubbing herself against the bulge in his pants. His hard-on was aching. Larry wrapped her tightly in his arms, claiming her sweet lips again. Again he lost track of time as their heavy kissing and petting lingered on and on.
“I can’t take it anymore,” Larry said, standing up. He grabbed her wrist and headed toward her bedroom.
Snippet from Dominating Step-Mom:
“Stop struggling,” Brandi commanded, and grabbed a fistful of auburn hair and yanked it back. Tawny gasped and froze. “Oh, she liked that. Liked it a lot.”
Yvette had to agree. Apparently Tawny liked it kind of rough. Now all of the noises coming from the master bedroom made sense. Then Brandi surprised everyone by leaning over to claim Tawni’s lips in a deep, open-mouth kiss. At the same time she cupped one of the young step-mother’s breasts.
Yvette sucked in a breath. She knew Charlie was hot for Tawny, but Brandi never gave any indication she wanted to boink the auburn-haired beauty. Tawni looked surprised, more than anything. Her struggles grew less and less the more intensely Brandi kissed and fondled her. After a moment Charlie released her arms, buried his face in her hair, and reached round to fondle her breasts, too.
Snippet from Man Cave Slave:
“Look at those pretty bubblegum pink nipples pop up,” Tim said. “You’re as horny as I am right now, sweetheart.”
All Olivia could do was stare up at him, gnawing on her lip. He was starting to figure it out. The longer she spent on her knees, the more she wanted to stay longer. She glanced around at all of the bondage furniture. At the whips and paddles. She’s never, ever been spanked in her life. What was it like? Did it really hurt a lot?
“Like the paddles, heh?” he said. “I might give you a spanking, too. You are a very bad girl, after all.”
“Eeks,” she gasped, dropping her eyes. She fought the urge to look around, afraid he’d decide she was interested in being bound in one of those scary devices. “Please, can I start now?”
“Call me ‘master,’ sweetheart,” he demanded, in the firmest, no-nonsense voice she’d ever heard. “I am the master, you are the sexy slave girl.”
He thinks I’m sexy? Olivia closed her eyes as a thrill of pleasure ran up her spine.
About Jenevieve DeBeers
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Published August 10, 2011
by Smokin' Hot Press.
Erotica, Literature & Fiction.