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“Stop, stop.” I lost the edge of
command as I regained my balance and composure. Grateful that I had shed my
formal skin as my cum soaked his chin and neck. My cunt tingled and I was heady
from the first encounter.

My puppy was still in the proper
position after his efforts. The masculine curve of his chest heaved, waxed, and
luminescent with sweat. He reeked of me. The cock between his slim thighs
responded to the brushing of my toes. A hiss of breathe, brown eyes wide to
meet my own, searching, chasing, hoping.

“Get up and stand over by the wooden
cross.”

“Yes, mistress” low voice reverberated
in need.

He did what he was told. I bound him
with silver rope gliding through my hands. A whimper at the candle wax dotting
his body. Now the sears on him weren't enough. I gripped his cock, several
strokes down the engorged silk softness before I plunged my purple lubed
strap-on into that pert ass.

The groan echoed across the walls and
my head hummed with the sound. My hands buffered into the meat of his
shoulders. A gasp, a sigh from his lips at each insistent thrust of my hips
going deeper. The give of his succulent sphincter as the vibrator at the base
of my fake cock rammed into my cunt making it clench. Bucking in his bindings,
pools of sweat and cooling wax at his back, growling with deep pleasure and
grunts for more.

My breasts smacked against each other
as our smells mingled, sweet and sour, lick-able from the air. I felt and
watched as my fake cock glided in and out with the panting from his lips and I
dipped to rub the swell of his dick. A quick fondling at the head before rough
nails downward on the shaft. I could feel him quake, my thighs taunt, purple
plastic buzzing and brushing up against my nether lips making me cum. Vision
phasing, heart still pumping with my hips and his insistent moans. Earth
shattering give and take of his ass and my phallic falseness, my window of
opportunity fully seized.

Warm, thick semen pumped into my hand
as he came clawing at the wood and leather with a scream on the tail end of my
ejaculation. My senses still buzzed. I slumped against his shaking form
nuzzling his back. I eased the jelly cock out of his enlarged anus before
undoing the harness and dropping it to the floor. A clatter that didn't make
him stir and I had to step over it with Jell-O legs to see the look on his
face. The content look of a cat who had gotten the cream washed over him,
closed eyes, parted lips. I smiled in satisfaction.

Another asshole tamed.

The
End

ABOUT
ELISE HEPNER

Elise
Hepner has been previously published in The Erotic Woman for “Joy Button” as
well as Clean Sheets for “My Little Pony”. She got her erotica wings from
writing short pieces for Alison Tyler’s blog contests every Saturday and found
her calling. This is her first foray into erotic literature though she has
multiple non-fiction publications from travel magazines to medical magazines on
her resume. She hopes to make erotica her main focus in the upcoming years. She
enjoys getting down and dirty while exploring sexuality in a variety of ways
which is why writing smut makes her heart sing. Look for anything new as well as
tips and tricks of the erotica trade at http://celise91writer.blogspot.com

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Clair
and Marie have been best friends for years. As college roommates their late
night study session for biology becomes an exploration of
their
biology
when these drunken slackers need some relaxation. During their test they are
faced with the consequences of not passing when their professor gives them a
crash course in extra credit.

Warning:
This title contains lesbian sex.

Excerpt From
COLLEGE
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Underneath her tacky purple skull pj's
Marie's ass and hips continued to swivel as she stalked her prey. She felt way
too sexy for a dorm room. Imagining herself crawling across a stage at a strip
club lit with florescent lights her face morphed from carefree to completely
lust laden. Her eyes zigzagged over Clair who had swallowed six beers in a
matter of minutes and was now tapping her nails along the wood of their bed to
a Britney Spears slow jam.

Without
a care in the world the girl placed her cavalier sway right in the way of her
drunken friend’s face, slowly wiping a stripe of hair from her cheek.

“You
doing okay, hun?”

Clair
slurred a little trying to pout before giggling and falling to her back on the
floor. This was her chance. The one she'd been meaning to take with all these
weekly sleepovers for years.

With
ease Marie crawled up Clair's body before sliding her hips in a straddle over
her friends. Before Clair could stop her chaotic blinking, her eyes large,
chest heaving, Marie laid her lips along her best friend’s collarbone. She was
barely breathing, afraid of making her skittish.

Clair
smelled of tangerines and clove cigarettes. Her skin was pressed with Urban
Decay sparkle powder that twinkled in the low lighting from their room's lamps.
Marie’s fingers skimmed over her roommates exposed shoulders taking away chunky
sparkles on her fingertips. She knew it was flavored when she popped her
fingers into her mouth and tasted Gimlets. Sparkles clung to her tongue like
pressed squares of bursting lime.

Before
she could think her tongue was pressed against her collarbone, tracing it and
lapping like a cat with cream. She was slicking her tiny pink tongue over the
moaning girl’s cleavage as Clair gasped underneath her weight. She breathed
softly over the wet trails that tracked through the sparkle powder making the
girl squeal and bite her lip. She had never thought skin could be so soft and
palpable.

Marie
paused for signs of discomfort, but Clair simply writhed as Marie ripped into
the v-neck of her top pushing her small breasts into edible glitter mounds.
There was no more caution left within her horny mind as the slightly squishy
breasts lay before her eyes, Marie's for the taking. Claire had lost a few
buttons from the mauling but Marie cared nothing for the distraction. Anything
that got in her way would be removed.

Lavishing
her tongue on the pierced nipples of her best study buddy she drew them into
her mouth, sucking hard so that Clair bucked against her hips. A ragged moan
made Marie smug with satisfaction. With one hand still cleaving to Clair’s
breast, twisting her nipple with desperation, Marie wiggled back her hand,
arching her back to pull down the pajama shorts hindering her exploration.
Clair’s eyes whipped open at the fingers seeking access to her pussy. She
tilted her hips up for easy access so Marie could slide the shorts and
underwear over her curves.

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