An erotic anthology featuring mixed themes including exhibitionism, f/f, sex in public, voyeurism and consensual cuckoldry.
Desperate Measures by Lucy Felthouse
In the midst of the credit crunch, Poppy’s been made redundant from her high flying, well paid job. In order to make ends meet, she needs a decent wage coming in, but nobody’s taking on expensive employees. Poppy’s job search takes an unexpected turn when she has the idea of becoming a webcam girl. She can tease and taunt men on camera for money, effectively prostituting herself without anyone laying a finger on her ‑ except for herself, of course …
Fifty? For A Car Wash? By Zoe M Bates
When an emergency arises and she’s left in charge of the hand car wash, she doesn’t realise her first customer will be very cocky, very cute – and more than happy to pay for the extras that come with her very special valeting service. Bent over the bonnet from behind, she’s about to present him with a delicious lesson in customer satisfaction …
Reward by Nikki Sinclair
Abbie needs help in passing her bar exams, and when her handsome boss, Robbie, steps in to help her, she knows he needs to be rewarded. Initially shocked when her husband suggests she should pay Robbie back with some oral gratification, she soon warms to the idea, and the company picnic proves the ideal spot to give him an unforgettable thank-you present.
Kiss and Make-up by Jordan Alleyo
Ngaio is just her friendly neighbourhood make-up lady, until the morning she finds herself inadvertently flashing the saleswoman while she’s playing with the cosmetic samples. Ngaio’s clearly attracted to her, but she comes from a country where same-sex lovers are persecuted. How can she let Ngaio know that in her part of the world, love between women is a beautiful thing?
Neddy by Anya Wassenberg
She gets an email from Neddy inviting her for a long weekend in Las Vegas, and so she packs up and leaves her husband and her home for a ‘business trip’ that comes to life in the haunted Nevada desert. The life of an erotic model is both glamourous and disorienting - and full of unexpected moments of visceral sensuality. Find out what it’s like to sell your sexuality for a living by coming along for the ride.
Perks by Scarlett Hart
Lilly loves working for Adam and Heather, but when she explores a secret chamber and finds herself getting a close-up view of the couple as they have sex, she’s certain she’ll be discovered and lose her job. It doesn’t help that the sight of them gets her so turned on she has to reach for her favourite sex toy. Luckily for her, Adam is a very understanding boss who’s about to show her the real perks of the job …
And then I washed his car – well, that’s a pretty loose description of what I did, in fairness. Really, I just hosed the car down an awful lot, and sprawled myself all over it, getting my clothes pretty filthy in the process, while strutting around; pushing out my chest, and sticking out my tight, denim-clad arse, like a really needy slut. My unbuttoned and tied-up blouse became saturated too, the thin, sodden material clinging tightly to the shape of my braless breasts beneath.
This whole “scantily clad babe cleaning a car, and getting all wet and willing” thing is a bit old, I admit, and clichéd too, maybe, but I didn’t care. I was loving it, and was getting really turned on putting on a show for him. Besides, soon the show would be over, and I’d start on the additional extras I’d promised – after all, he had paid for them!
The handsome stranger just grinned and gawked at me the whole time from inside his car, especially when I rubbed my chest around and around the driver’s side window, after emptying a hefty dollop of car shampoo inside my cleavage first.
And of course a girl can’t have a spurting hosepipe nozzle in her hand without acting out a few decidedly dirty acts, now, can she? First, I squirted the furious flow up between my wide-spread legs, so the tip of the jet lashed and danced across the crotch of my cut-offs, the throbbing pulses and exquisite vibrations from the powerful, continuous spurt of water easily stimulating my sex, even through the coarse denim material. The temperature of the water, thanks to the huge external storage tank and an entire morning of scalding hot sunshine, felt wonderfully warm as it splattered erratically against my sex, further stoking the raging lust that was building up inside me.
Really getting into the swing of things, I lowered the nozzle to about thigh height and pointed it straight upwards, sending up a thin, three-foot spout of water. Then, with my lust-filled eyes glued to his, I started licking and lapping and sucking at the firm jet of liquid, just as I would maybe do with his cock.
Finally, when I saw through the car window that he’d waited long enough, and was urgently tugging his T-shirt up over his broad shoulders, before forcing the waistband of his trousers down his muscular thighs, I unfastened the top two buttons on my denim shorts, and pulled the front right out. I directed the powerful flow of the hose straight down inside them, the full force of the jet splashing and rippling across my mound, as the torrent of water surged quickly down along my sex, the intense rush of water deliciously stimulating my already heavily swollen lips and my throbbing clit.
When I could wait no longer, I threw the still-flowing hose to the floor, and strode towards the car door, just as the handsome stranger, dressed only in his tight-stretched and heavily bulging boxers, shoved it wide open, and climbed out.
We didn’t say a single word; instead, our lips met in a furiously passionate kiss, mashing and slurping and licking across the other’s, as he spun me around and crushed my heaving body up against the side of the car, wedging a muscular thigh deep between my legs, and grinding it slowly against my crotch. At the same time, his hands came up and he started tugging at the knot on the front of my blouse.
He was a really good kisser, his tongue slithering around the inside of my mouth, twisting and slurping around my own, as I reciprocated the action, relishing in the instant, animalistic embrace we were sharing.
He grunted softly into my deeply kissing lips a few times, as he felt my hands slipping down inside his boxers, one around the back, which I used to leisurely cup and squeeze one of the cheeks of his gorgeous bum, the other pushing down the front of his crotch, where I straight away took a nice firm grip on his cock. And then he let out a nice, long, drawn-out moan as my fingers curled tight around his stiffening flesh, and I started to slowly wank him.
Elizabeth Coldwell joined Xcite Books in 2011. Formerly the editor of the UK edition of Forum magazine and co-founder of the Guild of Erotic Writers, she has been writing erotic fiction for over twenty years and her work has been widely published in the UK and US. She enjoys writing across the spectrum of erotica genres, from m/m space opera to girl/girl messy fun, vanilla to BDSM, paranormal to contemporary.
Lucy Felthouse is a very busy woman! She writes erotica and erotic romance in a variety of subgenres and pairings, and has over seventy publications to her name, with many more in the pipeline. These include Best Bondage Erotica 2012 and 2013, and Best Women's Erotica 2013. Another string to her bow is editing, and she has edited and co-edited a number of anthologies. She owns Erotica For All, and is book editor for Cliterati.
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