Read Online Smut in the City (Absolute Erotica) by Sommer Marsden, Victoria Blisse, Viva Jones, Lucy Felthouse, Giselle Renarde, Cassandra Dean, Tamsin Flowers, Geoffrey Chaucer, Wendi Zwaduk, Lexie Bay - Free Book Online
Authors: Sommer Marsden, Victoria Blisse, Viva Jones, Lucy Felthouse, Giselle Renarde, Cassandra Dean, Tamsin Flowers, Geoffrey Chaucer, Wendi Zwaduk, Lexie Bay
Tags: Erótica, Sex, Adult, sexy, Erotic Fiction, Lesbian, voyeur, office sex, kinky, victoria blisse, exciting, public sex, HoE, House of Erotica, excite, city, erotic anthology, Lucy Felthouse, smut in the city
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anybody. I don’t want people thinking I’m a failure.”
“You’re not a failure,” Gemma cooed. “Oh, love, you are a champion.”
Gemma rubbed the sweat off her palms into Liddy’s sides. The young lawyer’s belly felt immeasurably soft and welcoming, but Gemma didn’t dwell there. Before long, she was sliding her hands up until she found the weight of Liddy’s breasts.
“Oh?” It was half question, half moan.
“Yes?” Gemma encouraged. “Sometimes we have needs when a relationship ends. We need worship, adoration, affirmation. We need sex.”
Liddy swallowed so hard Gemma could feel the teary clench in her throat.
“We need someone else to take over, to take us.” Gemma squeezed the supple flesh of Liddy’s breasts and she moaned at the undeniable delight. “We need to abandon responsibility and control, give it over to someone who’s been there before, who knows the pain we’re in.”
“You know the pain?” Liddy asked gently.
“Oh, I’ve been in your shoes. I’ve been told I wasn’t loud enough, wasn’t out enough, I should take a stand, I should make waves. I’ve been called a bad lesbian, a failure. And you know what I needed all the while?”
“No,” Liddy said. “What?”
Releasing the girl’s fine breasts, Gemma took a step back. She lifted Liddy’s hips, encouraging the girl to stand and straddle the chair. She couldn’t wait. She gave that bum a good smack.
Liddy jerked forward on the table, knocking over her coffee cup with one of those pendulous swaying breasts. “Oh, I’m sorry!” she cried, reacting to the spillage but not at all to the spanking. “I’ll clean it up. Let me get some paper towel.”
“Stop,” Gemma instructed before Liddy could get too far from the table. “Leave it for later.”
“But...”
“I said leave it,” Gemma repeated. “Who is the partner and who is the junior?”
Liddy stared at her, those thick lashes black fans over fawning green eyes. Her dark hair cascaded over her shoulders, receding into straggly waves as they feathered her paper white breasts. When her full lips parted, it was simply to say, “I’m sorry.”
This wouldn’t be so hard after all.
“You have beautiful breasts, love.”
Gazing off to the side, Liddy smiled. “Thank you, ma’am.”
“Ahh, ma’am! So you’ve been taught to respect your elders. That’s good. Most young people think they rule the world.”
“Not me, ma’am.” Liddy bit her lip, so beautifully bashful. “There’s so much you can teach me.”
This girl was playing right in to Gemma’s hands. She’d been around the block. She knew the game.
“If you don’t want me cleaning up the coffee,” Liddy went on, “what would you like me to do?”
The possibilities were endless! Where to begin?
“Take your breasts in hand, Liddy.”
“Like this, ma’am?” The good girl did as she was told, cupping her luscious tits and holding them together.
“Beautiful, beautiful breasts.” Gemma licked her lips. She could hardly decide what to ask for next. “Pinch those rosy little nipples for me. Get them hard. Make them red.”
“Yes, ma’am.” Liddy pressed both nipples between her thumbs and forefingers, inhaling sharply.
“How does that feel?” Gemma asked, though she could feel the intense ache in her own breasts. She could feel that lightning bolt to her clit and that familiar throb, that need. “There’s so much you want from me, isn’t that right Liddy?”
Her lashes fluttered. She whimpered as she twisted her darling nipples. “Yes, ma’am. So much.”
“What do you want most?”
Liddy turned sharply, offering her ass up while her naked tits splashed in a pool of spilled coffee. Gemma could just imagine licking the caffeine from those gorgeous breasts, but what a young lawyer needed more than pleasure was discipline. Liddy seemed to know that. She knew what she needed.
“I hope you wore pleasing panties today,” Gemma said, pushing her voice into a
“You’re not a failure,” Gemma cooed. “Oh, love, you are a champion.”
Gemma rubbed the sweat off her palms into Liddy’s sides. The young lawyer’s belly felt immeasurably soft and welcoming, but Gemma didn’t dwell there. Before long, she was sliding her hands up until she found the weight of Liddy’s breasts.
“Oh?” It was half question, half moan.
“Yes?” Gemma encouraged. “Sometimes we have needs when a relationship ends. We need worship, adoration, affirmation. We need sex.”
Liddy swallowed so hard Gemma could feel the teary clench in her throat.
“We need someone else to take over, to take us.” Gemma squeezed the supple flesh of Liddy’s breasts and she moaned at the undeniable delight. “We need to abandon responsibility and control, give it over to someone who’s been there before, who knows the pain we’re in.”
“You know the pain?” Liddy asked gently.
“Oh, I’ve been in your shoes. I’ve been told I wasn’t loud enough, wasn’t out enough, I should take a stand, I should make waves. I’ve been called a bad lesbian, a failure. And you know what I needed all the while?”
“No,” Liddy said. “What?”
Releasing the girl’s fine breasts, Gemma took a step back. She lifted Liddy’s hips, encouraging the girl to stand and straddle the chair. She couldn’t wait. She gave that bum a good smack.
Liddy jerked forward on the table, knocking over her coffee cup with one of those pendulous swaying breasts. “Oh, I’m sorry!” she cried, reacting to the spillage but not at all to the spanking. “I’ll clean it up. Let me get some paper towel.”
“Stop,” Gemma instructed before Liddy could get too far from the table. “Leave it for later.”
“But...”
“I said leave it,” Gemma repeated. “Who is the partner and who is the junior?”
Liddy stared at her, those thick lashes black fans over fawning green eyes. Her dark hair cascaded over her shoulders, receding into straggly waves as they feathered her paper white breasts. When her full lips parted, it was simply to say, “I’m sorry.”
This wouldn’t be so hard after all.
“You have beautiful breasts, love.”
Gazing off to the side, Liddy smiled. “Thank you, ma’am.”
“Ahh, ma’am! So you’ve been taught to respect your elders. That’s good. Most young people think they rule the world.”
“Not me, ma’am.” Liddy bit her lip, so beautifully bashful. “There’s so much you can teach me.”
This girl was playing right in to Gemma’s hands. She’d been around the block. She knew the game.
“If you don’t want me cleaning up the coffee,” Liddy went on, “what would you like me to do?”
The possibilities were endless! Where to begin?
“Take your breasts in hand, Liddy.”
“Like this, ma’am?” The good girl did as she was told, cupping her luscious tits and holding them together.
“Beautiful, beautiful breasts.” Gemma licked her lips. She could hardly decide what to ask for next. “Pinch those rosy little nipples for me. Get them hard. Make them red.”
“Yes, ma’am.” Liddy pressed both nipples between her thumbs and forefingers, inhaling sharply.
“How does that feel?” Gemma asked, though she could feel the intense ache in her own breasts. She could feel that lightning bolt to her clit and that familiar throb, that need. “There’s so much you want from me, isn’t that right Liddy?”
Her lashes fluttered. She whimpered as she twisted her darling nipples. “Yes, ma’am. So much.”
“What do you want most?”
Liddy turned sharply, offering her ass up while her naked tits splashed in a pool of spilled coffee. Gemma could just imagine licking the caffeine from those gorgeous breasts, but what a young lawyer needed more than pleasure was discipline. Liddy seemed to know that. She knew what she needed.
“I hope you wore pleasing panties today,” Gemma said, pushing her voice into a
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