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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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been. She let the leather recoil off Liddy’s lovely derriere, but there was something unsatisfying about a smack without the snapping sound of a cracked whip. Her belt had that capability. She wanted to use it.
And Liddy obviously wanted the same thing. She glanced back at Gemma, her hair now wet with coffee, and pleaded, “Harder?”
Taking a step back and to the side, Gemma raised her belt and inhaled deeply. She brought the leather down hard, slapping Liddy’s virgin thighs. Damn. Her aim was off. She tried again, and this time struck the girl’s derriere exactly where it was pinkest from the spankings.
Squealing, Liddy writhed on the table. Her pretty breasts made rude squelching sounds in the sticky coffee mess. How much could Gemma give before it became too much? An impatient tickle developed in her belly, and she thwacked Liddy’s ass even harder. The belt shrieked almost as loudly as Liddy when Gemma struck her again. She jumped and her red ass jiggled. The sight was beyond delightful. It tied a knot in Gemma’s stomach, and she whipped the girl again.
There were times in life when Gemma wished to god she had a huge, hard cock. Looking down at Liddy’s swollen ass, she could only imagine how ripe and wet that girl’s pussy must be. Those lovely cheeks sizzled red and Liddy whimpered like a puppy. Her knees buckled. Her fingers wiggled. She lay with her cheek flush to the lunchroom table, her hair slowly soaking up the excess coffee.
“Liddy, you need a good fuck,” Gemma said.
“Yes, ma’am.” The poor girl’s voice broke. “Yes, I do.”
From now on, Gemma would keep a strap-on at the office. That was for damn sure.
What else could she fuck the girl with? Fingers, certainly, but that wasn’t nearly enough. Maybe someone had left a cucumber in the fridge? Gemma checked, but everyone seemed to be following the “throw it out or take it home” policy. The fridge was all but empty, and the freezer was full of...ice cubes...
Gemma chuckled to herself and Liddy asked what was funny, but she wouldn’t say. The icy coldness would come as a shock to the junior lawyer’s blazing red ass. She couldn’t wait to witness the reaction. Had Liddy ever done this before, or would it be a first? Gemma’s belly fluttered at the thought.
Cracking one of the hard plastic ice trays, Gemma approached Liddy’s ass. The sound obviously gave her away, because Liddy’s cheeks tensed visibly and her calf muscles tightened. Oh well. Even if the ice wasn’t a surprise, it would still be a shock to her flesh.
Gemma took an ice cube between her fingernails and pressed it against Liddy’s hot cheek. The shriek that surged from that girl’s mouth brought a satisfied throb between Gemma’s thighs. Her joy was perverse. It drew from other people’s pain, and also from the resolution of that pain. She’d caused the brutal sting to Liddy’s backside, and now she was taking care of the girl, easing the sizzle with ice.
“How does that feel?” Gemma cooed.
Liddy whimpered. Her fingers wriggled behind her back.
“Does it feel good?” Gemma asked. “Answer me.”
“It’s cold, ma’am. So cold it burns.”
In moments, the ice had melted, spilling crystal water down Liddy’s porcelain thighs. Gemma grabbed another cube and traced it in sweeping figure eights across Liddy’s blazing ass.
Liddy stamped her heels on the ground, like she could pound the pain out through her feet. “It hurts! Oh God, it hurts so much!”
Cold on hot would hurt. Frozen on blazing was a whole other level of pain.
“Would you like me to stop, love?”
Liddy whimpered and whined, but she didn’t say no.
“How about this instead?” Without further warning, Gemma found Liddy’s wet slit and pressed an ice cube inside.
Liddy jerked around as much as she could with her wrists tied behind her back. She looked up at Gemma like she couldn’t figure out what the hell was going on. Gemma plucked another cube from the tray and
And Liddy obviously wanted the same thing. She glanced back at Gemma, her hair now wet with coffee, and pleaded, “Harder?”
Taking a step back and to the side, Gemma raised her belt and inhaled deeply. She brought the leather down hard, slapping Liddy’s virgin thighs. Damn. Her aim was off. She tried again, and this time struck the girl’s derriere exactly where it was pinkest from the spankings.
Squealing, Liddy writhed on the table. Her pretty breasts made rude squelching sounds in the sticky coffee mess. How much could Gemma give before it became too much? An impatient tickle developed in her belly, and she thwacked Liddy’s ass even harder. The belt shrieked almost as loudly as Liddy when Gemma struck her again. She jumped and her red ass jiggled. The sight was beyond delightful. It tied a knot in Gemma’s stomach, and she whipped the girl again.
There were times in life when Gemma wished to god she had a huge, hard cock. Looking down at Liddy’s swollen ass, she could only imagine how ripe and wet that girl’s pussy must be. Those lovely cheeks sizzled red and Liddy whimpered like a puppy. Her knees buckled. Her fingers wiggled. She lay with her cheek flush to the lunchroom table, her hair slowly soaking up the excess coffee.
“Liddy, you need a good fuck,” Gemma said.
“Yes, ma’am.” The poor girl’s voice broke. “Yes, I do.”
From now on, Gemma would keep a strap-on at the office. That was for damn sure.
What else could she fuck the girl with? Fingers, certainly, but that wasn’t nearly enough. Maybe someone had left a cucumber in the fridge? Gemma checked, but everyone seemed to be following the “throw it out or take it home” policy. The fridge was all but empty, and the freezer was full of...ice cubes...
Gemma chuckled to herself and Liddy asked what was funny, but she wouldn’t say. The icy coldness would come as a shock to the junior lawyer’s blazing red ass. She couldn’t wait to witness the reaction. Had Liddy ever done this before, or would it be a first? Gemma’s belly fluttered at the thought.
Cracking one of the hard plastic ice trays, Gemma approached Liddy’s ass. The sound obviously gave her away, because Liddy’s cheeks tensed visibly and her calf muscles tightened. Oh well. Even if the ice wasn’t a surprise, it would still be a shock to her flesh.
Gemma took an ice cube between her fingernails and pressed it against Liddy’s hot cheek. The shriek that surged from that girl’s mouth brought a satisfied throb between Gemma’s thighs. Her joy was perverse. It drew from other people’s pain, and also from the resolution of that pain. She’d caused the brutal sting to Liddy’s backside, and now she was taking care of the girl, easing the sizzle with ice.
“How does that feel?” Gemma cooed.
Liddy whimpered. Her fingers wriggled behind her back.
“Does it feel good?” Gemma asked. “Answer me.”
“It’s cold, ma’am. So cold it burns.”
In moments, the ice had melted, spilling crystal water down Liddy’s porcelain thighs. Gemma grabbed another cube and traced it in sweeping figure eights across Liddy’s blazing ass.
Liddy stamped her heels on the ground, like she could pound the pain out through her feet. “It hurts! Oh God, it hurts so much!”
Cold on hot would hurt. Frozen on blazing was a whole other level of pain.
“Would you like me to stop, love?”
Liddy whimpered and whined, but she didn’t say no.
“How about this instead?” Without further warning, Gemma found Liddy’s wet slit and pressed an ice cube inside.
Liddy jerked around as much as she could with her wrists tied behind her back. She looked up at Gemma like she couldn’t figure out what the hell was going on. Gemma plucked another cube from the tray and
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