Alicia's Misfortune

by S. Silver

  He turned her over and climbed on top with his shaft rubbing all over her exposed belly. “What are you gonna do, huh? There isn’t enough money in the world to keep you from going to jail if you hurt me.”

  “Please!” She covered her head and started sobbing. “We love each other. Don’t you want him to be happy?”

  He got up and walked away saying, “I’ll think of something.”

  She watched him shake his butt as he walked away. She made a terrible mistake, and she wasn’t sure what she was going to do about it.

  Chapter 7

  For a brief moment, Lydia thought her entire life had been torn away from her. She’d never done anything like that before, and it was so amazing that she was still reeling from the moment of passion, but it wasn’t worth losing her husband over it. She didn’t know what she was going to do.

  She did, honestly, think of killing him. If she was caught, which probably would be she might be able to get a good lawyer, but this wasn’t worth going to jail over. She’d just have to figure out what it was he wanted her to do and hope that it was something she could endure. There was little hope of that.

  * * * * * *

  Crow was sitting naked on an antique 18th century horse hair couch with his feet firmly placed on an antique marble table. He had a glass of whiskey in one hand and a blunt in the other. His first order of business was to get as shit-faced as humanly possible so he wouldn’t have to deal with this place for a while. His bike was out of gas so a chemical escape was the best option. He flipped through the channels then took a harsh hit when he’d settled on something interesting. The phone on the table started buzzing and he looked down. It was his father calling. He’d better figure out what he wanted.

  “Fu** off.”The was his formal family greeting.

  “I want you out of the house from 6pm to 4am. You’re old enough to go to a bar so that shouldn’t be too hard for you, should it?”

  “Fu** you.” He hung up then went upstairs to deal with the woman. He knocked on the door and he heard her pad across the carpet.

  “What the fu** do you think you’re doing smoking that in my house!?”

  “Hand me your phone. You’re going to tell my father that you want to be alone for the evening and you’re staying in my room for tonight. I just figured out what you can do.”

  “No.”

  “Alright. I’m just gonna go downstairs and call him and tell him what you did.” He went down and picked up his phone on the table next to the banister.

  “Fine!” Agreeing with him was painful, but it was the only thing she could do. He had her by the melons.

  Crow went back to the living room and had a seat. There was nothing on T.V. And he was getting kind of bored. He decided to give his friend Curtis a call and see what he was up to. He might like to enjoy the new pool.

  “Hey what’s up.” He must’ve been pretty bored cause he answered kinda quick.

  “Nothin much just chillin here in my new stepmom’s mansion.”

  “What?”

  “She’s got her own private beach, pool, hot tub, a little mini-theater, that I am currently hot boxing and a short order cook that does what I tell him to.”

  “I could go for some grub. I’m starving.”

  “Well get your ass over here then.”

  “What’s she like? Is she hot?”

  “She’s alright. Her pussy’s real fu**ing tight.”

  “Tell me you didn’t.”

  “I just finished.”

  “Holy shit. I’ll be there in a bit.” He hung up the phone and made his way outside to get some sun. It had been wonderful out for a while now, and he needed a better tan. He drifted off for a moment, and when he woke up, he was butt naked and Curtis was standing over him looking like the statue of David, and giggling like a little girl.

  He grabbed his cock firmly by the base and said, “Don’t act like you never seen a fu**ing dick before.”

  Curtis laughed and said, “Just put that shit away till we meet Mommy, huh.”

  “Will do.” Crow grabbed his phone by the lounge chair and texted her, “Woman, get down here. We’re having dinner.” He looked over at Curtis and said, “We’re gonna have dinner. What should we have them make?”

  “I want fried chicken, country gravy, mashed potatoes and chocolate sundaes.” Crow started laughing at that.

  “Yeah. I think that’ll be perfect.” He went back inside and over to his bathroom downstairs to get a belt on then he made his way over to the foot of the stairs while Curtis waited in the living room. “Woman!!” His screams echoed throughout the house.

  She bounded out of her room, ready to tackle him, but when he opened his robe, with a nefarious reminder, she stopped and walked softly, like she was supposed to. She was going to put arsenic in his beer if he wasn’t careful.

  “Go get your chef to make us some fu**ing food and tell him to have it done in less than an hour.”

  “You said you’d think of something for me to do so you wouldn’t tell him.”

  Crow knew exactly what he was going to make her do. He’d been wanting to try something for a while, but he was going to really make her work first. He wasn’t about to just her off that easy.

  “We’ll get to that. First, we want you to go get some fu**ing food.” When she walked away, he slapped her ass and she looked like she was going to cut his head off. “When you’re done, go get something sexy on so you can meet my friend.”

  The two boys sat down for a huge dinner and waited for the woman to come down.

  Curtis took a huge chug of beer and bit into a drum stick. “Something’s up. Tell me what the hell is going on.”

  “No. You’ll just have to find out.”

  Curtis nodded his head and smiled. They both heard footsteps behind them and turned to see who it was. Lydia was wearing a tight red mini-dress and red heels. Her makeup was stellar.

  Curtis was out of his seat in an instant. “Well, hello. I’m Curtis, Crow’s friend. It’s nice to meet you.” He took her hand and kissed it and she giggled. He was cute.

  “It’s nice to meet you too.” She got a good look of his butt as he turned around to pull out her chair. “Why thank you.” He was such a gentleman. She reached out to grab her selfapiece of chicken when he slapped her hand away.

  “Curtis I’m getting kind of full. Come on, woman.” Curtis laughed and Crow grabbed her and pulled her into his bedroom.

  “I do this and that’s it. No more. You promise no to tell him.” She said as he bent her over the bed and pulled up her dress.

  “Do what,” Curtis asked.

  “We’re both gonna fu** her silly.”

  “Fu** yeah.” he pulled down his khaki pants and started rubbing his thick cock, which got hard instantly. Then he got on the bed and pulled her head up to choke her with his hard cock. “Come on, take it.” He slammed his cock in and Crow slapped her naked butt. It hurt but she almost exploded from the feeling. He was rubbing his fingers along her slit as Curtis held her head down onto it saying, “Swallow it.” The boys reach out and bump their fists as Crow rips down her panties and drives his cock up her ass as hard as he can.

  She screamed from the terrifying pain of it ripping through her. She couldn’t take it. It felt like she was being stabbed, but he just kept drilling her, harder and harder. She was screaming and panting and Curtis had his cock so far down her throat she couldn’t stop gagging.

  Crow drove it in as far as he could saying, “You like that fu**king cock,” and when his hips circled around just perfectly she did. It was the most exciting thing that had ever happened to her, like he was shoving pure pleasure inside of her with a hot poker, and just as she thought it couldn’t get any better, Curtis pulled out and their eyes met as his cock ran along her lips. It was the most sensual thing anyone had ever done to her. Crow’s finger reached down and he shoved it into her hole and moved it back and forth. The ensuing explosion ripped through her, and they just kept going, slamming her as their
cries mounted and Crow was banging her from both ends like a jackhammer. She could feel their panting getting louder, and their cries echoing through the entire mansion building up to the one moment where their bodies burst with pleasure and both men dug deep inside of her to deliver a full fountain of warm cum.

  When it was all over, they all collapsed on the bad and Crow slammed his lips against hers, then said. “Can I stay here with you and dad, new mommy?”

  “As long as you fu** me like that every day you can.” They all laughed.

  He did stay, and his father never found out. During the night, Harry was the one she loved, and during the day, Crow was the one she fu**ed.

  It worked out great for all of them.

  Emily’s Desire

  A Mail Order Bride Western Romance

  By: Erin Walsh

  Emily’s Desire,

  A Mail Order Bride Western Romance

  © Erin Walsh, 2015 – All rights reserved

  Published by Steamy Reads4U

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  Chapter 1

  Emily sat at her workspace, carefully threading another piece of yearn through the long, intricate spool that Finn had set in front of her. She had thirty more to complete before she took her lunch break, and she was already weary from the tedious work. “I’m not sure how much more of this I can complete, Leila.” Emily glanced over at her cousin who seemed unfazed by the looming pile of yarn sitting before them.

  “You know, Emily…” Leila flicked one of her long tresses of golden hair behind her shoulder. “It could always be a lot worse. We could be stuck over in the stables, mucking out straw and manure with Ellie and Felix.” She chuckled and then covered her mouth, feeling embarrassed that she had just poked fun at her male cousins’ work. Emily rolled her eyes.

  “Yes, yes. I know that situations always have the potential for being far worse, but it still doesn’t take away the fact that my fingers are raw and my hands are going limp from all of the pulling and tying.” Emily wasn’t much of a complainer, but for months now she had been hoping that by some twist of fate her life could be altered. She wasn’t necessarily unhappy, but she was still convinced that there was more out there in the world than she had yet seen.

  “Maybe Finn will promote you, and then you can help him with the dyeing process, instead. Jessie and Carmine seem to like that phase of the industry work.” Leila shrugged and then decided that there really wasn’t much that she could do to appease her cousin’s woes. As far as she was concerned, it was decent work with decent pay, and she didn’t think it warranted too much to complain about.

  “Maybe Finn will promote you, instead.” Emily raised her eyebrows and then gave her cousin a playful smile. “I see the way he looks at you every time he walks through here with a loom to disassemble. You know he is on the hunt for a good, pleasant wife.” Emily wondered why Finn wasn’t married, already. He was a fairly attractive man and he had a lovely home up in the Lancashire valley. Emily knew that he had a real soft spot for Leila, but she also knew that Leila would have no interest in him because of his age.

  “I think that the two of us would benefit from some time away from this place, even though I really don’t mind the work.” Leila smiled and pulled a long strand of yarn from the pile. She threaded it around the spool and then lifted it up above her head. Emily watched as Leila spun it around the spool. Just as Leila was about to comment on how much she liked the color of the yarn, the door swung open, and Finn stepped inside.

  “Good afternoon, Emily and Leila. I’m happy to see that you are both hard at work. You might be glad to find out that I am letting you both out early this afternoon. I just received a report from further up in the hills that snow is coming in our direction.” Finn stood with his hands on his hips. He looked concerned, yet not fearful. It was somewhat unusual for Lancashire to be hit with winter storms this time of year, but the two cousins were thrilled, nonetheless.

  “Well I suppose we best get cleaned up in here, then.” Leila was the first to get up from her chair. She scooped a large pile of yellow yarn into a pile, and then stacked her cotton squares into a neat pile on the floor. Emily began picking up her scissors, spools, and yarn bags. Finn watched on with satisfaction, pleased that the girls were both efficient and amiable. He wished that all of his employees had the same solid work ethic and positive attitude.

  “Thank you, Mr. Dillmore. We’ll be on our way shortly.” Emily smiled and then got up from the table. She was relieved to have the rest of the afternoon free, and she was already thinking of creative ways to spend the time. Leila wiped down her area with a dry cloth and then pushed in her chair, as well. Finn watched on a few more minutes, and then walked away to break the news to the rest of his crew.

  “Shall we stop at Griffin’s Café on the way home? I bet they still have some of those cinnamon rolls from breakfast.” Leila’s eyes got wide as saucers. Emily chuckled, always amused by Leila’s love for sweets.

  “Sure. Let’s get some coffee and some cinnamon rolls.” Emily was thrilled with the prospect of doing something that didn’t involve a schedule. She could go to Griffin’s Café and sit by the window, then wait for the ominous snow to begin falling. She smiled. It would be time put to good use, regardless of what she chose to do.

  By the time the two had put on their coats and walked to the front door, the sky had turned from blue to gray, and a subtle chill filled the air. They walked away from Lancashire Textile Company, and toward the center of town. Emily smiled and gave Leila a playful tug on the arm. “This is so exciting. When’s the last time we had an afternoon free to do something fun?” Her eyes widened and she thrust her head up toward the sky, watchful for any signs of a snowflake.

  Leila smiled in response, and then looked over her shoulder just in time to see a throng of middle-schooled aged males running past them. “School’s out early! School’s out early!” One of them in the front yelled at the top of his lungs and the others followed behind him, their arms flailing in excitement as they past Emily and Leila. When they reached the Griffin Café, Emily opened the door and the two cousins stepped inside.

  “There’s nothing like the smell of fresh coffee and hot cinnamon rolls.” Emily closed her eyes and sniffed the air. Martha, the head baker, stepped out from behind the counter and threw her arms on her thighs.

  “Well if it isn’t the Fawn cousins.” She smiled and then let out a hearty laugh. She had known the girls since they were just babies, and her daughter, Maggie, had often babysat for both of their families. Emily and Leila unbuttoned their coats and hung them on the hook by the door. Emily gave Martha a hug. “I’m so happy to see the two of you.” Leila smiled and ran her hands through her long brown hair. Then she gave Martha a hug, as well.

  “Well have a seat and tell me what I can get for you. I’m running a special on peppermint mochas today.” She raised her eyebrows and then scooted behind the counter to wait on a customer. Emily and Leila sat down
by the table closest to the window. Emily closed her eyes for a moment, relieved that she was out of the Lancashire Textile Company. Tempted by the peppermint mocha offer, she got up and ordered one at the counter. Leila did the same.

  “You know, Leila. I think the only thing missing from this picture right now is a significant other to share it with.” Emily smiled and took a sip of her hot drink. Leila rolled her eyes. She was becoming used to Emily’s recent preoccupation with finding a mate, and she often humored her to quell the obsession.

  “I bet one day, when the time is right, both of us will end up happily married. For right now we need to just be content with our jobs, and focus on making enough money to rent a new flat with more living space.” Leila nodded her head, confident that her response was the appropriate one. Emily rolled her eyes.

  “Of course what you say is correct, Leila. But neither of us are little school-girls any more. We need to find someone before we hit the old spinster era of our lives.” Emily spoke dramatically and reached across the table to emphasize her point. Leila shook her head and sighed.

  “You need to find a theater company to work with on your spare time because the melodrama is strong with you.” She sipped her drink and then reached for a newspaper that was sitting along the windowsill. Just as she opened up the front page, snowflakes started to fall on the town. Emily’s eyes widened.

  “Here it comes, Leila. Maybe we’ll get so much snow that Finn will have to close the shop tomorrow.” She spoke with a hopeful lilt in her voice, and then sipped on her mocha with delight. Leila looked outside and the two girls fell silent for the next five minutes, both of them in awe of the beauty that came with a heavy snowfall. Martha came out from behind the counter and joined them in observation for a few minutes.

  “Nothing like an unexpected snowfall in the middle of November, right?” She smiled and then went back to her position behind the counter. She knew that a heavy snow could mean a rush in business, so she got to work on prepping coffee and rolling out another section of dough.