Happy Steak and Blowjob Day
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Behind her, Ted clapped. "Very nice! Are you sure you want to be a site manager? I could get you set up on one of the big chainsaws..."
Jennifer laughed and slapped him playfully on the chest without thinking. As her palm touched his bare pecs, she realized she was being too forward. Even though he felt so good, she hadn't meant to do more than flirt and entice him to make a move. She started to pull away, but Ted was faster. He took her hand in his and pulled her close. He looked down into her eyes and smiled. "You swing an axe like a natural," he said.
Jennifer laughed and kissed him. His rough stubble was scratchy against her smooth skin, and his tongue parted her lips like a blade cutting through tender green twigs. He explored her mouth gently, rolling the tip of his tongue along her own, then back out, teasing her lips with quick little flicks. She lifted her chin and pressed herself against him, wanting more. Her own tongue pushed into his mouth, then she took his bottom lip between her teeth and nipped gently.
His chest pressed against her, hairless but for a small tuft of dark hair between his nipples. His sweat mingled with her own in the wet, white fabric of her blouse, and pleasure rippled through her as he pressed against her swollen nipples.
Just as in her daydream, Ted's hands found their way down her back to her high, tight ass. He took a cheek in each calloused palm and squeezed gently, pulling her closer. She felt his erection press against her stomach, threatening to burst out of his tight jeans like a tree root pushing up through a sidewalk.
"Oh my," Jennifer said, sliding a hand down his tight, hard abs to rub the bulging denim. "That's a nice piece of lumber you've got there." She squeezed unzipped his jeans and tugged them down past his hips, freeing his throbbing length of hardwood. "What was it you told me?" She wrapped her hand around his cock, loose and easy. "Let my hand slide down the shaft as I stroke?" She did, letting him slide through her palm as she moved her hand down the trunk of his mighty tree, slow and smooth.
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The Ghost Fucker: Hung Like a Dead Man
The first book in The Ghost Fucker series. Katrina Nightingale's rare gift lets her see ghosts, touch ghosts, and even fuck ghosts. When a man accidentally kills himself with autoerotic asphyxiation, Katrina is called to the scene and finds that this tormented spirit is hung in more ways than one! Explicit and graphic sex scenes. 3400 words, M/F, supernatural, masturbation, strangling.
Excerpt:
A wide, full-length mirror hung on the wall at the foot of the bed, and I could see myself, white curves on the sleeping bag's red silk. I propped myself against the headboard and unfastened my bra's clasp. My breasts spilled out, and I felt the room's temperature drop by several degrees as the ghost drew near. Kevin's ghost stood in the doorway now, but I watched myself in the mirror, ignoring him. Goosebumps rippled across the smooth, tight skin of my stomach, and my nipples stood out, firm and pink. I shivered and ran my hands up my body, cupping my breasts and squeezing them gently together. While I massaged a nipple with one hand, the other explored inside my panties. My fingers slid through the dark patch of pubic hair and over the swell of my labia. My body knew what the cold air meant, and when my fingers slid inside my folds, they found warm wetness.
I dragged my fingertips out and spread my labia apart, massaging my clit and lubricating myself with my own moisture. Then I reached for the dildo, a large, pink piece of flexible rubber with ridges along its length. I slid my panties down to my ankles, then kicked them across the room.
I opened my mouth and sucked my toy, rolling my tongue along the ridges and coating it with saliva. I could feel Kevin's spectral eyes on me, the temperature plunged as the room's heat fed his growing arousal.
Naked now, I spread my legs and dragged the dildo downward, between my curving breasts, over my stomach, and into my crotch. I teased myself, rubbing the toy's head against my clit and spreading myself open to give the ghost a good view. I was sopping now, hot down there despite the cold. I pushed the pink rod inside me and felt myself quiver with need, opening like a flower ready for the hummingbird's beak.
Come on, Kevin. I know you want me.
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