Naughty Ladies! Spicy Romance Collection

by Bree Branigan

  “Oh, yes!” she purred huskily. Sliding slowly upward, mouthing every part of Alex’s body, loving the way they fit together, Kendra reached Alex’s lips to kiss her passionately, letting her taste her own sweet juices.

  As if by a mutual, unspoken understanding the two women, moved to a 69 position, so that Alexis was on top of Kendra and their heads were at each other's genitals. Kendra wasted no time. She began ferociously eating Alexis' pussy, letting Alexis drain into her mouth. Alex was a fast learner! Flicking her tongue to caress Kendra’s clit, she sent ecstatic shivers throughout Kendra’s body. She felt Alex shudder and tremble as she came, but her tongue kept going.

  “Aaaaahhhh,” Kendra cried, as she felt her body exploding with pleasure. They lay there, bodies entwined, licking and flicking. Orgasm after orgasm racked their satiated bodies.

  Little did they know that they had an unexpected visitor lurking outside in the dark. There, by the window, staring intently at the hot lesbian action, was the prowler who had previously broken into Kendra’s house. In complete disguise, he said nothing. He simply spectated while jerking off feverishly, trying to keep his heavy breathing under control. He stroked his cock harder and faster, imagining that he was fucking both women. He observed how completely devoted Kendra was to fucking her friend. But the prowler was too horny to be angry at Kendra for “cheating” on him. Watching the two women tongue each other's pussies was a reward in itself. It was quite steamy on the other side of the glass, so much so, the prowler felt himself coming. He gripped his cock firmly, stroking it like a mad man until he shot his white semen onto the side of the house. The two women were too lost in their heightened erotic engagement to hear anything but the sound of their own moaning.

  Chapter 6

  It had been a lackluster day at the office for Kendra. Though there was a steady stream of work on hand, she yawned at the prospect of it. She looked so forward to unwinding at home.

  An image of Alexis popped into her mind, causing her to smile mischievously. That kinky night they had spent together had really been something special. She wondered if she could replicate it. Then she realized that it was slightly hypocritical. She had always insisted on a no-ties arrangement. She couldn’t ask any more of Alex. What a shame, though! It had been so good! Kendra sighed nostalgically as she stared off at a random spot on the wall.

  Suddenly, Mr. Hyde walked into her office. He began asking about some files related to a client that had come in the previous week. Without displaying much effort, she handed him the file. Only half listening, she watched him discuss real business matters while dropping little hints and innuendo into his speech. She struggled not to yawn. Struggled to keep her mind on work.

  When Mr. Hyde was long gone, Kendra heard her phone ring. She looked at the caller ID but it was an unknown number. She clicked the answer button to end the unnecessary suspense.

  “Hello. This is Kendra.”

  “Hey, buttercup,” answered the sinister edited voice, “It's been a long... long... long time since I last called you. Too long. I bet you missed me.”

  “You again!” Kendra cried. “How did you get my number?” She wondered why she hadn't asked him this question before.

  “That's neither here nor there. I'm just worried my little pussy cat might be straying. I thought I made it clear that your pussy belongs to me. You haven't been playing fair. No one can pleasure you the way I can. You belong to me. We belong together. If I can't have you, no one else can!” the voice laughed maniacally. “You gave me quite a treat the other night. I thought I knew you inside and out but you really surprised me.”

  Kendra gulped as she felt her pulse quicken. This did not seem like the prank she had initially suspected it to be. “W-What are you implying?”

  Laughter erupted from the other end of the line. The mysterious person appeared to be having a good time, “Cut the shit! You know exactly what I'm talking about. You and that other girl put on quite a little show the other night. Yeah, I know all about it. I got so turned on by the action that I had to... participate myself. But fucking my hand is no substitute for you, Pussycat. I can't wait to suck on those nipples of yours. I just wanna squeeze those breasts against my face, then stuff your face with my cock.”

  Kendra felt the air leaving her body limp and more helpless, there in her chair, body with each word he uttered. This was proving to be too much for her.

  “S-Stay away from me,” she sputtered; “if you come anywhere near me I'll chop your dick off!”

  “What? With your mouth? Wouldn't that be a treat. Speaking of treats, I left a little present at your house. It's in the the fourth drawer from the top of your dresser. It should keep you occupied until I come for you. I love you, Kendra. Remember: if I can have you, no one else can.”

  KENDRA ALMOST SCOFFED at the cheesy and unoriginal threat. But t was a threat nonetheless, and she wasn't about to jeopardize her life with this miscreant. As her phone went silent, she flopped back in her chair, dazed by all the thoughts that were storming the castle of her mind. This person had broken into her house. She had to seek help. But who could she ask? How should she proceed? Her first instinct told her not to panic. Panic is the enemy. Not only would she get through this, but she would do it like the proud, independent, strong-willed woman that she was. This asshole was not going to get the best of her.

  WHEN KENDRA GOT HOME it was late. Though slightly fearful, she entered the house and turned on all the lights. She walked through the kitchen, and down the hallway while holding a big sharp kitchen knife, which she wasn't the least bit afraid to use. She went into every room and checked every crevice to confirm that there was no one there. She breathed a sigh of relief when her search was completed.

  At last, she went back to her room and approached her dresser. She slowly pulled out the fourth drawer from the top and began shifting around the contents. She immediately noticed a long gift-wrapped item. Kendra took out the package and gazed at it. Deciding to not let it overpower her senses, she began peeling the tape and ripping off the paper that it was wrapped in. Finally, her stalker's gift was revealed: a thick twelve-inch electric vibrator. Kendra sighed heavily. She turned to the bedroom’s garbage bin and dumped it. Then she laid the kitchen knife on her bed-stand, hopped onto the bed, and closed her eyes. Steadying her breathing, she fortified her will, and finally fell into a fitful sleep.

  Chapter 7

  The next two weeks were hell. Kendra’s usually upbeat nature was shaken by the terror she felt over her stalker. Not a day went by that she wasn’t constantly on the look-out. Sure, the creep hadn’t called again, but this hadn’t prevented Kendra from fearing that he may strike at any moment. Kendra’s relations with men had grinded to a stand-still. She was simply too suspicious to trust any man whose company she had shared romantically. Or to trust any new ones, for that matter.

  This being the way of things, Alexis became Kendra's sole means of comfort. Kendra, finally feeling the pressure, confided in Alexis. She felt Alexis should know, as the culprit had seen their sexual encounter. At first, Alexis was shocked. But she was empathic, and wanted to help in any way she could. Their night of overwhelming hedonism had in no way or form complicated the nature of their relationship; they cared for each other dearly. The two sat on Kendra's front lawn, discussing what they ought to do.

  “Maybe you should report this to the police, Kendra. I mean, you can't keep living like this. You're losing sleep over it.”

  Kendra sighed and stared at the green grass, “He said if I call the police, he'll do something that I wouldn't like... Besides, he seems to be keeping his distance now . . .I'm sorry I dragged you into this, Alexis.”

  “What? Don't worry about me; it's you he seems to be after. Otherwise he would have made contact with me by now. But I just don't get it. Why is he terrifying you like this? I mean, everyone likes you.”

  “Maybe that's just it: maybe he likes me just a little too much. But the cat and mouse game is getting on my nerves. I nee
d to find the bastard and stop this.”

  Alexis looked at her friend, admiring the fact that Kendra had chosen to remain strong.

  “But how are you going to get to him? You don't even know who he is, or even if it’s a 'he.'”

  “I've learned a lot over the years of interacting with men. And the biggest weakness a man possesses is his own ego. Trust me, Alexis, I'm going to catch that asshole, and I'll do it very very soon.”

  Later that night, Kendra sat in front of the television staring patiently at the phone. It was raining outside. She had a bag of potato chips next to her, which she periodically reached for during each commercial break. She was in a focused almost trance-like state.

  As if someone in the world had psychic powers and sensed Kendra's anticipation, the phone rang. Kendra, with slow and deliberate action, reached for the phone and noted that it was an “unknown caller”. She answered as she normally would:

  “Hello, this is Kendra.”

  “How you doing, Pussycat? I missed your voice. Maybe you and I could–”

  “Sorry,” Kendra interrupted the stalker's demonic sounding voice with a fake yawn, “but you've wasted enough of my time. Don't call me anymore. I can't stand men who have no backbone.”

  The stalker's voice staggered, “Wait. What?” Her bored tone unhinged him.

  “You heard me. You're just another coward. A real man would have come for me by now. Let me guess: I'm too much woman for you, is that it? A little prick like you should go play on the jungle gym. You're not worth my time anymore... loser.”

  The stalker began choking on his words; his anger peaking, “Listen! You little bitch! Who the fuck do you think you are? I'm no coward. Just you wait. I'm gonna kidnap your ass and turn you into my own personal fuck bucket! Oh I'm coming; you can count on it. And another thing–”

  Kendra chose this moment to hang up the phone, undermining the wrath of her enemy. Her goal had been met.

  ACROSS TOWN, A MAN in a dark room is pacing the floor in rage and frustration. His shaking hand removes the cigarette he has been smoking and tosses it aside. Not feeling the least bit vindicated, he takes up the half filled bottle of brandy and flings it violently against the wall. The sound of shattering glass gives him a moderately more satisfying feeling. But he hasn’t totally been appeased. Kendra has really gotten under his skin. How dare she talk to him like that? Perhaps he has given her too much space. It seems she’s gotten over her fear. Well not anymore. He intends to show her who’s boss. He just has to endure a day or two of planning, then... then he will make his move.

  THE NEXT DAY WAS A shopping day. Carefully he gathered the tools he would need for his grand ambition. He lay them out on the bed: rope, a blindfold, gag, clamps, duct tape, a whip and a cane, a butt plug, and a dildo. Rubbing his hands together, he giggled as he stared at the items on the bed. Each item heightened his imagination and he got an erection from picturing all the things he was going to do once he got a hold of Kendra. He slipped the items into a backpack, ensured that he was dressed from head to toe, and left the house.

  “She won't know what hit her,” he thought to himself.

  It was 1:00 am Thursday morning when the prowler arrived once again at Kendra's neighborhood. He scanned the streets for signs of life, spotting nothing but empty cars. He didn't waste any time. He hastily crept to Kendra's door and began picking the lock, chuckling to himself at her stupidity. She hadn’t even had them changed!

  Once inside the dark house, he put on his ski mask and tip-toed from room to room, making his way to Kendra's bedroom. The bedroom door was locked. With the utmost precision and finesse, he silently picked it open. He stuck his head inside. Noting Kendra's sleeping form, he snuck up to her bed. There lay his beautiful angel in her see-through night gown. He swallowed hard at her beauty. Looking at her bed stand, he spotted the kitchen knife. It was time to get started. He knew the items in his hand would have to be used with incomparable skill. This was it. He began mentally counting to three.

  In one lightning-quick moment, he threw the blindfold over Kendra's eyes, and before she had time to scream, he began tying the gag around her mouth. Kendra struggled, but he had her pinned down. Her muffled sounds could not be heard outside of the room. She thrashed about, but he held her fast, working to tie up her hands and feet. Kendra could neither see nor talk. She could only hum; which she did, frantically.

  “Hey, Pussycat,” the voice sounded familiar. It was purring happily. “I told you I'd come for you. Remember that fuck I promised you? Well, you're gonna get it. You're gonna get it so damn good. Prepare to get–”

  But the prowler’s speech was interrupted by a loud whack and the sound of a body falling to the floor with a soft flump. Kendra could hear a man’s voice and the chaotic sounds of a man being handcuffed and held. Soon, Kendra felt someone undoing her bindings, then the blindfold. With a runaway heartbeat, she looked up at the man in uniform who helped her up:

  “Thank you, Terry.”

  “No problem, Kendra.”

  The wounded prowler, now held by another police officer, looked at the two, “So that's it, huh? You call in some cop whose dick you sucked to do your dirty work. You filthy little whore.”

  Though the intruder had no way of knowing it, Kendra and Officer Terry had, in fact, been intimate before. Not that it mattered. The police had insisted her house be watched when she’d gone to the them and reported the phone calls and house intrusion. That night it had been him waiting and watching in one of the cars parked in front of her house.

  The officer approached the masked man and removed the ski mask Kendra gasped, turning white. She stared at his face, twisted with anger. “Do you recognize him, Kendra?”

  Kendra nodded, “His name is Keith. He... works at my office!”

  Keith wheezed in agony, his nostrils flaring, “Kendra... I wanted to marry you. I loved you, and you ditched me. What was I to do? We could have... been together. We could have...”

  “That's enough,” said Officer Terry. “Save it for your trial and testimony.”

  With that, Officer Terry led Keith away in handcuffs. Shaken, Kendra hugged herself. Now that she could let loose, her body trembled uncontrollably, and tears streamed down her face. The ordeal was finally over.

  Chapter 8

  It was Kendra’s day off. She sat in a chair on her front lawn reading a book as the maintenance workers did their job. Ever since Keith had been arrested she had decided to take a greater interest in her own security. The workmen were finishing their installation of the new door as well as the motion-activated lights at the front and back of the house. It was money well spent.

  Still, Kendra was surprised by how far things had escalated. If she hadn't acted when she did and requested the police’s help, she would probably be Keith’s sex slave, tied up in some dark depressing basement right now. Kendra shuddered at the thought. She thought of the times she had spied other disillusioned former-lovers. Maybe she was playing with fire. Maybe it was time she got her affairs in orders. She wasn't getting any younger. Maybe some settling down wouldn't be so bad.

  When the workmen finished the installations and were leaving, Kendra stood up, and was heading inside when suddenly she heard a familiar voice calling her name. She turned and looked around. She spotted Alexis walking toward her. But Alexis was not walking by herself. There was someone very familiar walking next to her: a tall, muscular, dark skinned man. They held hands as they walked together. Kendra tilted her head and placed her hands on her hips, trying to understand how it was possible for Alexis and Marcus to have become acquainted without her knowing.

  Finally, all three were standing next to one another. Kendra looked from Alexis to Marcus, then back to Alexis. Her intrigue was quite apparent:

  “I am just dying to know how you two ended up walking here together; and so chummily, I might add.”

  Alexis brushed her hair out of her face and gave a little smile. “It's really not that strange. I saw him on the bus
one day, and I asked him if he knew what had happened between you and Keith. He didn’t know about it, so I told him.”

  MARCUS SCRATCHED HIS head, “It's good to see you, Kendra. I'm really sorry to hear about your run-in with that creep. I can't believe he was willing to go so far. Still, I'm really glad you’re okay.”

  “You and me both. I always figured I was a good judge of character. But it just goes to show, you never really know. The incident rattled me enough to make me upgrade my security. See.” Kendra pointed to the new door and the motion sensing lights. “But if it led to you two getting together, it wasn’t all for nothing.” She smiled.

  “We’ve been hitting it off ever since,” Marcus winked, a big smile creasing his face.

  Kendra folded her arms casually, “Hmm, I see.”

  Alexis’s forehead creased. She looked anxiously at Kendra. “Are you okay with that? Is it all right?”

  “Perfectly all right,” Kendra slung her arm around her friend’s shoulders as they walked toward the house.

  “Ah,” said Alexis. “How is the investigation going?”

  Kendra exhaled and then forced a chuckle, “You're not going to believe this, but when the police searched Keith's place, in sifting through the mess, they found one of my unwashed thongs scenically framed on one of his walls.”

  “That sick fuck...” muttered Marcus.

  “Did the police say how much jail time he might face?” Alexis inquired, looking very much alarmed. She wanted to be reassured that Keith would not be a threat ever again.

  “Well,” began Kendra, “he's being charged with breaking and entering along with attempted kidnapping. But my lawyer is pushing to get the longest sentencing the law permits. Trust me, he won't be walking out of jail anytime soon. His ass is grass. Still, I can’t help but think the poor guy is sick. And we did have some nice times . . . ” A tear slipped down her cheek.