Naughty Ladies! Spicy Romance Collection

by Bree Branigan

  “I take it you're not in the mood for waiting around. Hmm, that's too bad because I have something special planned for you tonight.” She lifted her shoulders in a half-shrug.

  Charlie raised his eye-brows. What now? “Oh really, what did you have in mind?”

  She took his hand and led him to the bedroom, “Follow me and you'll see.” Once inside the room, Anna looked around and found what she was looking for. “Perfect,” she said. “That chair will do.” She dragged the chair across the room so that it directly faced the bed. Then she pushed Charlie into it. He sat obediently looking at her, amusement sparkling in his eyes. Dimming the lights slightly she sat on the bed.

  “Are we going to– ” Charlie was becoming used to feeling a bit confused around this girl.

  “Shhh,” Anna interrupted him. “Let me explain what's going to happen. First I'm going to put on a little show . . . and then . . . then you'll get to have your fun. So just relax and enjoy the show. Understood?”

  With his curiosity peaking, Charlie nodded, wide-eyed and dumb-struck.

  “Good,” Anna smirked. “Now let's get started.” She stood in front of him, her laughing eyes boring into his.

  Slowly, seductively she removed her dress, slipping one shoulder, then the other off and letting it slide down her arms as she twisted her body free. She wore a lacy red bra and matching thong underneath it, revealing the half-naked body Charlie had been waiting to see. “You like?” she asked impishly, performing a sexy little dance. Then, as she looked him in the eyes, she sashayed over to the chair he sat in. Lifting one leg at a time, she sat in Charlie's lap, straddling him, grinding against him for a brief period before sliding down his legs, and standing again to prance onto the bed. Bit by bit she removed her bra and underwear, twisting, writhing, exaggerating her movements and flinging them, one at a time, across the room. Charlie gripped the front of his pants. Bending from the waist so that her muscular little ass stuck up in the air facing him, Annabelle reached for the purse she had brought with her. She fumbled around inside for a moment, and pulled something out.

  Charlie looked at Anna waving her fingers across a ten-inch dildo. He sat still and silent (hard as it was!) He watched as she slowly inserted the object inside her vagina and listened as she let out a low gasp. Sinking into the bed, and laying on her back, one hand fondled her firm, round breast, while the other hand oscillated the dildo in and out of her sweet, warm pussy. She stared directly into Charlie's now-bulging eyes as she stroked herself, feeling her juices begin to flow. Letting her head fall back, she arched her neck, and softly moaned as she pleasured herself.

  Soon she seemed to forget that Charlie was watching her. Panting and moaning she fucked herself. Charlie watched, his hand lightly covering his erection. He looked at Anna with awe; she looked so alive and flooded with sexual energy. He imagined that he was the one squeezing her breast; imagined that he was the one filling her up, causing her to writhe with delight. Annabelle was lost in her own orgasmic world. Finally, after much thrusting of the dildo and much sweating and panting, she flopped back in the bed, and, with bated breath, she looked at Charlie. She closed her eyes for a second before re-opening them:

  “Okay,” she panted, “I think I'm ready for you now.”

  Charlie didn't need to hear any more. He promptly undid his belt and dropped his pants. Annabelle watched as his fully erect penis dangled; she reached forward and held it as Charlie undid his shirt. As she played with his genitals, Annabelle pondered how it was that in spite of her history, this would be the first time she’d had sex with a black guy. From the bedside table he grabbed the condom that he had placed there, unwrapped it and swiftly pulled it on.

  Anna bit her lip as Charlie climbed onto the bed. She gripped her chest. “You don't need to be gentle with me.”

  Charlie smiled as he positioned her hips, “The thought honestly hadn't crossed my mind.”

  Pushing her back onto the pillows, he held himself above her, resting his penis against her slit. Kissing and nuzzling her neck, her throat and her breasts, he nipped and licked. His desire made him want to ravage her. He took one nipple into his mouth, massaging her breasts vigorously with both hands. As he slid down her body, he tasted every bit of her. She had her own taste, better than any dessert he could imagine. His hands caressed every nook and cranny of her beautiful body. He nibbled her stomach, her mound, her thighs, smelling the salty-sweetness of her.

  She writhed, her eyes closed. “Eat me, baby,” she moaned. He nestled his face in her mound, his hot breath sending her further into rapture. Then his flexible tongue entered her, latching onto her clit. “Aaaahhh!” she cried.

  Her pussy was dripping wet, and he slurped and sucked and licked to his heart’s content. She thrust her groin further into his mouth, rotating her hips as his tongue flicked her bud. Suddenly her legs clenched around him and she wailed as her insides began to pulse and quake with tremendous force.

  With that, he placed her legs on top of his shoulders and entered her. Anna gripped the sheets as Charlie began penetrating her vagina. She felt him moving deep inside of her and so she relaxed her body, welcoming his penetration. He kept his pace steady. The sound of their bodies slapping together was like stimulating music; music that sent Charlie's hips into overdrive.

  He flipped her over and entered her from behind. He was no slouch. He knew she'd like it hard and fast. He could sense her body trying to taking him in fully by pushing up against him with counter thrusts.

  “Oh God!” Anna yelled. “Keep going... just like that... just like that.” She clutched the sheets once more.

  Charlie held her firmly. She ground and rotated her ass against his groin, groaning in ecstasy. Faster and stronger he thrust. He could feel her wrapped tightly around him, begging for his release. Finally, Charlie gripped her with his final push, her voice filling the room as both their bodies peaked.

  “Here I come!” Charlie announced as his strength left him and his juices lingered between himself and Annabelle. When his release was complete, he fell on top of her, his big arms wrapped around her fine body. They remained in this position for some time. Neither spoke, until Anna broke the silence:

  “That was– you were great,” she murmured.

  With Anna lying on her stomach and with him lying on top of her, Charlie whispered into Anna's ear, “Thank you. But I had an excellent partner.” He stopped to watch her smile. “You're as fierce as they come. I think I’m in love.”

  “Ha ha, Charlie, there's something I need to tell you...”

  Sensing her seriousness, he released her from beneath him. “What is it?” Is she married? Does she have a disease? . . .

  Annabelle sighed, and looked up at him. Her cupid lips pouted for a moment. “I really don't know how else to put this, so I'm just going come right out and say it. Charlie, I'm a nymphomaniac; I'm addicted to sex.”

  Charlie exhaled. He chuckled, “You coulda fooled me!” Then he noticed the solemn expression on her face, “You're serious?”

  “Fortunately or unfortunately, yes, I'm serious. I had a doctor confirm it. You can guess how that ended. But the point is that I can't live without sex. I'm telling you this because if you want us to keep seeing each other, you're going to have to deal with my... urges.”

  Charlie watched as Annabelle averted eyes. He felt astounded by the fact that she felt embarrassed by such an attractive trait. He held her face in his hands and gently brought her cheeks to face him placing a kiss on her lips:

  “I'm glad you told me, and I'll be happy to indulge you. More than happy to deal with your urges!” He caressed her breasts, “I can't think of single reason not to. For as long as I'm here, I'll satisfy your needs, if you'll have me that is.”

  Annabelle smiled a girlish smile, her long lashes resting on her cheek. “Then it's settled.”

  “Great,” Charlie declared impishly. “Now bring your sweet body back over here.”

  Chapter 4

  Charlie and Annabelle
happily walked through the streets of Boston, their hands interlocked. They were indifferent to the eyes of the people they passed in the street, and with good reason. Their arrangement had left them with a sense of security; of blithe satisfaction. Annabelle was happy to find that Charlie was being a good sport. Not only was he obliging her sexual needs, he was also performing with a great deal of enthusiasm. Their early morning session had been quite a treat, which saw Anna leaning her head on Charlie's shoulder as they walked. She felt like a kitten that had been thoroughly well petted.

  “Hmm,” mumbled Annabelle, “I'm hungry. Maybe we should go eat”

  Charlie looked at her with a raised eyebrow and a mischievous smile, “Really now? Food this time?”

  Annabelle blinked blankly at him before lightly shoving him, “Oh you! I'm serious. We should get something to eat

  They found themselves in a humble but cozy Vietnamese restaurant

  When two steaming bowls of pho and some delectable looking spring rolls arrived, they began to chow down, especially Annabelle. Her appetites are ferocious, Charlie chuckled to himself.

  “So,” said Anna as she drank her diet coke, “Have you always lived in Canada?”

  He watched her lick the oil from her lips before he answered, “For the most part. I spent about a year in South Africa. That’s where my father is from. I revisit every now and again, but Canada will always be my first home.”

  Conversation was exciting and stimulating; two interested people learning more about one another.

  “Hmm.” Charlie appeared deep in thought. He looked at Annabelle, his eyes struggling to meet her gaze. “Say Annabelle, there's something I've been meaning to ask you. I feel a bit silly asking this but... have you made this agreement with any other guys?”

  Annabelle, her spoon halfway to her mouth, stopped mid-air and looked at Charlie, whose face reflected his inner doubt. She set her spoon down on the table.

  “What do you mean? Why are you asking that all of a sudden?” She slurped her soft drink loudly.

  “I don't know. I guess I just want to get a better understanding of our dynamic. I'm thrilled to be doing what we're doing, but it just kind of weighs on the mind is all.” Charlie kept his eyes on the dish in front of him.

  Finally, Annabelle sighed. “Look, Charlie, we're just having a good time. Don’t get worked up about things. Sure, in the past I have had boyfriends and one night stands, but this is somewhere in between. What we have is fun and simple; there's no need to complicate things with my past.” She reached forward and so did he. Their hands met.

  Suddenly, Charlie perked up, “You know, you're right. I didn't mean to put you on the spot. I'm comfortable with the current arrangement. I'll leave it alone. Our sex life’s great. You won’t be hearing any complains from me!”

  “Good,” said Annabelle cheerfully. “But now that you've mentioned it, why don't we...” she inclined her head toward the men's bathroom.

  Charlie's eyes grew wide. “Wait,” he whispered, “you're not suggesting... you mean here?”

  Anna nodded her eyes twinkling, a naughty expression on her face, “Uh-huh.” She got up and whispered in Charlie's ear: “Don't keep me waiting.” With that, she disappeared into the back of the restaurant.

  Charlie paused for moment, looking around, shifting in his chair. Finally, he got up and muttered to himself, “Like there's even anything to think about...”

  He walked swiftly toward the men's bathroom and entered. There were no lingering men and only one of the stalls appeared locked. He approached and knocked. The stall door opened and Annabelle pulled him inside.

  Once inside, they began kissing feverishly. Annabelle's blouse was already off. Charlie pulled down his pants and sat on the covered toilet bowl. Annabelle wasted no time in lifting up her skirt and straddling Charlie's lap, bouncing up and down on his throbbing erection. He gripped her hip, giving her ass a light squeeze as she moved. This was a novelty event, just like their first encounter. The sound of clapping flesh echoed lightly in the bathroom.

  Suddenly Charlie and Anna stopped altogether. They could hear two people entering, chatting. The couple tried to control their breathing as the visitors talked openly about sports. Soon, Annabelle placed her hands on her knees and began to gently and cautiously move her hips up and down. Charlie watched the hypnotic and sensual movements. This woman was a goddess in human form. They struggled to remain silent, while the thrill of the possibility of being caught provided an exhilarating rush.

  Finally, the two visitors could be heard leaving. With that, Charlie picked Anna up to stand, and he positioned himself behind her. She placed her hands on the cubicle door and Charlie penetrated her anus slowly, carefully at first. She shivered with delight, and wriggled her butt into him. Then, with deep, powerful strokes he rocked her body to the core. Lost in the bliss of their lust, they’d o longer notice if anyone entered the room. But she muffled her screams as her body shook spasmodically nevertheless.

  CHARLIE AND ANNA EXITED the restaurant in a fit of giggles. Things were going so well. How they should spend the rest of this glorious day?

  “Maybe we should go see a movie. Hey, Anna. Are you listening?” Charlie noticed that Annabelle had suddenly frozen in her tracks. Her eyes remained fixed on the figure walking toward her. Her lips twitched a little. Her face blanched.

  A tall, burly stranger dressed in a brown over-coat, his face heavily whiskered, stood in front of Anna, staring intently at her with piercing, beady brown eyes. “Well, if it isn't old Annabelle West. I haven't seen you in while.” His voice was gruff and held just a hint of sarcasm.

  Charlie could feel Annabelle trembling beside him. Sweat beaded her forehead. “Hello, Chris.”

  If he was aware of her obvious revulsion, the stranger didn’t show it. “It's good to see you again. Who's your friend here?” His voice was harsh, his accent Eastern European, Charlie figured.

  Annabelle hesitated, taking a deep breath. “Chris, this is Charlie. Charlie, this is... Chris... an old friend.”

  Plastering on a smile, Charlie shook Chris' hand. They were large and rough, his handshake firm.

  “Well, Anna, I'm glad to see you're doing so well. Say, it's been awhile since you visited our old neighborhood. I think old Johnny would love it if you stopped by. What do ya say?”

  Annabelle struggled not to reveal her inner turmoil in front of Charlie. She met his smile with her own grim twisting of the lips. “Yeah, I'll be sure to stop by.”

  “Great!” replied Chris with a hint of cunning, “Glad to hear it. I've got to go now, so I'll leave you two alone. Nice seeing you again. I'll tell old Johnny you'll be making an appearance.” Is that a threatening tone in his voice, Charlie wondered? Chris walked on by,

  “Well he seems friendly . . . ” commented Charlie, tilting his head to the side and raising his brow. “A bit peculiar though. . . ”

  “Charlie,” Annabelle croaked, “can we just get out of here.”

  Not certain what to make of her tone, but feeling unable to ask, Charlie pulled Anna to his side, “Yeah, sure. Let's go.”

  They walked in silence through the quiet streets.

  Chapter 5

  “Are you sure you don't want come back to my hotel?” asked Charlie, looking at her with furrowed brow, his eyes filled with concern.

  Annabelle averted her eyes and exhaled deeply. The evening was becoming chilly, so she used her hands to rub her upper arms. She welcomed the idea of spending the night warming her body with Charlie's, but she knew that tonight she wouldn’t get the chance.

  “No, it's okay. It sounds good, but I have to make a stop somewhere.” She looked at his slightly wounded expression, “I'll try to make it back to your place later.”

  “Promise?”

  “Yeah, I promise. Look, I have to go. I'll meet up with you in a bit.” She kissed him on the cheek and hurried off in the opposite direction.

  As Anna walked away, tears sprung to her eyes, but she blinked and s
wung her head, preventing them from falling. She moved with uncertainty through the cold streets. Chris was surely waiting for her. The thought made her tremble with fear and excitement. She reflected on how she had gotten herself into this predicament.

  A long time ago - a few years, in fact, when Annabelle was dating Chris, they had made an unusual pact. Being the dominant personality that he was, Chris had told her, on the day they broke up, that Anna must never refuse any of his future sexual advances. At the time, Anna had become furious and refused his ‘offer’ like any intelligent woman would. She found submitting to an ex-boyfriend to be ludicrous.

  But then Chris had threatened her. He’d told her that if she ever refused to have sex with him, he would show their very kinky sex acts to any man she may become involved with. He’d recorded them all! In the end, Annabelle agreed to the terms of the virtual blackmail. Despite the fact that they were no longer in a relationship, the two engaged in sexual activities throughout their subsequent independent relationships. Anna had grown to accept and enjoy it.

  It had been a while since she’d last seen him, so Anna had assumed it may finally be over. But, here was Chris once again in her life. And here she was standing at his door, deliberating her actions. As much as she was afraid of Chris, she was afraid of her desires even more. Chris knew her (and her body) better than anyone else. He knew just what buttons to press to stir her up. Her hatred for Chris and the guilt of her sex cravings clashed. Shivering, she knocked on the door. She could hear someone approaching. The door opened.

  “Well look who’s here!” Chris grinned at Anna's silent, still figure standing there. “You look a little down today, Anna darlin’. But don't you worry. I'll fix you up. I'll fix you up real good. Now get that fine ass in here.”

  Annabelle stepped inside the house. Chris stood behind her. His hands reached beneath her arms and cupped both her breasts. He squeezed hard while kissing her neck.

  “See,” he murmured as she relaxed her neck, “you're already starting to feel it. Your nipples are getting hard.” He led her to the bedroom.