Amy “Red” Riding’s Hood (Adult fairy tale erotica) (14 page)

Excerpt from the short story
Hansel & Gretel and the
Sexual Hunter

Marissa was on her knees and elbows with a
cherry-flavored lollipop in her mouth. She looked through the scope at the
building across the street, enjoying the view of Hansel lathering his cock.
Watching his hand pump himself, his biceps flexing, his head tilted back, it
was enough to make her wetter than the tongue feasting between her thighs.

“Lick deeper,” she said, her mouth
full of lollipop. The sweet, cherry-flavored juices coated her tongue and she
swallowed.

She felt the man’s hands open her
cheeks further apart, her pussy exposed to the air, and his tongue sunk deeper
inside her.

She checked the scope again. Lucky
for her, Hansel had left the door to the bathroom open. Otherwise, she wouldn’t
have been able to see his jacking action. But since the door and curtains were
open, she could see right into his fourth floor bedroom and through the
bedroom, into the bathroom. Also lucky was that the shower doors were clear,
not pixilated. True, the steam from the shower wasn’t helping visibility, but
the steam mostly fogged up the top of the shower doors. She had the ability to
see clearly from his shoulders down. What she wouldn’t give to see the expression
on his face.

Behind her, she felt the man’s
tongue slip across her folds and swirl around her entrance with strong circles.
The sensation of all her nerves firing washed throughout her body. She pushed
back against his mouth. He alternated between flicking his tongue against her
clit and sucking it. If every part of her body could have sex on their own,
they certainly felt like they were doing it now.
 

Hansel’s hand was pumping faster.
He doubled over, bending his torso. Perhaps he was getting close.

“Stick your cock in me,” she said.

For a brief moment, she felt the
chill of being left alone. Behind her, she heard the sound of a condom being
opened.

Looking through the scope, she
admired Hansel’s bulky chest, his abs rippling and clenching as his thick bicep
worked hard.

Behind her, a lubricated
latex-covered dick pushed inside. It didn’t feel much different than using a
warm dildo. He entered her with a slow shove.

Hansel looked like he was on the
verge of climax. She wanted to be there with him, feel that climax with him,
shudder from orgasm with him. Hell, she wanted to swallow him and make sure no
drop was wasted.

Damn.

His fiancée was lucky.

Well, not exactly lucky, but at
least Gretel got the experience of knowing what it was like to get stuffed by
someone who loved you.

In the scope, Hansel’s free hand
now rested on the shower wall. It was going to be now, wasn’t it? He was going
to come.

“Faster,” she said.

The man behind her thrust his shaft
in and out of her. She reached under herself and rubbed, waving her hand
furiously as if she could wave her loneliness goodbye. She was close. She
swallowed more of the lollipop’s cherry-flavored juice, pretending it was
Hansel down her throat.

Across the street, through the
bedroom, through the bathroom, and into the shower, all close up as though she
could give him a hand job herself, she saw proof of Hansel’s highest pleasure
spurt and hit the shower wall. His hand white from lather, his cock white from
lather, but who knew how much of that was mixed with the cum dripping from his
cock?

Marissa screamed and felt the
pounding of the man’s long dick as he grabbed her hips with every thrust. She
bit down on the lollipop, cracking it to pieces inside her mouth. Her pussy
spasmed and tightened around that prick pushing deep within her. What if it
were Hansel inside her? What if she could be his fiancée and this cock was him
wanting her, loving her, giving to her? The climax lasted longer, rumbling
across her body, filling her every limb with sensations she hadn’t felt in a
long, long time.

And then the last of the waves
crashed along her shore. She caught her breath from the exertion. The guy
behind her stopped his thrusts, pulled out, and she heard the snap of his
condom come off. As far as she knew he was still hard. He didn’t come yet.
Probably saving his stamina for another client. Didn’t matter. She got what she
had paid for, though she doubted she would have gotten there so quickly had it
not been for Hansel.

“The money’s in the top left
drawer,” she said.

Through the scope she saw Hansel
drying his hair with a towel. His body was wet, his cock hung freely, tired
from the workout. She looked lovingly at his bulging muscles as they worked to
dry his blond hair, his firm chest, his ribbed abs, his muscle-popping thighs.
When he turned away, she noticed the perfect V-shape silhouette of his torso.
And, oh, he just clenched his butt cheeks in the most delightful way. What an
amazing specimen of a man.

It was a shame she would have to kill him.

***

Short story
Hansel
& Gretel and the Sexual Hunter (Adult Fairy Tale Erotica)
is available
on Amazon:

http://www.amazon.com/Hansel-Gretel-Sexual-Erotica-ebook/dp/B00B55X056/

Short Autobiographical Stories
Campus Sexploits
Anthologies

In the
Campus Sexploits 3: Naughty Tales of Wild Girls in College
anthology

“Squirting Secrets”

Liz discovers that her roommate, Laura,
regularly visits their neighbor in the dorm, Chris, due to a very special
talent Chris has when it comes to a woman – any woman. Though Laura
encourages Liz to try him out, and Liz is intrigued by the idea of the
experience, Liz has a boyfriend. Liz runs into Chris at the cafeteria and asks
him about his “special” talent. Incredibly, he offers to show her. She
hesitates at first, but not all that happy with her current boyfriend and their
sex life – and obsessively curious now – Live gives in and agrees.
Liz discovers the amazing talent of Chris’ magical hands and now knows exactly
why Laura keeps going back for more.

Available at
http://www.amazon.com/Campus-Sexploits-Naughty-College-ebook/dp/B0091IIJO6/
.

In the
Campus Sexploits 4: College Sex with Foreign Exchange Students
anthology

“College Sex with a Foreign
Exchange Student, the Universal Language”

Knowing that your fantasies defined
you, what if they were too kinky for comfort? After Liz breaks up with her
boyfriend, Liz’s roommate Laura tries setting her up with a French foreign
exchange student, Renard. When Liz meets him she falls under his spell and,
being a freelance model, she is intrigued by his love of film. He says film is
the universal language and can capture all the senses. When Liz points out film
cannot capture smell and taste, he insists on proving it by capturing her taste
on camera in his dorm room. She tingles at the challenge and accepts, never
suspecting his recorded oral interview would opens doors to sexual desires she
denied all her life.

Also by

Liz Adams

Fairy
Tale Erotica

Alice’s
Sexual Discovery in a Wonderful Land

Goldie’s
Locks and the Three Men
(A Modern Erotic Fairy Tale Fantasy for Women)

Short
Stories

Hansel
& Gretel and the Sexual Hunter
(A Modern Erotic Fairy Tale)

Alina
Said, Call Me Maybe
(A Short Romance)

Short
Stories in Anthologies

“Squirting Secrets” in
Campus
Sexploits 3: Naughty Tales of Wild Girls in College
(Autobiographical)

“College Sex with a Foreign Exchange
Student, the Universal Language” in
Campus
Sexploits 4
(Autobiographical)

“The Artist” in
Sensexual:
A Unique Anthology 2013 Vol 1
(Urban Fantasy)