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land of fantasy with hints of naughty promises

“Yes, she’s your favorite little pit bull, isn’t she?”
I laughed. “She sure is. Sometimes its fun watching her get all worked up. But she does perform a serious function and she’s very good at it.”
“Yes, she is. A beautiful woman like her is easily dismissed as a threat until its too late. It gives her an edge over someone that hasn’t done their homework.”
“That’s right it does. Amy has built up a pretty formidable reputation as my personal security escort over the past four years.”
“Oh, the guests are becoming more daring I see. This may turn into a pretty interesting soiree after all,” Vicky noted as she glanced around the room.
The staff had decorated the room with swaths of fabric that created a separate area for dancing and conversation for a larger group. Other small secluded areas had been created using fabrics of various shades and translucency to provide more intimate areas that guests could use for more privacy.
It created an interesting effect, like we were a group of gypsies camped out somewhere, taking the time to enjoy the pleasures of life.
It turned the large banquet style room into a land of fantasy with hints of naughty promises for those that chose to pursue them.

The Vixen The Lust Boat 2 by Anna Dubois

Explicit sexual exploits; wild kinky adventures.

Reading The Vixen is like eating hot peppers!

  • Voyeurs and Exhibitionists:
    It was interesting to watch the dynamics of seduction take place. We weren’t participating in the seduction or flirting, but we felt like we were a part of it.
    It was a thrill to watch it happen from beginning to end. Someone talked with someone, they would dance and flirt, becoming more amorous. Light touching and kissing would often lead to more adventurous handling and body rubbing.
    You could see whispers of promises filled with salacious intent being passed around. Finally an agreement of acceptance would be reached and they would move off to fulfill their mutual desires.
    Erotic shadows of delight permeated through the room. Now everywhere you looked, you could witness some act of sexual lust being sated.
    A group of writhing shadows depicted people enjoying sexual gratification with several partners at once.
    Another shadow clearly showed a couple joined together in a doggy style coupling while they vigorously enjoyed each other.
    I laughed at the imagery before me.
    “What’s so funny?” Tabs asked.
    “They look like fleeting stick image road signs that you drive by in the night,” I said. “Caution wild sex area ahead.”
    Vicky and Tabs looked at each other with wide eyes and burst out laughing.
    “Only a man would come up with some silly image like that,” Tabs laughed.
    “Give me a break. I’m not some naive guy here. Women are just as bad as we are, sometimes worse. Admit it, you can see the little stick image signs also,” I said.
    They rolled their eyes at me.
    “Yeah, we can see them. But only because you planted the image in our delicate minds,” Tabs said as she teased me.
    “Delicate minds, whatever,” I dismissed.
    We all laughed and sipped our drinks enjoying the sight before us.
  • Hot wives and cuckolds:
    I first met Sherry at a charity fund raiser and she pursued me all night.
    It was very amusing for me. She was with her husband and didn’t bother to hide her pursuit for my interests at all. In fact, she seemed to take pleasure in rubbing it in his face.
    I was intrigued when she made her husband act like our servant. He fetched us drinks and snacks while his wife flirted with me.
    We laughed at how pussy whipped he was and she told me that he worked as an executive in one of my competitor’s companies. She was a true trophy wife and only married him for his money. He was just another fool that fell in love with her and she got off dominating him and making his life miserable.
    I was interested in her black widow personality and decided that a relationship with her would be entertaining.
    That night when we met, I took her to a hotel and she made her husband follow us to give her a ride home.
    We laughed and had a great time making fun of her husband while he waited for two hours until I finished using his wife for my sexual pleasure.
    Heading out for lunch I was looking forward to spending a few hours playing with Sherry at the country club.

    The dress hugged her hips tight, like a lover’s embrace, and that was as modest as it got. Two pieces of fabric, front and back joined together in a loop around her neck.
    This created four wide slits that left her entire upper body exposed from the waist up. The front of the dress covered her breasts but you could see them exposed through the side slits. Her back was almost completely exposed showing off her sexy tramp stamp tattoo.
    The dress had the desired effect it was designed for. It caused lust and envy from everyone that looked at her.
    Sherry giggled. “You like it?”
    “You could have just walked in naked,” I said.
    “That wouldn’t have been as much fun,” Sherry pouted. “I like teasing them,” Sherry said.
    “You’re such a dirty slut,” I said.
    “Yes, but I’m only a slut for you,” Sherry teased.
    “So you’re not a slut for your husband?” I pressed playing our favorite game.
    “No, and you know it,” Sherry laughed. “Right now he’s slaving away at work, making money for me to waste on whatever frivolous thing that attracts my attention.”
    “So, basically your husband bought that dress for me to admire.”
    We laughed about that as Sherry shivered with excitement when she thought about what I said.
    Sherry laughed. “That’s right! Damn I love the way you think. It makes my pussy so wet knowing that I buy sexy things for you and I deny him the pleasure of my body.”
    “Damn that makes me hard!” I told Sherry.
    She reached down and grabbed my crotch right there at the bar while everyone having lunch dates watched.

  • Naughty women know how to have fun:
    We all laughed at Gina’s plight, her poor pussy needed some friendly man meat and she wasn’t getting it.
    “You just need to get laid,” I said.
    “That’s right I do! But I want to have fun and be naughty. I think we should play a game,” Gina said ginning.
    We all perked up at this. Gina was pretty creative and we were all adventurous enough to get into some crazy ideas.
    “Well,” Gina continued, “I think we should have a cock teasing contest. See who can get the most guys hard and get the guys off without leaving the building.”
    “What?” Tracy said, you could hear the excitement in her voice. “How are we supposed to get a guy off in here without getting thrown out?”
    Gina rolled her eyes. “It’s not rocket science, okay? Slip into the bathroom and give him a hand job, blow job, or whatever it takes. You just can’t leave the building.”
    “Just how are we going to keep score for your twisted game?” Tracy pressed.
    “Yeah, how do we know you won’t sneak off on your own and come back with some wild fantasy bullshit to feed us?” Mary demanded.
    “Well you have to take a picture,” Gina said.
    “What do you mean take a picture?” I asked.
    Gina continued, “You have to use your phone and take a picture of the guy getting off.”
    “So how do we know you just won’t find some guy and have him whack off in the bathroom or something.” Mary persisted.
    We were all giggling and squirming in out seats, thinking about what Gina was saying and working on the details of playing this naughty game.
    “You have to be included in the picture. You can use the mirror or have him take the picture,” I said.
    “Or we can watch and one of us take the picture,” Tracy added.
    “Oh, that’s hot!” Mary laughed.
    “So what’s the prize?” I asked.
    “What do you mean?” Tracy said getting into it.
    “Well if we’re playing a game there has to be a prize,” Gina said.
    “The loser has to do whatever we want for a week,” Mary blurted out.
    “What!” The three of us replied at once.
    We just looked at each other for a moment, thinking about Mary’s suggestion. The implications of doing whatever three wild adventurous women wanted for a week could get pretty nasty.
    What the hell? Why not? This could turn out to be really fun.

    The ladder of the cold dip pool was centered on the lobby area of this large wet room. Different rooms surrounded the wet lobby area, two large saunas, a steam room, and several open face shower alcoves.
    I watched as Moni came out of the sauna and slowly lowered her sweat covered body into the cold dip pool. She used the ladder to climb into the cool water and the effect was mesmerizing.
    “She looks just like Jasmine Black, doesn’t she?” Amy announced to no one in particular.
    Zoey quipped. “You just say that because of her big saggy boobs.”
    “Maybe,” Amy said. “I think you look like Kayla Green.”
    “What are you, a living encyclopedia of porn queens?” Zoey groaned.
    Amy giggled. “It’s a hobby.”
    “More like a perversion!” Moni snapped back.
    Moni grinned as she rose out of the water. She knew the effect her naked body had on people, especially men. She glanced over at me and winked.
    I had a perfect profile view of her nipples standing proud at attention. It looked like they had been sucked away from her body and held there. Her nipples must have been almost an inch long and swollen to the size of her thumb.
    Moni giggled at my reaction and slowly dipped back down into the pool. For the next several minutes she used the ladder to move up and down several feet. It was an incredibly erotic show. Her big boobs bounced around when they escaped the water and were dragged under, floating in protest, until they finally sank under water.
    Amy squealed. “Jeez, will you stop already, you perv. You’re going to give poor Jeff a heart attack or something.”
    “Hmm, or something sounds interesting,” Moni grinned as she climbed out and joined me in the hot tub.

  • You never know what’s going to happen:
    Amy giggled. “I think you should roll your tongue back up inside your face, there boss.”
    She stopped the car between the gauntlet of four people. Amy pressed a button on her console and the trunk popped open to the waiting hands of two porters as they quickly retrieved our luggage.
    The valet stopped, with his arm reaching for the rear door handle, as he noticed the scowl on Amy’s face.
    “Don’t even think about it,” Amy said.
    The gun in her hand putting a weight of seriousness behind her words. She quickly approached the door assessing the potential threats before concealing the weapon back in its holster in her tailored Chantel business outfit.
    It all happened so fast that if you weren’t watching the action unfold you would have completely missed it.
    Amy grinned. “Okay, let’s go boss.”
    Glancing over to the valet standing there with beads of sweat forming on his forehead. I realized that, not only had Amy once again demonstrated her devotion to duty, but that she also took some enjoyment from surprising the poor fellow who had temporarily forgotten the security protocol in his haste to be of service.
    “Sorry, Amy,” he said sheepishly, “I forgot how much of a Chihuahua you are.”
    “More like a pit bull, I think,” I said stepping out of the backseat of the Lincoln.
    Amy’s smile spread around her face at my retort, like a proud mom showing off her children.

    I was a bundle of raw nerves and emotionally distraught. A shadow fell across my body, I looked up to see Carl standing over me.
    I jumped up confronting Carl. “What the hell have you done?”
    Carl snarled. “Don’t take that tone with me, bitch!”
    I laughed in his face, this jerk didn’t intimidate me.
    “What? You think because you got some friendly pussy last night that you actually own me. I had fun, that’s it. You’re just a piece of meat that I used to fulfill a fantasy.”
    “We’ll see about that. I have lots of evidence about what happened last night. What kind of slut you are. How do you think it’s going to look when the wife of Jeff Fields is exposed like some common whore for all the world to see?”
    I shouted. “Get away from me asshole! I will not be threatened by blackmail!”
    “Is there a problem here, Mrs Fields?” A voice asked, taking Carl and Cindy by surprise.
    “Back off buddy, this doesn’t concern you,” Carl said.
    “Oh, but you’re wrong asshole. Everything about Mrs Cindy Fields is my business,” the man said.
    Carl jerked in response to that statement like he was slapped. He cautiously studied the man’s face. No, this was no empty playground threat. This was real, goose pimples suddenly sprouted from his neck to his ankles as his nerves reacted, his body became hypersensitive to an immediate threat.
    Carl looked around and noted with alarm that the beach around them now held a silent group of men and women that were intently focused on him.
    Carl suddenly realized with dread that he was standing in the middle of a skillfully crafted kill zone.
    “What do you want?” Carl said.
    “To start with, you need to apologize to Mrs Fields,” he said.
    “What! I’m not apologizing to this slut!” Carl said.
    SMACK!
    The thundering clap of the slap to Carl’s face echoed off the surrounding buildings near the beach.
    Carl was stunned it happened so quickly that he didn’t even realize that he’d been stuck until his face exploded in pain.

The Vixen series written by Anna Dubois is full of explicit sexual entertainment for consenting adults and mature audiences. The erotic romance books of the Lust boat series book 1 and book 2 are full of scenes of spontaneous sexual gratification by adventurous men and women. From mild to wild; kinky or freaky, we’re all perverts in our own special way. And there’s nothing wrong with that! 🙂
Anna Dubois and the cast of characters aboard The Vixen and other locations hope you have as much fun reading as she did writing about them.

Flirting Wife Humiliates Husband In Public

My wife seemed to enjoy the attention she was getting from Carl and she even sat down next to him sitting across from me after returning from the restroom.
My wife, Cindy, has always been outgoing and flirtatious. She always enjoyed meeting new people wherever we were so most of her behavior up to this point was really no big deal to me. It’s just the way she was and we always had fun meeting new people.
But now her behavior was beginning to bother me. I don’t own my wife, she is a free spirit and my philosophy has always been to allow people to relax and enjoy themselves in social settings.
I’m a pretty laid-back guy with a relaxed attitude and open mind. However, it was becoming pretty obvious that Carl was beginning to become more openly flirtatious with my wife and she wasn’t doing anything to discourage him.
In fact she seemed to becoming more infatuated with him as time went on and the flirting became less subtle and more ‘in your face’ like a challenge ‘look what I’m doing, what are you going to do about it?’
Well, I made a decision right there that I would let Cindy have her fun. After all we were celebrating her most special day and I wanted her to be happy. I’m not some titanic ex-athlete from my school days gone by, I’m just an average guy. But I’m quiet, fairly reserved, emotionally balanced, and most of all I actually think about situations before responding with irrational behavior driven by raw emotion.
“Don’t mistake kindness for weakness,” is the phrase that came to mind while I sat there watching Carl become more cozy and blatantly flirting with my wife.
After whispering something in her ear Cindy glanced at me and started giggling while rolling her eyes.
“The dance floor on the outside patio is going to be open in a few minutes,” Carl said. “Your husband won’t mind you dancing with me, will he?”
Looking at me with a twinkle of mischief in her eyes my wife of 20 years took a moment to study my face before making her decision.
“I think he’ll be fine with it. I love to dance and we’re here to have fun.”
She was giggling now as she turned back to face him while he was gently rubbing her forearm.
“You’re a grown woman, Cindy, and you’re quite capable of making your own choices,” I said.
Inwardly I was seething, the inner whistle of my water kettle retorting loudly in my ears as I began shutting down my emotions. I’ve only been at this stage a few times in my life and I knew from past experience that I had to turn everything off or I would have in irreversible explosive reaction.
Cindy and I were like any other normal couple whose marriage had survived to this level of maturity. You don’t live with someone for 20 years without having arguments and moments of emotional outbursts from the outside influences that life challenges you with on a daily basis.
Cindy should have recognized immediately that I was in a very dangerous state of mind. The consumption of alcohol and her growing infatuation with Carl had obviously clouded her judgment.
But she was on her own. I don’t play these kind of manipulative relationship games and she should have known better. After all she has been my wife for 20 years and we didn’t have secrets from each other about how we felt when it comes to the important foundations of our relationship like trust, communication, and above all, loyalty.
I glanced over at Carl, who had a smug smirk on his face, challenging me with his expression. He knew what he was doing. He knew that he was insulting me as her husband by directing the conversation about dancing with my wife the way he had. Talking to her about me, instead of talking to me.
My face was completely devoid of emotion as I inwardly shrugged. Cindy was a grown woman, she was aware that actions had consequences and she certainly wasn’t in a position that her honor needed to be defended by her loyal husband.
No she was doing well enough, humiliating herself with her behavior. Actions speak louder than words and she was apparently pushing the boundaries of loyalty and trust.
Needing a little more time to calm down, and take care of the biological need to get rid of the excess fluids from our drinks earlier, I excused myself and went to the restroom.
Coming back to the table I noticed Carl’s hand on my wife’s thigh while they were giggling with each other while they were casually flirting.
Cindy jumped up, grabbing Carl’s arm.
“Come on, let’s dance.”
Her laughter fading while he led her out to the patio and they soon disappeared on the crowded patio dance floor.
Figuring they would be back after a quick dance I stayed at the table so we wouldn’t lose it. Several songs later it became apparent that I had been abandoned at the table to my growing humiliation. So I paid the bill and went out to the patio to find out what my wife was up to.
It took me awhile to navigate through the dance floor and I found Carl and my wife in some secluded shadows on the back edge of the patio.
My wife was obviously enjoying herself while she was grinding her ass on his crotch to the beat of the music while Carl was aggressively groping her tits through her blouse.
Now I’m a natural voyeur, just like any other normal man, but there was nothing arousing about watching my wife being treated like this by another man. The circumstances leading up to this had already ensured that I was not happy at all about this situation.
But what happened next was another one of life’s challenges that I thought I would never have to actually face. How naive the fate of man over the fickleness of a woman.
At that moment Cindy noticed me approaching them through the crowded dance floor. She turned to face me leaving Carl attached to her back like an octopus with his arms wrapped around her chest while his hands were constantly sensually massaging her breasts.
Smirking at me like a little girl getting caught doing something naughty. There was a pink flush radiating from her from her upper arms that extended up to her exposed cleavage to her neck. But there was no flush of embarrassment or shame on her face. Just a look of heightened arousal driven by lust.
“Carl is going to take me for a walk along the beach. I don’t know when we’ll be back,” my wife said. “He’ll drop me off at our hotel room later. I’m sure you’ll be there when I get back. Have fun!”
I was stunned with shock, unable to do anything, with my mouth hanging open. Temporarily unable to speak or even think. I watched them turn away from me and walk off into the shadows of the night toward the sound of the surf nearby. Their laughter fading into the night as they held hands and left me standing there like an idiot.


This excerpt from The Vixen Lust Boat 1 of the Lust Boat series. Gina Fields, unknown to her husband Jeff, has been dangerously flirting with bad boy lover Carl Covington for months. Her battle between right and wrong was lost when she succumbed to her unrestrained lust for Carl which had been building over the past several months as he relentlessly pursued her and they both walked the twisted path of salacious flirting at work.
His conquest of her was the beginning of events where Cindy and her husband Jeff Fields were on vacation in Barbados celebrating their 20th wedding anniversary. The results of Carl’s sexual conquest over Jeff’s wife is devastating and the consequences of the affair that Cindy has chosen to continue, after being sent home, are far more complicated and devious than Cindy Fields could ever imagine.
Not only is she having an affair with a powerful alpha dominant that relishes the control he has over her insatiable lust for him; she has unknowingly become the captured pawn in a game of business rivalry between her husband, Jeff Fields, (who is now being comforted by Vicky Combs and her impish girlfriends aboard The Vixen while she is back home in San Francisco) and Nick Gantry (Jeff’s nemesis and childhood bully).
Cindy’s seduction by Carl was not accidental at all, but he doesn’t want her. He’s just the forbidden fruit used as a complicated honey trap by Nick Gantry to personally attack Jeff Fields with the intent of destroying the man that he has bullied and attempted to crush his entire life. The rivalry between the two men ultimately affects the lives of thousands of people as the gears of modern business warfare slowly begin to turn.
The Vixen series is for mature audiences only. It is an erotica story filled with explicit sexual exploits and adventures that are found in everyday life. From kinky fetish to the mundane mainstream norm (whatever that is) is rampant and detailed. Scenes of multiple partners, oral worship, voyeuristic sex in public, bdsm, public humiliation, servitude, cuckolding, bikini babes, exotic locations and much, much more.

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Who has the best butt? How do you answer that?

Being aboard the Vixen made the realities of every day life fade away like the lighting of a good opera house. Holding you warmly in the shadows of its stomach while you enjoyed the presentation of the evening onstage.
Looking around after joining the ladies in the hot tub I noticed that we were centered on the port side of a swimming pool that looked like it was 30 feet across. We weren’t outside on the upper deck because it had a heliport, so I guessed that we were one or two decks below.
Vicky asked. “Well? Which one?”
The question surprised my out of my momentary wandering thoughts.
“What?”
The ladies looked at each other giggling.
Vicky asked with a smirk. “Which one is better? Mine or Amy’s?”
“Which one what?”
“You’re not doing much for our self confidence when you wander off like that,” Amy said.
I moaned rolling my eyes. “Yeah. Right! Like either one of you bubbling bunnies needs your ego stimulated by some old sour puss like me.”
Two pair of lips poked out at me with sensual teases of fake pouts.
Vicky asked. “Which one of us has the best ass?”
“Well, that’s a subject that requires further study.”
Amy snapped. “Oh really? And just what are the requirements of this further study?”
Grinning I knew that we were entering a devious game of flirting. I had been skilfully manipulated by these enchanting women to have more fun with them if I so desired.
“Well, the first requirement is grading the jello test. It’s a multiple part test designed to indicate the bubblisciousness of your booty.
“Your what! Bubbly-nesh-ess,” Vicky said, exasperated at me. “Is that even a word? You’re making this crap up.”

“No, of course not!” Keeping a straight face. “It’s a jiggle factor test.”
“Jiggle factor?” Amy said.
“Yes, the jiggle factor, is an indicator of a healthy bubble butt.”
The ladies looked at each other moaning and rolling their eyes.
Vicky jumped up out of the hot tub. Laughing at me watching her body. Another jiggle factor test unfolded before my eyes as her barely contained breasts bounced around with a life of their own.
Her smirk grew into a full blown smile as she watched my eyes followed her bouncing boobs.
“You’re so full of shit, Jeff,” Vicky managed to say between gasps of laughter.
“So what is the first part of this jiggle factor test?” Amy asked as she also got out of the hot tub to join Vicky now standing in front of me.
“Well, the first part is you walk around so I can view the optimal hip rotation. Think of it like walking the gang plank.”
“You mean like walking the runway, modeling for a bikini fashion show?” Vicky said.
“Exactly!”
“Like I said, you’re a perv,” giggled Amy.
“Hey! You’re the ones that asked me to judge who has the best ass,” I said. “I’m just trying to provide some objective guidelines to make a proper judgment.”
“Yeah right!” Vicky said. “We didn’t think you’d make a little pervo game out of it. I thought we could have some fun teasing and embarrassing you.”
I laughed. “How’s that working out?”
Amy grinned. “Not like we expected. Now we have to play along with your twisted game to find out the answer.”

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Flirting in Sauna Gets Steamy

The women rolled with laughter at my expression. They continued teasing me without mercy filling my head with naughty images of women using me for their pleasure while I served their needs.
I was feeling like a cooked lobster from the sauna’s heat and stepped out to use the cold dip pool to cool down and close my pores until getting into one of the three hot tubs that were arranged around the cold dip pool in a semi circle.
The cold dip pool was cool and soothing, after the first shock of entry from the temperature difference. It was a large 6 foot circle, filled with water 8 feet deep.
The ladder of the cold dip pool was centered on the lobby area of this large wet room. Different rooms surrounded the wet lobby area, two large saunas, a steam room, and several open face shower alcoves.
I watched as Moni came out of the sauna and slowly lowered her sweat covered body into the cold dip pool. She used the ladder to climb into the cool water and the effect was mesmerizing.
“She looks just like Jasmine Black, doesn’t she?” Amy announced to no one in particular.
Zoey quipped. “You just say that because of her big saggy boobs.”
“Maybe,” Amy said. “I think you look like Kayla Green.”
“What are you, a living encyclopedia of porn queens?” Zoey groaned.
Amy giggled. “It’s a hobby.”
“More like a perversion!” Moni snapped back.

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Naughty Women Excited About Teasing Game

Giggling the women lined up, two on each side of the chair facing away from me. They left a gap about the width of three lounge chairs standing two feet in front of my feet.
This left me with the sight of four delicious butts standing practically in my face. The women were obviously excited about teasing me by playing my little pervo game with me.
Looking from right to left I marveled at the beautiful bottoms on display for my pleasure. None of them were wearing full cut bikini bottoms. They were either wearing Brazilian cut bottoms, or some other form of thong or string bikini.
Their bikini clad bottoms were more enticing than being completely naked because of the sexual tension they created letting my imagination run wild.
At that moment Amy peeled off from my right side and moved directly in front of me. From somewhere piped in from hidden speakers a sensual jazz melody with a strong drum rhythm began playing.
Amy started dancing, but this wasn’t a normal dance that you would see in a nightclub. No this was definitely a booty bouncing ass dance. Amy was working it too. Shaking her hips from side to side, bending over and thrusting her butt up in the air. Finally, I don’t know how she did it, but she ended up on her knees and rocked her pelvis making her ass clap.

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Girlfriends Play Daring Game at Club

We just looked at each other for a moment, thinking about Mary’s suggestion. The implications of doing whatever three wild adventurous women wanted for a week could get pretty nasty.
What the hell? Why not? This could turn out to be really fun.
“Okay, I’m in!” I agreed.
The rest of the girls quickly agreed and we were ready to spend the night flirting with guys to see just how nasty we could get in the bar without getting thrown out.
Gina got the ball rolling when she took the next guy that asked her to dance out on the floor.
Soon after all of us were on the floor dirty dancing with hot horny guys.
This was fun!
I looked around and noticed that Gina was gone. Damn that girl didn’t take long to score.
After the song was over the other girls made their way back to the table and we were talking about the game when Gina showed back up.

From The Vixen (The Lust Boat series book 2). https://www.amazon.com/dp/B00LP3TURU |

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Trophy wife loves being nasty!

I couldn’t see exactly what she was doing to her tits anymore. Her head was blocking my view as they dangled beneath her.
Every now and then I could hear a slap when she spanked her swinging tits. Sometimes one of her tits would jump out from the side of her body when she slapped it from the side.
I enjoyed her self abasement for my pleasure for ten minutes. We both knew that what I had ordered her to do would not get me off.
It was just a malicious game of teasing foreplay for me, but it caused her to have several orgasms from her willing masochistic submission to me.
“That’s it, times up,” I said.
“Aw!” Sherry whined in frustration.
“Lean back and let me see you,” I said.
Sherry leaned back, her hands clutched her tits, crushing them like the claws of a bird.
The sight of her was exhilarating. Her face was wet, covered with the combined slime of her saliva and my cock juice. Sex was so nasty. I loved it!
Her big boobs were covered with red finger marks and darker bruises, like hickeys, from where she had pinched her tits. Some of the nastier marks would be visible for at least a week. It would take days for most of the marks to slowly fade away.
I was pleased with the married slut I was looking at. I admired her debauched appearance until I noticed our waitress approach the booth.
“Get up!” I ordered Sherry.
She climbed out from between my legs and sat down just in time for her to face the waitress when she asked if we wanted anything else.
“You bastard!” Sherry hissed.
We all laughed at her embarrassment. She flushed a deep beet-red that radiated from her face to the tops of her still exposed tits.
“I don’t think we need desert,” I laughed. “We’ll each enjoy a Rusty Nail though while we relax.”
“Very good, Sir.”
Our waitress couldn’t suppress her smile of delight. Sitting before her, looking like a used whore, was one of the club’s cattiest bitches. A trophy wife that enjoyed making everyone’s life miserable.
The staff always had fun surreptitiously watching her degradation and seeing the results of her being a filthy slut for me.
I decided to make it more fun for her when she came back with our drinks.
“You said your name was Terry, right?” I asked our waitress after she brought our drinks.
“Yes, Mr Gantry,” she replied.
“This slut has displeased me. She couldn’t make me cum with her face and needs to be punished.”
Terry’s eyes twinkled, “That’s unfortunate, Sir. Can I do anything to help?”
“Yes, you can. I want you to spank her for me,” I said.
Terry grinned. “Oh, yes Sir. It would be my pleasure.”
I laughed. “I thought it would.”
Terry asked. “How many, Sir?”
“I think twenty should be enough,” I said. “No light patty cakes either. I want you to blister her butt good.”
“Yes Sir!” Terry exclaimed getting into the spirit.
“You turd!” Sherry shouted. “You can’t do this to me. You can’t hand me over to this servant like that.”
“Go home then,” I dead panned. “Run off to your sweet little husband and whine about how the bad man treated you.”
We all knew that she wouldn’t do that. It was just an act of defiance. She would do whatever I told her to do, and we all knew it.
I laughed at Sherry’s expression of the defiant spoiled bitch.

From The Vixen (The Lust Boat series book 2). https://www.amazon.com/dp/B00LP3TURU | https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/22742443-the-vixen

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Wild Women Hot Men Nights of Passion

I was interested in her black widow personality and decided that a relationship with her would be entertaining.
That night when we met, I took her to a hotel and she made her husband follow us to give her a ride home.
We laughed and had a great time making fun of her husband while he waited for two hours until I finished using his wife for my sexual pleasure.
Heading out for lunch I was looking forward to spending a few hours playing with Sherry at the country club.
I was sitting at the bar drinking a scotch when Sherry walked in.
She was lovely, Sherry was an exotic beauty and had Latina genes in her blood. She looked like that porn star, Savana Ginger, and was an insatiable exhibitionist and flirt.
Sherry loved showing off her hot body, being a cock tease, and making men hard with desire for her always got her excited.
I watched in the mirror as men drooled with lust and women reacted with envy, ‘working it’, as the girls say, until she arrived at my side.
She just stood there by my side, apparently ignorant of the attention she was getting. But we both knew that she was having fun showing everyone what she had available, and that it was here for me.
She was wearing a red cocktail dress, and it left very little for the imagination. It was obvious that she wasn’t wearing any underwear at all except for the patterned stockings and garter belt.
The dress hugged her hips tight, like a lover’s embrace, and that was as modest as it got. Two pieces of fabric, front and back joined together in a loop around her neck.
This created four wide slits that left her entire upper body exposed from the waist up. The front of the dress covered her breasts but you could see them exposed through the side slits. Her back was almost completely exposed showing off her sexy tramp stamp tattoo.
The dress had the desired effect it was designed for. It caused lust and envy from everyone that looked at her.
Sherry giggled. “You like it?”

“You could have just walked in naked,” I said.
“That wouldn’t have been as much fun,” Sherry pouted. “I like teasing them,” Sherry said.
“You’re such a dirty slut,” I said.
“Yes, but I’m only a slut for you,” Sherry teased.
“So you’re not a slut for your husband?” I pressed playing our favorite game.
“No, and you know it,” Sherry laughed. “Right now he’s slaving away at work, making money for me to waste on whatever frivolous thing that attracts my attention.”
“So, basically your husband bought that dress for me to admire.”
We laughed about that as Sherry shivered with excitement when she thought about what I said.
Sherry laughed. “That’s right! Damn I love the way you think. It makes my pussy so wet knowing that I buy sexy things for you and I deny him the pleasure of my body.”
“Damn that makes me hard!” I told Sherry.
She reached down and grabbed my crotch right there at the bar while everyone having lunch dates watched.
I looked at the bartender, “Randy tell our waitress we’re ready.”
“Yes, Mr Gantry, right away,” he said, watching the action with interest.
Our waitress appeared and directed us to a private room where our table was reserved.
Sherry led me into the room and I followed watching her ass swing in front of me. Thoughts of using her for our mutual pleasure invaded my mind as we reached our table.

From The Vixen (The Lust Boat series book 2). https://www.amazon.com/dp/B00LP3TURU | https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/22742443-the-vixen

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Being naughty is fun!

Meet me at the parking garage on Sacramento street in one hour,” Carl said,
“Okay,” I said.
“Wear that sexy blue dress, and some high heels, you know what I want,” Carl said.
“Yes I know what you want. You want to make me look like a whore for you in public,” I said.
“That’s right. You get off on being displayed as my toy. Don’t you?” Carl said.
“Yes. I’m wet thinking about you making me do nasty things,” I said.
“No underwear, just the dress and heels. Be there in an hour,” Carl said.
Carl ended the call, just like that. No goodbye, no more pleasantries. Just suit up and come to me like I told you.
My pussy was just gushing at the thought of what he would make me do at the parking garage.
Carl was very adventurous in his domination of me. He got a huge kick out of having sex in dangerous places. That made it very exciting being in San Francisco because there were many semi-public places to be naughty at.
I took a quick shower, dressed like Carl demanded, and rushed out the door. I didn’t want to be late.
I pulled into the parking garage a few minutes before he told me to be there. I was fingering my wet pussy, lost in thought when Carl knocked on the window.
“Jeez, you scared the crap out of me!” I said.
Carl laughed. “I wonder why. A sexy hot wife like you, masturbating in her car in a public parking garage. Her fingers coated with the cream of her lustful desire. Why would you be scared?”
“Because someone may catch me being naughty,” I said.
“That’s right, but you like that don’t you? It makes your pussy wet to think that you may get caught being a nasty slut,” Carl said.
I shuddered.
“Yes it does,” I said.
“Get out and suck my dick.”

The blue dress I was wearing had a loop around my neck that crossed in front with two straps. The dress had a large oval opening that exposed my neck at the top of my chest. It extended down to below my breasts.
The top bodice of the dress covered my large breasts, but because I wasn’t wearing a bra you could clearly see my puffy nipples pushing the fabric out in pointed peaks.
The oval opening was so large that if you were standing off to the side you could see my whole breast exposed. Dangling freely inside the dress, only the material prevented you from seeing my nipples. But you could clearly see the bottom of my exposed tit from the side very easily.
The dress ended at mid thigh only six or seven inches away from my pussy. It gave me modest cover if I was standing up, but if I bent over you would be able to see beaver shots of my exposed pussy.
I crouched down leaning back against the car for support knowing that I would need it when Carl began fucking my face. I spread my legs wide enough for him to stand between them, exposing my pussy as the dress rode up my thighs.
Carl was standing off to the side taking pictures of my exposure to him in the public parking garage. I was so excited that my juicing pussy was dripping with desire. Droplets of my cunt cream were already forming a small puddle underneath my hips on the dirty floor of the garage.
“Finger your pussy and pull your tits out,” Carl said still taking pictures.
“Look at you. A wife, someone else’s property practically begging me to use her as a cum dump for my pleasure,” Carl mocked me.
“Ooh!” I moaned as my body responded with an orgasm to him objectifying me like just some piece of meat available for his pleasure.
That’s exactly what I was at the moment. Just something with warm wet holes to be used by him.
“Take your rings off and put them on your necklace,” Carl said.
“What?”
“You heard what I said,” Carl replied with more force. “Take them off and put them on your necklace now.”
“Oh shit!” I mumbled.
I took my wedding and engagement rings off and put them on my necklace. I shuddered with another orgasm at the thought of Carl callously using the symbols of my marriage to satisfy his twisted fantasies.

From The Vixen (The Lust Boat series book 2). https://www.amazon.com/dp/B00LP3TURU | https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/22742443-the-vixen

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