July Cumming

 

July

JULY CUMMING’S AUTHOR BIOGRAPHY

July Cumming is a dirty girl with an even dirtier mind. Living in Western Canada, she hides from the snow and frolics in the sun. When she isn’t writing out her naughty taboo fantasies, she’s plotting them wherever she goes. She enjoys singing ’80s tunes at a local karaoke pub and loves to create scrumptious meals.

July’s stories are vivid, highly charged smut with a twist.

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bendingoverforme

BENDING OVER FOR ME (His story – BDSM, DD/LG, D/S, Discipline, Spanking)

Release Date May 3, 2017

Blurb: Don’t be fooled by the charm and praise of an online fan, it can be dangerous.

 She would be forever etched in the confines of my heart. I had to meet her. Everything about the woman drove me absolutely nuts. Her erotic writing, her sense of humour, the online vixen she portrayed when we talked. I knew I had to have her. I didn’t want a small taste or a sample, I wanted her served to me on a silver platter, spread-open and smothered head to toe in coconut oil. One way or another, I was going to make her mine.

*NOTE: This book contains 15,000+ words of kinky explicit bottom play scenes, dominance, submission, spankings, bondage, and other kinks that cannot be mentioned here. Intended for 18+ readers only.

An Excerpt:

The bellman approached July and exchanged a few words before she whispered into his ear. He grinned and nodded at her, then headed for the elevators.

I had to time it just right.

The bellman hit the down button and they exchanged a few more words before she opened her clutch and pulled out the Italian leather iridescent lavender mask that I’d given her. It was sculpted in the shape of a kitty face.

Fuck, I had no idea what everything together would look like, but the kitty mask on her beautiful face had my heart thumping and my cock aching.

I put on my horned red and black prince of darkness mask and headed towards the elevators as a group of tourists piled out of the door. July stepped into the elevator, slipped on her kitty ears and stood in the corner. As the bellman hit the button, I rushed in before the doors could close.

Please don’t recognize me, please don’t recognize me.

“Going down?” I asked.

The dirty thoughts in me wanted to tell her to get down on her knees and start sucking, but I knew that she’d be making use of that kitty costume in a matter of hours.

She gave me a grin and nodded.

“Great. I see we’re going to the same place.”

“Hmm, and what place would that be?” she asked. She deeply inhaled and let out a faint sigh.

She must’ve noticed my refreshing citrus scent, just like I knew she would. I wonder if it acts like an aphrodisiac for her and makes her panties wet? I know how much she loves certain smells.

The elevator doors closed and we descended to the basement of the hotel.

“I’m sorry. I assumed that since you’re wearing a kitty mask and dressed like a slutty little princess that you were attending the Lust event.”

Fuck, I hope that didn’t sound brash.

“What do you mean? These are my street clothes and I wear this silly pussy mask all the time,” she replied.

Ah, there’s the sassy July I know.

“Meeeoooooooow.”

Has she lost her mind?

My buddy in the monkey suit let out a chuckle. I wanted to give him a nudge to be quiet, but I didn’t want her to know we knew each other.

Play it cool.

“Oh, you were kidding.”

“Maybe, maybe not,” she replied, giving me a killer wink followed by a devilish grin. “I guess I do look a little underdressed for the occasion. Or maybe you’re the one overdressed.”

“That can easily be fixed.”

“Hmm. So, you plan on taking it off?”

Fuck, fuck, fuck. If this guy wasn’t in here with us, oh who am I kidding? I know July would love to get banged at once by two men. She’s lucky I don’t spin her around right now, push her against the mirror and see if we can make this cart shift over to the other elevator shaft.

“We just met. It looks like I’m gonna have to keep an eye on you at the party.”

“You might have a hard time finding me in there. If I’m in a mask and you’re in a mask, everyone else will be in a mask.”

“I’m sure I’ll be able to spot a thing of beauty such as yourself again. You’re distinguishable by that alone.”

I guarantee it. I’ll be watching your every move all night.

“You’re pretty sure of yourself. Have you been to this event before?” She asked staring at me as if she knew me.

Either she’s clued in that I was the limo driver, or she figured out I’m her close online friend. Why is she staring at me so much?

“Nope. First time, you?” I asked, knowing my answer was a lie and hers would be the truth.

“Same.”

Bing

“Looks like we’re here.”

“Not quite. I have pretty complex directions.” She held up the card with the directions as the elevator doors opened.

“Here we are Ms., Sir,” the bellman said, holding his hand in front of the doorframe.

“After you,” I said, cordially gesturing her forward.

“Thank you.” She hesitated as she stepped out and looked around the empty basement. With me right behind her, July quickly turned back to the bellman who was still standing inside the elevator. “Oh, you’re not taking me —”

“I’m sure we’ll find the place,” I reassured.

“You’ll be fine Ms. Just follow the directions on your card.”

Wow, does she ever look nervous. I’ll help her relax with my tongue in her ass and a few dozen orgasms.

“Alright, if you say so. Thanks for your help.” She opened her purse and fumbled around inside, which I could only assume she was searching for a tip for the guy. I wasn’t going to let her spend a cent while here.

“I’ve got this,” I said, handing the bellman a ten dollar bill.

“Thank you, Sir. Enjoy your evening.” He gave me a huge grin knowing what I had planned for the night.

“I have a feeling I will. Thank you.”

“You didn’t have to do that, but thanks.”

“It’s my pleasure. I forgot my card upstairs so I’m going to have to follow your lead. I hope you don’t mind if I tag along?”

The elevator doors closed behind us and I was left standing alone, face to face with the woman I was completely mad about.

A part of me wanted to take off my mask and reveal my true identity to her. I wanted nothing more than to grip her in my arms, pull her in tight against my body and plant my lips on hers. I’d imagined kissing her lips a million times before and wondered if the thought of kissing mine had ever crossed her mind.

The other part of me wanted to tackle and pin her down against the cold cement ground using the entire weight of my body. I wanted nothing more than to rip off her panties and bury my throbbing cock deep inside her neglected asshole and fuck her as hard as humanly possible. I’d imagined pounding her holes a million times before and wondered if she ever thought of me taking her when she came.

Without a single soul around to hear her harmonious cries bouncing off the grey walls, the catacomb-like structure made the perfect environment to get away with anything I so desired. But, as tempting as that was, and as much as I wanted to be inside her, there was a time and a place for everything. A gentleman always had other means to get what he wanted.

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bendingoverforjeff

BENDING OVER FOR JEFF  (Disciplined and Humiliated, A Backdoor Punishment Story)

Release Date September 1, 2015

Blurb:

Moonlighting as an erotic author, Ms. C will do just about anything to pay the bills. Hoping for a raise when the CEO calls her in a performance review, she finds herself on her knees begging for a raise. Performing under pressure has never been so hard.

Moonlighting as an erotic author, Ms. C will do just about anything to pay the bills. Hoping for a raise when the CEO calls her in a performance review, she finds herself on her knees begging for a raise. Performing under pressure has never been so hard.

 

***Note*** This 16,000+ word short story has graphic language and vivid scenarios. Intended for MATURE AUDIENCES only!

An Excerpt:

My head was tripping from drinking so much wine. This meeting felt like one big hallucination.

“Is everything okay? You look a little pale. Maybe it’s time you took a break. Have a walk around the room and stretch out those legs.”

“I guess it wouldn’t hurt. My body’s feeling numb from sitting so long,” I replied, pushing myself out from the desk. I stood up, arched my back to get out the kinks and the room began to spin.

Now was a good time to switch to the water I still had in my purse. I reached down into my bag, and as I came up I had a massive head rush. I downed the rest of the lukewarm water, hoping it would help stop the spinning.

Jeff smirked. “Better now?”

“Somewhat. I need a few minutes to clear my head.”

“Sure. Do you want to give your customers a great experience?”

“Of course I do. That’s a pretty dumb question to ask. I want my readers to come from my dirty imagination.”

“I need you to prove it.”

“I’m writing a story for you aren’t I?”

“I’m going to have to see your credentials. You know, show, don’t tell,” he stated.

“I thought you said you’ve read my work? How else would I show you?”

“Why don’t you show me how talented you are with those sexy lips.”

“What did you say?” There’s no way in hell he had the nerve to say what I thought I heard. “Did you just tell me to blow you?”

“Yes, you heard correct.”

I gave Jeff a stern look and picked up my purse. “I let the other stuff slide, but I draw the line at that Mr. St. Bendovz. If you could please point me to the door, I’ll be happy to leave,” I huffed, crossing his path.

Jeff stood up, his stiff cock protruding from his robe. His hand reached out for me, “Please don’t go,” he begged, grabbing at my arm. His strong hand squeezed my wrist. “We aren’t finished here.”

“Oh, yes we are! Let go of me!” The slick coconut oil on his palm made it easy for me to wriggle myself out of his grip.

“I’m the one calling the shots here. We are just getting started darling,” Jeff exclaimed, pushing me towards the desk. “I’m sure you’re aware that I grew up in Florida.”

“Yeah, so. What does that have to do with anything?”

“Well, I’d like to put some South in your mouth.”

“Oh wow, that didn’t sound cliché at all,” I replied, tripping on the object behind me. My body fell back onto a large white cushioned footstool. Jeff took my mishap as his opportunity to trap me. Before I could blink he straddled his legs over mine, making it impossible for me to stand back up. I sat face to face with his dripping one-eyed snake.

“I thought you brought me here to write you a smutty story? We started this a long time ago, now I’m ending it.”

“Not so fast. You’re not being a team player.”

“Now wait a minute. I’ve been compliant with everything you’ve asked of me so far.”

“Not everything. Since you write about sucking and fucking, you must be an expert in both. I need to find out if it’s true.”

“Can’t you leave things to the imagination? I could write that I’m purple, love eating broccoli and have you believe that I just started college. Guess what? None of that is real.” I wasn’t going to let him know I was a pro at sucking cock. I loved it so much to the point that I craved it.

“But those things don’t get me hard. The way you write so vividly about squirting and deep throating, I can’t let you go until I find out for myself.”

“Sounds like you’re infatuated with me. I guess I’ll be here for a while then. I’m sure someone in this institution would hear me if I screamed.”

Jeff looked around the room, “There’s nobody here but us. You can scream all you want. You know, let out that anger you have with me. It might even add some spice to what you are about to do.”

My heart started thumping hard like a drum solo in an eighties hair band.

“I can’t do it.”

“You can and you will. I could dismiss you for not following orders. I’d have to hold your pay of course. Do you want that?”

“No. I worked hard for my sales.”

“Then I suggest you obey me and show me what you can do.”

The words he uttered triggered my hot button. My pussy clenched, begging for some action. “Not now, not with him. Control your hormones,” I thought to myself.

“Jeff, this is getting out of hand. Are you seriously trying to blackmail me into getting you off?”

“I wouldn’t call it blackmail. I’m offering you the opportunity to prove your worth. You’d like to get paid for this story you’re writing me right?”

“Yes, of course I do.”

“Then do as I say and get on your knees. You can call me Big Daddy from now on. Maybe you can earn yourself a big bonus.” He placed his hand on my shoulder, nudging me towards his prick.

Unfuckingbelievable. There was no way I was going to cave in to cruel demands.

I glanced up to him, shaking my head in disapproval. “I’m fine sitting here. Would you really do that?”

“What do you think?” He grabbed my hand and placed it around the base of his half limp cock. He held my hand down with his own and guided me to stroke him off. “That’s it. Make Big Daddy harder than I could ever imagine.”

With ease, my hand rode up and down his growing prick. His warm flesh pulsed in my palm as I jerked him into a full erection. “This is crazy! You won’t get away with this.”

“Shh… enough talking. I don’t want words coming from your mouth, I want to be cumming in your powerful storytelling mouth.”

Jeff placed his hand on the back of my head, pulling me down to his massive veiny prick. I pulled my head back to break free but couldn’t. I wasn’t ready for what he wanted me to do. Sure, I’d done some nasty shit in my life but this was a new low for me.

“Don’t make this difficult. Come on, be a good girl and suck my cock,” he ordered, drawing my face closer into him.

For an older guy, it looked enticing. Neatly trimmed, huge balls and a girth I’ve only dreamed about. My dainty hand looked very much out of proportion wrapped around his impressive cock. The tip oozed with a drop of his liquid crystal pre-cum, begging for me to lick it off.

I had no choice but to swallow my pride and hope to not choke on it.

I closed my eyes, licked my lips and took a deep breath before leaning forward with my tongue pointing out. I hesitated as my lips approached his heated flesh.

Should I start on his shaft or his head? What was my incentive to blow him? These were the kinds of questions that plagued me as a writer.

“Go on baby girl, get those creative juices flowing.”

It figures he’d use the words I loved to hear. How could I loathe someone so much and at the same time indulge in sucking him off? This guy is a repulsive asshat douche bag, coercing me to chug down his dick.

Feeling uneasy about the situation, I let go of his raging cock, pulling myself away from him. “This is ridiculous. I can’t do it,” I whispered, shaking my head. “This is so wrong.”

I looked up at Jeff and sensed he was growing impatient by the glare in his eyes.

“July, if you don’t put it in your mouth in the next thirty seconds, I’m going to have to take drastic measures.”

“By drastic measures, are you implying you’d force it into my mouth?” I asked for clarification. “You wouldn’t dare.” I couldn’t let him violate me. I clenched my teeth together in hopes it would stop him from entering my inviting mouth.

“I wouldn’t use the word force, it’s more like I’d help you get it inside.” Jeff smiled, nudging my face a little closer to his cock. Jeff removed his hand from the back of my head, “Like this,” he whispered, cupping his palm under my jaw.

Jeff firmly held my face in place while using his other hand to drag his cock-head across my mouth. “Come on sweetie, open up for Big Daddy.” His thick tip circled around my lips, painting them entirely in his salty gloss. He pressed forward, slipping his chubby head inside the seal of my mouth.

Normally, I like getting to know the prick first before giving head. I’d start by kissing the tip, then work my way down and lick back up the shaft before cramming it down my throat. It was obvious he didn’t want to wait.

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violettheorgangrinder

VIOLET THE ORGAN GRINDER: Love is a Battlefield

Series Book #1 (Hotwife Sharing in Public, Squirting, DP MFM Menage)

Release Date February 24, 2015

Blurb:

Violet has a special talent, one that her man found could make him rich. Crowds come to watch her, and the lucky ones get to join in. Tonight she’s performing on a small stage, entertaining the troops. Will Violet be able to satisfy the starved men in uniform? Can she handle the military action by a couple of war heroes? Dare to come in and get wet.

*NOTE: This short story contains over 10,000 words, and uses graphic language and explicit descriptions. This erotic tale is not for the prudish, the squeamish or the faint-of-heart.

Intended for MATURE AUDIENCES only!

Excerpt:

I stood up from the vanity, tucked the stool underneath it and faced Pedro. “Thanks sweetheart,” I replied. I leaned closer to show my gratitude with a quick kiss on his prickly cheek. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.” I’m positive that behind all that facial hair, he was blushing from excitement. It was hard to tell since the only hairless parts of his body I had ever seen were his eyes, lips and ears.

I pulled open the bow at the front of my black silk robe. Pedro watched the material cascade off my body and to the ground in front of him. “Do you want to touch me?” I asked, standing naked two feet away from him.

“Oh yes Miss Violet, but Tyson would kill me,” he said waving his hands in a crossing motion. He might have been waving a no, but the desperation in his eyes were telling me yes.

“It’s okay. You can hold one breast for a few seconds before I slip on my lingerie. I won’t tell.” I took a step closer to him so he could cop a feel.

“I shouldn’t. I don’t want to get us in trouble.”

I picked up his paw like hand and placed it on my bare 40 double-D breast. “It’s okay. Tyson’s out front. He isn’t coming back here before the show starts,” I said, reassuring him.

The fear in his eyes was quick to subsided as his hairy hand caressed my smooth flesh. It wasn’t as bad as I thought it would feel. His hand felt like a playful puppy pawing at me. After a minute of kneading my flesh, the grip of his hand became tighter around my breast. I could tell he was becoming aroused by the faint growl coming from deep inside him.

He pressed his body closer into mine, and his flaccid cock stiffened. He began to slowly he ride his pelvis into my upper thigh, thinking I wouldn’t notice. Dry humping my leg was the last thing I had expected from him.

The longer he rubbed his cock into my leg, the harder his prick became. Over a minute had passed of him pumping his hips into my inner thigh, and I had to put a stop to it.

“Alright, time’s up!” I blurted, tapping him on his shoulder.

Instead of stopping, Pedro began nudging me to take a step back. I had no choice but to move with the force of his body. I found myself pinned between him and my desk. The bristles of my paddle brush were digging into my plump ass. As painful as it was, it was rather enjoyable.

His deep brown eyes never expressed a lust for me until now. I wasn’t sure what came over him. In the past year he had watched me get fucked by over a thousand men. He had seen me naked over a thousand times more.

His feet were swift, spreading my feet and legs apart to expose my wet pussy. His nostrils flared as his keen sense of smell inhaled my sweet pheromones. His lips curled, giving me a glimpse of his gums and teeth. I felt like I was prey caught in the path of a starved wild animal in heat.

I couldn’t let him know I was enjoying every second of his touch.

Another minute passed by of him dry grinding into me. I had to say something, anything. I opened my mouth to speak but nothing came out of my mouth. I froze, terrified of what Tyson would do to him. I couldn’t utter one fucking word. I wanted this, but not the consequences that would come with it.

Pedro reached down with his free hand and lowered his pants. He stood there in his underwear, rubbing his confined erection into my pussy. One less layer of clothing and I could feel his heat grinding into me. He stared me down and continued to push his contained shaft into my swelling clit.

His jabs were quick and pleasurable against my tingling pussy. Thrust after thrust, he knew this was wrong. His cock-head continued jabbing at my clitoris through his tight turquoise coloured briefs.

Pedro had always been a sweetheart with me. Why was he doing this now?

He leaned in and growled into my ear. I couldn’t help but let a moan slip out of my mouth. He was well aware that grunts and groans were my biggest weakness. That was the first sign I gave, telling him he had me aroused. He took that as a sign to carry out his carnal desire, drawing him closer into me. What happened next was beyond my control.

Without warning, Pedro reached down again and pulled out his erection. It was enough for me to see the veins pulsing under his hairless curved flesh. The translucent skin of his penis was like nothing I had ever seen before.

He held his cock-head against my wet slit and dragged it up to my clit. I looked at him and shook my head no. It didn’t stop him. His hot thick mass rubbed me until I was close to cumming. Fuck it felt so good. I wanted nothing more than to have him shove his beast into me.

And just when I thought it, he slipped the tip of his cock inside my wanting cunt. Oh no. Fuck. I can’t let him do this. Tyson’s rule that everyone had to pay was ruining my moment with the horny wolf-man.

“Pedro you have to stop. We could get in a lot of shit,” I scolded.

He didn’t stop.

“Pedro,” I scoffed, swatting his arm.

He growled, snapping at me.

“Please Pedro, this can’t happen. As much as I want this, I don’t want to risk us getting caught. I don’t want Tyson to hurt you,” I pleaded, grabbing his hips, trying to push him out of my pussy.

The look of fear in my eyes must have persuaded him enough to back off. He quickly drew his cock out and back into his underwear. But he didn’t stop thrusting himself into my clit.

He glared into my eyes while poking himself into me, staring me down as he picked up his speed. I wanted to cum many times, but I held back.

If Tyson ever found out, I don’t know what he would do to the poor guy. It wasn’t even because he was another man, all he cared about was the payment to have me.

Pedro pumped his prick faster and harder, gripping his furry hands into my shoulders. His head tilted up and let out a painful yet relieving sounding howl.

I felt a sudden flood of warmth drenching my pussy. His speed subsided and he unmounted me. I looked down to see that Pedro had spilled his seed in his underwear. His semen soaked through, making a visible wet spot in his shorts.

“I’m so sorry Miss Violet. Let me clean that up for you,” he grovelled, dropping to the ground between my legs.

“Pedro, it’s okay. You don’t have to-”

I didn’t get the chance to say anything to him before he buried his face inside my pussy. Before I realized, he was lapping up his own jizz off my cunt. He flickered his flexible tongue up my slit and swirled around my throbbing clit. For a virgin, he knew exactly what buttons to press and how hard to press them.

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violettheorgangrinderlickitup

VIOLET The Organ Grinder: Lick It Up (Gang Sharing Hotwife Erotica Novella) Series Book #4

Release Date April 19, 2016

Blurb:

Is everything bigger in Texas? The servin’ size of thick n juicy southern meat sure is!

Violet’s insatiable appetite gets put to the test at a year-end BBQ. She’s serving up dessert for 20+ hunky and chunky men on the ranch.

Can Violet find the room to ingest more beef and still enjoy a delicious treat too?

 

*Note- This novella contains over 15,000 words and uses graphic language and explicit descriptions. This erotic tale is not for the prudish, the squeamish or the faint-of-heart.

Intended for MATURE AUDIENCES only!

Excerpt:

Gus grabbed a jug off the table and popped the latch open. “We’re swapping spit y’all!”

Cheers roared in the crowd and the jug of sickly sweet moonshine started making its rounds.

Who would be the first to approach me to get things started? We were all drinking and laughing, but clearly the men were shy like teenage boys at a high school dance. If I didn’t do something to get their attention, they would pass out drunk without getting inside me.

As I sat on the edge of the picnic table I spread open my legs, giving the men a peek of my bare pussy. I had set out the bait for them and I waited for the fun to start.

The lure quickly had its first bite when Tucker headed my way.

“Mmm, that looks tasty,” he said, stepping between my legs. He placed a hand on my inner thigh and dragged it down to my knee. “Mind if I have a little nibble?”

“Go right ahead. It’s all yours.”

He leaned into my neck and gently placed his lips against my skin. “You smell incredible,” he whispered, pecking along my neck. His thick bushy beard tickled my flesh as it shadowed his lips.

Tucker pulled me forward and inched himself a little closer. His husky frame spread my thighs wide open for him. He leaned his body against mine, letting my pussy have a feel of the bulge growing in his pants.

“Do you like how that feels?” he whispered.

“Uhh hmm.” I nodded into his neck.

“Good,” he groaned, pressing his pelvis into my heated mound.

His breath became heavy as he kissed along my neckline, growling as he shifted along my skin. His lips trailed over my shoulders, across my collarbone to the front of my chest, sending me into a head spin.

His hands shifted up my inner thighs, pulling them further apart. I was now completely exposed to him and the circle of men that had gathered around us.

Tucker backed up and lowered his face to watch his fingers trace over the delicate folds between my legs. “Beautiful,” he remarked before diving his tongue inside.

I gasped as his warm mouth collided with my flesh.

The second his tongue hit my clit, the sound of zippers dropping surrounded me. I have to say, it’s one of the best sounds in the world.

Tucker circled his tongue over my clit, then plunged it into my hole before pulling back up to my clit. He did the same motion again a few times before flicking his tongue over my asshole.

“Mmm, I like that.”

The men in the crowd now had their pants off and were slowly stroking their swelling cocks.

Tucker poked his tongue inside my ass, wiggled it around, then switched it out with his finger. He gently probed my ass while swiping his tongue vigorously over my hard clit. The combination of the two actions felt amazing together.

While Tucker was lapping on my pussy, Clint approached the table and undid his pants. He quickly pulled them off and tossed them back before kneeling beside me on the picnic table. He flexed his hard-on in my face, then grabbed his shaft and gave it a couple of strokes.

“Open up your mouth Sugar and have a taste.”

I rested my arms back on the table and dropped my jaw for him to slide his cock between my lips.

“Oh, Jesus,” he sighed. Clint placed his hand on my shoulder for balance and his other hand on my chest. “Let me see those perky tits of yours,” he said, pulling the tie on my blouse to expose my breasts. He gripped his palm around my right tit and squeezed it hard enough to make me groan.

I pulled his cock further into my mouth, eagerly lashing my tongue around his tight flesh.

“Goddamn, your mouth is amazing.”

Tucker popped his head up, removed his finger from my ass and ripped down his jeans.

While Clint pumped his dick in my mouth, Tucker slid his swollen cock-head over my wet slit and poked in his tip. He hoisted my legs up over his shoulders and held on to my ankles. “Ahh yeah, your cunt is mine now,” Tucker growled, driving himself inside me.

I let out a muffled squeak as both men took full advantage of stuffing my body. Their deep hard thrusts had the crowd of men fapping to the rhythm of their spikes as they penetrated my holes.

“I want some of the action,” Luke said, scurrying out of his jeans behind Clint.

He ran around to my other side and tapped my shoulder. I blindly reached over and grasped my hand around his long skinny cock.

“Jerk me off,” Luke ordered, taking my other breast in his hand. He pawed at my mound of flesh, making my nipple erect. “Yous got some nice titties,” he muttered, before leaning forward and inhaling my breast. He sucked hard like a parched man stranded in the desert with a straw and a cactus.

I whacked off Luke and hungrily devoured Clint’s stiff prick.

“Not too fast Doll-face,” Clint said. His pumps slowed down for him to ease his dick down my throat. “Holy shit guys, she’s deep throating my cock.”

Luke released my nipple from his lip-lock to watch Clint fuck my face.

I could hear the men around me beating off as they witnessed the triple action happening in front of them. A couple of men came up and slapped my tits as they vigorously jacked off.

Tucker drove himself harder, grunting each time his cock hit my cervix.

“I want in,” Flynt said, tapping out Tucker.

“Oh, fine. I’ll be back,” Tucker sighed, withdrawing his cock from my buzzing hole.

Flynt grabbed on to my foot, holding my leg in the air and quickly took his spot. He dragged my ankles back to rest on his shoulders, spat in his palm and rubbed it into his hard-on. “Does Miss Violet want some of this?” He held his cock in place and wiggled his warm fleshy cock-head over my swollen clit.

“Mmm,” I moaned. The attention on my clit felt amazing.

“You like that Darlin’?” Flynt flicked his prick-head over my clit, building up my desire for his hunky cowboy cock.

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violettheorgangrinderhankypanky

VIOLET The Organ Grinder: Hanky Panky (Lesbian BDSM, Domination, Submission, Bondage) Series Book #5

Release Date January 16, 2017

Blurb:

The females go crazy when word gets out that Violet’s in town.

After receiving an invite to hang out with a couple of women for an evening of bottom play, Violet’s thrilled when more decide to join the party.

*NOTE: This is the 5th part in the Violet the Organ Grinder series but can be read as a stand-alone story. This book contains 32,000 words of kinky explicit bottom play scenes, lesbian dominance, submission, spankings, bondage, and other kinks that cannot be mentioned here. Intended for 18+ readers only.

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Molly gave the wine bottle a little spin and watched it stop on herself. “Now what? Do I kiss myself?”

Lindsay chuckled. “Not quite, Darlin’. The bottle has to go around at least once. Try again a little harder this time.”

“Okay,” she replied, giving it a stronger spin.

We all sat and waited for it to slow down. It spun six times before creeping back to her.

Molly blew on the bottle as hard as she could, pushing the neck towards me. “Violet!” she cheered.

“You’re cute. Alright, we might as well stand up for this. My legs are starting to cramp sitting this way.”

“Okay. I could use the stretch too.”

We both stood up, gave our bodies a twist to get the kinks out and proceeded to stand closer to each other.

“This is how you really do it ladies,” I muttered, wrapping my hand around Molly’s waist. I applied a light pressure to her back, drawing her in closer to my body. “Are you ready for a real kiss?”

Molly nodded and licked her cherry scented lips. “Uh huh.”

I placed my other hand on the nape of her neck and pulled her in for a kiss. My naked lips met with her sweet velvety lips three times before I nibbled on her plump bottom lip like I owned her. I ran my tongue around my mouth, softening my lips to match hers.

Molly flinched as I slipped my tongue inside her mouth and probed it against hers, but she didn’t pull away. In fact, she returned the motion by repeating my action back inside my warm and always inviting mouth.

I played with her bottom lip, gently tugging with my teeth before sucking on her lip. As our mouths intertwined, I lowered my hand down to her perfectly rounded ass and gave her a little squeeze.

She let out a soft moan. Her knees slightly buckled as she pressed her body into mine.

“Times up!” Chloe exclaimed.

Molly continued kissing me like it was the last kiss of her life.

I pulled her in tighter against me and she let out another moan. This time it was longer and sounded like I was turning her on. She grabbed my hand, raised it up to the stretchy waistband of her skirt and helped guide my fingers down the back of her panties.

I continued French kissing her while skimming my finger over the crack of her plump ass. Her breathing deepened, giving me a clear sign that she wanted more as I stroked her smooth untouched flesh. Just as I pressed my finger deeper towards her tight virgin asshole, someone pulled me backward with a tug on my mini skirt. My lips abruptly unlocked from Molly’s, putting an end to our embrace.

“Hey!” Molly huffed.

I turned to see who had ass blocked me as I slipped my hand out from Molly’s skirt.

“I said times up. Nobody else kissed for that long,” Chloe scoffed.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know there was a set time limit on the kiss,” I replied.

“Chloe should give her a spanking for that,” Gwen suggested before taking another sip of whiskey. “Anyone care for another drink?” she asked, waving the bottle around. When nobody claimed the bottle, Gwen set it back down on the table.

“Gwen’s right. Violet was a bad girl and should be punished accordingly. Chloe, would you like to do the honours?” Lindsay asked, picking the bottle up off the table. She took another sip and handed it over to Chloe.

“Gladly. Violet, I’m gonna have to get you to lay across my lap,” Chloe instructed, tapping her hand on her knee.

“I didn’t mean to get Violet in trouble. Do you really have to punish her?” Molly asked with a worried look on her face.

“I’m afraid so Molly. She didn’t stop when she was told to stop. Around here that’s punishable by an ass-whoopin’.” Chloe took a swig from the bottle and handed it back to Lindsay.

“But it was half my fault. I’d never kissed a girl before. I guess I liked it more than I thought I would. She’s pretty good at it.”

“Well then, perhaps you should get a spanking too.” Chloe grinned. “What do you think Lindz? Ladies? Does Molly need to be taught a lesson as well?”

“Oh, yes. For sure,” Gwen nodded.

The others in the room nodded along in agreement with Chloe.

“Alright then. First up is Violet. Come here, Darlin’.”

“Yes’m.” I walked around the coffee table and lowered my midsection over Chloe’s thighs. “Is this good?”

“Kimmy, could you scoot down a little?” Chloe asked, flipping up the back of my skirt.

“Why should I?”

“Well, unless you want Violet’s face in between your legs, you need to make some room.”

“I don’t mind,” I said, giving Kimmy a flirty grin.

“Fine, I’ll move,” she replied, sliding over to the end of the sofa.

With me facing Kimmy, it gave Gwen a clear view of my bottom, which by all means was fine by me. If I had to look at Gwen while receiving my spanking, I most likely would have an orgasm on Chloe’s lap. It gave me the warm fuzzies thinking about that redheaded vixen staring at my behind.

“Great. Now, this may hurt a little Violet,” Chloe said, running her hand over the back of my thigh and up to my frilly panties. Her hand circled over my covered cheek and stopped in the dip of my tush. “Are you ready?”

Was I ready? That’s an understatement. I was born ready and always willing for my ass to be spanked. These girls had no idea how much I loved a good hardy spanking.

“Uh huh. Please don’t hurt me. I didn’t mean to cause trou-”

Smack!

“Ow!”

“Oh, I’m sorry, did that hurt your little hiney?”

“Yes’m.” Actually, it didn’t hurt at all, but Chloe didn’t need to know that. To be honest, it felt more like a tap on my ass. I can tolerate a dangerous amount in the department of pain. The harder they spanked, the harder I came. I arched my bum, hoping it wasn’t the last of the spankings. “Please don’t do it again. I swear I’ll listen the next time.”

“You better believe you will.”

And there it was, the swishing sound of her ruthless unseen hand barreling down across my ass.

SMACK!

I couldn’t have timed it more perfectly if I’d tried.

“Hey! That smarts. Please stop, I’m begging you,” I whined.

“Begging won’t help you, Princess,” Gwen muttered.

“Hmm, something’s not quite right. My hand isn’t feeling it the way it should,” Chloe said.

“I know what the problem is. It’s so obvious.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“Yep. Mind if I fix it?” Gwen asked.

“Sure, go right ahead.”

Gwen hooked her fingers into the tight waistband of my undies. “This might help,” Gwen said, yanking my frilly panties down to my thighs. “That’s better. Now everyone can see your scrumptious bare ass.”

Thwack!

I let out a high, anguished yelp. Fuck me that bites, but I love it.

“Oh, yes, that’s much better. Thanks, Gwen.” Chloe gently rubbed her hand over my sore tender mound of flesh. “There, there. It’s almost over.”

Almost? I don’t want it to end.

Thwack! Thwack! THWACK!

“Fuuuuck!” I wailed. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. No more please.”

“I think you should stop now, Chloe,” Lindsay urged. “Her bottom is bright red.”

“I’ll stop when I damn well want to,” Chloe barked, removing her hand from my ass.

THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!

The force of her hand gave me such an adrenaline rush as it struck my naked skin. Chloe’s ass-walloping on me was stern and heated, just the way I liked it. My clit instantly swelled from the lingering sting left behind on my throbbing hiney.

My body trembled from the excitement of her touch. “You’re hurting me,” I whimpered.

I wanted more, so much more, but I had to play it cool. I had to act like I was truly sorry for not listening. Good girls were given the special rewards. Bad girls were denied the gratification if caught wanting more.

“Don’t be such a baby. I don’t want to hear one more peep from you,” she ordered through her gritted teeth before striking my backside again.

THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!

I wanted to scream in delight. Those last swats were so fierce and painful, my tush had gone numb on me.

“Now perhaps you’ll listen and obey the next time when you’re told to do something.”

Chloe soothed my wounded bottom, easing out the searing heat in my sensitive flesh.

“Yes’m. I’ll behave. I promise.”

Of course, I wouldn’t behave. What would be the fun in that?

I glanced over to the spectators of my punishment and they all looked as though they’d witnessed a murder.

“Damn Chloe, that was intense.” Gwen placed her cold hand on my bottom and ran it up and down my rosy behind. “I can’t believe how hot her ass is from that. I can’t wait until it’s my turn. Pass me the bottle, Kimmy.”

Kimmy stretched her arm across me and handed Gwen the cherry Whiskey. As she pulled back, she placed her hand on my other cheek and began to rub my skin. “Oh, yeah, it really is scorching. You did a number on her bottom, Chloe. I don’t think Molly will be able to handle this.”

Molly had dropped her jaw for so long, that a pool of drool had formed in her mouth. She swallowed and cleared her throat. “Do I really have to get spanked? Can’t we just pretend I did? I didn’t mean to get myself in trouble. I’ll do anything,” Molly begged. She put her palms together, “Please. I don’t want a spanking.”

Lindsay sighed. “I don’t know. I mean, it’s really not up to me. Ladies? What should we do with Molly?”

“Hmm, I’m not sure. Maybe we can get her to do something for us when we ask,” Kimmy suggested, kneading her fingers into my ass.

“That’s not a bad idea,” Chloe replied. “I’ll have to think of something good. Be grateful you’re gettin’ off so easily, Molly. Your ass could’ve looked like Violet’s.”

“Thank you. I really don’t think I could take it like she did.”

“Okay Violet, you may stand up now,” Chloe said, giving me a nudge on my hip.

I didn’t want to get up from her tender warm lap. I had a burning ass and two women playing with my ass cheeks like it was a mound of modelling clay. It was heaven.

“I said you may get up now Violet. You better listen or else.”

Shivers ran up my body. Or else what? You’ll spank me again and again? I wanted to say exactly what I was thinking but then she’d know I enjoyed it more than anything. I stood up, carefully pulled up my panties and went back to my spot on the floor. Even sitting on my knees made it torturous on my tender tush.

I looked over at Molly and she mouthed the words, “I’m sorry.” She shouldn’t be, though. This party was finally getting exciting and going somewhere.

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I leaned into his ear and whispered, “You will come?”

He grinned and nodded. “Yes, of course, Ms., right this way.”

Hmm. Is this a line I need to use on every woman and man I meet?

I was kind of hoping he’d say “walk this way,” just so I could do some sort of silly walk behind him. I don’t think many people would understand the little things I thought of to amuse myself.

We headed to the back of the lobby and stopped in front of the elevators.

“Oh, I didn’t know it was upstairs. That would explain why I couldn’t find my way.”

The bellman extended his white gloved hand and hit the down button.

Ah, crap. I knew there had to be a catch. I’m going to hell for the smut I write. Oh, well, if I can’t beat em, I’m going to join them.

“If you have your mask, I suggest you put it on now.”

“Oh, right.” I opened my clutch and pulled out my kitty ears headband and the iridescent lavender mask, sculpted in the shape of a kitten’s face. I felt off not having my huge purple purse with me. After the mask and ears, there was only enough room to hold some money and a tube of lipstick. I’d be lost without that.

“Thanks for the reminder,” I said, sliding the mask over my head.

The bellman grinned. “You’re welcome.”

Bing

The fused bronze elevator doors splayed like the legs of Violet the Organ Grinder, and seven, half dressed people got off.

“After you, Ms.,” the bellman said, extending out his arm.

“Thank you.” I stepped into the mirror covered box and headed towards the corner. “Oh, jeez, the headband,” I said as I noticed it missing from my head. I slipped it on and turned to face the door.

As the bellman hit the G6 button, a husky silver fox wearing a black Onyx crushed velvet tux jacket, blood-red lined black cloak, and a red, horned mask rushed in before the doors closed. He was either the horny devil kind of the Prince of Darkness or the kind to put me in a trance and gnaw at my neck kind. Whichever one it was, he was aesthetically pleasing on the eyes and absolutely charming.

“Going down?”

The perverted writer in me wanted to blurt out, “Sure, drop ‘em!” Oh, who am I kidding? The pervert in me wanted to shout out an extremely inappropriate sexual innuendo. But, since I didn’t know the man, I kept my dirty thoughts to myself. Instead, I nodded with a smile.

“Great. I see we’re going to the same place.”

“Hmm, and what place would that be?” I asked, inhaling his intoxicating citrus scent. A spontaneous twinge awoke my sleeping pussy.

The elevator doors closed and we slowly descended down to the foundation of the hotel.

“I’m sorry. I assumed that since you’re wearing a kitty mask and dressed like a slutty little princess, that you were attending the Lust event.”

“What do you mean? These are my street clothes and I wear this silly pussy mask all the time,” I joked. I waited a few seconds before letting out a drawn out meow at the man.

A stumped look appeared in his friendly eyes, and the bellman let out a slight chuckle.

“Oh, you were kidding.”

“Maybe, maybe not,” I replied, giving the man a flirty wink and a wicked smirk. “I guess I do look a little underdressed for the occasion. Or maybe you’re the one overdressed.”

“That can easily be fixed.”

“Hmm. So, you plan on taking it off?”

“We just met. It looks like I’m gonna have to keep an eye on you at the party.”

“You might have a hard time finding me in there. If I’m in a mask and you’re in a mask, everyone else will be in a mask.”

“I’m sure I’ll be able to spot a thing of beauty such as yourself again. You’re distinguishable by that alone.”

“You’re pretty sure of yourself. Have you been to this event before?” I couldn’t help but stare at the charming man. Something about him made me feel like I’d known him for a lifetime. That crazy kismet feeling didn’t happen often but when it did, it was amazing.

“Nope, first time. You?”

“Same.”

Bing

“Looks like we’re here.”

“Not quite. I have pretty complex directions.” I held up my card and read it again as the elevator doors opened.

“Here we are Ms., Sir,” the bellboy said, holding his hand in front of the doorframe.

“After you,” the stranger said, gesturing me forward with his hand.

“Thank you.” I stepped out and had a quick glance around at the basement’s bare bones before turning back to see the bellboy still standing inside the elevator. “Oh, you’re not taking me —”

“I’m sure we’ll find the place,” the masked man interjected.

“You’ll be fine Ms. Just follow the directions on your card.”

Are you leaving me alone in a dingy basement with this stranger? What kind of customer service is that?

“Alright, if you say so. Thanks for your help.” I opened my purse and rummaged around looking for a fiver for a tip.

“I’ve got this,” the mystery man said, handing the bellboy a ten dollar bill.

“Thank you, Sir. Enjoy your evening.”

“I have a feeling I will. Thank you.”

“You didn’t have to do that, but thanks.”

“It’s my pleasure. I forgot my card upstairs so I’m going to have to follow your lead. I hope you don’t mind if I tag along?”

The elevator doors closed and I was left standing in a cement maze with a man in a mask. I didn’t see a problem with that situation whatsoever.

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