Girl on Girl Action with Cats…

Here is a sweet offering from my book Shifter Shelter: Nipped by the Cub. It’s part of the Masturbation Monday Challenge from Kayla Lords! The idea is to share a bit of hot and sassy smut that makes one tend towards self-love. I sincerely hope this does the trick for you! Click on the banner to visit Kayla’s great site to read all the free stories there.  

Shifter Shelter is my erotic werewolf saga. In this excerpt (a whole CHAPTER!), the women of the animal shelter take a break from the shifter shenanigans to pay some attention to each other… in the cat room.


 Shifter Shelter, Chapter 8 – Cats

I realize, in hindsight, that I should have chased after him, but Dot was distracting. She turned her big brown eyes on me for some kind of explanation and wouldn’t stop looking at me. I couldn’t think of something reasonable to tell her, especially with the ferals still simmering in my loins. Such was my state I even considered telling her the truth.

At that precise moment Sam and Edna Donaldson brought in six tiny kittens. Apparently we had to take them or they would end up at the bottom of the lake. You know… country-style euthanasia. I fucking hate people. So that took a while. The cats were adorable, but we didn’t have room for them, as usual. We had to write them up and also lecture two grown adults about why they should bring in their pet to get spayed. I told them I wouldn’t take the next litter, which was a lie, but I was pretty ferocious. Dot backed me up with appropriate tuts of disapproval and withering glares.

By the time Sam and Edna left, I thought I was safe. Dot had seen them out and was waving at them, smiling and nodding through the closed door.

“Thanks for nothing Sam and Edna. Fuck you very much,” she said brightly, but quiet enough that they wouldn’t hear.  She locked the door behind them and turned on me.

“All right, now. Spill… What is up with this boy of yours? Is he really that crazy?”

“Today he is.” I told her. “Sometimes things get crazy.” The animal within me snarled. The moon was so close, and it was my job to hold it together. I picked up the box of kittens and made my way towards the cat rooms. Dorothy followed close. I could feel her warmth on my back. As we passed the door she noticed the caved-in rabbit enclosure.

“Hey! What happened to the Bunny Mansion?!”

“Er… Rapture got loose.” I lied.

“What? That big dog has been sweet as pie since your boy showed up.”

“Dylan’s not my boy.” It was mostly true, but I didn’t sound convincing.

“Oh really?” She spoke sarcastically. “So he isn’t the son of your ex? He’s not your little stepson?”

“That was a long time ago,” I protested, “and he isn’t a little boy anymore.”

Dot gave a dirty grunt. “No, he’s sure not.” She chewed her finger. “And you haven’t been playing with him? Because, between you and me, this place smells like sex. There’s a lot of sleepy eyes, messy hair, and bouncing dick in the Shelter this morning.”

We got the kittens into the cat room. All the resident felines yowled at us, hoping for food and love. They climbed all over me. It was a nice, familiar sensation. As Dot moved the new babies into the kitten condo she spoke low and dirty.

“Because, you know, if you aren’t with Dylan, or if you don’t mind sharing, I wouldn’t mind taking a bite out of him. There’s no talent in this damn town except for what I find at work.” I wanted to warn her that Dylan was more likely to take a bite out of her. That’s when she surprised me.

“You know what I’m saying?” She looked at me hard. “All the talent is at work.” She put her hand on my shoulder. It was a casual touch with an invitation attached. My pussy wanted to Rsvp.

I met her gaze.  “Help me out, here, Dorothy… Do you like men or women?”

She was candid. “Absolutely. I really like them. I thought everyone knew that.”

So… The stories about Dot having slept with both the boys’ and the girls’ basketball teams in high school were more than just rumours. Sexy minx. Some week I was having.

On top of being just a lovely person, Dorothy was a stunner. She was a wise and fresh twenty-year-old, with dark, rich skin and wide russet lips. Tall and lithe, she had long legs and strong biceps, with a generous booty and plenty up front. The dreadlocks in her hair were an intense black halo that gave a whiff of patchouli. I was struggling with a five-alarm case of the ferals at Moontime and that tends to make me saucy. I may have been more disposed to girly-time than usual.

Her eyes ate me up and she wasn’t shy about it. Twelve cats were climbing all over us, purring, meowing, and rubbing against our legs. There was a pungent animal scent in the air and I began to suspect that me and Dot were responsible for a lot of it. On the day of the full moon, a concubine is at battle with herself. The ferals make her hornier than a hellcat in heat, but she has important tasks to attend to. My brain was telling me to go find Dylan, but the ferals were telling me to jump on this goddess in the cat room. It might have gone either way until Dot kissed me.

Her offering was a gentle, closed-mouth, nuclear explosion. The bees behind my eyes came back in a swarm. “Everyone seems to be getting time with you, Diana. There’s that sexy cop, and that sexy stepson… I have to wonder what the big deal is.” The second kiss had an open mouth. At least she wasn’t asking awkward questions about Dylan anymore. I kissed back. I added my tongue. Dorothy indulged in a sexy little giggle-snort, whispering, “I knew it.”

We stood and embraced as we explored each other with our hands. I found her ass and grabbed it, pulling her pelvis against mine. Her wide hips offered a softness that was lovely to hold. She ran her fingertips down my spine as I nibbled on her tasty lips. Her slender hands found their way under my shirt and boogied an electric dance across my skin, pausing to undo my bra. With a level of speed and skill that was new to me, she grabbed the wings of my bra, briskly pulling up and forwards while gathering my shirt. The whole thing came off over my head and was tossed aside. I was  suddenly very topless. Again there was a giggle-snort, this time followed by a deep and inquisitive kiss that dampened my twat and trembled my extremities. I clutched her bum. Cats purred and meowed at our feet, wondering what we were up to. It didn’t look like feeding time to them.

Dorothy stepped back and stared at my tits.

“Damn…” she said. “No wonder. Well, fair is fair.” She peeled off her shirt and sports bra and tossed her clothes on top of mine. Kitties had begun investigating the pile of abandoned garments. Dot’s lean stomach was lined with just a hint of abdominal definition all the way up to her breasts. Those were large and high: defiant against gravity as she shifted her weight. Her nipples were smears of exotic umber against her deep brown skin. They were constricting and rising in arousal. Puckered and lick-able, they were irresistible, so I bent down and took one into my mouth. I found myself unable to be subtle under these provocations and sucked hard.

Dot’s vocalization began as a high-pitched squeal and ran the register down to a low moan. She cradled my head, pushing my face into her tit while she stroked my back with her other hand. She arched her back and offered the other breast. Not wanting to play favourites, I was more than happy to shift my attentions. I licked first, then gathered her prodigious nip into my mouth and sucked the daylights out of it. This time Dot started with a low moan and went all the way up to a high-pitched squeak. The dogs outside barked a reply.

As I licked and sucked, Dorothy was reaching down. One hand played with my nipples, pinching and clasping with feminine roughness. The other led an exploratory mission heading south. Even through my fresh panties and blue jeans, the instant her fingers traced the surface of my crotch I kinda lost it, bucking my cunt forwards while standing hunched in front of her, licking her boobs. It probably looked ridiculous, but I didn’t care. The ferals were trying to take over. I was decidedly juicy under the two layers of clothing, and it was starting to show.  With a giggle-snort she said, “My goodness, Diana… Are you wet all the way through your jeans?”

Dot stepped back again, grinning like a fool. I noted that it was more than possible to make her cheeks rosy. She leered at me, grabbed the waistband of her yoga pants, and shimmied out of them, making sure she jiggled her bosom at me for good measure. The clothes were tossed on the pile; a pretty siamese jumped out of the way. Standing tall and nude, Dorothy looked like some kind of statue, with perfection in every line, and curves that were impudent. I became alarmed by the exquisite beauty of her hairless pussy. She didn’t give me more than a glimpse, though, before she dropped to her knees. She spent a moment removing my shoes and pants in a very businesslike manner. My panties were thrown over her shoulder with a giggle. Finally, Dot reached around behind my bum and pulled me towards her, gazing at my muff.

“Here, kitty, kitty,” she said, and kissed me just above the pubic hair. Dorothy hugged my pelvis to her face. Her outrageous nipples brushed against my thighs while she kissed her way down to my excited privates with her soft mouth. As she found the top of my labia, she brought a strong hand up between my legs, encouraging me to open myself while standing. It was tricky, but I was up to it. She placed her tongue on my hood while her confident fingers spread my slick lips from below. Uhn! I was musing on why I didn’t seek feminine company more often as she slid two fingers inside me and sucked my clit. I twitched and flexed tall like a plank, screaming at the ceiling. My yell made the cats in the room scatter to the four corners. Down below Dorothy chuckled and began to fuck me.

She sucked and tongued as she poked and thrusted. I was a lagoon between my thighs, and as slippery as a salamander. As she finger-banged me she explored ever deeper, soon sliding three fingers in, right up to the hilt. I was semi-squatting and had turned my pelvis up so she could kiss me there. Oh! Kiss me, she did. Dot lapped excitedly, deep in my furrow, and then licked her way up to suck again on my bold, red clit. My skin got hot and itchy across my chest and shoulders. As Dot pushed her fingers into me, I bounced and trembled on her hand. My legs began to spasm.

I ran my fingers through her kinky black dreads, holding on for dear life. Somebody was muttering and pleading quietly, “please, yes… please, Dot… fuck me, please…” The dirty girl managed a fourth finger and began rubbing my clit with her thumb. Dorothy, who had been licking aggressively throughout this slippery joy-ride, then growled madly into me. This caused me to come abruptly. I pulled her hair and screamed, hopping up and down on my tippy-toes as she worked me like a Punch and Judy show. The joy flipped through me in waves as she pumped and kissed my simmering cunt. I ground into her face harder than I should have. It wasn’t polite in an employer / employee relationship. She wouldn’t let me stop coming, tasting my wetness and playing until I actually fell over and landed on top of her. Cats scattered anew, dogs barked afar.

I clutched and hugged her amazon body to mine, tremulous, and kissed her face, tasting myself all over her. She responded, rubbing her beautiful skin against mine and taking hot smooches. Sated, yet desperate, I reached down to Dorothy’s pretty pussy. She was a hot, open book. Oh, yes, my dear… now you’re gonna get it. Many cats were on the floor around us, sniffing and meowing and rubbing their soft fur on inappropriate bits of human anatomy. Dot twisted and slid herself against my fingers, groaning in a friendly way, but then she stopped and became stiff.

“Knocking,” she said. “Do you hear knocking?”

We went all silent. Even the kitties were still.

Wham! Wham! Taptaptap!

Fuck. I did, indeed, hear knocking. Someone was pounding on the front door, and it sounded insistent. Dot and I locked eyes and giggled. She snorted, too.

“You locked the door?” I asked.

“Uh huh.” She replied, and kissed me.

“Why?” I asked.

“I thought I might try to tumble you in the cat room,” She confessed. “Oh. Look. That totally happened.”

“It sure did.” I kissed her back. “I should probably get that.v”She answered. “I think I’ll just have to let you owe me one.”

I kissed her again, slow and long. “You bet I do.”

Wham! Wham! Taptaptap! It was louder.

“Diana?” said Dot, “I still have a lot of questions about Dylan an’shit.”

“No doubt,” I answered, evasive.

“Also… Diana?”

“Yes, Dot?”

“You can take your fingers out of my cunt anytime, now.”


Interested in learning more about the DeSanto approach to Werwolf Erotica? Check out Shifter Shelter: Nipped by the Cub.

Pecking Order for Masturbation Monday

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18 + Readers Only! This is my very special Birthday  Offering for the Masturbation Monday Challenge from Kayla Lords! The idea is to share a bit of hot and sassy smut that makes one tend towards self-love. I sincerely hope this does the trick for you! Click on the banner to visit Kayla’s great site to read all the free stories there. 

One year ago this week I uploaded my very first erotic book, Pecking Order, to Amazon. It is also my only book (so far) that has hot man on man sex in it. It seems appropriate to share this short excerpt here, given the special date, and the inspirational image over at Kayla’s site.

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Okay… without further ado… Gay man on younger bisexual man action in  an old western setting:


Jeremiah Brown closed the barn door behind him and slid the bolt. The man radiated ownership and authority as he strode towards the boy.

“Ah. I am glad that I caught you here,” he said as he clapped a friendly hand on Henry’s shoulder. The Master of the estate and leader of the Elder’s Council smiled. He cut a fine figure in his tailored black suit with brass buttons. His tall and broad body was resisting the signs of his age. Jeremiah remained vigorous and vital, though it had been since he participated in the physical labour of the farm. His attentions now centred on management, administration and the Lord’s Work. While his shoulder-length hair remained chestnut brown, his sideburns were grey, framing a close-shaved face with inquisitive eyes and a hawkish nose.

Henry’s face felt hot. Fine sweat released fragrance of cunt under his nose. He prayed that he was the only one who smelled Josephine on his shameful face. Henry tried to compose himself and not gawk at his employer. Truth be told, Master Jeremiah Brown was much more than Henry’s employer. He was a monarch of a man. There were few in the community who approached his wealth and influence. Henry’s mother and father had rejoiced that Master Brown had chosen their strong son as the newest hired hand. It was well known that poor boys of little consequence found their way to a better position after a few years of service under Jeremiah. He had a reputation of being a “Maker of Men”.

Henry tried to evade the older man’s eyes. “Good morning, Master. I’m getting the mares ready for the trip into town. I’m sorry, but I didn’t expect you to need them so soon.” His cheeks blazed and released a fresh wave of female perfume.

“Don’t worry, foolish boy.” The man chuckled. He pulled out a gold watch on an elaborate chain and fob. “I have time before I must leave for my sacred duties to the Community,” he said. “First, I need to have a quick word with you regarding your prospects. Come along now.” Master Brown crooked a finger at Henry and turned to walk briskly towards the tack room.

Henry entered that room for the second time that morning, full of shame and frustration. He knew the depravity that had occurred there only moments before. Master Brown stood near a shelf of horse remedies, rubbing something into his clean hands. “You know Henry, when I was a boy like yourself I laboured hard at the farm. I found that chores worked the Devil on my hands and made them chapped and sore. I also found that rubbing this fine saddle oil into the hurt helped a great deal. Come here and I’ll show you.” Henry advanced reluctantly.

“Don’t be shy, son,” Master Brown said, as he gripped Henry’s wrist and began smearing the liniment into his hand’s chapped creases. Henry was startled at the pleasant sensation as the older man massaged his palms and lubricated them with the greasy, medicinal stuff. “There. Feels fine, doesn’t it, boy?” Jeremiah Brown concentrated on his task. The nimble stroking of the older man’s immaculate hands intimidated Henry. He couldn’t recall ever being touched in such an intimate way. Henry stared at the floor in shame as his cock began to stiffen.

Master Brown cupped Henry’s chin and turned his face so as to look at him. Henry caught his gaze, surprised at the attractiveness of his Master.

“There… better,” the Master said. “Now we begin.”

He held Henry by one hand while he reached into his pocket. The young man heard the jingle of coins. “You remember Elijah Martin, don’t you?” he asked. “Eli was a boy much like yourself when I hired him those ten years ago. Look how well he’s done for himself.” Henry knew that Eli Martin had a small farm of his own, two wives and six children. He had seen them file into temple, a happy, comfortable group. Master Brown’s eyes became reflective.

“Yes, Elijah was sweet, but dirt poor like you. I did all I could to set him up. It helps to have a man of means on your side.”

Jeremiah held up a heavy silver dollar, holding it directly before Henry’s eyes. The shiny disc represented more money than Henry had ever touched at one time. “I pay you… what is it? One dollar per month for your farm duties? Well, a young man who hopes to wed will never manage on that. Luckily there are other things a boy can do with a man who befriends him, especially if he is in need of a nest egg.”

Master Brown leaned in and kissed him. A fresh wave of womanly funk rose from the pores on the boy’s downy face. Jeremiah Brown sniffed and eyed him quizzically. Then he gripped and released the buttons on Henry’s overalls, which fell quietly to the floor around his ankles. “Well, now… Let’s get a look at you.”

Master Brown took a step back. “Kindly remove the rest of your clothing, Henry” he dictated, in a tone similar to what he used used when instructing the blacksmith. Henry had long since come to the conclusion that he would be spending eternity in Hell. Besides, what choice did he have?

The lithe lines of the muscles in his arm danced and flexed as he pulled off his shirt and undergarments. Henry’s body glowed in the half-light of the tack room. Long and clean of limb, with fine definition of muscle and only scant hair at the chest and armpits, he offered a conflicting image of boy and man. Henry’s beard did not grow in thickly yet, but a fine crop of downy, black fur surrounded his cock. Master Brown’s eyes mapped him up and down, cataloguing all the details.

“Thank you, Lord. He’ll do just fine.”

Jeremiah Brown smiled wolfishly at Henry and began to disrobe. He held Henry’s gaze while systematically removing each item of clothing. Under the jacket and shirt his Master revealed a well-muscled torso with a dense thatch of hair trailing downwards. His shoulders were broad; his arms were thick and capable. He dropped his breeches unceremoniously to his ankles, standing as nude as Henry. The boy was fascinated by the man’s penis, which stood erect and solid. “All right, boy. Let’s see what I can teach you.” Master Brown stepped out of his trousers and crossed the room with the agile speed of an athlete. He reached Henry and pulled him close with one hand while taking his cock in the other. The Master kissed him again while holding him, walking him irresistibly towards the wall. Henry found himself returning the kisses in a furtive and hungry way.

The silver coin was placed next to the open jar of ointment on the wall shelf. Jeremiah instructed Henry to turn his back and grip the shelf on either side. “Keep your eye on the prize, my fine colt,” he said. Henry found himself spread-eagled and facing the wall. In one fluid movement Master Brown dipped the two forefingers of his left hand into the jar of oil. He reached between Henry’s slender buttocks and worked his fingers in.

Henry gasped. Before he could cry out in protest Master Brown took a shock of his ebony hair and pulled his head back. He whispered, “Oh no, you must be silent. Here, bite down on this.” Henry sighed relief as the Master released his hair, only to sputter as he bit down on the riding crop that Master Brown was easing into his mouth. The pain faded as his Master’s lubricated fingers teased his ass for what felt like a long time, probing. There was a place within that flamed arousal under Master Brown’s attentions. Henry let forth a moan as he bit down on the leather crop and pushed against his Master’s hand. “Ah, yes… you see, boy?” growled Jeremiah. “I think we can proceed.”

Just as Henry’s cock was beginning to rise, Master Brown disengaged. “Eye’s front, my young stallion.” Henry braced himself, gripping the edge of the shelf. His Master held him by the hips and begin to enter him. Henry yelped and chewed hard on the crop as his anus widened gradually and inexorably to accommodate his Master’s resolute prick. His legs buckled and he became light-headed as the fucking commenced, slow and shallow at first, but building in speed and depth until he bounced up off the ground with each of the man’s thrusts. Master Brown’s grunts of pleasure came at regular intervals as he screwed Henry in long, steady strokes. The ointment and silver dollar rattled and jumped in time on the shelf. Master Brown’s breathing changed. It became deep and hoarse as his cock grew harder inside Henry. He pushed himself in as deep as he could and held Henry on him, muttering a quiet prayer.

Henry was pinioned like a bird on a spit, unable to move. He squirmed. His ass hurt, but every nerve in his body also jangled with new and exotic pleasures. Henry, not for the last time, despaired for his eternal soul.

A sensation of emptiness and falling washed over him as Master Brown released him. Dropping dizzily to his knees, Henry craned his neck to see Master Jeremiah Brown towering above him. He stood righteous; his turgid cock pointed skyward  like the mast of a ship. Jeremiah gripped Henry by the ear with one hand and began to pump his cock with the other.

“You are now mine until I release you.” He stated, jerking. “You will offer service and I shall reward you.” His eyes were smouldering and his face bloomed livid with ecstasy and Heavenly Spirit. “I Choose you, Take you, and Own you,” the stroking became frenzied, “In the name of the Lord, and his Ways, and his Servants!” As he chanted, his penis erupted in thick gobs of semen. He touched the head of his cock to Henry’s forehead and distributed a seemingly endless anointing of creamy jism across the boy’s face.

“For this is my Right and my Way, as the Master is the Servant under his Lord,” he exhaled, smiling. Spent, he released Henry.

“Amen.”

Henry was told that he should clean himself up and hurry to prepare the team and buggy for the trip to town. He was informed that his new duties with the Master were to recur every week at the same time and place. It was made clear that any absence, or lack of discretion, would carry consequences. He cleaned himself and dressed as best he could, pocketed the silver dollar, and got back to work.

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Free Preview – Space Girls!

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Hi there, Scifi Smut Fans! I have posted the first few pages of Space Girls! Part One ~ When Worlds Collide for you. I want you to get a taste of the sweet, rollicking science fictiony fun it offers. If you like what you read, just click on the cover here, or in the sidebar, to get your own copy for one puny Earth Dollar. Remember, if you have Kindle Unlimited, it is pretty much FREE!


Lunette and Nebbie were Space Girls, and not just any Space Girls. They were co-commanders of the Martian Ladies Light-Speed Brigade. The fact that they were the only two members didn’t bother them much. They knew their flying saucer could not reach anything like light speed, but that didn’t matter. The saucer had been “borrowed” from the the Sapphic High Priestess (otherwise known as Nebbie’s Mom.) It zoomed plenty fast.

The Space Girls wore skin-tight crimson action suits (because Mars!). Their outfits had been fashioned from only the most modern space-velour and left precious little to the imagination. Space girls don’t wear underwear. They do wear sassy belts, slung low on the hip, with zap-guns. Ankle-high space boots with rounded toes and flat heels allow them to navigate even the trickiest terrain. Nebbie and Lunette also owned transparent bubble helmets (with antennae!) for “if the need should arise”.

Oh… they were Space Girls, all right, and they were headed for Earth, looking for action.

* * *

James and Brandon were speeding towards Vegas in a rag-top BMW. It had been “borrowed” from James’ Dad. They were too cool for school, which is why they decided to skip that day. Freddy Mercury blasted on the stereo. They chugged cold beers (borrowed from Brandon’s Dad) en route. They sang, “We Will Rock You!” very loudly. They were two good-lookin’, best buddies having a ball.

The boys felt somewhat indestructible. Their facial handsomeness and bulging groins rendered them so desirable you might even resent them for it. The top was down, but their carefully-gelled hairstyles remained crisply in place. Brandon’s cheekbones were dreamy and so was James’ chin-dimple. They laughed and joked photogenically as the beemer blazed a line through the desert towards Sin City.

Little did they know they would never arrive.

* * *

Lunette was tall and slinky. She had thin lips and languid brown eyes. Her black hair was braided tightly against each side of her head, bundled into little bumps that resembled the ears of a cute Martian sand-cat. A lot of the space girls wore it that way. She had a habit of resting her weight on one hip when she stood by her console. This slung her bottom nicely to one side.

Nebbie found that distracting. Over at the opposite side of the bridge she tried to pay attention to her NAV systems, but kept stealing glances. Nebbie tended towards horny, which is natural for a red-blooded gal from the Red Planet.

Lunette steered the saucer with one hand in an expert and lackadaisical way. She rested other hand carefully, casually, on her hip to accentuate the curve of her bum. She had been friends with Nebbie a long time, and knew how to play her. Looking back over her shoulder, she aimed her sleepy eyes at Nebbie. Then she twisted her torso around. The tall girl’s nipples had a habit of being pointedly present. Remember… a lack of underwear and clingy space velour leave nothing to the imagination.

Nebbie, on the other hand, was the compact model: shorter than average and big in the boobs. She had narrow hips and a small bum, which bothered her because she felt that the bottom part of her body should be in proportion with her more obvious assets. Her hair shone the colour of brash copper. If Mars had bees instead of zmibs, one might have said she had a bee-hive hairdo… but zmib-hive it was. Her active blue eyes missed nothing, especially the not-so-subtle sinuous poses her counterpart offered.

“Status report on our course to earth, Co-Commander Nebbie?” Lunette asked lazily.

“We are locked in and on course,” Nebbie chirped back. She stood straight. That was all it took to make her breasts push majestically against the shiny fabric of her action suit. Her puffy nipples bulged for anyone who cared to see.

“How are your flight systems, performing, Co-Commander Lunette?”

“Perfectly.” The taller girl broke a smug grin with thin lips. “I imagine that we have 1.37 time units remaining until our arrival. We should probably prepare.”

“Oh? What do we need to prepare?” asked Nebbie, knowing the answer all too well.

Lunette spoke in a low voice… conspiratorial. “According to research from earlier missions, the males of Earth tend to be lacking in the knowledge of how to render a Mars girl receptive.”

“Oh, really?” Nebbie acted mock-scandalized. “Unacceptable! Whatever shall we do?”

Lunette flipped the “auto-drive” toggle switch on her console. A lovely blue light flashed.

“Well… until we can teach them a thing or two, I imagine we will just have to help ourselves.” She reached forward and cupped the short girl’s breasts. “Can I see you in the laser turret?”

Nebbie traced a finger along Lunette’s thigh, making her way up to a prominent cleft. If they had camels on Mars instead of dinbies, one might have said she had a camel-toe… but dinbie-toe it was. Nebbie pursed her lips and smiled. Then she turned and bolted for the spiral stairway up to the top of the shiny ship.

“Race ya!”


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Masturbation Monday ~ Bike Repairs

18 + Readers Only! This is my latest offering for the Masturbation Monday Challenge from Kayla Lords. The idea is to write a bit of hot and sassy free smut that makes one tend towards self-love.

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Bike Repairs

by Tracy DeSanto

Josh cycled hard, powering his way up Main Street. The night was cool and cloudy as he humped up a beast of a hill. Halfway to the top, his chain snapped. His right foot spun free and he lost balance, swerving abruptly towards the curb. He hit it hard and took a nasty spill on the sidewalk. This all happened in 1.75 seconds. One moment he was up and happy, getting his cardio, the next he was down with bleeding knuckles and a broken bike. Shit.

Well… he saw no solution except to head over to the shop. Olympus Cycling was only two blocks away. Josh picked up his bike by the frame and hoisted it on his shoulder. Trudging up the hill, he hoped, at least, that Juno would be working.

By the time he got to the bike shop the rain had set in. Today was turning out to be a crappy, all in all, but at least that meant he found Juno alone in the shop. She was the best bike mech he’d ever met, and also hot in a way he had trouble reconciling. Juno was a tall, broad-shouldered woman. Actually, she stood a couple over him. They were both in their mid-twenties, prisoners to low-paying retail jobs. Juno wore black leggings and an old-style work shirt with her name on it. Josh found her leaning against her shop counter, looking bored, when he dragged his inert bike through the door.

“Hey, Hipster… you’re a mess. What did you do?”

She wore her short hair tied back with a red bandanna, cribbing from that “Rosie the Riveter” look. Her drug store dye-job blondness showed about two months worth of mousey brown roots. Why did Josh find this so hot? Because it indicated that she gave as close to zero fucks about it as was possible.

“Chain blew out and I hit pavement,” he said.

She wandered up to him, laughing, then looked at the bike with honest concern.

“Oh, no! Poor bike.”

“Actually, yeah. And I am kinda bleeding,” said Josh, holding out his skinned hands.

Juno examined his injuries with mock concern.

“Ooooh. Poor Hipster.” She pursed her lips and bent over to grab a small first-aid kit from under the counter. Her lips were big. Even with no makeup they were plump and pink. Her top two buttons were undone, which allowed Josh a glimpse into her deep cleavage. Was it wrong to be horny for a woman who was probably a lesbian? Josh could only hope she was bisexual…

Juno smiled at him with teeth that had never met an orthodontist. She opened the first aid-kit and then took his hands, examining the scrapes.

“Oh, Jeeze, buddy… you got a chunk of glass stuck your hand.”

Josh peered at the injury and saw the small piece of glass lodged in his nasty scrape. It amazed him that it hadn’t bothered him. Blood seeped freely and copiously from the wound.

Looking back up into her eyes, he saw that they were deep blue beneath perfectly arched, un-plucked eyebrows. She was a confusing goddess, deliciously feminine in her masculinity, or was it the other way around?

“We’ll clean that up later,” she said, and then she kissed him.

She kissed him hard, forcefully, and pulled him against her body. Josh felt her oversize breasts press and flatten against him, soft and delightful. The sensation contrasted with the muscular strength of her arms and the pointed approach of her kisses. He opened his mouth to her. The woman tongued him passionately and clutched him. Josh stood helpless, bleeding hands at his sides. His cock stiffened uncomfortably in his black skinny jeans.

“I’m glad you came by today, Hipster…” she said, frankly. “It’s been a long time since I enjoyed a cock.” She reached down and unzipped him. She found his dick trapped and bent inside the fabric of his briefs. She reached in and yanked him out, gripping him tightly. Juno took a step back, glanced down, and nodded approvingly. Then she glanced around the shop, and at the door.

“Seems quiet enough.” She released him and turned her back, walking to the bike stand. Without looking at him she pulled her leggings and panties down to her knees. The woman pushed her heart-shaped ass backwards. This exposed her cunt to him. Juno’s beaver was furry. She bent forward and held the bike stand. Her slit beckoned. Josh could just see her fingers through the gap of her thighs, rubbing her clit.

“Fuck me, pretty boy, and make me like it.”

Josh’s cock stood tall and hard at all this provocation. He did not need to be told twice. The man took the two steps required to stand directly behind Juno. Their heights matched, so he pushed his hips forward. The tip of his cock slipped easily into her slick vulva and she chuckled.

Juno said, sternly, again to the wall, “I thought I told you to fuck me.” Then she leaned backwards and took him right to the hilt. Slippery Juno-cunt enveloped iron-hard Josh-cock. He had no choice but to fuck… so fuck he did. He started with slow and shallow thrusts, just an inch in and out. Each time he pushed himself in, Juno pushed back and took him as deep as possible, which meant he disappeared completely inside her. Her ass-cheeks rippled against his hips.

Juno’s cunt was magic. As Josh entered her, she held and pulled him. As he slid out, she squeezed him. With each thrust she made a friendly, primitive noise: half-grunt / half-laughter. He found it unbearable sexy. Josh began to bang away like the drummer in a marching band. Soon Juno began screaming “That’s right! Fuck me, boy!” as she slid onto him and rubbed her clit.

A conundrum presented itself. Josh hung of the verge of a very special orgasm, but he wanted to be polite. He closed his eyes to avoid the provocative view of his cock sliding into her. He tried to think of cool rivers and green pastures. Then he redoubled his efforts to bring her off, whamming his dick into the woman in double time. Suddenly her voice changed and she screamed in a high-pitched wail. There were no actual words to it, but he suspected she was trying to say, “I am coming on your cock!”

With Josh’s proximity to blowing his load, that kicked him over the edge. His balls jumped and spasmed as he climaxed, coming in repeated spurts as Juno took him deep and held his cock inside her. All became extremely wet and slippery. He could feel himself coated with her lubrication and his own semen.

“Wakey, wakey, fellah,” she said, “You’re hilarious. I’ve never had a fainter before. Looks like you can’t handle the sight of your own blood.”

Josh felt woozy and opened his eyes. He sat on the floor, legs splayed in front of him. Bandages had been applied.

Juno cupped his face with her hand, and then playfully smacked it.

“Get it together, Hipster. You’re fine.”

It turned out that Josh had been in lala land for quite a while. She took the time to fix the bike chain after she cleaned up his scrapes. After Juno helped him to his feet, she helped herself to a crisp, but sticky, five dollar bill from his wallet. Her hands were greasy from the work, so she accidentally smudged some on the money.

“For the repair,” she said. “First-aid is on the house… this time. Maybe you should walk the bike home, though, Hipster.”

“My name is Josh,” he said.

“I know,” she said, “Now go home.”

Josh walked his bike home with an uncomfortable erection. Inside his pants, his underwear felt sticky with precum. When he got home he found it difficult to jerk off while wearing the bandages, but he managed.

Twice.

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