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  ULTIMATE SINS

  A collection of twenty erotic stories

  Edited by Miranda Forbes

  Published by Xcite Books– 2012

  ISBN 9781909335639

  Copyright © Xcite Books 2007

  All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, electrostatic, magnetic tape, mechanical, photocopying, recording or otherwise, without the written permission of the publishers: Xcite Books, Suite 11769, 2nd Floor, 145-157 St John Street, London EC1V 4PY

  The stories contained within this book are works of fiction. Names and characters are the product of the authors’ imaginations and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental

  Contents

  Alice And The Red Queen Jean Roberta

  Serial Satisfaction Cathryn Cooper

  Shared Experience Lynn Lake

  Sweet Dreams Jade Taylor

  Purposeful Liaison Shermaine Williams

  The Florist Eva Hore

  A Lesson For Victoria Angela Meadows

  Story Telling Jim Baker

  Beautiful Sin Penelope Friday

  The Spying Game Roz MacLeod

  Eat Me Elizabeth Cage

  Vichysoisse AstridL

  French Connection Cathy King

  Bamboobzled Landon Dixon

  Pretty Young Things Cathryn Cooper

  Wreck-Her Lynn Lake

  Mixed Blessings Phoebe Grafton

  Blindspot Elspeth Potter

  The Librarian Eva Hore

  Maggie Kay JayBee

  Alice And The Red Queen

  by Jean Roberta

  Alice liked the roar of the power mower and the smell of freshly-cut grass. The trickle of sweat beneath her breasts and the pull in her bare arms and thighs made her feel like a real dyke, like the great tennis player who had hired her to groom her immense back lawn. Alice tried to ignore the throbbing of the motor as she wondered if she should consider a career as a landscape gardener.

  Felicity Pakingham stood on her deck, gin-and-tonic in hand, watching the college student in shorts and halter top who rode her mower up and down the lawn, dividing it into neat sections. Felicity could see Alice’s breasts bouncing from metres – or yards – away.

  Squinting toward the sun, Alice was dazzled by the copper-coloured beacon of Felicity’s very short hair. Ten years before, a sports reporter had named her “The Red Queen” after a merciless ruler in a fantasy chess game which had preceded all the currently-popular computer games by over a century. The name had inspired cartoon portraits of Felicity, including a computerized image of a tennis-playing queen. None of these caricatures did justice to the real woman’s bold-featured beauty.

  Felicity knew that she was slightly past her prime as an athlete, but her muscles were still sleek and hard. She could see that Alice was not used to sustained physical effort, but she could tolerate discomfort. The girl’s pampered young curves and her determination both tickled Felicity, who smiled down as though at a worthy opponent. The prospect of an interesting game made her aware of her hands and her clit.

  Alice looked up to see the enigmatic smile of her idol, and felt herself blushing.

  “Would you like to take a break?” called Felicity in a voice full of hearty cheer, but with an insinuating undertone. “You must be thirsty. A cold drink will revive you.” Alice almost fell off the mower in gratitude.

  Climbing the wooden steps to the deck, Alice touched the cotton scrunchy that held her chestnut hair in a ponytail to keep it off her face. Even still, sweaty tendrils had to be pushed off her forehead. She wondered if her movements looked awkward to the Red Queen, whose body language was always elegantly direct.

  “I have gin, scotch, beer and lemonade,” offered Felicity, playing the hostess. “You may have whichever you like, but alcohol will make you feel hotter when you get back to work.”

  Alice couldn’t look into the sparkling blue eyes of her idol. “Then I’d like lemonade, please,” she answered demurely.

  “You’re a good girl, aren’t you, dear?” purred Felicity, almost laughing openly. “Come into the kitchen. I’ll get your lemonade from the fridge.”

  Standing in the cool, gleaming shade of Felicity’s kitchen, Alice regarded the offered glass bottle as a welcome distraction. Felicity held the girl’s outstretched hand in both of hers for a moment, and her touch felt electric to Alice. “You want to do a good job, don’t you?” the Red Queen demanded.

  “Yes.” Alice gulped from the bottle as though her drink could make her articulate or competent, preferably both. “Of course.”

  Felicity ran a firm hand down Alice’s drinking arm, making her shake. “What did you tell me you are studying?” she teased. “Not landscape gardening, is it? Pity this sort of thing isn’t your forte.”

  Alice was devastated, even though she knew that the Red Queen wasn’t completely serious. “Am I doing something wrong?” begged the girl, forcing herself to look at Felicity’s face. Alice knew that her large, brown eyes must look hopelessly naïve, but she couldn’t pretend that working for a celebrity didn’t make her very nervous.

  “Alice,” Felicity addressed her as though speaking to a young child. “Come look.” With a thrilling hand on the small of the girl’s back, Felicity guided her onto the deck to survey her own work. “I appreciate that you’re not finished yet,” the Red Queen explained patiently. “But look at the borders of the lawn. The grass hasn’t been evenly mowed, so you’ll have to use something else to finish the edges. You weren’t planning to do that, were you?”

  Alice took in the lush expanse of grass and flowers. She didn’t think the mowed area looked bad compared to her parents’ lawn: the yard on which she had cut her mowing teeth, so to speak. But she knew she hadn’t done a job worthy of a queen’s castle grounds.

  “My garden is my refuge,” sighed Felicity, as if to herself. “I want it to be well-ordered, peaceful, soigné, private and discreet. Like a trusted companion.” Her hand slid shockingly from Alice’s back to squeeze one of her butt-cheeks and linger there, as if claiming the territory. Here it was: a lucky girl’s wildest dream about to come true. Yet it wasn’t happening in the way she had dreamed it.

  “I’m sorry,” Alice groaned. She shifted her stance, tingling under Felicity’s hand. “Ma’am. I’ll even up the edges. I’ll do whatever you want.” She took a deep breath, determined to speak her mind. “I know I’m not a professional gardener. I never told you I was. If that’s what you really wanted, you wouldn’t have hired me.”

  “Cheeky,” remarked Felicity, who looked amused. She punctuated the remark with a light slap to Alice’s behind.

  The girl closed her eyes to break the Red Queen’s spell, and awkwardly moved away from her. “No,” retorted Alice, fighting off tears. “No. I’m not. Ms Pakingham, I admire you more than I can say, and I would be glad to take care of your garden all summer, for nothing. You have no right to blame me for not being an expert. You knew I wasn’t a professional gardener or a tennis champion. I’m trying, but I wasn’t born knowing everything that’s important to you. I know other things. I’ve won scholarships in maths, which is my major. I can beat you at the video game that was named after you. And I’ll still have a life after you’ve forgotten me.”

  Felicity was moved. Alice’s anguish was heartfelt, even though she couldn’t imagine how Felicity herself, whose victories had been cheered by millions, could fear being forgotten while she was still alive.

  “Ah,” breathed the Red Queen. “You don’t want to be patronized.” She smiled and pulled Alice into her arms, bringing her enormous relief. Alice felt as if she could come from being held this way.

  The
demanding warmth of Felicity’s mouth on hers made Alice feel as if her bones were melting. Her grateful moan encouraged Felicity to part the girl’s lips with her own gin-flavoured tongue and slide it into her mouth. Alice’s lemonade had been abandoned for sweeter pleasures.

  Felicity withdrew to let the girl catch her breath, but she pressed her crotch against Alice’s belly and hip, letting her feel the hard object that Felicity wore under her Capri pants. The Red Queen held Alice’s eyes with her own. “You are a lesbian, aren’t you, my dear?” she drawled.

  “Oh yes,” grinned Alice. “I love – women.”

  “Would you ride a cock horse to Banbury Cross?” teased Felicity.

  “There and back.”

  “Tell me something, Alice,” cooed Felicity. “Answer honestly. If I’m not satisfied with your work, would you prefer to know that you’ll never be invited here again, or would you accept a penalty to earn a second chance?”

  Alice knew in her awakened clit, in her expectant bottom and in her swollen nipples what was coming. Nonetheless she asked, “What’s the penalty?”

  “A spanking,” promised the Red Queen, slipping her fingers under Alice’s shorts. “On your bare arse, over my knee. I won’t patronize you by underestimating your endurance, my girl. Smart strokes can show you the error of your ways. No quarter asked, and none given. You won’t want to sit down for a week after.”

  Alice knew that she should feel alarmed and insulted, but she couldn’t help grinning or squirming. She wondered if she could actually come from the impact of Felicity’s strong hand on her tender skin, or feel a returning gush of pleasure and pride while studying the damage with the help of two mirrors in the privacy of her bedroom. Peering into the dark rabbit-hole of her own perversity made Alice feel faint.

  Felicity gave her girl’s impatient young butt-cheeks a sharp pinch apiece. “You’ve made your choice, haven’t you, dear?” she prompted.

  “Yes,” admitted Alice. “Ma’am.” She didn’t know what else to say.

  “Then finish your work and do it well. Or you might not get a chance to redeem yourself.”

  The sun offered no mercy to Alice, but she was determined not to overlook a single, uncouth blade of grass. Suffering from heat of various kinds, the girl still had her pride. After she had ridden over the entire lawn, she took the mower to the tool shed and picked out a hand-held tool for trimming the edges. By the time Alice finished, the lawn was ready for a photo shoot.

  She walked toward the deck, swaggering a little, as the other woman came toward her. “Beautiful,” smiled Felicity. She was not only describing her garden.

  “Anything for you,” bragged the girl as the Red Queen held her glowing face in both hands and leaned forward to kiss her. Alice tasted her own salt on Felicity’s mouth, and heard her own heartbeat.

  Felicity withdrew. “Anything?” she challenged, looking predatory. “We’ll see.” She enfolded the girl in her arms and found the knot at the back of her neck that held her halter-top in place. She soon had it untied, and pulled the yellow top down to reveal plump, pink breasts. The girl’s nipples were already hard and red.

  “Here?” asked Alice, glancing at the high wooden fence which couldn’t guarantee protection from exposure.

  “Where else?” smirked Felicity. “My sexy grounds-keeper. This seems like the natural place for your ravishment.” She rolled one of Alice’s nipples between two fingers, squeezing it increasingly harder as the girl’s breathing shook her ribcage. Before Alice could guess the next move, Felicity took the other nipple between her teeth and tormented it with her tongue.

  The setting sun was streaking the sky lavender, pink and gold. Playful breezes stroked Alice’s bare skin as Felicity unzipped her shorts and pulled them down. The dark hair between the girl’s pale thighs was matted with juice. Felicity smiled as the unmistakable smell floated to her nose. Slipping two fingers into the wet heat, Felicity collected Alice’s nectar for tasting. “Ohh,” moaned the girl. “Make me yours.”

  “Really?” sneered the Red Queen. “Are you giving me an order? How presumptuous. What a greedy wench you are.”

  “Or leave me alone,” parried Alice, standing proudly naked in the summer twilight like a nymph in an old painting. She had set her hair free, and it flowed over her tanned shoulders. “If I’m not good enough, tell me to leave. I’ll never come back. You can pretend you never met me.”

  Felicity nodded curtly, in an almost military gesture of respect. She couldn’t keep the smile off her face. “I’m greedy too. I want your mouth, my dear.” The Red Queen efficiently shucked her clothes and her favourite strap-on cock, and left them scattered on the grass.

  Alice knelt and paid homage to her idol’s ginger-coloured bush with careful hands and a daring tongue. The girl was more confident and experienced than Felicity had expected, and she soon discovered how to make Felicity groan and buck. Alice’s face was wet when she raised it again.

  “You have talent, girl. You were meant to give pleasure. I want to know how much you can take. Like this, like the little animal you are.” Felicity positioned her on all fours on the short, prickly lawn. “I have nothing to tie you with. Will you stay in place until I release you?” Alice did, and even spread her legs apart without being told.

  The girl wiggled her bottom slightly while Felicity retrieved her valued tool and girded her loins. “This is what you want, isn’t it?” she snickered, kneeling behind the girl and opening her wet cunt with one hand while holding her silicone cock with the other. She teased Alice with the head until the girl couldn’t resist pushing back, wanting to be filled. With a well-placed lunge, Felicity sank in to the hilt.

  “Oh, Ma’am!” Alice burst out in an agony of pleasure. “Oh!” She had more to say, but Felicity’s catchy rhythm silenced her for several beats. The girl knew from experience that the ecstasy of surrender, the sweetness of feeling completely owned, wouldn’t last. As she grew impossibly wet, drenched by the storm in her eager young centre, she wished she could record the experience and play it over and over whenever she needed to remember her brush with fame and power.

  “It’s – what we both want,” the girl panted, squeezing the object that seemed amazingly real. “You too. Say it. Please. Say it.”

  Holding Alice by the hips, pressing against her warm behind, Felicity felt blessed. She felt a transfusion of something like innocence or like hope from this girl who gave herself so willingly without giving herself up. Felicity fucked her roughly, knowing that anything less would feel insulting.

  “I want you,” growled the Red Queen. “Want you! Won’t – let you – go.” She felt a subtle change deep inside her girl.

  The wild ride ended too soon for both. Alice’s climax was like fireworks for an Amazon national holiday, while Felicity’s was milder, being partly vicarious.

  The two naked women sat entwined, watching the stars come out. “A video game might be named after you some day,” mused the Red Queen, playing with Alice’s breasts. “But you’ll never rise too high for me to spank.”

  Alice felt a pang of despair, and wondered how she could ever have expected better treatment. “To keep me in my place? To remind me that I’m nobody in your world?” Her voice dripped with the sarcasm of disillusioned youth.

  “Those intentions are hardly the same, sweet Alice,” lectured Felicity, stroking her girl’s tangled hair. Felicity sighed discreetly. “But certainly, you need to learn your place in my life. My meaning will sink in, I hope.” And before long, it did.

  Years later, a rumour surfaced in the tabloid press that Felicity Pakingham, having lost her edge, had plunged into a senseless affair with a young computer geek named Alice Liddell, a lesbian barfly with whom she had nothing in common. Felicity refused to dignify such gossip with a response, while Alice patiently explained to the nosy that she had formerly worked for Ms Pakingham, nothing more. And she always seemed completely credible.

  Serial Satisfaction

  by Cathryn Cooper
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  Michael ran his hands around the steering wheel as he drove. They were sweaty – with excitement. A throbbing expectancy ebbed and flowed in his lower torso.

  Swiftly, he switched his lights from main beam to dipped. Ahead of him was the lay-by – their usual meeting place. Her car was already there. Just thinking about her dark hair, her sparkling blue eyes, made him breathe more heavily. Imagining her round and very full breasts and what was going to happen next, increased the aching throb between his legs.

  Accompanied by a cloud of expensive perfume, Crystal, Thomas’s wife, opened the car door and slid into the seat beside her husband’s best friend. His hands left the steering wheel and grabbed her shoulders. He clasped her to him and they kissed long and deep.

  ‘It’s so good to see you, babe,’ he said, his lips still pecking at her cheek, her ear, the soft waves of her hair. He smelt her freshness, her warmth permeating through his shirt to his skin.

  The firmness of her body excited him. The smell of her invoked an odd feeling in him of wanting to ram himself into her as a knife slides into butter. He wanted to eat her, mould with her, savour her body in such a way that all his senses would be satisfied.

  ‘I want you so much.’ That was all that he said.

  As her hands ran down over his chest to his waist and his zip, Michael threw back his head and groaned. She pulled his erection out the front of his trousers and began stroking it. Her head dropped to his lap.

  Michael felt as though he’d died and gone to heaven. This was every guy’s biggest fantasy; a beautiful broad giving him head. But she was going too fast. He was going to come too soon if she went at it this quick, and he didn’t want that. He wanted to string out the time, make the most of it whilst he could. Too quick and it would all be over. He wouldn’t be able to give her what she wanted and that was too sad for words.

  ‘Crystal, can’t you wait?’

  A muffled ‘no’ drifted upwards. Through narrowed eyes, he could see the top of her head bobbing up and down in a steady tempo as her lips sucked on him. Her mane of dark hair hid his sex and what she was doing to it. Never mind. He didn’t need to see. He could feel what she was doing, and it was absolutely delicious.