A Touch of Venus (Secret Erotic Stories)

By Jan Frescher

A Touch of Venus is a collection of stories (over 44,000 words long) where your deepest fantasies can come alive.
Inside the pages of this book you may find yourself placed into a world where you long to dwell, for a little time, in secret. A place that exists in your mind or for some it may be a visit to a fantasy that you have played out and long for more.
What happens when a horny couple go babysitting or a dutiful assistant is caught in the middle of her employer’s insatiable appetite? And when a woman is left alone with the builders’ there is only one thing that can happen; isn't there?
Who is the Red Woman?
And in Business Sense a woman scorned can be a dangerous thing! Men who play away from home do so at the risk of being caught. It’s time for the wife to play the game that was once the domain of men.
Come inside and have a look, but be prepared to experience feelings that can only lead to one thing....

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jan Frescher
• Release date: Jun 5, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301069453

Jan Frescher

I am an author and lover of Erotica. My first book is the first one in a series I intend to write entitled A Touch of Venus (Secret Erotic Stories). I hope to link in with readers and share their experiences in my future books. The world needs more interesting, real, stories.

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A Touch of Venus

Secret Erotic Stories

Volume 1

Jan Frecsher

A place where your deepest fantasies can thrive.

Introduction

A Touch of Venus is a collection of stories (over 44,000 words long) where your deepest fantasies can come alive.

Inside the pages of this book you may find yourself placed into a world where you long to dwell, for a little time, in secret.  A place that exists in your mind or for some it may be a visit to a fantasy that you have played out and long for more.

What happens when a horny couple go babysitting or a dutiful assistant is caught in the middle of her employer’s insatiable appetite?  And when a woman is left alone with the builders’ there is only one thing that can happen; isn’t there?

Who is the Red Woman?

And in Business Sense a woman scorned can be a dangerous thing!  Men who play away from home do so at the risk of being caught.  It’s time for the wife to play the game that was once the domain of men.

Come inside and have a look, but be prepared to experience feelings that can only lead to one thing....

COPYRIGHT

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CONTENTS

Title Page

Introduction

About the Author

Copyright

Forever Damned

Business Sense

The Builders Folly

The Red Girl

The Babysitters

Forever Damned

My employer is a successful woman who knows who she is, how to get things and has no shame in what she does.  She is a very pretty young woman with high breasts, long blonde hair and a stylish body; not a stick insect and not overweight, I believed she was just right, and had a nice hourglass figure.  I think she makes her money in the computer business.  I am her personal assistant and provide her with whatever she wants; I don't mind the work, she is very generous and I get to travel all over the world.  The hardest part of the job was that I knew she was having sex with whatever man she chose, and she chose often.  I am quite religious and had to bite my tongue a lot; in the beginning.

Although I knew about the men she dated, I found it strange that there were always phone calls from different men – most days; the first time I actually witnessed one of her exploits was the morning after she returned home from a business meeting.  This was when my eyes were opened, big time.  The business meeting she attended was only scheduled for a couple of hours in the afternoon, so she should have returned home for her dinner (that I slaved over); I cook as well as assist.  This didn't happen; I ate alone (again).  I replayed the drunken phone call from the answer-phone a few hours after dinner, she'd left it for me to retrieve at my leisure, she does that quite often.  The following morning she arrived back home, just in time for her new sofa to be delivered, the delivery men were in the room waiting to remove the cellophane and receive their delivery fee.

It always amazed me that she could stay out all night, never changing her clothes, then return home looking as elegant and as beautiful as the moment she left, it was a little bit sickening.  I would end up looking very unkempt if I stayed out all night – not that I ever have.  Like the dutiful assistant I held the door open for her and watched as she glided into the front room and addressed the delivery men; two of them were in their forties, the other a lot younger, he looked like the apprentice.  Their gaping mouths said it all as they stared at her, their eyes following her as she moved across the room.  She was so stunningly beautiful in her black outfit, almost everything was black, a black pencil dress; black stiletto shoes; black stockings; black hat; black gloves and to finish off, her black contact lenses – she was obsessed with black; I'm glad she went out during the day!

Have you been offered any hospitality? she inquired, placing her bag on the floor.

They had, it was the first thing I did.

Excellent, place the sofa over here and sit on it she instructed.  Will cash do? she said whilst bending over to the floor to reach the bag she had just dropped there.

They sat down; the young one chose the middle seat.  Once seated the men didn't speak, the only sound that could be heard was the rasp of one of them clearing his throat.  I was shocked to see what she was doing.  She had just placed her bag on the floor in front of them and then proceeded to bend over, right in their faces.  Her dress was that short it instantly rose up the moment she bent forward.  I was in the other room and could see everything!  Although she was very elegantly dressed there was an item of clothing missing.  A very important item!

I couldn't believe what I was seeing, her legs were slightly apart and she was giving them a full and up-close-intimate view of her private parts!  They were not-so private now.  I could see everything and the delivery men had a similar but much closer view than I had.  I wanted to look away but curiosity got the better of me.  I know watching is wrong. 

I had questions running through my mind.  What was she doing?  What was she trying to achieve?  Surely an elegant rich woman wasn't trying to give them a thrill to save on paying the bill, was she?  I was really confused.  These men were rough, scruffy and unkempt, why would she lower herself to showing them her flesh?  Not just a leg or a flash of the stomach, but her intimate flesh!

The answer would have been simple to somebody worldly wise; though I did not know what it was.  I was naive to the ways of the world; my employer was not, and when she wanted something she got it.  It was a very dangerous way to live – in my opinion.

The younger worker was looking a little uncomfortable with the whole situation, I could see the problem he had, there was a newly formed bulge rising in his pants, he was desperately trying to hide it, to no avail.  A second later she caught him trying to hide this shame.

"There's nothing wrong with your eyes" she said staring straight at him. 

His face lit up a lovely crimson colour as she addressed him; no words came out of his mouth just a stutter of vowels.  The poor lad, I bet he wished the sofa would open up and swallow him.  The other two men just sat there grinning, I guess they were a little more experienced at this kind of thing.  I wondered if this often happens to them – if it did, what must their wives think? 

What are you hiding in there young man? she asked. 

Young man she called him, I bet she is only a couple of years older than him; although I would hazard a guess that she was a lot more mature in the ways of the world.

His face was a picture, such an embarrassed look; I let out a giggle, which they must have heard, even though there was a glass door between us the sound of the giggle was a little loud and I could hear everything they were saying.  I couldn't decide if she planned this or if it was just one of those things; knowing her and how she lives it must have been planned, she always has a plan.  She would know that bending over in front of a young lad, with his face just a matter of feet away from her naked displayed parts would get a reaction like that.  I may be naive but if I were a gambler I would have put money on that outcome. 

If this was a plan, where was it going to go, would she take the lad upstairs and relieve his erection?  Surely she couldn't do anything in the room with the other men there, and me watching!  He wasn't bad looking either, just a little on the rough side. 

The embarrassed look on his face turned out to be a temporary feature.  It swiftly moved from the crimson shade to a white or grey shade – I wasn't sure, but he had a look of total fear when she knelt in front of him and pulled his pants down.  She did this without diverting her eyes from him.  He recoiled towards the back of the sofa quicker than you could blink as she placed her gloved hand around his exposed penis.

I couldn't believe what I was witnessing – I was absolutely shocked and disgusted.  I turned away intending on finding something to do, how could she do that, in front of those other men, in front of me.  Before I moved from the door something strange happened to me, I had a compelling feeling to watch them, it just flooded over me; I didn't want to – I needed to walk away, but I couldn't. 

There was a voyeuristic feeling pulling at me, like a magnet pulling the needle of a compass forcing it to turn north; this scene was my north.  I relented and turned staring straight at the lad's face.  I was trying really hard not to look at his exposed penis – I told myself looking at his face would be acceptable.  I could see the fear that had been evident had now vanished from his face, I continued staring straight at him but I had to know why there was no fear showing, what had changed?  Reluctantly I relaxed my eyes, my gaze slowly fell downwards, I tried to fight it, but couldn't.  It stopped falling once it had reached his exposed waist; my question had been answered. 

His fear was gone because she began to pleasure him with her hand. 

My gaze had reached this scandalous act just as her black silk gloved hand pulled down on his foreskin to reveal the swollen head of his erection.  I couldn't tear my eyes away, it was compelling viewing, wrong – so very wrong, but compelling.  I looked at her; she was still keeping eye contact with him.  She was smiling.  Not a smile like she had heard a joke, her face was full of lust and playfulness.  I told myself she was just messing about, teasing him – I felt I needed to justify to myself why I was looking; but all I was doing was effectively minimising the situation in my head to make me feel better.  My conscience had lost the battle inside of me, I couldn't look away now.

I continued staring at her, she lowered her head putting her black lips around the tip of his erection – I decided that she must be completely mad; she was giving this lad fellatio on the sofa with those other men there.  What if they became aroused?  They might try and do something to her, they could touch her, and she could be physically abused! 

I stood frozen to the spot watching this sex act, I was barely a few meters away from them, although I felt an element of safety because of the door between us; what would I do if the other men tried anything – I had no answer; should I call the police?  If I did what would happen?  What if she wanted them to react and touch her?  I would be in trouble then.  These thoughts were just fumbling around in my head so I decided that I should stand at the door and watch, just in case anything untoward happened and she needed me to do something (like the dutiful assistant). 

I don't know who I was kidding, what on earth could I have done?  The truth was ugly to me – I was powerless and I just wanted to watch.

Her head moved down towards his body taking the full length of his penis into her mouth until it had completely disappeared from view; the smile on his face spoke a thousand words, although the next move he made would be uncomfortable for him – he put his hand on her hair, she loves her hair, it's black, just like the rest of her wardrobe, everything she has is as