Erotic Tales of Dubious Consent

By K.B. Stevens

For Mature audiences. Explicit descriptions of sexual acts. This hot bundle of dubious consent erotica contains 4 dirty tales from the files of best selling erotica writer KB Stevens, conveniently packaged together to save you some money! The kinky stories of questionable sexual manipulation include: Reluctant G**gb**g Girl, My Preacher Coerced Me Into Sex, Hypnotized & Used For Sex, and My Nubile Future Daughter In Law. These tales are not for the faint of heart, or easily offended! For everyone else who enjoys fictional tales of Dubious Consent...hold on to your hat! Over 27,000 words of steamy SEX

• Language: English
• Publisher: K.B. Stevens
• Release date: Jun 17, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301920846

K.B. Stevens

I studied Video/Film at The University of Maryland Baltimore County. Have travelled all over the world to strange places like: Iceland, Turkey, Africa, Bahamas, Mexico, Denmark, Belgium, Japan, France, America, etc. I love anything that involves the outdoors including: scuba diving, water skiing, hiking, biking, kayaking, ice-skating, snow skiing, shooting, sailing, etc. I love movies and reading, and believe that reading/writing screenplays combines the best of both mediums. Lately I have been branching out into other genres of writing like: non-fiction and erotica. I really enjoy putting a story together and hope you will enjoy reading some (all) of my books.

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Erotic Tales of Dubious Consent

by

K.B. Stevens

Copyright 2013 K.B. Stevens

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This eBook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only, and may not be re-sold or given away to other people. This eBook is a work of erotic fiction for mature adult audiences only. It is unsuitable for readers 17 and under, and may be offensive to readers of all ages. All characters are over the age of 18 and fictitious; any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

My Preacher Coerced Me Into Sex

(Part 4 of the, Nubile Brittany series)

I always thought Pastor Schaaft was a devilishly handsome man, with his salt and pepper hair, chiseled features, large hands, and the imposing size of his six foot three inch frame. When I was thirteen, sitting in the pews, sometimes inappropriate thoughts would overwhelm me, and I would feel a naughty tingling between my legs. Back then I swore my best friend, Jenna, to total secrecy before telling her why I was so restless in church, but she told me I was nasty and possessed by the devil. At least her big sister, Ginger, was a little more understanding. I'd totally bang him, she whispered to me supportively one Sunday after bible study.

Now, five years later I come to find out that I wasn't the only one having wickedly sinful fantasies in the lord's house. And before you think of me as some kind of evil harlot just remember, I'm merely the lost sheep in this irreverent tale. Pastor Schaaft was the proverbial shepherd who was supposed to be guiding my way, and watching over me, not taking advantage of my naivety, and casting demons out of my nubile body with his anointed staff, like Jesus did Mary Magdalene! But first let me tell you how my day started.

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Ginger and I stumble through her apartment door a little after 3am. After an unusually crazy Sunday night of stripping at, The Sin Room, it was nice to finally be off work and home alone with my roommate with benefits.

What the fuck was that all about? Ginger says still shocked.

I know, right! I say in agreement.

Who the hell has their bachelor party on a Sunday night! she complains.

Ginger empties her big red Prada purse onto the dining room table.

Money pours out everywhere, covering the surface of the table.

Ginger slumps in the corner of our black leather couch. I think I did like, 30 lap dances with those horny fuckers, she says, swinging her legs up on the cushions.

I sort my money by denomination as I count it on the kitchen counter, Hey babe; I think I made over nine hundred! I tell her excitedly.

Shit Brittany! What kind of 'extras' were you giving tonight? she says in mock jealousy.

I feel kinda guilty about shaking them down like that, I confess.

It's supply and demand sweetie; we're selling the dream...and they're obviously willing to pay for it, she says consoling me.

It's just sad; all the lonely old married men packing the place night after night.

Don't forget the unhappily married young studs, Ginger reminds me.

And the cheap-ass frat boys! I say.

Come here honey; I'll make it better, Ginger says, patting the couch next to her. Sit with me.

I wearily oblige. I plant myself between Ginger's legs and she leans me back against her warm body and rubs my shoulders.

I'm so glad it's the weekend, she sighs.

It's Monday morning, I correct her.

It's our weekend, you slutty dancer, Ginger whispers into my ear with her warm breath tickling my neck. You still going home to see your grandma tomorrow? she inquires while nibbling on my ear lobe.

Yeah; she's been bugging me for like, a week to come visit.

Sliding her hand up the front of my mini skirt she says, I guess I better get what I want before you leave.

Ginger places gentle kisses on my neck, while massaging my breast.

Now who's the, slutty dancer, I ask her.

I just can't resist your boobs! Ginger admits. I wish I had D-cups like you.

Buy some, I say slyly.

Squeezing my tits a little harder she says, They wouldn't' be friggin' perfect like this; with your pink puffy nipples.

Yours are nice too; they're so perky! I exclaim sincerely.

You think you're funny, don't you Ms. Big Tits? Ginger says annoyed. You're gonna get it real good you little tramp!

Promises, promises, I whine, egging her on.

Ginger gets up from the couch, Hold on; I'll be right back, she says as she disappears down the hall.

When she returns she's wearing her red satin robe with nothing on underneath, and she's carrying two pillows and her black velvet handcuffs. It must be playtime, I think to myself. Even though it was three in the morning Ginger still had plenty enough energy to, get what she wanted as she put it. She seemed to be determined to, give it to me good, like she threatened.

Ginger stands me up and removes my blouse and bra, leaving me in nothing but my mini skirt. She takes my hand and leads me to the big red support beam that runs from the floor to the ceiling in our living room. She places a pillow at the base of the steel I-beam girder and has me sit on it with my back to the beam. She leans me forward and places the second pillow behind my back and head. She draws my arms behind my back securing them with the cuffs, then removes the satin tie from her robe and covers my eyes with it.

You look delicious, she purrs.

I feel a little vulnerable blindfolded and handcuffed to the pole half-naked, but I trust Ginger. Just then I hear a, 'whoosh' sound and feel a sting on my thigh; no doubt from her braided leather riding whip, of which she was quite fond.

Ouch! You bitch! I cry out, more in shock than pain.

That's no way to talk to your mistress, she says disappointed.

She runs the skinny strands from the end of the whip between my breast and across my neck.

Spread your legs wider, she commands me.

Given my circumstances, I comply by immediately opening my legs.

Oh that's pretty. Ginger says in approval while brushing the whip against my blonde bush.

Crack! I hear from the whip, seemingly before I even felt it snap sharply across my tits.

Fuck, Ginger! I yell in honest pain. That hurt!

Don't be such a cry baby, she scolds, as she tickles the bottom of my bare feet with the whip and slithers it up my leg.

I couldn't see it through the blindfold, but I'm sure she had a big wicked smile on her face. She kneels down straddling my thigh and I feel her smooth hairless, Hollywood waxed pussy rubbing against my leg.

In a hushed voice she says, I think I love you.

I open my mouth to speak; not sure what I would say back, when I feel her hand gently covering my mouth and hear her shushing me to be quiet.

It must have been the exhaustion of working all night that was making her a bit loopy. I mean Ginger and I have been messing around a lot lately, but she's never said she loves me; not even after that time I made her cum so hard she cried. Ginger doesn't tell her own boyfriend, Matt, that she loves him, but that's probably on account of their open relationship and all.

She humps my leg a little harder and sucks playfully on my nipples while snaking a slender hand between my legs. Ginger toys with my clit making small circles with her fingers, and I feel the slightest hint of her pearly whites tugging on my erect nipples as she licks and sucks my tits.

Suddenly she plunges two