CFNM 18th Birthday

By Jan Osah

*** OVER 18s ONLY - This book contains strong and explicit themes, please do not purchase if easily offended ***

Carrying out an errand for his mother on his 18th Birthday, Carl finds himself trapped and the young virgin is used as a toy of a pair of identical twin sisters who force him into a CFNM situation. One gives him pleasures like he has never had before and the other, a PVC covered dominatrix punishes him. He returns later on the promise of an erotic reward and only discovers at the last minute that it's in front of an audience... and there is a hidden agenda!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jan Osah
• Release date: Jan 7, 2014
• ISBN: 9781311983251

Jan Osah

I'm married with three children and living in a menagerie with three cats, one dog, one hamster, three gerbils and a chicken! Today I have been eating mostly chocolate and thinking erotic thoughts for my next book ;-) I take a lot of cold showers.

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CFNM 18th Birthday

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Carl pulled up down the street from the house and yanked on the handbrake of his battered old BMW. He couldn't believe his Mother had sent him out on errands today. It was his eighteenth birthday and he had hoped to slum it at home in his room, pigging on junk food and playing his X-Box. No such luck. Instead he had first been sent out to grab a few things from the corner shop and now to drop of crappy box of files to one of his Mother's work colleagues. He eyed the rain streaming down the windshield and stopped the engine. As the wipers stopped, the screen went blurry with the heavy rain almost immediately and the rain drummed loudly on the roof.

The bulky box sitting on the passenger seat would be sodden before he got to the house. He wrapped it with his raincoat and protected it as best he could. He jumped out and ran around the front of the car to get to the passenger side and slipped on something and slammed down on his side in a large puddle. Cursing and dripping, he stood and brushed himself down and retrieved the box. Carl kicked the door shut and carrying the large wrapped box, trudged and squelched down the street, his hair already plastered to his head with the lashing rain.

Changing his grip on the heavy box, he carefully climbed the five steps to the front door. He pressed the box with his body against it, pressed the bell and waited. He soon heard footsteps and the door opened.

Can I help you?

From behind the box Carl mumbled, Errm, Miss Mander? My Mother sent me round with this. You know, Mrs Foxton, from work. I'm her son.

Mrs Foxton? Oh, it must be for my sister, can you bring it in for me?

Carl waddled in with the heavy box and followed the voice across the hall and into the lounge. He placed it on the floor and stood, stretching his back and arms, now relieved of the weight. He glanced around the room and thought the minimalist style really suited it. A crackling log fire danced in the sleek modern wood burner. Sorry, is here ok or would you like this somewhere else?

He turned and got his first look at the lady. Far from his expectation of some rotund lady in her fifties that Carl had expected, Miss Mander was a