Erotica! Fan Favorites

By K.B. Stevens

The readers have spoken! Here are the top 5 favorite dirty sex stories from bestselling erotica writer K.B. Stevens in one volume. These devious tales are not for the easily offended, but definitely guaranteed to get you off! The stories included are: Hypnotized & Used For Sex, My Nubile Future Daughter-in-law, My Preacher Coerced Me Into Sex, Reluctant Gangbang Girl, and Sexing The Special Needs Girl. Also includes Take Off Your Top; episode #1 of The Sin Room erotic mystery. Over 42,000 words of dubious dealings certain to get you hot and bothered.

Hypnotized & Used For Sex: Dillon plans to try out his hypnotism on his virginal girlfriend, but he's interrupted by her snobby, conceited, cock-blocking roommate Hannah. When Dillon unexpectedly finds himself alone with Hannah one night he decides a change of plans is in order, but what price will he pay when everything is said and done?

My Nubile Future Daughter in law: How can Brittany save her Nana's house from foreclosure? Her fiance's daddy; Mr. Burke could probably help. He did work at the bank, after all. And certainly being his future daughter-in-law should count for something. How far would she go to save Nana's house?

My Preacher Coerced Me Into Sex: Brittany finds herself in the unholy hands of dirty old Pastor Schaaft who insist that she, "atones" for all of her depraved sins during a private confession in his rectory apartment.

Reluctant Gangbang Girl: When Vanessa's fiancé Billy is accused of a heinous crime, how far will she go to secure his freedom? And did she love him enough to make a deal with Dillon; her creepy stalker neighbor from across the street, who claims he holds the only chance for her fiancé to duck a lengthy prison term.

Sexing The Special Needs Girl: Jerry's life takes a bizarre turn when he's dumped by his girlfriend and gets accosted by Betty, the curvy young woman who lives in the apartment across the hall, who despite having an intellectual disability was a rocket scientist when it came to "special" bedroom gymnastics.

Take Off Your Top: Ever since Tina was a little girl she dreamed of becoming a rich and famous fashion model. And now, with high school graduation just around the corner, she was ready to pursue modeling full time.The only thing holding her back was getting enough money to put together a professional high-quality portfolio. When Tina decides to take her clothes off for money at the local gentleman's club she quickly finds herself sexually ensnared in a volatile love triangle that leads to murder, kidnapping, and revenge.

• Language: English
• Publisher: K.B. Stevens
• Release date: Apr 24, 2014
• ISBN: 9781310945649

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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Erotica!

Fan Favorites

by

K.B. STEVENS

Copyright © 2014 K.B. STEVENS

Smashwords Edition

This book 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.

Table of Contents

Hypnotized And Used For Sex

My Nubile Future Daughter-in-law

My Preacher Coerced Me Into Sex

Reluctant Gangbang Girl

Sexing The Special Needs Girl

Bonus:

Take Off Your Top

Other books by K.B. STEVENS

Hypnotized And Used For Sex

I knew it was wrong but what can I say; I'm a horny teenager with raging testosterone and a constant boner. Ever since I saw, The Amazing Andillini (Andy Horowitz to you and me) hypnotize a bunch of cerebral nerds from my high school's advanced calculus class, I was obsessed with hypnotism. I mean if those self conscious, doubting Thomases with genius IQs could be made to waddle around the auditorium stage quacking like ducks, then surely anyone was susceptible to the power of hypnosis. And the best part about it was they didn't remember a single detail of the whole humiliating ordeal afterwards.

My recurring wet dream was to master this Jedi mind trick and get my homely, dick-tease girlfriend Emily, to be my sexual puppet; doing whatever dirty deed I demanded. Screw the whole, with great power comes great responsibility bullshit because I was tired of walking around my college campus feeling like I had a giant, V for virginity branded on my forehead.

Having reached the ancient age of 19 with my V card still intact, I was ready to lose my virginity by any means necessary. The situation in my pants had reached crisis proportions; I would have screwed a fat, ugly hooker if I only had the money to pay for one. Unfortunately I sunk all of the money I had, and probably ever will have for the next 10 years, into higher learning and Sallie Mae student loans.

I know what you're thinking, the best things in life...including sex, are free dear boy. The sad truth of the matter was that Emily seemed to take a sadistic pleasure in working me up and then tagging me out any time I tried to get past her second base. The only balls that got anywhere near her field of abstinence where blue balls. The last time I tried to steal a base, with my hand leading off, sliding almost imperceptibly along the inside of her thigh, she cried foul and slapped me hard across the face. It didn't really hurt; it just strengthened my horny resolve to get into her panties, by hook or by crook, as my British Lit. teacher would say.

Normally I would have had the local unshowered liquor store bum buy me a four pack of wine coolers; plenty enough to get Emily sloppy drunk. Then I could easily take advantage of her when her defenses were totally sloshed. Unfortunately she was allergic to any and all alcoholic beverages and the histamines they naturally contained.

With some girls a little allergy would be nothing more than an inconvenience; however for Emily it meant projectile vomiting, a trip to the E.R. and one of those Epinephrine needles in the leg. Trust me; I saw it first hand, up close and personal at our first communion together when we were 8 years old and Pastor Schaaft gave her the tiniest cup of, The Lord's Blood. It was not a pretty sight.

So I was forced to pursue an alternative route; one that was more powerful, more volatile, and totally unpredictable: sexual hypnotism.

I'm going to share my sordid tale of mind control sex with you, dear reader, as a kind of public service announcement; a cautionary tale if you will, for others who might be likewise tempted to veer down the same moral slippery slope that I found myself on.

*****

I had been practicing, plotting and planning this night for weeks; it was Friday night and I was ready to perform, ready to get it on! The Amazing Dillini (That's me) was about to go where no man...or vibrator had gone before! I had my, Hypnotism For Dummies book for reference, and a small bottle of KY lube. I forgot condoms, but that didn't matter; I planned on giving Emily a warm, gooey, pearl necklace at the conclusion of my performance. I was about to unleash years of sexual frustration on my sweet, unsuspecting girlfriend; poking and prodding her in each and every one of her delectable holes until I had my fill. I was cool as a cucumber, chilling in Hannah and Emily's dorm room, biding my time until Emily and I were alone.

I had carefully chosen this night; the first Friday of the month, due to the fact that her stuck-up annoying, rich-bitch roommate, Hannah, always went home to Denver to ride her horses, do her laundry, and have dinner with her filthy rich parents on the first weekend of every month.

I was sitting on Hannah's enormous green bean bag chair; drilling my lines in my head, going over my hypnotic suggestions, preparing to take control of Emily's feeble mind by planting the idea that having sex with me was not only what she wanted more than anything in the world, but that she was actually the aggressor. I'm talking about some crazy Inception stuff!

Emily and Hannah were sitting across from each other at the kitchen table, studying furiously with dueling laptops and notes everywhere. I check my watch, even though I already know the time, and ask Hannah, Shouldn't you be headed home?

She gives me an annoyed look, "Shouldn't you be headed back to your dorm, Dillbert?"

Emily speaks up in my defense, You know he hates it when you call him that!

I hate it when...Dillon, puts his nasty ass on my new bean bag, Hannah tells Emily, as if I'm not in the room.

I like it, it reminds me of a big giant green M&M; you know the kind that makes you wanna smush all night! I yell, thrusting my hips in Hannah's precious chair.

Hannah looks at me in disgust, That's why you're still a virgin! You nasty retard!

I glare at Emily, but she just buries her head in her laptop; obviously wanting to avoid my angry stare.

"Come on Emily! Do you have to tell, little Ms. Perfect our business!" I shout annoyed.

Hannah laughs maniacally in my face like some she-devil super villain. There's no reward for the last two geeks that held onto their virginity the longest, she says, wickedly.

Do you have to be such a cruel bitch? I ask Hannah, who just stares at me blankly; clearly unrepentant.

Hannah makes a sad puppy-dog face at me, talking in a condescending tone, Is little Dillbert gonna cry now? Can't take the shameful truth that you'll probably end up a 40 year old virgin?

I could feel my face turning red, and my eyes getting a little misty. I quickly blink it away; no way in hell was I going to give, silver spoon Hannah the satisfaction of knowing she hurt my feelings.

I close my Hypnotism For Dummies book, and stroll towards the door; ready to leave.

There's too much estrogen in here, you girls have a good weekend!

Dillon, wait! Emily says, catching up to me as I step foot into the hallway outside her door room.

Suddenly Emily throws her arms around me and plants a passionate kiss on my lips, even slipping me a little tongue action.

I'm sorry; I shouldn't have said anything to Hannah about our sexual status, don't be mad at me.

I wasn't mad; I was furious that Hannah was cock-blocking my fiendish plans to take advantage of my girlfriend! Suddenly Emily slides her hand down the front of my jeans, stroking my package to life.

Seductively, Emily says, "Don't go; I'll make it up to you and we'll take care of that whole, geeky virgin thing."

I question her in suspicious disbelief, I thought you said you weren't ready?

I guess I was just scared.

Puzzled, I remind her, We've known each other since the 3rd grade; what's to be scared of?

Just then the door across the hall opens up and Ursula, the big fat fag-hag who lives there, lets three of her flaming drag queen friends out. There is something about a man in a dress that is just so wrong...like Woody Allen marrying his step daughter.

Hi Ursula, Emily says.

Ursula might have been a real girl, unlike her strictly-dickly gay friends, but damn was she ugly!

I'm not homophobic but every time I came to visit Emily it seemed like Ursula's queer butt-pirate friends were always hanging around making inappropriate comments about how cute my ass was, and how they'd like to ride me like a pony. Right on cue, the three rump rangers start whispering to each other and staring at me.

If you anal astronauts have something to say to me, let's hear it, I tell the butt munchers loudly.

The tallest pole smoker speaks up, Me and the girls are just wondering when you're gonna leave that little prude, and come get what you really want! I see the way you stare at us; looking like you wanna climb these Brokeback Mountains!

I'm in such a good mood right now that not even you limp wristed cock-jockeys can bring me down, I tell them with a sneer.

The short fat fudge-packer with a moustache straightens his gold lame dress and lisps at me, We're not trying to bring you down daddy...you can be on top if you like!

I hear the one in the middle say, Did you see those tight jeans? I know he wants to play on our team!

They cackle to each other like old women, and sashay down the hall.

Shaking my head in repulsion, I tell Emily, There ought to be a law against that kind of harassment.

Forget them; they're harmless. Listen, Hannah is leaving as soon as we finish studying for our Chemistry final. Then you and I will have the place to ourselves all weekend, Emily informs me with a kiss and her arms draped around my waist.

Sounds good to me!

I've gotta run over to my parents house to get my Organic Chemistry book so we can finish reviewing the last chapter, after that you can have your way with me...Dillbert! she says, laughing.

I kiss Emily, feeling my mood suddenly brighten.

You're not funny. You think you're funny, but you're really not! I inform her.

Emily slaps me on the butt and pushes me back into her dorm room. I'm gonna go grab that book, you two try not to kill each other, okay? she tells me and Hannah, like a momma bird leaving the nest. Hannah rolls her blue eyes in my direction.

Just keep your filthy animal off the furniture, Hannah says with a nasty disdain in her voice.

No problem; I can play nice, I tell Emily cheerfully.

Emily snags her car keys and purse off the counter and rushes out the door.

Hannah grabs her lighter and cigarettes. I'll walk down with you; I need some fresh air anyway.

*****

Hannah strides in through the door smelling like smoke, and plops down in her beloved bean bag chair.

Jesus! Did you smoke the cigarette or eat it? I ask, only half joking.

Shut-up, I'm trying to quit nerd-boy, she barks back at me.

Tapping the front cover of my book, I tell Hannah, Maybe I can help you.

Hypnotism? That's a crock of shit!

There's even a chapter specifically on smoking cessation in my book.

She looks at me like I'm mentally insane. I'm not letting you hypnotize me.

Are you afraid? What do you have to lose?

Hypnotism isn't real. It's one big stage show with bad actors, Hannah says.

I try to convince her, "Studies have shown that it really can help people kick the habit. But if you'd rather play Russian Roulette with your health and you don't mind getting lung cancer, heart attacks, strokes, and cataracts I completely understand. I just thought maybe I could help you out."

I can tell Hannah is mulling it over in her mind; trying to decide one way or the other.

Fine; give it your best shot, super-dork, she tells me. But no funny stuff.

I turn off all the lights in the living room except for a dim table