Lizbeth's Golden Apples

By Sybil Rush

Lizbeth, a beautiful blonde and a world-class runner, enters a reality-show race to try to win money to save her man's failing construction business. If she finds all three golden apples and carries them to the finish line before being caught, she’ll bring home the $100,000 prize. But if she loses, she risks being gang-banged by the fit, sexy men who are pursuing her. Lizbeth can run faster than almost any man. If she stays focused, she knows she’ll win, but her own desires may betray her.

• Language: English
• Publisher: House of Erotica
• Release date: Mar 4, 2015
• ISBN: 9781785380082

Book preview

1988.

Chapter 1

The Proposition

Lizbeth handed Michael a glass of champagne.

What the hell do we have to celebrate? he said. He pointed the remote at the TV, clicked, and clicked again. Every channel showed commercials.

She clinked her glass against his. Maybe I just want to celebrate because I love you so much.

She sat on the arm of his chair and placed her feet, one at a time, in their red spike heels, in his lap. She steadied herself with one hand on his shoulder and sipped from her glass.

Michael accepted his glass without looking up. He held his bandaged right hand close to his chest, protecting it. She blinked so he wouldn’t see the tears in her eyes. She knew it was killing him not to be able to work. She only hoped she could make him understand that she’d found a solution to their problems.

He clicked the remote again, and the TV went black. For the first time since she’d come into the living room, he looked up at her. Not that you don’t look fantastic, he said, because you do. But why are you dressed up like that? He pulled down the lace edge of her black push-up bra so her nipple peeked over the top.

Felt like it, she said. She arched her back and leaned forward, so that her breasts almost brushed his cheek. She was wearing his favorite perfume, the one that smelled like spices and vanilla. His face softened as he breathed it in.

With his left hand, the uninjured one, Michael reached between her legs and stroked the inside of her thigh. He rested his head against her chest and his shoulders relaxed. I’m sorry baby. I’ve been so down about the business. How long is this fucking hand going to take to heal? He held his right hand up, a fat white club in its bandage.

Does it hurt really bad? she asked.

Nah. Not too bad.

Lizbeth knew he was lying. What did the doctor say this afternoon?

I won’t be able to work for at least another three weeks, maybe longer. It sucks, because I got three calls for new jobs this afternoon. If I don’t pay someone else to do the work, I’m going to lose all my contracts, and I don’t have enough savings to pay someone. You’ve been great about helping out, but your salary’s not enough. Besides, I feel like shit spending your money. I made an appointment with the bank to ask for a bigger loan, but I don’t think they’re going to give it to me.

Michael. She took his chin in her hand and lifted his face so that he was looking into her eyes. That’s why we’re celebrating. I’ve got some good news. Lizbeth took a deep breath and held it, steeling herself. Do you know the show the Triple X Games?

I’ve heard of it.

She rushed to spit out the rest of the words before he could stop her. Well, I sent in an application, and they want me to be a contestant. First prize is $100,000. That’s enough to keep your construction business going until your hand heals. You won’t have to take out a bigger loan. It’s a great opportunity.

The Triple X Games? You’ve got to be kidding.

Have you seen it?

Michael pushed her feet out of his lap and stood up. No, I haven’t seen it. Tickets cost a fortune. Anyway, I don’t have to see it. I know what it is. Women go on that show and let a bunch of men fuck them. He turned to face her, his face red and his good hand clenched into a fist. A gangbang in front of a whole stadium! Is that what you want?

Lizbeth slid off the arm of the chair, onto the seat. She folded her arms over her breasts. No, babe, of course I don’t want that. But that’s not going to happen. You haven’t watched the show, but I have. My friend’s husband got hold of a bootleg copy and she showed it to me. It’s a contest of speed and agility - a race. There’s a 2 mile course, and the woman contestant gets a five minute lead on the men. You know what a good runner I am. My personal best 5K time is sub 17 minutes. Hardly any men can beat that. Plus, I’ll get a five minute head start.

Lizbeth could see Michael relaxing a little. She reached out, grabbed him by the belt loops, and pulled him toward her. There’s not going to be any gangbang, see? I can’t lose. She opened her legs and pulled him against her, until face was pressed into his abs. His hard thighs crushed her breasts.

What the hell? She thought. He’s hard. She slowly unbuckled his belt, and unzipped his jeans. His cock leaped out, rigid, as she pulled down his waistband. That was fast, she thought. He’s like an iron rod already.

She touched her lips to the underside of Michael’s penis, letting her warm breath flow over it, drinking in his clean scent. She felt him looking down at her, so she splayed her feet, in their shiny red heels, further out to the sides. Then she leaned forward, arching her back and sticking her butt out. She knew how much he loved her ass. She squirmed a little, and he pressed his erection toward her face.

She took just the head of his penis into her mouth, let it rest on her tongue, and looked up. Michael’s face was soft, his mouth open a little. Just the reaction she wanted. Lizbeth felt a rush of heat, watching him look at her like that, and she pressed her clit down against the chair seat. Then she slowly began to move her mouth. She popped just the head of his penis in and out of her lips at first, letting her mouth get it wetter. Then she wrapped both hands around the base and stroked her tongue across the sensitive spot just below the tip.

Michael’s left hand on her shoulder gripped harder. He slipped one bra