Sexcerpts

By Storm Stone and Leela Atherton

A compilation of Sexcerpts from two of the top Hardcore Romance writers; Storm Stone and Leela Atherton Eighteen stories, over 80 000 words of steaming sensual Sexcerpts to keep you hot, horny and gasping for more.
What is a Sexcerpt?
Storm Stone: A 'Sexcerpt' is an excerpt from a longer story, containing just the sexy bits. We all do it - skip through the 'boring parts' to get to the smutty bits. Well a sexcerpt does that for you - it takes you straight to the sex scene and, hopefully, will entice you to read the whole story.
Why did you decide to publish 'Sexcerpts’?
Storm Stone: In today's world we just want to read a short, smutty story. Instant gratification. We don't want to invest time in anything more. Not knowing that the more we invest in the full story - the sexual tension, the sexual build up, the agony as well as the ecstasy - the more we may discover and enjoy. Until, one day, we're reading the whole book, every word - for the second time - it's that good.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Storm Stone
• Release date: Sep 28, 2016
• ISBN: 9781370486380

Storm Stone

UPDATE!Now published on the Smashwords Sale at 99c: The penultimate episode of the Going Solo Series, Part 7, Casual Car Entrapment!A special Thank You to: https://www.postermywall.com/ for the gorgeous new covers of my series: Confessions of a Male Porn Star. PosterMyWall offers a fabulous selection of covers at great prices.UPDATE April 2020Dare to Share your Worst Review Ever!Check out my blog post: My Worst Review Ever! on Goodreads. Link: https://www.goodreads.com/author_blog_posts/19685440-storm-stone-shares-her-worst-review-everThanks to Deep Desires Press for contributing the wonderful covers of the Going Solo Series.Hoping Jemma and Damon's tumultuous affair will give you some relief and release during Lock-Down.Stay home, stay safe.Storm StoneSmashwords: AUTHORS GIVE BACK SALE! now underway - Thousands of Deep-Discounted eBooks!Hoping that you, your friends, and your family might find redemptive strength, comfort, and enjoyment from my books.Take care and stay safe.ProfileStorm Stone loves reading and writing what she calls ’Hard-Core Romance’. She lives in the beautiful city of Cape Town, where her and her husband run a non-profit organization.Writing has been a hobby of hers for many years, an escape from the trials of everyday life. Reading created the desire to travel, and she moved to London at the height of the apartheid domination of South Africa.Now, with a more sedate lifestyle, she still sees herself as an ‘old hippy’ who likes to, sometimes, travel over to the wild-side through her reading and writing.Her novel, 'Going Solo', was published in paperback and eBook by Deep Desires Press. .Her current series, 'Confessions of a Male Porn Star', has proved to b a surprising hit, with fans from all over the world following the sexploits of porn star, Johnny Deep. The complete series of all 8 episodes is currently available on Sale at Smashwords.com.Connect with Storm Stone:Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/stormstoneseries/Twitter: https://twitter.com/HardcoreRomanseEmail: [e-mail]: Deep Desires Press, Interview with Storm Stone:https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/serials/id1300411053?i=1000404597976NEW! Check out "My Worst Review Ever!" of Going Solo, published on Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author_blog_posts/19685440-storm-stone-shares-her-worst-review-ever.

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Sexcerpts

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Storm Stone & Leela Atherton

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Copyright © 2015 by Storm Stone and Leela Atherton

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Sexcerpts is an Anthology of sexual fantasies. In real life always practice safe sex.

This book is written for adults only, not intended for anyone under eighteen. All characters in Sexcerpts are over the age of eighteen.

Contents

Confessions of a Male Porn Star: Part 1 – Storm Stone

Passion & Deceit: Book 1 – Leela Atherton

Casual Car Sex: - Storm Stone

TimeShifter: II – Leela Atherton

Passion & Denial: Book II - Leela Atherton

Casual Car Affair: - Storm Stone

Passion & Denial: Book II – Leela Atherton

Confessions of a Male Porn Star: Part II – Storm Stone

Passion & Denial: Book II – Leela Atherton

Casual Car Deception – Storm Stone

Passion & Denial Book II – Leela Atherton

Casual Car Cravings – Storm Stone

Passion & Denial Book II – Leela Atherton

Passion & Denial Book II – Leela Atherton

Casual Car Punishment – Storm Stone

Sensual Shifter – Leela Atherton

Casual Car Dominant – Storm Stone

Jemma’s Blog: Going Solo – Storm Stone

Confessions of a Male Porn Star Part I

Storm Stone

Johnny lit up the cigarette he’d bummed from Max downstairs, taking a deep drag with absolute pleasure. Veronica, his fiancé-cum- manager, was under the impression that he’d given up when they’d first gotten engaged; telling him it was bad for his image, his health and his performance. It may be bad for his health, but he didn’t really believe it was bad for his image, as for his performance, there was nothing he enjoyed more than a smoke after a good fuck – be it on or off screen.

He took a swig from the bottle of beer he was drinking and stared up at the stars. He’d sneaked away from the party downstairs, intent on savouring his beer and illicit cigarette in peace. Veronica was in deep discussion with a journalist who wanted to do an in interview with him so, with a bit of luck, he’d have half an hour to enjoy his smoke and some peace and quiet, before she came looking for him.

A movement at the other end of the balcony caught his eye, he’d thought he was alone up here, but there was a couple talking quietly to each other in the shadows to his left. His gaze skimmed over the blonde’s long legs, the stretchy black dress she was wearing just about covering her tight ass. Her blonde hair hung straight down to the centre of her back. Not bad, he thought to himself, not bad at all. In the old days, before his engagement, he would have been hitting on her in a second, whether she was with someone or not. He couldn’t get a proper look at the guy she was with, her tall, curvaceous body effectively blocking the man from view,

Johnny shrugged, focusing on the cigarette, the rush of nicotine blending perfectly with the beer he was drinking.

The blonde turned around, making her way slowly towards him, leaving her partner behind. The dress she was wearing was low cut, showing off her full, fake breasts, just covering her crotch; not that much different from what most of the girls downstairs at the party were wearing, but her body was definitely above average. And the way she moved, strolling towards him: giving him time to get a good look was like an open invitation; I want you to fuck me, baby, long and hard.

His eyes finally reached her face, he didn’t recognise her, so he presumed she wasn’t in the business. He knew most of the girls in the porn business, either by sight or from working with them. She was a little older than he’d imagined, maybe late twenties, but that only added to the attraction. He’d lost interest in most of the young empty-headed bimbos he had to fuck for a living.

Hi.

Johnny got a good look at her face up close; she reminded him of Scarlett Johanssen, but she had the height to go with the face, his cock twitched. He’d always found sweet Scarlett very fuckable, although he’d never had the pleasure of meeting her.

Hi, he answered, watching her eyes drop to his crotch.

He was used to that, most women who recognised him did that, sometimes he liked it, sometimes he didn’t. His cock didn’t seem to mind.

You’re Johnny Deep, aren’t you?

Yeah. He had a feeling he knew where this was going.

I’ve seen all your movies, her voice was low, sexy, as her gaze drifted back up to his face.

He took a last drag on the cigarette, killing it with his boot, wishing he had another one. So, did you enjoy them?

Oh yes, she moistened her full lips. I’ve had multiple orgasms watching that cock of yours in action, imagining it was me you were fucking.

His nine inch tool twitched and hardened at her complimentary words.

Can I touch it – please? Her eyes were glittering with lust.

I’m sorry lady, he tried to let her down easy. But my fiancé’s downstairs and she’s gonna be looking for me any minute now.

Her hand reached out and stroked his crotch through the soft denim jeans he was wearing, her hot palm cupped his hardening cock and she bent forward, pressing those full lips to his. He pulled back regretfully, she smelled good, she tasted good.

Please Johnny, let me just see it, touch it.

Baby, if my fiancé sees you anywhere near my cock she’ll scratch your eyes out. He breathed, taking a swig of his beer.

I’ll take my chances, you’re worth it.

Within the blink of an eye she was down on her knees, pulling down his zip and springing his hardened prick out of his jeans.

For fuck’s sake -. He could have pushed her away, but he didn’t, his cock was enjoying the attention too much.

Her warm, wet tongue circled the bulging head of his cock, and then she sucked it deeper into that greedy mouth. God, but she was good. No preliminaries, her blonde head moving up and down, her mouth hot and filled with saliva, welcoming his long, thick cock into paradise.

His dick began to throb in anticipation and his hips jerked wanting to get that baby in even deeper. His brain tried to function, but his cock was calling the shots.

He tried one more time. Lady this is not a good idea, she’s gonna come looking for me.

God it’s beautiful, she stared up at him in awe.Even bigger than it looks on screen.

Yeah, they all say that. Almost every woman he’d fucked off-screen said it looked bigger, thicker, better in the flesh. He used to dig that in the beginning - now – it was neither here nor there.

Her mouth was back in action, her hands caressing his balls, gripping the base, her mouth moving deeper, slowly but surely. Besides the professionals, there were few fans that could deep throat him, but she was getting there. He could feel the slick tip of his pulsing cock at the back of her throat. Grabbing the back of her head with his free hand he eased his cock in just a little deeper, knowing from years of practice, just how much of it she could take.

Finally he looked down, knowing that once he started watching it would be; game over. Half the pleasure was in the watching. Her lips were spread wide, his cock was as thick as it was long and saliva was dripping from the corners of her sexy mouth, as her long, almost white, silky hair swung back and forth. He fisted his hand into that silky hair, pulled it tight, lifting her head just a little, so he could look into her eyes while he fucked her mouth.

That’s it baby; take it all, you can do it.

Her slanted, blue eyes were filled with pleasure, adoration; she closed them for a moment and managed to slide the whole baby into her mouth and down her throat. His body sunk into the wall he was leaning against, he’d almost forgotten how good it was to fuck fans, and this one was a class act. She lifted her lids, eyes watering from having his cock so deep down her throat. His hand, fisted in her long hair, moved in unison with his cock, gently pushing her face right up against his pelvis and then pulling out, almost to the tip, keeping up the pace – in out, in out.

Her long fingernails dug into his hips, pushing and pulling. He glanced over at the guy she’d been talking to earlier, a pudgy, balding man, leaning against the wide, stone balcony, watching them intently, smoking a cigarette.

Who’s the dude watching us, baby? he asked, pulling her off his cock, so she could answer.

She let go of it reluctantly, gazing up at him with watery eyes. That’s my husband, he likes to watch. She covered his shiny, wet prick with both hands, squeezing it while sucking and licking the swollen head with avid pleasure.

Johnny shrugged, lots of men loved to watch their wives being fucked by a big cock; and he wasn’t one to complain.

I want to fuck you, she said, staring up at him with pleading, hungry eyes. I need to feel your cock inside my cunt, fucking me hard.

Lady, I told you; wrong time, wrong place. His cock was disagreeing with him, wanting inside, whether it was her mouth or her pussy, which, he was sure was wet and ready for a good, hard fucking

She stood up, still squeezing and stoking him with one hand. Sliding her snaking tongue into his mouth, she licked and sucked with hungry lust on his tongue. Please baby, I really need it, she grabbed his wrist with her free hand and guided it between her legs.

She was naked beneath the tight dress and his fingers slid into her soaking, smooth cunt. She was puffed and streaming, jerking herself against his sliding fingers. Moaning, she lifted one leg and wrapped it round his thigh, spreading that soaking pussy wider as he fingered her lazily, sliding two fingers along that smooth, slick flesh. His thumb found her swollen clit and circled it. She had a delicious cunt, if they’d been in a different place, with more time; he’d have buried his face in that hungry pussy of hers and taken his time licking all that slimy juice, before fucking her hard. But now was not the time.

He slid two fingers into her wide-spread, dripping core and felt her cunt muscles tighten greedily, clamping and sucking them in deeper. Christ, his cock was pumping with a heart-beat of its own, desperate to get in there and feel those tight muscles clamp around it.

Please, Johnny, please, she begged. Give it to me, I need it, I need it bad.

Reluctantly he pulled his fingers out of that streaming hole, ready to take control and push her off of him, put an end to this little interlude. But she immediately took his cock and began rubbing the tip against her slick, swollen clit, moaning and sobbing as she guided his bulbous cock-head down to her core and tried to push it inside.

Fucking hell, woman, you just can’t take no for an answer can you?

Oh God! she cried, lifting herself on her toes and trying to climb onto of his eager cock.

She managed to squeeze the head inside, but his cock was too big and the head slipped out, the underside sliding up between those wet, swollen lips. Smooth flesh rubbing against warm, moist smooth flesh. She kept jerking her hips, her hand gripping his huge pleasure pole and squashing it against her streaming vulva.

He glanced over at her husband, the guy had pulled his cock out of his pants and was stroking it with his fist, his eyes glued to the two of them, listening to his wife moan and beg for it.

Johnny looked down between them, her black dress was scrunched up around her waist, her hand circled round the base of his cock, swollen hard and dripping with juice, she rubbed it against her smooth beautiful cunt. Following his gaze, she let out a long moan at the sight of his monstrous pole, bloated, wet and ready for action.

Johnny was beginning to give in, his cock was in control now and this lady was gonna go crazy if he didn’t fuck her, she was that desperate.

She must have sensed his resignation; dropping her leg to the floor, she grabbed his hand and, holding onto his cock with her other hand, moved backwards towards the grey, stone balustrade, taking him with her.

This is fucking crazy, Johnny said, following her, his eyes fixed on her long legs leading up to those wet, pouting lips, moisture dripping between her thighs.

Fortunately the balcony wasn’t too high, but wide enough for her to sit, or even lay, on. She let go of his straining cock and hopped onto the edge of the balcony, spreading her legs immediately, giving him a good look at her beautiful, cunt, gleaming in the moonlight. It was pink, swollen and streaming with juice. Her clit puffed-up and pouting, he wished he had time to suck on it, but his cock was rock-hard, fully erect, the mouth drooling for action.

He moved in closer and rested the head just above her swollen clit, it was so big that it covered her whole cunt and she moaned, staring at it and jerking her hip against it.

Yes, oh God – I need that beauty inside me now!

He set the bottle of beer down beside her and placed his hands between her legs, spreading them even wider, while she grabbed his cock and guided the head to her hungry opening. She leaned her free hand back on the balcony and lifted her ass just as his hips jerked and he thrust his burning cock hard, all the way in.

She screamed in pleasurable pain, her cunt obviously not used to such a huge penetration. They both watched as his cock stretched her pussy wide and tight. Her cunt muscles gripped his cock like a vice and he began to pump, fast and hard. Johnny felt her come almost immediately, sobbing and groaning.

Oh God, yes – fuck me baby, fuck me hard – oh fuuuuuuck!

His cock was ready to explode, but he held back, grabbing the cleavage of her dress and popping those big fake tits out, squeezing and kneading them while his ass jack-hammered deep into those taut, grasping muscles.

She continued to come; moaning, swearing and sobbing, as he fucked her pussy harder and harder, his cock swelling like a balloon ready to burst. He could have pulled out and come all over that beautiful cunt, but those greedy muscles were gripping on too tight. He stared down at her pussy stretched to its limits by his thick rod, moving in and out, working her hard, turning her inside out, until finally he exploded. Hot jets of cum shooting deep inside her, filling her up as he continued to pump, watching some of his cum ooze out of her, spreading around her spasming hole.

Fill me up baby, she cried. Fill my cunt with your beautiful cum.

Finally, with one last thrust, he collapsed, his cock buried deep inside her, her cunt muscles clutching and convulsing around him.

Johnny turned his head, checking for Veronica; slowly coming down to earth and realising what a crazy risk he’d taken. He eased his semi-hard, motherfucker of a cock out of her, all shiny and satisfied, droplets of come still drooling from its mouth. He rubbed the cum over her swollen clit, enjoying the sight, as her body trembled and she moaned the loss of that huge tool. Creamy semen was dribbling out of her and she used her fingers to smear it around her pussy, her core still spasming with the aftermath of her orgasm. Some of his cum ran down between her legs, dripping onto the stone balcony.

God, she choked. I can see why they call you Sir Cumalot, I’ve never been so filled up with spunk in my life.

He wiped his cock on her long, tanned leg, before tucking the bugger back inside jeans. She laid there, legs spread, fingering herself, smoothing the cream in and around her cunt, her lush body still trembling and convulsing, slick with sweat.

Lady, I gotta get going, Veronica’s gonna be here any minute. He ran his fingers through his hair, smelling sex all over him, shit. Straightening his shirt he wondered if she was going to just sit there, waiting for the next cock to come along. Then he remembered the husband, standing at the other end of the balcony, waiting patiently for her.

Do you do home visits? She asked, still breathless.

No, he shook his head, resigned. Not since I got engaged.

Shit, I would have loved you for my thirtieth birthday next month. Can I give you my husband’s card? Finally, she lifted herself off the balcony, pulling her dress from her waist to her crotch.

Johnny breathed a sigh of relief, although he could still see the tops of her thighs, shining with cum and pussy juice.

Maybe you can sneak round; my husband can be very generous.

The thought of fucking her again, plus the extra cash was a real temptation, but he couldn’t risk it.

Sorry baby, no can do. he shrugged.

Just take the card, you never know. She sauntered over to her husband, semen dribbling down the back of her legs.

Here you go. On her return, she handed him the card her husband had given her, eyes glittering with excited lust.

He looked at it, it had a name, and phone number printed on it and a date scrawled in pen.

My rates are high, he told her.

She smiled. I’ve got a wonderful husband, he loves pleasing me. He’s my soul-mate, she laughed, sexy as hell. Maybe not my fuck-mate, but definitely my soul-mate.

Johnny gazed at her; her eyes were glazed, drugged with the aftermath of carnal pleasure, probably ready to be worked over by her husband now.

She sounded serious about the soul-mate stuff. Was Veronica his soul-mate? He burst out laughing and she joined him

"Baby, I gotta go, my soul-mate must be looking for me."

Sexcerpt from Passion & Deceit Book 1

Leela Atherton

Heat invaded her body at his words. Oh Raj, why are you doing this?

"You ask me that? He drained the second whisky and walked towards her, his beautiful face a tight mask of discontent. If you don’t want me, just say so Maya, don’t make excuses."

He was standing right in front of her now, his eyes flat and unreadable, and Maya felt her skin prickle. He looked so disconnected, so detached.

In one of those sudden movements he slid her jacket off, grabbing her wrists and securing them tightly behind her back, dragging her body up into the heat of his. Why didn’t you tell me Sanjay was gay?

She stared at him in shock, suddenly hot and out of breath, what was this about? Because it wasn’t my secret to tell!

You’re lying. He freed his one hand, gripping both her wrists painfully in the other, and ran his fingers slowly down from her throat to her heaving breast, gazing at her with a detached curiosity, like an insect under a microscope.

Why didn’t you tell me he was gay? That last night in London, after we made love, you could have told me? But you chose not to. He pressed her wrists into her lower back and Maya felt the heated bulge of his erection low against her stomach; the pain in her wrists mingling with the lust suddenly drenching through her.

His breath was warm against her cheek and she turned her head searching for his mouth with hers.

Rajiv’s hand gripped her jaw, brushing his mouth lightly against hers, forcing her moan of frustration. His eyes were still hard and angry, but she didn’t care. Heat was flooding her body and knowing that he wanted it too, wiped all thoughts from her mind.

His kiss, when it finally came was far from tender, his lips bruising hers, the stubble of his beard scraping against her tender skin, but she didn’t care, even when his fingers fisted into her hair, pulling her head back painfully, Maya ached for him. She would have fallen to the floor if she wasn’t leaning into him; she was that weak with desire. He ground his hips against hers and she felt moisture pool between her thighs.

I know why you lied to me, he was breathing heavily, but his eyes were still dead cold. "You knew I would leave you alone as long as I believed Sanjay was in love with you. It was easier for you."

Her face flushed with guilt as she realized what he was saying was partly true.

You left me in torment, wanting you and hating myself for it. Thinking my brother was in love with you and I was betraying him, and all because it was easier for you to get rid of me!

No, she lied desperately. I told you, I promised Jay I would keep his secret, I couldn’t tell you! His erection rubbing against her sensitized mound was driving her mad.

Don’t lie to me, he growled, forcing her wrists down against her backside, her shoulders pulled back hard, her body arched into his. As he continued to grind himself against her, Maya felt the heat building between her legs, groaning as the first wave of orgasm -.

Oh no you don’t, he pulled back and she released a sobbing moan. Not until you admit the truth. You don’t come until I say you can.

Her body aching and confused, she tried to reason with him. Rajiv, I told you it was not up to me -.

Liar! He let go of her so abruptly that Maya stumbled backwards, only the back of the sofa prevented her from falling flat on her ass.

She grabbed onto the soft leather, her head hanging lose as she dragged air into her pumping lungs.

Let’s continue this in the bedroom. He walked back to the drinks cabinet, cool and calm, but Maya noticed his hand trembling, as he poured the whisky into the glass. Come, she watched him walk down the passage and disappear into the bedroom.

Her heart pounding, her body moist with sweat and arousal, Maya did not know what to do. This was a side of Rajiv she had never seen before, yet it didn’t really surprise her... A part of her had always known there was a darker side to him – a sensual, dark side.

She stared around her, in a haze of lust. She could grab her bag and leave, he was not stopping her, but her body was weak with desire, weak with longing to follow him into that bedroom and allow him to finish off what he had started. The fact that he had been hard and ready for her, pulled her slowly towards the bedroom...

He was sitting in the armchair in the corner, sipping his drink, his shirt unbuttoned, exposing a dark brown strip of muscled torso.

I thought you were going to do a runner. The ankle of one long leg resting on his bended knee, he took a sip of his drink, gazing at her from above the rim of the glass. Take off your clothes.

No, even though her panties were soaked through, her body throbbing for him, they needed to clear the air first. We need to talk –.

Then I’ll do it for you. He stood up in one lithe move, dropping the empty glass onto the floor with a thud, and moving like a feline predator towards her.

No, please Rajiv . . . She backed away, until her legs hit the side of the bed.

You should have left when you had the chance, Maya. There was regret in his voice, regret and a sensual resignation. He stood right in front of her almost touching her, his hard eyes holding hers like a trapped animal. Transfixed by his pitiless gaze, she felt rather than saw his hands move to the waistband of her jeans, yanking them open and unzipping them in one jerking move.

She was tempted to push him away, but ,besides him being much stronger than her, she wanted to see how far he would go with this – and she didn’t have long to wait. He crouched down and dragged her jeans and underwear down to her ankles, leaving her crotch naked and exposed within inches of his face. She was desperate to cover her sex with her hands, but clenched her fists to stop herself.

Beautiful, he breathed in deep and then blew out softly. Maya almost collapsed at the sensation of his warm breath caressing her throbbing flesh. I can smell your need. He breathed in again, closing his eyes.

Only Maya’s fisted hands and some last grains of self-respect prevented her from grabbing his hair and pressing his face against her pulsing sex. There was something deeply erotic about being so exposed from the waist down, while she was fully covered above; and below her knees. She reached out to stroke his hair and his fingers circled her wrist in a bruising grip.

No, you don’t get to touch me. He was kneeling in front of her