Bernsie's Beauty

By Selbryth Lannigan

A beautiful college coed lets things get out of hand in a massage clinic. She falls from grace but finds there is someone there to catch her.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Selbryth Lannigan
• Release date: Mar 6, 2018
• ISBN: 9781370244164

Selbryth Lannigan

I've been writing fiction since the mid 1980s, both short and long works, and turned to erotic fiction at around the same time. I have published on the Literotica site under the singular name Selbryth and have also sold hundreds of short 'anonymous' pieces to the pulp erotic publications of the time: Letters Magazine and Hustler's Busty Beauties being just two. Focusing on sexuality beyond what some would consider the 'norm', my characters include t-girls (trannies, kathoey, newhalf, shemales, ladyboys) cross-dressers, sissified and transformed males, gays and lesbians, who engage in a variety of fetishes, kinks and sexy hijinks.Though explicitly described, the stories themselves offer an inner dialog which most times borders on the romantic. There is no death, very little violence and hopefully the reader is left feeling good.

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Copyright 2018 by Selbryth Lannigan

All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the publisher except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

Printed in the United States of America

First Printing, 2018

Disclaimer

This is a work of fiction and is intended for mature audiences (18+). All characters and other entities appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, dead or alive, or other real-life entities, past or present, is purely coincidental.

Bernsie's Beauty

Bernsie's Beauty

Martha had no idea why she was doing what she was doing but she couldn't seem to make herself stop. The thrill of it, the absolute excitement kept her breath held deep in her lungs between short gasps and soft exhalations.

It had started off as a simple massage. It was what she did now, just to make some extra money. She'd done three this very day but this one - this one was different.

I'm going to get fired, was all she could think about but she couldn't stop herself, couldn't make her hands stop sliding up and down and up the man's thick, semi-hard cock. It was glistening with the thick oil she'd poured on it and it felt so slick and warm and alive in her hands. Up and down and up and down.

Slowly, sensuously.

I want to see what happens. I want to see it come out, to shoot up and out and ooze back down over everything.

She forced her eyes from the thing she was doing, the thing that would lose her her job, and glanced over at the man. He was in his 60s perhaps, balding and with a flabby body covered with hair. Not attractive at all, but somehow, in some weird way, adorable. He hadn't asked her to do this to him but when she'd found herself reaching in under his towel and taking hold of his soft, wrinkled organ, the surprise on his face had quickly turned soft and warm.

'You don't have to,' he'd whispered. 'You really shouldn't.' But his words had only made her want to go further.

Then further.

But after another ten minutes of hearing the excited exertions of the masseuse, the man sat up and gently took hold of the girl's hands to make her stop. When she looked up, he smiled at her.

'It's...no use, you know.' he whispered, pushing her oily hands back. She had lovely hands, small and very pretty. It matched the rest of what he could see, her gray smock and jeans hiding the rest. She took a deep breath and sighed, and the blank, almost mesmerized expression in her eyes faded as she seemed to return to the present. 'I have...a problem with this sort of thing.' he said. 'It's not you, it's...on my side;