A CASE OF MISTAKEN IDENTITY
Warning: Strong explicit sexual language, bdsm, menage
Blurb: A story of double deception:
At the request of his father, Jonathan Wetherall the Third agrees to meet his childhood nemesis for a week of fun and relaxation. He arrives at the airport expecting a red-headed, blue-eyed pain in the neck. Instead he finds an attractive overly sexy woman doing a bad job of impersonating her roommate.
Determined to show her a thing or two, Jonathan pretends to be a stranger, calling himself Flynt Adams, a cowboy from
While waiting to meet the skinny nerd described by her roommate, Myrna Dunbar is approached by a blond jock dressed like a cowboy motorcycle bum. Convinced that Jonathan has decided to stand up her roommate, she must now decide whether to accept this stranger’s offer of fun and adventure or return to her lonely, unexciting life.
Hot Sex with a Stranger is a coming of age story that leaves very little, if anything, to the imagination as it explores the world of bondage, submission and everything in between.
Myrna pressed her hand to her mouth stifling any sound that might escape and give her away. She’d become a voyeur, she mused. Yet realizing this did not have her pull away, or shutting the door. Instead she watched as Adrienne manipulated Art’s cock, and again, wondered…could she? Would she dare?
This certainly was not the Adrienne who taught Myrna how to throw a curve ball when they played on the high school softball team.
This certainly was not the Adrienne who baked gingerbread cookies for the holidays. Only last Christmas they put together a gingerbread house, and donated it to a local women’s shelter.
Some irrational fear curled inside Myrna forcing the realization that although at times she suspected this side of Adrienne she now had to accept the fact Adrienne allowed men these certain liberties.
She stared as Adrienne put her palms on Art’s muscled thighs, then brought her lips to the tip of his cock. Art sighed, entangling his fingertips into her roommate’s hair while inch by inch his cock disappeared into Adrienne’s mouth.
Myrna stared as Adrienne’s fingertips ran along the silky skin of his balls, sliding her fingertips behind.
“Ahhh, don’t stop!” Art begged.
Adrienne sucked, and swallowed, and taunted him with her tongue.
Myrna could only stare, and wonder as questions queued up inside her mind. What did it feel like? How did it taste? It looked as if Adrienne was truly enjoying what she was doing to this man who was obviously in the throes of sheer ecstasy.
A fucking blow job, Myrna’s mind cried. Her roommate was good at giving fucking blow jobs. Who knew? Could they ever again share the task of making a gingerbread house?
Sudden envy filled Myrna at the sight of Art in such rapture as Adrienne fiercely worked her mouth along the length of him. Myrna couldn’t help feel these two people had truly become one—putting sex in motion, with Adrienne in control.
When was the last time Myrna controlled any situation? The thought set off a spark of anger somewhere inside.
Moments later Art gently pushed Adrienne down to the soft carpet and spread her thighs a part. A gasp escaped Adrienne’s lips then cried out, “Fuck me! Fuck me hard!”
Myrna let out a sharp gasp, not remembering if Adrienne had ever said that word that loud in her presence. Hearing it now under these circumstances ignited a strange wondrous heat that Myrna knew was not going to dissipate soon. She could almost smell her roommate’s sweet wet cunt. She focused on Art’s ‘manhood’ hard and erect demonstrating to the world it was indeed ready to do its work.
He lowered himself and Myrna watched the tight lean butt of perfection while her roommate disappeared from view.
She watched the gorgeous undulating butt.
She watched as he entered Adrienne’s pussy.
Watched as heated flesh undulated against heated flesh.
Watched as Art hungrily sought out Adrienne’s lustful wantonness, caring nothing about consequences except to fully satisfy his need.
Myrna didn’t think it got any simpler.
No love involved here she decided.
No emotions that confused their ultimate goal.
Nothing erroneously elevating this act to anything more than what it was—the pursuit of sheer sexual pleasure and gratification.
It left Myrna disoriented. Left her wondering if she could ever play out a similar role. Or would propriety and moral conscience deny her the pleasure? Although she suddenly felt she might survive the guilt inherent in such acts, and learn to live with any regret later if she ever traveled this road.
Myrna knew from the erotic adventures depicted in those erotic novels Adrienne kept in her room that she could not picture herself performing any of these depraved act. Never.
Not Myrna Dunbar, safe never sorry Myrna Dunbar.
Nonetheless, blood pounded inside her head and made her realize she could not deny that she enjoyed watching these two explore, brazenly act out every part of whatever fantasy they had chosen to play out.
Muscles rippled beneath Art’s firm taut skin as he straddled Adrienne, stretched his limbered torso across her naked form and took control.
The sight of Adrienne’s submission caused Myrna’s pussy to become wet and wanting and imaged him taking that same control of her.