Laura's Wedding Bundle - three filthy quickies
Three inter-linked tales from the sizzling hot Filthy Quickies series. Mike gives his future mother-in-law a spanking, Laura has sex with her step-father and Laura's mother and step-father slip away from the wedding reception to have some fun with a riding crop. These short stories total roughly 9,300 words and are not intended for readers under the age of eighteen. More
Three inter-linked tales from the sizzling hot Filthy Quickies series, centred around Laura and Mike's wedding.
Spanking My Mother-In-Law - Mike's getting married, but his fiancee's mother doesn't approve. The morning of his wedding, she comes to clear the air and ends up getting the spanking she's always wanted. He might not like her, but Mike's very happy to punish her for her bad behaviour. Let's just hope Laura doesn't find out.
Step-Father Of The Bride - Laura's had a crush on her step-father since she was a teenager. When her fiance and her mother have a fight the night before the wedding, it's step-father Pete who comforts her. A shoulder to cry on soon becomes a naked body and Laura does something that could ruin two marriages.
Whipping My Wife - Pete's been a bad, bad husband - he slept with his step-daughter. His sexpot wife doesn't know, but he wants to make things better between them. Maybe if he buys a whip...
Contains explicit sex, MF, spanking, whipping, cunnilingus, anal play and insertion of foreign objects.
These short stories total roughly 9,300 words and are not intended for readers under the age of eighteen.
She hitched up her skirt and sat on the bed, crossing her legs and giving me a glimpse of thigh. Sometimes, less is definitely more. The look on her face told me she knew exactly what she was doing to me. After taking a moment to admire the view, I went to the closet, my hands shaking with last-minute nerves. She’d like it. I was sure she’d love it. But a sliver of doubt kept trying to creep in.
“Come on, where’s my present?”
I found the brown paper package. It didn’t look much wrapped up like that, but it didn’t feel right to go with ribbons and bows. I brought it out and gave it to her. Holding it in her hand, she looked at me with a puzzled expression. Then she ripped open the paper and an enormous smile spread across her face.
“A whip? Jesus, Pete. Where did you find that?” She flexed the leather-covered pole between her hands.
I watched her take an experimental swipe through the air. The crop made a satisfying whoosh and her smile grew larger. Holding the crop by the spanking end, she offered me the handle. God I love that woman. She might do her share of nagging and complaining, but once that bedroom door closes, I get to do whatever I want.
I took the crop and trailed it across her collarbone. She tossed her hair back over her shoulder and looked at me, silently begging me to start something.