20 Aug '13

Sex Scene Championship Round 20 : Samantha Ann King Vs SA Price

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Excerpt One 
Samantha Ann King: Sharing Hailey

Hailey released the button of her jeans. “Of course, we could wait if you want.”

She slid the zipper down, giving them a peek of her blue silk bikini panties. If they knew how wet she was, what would they do? She slid her hand underneath the thin fabric and rubbed the tip of her middle finger around her labia, then dipped it inside her soaked vagina. Her eyes drifted closed, and she bit her bottom lip as the heaviness in her sex grew.

She could come like this…with them watching. Her finger wasn’t long enough to touch her G-spot, wasn’t thick enough to fill her. But the heel of her hand rubbed her clit. And she had their undivided attention. Even with her eyes closed, she could feel their rapt gazes.

She widened her knees and rocked her hips against her hand. Her toes dug into the rug. She cupped her breast then rolled the nipple between her thumb and forefinger, sending bolts of pleasure to her cunt. So close she was panting, she only heard her heartbeat, her breathing. Only felt the pleasure coiling in her core.

The orgasm crashed over her, pitching her forward, forcing her to abandon her breast and catch herself as her sex clamped around and against the hand she’d used to masturbate. As the strength of the contractions eased, an embarrassed flush crept over her body.

What had she just done?

“Babe,” Mark said, his voice strained. “Look at Tony.”

Why she was so embarrassed? Good God, she’d had sex with both of these men at the same time, been sandwiched between them as they kissed, sucked and licked every inch of her body.

Mark worked his hand between her chin and her neck, giving her no choice but to lift her head. She sat back on her heels.

“Look at what you’ve done to Tony.”

She peered across the room through half-closed eyelids. Tony sat in the chair, a leg draped across the arm. He’d unbuttoned his shirt, so the shadows caressed the dips and mounds of his chest and abdomen. The fingers of one hand were splayed across his heart. His jeans were open, his white boxer briefs bunched down below his smooth balls. He fisted his cock, and as she watched, he stroked and thrust his hips forward. His head had fallen back. His eyes were closed, but his expression was ecstasy.

“Tony,” she croaked through dry lips.

He cracked his eyelids.

“Come here.”

He stood and pushed down his jeans and boxers, then stepped out of them and strode toward her and Mark. He knelt beside her, knees spread, his rigid cock jutting toward her, his shirt hanging open, the tail caressing his thighs.

“I’ll get the lube,” Mark said as he eased away from her. “While I’m gone, I want you to think about me fucking your ass.”

Her anus contracted at the graphic words. A milky white bead of semen leaked out of Tony’s penis.



Excerpt Two
Stella and Audra Price : Giving Up The Ghost
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The elevator dinged, and the doors opened, and she walked in, thankful she was the only one getting into the car. Squirming because your body was in need wasn’t something she wanted to explain to an elderly couple or creepy guy on his own.
When the doors shut she turned around and realized she wasn’t alone, and that fate had chosen for her. Rhys was standing just inside the doors as the lift operated, and walked closer to her as she pushed herself against the far wall. He smiled at her, a cocky, ‘you know your going to get it’ kind of smile and cocked his head.
“I believe we have a little unfinished business…”
“And your just going to take care of it right here are you?” she asked with faked bravado. Having him this close, her body screamed to let him sate it. Gods this really was a bad idea…
He was in front of her in seconds. “Partially. The little dance? Hot as fuck but that little taste of you isn’t enough, so let’s quit the shit, ok? You’re going to get fucked, and hard, but first…”
Rhys went to his knees in front of her and pushed her legs apart, lifting her right leg and slung it over his shoulder. She looked down at him, trembling, the adrenaline putting her to a total high at the thought of him doing this in an elevator, where she knew there were cameras, and it could stop at any floor. It didn’t seem to matter to him.
He was singular in his purpose, and growled as he looked at her and then moved in, his lips touching the swollen and needy flesh between her thighs, his tongue slipping between her folds, lapping at the cream left from their first little playtime. She shuddered, moaned, and then dug her hands into his hair as he set to work on her, his tongue sliding, his lips caressing, sucking. She threw her head back, moaned and closed her eyes, feeling him concentrate on her clit, sucking with just enough pressure, and then slipping his tongue down the lap at her entrance. She was on the edge, just this side of skittering over, and it was maddening.
It was only after he added two fingers to the mix, slipped them inside and hooked them as he sucked perfectly on her clit that she shattered, her back bowing, her scream a guttural cry, her fingers pulling at his hair. Explosive wasn’t the word for what he just did to her, and her sheath milked his fingers, wishing it were something else. Hell she wished it was something else.
She panted, licked her lips, and whispered his name, and he was there, kissing her, letting her taste herself on his lips. So fucking hot, she thought and deepened the kiss, his fingers still inside her, petting her.

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