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A compilation of four hot new Emily Cantore erotic stories.

Good Cop

A spur of the moment crime and barely legal teenager Emma is hauled off to the local jail by Paul, a hulking cop who is as cold as ice. When she decides to start moaning in fake pleasure, she quickly finds how bad a good cop can be …

Fire Man

The fire started in the kitchen while Lucy was in the bath distracted with some naughty thoughts. Her neighbor Sam comes to the rescue, playing the fireman and saving then house from burning down. Lucy is dripping wet and wrapped in a towel. Sam is tall and gorgeous with a slow Southern drawl. It’s about to get very hot in the kitchen again …

The Actor

Ella has a favorite video clip of a girl being dominated whilst wearing a blindfold. She meets Lucas online. He’s an actor and willing to play out any role …

Oiled Down

Eilse is looking for something to spice up her sex life with her husband John. Her secret lover Kathy suggests a sexy webcam show with Kathy on the other end might work. It’s hotter than any of them imagined and then Kathy decides a picnic is the perfect place to take it further …

EXCERPT:

From Good Cop:

I walked back into the cell as he slid the door shut behind me, locking me away once again. It was getting late into the evening and I could hear much of the other police staff leaving for the night. There must have been someone else on duty at the main desk, but whoever it was didn’t seem to come into the cell room very often. It was just me and officer killjoy in the corner. I saw on his name ID badge that his name was Paul. Being an ADHD-riddled teenager, the thought of having nothing to do was like mental torture. I tried to go to sleep but the noise of his pen scratching away at his paper work was driving me to distraction. I huffed and puffed, and tried making annoying sounds again to entertain myself, but the time just dragged on. Then an idea popped into my head. With the staff mostly gone, escaping would probably be a lot easier. The locks on the doors were mostly to get inside the building, not outside. All I would have to do was get out of the cell, and I would be free. I knew I wouldn’t get far, and that I would face even greater penalties when they eventually caught me, but such was my state of mind at the time. I would rather get into more trouble than suffer the silence of boredom for one night. I lay back on the bed, making sure to check for stains or other weird marks on the sheets. It seemed clean enough, though, so I proceeded with my supposedly genius, evil plan. I spread my legs open and lowered my hand down to my crotch as I propped myself up on one elbow.
“Mmmm…” I moaned loudly to catch his attention, “This feels good!”
He looked over and snorted, and then returned to his boring paper work. I persisted, and started to run my fingers delicately over my crotch, touching my clitoris through my pants. He still didn’t take any notice, so I began to make erotic groaning noises, as if I was being pleasured by some Adonis behind his back. He finally relented and turned to face me, watching as I played with myself. I slid my hand down the front of my pants and rubbed my pussy through my sexy pink thong, leaving an imprint from my hand on the grey material. The thing is, as I nudged and prodded my clit, I actually started to enjoy myself. I could feel my pussy growing wetter as a flood of moisture formed around my labia. This burst of excitement must have made the seduction all the more convincing. It seemed to have worked, as he rose to his feet and made his way over to the cell. He took out his black policeman’s baton and rolled it across the metal bars, making a loud clanging sound.

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Delilah’s plan worked a little too well…

She thought a low-level job in the records department of the Stone-Black Corporation would allow her to uncover wrong-doings she could show to the world to take the company down. But after only three days she’s suddenly promoted to work as executive assistant to Jackson Stone, mercurial billionaire CEO and number #1 on her list of bastards who deserve a slap in the face.

He has a temper.

He has a secret.

He is absolutely gorgeous.

When he punishes her for snooping around his office, she realizes she may be in over her head.

EXCERPT:

“I’ve been what?”
I adjusted my glasses and tried to swallow but my throat had gone dry.
“Promoted to executive assistant. Take your things, these papers and go to the top floor,” Ms. Green, the HR manager, said in a cold voice.
I tried to find my voice but only a croak came out and I felt myself break out in the sweat.
“I’d hurry if I were you. Mr. Stone doesn’t like to be kept waiting,” she said, not looking up from her computer screen.
“But I’m meant to be working as a records clerk,” I protested. I’d only been at Stone-Black for three days and I’d already been promoted?
“And now you’re an executive assistant. Take these with you. Good luck with your short-term career.” She handed me an elevator fob and waved her hand at a stack of papers.
I picked up the papers and headed in the general direction of the elevator, trying to work out whether I should just walk out the front door. And what did she mean by “short-term career”?
Executive Assistant to Mr. Jackson Stone. The CEO of Stone-Black and reputed to be a mercurial tyrant who hired and fired people on a whim. I’d only seen his picture on the web – various charity balls, meetings with government officials – and what could I say? The man was hot. Tall with blond hair and blue-green eyes, he was a billionaire to boot. In every photo he seemed to be wearing a scowl as though there was a volcano inside him, barely held in check.
I got halfway to the elevator before I decided to bail on my plan. The Stone-Black corporation had practically destroyed my home-town of Bedford and then gotten away with it via various sneaky legal maneuvers. I thought being hired in the records department was the perfect way to discover something that could topple the whole business. I knew it had been too perfect to get that job and after only three days I had been “promoted” to executive assistant.
I turned abruptly and crashed directly into a man who’d been striding behind me. I dropped the papers to the ground, along with my bag. Bits and pieces went everywhere.
“Oh, I’m sorry,” I stammered, trying to pick up all the papers at once from the floor.
A red-leather briefcase came down next to my handbag and its contents strewn across the floor. The man scooped up the contents and put them back into the bag as I gathered the papers.
“Ms. Neri?”
I swallowed again and croaked something that could possibly have been yes as I followed the line of an Italian suit up to two blue-green eyes.
Jackson Stone. CEO of Stone-Black. Holding my Wal-Mart bag in one hand and a tiny bright red bullet vibrator in the other.
My tiny bright red bullet vibrator. The one hidden down the very bottom of my bag in a separate compartment.
He held my gaze for a moment before dropping the vibrator into the bag and then holding out his palm to me.
I held out my hand and he pulled me to my feet. The website images didn’t do him justice. He was tall but broad too and I could feel the strength of his hand on mine.
“Jackson Stone,” he said and then frowned at me. “Weren’t you meant to be coming upstairs to serve as my executive assistant?”
The way he said serve sent a shiver through my body. The man cut an impeccable figure in his classic dark Italian suit and white shirt. Almost enough to make me forget why I was here. But not quite. I changed my mind about leaving even though I felt my heart thud at the idea of working so closely with him.
“Delilah Neri.” At least my voice had come back.
He turned our hands clasping into a handshake and looked me up and down. Between my Wal-Mart bag, Kmart skirt, shoes and shirt and red hair-tie that was struggling to hold my chestnut hair back I can imagine how I must have looked: like everything I owned was worth less than his briefcase.
“Delilah Neri, Sir.”
“Oh, right,” I stammered, feeling my fragile resolve leaking away.
He stood, holding my hand and staring directly into my eyes. Waiting.
I took my hand back and smoothed my skirt down.
“Delilah Neri, Sir.”
He handed me back my bag, picked up his briefcase from the floor and then took the top piece of paper from the mixed-up pile I held in my hand.
“These are the handouts going to my investors. You need to put them back in order and then join me on the top floor before we go to the boardroom.”
He put the paper back and I glanced down at it. It was numbered page thirteen of eighteen and had a name printed across the top: Javier Toro.
“The meeting is in twenty minutes. Don’t be late.”
With that he strode past me and I knelt down to retrieve the rest of the papers. I gathered the last few and turned around to find Mr. Stone standing behind me. He grabbed my wrist and drew me close to him.
“In that room, you represent me. You do not want to let me down.”
He let me go and walked away, this time entering the elevator. I stood there, my heart thumping as he turned around and looked at me before the doors closed. I could still feel his fingers on my wrist, could still smell him – a mixture of soap and masculine scent.
“Don’t make him wait,” Ms. Green said from her desk.
I rushed over to an empty desk and dropped the papers on it before bolting off to the ladies room. The door closed behind me and I grabbed onto a cool ceramic basin, trying to calm myself.
Fuck him.
The thought ran across my mind with every meaning attached. I’d been face-to-face with the CEO of Stone-Black and the urge to slap him in the face for all his company had done was strong. But so was my next thought – to slap him in the face while he pushed me down on a bed. To have him hold down my hands while I struggled. To have him push my legs apart and fuck me.
“Fuck,” I muttered and turned on the cold water to wash my hands to try to cool myself down. Was I really going to go through with this? My low-level job in the records department was meant to get me something to hurt Stone-Black. I’d hoped for something to embarrass them at least or something bigger to really make them sting. Now I was going to be executive assistant to the Jackson Stone, the CEO whose face and story I’d studied a hundred times. A man I thought I truly hated. And now that I’d seen him in the flesh, a part of me wanted him.
“Don’t forget why you’re here,” I told myself in the mirror and adjusted my hair.
I took deep breaths as I headed out to collect and sort the papers.
I can do this.

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The fire started in the kitchen while Lucy was in the bath distracted with some naughty thoughts. Her neighbor Sam comes to the rescue, playing the fireman and saving then house from burning down. Lucy is dripping wet and wrapped in a towel. Sam is tall and gorgeous with a slow Southern drawl. It’s about to get very hot in the kitchen again …

EXCERPT:

He kissed me, and boy did that man know how to kiss. He was gentle, persuasive, teasing my lips with gentle nips and strokes of his tongue, but once I opened my mouth he became domineering, instantly taking control, shoving his tongue in my mouth and tangling with my own, not giving me a chance to fight back. Not that I was complaining. My breasts swelled, begging to be set free of their confines, and my panties went from damp to soaked. I couldn’t believe that a single kiss could make me so fucking horny. I tugged his shirt from beneath his jeans and started working on the buttons, fingers fumbling.
Panting, he broke the kiss. “You have a bed somewhere around here?” His face was flushed, his eyes gleaming. “I can do this most anywhere, but I thought for the first time we might want some place more … comfortable.”
“You sound confident that there will be more than one time,” I commented, as though my pussy wasn’t throbbing and my knees weren’t trembling.
He winked. “I guess we’ll see, won’t we?”

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Wow, that’s spicy! A compilation of four incredibly hot Emily Cantore erotic shorts just for you.

Going Down
Jesse has been caught writing some very detailed smut in her English Lit class. This calls for a trip down to the Principal’s office… where he has a blindfold, a red rope and a very interesting approach to school discipline…

Blind Date
Helen has given in to her friend’s pestering and said yes to a blind date with Casey. But instead of some strapping hunk, a gorgeous twenty-something girl turns up at her door.

Casey is a girl’s name?

It wasn’t the date Helen planned but it was the date she needed…

The Professor
Psychology student Jenny has an embarrassing secret about how hot she gets while being embarrassed …
She’s also got a little crush on her too-sexy-for-words Professor, Nick. One day after class, he smacks a broken down projector and Jenny can’t hold herself back. It could be *her* he was spanking.

It’s going to get very hot in the classroom today…

Night Visit
Maggie is so hot for teacher she can barely think straight. But if short skirts and low-cut tops aren’t going to grab his attention, she’s going to have to try a more direct way to get into his bed…

EXCERPT:

From Blind Date

Her long, freckled arms glistened in the moonlight, which cast a shadow between her perky breasts, emphasising their roundness. I tried not to stare, but naughty thoughts were whispering in the back of my mind. We began to talk about our exes, and as I listed mine a look of confusion crossed her face.
“So, are you bisexual, then?” she asked.
“No, I’ve always been straight.” I said, “Maybe that’s where I’ve been going wrong!”
She laughed as she tried to hide her disappointment. She was so adorable, trying to look as if it hadn’t fazed her, but she was clearly upset. I don’t know if it was because I empathised with her, or because I wanted the night to go further, but I suddenly decided to reveal a secret about my past that I had kept since I was in college.
“Well, I say always…” I said, “There was this one time in my college days…”
“What happened?” she said as the sparkle returned to her eyes.
“Well, my roommate and I got a little drunk one night and… well, we kissed.” I admitted.
She let out a burst of laughter, mocking my supposedly sordid revelation.
“Is that all?” she asked, “I was expecting something really filthy!”
I frowned and opened my mouth in pretend shock. She tried to contain her amusement, but as she looked at me again she erupted into a second giggling fit. I lifted my leg under the table and gently kicked her shin, adding “Hey! Well, I’m sorry if I can’t compete with your depraved sexual history!”
As my leg struck her she looked up and stared into my eyes as her laughter subsided. I watched her lips wrap delicately around the rim of her glass as she sipped some wine, and her gaze remained fixed on me. Her eyes lowered down to my cleavage as she lightly bit her bottom lip. I felt something brush past my leg and she threw me a sultry smile. I looked down under the table to see that she had slipped her shoe off, and her foot was resting in the air near my leg. A nervous excitement crept into my body. This was entirely new territory for me, but I had an undeniable urge to explore it. I kicked off my shoes and ran my right foot over her leg, looking around to make sure nobody was watching. The large cloth draped over the edges of the table, nearly touching the floor, so our activities were hidden from sight. A mischievous glint sparkled in her eyes as I moved my foot gently up to her knee and then back down again. I made a few passes as we gazed longingly into each other’s eyes. My heart was racing and my hands were becoming clammy as we played footsie under the table. She placed her foot between my shins and ran it up the inside of my legs, sending a wave of goose bumps over my body. As she got to my knees she circled around the end of my inner thigh, and then pushed further towards me. I spread my legs a little wider as her foot rested on the seat between them, and placed my hand under the cloth. She pushed her toes up to my crotch and started to wiggle them around, rubbing them on my pussy. I felt the tickle of moisture forming around my labia as she pressed her toes against me, and ran my hands over the smooth skin of her ankles.

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Psychology student Jenny has an embarrassing secret about how hot she gets while being embarrassed …

She’s also got a little crush on her too-sexy-for-words Professor, Nick. One day after class, he smacks a broken down projector and Jenny can’t hold herself back. It could be *her* he was spanking.

It’s going to get very hot in the classroom today …

A very sexy short story from Emily Cantore featuring erotic situations, graphic descriptions and a whole lot more.

EXCERPT:

He wrapped his hand around my wrist and guided me over to the large desk at the front. I was like putty in his hands, following without even noticing. I stood at the front, looking up at the seats as I leaned against the desk. He disappeared behind me and then I heard a loud crack that echoed off the walls and around the room. I jumped out of my skin as the sharp thrash of the ruler struck my ass cheeks, sending a fresh trickle of juices to my vagina. I was stunned and unable to turn around, but he waited for some sort of reaction. I looked back at him with my mouth gaping wide open. A smile began to creep across my lips as I realised the possibilities that were on offer. This was everything I could possibly want!

“Again” I whispered, clawing hold of the ridges in the desk as he raised his arm for another swing. He lashed it over my cheeks again, sending a wave of pain over my body. My nails dug into the wood as he whipped me with it again and again, getting harder with each strike. My clitoris was firming up as I tried to contain my pleasure, but the occasional yelp slipped out. I bent over the desk, assuming the position as he whipped me with the ruler. My ass stuck out behind me, giving him a perfect target to strike. He moved the point of impact gradually further down my thighs, covering my legs in red lines as he thrashed me with the wooden stick. I could feel the trickle of my juices as they seeped down to my labia, moistening my pussy more and more with every blow. He placed the ruler at the side of the desk. There was a light jingle of metal as he unfastened his belt and slipped it away from his waist. He folded it up into a long loop which he stretched out flat with his thumbs, and then stepped up close to me. I remained bent over the wooden surface as he stood next to me and ran his hand down small of my spine. He teased me with a brief moment of gentility as he raised his arm once again, and then slammed the belt down across my ass with a thunderous crack. The pain was much harsher than the ruler, and the sound was louder too. For the first time I was terrified that someone might come into the theatre. He flogged me a few more times, spreading the stinging sensation over every part of my ass.

“Follow me,” he said as he turned towards the door at the front of the theatre, gripping his belt in his hand. He picked up his bag and walked through into the corridor as I composed myself and followed swiftly behind. We passed a few people, and although they seemed completely oblivious to our existence I was certain they knew what we had been doing. I blushed as we walked past them, trying to hear what they were talking about. They were two cleaners who were moaning about their holiday pay, but my nervous disposition made me sure that that was just a cover conversation. In retrospect, I was totally paranoid – they didn’t suspect a thing. He led me along the corridor to his office, and held the door open as I slinked inside. The room was larger than I expected, although the shelves were cluttered with files, text books and boxes of God knows what. After giving the corridor a quick scan he followed me in and closed the door behind him, still clenching his belt as it drooped at the sides of his fist. Being completely alone with him in his office made the insides of my pussy tingle with anticipation. I knew what he wanted, and more importantly, I wanted to give it to him. He took off his jacket and brushed past me to drape it over his chair. I caught the scent of his aftershave mixed with a hint of his musky sweat, from having taught in the bowels of hell for the past hour. There were dark patches around his arm pits and his white cotton shirt stuck to his broad chest as he looked me up and down. He stood directly in front of me and peered down my heaving cleavage. My breasts were not particularly huge, but the sunlight beaming in through the window created a sheen across my breasts, emphasising their roundness. My heart was beating rapidly as he towered over me, with his warm breath pouring over my chest.

I could feel the body heat emanating from his skin as he raised his arm up by my side and caressed my cheeks in the palm of his hand. His arms were thick and covered in manly hair that flickered in the light breeze from his small office window. He leaned down to kiss me, holding the side of my face as our lips met for the first time. Saliva trails formed between our lips, and then as we kissed more passionately, between our tongues. He lowered his hands down my back, feeling the soft material of my flowery summer dress as he moved them towards my ass. I felt his large fingers grasping at my ass cheeks, which were still red raw from the whipping he had just given me. He squeezed them, eliciting a sharp squeal from my mouth as I tensed up my whole body. The pain dissipated as he rubbed them around, slapping them gently as he kissed my neck. He reached over and picked his belt back up from the table where he had left it, and then collected something from his bag. He held it in front of my face and instantly knew what he was thinking. It was a small tangerine, which he pressed up to my lips as he smiled. I opened my mouth and he slipped it inside as I clamped my jaw down on it. Its size forced my mouth to remain open by an inch or so, but as my teeth were indented into the peel I couldn’t push it out with the force of my tongue. I would have to wait for him to remove the gag, should he want to. He held the belt up and took my arm as he dragged me over to his chair.

“Kneel on here.” he ordered, pointing at the small cushion on the seat.

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