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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