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Sample Chapter For Scarlet Stockings by Iona Blair

“I’m looking for a playmate doll.” The customer had blonde hair and bold eyes. “For my husband.”

Jennifer Hill took a moment from toting up the day’s receipts to show her the doll collection.

“ I’m going away for a few weeks,” the blonde confided. “I don’t want him to stray or be lonely.” She carefully examined every doll in the store, poking at all their various nooks and crannies.

“ This little gal should keep him busy for a while.” She laughed, finally deciding on a busty number with three love holes. Then on a more somber note asked, “Is it strong enough for vigorous action?”

“ Oh yes,” Jennifer reassured her. “They’re designed to take a good workout.”

* * * *

Jennifer hurried along, muffled to the ears against the December cold. Only four blocks from home, but the poorly lit streets made it seem longer in this sleazy part of town.

“ Got any change, sweetie?” The drunk lurched towards her, with breath from hell and a face that looked like forty miles of rough road.

Jennifer steered around him like an expert. This sort of thing happened regularly and no longer bothered her. She’d bought the sex shop three years ago, and named it Scarlet Stockings after her favorite piece of lingerie.

At first she’d lived in the apartment above the shop, with a good security system and a Doberman named Maggie. But then she met Guy Palmer, and they bought a townhouse in the Chadwyck, a gentrified enclave patrolled by security guards.

Soon, Jennifer walked into the enclave. Sometimes I feel as if I’m in prison. She nodded to the guard, who waited until she’d fished out her keys and opened the door before leaving. Maggie greeted her and wasted no time in fetching her ball.

Later as she relaxed with a book, Guy telephoned and said he’d been delayed. A realtor, he often worked long and irregular hours.

His low husky voice brimmed with desire. Jennifer closed her eyes and let the sound of it drift through her and tighten her pussy muscles.

“ I want you to be ready for me when I get home,” he whispered. “I’ve something special planned for tonight.”

After hanging up, Jennifer prepared a bath for herself, rich in scented oils. She felt like a priestess in a temple, lighting candles and placing them around the black marble bathroom. Then she anointed herself, wetting her fingers and lightly touching her lips, her nipples and her pussy. She liked to observe this ritual prior to planned lovemaking.

Jennifer moaned softly and placed her feet on the edge of the tub, with her legs spread well apart. She trained the handheld shower on her pussy until she exploded in a paroxysm of pleasure that left her trembling in its wake.

She wrapped herself in a terry robe, and painted her toenails and fingernails. Then she clipped on a snakeskin garter belt with matching thong panties, skimpy bra, sheer scarlet stockings, and a pair of impossibly high-heeled shoes.

The snake lady is what Guy called her, and he’d get incredibly excited just looking at her dressed this way. Jennifer appraised herself in a mirror, making sure her stocking seams were straight. She did cut a striking figure, tall and shapely with thick auburn hair.

“ You’re a naughty girl; I should spank you,” Guy often whispered. Sometimes he would even ejaculate as he ran his hands over her body and rubbed his erect cock against her.

Maggie’s bark of welcome heralded his arrival, and he took the dog for a short walk before joining Jennifer in the master bedroom. It had a plush white carpet and king-sized brass bed.

“ Wow, you look good enough to serve on a plate,” he murmured, his dark eyes hot with desire.

“ You don’t look so bad yourself,” she replied, taking in his tall muscular body and sleek black hair.

Guy unclasped her bra and teased her erect nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. She moaned and thrust her pelvis hard against him. He sat down in the armchair by the fireplace and pulled her down on his lap.

“ You’re gorgeous,” he murmured, wrapping his arms around her and kissing her deeply on the mouth before nursing on her breasts.

Jennifer could feel her womb contract in response to the steady sucking motion. “Oh, my darling, please don’t stop,” she moaned.

With his mouth still on her breast, Guy slipped off her thong panties and stroked her lubricated clit until it twitched against his hand. She gasped as he inserted two fingers inside her pussy.

“ I’m going to come,” she cried, as the steady rhythmic movements of his fingers and mouth inflamed her to fever pitch.

“ Just relax, darling,” he murmured and slipped his hand underneath her ass to steady her.

“ Oh god,” Jennifer groaned, tossing her head around and clenching her buttocks and feet. Her breasts thrilled from the persistent sucking, while her genitals quivered under his wickedly moving fingers. He located her swollen G-spot and tapped his fingers against it, while his thumb moved maddeningly over and around her clit.

She could feel the orgasm begin deep within her and build in force until the contractions became almost unbearable in their intensity. She cried out at her moment of crisis, as she always did—a strange guttural howl like some wild creature in pain.

Guy rocked her until the spasms subsided. “It’s okay, darling,” he crooned. Jennifer knelt down between his legs and took his swollen cock into her mouth. She flicked around at its large purple head and drooled down the shaft. As usual, she experienced a tremendous rush of power and pleasure as she literally held this man in her mouth, while her hands cupped his balls and made him moan in ecstasy.

Guy came quickly, holding onto Jennifer’s head as if he would never let it go.

“ Oh lord...” he cried out at his moment of rapture. Jennifer swallowed his cum, and held his cock in her mouth long after its wild pumping motions had stopped.

Afterwards, they lay stroking and kissing each other and whispering endearments.

“ What’s the special surprise you promised me tonight?” Jennifer asked at last, lazily tracing a pattern in the hair on his chest. She could feel him instantly grow erect.

“ I’ll show you,” he murmured, and motioned for her to bend over the armchair.

Jennifer, still wearing the scarlet stockings with the snakeskin garter belt and shoes, settled herself as comfortably as she could with her face buried in the seat of the chair, her ass stuck up in the air.

Guy spread her cheeks and entered her wet pussy easily, moving his penis deep inside her. “How does that feel?” he asked.

“ It’s like heaven,” she moaned as his thrusts became more vigorous, and she could feel the slap, slap of his balls against her body. Then, suddenly he withdrew.

“ What’s the matter?” Jennifer asked. “Please don’t stop.”

“ It’s the surprise,” Guy whispered, and he began to lubricate her anus with a great glob of Vaseline. Jennifer had never had anal sex before and she felt slightly uneasy about it.

After he’d massaged all around her anus for a while, he tentatively inserted a well-greased pinkie. Her sphincter muscle tensed up in protest but he persisted until it relaxed under the friendly pressure from his finger.

Jennifer began to enjoy the erotic sensations coursing through her body. She felt quite wicked, only too aware of the forbidden nature of what they did.

“ Let me know when you’d like something bigger in your butt,” Guy breathed, while his fingers continued their exploration of her rectum.

“ Now,” she gasped, “I’m ready.”

He held her bottom cheeks apart as he slowly penetrated her anus with his cock.

Jennifer breathed deeply, and willed her ass to relax.

“ Come on, you tight little virgin ass,” she moaned, “loosen up.”

Guy slipped his hand underneath her belly and gently stroked it. “Are you alright, sweetheart?” he asked, his voice breaking with desire.

“ Yes,” Jennifer gasped, relishing the strange new sensations surging through her excited body. I’m being sodomized and I’m loving every minute of it.

Guy inserted his fingers inside her pussy, leaving his thumb to tease her clit. He panted, and sweat ran down his forehead into his eyes. Jennifer, her breathing labored, reached behind her and fondled the base of his cock and balls. He went off like a rocket.

The force of Guy’s orgasm sent waves of pleasure washing over Jennifer’s bowels. She moved her bottom convulsively, and called out his name in a delirium of desire. He held his cock inside her ass while his fingers tapped away at her G-spot, and his thumb kept up its vigilance over her clit.

“ Oh god, I’m coming,” she cried, her high-heeled shoes hardly able to support her trembling legs.

Guy held her firmly until her crisis ended. Then he stroked her legs through the scarlet stockings, and she kicked off her shoes so he could massage her feet.

* * * *

The Owl Teashop had a display of teapots in the window, a hand-written menu, and was located right next door to Scarlet Stockings. Its proprietor, Dot Thorpe, had a queen-sized build and protruding eyes.

“ So how’s business?” she asked.

“ Not too bad,” Jennifer replied, then ordered a ham sandwich and coffee.

Dot’s husband, Stan, had a nervous manner and slight stammer. Jennifer had often speculated about what kind of sex life they had—if they had any at all—this bossy Amazon of a woman, and her quiet consort.

She would’ve been surprised to learn that Dot took a submissive role sexually, and that Stan spanked her ass regularly.

* * * *

Dot and Stan lived above the café in an old-fashioned apartment that had high ceilings, noisy radiators and a Murphy bed in the living room.

That night as Stan sat on the sofa watching television, Dot, wearing a pair of purple satin pajamas, positioned herself across his lap, taking her weight on her elbows and knees.

“ Are you tense, old girl?” he asked, running his hand over her huge behind. “You want your bum spanked, don’t you? Make you feel all nice and relaxed.”

Dot moved slightly and moaned, all part of their ritual.

Stan caressed her bottom for a while before giving it a series of light spanks.

“ Love pats,” he told her, “to warm up your bum so it doesn’t mark.” He could hear Dot’s breathing getting heavier as her excitement increased.

Stan lowered the pajama trousers and bared her bottom, which had turned pink from the warm-up spanks. Now the spanking began in earnest, and loud brisk smacks rang out in perfect rhythm. First on one cheek, then on the other until Dot’s bottom glowed a bright shade of red.

Dot tensed her legs and flexed her feet. She panted with excitement and moaned.

“ It’s okay, old girl,” Stan whispered. He slipped one hand over her moist pussy while the other one caressed what he had just spanked. He caught her clit firmly between his thumb and forefinger and wagged it around. Dot cried out as if in pain and he could feel the strong contractions of her orgasm pulsing through her genitals as her clit twitched against his fingers.

As always, the excitement that had been building as he administered the spanking roared into flame at the sight of this mountain of a woman crouched over his lap, quivering in orgasm. He waited until her spasms had eased before bending her over the arm of the sofa, and spreading her crimson bottom cheeks apart. Then he slipped his bulging cock inside her, watching in satisfaction as it reamed in and out of her wet cunt like a high-powered piston.

“ You’re a bad girl who got her bottom spanked,” he gasped, and felt her vaginal muscles tighten around him like a vise grip.

“ I’m going to make it…ooh…ah…”

After Stan came he rubbed his hot cum over Dot’s breasts, bottom, belly and thighs. “How does that feel, darlin’? How does that feel?” he murmured. Dot had become excited again. He could feel her legs tense and the friction of her feet as she rubbed them together.

“ You’re ready to be fucked again?” he whispered, and drove into her expertly.

She moaned with pleasure. Her enormous breasts dangled like a pair of fleshy pendulums. Stan fondled them, tweaking the hard nipples between his fingers.

Dot called out, a long, low growl of sheer animalistic delight, while the whole room seemed to shake from the intensity of their passion.

After he came, he rubbed his cum over her body and explored her pussy with his fingers. Her legs began to tense up again.

“ You’re a bad girl,” he whispered. “Go and get the paddle.”

Dot immediately obeyed. She handed the small leather toy to her husband. He swished it through the air experimentally, and ordered her to bend over the couch, the redness of her bottom in sharp contrast to the whiteness of her thighs. Stan gave her several whacks on the behind before starting to spank the backs of her thighs. The paddle made a wicked sound as he brought it down sharply again and again. Dot gasped and clutched onto the couch for support, her legs wobbly with excitement.

“ How does it feel getting spanked with a paddle?” he asked, and she moaned with pleasure.

Stan spanked Dot with the paddle until her thighs glowed as red as her bottom, right down to the backs of her knees, then he stopped. Administering the paddling had made him very excited. He massaged a cooling lotion over the burning skin, his whole body trembling in anticipation. “I’m going to fuck you again,” he panted.

Dot gasped and moaned as her husband drove his cock vigorously inside her. “Did I make your bottom smart?” he murmured, never missing a stroke. “Is your bottom hot and stinging?” Stan fucked her so vigorously that the couch began to move, and when Dot reached climax he felt as if they might both end up in the café below. Her pussy muscles gripped at his wildly thrusting cock, and he could feel the contractions and tremors ripping through her genitals. He grabbed her firmly around the waist and thrust violently inside her, once, twice, three times before he too exploded.

* * * *

Dot and Stan were hanging Christmas lights around their café, and Jennifer stopped to chat with them for a while. Then she dropped into Blackberry Books.

“ Hello there, Jennifer, that book you ordered has come in at last,” said Brian Matthews, the proprietor. A stocky man with a white beard and piercing blue eyes, he’d bought the bookstore when it hovered in a state of near-collapse and turned it into a successful business.

“ Guy will love this,” Jennifer exclaimed, leafing through the volume on antiques.

“ Are you doing anything special for Christmas?” Brian asked.

Jennifer shook her head. “Not really, but if the weather’s nice, we may go for a drive. You know, get out of the city for a while.”

The pale afternoon sun slanted through the widow, illuminating her pale skin and auburn curls. Brian thought that she looked like a Byzantine saint on a stained glass window.

He lived in the apartment above his shop, and when he’d closed up for the night, liked to unwind by perusing his sizeable collection of erotica. His favorites, the nineteenth-century daguerreotypes and photographs. One in particular caught his eye tonight. An attractive dark-eyed girl wearing striped knee stockings and black boots bent over a bed with her skirts raised, her bottom bared invitingly. A truly beautiful bottom, firm and well-rounded, and as Brian traced the perfect contours with his finger, he felt his cock rise responsively. The girl who’d owned this perfect bottom had her head turned around and stared boldly into the camera.

“ Why you brazen little vixen,” Brian whispered to the image from over a hundred years ago. “I know what you need.”

He stroked his cock, and lightly banged the head against the girl’s bottom. She seemed to be laughing at him, mocking him with her bold eyes. Brian greased his anus and inserted a butt plug. He moved it in and out slowly until his sphincter muscle relaxed. When he reached his A-spot he cried out in pleasure.

Time for Helen of Troy: a lifelike vagina with a vibrator that lubricated after he filled it up with oil. “Oh god that feels good,” he gasped. “I love to fuck…”

After he’d reached climax, Brian left the butt plug in place, dressed and went out for dinner. Afterwards, he might just indulge in a little added pleasure that involved real live people, all weather dependent of course. It very well might snow again.

* * * *

“ Just think about it, darling,” Guy coaxed, running his hands over Jennifer’s back and bum. As they relaxed after a vigorous lovemaking session, he’d suggested, out of the blue, that they bring another woman into their bed. “Just once,” he’d added hastily, seeing Jennifer’s shocked expression. It would be fulfilling his greatest fantasy, he explained, to be with two women at once.

“ I don’t like the idea; I want you all to myself,” Jennifer replied. She rolled over and smoothed down her scarlet stockings. “We’re doing very nicely as we are—why change it?”

She felt more than a little miffed at the idea. It made her feel unloved and sexually unsatisfactory.

“ Look let’s just forget about it. I wish I’d never asked,” Guy urged, his tone conciliatory. “You know I love you, and our sex life is terrific. I mean it couldn’t be any better…it way out surpasses my wildest dreams.”

But despite his assurances, Jennifer remained hurt, and unconvinced. If he truly loved and respected her, he’d never ask her to do something like that. Neither would he if he was truly satisfied sexually.

* * * *

“ Let me help you with these.” The security guard had refined features and soulful eyes. Jennifer, weighed down with an armful of Christmas shopping, was trying to do a balancing act while searching for her house keys.

“ Thank you,” she responded with a smile. When the door was opened, he helped her stack the packages on the hall table while Maggie circled around, and barked out a welcome. Then he bent down and patted the dog while Jennifer kicked off her boots and tossed her coat on a chair.

She felt comfortable yet strangely exhilarated by his presence. After he left she found that she’d lubricated.

* * * *

“ They want to pull down the entire block and build an office tower.” Dot’s face flushed with rage, and spittle formed at the corners of her mouth as she spat out the angry words.

She’d owned the Owl Teashop for over twenty years. “It’s not for sale,” she vowed vehemently. “This is more than a restaurant, it’s a whole way of life.”

Later, when Jennifer told Guy how Dot literally foamed at the mouth, he replied, “But I don’t understand why she’s so angry.”

“ Fear of change, I suppose,” she replied thoughtfully. “You can’t just walk away from twenty years of living in a certain style.”

“ How do you feel about it?”

“ I’m happy where I am. I really don’t want to relocate the shop.”

Preparing for an outing to a Christmas party, they chatted while Jennifer changed into a midnight blue dress, black seamed stockings and silver shoes.

“ You look delectable,” Guy whispered. “My little soldier’s standing to attention already.” He indicated the sizeable bulge in his trousers.

Jennifer laughed and swirled her hair into a knot. Guy ran his hands over her breasts and bottom. “How are we going to do this without messing you up?” he asked softly.

His exploring hands had lit a fire in her loins. “Sit down on the toilet and I’ll straddle you,” she suggested.

Jennifer hitched up her dress and tugged her tap panties to one side before lowering herself down on top of him. Guy helped her guide his cock inside her and when the hard length of it drove into her pussy, she felt afraid to make a sound lest it break the ecstasy of the moment.

“ Oh god, darling…” he gasped, and exploded in a paroxysm of bliss.

But Jennifer had difficulty reaching a climax. The more she strived for relief, the more it seemed to evade her.

“ Slow down, darling,” Guy whispered. “You’re never going to make it this way.”

He picked her up and set her on top of the bathroom counter. Then holding her panties over to one side, he began to lick her swollen genitals, already creamy with his cum. He could feel them begin to twitch and throb against his tongue, as her legs stiffened with excitement. Jennifer took her weight on one arm while she pulled back the outer lips of her pussy above her clit. This created such a tension in her genitals that it took only a few more strokes of Guy’s tongue before she erupted like a volcano.

Then on legs still wobbly from desire, she took a few minutes to squat over the bidet before smoothing down her dress and straightening her stocking seams.

If they didn’t hurry, they would be late for the party.

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