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  Brit Babes – British Erotica Authors

  Sexy Just Walked Into Town

  With stories from:

  Lexie Bay

  Victoria Blisse

  Harlem Dae

  Natalie Dae

  Lucy Felthouse

  K D Grace

  Lily Harlem

  Kay Jaybee

  Ruby Madsen

  Sarah Masters

  Tabitha Rayne

  Text Copyright 2014 © Lexie Bay, Victoria Blisse, Harlem Dae, Natalie Dae, Lucy Felthouse, K D Grace, Lily Harlem, Kay Jaybee, Ruby Madsen, Sarah Masters,

  Tabitha Rayne.

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  Cover Art by Posh Gosh.

  Publishing Credits

  Caught Naked by Sarah Masters - Especially for you, dear reader.

  Corporate Punishment by Ruby Madsen - Especially for you, dear reader.

  The Doll by Harlem Dae - Especially for you, dear reader.

  End Result by Lily Harlem and Lucy Felthouse - Especially for you, dear reader.

  Figment by Natalie Dae - Especially for you, dear reader.

  Flesh for Fantasy by Lexie Bay - Coming Together with Curves, Coming Together, 2013.

  Francesca’s Mother by Tabitha Rayne - Oysters & Chocolate, 2012.

  Red Rag to a Bull by Victoria Blisse - Coming Together with Curves, Coming Together, 2013.

  The Scribe by Tabitha Rayne - Sudden Sex, Cleis Press, 2013.

  Secret Servicing by Lily Harlem - Especially for you, dear reader.

  Stones by K D Grace - Seducing The Myth, Lucy Felthouse (ed), 2011.

  Topiary by K D Grace - Obsessed, Cleis Press, 2011.

  The Wife by Kay Jaybee - Twice the Pleasure, Cleis Press, 2013.

  The Wrong End of the Stick by Lucy Felthouse - Coming Together with Curves, Coming Together, 2013.

  Underwear by Kay Jaybee - Sweet Confessions, Cleis Press, 2011.

  Thank you for adding a copy of the Brit Babes Anthology to your eBook collection. We hope you enjoy the variety of the sexy stories nestled within these pages, each one a sample of the individual Babes’ voices and styles. You’ll find contemporary, BDSM, same-sex loving, ménage a trois, paranormal, sporty, military, Rubenesque and more. There’s something to suit everyone here including a few Brit Babe collaborations to add extra spice to the collection.

  So who are the Brit Babes? We are eight UK based authors who spend our days writing steamy tales of love and lust. Ranging from sweetly vanilla to so-hot-it-will-blow-your-mind we aim to please in every literary fantasy department. Our heroes are strong, determined and soul-achingly divine and our heroines sassy, sexy and not afraid to grab what they want. Passion and pleasure is the name of the game, romance and raunch a top priority and it all comes with a delightful sprinkle of kink.

  With a whole host of awards, best-sellers and accolades between us we just know you’ll find something in The Brit Babes Anthology that will keep you turning the pages and squirming on your seat. Then, if you like what you read here, check out the individual authors’ websites to investigate their collection of published works. Also visit the Brit Babes’ home on the web which acts as a library for the hundreds of books published by us. Tell your friends, spread the word, because one thing you can be sure of, is when the Brit Babes arrive, sexy has just walked into town!

  Happy Reading!

  Love,

  The Brit Babes xx

  Contents

  Flesh for Fantasy by Lexie Bay

  Red Rag to a Bull by Victoria Blisse

  The Doll by Harlem Dae

  Figment by Natalie Dae

  The Wrong End of the Stick by Lucy Felthouse

  Stones by K D Grace

  Topiary by K D Grace

  Secret Servicing by Lily Harlem

  End Result by Lily Harlem and Lucy Felthouse

  The Wife by Kay Jaybee

  Underwear by Kay Jaybee

  Corporate Punishment by Ruby Madsen

  Caught Naked by Sarah Masters

  Francesca’s Mother by Tabitha Rayne

  The Scribe by Tabitha Rayne

  Flesh for Fantasy

  By Lexie Bay

  I can’t concentrate today because I am seeing her tonight. The thought makes my pussy wet. I crave her flesh, the smooth pale curves of her body. She is my obsession, my carefully guarded secret and she is filling my head with filthy thoughts about what I will do to her later.

  My boyfriend thinks we are just friends. He doesn’t know how much I yearn to be in her arms, how I ache for the contrast of her soft body as he holds me against his hard muscle. She isn’t his type; he likes his women like me, boyish and skinny with no bum and tits that are only just a handful. Sophia is the opposite of me. My hands glide over her curves, fingers disappearing into the folds of her flesh, always a different place to explore as she moves beneath my touch.

  My phone heralds the arrival of a text and I grab it. Please let it be from her. My need to be with her is bordering on insanity and I want to know that she is thinking about our evening together as much as I am.

  Hey beautiful, I’m counting the minutes until you get here. I’ve got a treat for you later; I’m going to give you a makeover.

  I smile because she wants me as much as I want her. I know this deep down but I hunger for the reassurance her words give me. No one has ever taken the time to woo me with words like she does, no one has taken the time to find out what I like and then turn my fantasies into reality. I am desperate for the evening to come.

  I’ve dressed up for her tonight; my prettiest bra which tries valiantly to give me some semblance of cleavage and a tiny thong. Sophia wears beautiful French knickers, with frills and lace and satin. A thong would be lost in the abundant sweep of her sexy buttocks but she likes to tug mine to one side, the floss of lace the only thing between my lips and hers. She answers the door and I’m lost in her embrace as she holds me. I breathe in her warm, musky smell and she pulls me into the living room.

  “God I’ve missed you Zoe,” she says pushing a large glass of white wine into my hands. “I’ve been thinking about you all day. I’m totally behind in my new routine, the rest of the girls were getting completely fed up with me by the end of rehearsal.”

  Sophia is a Burlesque dancer. This means I get to see her milky white curves spilling out of divine corsets, her creamy thighs adorned with stockings and suspender belts on a regular basis. Her home is a cornucopia of vintage prints, feathers and pictures of beautiful women. She is Hollywood glamour and retro beauty made real, living and breathing in front of me. She must have just got back from practice because she is still wearing a dusky pink corset with matching knickers and fishnet stockings underneath a frilly tutu. She is taller than usual in a pair of sky high heels that accentuate the turn of her ankles and make her legs look very sexy. I pick up a feather boa that she has discarded on the sofa, wrap it behind her neck and pull her towards me, her full lips too irresistible not to cover in kisses.

  S
ophia moves away and takes both my hands. I want her lips on mine again but she is smiling. “Come into the bedroom; your treat’s all set up. I’m going to pamper you before I fuck you.”

  My pussy clenches at her words, the harshness at odds with her beautiful, innocent face. I like to hear her talk dirty when we fuck, like to hear her tell me how I turn her on, what she wants me to do to her. I watch her pretty mouth as the words tumble out, fuck me, lick my pussy, I want your fingers inside me; and it makes me so wet for her.

  I let her lead me into the bedroom and she sits me down on a chair that she has positioned in the middle of the room. Her makeup is spread out on the bed, bright colours in pretty packaging. Sophia is always trying to get me to be more adventurous with my makeup and tonight she is obviously excited to see me all dolled up.

  She kneels in front of me and slowly removes my t-shirt. I’m embarrassed by my flat chest and try to cover myself but she shakes her head, her laughter infectious as she tickles me to keep my hands away from my body.

  “Let me look at you, Zoe. You know how much I love your body.”

  “Not as much as I love yours,” I reply, my fingers skimming over the smooth flesh spilling out of her corset. She is warm and soft and I cup my hands over her ample curves. I am torn between looking at her in her beautiful underwear and an overwhelming desire to see her naked, to suck a rosy nipple into my mouth as my hands wander amongst the folds of her body.

  “Ah-ah, not yet baby. I have plans for you tonight.” She undoes my jeans and motions for me to stand up so that she can remove them. “That is a very sexy thong,” she says, stroking her finger over the scrap of material and I feel my pussy tighten again, a gush of warm liquid soaking it. Sophia smiles as she smells my desire.

  “Sit back and relax. I’m going to make you even more beautiful than you already are.”

  I give in to her request and let her do what she wants with me. I watch her as she rubs something cool and wet into my face. It smells like rose and I breathe in, letting the soft fragrance relax me. Sophia’s face is only centimetres from mine and it is so hard to stop myself kissing her. Her lips are full and pouty, a soft sheen of dark pink lip gloss making them look wet. They remind me of her pussy and again mine responds as I picture kissing it, my tongue sliding across her wet slit. I love to hear her moan when I go down on her; watch her face as she gives in to my tongue.

  I can smell her face powder, a hint of rose, of moisturising cream and Chanel No 5. She smells how I imagine the Hollywood starlets would have smelled back in the days of Marilyn Monroe. Her red hair frames her beautiful face, the retro curls in stark contrast to her pale skin. I marvel again at how someone as beautiful as Sophia could be interested in plain old me. She makes me feel like a teenage boy, my body so different to hers. I covet her Rubenesque figure and her ability to make all the boys drool with her tits and arse.

  She smoothes foundation over my nose and my cheeks, her cool fingers trailing over my lips. I kiss the tips of them. “Keep still,” she laughs, stroking my face to blend the ivory liquid into my skin. She takes a step back to admire her handiwork and I see her eyes travel down my almost naked body. I can see the lust in her gaze and it gives me a thrill to know that she is thinking about fucking me, just as I am thinking about fucking her. This makeover is exquisite foreplay, her body so close, her breasts in my face, her legs between my thighs as she fusses around my face, touching up the base with concealer until she is happy with what she has done.

  “It’s no wonder I don’t bother with all this,” I mutter. “It takes forever.” Sophia shakes her head. “But it’s fun Zoe, it’s like creating a piece of art. Your face is your canvas. You can be whoever you want to be.”

  “Don’t you like who I am normally?” I ask, a little bit of self-doubt creeping in.

  She tuts at me as she reaches for her brushes. “Zoe, you know I love you just as you are. I’m simply enhancing your natural beauty.”

  She stands back again. “And from where I’m looking, your natural beauty is outstanding.” She’s looking hungrily at me and my pussy floods again. I wonder if I will make a damp patch on the beautiful lilac velvet seat of the chair.

  Sophia brings the little pots of coloured powder closer to the edge of the bed as she kneels between my thighs, pushing my legs further apart so that she can get as close as possible to me. She arranges everything just so, and I feel like it’s a ceremony and I am the willing sacrifice. Unrolling a velvet pouch, she reveals an array of brushes. They are jet black in all different sizes and I watch as she peruses the collection, deciding on which one to use to inflict colour onto my face. I could watch her for hours, the gentle jiggle of her breasts against the satin of her corset.

  She pulls out one of the largest of the brushes and swirls it through a pot of pink powder then deposits it on my cheek with a flourish. The brush tickles my skin and the scent of the powder fills my nostrils making me want to sneeze. Sophia repeats the process on my other cheek and grins as she looks at me. “You suit a pretty flushed cheek,” she says. “It reminds me of how you look when you’re turned on.”

  “I am turned on,” I say, smiling back at her. “It would be hard not to be with your sexy curves so close to me.”

  “Am I making your pussy wet?” she asks, walking her fingers up my inner thighs towards my damp crotch. I spread my legs a little wider, bucking my hips in a desperate attempt to get her to stroke my throbbing pussy. She is teasing me, the mischievous glint in her eye telling me that I am not about to get relief anytime soon. Sophia purses her lips and blows on the brush, letting a fine dusting of pink powder rain down onto my thighs. She leans towards me again and trails the fluffy end of the brush over my cleavage. I gasp at the sensation of the brush on my skin, my nipples hardening instantly beneath my lacy bra so that they rub tantalisingly against the fabric.

  Sophia runs her tongue over her bottom lip as she watches my reaction. Then she leans forward and runs it over the small curve of my left breast. Before I can react she blows gently on the wet patch, watching my skin pucker into goosebumps, sending darts of pleasure through my body. My breasts feel heavy and swollen, the nipples aching to feel her tongue, lips, fingers, anything.

  She has something else in mind though and goes back to her pots of colour, biting her lip as she thinks about which colours to use to paint my eyes. I love how she gets all serious as she works on me. She trained at beauty school before she became a dancer and she knows her stuff.

  She picks a small brush and dips it into a pale pinky colour. “Close your eyes,” she murmurs and I do as I am told. The loss of my sight makes my other senses go into overdrive. I can smell the musk of her pussy and the hot scent of my own need. I can still taste the sweetness of her lip gloss and the smooth slide of her skin against my thighs is driving me crazy. She sweeps the brush over my eyelid. She is so close, her ample breasts rub against mine. I keep my eyes closed even when she removes the brush, waiting for her to continue. Letting her lips press against mine briefly, her free hand is on my leg before she moves to the other eye. Her breath is warm against my cheek as she concentrates on getting the colour even. I stay perfectly still, my eyes closed, waiting to see what she will do next, the thrill of the unknown making me wetter than I have ever been.

  Sophia blows briefly over my eyelids to remove the excess and then I feel the soft bristles of a tiny brush stroke over my cheeks and linger on the bow of my lips. She teases me with the sensations, stroking and dabbing against my skin. I giggle as she tickles me, trying to squirm away but she holds my hand to keep me still.

  “Stop wriggling,” she chides, giving me a playful spank on the thigh. I am so desperate for her touch that I wriggle again, trying to get another slap.

  “I know what you’re doing,” she says, “but if you can’t sit still I’ll have to make you.” With that she grabs a silk scarf and binds my wrists together behind the chair. I moan softly as the material holds me tightly against the chair. I spread my legs a little
wider, knowing that my thong is barely covering my pussy and that the sight of it will be making Sophia hungry for me.

  I keep my eyes closed, wondering if she will continue with the makeup. I find out soon enough. She tells me to open my eyes, and I feel the cool of the mascara wand as she delicately flicks my eyelashes with jet black, defining and highlighting my features with her miracle touch. In that moment I adore her, the way she fusses over me like I am her living doll.

  “So beautiful,” she says, standing back to admire me, “but I think we need a little more work elsewhere. With that she slides her scarlet-painted fingernails into my thong and in one swift motion pulls it down my legs, flinging it unceremoniously across the bedroom. The sudden cool of the air on my pussy makes me moan and I look at her, watching as she studies the dark pink slit she has exposed. She kneels before me again and with a flourish, takes two more scarves and ties each ankle to a chair leg.

  “Such a pretty little pout,” she murmurs, “so pink and juicy. Did I do that to you?” She grins as she speaks, knowing full well the effect she has on me. I almost forget to breathe as I wait for her to continue. Slipping her hands into my bra, she pushes it beneath my tits, exposing my nipples. My mouth drops open and she kisses my lower lip, pinching each rock hard tip and eliciting a desperate gasp from me. “I love the contrast against your skin,” she whispers, “like ripe berries dipped in cream.” Again she picks up her brush but this time she wastes no time on my face, instead heading directly for the rosy buds of my arousal and surrounding them in the tantalising prickle of the brush tip.