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  The Pleasure Hunt

  A House of Erotica Collection

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  The Pleasure Hunt

  published in 2014 by House of Erotica

  an imprint of Andrews UK Limited

  www.houseoferoticabooks.com

  This book is sold subject to the condition that it shall not, by way of trade or otherwise, be lent, resold, hired out or otherwise circulated without the publisher’s prior written consent in any form of binding or cover other than that in which it is published, and without a similar condition being imposed on the subsequent purchaser.

  The characters and situations in this book are entirely imaginary and bear no relation to any real person or actual happening.

  Copyright © House of Erotica 2014

  The rights of the authors have been asserted in accordance with sections 77 and 78 of the Copyrights Designs and Patents Act 1988.

  Not the Chocolate Kind

  Nicky Raven

  James has other ideas for Caroline’s Easter egg this year; not the chocolate kind, but something altogether more sensual...

  “What do you mean this is the only egg I’m getting for Easter?!” said Caroline, whilst giving her boyfriend James a confused yet stern look “It better be some bloody expensive chocolate if it’s the only one I’m getting!”

  “It’s not quite chocolate, but I’m sure you will enjoy it none the less” James replied, “Just open it will you, and have a look!”

  Caroline ripped open the package peeling back the love-heart patterned paper, and almost started laughing when she saw what was inside - Remote Control Love Eggs. “You are having a laugh, right James” she said “what on earth are these?”

  “Well, I was thinking; before we head out to dinner tonight, I’ll place these inside you and when you’re least expecting it I’ll turn them on using this remote, leaving you completely helpless. For once I’ll be the one in complete control” he said with a smirk on his face.

  “You are messing with me aren’t you? She questioned

  “No I’m deadly serious, now go and get ready!”

  As Caroline stepped out of the shower she noticed that James had laid out specific clothes for her. Smiling and raising her voice a little so he could hear her from the other room she said “you know I am quite capable of picking out my own clothes....”

  “I know” he quickly replied almost empathising the full-stop.

  “Umm babe, I think you missed a drawer out... you haven’t chosen any underwear, or are you leaving that part to me?”

  “No, no. Everything I want you to wear is right there”

  “....but no underwear... have you seen how revealing the top half of this dress is?!” she interrupted

  “That’s the point my dear, not only will I have a wonderful view of your perfect tits but so will everyone else. Other men sat with their old wives wishing they could have a bit of you and women will no doubt be thinking the same” by this point he had entered the room to see the horrified look in her eyes. Removing the towel which was the only thing between him and her naked body he caressed her hips and waist before gently pushing her on the bed. Reaching for the box which had been unwrapped earlier he commanded that she bend her knees and part her legs.

  Leaning on the bed and just between her legs he began softly rubbing her clit “Later on, once I’ve had some fun experimenting with these controls I’ll accidentally drop something under the table and at that moment you will open your legs showing me just how wet you are. If you were wearing underwear I wouldn’t be able to see would I?”

  Before Caroline could even register what had happened he inserted the eggs into her.

  “Now lets see how these things work shall we”

  Pressing the on button James began working his way up through the various speeds. Caroline, still lying naked on the bed reached a hand down to her wet pussy and began to explore herself.

  Just as quickly as her hand had reached her exposed lower parts the eggs went off. Quickly opening her lights Caroline glared at James.

  “Sorry love, but these are for later” he said, laughing at the signs of her apparent frustration.

  Stepping out of the house Caroline turned to lock the front door. Cradling her back James whispered “You look gorgeous tonight and my dick is getting hard every time I think of how little is under that dress... and what’s in here” he said as he reached a finger under her dress to touch her exposed hairless pussy.

  Quickly brushing his hand away she laughed and kissed him on the lips “behave will you, what if someone sees you?”

  “So what if they do” he replied with a wink

  As the taxi pulled up James rather ungentlemanly took a seat first knowing that he would have full view of her tit as she awkwardly bent to get inside. The dress was cut into a low wide V at the front. On the odd occasion that she did wear it, tit tape was a necessity yet tonight no doubt half of the restaurant would get a front row view at some point.

  Arriving at the busy restaurant they gave their names to the man who greeted them at the door. As he led them to their table Caroline noticed how it was unusually in middle of the restaurant when they always requested a booth. Assuming he must have got their tables mixed up with someone else she whispered her thoughts to James.

  After thanking the waiter for seating them and handing them the menu James faced Caroline and said “This is the table I booked tonight, I told you I wanted everyone to see you”

  “You’re a bastard” she laughed at him, but gave him a loving smile none the less.

  “Let’s see how you get on them on a low setting first....” He said to her as the waiter approached to take their order.

  “Are you ready to order Sir, Madam?” the waiter asked... ”Yes I’ll have a Chicken tikka starter please” said James, whilst slyly flicking the on switch on the remote.

  Caroline went to speak, but let out a little “oh!” instead, the waiter looked at her with a funny look, “sorry madam, what did you want to order?” composing herself she tried again.... “Erm I’ll have the vegetable samosa’s please”

  James too could barely contain himself, struggling to hold back a laugh whilst getting extremely turned on at the same time, knowing Caroline was getting sexually excited, while having to order her food. It was almost a type of voyeurism, but in a secret kind of way. He was beginning to like this game already.

  James decided to order the rest of the food for the both of them as he could see Caroline was clearly struggling to contain all the excitement going on between her legs. “We’ll both have Chicken Korma with mushroom rice for main please, a Bombay and sag aloo as sides and two plain naans, thanks”.

  “Thank you sir” replied the waiter as he took the order and retired to the kitchen to place it with the chef.

  “I can’t believe you did that” exclaimed Caroline. “he’s going to think I’m some sort of crazy lady. Thank god you chose somewhere other than our local, I’ll be sure to never come back here again!”

  James laughed “How are you getting on down there anyway, feeling the need to touch yourself again?” he teased

  “Very funny” she replied sarcastically. “It’s bearable, but I hope you know the moment we get home they are coming out and you are going in!”

  “Why wait until we’re home?” he joked

  James had asked that both courses arrived at the same time because as much as he was enjoying seeing his wife like this he knew that he wouldn’t be able to hold out for too much longer either. In an ideal world h
e would rip his clothes off right that second, in front of the entire restaurant and bury his dick deep inside her.

  Just before their food arrived he accidentally dropped his fork on the floor and hurried to bend down and pick it up before a waiter came and ruined his plan. Caroline knew what this meant and slowly spread her legs allowing him to see her pussy, glistening with her juices. She also took the opportunity to tease him and reached under the table and inserted a finger into herself - just as she did so the waiter arrived with their food.

  With eyes back on each-others faces the waiter unloaded his trolley of dishes onto the table and Caroline took the finger she had just teased James with into her mouth and sucked on it lightly. Retaliating he placed the eggs on the highest setting which they had not yet tried. It was so high that a humming could be heard and the waiter paused to look at the couple before walking off. “I told you” said James “I am in control tonight, anymore of your games and I’ll have to punish you when we get home!”.

  “Oh, I like the sound of that” she replied.

  After their mains James decided he couldn’t take it any longer. He quickly paid the bill and called a Taxi. They decided to wait outside even though it was cold the streets weren’t as busy and therefore allowing them some form of privacy.

  Through Carolines dress and between the fur coat wrapped over her shoulders he could see her protruding nipples “cold are we?” he said and before she had time to reply he had grabbed her entire breast from her dress and was sucking on it. Forgetting where they were for a moment Caroline closed her eyes and finally allowed herself to cum. “Oh my god” she cried “we have to do this more often” his tongue found hers mouth and two kissed deeply before the horn of the taxi sounded. Tucking her breast back into her dress James kindly opened the taxi door for her “well I suppose that makes up for earlier” she said.

  Sitting side by side in the taxi James placed Caroline’s coat over her legs and slowly pulled up her dress so her thighs were fully exposed. Placing his right hand between her legs he went hard instantly. She was so wet both in and around her pussy that his two fingers slid in so easily. Her coat was long enough to cover the zip on James trousers so she unzipped him and reached inside his boxers to feel his hard rod with her warm hands. As he began to relax and enjoy her touch the taxi driver yelled “We’re here guys”, seeming completely unaware of the goings on in his back seat.

  Not even bothering to zip himself back up the two hurried up the front steps and slammed the front door behind them. More or less ripping Caroline’s dress off James was sucking and biting firm on her nipples “fuck me!” she cried.

  “Twice tonight you tried to take control and now you’re going to be punished” he tried to say it in a serious voice but they both laughed. By this point he has forgotten about the eggs until he went to remove his trousers and felt the remote. It was as if a light bulb had lit up in his head as he turned them on to a low setting and continued to remove his trousers, allowing his hard rod some much needed freedom.

  As Caroline felt them vibrating once more she cried “Not more teasing, please, just fuck me, so hard!”

  “No, no more teasing” bending her over the arm of the sofa and tugging gently at her hair he worked his manhood into her arse. He could feel the eggs vibration inside of her which only turned him on more making him plunge harder into her, back and forth, until Caroline was crying with pleasure; the loudest he had ever heard her cry, before the two of them finally erupted.

  Erotic Easter Eggs

  Harry Blue

  Two randy soccer teams, one male, one female, compete against each other in an Easter egg hunt like no other. One by one they give in to irresistible temptation as each player tries to out-do the other. Poor lady goalkeeper; seventy two inches of naked perfection, waits longingly for her partner to claim his reward but he keeps looking in all the wrong places. She soon takes charge and shows him what to do.

  Charlotte was the secretary of the village women’s soccer team. Only single women were allowed to be members, as soon as their wedding day occurred their membership ceased.

  The catchment area was five miles so there was no shortage of willing women. They all loved close contact sport, none being actively gay but also not averse to that type of encounter should it occur. The muddier the pitch the better, the hot showers afterwards to be enjoyed for as long as possible. The name of the team? The Brazilians.

  The Brazilians shared the pitch and sports facilities with a male club, which had started an Easter tradition last year. They had an Easter Sunday egg hunt, which initially appeared to be quite innocuous, but in reality was an excuse for sex. All Brazilian team members had to devote a pair of skimpy knickers, which would then be hidden around the rugby field, or changing rooms, or anywhere else within the grounds, together with an Easter egg. The men’s team did the hunting.

  Last year, when the egg hunt had first been held, there had been little or no rules, simply hunt for the eggs and knickers, with a free for all to find the owner. The girls had been waiting in the bar, looking out the windows to see how the lads had been getting on. The first man to find one of the eggs had been the captain, and when he came into the bar he was holding the egg in one hand, and the knickers in the other. As he had walked across the muddy pitch he had discarded all his clothes, so when he walked through the door he was completely naked.

  ‘Where’s my prize? I have an egg to share.’

  By a coincidence the lucky girl had also been the team captain, she walked forward, not said a word, gone onto her knees, and taken his erection in her mouth. The other girls sat there, taken by surprise, as Serena had gobbled him up. Faster and faster she had gone as he came very quickly. She swallowed up every single drop of his come, before the next team player came through the door, also naked. The next girl came forward, ready and willing. One by one the men came into the bar, one by one they were taken in the girl’s mouth, one by one they came, one by one the girl swallowed every last drop. The men had stood in line, as each girl had been on her knees in front of them, making quite a spectacle. It was a good job that the weather had been very warm and sunny.

  It was only when they had finished that Christina, the goalkeeper, had emerged from behind the bar.

  ‘excuse me.’

  All ten women and ten men had looked over to her.

  ‘where’s mine?’

  All eyes were on the soccer pitch, and there was the men’s goalkeeper, on his hands and knees, looking for an egg in the perimeter ditch.

  ‘He is SO thick,’ she exclaimed. I placed my knickers and egg right by the goal posts. They could not be MORE obvious. She stomped out onto the veranda, and they all heard her shout

  ‘hey, thicko. Get your arse over to those goalposts. No, not those, the other ones. Now, yes, that’s right, pick them up. Who do you think they belong to? Yes, that’s right, they’re mine. Do you want me to suck you off? Well strip off nice and fast, let’s see your wedding tackle, and we’ll give all our friends a good display.’

  By the time he was in the doorway, Christina was ready for him, She was stark naked. All eyes in the room, from her team mates who had seen her this way before in the showers, to the men, who had not, were staring at her form. She was exactly six feet tall without shoes, her short black hair fell naturally into place when she shook her head, and taking eyes further down you could see that her broad shoulders showed the benefit of many hours work in the gym. Her upper torso muscles were there in abundance, but somehow improved her femininity, not detracted from it. Her breasts were very well formed, not drooping or sagging, but with the natural appearance that went with her age of twenty three. The nipples were small and pink, outstanding at the moment in anticipation of what was to come. Her public mound was strong, prominent because of the also strong stomach muscles and the upper thighs that seemed to the observer an aid to increasing the sexual experience f
or any partner. She could grip firmly with her vaginal muscles. As her audience stared at her in fascination, their eyes were drawn to the prominent pubic mound. It was completely hairless, like the rest.

  Two words summed her up - Amazonian and statuesque.

  Her team mates could not avert their eyes. Neither could the men. She was superb in her nudity

  Christina looked at him straight and without hesitation. ‘You, what’s your name?’

  ‘Roger.’

  ‘Very appropriate. Stand in front of me, just here.’ She pointed at a place with her index finger on her right hand. Roger very obediently stood where he was told, still naked, with the largest erection of the team. He was proud of himself.

  Cristina knelt in front of Roger, and took his erection in both hands. She licked her lips. Then very slowly placed her hips around the tip of his shaft. She opened her mouth, and took him in as far as she could, which was about two thirds of the way. Christina then opened her throat muscles, and took his prick right in. All ten inches of it. The other women were open mouthed, fascinated at her ability to perform deep throat. Serena the captain started applauding, out of respect, soon the other players, and also the men, clapped as well. Without a conscious team effort their applause became a rhythm as she took him in her mouth. Clap. She took it all in. Clap. She released it. Clap. It went in again. Clap. Out it came. Clap, faster this time, the whole prick disappeared into her mouth. Clap. There was Roger’s prick again. The rhythm built up, Christina had to use both her hands to wank him as well, she was unable to maintain the pace without gagging.

  She could not look up and see his face, there was so much frenetic activity, so it took her completely by surprise when she felt his sudden spurt at the back of her throat. And then another spurt. And then a third. Finally a fourth. She felt his erection go a little, he gently slid himself out of her, and then she performed the final, ultimate act. She licked her lips, then swallowed.