Saturday, May 8, 2021

Third Turn Up the Heat Reader's Challenge Excerpt: Shagnasty

Welcome back to excepts from entries in the Turn Up the Heat Reader's Challenge, the contest where if you read and rate erotica by May 31, 2021, you can win a prize package of more erotica by the same writers, as well as a $200 gift certificate for sex toys from Sohimi.    

 Today's excerpt is from Shagnasty by Jay Willowbay.  (If you're outside the US, use this link.) 

Two young men, devilishly handsome and wealthy, but with it arrogant, narcissistic, and oh, so cocky.

They think they can have any woman they choose, and set a sexy challenge to prove it. But are they as irresistible as they assume? Will they succeed?

Or will there be consequences?

 Here's the excerpt: 

While me and My Accomplice were lying there looking confused, Mackenzie produced a stopwatch, which I think neither of us expected. “Gentlemen, you have ten minutes,” she explained, “And in that time, slave B is going to pit his sexy hands against slave A’s never softening cock.”

Mackenzie addressed My Accomplice, “If you can make him cum, you win.”

And then she addressed me, “If you can resist for ten minutes, you win. So; let battle commence.”

I started to ask My Accomplice if he was really going to go through with this, but by then his hand was already working away at me with surprising energy and skill. He was wasting his time though; I hadn’t been through all these exploits and all these women only to blow it at the last hurdle by shooting my load over another man, even though his hands were soft like a girl’s.

Mackenzie was either rooting for My Accomplice or really enjoying what she was seeing; she was fingering herself downstairs with one hand and tweaking her nipples with the other, whilst noisily and enthusiastically moaning her pleasure at doing so. I closed my eyes and tried to ignore her, only to find that I was apparently breaking her rules by doing so.

“Look at me!” she ordered, “Keep looking at me or you lose the challenge!”

She was moving the goalposts somewhat, but I was compelled to obey. Oh! She was so bossy, and I was so obedient. Oh! I loved it when she was bossy! So I looked at her, and realised just how beautiful and sexy she was. Oh God, I wanted her so much! Just a few minutes to wait…

She didn’t want me to wait. She knelt down beside me and started whispering in my ear. “Oh, that’s my pussy you’re inside! Oh, feel my pussy! Fuck my pussy!”

Oh shit, I was struggling now. Mackenzie had got into my head; I really did believe I was shagging her. The Viagra had kept my cock on the threshold of explosion for days, and the poor thing didn’t know that it wasn’t time to go yet. And however much I told myself that it was a man’s hand there, it felt just like a woman’s, and My Accomplice kept on oscillating relentlessly, metronomically. His arm knew no fatigue, and he would not stop until the job was done.  This would take all my willpower, but at least I knew there must only be a minute or two left.

Mackenzie moved away and I thought I’d won, but then she started shouting.

“Oh God! Oh yes! Fuck me harder!”

No.

“Oh, I’m cumming! Yes, you’re cumming too!”

No.

“Oh yeah, yeah you’re gonna cum! Yes! Yes! Yes!”

Yes.

*

My Accomplice roared his delight at winning our challenge. He flicked my juice off his fingers, respectfully away from my face, winked at me and said, “Thanks _, I never knew you cared!”

How did I end up like this?

 

 

Note from Jasmine Gold: As the name of this blog indicates, I write erotica. Check out my dark, dystopian novel about naked sex slaves, Mindgames. Your darkest fantasies, with a phenomenal plot and characters you will come to think of as beloved friends. Available on Kindle and Kindle Unlimited  and in paperback.  Or read my book of short stories about hot, consensual sex, The Mature Woman's Guide to Desire, available on Kindle and Kindle Unlimited.

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