April Showers: Consequences (Volume 1)

Young and beautiful Mrs. Helen Ryan is shopping for groceries, when a sordid episode from her past slams into her. As college juniors seven years previous, she and three friends took their spring break in Las Vegas, working two weeks as high paid call girls. Her working name had been April Showers. Now, some unknown person is calling her April. Helen's plush life is about to change drastically. Somehow Mrs. Helen Ryan knew her life will never be the same. WARNING: There are extreme sexual situations in this book. EXCERPT My ringing cell phone drew me away from my succulent reverie. I retrieved the phone from my Prada leather handbag and flipped open the cover. "Hello." "Railroad Park on Scottsdale Road." My breath escaped me. It was him. "What makes you think I'll come?" "Because you're a whore. Wear your red polka dot sundress and nothing else. I'm going to fuck you." "Hello." He hung up. In the back of my mind, I realized he'd gone through my closet, but I was too turned on to think about. The second he said he was going to fuck me, my pussy constricted, and juices started seeping from its walls. He didn't give a time. He's waiting. I rushed into my bedroom and shed everything in a frenzy. I wore only the dress as instructed. Scanning the area, I spotted an elderly couple strolling and woman jogger. My body felt electrified at the anticipation Randy's huge pr*ck inside me, but I didn't see him. Then my phone rang. I fumbled the phone getting it out but caught it. "Hello?" "I'm on the other side of the locomotive." I raced to the other side of the engine and he stood there all in black. I rushed to him and kissed him. His silky tongue slipped through the crease between his lips and plundered my mouth. His hands were over me, kneading my breasts, squeezing my ass and feeling my sensitive areas through the dress. Then as his hand slipped under the dress, I was barely able to catch my breath. I tensed as Randy's clever fingers split my nether-lips apart, probing the edges of my needy vagina. The hot Arizona weather was miniscule compared to the heat this man engendered in me. Flashes of heat and erotic lust raced to my erogenous zones and I sensed a trickle of cream meandering down my leg. As I noticed his burgeoning cock through the thin dress, digging into my belly, he pulled away. He took my hand from around his neck and guided it down to the neck of his cock. I looked down. His cock, sticking out of his pants was rigid and pulsating. He gently pushed down on my shoulders. "I want you to suck me off." I protested, "We're in the open. There's a path right there." I nodded to my left. "Someone might see us." "Two lovers getting carried away. No one will think much of it. Besides, I have a feeling you would enjoy being watched as much as I do." He is right. Why does he seem to know me better than I do? I lowered to my knees. Thank God, it was grass instead of gravel. Maybe it was why he chose this location. I noticed, out of the side of my eye, a jogger come into view just as Randy's silky c*ck entered my mouth. As I stroked him with hand and mouth. The jogger--a woman--jogged in place approximately fifty feet away. As I stroked him with hand and mouth, The jogger--a woman--jogged in place approximately fifty feet away. "That's it, baby," he purred and I shuddered from head to toe. Just as I saw the elderly couple stroll up beside the jogger and gape, Randy pulled out of my mouth and raised me up. He lifted me up and turned me toward the locomotive. "Bend over," he ordered. I placed my fingers and thumbs around a bar on the antique train as he spread my legs and lifted my dress up. Since they were now behind me, I couldn't see the spectators anymore. A delightful pain engulfed me as Randy rammed his super sized instrument into me, making that sweet ache go away as every inch of his cock pummeled me.