Suburban Slut (Stray Cat Book 1)

Emily feels her torso stiffen as she grabs the sheets, then the pillow, then the sheets, then putting the pillow over her mouth, trying everything she can think of to keep quiet. Gwen does no such thing as she noisily licks between Emily’s pale thighs, showing her technique she’s never even imagined before.

Shy and unpopular, Emily meets a glamorous outsider named Gwen at the mall and they instantly hit it off. Naive Emily doesn’t realize that Gwen is a talented and cruel seductress who does what she wants (and who she wants) whenever she pleases. She imposes herself and moves in with Emily, now an obnoxious and inconsiderate houseguest. However, she doesn’t plan on the woman of the house taking matters into her own hands...


This is a 13,000 word novella for mature audiences only, featuring multiple explicity scenes of infidelity, vouyerism, first time between two young women, and husband and wife blackmail.

EXCERPT:
Ken couldn’t believe what he was seeing. A burglar?
There was no way. Too slender, too exposed. He could see her clearly, tall and fit. She sauntered over to the man, still pissing, and waited patiently. She carried herself confidently, boldly, even. Surely she knew his wife was still in the house.
Suddenly, he wasn’t so bothered by the fact that it interrupted his erection.
The gorgeous, slim blond seemed to squeeze him from behind and he turned, startled, seeing her unbuttoned blouse and her hiked skirt. He expected pink elephants, not the mirage of the nubile babysitter offering herself without a word.
He quickly obliged without so much as a kiss, pushing her over the toilet so that she had no choice but to put her hands against the glass of the window. He made her back arch and her skirt lift and she had to adjust herself again.
The face she made told it all, and Ken found himself stiff and swollen in his pants again.
Ken can see her face up against the glass of the window, her brow furrowing. Her breath fogs the glass intensely and he believes her heat could obscure the whole pane of glass, like a hot shower or making love in the backseat of a car. In the centrally air conditioned, heated floor suburban bathroom, the fog on the glass expanded and retreated as the girl steeled herself to be ploughed by the drunken man’s cock.
She put her hands on the window frame and braced herself like she knew someone was watching; striking a fuck-pose as arousing to Ken as it had been for his neighbor, who viciously railed her from behind. Her mouth hung open and her eyes pinched shut and he could only imagine the sound she made as the neighbor took her from behind.
It startled him to hear the girl on the screen moaning as her tight, hairless pussy wrung the man’s potent seed from him. That scenario seemed grey to Ken now; fradulent compared to the real life action happening a mere hundred feet away.
He watched her breath fog the window and the girl’s yelping moan behind him seemed to project the babysitter’s pleasure in stereo like he had the bathroom bugged. It echoed softly in his brain, tingling his spine as he fumbled himself out and stroked frantically, watching her hit her peak.