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15 Erotic Exotic Tales (Nadine Leilani)

15 Erotic Exotic Tales by Nadine Leilani

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15 hot, adults only sex stories of crazy, twisted lust in foreign lands, with same sex partners, in groups, for kicks and kinks. This erotica short story collection brings you a wide variety of adult only sex stories.

Product type: EBook    Published by: author - self-published    Published: 1 / 2014

No. words: 46000

Style: Erotic Anthologies, Erotic Short Stories

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15 Erotic Exotic Tales -- Extract

Nadine Leilani

Copyright 2013 by Nadine Leilani, Love Conquers All Press, and Gold Egg Investing LLC.
Cover graphic design by Drew at idrewdesign on Fiverr.com.
Cover, book, and graphic design Copyright 2013 by Nadine Leilani, Love Conquers All Press, and Gold Egg Investing, LLC.
The right of Nadine Leilani to be identified as the author of this book has been asserted in accordance with Sections 77 and 78 of the Copyrights and Patents Act 1988.
All rights reserved.
Except for use in any review, the reproduction or utilization of this work in whole or in part in any form by any electronic, mechanical or other means, now known or hereafter invented, including xerography, photocopying, and recording, or in any information storage or retrieval system, is forbidden without the written permission of the author.
All characters in this book have no existence outside the imagination of the author and have no relation whatsoever to anyone bearing the same name or names. They are not even distantly inspired any individual known or unknown to the author, and all incidents are pure invention.

15 Erotic Exotic Tales

I held my breath - now was the moment of truth. Either I was a crazy, horny, single lady, or this young man wanted me as much as I wanted him.
The young hotel staff member shrugged out of his blazer and un-tucked his white shirt. He also undid his belt and unzipped his pants, but made no move to pull out his prick. He grabbed up my bottle of champagne, uncorked it, and poured us each a glass. After handing me one flute he cautiously sat beside me on the bed, taking care to not actually touch me.
"This is more comfortable, Mademoiselle," he said.
"Really?" I asked. "Are you sure you're comfortable in those pants. They look awfully tight." I took a sip of my drink.
He grinned widely and stood up, moving so he stood in front of me. "Ah yes, the uniform is a bit snug. Perhaps Mademoiselle will not mind if I undress as she has?"
He didn't wait for my response, instead pulling down his pants in one quick motion, allowing his cock to spring upward so quickly it slapped against his un-tucked shirt.
I groaned silently, squeezing my legs together in a vain attempt to ease some of the tension building inside me, and patted the bed by my side. Instead of coming to sit by me, the man before me moved closer, still standing, so his prick was bouncing level with my head.
"Does this please Mademoiselle?" he asked, grabbing himself and slowly stroking along his full length. His cock was long enough that I knew it would fill me completely, and was wide enough I thought I would just barely be able to grasp it fully. He was circumcised, and the bulging purple head on the top of his prick was so close to my face I couldn't help but reach out and give it a quick lick.
My advance made him groan loudly, and the server pushed forward when I went to pull away, intending to gain entrance to my mouth. I almost backed up completely. I hadn't often gone down on my ex, not being a fan of the way his penis wasn't cut - something about all that extra skin creeped me out when his dick was in my mouth. But this beautiful member was fully cleaned and groomed, and so with only the briefest of hesitations I leaned forward, grasped his balls with one hand, and with the other pulled his head into my mouth.
I slowly sucked all around the top of his penis, making sure to wet it thoroughly before I attempted to swallow inch after inch of his length. All the while I gently kneaded and fondled his sac, encouraging the orbs within to swell in excitement. Soon enough my head was bobbing up and down, moving so far as to bury my nose in the nest of curls where his dick connected to his body. When it came to the point he was holding my head by my hair, fucking my mouth, I pushed him off. I wanted to feel him inside of me, and didn't want him to waste his seed any sooner than necessary.
"Ah, Mademoiselle, that was very wonderful. But please, I believe I must return the favor."
In a smooth motion he pushed me back and knelt down before me. My bottom was on the edge of the bed, my legs were spread, and he was between them. Slowly he began to kiss one of my thighs, working his way up to the crease where my leg meets my body. He did his best to avoid my cunt, instead breathing hot air across it when he moved past to work on the other thigh just as thoroughly and tenderly.
Finally, unable to take his teasing anymore, I reached down and grabbed his head with my hands and guided him to my center. Taking my cue he began to nibble and suck on my swollen lips before he finally plunged his tongue between them, dragging it along my moist slit. He worked his way around my entrance several times, flickering back and forth over it. With each breath, each moist movement, I could feel myself becoming wetter and wetter. My clit was swelling, aching to be suckled, puffing out from between its hiding place.
There was no doubt in my mind this server was not new to such carnal activities, for he knew exactly how to tease me, bringing me to the very edge of desire before backing down. At one point he paused, pulled away, and took a sip of his champagne. Before I could ask what he was doing he returned to my cunt and poured a trickle of the bubbly liquid over me. My response was overwhelming - now I had an incredible fizzy sensation tingling all along my center, and when he returned to suck and nibble on me his tongue was nicely chilled, providing a new sensation. He spent several minutes simply making sure he had lapped up all of the expensive drink, before finding a new priority.
He finally settled on flicking his tongue over my clit, and I couldn't help but give a little cry while shuddering all over. Within seconds he was furiously suckling my nub, licking over and over until I ground his face against my cunt and began to ride wave after wave of excruciating release.
When I was done I pulled him up and wriggled back onto the bed, keeping him between my legs. I reached down to find his prick even harder than before, and without a word guided him to my entrance. Make no mistake, this was no tentative fucking. One second he was outside of me, and in the next he was buried in me up to his balls. He instantly began pounding away on top of me, his mouth automatically moving to capture one of my nipples. Instead of the gentle sucking he performed on my clit, he bit down hard, causing me to whimper at the confusion of pain and pleasure. I'd never understood how people could like sex to get rough before, and I have to admit that night I was converted.
He fucked my cunt mercilessly, ravishing it with his prick while harassing my nipples. It took only a few minutes for his thrusts to go from long and deep to short and frenzied. There was no doubt as to what was happening when he stiffened, arching his back and howling out an animalistic moan of pleasure. I could feel his warm liquid squirting inside me, his prick pulsing with each shot.
Just as quickly as it had begun, it was over, and we both lay on the bed, panting.
"Madame," he began, still trying to catch his breath, "I trust you have been satisfied?"
I grinned and reached down to give his deflating cock a loving squeeze, "Yes, I have been satisfied."
We both laid there a moment longer, relaxing as we came down from our high before I grabbed my robe and tossed it on, and he found his uniform and redressed himself. When we were both organized he told me his name was Pierre, and should I need any further services I could ask for him specifically when I rang down for room service.
Once I was alone again I sat still for a moment, reveling in the events that had just occurred, before taking a peak at the salad on my dinner tray. The chicken had gone cold and the lettuce was limp, but it was certainly still edible. As I munched away at my late meal I realized my clothes still hadn't been brought up from the lobby, and with a sly smile I considered calling for Pierre to remedy this situation.
My only dilemma was whether or not I should shower first, or wait for my room service to join me.

When I spun around I was surprised to see before me the cutest anime animals involved in some very grown-up acts. I actually laughed out loud at the picture of a puppy going down on a girl kitten, inspiring to make some a silly joke to myself about 'eating pussy' before opening the door and entering the building.
The decor was impeccable. Considering how shady the street looked, I wasn't expecting the inside to be so tasteful and artfully arranged. By then I should have realized everything in Japan was tasteful and artfully arranged, including everything to do with sex.
There was low lighting in modern day lamps, the floors were covered in braided rugs woven with intricate designs, and the walls sported elaborate tapestry depicting all of the acts you could purchase there.
Just as I was admiring a picture of a petite busted woman being taken from behind by a woman with an incredible strap-on, I realized there was no one inside to greet me. Curiously, I made my way deeper into the foyer, only to find a computer that instructed me to input my client ID. I had memorized the eight digit number and entered it. As soon as I hit the final key the machine spoke in a sultry English voice advising me I would be in the champagne room.
I followed its directions, knocked on the door in front of me just to give warning in case someone was inside, and carefully peeked in. If I thought the entry way had looked lovely then I was completely blown away by what I saw now. Inside was a four poster bed complete with piles upon piles of cushions, and a large Jacuzzi style tub that could easily hold six people and was already steaming and bubbling away. One wall was covered with supplies, everything from whips and riding ankle spreaders to feather ticklers.
The rest of the walls were covered with artfully draped silken cloths, spotted with tiny twinkle lights that somehow looked magical rather than tacky. In one corner there was a large trolley, and upon closer inspection I saw several bottles of various lubes and tinctures, an array of condoms, a set of ben wah balls ranging from gravel-sized to marble to as big as gum balls, and a few things I had not only never seen before, I'd never heard of either. Some I could speculate on what they did. Others mystified me.
I quickly slipped out of my shoes and clothes, piling everything neatly on the bed before I slipped into a large terry cloth robe. I settled myself on the edge of the Jacuzzi tub, suddenly feeling a little nervous. I was still incredibly excited as was evidenced by the firmness of my nipples and the heat between my legs, but I was also uncertain about what I had chosen to book.
On whim, I paid for a female escort, and was now worried I was in over my head. I'd never been with another woman before. Despite my earlier surge of lust for the two Japanese women, I was beginning to doubt my decision and was seriously considering seeing if I could find someone who could change my order to a male escort, when there came a gentle rapping at my door.
"Come in,"I called out.
The door opened and in walked a petite woman, several inches shorter and many pounds lighter than me, clad in a kimono-style robe. Her hair was back in a bun so I had no idea how long it was, but it shone healthily, and I imagined how silky it would feel.
"Hi, I'm Beth," I announced awkwardly.
The woman brought her hands together in front of her as if in prayer and bowed low. "Kon'nichiwa," she said in a delicate voice.
Now I was scared of looking stupid or rude. She didn't seem to speak much English, I sure didn't speak much Japanese, and I knew it was easy to accidently offend a Japanese without meaning too, because they had so many layers of courtesy and formality -- even within a soaplands hotel -- we Americans simply didn't think about.
Of course I wasn't sure what the proper protocol was in this situation, but before I could worry too much about it the woman before me slid out of her robe to stand before me naked. She didn't make any move to hide her body, instead displaying herself proudly for my review. I couldn't help but take in a deep breath in admiration of the form before me; she had small breasts tipped with large dark nipples, a slender body that was all soft, a trim tummy, and the daintiest stance. I began to get excited as I took in the sight of her, for this was going to be a completely different experience than any I'd had before.
She pointed to her chest. "Kiko."
"Pleased to meet you, Kiko." I pointed to myself. "Beth. Some people call me Bodacious Beth." But of course she didn't understand the joke.
Her face had the soft, untroubled face of the very young. Her black, beautiful eyes stared at me intently with kindness and -- could it be? -- amusement. If she thought I was crazy, she was too polite to show it.
Without a word she reached up, pulled an unseen elastic from her hair, and let wave after wave of black sheets cascade over her shoulders almost down to her waist. She moved to my side, and without saying a word gently untied my robe and let it slip from my shoulders, pulling it off completely and setting it onto the ground.
She then stepped into the tub and moved behind me, sliding her hands over my shoulders to rub and knead them first lightly and then deeply.
I let my head roll back and relaxed, enjoying the beginning of what promised to be an incredible evening. After a few minutes of rubbing and massaging me, the young Asian woman dropped one hand to my waist, coaxing me to turn around and face her, while pulling me toward her with the other. Obediently I stepped into the Jacuzzi and settled down, the hot water stinging my flesh slightly as it adjusted to the warmer temperature. When I was covered up to my chest the woman pumped what appeared to be liquid soap into her hands, stepped back so that she was able to sit on the ledge facing me and began caressing her own body, creating trails of tiny suds.
She began at her neck, merely running her palms down across her collarbone and onto her shoulders. She tipped her head back and closed her eyes, making a small 'o' of contentment while she glided down to her breasts, taking time to cover them thoroughly in the slippery liquid. For much longer than necessary she circled her chest, cupping herself fully in each hand so she could coat herself thoroughly in the scented bubbles. When she reached her nipples she wasted no time, rolling them between her forefingers and thumbs while gently squeezing.
My own nipples demanded attention at this brazen display, and so I reached up to caress myself in imitation of my partner, moving directly to my rosy nubs to pinch and twist them while I watched the show before me. I inhaled deeply as my body responded to my touch, the familiar pressure beginning to build inside of me.
Smiling at my act of uninhibited lust the woman moved from her breasts, running her hands down her belly. She avoided her center, instead using each hand to caress one of her thighs, down her calves, all the way to her tiny feet. On her journey back up, just as she was making sure each calf had received the soapy treatment, she slowly began to part her legs, inviting me to view the pink flesh at the core of her body.

The End

Author Information

Nadine Leilani grew up in the middle of the United States, in the middle of the 20th century, in a middle class family. Nadine absorbed sexual repression through the pores as a birthright.

Without words, warnings, or explanations, Nadine knew nudity, genital fondling, getting touched by someone else, and touching another person: BAD!

Through phone calls of long silences, embarrassing dates, never knowing how far to go without calling down the wrath of God, going too far and not far enough, marriage, and divorce.

Now Nadine loves writing about other people searching for sexual liberation.

May you all find it!


Publisher Information

This story has been self-published by the author

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