Sin City Sweethearts

Lisabet Sarai

© Copyright 2019 Lisabet Sarai

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This is a work of fiction. Names, places, characters and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, organizations, events or locales is entirely coincidental. All sexually active characters in this work are 18 years of age or older.

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Contents

Introduction by Larry Archer

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty One

Chapter Twenty Two

About the Author

Excerpt from House Party by Larry Archer

Blurb for Hot Brides in Vegas

Another one for you, Dacy!

With sincere thanks to Larry, Belinda and K

for your suggestions and support. I love you all.

Introduction

Lisabet Sarai has proven once again that she writes unbelievably great erotica and has somehow managed to cram an explicit sex scene on virtually every page. Sin City Sweethearts is one of those stories, which will require oven mitts to hold your reader or cell phone.

Sin City Sweethearts is the third in Lisabet’s Vegas Babes series, which she has spun off from the characters in Larry Archer’s Foxy and Larry series. Except Lisabet has put her own twist on the characters to portray them in different and exciting ways.

I was intrigued when Lisabet Sarai originally asked if I would mind if she wrote a story based upon the characters who hang out at The Fox’s Den, an outrageous strip club in Las Vegas that features in many of my books.

After reading a number of Lisabet’s erotic stories, I knew that it would be hot and great reading. Each story in the series has built on the previous one, and Sin City Sweethearts is even more erotic than the previous books, as hard as that is to imagine.

Erotica written by a woman, especially one with a dirty mind like Lisabet, is different from those written by a man. I love reading her erotica and know that you will also.

For those of you who’ve read erotica by Larry Archer, you know that I’m the reason smut has a nasty reputation! I write what is colloquially known as stroke erotica except with a plot. Let’s be honest, we read erotica to be stimulated, and there is no reason to wait until the final chapter for someone to get laid.

Now when you take stroke erotica written by someone with a kinky mind like Lisabet, then you have real smut on your hands. Trust me, after reading Sin City Sweethearts, you’ll want to run out and buy yourself a new raincoat and hang out at the park with the rest of the pervs!

While trying not to give away too much of the plot line and be a spoiler, I’d like to let you get your beak wet just a little.

Newlyweds Annie and Ted in Sin City Sweethearts first met at The Fox’s Den, in Hot Brides in Vegas, where Annie, a grad student at University of Nevada, had entered an amateur erotic dancing contest to help fund her tuition. Ted was visiting Vegas for his best friend Jake’s wedding. The guys’ stag night adventures naturally brought them to the hottest strip club in town. Little did they know that the bride and her girlfriends had entered the strip competition as well.

That night ended up being one of the wildest of their lives, for every one of the characters in the story.

Fast forward to Sin City Sweethearts. Ted has moved to Las Vegas, into Annie’s apartment which they rent from a horny hippie couple introduced in the second story, More Brides in Vegas. Now to top it off, we have two college coeds who’ve rented the downstairs apartment and are also determined to expand their knowledge of erotic behavior.

From the very first page, you will find one sex scene after another, each one more outrageous and erotic than the previous. Lisabet has managed to throw in virtually every kink known to man. Yet they are woven together and blend seamlessly.

Get ready for a great read and remember to use lube to avoid friction burns!

~ Larry Archer

Chapter One

God, I hate moving. Annie paused halfway up the external staircase and propped the heavy box on her knee so she could mop the sweat from her face. Especially in the middle of August.

What are you complaining about? I’m the one who’s moving! Ted grinned up at his new wife, particularly delectable today in tiny jean shorts and a tee shirt cut off just below her breasts. From the ground below, he had a fantastic view of her butt cheeks swelling out from the tight denim. Perspiration glued her top to her skin, revealing her perky nipples to anyone who cared to look. And Ted never got tired of looking at his lovely Annie. His cock hardened inside his own shorts as he hefted a crate of books onto his shoulder and followed her up to the deck outside the loft apartment. Maybe he could convince her to take a bit of a break. They’d been working for more than an hour, emptying his car and hauling his worldly possessions up the stairs. They deserved a reward.

The interior was blessedly cool by comparison to the outside. Annie surveyed the boxes stacked in the middle of the living room floor, her hands on her ample hips and her forehead creased in a frown.

She shook her head. Where in the world are we going to put all this stuff?

Don’t worry. We’ll manage. Ted added his box to the disorderly pile. Just be glad I don’t have any furniture! He slipped his arms around her waist, pulled her ripe body to his, and buried his face in her hair. Mmm, he murmured. You smell amazing, baby.

Yuck. I feel like I need an hour-long shower. I’m soaked.

Just the way I like you, Annie-belle. He rubbed his aching dick against her bare midriff, then squirmed his hand into her waistband to stroke her damp skin. The tight shorts made it difficult to maneuver, but he managed to worm his way down to the top edge of her bush.

She gasped when he brushed a finger tip over the springy curls. He took advantage of her open mouth to thrust his tongue inside. Far from resisting, Annie sealed her eager mouth to his, sucking hungrily as if his tongue were his cock.

The notion made him harder still. He had to get these damn shorts off her before he exploded. Turn around, baby, he urged, releasing her long enough for her to comply.

Supporting her weight on the couch back, she arched her back to present her glorious ass. Ted almost lost it right there. Struggling for control, he peeled her sweaty shorts down to bare those magic globes. The garment got stuck halfway down her thighs.

Damn!

Annie tried to spread her legs, with little success. Never mind—just fuck me! She reached behind her, grabbed her rear cheeks and held them open, showing off her glistening, rose-colored cleft. Pussy juice dripped onto her fingers. Come on! she moaned. I want your cock.

He didn’t need a second invitation. He yanked the elastic on his shorts down below his balls to release his swollen dick and rammed it into her drenched pussy.

Ahh! His rough entrance forced a yelp from her throat. He pulled back, thinking to give her some relief, but she clenched her inner muscles around his shaft in an attempt to keep him inside her. He obliged, reversing his retreat, driving his rampant cock as deep as it would go.

Oooh! she wailed.

You okay? he asked, gritting his teeth against the sensations boiling in his balls. He wanted so much to come, to empty his jizz into the snatch that gripped him like a velvet glove. But his Annie deserved a climax, too.

She didn’t answer in words, but the way she writhed on his pole told him what he needed to know. Each time he thrust, she rolled her hips backward, trying for even deeper penetration. Her firm, full buttocks mashed against his groin. Wet heat engulfed him. Her musky scent rose around them, mingling with the tang of his own sweat. He hammered her cunt hard, again and again, giving his lover what he knew she wanted.

His hands were on her waist, holding her steady as he drilled into her. The half-discarded shorts turned her thighs into a delicious straitjacket, slick skin pressing against his shaft on each backward stroke. The tightness was sweet agony, almost too intense, but it also helped him to hold off coming. Still, he didn’t think he could last much longer.

Leaning forward, across Annie’s back, he licked at her earlobe. Come for me, baby, he murmured. Come all over my fat cock.

She moaned and bucked against him. Probably she needed his fingers on her clit, but with her thighs forced together, that was close to impossible.

Desperate, a breath away from shooting, he reached around to cup her breasts. He palmed the sweet mounds of flesh—the perfect size for his big hands—and squeezed both nipples, mimicking what he would have done with her clit.

Fuck! she yelled, clamping down on his dick like a vise. Her body shuddered as a climax took her. New wetness flooded her snatch. He let go, grinding his bursting cock against her cervix. Annie released a choked cry and shuddered again, a second orgasm sweeping through her. Cum erupted from his cock in huge spurts. He pulled out to paint white loops across her naked butt, the way she’d said she liked. His lusty bride moaned and jerked as the cum met her skin, tumbling into yet another climax.

Exhausted at last, Annie collapsed face down on the sofa. Ted crumpled to his knees, his body draped across her back. Gradually their breathing returned to normal.

Annie recovered first. Wow! she murmured, struggling against his weight to roll over. Ted moved quickly to give her the space she needed. She lay back on the sofa, arms spread wide, juice and jizz still dripping from her exposed pussy, and gave him a beatific smile. Thank you! That was amazing.

Yeah, Ted agreed. Totally amazing. He sprawled on the floor, propped up against the couch, his limp cock dangling outside his shorts. I love being married to you. She was so adorable. He wanted to kiss her. He wanted to fuck her again. He glanced down at his belly, smeared with some of the cum he’d spurted onto her ass. Maybe we do need a shower, though.

But your things—we’re not done—

A loud knock on the door interrupted her protest. Glancing behind them, Ted realized with a shock that they’d never closed it.

Hey, Annie? Are you inside? The voice was familiar.

It’s Joel! Annie struggled, with zero success, to pull up her sweat-and-cum drenched shorts.

Shit! said Ted, rushing to hide his dick.

Annie? A grizzled head peered in the door. "Ah, you are here."

Annie’s landlord stepped into the cluttered room. His eyes sparkled behind his wireframe glasses when he noticed her state of undress. A grin twitched at his lips as he breathed in a lungful of the sex-scented air. "Sorry, I didn’t realize you were busy…"

He tugged at his graying ponytail, looking slightly embarrassed—but only slightly. Joel was no prude. Ted remembered sharing Annie’s friend Laura with him—and several other guys—at the party before his and Annie’s wedding.

Given their history, there was no reason for Ted to feel shy. After all, they’d double-dicked the same woman. Not to mention the fact that Joel’s wife Miranda had joined in the generous pussy-licking the girls had bestowed on Annie. Nevertheless, Ted wanted to sink through the floor. He still hadn’t completely reconciled his attitudes with his actions.

Once an accountant, always an accountant, he thought. Guess it takes more than one or two orgies to loosen me up.

Annie, in contrast, seemed remarkably comfortable. Hi, Joel. We were just taking a break from the back-breaking task of getting Ted moved in. Once she got to her feet, she managed to wrestle her shorts back up around her waist. What’s up?

Joel chuckled and cupped his groin. After that display of your feminine charms?

Ted glowered.

Annie laid a gentle hand on his arm. Don’t tease, Joel.

The older man laughed again. Sorry. We finally found tenants for the downstairs unit. I thought you’d want to meet them.

Several years previous, to cut their carbon footprint, Joel and Miranda had decided to get rid of both their cars. Now they walked, biked or ride-shared. Meanwhile, they’d converted their three-car garage to residential use. Annie had lived in the upstairs apartment for more than a year, at a very favorable rent. She’d told Ted that Joel and Miranda were almost like surrogate parents. Of course, that had been before the wedding party.

The older couple apparently had trouble finding someone to rent the lower floor, which Annie said had less space overall, and fewer windows. She’d suggested they advertise at the university, which was less than a mile away. It seemed that suggestion had borne fruit.

That’s fantastic! Annie replied. Are they students?

The aging hippie nodded. About to be freshmen at UNLV. He licked his lips. Fresh seems an appropriate term for them, too. Come on down when you’re ready, and I’ll introduce you.

Joel ducked out of the room. Ted heard his footsteps descending the stairs. He rolled his eyes. What a lecher! he exclaimed.

Oh, lighten up, Ted! He’s no more of a lecher than you are.

Ted gave her a deliberately brazen once-over. Her auburn hair was an unruly mess of curls. Her shirt barely hid her tits. She reeked of pussy. His dick began to get stiff again.

He swept her into a fervent kiss, one hand groping her breasts, the other feeling up her ass. Maybe I’m a lecher, too, he commented when he finally let her go. But if I am, it’s your fault.

Just like a man, she said with a giggle. Never taking responsibility! C’mon, let’s go meet our new neighbors.

Shouldn’t we shower? Or change?

She shook her head. I think we want them to understand who we really are, Ted.

As they made their way to ground level, he wondered just what she meant by that.

Joel and Miranda had a nice patio, protected by a sun canopy. The landlord sat in the shade, talking to two young women. All three of them stood as Ted and Annie approached.

Madeleine and Marcella, this is Annie and Ted.

Ted’s cock, already half hard, turned to stone in an instant. Facing him were two of the most gorgeous creatures he’d ever seen.

The taller one—Madeleine, if he’d followed Joel’s introduction correctly—had rich chocolate-brown hair in a thick plait over her shoulder. Her flawless skin was lightly tanned. Slender and lithe, with modest but mouth-watering breasts and long, shapely legs, she reminded him of some forest nymph. Though she wore no make-up, thick lashes fringed her dark eyes and natural pink tinged her full mouth. Her tank top