A naughty short for naughty boys...

Introducing a new author from Sloan Publishing, Dudley Dare! Mr. Dare has written a ridiculous and delicious erotic tale, in which Jerry Dee is drawn into the erotic web of his buddy’s lesbian daughter. Read it for free on Kindle Unlimited today!

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Strange things are always happening to Jeremiah Dee, and in extremely naughty ways. He'd love to lead a quiet, simple life, but an erotic curse makes that impossible. In this misadventure, he's pulled into the orbit of his friend's daughter, Sophie. Sophie's never been attracted to a man before, but after a surprise break-up with her girlfriend she's in the mood for a change. Curious about the male body, she asks Jeremiah if he can teach her how to please a man. Jerry knows he should say no, but the beautiful lesbian is the subject of his guiltiest fantasies!

EXCERPT:

"Show me what it's like to be with a man," she said.

"But--"

"I don't mind the way you smell," she interrupted. "Like, girls smell good. Men don't. Sometimes Erin's shampoo was enough to make me wet. Lately, when you come over, your smell..." My cock jumped inside my jeans. Sophie pulled back her hand like it was burned, then balled her fingers into a fist. "I've never been with a man," she said. "Not ever."

"You're young," I said.

"Erin wasn't my first."

"You're too young for me."

"I thought guys liked that."

"Sophie, there isn't much about you I don't like. That's not the point."

"You said you can tell when someone's lying. I know you are. You're trying to talk me out of this but I'm telling you I want to. Am I wrong? Am I wrong to trust you?"

"Of course you can."

"Are you seeing anyone right now?"

"Well, no," I stammered, "but--" I couldn't believe it. I was 46-years-old and Sophie was tripping me up like a Harvard-trained lawyer.

"I don't want you to be my boyfriend," she said. "I'm not crazy. I just want you to help me. It'll be like...like homework? An assignment."

I sank back into my seat, clutching my face in my hands. "Oh, God, if only it was that easy."

She leaned over. "It is," she said. "I didn't think I'd have to persuade you this much."

I shook my head. "A few years ago and you'd be right. These days, I try to be more careful about who I go to bed with."

She shivered. "I don't, um... I'm not saying I want to go to bed with you, exactly."

I frowned. "That's what it sounds like."

She laughed. The laugh was timid, nervous, quavering. "I kind of just want to...to see it. To see what the fuss is about. Erin and I used straps sometimes but I've never..." She glanced over her shoulder, into the vacant alley. "Could you show me right now?"

"What?" I blurted. "In the fucking alley?"

She blushed a light vermillion. "Maybe if you showed me and I got too grossed out, that would snap me out of it. You know?"

"I know that indecent exposure is a misdemeanor in Rhode Island--a felony if you do it twice."

Sophie showed me all her teeth with her next smile. "Oh, I think just the one time will be enough. Don't you?"

She was so cute that I gave the matter serious consideration. My cock was now so hard that it would be a relief to pull it out of my pants. But what then?

"I shouldn't be here," I sighed. "If it wasn't for this curse, I might be home eating pot roast with a woman your mother's age right now."

Sophie leaned over the center console and tentatively stroked my arm. "You think you're cursed to get hit on by bi-curious coeds? Tell me the truth, Mr. Dee. Would you really rather be eating my mom's pot roast right now..." as she spoke, she ran her fingertip gently over my zipper, "or would you rather be right here, right now, with me?"

"You shouldn't call me that."

"Mr. Dee?" she whispered in my ear. "I thought you liked it when I called you Mister Dee." Her small fingers slipped into the zipper lining. "As in, 'Pleeeeeeease, Mr. Dee?'" She raised her voice to a girlish lisp. "I can keep a secret, Mr. Dee. I promise I won't tell mommy...or daddy."

I groaned as she undid the button and drew the zipper down. She spread the jeans open, then gasped at the wet spot in my boxers. "Oh! You're excited!" she said.

"Yeah," I grunted.

Trembling, her fingers parted the damp slit. She gave another gasp as my fat, scarlet cockhead pushed free. "Jesus," she whispered. "It's like an alien!"

I was past the point of caring about indecent exposure. I yanked my boxers the rest of the way down, let my naked shaft cruise forward and glisten beneath the street lamps. The engorged shaft was a dark tan, almost purple in the evening light. The veins just beneath the surface pulsated with my hot blood--the same blood screaming in my ears. I was so hard that my root felt like a knotted bundle of high-tension wires strung between my scrotum and navel. At Sophie's next gasp, my whole penis throbbed. The vein swelled from the base to the crown.

Sophie examined my member from the few angles available between the console and the steering column. "Is that for me?" she asked. "Are you hard because of me or does it just do that?"

"It's you," I grunted.

She gazed up, so shy and still so naughty. "Can I touch it?"

"You shouldn't."

"Oh," she said, as if that settled it. Then she shot me her mischievous smirk. "Please, Mr. Dee?" she teased. "Pleeeease?"

I leaned into my headrest as Sophie's little hands descended on my prick. "Oh, you dirty little tease," I growled. "You love this, don't you?"

"I don't know if I love it," she replied, "but I do like seeing you squirm." Her fingers, so cautious and warm, made my shaft bulge again. "Wow. I think maybe I can see the attraction. It's gross but...if it did that inside me..." She ran the pad of her thumb over my moist slit. "You're leaking."

"Very funny," I said.

She looked directly at me, no trace of humor in her expression. "I'm leaking, too," she said.