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    Pretty Puzzle
    Pretty Puzzle
    Pretty Puzzle
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    Pretty Puzzle

    By Selbryth Lannigan

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    He was obsessed with the new data-entry girl. He was 54 and she was 24 and he knew anything other than pure fantasy would lead to disappointment. But then, by accident, he discovers something he'd never imagined, and his fantasies take on a surprising reality.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherSelbryth Lannigan
    Release dateJul 3, 2018
    ISBN9780463084076
    Pretty Puzzle
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    Selbryth Lannigan

    I've been writing fiction since the mid 1980s, both short and long works, and turned to erotic fiction at around the same time. I have published on the Literotica site under the singular name Selbryth and have also sold hundreds of short 'anonymous' pieces to the pulp erotic publications of the time: Letters Magazine and Hustler's Busty Beauties being just two. Focusing on sexuality beyond what some would consider the 'norm', my characters include t-girls (trannies, kathoey, newhalf, shemales, ladyboys) cross-dressers, sissified and transformed males, gays and lesbians, who engage in a variety of fetishes, kinks and sexy hijinks.Though explicitly described, the stories themselves offer an inner dialog which most times borders on the romantic. There is no death, very little violence and hopefully the reader is left feeling good.

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      Pretty Puzzle - Selbryth Lannigan

      Notice of Copyright

      Copyright 2018 by Selbryth Lannigan

      All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the publisher except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

      Printed in the United States of America

      First Printing, 2018

      Disclaimer

      This is a work of fiction and is intended for mature audiences (18+). All characters and other entities appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, dead or alive, or other real-life entities, past or present, is purely coincidental.

      Pretty Puzzle

      Pretty Puzzle

      Nick reached his limit and gushed. He held the image of the sexy young woman in his mind as he jerked and stroked his dick, imagining her naked, barefoot, with her long silky raven hair caught back in a ponytail, her 36 inch boobs swinging as she leaned over on hands and knees, sucking his dick like mad. He felt another flexing undulation and more cum spewed over his working fist, his mind fixed on the girl's slinky 24 inch waist, her 34 inch hips and her legs.

      What legs!

      Sexy, shapely, pale like the rest of her; pale and smooth and silken.

      He squeezed his organ, milking it up and down its length, and he imagined sucking her nipples, large, dark brown, crinkled and stiff. He gasped and she gasped in his mind, but now she was lifting up, her mouth drooling with his cum, lifted her leg so she could slide over on top of him, and the next moment she was straddling him, sinking her hot cunt down over his still-stiff shaft. She began lifting up and pushing down onto his dick, her pussy muscles squeezing just as his hand was now squeezing.

      Up and down, and up and down, faster and faster. She was so anxious, so hot for him, needed him as much as he needed her. She hadn't said it, always avoided his looks, but he knew it; she was showing him her inner feelings with the tightly gripping inner sleeve of her hot, juicy snatch.

      Up, and down.

      Now she was on her back and he was on top of her, between her gorgeous legs, fucking her deeply, all the way into her seething cunt on every stroke; fast and deep, then faster and deeper. He could hear the soft wet sounds of his shaft plunging and pulling and plunging in and out, and in and out.

      He imagined her soft, husky voice pleading with him to fuck her harder, to push it and pull it - Fuck me, Nick! Fuck me - fuck me - fuck me please!

      And now he was pulling out, moving over her. She pushed her huge round boobs together with her hands and he was sliding his cunt-wet dick between them, pulling, pushing. She was writhing beneath him, loving the feeling of his meat shoving through her sweaty cleavage.

      He gasped and came between those fabulous tits, his cum spurting on her throat. She cried out, still feverish, and he knew he needed to bring her off. He moved back, then further, and lay on his front between her spread thighs and began eating her out. He loved her taste, loved how thick and sweet her cunt-juice was. He sucked her pussy, licking out her secretions and his own cum, swallowed, and then reached his tongue out full-length into her and started ramming his head back and forth, using his stiff tongue as a cock.

      She came - hard - and her own cum spurt out into his mouth; girl-cum, her own pent-up secretions. She drenched his face; it dribbled down his chin and throat, but he kept tongue-fucking her harder and faster, gripping her thrashing legs with curling hands while keeping his mouth centered on her lifting pussy.

      And then things began to settle and slow and ease back. He was panting just as desperately as she was. He had brought her to orgasm, had sipped her cunt-juices and guzzled her squirting fluids. Her scent flowed up from her, filled his nose, his mind, his entire world. She smelled of the sea and he'd enjoyed his taste of her.

      Nick caught his breath and let himself calm down. He'd only been at it since he'd arrived home from the office, ten, fifteen minutes ago, but he'd just now spent what felt like an entire hour with the girl, the beautiful girl who worked in data-entry downstairs.

      She'd only just started, her first day just today, but he'd memorized everything he'd seen of her. He couldn't help it; she was just too stunningly beautiful, like a tall, slender supermodel on the cover of some magazine. Gorgeous, sexy beyond belief.

      Almost unreal.

      She'd smiled at him that morning and he'd smiled back. She'd been wearing low heels, no stockings, a knee-length skirt and pretty blouse. Her raven hair was down around her shoulders and she'd turned with a smile and left after delivering the reports. She hadn't flirted or been overly friendly. In fact she'd simply left after putting the binder on his desk, and that was it.

      But he'd memorized her every curve and detail, from her pretty insteps and ankles all the way up to her charming face; the rest of her, the clothed parts, had been left to Nick's imagination.

      Nick sat up in bed now, grabbed tissues and wiped the jiz off his hand and dick; grabbed another clump of tissues to soak up the cum that had soaked into his crotch hair.

      Doris.

      No, Doreen.

      No! It was Danielle - Dani.

      36D-24-34; 5 foot 7; 115 pounds maybe; white as ivory, with huge sparkling brown eyes.

      He got up, shook himself, undid his belt buckle, let his trousers down, and then went on from there, undressing for the day. As he hung his things up he found himself thinking of the girl again.

      It made him smile just remembering that single 30 second glimpse of her. She seemed sweet, gentle, glad to be there, and very friendly. It was an impression that he wanted to keep - for his next erotic journey - but he knew he would never mention it or try to get to know the girl better; not in real life. He liked it as it was - pure fantasy - and even that made him smile.

      Next morning he was at the office earlier than usual, sitting at his desk daydreaming about Dani. He'd had a night-dream and had awakened with a boner that just wouldn't go away; not even after taking his morning pee.

      Something about the girl's hands, how shapely they were, like those model-girls who modeled jewelry. Pretty. Long-fingered, graceful, attractive.

      He had another boner now, thinking about her, remembering part of the dream. Her hands. Her pretty, silken hands. Delicate.

      Now he used his own hands to press his dick down between his thighs until it softened a bit.

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