Pegged To Order (pegging femdom erotica)
It's time to turn the tables on a domineering boss -- and Marie Wedgewood is the woman to do it. Join Marie as she leads her restaurant's head chef firmly and forcefully into the world of pegging, and prepare for a few surprises as two eager male Sex Inspectors join in to further shock the chef! By the climax, he'll be truly rocked...and served up just right, Pegged To Order.
This 4500-word story contains explicit descriptions of anal and oral sex, including pegging, deepthroating, and multiple partners; expect graphic F/M and M/M/M/F encounters. This material is intended for mature audiences only!
*** This story also appears in Ellie Saxx's "Lovers' Feast," which contains the complete Marie Wedgewood trilogy! ***
Excerpt (Adult content below. Mature audiences only):
I could come up with quite a few things I wanted to do to Stack. He was your standard tall, dark, and handsome chef – wide chest, beautiful arms, and an ass you wanted to grab on to forever. Well-built but lean after years of marathon nights in the kitchen...but I digress.
Most importantly, I was getting tired of being an item on the Chez Galois menu. Don’t get me wrong: the random encounters were utterly amazing. I simply wanted the power to chart my own course. I’d never drifted for a man before. I always caused the drifting, and I missed watching the effects of my specific brand of sexual gravity. I was proud of myself, proud of my body, and I didn’t like the way I was shying away from my own desires just because Stack could melt me inside with a quick, appraising glance.
Enter the inspection team. See, what I learned after enough time at Chez Galois was that this wasn’t some one-off restaurant-cum-brothel. It was part of a national chain of high-class “custom dining experience” restaurants catering to nymphomaniacs much like me. Every year a group of Sex Inspectors assigned one facility a Triple Diamond Rating based on a staff’s overall sexual prowess. Stack and Chez Galois had never even made the finals of the competition.
Until the year I worked there, that is. I like to think that the quiet man with the gigantic penis recommended me after my stellar effort accommodating him on the dessert cart.
On the day things got flipped, the Sex Inspectors were setting up shop for the final examination in our largest private dining room. They’d already reviewed our facilities and the staff’s portfolios and comment cards.
What they needed next was something that had Stack stalking the kitchen nervously. This year’s Triple Diamond winner would be the restaurant whose head chef performed most admirably in a sexual encounter arranged in front of the 10-member inspection panel. Specific encounters were assigned at random.
Our encounter was called “Head Chef a La Rotisserie.” Specifically, he was going to get pegged. By me. In the fine print, there was a single secondary requirement. “The head chef of a Triple Diamond facility must exhibit superior mastery of ingredients,” the instructions read, “no matter what the circumstances. This includes the ability to generate fresh, high-quality semen at will. Samples will be required.”
We were ten minutes away from taking the floor. Stack looked worried as I turned a pink PVC harness over in my hands. It was a g-string, more or less, with a notch to lock a dildo into place. The dildo itself, all ten solid inches of it, was on the counter. It was bright purple and had a pleasing shape – wide head, thick shaft, veins and ridges that would provide extra stimulation. That’s what Stack was eyeballing.
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This 4500-word story contains explicit descriptions of anal and oral sex, including pegging, deepthroating, and multiple partners; expect graphic F/M and M/M/M/F encounters. This material is intended for mature audiences only!
*** This story also appears in Ellie Saxx's "Lovers' Feast," which contains the complete Marie Wedgewood trilogy! ***
Excerpt (Adult content below. Mature audiences only):
I could come up with quite a few things I wanted to do to Stack. He was your standard tall, dark, and handsome chef – wide chest, beautiful arms, and an ass you wanted to grab on to forever. Well-built but lean after years of marathon nights in the kitchen...but I digress.
Most importantly, I was getting tired of being an item on the Chez Galois menu. Don’t get me wrong: the random encounters were utterly amazing. I simply wanted the power to chart my own course. I’d never drifted for a man before. I always caused the drifting, and I missed watching the effects of my specific brand of sexual gravity. I was proud of myself, proud of my body, and I didn’t like the way I was shying away from my own desires just because Stack could melt me inside with a quick, appraising glance.
Enter the inspection team. See, what I learned after enough time at Chez Galois was that this wasn’t some one-off restaurant-cum-brothel. It was part of a national chain of high-class “custom dining experience” restaurants catering to nymphomaniacs much like me. Every year a group of Sex Inspectors assigned one facility a Triple Diamond Rating based on a staff’s overall sexual prowess. Stack and Chez Galois had never even made the finals of the competition.
Until the year I worked there, that is. I like to think that the quiet man with the gigantic penis recommended me after my stellar effort accommodating him on the dessert cart.
On the day things got flipped, the Sex Inspectors were setting up shop for the final examination in our largest private dining room. They’d already reviewed our facilities and the staff’s portfolios and comment cards.
What they needed next was something that had Stack stalking the kitchen nervously. This year’s Triple Diamond winner would be the restaurant whose head chef performed most admirably in a sexual encounter arranged in front of the 10-member inspection panel. Specific encounters were assigned at random.
Our encounter was called “Head Chef a La Rotisserie.” Specifically, he was going to get pegged. By me. In the fine print, there was a single secondary requirement. “The head chef of a Triple Diamond facility must exhibit superior mastery of ingredients,” the instructions read, “no matter what the circumstances. This includes the ability to generate fresh, high-quality semen at will. Samples will be required.”
We were ten minutes away from taking the floor. Stack looked worried as I turned a pink PVC harness over in my hands. It was a g-string, more or less, with a notch to lock a dildo into place. The dildo itself, all ten solid inches of it, was on the counter. It was bright purple and had a pleasing shape – wide head, thick shaft, veins and ridges that would provide extra stimulation. That’s what Stack was eyeballing.
Pegged To Order (pegging femdom erotica)
It's time to turn the tables on a domineering boss -- and Marie Wedgewood is the woman to do it. Join Marie as she leads her restaurant's head chef firmly and forcefully into the world of pegging, and prepare for a few surprises as two eager male Sex Inspectors join in to further shock the chef! By the climax, he'll be truly rocked...and served up just right, Pegged To Order.
This 4500-word story contains explicit descriptions of anal and oral sex, including pegging, deepthroating, and multiple partners; expect graphic F/M and M/M/M/F encounters. This material is intended for mature audiences only!
*** This story also appears in Ellie Saxx's "Lovers' Feast," which contains the complete Marie Wedgewood trilogy! ***
Excerpt (Adult content below. Mature audiences only):
I could come up with quite a few things I wanted to do to Stack. He was your standard tall, dark, and handsome chef – wide chest, beautiful arms, and an ass you wanted to grab on to forever. Well-built but lean after years of marathon nights in the kitchen...but I digress.
Most importantly, I was getting tired of being an item on the Chez Galois menu. Don’t get me wrong: the random encounters were utterly amazing. I simply wanted the power to chart my own course. I’d never drifted for a man before. I always caused the drifting, and I missed watching the effects of my specific brand of sexual gravity. I was proud of myself, proud of my body, and I didn’t like the way I was shying away from my own desires just because Stack could melt me inside with a quick, appraising glance.
Enter the inspection team. See, what I learned after enough time at Chez Galois was that this wasn’t some one-off restaurant-cum-brothel. It was part of a national chain of high-class “custom dining experience” restaurants catering to nymphomaniacs much like me. Every year a group of Sex Inspectors assigned one facility a Triple Diamond Rating based on a staff’s overall sexual prowess. Stack and Chez Galois had never even made the finals of the competition.
Until the year I worked there, that is. I like to think that the quiet man with the gigantic penis recommended me after my stellar effort accommodating him on the dessert cart.
On the day things got flipped, the Sex Inspectors were setting up shop for the final examination in our largest private dining room. They’d already reviewed our facilities and the staff’s portfolios and comment cards.
What they needed next was something that had Stack stalking the kitchen nervously. This year’s Triple Diamond winner would be the restaurant whose head chef performed most admirably in a sexual encounter arranged in front of the 10-member inspection panel. Specific encounters were assigned at random.
Our encounter was called “Head Chef a La Rotisserie.” Specifically, he was going to get pegged. By me. In the fine print, there was a single secondary requirement. “The head chef of a Triple Diamond facility must exhibit superior mastery of ingredients,” the instructions read, “no matter what the circumstances. This includes the ability to generate fresh, high-quality semen at will. Samples will be required.”
We were ten minutes away from taking the floor. Stack looked worried as I turned a pink PVC harness over in my hands. It was a g-string, more or less, with a notch to lock a dildo into place. The dildo itself, all ten solid inches of it, was on the counter. It was bright purple and had a pleasing shape – wide head, thick shaft, veins and ridges that would provide extra stimulation. That’s what Stack was eyeballing.
This 4500-word story contains explicit descriptions of anal and oral sex, including pegging, deepthroating, and multiple partners; expect graphic F/M and M/M/M/F encounters. This material is intended for mature audiences only!
*** This story also appears in Ellie Saxx's "Lovers' Feast," which contains the complete Marie Wedgewood trilogy! ***
Excerpt (Adult content below. Mature audiences only):
I could come up with quite a few things I wanted to do to Stack. He was your standard tall, dark, and handsome chef – wide chest, beautiful arms, and an ass you wanted to grab on to forever. Well-built but lean after years of marathon nights in the kitchen...but I digress.
Most importantly, I was getting tired of being an item on the Chez Galois menu. Don’t get me wrong: the random encounters were utterly amazing. I simply wanted the power to chart my own course. I’d never drifted for a man before. I always caused the drifting, and I missed watching the effects of my specific brand of sexual gravity. I was proud of myself, proud of my body, and I didn’t like the way I was shying away from my own desires just because Stack could melt me inside with a quick, appraising glance.
Enter the inspection team. See, what I learned after enough time at Chez Galois was that this wasn’t some one-off restaurant-cum-brothel. It was part of a national chain of high-class “custom dining experience” restaurants catering to nymphomaniacs much like me. Every year a group of Sex Inspectors assigned one facility a Triple Diamond Rating based on a staff’s overall sexual prowess. Stack and Chez Galois had never even made the finals of the competition.
Until the year I worked there, that is. I like to think that the quiet man with the gigantic penis recommended me after my stellar effort accommodating him on the dessert cart.
On the day things got flipped, the Sex Inspectors were setting up shop for the final examination in our largest private dining room. They’d already reviewed our facilities and the staff’s portfolios and comment cards.
What they needed next was something that had Stack stalking the kitchen nervously. This year’s Triple Diamond winner would be the restaurant whose head chef performed most admirably in a sexual encounter arranged in front of the 10-member inspection panel. Specific encounters were assigned at random.
Our encounter was called “Head Chef a La Rotisserie.” Specifically, he was going to get pegged. By me. In the fine print, there was a single secondary requirement. “The head chef of a Triple Diamond facility must exhibit superior mastery of ingredients,” the instructions read, “no matter what the circumstances. This includes the ability to generate fresh, high-quality semen at will. Samples will be required.”
We were ten minutes away from taking the floor. Stack looked worried as I turned a pink PVC harness over in my hands. It was a g-string, more or less, with a notch to lock a dildo into place. The dildo itself, all ten solid inches of it, was on the counter. It was bright purple and had a pleasing shape – wide head, thick shaft, veins and ridges that would provide extra stimulation. That’s what Stack was eyeballing.
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| BN ID: | 2940014013307 |
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| Publisher: | Ellie Saxx |
| Publication date: | 02/10/2012 |
| Sold by: | Barnes & Noble |
| Format: | eBook |
| File size: | 17 KB |
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