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  All the stories are available in separate paperback editions

  All stories written by Ethan Radcliff

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  Sexually explicit

  Are your ready for six steamy and arousing alpha romances? This anthology includes Two short erotic series, and two stand-alone novellas. Don’t miss this gem; it is erotic romance like only Ethan Radcliff can deliver.

  The Taming

  Come to me my girl

  Your Master awaits

  Knees for me unfurl

  Give my cock a taste

  You are to me so dear

  My pet, my slave, mine

  I will protect you no fear

  From scathing eyes fine

  Lick me, suck me, until I cum

  Then my pet waits for some

  Release and pleasure you beg

  Maybe today or later I will see

  If my pet gains Master’s degree

  To cum, to shake with wide your legs

  As I allow my slave to cum, gush, her juices

  You belong to me body, soul without excuses

  Copyright© 2014

  Bitten Press and Ethan Radcliff

  The Taming of Molly Jenkins

  Table of Contents

  The Taming of Molly Jenkins

  The Collaring of Molly Jenkins

  The Wait, Britt’s Undoing

  The Magician (Male Escort)

  Tarnished I

  Tarnished II

  The Taming of Molly Jenkins

  Chapter One

  I learned early on, as a man, to enjoy the taste of a woman. My first encounter was with an older woman, my best friend's aunt. I was eighteen, tall and gangly; a late bloomer you could say. She was twenty-five. It was during the summer, and we'd just gone swimming in Tommy’s pool when she came out of his house wearing a tiny white bikini. Large full breasts caught my eye, causing my cock to twinge. I couldn’t help but stare at her cleavage, but my eyes didn’t linger there long. They traveled upward to hers, and a coy sexy smile showed she noticed my interest immediately. I was embarrassed yet excited, and it was hard to hide my growing erection.

  I’d never experienced the way she looked me up and down, from any girl, let alone one I considered a woman. She walked slowly to me, her hips swaying, showing just the perfect amount of jiggle. My damn cock had begun its usual throbbing. When she was next to me, her full delicious tits grazed my arm, as she whispered in my ear.

  "I've got such a wet pussy. How's your tongue, little boy?"

  I took my towel and placed it before me in a hurry. I wanted her. I wanted to lick the shit out of her pussy. My lips tingled at the thought. I was a virgin in so many ways.

  "Meet me in the small pool house in the back. Don't worry, little boy, we'll lock the door."

  Fuck, my brained rang out. Oh, fuck.

  Tommy smiled at me. “Go ahead. She has the hots for you. Her name is Christine, and she has a thing for younger guys. She’s asked about you several times. Ever eat pussy before?” he asked.

  I had known Tommy a long time and could be honest with him. “No, never,” I confessed.

  “Okay. One thing you’re gonna look for is a small nub of swollen skin. You gotta open up her lips and search with your tongue. When you find it, suck it, flick it, and softly bite it. You’ll make her cum.”

  “Cum?”

  “Man, you’re a virgin, aren’t you? Cum, as in give her an orgasm. Easy, trust me. She’s so hot right now; she’s probably rubbing the shit out of herself. That clit of hers will be swollen and easy to find. Have fun.”

  “Okay,” I said, and began to walk toward the pool house.

  “By the way, she’ll repay you by giving you the best blow job you’ve ever had,” he said, smiling broadly.

  A blowjob, I thought, holy shit. My cock jerked and got harder. Fuck, I’d never had anyone but me, touch my dick. Now, this gorgeous woman was gonna suck my cock? I got harder.

  By the time I hit the pool house I had a raging hard on, and it felt amazing. I rubbed my dick through my swimsuit. I wondered what she’d think of my hard, and aching, cock. I’d measured it last year, seven inches. Reading up on sizes, I was above average, and now I’d get a chance to show it off.

  I knocked softly on the door.

  “Come in,” she said, her voice singing to me.

  I opened the door, stood there, and watched as she untied her bathing suit top. Those full tits sprang forth, burning my eyes. My tongue longed to run across those dark pink tips. My mind imagined how they’d feel on my tongue.

  “Close the door, and come here, Russell. I see you can’t take your eyes off these babies. Come to momma. Come suck them,” she said, holding them and jiggling them at me.

  Her thumbs rubbed the tips, and as her nipples became hard. I closed the door, threw the latch, and locked it from the inside. I dropped the towel, displaying the large bulge in my swim shorts.

  “Is that all you? Damn,” she said, “Let me see that cock.”

  I undid the string and let my swimsuit drop to the floor. My damn cock was hard weeping.

  “Mmm, let me taste you,” she said, her voice teasing.

  I walked the short distance to her. She went to her knees, grabbed the cheeks of my as
s, and took my cock into her mouth. It took all my willpower not to shoot off right then. However, I held back

  She let go and spread her soft supple body on one of the chaise lounges in the small pool house. She slid off her bikini bottom to reveal a cleanly shaved pussy. My mouth watered, and my tongue tingled. I wanted to find her clit and make her cum.

  I followed my instincts and settled myself between her legs, spreading them wide. The sight before me weakened me with desire. Her cunt was dark pink and slick. I’d only seen pictures in magazines, but nothing could compare to seeing the real thing. I longed to touch her pussy, stick a finger inside of her. I couldn’t wait to lick her.

  I wanted to taste her, find her clit, and play with it with my tongue. She didn’t seem to mind me spreading her thighs wide. I bent my head down and when I took my first lick, she shuddered. I let my tongue slide inside her, and I got my first real taste of pussy. My cock twinged. The feel of her under my tongue caused a rush that was hard to control.

  Tommy was right; it wasn’t hard to find her clit. When I did, I sucked it between my lips and flicked it with my tongue. Its texture was hard and a bit rough but felt perfect on my tongue. I wanted more. I wanted to feel her nipples on my tongue. I stopped my erotic sucking, moved up to her tits, and sucked on one nipple then the other. Their rough texture was euphoric and made my cock even harder. She urged me on.

  “Oh, please, Russell, I need to cum,” she pleaded.

  I obeyed, spreading her legs wide again and delved into her pussy, sucking her to one massive orgasm. Her body shuddered, and her juices ran down my chin. I then licked her clean. I sucked her swollen clit and she held my head. Her hips moved even closer, and she let out another high-pitched screech.

  “I’m cuming again.”

  I didn’t let up until her heart stopped pounding and her body relaxed. I laid my head on her flat soft belly and kissed her. She ran her fingers through my hair. Eating her pussy had me at a great disadvantage. My cock was hurting from all the excitement.

  Finally she spoke, “Your turn, Russell. You’re a good boy; now let me show you how good I am.”

  She stood and had me sit on the chaise. She knelt before my hard cock and used her hands to rub me up and down, and the skin around my cock further aided in my arousal. She took me in her mouth again, and I closed my eyes.

  I had jerked off too many times to count. That day I chucked my juices like I’d never chucked them before. She didn’t waste a drop as she sucked and licked me clean.

  I was hooked. I wanted more. My six-foot slender frame filled in by the following year, and my dark hair, hazel eyes, and clear skin served me well. By seventeen, I had a five o’clock shadow that aged me considerably. My good-sized cock, my desire to please and be pleased, helped me. Russell Bennett had come into my own.

  Chapter Two

  I’d become an expert at bringing women to orgasm. But my education didn’t stop there. Sexually, I became adventurous, needy and I lost count of the women I’d fucked. However, I was smart, considerate, and made sure I practiced safe sex. For the few long-term relationships I had, I insisted on testing, we could enjoy each other to the fullest.

  By the time, I was twenty-eight I had begun looking seriously, at each woman I dated, as a potential life partner. I had a traditional family upbringing, mother, father, and two sisters. I loved kids and wanted a family. However, as my sister point out, I’d grown too fussy, when it came to women.

  Then one evening, while I was out with friends, my eyes settled on a gorgeous brunette a few tables from me. She was dressed in black and gave off an air of mystery. I was drawn to her every movement, each one fluid and graceful. She wore her dark hair back in a tight bun displaying a face that was classically beautiful. To add to the allure, she wore red lipstick on her full amazing lips.

  After a while, it became obvious that I was staring at her. She turned and smiled. It was a knowing smile and a confident one, a smile with a hint of sarcasm.

  She turned away from me, surprising me with her arrogance. She ignored me and I didn't like it. Women usually paid attention when I set my sights on them. It was my old friend Tommy, who broke the spell. “Hey, Russell, time to order.”

  His voice jolted me back. “I’ll have the prime rib, medium well, a baked potato, broccoli, and a glass of house red.”

  “Russell, snap out of it. You’ve been staring at that woman for the last few minutes. She may be out of your league.”

  “Sorry, but she caught my attention,” I told him, sipping the ice water the waiter had brought each of us.

  His wife, Cindy, smiled and said, “She’s very sexy and mysterious. She reminds me of a boss I once had. She was a Madame, a Domme; the woman had a dungeon in her basement. She scared the hell out of me.”

  That piqued my interest.

  “I find that interesting,” I said smiling.

  “You do know that there is a new book out, it’s all the rage. It’s about a guy, who is a little warped, and likes to tie up his women and dominate them. This story even makes being spanked exciting.”

  I shook my head. “Cindy that’s a book.” I then looked to Tommy. “You better watch her,” I said joked. He just kept on eating.

  I’ll admit I enjoyed sexual games and loved spanking a woman’s pretty, plump ass. However, I knew that Cindy was referring to BDSM and it wasn’t my style. “What makes you think that stunning brunette is into that lifestyle?”

  “She looks the type, you know, dark and mysterious. But then, what do I know.” Cindy added as she drank her wine.

  The dark, haired, beauty, turned my way again. This this time she gave me a come-hither smile. There was no mistaking it. I wasn’t passing up an opportunity. I raised my glass of red and nodded to her. She smiled back, nodding. I caught the waiter’s attention.

  “Could you please take the gorgeous, dark haired lady and her company a bottle of one of your finest house reds?”

  It took a simple nod of my head for her to accept my offer. She then turned to talk to the man and a woman she was sitting with. When the bottle was delivered, then poured, the three of them gestured a toast and held up their glasses. Of course, Tommy had something to say.

  “You went and did it. You sent them wine. I was wondering how long it would take you.”

  “You honestly thought I’d pass up an opportunity to meet her?”

  Cindy interjected. “She is lovely, but doesn’t seem your type. You like them young and unseasoned. She looks like she can handle a whip better than most.”

  I laughed. She had a point, and the thought was arousing. I envisioned her in black leather. “Ah, Cindy, Tommy better be careful or you’ll have him tied up before he knows it.”

  “It’s not that I haven’t tried, Russell.” She giggled and grabbed her husband’s arm.

  From the time Tommy met Cindy, I adored her. The voluptuous blonde could make any man’s cock stand at attention. Even after two kids and a few extra pounds, she turned heads. I had to laugh. So much for the thin willowy blondes who starved themselves. She had curves, and I had fantasized about licking each one of them. Yeah, Cindy had passed my test and with flying colors. I’d eat her pussy any day.

  When dinner came, we talked quietly about Tommy’s upcoming promotion to Lieutenant with the NYPD. He joked, “I’m getting a substantial raise in pay, and maybe I’ll buy dinner every so often.” Cindy playfully pinched his arm then smiled at me.

  Me, I was a self-made man and owned my own landscaping business. I started out mowing lawns and making quite a few women happy. Those were the days that I spent time with deprived married women. Of course, my tongue and cock got a good workout each time. I remembered one mousy little thing−she experienced her first orgasm with me. Her husband never went down on her, he just mounted her and with very little foreplay.

  When I pulled down my jeans, her eyes bulged out of her head. She was down on her knees and sucked my cock as if she hadn’t had a meal in months. She gave me one of the be
st blowjobs I’d ever had.

  Now, that I have a very successful business. I no longer fuck every housewife I work for. Instead, I have my pick of beautiful, rich, sophisticated women, whose husbands kept them as trophies. Some things never really changed.

  I was getting tired of fucking someone else’s woman. I wanted one of my own. I’d had two serious, long-term relationships, and they’d failed. I needed a woman who kept my interest, one who would never bore me.

  My eyes honed in on the amazing, dark, and beautiful woman once again. Cindy was right. She wasn’t my typical kind of woman. Damn, from the looks of her, she’d be quite a conquest.

  My cock twinged at the thought of spreading her thighs and burying my face in her cunt. I wanted to hear her scream my name. I wanted my tongue to experience those tiny contractions as her juices increased with her orgasm. The taste of a woman, it was one I craved, enjoyed, and it made me hard. I pitied the man who’d never tasted the tart saltiness, the slick warm juice, or the gush of a woman who squirted her orgasm. Then there was the reciprocation; there was nothing quite like an appreciative woman.

  I’d also fucked my share of asses. Some women liked it better in the forbidden zone, as they rubbed their clits. I learned some women were experts at making a man cum. The first time one put a finger up my ass, I came hard. Then there were the ones who could teabag better than most, and I loved my balls sucked.

  So far, it had all been about sex. I came close to love once, but that soon faded and became a distant memory. I found now, I wanted more. But at the moment, I wanted the mysterious brunette, who sat across from me. I had to admit, with her, it was all about the sex. My cock was becoming hard at the thought of being with her. It was Cindy, who broke through my erotic daydream.

  “Russell, snap out of it. I’m amazed at your reaction each time you see a new conquest. But with that woman, you may have met your match.”

  I took Cindy’s slender hand in mine. “My love, there is no match when it comes to me. You should know that by now. She may look mysterious, sexy, and untouchable, but I assure you she’ll be on her knees before I’m through with her.”