Can you get paid to teach a woman how to masturbate? Alison and her new girlfriend, Moriah, find out that yes, you sure as hell can. It’s like this: After a homemade porno of Moriah jilling-off to a bone-shattering orgasm accidentally got posted to the internet, hundreds of women responded with emails asking for help in achieving orgasmic release. Who knew so many women don’t know how their lady parts work?
After successfully teaching one young woman how to come, Alison and Moriah take their show on the road. The name of their new enterprise is Come Again. In book four of Alison’s Erotic Adventures, these two beautiful, sexy and insatiable women fulfill their version of the American dream: making house calls to teach women how to masturbate. [FF, FFF, explicit erotica, squirting, masturbation, ménage, BDSM]
Excerpt: I ran my hand down Moriah’s face, tracing a line along her cheek, her chin, and down her throat. I wound my hand around her neck and took her mouth again, my tongue darting past her lips as my other hand traced the outline of her breasts. I stroked her nipples to hard pink points as I continued the kiss. A low moan escaped from Moriah’s throat.
Breaking off the kiss, I pushed Moriah’s top up toward her throat and undid the clasp between the cups of her bra, freeing her tits. I took her wrists and pinned her arms above her head, giving me access to her small, pert and now exposed breasts. Her nipples, growing erect, were tiny and perfect. I flicked them with my tongue, alternating back and forth. Moriah arched her back and moaned louder.
Releasing her wrists, I slid up to her ear and kissed it gently. “What would you like me to do, baby?” I made sure Robyn could hear.
“Oh, Allie, touch me there,” she said, her hips grinding against me. “Touch me, Allie, touch me.”
I moved a hand down her front, past her breasts, over her navel, and stopped at her Mound of Venus. I ran my fingertips through her silky hair and then reached down along either side of her outer lips, gently pushing them together.
She thrust her hips, nearly lifting her ass off the bed.
Slowly, gently, I separated her lips and explored her vulva. As I scooted down on the bed, Moriah’s hand went to her breasts, which she held and stroked. Her eyes were closed, her lips parted, her breath coming in hot spurts.
I covered her pussy lips with open-mouthed kisses, then slid my tongue inside and tasted her saltiness. I ran the tip of my tongue along her slit in a languid motion, starting at the bottom and moving up, breaking off just before her clit. After cupping her ass in my hand, she spread her legs even wider. I planted moist kisses on her inner thighs as my index finger found her hard little nub. I made slow circles on her wet clit.
Her moans were more frantic now. Moriah’s hands were at her side, gripping and twisting the bedspread as I worked her clit. Her wetness seeped along her crack to her ass, making my hand wet.
I came up with a plan to get our client into the act. “Robyn.”
She jumped out of her chair, startled. “Is something wrong? Is she okay?”
“No, nothing’s wrong, unless you call being an insatiable fuck sponge a problem. Take over. I’ve got to pee.”
Word count: 11,000