FILTHY WHORE!

I track my sales once a week. It’s something a good friend said he does, and I’ve quickly gotten into the habit. It helps me to understand what books of mine people love, and which ones they aren’t willing to take a chance on. It helps me understand what types of sell better so I can concentrate on writing the things people want to read.

I looked over my sales and covers and thought I had a home run with my book Filthy Whore. I picked the cover out and designed it very carefully, even spent hours deciding on the title. I filled the book with short stories, making it longer than any of my previous books.

And so far I haven’t seen a huge interest. I have to say I am confused, but it may be because of the title. I thought it would draw readers into my world a little, but not so much.

I can’t say that it has sold poorly, just below what I thought. The second part is longer and hotter than the first. It even has the pseudo incest that everyone seems to love. I have people fucking every which way, some really hot people. I can’t tell you how turned on I got by the things I wrote, and I’m sure you will to.

So I decided to throw  nice long excerpt on my blog to give more people a chance to get into the books.

Filthy Whore ONE has 2 short stories, and Filthy Whore TWO has three. Check out the following free excerpt, hope you like it!

I finally managed to get the button undone and the zipper down, my hand instantly moving between his hot flesh and the rough fabric of his jeans. I found his cock shoved down into a pant leg, the thick heat trapped by our position. Butch backed up and lowered the pants enough for me to remove his girth.

Holy shit. I wasn’t sure what I could actually do with something that big, especially after three years of inactivity.

Luckily Bruce had no such qualms.

His hand was already pushing my shorts to the side, his fingers entering my wetness roughly, pressing inside of me and curbing upwards. He placed his thumb expertly inside his palm where it could rub against my clit, his hand making small circles that touched me everywhere I wanted to be touched.

I arched my back, granting his fingers deeper access while I stoked over his shaft. Butch was kissing my neck, his free hand lifting my shirt over sensitive nipples, the feel of his skin on mine so much more than I thought it would be. He was tight everywhere, his muscles dancing under thick skin as he moved. As his teeth closed down on my neck I had my first orgasm, the intensity of it soaking his hand and making my thighs quiver. The constant thrum of his Harley underneath me was adding to the experience, like fucking on top of a giant vibrator.

My hands went to his chest and I pushed Butch back, leaning myself forward so I could get my lips around his hardness. I licked the pre-come off the swollen head, savoring the taste of it before opening my mouth wide and taking him in. I got as much of him in as possible, stroking the rest with a trembling hand. My head bobbed as he kneaded the mounds of my breasts, fingers playing over hardened nipples with gentle fingers. Despite his size Butch was very careful, moving with deliberate slowness and caution.

I couldn’t get enough of his cock into my mouth. I wanted to take it all, but that was just physically impossible. I loved the taste of him, the fleshy hardness as it filled my mouth, the briny tang of his pre-come. He grew incredibly hard, finally pushing me back and moving my shorts to the side.

I was soaked, my pussy aching with need as he slipped the head between swollen lips and into my opening. Terrified by the size of it I anticipated a great deal of pain, but Butch knew how to handle it. He had gotten me wet enough to ease in, his motions incredibly slow. Every couple seconds he would pause, then rock it in and out just a little, pushing in farther and farther each time.

His length wasn’t half way in when I had my second orgasm, the muscles tight around his fleshy rod as I screamed out his name and dug trembling fingers into his back. I wanted all of it. Now.

“Fuck me.” I grabbed his face in both my hands and looked Butch in the eyes. “Put that giant cock in my and fuck me.” I wasn’t even sure if they were my words, but they did come out of my mouth. I was possessed by a need so complete it consumed me, turning me into something I am not.

Butch pushed harder, stretching me out until finally I felt his body press into mine. I looked down between us, dying for the visual of the massive cock stretching me out. As he pulled slowly out I watched, the seemingly endless flesh moving out of me. I burned inside, the pain nothing compared to the pleasure. Never before had I been with someone so massive, and I had to admit I liked it. There was a good deal of pain, but that was subsiding as I stretched enough to accommodate him. When he was fully inside of me there was some discomfort, his length was simply too much.

I had an easy remedy that should be more than agreeable to us both.

My hand snaked between our bodies and took tight hold of his base. I had a tight hold, even though his cock was too thick to allow my fingers to touch. I moaned as he pushed back in, my hand stopping him right were it began to get uncomfortable.

We continued on like that for several very quick minutes, his hips bucking and the gigantic cock slamming into me, my hand getting crushed between our bodies. I could let go; I was confident that Butch wouldn’t impale me fully, but I loved the feel of his hardness in my hand, and the way it was slapping into my pussy was incredible.