Let’s Meet Knight and Trask: Guest Post with Toni Sands

July 24  |  eBooks, News  |   Kay Jaybee

Today I’m very pleased to welcome the lovely Toni Sands, and her brand new secret agents!

Over to you Toni…

Thank you so much for inviting me to be your guest, Kay Jaybee. Two very important characters are elbowing me out of the way here! One is Trask. The other is Katie Knight and they’re the secret agents featuring in my latest Xcite Books novella, Knight and Trask: Secrets and Spies.


The action takes place in the late 1990s and I thought it’d be fun to chat to my heroine and my hero as a way of introducing them to you.

Toni:            Katie, just how sexy is Trask?

Knight:       He’s premier league eye candy. His walk’s kind of feline. His cologne pushes all the right buttons. I wanted him from the moment I set eyes on him.

Toni:            Would he have bedded you so quickly if he hadn’t save your life?

Knight:       It wasn’t a mercy fuck!

Toni:            Sorry, Katie. I could feel the sparks flying between you as I wrote the first scenes. But you both broke company rules about secret agents not having intimate relationships.

Knight:       Wouldn’t you have?

Toni:            Well, yes. If I don’t fancy my hero, how can I expect anyone else to?

Knight:       I don’t believe in playing hard to get when an attraction’s as strong as it  is  between Trask and me.

I think we get the picture. Let’s ask Trask how he juggles the two very important women he has to deal with in his working life

Toni:             Would you describe yourself as a ladies’ man, Trask?

Trask:          Affirmative.

Toni:             Is your particular charm natural or cultivated in the cause of Queen and country?

Trask:           I like to think you reveal the ‘real me’ within your book.

Toni:             Why, thank you, Trask. You played Katie along in the early part of the story? Was that fun?

Trask:           Definitely. We both knew what was going to happen.

Toni:              How difficult was it, watching her coming on to not just one but two powerful men?

Trask:            My professionalism helped me cope. Inside, I was almost at meltdown point but don’t tell Cordelia.

Toni:             You’re obviously the boss lady’s blue-eyed boy. We know she’s gay but you’re almost flirtatious with her.

Trask:          That’s not difficult. She’s a beautiful woman. Need I say more?

Toni:             So, if I write a sequel, would Trask do what James Bond did when he won the heart of Pussy Galore in Goldfinger?

Trask:          No comment.



Katie used the orchid hand wash provided and rinsed away the bubbles as a toilet flushed. A darkly glamorous woman, dressed in a clinging scarlet sheath dress, emerged from the cubicle and swooped on her, grabbing the bag Katie had lodged beneath arm and hip, enabling her to wash her hands.

Katie didn’t stop to think. Her training did that for her. One arm shot out, stunning the woman. Grabbing her with dripping hands, Katie held her in a grip so vicelike her attacker could only flop, a rag doll.

‘Who. Are. You?’ Knight hissed, not relaxing her hold.


‘If that’s the way you want it, let’s reward you with a little more peace and quiet, shall we?’

In moments, the woman laid on the floor, gasping for breath, Katie kneeing her in the chest and reaching for her bag. She opened it, scrabbling inside until her grasping fingers found a small hypodermic. One swift sting in the back of her captive’s hand and the woman’s eyelids fluttered and closed. Not knowing whether her assailant was spy or common thief, Katie dragged her to the cubicle nearest the entranceway and shielded the two of them behind the door, in the nick of time as two laughing women entered the washroom. She waited to hear the slam of cubicle doors before dragging the unconscious woman towards the service room. Once inside she bundled her into a broom cupboard. When Miss Scarlet awoke in approximately15 minutes, she’d find herself in the tender care of Her Majesty’s Secret Service.

Before she alerted her silent listener at base, Katie tutted, noticing her hem caught up in one place. Gently she smoothed the delicate beaded fronds back into position and took out an atomiser, spraying a little perfume in the air and letting it settle around her. She breathed in the rose carnation scent. Time to get back.

Before making her way to Javier’s table, she spoke just loudly enough to be heard by whoever listened in. ‘Better have someone check the broom cupboard in the washroom. I’m back to the cliff face.’

Katie stepped out of the ladies’ room, straight into the arms of two towering security guards. One of them pressed something rigid against her back.

‘Are you going to shoot me or are you just pleased to see me?

‘Shut the fuck up,’ the bigger brute hissed in her ear. ‘You’re coming for a little walk with us, Lady Portia.’

‘Try not to drag your knuckles,’ she hissed back. As if the idiots would shoot her here, so close to the restaurant and foyer. But she wouldn’t make a fuss. Hopefully the Boss Lady would soon be notified of this latest development.


Set in the 1990s, this is a swift-moving sexy story of two spies who dare to break the rules and risk disgrace, all for the sake of love.

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WMS_blogtourHappy reading,

Kay xx


Guest Blog: Sara Brookes is Riding Irish

July 23  |  eBooks, News  |   Kay Jaybee

I’m delighted to welcome Sara Brookes here today- and she’s Riding Irish!

Over to you Sara…

One of the best things about writing Riding Irish was a lot of the places mentioned in the book are real. While I say not a lot of real life goes into my books, that detail only pertains to people and situations. Places are free game.


While Avery’s home if fictitious, the beach—Wallace Beach—is an actual place. For their first real date, they visit a food truck across the street from Pūpūkea Beach. I haven’t been to that beach in some time, but last time I was, that food truck was still there.

Of course, I never had the kind of view Avery gets while she’s there…


Avery was already comfortably seated at a table at the grill when Kane pulled into the small parking lot. He manoeuvred his Triumph around a row of cars, using his feet to push backward into a narrow space between a car and the food truck.

She watched him tug on the chin strap, pull off his helmet, and run his hand over his dark hair. When he stood and swung his leg over the seat, turning to drop the helmet in one of the saddlebags, it gave her a perfect view of his impeccable ass. Muscular legs encased in a pair of jeans, the leather of his chaps flawlessly outlining his body.

Safety had never looked so damn sexy.

He shoved his sunglasses back on, tugging his faded black shirt—which appeared to be straining at the seams—out of the waistband. The broad expanse of his back and shoulders were revealed as he removed the shirt, rolling it up before stowing it away.

He stood there for a moment, wearing only his jeans and chaps, looking like some kind of bad-boy god who’d been allowed to visit mere mortals for the day. No doubt he was oblivious to the raw, feral sexuality he radiated standing there. There was an intensity about him she didn’t think he realized he even possessed—much less understood.

Avery noticed a few women at the truck openly staring at him as he reached over and snagged a new shirt. The position pulled his well-worn jeans over his butt, stretching the fabric taut.

She wasn’t possessive enough to get offended by their stares. In fact, she was flattered. She knew he was fine-looking man who deserved to be appreciated. And that she would get to appreciate him in her own way, his body free from the confines of pesky clothing.

No use getting upset about having to share the view.


Mayhem is a way of life for Avery. The last thing she needs is a complication like Kane. The medal-winning swimmer who comes to her rescue is the ultimate golden boy. Everything this woman from the wrong side of the tracks shouldn’t want and everything she can’t stop thinking about. But emotion—and vulnerability—are liabilities she can’t afford.

Kane can’t understand why he experiences such dark, forbidden and kinky desires when he is around Avery. But her touch sparks a hunger deep inside him, and unleashes an erotic discovery where pain becomes pleasure. Their uninhibited passion reveals Kane’s dominant nature.

As Avery submits to Kane, exploring boundaries and pushing limits, she discovers a life she never expected. The unlikely pair forge a bond so tight, their unyielding trust gives way to a love like no other. But Avery’s brothers—members of Oahu’s most notorious motorcycle club—have other plans. Now Avery is forced to make a decision where her loyalty resides—with her family or with a lover who brings peace to the chaos surrounding her.

Warning: Ignition point hits hard and fast for this Dom and sub as an Irishman discovers his delightful talent for breath control, spankings and clothespins. You may just want laundry day to come more often.

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Sara Brookes is an award-winning author who has always been fascinated by the strange, the unusual, the twisted and the lost (tortured heroes are her personal favorite). She is an action movie junkie, addicted to coffee and has been known to stay up until the wee hours of the morning playing RPG video games. Despite all this, she is a romantic at heart and is always a sucker for an excellent love story. Born and bred in Virginia, Sara still lives there with her husband and daughter.

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Happy Reading Everyone,

Kay xx

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Tied to the Kitchen Sink: Loving Erotic Short Stories

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July 20  |  eBooks, News  |   Kay Jaybee

As much as I love writing novels, the erotic short story will always have a corner of my heart. I just adore creating tales that have immediate impact on the reader (at least, I hope they do!).

Whenever I write a short tale, my aim is to hook the reader by the end of the second paragraph; to make them want to know what is going to happen next, or at least to be curious enough to wonder what the hell is going on! It is this aim, that makes the first few paragraphs the hardest to write, and it isn’t unusual for me to actually pen the introductory sentences after the rest of the tale is complete.

Tied to the Kitchen Sink

The three BDSM stories within Tied to the Kitchen Sink are all examples of this ‘writing the beginning at the end’ technique.

BLURB- Will can hardly believe his eyes when he receives the ultimate in birthday gifts. Karen, the girl of his fantasies, has been left tied to his kitchen sinks’ taps, ready to be played with exactly as he chooses. Meanwhile, Becky is having a spank filled first day in her new job, and a BDSM curious male allows himself to be lured into a dominatrix’s layer, by the tempting lyrics of a truly bad poem. Whether bound in ropes or handcuffs, as they are shackled to the bed, kitchen sink, or within the confines of a fetishists supply cupboard, the willing victims of Tied to the Kitchen Sinks’ kinky S&M and BDSM action, find their darkest and sexiest dreams coming true.

For me, a short erotic story has to be believable enough for the reader to be able to imagine themselves in the scenario described, but also stretch reality enough to make the words wrap around the reader in a fantasy of erotic dreams. Of course, everyone’s idea of a sexual fantasy is vastly different from the next- but if you like your kink to be a little on the “OUCH and OOOHHH, Master, Mistress and Submissive” side, then this anthology could well be the one for you!


Here’s the beginning of Tied to the Kitchen Sink to whet your appetite,

‘Hi, you must be Will; Happy Birthday.’ The girl smiled a dazzlingly set of white teeth in his direction, as she turned her head away from the washing up.

Will stopped dead. He had gone through Ben’s back door into the kitchen, expecting it to be deserted as usual; but it wasn’t.

It wasn’t her smile that caused Will’s feet to feel as if they’d become super glued to the floor, and his trousers to tighten. It was the fact that she was stood there, smiling at him in long black high heeled boots, and absolutely nothing else.

‘You look pale honey,’ the girl’s eyes twinkled, ‘why don’t you have a little sit down over there’, she pointed to an armchair in the corner of the room. ‘I can’t join you I’m afraid’, she raised her hands, revealing long thin silver chains attaching her to the taps. ‘I’m tied to the kitchen sink at the moment.’ As she laughed, the dark pig tails which hung down her back quivered against her bare flesh.

‘Um, well, I…’ Will stumbled over his words as his eyes scanned every inch of her. ‘Where’s…?’

‘Ben?’ she finished for him. ‘At the pub. He thought you would enjoy your birthday present more if he wasn’t here. I’m Karen.’


‘Are you okay? Ben seemed to think that I was exactly what you wanted for your 21st. If not, perhaps you could unlock me.’ She indicated a small pile of keys on the table, conveniently placed next to a pack of three. ‘Ben said that you fantasised about finding a woman tied to the sink.’ She looked up though her fringe with mock shyness.

Will was torn between simply walking out, untying the girl or…who was he kidding? His head swam with erotic images. She was real. He’d already pinched himself and this was not a dream. His dick stirred as he stared at her.

Tall and slim, her tanned skin shone against the dull kitchen units. Will focused on the soft flesh that appeared out of the top of her killer boots. He could almost taste her already.

‘Who are you?’ Will took a deep breath and walked towards the sink. ‘Why the hell not?’ he thought ‘It is my birthday.’

‘I told you, I’m Karen.’ She sighed as he trailed a finger around her neck. His hard, denim encased, cock rubbed against her arse as he stood beside her. ‘A friend of Bens. You thought I was a hooker?’

‘Well I…’

‘You aren’t the only one with fantasies you know.’ She stroked his cheek with her polished silver nails. ‘I’ve seen your picture on his mobile.’ She turned as much as her tethers would allow and ran wet hands over his thin shirt. ‘Now, I think that’s enough questions. What would you like to do for your birthday?’

She looked at him beseechingly. ‘Are you going to leave me tied here to do all this awful washing up Sir? Or are you going to let me have a little lie down on that nice table? Or maybe a rest in that armchair?

Will smiled; so, Ben had explained his fantasy to her. He was in charge. He stripped off his damp shirt and stood next to her in just his jeans. ‘I think you should stay exactly where you are until all that work is done don’t you?’

‘Oh Sir, but I am in so much need here, and the water is making my skin all dry.’ Karen looked up at him though her eye lashes.

‘It’s like acting out a bad porn movie.’ Will thought. ‘Fantastic’…


If you’d like to read on, you can buy Tied to the Kitchen Sink at All Romance, Amazon UK,, and all good e-retailers.

Happy reading!

Kay xx

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Happy Birthday Blog!

July 13  |  Book Publications, eBooks, News  |   Kay Jaybee

I’m getting to the age where I’m beginning to wonder if I should even mention my birthday! On the other hand- I’m a sucker for balloons, ice-cream, and the excuse to eat rather more cake than usual! So bring it on!!

This year I’m celebrating with my lovely family, and a walk over beautiful Dartmoor. This is a place that inspires me the second I catch glimpse of it, on each and every visit.

Little Mis Tor

For years I’ve intended to write a story based on the moors of Devon, and yet somehow time, and other work commitments, haves never allowed it. This year though, it has to happen- even if it’s only a short tale…ummmm…I can feel the ideas brewing…

And talking of brewing- let’s all settle back with a cuppa-(coffee for me please)- and a nice big slice of birthday cake, and contemplate the meaning of life, the universe and everything- apparently now I’m this particular age I should know the answer…

No? Okay- let’s read this instead- one of my favourite of all the short stories I’ve written (and researched)…enjoy!

(Yes- it is a courier story- you’d already guessed that hadn’t you!)

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Cardboard (copyright Kay Jaybee)

Waiting outside the courier depot, Pia watched the last two vans come in from their rounds, the drivers eagerly leaping from their vehicles’ and heading to reception. Automatically a blush started to spread across her cheeks as she wondered if they were as infused with the same mildly musty cardboard odour as Owen. Shaking herself to distract the erotic tableau that had appeared in her head, Pia fidgeted her feet against the pavement.

Where the hell had Owen got to? She could see his van, so he was definitely back from his round. Flicking a stray red hair up and under her green velvet cap, Pia checked her wristwatch. It was six forty-five; he was twenty minutes late. Heaving herself away from the wall against which she’d been propped, Pia walked towards the depot.

‘Can I help?’ An austere looking woman behind the reception desk was buttoning up her overcoat,

Pia smiled politely, ‘I’m waiting for Owen Richards.’

‘Ah yes, he said he was expecting someone. He’s in the staff room I think.’ Then, with a swift point of her finger towards the dirty double doors to Pia’s left, the woman disappeared into the grey evening.

Taking off her hat, and shaking out her wavy red hair, Pia hesitated. She’d never been inside the depot before, but as Owen had obviously left a message for her, she supposed it was alright to be there.

Pia gingerly eased open one half of the double doors. The tang of cardboard, paper and dust hit her senses with a wallop, causing her body to instantly react. The whole place smelt as delicious as Owen did after a day on the van. It was as if the scent of the materials he worked with day after day had become ingrained in the pores of his skin. Telling herself that soon she and Owen would be home, and she could work off the lust that was tingling through her veins, Pia walked into the staff room

The silence was vaguely eerie. Battered armchairs edged the room, and an overloaded coffee table was strewn with back copies of lad’s magazines and unwashed coffee mugs. Yet there wasn’t a driver in sight.

Deciding to return to Reception, Pia’s hand was on the front door when she became aware of a presence behind her. She swung around and drew a sigh of relief when she saw Owen, ‘Hell, you gave me a fright.’

‘Sorry babe.’

‘Where’ve you been?’

‘I had a few things to sort out. My mobile had no signal, so I left a message for you; I take it you got it?’

‘The receptionist told me to wait in the staff room, but there was no one about so…’

‘…you thought you’d run away?’

Despite his twinkling brown eyes and lopsided smile, there was something about the tone of his voice made Pia uneasy.

‘Not run away exactly, but I didn’t want to hang around in there on my own.’

Owen took hold of Pia’s hand, ‘We’re rather short handed at the moment, so I have a few more things to do.’ He ran a hand through her hair, ‘why don’t you come with me?’

Pia allowed him to lead her back through the double doors, through the still empty staff room and on into the storeroom. The moment the door opened Pia drew in a sharp breath.

‘Well?’ Owen appeared unsure, and yet his eyes gleamed as he gripped his lover’s hand tighter.

The store was cool, square, and dimly lit, and even the dusty air seemed to have its own residual echo. Easing her hand from Owens, Pia surveyed the deserted room.

The walls had rows of flat packed cardboard boxes lined up all around them. Piles of plastic bags emblazoned with the company logo sat stacked in one corner, and three industrial sized dispensers of parcel tape lay abandoned next to them. On the floor, a heavy layer of grime clung possessively to the surface, except for where someone had laid out a rectangle of squashed down boxes, more or less in the size and shape of a king-sized bed.

Swallowing some moisture back into her throat Pia whispered, ‘Is this what you’ve been sorting out?’

His reply of ‘yes’ was barely audible as he waited for her reaction.

‘So where is everybody?’

‘It’s Saturday evening babe. Next shift doesn’t start until six tomorrow.’

Even though the room was cold, Pia felt hot and uncomfortable in her coat and scarf. Unable to drag her gaze from the bed of cardboard, she said, ‘I didn’t think you’d heard me when I told you, you never said anything about my fantasy afterwards.’

‘I heard most of it.’

As Owen’s hands reached around her and started to undo the buttons of Pia’s coat, her mind surged; how much had he heard?

Pia’s eyes moved to the doors, ‘But we can’t! The door is unlocked, anyone could walk in.’

Owen produced a bunch of keys from his pocket, ‘I’ll lock the main door.’

Pia’s pulse rate tweaked up a notch. Could they really do this? The smell of cardboard and the closeness of Owen, not to mention the wrongness of even being there, sent quivers of erotic excitement through her body. No one had ever tried to act out a fantasy for her before, not even half a fantasy.

‘I’ll go and lock the door then, shall I?’

Not trusting herself to speak, Pia simply inclined her head.

Owen kissed her, his stubble scratching her face, his hands squeezing her shoulders through her coat. ‘I won’t be long.’ His voice was husky, ‘lose the coat and wait for me on the cardboard.’

Watching him disappear through the door, Pia felt sweat cover her palms. Doubts were queuing up at the back of her head. What if Owen doesn’t lock the door properly? How can he be absolutely sure there’s no one left in this massive building? Do I even want to do this in real life, shouldn’t fantasies remain just that?

‘Why’s you’re coat still on?’ Owens voice was accusing rather than amused.

‘You were quicker than I expected.’

‘Of course I was!’ He wrenched the jacket from her shoulders, ‘I’m about to see a beautiful woman writhe before me on a pile of cardboard.’

Pia’s cheeks coloured violently, his brusque manner was in keeping with her dream, but totally foreign to his usual considerate nature. Owen unwound her scarf as she asked, ‘Are you sure that it’s okay? I don’t want you getting the sack or anything.’

‘I think you should leave the worrying to me. I also think you’ve said enough for the moment.’ Bundling up Pia’s hair, Owen scrunched it into a pony tail, which he tied with a collection of elastic bands he had wrapped around his wrist.

Her head spinning as Owen tugged her hair through the rubber loops, catching stray wisps painfully between his fingers, Pia shut her eyes, and inhaled slowly. The aroma of packaging filled her nostrils. She could almost taste it at the back of her throat. When she opened her eyes again, she found herself face to face with Owen. His expression killed any inclination she’d had to speak. A determination permeated with lust radiated from him, and Pia felt her tits swelled beneath his stare.


It was not an order that could be ignored. Pia’s shaking hands began to fumble at her shirt buttons, her eyes glued to the bulge beneath Owens black combats.

Shivering with a combination of cold and fear, standing in only her cream knickers and bra, Pia paused, goose-pimples breaking out across her skin.

‘That’ll do for now.’ Owen’s dark eyes shone at her, ‘Now stand right in the middle of the boxes.’

Wordlessly she moved, her naked feet sinking against the uneven make-shift carpet, her toes shuffling away from the occasional rough corner. Fully aware of how turned on she was despite her misgivings, Pia could feel her silk panties sticking to her pussy.

Dragging his eyes away from his girl, Owen walked purposefully to the stack of plastic bags, and picked up one of the tape dispensers. Then, yanking Pia’s arms behind her back, he caught her wrists in one hand, and deftly wrapped some tape around them.

‘Owen I…’

He interrupted his lover before she could go on, ‘You wanted to be dominated on a pile of cardboard boxes, it is too late to complain now its happening.’

Pia opened her mouth to argue, but Owen’s calloused hand came up quickly, and was pushed over her dry lips. ‘If you can’t keep quiet then I’ll have to force you to.’

Surprised at how easily Owen had taken to this new role, Pia clamped her mouth together beneath his hand.

‘That’s better. Now sit down.’

Uncertainty flew through her as she sat cross-legged on the cardboard, curiosity at what might happen next arousing her still further. She kept telling herself that there was nothing to be afraid of, that Owen would never hurt her, but Pia couldn’t help feeling a fission of fear as hormones zipped through her body in passion fuelled confusion.

Crouching before her, Owen smiled, and reverting to his usual manner said, ‘You look incredible. How do you feel?’

‘Good – I think.’

‘Close your eyes.’

The second they were shut, the heady perfume of card and tape intensified the sensation of Owen’s hands on her breasts. Pia was unable to contain a sigh of relief as he unfastened her bra, but when Owen pinched each teat, her sighs became voluble squeals.

‘I told you to be quiet. I’ll have to silence you.’

Pia’s eyes shot back open, ‘But…’

Owen was shaking his head as though he was bitterly disappointed. ‘You’ve proven you can’t be trusted.’ He picked the parcel tape back up.

Before Pia could protest, Owen sealed her mouth with a neat rectangle of beige tape. As the sticky surface adhered to her lips, Pia tried to stop her chest pounding with panic. Adjusting to breathing to just through her nose; she looked and felt like a kidnap victim.

Owen nodded in satisfaction, ‘Beautiful.’

As tears of shock gathered at the corners of Pia’s eyes, he added, ‘Beautiful, powerless, and silent.’

Throwing the tape to one side, Owen’s hands began to fondle the soft flesh of her chest, while licking the moisture away from her eyes.

Pia’s body readily responded to his touch, and as Owen’s fingers dropped into her lap, teasing her stomach, prickles of longing shot up and down her spine. Staring into her eyes, Owen took his hands lower still, making Pia’s breath shallower as he danced his fingertips around the edge of her knickers. Then, holding her gaze, he cupped her mound firmly in one hand.

‘You hot hussy,’ He stroked a stray hair from over her eyes, ‘a helpless hussy. So gorgeous.’

Pia wished she could speak, wished she could reach out and caress his body, handle the muscles in his arms, scratch her nails across his flesh, but she had no choice but to sit, the edges of the boxes digging into her backside.

‘In fact,’ Owen tilted his head in mock contemplation, ‘I think it’s a real shame there’s no one else here to see how fantastic you look.’

Pia’s heart skipped a beat. Suddenly she knew how wrong she’d got things. He hadn’t only heard part of her mumbled fantasy, he’d heard it all. She’d been the one who hadn’t been paying enough attention when they’d discussed their deepest desires, not him.

Owen stroked Pia’s cheek with one hand, and kneaded her pussy with the other, staining the fabric of her panties with her juices, ‘I couldn’t believe my luck when you told me your submissive dream. To be shagged by two men at the same time on cardboard. You really are my dirty little girl aren’t you?’

Pia frantically shook her head, the reality of other men seeing her vulnerable body hitting her in a wave of nervous adrenalin.

‘Oh no baby,’ Owen gripped her crotch tighter, using it to lever her to a standing position. ‘I don’t believe you really want to leave. I think this is what you want; your body certainly agrees with me.’ He reinforced his claim by jabbing a hand inside her knickers, making Pia inwardly groan with pleasure. Bringing his fingers straight back out again, he showed his lover the glistening liquid that stuck to his skin. Licking Pia’s juices away, he said, ‘You couldn’t want this more if you tried, and as you would know if you’d been listening, I’d just love to watch your dream in action.’

As if Owen’s words had been a pre-planned cue, the door to the storeroom opened, and the two drivers Pia had seen earlier walked in.

Pia’s pulse pounded manically as Owen greeted his guests. ‘This is Pia, Pia this is Andy and Craig. I think they’ll fit your requirements.’

Stunned, Pia just stood there, conscious of nothing but the new arrivals eyes as they mentally removed her underwear. They were so near to her that she could smell the same incredible aroma of sweat and cardboard that Owen shared, and the uncertainty that had knotted in her gut was swamped by a hot flush of erotic anticipation. Dressed in the same uniform of green polo-shirt and black combats, all three men oozed an air of barely tamed lust.

Andy, tall and slim, his blonde hair short and spiked, stood to her right. The stockier figure of Craig, his head shaved, his eyes as emerald as his shirt, waited, poised, to her left.

Pia’s legs began to shake as Owen bent his lips to her ear, ‘They are so hot for you. So fucking hot, and I’m gonna watch them have you.’

Her shoulders quivered as his breath tickled her skin, and with eyes that pleaded for reassurance, she peered up at him.

Slipping back into his usual calm voice, Owen muttered so that only she could hear, ‘Don’t worry, you’ll love it. I promise,’ before stepping back and roughly pulling off her sodden underwear.

Placing a hand on each of his colleague’s shoulders, Owen steered them to the far corner of the room, leaving Pia to imagine what they were saying to each other.

After what seemed to have been a lifetime, the couriers strode purposefully back towards her, their faces creased with hunger and disbelief, as if neither of them could believe their luck. Standing at the edge of the cardboard, directly in front of Pia, the three men tore off their shirts. Pia’s muffled gasp of appreciation turned to frustration at not being able to hold either her lover’s chest, or the other toned torsos.

Abruptly, in one simultaneous move, Andy and Craig attached their mouths to Pia’s breasts. The contrasting texture and pressure from each sets of lips, kissing, licking and biting her, felt incredible. Shutting her eyes once more, Pia was grateful for the warm hands that not only snaked over her body, but also supported it, as her limbs shook against the cardboard.

Their digits were everywhere at once, between her legs, over her clit, behind her knees, on her neck, as though each man was on his own personal race against time to get as much out of the encounter as possible before Owen changed his mind about them fucking his girlfriend.

Her head swimming, bright colours exploded behind Pia’s eyelids. All fear forgotten, her whole body began to tighten with a climax that coursed through her so quickly she thought she’d collapse.

Seeing her legs begin to buckle, Owen stepped forward and lowered Pia to the ground, ripping off her gag. Pia cried out as the tape plaster tore mercilessly at her skin, but the new vision before her more than made up for the moment’s discomfort.

Andy and Craig had removed the rest of their clothes, and stood, towering over her naked body. The cardboard bed crackled beneath their combined weight, and with her hands still trapped uncomfortably behind her back, Pia braced herself.

The drivers glanced at each other, as if to confirm some previously discussed plan of action, before falling to their knees either side of her.

A pair of calloused hands flipped her onto her stomach, so that her head was buried in the boxes, and the overpowering scent of the card shot straight into Pia’s nostrils, making her expel a protracted moan of need. Her previous orgasm was already forgotten, all that mattered was the next one.

Two hands grasped her buttocks, and two others pushed her legs up and out at the knees, so all her weight was centred on her face and shoulders as they dug into the rough bed. A pair of bare legs appeared before her. Owen had stripped.

Pia’s blood pounded in her cricked neck as she felt a single finger begin to rub at her clit. She didn’t care who the finger belonged to, just that it kept moving, as she mewled into the packaging.

Then her hands were picked up at the wrists, and one of the couriers plucked away the tape that bound Pia’s wrists. She couldn’t help but scream, as the sticky surface ripped minute hairs from her skin.

Without giving her time to adjust to her freedom, Pia was ordered to her hands and knees. A hand seized her ponytail and wrenched her neck high. Pia blinked at Craig’s thickly erect dick, which hovered just out of reach. She longed to take it between her teeth; the thought of Owen watching her; of him wanting her to do this, making Pia hornier than ever.

With his cock in his hand, Craig began to play it around Pia’s parted mouth. At the same time, she heard a condom packet being opened, and Andy came up behind her, grabbing her left hip with one hand, he began to tease his dick over and around her wet snatch with the other.

This was agony. Pia was desperate to engulf the shaft before her, but that would mean shifting fractionally forward and losing the touch of the cock brushing her from behind. At the same time, she urgently wanted to be full of the rod teasing her pussy, but didn’t want to shift backwards and lose the fragile contact of the cock at her lips.

Pia could see Owen, a broad grin across his face, a palm wrapped around his penis as he slowly caressed it back and forth. Unconsciously, Pia began to rock against the cardboard in time to her lover’s masturbation, so one second she was close to the cock at her mouth, the next, grazing against the one at her snatch.

With each movement, the need Pia felt to keep going increased, and she began to speed up, working herself off against the two men, who somehow managed to keep still as her tongue flicked over the tip of one, and her clit bumped the head of the other.

Her breasts swinging manically beneath her, there was no way Pia could stop now. With closed eyes, she was immersed in a world where only sensation mattered, where only the briefest touch of the two men, the smell of cardboard, and the sound of Owen’s heavy breathing mattered.

Perspiration began to gather on her forehead and between her breasts. Suddenly it was too much, and Pia let out a strangled cry of frustration. She needed to be full. She needed two cocks inside her, and she needed them now.

Breaking the rhythm, she lunged forward and caught Craig’s length between her teeth. Terrified he’d back away, Pia held him firmly in her throat. He didn’t move however, but called out to Owen, ‘Fuck she’s good.’ While Andy shuffled forward, impaling her cunt in one swift move.

Pia’s climax immediately hammered through her. Thrusting and pumping their friend’s girl, both men were so consumed with the need to come themselves, they didn’t seem to notice when Pia shuddered, her body jacking with pleasure. Pinioned between the driver’s, her muscles slackened, and she only managed to remain on all fours, due to the pressure of their hard bodies, as each raced the other to spunk inside her first.

Her mouth filled with salty liquid, only seconds before Andy’s dick exploded inside her snatch. Gulping frantically, Pia wasn’t able to catch it all, and her chin dripped with seed as Craig pulled away from her face.

The moment the men were spent, they backed off, and Pia crashed to the squashed bed, panting hard.

Owen, his shaft still stiff in his hand, rolled Pia onto her back, and showered her chest with a warm rain of come. Then he turned to his colleagues, and with a nod of dismissal, they gathered their clothes and left.

Kneeling, Owen gently wiped the sweat from Pia’s face, and cradled her in his arms, ‘You okay?’

Smiling up at him, she nodded.

‘You were amazing. Totally incredible.’

Her throat too dry to speak, Pia placed her head on his lap, and took a long deep breath, enjoying one final lungful of the scent of the cardboard bed, now improved by the lingering aroma of a fantastic double fuck.


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Kay xx

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Pushing the Boundaries of the Imagination

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July 9  |  News  |   Kay Jaybee

A few days ago I was lucky enough to be asked by the brilliant Chloe Thurlow to write a blog for her. ‘Any subject you like’ she said.

So I got to thinking… why not check it out and join in the conversation?