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  The Missing Vixen

  Shiba Anie

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  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. This book is for adult audiences only. It contains sexually explicit scenes with graphic language, which may be considered offensive by some readers. All sexual activity in this book is consensual, and all sexually active characters are 18 years of age or older.

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  The Missing Vixen

  The big house was filled with raunchy looking ladies exposing sensual parts of their bodies. There were ladies that wore pantyhose that revealed glimpses of their tanned slender legs and perfect thighs that looked fresh, even to a blind man and could make a eunuch have a boner and want to denounce his holy vows of being celibate for life. Some ladies wore just lingerie, revealing banging bodies with curved hips and accentuated breasts that the colorful party lights were easy to catch as they jiggled when they walked and danced. The guys were dressed in their casual wears; jackets worn over their T-shirts and denim jean trousers with sneakers or loafers. Most guys in the house were in pairs, dancing behind the ladies that looked a bit tipsy and rocking the guys wildly. Loud music was blaring from the speakers mounted on the walls, and some were stationed beside the DJ stand where a tatted up DJ was controlling the music, making sure the party was lit and banging for the long night.

  There was a bar beside the DJ stand, and it had stools where one could sit and order for some drinks and sit there to drink or dance along with the crazed people already dancing under the influence of the booze. The barman was smart and had the handy skills of a professional barman, and his communication skill was top notch.

  “Man, wouldn’t you rather socialize with one of ‘em girls? There are a bunch and are ready to get down if you are,” he said to an almost tipsy dude that had his leather jacket worn over his white T-shirt and black jean trouser with a black Adidas sneakers that had a white sole.

  “Another shot,” he slurred at the barman motioning to his empty glass cup.

  He had been there since, getting drowned in alcohol like he had a score to settle with it. He was in his dad’s home. He had been invited over for the party by his dad who was throwing a ‘Feel Good’ party that turned to clubbing because he just made millions in the last drug deal that he had been pursuing for months now. Dad was a drug dealer. He had called his children to organize the party for their friends at his house just to feel good. It was meant to be for two days partying that would make their friends really feel good.

  “Man, easy with the booze, it ain’t a competition, and we still got tomorrow to rock the night again. Slow down, dude,” the barman said to Ronald, the almost tipsy dude.

  ”More,” he slurred and frowned at the barman who was serving others, but had his eyes fixated on him.

  “Man, you’re gonna kill yourself,” he said and refilled Ronald’s cup with vodka. It was his fifth shot.

  “Dude, days like this don’t just come every day, and when they do, you seize the moment,” he slurred and burped.

  “True, but there’s tomorrow, man, and there are a lot of beautiful hookers here to seize the moment with and have a nice time.”

  “I shag when tipsy,” Ronald slurred, emptied the cup in one gulp and scrounged his face. “It’s the best.”

  The barman laughed a bit and said, “You’ve been tipsy, since the third shot you had, man. This is a strong brand of vodka you wouldn’t wanna mess with.”

  “Hey, handsome, care for a company?” he heard a voice beside him. He turned to stare at the owner of the voice. It was then he knew he was drunk. He couldn’t actually see her face clearly, nor recognize who she was. She was dressed in red lingerie, standing on a four inches heeled shoe. She winked at him while dragging a stool to sit close to him.

  “Who the hell are you, bitch?” Ronald slurred, drunk, finding it hard to keep his eyelids open.

  “Shhh,” she shushed him with a manicured finger on his lips. She had noticed that he was drunk and wanted to help him out of his drunken state. “No need for the harsh words, love. I would take good care of you.”

  “Are you sure you got what I want?”

  “Check me out, handsome,” she said, stood up, made a slow three-sixty degrees turn and pushed out her medium-sized breasts, then cupped them from her lingerie and moved forward towards him. He was already in a trance at the sight of the melons. He immediately grabbed them and started kissing her. She giggled and asked for his room because the barman had tipped him that he was the son of the host of the party and was sleeping over at the house because he was actually drunk and wouldn’t be allowed to drive himself back to his own house. Ronald slid his hands in his pocket and threw some dollar bills at her. She caught them and smiled; she knew it was going to be one hell of a night.

  ***

  It took fifteen minutes for them to stagger, trudge, and locate his room. Immediately they were inside, he grabbed her ass and started kissing her voraciously. He didn’t bother to switch on the lights. He had had a boner immediately he had been shown the melons at the bar. He took in her tongue in his mouth and sucked them until she fought for air. He caught her lips and started kissing them while he helped her out of her lingerie, then she lurched at him and pulled his clothes, unbuckled his belt, slid down his jean trouser to free his erect monster. It was grotesquely veined and already throbbing for the kill. She took it in her warm mouth and started sucking it while caressing his large balls. He gasped when she rolled her tongue on the tip of his dick and sucked it hard, using her hands to stroke the big monster and caressing its balls.

  He placed his hands on the back of her head to help her with the sucking of the dick. He grabbed her blonde hair, pushed and pulled it into the rhythm of the fellatio. She sucked it hard while he moaned even louder. She got up, and they began to kiss again. He lifted her slender bare body, threw her on the bed, and lunged at her. They kissed while his hands caressed her swollen clitoris. He grabbed her breasts and fondled them and their nipples; they were hard and erect already. She had a pair of thick nipples that were a bit mouthful when he sucked them. She gasped when he bit and squeezed them hard. She pushed him and made him lie supine while she climbed him astride. She bit and sucked his nipples, and it sent tingling sensation down his spine as he jerked.

  She caught his nodding dick that had pre-cum wetness on the tip and gently slid it in her warm and moist pussy and began rocking him up and down, forward and backward. Her breasts bounced and jiggled to the effect of the rocking movement. He grabbed and started caressing the nipples in his hands. He used his elbows to help himself up a bit and rested his back on the bedpost, then pulled her closer in a cuddle while she rocked him and he reciprocated by thrusting his penis in and out of her. Their body being cuddled in the heat of the action sent a sensual feeling down her body, which made her increase the pace of the rocking.

  “Fuck me, bitch. You are so sweet!” he moaned.

  “Your dick is so big and hitting the G-spot! It feels like… feels like heaven!” she gasped.

  He pulled from the cuddle and began kissing her sensually. She reciprocated and offered her breasts for him to caress. He did; fondling the nipples and the breasts while he kissed her. She moaned aloud.

  “Don’t stop! It feels like heaven!” she moaned, urging him on. Then suddenly, like on cue, she began
rocking him faster in hysterical motions, which signaled she was about to climax. He increased his thrusting pace to meet the rhythm of hers in order to help her reach orgasm.

  “Baby, I’m cuummiiiinnnn’!”

  Silence. Heavy breathing.

  She collapsed on his sweaty body, catching her breath from the explosive action.

  ***

  When she had caught her breath and was ready for him, he slid his flaccid phallus from her slippery pussy and climbed down from the bed, pulling her to the edge of the bed while he knelt down and started sucking her pussy while fingering her. She moaned and pushed his head in, urging him on.

  “That’s some good skills you got there, handsome.”

  “You like it, don’t you?” he slurred.

  “Fuck, yes I do!”

  He parted the covering of her pussy, exposing the clitoris to his tongue. It was still dripping, but he paid no mind to it and without hesitating, he began licking it like a cat licking a plate of milk. She moaned and squirmed, but he didn’t stop. He used his index and middle finger to slide into her slippery pussy and started fingering her. She let out a loud gasp.

  “Don’t stop!” she moaned aloud, pushing his head deep into her inner thighs. He stopped the act and brought out his dick to slide in. When he did, it welcomed him without much friction. It just slid in fast, and he started pounding with much intensity.

  “Yeah, baby, fuck me! Pump that monster harder and deeper into that fucking pussy!” she moaned, and he did pump harder, deeper, and fiercer with all his strength under the influence of vodka. He pumped nonstop for three minutes before he slid his throbbing monster, flipped her over, made her hold the bed, parted her legs wide, slid in the penis and resumed thrusting. He thrust for five minutes before the pace of his thrusting increased. She noticed it and matched the rhythm with her ass. He grabbed her ass while moaning in load guttural voice.

  “Fuck, I’m cummiiinnn’!”

  He shot his warm sperm into her squirting cunt as they both jerked hysterically while climaxing.

  ***

  The sun seeped into his room, waking him up. He squirmed on his bed and stared at his watch; it was eleven in the morning. He wondered how he had slept so long. He tried to recall what really happened last night, but there were all blurry images that he could really see. His body ached, his head even banged harder. Then, like an impulse, he remembered he had lain with a lady in his bed. He turned to check her out, but the bed was empty.

  “Is anybody there?” he called out, but no one answered him. He got up from his bed, looked for his pajama, slid into it and rushed out of his room, but there was nobody in the big house except his kid sister and cousins. There was no sign that a party was held here, none whatsoever. It perturbed him badly. He wondered who he had slept with last night. He could recall vividly how she walked up to him while he was drinking and they staggered to his bedroom and had an explosive sex. It was too vivid for it to be a hallucination.

  “Good morning, Ron,” his younger sister, Kimberly greeted him.

  “Good morning, Kim.” He wanted to ask her if he saw him walk into his room with a lady, but he refrained from it. He wanted to ask her how was the party last night, but, at this moment, he was confused; he wasn’t sure if it actually happened or maybe it was his major sexual fantasies that he used to have, which played in his dreams.

  “Breakfast is ready,” she announced, smiling at him.

  “I would join you in a jiffy,” he replied and watched her strode out into the dining room and shut the door. He shook his head from the thought that bothered him so much. He wanted to know who he slept with because the lady was pretty good. He remembered the barman, recalled his face vividly and waited for the night; for the second party to ask him what really happened last night.

  ***

  He was seated before the barman in his natty clothes and freshly styled hair that made him even more handsome than he had seen him last night or maybe he was this handsome last night, but he was too drunk to notice. The tatted up DJ was playing a metal music that blared from the huge speakers. The party was really going down. Dudes and the crazed girls were partying hard. He shrugged and asked him after gulping down a shot of whiskey down his throat.

  “Man, did you remember the lady I took into my room last night?”

  The barman smiled mischievously and said, “You mean the lady that actually took you to your room?”

  “Are you mocking me?”

  “Naah, I was just putting the action right.”

  “Whatever,” he slurred and shrugged. “Do you know her?”

  The barman was about to reply him when a lady walked up to him, kissed him on the lips and fondled his dick under his trouser. He jerked reflexively to the action.

  “What is it, sweetheart? Are you a novice?” she asked while winking at him in a seductive manner, trying to seduce him into taking her for the night.

  “Naah,” he said. “You only caught me off-guard.” He believed she was the girl he took to his room last night, and with this, his conscience rested. “Common, lemme give you some sugar, baby.”

  He took another gulp of the whiskey, scrounged and winked at the barman who only smiled. They got to his room, he switched on his light and stared at her intently, then moved towards her and started kissing her, squeezing her breasts. In split seconds, their clothes were on the floor, and they began the job of the night.

  They kissed and smooched themselves. In due time, they were screaming in ecstasy to the pleasures they were giving themselves. They collapsed on each other, breathing heavily, their chests heaving up and down as they sucked the air of the night. He squirmed on the bed and looked at her intently again. “You were amazing, sweetheart.”

  She smiled, “You were a beast, man, so fucking hot!”

  “Sweet, but you were better last night.”

  She turned to him alarmed, “Last night? I ain’t shag no one last night. It wasn’t me. Maybe it was another bitch you banged.”

  “Sure about this?”

  “Yeah, I’m sure, man. I just got into the city today and needed to hustle for the bills. Sure you are taking me for another.”

  “Well,” he shrugged, “never mind, how much is the bill?” he asked her, still pondering who the lady in red was.

  He paid her. When she was out, he dashed to the bar to enquire from the barman who the lady in red was.

  ~o~o~

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  About the Author

  SHIBA ANIE is a romance and erotica author who writes from both her heart and her mind. As a housewife, she was used to spending her days taking care of her home and her loving husband. Until one day, when she needed to put some spark back into their lives. So she used the best tool she had – her own imagination. Soon, she began writing romantic and erotic tales, not only to satisfy her, but to help all the other women out there in the same situation. As a lifelong reader of romance novels, she combines her hobby with her fascination with human behavior. She knows that when the sexual attraction is electric, there’s no telling just how far people will take their passions. With her vivid imagination and the stroke of a pen, she’s able to weave fun and entertaining tales of romance that burst with erotic delight. And once you get your hands on a Shiba Anie story… you’ll find it very difficult to keep your hands to yourself.

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