Hansel and Gretel With the Sexual Hunter

WARNING: When Hansel and Gretel meet with the
sexual hunter, the spice the hunter sprinkles into their love life contains hot
and delicious erotic exploration, including: solo M, solo F, M/F, M/F/F and
lots of voyeurism. If it’s true that reading such adult fairy tale erotica may
cause blindness, after reading this adult fairy tale, your purring body won’t
mind the dark. For 18 years and older.

What Readers are Saying

“
Hansel
& Gretel with the Sexual Hunter
is a fairytale with an erotic twist.
This story by Liz Adams is not to be missed. The characters are intriguing, the
chemistry sizzles, the story moves along keeping you turning pages to see what
happens next. A definite must read for those who like fairytales that are hot!”

—Kathleen Daultrey Harris, Love of
Romance Book Reviews,
http://loveofromancebookreviews.blogspot.co.nz

“If you’re anything like me, as in alive
and breathing, your body will certainly tingle reading
Hansel & Gretel with the Sexual Hunter
.”

—Amy Roden, Reverend

“
Hansel
& Gretel with the Sexual Hunter
explores what every reader hides from
their lover and more importantly...from themselves. Your sexual wants and needs
down to the hot, sticky, kinky details. You will never get what you want if you
don’t open up. But for those who just live life with that never-ending internal
struggle... they need a little push!”

—Brittany Dishon-Sullivan, lover of
all books hot and spicy

“
Hansel
& Gretel with the Sexual Hunter
is full of steamy scenes, and full
of passion and intrigue from the very beginning that left me
breathless and my toes curled! A well-written beautiful short story with no
room for distraction. It is a must read. I definitely give it 5 stars.”

—Debbie Trevenen, avid reader of
erotica

“Thrilling in more ways than one, this
fast-paced erotic story combines a little nasty, a little nice and a lot of
hot sex scenes to make taking this thrill ride worthwhile. If you
like tales told with an erotic edge and explicit sex this is your kind of
story.”

—Detective Vince Ferraro, author of
Blood & Chocolate
http://www.amazon.com/Blood-Chocolate-ebook/dp/B004APA43E/

Hansel
and Gretel with the Sexual Hunter

Copyright © 2013 by
Liz Adams

All rights reserved. No part
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written permission of Liz Adams.

Cover by Shane Willis

Published by:
Barany Publishing
Oakland, CA

Hansel
and Gretel
with the
Sexual Hunter

Liz Adams

Hansel unbuttoned his shirt and took it off.

He sat down on his bed to remove his shoes and socks.
Tonight was going to be another great night with his beloved fiancée. How did
he get to be so lucky? It had been so hard making it in the candy store
business, it was amazing how as soon as he took Gretel’s advice when he first
dated her, the business began booming. She was so savvy with marketing
strategies, it was amazing.

Hansel stood up and unbuckled his pants.

Gretel’s business smarts probably came from her family
legacy. The Kaplans were as rich and influential as the Rothschilds. And just
as Jewish, which is why his parents, proud of their Aryan purity, didn’t like “that
Jew” he was dating. What they didn’t know was “that Jew” took more interest in
encouraging his love of crafting creative confections than his parents ever
did. And her body? She’d give Hitler a hard-on.

And soon he would get to hear her, see her, caress her,
sleep with her, and wake up with her for the rest of his life.

Hansel pulled off his pants and underwear. Ever since
the fan in the bathroom broke, he’s had to leave the door open so that the
steam wouldn’t over-humidify the bathroom walls. That was okay. As long as Gretel
wasn’t in the apartment, he was still free to perform his shower activities in
private, even with the door open.

He turned on the shower, tested the water. Once it was
hot enough, he stepped inside.

The water washed clean his sweaty day in the kitchen.
With the bar of soap in his hand, he coated every part of his body with suds.
His shoulders, his chest, his back – as much as he could reach of it
– his butt, his thighs, his calves, his feet.

The soap bubbled and lathered across his body. He
washed it away, feeling cleaner and better. The steam rose to his face,
surrounding him, caressing him, like Gretel’s sweet warm breath. Mmm. The
memory of her heat felt good.

The shampoo was a high-class brand, a gift from Gretel
that smelled like mint and tea. He closed his eyes and inhaled the scent. It
reminded him of the night before, having tea with Gretel. She had incredible
ideas on how to get others talking about his business. He hadn’t caught them
all because he was distracted by the cleavage of her pert breasts revealed from
her dark blue halter top. A part of him heard her idea about spreading the news
of store discounts in local social media groups, another part of him wanted to
suck her nipples until she was moaning for him to stuff himself into her. Next
time, he had better take notes on what she was saying.

He closed his eyes and put his head under the water, the
hot spray kissed his face. With just a small step backwards, he imagined that
hot kiss was Gretel’s against his neck. She moved further down, to his pecs,
tonguing them hot and wet. She followed that trail along his abs. Hot. So hot.
Another step back and the water’s spray hit home.

He lathered his hands thick with the bar of soap,
thinking of those luscious lips of Gretel’s. What he wouldn’t give to have them
wrap around his cock like tasting a popsicle. She even seemed to be willing.
Well, willing to give him a blow job. Not so willing to eat a popsicle.

He could never let her do it, though. As it happened
with all his previous relationships, whenever he got a girlfriend to give him a
blow job, she always asked for him to return the favor. And that was one thing
he could never do. It seemed so humiliating. He’d seen plenty of porno films and
whenever the guy went between the woman’s legs, it was like the guy became a
wimp bowing down to the woman and losing all self-respect.

And if eating out Gretel was too humiliating an act for
him to do, he shouldn’t expect to get head from her. Even if she says she wants
to, because that was just code for saying, “Go down on me.”

Still, no harm in dreaming. Hansel gripped his cock
with one well-lathered hand and slid up and down its length. That sensation was
Gretel’s lips sucking on him back and forth. And she would be excited. And she
would be eager. And she would look up at him with those incredible brown eyes, clasping
her hands on his butt cheeks. She’d hold his cock inside her mouth between her
ruby red lips and send shivers up his spine, just as he felt now. His toes would
curl, just as they were doing now. She’d bring him closer to the brink of
climax, wanting to take as much of his length down her throat, wanting to taste
his cum, wanting to swallow every drop.

***

Marissa was on her knees and elbows with a
cherry-flavored lollipop in her mouth. She looked through the scope at the
building across the street, enjoying the view of Hansel lathering his cock.
Watching his hand pump himself, his biceps flexing, his head tilted back, it
was enough to make her wetter than the tongue feasting between her thighs.

“Lick deeper,” she said, her mouth full of lollipop.
The sweet, cherry-flavored juices coated her tongue and she swallowed.

She felt the man’s hands open her cheeks further apart,
her pussy exposed to the air, and his tongue sunk deeper inside her.

She checked the scope again. Lucky for her, Hansel had
left the door to the bathroom open. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have been able to
see his jacking action. But since the door and curtains were open, she could
see right into his fourth floor bedroom and through the bedroom, into the
bathroom. Also lucky was that the shower doors were clear, not pixilated. True,
the steam from the shower wasn’t helping visibility, but the steam mostly
fogged up the top of the shower doors. She had the ability to see clearly from
his shoulders down. What she wouldn’t give to see the expression on his face.

Behind her, she felt the man’s tongue slip across her
folds and swirl around her entrance with strong circles. The sensation of all
her nerves firing washed throughout her body. She pushed back against his
mouth. He alternated between flicking his tongue against her clit and sucking
it. If every part of her body could have sex on their own, they certainly felt
like they were doing it now.
 

Hansel’s hand was pumping faster. He doubled over,
bending his torso. Perhaps he was getting close.

“Stick your cock in me,” she said.

For a brief moment, she felt the chill of being left
alone. Behind her, she heard the sound of a condom being opened.

Looking through the scope, she admired Hansel’s bulky
chest, his abs rippling and clenching as his thick bicep worked hard.

Behind her, a lubricated latex-covered dick pushed
inside. It didn’t feel much different than using a warm dildo. He entered her
with a slow shove.

Hansel looked like he was on the verge of climax. She
wanted to be there with him, feel that climax with him, shudder from orgasm
with him. Hell, she wanted to swallow him and make sure no drop was wasted.

Damn.

His fiancée was lucky.

Well, not exactly lucky, but at least Gretel got the
experience of knowing what it was like to get stuffed by someone who loved you.

In the scope, Hansel’s free hand now rested on the
shower wall. It was going to be now, wasn’t it? He was going to come.

“Faster,” she said.

The man behind her thrust his shaft in and out of her.
She reached under herself and rubbed, waving her hand furiously as if she could
wave her loneliness goodbye. She was close. She swallowed more of the lollipop’s
cherry-flavored juice, pretending it was Hansel down her throat.

Across the street, through the bedroom, through the
bathroom, and into the shower, all close up as though she could give him a hand
job herself, she saw proof of Hansel’s highest pleasure spurt and hit the
shower wall. His hand white from lather, his cock white from lather, but who
knew how much of that was mixed with the cum dripping from his cock?

Marissa screamed and felt the pounding of the man’s
long dick as he grabbed her hips with every thrust. She bit down on the
lollipop, cracking it to pieces inside her mouth. Her pussy spasmed and
tightened around that prick pushing deep within her. What if it were Hansel
inside her? What if she could be his fiancée and this cock was him wanting her,
loving her, giving to her? The climax lasted longer, rumbling across her body,
filling her every limb with sensations she hadn’t felt in a long, long time.

And then the last of the waves crashed along her shore.
She caught her breath from the exertion. The guy behind her stopped his
thrusts, pulled out, and she heard the snap of his condom come off. As far as
she knew he was still hard. He didn’t come yet. Probably saving his stamina for
another client. Didn’t matter. She got what she had paid for, though she doubted
she would have gotten there so quickly had it not been for Hansel.

“The money’s in the top left drawer,” she said.

Through the scope she saw Hansel drying his hair with a
towel. His body was wet, his cock hung freely, tired from the workout. She
looked lovingly at his bulging muscles as they worked to dry his blond hair,
his firm chest, his ribbed abs, his muscle-popping thighs. When he turned away,
she noticed the perfect V-shape silhouette of his torso. And, oh, he just
clenched his butt cheeks in the most delightful way. What an amazing specimen
of a man.

It was a shame she would have to kill him.

***

Riding in the cab behind the cabdriver, Gretel watched
the last of the day’s light caress the skyscrapers. The photo shoot had ended a
little earlier than expected, but the hours still felt much too long having to
wait to see Hansel again. She remembered the day she first met Hansel. She had
been sitting on a park bench with her best friend and fellow model Minx.

Minx had a Kindle with her and was reading an erotic
version of Alice in Wonderland to Gretel. “ ‘He squeezed her breasts then
pulled her neckline to look down. Alice knew she should pull away, but became
too captivated by watching him explore and discover her body, his face so
intent, so driven, as though all the answers could be found down the front of
her dress.’ ”

Gretel laughed. “Alice is such a slut.”

Minx crossed her legs, her thigh muscles flexing a
little tighter than usual. “Are you kidding? We’re practically a quarter of the
way through the story and she hasn’t had sex with anyone, yet. Just petting and
rubbing.”

“Well knowing you, you just want Alice to have sex with
every single character in the story.”

“Don’t be all Ms. Prudy-pants with me, Gretel. You may
want sex with just one character in the story, but you’d want all the other
characters to watch.”

Gretel smiled and held up her hands. “Guilty as
charged.”

“Come on. Let’s get some chocolate.” Minx jumped up and
tucked her Kindle in her tiny black cross-body purse. “I always need chocolate
when I’m horny.”

Gretel picked up her violet Hermès clutch purse from
her lap. “You always need chocolate, period.”

“Touché.”

There was a candy store just at the edge of the park.
As soon as Gretel and Minx strolled into the empty store, the chubby guy behind
the counter saw them, tripped, and fell. It probably wasn’t everyday he saw two
stunning girls walk into the store.

The swinging employees-only door opened. Gretel
practically drooled. One of the yummiest men Gretel had ever seen stepped out.
He was muscled, lean, compact. Yep. Yummy, with blond-hair and blue-eyes. An
Adonis. Adonis helped up his fallen soldier. “Ross, you okay?”

“Yeah, I, uh, just—”

Yummy Adonis brushed off the light smudge of dirt from
the legs of Ross’s pants. “Go ahead and deal with the inventory. I got this
one.”

Ross nodded and went into the back through the swinging
door. Adonis picked up a damp cloth and wiped his hands. “Can I help you?” His
husky voice was also delicious.

Minx spoke with her seductive tone. Apparently, Adonis’s
thick biceps didn’t go unnoticed. “Right now, I’m looking for some dark
chocolate. But I’m always open to trying out your—white—chocolate.”

He chuckled at her flirtatious words, then squinted at
Minx. “You know, you look a lot like Kate Hudson.”

Minx giggled.

Goodness. Gretel was beginning to feel like a third
wheel at this flirt-fest.

He rolled his eyes. “I know that sounds like a come-on.
But I really mean it. You look like Kate Hudson.” He turned to Gretel. “Doesn’t
she look like Kate Hudson?”

That was Hansel’s first interaction with her. He wanted
her opinion. It surprised Gretel how much that meant to her.

She eyed Minx as if for the first time. “Actually, she
does look a bit like Kate Hudson.”

“Thank you.” He extended his hand to her. “My name’s Hansel.
And you are?”

“Gretel.” His grip was firm, warm, his palm callused in
the comforting “I-work-hard” way she suddenly realized she admired. She noticed
his eyes had a touch of emerald in them. “And this is my friend Mindy.”

“But you can call me Minx.” Minx offered her hand, palm
down like a movie star. Really? “Do you think you could give us some
complimentary truffles? We promise not to tell the owner.”

After shaking her hand, Hansel smiled. “Well, considering
I’m the owner, it’s a bit too late to keep handouts a secret.” He winked at Gretel.

Her heart fluttered in her chest.

“You’re the owner?” Gretel spun slowly to admire the
store. The chocolates, the lollipops, the fridge of frozen desserts, the taffy,
the licorice, and so much more, all prettily laid out so that each item got its
own attention. “Impressive. Do you get a lot of business?”

“Not as much as I’d like.”

Gretel picked up a business card and examined it. “What
about changing the name of the store?”

His full-toothed smile was cute. “That sounds like an
expensive suggestion.”

“Hear me out. Right now it’s called ‘Dozens of
Desserts.’ Instead of focusing on the features, focus on the benefits. What
experience do you want your customers to have?”