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 of this document may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without prior 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 actio
n. 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?”

  He shrugged. “That they’re about to taste something delicious, tempting…”

  “There you go. Delicious Temptations.”

  He blinked and licked his lips, as though savoring the new title. “Wow. That’s good. You’re good.” He looked around his store as if with new eyes. “Tell you what. Just for that great piece of advice, I’ll let you have any dessert. On the house.”

  Minx squealed and shot a finger at the display case. “Truffle!”

  Gretel’s heart warmed at how much Hansel appreciated her advice.

  Hansel used a pair of tongs to delicately pick up the chocolate ganache round ball. “Yeah, I noticed you were eyeing that one.” He placed it on a square of wax paper and handed it to Minx. “How about you, Gretel?”

  “I like just about everything here.”

  “Truffle? Licorice? Taffy? Popsicle?”

  “Definitely not a popsicle. I love that it’s low-fat and low-calorie, but I don’t like the feel of cold food in my mouth. I hate popsicles. Only if my life depended on it would I suck on a popsicle.”

  “Got it. No popsicles.”

  Gretel scanned the store. “It all looks delicious. What do you recommend?”

  With the tongs, he removed another truffle from the display case. “This one’s my favorite. It’s semi-sweet Belgian chocolate blended with pure, natural peppermint oil, and dusted with cocoa.”

  Gretel decided to be bold. If Minx could be flirtatious, so could she. “The ends of the tongs are wrapped around it. Can you hold it up in your hand so I can see it better?”