“Vegas Babes Series” by Lisabet Sarai

“Trust the ladies of Las Vegas to show you a good time.”

My good friend and fellow author of erotica has just released a compilation of her Vegas Babes series of stories, aptly named, Vegas Babes, The Complete Series.

Lisabet’s Vegas Babes series is loosely based upon characters and places that I’ve created in my stories about Foxy and Larry, the swinger couple, who own The Fox’s Den strip club. They are the ringleaders for this debauched group of perverts.

About the Series

Meet the Vegas Babes—lusty ladies eager for new carnal adventures. Technically virginal Francesca celebrates her wedding eve with a scandalous performance at a Vegas strip club. Classy Ivy League grad Laura discovers her inner slut with the help of an entire Scottish rugby team. Red-headed Annie and her well-hung accountant hubby provide a sex-drenched Sin City education for their gorgeous coed neighbors. Pure, untouched Patricia wages a guerrilla campaign against kink but finds herself captive in a Dom’s web of desire.

Then there’s hot mama Chantal, elegant Domme Professor Inez, bossy MILF Giulia, voluptuous she-male Rosa, dirty little old lady Althea —you don’t have to be sweet young thing to be a babe! Venture into a world of exuberant sexual excess and open-minded romance, where no fantasy is too wild to explore and everyone gets a thrilling, sticky happy ending.

This boxed set collects the complete five book Vegas Babes series, and includes a lively introduction by Larry Archer, creator of The Fox’s Den.

Hot Brides in Vegas

Never underestimate the power of a horny bride.

Francesca Torelli’s tycoon father is throwing a lavish Las Vegas wedding for his only child. Her fiancé Jake and his buddies set out to explore the fleshpots of Sin City. Meanwhile, Fran and her bridesmaids are stuck at the resort under the watchful eye of her stern Aunt Giulia. Frustrated, the young women hatch a plan to escape their chaperone and have some fun of their own at The Fox’s Den.

More Brides in Vegas

Tying the knot — with no strings attached!

Annie and Ted are getting married, and they’ve invited all their friends from The Fox’s Den Amateur Night to the party. Taking over a vintage eighties motel with a courtyard and pool for their private function, the bride and groom expect a certain amount of carnal excess. Still, nobody’s prepared for the sexual free-for-all that breaks loose. As the wedding guests act out their secret fantasies, they push the limits of both lust and love. Finally arriving at the altar, after an exhausting, arousing twenty four hours, Annie and Ted realize that tying the knot doesn’t have to mean tying themselves down.

Sin City Sweethearts

Welcome to Las Vegas—leave your inhibitions at the city limits.

Annie and Ted are typical newlyweds—just a bit more open-minded about sex than most couples. When a pair of gorgeous, innocent undergraduates moves in to the apartment downstairs, Ted and Annie decide to educate the sisters about the carnal delights of Sin City. Marcie and Maddy prove to be apt pupils, eager to indulge their voracious appetites with an ever-widening circle of intimate partners.

Valentine’s Visit: Four-way Friend Swap

Jake and Fran and Ted and Annie celebrate Valentine’s Day—Vegas style!

When Jake and Fran are invited to Las Vegas spend Valentine’s weekend with Jake’s old friend Ted and his curvaceous ginger-haired wife, they’re not sure what to expect. The last time they saw Ted and Annie, at the Vegas couple’s pre-wedding stag party, the four of them had ended up in bed together. But maybe that was just a fluke. There’s only one way to find out.

Babes in Bondage

It’s 9 PM in Vegas. Do you know your safe word?

When an anti-porn terrorist group shuts down the Sin City Fetish Fair, Larry Archer offers The Fox’s Den as an alternative venue. Plans for the Den’s first Kink Night quickly take shape.

Virginal Patricia Hastings leads the Anti-Porn Brigade in their fight against filth. She’s determined to destroy the anything-but-vanilla strip club – if only she can resist her own secret craving for surrender.

Buy Links

Kinky Literature: https://www.kinkyliterature.com/book/6569-vegas-babes-the-complete-series/

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Amazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B0852RXW6X

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Amazon AU: https://www.amazon.com.au/dp/B0852RXW6X

Lisabet and I have had an interesting relationship, long distance for sure as we live on opposite sides of the Earth. Below is the how she looks at our interesting interactions!

The Vegas Babes series was born out of a failed collaboration.

I’d read a few books by my friend and colleague Larry Archer, set in a slightly fictionalized Las Vegas that features a strip club called The Fox’s Den. While Larry and I were chatting online, he showed me a gorgeous image he’d found that he wanted to use for a cover for some new book. I immediately had ideas about the characters in the photo and suggested we work together to write a book about those lovely ladies.

Chapter One was a breeze; I sent it off to him, and awaited Chapter Two. The next thing I knew, he’d written four chapters – and moved the story far from the plot line than I’d envisioned.

It soon became clear that my writing process and Larry’s were radically different – indeed, irreconcilable. I abandoned Nina, The Fallen Ballerina to Larry’s fertile and filthy imagination. Meanwhile, I’d been bitten by the Vegas bug. Out of the blue, I had a notion for a book set in Larry’s world, but centering on a whole new set of characters.

The denizens of The Fox’s Den created by Larry would appear, but only as cameos. With Larry as my mentor, I wrote a funny, filthy novella in record time. I hadn’t written stroke fiction in a long time; I’d forgotten just how enjoyable it can be to turn off the censor and let the characters follow their most sordid instincts.

Anyway, that book (Hot Brides in Vegas) became the first Vegas Babes volume. Writing it was truly liberating – I felt as though I’d finally thrown off the shackles of genre convention. I could write what I felt like writing, which at the time happened to be no-holds-barred smut. The ideas kept flowing after I’d published Hot Brides. In fact, the series kept me going for nearly 200,000 words.

Furthermore, the Babes books have sold better than anything I’d written previously.

It’s a bit sad that Larry and I can’t write together. Just think what we’d get up to, setting our dirty minds to the same task. However, our unsuccessful experiment in co-writing definitely had a silver lining.

LOL – It’s a hoot to read how Lisabet describes our interaction but when she turns off the good influence in her mind and climbs in bed with her bad angel, she really shines. As someone who writes strictly stroke porn, I believe people read erotica for the erotica and not some loftier goal.

When I write stories that you can Jack/Jill off to, it can’t simply be fucking and sucking as swingers say but a lot of fucking and sucking that is loosely tied together with a somewhat believable plot line.

After Lisabet asked if I’d mind her writing a story based upon my characters who inhabit The Fox’s Den strip club, I was thrilled with the prospect of reading someone else’s view of Foxy and Larry and their outrageous strip club.

The Vegas Babes Series is the cumpulation of the five hot and sexy stories, which have poured out of her keyboard and are now available for purchase. As an author of erotica, it’s always interesting to read other author’s works.

If you like hot erotica, give Lisabet Sarai a try.

Below Find X-rated Excerpts From The Vegas Babes Series

MF Kink – from Babes in Bondage

“Do you want to top me, darling?” Rising to her feet, she shimmied out of her denim skirt and kicked it aside. She stood before him, nude and proud, her ginger curls stirring in the balmy October breeze, sex-juice trickling down the insides of her thighs.

Ted’s cock jumped in approval, though his face showed confusion. “But you’re such a take-charge girl, Annie. You’re anything but submissive.”

“Are you sure?” She turned her back to him, displaying her recently assaulted ass. “Look closely.”

He obeyed, leaning in until she felt his warm breath on her skin. “Are those marks?” he asked in wonder. “Bruises?” He traced the fading signs of her afternoon spanking, waking faint echoes of the pain while stoking the fire of her arousal.

“Inez can be quite fierce at times. A bit scary.”  Annie pivoted to face him. “But I trust her. She’s an expert. She senses how much I can bear, and never pushes me any further.” She leaned over to brush her lips across his. “Or at least, not much further.” She flashed him a provocative grin.

“But I’m not an expert,” Ted protested. “Just the opposite.”

“I trust you completely, baby. I trust the bond between us, the power that first drew us together.” She scanned his still-worried face. Should she should back off? Perhaps he really wasn’t ready for this. “But maybe you don’t want to top me.”

 “Oh, I do.” His voice was almost too soft to hear. “You wouldn’t believe how much.”

Annie sank to her knees on the tiled balcony floor and bowed her head. “Then take me, Sir. I’m yours.”


He stood, close enough that his rampant cock bobbed inches from her mouth. She swallowed a mouthful of saliva at the notion of tasting him, but restrained herself. She had to let him lead.

“What should I do?”

“Whatever you want, Sir.” She ventured a glance upward, meeting his eyes, full of carnal hunger and lingering uncertainty. She couldn’t help licking her lips. “You might, for instance, begin by fucking my face.”

Ted chuckled, suddenly sounding much more confident. “Oh! Are you giving me instructions, slave?”

“No, Sir. It was just a suggestion.”

“Well, I have some other thoughts. Don’t move. I’ll be back.”

He disappeared into the condo, leaving her kneeling on the cold, hard surface. Arousal zipped through her in a tight circuit, from her nipples to her clit and back. The heady fragrance of her own dripping cunt teased her nostrils.

She closed her eyes, trying to slow her racing pulse, struggling with her almost overwhelming excitement. She might come just from the thrill of waiting, the knowledge that she’d surrendered all power to her lover.

The wind rose for a moment, tangling her hair. Faint traffic noise reached her ears. Her knees hurt. Ted had been gone a long time, or so it seemed. Did he have second thoughts? Should she go looking for him?

 She forced herself to stillness. Patience was a major component of surrender.

“You’re dripping all over the floor, slut!”

Annie started, her heart slamming against her ribs. With her eyes closed and her focus turned inward, she hadn’t heard him arrive.

“Clean up your mess,” he ordered.

Trying not to smile at his bossy tone, Annie bent at the waist. A small pool of cunt-juice had formed between her spread thighs. She licked up every drop, enjoying the tang of her personal musk. She was no stranger to the taste of pussy.

When she’d finished her appointed task, she knelt up, with her hands clasped at the small of her back. Ted reached down to run a finger over the still-damp tiles, ostensibly to evaluate her work. On his way up, he swiped the finger through her soaked sex-folds.

Annie gasped as a storm of pleasure raged through her. She’d been close to climax simply from contemplating her own submission. His touch pushed her to the very edge. She teetered there, struggling for control.

He seized a hank of her hair and raised her face to his. “You don’t come unless I tell you to. You know that, right?”

Romantic and sexy – from More Brides in Vegas

Bent over her phone and concentrating on her list, she was startled when a pair of strong arms slid around her waist and a warm mouth nuzzled her ear.

“How’s my beautiful bride?”  Ted licked his way down the side of her neck, making her shiver, then turned her head so he could plant a kiss on her mouth.

“Much better, now that the groom is back!” She melted into his arms, offering him a more convenient angle. Ted kissed like an angel. For long moments, Annie dwelt in heaven.

 “Everything go all right?” she asked, when he finally released her.

“Like clockwork, except that I missed you.” Ted palmed her breasts through her thin top, his thumbs circling her nipples. Her nubs snapped to attention. Pushing the shirt up to her armpits, he bent to suckle the tender buds, making them harder still. He dragged her hand to his bulging crotch.

“See? I need to be inside you, Annie-belle. Right now.”

“We don’t have time, baby,” she protested, even as he shimmied her shorts down her shapely legs. “The guests—”

“Are coming for our wedding, Annie.” He hoisted her up so she was sitting on the dining table and spread her thighs. “This weekend is about us. Our love. Everything else comes second.”  Leaning in, he took a lungful of her musky scent. “You’re turned on, don’t pretend you’re not. You want me.”

“Of course I want you—oh!”  Her fiancé’s tongue left a trail of fire as he swept it through her folds.

“Oh, god, that feel’s so good! Oh, Ted…!” Her lover burrowed deeper into her snatch, licking and biting, driving her crazy. “Ted—the glass doors—anyone could be watching!”

“Let ‘em watch,” he replied, tearing open his fly to release his pulsing erection. Positioning himself in the V of her legs, he drove his cock into her juicy cunt in one smooth, glorious motion.

Annie sighed with bliss as he stretched her wide. He felt incredible. No slow starts for her Ted. Right away he was pounding her pussy like a jackhammer, with a force that made her toes curl. Resting on her elbows, she opened herself to his fierce thrusts.

God, she loved the way he fucked her! She remembered the first time, in the VIP quarters at The Fox’s Den. She’d wanted him the minute she stepped onto the stage and saw him seated at the edge, his eyes following her every move. Sure, she had entered the Amateur Night contest hoping to win one of the generous prizes, to help cover her university tuition, but once Ted appeared, he was all she thought about. She’d danced for him only, to seduce him, to win him. She could see he was shy and a bit nerdy, with his glasses, clean-shaven cheeks and neatly clipped hair. Well, Annie knew how to get a guy hot. In her debut performance as a stripper, she’d used every trick she could think of.

Not that Ted really needed encouragement, once they were alone. He’d plunged his fine cock deep into her hungry cunt and ravaged her just the way she liked. Even when it turned out they weren’t exactly alone—Franny and Jake, Laura and Steve, Chantal and Foxy, even fusty old Aunt Giulia had ended up in carnal clinches in the VIP suite that crazy night—Ted hadn’t stopped fucking her until she’d climaxed four times. Only then did he roar and fill her with his cum.

A true gentleman, her Ted. With a very talented cock.

He continued to ram into her body, which was draped at the perfect height on the sturdy dinette table. Wrapping her legs around his waist, she held on, gripping his wonderful cock with her inner muscles. Ted growled—she knew he loved that—and pumped even faster.

An orgasm shimmered on her horizon, glittering with promise. Tightness gathered in her pelvis. Her clit ached; she needed friction. Arching up, she ground herself against his body, forcing his cock even deeper.

Yes! He slammed into her. She clenched down as cataclysms of pleasure shook her, starting deep in her belly and rippling out to her extremities. The climax went on and on, aftershocks rumbling through her one after another. Her lover continued to plow her shuddering pussy as the last echoes died away. Finally he jerked, yelled and poured his spunk into her twitching hole.

Ted slumped down on top of her, panting. She let her legs flop onto the table and slipped her arms around his neck, pulling his head to her breasts. He was too tired to lick them, but his warm breath soothed her.

“I love you,” she told him, running her fingers through his hair. “And you were right. That was just what I needed to relax.”

“Mmm,” he answered, burying his face in her ample tits. For long minutes they lay there, sated and content, in a world of their own.

Filthy – from Sin City Sweethearts

“So,” said Maddy in a languid voice. Her tongue circled her mouth, gathering remnants of DeFazio’s jizz.  She looked from Ted to Joel and back. “Which one of you wants to be next?”

“Madeleine, you can’t—” her coach began.

“Hush,” she interrupted. “I’ll listen to you when you tell me how to improve my performance, but you can’t tell me who to fuck. Don’t pretend you didn’t have your eye on me.”

“Maddy—” DeFazio sounded desperate.

“Well, I had my eye on you too. I told Ted. Didn’t I, Mr. Thomas?”

Without waiting for an answer, she fell to her hands and knees and crawled over to Ted’s feet. “Let me help you with that,” she said, grinning up at him before licking his rampant dick from base to tip in one long, hot sweep of her tongue. Then she swallowed him whole.

Ted moaned, pleasure flashing through him like lightning. Her mouth was warm, juicy, soft and hard simultaneously, lips, tongue and teeth all working together to kindle incredible sensations. Her nose burrowed into his pubes. Her throat muscles worked around his cockhead, massaging and caressing. She turned up the suction until it was nearly unbearable, then backed off to let him breathe, before sliding her slick lips along his shaft to take him deeper than he would have believed possible. Each of her moves felt better than the one before. In less than sixty seconds, he was close to coming.

Where’d this girl learn how to give head? Hadn’t she been a virgin, or nearly, just a few weeks ago?

Hands on her bare shoulders, he held on for dear life as she devoured him. Her sweat-moist skin felt unbelievably smooth. Her taut muscles moved underneath, as coordinated and strong as she’d been out on the field. She grazed his length with her teeth, swirled her tongue around his girth, sucked until he felt like the vacuum would literally pull the cum up his stalk. His balls tensed and tightened, ready to explode.

“God, Maddy,” he groaned through gritty teeth. “I’m going to—”

He didn’t get a chance to finish. Violent pleasure rocked his body. Cum shot out from his dick like fire from a rocket, straight down her throat. He felt her swallow, then ease back so the next spurt filled her mouth. She swished the jizz around, savoring the taste like some connoisseur, then drank it down just in time for the next surge.

Ted’s cock continued to spout, each burst accompanied by a new flare of bliss. Finally, he pulled out, thinking to give her battered mouth a rest, only to have one last blast of cum emerge from his slit to paint squiggles of white on Maddy’s dusky cheeks. She leaned in to plant a gentle kiss on the wet tip of his cock, then used her forefinger to scrape the cum off her face.

“Yum,” she said, licking her fingers with obvious gusto. “I love the way you taste.”

Ted sank down onto one end of the bench, his softening dick hanging out of his jeans. How did that happen? he wondered, still bleary from residual pleasure.

Meanwhile the lithe wench turned to Joel. “You’re next, Mr. Standish. Why don’t you lie down? My knees are a bit sore.”

Lesbian – from Valentine’s Visit

Annie dropped one hand to Fran’s crotch, still fondling her tits with the other. She found the leggings completely soaked. “You’re such a horny girl,” she murmured. She stroked her finger along the damp seam of the garment, following the line of Fran’s cleft. Franny squirmed in response. “I’ll bet I can get you off just by rubbing your through your clothes, without touching your bare skin at all.”

Fran was clearly naked under the leggings. Annie easily found the ridges of her lower lips and the swollen node where they met. She rocked Fran’s clit back and forth with her thumb, while pressing her fingers into the crevice between. Meanwhile, she continued to pinch and tug one engorged nipple.

“Oh, Annie!” The dark-haired creature leaned back on her hands and spread her legs wide, shamelessly begging for more stimulation. “Put your hand in my pants. Touch my pussy. Please, Annie!”

“No way. I’m going to make you come like this. Just the friction and the pressure. The way Jake probably got you off when you were still a virgin…”

She could have wormed her hand under Franny’s waistband of course, could have brushed her fingers over the raw flesh and probed her slippery cleft, but somehow this was more arousing. More of a challenge, too.

Releasing her hold on the other woman’s breast, Annie applied both hands to her task. With her right, she circled the girl’s increasingly prominent clit, occasionally adding a light pinch. Meanwhile she pushed three fingers of her left into Fran’s pussy-hole, fighting the resistance of the drenched fabric barrier. She thrust in a steady rhythm, penetrating more deeply as the leggings stretched more and more.

Franny collapsed backward onto the bench, moaning non-stop, her thighs gaping as she humped Annie’s fingers. They were far enough inside now that Annie could bend them a bit. She felt the strain in the material as she groped blindly for Fran’s G-spot. She couldn’t reach it, not yet. She pushed harder, determined to repay her friend for the pleasure she’d recently experienced herself.

Spandex doesn’t tear, but all at once, the seam gave way. Instead of rough fabric, Annie felt the slickness of bare pussy-flesh. She forced her fingers through the widening gap to plunge deep into Fran’s cunt, hooking upward to graze the secret bundle of nerves near the front. Simultaneously, she thumbed the girl’s clit.

With a keening cry, Francesca came. Her cunt muscles clamped down on Annie’s invading fingers. Her hips bucked and her arms flailed. Fresh liquid poured from her crotch, turning her ruined leggings into a sodden mess.

 Annie’s sex clenched in sympathy as she continued to stroke Fran’s quivering pussy. Her breath came in shallow pants, as though she’d been running a race. She realized she was pretty close to coming herself, just from vicarious arousal.

So when Francesca lunged for her, gave her a pussy-flavored kiss, and slipped her hand between Annie’s legs to flick at her clit, she exploded. Stars whirled around her head, like in some cartoon.

Waves of pleasure flooded out from her center. She closed her eyes and rode them into the darkness.

Fran was licking up the juices from her thighs when Annie regained her senses. It felt divine. But what about the guys? She realized she’d totally forgotten about Ted and Jake.

They hadn’t moved from their chairs, but they’d made themselves more comfortable as they enjoyed the girls’ erotic performance. Ted’s cock reared up from his lap, enormous and swollen. He jerked at it, his rhythm fierce and irregular, eyes half-closed and teeth clenched. Annie knew from experience he was close to coming.

Jake had his dick out, too. He squeezed it hard with one hand, fondling his balls with the other. He seemed more leisurely in his masturbation than her husband, further from the edge. But when her eyes met his, he yelled, and a fountain of cum spurted from his rod, all over his lap. That kicked off Ted’s orgasm. Her husband’s spunk arced up to spatter the tiled balcony floor.

Franny pulled her into another soul kiss. Annie opened to her tongue, meanwhile wriggling her fingers back into her girlfriend’s hole.  Fran moaned. Annie nibbled at the woman’s lips, her eyes locked to Jake’s. Jake watched hungrily as Annie frigged his wife.

Ted, however, had his eyes on Jake’s cock, which was hardening again even as it still dribbled cum.

Annie knew what he was thinking. Her husband was still coming to terms with his bisexual nature. Of course, Jake was probably one hundred percent straight. Still, the weekend might turn out to be even more—interesting— than they’d expected.

About Lisabet

Lisabet Sarai became addicted to words at an early age. She began reading when she was four. She wrote her first story at five years old and her first poem at seven. Since then, she has written plays, tutorials, scholarly articles, marketing brochures, software specifications, self-help books, press releases, a five-hundred page dissertation, and lots of erotica and erotic romance – over one hundred titles, and counting, in nearly every sub-genre—paranormal, scifi, ménage, BDSM, GLBT, and more. Regardless of the genre, every one of her stories illustrates her motto: Imagination is the ultimate aphrodisiac.

You’ll find information and excerpts from all Lisabet’s books on her website (http://www.lisabetsarai.com/books.html), along with more than fifty free stories and lots more. At her blog Beyond Romance (http://lisabetsarai.blogspot.com), she shares her philosophy and her news and hosts lots of other great authors. She’s also on Goodreads, Pinterest, and  Twitter. Join her VIP email list here: https://btn.ymlp.com/xgjjhmhugmgh

About LarryArcher

Larry Archer's the name, smut's my game. I am a writer of erotic literature that's generally always HEA (Happily Ever After), which typically involves no regrets sex. I write in a humorous style with a plot and suitable for reading with one hand. My stories are full of sexual situations that are often taken straight from our swinger lifestyle in Las Vegas. If you want to enjoy erotica, where every page is dripping with action, give me a try.
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2 Responses to “Vegas Babes Series” by Lisabet Sarai

  1. Hey, Larry!

    You really don’t know when to quit, do you? ;^) One excerpt would have been plenty!

    I’m really grateful for your generosity and your advice about the smuttier side of writing. I can’t exactly say you’ve made me a better person (LOL), but I’ve been having a great time.


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  2. LarryArcher says:

    I can always serve as a bad example!


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