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    8 Erotica Stories Vol. 3
    8 Erotica Stories Vol. 3
    8 Erotica Stories Vol. 3
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    8 Erotica Stories Vol. 3

    By Sophie Sin

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    Eight hot stories from Sophie Sin. Included are a frustrated 40 something MILF chasing after her newly 21 neighbor's son, the story of a MILF blackmailed into a hot threesome that satisfies her completely, the story of Mandy - The Train Molester - indulging her obsession, and much more. Something for everyone within.

    '8 Erotica Stories Vol. 3' contains the following short stories:

    # MILF Seduces Neighbor’s Son (Seduction)
    40 and Frustrated. No longer attracted to her husband, the MILF searches for greener pastures and finds them in the neighbor's son John. However, the young man has his secrets. Can the MILF please John as he wishes it? And, will she be able to hide their affair from her husband when the John seems bent on exposing her however he pleases? Find out within.

    # Breaking The MILF (Orgy)
    A darkly handsome man leans against the wall in the corner. The bald man glances at her from the bed. Standing in the entrance way to her holiday cabin, she does not know how they will change her life, but they will - Oh, Lord, how they will change it! Six young men and one MILF, who is too naive to know danger when she sees it, go all the way to heaven and beyond. Sophie Sin at her hottest.

    # MILF Blackmailed (Threesome)
    Two men meet a MILF with secrets she dares not share. Years ago she did 'things' - kinky things. These two know what she did and have come to repeat those acts with the promise of enjoyment beyond anything she has ever imagined. Will she be unable to resist the temptation they provide or will she run from pleasure again and hide her true self from the world forever? Find out within

    # Train Molester: The Original Story (Obsession)
    Mandy has hobbies – inappropriate ones. One night on a train she is caught engaging in a little sexual teasing, the risky kind, when she meets someone even kinkier. What happens next will make your eyes pop and make you rethink what it means to be ‘pressed up close’ on a train. “Sexy, sexy, sexy. I loved it!”

    # Train Molester #2 (Obsession)
    There is only one Train Molester. Hard sex, all holes filled, black-white-whatever, she does it all. The beast is free, having escaped The Sicko and she's on the prowl. Men, let your hearts quiver in fear. Train Molester is on the hunt and you might be her prey. This story starts hard and ends harder. There is nothing like Train Molester! Enjoy the filth, straight from Sophie Sin, erotic writer.

    # Train Molester #3 (Obsession)
    A world unknown. In the depths of Tokyo lies a club. It is a place where men enjoy women. Inside a train cab filth will be done. The Millionaire has arrived and where only Japanese are allowed, he reaps some of the sickest acts done by man on the bodies of those who are paid to be unwilling in their affections. Molestation? Go beyond. This is heaven and hell in text. As always, enjoy!

    # Train Molester #4 (Obsession)
    A train. That was all it was... or was it? Did all of that happen? It feels like waking up from a dream, or perhaps a nightmare. What we did... what I did. I will never forget my time on the Texas Trolley and neither will they. Those women, sexy-gorgeous-incredible-women. They I will remember forever for what they did and for what I did to them. This is my story. Read it!

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherLunatic Ink Publishing
    Release dateJan 2, 2013
    ISBN9781301022175
    8 Erotica Stories Vol. 3
    Author

    Sophie Sin

    Sophie Sin writes heterosexual erotica. She also occasionally writes gay erotic fiction under the pen name Dick Powers.

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      8 Erotica Stories Vol. 3 - Sophie Sin

      8 EROTICA STORIES VOL. 3

      Sophie Sin

      Copyright 2015 Lunatic Ink Publishing

      Note: This book is a short work of around 5000 words. If you would like longer, filthier material then feel free to check out Sophie Sin’s short story collections (containing 7 stories plus bonus works). Find more at Sophie Sin's Book List. She also writes male-male gay erotica under Dick Powers.

      Short disclaimer: All individuals represented within this text are over the age of 21 and full and completely are shown to consent in all ways to the sexual activities that take place within this collection of short works.

      Table of Contents

      MILF Seduces Neighbor’s Son

      Breaking The MILF

      MILF Blackmailed

      Train Molester: The Original Story

      Train Molester #2

      Train Molester #3

      Train Molester #4

      MILF Seduces Neighbor’s Son

      MILF #2

      The Neighbor’s Son

      I heard from Barry next door that their son John will be home for the entire summer, darling.

      I look back at my husband.

      Oh, is that so? What about his girlfriend?

      I think they broke up.

      I turn back to the mirror and hide my smile behind the comb that I am using to brush my long black hair.

      That's such a pity. She was so nice. Cathy, wasn't it?

      Patricia.

      Oh yes, the dancer. Did I meet her?

      You were busy at the time when he brought her over to check out the art collection again.

      Ah... what a pity.

      He settles back into his newspaper. I try not to look disgusted at his fat belly. It is sticking out of his pajamas thanks to the position that he is maintaining on our large double bed. I can’t believe that I ended up with this slob. My husband used to be handsome. Now look at him! It is shocking.

      I think to the neighbor’s son John. That boy has looks and personality to spare. He has been at university studying to be a doctor and doing well by all reports. From what I have seen of her when I occasionally come close enough to the fence to see over it, his mother is a gorgeous beauty and loves to sun her sexy body as often as possible to the sexual frustration of the neighborhood’s men.

      I sigh as I think of our neighbors. At least this fat fool is skilled in his business affairs: Enough to make his family, and soon me, very rich. I imagine my divorce settlement, which I am waiting on his end of year bonus to obtain, will be spectacular and then some.

      I look to the mirror. What I see in it pleases me. I was worried that I would not be able to attract another man when I first started thinking about divorce - I am 40 after all. I know that a line has been crossed and I cannot recross it, no matter how much I wish I could. Still, it is a miracle what one can achieve with a little bit of money thrown at the problem.

      I run my fingers over the perfect skin of my face. I know that the rest of the skin on my body is in the same condition. In the right light I could pass for late 20s and often do. That's not to discount the curves that I have worked hard to obtain through hour after grueling hour of exercise and much more. Any man that ends up in my bed will not be disappointed, not even in the slightest.

      I look at my husband in the mirror. He was so handsome once, just the neighbor’s son John is now.

      I'm just going to grab a quick bath, darling, don't wait up.

      He grunts and reaches over to grasp the can of beer that is his second of the evening. The truth about rich people always makes me sigh. He is worth millions yet he drinks moderately cheap beer in bed with socks he has own for far too long. The common people would be shocked. I certainly was.

      I slip into the bathroom on the lower floor. This one is mine alone and the servants know better than to interrupt me when I am bathing.

      I step in and slip the robe off. There is a full length mirror in the corner. I am nude, so I can see the black line of hair that runs up from my clit to taper off at a sharp point about 4 centimeters above.

      I run my hand slowly up my stomach. I have been working them to hard lately and the muscles are popping out in an unladylike way.

      I quickly pass over that warm firmness to my target. I have double D breasts and they are curved just perfectly upwards. My nipples run upwards slightly in that classic way stylized by women like that famous singer with the pointy bra. I love my breasts like I would love my children if I had any. They are gorgeous.

      I work them. My fingers roll in the fleshy expanse of those two wonderful fleshy play things. I am quite rare in the fact that my breasts are large, but also very sensitive. I can barely stand being touched by a man here and there are other issues as well.

      My left breast dribbles a little milk down from the nipple and I groan. I have always had this thing where if I touch them just right they squirt milk. I know I am not pregnant, but it happens now and then. I watch that white juice flow down my nipple, along the tanned flesh of my skin to my stomach. It slows in its descent as it moves onto my stomach and I moan watching it travel lower. I am unabashed in this little fetish that I have. I love to squirt milk and there is one man that gets me horny enough to do it with ease. He is the neighbor’s son and he's coming home from the summer. That boy turned man. 21 years of age and my secret desire. To have that one suckling my nipples as I squirt milk down his throat. What would that be like? I cannot even imagine.

      My right breast gives a brief squirt and I quickly wrap that juice around my fingers. I rub it into my nipples and then take the remainder down to my pussy. This is also one of my joys: Using my milk to lubricate my pussy for my play.

      My breathing slows as I start running my fingers up and down my dripping slit. A whole summer. That is how long I have to seduce him.

      I imagine him behind me, eagerly working my breasts, begging me for my milk, calling me mummy - just like in all my fantasies. I can see his eyes burning for his food. My boy is hungry and mummy has to give him her juice.

      I reach back and spread my butt cheeks painfully wide. I turn and bend over, looking around the curve of my hip at my cute pink pussy, dribbling wetness. My hand cannot be stopped as it reaches between my legs. I slip my head down against the bath tub and watch as I play with my cunt. My thighs are strong and curved and my ass has a nice womanly curve to it. I can see my well balanced calves tensing as I get closer to completion. My stomach is already rolling with the desire to cum. I can barely breathe as my fingers plunge in and out of my vagina. It is foul, but I can fit four in with ease. I have stuff so many wonderful things into this cunt of mine. It is no surprise that I can easily slip my only manicured fingers into my cunt like this. I am such a fake dick whore.

      I keep working myself. I can't seem to stop. I usually hold back from cumming, just so I can go through the next day with a strong sense of desire flowing through me. That is more fun than the release. However, this time I know that I can't stop. I am going to see another type of squirting. I will need to clean up the floor after this.

      My fingers do their job and I let rip a huge orgasm that pushes me to the limits of my ability to control myself. I know that if I scream too loudly that my husband or one of the house staff will hear me. They will know that the mistress of the house is up to no good.

      I slip back. I want to see something filthy today and this is the filthiest thing I know.

      My pussy squirts clear fluid out. The muscles have been well trained and my tantric instructor is quite skilled. She has trained me well and so the quantity is rich and full. It covers the mirror and slides down.

      Turning I bend down low. My lips come to the juice and I put out my tongue. I lick the juice from the mirror hurriedly. I have been a bad girl and this is my punishment for cumming. I must lick up all of my juices and swallow it all.

      I lick and lick until the mirror is covered in my saliva, but clean. I will have to tell my tantric instructor about my failure to hold back. She will not be pleased.

      Slipping back, I look at myself. My cheeks are flushed in the most lewd fashion. I can feel a dripping warmth from below. It is dribbling down my left leg like a fountain. I really out did myself this time.

      Ten minutes later I am sitting in the bath tub thinking about John. I told him to come over the last time we spoke and I am sure that he will. I wonder for a time whether I really dare to go beyond the limits of MILF - because this is what I know I am - and neighbor should do together like that? Can't I just be satisfied with the fantasy and let it be...

      I don't know the answer. However, I have a month to find it. Summer is awhile away and much can change in that time. John may not come, but I am sure that he will.

      I chuckle. Wouldn't that be wonderful. I get all worked up and the young man doesn't show. I'm sure there are more than a few women out there that can relate to that one.

      I start washing my leg, thoughts of John naked and sitting watching me in the bathtub filling my mind. We will just have to wait and see...

      A Man Returns

      He steps out of

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