by Sophie Sin
“I think someone is very wet down here too. I don't have any clean towels. How can I clean it, I wonder?”
I lick my lush lips, painted deep pink for the occasion and throw some of my soft blond hair over my left shoulder with a lewd look down at his throbbing pants front.
“Sarah...”
He doesn't even get to say the rest. I grab his engorged crotch and sink seductively to my knees.
“You want to see them?”
Before even getting my reply, I throw a thumb under each of the straps to my top and draw it and my bra down to release my large breasts with a firm bounce of soft flesh. His eyes pop out of his head nearly on seeing how massive they are and, particularly, how stiff and erect my large nipples are.
“Fuck...” His shock is apparent in his tone.
Well, Jack went and said it. I figure that was an offer.
Sliding his little metal zipper down with a flourish, I pop the little silver button that is the last line of defense for what lies beneath and reach in to find him of reasonable size and incredibly solid. If there's any further room for blood in this warm piece of man flesh then I can't find it.
The carpet digs into my knees as I aim to envelope his dick with my perked lips. It's surprising when he grabs my slim jaw in his rough fingers and draws it up to look into his eyes.
“With those fucking huge tits...”
My smile is of the infectious variety. I throw his hard cock between my tits and send a silver of saliva down to nestle among the inward folds of my cleavage. It's wetness slides down my skin to moisten the throbbing head of his dick. A little bouncing back and forth from my well-rounded, firm hips is sufficient to create some rather wild cries of pleasure. The heater beside us warms my naked breasts as he thrusts in and out of them like he's going to fuck my tits silly with that thing of his.
A shot of moisture strikes my lips. I fall back in my shock and get coated.
My hand stretches out and is splattered.
Back arched, my tits receive a gooey splurge straight down the right breast. The warmth of his juices is the fountain down on me, dirtying my clothes and making me stank with man seed, is ridiculously arousing. I was going to ask him to cum on me later, one of the greater pleasures of my sex life, I assure you, but if he's going to give me his little white presents early, I don't mind.
When he's finally blown everything he's got on my tits, I crawl forward and bring his dick out over my lips, my head tilted back so I can look into his eyes as I milk the very last remaining drop of cum from his still hard cock. It drips down on my tongue, salty and gorgeous in flavor, and I polish the end of the eye hole where it came from cleaner than when he washed it this morning.
He moans and his dick jerks powerfully. I nearly loose it from my grip.
“That was---”
I'm thrown around on my stomach rather forcefully and pushed to the polished wooden floor. His hands tear at my tight pink shorts and tear them straight down the crotch. My panties are ripped out through the tear and thrown to the polished floor of my apartment. I stare at them as my wetness flows out to the wood below me.
“FUCK – PUSSY!”
Seems I drove him wild. This isn't the first time that this has happened. I reach back over my round, big booty ass and spread my pussy lips with a naughty, slightly embarrassing squelch.
“Gates are open, honey. Don't be gentle.”
His hands grope my butt painfully. Several spanks has me crying out loudly.
Jack fists his hard cock violently then rams it straight into my pussy without a single hint of mercy given. I'm a little tight so it stings, but that is nothing compared to the pleasure in which I experience as he rabidly pounds his dick into my pussy.
“Ahhh!” I whine.
I watch him in the long mirror that I use to check my appearance before leaving home. Jack's mouth is wide open, but no sound comes out. Sweat trickles down from his brow as he rams his dick deeper and deeper into my pussy from behind. His hips are a vicious rolling attack on my rear. Every slapping punch is a step closer to pleasure for both of us. His strong frame, still clothed mostly, shows some incredible endurance. 5 minutes by the clock ticking on the wall pass before I cum.
“Muffiiiinnnn...”
Weirdest thing I've ever called out during sex, but, fuck me, if that orgasm wasn't like popping one's tongue into the sweet center of a caramel muffin and slurping out the rich, warm goo inside then I don't know what to call it.
He yanks out and splatters my back in white. It dribbles down to pool on my spine and is warm and stank in a good way.
We lie at rest. Bodies pressed to each other's, breathing for the first time in a fair while.
“You want those muffins now?”
I wave at the bag and he delivers. We eat them, fuck again and then it stops raining. I chuckle to myself as I watch him hustle down the wet street from the window, a little late for his dinner. Tomorrow, it's going to pour down according to the weather report. I'll be sure to have another delivery then. That was some damn good muffins.
Sophie's Book Note For Our Contract With Mistress MILF
Horny rainy days... that title holds an ounce of truth. You can see it in their eyes, in the way they walk, in how they talk and smirk at each other knowingly. People get horny when it rains. It wouldn't even surprise me if erotic book sales went up on rainy weekends. Not because people have less to do and want to snuggle up with a naughty read, but because some part of us yearns for a little kink when the rain is pouring down outside.
Food for thought.
Much love,
Sophie Sin
Early October 2015
Seducing My Friend's Mum
More MILF Series
So long have I lusted after my friend's mum that it has become an obsession. Now as a man I once more sit in her kitchen as I used to with a steaming cup of coffee warming my hands and her steaming visage in my eyes. I'm going to admit it. I know this. Today things will change between my MILF and me. Maybe...
Introduction To Seducing My Friend's Mum
This is a short piece with a ton of sexy dialogue in it. There's not much more to say but that about this work. Ends well, has a gorgeous middle and starts off vague but alluring. Not too bad for 2000 words.
Of course, we don't put out books without something extra in them these days. In this case we have Bang Bang Express. This is another oddity that Sophie wrote and fits because of that 'odd status'. No MILFs are used or abused or romanced or ruled in this one. A pervert goes after some university girls in a time long by. It's outrageous and likely like nothing you've ever read before. The whole thing is written as a letter to the reader, so even there you'll find a point of difference from what you might have seen elsewhere. We hope you'll enjoy it.
Thanks for reading Sophie Sin's work.
Much appreciation,
Kenneth Guthrie
Editor & Publisher
Lunatic Ink Publishing
Me & Mrs. Cherry
“I can't believe that you've grown so big.”
I throw a bicep curl and smile widely and say, “I've been working out.”
Her hands are all over me.
“You certainly have.”
Mrs. Cherry glances downward somewhat, “I can't believe that you are the same Michael that Thomas used to beat in wrestling all the time.”
“I'm sure I could beat him now,” I say. “By the way where is he?”
She turns and peeks out the window to the backyard and shrugs.
“He disappears a lot. I think he has a girlfriend.”
“He's at that age.”
Her eyes turn to mine.
“So are you.”
“Me? Not yet. I'm waiting for that special girl.”
Her elbow comes out and nudges me in the ribs a few times, “And how many girls have been special to you in the meantime.”
I smirk.
“A few. But there's one that I always wanted, but never could quite ge
t the guts up to tell her how I felt.”
“Oh? Who?”
I shrug. “Just a girl. She's too old for me anyway.”
“Love doesn't know age.”
My eyebrows go up. “Sure,” I say, taking a long look around the kitchen then settling on her soft brown eyes that are slightly hidden by her blond bangs. “Bet the neighbors would love that.”
Her laughter is delicious.
“We old ladies do need something to talk about.”
“Sure do.”
I sit down at the breakfast bar and sip my coffee.
“How are you and Ted?”
Her frown surprises me.
“He left.”
“Left?”
“Two months ago. It's been hard. He was the third guy we've had through the house. I hate to think what Thomas thinks of it.”
I'd hate to think what you'd do if you knew he'd given me his blessing for today, Mrs. Cherry.
I straight myself and look properly solemn.
“Things have a way of working out. I'm sure he just wants you to be with a good man.”
“Know any?”
“A few. I happen to think I'm a pretty nice guy.”
She slaps my hand and dips her finger in the cookie batter to lick and smile at me in a knowing way.
“You don't look so nice. Those eyes of yours – they've seen a lot of girls naked, haven't they?”
“College is a man's adventure.”
“Yet you never settled down?”
“None of them were what I wanted.”
“What kind of woman do you want?”
I run my finger around the edge of my cup and pause for effect. She's leaning on the breakfast bar with her eyes twinkling. She doesn't know. Not yet. Not just yet. Soon though. Then how will those eyes look, I wonder? It's a very adult thought for a young man of 25.
“Sexy.”
“Oh? How?”
“She has to have a sultry look to her. Eyes that can smolder and set a man alight.”
“Sounds like a romance novel character.”
“Kinda.”
She waits.
“And?”
“Kind, caring, loving. I don't want some hardened slut or over-confident corporate slugger. She's got to be a woman and know it. That's important for me.”
“Wow. You have some standards for a kid your age.”
I stiffen.
“I'm hardly a kid.”
We lock eyes. She looks away.
“Guess you aren't. And?”
I want to tell the truth, but I hold myself from it.
“Honest.” It's what I should be. “She's got to speak her mind and not hold anything back. If my life has been anything to go by, honesty leads to trust and if a man can't trust his woman then he can't trust anyone.”
“You want so much.”
“Not so much.”
We stand in silence. The cookie timer goes off. Mrs. Cherry shakes herself from her thoughts and starts working the batter onto the tray. I sit there and sip my coffee. The warm smell of the cookie batter cooking on the pre-heated tray is welcome. A homecoming for the boy that left and the man that returned.
“Mrs. Cherry.”
“Yes, Michael?”
“I got a thing I want to tell you.”
Her hands shake on the tray as she places it in the oven.
“I knew you did. I saw it in your eyes the moment you entered my kitchen.”
“Then you'll know that I can't be turned.”
“But you must. Thomas wouldn't allow it.”
I spread my hands.
“We men have our own ways of settling things. He doesn't disagree with my intentions.”
“But I do and your mother would too.”
“Perhaps. But mother knows that a man has to follow his heart.”
She looks away.
“And my heart is here in this kitchen.”
Her hands grip the bench she's standing at.
“I can't.”
“No,” I say. “You can. You just don't think it's right, me being 25 and you nearing 47.”
“48.”
“You don't look a day over 40.”
“Thank you, Michael.” There's silence then she speaks. “I really have to refuse though.”
“On what grounds?”
“I'm out of a relationship. How would you know it was real and not a rebound or something?”
“Silly concerns. There are ways that men can know the difference.”
Her eyes meet mine.
“You have grown up.”
“I needed to.”
I stride to her and reach for her cheek. Her hands block mine. We fight for it for a time and she ends up giving it when it is clear I will not be thrown off so easily from my desires.
“My 17th birthday was the day. Did you know that?” There is no reply and I continue. “I was walking to that makeshift pool that you used to have for the summer and I happened to look in through the window. You were dressing in your swimsuit. It was tame, but the body under it – what I saw with my own two eyes – was nothing but that.” I draw up her chin. “And it hasn't changed. Matured, but hasn't changed.”
I lean forward to her and bend my lips to hers, nearly touching.
“That day I fell in love with a woman named Mary Cherry, my friend's mother and an angel among angels.”
“Oh, Michael, you shouldn't. These things you are saying, they are going to my head.”
“As they should,” I whisper. “As they should.”
Her lips are soft and full. Woman's lips. Mature lips. I suckle them, peck at them and then consume them. The kiss I give, she returns in full. No lust is left on the table. We want each other and we shall have each other.
I break and run my hand down her dress.
“I'm not looking to make you a dirty woman, but I'm not going to stop here, if you get my meaning. A woman needs to be tested and her man-to-be should have the same treatment.”
I run my fingers through her hair and feel the shy softness of her blond locks.
“I'm going to take you to the limit, Mrs. Cherry. All the damn way to there and back.”
Her arms wrap around me and we kiss for the longest time.
“Don't you think you should call me Mary?” she asks.
“Not until you are good and mine,” I whisper back. “Good and mine.”
Our tongues twist around each others and our hands roam free. Her breasts are huge. Ds for sure. These have been suckled on by a baby and have grown full and large. They satisfy me with their softness, their realness, as I caress them and go lower.
“Oh, Michael! You can't touch there, you bad boy. I'll get excited.”
My finger works in the soft wetness below.
“I want to be a very bad boy for you, Mrs. Cherry. So, so bad.”
Down on my knees and her dark red dress over my head, I pull her panties aside, inhale her womanly must and bury my lips in her pussy to find the hard rock of her clit fully out of its hood and ready for my attack.
And attack I do.
“You taste so sweet,” I murmur.
“So soft.”
“So sweet.”
Her hands grip my head and her jaw is throw back as her eyes hit the ceiling and a wail of a orgasm burns through her.
“You young men, is this how you treat an older woman?”
I turn her, push her feet apart with one foot and yank her dress up over her hips.
“I'm going to treat you much worse than that, Mrs. Cherry,” I promise. I take my dick, which is fat as a slab of long sausage and swollen in girth and slap it deep into her cunt. “How does a young dick feel, baby?”
“Like the biggest I've ever had,” she returns.
I bash away at her. She's wide of hip, so I know that she can take it. Every strike is harder and harder as my own orgasm starts riding high. To stop myself from cumming I have to pull out and take her to the kitchen table. She mounts me and rides my cock in the ligh
t of the nearby window. I yank open her white blouse and pull her bra down. It's a little plain and I make a note that when she's fully my woman to make her wear only sexy lingerie when I'm around.
Her breasts bash out and flop in long circles. They are huge and the nipples are just like I remember them.
“Fucking naughty woman,” I moan. “You want me to cum in you, don't you?”
The thought of impregnating her doesn't slow the woman's pace for an instant. She pumps down harder and harder and starts telling me to cum in her deep. I throw my head back and do just that.
Mrs. Cherry takes a long coating of cum in her pussy. It whitens the pink walls and leaves her dirty.
“You need to clean me up. I don't have time for a shower.”
I come out from under her and stands by the table. She crawls to the side and sucks off my hard dick in long slow strokes.
“How's the taste?”
“Filthy.”
I turn her and spank her twice.
“For being a naughty woman.”
Bringing her back around, I lay a long kiss on her lips.
“That's for being the woman I love.”
“Naughty but loved?”
“A man should have many tastes.”
I pull her up off the table, carry her to the oven, which I flick off, and then stroll down the hall to her bed. There we cuddle and kiss and remind each other that this is real.
“Will you have me?” I ask eventually.
“Thomas really said it was fine?”
“He said I could ask. The rest is up to you.”
She smirks at me.
“What if I say no?”
“Then I say that you haven't had enough sex.”
Her smirk changes to a grin with a mean glint in her eyes.
“No.”
Six no's lead to a yes. A good woman takes convincing. I believe I convinced her just fine today.
Bang Bang Express