Jelly Ass Eruption

By Sophie Sin

The first to go in is painful, enlivening and pleasurable. I want to squeeze it out, but Fred – tonight's rather wicked customer – doesn't allow it. “There's five more to go in.” My blue eyes turn to his brown ones with a pained expression. “Five?” The short and muscular man nods. I moan with my desire clear to all watching. So much sexiness in one act... I can't get enough of this perversion.

This story also appears in the '5 Erotic Short Stories Vol 3' collection with other similar stories.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lunatic Ink Publishing
• Release date: Jun 8, 2015
• ISBN: 9781311486837

Sophie Sin

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

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Jelly Ass Eruption

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.

Disclaimer: All participants over the age of 18 and consent to all sexual activities herein.

Editor’s Note:

You can find this story with the others listed below in the ‘5 Erotic Short Stories Vol 3’ collection.

That collection contains the following stories:

His Duty, Gym Shower Sex. For His Birthday. Writer. Hot Hung Hunk. One Time With Mr. Sparks. Cheating Room Mates. MILF Massage Session. Lost In Africa. Blind Switch. British Blond Sex. Arrogance. Falling Deep. Taken By A Warrior. A Token Of Respect. Jelly Ass Eruption

The ‘5 Erotic Short Stories Vol 3’ collection can be found at any of your favorite e-stores.

Some customers have strange ideas about what is erotic.

He warms the half sized jelly cups in the small barely working microwave with the weird flashing light out back in the tiny little kitchen of the two story all-fantasies-catered-for Erotic Play Bar where I moonlight when I'm not pursuing my PhD in Microbiology or stripping for tips.

What are you going to do with those? I ask again.

The tall man with a startling good body for someone who has what appears to be a jelly fetish of some kind shakes his blond haired head and smiles broadly – all teeth present and perfectly white – when the loud bing of the microwave sounds off to indicate the start of whatever he has planned for me.

With that big smile on his face, he extracts the sweet smelling objects, blowing on his fingers a little due to the heat of the plastic tray they are on, and takes a long hard whiff of the six variety flavored jellies, 20 cups in all warmed and ready for our play.

Let's go back to where the others are.

I follow him out. 15 inch heels that click-clack on the black tiled floor push me higher than him by a half a head. My large d-cup breasts jiggle left to right with every step from where they are squeezed into the tiny racy red bikini top that I'm wearing that doesn't quite match the sexy black silk panties are white wedding garter belt, the only other adornments that I'm wearing, at all.

Some of the other worker's eyes follow us as we sit back down on the long clear plastic covered three seater leather couch