MILFs, Cheating Wives & Well Hung Men Vol. 2

By Sophie Sin

15+ short erotic stories from Sophie Sin. Included are the naughty women of Whiskey North using sex to 'discourage' bad behavior, a obsessed college journalist finally gets some time with her football player crush, a woman tied to a chair who is willing to do anything for her cause, and much more. Something for everyone within!

The second volume of 'MILFs, Cheating Wives & Well Hung Men' contains over 15 stories. Here are a selected few that might be of interest:

# A Kinky Turn Of Events (Whiskey North Series)
We keep the peace. Through seduction and outright naughty behavior, Whiskey North continues to thrive. This series is sexier than anything you've ever read. A playful romp through the streets of old with hot passion in every alley and darkened doorway.

# College Girl's Obsession
I never thought that I had a chance – not even once – but here he is in bed with me, running his fingers up my spine and sending shivers through me like wild fire over a plain of dry grass. I moan a little too loudly as his fingers get friendly with the more sensitive regions of my body. Finally, my obsession is all mine!

# Cuffed To A Steel Chair (Tied To A Chair Series)
Anything to save the birds! They asked me if I'd submit to being taped. I said yes. They asked me if more than one man would be okay. I grudgedly accepted. But this... They are asking too much. The whole thing... All of this... This is too much for any woman. I will never be able to look at myself in the same way again.

# Double Teaming A Cheating MILF (Cheating Wives Series)
A bit of sexual harassment takes a turn for the worse when the boss finds his wife in full heat in the handsome new employee's arms. In this situation only the most extreme of measures is going to work to save the job and career that this younger man so desperately desires. Anything goes in this naughty mind game orchestrated by your favorite master of kink Sophie Sin.

# Broke Out & Broken In (Filthy Eductation Series)
I snuck out to meet a boy and now I must take my punishment. With riding crop and so much more, this young woman will learn her lesson at hands of the staff of the most devious all woman university prep-school ever!

These short erotic stories can be found within as well as many more.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lunatic Ink Publishing
• Release date: Oct 28, 2015
• ISBN: 9781311639448

Sophie Sin

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

Book preview

A Kinky Turn Of Events

Whiskey North Series

We keep the peace. Through seduction and outright naughty behavior, Whiskey North continues to thrive. This series is sexier than anything you've ever read. A playful romp through the streets of old with hot passion in every alley and darkened doorway.

A Kinky Turn Of Events

Whiskey North is home to many a scoundrel. It's a place of thieves and robbers and men of disrepute. However, in this place of evildoing live a few good women that keep these wicked men from each others throats. With sex and seduction the peace is kept. This is the story of the bar where they work. One named after the area and the peace they keep there.

It's a cool night and the Kev, the local minstrel, is playing a sad song about lovers lost. I watch the room quietly as Kathy and that skanky black skinned Sora work the small crowd of men. It is with a look of disinterest that I observe them as I know all there is to know about the arts of seduction that we woman of Whiskey North have plied for nearly two decades since the bar was opened.

A gold coin for your services.

I throw an eye left and grit my teeth.

Mr. Franks of the West Sea Trading Company, I note with my distaste for the short balding man not hidden in my voice, I am not for sale.

He leans in. The man's breath is foul.

Everything is for sale, he purrs.

I place a single finger to his forehead and push him backwards towards the window where I am half sitting and half standing with my leg thrown up on the sill and a decent amount of flesh on display (enough to bringing a few punters hoping to see where that leg leads).

Not everything.

I shoo him away. The man rubs his hands together greedily and takes his leave. I think that he enjoys the trying more than he would enjoy the experiencing of sleeping with me.

You won't make much money like that.

Jerking from my position on the window sill, I try to find the source of the voice.

Up here.

I put my head out the window into the cool of the night air, the sea breeze today strong off the nearby port and bringing the scents and smells of fish and stolen goods of all kinds.

Is that you Theo? I ask.

He pops his head downwards into the light. The man is scarred and built like one of those strange Asian creatures that traders sometimes bring with them called monkeys.

How are you managing that? I ask, trying to figure out how he can stay stable upside down in that position with such ease.

Brute strength.

Theo flips down and grabs hold of the window sill to pull himself up. If he wasn't so bent and cut up, he would be quite handsome.

Do you want to know what I know? he asks with a grin.

I roll my eyes and pull out a silver coin, which he pockets before leaning in.

The magistrate is planning a culling of the local criminal population.

I throw my hair back over my shoulder and give him a look and say, So? He always has some plan or another to clean things up.

Yes, but guess whose house I was robbing last night.

I run a hand through my long black hair again and say nothing.

Entertain me, he says.

I don't know. The magistrate?

Theo shakes with silent laughter. It takes him some time to straighten himself.

Of course not. No one is that stupid.

I think to the scars. Some say he got them from doing exactly what he is suggesting is stupid. It wouldn't surprise me if this old dog had not learned any new tricks in that time.

No, it was Karvas.

My heart skips a beat.

That man?

The very one. I believe you have a crush on him?

A tad, I admit near breathless at the thought of him.

Well, he has a robbery planned. I heard that it is from the prince's own store. What do you think will happen if annoys the royalty?

We'd all be dead. Is he leaving?

Plans to.

Karvas leaving Whiskey North would be a blow to my intentions with the man. That can't be allowed and nor can him robbing the prince.

What is it that you would have me do?

I need some kind of distraction, Theo says, pointed looking down my half open leather vest. One that keeps Karvas busy while I borrow a certain map.

Would it be enough to foul up his plans?

Without a doubt. The man would suffer no ill from it, but his plans would be put on hold indefinitely.

And how would I be protected? He'll suspect me.

I'm sure you'll find a way.

I groan in annoyance and kick off the wall.

"I'll find a way. That's all you've got for me?" I sigh out.

Mr. Franks from before comes into view. My lips turn up into a smile.

I've found a way.

The game to save Whiskey North is on.

The compound is quiet, walled and only has two guards at the front. I stride on up in my finest green silk dress and stop so they can get a good look at me.

I'm here for business with Karvas, I state.

Their gaze travels up and down my body – in no doubt at all of what the business is.

He's busy, the guard on the right says. Perhaps you'll do business with us?

I shake my head and pull out a letter from a small pocket at my rear.

Mr. Franks of the West Sea Trading Company has sent me as a gift. I am already bought and paid for.

They look to one another. Both look disappointed.

Hold on, one says before heading inside through the large double steel bound doors.

The other man eyes me up, but says nothing. Very shortly after the other man returns.

He says he'll see you. Do you know the way?

I admit that I do and they let me inside. Somewhere along the wall, Theo will be making his way through the various security measures that Karvas has in place. I stroll through a small open area for horses to be corralled and enter through the front door to stride down the hallway past the various servants and guards of the man I am here to see's home.

At his bedroom door I hesitate and brush down my hair. Already I am blushing and feel an intense heat building within. It has been a year since I 'did business' with Karvas and I can still remember the details quite intimately.

Knocking on the door, I wait for his call to enter and step inside. He is standing there in jet black at the window staring out at the moon above.

A gift? he asks. I thought those days were over for you.

His voice is mid-pitch and warm. It never changes and is like honey dripping down my fingers. I want to lick it all up and swallow it deeply ever time I hear him speak.

It is a special request. He wishes to win your favor.

The man turns his head and looks back at me before smiling once and looking back to the moon.

Perhaps it is about something more? he asks. Something you have planned?

I tense. He can't know about what is going on with Theo, could he? It seems unlikely, but the villainous Karvas is not someone to be underestimated.

If this... I reach up and seductively slide the top left side of my dress down my shoulder. "... is what you think I have planned then you are quite right. It is most certainly something more that I want."

My eyes stroll down his back to that strong, firm ass of his. This man's body is not thick and bulging with muscle like some of the sailors I have done business with can be. It is slim and agile and, as I know from experience, has quite the stamina to it.

I see.

He turns and strides to me. As always I am wrapped up in his arms and pressed to his lips in seconds. His kiss lasts for such a great length of time that when I am let down from it, I feel almost like I am floating on air, caught somewhere between in a daze and desperately hungry for more.

You have not lost any skill here, he whispers in my ear as his thumb brushes over my lips.

I look up to the man with lust in my eyes. Only Karvas can make a woman this wild and it's not just me that feels that way. He is a ladies man known for not settling on one woman for longer than a day or more. That I have seen him a few times now gives credence to the idea that he might have more interest in me than others. However, I know from womanly instinct that this one will never take me as his own. It is not a bad thought though. Often it is what you can't have that turns you on more than what you can.

I run my fingers over his strong jaw and feel the light stubble that is growing there tickle my fingers. The breeze from the window cools my skin as he reaches to the edges of my dress and pulls on the little lace bows that make it all fall away in one small organized heap on the floor.

Your breasts are larger than before, he notes. How old are you now?

26, I admit.

You are growing into a woman, he says.

His lips come down and work the pink tip of my left nipple as one hand snakes between my legs to find the center very wet and ready.

How many months?

Six, I admit with a blush.

Six, he purrs, Six months without a single finger?

I haven't felt the need.

Ah, then you will be tight.

I nod quietly and lean my head into his shoulder, biting down on the fabric of his shirt.

It is all yours to take, I whisper.

His finger delves inside. I can't help myself from clawing at his back as he enters with one digit and one alone – more than enough to fill me out completely with the tightness of my womanhood.

It is tight, he purrs. I won't waste it on my finger then.

His hands work at the buttons that adorn the front of his trousers. The man pulls the front down and reaches inside. I sigh in absolute pleasure when he pulls out what is to my eyes a huge slab of meat.

Big... I moan. So big.

I take it in hand and thrash on the shaft. It grows and grows and grows until two hands are not enough.

Are you going to stick this huge thing in me? I asks, almost begging for him to do so.

Deeply, he advises.

I'm turned and pushed to the door. He parts my legs with a thigh between them and then slaps my buttocks with a loud clap before pushing his huge manhood to my hole and pressing inwards.

It is going to hurt, the sexy man says.

Make it, I beg.

He forces inwards and I scream.

Harder. Harder. Harder. I beg with words or thoughts – I don't know which.

My mouth is open and my eyes open even wider. I grit my fingernails into the wood and scratch at it as he enters me deeply. The guards on the other side of the door must be grinning in knowledge of what is happening in here. It is no secret that Karvas has a huge piece. They must be enjoying listening to me getting mine.

I take him for some time, but, unfortunately, some things aren't meant to be achieved easily. The man gets himself halfway in before my womanhood tightens and convulses under the pressure of his entrance. He pulls out and pushes in again, but there is no way more will fit in.

I will have to open you.

Edging in and out, his long, fat manhood presses to the edges of my insides and causes little ripples of ecstasy to flow from my middle to my thighs. Slowly, slowly, slowly, he reaches in more deeply. It is only after some serious time and effort – all of which is pleasurable to the both of us – that he is able to fully insert himself to my depths.

Warm and wet, he admires. This is how I like it.

I scream and moan and cry out so loudly that it must sound like I'm being murdered from outside when he begins his use of my body. He gives no mercy and I ask for none. My buttocks shake with the power of his strikes. In me a warmth that is growing to near volcanic proportions is filling my stomach. I keep pushing myself back against him so