Kinky Erotica Vol. 3

By Sophie Sin

Several erotica stories by Sophie Sin. Included are the story of a fantasy princess who wealthy individuals will pay massive sums for the pussy juices of and the hunter who 'extracts' them, a man who hires three kinky women only to watch on as they play, a paparazzi who films some nasty footage from across the street, and many more. There is something for everyone within!

'Kinky Erotica Vol. 3' contains:

# Called To Sex (Watched)
My job is to protect, but sometimes other tasks need to be undertaken. This time a fearsome paparazzi has taken up residence across the street from a gorgeous lady in red. Instead of wanting to get rid of him, she's giving him his money's worth with a set of blinds that are wide open. Red hot.

# He Loves To Watch (Cockold)
From the day that it was done to me, I have had the fetish of watching others in the act of lust. Today I have hired three women – one of whom is black, beastly and of a sexual prowess to strike fear in a man – to do my bidding on the Pizza Man that will do more than deliver. Reliving the past through others and, more importantly, watching. The wonders of the world are tenfold!

# Moon Hunter (Fantasy)
A magical kingdom, a hunter, a moon princess and 200,000,000 dollars for the juices from her... Ah-ha, exactly from where you are thinking? Can our brave hunter tame this gorgeous figure of perfection and, more importantly, can he get what he needs to get rich? Or, even more importantly, can he escape her gorgeous clutches once he has?

# Screwing Younger (Public)
25 and much too young for a oldster like me, the youngster dared to use that potty mouth of hers to speak rudely to me. I grip my cane in one hand and force a smile. This one – big breasts, wide hips, smooth of skin and tattooed – does not understand who she is dealing with and just how hung I am. An argument on the train becomes something much more rude and sexy.

# The Dutiful Maid (Uniform)
A complex tale of too big, too gorgeous and the power of service. Reader beware: This story has everything from romance to head games to the biggest experience of one maid's life. In short, an amazing piece of work.

# The Tightest Rear (Anal)
I've wanted it forever and today she's baring it – stretching it – opening the show for my entrance. This woman, my girl, she's knows how to celebrate a birthday. Wild times on a 5th of March. What a great way to turn 25.

# With The Russian (Well Hung)
A man with cravings? That would be me. I'm in love with a Russian, but she can't even talk to me due to her shy nature. That's when a porn mag is bought and unpaid for. I have to get my money out of her somehow, don't I? This story is how I do it. Super kinky fun on the main street of a city near you.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lunatic Ink Publishing
• Release date: Dec 15, 2015
• ISBN: 9781311887764

Sophie Sin

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

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KINKY EROTICA VOL. 3

Sophie Sin

Copyright 2014 Lunatic Ink Publishing

Note: This is a collection of short works of around 5000 words. If you would like to find more collections like this then feel free to check out Sophie Sin’s short story collections (containing several stories each). 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

Called To Sex

He Loves To Watch

Moon Hunter

Screwing Younger

The Dutiful Maid

The Tightest Rear

With The Russian

Called To Sex

Dirty Little Kinks Series

My job is to protect, but sometimes other tasks need to be undertaken. This time a fearsome paparazzi has taken up residence across the street from a gorgeous lady in red. Instead of wanting to get rid of him, she's giving him his money's worth with a set of blinds that are wide open. Red hot.

Called To Sex

If we lived our life for yesterday, what would happen?

Would I have talked to that woman in the red dress I saw on Park Red Avenue downtown?

Would I have eaten out her glorious cunt at the hotel a block beyond?

Would her name have etched in my mind as another woman, another notch, on my belt of masculinity? (Or even mine on hers?)

These questions disturb my thoughts as I walk the street today. I never talked to the woman in red, but if I had... How much better could life have been? Also, when life is grand, can it really get better?

I stop and look up at the sky scrappers above. I don't work there. I hate the society that created buildings so tall and high that a man couldn't climb them without getting breathless on the stairs.

My world is a little different.

In my pocket my phone rings. I pull it out.

It's me. My voice is silky smooth. As am I.

10 minutes. Where are you, Jarrod?

Admiring the view.

Well, stop and get here. The client is due to arrive.

I hang up, stroll on and wonder about the past. The strict suit that I wear curls around my body as my steel tipped business shoes and the mild sense of cool that comes from the gun under my right side arm reminds me that there are more serious things to live for right now.

20 minutes later.

The room has a view, I state.

Number 72 frowns. He's blond and favors his left too much. Tech guys are always like that.

It'd be better if she weren't late.

I cross my arms. I'm a slim man of 6 foot even and 180 pounds of muscle and not much fat. People generally step out of the way when I walk by and secretly throw a stare back as I do. As handsome as a movie star, as groomed as the most perfect of men. My name is Two. Number 2, actually, and I am a bodyguard for hire.

Wouldn't it be nice if that was my only job?

Same as usual?

Yes. She would like you to pretend to be her boyfriend and ensure that the photographers get photos.

Why?

Publicity. They think you are a model. It would surprise them if they knew what you really do.

None have caught on.

We make them pay if they do.

This is fair. I have little respect for tabloids and their need for front page content.

Should I change my appearance? I can find the time.

No, you should be fine. She's...

The doors open and my eyebrows raise. That lady in red has come to see me. It is quite the surprise.

You are him?

At your service. I place a hand on my chest and bow slightly, my eyes traveling down her slim frame.

Do you understand what I want you to do?

A powerful woman. Why does she need to play games if she's like this?

I have been made aware.

Number 72 leaves. I am left alone with her to look out the window.

Why do you want my services? I ask.

Her eyes are gray-blue. The woman's hair is blond and long. Her posture is flawless and she, she is unreadable.

My lover is a woman. It keeps our life together private if I am seen with a man from time to time.

I see... This is a lot of money for something like this. I wonder if that's the whole truth.

Shall we go? I am very busy today and would like to have this over with.

Of course.

We stroll out. I can't help but notice that the black dress she is wearing is very well tailored. It fits her frame perfectly and enhances her small breasts and streamlined long legs perfectly. The split down the side reveals completely hairless tanned legs, flawless skin and excellent bone structure. This is what good genetics looks like up close. Few would notice it but the lucky few who have had in it their bed.

First, we will go to the cafe I frequent.

It turns out to be quite nice. I enjoy a good cup of coffee and make a mental note to come here again if I am in this city later.

Then the shopping commences. I pay for a nice bracelet for the lady. It will be refunded later on.

Finally,