Erotica Short Stories Vol. 8

By Sophie Sin

Several erotic stories from Sophie Sin. Included are a bad boy biker who can't keep his body undercontrol when faced with a gorgeous woman, a horny lady with a weird banana fetish, two sexy office workers with big breasts pinning down a male co-worker for some fun, and much more. There's something for everyone within!

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

# Bad Boy Biker (Alpha Male)
A hot alpha male short story. I was in a rage until I saw her. Those eyes, those hips, that hard body, they changed the desire to hurt to another desire entirely. The lustiest ride of one woman's life given by the hottest biker on the face of the Earth.

# Banana Fetishist (Fetishes)
Yellow, sexy, yellow, sexy. I can't get my mind off them. Bananas stuffed in every single... I take a breath. A very long one. Then I choose the banana that is going to occupy my... ah, time. Incredible new kinks from a series that defines kinky.

# My Nasty Parole Officer (MILF)
Strict. Authoritarian. Sexy. Mrs. Sanders seems so harsh, but what she wants is actually something not so soft for herself. Me, I'm going to jail if I don't. Still, coercion is not need. Everyone loves a hot MILF with a fat rear. Everyone.

# She Has Huge Breasts (Threesome
The new worker – a nerdy blond with proportions that exceed gorgeous – and my favorite little minx Mika – a half Japanese, half Latino mix – have me pinned in the office and I can't fault their logic. Keeping my mind on my job is important, but when pleasure comes knocking, I'm the kind of guy that will open the door nice and wide.

# Tailor Made MILF (MILF)
She measures my inseam and I measure her cup size. Both are found long and large and in no way lacking. It takes a few questions to find out if she's willing. My last day in town is going to be quite the romp. This hot MILF will not let up.

# The Dutiful Maid (Romance / Kinky)
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 Ultimate Orgasm
It slivers towards her and she feels worry for the very first time in a long life of taking big things within herself. The creature appears to her as a man. In her mind it is a man. Yet, the length and the size and the swell. No human male could have such a huge thing between his legs. Pleasurable all the way to the end.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lunatic Ink Publishing
• Release date: Dec 23, 2015
• ISBN: 9781310720048

Sophie Sin

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

Book preview

EROTICA SHORT STORIES VOL. 8

Sophie Sin

Copyright 2016 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

Bad Boy Biker

Banana Fetishist

My Nasty Parole Officer

She Has Huge Breasts

Tailor Made MILF

The Dutiful Maid

The Ultimate Orgasm

Bad Boy Biker

Risky Public Series

I was in a rage until I saw her. Those eyes, those hips, that hard body, they changed the desire to hurt to another desire entirely. The lustiest ride of one woman's life given by the hottest biker on the face of the Earth.

Bad Boy Biker

My bike rumbles to a halt, the flat yanking all the air from the tube in one mighty hiss.

What the fuck?

I'm angry. Always shit like this, people leaving goddamn bottles outside these dive bars, pisses me off.

Rolling up off the hog, I stroll to the door of the dump, slap the door open and look around.

Who the hell threw their bottle outside?

Many men look to one another, but not one dares mess with Carlos Moste. They know me. Not directly, but they know OF me and I bet they are thinking that saying nothing is going to result in a little less collateral damage.

I take a step towards the nearest table, but a hand comes down on my huge shoulder. For a second I'm surprised. It's been months since someone had the balls to take me on straight up. Then I note that the hand is small and feminine, not scarred and battle worn like my own.

You want something lady?

She comes into view. I'm shaking from rage at the time, but when I see her that rages stills from a heavy rock anthem to something more akin to a the warm buzz of bees ringing in my ears.

Who?

I don't even add the rest of the sentence. This woman... rarely have I seen anyone this arousing in my travels across the state, causing trouble for the most part and living life on the very edge of what could be considered legal.

I'm Kathy. You're Carlos, aren't you?

I am.

The top she is wearing is one of those tube tops that are barely thick enough to hide what is underneath. Kathy is not wearing a bra and her nipples, small and perky, are sticking through the fabric. I stare at them for a time, not hearing the words that she is speaking. How does she get her skin to be so smooth and flawless? Women with tans like this usually have sun spots, freckles, whatnot. This woman's skin, from the tiny pair of shorts she's wearing, matched with silver slut heels and black see through stockings, to the base of the tube top, her flat stomach on display, a small ring of gold hooped through her belly button and the flesh above, is sexy as hell. My dick gets hard enough in those seconds of enjoying her appearance that the chaps I'm wearing become tight.

I'm looking for a ride, big boy.

For the first time I notice that she's not looking at my face either. I'm hung in a way that few men in this world are and when I get hard, it shows to the point where most women make their purchasing decision right there on the spot.

Really? My voice raises in interest on the end of the word.

Yeah, you know a guy with a bike that could give me a ride.

I think to my flat tire.

I think I do.

Walking over to a stupid looking yuppie with Ride For Life printed on his yuppie t-shirt, I reach out, take him by the neck, search his pockets as he chokes and put him back down.

I'll have it back to you in 2 hours, mate. You sit tight and have some drinks.

The cool minted swish of $200 in big notes swishes off the table.

For your time.

Leaving him in a tricky situation: Does he believe me, which he should in this case, and let me take whatever piece of shit he has parked out from for a spin, drinking on my money at the same time, or does he call the pigs and have them ruin my day and, later on this week sometime, his life? Hard choice, but I see that his new friends are filling him in on the person who just spoke to him and by the look of shock, fear and concern on his face, I'd say that he'll be letting things slide this time.

We exit.

Nice day for a ride, she says.

I push the alarm beeper on the key ring and a ugly hog – a yuppie hog – makes some kind of squirrel noise.

Interesting choice of sound.

We walk over and she hops on the back. I roll out and take it up to high speed. Hurtling along the highway, kids in their parents' safe little wagons watching on in awe, I'm looking for a place to do her when that sweet little hand slips around and slides down the front of my leathers to