Sexy Erotica Vol. 2

By Sophie Sin

Several erotica stories by Sophie Sin. Included are the story of a web designer and a hot intern who end up doing some hot anal in the company cafeteria, a married couple seeking out a well hung experience, Santa solving a couple's problems a very adult fashion, a cheating wife that seeks sexy revenge on several farm workers, and a young man seducing a MILF for her money and more, and many more. There is something for everyone within!

A few of the stories in 'Sexy Erotica Vol. 2' are:

# Cafe Anal (Domination)
“Who does this?” Those words dominate a naughty little book that brings a geeky web designer and a hot intern together for a one time bash in the most craziest way and place ever. Breathtakingly hot throughout!

# A Greater Thickness (Well Hung)
Couples satisfy their fantasies in all kinds of ways, but this pair of naughty married folk enjoy something different. Odd pleasures and the secrets of the sexy and married lie within.

# Christmas For Him & Her (Romance)
When something is missing, sometimes the only way to find it is through the help of someone special and big and dressed in red. A Christmas present for two.

# Paid To Please (MILF Seduction)
She was hot and older and devious and he was destitute and young and sexy and needed her money. Two people, two fantasies and their fulfillment in the pages of this naughty little book.

# She Cheats A Lot (Cheating)
That fool made a deal and now Kimberly Jones, wife of Danny The Cheater, is on the road to get her revenge and so much more from rural men of tough backgrounds and unclear morals. Totally beyond anything ever created by any erotic author anywhere. This is a classic in the making.

... and many more stories inside.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lunatic Ink Publishing
• Release date: Mar 6, 2016
• ISBN: 9781310009280

Sophie Sin

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

Book preview

Cafe Anal

Cafe Anal

I don't know how things worked out like this, but they did and I'm damn glad for it.

Sixty minutes ago I was working my way through some sucky code that one of my colleagues at the web design company I run created and as I was sipping from my low-fat, caramel-vanilla flavored ice coffee with skim, not trim, milk because that's trendy, she strolled in and sat down next to me.

If you asked me what got me here, I would say a glance. We just looked at each other and then, rather suddenly, I'm talking to her. Then, even more suddenly, I'm hastily stuffing my stuff into my work bag and leaving the cafe on the bottom floor of the big building where our offices are located.

God, you are sexy, I murmur into her ear, feeling my breath, warm and hot, bounce back at me.

Sandy Rogers is 21, an intern for some company in the building, dressed in a tidy suit jacket, white shirt – which is now half open and showing off her sweet little breasts – and suit pants. Her eyes are buckshot blue and face a little flushed and the woman's hair, which is jet black, smells of fresh clean cut flowers.

My hands are all over her. Usually, I'm a little more in control of myself, but not here, not now.

The footsteps of people walking are an accompaniment to our frantic breaths.

Ouch...

A broom jabs me in the ass. I knock it over into the corner a little with the back of my hand. This is the cleaning closet – only meters from the main walkway for workers coming and going to the cafe. Honestly, it's more cramped than I thought it would be.

My t-shirt goes up and over my head and her short, slim fingers run down my body like smooth rain on a lily leaf and make haste towards the button of my cargo pants. It comes open and her small hand – how deliciously small! – takes the shaft of my hard cock and jerks it.

It feels so good, I groan.

Her eyes are on mine and I'm pretty sure they are telling me something.

I can't, I protest. Not in my pants.

She tilts her head and looks around pointedly. I don't have a condom and she's on her period, apparently.

There has to be a way... I sigh out as the young petite woman releases my cock with a sad look.

Time is spent thinking. I could go buy a condom, but the nearest chemist is five blocks away.

Sarah eyes gleam for a second and she leans in to whisper something in my ear.

Who the hell does that in the middle of the day? I blurt out.

Her smile says, 'We do'.

It takes very little time to get her around with her cute little ass firmly pushed to the front of my hips and the hard cock that I'm about to plunge somewhere that guys like me don't.

I take her black, tight work trousers and draw them down. Her panties are black too and of a heavy fabric. When those are down around her ankles, I find that the period thing wasn't a joke.

Pulling the usual obstruction down a little, I take the end of my cock and line up.

This is fucking crazy.

Sarah's blazing white smile tells me that she thinks so too.

Running a long line of spit from my lips to her perky little, brown skin rimmed asshole, I push the glob of transparent liquid into her butt with the head of my cock. It's a little achy for both of us, but I spit again and push some more in then spit again and push in some more until her butt cheeks, which are a nice light brown tanned, are shining on either side of her asshole.

Eventually, I get inside.

This is heaven.

Anal during the day right outside the cafe that I was working at wasn't something I was thinking of doing today, but it looks like good things do come to he who acts.

My cock draws back, not yet even half way in, and slides forward into the hole that is sloppy wet with my spit. Sarah reaches back with one hand and grabs my hand in hers where it is placed on her butt and squeezes it firmly with her head forward and hair hiding her face. I'm about to ask if she like this when a moan so rich and filthy escapes her lips that I no longer need to ask.

Nasty woman, I praise.

Slapping her ass and watching it jiggle, I work into the deeper folds of her butt. It's warm in there and feels like a nice comfortably heated towel wrapped around my cock by a masseuse hoping to create a creamy reward.

Anal turns out to be pretty difficult in the enclosed space, but we manage. I draw back my hips and buck into her rear repetitively. It shakes and shivers as she lets forth a long keening moan that has my balls tight and up against my scrotum.

Bam.

Bam.

Bam.

And thank you, ma'am.

This ass has really no limits to how much pleasure I can obtain with it.

Slowly... Oh, so slowly... a warm rush of heat trickles up my legs. It pools on my stomach and works through the nerves of my legs. That sensation extends through the inner canals of my flushed and warm cock and reaches the head. Just as it does, I pull out and powder her butt cheeks with a white soapy load that dribbles down to be lost in the pad that covers her other hole.

Yes... I moan. That was wonderful.

A short time later...

Carl, you in?

Bob our PHP guy and HR manager ducks his head in the door of my cramped little office and notes me behind the desk with a smile.

Yeah, what's up?

Need you to meet someone.

Oh? A customer?

Bob grins.

Nah, new intern. You got time?

Sure.

I get up and wobble around the side of my large device packed desk and come outside into the hallway of the tiny section of the building that we rent.

This is Sarah. She'll be working with us.

Both of our jaws drop. I recover first.

Nice to meet you, Sarah. I don't think we've met.

Sarah is studying IT down at the local university. We were hoping you'd take her as your PA because the other intern, Jack, wanted to work with Shelby because they know each other.

I look from Bob to Sarah to Bob then Sarah again.

Would this be alright with you?

She smiles and I know that I'm going to be doing more than working in my office very shortly.

I'd like that, she says. A lot.

Bob leaves us to it shortly after.

And very shortly after we REALLY get to it.

What a life... Anal from a girl I met in a cafe and so much more.

Elf Girl Gone Wild!

Simple Fantasies Series 10

Book 2

HUMAN'S SHOULDN'T PLAY WITH ELVES

Yeah, you small little bitch, that feels good!

Standing 4 foot to his 6, one might mistake her for a girl, but this one is all woman - sexy, exotic, blue skinned, EROTIC BEAUTY.

Hit that throat. Come on. You can do better.

Miss Emily Orange wipes some coke off her left nostril and complies. Dealer Danny is being a harsh taskmaster today, but that's fine with the young 200 year old elf. She likes it hard and humans do it harder than anyone.

YEAH! YEAH, BITCH, YEAH!!!

White juices tag her face. The tattooed up dealer, white skin flushed from his use of her head, wipes it all over the young woman's face.

That's right. Baby, got some love.

The man leans back against the wall of the night club that they are in. It's a scummy dive where people in the know come to buy drugs. Emily is a regular.

You ever think about getting off the junk? he asks, sounding thoughtful.

The elf spits some white goo out and shrugs.

Doesn't much interest me. My kind don't suffer any physical deterioration because of our excesses. Why stop?

The short man scratches his manhood. He thinks it over.

Because it's kind of wrong, don't you think? You blow me every Thursday and Friday for a baggie or two. I'm sure you are aware that I have AIDs, right?

Emily doesn't even blink at the statement.

Elves can't get sick. Your disease is a human condition. We don't have problems like that.

The man sighs and digs around in his back pocket. He hands over what she has been working so hard for.

See you next week?

Sure. Looking forward to it.

ARRESTED FOR DRUG POSSESSION

You have to be kidding me.

I'm not, ma'am. The reindeer gives her a disgusted look. We don't take too kindly to drug use in these parts.

If only she had taken the left intersection towards home instead of deciding to hook up with Ralph (not actually his name) who is an Eskimo with a particularly big asset.

I understand that. Perhaps there's something that I could do for you to change your mind?

She looks towards the magical creature's black work pants.

Not-Going-To-Happen.

Emily sighs. Her thin yet firm arms wrap across the large expanse of her well rounded chest.

Great...

A quick conversation is had between the reindeer and home base. Santa is put on the line.

Emily? Why am I getting this call? You were one of my best elves.

Best only because she was high everyday of the week and that is a required thing when you deal with a work environment that requires constant singing and dancing - while trying to produce 5,000,000+ toys a year.

I decline to answer, she says, knowing that Santa will only get angrier if she told him that it is because