Pet MILF

By Jenevieve DeBeers

It is scary being out there all alone with them. They are so big and fierce and... Well, never mind. I shouldn't have defied them. I shouldn't have called the police on them. Next thing I know, Calvin, Theo, and Rojas are surrounding me. Their women, Nikita and Sofia, are worse, more aggressive.

I've never been strong. Fierce, alpha men make me melt. When they call me a sexy MILF, well I am a goner. The five of them take me home, saying I belonged to them. Their pet.

It's going to be a long, hot winter.

About the Author:
Jenevieve DeBeers leads a double life. By day, she is a dedicated worker bee in the corporate grind, but at night she surrenders to her deep, dark side and writes out all of the little fantasies that consume her day. Her characters enjoy all of the wild sexual escapades and daring deeds of lust and love that she wishes she was brave enough to enjoy in real life. Yeah, she lives vicariously through her characters.

• Language: English
• Publisher: SmokinHotPress
• Release date: May 25, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370904747

Jenevieve DeBeers

Jenevieve is a lover and writer of erotica.

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PET MILF

By

Jenevieve DeBeers

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PUBLISHED BY:

Smokin' Hot Press

Copyright 2016 by Jenevieve DeBeers

This is a work of fiction. The names, characters, and locations within either are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, or locales is entirely coincidental.

All characters in this story are 18 years old or older.

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Pet MILF

Bitch, Nikita called from across the street.

I slanted a smug take that, asshole look her way. The whole gang was there: Calvin, Rojas, Theo, and the girls, Sofia and Nikita. One and all were dropouts, and still ungainfully unemployed after several years. As far as I could tell, all they did was sit on that corner and bully young, weaker kids like my son. Well, until I sicced the cops on them last week.

Really, they were just a bunch of tattooed thugs. The guys all wore faded jeans and wife-beaters. The Latina was smoking hot in a sexed up outfit: super tight yellow midriff top, black miniskirt, and black patent ankle boots with sky high stiletto heels. The brunette wore a skin-tight black tank, even tighter jeans, and pink stiletto pumps.

Even with the threat of the cops, I had to walk my son to the school bus stop to keep them at bay. I didn't relish doing that every day until next summer, since the school year just started. Even though I always got up to see my husband and son off to work and school, I'd always done it in my pajamas. Since I now had to deal with those ne'er-do-wells, I had to get dressed in shorts and a tank.

At least they weren't worth doing hair and makeup. My long blonde hair was pulled back into a cute ponytail. It brushed my shoulders when I slanted another look at them, after turning around and heading back home.

I wonder what I have to do to get them run off this corner for good? I muttered.

All of them