5 Erotic Short Stories Vol 7

By Sophie Sin

Five of Sophie Sin's latest erotic stories. Included are Gloria's truly filthy workplace practices, Ann's plantation affair with the master, Mrs. Foster's unbelievable first time orgy with more than one of her Spanish gardeners, a sharp, hot, chain smoking, gun-loving blond and a cop, and the six strokes of supreme pleasure for Maria sci-fi masterpiece. There's something for everyone inside.

The '5 Erotic Short Stories Vol 7' collection contains the following stories:

# When Mumma Ain’t Home (Historical / Interracial)
She'd always known that her mumma had another man besides her daddy. Ann might be 15 years the junior of the master, but she's woman enough to give him what he needs so desperately when mumma ain't home. A sexy erotic tale of post slavery America where interracial is still taboo set on the plantations of the deep plains of Georgia in 1875. One 25 year old woman's kinky adventure with an older man.

# Sexy & Wet (MILF / Obsession)
Mrs. Foster has a secret obsession. One day she saw something truly filthy that opened her eyes to the erotism of the world in a way that she'll never forget. Finally, the day has come for her to experience the same. Yet, the object of her desire - a sexy Spaniard who tends to her husband's pool - doesn't work alone. Mary Jane Foster is going to have to tend to the help before he will tend to her.

# Gloria’s Hole (Orgy)
There is a special place in the department store where Gloria works that she hasn't seen since the day she went on leave to have her baby. Now 6 months later she's returned and the old crew are looking forward to welcoming her back. A hole in the wall, 2 kinky female co-workers, her husband, several other store employess and bucket full of sex toys and lube will find pleasure in Gloria's Hole.

# Chain Smoking Gun-Totting Woman (Alpha Male)
She'd never met a man who could handle her 'fetish' until that Saturday when she met him. Jenny is the kind of shapely blond that few men would think was a little on the crazy side, but he knew right away. A kinky chain smoking, gun-toting woman meets her match in a handsome cop who is a little crazy himself.

# 6 Strokes For Maria (Sci-Fi)
In a future not so far away Maria seeks the ultimate pleasure, the ultimate extreme, in a place of sexual filthiness. Her long held goal - the dream of 2 long years - has finally come to fruitition as she kneels before the greatest pleasure known to all the worlds: A stroker. This perfect male who far surpasses all human men in every way will only give her 6 strokes. Can she handle even one?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lunatic Ink Publishing
• Release date: Jul 16, 2018
• ISBN: 9780463173169

Sophie Sin

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

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5 EROTIC SHORT STORIES VOL 7

Sophie Sin

Copyright 2018 Lunatic Ink Publishing

Note: This book is a collection of short stories. If you would like more of this kind of sexy erotica then feel free to check out Sophie Sin’s short story collections (each contain a number of stories). Find more at Sophie Sin's Book List. She also writes male-male gay erotica under Dick Powers.

Disclaimer: All participants over the age of 18 and consent to all sexual activities herein.

Table of Contents

When Mumma Ain’t Home

Sexy & Wet

Gloria’s Hole Chain

Smoking Gun-Totting Woman

6 Strokes For Maria

WHEN MUMMA AIN’T HOME

MUMMA LEAVES

Ann lugged the sack full of potatoes up on the back of the buggy with the help of one of the plantation workers and wiped a little sweat from her brow.

The sun was well up over the deep plains of Georgia. Part of her worried about her mother - now 47 and getting on in years - traveling to her sick older brother’s farm on the border of South Carolina - a good 40 miles away. She’d be there for a few days then return and in that time the supervising of the plantation fell on Ann’s shoulders and that was something that the 25 year old was not sure if she was ready for.

You almost finished out there? Mumma called from inside the big house.

Almost, mumma.

The young woman strolled back towards the front porch. Her red, white and blue house dress was getting a little dusty around the hem, so she flicked it - revealing her trim ankles and long youthful carves for just a moment - and tried not to notice how the worker stared at her behind.

She heft another sack and grabbed the other side. The man was close enough that Ann could smell the whiskey on his breath from the harvest celebrations the previous night. He was big, black and had a dirty mind. The worst thing about him his open lewdness though. Ann wasn’t much for the bible, but she did wish the workers would take to it better. The Masta had always been good about that when everyone was enslaved. He’d have a big dinner out on the grass patch where the ex-slaves rather modest living areas were located. The white families from around the area would sometimes come. Everyone was poor, but they were kinder than the whites of Texas, Ann heard, and they ate the same food as the black folks did. She could remember the Masta reading from the book. He’d been a devilishly handsome gent and his voice was that of a preacher with the salt of a man who knew how to toil under the sun just like his slaves did. Although his knuckles were scared, the young Ann had only known him to be kind. He did what he had to do and in the harshness of the poorer parts they lived in, that was a pretty good part of what made a man good.

The sack clonked - probably some pots - on the planks at the back of the buggy. Ann wiped her face and ignored the hungry look from the worker. She’d never met a man that didn’t want a piece and the supervisor knew she probably never would looking like she did.

You ready? her mother yelled.

Mumma burst from the house like the tornado she was often described as. The lady gave the worker a look on seeing where he was looking and the man scurried off as the woman approached in her travel dress.

You be careful out there, mumma, Ann said. It’s hot out today.

Her mother laughed and patted the young woman on the shoulder.

You be careful too, she replied. Those boys can smell a single woman a mile away.

She was pointedly staring after the worker hustling back to the fields as she said this.

You know I’m looking.

And when you gonna decide, love?

When I’m ready, was always the reply.

Then you better get ready soon. No one wants to marry an old lady. All men like ‘em young.

It was Ann’s turn to give her mother a pointed glare.

If you’d only take Herbert’s offer...

Her mumma laughed.

That old man can’t even get his whistle up.

Ann blushed a little and said, but the companionship would do you good. Papas been gone 10 years now. You should find a man.

That made the old woman laugh. It was a mean cackle and she shook her head.

You’ll learn one day, my dear, that just because your man is gone don’t mean you ain’t got some men around.

Now that really made Ann blush. Particularly as she secretly knew who