Sex Stories For Men

By Avril Yvette

Avril Yvette presents twelve sexy short stories written from the point of view of some very lucky men!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Avril Yvette
• Release date: Nov 11, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463457320

Avril Yvette

Avril Yvette is an Executive PA by day, erotic writer by night.

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Sex Stories

For Men

© Avril Yvette 2019

All rights reserved

Cover Image courtesy of Dreamstime

Contents

Married to the Firm

Plumb Job

Three’s Company

Friends Reunited

No Ordinary Commute

Caught Looking

Late Home

Best Job in the World

Spin of the Wheel

Do Not Disturb

Fast and Hard

Birthday Surprise

About the Author

Married to the Firm

She bent over, giving me a good look at her underwear. It was deliberate. It had to be. And I made the most of it. No-one wears a skirt like that by accident. And even if they did, they wouldn’t go around bending over like that, with those silky smooth legs dead straight, unless they wanted someone to notice. And I noticed.

She was wearing a brilliantly white thong. It was so white, it almost glowed, and my eyes were drawn towards it, like I was some sort of horny moth in search of a tight, round ass-shaped flame. Honestly, the string on this thing was so thin that it was hardly worth it being there. The way she was standing, bent at the waist, her butt might as well have been saying ‘help yourself’.

Thoughts raced through my mind. In an instant, I’d daydreamed a hundred ways to fuck her. I could pull that little thong down, or pull it to one side. I could take my time, sliding it down slowly or I could rip the thing clean away. Maybe I could use it to tie her up, or gag her with it, then push her against the filing cabinet and give her the pounding she so rightly deserved. I felt myself getting hard.

‘Here it is,’ she said, and she stood back up, her movements slow and deliberate. She pivoted towards me on her high heels. Without realising it, Id turned my chair sideways towards her and as she placed the file on my desk, her eyes flicked noticeably to my crotch. I’d be lying if I told you I wasn’t feeling a little self-conscious, but I’d pretty much laid my cards on the table.

She looked to the front window, then to the clock. Then she sank to her knees, right there in front of me. All of her movements were slow, meaningful and sexy. She knew exactly how to turn me on. Trust me when I say there would be no way for me to hide my now!

Not that I needed to hide anything. She unzipped my pants and took me in her mouth. It was heaven. She teased and gripped me with her hand. Her head bobbed back and forth and her tongue – to be honest I’m not sure what her tongue did but it felt fucking great. I pulled her long, straight, dark hair to one side and she looked up at me with her big, brown eyes.

Her movements grew faster, faster and faster still. I started moaning and groaning. I couldn’t help myself. Take it from me, she knew exactly what she was doing and all too soon I exploded in the ecstasy and agony of climax. My body convulsed once, twice, three times, even a fourth as I came in her mouth. It felt like there was loads of the stuff, and it felt great.

When I’d finally finished, she swallowed quietly, gently ran a hand across her lips and stood up. I was awestruck, breathless and unable to speak.  ‘Now,’ she said, straightening her clothes. ‘I have to go pick the kids up. Put together that report,’ she pointed at the file. ‘And bring it home with you tonight so we can go through it.’ I nodded, still a little shell-shocked and still, I noticed, with my dick out. She smiled at me again, grabbed her coat and made for the door.            

‘Oh, one more thing,’ she said, looking back at me with a half-smile. ‘You’ll be returning the favour tonight.’

I nodded, tucking my dick back into my pants.  Going to work for my wife’s practise was the best thing I ever did.

Plumb Job

It’s about two-thirty when the call comes in. It’s been a quiet day. It’s hot, and not many people think to get their boiler fixed when it’s hot. This customer is apparently having a problem with their shower. I guess it’s going to be a five minute job and if I were busier, I probably wouldn’t bother, but at least there’d be a callout fee and a cup of coffee in it so, I decide, what the heck. I pull up outside around three. The place is huge, one of those big white houses with the little trees outside, up on West Hill somewhere. I know however lives here has some serious money.