Sex With My Fan – And He’s My Lodger : Desperate MILFs (Breeding Erotica MILF Erotica): Desperate MILFs, #17

By Tori Westwood

I started publishing erotica on Inscribe and a recent new fan caught my eye.  I investigate his profile picture and I'm shocked to discover that it might be my lodger, Blake.  I take a look at his other interests, and it's littered with likes that he's given to other MILF stories.  Well, I'm right here in front of you now, Blake; maybe you can help me with the plot of my next story!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Tori Westwood
• Release date: Sep 14, 2022
• ISBN: 9798215294581

Tori Westwood

Tori Westwood writes short erotica whenever she finds time between her day-job and her family.  She is still searching for her niche, not yet limiting herself to any particular sub-genre, having penned all manner of fiction.  She is happily married and delights in exploring her own fantasies through her writings.  For updates, follower her on Twitter @ToriWestwood1

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I watched as he jerked his cock slowly, keeping his eyes on me.  It was one of the naughtiest things I’ve ever been a part of, and that’s coming from a woman who wrote ‘Two in my Pussy.’

Want to help me plot another story, I asked, and I stepped into his room and closed the door behind me.

I’m a blank canvas, Blake said, and he put his arms by his side.

He lay naked on his bed and watched me as I walked around to stand beside him.  I looked down on his kempt pubic hair.  It was shaped in a rectangle above his cock.  Above that ran the curves of his muscles, like gutters that funneled my gaze down towards his cock.

It’s so big, I whispered.

Sometimes I think I need an extra hand, Blake said.

I scoffed at his confidence and vowed to use that line in my next publication.

You can sit, if you like? Blake asked.

I swallowed and sat on the mattress beside him.  Slowly the barrier between us was being broken down.  Slowly I was becoming more comfortable with the act that I was desperate to perform.

Touch it, Blake said.

I took a deep breath and closed my eyes.  My breasts rose against my t-shirt, and I felt my nipples turn stiff.  I felt Blake grip my breast and give it a squeeze, and my eyes opened sharply to look at him.

Without another thought I reached forward and put my soft hands around his cock.  I could feel the strength of his arousal against my palm.  His eyes locked with mine and I watched his pupils fatten.

That’s it, Mrs. Miller, he said, squeezing my breast again.

I stroked slowly, looking to my hand now and watching as I gave him the pleasure that I felt he deserved.

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