Tag: Standalone SC MF

The Pool Boy and The MILF

Tommy has a thing for MILFs. One MILF in particular — Mrs. Williams — has caught his eye and he secretly lusts after her while he cleans her pool. One on particularly hot summer day, Mrs. Williams comes out with a pitcher of lemonade to help him cool down… but things soon get scorching hot… and Tommy’s wildest MILF fantasy comes true…

The Pool Boy And The MILF is a 3,600-word short story.

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Excerpt

The sound of the back door turns my attention back to the house. Mrs. Williams is walking toward me with a tray containing a pitcher of lemonade and two glasses.

“You’re looking a little hot, Tommy,” she says, with a warm smile. “Thought you might need a drink to cool you down.”

“Thanks, Mrs. Williams, I definitely do.” I lay the net down on the deck and join her at the poolside table. She places the tray down and pours lemonade into the glasses. When she hands me my glass, our fingers touch and I get a sudden jolt to my dick. It was a passing touch, harmless, but with where my mind is right now, it’s an incredible turn on.

I chug back half the glass, hoping the cold lemonade will cool the inferno of my building lust. Then I watch her take a dainty sip from her glass and then follow a bead of perspiration as it rolls down her neck and into the hollow of her cleavage.

She’s got a tight, white T-shirt on, with what looks like a floral bikini top beneath. Her outfit is finished off with cut-off jeans that ride high on her tanned thighs.

The lemonade is doing nothing to cool me down. My cock is at full attention, surely tenting my shorts if I would dare to look down.

Mrs. Williams quickly eyes me up and down and lets out a soft chuckle. My cheeks warm with a blush of embarrassment — I know she saw my boner tenting my shorts.

“Call me Sharon,” she says, as she puts her glass down on the tray. She takes a moment to stretch, thrusting her chest toward me. My eyes lock on her tits and my mind empties.

“Huh?”

She chuckles again and says, “You don’t need to call me Mrs. Williams. Sharon is nicer. It’s more … intimate.”

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A Night to Remember

Anna and Trevor are in a rut—like any married couple, their sex life has become monotonous, routine, and dull. But tonight is different.

Anna and Trevor are determined to reignite the burning passion they once had by pretending to be strangers who meet in a hotel bar. It seems like a tame enough activity, but their night of adventure takes an unexpectedly erotic turn when they venture outside for a moonlight stroll.

When they lose their clothes and find themselves trapped outside, under the moonlight, they can’t keep their hands off each other, and soon, all concern about discretion and propriety disappear as their reignited passions take over.

A Night To Remember is a 5,800-word short story.

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Even from across the room, I felt the heat from him when his gaze settled on me. He wove around the tables as he crossed the room. Maybe it was the pretence of the game, or maybe it was the way my dress kept me physically aroused, but I was more turned on by the sight of him than I’d been in a long time.

“Excuse me, miss,” he said as he came up beside me. He laid his hand casually on the small of my back and I felt it slide south, to the top curve of my ass. “Could I keep you company this evening?”

I looked him in the eyes and then let my gaze trail down his body. For my answer, I pulled the cherry out of my drink and placed it between my lips, plucking off the stem, then winked at him.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” he said. He sat on the stool next to me, facing me, with our knees brushing. He waved over the bartender and ordered a whisky. Our eyes locked and didn’t move as the bartender served up his drink. Trevor put money on the counter and we had our privacy again. “What brings a gorgeous woman like you to a place like this?”

“I guess I was just looking for some ... excitement.” I lifted my right leg to cross over my left, but as I did so, I raised my short dress, showing him my cooch. I saw his attention zero in on it, just like I’d intended. I finally crossed my legs and lay my dress over my thighs. When he finally looked up at me again, his cheeks were red with heat and his eyes only held desire. Me being without underwear hadn’t been part of the plan.

“Maybe I — maybe I can provide that excitement,” he said, stumbling over his words. He laid a hand on my bare thigh and my skin burned with heat at the contact, filling me with desire and need.

I leaned forward, giving him an ample view down my top. “What did you have in mind?” I trailed my fingers up one of his legs, from his knee, up his thigh, and then gently across his bulge. He was hard. For me.

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Forbidden Touch

Anna has always been turned on by her boss, Michael, a grizzled man twice her age, but has always restrained her desires because she has a boyfriend. Michael wants her just as bad, but has always held back for the simple fact that he’s her boss. But one cold and snowy day, Anna and Michael are trapped at work with the lights off and the fire roaring—and that’s when Anna finds out her boyfriend has been cheating on her. Seeking comfort sex, Anna attempts to seduce her boss, eager to finally get nailed on the coffee bar like she’s wanted for so long. The only thing standing in her way is Michael and his code of ethics, and whether or not he will finally give the forbidden allure of animal lust.

WARNING: This 4,400-word short story contains an explicit sex scene between a young woman and her older male boss that will get you hot and bothered, and is intended for mature adults only.

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My phone buzzed in my pocket and I pulled it out, thankful for the distraction from Michael’s presence. It was a text and photo from Serena, my sister.

I’m sorry, but you need to see this, said the text. Below it was a photo of Dylan ... with another woman. They were necking in a car, parked on some quiet road.

“That bastard!” I said.

“What?” Michael asked.

I shut off my phone and shoved it in my pocket. “Nothing. Don’t worry about it.”

I was furious with Dylan, but more furious with myself for not seeing the signs of a cheater before now. I should have known this might happen — after all, he left his ex because he was cheating with me. Once a cheater, always a cheater.

I should be upset, I should be crying ... but, no, I was angry. I was furious. I wanted revenge. If Dylan could have a little action on the side, then so could I.

I only needed to find a suitable man, someone to fuck me good and hard and give me what I really needed, give me something that Dylan and his pencil-dick couldn’t possibly do.

Michael shifted beside me and I was suddenly aware of his presence — his closeness — again. He wanted to fuck me, I knew he did — and I’ve had a burning need to get fucked by him. It’s just never been appropriate for either of us to follow through with it ... until now.

I needed to get fucked good and hard, right here, right now. I couldn’t wait for this storm to be over and we could go to one of our houses. No, I needed it here and now, in the café.

The only challenge would be to get Michael past his morals.

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