Make Me a MILF 1: Izzy's Hot Customer E-Book

Jade Bleu

• Herausgeber: Jade Bleu
• Kategorie: Erotik
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2017

Beschreibung

She gets bent over the counter and taken fertile! Izzy’s boring convenience store job is about to take a hot, sticky turn. A customer decides to leave a rough, raw deposit that will turn her into a MILF...even at the risk of someone coming in and catching them in the act. An erotic short featuring rough public sex and fertile fun with a stranger.

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Make Me a MILF 1: Izzy's Hot Customer

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MAKE ME A MILF 1: IZZY’S HOT CUSTOMER

JADE BLEU

She gets bent over the counter and taken fertile! Izzy’s boring convenience store job is about to take a hot, sticky turn. A customer decides to leave a rough, raw deposit that will turn her into a MILF...even at the risk of someone coming in and catching them in the act.

An erotic short featuring rough public sex and fertile fun with a stranger.

Genre: Contemporary Erotica/ Stranger / Unprotected creampie / Fertile fun / Caught in public

Length: 2,591 words

Copyright © 2017 by Jade Bleu

First eBook Publication: April 2017

Cover design by Jade Bleu

All cover art and logo copyright © 2017 by Jade Bleu

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED: This literary work may not be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, including electronic or photographic reproduction, in whole or in part, without express written permission.

All characters and events in this book are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead is strictly coincidental.

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MAKE ME A MILF 1: IZZY’S HOT CUSTOMER

JADE BLEU

I should have known what the hot stranger had in store for me from the heated look in his eyes while he waited in line behind the rest of my customers. I rang each one up on the register, almost screwing up one guy’s change because my gaze kept flicking to the man in the rear whose dark eyes hadn’t left me. By the time I’d finished with the rest and was ready to serve him, nerves had dotted my brow in sweat.

And oh, how I was about to serve him.

He stepped up, all tall and muscular, with nothing in his hands for purchase. This didn’t surprise me. He might be after some of the booze or cigarettes behind my counter, or maybe a lottery ticket. He might have needed to pay cash for the gas pump out front. I didn’t expect anything fancier than that. This was a convenience store, not Tiffany’s.

We locked eyes and he stood there, utterly gorgeous and saying nothing.

“Can I help you?” I asked, noting the slight quiver in my voice.

Fuck, those eyes of his! Smoldering and mysterious, they raked over my curves as though I were wearing a stripper costume rather than my dull blue and white clerk uniform. A slow smile spread across his face.

“Oh, yes,” he said. “You can help.”

The tone was dripping with suggestion, and I swallowed hard. With that he turned and strode to the window beside the door, flipped over the “We’re Open!” sign, and was unbuttoning his dress shirt when he headed back.

“What are you doing?” I asked. “What is it that you want?”

The answer lay in the silence between us before he even answered.

“You.”