The Satyr Saga #2 - Satyrday Afternoon

$2.99

[Erotica, Hardcore Sex, M/F sex, MILF, Oral Sex, Masturbation, Urban Fantasy, Mother, Sister, Incest, Paranormal, Science Fiction]

Owen Howard has had an interesting morning. After years of failure, he has scored with his boss and long-time crush, Anaya Ansari, screwing in the office of Mama Juliana's Pizzeria like something out of The Kama Sutra.

Anaya is not the only woman on whom Owen is having a strange, otherworldly effect. As Owen goes about his day, odd events swirl around him. His mother and sister are being drawn into his wake…and what role will a former high-school flame and a mysterious older woman play during this hot and steamy…Satyrday Afternoon?


=|<>|=


      He pulled into the driveway of his first stop and rang the doorbell. Hearing nothing, he pulled open the screen door and knocked firmly. He heard hurrying steps from inside, and the door was pulled open abruptly.
      A handsome woman, nearly as tall as he was, stood in front of him. Around the same age as his mother, she wore an expensive skirt that dropped below her knees and a loose, comfortable blouse. Her lips were pressed together tightly as she looked at him.
      “My husband's asleep,” she said softly, “He's the one who ordered the food. Come in, but please be quiet. I don't want to wake him up.”
      Moving carefully, Owen entered the house, sighing in relief at the feel of the air-conditioning, comfortably pleasant on his skin. As he walked through the family room, a big-screen TV was showing a baseball game. On a couch, a fat man in a White Sox t-shirt was sitting, head slumped back, snores whistling from his slack mouth. He was unshaven, and a litter of beer cans sat on the table in front of him. He followed the woman into the kitchen, where she turned abruptly, frowning.
      “His wallet's in his pants, and I'm not going to wake the fat slob up,” she said, her deep voice harsh with dislike. “Come into my office and I'll write you a check.”
      Owen followed her through a series of well-decorated rooms. His eyes fell to her sexy ass as her pace slowed and her hips began to sway to a seductive beat. In his pants, his cock itched fiercely. He scratched it, and it immediately began to swell, filling his crotch with heat.
      Oh, God, he thought. I don't need this. Please don't let her notice my boner. As he entered the office, he dropped the bag in front of his groin, desperately trying to hide his erection.
      “You are a good-looking young man,” the woman said, eying him speculatively. “What's your name, honey?”
      “I'm Owen,” he said, mouth dry. He pulled the food out of the bag and set it on the desk, careful of the papers scattered on the surface. “One large meat-lovers' pizza,” he said, trying to pull the conversation back to normal ground. “One order of bread sticks. The total is seventeen seventy-nine.”
      “I'm Wendy,” she said, ignoring the food. “Wendy Davis. And I'm a meat-lover, too.” She stepped closer to him, the scent of her perfume tickling his nose. “That pig out there hasn't fucked me for weeks,” she said softly, nuzzling closer to him. Owen stepped back, but she followed him. “And even if he tried,” she said, “How would I find his dick under all that fat? All he does anymore is sit around and yell at the TV.”
      She stepped out of her sandals. “What I need,” she continued, “Is a nice hard cock. I bet you have one, don't you, Owen? Long enough to ride on, thick enough to open me up real good.” She reached an arm past him and swung the door closed, shutting him in with her. Inside his pants, his erection raged, fighting for release.
      “Mrs. Davis,” Owen stuttered, “Please let me out. If your husband woke up and found us...I could get fired for this. I would get fired for this. I need my job.”
      “You can go,” Wendy replied. She reached under her skirt and pulled off her panties, tossing them negligently into a corner. She bent over, one hand braced against the door, and flipped up her skirt with the other, the fabric settling on her lower back, exposing the pale flesh of her ass. She spread her legs, and the scent of her arousal, strong and musky, struck Owen's nostrils, making his cock surge inside his slacks.
      “As soon as you come, you can go. As long as you come inside of me.”


Word Count: 9,300

  • Manufactured by: Alana Church

Please Choose:




Your IP Address is: 54.167.44.32
Copyright © 2017 Carnal Pleasures. Powered by Zen Cart