Horns Up - 8 - Sex Stories

Horns Up - 8

... be more... interesting," she added, her voice taking on a sinister edge.

Is it too late to back out of this little challenge?

"Yup! I'm rooting for you honey!" pipes the purple demon.

She gives you a quick peck on the cheek before skipping off for the stairs, fixing to begin her day off in earnest.

You take a deep breath as you drain the sink. A week of complete and total abstinence.

Shouldn't be too hard.

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You should have known that little minx was going to make this as difficult as possible for you.

The first couple of days were easy. You carried on with your duties as normal, assisting your charges when needed and doing whatever paperwork the EHI required of you. Before you'd go to bed, you'd feel a slight ache of need in your loins, but after reading, watching a movie or playing a quick game on your phone, it would abate.

It was halfway through the week when you noticed things seeming a little off. Muu and Bessa were clinging closer to you, while Casey was slipping more and more subtle flirts into the things she said to you. Eari and Yyvnn stared at you hungrily as you passed them in the hallway, and you even once caught Callyette in your room with her face buried firmly into a pair of your worn boxers.

Bit by bit, the girls began to grab your attention more and more.

Muu's soft, pliable body, Yyvnn's elegant legs, Casey's feisty winks, Bessa's outrageous bust, Callyette's smooth skim, Eari's striking physique... They plagued your ...

... thoughts, setting a fire in your loins that you struggled to put out through sheer will alone.

But Natasha.

Oh, Natasha.

She was the worst for it, because she knewexactlywhat she was doing.

How she let her shirt ride up when she stretched, how she left one too many buttons undone, how she pushed her ass against your crotch when you had to squeeze past her in the kitchen, how she 'accidentally' left the bathroom door open when she showered, how she left her undergarments in plain view from her bedroom door, how she looked at you, how she spoke, how she smelled...

God, it was unbearable. By Thursday night you were sleeping with a pillow clamped between your legs.

But finally, you did it. You survived until Friday morning.

You make breakfast with single-minded focus, staring into the pan as Muu bustles around beside you. The girls are all sitting at the table, talking and squabbling with one another as you plate up bacon, eggs and another omelette for Callyette. She really likes them now, despite admonishing their 'common' nature the previous week.

"Ooh, smells real good honey," Natasha comments from the head of the table, giving you bedroom eyes as you carry the food to the table.

You bite your tongue and give her a weak smile before sitting down for breakfast.

Minute by minute, the meal goes by, all the while you feel your heart pounding louder and louder. Natasha keeps glancing at you from across the table, flashing you subtle smiles and little ...