Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Pretty Lady ❯ Vol Three, Chapter Fourteen: Tug of War ( Chapter 14 )

Tug of War

So hard to deal with all of that attention that men show upon you when you are a fox. Kirsa didn't mind it. She had two charming men that practically fought for her attention. Okay, they weren't much to look, but they still were decent-looking men. At Kirsa's age, she was glad to have the attention. (Not that she didn't get any when she watched in the room.) It always entertained her to see two men competing for her attention. It just made her feel that much more attractive. This weekend was no different.

On Friday, Edgar found Kirsa in the mall. She was shopping around for some sexy lingerie. The man just couldn't pass up this opportunity to talk to such a MILF. So, he left his store and rushed across the mall to her. His eye of affection looked up and smiled. Edgar made it right over to her. Kirsa waited for him patiently.

“Hello there, Edgar,” she said. The drug store owner grinned once he caught his breath.

“Hey!” he greeted her. The MILF looked at him for a moment.

“I didn't know you worked here,” she said in curious surprise. Edgar blinked for a moment.

“Huh?” he asked. The question took a moment for it to sink.

“Oh!” he said as a light bulb went on in his head. “Yeah! I own that drug store across there.” He pointed to the unmanned store across from the lingerie shop. Kirsa looked on with him.

“You own that?” she asked. Edgar shrugged at her in a silly way.

“Well, you know,” he said. “It was given to me as a gift from a friend who want to America to marry this woman that he met online. Lucky.” Kirsa looked at him oddly.

“Really now?” she questioned. Edgar nodded in pride.

“Yes!” he said. The fox smiled at this prospect of a Russian business man before her. A man making his own living is always great in the eyes of an older woman.

“Impressive,” she said. Edgar noticed the bags in his lady's hands.

“What's you got there, Kirsa?” he asked. The naughty fox smirk at him.

“Oh,” she said innocently. “Thongs, vibrators, lubricate, porn DVDs, condoms, chocolate body paint, stuff like that.” Edgar's face went a bright red when she said that. A little bit of blood escaped from his nose. Kirsa looked at him, oddly.

“Edgar?” she asked. “Are you feeling okay?”

“Whoa!” he said like an excited schoolboy. “Planning a sex party or something tonight?” Kirsa giggled at him.

“Maybe…” she said sweetly. “Wow, kinky and hot!” Edgar thought. “We have a winner folks!” His face was painted a bright red color.

“Can I come?” he asked. Kirsa pretended to think about that for a moment. Her toy waited in anticipation. The fox glanced over at him. Boy, this was fun.

“How bad do you want it?” she challenged. Edgar held out his arms big and wide.

“So much so that my cock will explode without you!” he yelped. He heard laughter all around him. The man looked up and saw a crowd staring at him. He slowly became annoyed.

“What?!?” he snapped. “I'm trying to talk to my lady here! Get moving! There's nothing to see here!” The crowd slowly ebbed away. Edgar turned when he heard laughter again. This time, it was Kirsa chuckling at him. He began to worry. “Oh crap,” the man thought. “I blew it now!” But, the fox looked up at him, smiling.

“That is so cute!” she announced. “Sure, come by Sunday.” Edgar looked at her in surprise.

“I can?” he asked. Kirsa nodded.

“Yeah,” she said. “I'll see you this Sunday.” She gave him a small kiss on the cheek and walked off. Edgar stared at her, aroused and overjoyed. He just couldn't hold back any longer.

“Oh YESSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!” Edgar yelled out loud. He then happened to look up and see another crowd staring at him. He became annoyed rather quickly.

“What?!?” the man yelled at them. “Nothing to see here! Get going!!!” Once everyone had left, Edgar went right back to work.

On Saturday, Kirsa struck again. This time, her victim was Stefan. He was swimming at the YMCA when they crossed paths. She was heading in the women's locker room while he was leaving the men's. Stefan happened to look up and see his eye of affection. Mmmm, fine-looking MILF alert. She looked so hot in her two-piece swimsuit. He just had to stop for a better look. The man let out a whistle. Kirsa stopped and turned around. Her other suitor gave her a naughty smile.

“Hey!” he said. Kirsa smile back at him.

“Hello there, Stefan,” she said. “Been working out?”

“Yeah,” he replied. “You look great!”

“Thanks.” Stefan paused for a moment to gather up his nerve.

“Hey Kirsa,” he spoke up. She looked at him.

“Yes?”

“You doing anything Sunday night?” Kirsa thought about that for a moment.

“Sorry, I'm with Edgar then.” Stefan blinked in disappointment.

“What?”

“Edgar asked me out and I agreed to go out with him on Sunday night.” Her other suitor looked pretty crushed. He didn't want to hear this.

“Can't you cancel?” Kirsa shook her head.

“Aw, Stefan. That would just be rude of me. I am a lady after all.” Her other suitor frowned in defeat. Kirsa smiled as she prepared to sell her next pitch to the “lucky” man.

“But, I do have time right… now.” Stefan looked at her with big eyes.

“Naw!” Kirsa nodded at him with a wicked, little smile.

“Come and get it now!” That was all that the man needed to hear. He took her back to the men's locker room and pinned her up against one of the lockers. Kirsa grabbed him close to her and pushed her tongue into his mouth. He pulled down her bottoms and pushed up her top. The fox moaned as she felt his hand squeezing her breasts. She reached forward and grabbed onto his swimming trunks. Kirsa pushed them right off of him. Stefan pushed apart her legs and shoved himself right in.

“Oh yes!!!” Kirsa yelled. “You are so good! Harder! Harder!” Stefan was more than happy to comply.

“Oh Kirsa!” he moaned. “I love you so much! Ohhhh!!!” Stefan bucked into her for emphasis. She only moaned out loud. He hit climax with a wild scream.

“Oh god, yeah!!!” the man yelled. Both stayed like that panting for a good while. Kirsa looked at him in a sexy way. She leaned in close to his ear.

“Was that worth the night?” the MILF asked.

“Yeah!” Stefan answered breathlessly. She kissed him on the lips. The suitor celebrated in his head as he kissed his object of affection back. Score one for the big man!

On Sunday night, it was Edgar's turn to bat. Kirsa lied back on her bed, waiting. The man smiled as he pulled off his shirt in a slow and sexy way.

“You are going to love this, babe!” he announced. The fox lied in her bra and panties, watching.

“Where have I heard that one before?” she asked.

“Trust me!” he insisted. “You are in for one hell of a ride!”

“Yeah, yeah!” Kirsa brushed off. “Less yakking, more stripping!”

“Yes ma'am!” Edgar replied. He quickly undid his pants and dropped them on the floor. His boxers followed right behind. The fox smiled at him in a horny way.

“Whoa!” she said. “You really are a big boy!” Edgar grinned at her like a hungry wolverine.

“This is my buddy,” he said. “He and I are to entertain you all night long!” Kirsa quickly spread her legs for him while a grin on her face.

“Okay then,” she said. “Show me what you got!” Edgar leapt onto the bed, stripped her down, and got right to work. Kirsa enjoyed herself as well tonight. It's so good to have two men battling for her attention.

And what of her daughter? Shasha really missed her boys. They all seemed to be lusting after her mom. She wanted the attention for herself. This became apparent on Friday evening. Shasha called Stefan over to help her with her homework.

“So, what do you want me look at here?” he asked. Shasha leaned in for a closer look.

“Right here,” she said as she pointed to the page below. Stefan looked where she was pointing.

“Ah, I see,” he replied. As her friend read the history question, Shasha gently put his hand on his knee. The fact that he had on shorts made this even better. Time to turn up the risks. She slowly began moving her hand upwards on his thigh. Stefan quickly looked up at her startled.

“What the hell are you doing, girl?” he asked. Shasha batted her eyelashes at him.

“What's wrong?” she asked. “I thought that you wanted me to touch you like that.”

“Yeah, no, uh… I have to go the bathroom!” he blurted out. The man leapt away from the kitchen table and ran straight down the hall. Shasha watched on in disappointment.

“Darn it!” But, she refused to give up. That girl was determined to snag either Stefan or Edgar to notice her since her birthday night. Sexual attention can be compared to a game of tug-of-war with this love rectangle.

Tug-of-War of Love