Hardcore Erotica: Anal Collection Volume 1

By Michael Venice

"Hardcore Erotica: Anal Collection Volume 1" brings together the eight steamy stories previously released from Hardcore Erotica Volumes 1, 2 and 3. At 37,000 words, "Hardcore Erotica: Anal Collection Volume 1" will take you to the edge. And over!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Michael Venice
• Release date: Jul 13, 2011
• ISBN: 9781466107977

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Hardcore Erotica: Anal Collection Volume 1

By: Michael Venice

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Julie’s Ass

JULIE is a nice. Julie is sweet. She is the girl in the office who always smiles and seems to be a little young for the cut throat world of advertising. She has a soft voice and a pale round face. Her eyes are a cool hazel and her hair is a unkempt but enduring bob of light brown. Everyone around the office likes Julie. However, Julie is not would the usual office hottie. She attracts little to no attention to herself. Julie’s body is tone and tight. She has small but perky B cups. Her nipples do poke hard when the warehouse office gets cold. However, Julie’s secret weapon is one that no one around the office notices.

Indeed, what Julie was hiding is the best ass on the Westside of Los Angeles. No, I didn’t know about Julie’s ass. Not yet anyway. I like Julie because of her sweetness. But I never all hot and bothered over her. Julie popped into my office on a Tuesday morning since we started working on a project together. She ended her quick conversation with some phrase in French I couldn’t really understand. While Julie is American. Her is 100% French and fluent in the Gallac language and occasionally likes to throw in the second tongue in her conversation. I always found her French to be cute and told her it sounded hot. I wasn’t really flirting but French does sound hot coming from a girl’s mouth.

I got a first clue that Julie was hiding something nice when I noticed her butt in a pair of surplus army pants she likes to wear every once in a while. Julie has a tomboyish look but I spied a really nice apple booty as she walked away from the conference room. I didn’t think too much of it. Sure she has a nice ass. So does just about every girl who works out in LA has a nice ass.

Then came Friday. It is May in LA and the temperature was starting to climb a bit. Warming weather plus casual Friday equals lighter, tighter more revealing clothes from the girls around the office. I saw some nice titties in low cut dresses. Athletic girls in tank tops display their tone and an bodies. A nice display of talent on casual Friday.

Julie was in the office in a white t-shirt and a short flower mini-skirt. Julie has some nice pokie nipples peaking through her white t-shirt. However, my first tingle of excitement towards Julie came with that short, short skirt.

I always knew Julie was in shape but her legs have a nice, muscular tone. The mini-skirt was dangerously short for the office. It is the kind of hemline you would find in a nightclub that an ad agency. The skirt runs halfway up her thigh.

For the first time ever, I approach Julie with more than just a friendly smile. I wanna check her out up close and personal. And the best thing is, Julie is completely approachable. She not one of those girls who makes it hard to talk to at all. Hey Julie. I begin. We make some small talk about the project we are working on together. I can’t help but leer down at her legs, which she seems to be completely oblivious to the entire chat. Then I mention in passing, Oh, that’s a cute skirt. Jesus, I sound like a girl. But I don’t know what else to say. Oh thanks. Julie replies as she twirls around, lifting the skirt up to reveal all of her thigh and just a hit of her ass. She didn’t mean anything sexual by it. Julie is simply playful in a refreshingly innocent way. But that quick flash of inner thigh and a hint of her butt did it for me. I feel a slight hard-on coming. Dammit, that’s it. It’s official. I now have a hard crush on Julie. I smile and like a complete pussy, leave. Yeah, I know. But I really don’t have the best pick-up game in the world. And besides, I’m in the office. How hard can I push this flirt?

I went on with my day. The thought of Julie’s twirl, legs and a hint of her ass make me semi-hard around the office. The Friday afternoon blahs started to kick in as people began to leave early. Sadly, I couldn’t because of the project I was working on. In fact, the only people left in the 800 person office were the ones working on this project.

I was down on the first floor when I heard Julie’s voice. She was standing on one of the catwalks off our warehouse office building. I look up. I look up and see completely up her skirt. I see Julie’s ass in a thong. The best ass in the Westside of LA in my full view. Julie’s black thong perfect sets her apple cheeks apart. The ass is big and firm. My dick is completely hard ride now. Julie is just standing there on the catwalk completely oblivious to my leering eyes. And I can’t believe what I am seeing. This ass is beyond great. It is perfect. The size, shape and firmness of that French ass seems to defy gravity.

I stare and stare at that ass. I must have gotten a good fifteen second stare before Julie began to walk away. I went home and jerked off all Friday night. I had never abused my own dick so much. I may have jacked it at least a six times on Friday alone. I woke up and went for a morning run and tried to get Julie out of my mind. I decided that I needed to stop jacking off to her because I need to work with Julie and I can’t do my job if I’m so obsessed with her.

Saturday afternoon comes around and the weather in Venice Beach is so nice I decide to go out for a walk. I take a walk on the crowded beach where all the toursit, homeless, freaks, protesters, skateboarders, and attention whore hang-out. Then I go for a stroll on the Venice Canals. The Canals are a nice place to walk because the narrow sidewalks restrict how many people can crowd the area.

As I walk, I see a hot chick in the distance. She is wearing a sports bar, tight black spandex shorts and she’s sporting short hair and a six back set of abs. Wow. Nice. We walk toward each other and I notice something familiar about this girl. Holy shit. Julie.

I’m in this weird state of shock. Julie lives about four miles away in Santa Monica so it is not completely unusual to see her here. Julie notices me and smiles. I just stare at Julie incredible body. I have never seen so much skin on her. This girl is ripped.

Hey! She smiles. I smile and exchange excited small talk. So do you live around here? Julie asks me. I pointed to the apartment building on Washington Boulevard. It’s a small place but I have a view of the ocean.

Really? Julie responds. Then in an unexpected Freudian slip I respond, Yeah, do you want to see it? I ask. Julie says, Sure. I can’t believe it. I have Julie coming back to my apartment. We begin to walk and I catch a view of her amazing ass in those little spandex shorts. Her ass is just amazing.

We walk over to my apartment building. I feel a raging hard-on coming. I’m thinking about making a movie without being creepy or stupid. After all, if I fuck up, we still have to work together. When we get inside of the elevator, it is the first time that we are alone. I smile and leer at her body. Julie doesn’t seem to detect my sexual gaze. I look at the muscle on her stomach. Wow. Just wow. She is so tone.

When we get out of the elevator, we walk down the hall to my apartment. It’s not much to look at, I say as I open the door. It’s just a studio. I open the door and the California sunlight shines on our face. Cool view. Julie says. I’ve been living here for five years so I forget what a great view I have here. However, Julie is impressed. Can I open the door? Julie asks. I help her open the sliding glass door to the small balcony. Julie leans over to take a look at the ocean, as she does, her ass lifts into the ass. I reach down and touch my cock. She can’t see me right now so I can touch myself without much worry. As Julie marvels the Pacific, I marvel at her amazing ass.

I love the breeze up here. Julie says. I walk up behind her. I just want to get close to that ass. Yeah, you know I hardly ever open the doors, I should more often. Julie leans over some more. She steps on the small bar across the bottom of the balcony railing. I get a little worried since we are eight floors up. I walk up behind her. Look out. I don’t want you to fall over. I tell her. Is the rail secure? Julie asks me. Well, let me just hold onto you just in case. I say as I get behind her and hold her hips. I My dick is about as close to Julie’s ass as it can be without rubbing up against it. I can feel the amazing body heat around my crotch. My dick feels like it wants to just pop out of my shorts.

Julie leans back. Her big, firm ass falls onto my crotch. My dick presses against her ass. I hold onto her hips, grasping a little tighter. Julie’s back arches slightly. I slowly push my dick deeper against her. I grind slowly. Uh. Julie moan slightly. I slowly pull my hands around her flat stomach and grind against her ass. Mmm. Julie says as she falls back against my chest. I look down at her neck. You like that? I ask her softly. She says something softly in French. I grind harder and harder. Do it like that. Julie says softly.

I push her head

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