Anal Virginity Sold

By Sophie Sin

A kinky Euro couple offer a gorgeous American assistance in exchange for her anal virginity. Marco and Elisa are an odd couple. First, they are extraordinarily attractive: She is a goddess that makes me feel gay; he is a masculine hunk that has me soaked downstairs. Second, they only do anal: Only up the rear; no pussy needed. My first time is going to be with the hottest couple I have ever met!

This and other similar stories can be found in the 'Virginity Taken Collection'.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lunatic Ink Publishing
• Release date: Jul 9, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463096765

Sophie Sin

Sophie Sin writes heterosexual erotica. She also occasionally writes gay erotic fiction under the pen name Dick Powers.

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ANAL VIRGINITY SOLD

Sophie Sin

Copyright 2018 LIP

More stories at Sophie's Book List. Her gay erotica at Dick Powers.

All characters consent and are over 18yrs.

SOPHIE’S PROMISE

My Readership, My Friends,

This book is the first in a series of books that will eventually become a collection entitled Virgin Erotica. (Yes, we are super creative with titles around here. Haha.)

What I promise you in this book is female to female anal, some well hung alpha male anal, and a ridiculous threesome that I’ll let you know one ups all of what came before significantly. There is, of course, a main character uninitiated into the world of anal. She’s a rural girl who has turned part city woman but still retains some of her farmer personality. I think you’ll really enjoy the naivety she shows while still being a highly capable woman making her own choices surrounding what she wants sexually.

So, female to female anal, alpha male anal and a threesome with an ex-farm woman. Did I forget to mention the kinky European couple that initiates all this? Anal Virginity Sold is a long short story and you’ll hopefully enjoy where I decided to go with things.

Sophie out!

A TRICKY DAY IN SPAIN

My dad always said, Keep some money hidden on you no matter where you go. God, I’m grateful for that advice right now.

Listen, you don’t understand. They took my wallet. All I have is this.

I hold up the the three $100 US bills. The hotel clerk turns up her nose at the amount and shakes her head.

Ma’am, you must understand that our rooms are not cheap and your credit card has been canceled.

I roll my eyes and say, I know that. I canceled all of them this morning.

This woman is getting on my nerves. I’m 32 years old and she must be barely 20. Her skinny little frame probably hasn’t known a day of hard labor in its life. Me, I grew up on a farm and know what it means to work. As an executive at an agriculture company it has been a very long time since someone this young gave me any kind of lip. I feel like slapping her, but that’s just my poor coping skills that my younger sister is always telling me I need to work on.

I need a room, I tell her firmly through a jaw that feels like its going to explode with how much tension I have in it. What can you do for me?

The woman looks past me and then back. She gestures in that direction and I look over my shoulder. A porter is waiting with my luggage.

You can bring more money or you can leave, ma’am. She pauses and I can almost feel her pleasure in the words that follow. We are a very exclusive hotel.

I stare at her and attempt not to give her a piece of my mind. I, unfortunately, fail and a few minutes later I am yelling at the skinny little bitch as two security guards drag me out front and unceremoniously dump me on the pavement.

The porter comes to the open front entrance doors, looks down at me and snorts loudly. He biffs my luggage down the stairs to join me in the street.

Americans, he grunts before going back inside.

I stumble to my feet and brush myself off. The hotel is located on a main street. People are staring. I grab the handle of my luggage and start pulling on it. The wheel on the right side buckles and falls off. I stop and stare at it.

FUCKKKKK! I scream into the air.

Picking up the wheel, I pocket it and push the handle into the top of the luggage. Thankfully, I kept the strap that came with the set and that fits over my shoulder nicely. For a short woman I am pretty strong and I packed light anyway. I lug the thing down the road - probably looking like a moron to everyone around - and drag myself the 40 meters to the small bar the taxi dropped me outside of down the road from the hotel after leaving the police station.

I stomp down the steps and enter the basement bar. There’s some Spanish talk radio playing on the stereo system and the bartender is an old man polishing a glass behind the bar. There’s no other punters in the bar and I stroll over to drop my luggage on the floor next to a stool and sit down on it. The bartender looks