Age Gap Breeding Books 13 - 24 : 12-Pack

By Kimmy Welsh

This erotica bundle contains books 13 - 24 of the 'Age Gap Breeding' series, where naughty adult nymphs get taken by mature, seasoned men. Read how the pairs go at it in sinful, public, unprotected sessions of delicious age gap fantasy.
Stories include : ‘I Claimed The Best Man – And He’s My Professor,' ‘Sex In My Boss’s Garage,' ‘Sex With My Mechanic Boss,' ‘Positioned On Pole,' ‘Claimed In The Cabin In The Woods,' ‘Taken By My Boss At His Opticians,' ‘Playing With My Oblivious Boss In The Hot-Tub,' ‘Nursing My Sick Boss,' ‘His MMA Victory Sex,' ‘A Rock-star Popped My Cherry,' ‘Ringing My Trainer’s Bell,' and ‘Pulled Over And Cuffed By The Cop.'

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Jun 22, 2020
• ISBN: 9781716813337

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Age Gap Breeding Books 13 - 24 : 12-Pack

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Copyright © 2020 by Kimmy Welsh

This is a work of fiction. All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.  All characters 18+.

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About This Book:

This erotica bundle contains books 13 - 24 of the 'Age Gap Breeding' series, where naughty adult nymphs get taken by mature, seasoned men.  Read how the pairs go at it in sinful, public, unprotected sessions of delicious age gap fantasy.

Stories include : ‘I Claimed The Best Man – And He’s My Professor,' ‘Sex In My Boss’s Garage,' ‘Sex With My Mechanic Boss,' ‘Positioned On Pole,' ‘Claimed In The Cabin In The Woods,' ‘Taken By My Boss At His Opticians,' ‘Playing With My Oblivious Boss In The Hot-Tub,' ‘Nursing My Sick Boss,' ‘His MMA Victory Sex,' ‘A Rock-star Popped My Cherry,' ‘Ringing My Trainer’s Bell,' and ‘Pulled Over And Cuffed By The Cop.'

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I can’t believe we’re doing this, he said.

I looked up and let out a nervous laugh, but I didn’t stop.  He didn’t stop me either.

His belt burst open and I popped the button of his suit-pants, pulling his white shirt out and then unzipping his pants so I could get inside.

I looked at his white boxer-shorts and then up to his face.  He stared down in wait, his hands at his side.

Here goes, I breathed, putting my fingers over the waist of his underwear.

I tugged him down and felt the coarse hair against the back of my fingers.  I dragged downwards and then marveled as his cock sprang upwards, fighting out of his pants as though it was gasping for air.

He stood to attention in front of me, looking way larger than I’d anticipated.  I couldn’t help but laugh in disbelief, covering my mouth as I marveled at it.

What? he said, and he sounded self-conscious.

"It’s so fucking big," I cried.

Oh, he said, seeming suddenly more confident.  Is it?

I wrapped my hand around it.  My fingers were a good way away from meeting my thumb.  Yes! I said.

Mr. Connors laughed again.

I can’t even fit it in my—

I opened my mouth before I finished the sentence and pressed my lips over him, listening to the resultant, satisfied groan as I brushed a lock of hair behind my ear.

I pulled back, impressed with myself.  I guess I can.

I moved my fist back and forth along him and watched the embossed veins slide beneath the skin of his mature cock.

Slowly I pumped him, sending him through the loose grip of my hand before putting him back into the warm, wet embrace of my mouth.

This time he put a hand on my head, gently guiding me along his length as I fed him to the back of my throat.

I slurped my tongue along the underside of him, but with his girth filling my mouth I barely had any room to maneuver.

That feels so good, he moaned.

I opened my eyes and stared up at him as he watched me close.  I started to put on a performance, thrashing my mouth over him and throwing my blonde hair about my head.

Before long his cock was glossed in my spit.  I gripped him in my fist tight this time, pumping him through it and watching as his hand made fists in the sofa-cushion and his back straightened up.

Fuck, Sarah, he said, his voice strained as though he might bolt any second.

I Claimed The Best Man – And He’s My Professor : Age Gap Breeding 13

My best-friend Shawna had looked stunning that day.  I was her bridesmaid, having introduced her to Brian who was a friend of mine.

All day I was ogling Brian’s best man, but I knew it wouldn’t be right to act on my impulse—what with him being my ex-professor and being over twice my age.

I know, I know!  It’s ridiculous.  I understand that completely, but when you’re a few glasses of wine into the evening your mind starts playing tricks on you.  Mr. Connors had kind of morphed throughout the day.  In the morning he was the nervous best man who looked dapper in his suit, but by the time the evening came around he was a confident, handsome, mature guy, regaling the room with tales from Brian’s past, much to everyone’s enjoyment.

I looked down along the bride and groom’s table as he spoke.  He flicked through his notes and addressed the crowd who lapped up every second of his well-oiled routine.  As his confidence grew, my desire for him grew too.  I’d only ever seen him in class before.  Seeing him in this relaxed setting was playing with my emotions.

At first I was like a proud ex-student, but soon I was an infatuated onlooker, matching the emotions of the single—and married—women in the crowd who looked upon him adoringly.  Mr. Connors had this way about him that just leveled you.  It was impossible not to give him your full attention.

Boy, he was a catch, alright.  He visited the gym regularly, although he wasn’t body-builder material.  He looked like he could definitely handle himself, and when all of that was wrapped up in a sharp, well-fitted suit it made him look twice as handsome.  Something about the layers of his jacket, waistcoat and crisp, white shirt made me want to devour him.

I looked forward at the table of bridesmaids in the front row.  Each of them was rapt on his every word, just like we’d always been in class.  They stared forward, their pupils fat with lust as they giggled raucously at even the smallest of jokes.  I think the forbidden notion of a nineteen-year-old woman getting with a forty-something guy was a major turn-on for all of them—and me!

He finished his speech to rapturous applause and sat back down.  Brian leant over and whispered something and Mr. Connors broke out in a relief of laughter.  The whole room was in high-spirits that flowed long into the night.  A short while after the meal had finished he came and found me.

Looking good, Sarah he said, eyeing me up and down.

I did a flirtatious twirl, fluttering my eyelids at him and giggling.  Thanks.  You scrub up pretty well too.

I’d never gotten a compliment beyond something as scholarly as turning in a good essay.  Mr. Connors complimenting my looks made me think I just might have a chance.

In fact, I said, glancing behind me, you scrub up so well that I know one-or-two people who might be interested.

He looked over my shoulder and straight into the eyes of my friend Cassie who lingered in the background, sipping champagne and trying not to look in our direction.

She’s too young, Mr. Connors said looking down and shaking his head quickly.  No way.

Come on, I teased.  She’s nineteen.  She likes you. I leaned in close to his ear.  "And she likes anal."

I pulled back to see his expression and the pair of us started to laugh.  I was glad he saw the funny side.

I’m not that easy.

Handsome fella like you needs a gal.

Stop deflecting, he said.  Plenty of good men around here too.

I know, I said, locking eyes with him.

He swallowed nervously.  I’m gonna go check on Brian, he said.

He walked away and I followed him with my eyes, smiling to myself.  It sounds pretty arrogant, but I knew then and there that I had him.  I’d planted the seed in his mind and now all I had to do was wait for it to take root.  It was almost inevitable.

I walked back over to Cassie whose eyes were wide in anticipation.

Sorry, I said, pulling a face.  I don’t think he’s interested.

Did you tell him about the anal? she asked hopefully.

I did.  Sorry, Cassie.

She pursed her lips and looked distantly off to the side.  Fuck it, she said eventually, and she sank the last of her champagne.

I followed her to the dance-floor and we started to party, joining the few brave souls that were confident or drunk enough to embrace the music early.

Night closed in and the lights became more vibrant around us as they pulsed to the music.  Drinks came and went, as did the guests until there was only a small posse of hardcore individuals consisting of the bride and groom, the bridesmaids, the best man and the ushers as well as a few close friends.

A circle soon formed and one-by-one people jumped into the middle, doing some of the most ridiculous dance-moves that somehow received jubilant cheers and applause.

Before my turn came I slinked my way out of the circle and walked to the bar.  Mr. Connors had left a little way before and when I arrived he was ordering a drink.

Two of those, I said from behind, and he turned around to see me approaching the bar.  His collar was open now and he looked a little disheveled, but no less attractive.  In fact, there was now something even more alluring about him.  He seemed … attainable.

The barman set two drinks down in front of us.  I picked up the wide, small glass and eyed the caramel liquid inside.  I shook the ice-cubes and took a sip, wincing soon afterwards.

Haha, he laughed, taking a sip of his own.  Didn’t think you’d like it.

What is it?

Bourbon, he said.

Can you throw some apple juice in there, I said over the bar.

The barman raised an eyebrow and then did as requested.

I was just gonna head to my room, he said nonchalant.  Wanna head up and finish these?

I looked at my drink and then back to the crowd.  They were still partying hard but I sensed Mr/ Connors was as done with it all as I was.

Sure, I shrugged as though it was no big deal.  Weboth left together, confident that people were far too busy dancing to realize.  I don’t think either of us quite knew what we were getting in to.

We took the elevator to the top floor and he guided me around the resplendent halls of the fancy hotel.  Brian and his family weren’t short of money, and that definitely showed in the hotel and the rooms that he’d booked for his guests.

Mr. Connors slid his card into the slot and pushed the door open, kicking his shoes off and walking through into the lounge.

What the fuck? I said, looking around the room.

What?

You got this?!

What did you get?

Not this.

I set my drink on the table and moved through to his bedroom, looking up and around at the walls with a jealous look in my eye.

A king-sized bed?

You didn’t get one?

Jeez, I said, before finally looking to him and laughing it all off.  Guess I’m not quite as important.

He walked over and pulled my head towards his, kissing the top of it and rubbing my back.  It’s not that, he said.  It’s just that I’m way more important than normal people.

He gave me a sideways look and I laughed, pulling him by the hand back through to the lounge.  It all felt so comfortable and natural that it was tough to believe that I was really thinking of doing the unthinkable.

We crashed into the seat of the sofa and my eyes lit up again.  I pushed my hand against the cushion and looked over at him, shaking my head.

The couch is more comfortable than my bed.

Will you quit it? he scoffed.

I stared forward at the huge television and opened my mouth to say something about it.

Don’t, he said, before I could speak.

My mouth closed and I exhaled, picking up my drink and taking a sip.  I let my head fall against his shoulder and I sighed.

Didn’t see anyone down there you liked?

Not really, he said.  You?

Nope.

A few seconds of silence passed.  Through the open window we could vaguely hear the baseline of the party downstairs that we’d abandoned.

Fun night, I said.

Could have been funner, he said.

I took my head off his shoulder and looked up at him.  How?

He turned to look at me.  My eyes looked down at his lips, then back to his eyes, then down at his lips again.  I was giving him every clue.

He stayed stoic for the moment, then his gaze faltered downwards.  My mouth opened and I moved my face forwards.  He came closer to me by an inch or so and stopped.  He laughed and I bit my bottom lip demurely.

You know— he began, and I threw my mouth on him without thinking.

He let out a surprised grunt at first and I thought about pulling away, but then his hand came behind my back and he pulled me closer to him, thrusting his tongue into my mouth and wrestling it with my own.

I couldn’t quite believe what was happening, but it didn’t mean I was about to stop.  I knew full well that what we were doing was wrong, but it seemed to spur me on more than halt me.

I kept the pace up, reluctant to let my foot off the gas.  It felt as though the whole thing might come to a sudden, abrupt stop if we took one second to think about what the hell we were doing.

Before I knew it I was straddling my ex-professor with a knee either side of him and two hands caressing his face. He had his hands on the ass of my tight dress and he was squeezing and pulling at it.  I could feel my pussy dampening beneath my panties as my pulse rose with his.

His hands wandered up my back and came around to the front of my body.  They started to squeeze at my tits as we shifted a gear higher in the naughtiness stakes.

I felt him drag the front of the dress down and I then I felt the air hit my bare tits as they popped out above the bust of my dress.

I pulled my lips off him and rose up against him, pressing my breasts close to his face.  He didn’t skip a beat.  He brought two hands to my tits and squeezed them together, quickly racing his lips over the nipple and licking and biting at it ravenously.

I threw back my hair and groaned to the ceiling then I looked down to make sure that the whole thing was really happening.

Sure enough I stared into the handsome face of Mr. Connors, chomping feverishly on my big tits that hung out above my bridesmaid’s dress.

This is so naughty, I cooed excitedly, holding the back of his head against me as he sucked my nipples to stiffness.

He pulled back and admired his handiwork, then I slid my way back down his body and put my lips back on his.

He pulled the bottom of my dress up over my ass and continued to grab it in the same way, only now he was pulling at my bare flesh and I could feel him opening my ass cheeks over and over.

My heart pounded in my chest and the nervous, lust-filled adrenaline pumped through my veins.  Every thought in my head was telling me to stop right there and then, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it.  We were going places we never thought possible.

I kissed my way off him and down his face, sinking between his open legs and fidgeting beneath his waist-coat at his belt-buckle.

I can’t believe we’re doing this, he said.

I looked up and let out a nervous laugh, but I didn’t stop.  He didn’t stop me either.

His belt burst open and I popped the button of his suit-pants, pulling his white shirt out and then unzipping his pants so I could get inside.

I looked at his white boxer-shorts and then up to his face.  He stared down in wait, his hands at his side.

Here goes, I breathed, putting my fingers over the waist of his underwear.

I tugged him down and felt the coarse hair against the back of my fingers.  I dragged downwards and then marveled as his cock sprang upwards, fighting out of his pants as though it was gasping for air.

He stood to attention in front of me, looking way larger than I’d anticipated.  I couldn’t help but laugh in disbelief, covering my mouth as I marveled at it.

What? he said, and he sounded self-conscious.

"It’s so fucking big," I cried.

Oh,