His Secret Stash : Anal Brats 17 (First Time Anal Sex Erotica): Anal Brats, #17

By Kimmy Welsh

My friend is moving out of her house and I drop-by to see if she needs some help.  She's not home but her hot father is, and it looks like he could do with a hand.

The first box I pick up is packed with naughty magazines and I can't help but take a look.  I can't believe Mr. Harris is into this kind of thing!

I marvel at the collection but he's mortified—even more so when I open one of the magazines and start looking inside.

The images are turning me on and the thought of having a guy buried deep in the wrong spot is really getting me excited.  Maybe you can be that guy, Mr. Harris?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Kimmy Welsh
• Release date: Jan 14, 2021
• ISBN: 9781393239246

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I didn’t mean now, Amber, Christ!

I huffed.  I can’t do it anyway!

Because you need lube, he said.

Do you have any?

Spit I guess, he shrugged.  Listen, try it later.  Just put your pants back on and I’ll forget I saw anything.

"You’re gonna forget this?" I said, waggling my ass.

His eyes were drawn to it and he studied it longer than he should.

I’m going to try, he answered eventually.

Fetch some lube, Mr. Harris, please?  You must have some.

If I find it do you promise to help me finish this?

I nodded.

Mr. Harris shook his head and looked at the stack of boxes.  He made a start towards his car but then turned and ran his finger along the remainder of his haul that sat on the countertop.

This one, he said to himself.

He did some maneuvering and then opened the box, delving inside and producing a tube of clear liquid.  He held it up and smiled.  I knew I had some somewhere.

I held out my hand for it and he placed it in my palm.  Instead of stowing it away I squirted some of it onto my finger.

Amber! he warned.

Without ceremony I returned the digit to my ass, thrusting it easily through the little hole until my finger was halfway inside.

I let out a satisfied groan and Mr. Harris stopped protesting.

Satisfied now? he asked.

Mmm, almost.  I looked back at him with a sultry gaze.  I could do with something bigger.

He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.  He was clearly trying to calm himself down, but from anger or arousal I couldn’t be sure.

I