My First Time Anal Meet-Up : Anal Brats 18 (First Time Anal Sex Erotica): Anal Brats, #18

By Kimmy Welsh

Anal sex: it's all I could think about.  I'd post photos on websites daily of me trying out new toys, but I was a faker.  I'd never once had the real thing inside there and I think it's about time that I corrected that.

I've been speaking to a guy who seems nice enough to be my first, but I can't believe it when we meet up and I discover his real identity.  I didn't come this far to not go through with it, even if it's my best friend's Dad!  What do you say, Mr. Parker?  Want to be the first guy in there?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Kimmy Welsh
• Release date: Feb 5, 2021
• ISBN: 9781393220183

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He picked up the bottles and fetched two glasses from the side.  I laughed as he popped the cork and a froth of fizz flowed out.  My Perrier didn’t exactly have the same ceremony.

He himself a champagne and gave me my drink in a flute too.

To bad decisions, he said, charging it to the sky.

To bad decisions.

I took a sip and hummed contently, reclining in the sofa.  I closed my eyes and let the bubbles pop on my tongue.

Peyton, you’re ... he began.

I opened my eyes to see him gesturing at me.  I quickly realized that my skirt had ridden up and my panties were visible.

Oops!

I wriggled back into them and closed my legs while Mr. Parker bit awkwardly at his lip.

So, you like things in your ass? he ventured.

I raised my eyebrows.  I think you know the answer to that.

And you like to be watched?

I nodded.

He sat on the couch next to me.  Have you ever ... you know?

Never, I told him.  Tonight was gonna be my first.

And here I am, he said.  Guess we’re both out of luck.

Hmm, I mused.  Shame to waste a nice hotel room though.

We each took another sip of drink and I stared sidelong at him.

Real shame, he reiterated.

I could sense a suggestive tone in his voice and I was starting to get curious too.

We could certainly get away with it, I said, standing up and walking to the window.  Our own private room.  No-one even knows we’re here.

I moved to the glass and stood there, sipping my drink while the whole city watched.

It makes sense when you think about it, he said.

Perfect sense.

I heard him stand up and his voice came closer.

It’s what we both want, after-all.

I moved