Rear Entry - Taken By My Dad's Best Friend, the Handyman: My Dad's Best Friend, #1

By Zoe Freud

Real men use the rear entrance! 

19-year-old Annabelle has a problem: she has a crush on her father's best friend! Marc, 42 years old and the owner of a craft business, is well-trained, has a sense of humor and surely doesn't have to worry about money. And, as Annabelle has noticed already, he also likes to steal a glance at her tight butt now and then. But how to catch the hard-working handyman in a situation where she'll be alone with him?

She comes up with a plan and lures Marc into her apartment under a pretext. There, she puts her feminine charms on full display. But Marc is married and won't be seduced so easily. So Annabelle has to resort to her strongest weapon: she remembers which part of her body Marc likes the most - and, guessing his fantasies, she offers him to fulfill them all...

Will Annabelle succeed in seducing her father's best friend? Even though he is married? Treat yourself to this sizzling story for lovers of anal pleasures and find out!

This 7000+ word erotic short story will appeal to lovers of hot scenes focusing on the rear entrance that are about more than just the plain old in-out. In this steamy erotica story, tongue and fingers also find their way into the passionate play.... 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Zoe Freud
• Release date: May 12, 2022
• ISBN: 9783754656570

Book preview

REAR ENTRY - TAKEN BY MY DAD'S BEST FRIEND, THE HANDYMAN

IT'S ME, MARC! Open up!

I pushed the button that unlocked the front door and waited for Marc, my dad's best friend, to cover the four floors leading up to my apartment. His voice sounded annoyed even through the intercom’s distortion. And no wonder! As the head of a mid-sized handicraft business, he surely had better things to do than fix his best friend's daughter's washing machine. Especially considering that he rarely did any repairs himself anymore—he had his employees for that—but only took care of customer acquisition and running the company.

I opened my apartment door and already heard Marc coming up the stairwell. I quickly took one last glance in the mirror and pushed a stubborn strand of hair behind my ear. Then Marc's tall silhouette appeared in the doorway. In one hand he was carrying his toolbox, in the other he held his phone, on which his eyes were fixed while he was typing a message with only his thumb. This gave me time to eye him at length.

As always, he looked gorgeous: Short, thick, black hair, that was slightly gray at the temples—he was 42 years old, so that wasn’t unusual. It actually looked good on him, I thought. Under his blue overall, he wore a tight-fitting white V-neck T-shirt that beautifully showed off his broad-shouldered, muscular torso. His bicepses were so bulky that they looked as if they were about to burst through the short sleeves of his shirt. My dad had told me that Marc also competed in triathlons and was currently training to fulfill one of his big dreams: to compete in the Iron Man triathlon on Hawaii. Looking at his body, it was obvious that he was training a lot.

My gaze wandered further down to that part of his body that I was most interested in today: even his rather loose-fitting blue overall couldn't hide the fact that a very well-endowed man was standing before me. Right at the moment when my gaze rested on that distinct bulge in his crotch, Marc shifted his weight from one leg to the other and I could see his enormous cock moving along under the blue overall. I covered the sound of surprised delight that involuntarily crossed my lips with a cough. Fortunately, Marc didn't seem to have noticed anything at all: Without taking his eyes off his phone, he walked into my apartment.

Sorry, gotta take care of my customer here, he muttered, putting down his toolbox.

No problem, I replied cheerfully. Thanks for coming over so quickly.

Marc smiled sourly. I'm sure my dad had only managed to talk him into