Bent Over Beauties 30 Explicit Anal Sex and Double Penetration Erotica Stories

406 Pages·2020·5.62 MB·English

EXPLICIT ANAL SEX AND
DOUBLE PENETRATION EROTICA STORIES

ROXY RHODES, DAWN DEVORE, JONI BLAKE, DIANA DARE, JANIE MOORE,
NORA WALKER, ZOEY WINTERS, DARLENE DANIELS, JUNE STEVENS.
LISA MYERS, MARY ANN JAMES, AMBER CROSS, ANNA PRICE,
KATHI PETERS, AND SARA SCOTT
Bent Over Beauties:
30 Explicit Anal Sex and Double Penetration
Erotica Stories
by
Roxy Rhodes, Dawn Devore,
Joni Blake, Diana Dare, Janie
Moore, Nora Walker, Zoey
Winters, Darlene Daniels, June
Stevens, Lisa Myers, Mary Ann
James, Amber Cross, Anna Price,
Kathi Peters, and Sara Scott
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Table of Contents
Anal Erotica
1. Melissa’s Break Down: First Time Rough
Bondage Anal Sex by Roxy Rhodes
2. Love at the BDSM Club: A Bondage Anal Sex
Story by Dawn Devore
3. Jennifer's Library Encounter: First time anal
sex with a stranger by Joni Blake
4. Back Door Revenge:A First Anal Sex with a
Stranger Erotica Story by Diana Dare
5. Elizabeth's Computer Support: A MILF
Office Sex Story by Joni Blake
6. The Sex Assistant: Bondage and Submissive
Threesome Erotica by Janie Moore
7. Passion at the Pool Hall: Anal Sex in Public
Erotica by Janie Moore
8. Jilly’s First Rave: First Time Anal Sex in
Public by Roxy Rhodes
9. Becca's Revenge: First Time Anal Sex in
‘Public by Nora Walker
10. BustinMgy Back Door: A Wife's first Rough
Anal Sex Story by Zoey Winters
11. Lucy’s Classifieds: First Time Anal with a
Stranger by Joni Blake
12. Seven-Year Itch: My First Anal Sex
Experience By Darlene Daniels
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13. Wait! That’s the Wrong Hole! An Erotic
First Anal Short by June Stevens
14. Restraints in an Office Fling: Anal Sex and

Bondage Erotica by Lisa Myers |

15. Not So Rough: My First Anal Sex

Experience by Mary Ann James

16. Hard Knocking at My Back Door: A Very
Rough First Anal Sex Short by Mary Ann James
17. Bound and Bent Over in the Forest: A First
Anal Sex Erotica Story by Amber Cross

18. I’ve Never Done That Before! A First Anal

Sex Erotic Short by June Stevens

19. Bending Over For Punishment: A Rough

First Anal Sex Erotica Story by Anna Price
20. Bent Over on _ A Very ines —_ Sex
Double Penetration Erotica
21. Taken by Two at the Clinic: A MMF
Threesome Erotica Story by Kathi Peters
22. Anna’s Day in the Park: Bondage
Threesome with Double Penetration by Roxy

Rhodes
23. All Tied Up and Waiting for Dick: A Double

Penetration Short by Mary Ann James
24. Punished With Double Penetration: An
MFM Threesome Erotica Story by Sara Scott
25. The MILF Takes on Two: First Anal and
First Double Penetration by June Stevens

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26. Submissive Desire: My first time with
Bondage by Zoey Winters
27. The Double Penetration of Doris: A MFM
Threesome Short by Sara Scott
28. Shiloh Takes On the Strangers: A MMF
Threesome Sex Erotica Story by Kathi Peters
29. Afternoon Dee-Light: Coraline Between
Two Cocks by Sara Scott
30. Ashley Gets It From Both Ends: a double
penetration short by Kathi Peters
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1. Melissa’s Break
Down: First Time
Rough Bondage Anal
Sex by Roxy Rhodes
My car broke down in the middle of the fucking desert.
I was stranded. I found a diner, and that led to find-
ing Max, a mechanic with a tow truck. But things went
downhill from there. I'd left my wallet in Vegas, and my
car was in the shop. Max said he could fix it, but at what
price?
I kicked the tire again. “Shit.” Kicked it a
second time. “Damn.” Kicked it a third time
and slipped on the gravel shoulder, skidding
against the car.
“Fuck,”
This was not my day. I was already running
late, and now I was stuck out here in the mid-
dle of some God forsaken desert, halfway be-
tween Vegas and Palm Springs. My BMW had
stopped...just completely and utterly stopped
running. I couldn’t even turn the key to get it
started. Topping that there was no cell phone
reception. Nothing. No bars.
“Bastard.” I wanted to kick the car again, but
I'd already scuffed my Manolo Blahniks, and
even if they were just over a grand a pair, they
were my favorite shoes.
I brushed the hair out of my eyes and
squinted at the featureless landscape around
me. Somewhere along the way I must have
taken a wrong turn. This road didn’t look like
the Barstow Freeway. I should have hired a
limo, like I always did. At least I could be
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sleeping off this hangover, instead of standing
under the beating sun, sweating through my
shirt. Thank God I was wearing a skirt and
no stockings. But even so, I was becoming un-
comfortably hot.
There was a diner down the road, a dilap-
idated building, that I prayed wasn’t boarded
and closed. It was my only chance. God knows
who’d want to stop for food here, but maybe
they hada phone I could use.
So I started walking. It didn’t look all that
far away, but the longer I walked the further
it seemed. By the time I reached the rutted
and uneven dirt parking lot, I was dripping
sweat and dangerously close to overheating.
But there were signs of life, an open sign hang-
ing in the greasy front window, and a few cars
scattered around the lot.
Pushing open the door set off a bell over
my head that could have woken the dead.
The smell of grease and stale cigarette smoke
washed over me. It was almost enough to
drive me back outside. I stood blinking in the
darkness, waiting for my eyes to adjust. Some-
one asked if they could help me, and I turned
toward the female voice.
“Water...and a phone.”
“Well, have a seat. I can get you the water.
Phone’s out though. No cell reception neither.”
I could see well enough to stumble to the
counter. I sat on a stool, and grabbed the glass
of water the girl—she really was just a girl, no
more than a teenager—set on the counter. The
glass was chipped and filmed with something
I didn’t want to think about, but the water had
ice cubes, and the glass was beaded with con-
densation. I put the glass to my lips, and then
it was empty.
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“May I have another?” I pushed the glass
across the chipped Formica counter. The girl
nodded, took the glass and turned away. I
watched her, then took in the rest of the cus-
tomers. There was a handful, all men, all star-
ing at me.
“You need to order something, or else I can’t
give you no more free water.” The girl stood
opposite me, pad and pencil ready, chewing
gum while she waited.
“I really just need a phone. My car broke
down...”
The bell above the door clanged and I
jumped.
“Someone’s car’s up on the road.”
The voice was male, and I started to turn
around, ready to claim ownership. But the
waitress beat me to it.
“This here’s the owner. Said it broke down.”
He was behind me, and I started talking be-
fore I was completely turned around. “Do you
have a working phone? I need...”
The owner of the voice was tall, wearing a
sleeveless black t-shirt, arm muscles rippling.
Those tanned arms also sported myriad tat-
toos, dragons and daggers, and a mostly naked
pin-up girl. I swallowed hard, dragging my
eyes up from the broad chest and shoulders,
to the bluest eyes I’d ever seen, shadowed by a
thick shock of black hair. I swallowed again.
There was something compelling about
him, even if he was covered with what looked
like half the Mojave Desert, the nails on his
big hands ringed with grease. His boots were
scuffed and worn, his jeans dusty. But those
jeans fit him like a glove, looking like they
were painted onto his thighs.
“Might be able to help you, ma’am.”
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I pulled my gaze back to his face, and found
him smiling at me. That smile told me he
knew exactly what I was thinking, and that
he damn well expected me to be thinking that
way. He was a cocky bastard, and a dirty one
besides. I sniffed, wrinkling my nose.
“Unless you have a working phone, I’m not
sure you can.”
He crossed the space between us so quickly
I almost fell off my seat. For one insane mo-
ment I thought he was going to either hit me
or kiss me, I wasn’t sure which. I gasped, and
his grin grew bigger. But all he did was sit
down on the seat next to mine.
“I have a working phone. But I also own the
garage out back. And I have a tow truck.”
His leg brushed against mine as he shifted
to look at me. The brief touch against my bare
skin was electric and I shivered. I caught his
look out of the corner of my eye, and turned
away. He was the mechanic, not someone I’d
ever consider...anything else with.
“Fine then.” I reached into my purse and
pulled out the keys. “Here.” I held them out to
him. Our eyes met and that annoying shiver
was back. His hand looked dirty and I dropped
the keys into his palm, trying to avoid those
blue eyes. I didn’t like what looking into them
was doing to me.
“Fine then.”
I looked up with a gasp. His tone mocked
mine, but the way the corner of his mouth
curled caught my attention. He leaned for-
ward and for an insane second I thought he
was going to kiss me. And for another insane
second, that’s what I wanted. There was noth-
ing I could do except lean toward him.
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“I'd suggest the apple pie with ice cream. It’ll
take me a little time to get your car towed, and
figure out what’s wrong.”
His smile deepened as he rose from his seat,
strode to the door and set that god-awful bell
clanging again. I watched him through the
front windows as he walked around the build-
ing. I turned back to find the waitress stand-
ing on the other side of the counter, pencil and
pad in hand, grinning at me.
“Pie ala mode? You want coffee with that?”
I’d watched the big orange tow truck drive
across the rutted parking lot, my silver BMW
on the flat bed in the back. I finished the last
bite of pie and reached into my purse for my
wallet. But all I felt was my useless cell phone,
and a package of gum.
Frowning I looked inside. I’d grabbed my
smallest purse for the trip, and I knew
damned well I’d had my wallet when I left the
hotel in Vegas. I’d bought the gum there...
“Oh, shit.”
Clear as day I could see my wallet, lying on
the counter at the gift shop in the lobby of the
hotel. Stuffed full of cash from the tables, all
my credit cards, and pretty much my whole
life. Left behind in Vegas. This day was going
from bad to hell pretty quickly.
The waitress appeared with a refill for
my coffee, but I waved her away. “The me-
chanic...”
“Max.” She set the pot on the counter, flip-
ping through her pad. “Max Walker.”
“Yes. Okay. Max Walker. Anyway...”
“Here’s your check.” She slid it across the
counter toward me.
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