Anal MILFs Bundle 4 : 4-Pack : Books 13 - 16

By Tori Westwood

There's one thing the MILFs in these stories have never done before and there's a man in their lives that they definitely shouldn't do it with! Read how hungry MILFs take it in their first-time behinds from adult men half their age!
Contains books 13 - 16 of the 'Anal MILFs' series, featuring: 'Paint My Butt With Your Love,' 'My Lodger Is A Peeping Tom - I Want Him In My Butt,' 'Harboring His Length In My Butt,' and 'So Dirty I Have To Show Him How To Shower.'

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Oct 16, 2021
• ISBN: 9781458361370

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Anal MILFs Bundle 4 : 4-Pack : Books 13 - 16

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Copyright © 2021 by Tori Westwood

ISBN : 978-1-4583-6137-0

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

There's one thing the MILFs in these stories have never done before and there's a man in their lives that they definitely shouldn't do it with!  Read how hungry MILFs take it in their first-time behinds from adult men half their age!

Contains books 13 - 16 of the 'Anal MILFs' series, featuring: 'Paint My Butt With Your Love,' 'My Lodger Is A Peeping Tom - I Want Him In My Butt,' 'Harboring His Length In My Butt,' and 'So Dirty I Have To Show Him How To Shower.'

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Why in the ass? he said.

I shrugged.  "I’ve never done that before.  It seems … right."

With that I twisted the lock and it shut home.  David swallowed hard.

It—it’s just that I really don’t think it would be right, he said, fumbling for his pen in an effort to occupy himself.

I slowly unbuttoned my jacket and set it across the back of the chair, popping open a button of my blouse and looking him dead in the eye as I did so.

Ohhh, God, he wailed, pushing his chair out.

He rose and walked around the desk, making for the door.  I stood in the way.

I hope you’re giving this some serious consideration, I said.  I moved a hand to fix his tie and straightened it up over his Adam’s apple.

Amanda, he whispered softly, closing his eyes in the hope of resisting the temptation.

Let’s take you back over to your desk, I said, grasping his hand.

I led him back over to his big leather chair and put him in it.  David was complicit the whole time and I could tell from experience that this was clearly something he wanted, but didn’t want to admit.

You just stay there, I said, and I put my hands on his shoulders.  I'll take care of this.

He gripped tight on the arms of the chair and his knuckles turned white as I crouched in front of him.

Wh—what are you going to do? he asked, looking down into my eyes.

What do you think? I asked, pulling open the belt of his pants fiercely.

He let out a long, panicked breath and then stared down again, as though he was waiting to be revealed to me.

What have we got here? I swooned, realizing that he was stiff already.

I rubbed my flat palm over the bulge, feeling the stiffness below that was much bigger than I anticipated.

Is this all yours? I asked.  My plan was to give him a bit of confidence, but when you have a dick the size of his, you don’t really need it.

Uh-huh, he nodded, and he seemed immediately more relaxed, as though he realized he’d passed the first test.

I hope I don’t regret saying I’d put this in my ass, I laughed.

David gave a nervous laugh too, but it stopped abruptly when I popped open the button of his pants.

Now let’s see, I said, reaching in as though I was rummaging in my rucksack for a treat.

I touched it and smiled, turning my face to him as I wrapped my fingers around the thick barrel of his shaft.

There it is, I said, and when I raised it out over the waist of his pants I gasped audibly.  "It’s so big!"

Paint My Ass With Your Love : Anal MILFs 13

It’s taken me a long time, I told David.  He was stood on the other side of the desk, acting all important.

It’s not about the time, Amanda, he said.  It’s about what the piece represents.

We both looked over to a photo of it that I’d put up on the whiteboard.

It’s about beauty and the human condition, I said.

It’s an image of a—he lowered his voice—cum-blasted wall, he said shakily, unable to quite speak the words aloud.

It’s much more than that!

I can’t put it on display, Amanda, I'm sorry.

No-one will ever know.

Well then what’s the point?

I sighed, staring across the table at him.

For your friend? I tried.

He let out a deep breath too, rapping the desk with fingers as he thought on it.

I just can’t sacrifice the integrity of the gallery, he said eventually.  I was dumbfounded.

This is a place of expression—or it should be.  How can you stifle an artist’s voice like that?

Because it’s a dirty sex piece, he stressed.  I can’t have it on the wall.

Sex?  You wouldn’t know the first thing.

He gulped nervously.

I know you’re still a virgin, I said, but truthfully I couldn’t be sure.  It was an educated guess, and I quickly realized it was correct.

I—you—how?

You never talked about girls when we worked together, I said.  Or maybe you like boys.  That’s it, isn’t it?

No! he said, standing up in protest.

There’s nothing wrong with liking—

I don’t, he interjected.  I like women.  I just like them … older.

The last words were quiet and telling.

"Well, for an older woman like me, why don’t