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Anal Virgins Volume 3 - 3 Short Story Book Bundle (Nicola Diaz)

Anal Virgins Volume 3 - 3 Short Story Book Bundle by Nicola Diaz


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3 busty young females submit their virgin backdoor to the older and dominant men.

Read and experiences the adventures of the submissive stunning females as they submit every inch of their breathtaking bodies, relinquishing control of their most intimate part……..their untouched rears!

The three story erotica bundle includes the below -

Offering Her Virgin Fifth Base

Ravishing Her Virgin Fifth Base

Plumbing the Housewife’s Fifth Base

This short story compilation contains explicit sexuality and adult situations of erotic activity.including three submissive younger women surrender the most intimate part of their body to older men for an unforgettable night of first time deep penetration anal sex and should be purchased and read by adults only. The content may be considered objectionable, so please read at your own discretion.

Product type: EBook    Published by: author - self-published    Published: 10 / 2017

No. words: 9000

Style: Erotic Anthologies, Erotic Short Stories

Available Formats: MobiPocket (MOBI)  EPUB  PDF  This book has a format which can be downloaded to Kindle


Melody finished the workout, sweat poured over her body as she pushed herself to exceed the goals on the equipment. Exercise was an addiction, and she flourished doing it. She had to work the evening shift at the department store helping set up displays. As a marketing specialist, she chose a job where she worked with her hands while using her degree. She worked out in the mornings and her job was in the afternoons before the store closed. She observed customers and used those observations to craft the displays once the store closed. Midnight hour was her time off, and she had a long evening ahead of her.

After a shower, she dressed in a pair of tight trousers and a v-neck top that stretched over her ample curves. Maintaining her curvy body took a lot of work, dieting, and exercising. If she let up on the exercising, she tended to put on weight in unwanted places. The past year she devised a workout plan and had her body shape just as she wanted it, nice and curvy but not fat. She loved showing it off as she garnered a lot of attention from the opposite sex. It made her feel good knowing she was eye candy for the men she was around all evening.

“Evening, Harvey, Stan,” Melody said as she strode in through the front doors of the department store. The men, who were on ladders and changing the window displays, smiled and nodded and then looked at each other, both whistling and watching her butt as she continued to the back of the store where she would pow wow with the sales manager about her tasks for the night.

The job went well, Melody worked on changing the displays closest to the front of the store since the window displays had a new makeover. Customers always delighted in the displays because Melody’s philosophy was to keep things fresh and changed. Midnight skirted around and she rubbed her hands together feeling a sense of accomplishment at the job well done. Smiling, she bid her co-workers a good night and grabbed her bag and headed for her car.

Once back at her flat, Melody stood on her porch and dug in the bag for her door key. She kept her car key separate from the door key because she often allowed co-workers to borrow her car during work and didn’t want to worry about her flat key. But the key wasn’t in her bag and she remembered with a sunken heart, she’d laid it on the writing table just inside the door when she came in from her workout earlier in the day. Frowning, she searched the area trying to find a way to pick the lock, but found nothing.

The phone to the locksmith rang and rang and no answer. Of course, it was after midnight. The other locksmiths were on the other side of the city, too far to do her any good right now.

Melody sat on the chair on her porch and tried to think of how to enter her home. The option to sleep in her vehicle until morning was there and then call the local locksmith during business hours. Or she could go back to the city and get a hotel room and call the locksmith in the morning. But she could swear she had put a key somewhere outside. She searched all over the porch, under the potted plants, around the door frames and under various rocks in the yard. Then she remembered. She had an old rocker on her porch that had a carved area under the leg where she’d hid the key. The rocker was brought in and placed in her bedroom and replaced by another couple of stationary chairs and a small table so she could sit on the porch with visitors. The spare key was in her bedroom, not doing her lot of good now.

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