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The Brat Bundle : 5 XXX Stories (Age Difference Age Gap Rough Sex Spanking Erotica) ebook

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Opis ebooka The Brat Bundle : 5 XXX Stories (Age Difference Age Gap Rough Sex Spanking Erotica) - Tori Westwood

Five stories bundled together in one filthy money-saving collection of young brat women and older mature men, featuring dominant, dirty dominant men and their naughty adventurous women, getting punished just as they deserve.Featuring spanking, watersports, internal orgasms and filthy anal fun, you're sure to find something to lose yourself in.Stories include, Sex in the Shower, My Rough Stablemaster, A Walk with my Guide, Rough Backdoor and My Rough Mechanic.

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The Brat Bundle

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Copyright © 2016 by Tori Westwood

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+.

Adult Reading Material

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About This Book:

Five stories bundled together in one filthy money-saving collection of young brat women and older mature men, featuring dominant, dirty dominant men and their naughty adventurous women, getting punished just as they deserve.

Featuring spanking, watersports, internal orgasms and filthy anal fun, you're sure to find something to lose yourself in.

Stories include, Sex in the Shower, My Rough Stablemaster, A Walk with my Guide, Rough Backdoor and My Rough Mechanic.

Table of Contents

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Sex in the Shower

My Rough Stablemaster

Rough Backdoor

A Walk with My Guide

My Rough Mechanic

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Sex in the Shower

I'd only been home from College for just over a day and I'd already gotten myself in the worse kind of trouble you could ever imagine.  What I'm about to tell you is for your eyes only.

It kind of started back at College when I'd taken up a new fitness regime.  I would jog every morning for an hour before class and things were going great.  Somehow I'd managed to stick to the plan and keep the weight at bay, my slight belly turning trim and toned over the course of a few months until I was almost a different person.  I just felt healthier all over, you know?

When I'd returned home that Summer my Mom had taken in an older lodger to help pay the bills. Mom couldn't believe how much weight I'd lost and it seemed Blake was paying quite close attention as she swooned over my curves.

I liked him immediately—maybe more so than I'd like to admit.  I was nineteen and was just starting to get in to older, more mature guys.  Something about them felt made me feel safe and reassured, like I was in good hands.  Most of them knew their way around a girl's body by now. 

The first time I laid eyes on Blake I knew I wanted him.  Mom assured me nothing was going on between the two of them and I believed her.  It was a good job too, because I had every intention of having my way with Blake—or letting Blake have his way with me.  I stared at him with knowing eyes in that first instance and I think we both kind of knew something was going to happen.

My first night back seemed normal enough.  My Mom fawned over me a little, we went out for dinner and everything was generally just ... nice.

So anyway, the next morning I wake up and continue the routine I was telling you about.  Mom leaves for the hospital real early, so it's only me and Blake in the house and I wake up around seven and head out for my jog.

But here's where things start to get complicated.

When I returned, Blake's standing there, his forehead dappled with sweat, his under-armor tight to his frame and chest beating powerfully.

"I didn't know you went jogging too?" I asked, taking a glass of water.

"I've been doing it years.  Gotta stay active!"

"Yeah," I said, lighting up, "it makes me feel incredible.  I'm so much happier and healthier since I've started.  Hey you should get Mom to do it?"

He laughed aloud.  "I can't get your Mom to do anything."

"I guess she's on her feet all day anyway?"

"Exactly."  He moved close to the sink and took a glass of water, leaning on the counter next to me.  I could feel the heat radiating out from him.

"Hey you mind if I jump in the shower first?" he asked, all nonchalant, and I guess you can see where this is going!

"But, Blake," I said, "I have breakfast with my friends in thirty minutes."

"Well I have work, Eve."

"I can't be late," I pleaded.  "I need to be there on time or they'll be pissed."

"More pissed than my boss?"

"Come on,  can't you just be real quick or something?"

"Eve, you've only been home a day and you're already making demands," he said, mock offended.  I learned pretty soon he liked to joke like that.

I giggled, unable to resist his charms.  I was like putty in his hands.

"Well, how do we resolve this thing?" I asked, circling a finger around the rim of my glass and looking up at him from under my brow.

I think he got the message and I noticed his whole demeanor change in an instant.

"Well ... " he began, "I think I have an idea."

"Oooh, what is it.  I like ideas."

"We could both hop in together?"  He said the words quickly as though any further dalliance would cut through his steeled nerves.

"Blake!" I gushed, pretending it was one big scandal.  "What will the neighbors say?"

"The neighbors will never know," he said now, coming dangerously close to me.

I don't know when it all changed but for some reason this all felt completely normal.  It was as though he was just some older, experienced, smoking-hot, guy that was hitting on me and I was eating it all up like an attention starved slut, desperate for sex.

But there was this undercurrent of something that nagged at me.  I quashed it before it prevailed, but something deep down told me this was very, very wrong and very, very naughty.

We stared each other down, each of us waiting for the other to blink and lose the game.  Were we pretending right now or was he deadly serious?  Pretty soon I had my answer.

His head came forward towards me and he slowed his breathing for a moment, his eyes flitting from my lips to my eyes as his pupils grew wide.

I'd seen this so many times before, but seeing it in Blake now made me ache with frustration.  Fuck,  I wanted him.  It seemed that he wanted me too.

The thought of pulling away flashed briefly in my mind—and I mean briefly.  It was less than a second before I decided to lunge my face forward and wrap my lips around his and soon we were kissing passionately, pushing back newspapers and coffee mugs as he moved me onto the counter, his hands beginning to wander over my young body.

The whole time I had to remind myself that this was really happening—That was really Blake's tongue wrestling with my own in my mouth—They were really Blake's hands running down my back and holding me close to him.  And that was really Blake's hard cock, pressing against my leg.

He broke away from me, his face flush with lust.  "God, is this right?"

I was breathing heavy, my breasts rising and falling beneath my sports top.  "Yes it's right!  I want you, Blake.  I want to feel you inside me."

I leant in to him again and we kissed, cementing the act.  It was going to happen now and we both knew it.

Blake hooked his powerful arms beneath my ass and picked me off the counter as he kissed me.  Instinctively my legs wrapped around his torso and my pussy pushed against his stiff cock, protected by only a few layers of cloth.  So close and yet so far!

He walked with me through the house and to the base of the stairs, kissing me the whole way and keeping one eye over my shoulder.  As he jogged upwards I began to bob on him helplessly, causing my pussy to cruise along the fast-growing protrusion in his pants.

By the time we reached the top of the stairs I was more than ready for him and he carried me in to the bathroom with ease, placing me down on the cool, white tiles and turning on the bright light above us.

"It's just two people," he said calmly, "sharing a shower."  But he didn't stay calm for long.  A devilish smirk cracked through his face, causing me to beam with delight and move in to kiss him again.

Despite a gap of almost twenty years, Blake and I were as smitten as teenagers in that moment.  We had both agreed this was wrong, but were both prepared to do it anyway.  I couldn't wait to have him inside me and feel what it was like to get fucked by an older guy.

He wasted no time in pulling his t-shirt up over his head, showing off his powerful biceps as he tugged it from his hulking frame, his pecs firm and delicious looking with just the right smattering of hair.

I did nothing while he undressed, instead taking a moment to enjoy him.  It was a rare sight that I ever got to watch someone his age take their clothes off and I was determined to capture a vivid mental image.  Hopefully I could recall it later at college in my private time ...

By now he was down to his underwear and he stopped to take a look at me.

"Aren't you coming in?" he asked, slightly worried.

"I'm just watching you," I smiled.  "And besides, you can give me a hand with my clothes."

I think that was something else college had done for me.  Suddenly I was a confident young woman and not the shy girl I was before.  It must have been a real turn on to have a young woman coming on to him like this.  Fuck, I knew it was a turn on for me.

"OK, well, watch away," he joked, forcing his fingers down the waist of his Calvins.

I bit my lip as he toyed with me, curling all the way around the front of his waist with a finger whilst I marveled at the shadow his bulge created.  He looked a great