Bestiality Rape: Extreme Taboo Erotica E-Book

Felix Devonshire

• Herausgeber: Vintage Pulp Publishing
• Kategorie: Erotik
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2017

Beschreibung

Warning: This is a vintage hard-boiled full length, post-censorship erotic novel. This is bad stuff. Both bad meaning bad and bad meaning *good*. The story is so crazy, we can't even hive a proper description. Check out the free sample if you can.

Excerpt: 

He was old enough to be the father of the girls. And behind him he led a big dog on a chain leash. Michelle sucked a quick breath. Her cunt had spasmed around her middle finger and she let it slide a little deeper.

"Wow... " She licked her lips. "A dog... "
 

Leseprobe

Bestiality Rape

Felix Devonshire

Copyright © 2017

Table of Contents

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER ONE

"Shit," Michelle breathed, letting out a lungful of smoke. She put the small, brass hash pipe to her lips and toked again. What a lazy day. Being on her back, getting stoned. She wanted to take off her panties but was too comfortable to move a single muscle. The skimpy, almost transparent things were all she had on. She let out her second lungful of smoke and put the pipe on the floor beside the chaise longue. Marty was almost to the patio. She squinted through the haze of blue smoke and sun at the tightness of his trunks. He had such a nice cock. But sometimes she wondered what it would be like if he had never been circumcised. Michelle waved at him.

"Hey... "

"You getting high already?" He untangled his sunglasses from his hair and folded them carefully on the table. "You haven't even fed the goldfish yet."

"Fuck the goldfish. I'm bored."

Martin laughed. He got a beer from the refrigerator and took two big swallows. Then he laughed again. He had a nice laugh. It kind of loped along, filling the spaces between them until somebody thought of something else to say. Michelle wondered if she wanted to be tied up. Finally she decided that she didn't.

"Marty...?"

"Yeah, I heard ya. You're bored." He laughed again, drank more of the beer. She could see how his nose was peeling. It looked good peeling. Martin had been born to tan.

"Aren't you bored too? Just a little?" She let a hand fall down between her thighs. She could feel the heat radiating from under the narrow band of nylon. She pressed three fingers against the band. She left them there until they became slightly damp and then pushed them under her nose. The subtle musk made her nostrils flare. Her pink nipples began to fill with blood. She watched one detachedly as it grew from the dark areola, poking up like a small finger. "Well, aren't you?"