Canine Hunger: Taboo Erotica E-Book

Nolan Stuart

• 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 give a proper description. Check out the free sample if you can.

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"Yeah," Clare continued, "that dog had the reddest, wildest-looking prick, didn't he?"
"I guess so."
"Oh," Clare giggled knowingly, "I'll bet you were hot to do what Phil's girl was doing to him."
"I was NOT!" But her overreaction to Clare's insinuation made Erica feel foolish. She lowered her eyes when her friend's gaze burned into her.
When she looked up again, Clare was staring at the ceiling, her expression one of dazed enjoyment. She was holding her outer lips apart with the fingers of one hand while she gently inserted the head of the artificial cock into the slippery opening. There was a slurpy, sucking sound, and Erica saw the barbed tip disappear. A shudder went through her.

Leseprobe

Canine Hunger

Nolan Stuart

Copyright © 2017

Table of Contents

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER ONE

Through the trees, Erica could see her friend's nightgown wafting in the wind. Her long, white legs flashed and her tits bounced as she darted behind another tree and frowned back towards Erica, who hunkered behind a bush.

"You sure they won't know we're out here?"

"Phil keeps the dog inside. At least at night." Clare frowned again and waved Erica closer.

Erica came up beside her and peered wide-eyed through the leaves at the single square of light that was the groundkeeper's bedroom window. She was already in a state of intense sexual arousal from having talked for hours about boys and cocks, and what it must be like to get fucked. Erica could feel the dampness of her pantycrotch and the tingling glow around her tits. If her mother ever suspected that Clare was such a devilish and wild girl, she would never have let Erica spend the night at Clare's. But Erica hadn't told about Clare's trouble at school - how she'd almost been suspended for carrying a half-pint of vodka in her purse, or how she smoked cigarettes between classes when she could get away with it.