Canine Loving Neighbor: Taboo Erotica E-Book

Eldon Davison

• 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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Mitzi's dog Sport was waiting for her when she got home. The big German shepherd stood at the door, wagging his tail impatiently.
"Hey, Sport, darling! Where have you been all day? Have you been cheating on Mitzi? You naughty big devil, you!" Mitzi sipped a Scotch and soda as she watched the animal attack some meat scraps she set out in his dish. Watching Sport eat reminded Mitzi of his other ravenous appetite. She felt a hot little surge in her pussy.
Why not? she thought recklessly. She'd started off the day with a bang. Why not keep up the pace by giving, the dog his turn? Sport was always willing and eager.

Leseprobe

Canine Loving Neighbor

Eldon Davison

Copyright © 2017

Table of Contents

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER TEN

CHAPTER ELEVEN

CHAPTER ONE

The woman who stood before him was a wild-looking, dark-haired beauty. The first thing Tim noticed about her was her tits. They were big... and they were practically falling right out of her filmy black negligee. She held the thin garment carelessly together beneath her tits and smiled calmly at the dumbstruck man.

"Good morning." She tossed her luxuriant long hair back over her shoulders, but her eyes never left the man's. "I'm sorry to keep you waiting. I'm a sleepy-head today."

Tim was skeptical of her story about just getting up. He didn't believe any woman could look this good first thing in the morning. But then he didn't have much to judge from.., just his wife Ellen, and she looked like Dracula's sister on the other side of the breakfast table. Tim didn't pay much attention to her in the mornings ... just read his paper and ate his toast and eggs.

It was only after several long moments of staring at those lush round tits-the nipples were poking pertly against the gauzy material-that Tim realized the woman was waiting for him to speak. "Oh, that's okay, ma'am... Mrs... ah..." He looked nervously down at the receipt in his hand. "Mrs. Wayne. I didn't mind waiting." He held out the cellophane-covered clothes without taking his eyes off her chest. "That'll be six-ninety, please, ma'am."