No Cure For Being Taken: Taboo NC Erotica E-Book

Lazarus Orlando

• Herausgeber: Taboo Pulp Press
• Kategorie: Erotik
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2017

Beschreibung

Warning: This is a vintage hard-boiled full length (100+ Pages), 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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A story in the paper caught Debbie's eye. A young nurse had been raped on her way home from work, right in Debbie's area. The article went on to say that it was the second assault in the neighborhood in a week.
After reading the story all the way through for a second time, Debbie started wondering about what it would be like to be raped. The rapist in the article had threatened his victim with a knife, and now Debbie shivered as she imagined the feeling of cold steel against her neck.
She lit another cigarette and left her chair, pacing and puffing in an attempt to settle her nerves. She didn't like to be ruffled, and prided herself on her cool approach to things.
However, her mind kept going back to the rape story in the paper. When she finished her cigarette, Debbie returned to her chair and re-read the article. When she finished, a thought was nagging at the back of her mind.
"Of course," Debbie said to herself after a moment of mental dredging. "I'll bet it was Sheila who got raped."
The newspaper story had withheld the rape victim's name, but had reported that the attack had occurred on Maple Street, a couple of blocks away. Debbie's friend, Sheila Ryan, lived on Maple. And Sheila was a nurse who worked the nightshift at the local hospital.

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No Cure For Being Taken

Lazarus Orlando

Copyright © 2017

Table of Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 1

"Wrap your legs around me, doll," the delivery man rasped. "Then I'll really take you for a ride."

"Ooooh, tiger, whatever you say," Debbie moaned some more.

She scissored the delivery man's wide, hairy torso with her long legs, and squeezed.

"Hang on," the delivery man said. "Ol' Earl's gonna throw the fuck of your life in you."

So that was his name, Debbie thought--Earl. She was pleased because she could not recall ever getting it on before with a guy named Earl. A small thing, for sure, but every bit of difference was important to Debbie. Variety was truly the spice of life as far as she was concerned. Especially when it came to sex. That's why she fucked as many guys as she could.

Earl Number-One drove his huge cock to the depths of Debbie's cunt, forcing a squeal of joy from her. His prick was buried in her pussy now, and their crotches were flush, grinding together.

Then Earl grabbed the cheeks of Debbie's ass, drawing up the pliant globes of flesh in his strong fingers and squeezing them into hard lumps. His dick jackhammered Debbie's twat, rattling her spine.

"Fucking you hard enough, doll?" Earl asked.

"It's never hard enough for me," Debbie gasped in reply. "But you just keep trying, stud." Then she screamed. "Fuck me harder, harder! Can't get enough of your cock in my cunt!"