Pussy Grab Menage Erotica E-Book

Krissy Cox

• Herausgeber: Krissy Cox
• Kategorie: Erotik
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2017

Beschreibung

Fresh off the heels of her Women's Studies class, Sydney Stevens overhears her dad's golfing buddies making light of Trump's disgusting comments about women. Unable to keep silent, she confronts the men about their misogynistic ways, and soon finds herself naked and taking their cocks in all her holes - all for the sake of female empowerment.

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**** WARNING**** 

This work of fiction contains adult sexual content, which may offend some audiences. This book is intended for mature adult (18+) audiences only. All characters in this story are eighteen years of age or older. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.

First edition. 2017 Copyright © Krissy Cox

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I wasn't supposed to hear them. They thought they were alone in the back yard, just the good ole boys. But, my Women's Studies class was cancelled due to my professor's endometriosis, so I got to my neighbor's house earlier than expected. I was surprised to hear voices when I walked into Bill Smith's palatial house. I was supposed to be house sitting for the weekend and expected an empty house. I was looking forward to the alone time too; I had a whole night of journaling planned and listening to Annie Di Franco, so I was disappointed when I saw Mr. Smith and another one of my dad's golfing buddies in the back patio. But what upset me more, was what I overheard them talking about.

I wasn't going to shy away and not say anything. In high school that would have been my reaction, but I've since found my voice and I was not going to be stifled. I could see them all standing by the bar in the backyard, drinking what looked like bourbon and smoking cigars -- the standing embodiments of female oppression. They weren't expecting me, but I was prepared for them.

"Are you men seriously defending Trump's 'pussy grab' comments?" I asked, outraged walking out the sliding doors.

"Oh, hey there Sydney. Don't mind Tom and I, we were just having locker room talk." Bill said.

"Just locker room talk... just. Is this a joke? It's really upsetting to hear my dad's friends talk so nonchalantly about sexual assault, Mr. Smith!" I admonished.

"Well, hold up there. Let's not get ahead of ourselves. No-one said anything about assaulting anybody. Have a seat and I'll make you a drink," Mr. Smith suggested, as he pulled out a patio chair for me.

I could feel Tom's eyes studying me, like an animal scoping out its prey before it attacks for the kill. He wasn't a bad looking guy for an old dude. I could tell he was staring at my tits -- typical. And though a part of me liked the attention, I'd never admit it to these chauvinist pigs. I felt like being a little naughty and stuck my boobs out so Tom could get a better view. There's no harm in a little tease.

"Here you go, Sydney. It's Skinny Girl Margarita. My wife loves this stuff." He said, setting a wine glass full of ice cubes and neon green liquid in front of me.

I tried not to explode at the obvious sexism, Mr. Smith just exhibited.