Brat's Doberman: Extreme Taboo Erotica E-Book

Ahmad Khan

• Herausgeber: Vintage Pulp Publishing
• Kategorie: Erotik
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2017

Beschreibung

Warning: This is a VERY taboo, 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.

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Donald ignored her whimpering pleas and left the room, after draping the robe around his naked frame. He returned a few minutes later, leading the largest Doberman pinscher Lori had ever seen.
Lori's heart leaped. She gasped and struggled with her chains. They rattled with her quirky movements. "What, what are you . . .  going to do with him?"
Donald sneered, a lascivious smirk hiding his face. "It's what he is going to do to you."
His voice took on a maniacal tone, frightening Lori. He took off his robe and watched the rising fear fill her eyes, displacing the passion that had gripped her so intensely only a short few seconds ago.
She didn't know what he meant, but inwardly she knew it wouldn't be what she wanted. The chains were for his dirty perversions, whatever they were, and not for her thrills while fucking his cock.
"Take him out of here," she whined, contorting against her bonds with helpless jerks of her body. "He frightens me." She saw the dog's round, black eyes peer up at her and she quavered in panic.
"He won't frighten you for long," Donald said, bending over and stroking the giant dog's head. The dog was seated beside his naked master. "Zeus here, is going to make you a very happy young lady. He has talents for getting young girls off, don'tcha, boy?" He walked over to the round bed, the big dog heeling by his side.

Leseprobe

Brat's Doberman

Ahmad Khan

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

"Ohhh, shit," she mumbled, clicking off the radio and dashing across the room. She quickly closed the bedroom door and leaped back into bed. "Shit."

She-pulled the sheet up over her, covering her lush, teenaged body. Her face formed a frown, thinking it was going to be another night of hearing her "mother's drunken, screaming groans as her brute boyfriend fucked her to death in the next room.

"Shhhhh," Marge giggled, staggering into her bedroom with Russ. "Don't wake Lori. Shhhhh."

Russ grabbed her unsteady body, yanking her close and rubbing his boner into her belly. "C'mon, my hot little bitch," he said, snaking his tongue into her all too eager mouth, forcing it down her throat.

Marge sucked with greed on her boyfriend's tongue, rubbing into his deliciously hard frame. Unsteadily, she walked a few steps toward the large unmade bed, but her legs wouldn't work right. She clung to Russ's robust frame to help her.

"C'mon, fucker," she said, her words slurring as she pulled his hand.