The Rich Whore: Taboo Incest Erotica E-Book

Robin Banks

• Herausgeber: Palimpsest Publishing
• Kategorie: Erotik
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2017

Beschreibung

Warning: Very taboo. Not for the faint of heart. May include BDSM, incest, and other taboo and forbidden elements. This is a vintage **full length** (100+ Pages), post-censorship erotic novel.

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"Still up, Kitty-Kat? Christ! It's after midnight." He crossed the room, sat on the edge of the bed, and brushed hair from my brow. He was so handsome . . . dark, like me, with thick curly hair, almost black eyes, and muscles all over the place. But that cock! It showed no matter what he wore, hung down inside his pants leg like a thick garden hose with a round nozzle. I couldn't understand why Mummy had run off with his business partner, taking her clothes, the car, the money from their joint savings account, leaving him only me. Poor sweet Daddy. I was determined to make me enough . . . even if I had to knock him over the head.

"Oh, Daddy! Daddy!" I threw my arms around his neck and buried my face in the niche at his shoulder. He smelled so good: Old Spice after-shave lotion and talcum powder. "Promise you'll never leave me," I whispered, cuddling against him, pretending to be his frightened little girl.
 

Leseprobe

The Rich Whore

Robin Banks

Copyright © 2017

Table of Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 1

"Still up, Kitty-Kat? Christ! It's after midnight." He crossed the room, sat on the edge of the bed, and brushed hair from my brow. He was so handsome . . . dark, like me, with thick curly hair, almost black eyes, and muscles all over the place. But that cock! It showed no matter what he wore, hung down inside his pants leg like a thick garden hose with a round nozzle. I couldn't understand why Mummy had run off with his business partner, taking her clothes, the car, the money from their joint savings account, leaving him only me. Poor sweet Daddy. I was determined to make me enough . . . even if I had to knock him over the head.

"Oh, Daddy! Daddy!" I threw my arms around his neck and buried my face in the niche at his shoulder. He smelled so good: Old Spice after-shave lotion and talcum powder. "Promise you'll never leave me," I whispered, cuddling against him, pretending to be his frightened little girl.

"Leave? Who in hell said anything about leaving? Christ! You think I'd run off like . . . you think I'd leave my only brat? Don't talk crazy, for crying out loud!"

He tried to untangle me. I held tight. He relented, held me close, gently smoothing my long black hair. I squeezed with all my might, mashing my titties into his chest as I scurried from under the covers, into his lap. He was such a dope! He'd been wanting to fuck me for the longest time, but was all tied up in knots about me being his little girl, his Kitty-Kat-Kathie.

Darn! I thought, why couldn't he be more like Mr. Simon, who, according to twelve-year-old Debbie down the street, got drunk every Friday night, sneaked in her room, and played with her hairless twat while she pretended to sleep. My cunt got sopping wet just thinking about it. I wiggled my ass on the long mighty shaft hardening inside the silk pajamas between him and my panties.