| Author: | Deirdre Bonneval | ISBN: | 1230000025346 |
| Publisher: | Deirdre Bonneval | Publication: | October 9, 2012 |
| Imprint: | Language: | English |
| Author: | Deirdre Bonneval |
| ISBN: | 1230000025346 |
| Publisher: | Deirdre Bonneval |
| Publication: | October 9, 2012 |
| Imprint: | |
| Language: | English |
Three women, three stories. Whether to battle crippling anxiety, purge emotional demons or fight for a political cause, these women need to pleasure and be pleasured... and one man alone just won't do it!
Be warned: this erotic bundle is meant for adults only. The stories contain explicit depictions of group sex where one woman takes on multiple men, in oral, anal and vaginal sex. Sticky fluids abound.
This 19,500-word bundle includes the following stories:
Gangbang Therapy: Timid, self-conscious Joanna has been burdened by hypochondria for years, which her therapist believes is her way of avoiding sex and intimacy. He prescribes a unique but extreme form of exposure therapy... Can Joanna overcome her anxiety and handle what the doctor's got in store? Warning: for adults only! Contains an anxious, nervous woman taking on three well-meaning, well-endowed male doctors.
Humiliating the Homewrecker: After dumping her husband's sorry ass for cheating on her with a college girl, Pauline sets out to get revenge on the little homewrecking slut by guilt-tripping her into a gangbang. But Pauline soon finds herself aroused when watching the action. Will she stick to the original plan or succumb to her own desires? Warning: for adults only! Contains graphic content (m/f oral and anal group sex).
Gangbanged for the Cause: When Chloe first volunteered to help harass Japanese whalers near Antarctica, she never imagined she'd end up sneaking onto their boat on a sabotage mission. Or that she'd get caught! Chloe always said she'd do anything to save the whales... but how far would she be willing to go? Warning: for adults only! Contains a massive orgy at sea with oral and anal sex.
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Excerpt from "Gangbanged for the Cause":
The captain eyed her for a brief moment, then sighed and went back to his seat. He slumped down onto it and Chloe suddenly noticed just how tired he was. He seemed to her to be in his forties, someone who must have been sailing for a long time. And yet now, she could detect a hint of defeat on his face.
"I am tired of you," he said.
"Then go home. Stop this."
Again he looked at her, his eyes trailing down her tight curves, the wetsuit accentuating them beautifully. "We have been sailing for months," he said, after a long pause. "You are the only woman we have seen."
Chloe didn't respond. She looked at him, wondering what he was getting at. The captain, somewhat hesitantly, continued: "You convince my men to go home. Then we go."
"How am I supposed to do that?"
"Show them what is waiting for them at home." He gestured at her and Chloe followed his hand with her eyes as it pointed at her chest, then downwards and up again.
"You want me to strip for them?!" she raged. "Are you fucking kidding me?"
"It's the only way."
Chloe swallowed hard. Her mind raced to try and process this unexpected development. She almost wanted to believe that he was joking, that he was being intentionally rude, trying to wind her up or toy with her. Yet from the weary look on his face she knew he wasn't. No, he was desperate. He wanted to go home. She suddenly realized she and her friends had won the battle; the captain wanted out. Was it really just a matter of convincing the other sailors, then?
Chloe turned to her two escorts, who were standing at her side and watching the conversation intently. Was she really going to do this? It would mean the success of her mission... She reached to the back of her wetsuit and began to unzip it.
"No, no!" the captain interrupted. "Below, with everyone." He got up again and walked out of the bridge, motioning for Chloe and the others to follow. They walked downstairs and through several hallways until they arrived at a large room. Chloe looked around. Dirty plates sat on the tables and bits and pieces of leftover food were littered around - this was the mess hall. The captain spoke a few words to the two men and they quickly got to work cleaning up.
"You wait here," he said to Chloe and disappeared into the ship. She watched the two men work, as they collected the leftovers and scrubbed the tables and floor clean. Her body trembled slightly; the uncertainty of what was about to happen made her nervous. At the same time, though, she felt her victory could be at hand. Chloe had always been a good judge of character, and despite their very short exchange, the captain seemed to her trustworthy, and she didn't doubt his sincerity. His request was unusual, yes, but understandable given the circumstances these sailors lived in. She just had to convince them that life at sea wasn't worth it: no women, no intimacy, no sex.
Within several minutes the mess hall had been cleaned, if not to perfection then at least sufficiently so so that Chloe didn't feel completely disgusted at having to strip down in it. Behind her she heard voices nearing, and she walked to the center of the room, clearing the entrance. She watched as the captain stepped in with a long line of sailors behind him, their eyes looking at her up and down, surveying her like a prize. They were a mixed group, the majority younger men, twenty or thirty years. The captain, in fact, seemed to her the oldest. More and more poured into the hall until Chloe was surrounded completely. There had to have been at least thirty, she thought.
"Remind them what is waiting for them at home..." the captain said, looking straight into her eyes. "Remind them what they cannot have when they are at sea." He turned and disappeared into the crowd, leaving Chloe alone, surrounded by several dozen men. Someone pushed through the crowd and Chloe turned to him. He was holding a thin mattress. He looked at her briefly, then tossed it onto the floor before her. Chloe felt her heart begin to pound faster. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath and unzipped her wetsuit.
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Three women, three stories. Whether to battle crippling anxiety, purge emotional demons or fight for a political cause, these women need to pleasure and be pleasured... and one man alone just won't do it!
Be warned: this erotic bundle is meant for adults only. The stories contain explicit depictions of group sex where one woman takes on multiple men, in oral, anal and vaginal sex. Sticky fluids abound.
This 19,500-word bundle includes the following stories:
Gangbang Therapy: Timid, self-conscious Joanna has been burdened by hypochondria for years, which her therapist believes is her way of avoiding sex and intimacy. He prescribes a unique but extreme form of exposure therapy... Can Joanna overcome her anxiety and handle what the doctor's got in store? Warning: for adults only! Contains an anxious, nervous woman taking on three well-meaning, well-endowed male doctors.
Humiliating the Homewrecker: After dumping her husband's sorry ass for cheating on her with a college girl, Pauline sets out to get revenge on the little homewrecking slut by guilt-tripping her into a gangbang. But Pauline soon finds herself aroused when watching the action. Will she stick to the original plan or succumb to her own desires? Warning: for adults only! Contains graphic content (m/f oral and anal group sex).
Gangbanged for the Cause: When Chloe first volunteered to help harass Japanese whalers near Antarctica, she never imagined she'd end up sneaking onto their boat on a sabotage mission. Or that she'd get caught! Chloe always said she'd do anything to save the whales... but how far would she be willing to go? Warning: for adults only! Contains a massive orgy at sea with oral and anal sex.
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Excerpt from "Gangbanged for the Cause":
The captain eyed her for a brief moment, then sighed and went back to his seat. He slumped down onto it and Chloe suddenly noticed just how tired he was. He seemed to her to be in his forties, someone who must have been sailing for a long time. And yet now, she could detect a hint of defeat on his face.
"I am tired of you," he said.
"Then go home. Stop this."
Again he looked at her, his eyes trailing down her tight curves, the wetsuit accentuating them beautifully. "We have been sailing for months," he said, after a long pause. "You are the only woman we have seen."
Chloe didn't respond. She looked at him, wondering what he was getting at. The captain, somewhat hesitantly, continued: "You convince my men to go home. Then we go."
"How am I supposed to do that?"
"Show them what is waiting for them at home." He gestured at her and Chloe followed his hand with her eyes as it pointed at her chest, then downwards and up again.
"You want me to strip for them?!" she raged. "Are you fucking kidding me?"
"It's the only way."
Chloe swallowed hard. Her mind raced to try and process this unexpected development. She almost wanted to believe that he was joking, that he was being intentionally rude, trying to wind her up or toy with her. Yet from the weary look on his face she knew he wasn't. No, he was desperate. He wanted to go home. She suddenly realized she and her friends had won the battle; the captain wanted out. Was it really just a matter of convincing the other sailors, then?
Chloe turned to her two escorts, who were standing at her side and watching the conversation intently. Was she really going to do this? It would mean the success of her mission... She reached to the back of her wetsuit and began to unzip it.
"No, no!" the captain interrupted. "Below, with everyone." He got up again and walked out of the bridge, motioning for Chloe and the others to follow. They walked downstairs and through several hallways until they arrived at a large room. Chloe looked around. Dirty plates sat on the tables and bits and pieces of leftover food were littered around - this was the mess hall. The captain spoke a few words to the two men and they quickly got to work cleaning up.
"You wait here," he said to Chloe and disappeared into the ship. She watched the two men work, as they collected the leftovers and scrubbed the tables and floor clean. Her body trembled slightly; the uncertainty of what was about to happen made her nervous. At the same time, though, she felt her victory could be at hand. Chloe had always been a good judge of character, and despite their very short exchange, the captain seemed to her trustworthy, and she didn't doubt his sincerity. His request was unusual, yes, but understandable given the circumstances these sailors lived in. She just had to convince them that life at sea wasn't worth it: no women, no intimacy, no sex.
Within several minutes the mess hall had been cleaned, if not to perfection then at least sufficiently so so that Chloe didn't feel completely disgusted at having to strip down in it. Behind her she heard voices nearing, and she walked to the center of the room, clearing the entrance. She watched as the captain stepped in with a long line of sailors behind him, their eyes looking at her up and down, surveying her like a prize. They were a mixed group, the majority younger men, twenty or thirty years. The captain, in fact, seemed to her the oldest. More and more poured into the hall until Chloe was surrounded completely. There had to have been at least thirty, she thought.
"Remind them what is waiting for them at home..." the captain said, looking straight into her eyes. "Remind them what they cannot have when they are at sea." He turned and disappeared into the crowd, leaving Chloe alone, surrounded by several dozen men. Someone pushed through the crowd and Chloe turned to him. He was holding a thin mattress. He looked at her briefly, then tossed it onto the floor before her. Chloe felt her heart begin to pound faster. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath and unzipped her wetsuit.
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