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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He grinned at her in the mirror.She turned, smiling. "I told her to wait downstairs," he said, slipping his bathrobe off. "We'll have to be quite," Amanda said. James shrugged. His prick was still sticking out of his shorts, harder than ever for having been flashed at the babysitter. "I suppose she knows that we fuck," he said, grinning. "Otherwise, we wouldn't need a baby-sitter, would we?""But we aren't going to fuck, darling," she said.Her eyes moved to his prick. The fat slab gave a swollen lurch."I hope she didn't notice that," Amanda said.James did not reply. He couldn't very well tell his wife how absolutely the girl had noticed it when he opened his robe and put it on display -- nor what pleasure she seemed to take in the sight.He stepped closer."Like this? Or on the bed?" Amanda asked.She liked to blow him. She liked to suck on his big rock-hard peckerhead and pull the jism from him and she liked to swallow the lovely stuff. Usually he lay down on the bed and she hovered over him, her head bobbing up and down steadily. But sometimes he would stand up and she would kneel in front of him, like a slave or a cheap whore in a doorway. She had never sucked his cock at her vanity table, however, and the idea appealed to her.
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He grinned at her in the mirror.She turned, smiling. "I told her to wait downstairs," he said, slipping his bathrobe off. "We'll have to be quite," Amanda said. James shrugged. His prick was still sticking out of his shorts, harder than ever for having been flashed at the babysitter. "I suppose she knows that we fuck," he said, grinning. "Otherwise, we wouldn't need a baby-sitter, would we?""But we aren't going to fuck, darling," she said.Her eyes moved to his prick. The fat slab gave a swollen lurch."I hope she didn't notice that," Amanda said.James did not reply. He couldn't very well tell his wife how absolutely the girl had noticed it when he opened his robe and put it on display -- nor what pleasure she seemed to take in the sight.He stepped closer."Like this? Or on the bed?" Amanda asked.She liked to blow him. She liked to suck on his big rock-hard peckerhead and pull the jism from him and she liked to swallow the lovely stuff. Usually he lay down on the bed and she hovered over him, her head bobbing up and down steadily. But sometimes he would stand up and she would kneel in front of him, like a slave or a cheap whore in a doorway. She had never sucked his cock at her vanity table, however, and the idea appealed to her.