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WRANGLED BY THE COWBOYS (My Money Wont Help Me Now!): A Tale of Rough Double Penetration Jane Kemp

WRANGLED BY THE COWBOYS (My Money Wont Help Me Now!): A Tale of Rough Double Penetration

Jane Kemp

Published October 21st 2014
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Kindle Edition
9 pages
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I was rich. I was really, really rich. I was also in the throes of some kind of desperate rebellion, trying to throw off the shackles of my family’s heritage in a crazy and ultimately stupid way. I turned eighteen and went to one of those legalMoreI was rich. I was really, really rich. I was also in the throes of some kind of desperate rebellion, trying to throw off the shackles of my family’s heritage in a crazy and ultimately stupid way. I turned eighteen and went to one of those legal brothels. I didn’t head there to become a customer. No way. I went there to perform the ultimate betrayal of my blue blood roots. I went there to be a whore. It was on my very first night that I got an offer to take on two men at once. They were cowboys. Dear God, were they cowboys! Those men and their double team intensity was more than I ever imagined. Let me tell you, this little filly couldn’t believe it when I was bent over and had my first anal sex. That wasn’t it. There was also double penetration, very rough double penetration!Warning: This ebook contains very explicit descriptions of sexual activity during a double team sex encounter. It includes rough sex, first anal sex, rough deepthroat, call girl sex, double penetration, ass to mouth, reluctant semen swallowing, younger woman/older man (well, “men”) and more. It is intended for mature adults who won’t be offended by graphic depictions of sex acts between consenting adults.Here is a preview:They were everything I had ever been warned to stay away from growing up, and that made them all the more appealing to me. There was something so ruggedly masculine in their sun-worn features and well-worked hands, and even through their jeans, I could see that their cocks were large and hard. I smiled and licked my lips as they came to a halt in front of me. Truthfully, I had no idea how to proceed. It was my first night in the whorehouse, and aside from being told standard things (how to greet and speak to clients, what to look out for and report to a superior, terms of payment) I was on my own.“Hi there,” I said coyly. If there was one thing I was good at, it was flirting. “I hope you boys are enjoying yourselves.”“Yes, ma’am,” one said. He was slightly taller and had a string of tattoos cascading up his left arm. “We’re hopin’ you’ll enjoy with us.”“Of course,” I replied with a sultry smile. I motioned toward the hallway down which my particular room was located. “Shall we?”They allowed me to guide them, and as soon as we were inside, things got intense at once. Immediately after I closed the door behind us, the tattooed cowboy grabbed me around the waist and lifted me up. He carried me over to the bed, and then, with absolutely no hesitation, he undid his bull-shaped belt buckle, unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, and whipped his cock out. I felt the head of his dick graze my pussy—I was wearing no underwear beneath my skimpy sequined dress, of course—as he took it in his hand and guided it to where he wanted it.