Lisa comes out of the bedroom, wearing her blue teddy with a terrycloth
robe over it. It is belted tight around her waist, as she passes, where her
husband, Peter is sitting at the table with one other guy. She doesn't
know him; but he is one really big dude. Tall and wide, he watches her as she
walks to the bathroom.

The poker game is over for the night, it seems. Looking at the pile
of chips in front of the newcomer and the look on her husband's face, things
didn't go well for him tonight or should she say this morning. It is

* Suzy's Honeymoon, Day six *

Slut-2-Fuck Ch. 01
CHAPTER ONE: SETTING THE SCENE

"Grind down on his face!"

Sam perched forward excitedly in her chair, encouraging Laura to rasp her close-shaved, bristly bush roughly against her husband's shiny face.

The atmosphere in the room was sexually charged, scored by the symphony of Laura's excited gasps, wet slurps of cunnilingus, and Sam's curt instructions.

Kapitel 2

Das Treffen mit Doc

Stell dir Richard Attenborough vor mit Texasbräune und blauen Augen, die manchmal als Laserskalpell gelten konnten. Das ist Doc. Wie gewöhnlich war er im Wohnzimmer und saß in dem massiven, braunen Ledersessel, der aussah, als stamme er aus einem Männerclub, mit irgendeiner Zeitschrift auf dem Schoß. Von mir aus konnte ich die auf dem Kopf stehende Grafik eines Gehirns auf einer Seite erkennen.

»Du solltest sie in den Kühlschrank stellen.« sagte ich und gab ihm die Dosen.

Three

This is kind of embarrassing for me. You know all those dirty
stories on the internet? All those male fantasies about what guys
imagine doing to girls, or having girls do to them? I know that
most women, let's say 99.9% of the women out there don't like
them. A lot of women are even offended by them. A lot of women
like dirty stories, I guess. Just not the same kind that guys
like.

I'm different. I read them all. I think about them all the time.
I love them! I needed to say that up front so you will understand
what happened to me.

CHAPTER EIGHT
    
    “You filthy pigs!” Gl­enda screamed, spring­ing up to her feet.
    Sam was too slow, and he felt the full brunt of Gl­enda’s sud­den at­tack. She scratched his face, peel­ing a much skin as she could off with her sharp fin­ger­nails.
    “AH­H­H­H­HGH­HHH!” the fat man screeched, try­ing to cover his face as Sid and George pulled the wo­man away from him.
    “I’ll teach you, you bitch!” Sam howled a blood trickled down his chin. “Come on, Sid.”