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Slave Ship: Stories of Hardcore Erotica
Slave Ship: Stories of Hardcore Erotica
Slave Ship: Stories of Hardcore Erotica
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***WARNING!!! EXPLICIT CONTENT!!!***

Featuring over-the-top tales of sexual adventure, Slave Ship: Stories of Hardcore Erotica is a sex-soaked anthology that is sure to please anyone who enjoys their hardcore erotica with a humorous twist. It is filled with interracial hookups, gangbangs, group sex, girl/girl and other extreme sexual acts. The title story is a sizzling account of good girls who go on a cruise and end up getting dirtier than they ever imagined possible. And that is just one of the stories that steams up this collection.

Please keep in mind, however, that this book contains adult situations and language and is intended for a mature audience.
LanguageEnglish
Release dateApr 22, 2021
ISBN9780984541850
Slave Ship: Stories of Hardcore Erotica

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    Slave Ship - Reggie Chesterfield

    SLAVE SHIP

    Stories of Hardcore Erotica

    ALSO BY REGGIE CHESTERFIELD

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    SLAVE SHIP

    Stories of Hardcore Erotica

    Reggie Chesterfield

    ROYAL CHERRY

    Slave Ship: Stories of Hardcore Erotica. Copyright © 2021 by Reggie Chesterfield.

    Published by Royal Cherry, an imprint of New Tradition Books.

    All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission from the publisher. For information go to www.newtraditionbooks.com.

    eBook ISBN–13:  978-0-9845418-5-0

    eBook ISBN–10:  0-9845418-5-3

    This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead is entirely coincidental.

    For the dirty birds.

    CONTENTS

    Common Workmen

    All the Ladies Love Johnny Stiffcock

    Slave Ship

    Common Workmen

    Caroline was mortified as she walked back to work from the deli. She had just had a bowl of soup which the waitress had just happened to spill on her purse when she had served it.

    And not just that, the waitress had also stepped on her foot in the process of cleaning up her mess thus scuffing her brand new tan Naturalizers. As a result, she was in no mood for this crap. She had just wanted to hurry back to the office and get back to work. She wanted to bury herself in the mundane details of her so-called career of managing a marketing department. But now this? On top of everything else, she was now being sexually harassed. It made her want to duck her head and hide.

    Here’s what happened: After she had left the deli, she had walked by a construction site and had been singled out by the men working there. It was a building that was being renovated by a small crew of workers. Sweaty, dirty construction workers who probably stunk to high heaven of nicotine and stale beer. And body odor. These were guys that probably lived in trailers and drove pick-ups. These were guys who looked at porn and blew their paychecks on lottery tickets and buffalo wings. These were guys who got their food from those ptomaine wagons. They were just filthy common workmen.

    How dare they speak to her like that? She was a career woman after all. An executive. She had a degree and made more money than them. If she had been their boss, she would have fired them all.

    Even though they had good bodies and looked good with their shirts off, there was no excuse for what they had said to her. How they had acted towards her.

    She referred to them in her mind as common workmen because that’s the way she had been taught by her upper middle class parents. She had been brought up to view such characters as such, as common workmen. Men who worked with their hands rather than their minds. Men who you hired if you had to have something done around the house like cleaning the gutter or fixing the toilet. Men who couldn’t or wouldn’t do any other sort of work because they were either too stupid or too lazy.

    They were definitely not the type of men she would ever date. If she was even still into that kind of thing, that is. She had freed herself of the problem of dating when she had convinced herself that she was an independent single woman who had no need of anyone, much less a man. Even to date. Or fix a toilet for that matter. She could take of that herself just fine, thank you.

    When she had walked by, the workers had run to a window and started hollering and whistling at her like she was a piece of meat rather than the strong independent professional she considered herself. They acted like she was on display for them. It was like they all wanted to jump on her and start fucking her like she was a bitch in heat and they were a bunch of dogs. What was most ridiculous to her was the fact that she was wearing her most conservative, unflattering business suit. How could they find that sexy? Didn’t they get it? Couldn’t they tell that she was above that kind of thing? She just couldn’t see how it was possible that they had been able to tell what a great body she had even through that unsexy outfit. They probably acted like that around all women. Those men were no better than animals.

    Hey, baby, do you want to hang on my flagpole? one of them hollered and grabbed his crotch.

    Bend over and touch your toes, mama! a Puerto Rican looking guy yelled and acted like he was slapping her ass. I want to see you put your palms on the floor!

    That and other ridiculous stuff like that was yelled at her. Were they even serious about this stuff? What woman would find this kind of stuff appealing in any way, shape, form or fashion? Regardless, she couldn’t help but blush bright red. It was just so embarrassing. Those men

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