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Whore Stories (Erotica, Erotic Fiction)
Whore Stories (Erotica, Erotic Fiction)
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From the author of the Making or a Whore 1&2, and Blood Whore, comes Whore Stories, the first time ever the collection of whore stories has been released in one volume. In Whore Stories you will find The Making of a Whore, The Making of a Whore 2, and Blood Whore. Stories that are sexy and some what taboo. From a good girl being turned into a whore, to a bloody vampire out for revenge. This book will keep your blood pumping. Warning some content is shocking.:
The Making of a Whore is a erotic story from the authors vivid imagination. It is sure to tickle and tease and please the reader. Lydia just turned eighteen and has ran away from home. At first she has no idea where she is going to go until she meets Marcus, a man who may not have her best in mind. Marcus is determined to turn Lydia into a whore. A good little whore. See more:
Lydia heard the faint sound of a car coming up beside her. She walked a little faster but the car slowed. She heard the sound of the windows rolling down. “Hey you girl what you doing out here?”
It was a male voice with a deep southern tone. She looked over, it looked to be a black male in his late twenties. Lydia picked up her pace. “Your homeless aren’t you, girl? You’re gonna freeze to death!” Lydia turned and looked at the stranger a tear forming in her eyes trying to keep warm. “I got a warm car here its my home,” the stranger said with a grin. “and you need to get warm, I’ll let you in here for the night, get you some food, you just got to be a little nice to me. “
“What do you mean?” Lydia asked walking closer to the car. She leaned down to peer in. “Its so cold mister.”
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From the author of The Making of A Whore comes The Making of A Whore 2 from the authors vivid imagination. Sure to tickle and please and entertain the reader.
In the Making of A Whore we found Lydia cold and alone on the streets. Running from a bad home life she found her self hungry and alone until she met Marcus. A man who didn’t have her best interests in mind. Marcus wanted to turn her into a whore a good little whore.
In the Making of a Whore 2 we rejoin Lydia and Marcus. Lydia is now living in Florida working at the resort, Mike and Maria ruling her with a heavy hand, selling her to the highest bidder. Is there hope for Lydia? Or will the resort be her downfall?
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“We will be there in about four hours.” Marcus said with a brilliant smile. “Sand, beaches, sun, it will be great Lisa. You will love it.”
“This job, what will I be doing?” She asked.
“Well its like this, there is an underground resort there, the owners specialize in beautiful women. Whores you know like yourself. You will get a lot of action and they will make a lot of money, but think of it warm weather, sand, the ocean, beaches.”
“It sounds wonderful.” Lisa said staring out the window. “Almost to good to be true.”
Marcus knew that it wasn’t always sunshine and roses, these girls were worth something to Mike and Maria as long as they brought in their fair share of the money. If they didn’t there was hell to pay. In a way Marcus knew they were nothing more than sex slaves, even if the girls never realized it. Sure they made a little money, but nothing compared to what their bosses made. And over the past few years these bosses had lined Marcus’s wallet. He hoped he would see Lydia again, wondered how she was doing. He wanted the little minx, wanted her more than anything.
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From the Author of The Making of a Whore and The Making of a Whore 2 comes Blood Whore a sexy tale to warm up your night.
Marissa Finch hit the lowest of lows, killing her husband and best friend in self defense. She felt her world slipping away from her, until she met Dean, a man who is not what he seems. See more:
“Please.” I begged, “Please, I don’t want to die.” I was begging for my life now, begging for him to do something, anything to help me. I felt him lean down and kiss my forehead, his lips cool against my skin.
“I can help, but you don’t know what you are asking for.” He replied, I saw that the tears were coming much faster now from his eyes. “I can help.” I watched as his fangs popped, seen how razor sharp they were, and watched as he bit into his wrist. “Drink” He ordered.I felt his wrist against my lips, felt the warm blood trickle into my mouth. I felt as if I would gag. Blood, oh god no, I couldn’t drink blood. “For gods sakes woman if you don’t want to die just drink!” He yelled grabbing my head he forced my lips to his wrist
Not suitable for all audiences 18+
The Making of a Whore is a erotic story from the authors vivid imagination. It is sure to tickle and tease and please the reader. Lydia just turned eighteen and has ran away from home. At first she has no idea where she is going to go until she meets Marcus, a man who may not have her best in mind. Marcus is determined to turn Lydia into a whore. A good little whore. See more:
Lydia heard the faint sound of a car coming up beside her. She walked a little faster but the car slowed. She heard the sound of the windows rolling down. “Hey you girl what you doing out here?”
It was a male voice with a deep southern tone. She looked over, it looked to be a black male in his late twenties. Lydia picked up her pace. “Your homeless aren’t you, girl? You’re gonna freeze to death!” Lydia turned and looked at the stranger a tear forming in her eyes trying to keep warm. “I got a warm car here its my home,” the stranger said with a grin. “and you need to get warm, I’ll let you in here for the night, get you some food, you just got to be a little nice to me. “
“What do you mean?” Lydia asked walking closer to the car. She leaned down to peer in. “Its so cold mister.”
****
From the author of The Making of A Whore comes The Making of A Whore 2 from the authors vivid imagination. Sure to tickle and please and entertain the reader.
In the Making of A Whore we found Lydia cold and alone on the streets. Running from a bad home life she found her self hungry and alone until she met Marcus. A man who didn’t have her best interests in mind. Marcus wanted to turn her into a whore a good little whore.
In the Making of a Whore 2 we rejoin Lydia and Marcus. Lydia is now living in Florida working at the resort, Mike and Maria ruling her with a heavy hand, selling her to the highest bidder. Is there hope for Lydia? Or will the resort be her downfall?
See More:
“We will be there in about four hours.” Marcus said with a brilliant smile. “Sand, beaches, sun, it will be great Lisa. You will love it.”
“This job, what will I be doing?” She asked.
“Well its like this, there is an underground resort there, the owners specialize in beautiful women. Whores you know like yourself. You will get a lot of action and they will make a lot of money, but think of it warm weather, sand, the ocean, beaches.”
“It sounds wonderful.” Lisa said staring out the window. “Almost to good to be true.”
Marcus knew that it wasn’t always sunshine and roses, these girls were worth something to Mike and Maria as long as they brought in their fair share of the money. If they didn’t there was hell to pay. In a way Marcus knew they were nothing more than sex slaves, even if the girls never realized it. Sure they made a little money, but nothing compared to what their bosses made. And over the past few years these bosses had lined Marcus’s wallet. He hoped he would see Lydia again, wondered how she was doing. He wanted the little minx, wanted her more than anything.
****
From the Author of The Making of a Whore and The Making of a Whore 2 comes Blood Whore a sexy tale to warm up your night.
Marissa Finch hit the lowest of lows, killing her husband and best friend in self defense. She felt her world slipping away from her, until she met Dean, a man who is not what he seems. See more:
“Please.” I begged, “Please, I don’t want to die.” I was begging for my life now, begging for him to do something, anything to help me. I felt him lean down and kiss my forehead, his lips cool against my skin.
“I can help, but you don’t know what you are asking for.” He replied, I saw that the tears were coming much faster now from his eyes. “I can help.” I watched as his fangs popped, seen how razor sharp they were, and watched as he bit into his wrist. “Drink” He ordered.I felt his wrist against my lips, felt the warm blood trickle into my mouth. I felt as if I would gag. Blood, oh god no, I couldn’t drink blood. “For gods sakes woman if you don’t want to die just drink!” He yelled grabbing my head he forced my lips to his wrist
Not suitable for all audiences 18+
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