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HUCOW FOR HIRE BUNDLE
3 stories of busty women in need of hot, multipartner relief!
A trio of tales where hucows are overfull, desperate, and happy to get paid for their creamy treats. Includes all three Hucow for Hire stories: Bachelor Party Peg, Dairy Farm Darla, and Locker Room Laura. Get the bundle and save!
An erotic short bundle featuring hucow creamy puddings, multipartner, rough anal and DP.
Genre: Contemporary erotica
Length: 6, 720 words
Copyright © 2017 by Jade Bleu
First eBook Publication: September 2017
Cover design by Jade Bleu
All cover art and logo copyright © 2017 by Jade Bleu
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All characters and events in this book are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead is strictly coincidental.
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Hucow for Hire #1: Bachelor Party Peg
Hucow for Hire #2 Dairy Farm Darla
Hucow for Hire #3: Locker Room Laura
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Drinks at the bachelor party are on Peg...literally!
Peg gets hired to be the life of Jason's bachelor party. The men are already riled and ready thanks to the usual stripper action, and when Peg steps on stage with her large jugs, all sorts of warm, white cream will soon be flowing everywhere! An erotic short featuring hucow creamy puddings, multipartner, DP double penetration, and bachelor party bukkake.
When Jason’s best man offered me fifteen hundred to be the star attraction at the bachelor party, I’d laughed my ass off...until he bumped the amount to five grand. So there I was, standing in the wings watching while the usual hot stripper whipped the men into a frenzy. She had a straight back chair on stage, and she knew how to work it—especially once the groom himself was given the seat of honor. She humped his lap and rubbed her modest tits in his face while the guests hollered and cheered her on. Dollar bills were flying everywhere, along with sequins falling off the front triangle of her G-string.
By the time she was finished, boners were straining zippers all over the bar, and the guys were red-faced and grinning while they tossed back more alcohol. I freely admit my heart was pounding with the knowledge that it was my turn. Everyone aside from the best man, Greg, thought that the stripper was the highlight of the evening. So when I strolled out on stage, my long ponytail swinging, and took a seat in the chair, no one even noticed...at first.
I sat there, twiddling a button on my sweater and fluffing a full poodle-style skirt over my bare knees, while the guys continued to talk too loud, laugh, and slap each other on the backs. Ice clinked in glasses as the booze flowed.
Finally, one guy noticed me. “What the hell’s this?”
A few turned to regard the prim retro girl.
“You here to share the good news, honey?” a wide man asked. “Because I’m beyond saving.”
“Gentlemen,” Jason called out, coming up on stage and standing behind me. “I have another little surprise in store tonight.”
“I think you got things in the wrong order,” a lanky redhead called out. “You should have started with the church girl and ended with the hot stripper.”
The group laughed and shouted out agreement.
I sat sweetly with a demure smile, ignoring the booze-fed rudeness.