Baby batter, p.1
Baby Batter, page 1
Baby Batter
Alexis Angel
Naughty Angel Publishing
Baby Batter
By Alexis Angel
Copyright 2017 by Naughty Angel Publishing
All rights reserved
This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or persons is entirely coincidental. This work is intended for adults only.
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Contents
Description
Dedication
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Dirty Lil’ Angels
1. Zane
2. Piper
3. Piper
4. Zane
5. Piper
6. Piper
7. Piper
8. Piper
9. Zane
10. Zane
11. Piper
12. Piper
13. Zane
14. Piper
15. Zane
16. Piper
17. Piper
18. Piper
19. Zane
20. Piper
21. Piper
22. Zane
23. Piper
24. Zane
25. Piper
26. Zane
27. Zane
28. Piper
29. Piper
30. Piper
31. Zane
32. Piper
33. Zane
34. Piper
35. Piper
36. Piper
37. Piper
A Special Treat from the Author
Cunning Linguist
Jake
Jake
Layla
Layla
Jake
Layla
Layla
Jake
Layla
Jake
Layla
Jake
Layla
Layla
Jake
Layla
Layla
Layla
Jake
Layla
Layla
Jake
Layla
Jake
Layla
Jake
Layla
Jake
Layla
Jake
Layla
Layla
Jake
Layla
Jake
Jake
WineBar
Part 1
Emily
Kirk
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Naughty Angel Newsletter
Kirk
Emily
Emily
Naughty Angel Newsletter
Emily
Kirk
Emily
Emily
Kirk
Emily
Emily
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Emily
Kirk
Emily
Emily
Naughty Angel Newsletter
Kirk
Emily
Emily
Naughty Angel Newsletter
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Emily
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Emily
Naughty Angel Newsletter
Emily
Emily
Kirk
Emily
Emily
Naughty Angel Newsletter
Part 2
Emily
Emily
Emily
Kirk
Kirk
Emily
Kirk
Emily
Emily
Kirk
Emily
Kirk
Emily
Emily
Emily
Kirk
Emily
Kirk
Emily
Kirk
Emily
Kirk
Emily
Kirk
Emily
Emily
Emily
Kirk
Emily
Kirk
100 Days
Malcolm
Malcolm
Athena
Malcolm
Athena
Athena
Athena
Athena
Malcolm
Athena
Athena
Athena
Malcolm
Athena
Athena
Athena
Athena
Malcolm
Athena
Malcolm
Malcolm
Athena
Malcolm
Athena
Athena
Athena
Athena
Dr. Single Dad
Elia
Eric
Elia
Eric
Elia
Eric
Elia
Elia
Eric
Elia
Eric
Elia
Eric
Elia
Eric
Elia
Eric
Elia
Eric
Eric
Elia
Eric
Elia
Eric
Elia
Elia
Eric
Elia
Elia
Mr. President
Austin
Ashley
Washington Beat
Austin
Ashley
Ashley
Austin
Washington Beat
Ashley
Austin
Ashley
Ashley
Washington Beat
Austin
Ashley
Austin
Ashley
Austin
Washington Beat
Ashley
Ashley
Austin
Washington Beat
Ashley
Ashley
Ashley
Austin
Washington Beat
Ashley
Ashley
Washington Beat
Ashley
D.I.L.F.
Parker
New York Daily Journal
Amy
Parker
Amy
Parker
Amy
Parker
Amy
New York Daily Journal
Parker
Amy
Amy
New York Daily Journal
Parker
Amy
Amy
Parker
Amy
Amy
Amy
Parker
Amy
New York Daily Journal
Parker
Amy
Amy
Amy
New York Daily Journal
Parker
Parker
Amy
Parker
Amy
New York Daily Journal
Amy
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Dedication
To Jennifer Zapata
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Angel’s Secret
Man Juice
Dirty Darcy
36 Inches
Cunning Linguist
Single TV Dad
Sevensome
Head Hunter
Blessed
Offense & Defense
Princely Passions
Lust Muscle
The Biggest Licker
Cindersmellya
100 Days
24 Inches
Stories From The 6 Train
Mr. President
Dirty Daddy
D.I.L.F.
12 Inches
Python
Wicked Lil’ Brat
Red & Blue
Jailbait
Abby Angel
Goldicox
Secrets & Silk
Boxers & Briefs
Profit & Lace
Mergers & Acquisitions
Woman of the House
Men of the House
Dark Angel
12 Days
Overtime
Seven Deadly Sinners
Three Beasts
Murder/Love
Hostile Work Environment
B.I.L.F.
Buyer’s Market
Gambling For the Virgin
The Virgin Market
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Zane
I’m balls deep into the brunette. What’s her name, you ask? Well, I have no fucking clue.
I don’t know the name of the other dark-haired one either. Nor do I know the name of the blonde chick currently fingering the fuck out of her wet pussy while she watches me ram the slutty brunette.
Her mouth contorts with pleasure as she twists and moans enthusiastically.
“That’s right, fuck yourself,
My cock makes a slippery, slick, suctioning sound as I thrust in and out of her. Our hips grind together and she mumbles something about not being able to walk afterwards but I don’t really give a shit what she does after we’re finished fucking each other’s brains out. I’m enjoying having my way with her, as I did with the other two little fucking sluts before her.
I grab her ass cheeks and pull them apart, exposing her tight little asshole. I watch as it puckers and squeezes in and out every time I rub my thumb against the circular rim. The girl continues to scream and wail in pleasure, giving me an ego boost that makes me want to nail her deeper and deeper, harder and harder.
Oh shit. Where the fuck are my manners. You’re probably wondering who the fuck I am and what gives me the fucking right to bang not one, not two, but three fucking dirty bitches at once, right?
Well, baby, I’m here to answer your questions. I’m Zane Tanner.
Yes, that Zane Tanner.
Don’t act so shocked. It’s okay.
I know it’s a lot to take in. You never thought you’d see me like this. Not after seeing my face splashed on the cover of every fucking gossip magazine. On the New York Daily Journal. On the financial pages.
Fuck, you’re probably wearing something that my manufacturing company created. I do of course own the largest manufacturing company in the entire country. And you know what?
I’m fucking proud of it.
I’m employing hundreds of thousands of hard working Americans. I’m doing God’s fucking work. People put food on the fucking table because I make my shit in the USA. You can’t fucking fault me.
Besides, all that shit put together just probably makes you very, very, fucking wet for me.
It’s okay, baby. I get that a lot.
I mean…take my company, for instance. I’m the current CEO, and if there’s one thing I love more than fucking hot girls, it’s telling people what to do. I get off on knowing I run the show with an iron fist, and what I say goes…well, let’s just say that I always get my fucking way no matter fucking what.
In case you’re chuckling to yourself right now, thinking who the fuck is this asshole, let me tell you exactly what will happen if you do meet me.
Say I’m in the city where you live. You’ll hear about it through your lady friends. Or you’ll read about it in the local section of your newspaper. Maybe you’ll be shopping and you hear the person in line talking about it.
You won’t know what fucking hit you.
You won’t care if you have to pick the kids up from school.
You’ll do whatever it fucking takes to get to where I’m at just to fucking see me.
Maybe even touch me.
And if I look at you? Your legs will shake.
If I smile, you’ll probably give your husband the best sex of his life that night.
And if I touch you?
Fuck, baby, you’ll probably cream all over those panties you’re wearing. Those panties my company probably manufactured.
Yeah, a big product line we do is lingerie. It’s sort of fitting, to tell the truth.
Plus, it’s made me a fuck ton of money.
I have my own yacht, my own jet, and I own three fucking houses. One is here in the finest city on earth, the city that never sleeps—the Big Apple. Whatever the fuck you want to call it, this is where my home base is.
I also have a house in Miami right on the fucking Atlantic, looking out to fucking dolphins and shit.
My last house is in Los Angeles, where I go quarterly just for business. I prefer to stay on the East Coast whenever possible. It’s not that I have something against the West Coast; I’m just an East Coast kind of guy.
I’m a Manhattan boy through and through, and I have the looks to solidify that stereotype. I have huge biceps and rock-hard abs. My hair is short, black, and always clean cut. My face doesn’t have a bit of hair on it.
I can’t stand a fucking five o’clock shadow. It itches the fuck out of me if it gets even a remote amount of stubble, so I go to the barber every fucking day to make sure that shit stays as fucking smooth as a baby’s ass.
Now, back to these bitches I’m nailing. Normally I like to have sex with the lower-level employees. It gives me a sense of power, and I can release some of that energy into the girls I fuck.
These girls I’m fucking right now are models, so they have a little bit of a higher quality advantage than the other girls I get off with.
Oh yeah, did I mention that I’m not in my own office having a fuck buddy party?
Nope, I’m in Piper Stewart’s office, the number one client of my manufacturing firm. She’s the current CEO of a huge lingerie company called Lacy Desirables.
