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  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

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  A Special Treat from the Author

  Cunning Linguist

  Jake

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  Layla

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  WineBar

  Part 1

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  100 Days

  Malcolm

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  Dr. Single Dad

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  Mr. President

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  D.I.L.F.

  Parker

  New York Daily Journal

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  Dedication

  To Jennifer Zapata

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  Dirty Darcy

  36 Inches

  Cunning Linguist

  Single TV Dad

  Sevensome

  Head Hunter

  Blessed

  Offe
nse & 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

  Dirty Lil’ Angels

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  Kisses!

  Alexis

  1

  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, you naughty little bitch,” I groan out as I continue to rail the shit out of this current girl’s pussy.

  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.