{"id":18922,"date":"2016-09-24T17:26:56","date_gmt":"2016-09-24T17:26:56","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/lesbianfunworld.com\/books\/?p=18922"},"modified":"2016-09-24T17:26:56","modified_gmt":"2016-09-24T17:26:56","slug":"the-pleasure-salesman-by-gus-stevens-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/lesbianfunworld.com\/books\/the-pleasure-salesman-by-gus-stevens-2\/","title":{"rendered":"The Pleasure Salesman by Gus Stevens"},"content":{"rendered":"
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The Pleasure Salesman<\/em><\/h2>\n

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Gus Stevens<\/h2>\n<\/div>\n
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He offered his services to love – starved young girls.<\/p>\n

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About: Pete Cooper had it made–his special tours attracted only lonely, beautiful women who were eager to fully enjoy their trip\u0085 in Pete’s arms<\/p>\n

Excerpt:<\/p>\n

After a minute Marilyn was able to smile again. Pete drained his glass and set them both on the table again. His hand returned to her jacket and, deftly, he opened the buttons and helped her slip out of the garment. <\/p>\n

Underneath she wore an orange silk blouse which matched the jacket lining. It was cut close to her body and he could see her breasts trembling under the sheerness. They were full and round and he knew they’d be soft and heavy, warm to the touch.<\/p>\n

She saw his eyes and looked down at herself, watching her breasts rise and fall faster as her breathing picked up. “They’re the best part of me,” she whispered.<\/p>\n

“I believe it, baby, I believe it.”<\/p>\n

“Pete?”<\/p>\n

“What?”<\/p>\n

“I’ve been thinking. Harold will be a gentle lover, don’t you suppose?”<\/p>\n

He cursed silently, for his breath was coming faster, too. “Sure, sure.”<\/p>\n

“He’ll be gentle, kind, slow and, perhaps, I’ll even need to lead him, to take him by the hand when we go to bed.”<\/p>\n

Pete barked a laugh. “Take him by something else and you’ll probably get more action.”<\/p>\n

“Please, listen.” She took both his hands in hers, clutching them to the softness of her breasts. “In a month I’ll be married and this will be only a memory — the memory of the last man I gave myself to before settling down with Harold. I’d\u0085 well, I’d like it to be sort of different. You know, different from the treatment I’ll get from Harold.”<\/p>\n

His jaw sagged. “Good grief, you want me to beat you with my belt?”<\/p>\n

She laughed, but she didn’t let go of his hands. “No, there’s something I’ve heard my girl friends talk about. I thought, well, I’ve never tried it before. “Maybe if I tried it with you\u0085”<\/p>\n

“I get it. You want a dress rehearsal before you spring a few new wrinkles on your wedding night, right?”<\/p>\n

She nodded. “Something like that.”<\/p>\n

“Now I feel like a professional.”<\/p>\n

“Shut up and undress me so I can surprise you.”<\/p>\n

She turned around and he slid the zipper down to her waist, lifting the blouse from her shoulders.<\/p>\n

When she turned again he saw that her brassiere was indeed stuffed full of Marilyn. Again he turned her, and opened the catch. The bra fell away and her breasts danced before his eyes, their bobbing heaviness tipped by twin coral lights.<\/p><\/div>\n

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