Motel Sex Club

MR-0404 Motel Sex Club

Deprave Youth Looking For Kicks In A Secret Club Of Sin And Shame!

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Harry Micheals had a motel. 
He also had a daughter named Linda. 
Linda Micheals was seventeen — a dangerous age. Any age, after twelve, is a dangerous age for a young healthy girl. Linda Micheals was a young healthy girl. There is little more to be said for that, except to describe her physically.

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Woman Chaser

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With one man between them, it meant sharing a… Woman Chaser

Fay wanted Jack Buckman at home. Smoldering-eyed Angie wanted him anywhere, But Jack wanted to make time-with Myrha, Monica , Juanita… or any woman from Angie to Zelda

A Novel Of The Threat of Today’s Other Women

From the back

FEW MEN ARE TOO OLD
Like other men before him, good-looking Jack Buckman believed he could get away with an assortment of women. And for some time he kept his female interests under control. Then his wife, Fay, slipped from social drinking into the ways of a lush —and he met Angie, a racy girl who delivered the pleasures of the boudoir with a wild passion . . . but to more men than Jack.
FEW GIRLS ARE TOO YOUNG
No one, least of all Buckman, asked for the trouble that resulted. It was trouble of the kind that plagues a man when his wife and a younger girl get mixed. But around this conflict of a man in the middle—between fast-buck angles and faster women —the author has written a story which is not for small boys, or young daughters.
A MAN’S BOOK ABOUT GIRLS AND LUST — A WOMAN’S BOOK ABOUT A MAN AND LOVE

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The Devil’s Lash

Newsstand Library (Cyan) Book 506 (1959)

He felt as if he’d stumbled into hell… and now he was facing one of its furies!

From the back:

They were rocking on the floor, her body driving against his like pistons. He cried out as the manacled hands behind his back were driven against the floor by the fury of her movements, and he begged her to stop because of the tearing pain; but in the next breath he pleaded for her not to stop because the fingers of passion were clawing at him, opening new vistas of pleasure he had never before experienced.
It seemed as though the whole world had suddenly entered into a conspiracy against him… it just didn’t make sense! One minute he was Paul Mantell, solid citizen, husband and father—the next, he was Paul Mantell, suspected murderer, and patsy for the vice syndicate. It could have been a nightmare or a dream, he told himself, but the brutal whiplash proved it was real… and it looked like there would be no escaping it!
Her body went rigid from the waist up as her fingers reached behind her back in search of the final catch that would free her, and as her body straightened, her breasts pushed up and out, putting on dazzling display a shelf of rare design and beauty. In a moment the brassiere was floating forward. At last she was naked before him. Sculptured marble, Paul thought, and he couldn’t breathe. When she picked up the whip and came toward him, he stepped back involuntarily, the handcuffs chafing at his wrists. “Don’t be afraid,” she said softly, coming closer.

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