beastiality stories
Go to 1st part Up in her room, Miranda looked in her big mirror to see if she looked any different with her butt-plug in. She decided that she was carrying her hips a bit more forward and her tummy seemed flatter, but either of those could have just been her imagination. “Nothing there to […]
Go to 1st part “You want me to do what?” Miranda asked, her tone both incredulous and accusatory. Kevin Stallings was used to dealing with temperamental models. He kept his own voice low and reasonable. “Simulated. It will just be simulated. They want something more hardcore than what I’ve shot for the domestic market. Different […]
Go to 1st part Miranda was on her way to Blaisdell Farms for her second breeding session. This one would be different, as Pruett had explained. “Think of this as your society debut. I know you can handle the shows, Larry tells me your club, performances went well, and I’ve seen you charm VIPs like […]
Go to 1st part “How was your trip?” Gerald Peters asked his daughter as he held the door for her while she maneuvered her rolling suitcase over the threshold. Once she was through, he leaned out and waved at the oversized pickup sitting at the curb. He thought there might have been a return wave, […]
Go to 1st part “Daddy! Daddy!” Miranda excitedly ran into her father’s study, clutching a sheet of paper in her hand. With her nearly three-foot-long horsecock bouncing and bobbing between her ankles, she avoided kicking it only by way of nimble footwork. “What is it, honey? Don’t tell me they’re sending you to another of […]
Mark and Debbie had been married for two years when the local office of the company for which he worked was closed as a cost-saving measure. Mark was lucky. Instead of being terminated, he had been given the opportunity to become a roving troubleshooter. The position paid slightly more than his old one, but he […]
“Daddy! Daddy!” Miranda excitedly ran into her father’s study, clutching a sheet of paper in her hand. “What is it, honey? Did you hear from one of those places where you applied for a job?” Gerald Peters fervently hoped it was about a job. His daughter had her hopes set on a career as a […]