Jim gazed down at the impossibly gorgeous Korean model body stretched out below him as he kneeled on the bed, plowing deep into her deliciously tight sweet center. Kyung was on her back, draped over a large firm cylindrical pillow Anna had brought them, her body spread wide and quivering with overwhelming pleasure as she strummed her clit, approaching her fourth orgasm. He was deep inside her, only stroking slightly, tryi...

In the bustling office of Downtown Incorporated, Eric Welles sat hunched over his desk, his fingers dancing a frantic tango across the keyboard. The room buzzed with the murmur of colleagues and the rhythmic tap of shoes on linoleum. At 25, Eric was ambitious and driven, his eyes fixed on the gleaming prize of upper management. His muscles ached from the tension of endless meetings and deadlines, and the glow of his compu...

Incredibly, the desire had grown again. That urgent, all-consuming need to breed more of them was already there even as the joy of Anna's impregnation filled him. He had to have more, as soon as fucking possible. And after Anna's long torture, he wanted control. Fen's strategy could take a seat on the bench. He was subbing in, right fucking now, and he was going for the goal. As soon as Anna was off him he turned the othe...

“Hey, sweetie,” he greeted me with a quick hug and kiss to my forehead. Just like old times. But it's funny, I don't remember in old times him being so damned attractive. He wasn’t a big burly bodybuilder, with a beard and tattoos and rippling, sinewy muscles. He was an insurance agent, for God’s sake! But he's tall, and slim, and good looking in a really solid kind of way. He's fit not because he went to the gym, but bec...

The penthouse was huge, spanning the whole northern half of the top two floors of the hotel, with spectacular city skyline views on three sides, a large gourmet kitchen that flowed into spacious dining and living areas on the lower floor, and an interior stairway leading up to three bedrooms and an office upstairs. It was festooned with baby shower decorations including a large pink and blue banner that read "It's a… Bunc...

Kieran’s first thought when he saw the Grand Floridian Hotel was that it didn’t look like a hotel at all. In fact, with its vaulted red roof and conical spires, it reminded him much more of a castle, or perhaps some sort of old-timey mansion. Everything about it, from its soaring towers to its huge bay windows to the literal red carpet laid outside its front entrance, screamed of elegance and luxury. Kieran couldn’t help...

"Hello, I'm Dr. Rose," she said. She was exactly what I was looking for: Older, white, straight-laced, conservative. I was absolutely sure she would tell me how horrible this is. I needed somebody to talk some sense to me and confirm how awful all this is. Somebody professional. Either that or give their blessing. Like that would ever happen! I shook her hand and said, "Hi I'm Lisa. Lisa Robinson," and took a seat on the...

Dr. Henry Thompson, a renowned forty-five-year-old physician with a reputation as stern yet compassionate, was known for his sharp blue eyes and the way they could pierce through any facade. His brown hair was always neatly combed, and his smile, though rare, could light up a room. He had a certain charm that wasn't lost on his employees, including the young and eager Nurse Emily. His large, thick-veined penis was legenda...

The next seven days were some of the longest of Kieran’s life. It was, he reflected, one of the great ironies of the universe that the more you’re looking forward to something, the slower time seems to pass. So it was with him as the day of the Florida trip crawled ever closer. Often it seemed as though it would never arrive, but at least he had time to prepare. On the upside, he was able to see Katie just about every day...

It was a rainy Sunday afternoon on the first of August when Tim answered the door to find Malik standing there. Tim frowned when he saw the teen. “What’s up, Malik?” he asked. “I don’t see how you can work on the gutters today.” It had been raining all week; they had really figured that the young man would have finished the job of cleaning the gutters by now, but the weather had not cooperated for several days in a row. T...

When the Masons returned home, they could see that Malik had the newly repaired gate back on its hinges. “Hey, Mister M!” the young man called when they got out of the car. “I’m down to adjusting the gate so that it don’t scrape, then I just need to clean up the tools and a few scraps. That should do for the whole project!” Tim gave him a thumbs up. “I did a walk around this morning to see the rest of your work,” he state...