darkest_fate
machina erotica
- Joined
- Dec 17, 2009
- Location
- the INTERNET
"Just call the number. You'll get some strapping bull man to come visit you, and his cock will be huge. He'll know what to do with it too. Won't be long at all till you're screaming. best part? It's so not cheating. Because it's with an animal!"
The words echoed in Tiffany's mind as she stared at herself the mirror. She'd slid into a corset, one that pushed up her already impressive bust and squeezed her already slim waist. Black, with red trimmings and bows here and there. Jack hadn't even seen it. Probably wouldn't, if Tiffany was going to go through with this. She sighed again, running her hands up to push her hair up, displaying her tanned neck. The woman looked like a pinup model, had even debated taking a job as one back in college. now she was respectable, the wife of Jack Morris, heir apparent to the impressive Morris industries. She'd even helped the company by providing advertising, working tirelessly. But she looked amazing, stunning. With a supermodel's face, sexy, deep blue eyes, pouty lips, and a knockout body. Those panties clung to her pert rear, the dark material only emphasizing the firm body underneath. she'd been in soccer as a college student, and had continued working out into adulthood.
Jack had been such a disappointment. His dick had been... tiny. He'd rut against Tiffany a few times before blowing all over her stomach. There were times when she could still feel his cum in her pubic hair, despite trimming it down to little more than buzz, because of what he'd done.
But she'd called the agency. Asked for an anthro. Didn't matter witch. Not a lizard; lizards scared her .OR a rodent of any kind. But it didn't matter besides that. Really, all she wanted was a willing cock.
The doorbell sounded.
"Open up, it's unlocked!" she yelled. Hastily she threw on a robe, covering everything as she hurried toward the door. Hopefully it would be her cock with legs, because much longer, and she wouldn't have the guts to do this.
The words echoed in Tiffany's mind as she stared at herself the mirror. She'd slid into a corset, one that pushed up her already impressive bust and squeezed her already slim waist. Black, with red trimmings and bows here and there. Jack hadn't even seen it. Probably wouldn't, if Tiffany was going to go through with this. She sighed again, running her hands up to push her hair up, displaying her tanned neck. The woman looked like a pinup model, had even debated taking a job as one back in college. now she was respectable, the wife of Jack Morris, heir apparent to the impressive Morris industries. She'd even helped the company by providing advertising, working tirelessly. But she looked amazing, stunning. With a supermodel's face, sexy, deep blue eyes, pouty lips, and a knockout body. Those panties clung to her pert rear, the dark material only emphasizing the firm body underneath. she'd been in soccer as a college student, and had continued working out into adulthood.
Jack had been such a disappointment. His dick had been... tiny. He'd rut against Tiffany a few times before blowing all over her stomach. There were times when she could still feel his cum in her pubic hair, despite trimming it down to little more than buzz, because of what he'd done.
But she'd called the agency. Asked for an anthro. Didn't matter witch. Not a lizard; lizards scared her .OR a rodent of any kind. But it didn't matter besides that. Really, all she wanted was a willing cock.
The doorbell sounded.
"Open up, it's unlocked!" she yelled. Hastily she threw on a robe, covering everything as she hurried toward the door. Hopefully it would be her cock with legs, because much longer, and she wouldn't have the guts to do this.