[MF] Tales from the International Breeding Services

Client #986: Annabelle Aldridge
Breeder: Wilson Brighton

Wilson, one of our more experienced breeders, and probably has lived out more fantasies than most adult entertainers, was contracted to work with a Mrs. Annabelle Aldridge, upon realization, Annabelle is a bisexual member in a lesbian marriage, and the request actually came from her wife Virginia.

Wilson, Not an overly athletic man but without a doubt not an overweight man, was the typical man on the surface. Dad bod, deep voice, red hair and beard, but had an above average sperm count and a high fertilization percentage. (97% of all his clients usually become pregnant)

Annabelle was drop dead gorgeous, the envy of men and other women, the Latin woman from Uruguay, could have easily been an Amazonian like Wonder Woman. Wilson stated, “it was like walking into the temple of Venus and witnessing her actually standing there waiting for you.”

The Organization Chapter 4 (mf)

Chapter 4

Morning was started by the sweet siren call of the bloody alarm clock. It was one of those old 1950’s ones that you could just slap to turn off. I saw it at a novelty shop and what can I say, it warmed my heart’s cockles. I put on the standard uniform of jeans and a band t-shirt after tending to the necessities. The kitchen smelled like freshly smoked cigarettes and coffee. I snagged a thermos and rummaged around to see if any food had been bought this week. Nothing fresh but there were plenty of half eaten restaurant containers which I decided not to touch.

I heard the soft scratch of a lighter and turned to find my mom standing behind me and lighting up a cigarette. A loose bathrobe was tied around her and she had her hair up in a towel turban. She pulled out a chair and crossed her legs, exposing them out from under her bathrobes. Gotta give it to her, she still had quite the pair. She was probably around 20 pounds overweight which mostly seemed packed on her ass and around her waist. Her breasts were a little saggy but there was a decent weight to them. Despite the ever deepening lines, her face was still pretty and her eyes promised a certain intelligence behind them. I liked to think she looked like Winona Ryder.

Sibling Test Subjects Ch 4

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CHAPTER 4 – FREAKSHOW

Jessica’s eyes slowly slid open and she squinted, bringing a hand up to block the intensely bright, white light above her. Her senses eased their way into her consciousness. She could smell the cool, dry, stale air. She could feel thin, crisp, crinkly paper atop a cushioned surface with which she laid on and the warmth of a dense, stiff blanket that covered her body. She could hear the crinkling of the paper as she moved to sit up, her hands grasping th edges of the padded slab where the paper ended and the plastic leather began. Her hair tickled her back as she sat up, naked. Holding the blanket to her chest, Jessica looked around. She recognized the room as the same, or similar to, one she had her interview with Professor Eve.

What a dad wants Part3

I was eating the dinner I’d prepared, but I wasn’t really tasting it. Gabby had refused to come down and eat with us and Smith was still at his friend’s house. Because it was just the two of us, Stella and I sat side by side at our kitchen island. Unbeknownst to her, she was just three feet away from the exact spot where I’d shot cum all over my daughter’s chest two hours prior. And while Stella seemed to be savoring my signature steak tacos, all I could focus on was my appetizer, a brief taste of Gabby’s pussy filtered through my fingers and her sweet mouth. I was sure my dick would never be soft again.

Stella gently laid her hand on my thigh. I jumped and damn near choked. Laughing she said, “Jesus, babe. You’re a million miles away. What are you thinking about?”

Nope. No way. Definitely could not tell her what I’d been thinking about. I’d heard somewhere that the best lie to tell, was one that was partially true so I sighed before admitting, “Gabby.”

[MF] My mom’s coworker was the most aggressive kisser I had ever met!

(Disclaimer: this is a true story from years ago with some liberties taken for certain details)

During my college years, I worked an average retail job at a local shopping mall. Just a few doors down, my mom also worked a retail job in the same shopping center. I usually worked the afternoon shift after class on weekdays, so I would occasionally visit her store and had become acquainted with her coworkers. Most of her colleagues were her age, but there were a few outliers, including “Michelle.” To paint somewhat of a picture, Michelle was probably 27 when I was 20 and was no taller than 5’5″, cute face, dirty blond curly hair, but oh did she have curves! Her busty breasts nearly popped out of every shirt she wore and her ass jiggled in her snug jeans with every step she took.

Michelle had an exceptionally bubbly flirty personality. She would always shout “Hey ‘Evan’!” every time she saw me, but for months, I thought nothing of it.

Daughter part2

I woke up to the sound of my alarm trilling. How I’d managed to fall into a deep, lasting sleep after the events of the night before was totally beyond me. Gabby. Her gorgeous tits. Her shaking orgasm. Her eyes locked on mine. My hips powering my cock through my grip. Coming at the same time as my daughter. My dick was waking up too and it definitely wanted to pay Gabrielle an early morning visit.

No sooner did I make up my mind to do so, I heard someone stomping down the stairs, like only teenagers can do, then the backdoor slammed, and the engine on Gabrielle’s hand me down car chugged to life. I jumped up and ran to the front facing window in the master bedroom. Sure enough, Gabby was behind the wheel, backing out of our suburban driveway.

“Damn it, Gabs!” My 17-year-old echoed my thoughts from his own bedroom. She was in such a hurry to escape the house, escape me, that she’d left Smith behind.

“What’s going on?” My wife rolled and stretched, trying to wake up and comprehend the latest household drama.

Frankenfuta; or, The Shameless Prometheus [TF][Futanari][Sci-fi]

THE CREATURE was magnificent. A patchwork of corpses, her skin going from pale alabaster to the darkest ebony with no transition but the careful needlework of her creator, the shape of many disjointed wet dreams, combined into one form: Tall, curvaceous, powerful.

Yes, Doctor Frankenfuta had certainly done good work with the materials she had. Grotesque, perhaps, but beautiful. She ran a finger over the seam between shoulder and chest, tracing it across her creation’s magnificent breasts. Such good luck that she had found donors of matching size. Her face, too, came from two different sources, join together in a perfect, if demented, expression of erotic beauty. Even now, lying dead on the slab, the Creature made Frankenfuta appear small and powerless. And yet, was it not by Frankenfuta’s hand that she had been assembled, awaiting the breath of life?

Awakening Her Moon

She was several days late. She was starting to get alarmed and stressed. Emotions filled her body. Her breasts were plump. All the signs that something was off. I felt like the first time I was a man trying to navigate the treacherous waters of a woman’s emotions. She didn’t know why she couldn’t stop crying. Why things seemed much harder than they had to be.

Perhaps there could be a shift. Maybe I was putting too much pressure on her. I wanted to see her as a woman, as an equal, but the fact of the matter was she was still 22 years old. Still trying to find her voice. Trying to figure out who she was.

Perhaps I could take the pressure off her. And take the pressure off myself. Offer empathy. The moment I surrendered to this was the moment she finally decided Miriam wanted to be fucked. Sex was medicine, administered like a ceremony between us. I instructed her to bend over the bed with her arms spread out. I started to massage her sides, making her moan from her depths as I carved into her back. I pulled her hair by wrapping her ponytail around my fist with one hand while my fingers caressed her throat. I pulled her head back, noticing Miriam’s eyes were closed in ecstasy. She began to moan.

Caught Daughter with her B/F

It was late. The need to piss woke me from a sound sleep. As soon as I finished, a sixth sense told me to check on the kids. To this day I wonder if the decision to do so was a good one or a bad one.

Given the hour, I was surprised to see the faint glow from the living room television as soon as I glanced toward the foot of our staircase. Without much suspicion, I made my way down figuring one of the kids had fallen asleep on the couch while watching it. I wasn’t being sneaky, just quiet so I wouldn’t disturb anyone sleeping peacefully. Halfway down the stairs, I heard soft moaning. Female moaning. I wondered briefly if my son would be brave enough to watch porn on the family television, but then I heard a male voice between the breathy sighs say, “Gabby, shh.”

Misadventures in Seduction (long)

Being new in a small town is hard, no matter how self-sufficient you think your partnership might be. Faye had been making every effort she could manage to inject both herself and her partner Alex into the local community, attending events and social gatherings wherever possible. She was pushing herself slightly outside her comfort zone to establish their position in the community, bubbling and flirting her way into conversations with many of the prominent members. As much as he would have liked to keep up to her intensity and drive in this endeavor, Alex found this kind of work exhausting. Observing the two of them as a fly on the wall, you could see the extroverted Faye power up as an evening of socialize wore on, while Alex waned until he collapsed in a corner with a drink, sulking.
Faye hardly noticed when Alex left the conversation this time, she was unabashedly flirting with Cody, the head of police, for the third event in a row. She was frankly fairly fucked-off with his moody antics, as she was working her ass off for their social position and didn’t need him being a repeated downer on her progress.