No Choice But to Be a Girl

Jenny and Mark pulled the moving truck to a stop in front of their new home. It was a pale yellow 2 story house, in a suburban area, where all the houses looked the same in different colors. The area was perfect for the newlyweds, who were trying to start a family. Jenny came from a rich family and her Daddy paid for the house. She was so ecstatic that at 23 she had a Bachelor's in Sociology, a perfect husband and their own home all debt free. Jenny wasn't your typical beauty queen. At 5'3 she was a small little package. Her slender body had very little curves. But her proportioned body drew the eyes of many. Of course the red tank top stretched over her 32b tits, and the short Jean skirt helped a little too. Jenny's husband was a nice treat as well. With his slicked back dark black hair, and his broad chin he could have had any girl. Of course as the star QB in a football town, he did have many. Jenny met him in college and never got to see that side of him. She met

Dorian slowly opened his eyes, immediately beset by panic as he realized that he had no idea where he was. Naked and laying in a bed that he didn't remember getting into, he took in his surroundings. The room looked expensive, with clean steel walls decorated with golden patterns. He nearly jumped out of bed when he realized that he wasn't alone. Sitting in a padded chair in the corner of the room, a girl fiddled with a datapad. She looked to be in her late teens, with semi pale skin and short white hair. She wore a white jumpsuit. A wave of relief washed over him as his panic drained from his body. Though he couldn't recall her name he recognized her to be one of his many biological children living inside The Collector's tower. Having so many kids didn't allow Dorian the luxury of getting to know each of them, though he could tell from her white hair that she was a daughter of his concubine Holani. The girl looked up from her data pad, a smile appearing when she

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The following story contains a depiction of a character using a condom that he'd been keeping in his wallet. Don't ever do this! The pressure and the heat can damage the condom, making it susceptible to breakage. Carry it in a rigid container, like a metal case or a coin purse. Taking good care of your condoms is part of safer sex! With that out of the way, let's get on with it. - The Author ~ THE HOUSEGUEST, CHAPTER 1 I have no idea how we got on the subject, but we did. My wife Elena and I sit across the table from Ken, a friend of mine from the old days. He's been staying with us since Thursday. It's now Saturday morning. We're talking about monogamy. Specifically, arguing about whether or not humans are monogamous by nature. Prior to this week, I hadn't seen seen Ken since high school. He flew into town Thursday afternoon. A mutual buddy of ours is getting married tomorrow, so he needed a place to stay while he was here. Elena told me to offer our plac

Introduction (after the pandemic): He was freelance, with the emphasis on free, his cock a lance to penetrate my wife- so I feared at least, and justifiably! I think you would have reacted too in my position. His trained photographer's eye swallowing her whole. He talked about a shoot he wanted to do for a bridal magazine where he had connections, with her as model! Was he joking? He wasn't especially big, about my size. His long arms looked almost skinny, but he had big hands that seemed determined to cup her ass and work around to her pussy. Am I being crude? We were on our best behavior then, having just met by chance on vacation. Vacation? Just a few days at an artificial paradise, resort for a change of scenery. Akemi was feeling pressured by me. We got along well as usual but I had become insecure- Akemi's life, in Japan and here, was making demands on her I saw conflicting with mine. What can I say? She'd become impatient, intent on asserting her independence,