The Billionaire and the Neighbor's Virgin Daughter - just released!

Young virgin Lily is nearing the end of high school and feeling more trapped by the day.  Her family is poor, her parents are drunk and angry, and it seems like she’ll never escape even as the neighborhood around her is replaced by mansions of the wealthy.  Until the day widower billionaire Dominic Evans hires her to be his housekeeper.  Lily quickly realizes that the sexy, reclusive neighbor is a broken, lonely man in need of a woman in his life again.  But is the petite teenager prepared for the rough, passionate healing he needs—even if it means letting him fill her virgin womb?

Warning: this 10,200-word story contains an inexperienced young schoolgirl taken by a strong man with a broken heart, reluctant first time oral sex, punishing first time anal sex, stinging spankings, secret encounters behind her parents’ backs, and a final loss of virginity and passionate impregnation that will leave you aching for more.  Adults only!

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Dominic cleared his throat, bringing my attention back to him.  “I made a list of things that need to be done and how often,” he said, holding out a small folder to me.  I took it, my hand shaking.  “It’s mostly cleaning, some cooking, and other small household tasks.  I assume you can handle that, Ms. Fay?”

“You can call me Lily,” I said softly, clutching the folder tight in my arms.

He raised an eyebrow and that enchanting smile spread across his face again.  “That’s an unusually pretty name for a girl.  I thought it was all Bethanys and Brittanys these days.”

I blushed and couldn’t help but return his smile.  Something inside me tightened.  “It was my grandmother’s name, Dominic.  Er, I mean, Mr. Evans.”

His smile broadened and I almost melted.  “Well, even though we’ve never met before, I see I need no introduction for some reason.”  He held out his hand with mock seriousness.  I grasped him, amazed at how large and rough his grip was compared to my own small hand.  “Nonetheless, I am Dominic Evans.  Nice to finally meet you, Lily.”

Finally?  What was that supposed to mean?  I caught myself again wondering at how I had been hired.  Why had Mr. Evans reversed the decision of his assistant?

“Anyway, most of what I need from you is general upkeep of the household.”  He ran a finger across the top of a mahogany table beside him, wiping a streak in the layer of dust.  “As you can see it’s a bit of a mess.  Work keeps me busy and it’s been a while since I’ve had a wo—”  He caught himself and the smile disappeared from his face.  After a ragged breath he continued.  “I mean, it’ll be good to have help around again.”

The change in him in that moment—the obvious pain his slipped comment had caused—was staggering.  So the rumors about his wife were true, I thought.  And in that moment, like the foolish little girl I was, I swore that I would mend this broken man.

Teen Virgin Schoolgirl Club Bundle - all three sizzling hot books!

This 36,500-word bundle contains Bred by My Coach, Bred by My Art Teacher, and Punished by the Headmaster.

Bred by My Coach (Teen Virgin Breeding Club Book 1)

When Natalie and her friends formed a secret club to lose their virginity, she had no idea what she was getting herself into.  A teenage virgin in her last year at St. Anne’s girls prep school, she was about to learn the effect her young, fertile body could have on older men—whether she was ready for it or not.

Natalie never imagined it would be Coach Grant who would notice her, though.  After all, there were prettier, bustier girls in his P.E. class, and the former professional sports star hadn’t even given in to their advances.  But when he catches her touching herself in the shower after class one day, she wonders if she was wrong—and when he corners her in his office and pins her down, she knows she was.  As their passions spiral out of control, little Natalie quickly realizes that the huge, strong man’s hungers are rough and unrelenting—and entirely focused on the young girl’s fertile womb!

Can the petite virgin satisfy the beast she has unleashed in Coach Grant before he simply takes what he wants?

Warning: this 13,200-word story contains an inexperienced young schoolgirl’s loss of innocence, watching and being watched, first time oral sex, reluctant first time anal sex, virgin defloration and breeding, and one tiny young teenager who is about to learn what it means to be the teacher’s favorite.  Adults only!

Bred by My Art Teacher (Teen Virgin Breeding Club Book 2)

When Jenny and her friends form a secret club to lose their virginity, she has no idea what she is getting herself into.  But when a visiting famous European painter makes her be the class's nude model, the teenage virgin at St. Anne's girls' prep school begins to discover what her young, fertile body is capable of.  As the teacher's demands become dirtier, and their pre-modeling sessions grow hotter, it becomes clear that the sexy older man has more than teaching classes on his mind.  Will Jenny be able to resist the artist's desires to fill her young, virgin womb with his seed, or will her loss of innocence become his new subject?

Warning: this 11,100-word story contains an inexperienced young schoolgirl’s loss of innocence, exhibitionism as a nude model, first time oral sex, reluctantly dirtier shows, virgin defloration and breeding, and one tiny young teenager who finds out what it means to be a famous painter's erotic muse.  Adults only!

Punished by the Headmaster (Teen Virgin Schoolgirl Club Book 3)

When Amber and her friends form a secret club to lose their virginity before the end of their senior year, it doesn’t take long for the inexperienced teen to realize that she’s no good at seduction.  What’s worse, she’s caught and taken to the headmaster of St. Anne’s girls’ prep school—a stern man known for his unforgiving punishments.  But when the first spanking turns into something dirtier, Amber finds herself both terrified and aching for more.  Each time the young girl is caught, the punishment grows more severe—and innocent Amber grows more in need.

Will the petite teen learn her lesson and stop misbehaving, or will the headmaster be driven to the school’s ultimate punishment: taking the young girl’s virginity and impregnating her?

Warning: this 12,200-word story contains an inexperienced young schoolgirl’s loss of innocence, spanking, vicious punishment, first time oral sex, secret orgasms in public, shaving for the first time, help from a mature sexual woman, forced defloration and reluctant breeding, and a naughty teenage girl who can’t help but push the stern headmaster to his limits.  Adults only!

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Bred by My Coach

Bang!  My eyes shot open as I heard something heavy drop, echoing in the silence of the dusty storage room.  I froze, my hand still between my legs, the other still grasping my small chest.  Glancing sideways, I could just barely see through a small opening at the side of the curtain into the dark, unused locker room.  It took a moment for my eyes to adjust to the light difference, shapes forming slowly.

I let out a small gasp as I realized it was Coach Grant standing there in the darkness.  His eyes were locked on me, a large box of deflated sports balls on the ground next to him.  Was he going to scold me for being back here?  If I got a detention, would it say what he had caught me doing?  I blushed at the thought of it. 

Muse for My Art Teacher:

Mr. Laurent wiped his hand on a white cloth before running his fingers through his thick crop of messy, medium-length hair.  “Ahh, Ms. Bailey, why is that?”  He had an accent, exotic and worldly, that I swear I could listen to for days and never grow tired of.  All he had to do was speak and I felt every bit the naïve, inexperienced teenage girl I was.

I tugged the robe tighter around myself.  He stepped closer, pulling on his crisp white shirt but leaving it unbuttoned.  “I just...I’ve never done anything like this before.  I’ve never even...”  I took a deep breath, embarrassed to even discuss what I was here to do.  “I’ve never even been naked in front of a boy.  I can’t just waltz out there and be a nude model for an entire art class!”

“Never been with a boy, mm?” he said, somewhere between amused and intrigued.  “Open your robe, Jenny.”  He said my name with a buttery smoothness that I loved.

I stood frozen.  I knew I had agreed to do this—offering to act as his aide was the only thing I could do to help my suffering grade in his class.  But when he had said he needed a model for his other class at the boys’ school across town, I hadn’t imagined he meant a nude model.  And yet I had come here, but I was definitely having second thoughts.

Punished by the Headmaster:

“Do you know who I was just talking to there, Ms. Palmer?”  He began to stroll slowly around the desk toward me, never taking his gaze from me.  His jaw was clenched, hardening his already chiseled face.

I shook my head and looked down from his tanned face, unable to meet those dark eyes of his any longer.  “N...no, sir.”  I had a pretty good suspicion, but I wasn’t about to say it.

I felt him move beside me, his powerful presence radiating like an oven.  I could have been blindfolded and still have known it was the headmaster beside me right now.  “I think you do, Amber.”  I kept my gaze on his desk, and after a moment he continued.  “It was Mr. Hendricks, your history teacher.”

Suspicion confirmed, I thought glumly.

I felt Mr. Strauss’s hands on my upper back and he pressed me downward, forcing me to bend over his desk.  “And why, Ms. Palmer, would Mr. Hendricks involve me in some silly classroom issue?”  I could hear the annoyance in his voice now, a terrifying lowering of tone.  My hands pressed flat against the smooth top of his polished wooden desk, suddenly feeling frighteningly vulnerable.  I wished I could turn around to see him but knew better than to try.

His fingers trickled down my back slowly until it reached the pleated skirt of my school uniform.  His huge hand moved over my round ass, rubbing the fabric against my skin. 

Bred by My Daddy with Mommy's Help Bundle - all three stories released in a bundle!

This 22,200-word bundle contains Bred by My Daddy with Mommy’s Help, Bred by My Daddy with Mommy’s Help 2:  Impregnation Vacation, and Bred by My Daddy with Mommy’s Help 3:  Impregnated Again.

Bred by My Daddy with Mommy’s Help

Young Kaitlyn is sure that her first summer home from college with her adoptive parents will be a boring one.  But things turn dirty quickly when she catches her parents having sex—and talking about her while they do it.  Could her high school fantasies about fucking her father finally be coming true?  Or will their price of wanting another child be too much to bear?

Warning: this 5800-word erotic story contains an innocent teen with not-so-innocent urges for her daddy, two loving parents in need of a womb to impregnate, voyeurism, female masturbation, reluctant breeding, and the hottest family menage you'll ever read.  Adults only!

Bred by Daddy with Mommy’s Help 2: Impregnation Vacation

It finally happened.  After fantasizing about her daddy for all her teen years, young Kaitlyn was confronted by her adoptive parents about something she had never expected: to carry her daddy’s baby.  Now, less than a week later, they find themselves on a tropical family vacation.  But will they be able to keep their taboo lusts for each other secret among the crowded airplanes, resorts and beaches of paradise?

Warning: this 8200-word erotic story contains an innocent teen still coming to terms with her recent proposition from her mommy and daddy, two loving parents in need of a womb to impregnate, airplane sex, taboo public breeding, intense m/f, f/f, and m/f/f family sex scenes, and a threeway trip to the beach you won’t soon forget.  Adults only!

Bred by Daddy with Mommy’s Help 3: Impregnated Again

After giving into taboo desires to be bred by her daddy, Kaitlyn gave birth to her adoptive parents’ new child.  But as she found herself slipping deeper into the comfortable carnal lust of her mom and dad, she decided that she needed to get on with her life and go to college like other young girls her age.

Only she can’t stop thinking about her daddy.

When her parents surprise her with a visit, will young Kaitlyn be able to resist the temptations of her daddy’s powerful needs?  Or will she give in and carry their baby once again?

Warning: this 8200-word erotic story contains a reluctant young girl fighting her own taboo desires, two loving parents who once again need their daughter’s womb, nearly-caught public breeding, forbidden passion let loose in a dorm room, intense m/f and m/f/f family sex scenes, and the hottest, dirtiest threeway scene you’ve read.  Adults only!

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Bred by My Daddy with Mommy’s Help

Over that following week, the whole atmosphere of the house changed.  It was hard to say exactly what was different, but our interactions were both more awkward and more charged with tension.  Of course, they didn’t know that I had overheard them that night.  But I could tell that they were sizing me up, viewing me as breeding material in addition to a daughter.  Fertile, young, and hornier than ever.  My dad’s eyes lingered on my legs or perky chest far longer than normal, and I caught him staring when he thought I wasn’t paying attention.

Not that I made it easy on him.  I had started dressing especially slutty, wearing short skirts and tight little tank tops with no bra underneath.  I had no idea how this was going to play out, but I tried to speed it along with the small things that even a young, inexperienced girl like me knows how to do.  I bent over a lot around him, wiggled my hips, and over all probably made a fool out of myself.  If he minded my obvious inexperience, it certainly didn’t show.  More than once I caught a large bulge in his pants when he was around me.  God how I wanted that inside me now!

My mom was far more obvious about it than my daddy.  She touched me a lot more while talking or just walking past—apparently innocent touches that I may not have thought anything about had I not known what was going on behind the scenes.  She also talked with me about subjects we had never really discussed: boys at school, my thoughts for the future, how nice that tiny little skirt I was wearing today looked—you know, the one that barely covers my round ass.

I just wanted to scream, Yes, I want daddy to fuck me!  Right now, right here on the kitchen table!  But I was afraid of ruining the moment.  What if it was all just some filthy fantasy of theirs?  Maybe they just talked about this dirty stuff all the time but never intended to actually do it.  I mean, planning to impregnate your own daughter—people didn’t actually do that sort of thing...did they?

There were several more nights where I snuck down the hall and watched them fucking again.  I came each time as I watched my daddy’s cock sliding in and out of my mom.  Each time they talked about me, too.  About fucking me, about coming inside me, and—above all—about impregnating me.  It had only taken a few days for it to become a fantasy of mine, as well, and hearing my mommy describe it in every lurid detail always sent me over the edge in no time.  I began to see what she saw in that thick flow of white cum from my daddy’s cock.  I wanted it inside me.

I wanted my daddy to make me pregnant.  And, strangely, I wanted my mommy there to help.

Bred by My Daddy with Mommy’s Help 2: Impregnation Vacation

Did they know I was the daughter of the man who just walked by moments earlier?  It would be pretty obvious if they saw us together, after all: a girl who looked like she was barely out of high school with a married couple more than twice her age.  Would any of them guess?  Or were the stares I was avoiding only due to the short skirt and petite teen body?  I picked up my pace, my heart pounding with the thoughts of our family taboo in such in a public place.

When I finally reached the bathrooms, I was horrified to find a flight attendant standing near them preparing a cart of snacks.  Thankfully both restrooms were occupied, so I smiled at her and pretended to wait patiently.  I seemed like ages before the flight attendant squeezed past me and wandered up the aisle the way I had came.  I waited until all the nearby people were distracted by the snacks the attendant was handing out and quietly knocked five times on the door my daddy had said.

The occupied sign clicked over to unoccupied and I pushed the door open.  My daddy smiled at me from the cramped space, his broad shoulders nearly brushing both walls.  As soon as I stepped forward he pulled me into him and hugged me close so that the door could shut.  I could feel his erection through his pants, hard with need.  The door clicked closed again and we were alone.

Bred by My Daddy with Mommy’s Help 3: Impregnated Again

I sighed heavily and packed my homework into my backpack.  Yet another day of not studying.  I could feel my panties wet from my taboo memories, and I knew my nipples were hard points against the thin t-shirt.  I hurried back to my dorm, hoping my roommate would be out.  As much as I tried to resist it, I knew I would soon be rubbing myself to a shuddering orgasm, moaning my daddy’s name into my pillow.  It had become more frequent than I wanted to admit.

As I made my way across campus, I saw countless students strolling with adults.  Parents’ weekend.  Of course, that’s why my thoughts had been wandering today.  This was the once-a-year weekend for parents to visit their kids in college and see campus town in all its debauched glory. 

And I had intentionally not told my parents.

I felt tears welling up at that.  It made me feel terrible, but I needed to let go.  I needed to sever those ties and get on with my life.  I couldn’t live forever fantasizing about being wedged between my mom and dad on a tropical beach.

Could I?

I let out a long breath when I finally shut my dorm room door behind me.  I tossed my backpack on the floor and slumped onto the bed.  My mind was a torrent of emotions, a mixture of guilt for not inviting my mom and dad to Parents’ Weekend and intense arousal at remembering the sensual summer of impregnation by my daddy.

I shimmied out of my shorts and dropped them on the floor, then pulled my panties to my knees.  My hand went to my wet folds like a magnet, aching for release after a day of dirty fantasies running through my head.

Bred by My Daddy with Mommy's Help: Impregnated Again - book 3 of the series released!

Note: while this story can be read alone, the circumstances may be much hotter in the context of the first and second stories, Bred by My Daddy with Mommy's Help and Bred by My Daddy with Mommy's Help 2: Impregnation Vacation.

After giving into taboo desires to be bred by her daddy, Kaitlyn gave birth to her adoptive parents’ new child.  But as she found herself slipping deeper into the comfortable carnal lust of her mom and dad, she decided that she needed to get on with her life and go to college like other young girls her age.

Only she can’t stop thinking about her daddy.

When her parents surprise her with a visit, will young Kaitlyn be able to resist the temptations of her daddy’s powerful needs?  Or will she give in and carry their baby once again?

Warning: this 8200-word erotic story contains a reluctant young girl fighting her own taboo desires, two loving parents who once again need their daughter’s womb, nearly-caught public breeding, forbidden passion let loose in a dorm room, intense m/f and m/f/f family sex scenes, and the hottest, dirtiest threeway scene you’ve read.  Adults only!

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I sighed heavily and packed my homework into my backpack.  Yet another day of not studying.  I could feel my panties wet from my taboo memories, and I knew my nipples were hard points against the thin t-shirt.  I hurried back to my dorm, hoping my roommate would be out.  As much as I tried to resist it, I knew I would soon be rubbing myself to a shuddering orgasm, moaning my daddy’s name into my pillow.  It had become more frequent than I wanted to admit.

As I made my way across campus, I saw countless students strolling with adults.  Parents’ weekend.  Of course, that’s why my thoughts had been wandering today.  This was the once-a-year weekend for parents to visit their kids in college and see campus town in all its debauched glory. 

And I had intentionally not told my parents.

I felt tears welling up at that.  It made me feel terrible, but I needed to let go.  I needed to sever those ties and get on with my life.  I couldn’t live forever fantasizing about being wedged between my mom and dad on a tropical beach.

Could I?

I let out a long breath when I finally shut my dorm room door behind me.  I tossed my backpack on the floor and slumped onto the bed.  My mind was a torrent of emotions, a mixture of guilt for not inviting my mom and dad to Parents’ Weekend and intense arousal at remembering the sensual summer of impregnation by my daddy.

I shimmied out of my shorts and dropped them on the floor, then pulled my panties to my knees.  My hand went to my wet folds like a magnet, aching for release after a day of dirty fantasies running through my head.

The Virgin's Orgasm Exam - book 1 in the Climax Clinic Series released!

When young Megan admits to her college roommate that she has never had an orgasm, she finds herself at the Climax Clinic in the capable hands of Dr. Bauer.  She quickly finds that the doctor has unusual and forceful methods, tying her down and exploring her every bodily reaction.  When the doctor first prescribes anal penetration, there’s little the helpless teen can do to resist.  But will the desperate teen be willing to accept Dr. Bauer’s final treatment—even if it involves the loss of her virginity and possible impregnation?

Warning: this 10,400-word story contains a helpless young virgin in the hands of a domineering doctor, reluctant bondage, medically necessary anal penetration, a girl’s amazing first orgasms, straps and vibrators, orgasm denial, and an ever-increasing intensity of examinations ending in rough defloration and a doctor’s seed deep inside a virgin’s womb.  Adults only!

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I glanced at the table—really more of a chair, stirrups to keep ankles high jutting up near the end—then back at the doctor.  “I’ve never done that...that sort of exam before,” I murmured.

Dr. Bauer released my shoulder and stepped back, looking me up and down.  “How old are you, again, Megan?”

I had to turn away from his piercing gaze.  “Eighteen,” I said to the floor.  “I just started at the college across town.”

“Ahh, well, it’s never too early to start having your annual checkups.”  He strolled over to the exam chair and began to adjust the angle and height of the stirrups.  “Don’t worry, we’ll schedule that for another time.  You came here for help with other issues, and that’s what I intend to solve.”  He patted the seat as a smile quirked the corner of his mouth.  “Now come on.”

I reluctantly pulled myself to my feet.  What have I gotten myself into?  I had expected an old nurse to ask me a few embarrassing questions then prescribe a pill or two and tell me to get plenty of sleep.  Instead I was about to spread my legs for an extremely handsome man, and I didn’t even know yet what exactly he planned to do.  The cool air against my shaved pussy reminded me that I was naked under the thin hospital robe.  Its short length didn’t even reach halfway to my knees, and the back was mostly open.

I crawled up onto the chair, feeling silly as I tried to keep myself covered despite what I was about to reveal.  As soon as I sat back the doctor gently gripped one of my ankles and lifted it into the stirrup.  From below where my ankle rested he pulled a thick nylon strap and wrapped it twice around my pale skin, pulling it tight before securing the velcro.  My heart skipped a beat at that, suddenly feeling very vulnerable.

“Is that part really necessary?” I asked meekly as he lifted my other ankle.

“Well, we can’t have you falling off onto the floor, now can we?” he said with a sly smile as he strapped my other ankle tight.  I tried pulling against them and felt fear flutter in my chest when I couldn’t move my legs at all.  I was trapped, spread open, and completely exposed.

Dr. Bauer sat on a stool and scooted himself until he was seated directly between my legs.  He expertly snapped on a pair of disposable latex gloves he had grabbed from a box.  I was nearly quivering with nervousness, my entire body tense.  I had never felt so exposed and at the mercy of another person.  He could have done anything to me at that moment and I would have been helpless to stop him.

I gasped as I felt his hand sliding along my inner thigh.  “Relax, Megan.  You look as though you’re about to explode.”  I looked down my body to see him smiling up at me.  “You’re here to make sure you have more pleasure in the future.  There’s no reason the process getting there has to be unpleasant.”  His hand slid up my inner thigh...

Punished by the Headmaster - book 3 in the Schoolgirl series

When Amber and her friends form a secret club to lose their virginity before the end of their senior year, it doesn’t take long for the inexperienced teen to realize that she’s no good at seduction. What’s worse, she’s caught and taken to the headmaster of St. Anne’s girls’ prep school—a stern man known for his unforgiving punishments. But when the first spanking turns into something dirtier, Amber finds herself both terrified and aching for more. Each time the young girl is caught, the punishment grows more severe—and innocent Amber grows more in need.

Will the petite teen learn her lesson and stop misbehaving, or will the headmaster be driven to the school’s ultimate punishment: taking the young girl’s virginity and impregnating her?

Warning: this 12,200-word story contains an inexperienced young schoolgirl’s loss of innocence, spanking, vicious punishment, first time oral sex, secret orgasms in public, shaving for the first time, help from a mature sexual woman, forced defloration and reluctant breeding, and a naughty teenage girl who can’t help but push the stern headmaster to his limits. Adults only!

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Bred by My Art Teacher - book 2 in the Schoolgirl series released

When Jenny and her friends form a secret club to lose their virginity, she has no idea what she is getting herself into. But when a visiting famous European painter makes her be the class's nude model, the teenage virgin at St. Anne's girls' prep school begins to discover what her young, fertile body is capable of. As the teacher's demands become dirtier, and their pre-modeling sessions grow hotter, it becomes clear that the sexy older man has more than teaching classes on his mind. Will Jenny be able to resist the artist's desires to fill her young, virgin womb with his seed, or will her loss of innocence become his new subject?

Warning: this 11,100-word story contains an inexperienced young schoolgirl’s loss of innocence, exhibitionism as a nude model, first time oral sex, reluctantly dirtier shows, virgin defloration and breeding, and one tiny young teenager who finds out what it means to be a famous painter's erotic muse. Adults only!
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I blushed, unsure what to say. If it hadn’t been for those smoldering eyes I would have assumed he was mocking me. No one had ever called me “beautiful” before—well, not like that, anyway. And yet, something about the way he drank me in with his eyes, the way his hands moved across me as though appraising every detail of a finely carved statue, made me wonder if there was something I just couldn’t see for myself when I looked in the mirror.

“You’re important to this class, Jenny.” The way he pronounced my name made me shiver, the sound rolling off his tongue like liquid chocolate, smooth and sensual. “This is more than just figure drawing. These are advanced students and we aim to capture something obvious but elusive. Something 
that you pour forth in your every movement.”

I had to admit that I hadn’t looked what class he was asking me to model for. All I knew was that it was at the boy’s school across town and that he was asking me to take my clothes off. What they were studying hardly seemed important.

“Sorry, Mr. Laurent, I guess I didn’t...um...read that part of the waiver.”

He raised his eyebrows fractionally, his hands pausing briefly on my small hips. Looking down into my eyes, he moved closer until I could feel the heat of his body through his crisp white shirt. I felt one hand slide lower across my stomach and I sucked in my breath...