(Part 2 in the Richard Saga.  Extreme sizes are a factor here.  Enjoy!) “ALL RIGHT MAGGOTS! FALL IN AND LINE UP!” I bellowed, noticing the way the boys giggled as they left the locker room and ran into place. I paced up and down my little Soldiers, high school seniors, all, their eyes locked to me as I inspected them. First day of class is the most important. This is where I have to establish myself as top alpha bitch or...

Diagnosis:Hung By Anastasia and Veronica Divine Interview days are, quite simply, exhausting. Placing my black framed glasses aside the tilted stack of applications and resumes, I leaned back in my high backed leather chair, my fingers caressing the corners of my closed eyes, pinching the bridge of my petite, slender nose, making sure not to muss my eye shadow. My full lips hung agape, my mouth drying with each deep, slow...

Here is a genuine short-hair brunette with nice big boobs and delicious shaved mature cunt. Well, I’m ready to give you an account about the most exciting moment in my lifetime, an unforgettable incident with Aunt Miller.  My name is Marcos, 20 yo, currently living in South America, in Pereira, Colombia.  This story isn’t a castle in the sky, but an authentic one, a genuine event that occurred to me. I’ve always been attr...

All Characters are 18 or older: Richard is a high school Senior   It was the morning that changed my life forever.   It started normally enough.   I got up and brushed my teeth, showered, spent too long toying with what to do with my long brown hair before finally setting on putting it back into a simple pony-tail.   I caught my reflection as I held it up, my arms behind my head, a real cheesecake pinup girl pose.   I cou...

I was club hopping, in the hopes that I might be able to hop some guy's club.The club would have to be a biggie, no simple night-stick or tonfa. I needed a massive weapon, that held authority and was wielded with skill.In short, I wanted a weapon of mass distraction, to distract me from Black's massive weapon.My pussy throbbed as I looked at myself in the mirror. If there is one thing on this earth that I can sell, it's s...

"There's something I don't understand." I murmured before drifting off to sleep. We'd been on the open plains for the day, and having finally tired from walking, were bedding down for the night. Oluth was beneath a bunch of my dresses and finery as a blanket. I was curled next to him, his massive limp cock draped over me almost like a blanket; it couldn't cover all of my flesh, but its pulsing heat was certainly enough to...

The kid was not leaving me alone.“Come on, just a quickie?” He looked at me with puppy dog eyes that betrayed the nice cock he was packing.The problem is that it was just nice, and I’d already had it, and I wasn’t going to take a beating for the same cock twice if I could help it.“No Michael. I’ve already told you, I thought it was your birthday, I’m not interested in doing it with you again.”He gave his hard package a he...

Chapter 3: Field MissionI hate field missions. For one thing, there's the clothing. I can't dress as devastatingly when I'm not in the Compound. Men trail me like lost puppies, women make attempts on my life, and officials have the embarrassing habit of arresting me just to see how my tits look with my hands cuffed behind my back. I also hate the lack of comfort zone. In my interrogation room, I control everything from th...

Sixteen inches. Sixteen fucking inches. Sixteen goddamned pussy-punishing inches.You can’t imagine how frustrating it is to have to deal with that. Trying to find a man that measures a foot and four inches when you can scarcely find two men of those epic proportions.And with proportions like mine, you’d think I could tame any man, no matter how big his dick was. 38FF cup tits, a slim 26-inch waist, and luscious 36-inch hi...

Looking back on that day now, from up in a corner as if looking down on a dream, I look out of place on the starched linen draped over my mother's Italian sofa, green tea steaming on the coffee table as she twittered about the room, wringing her withering hands. The room was pristine, bleached and sparkling, I sat precariously near the edge of the cushion, my long legs crossed, straining against my tight skirt. I sipped o...

Wrapping your head around the concept of finding a guy worthy after you’ve fucked Aaron Black is like trying to wrap your hand around his cock; it just doesn’t fit. I had changed. Not only was he on my mind all the time, but my mind was in a different place all together on men I met. I no longer listened to them when they talked, or cared if they stared at my jutting FF cup boobs, I just glanced to their crotches, and tri...

The Operative: File 02 by SizeQueenSupreme © Sgt. Ranier Braddock was a hard man. Too short for my tastes, appealingly layered with thick muscles though, and he would have been an interesting specimen. But he was also an asshole. He passed his first day of interrogation simply giving me his name, rank and serial number, no matter how I enticed him.At the same time, I was having trouble with Agent William Pierce, a matchle...

You can’t know what it’s like unless you’ve experienced it. Imagine like your whole world has narrowed to pinpoint clarity and that for a moment you can forget everything and know everything at the same time. Maybe it’s like what enlightenment is supposed to feel like, or perhaps what Eve felt when she first bit into the apple.Like Eve’s, my downfall was also delivered to me by a snake. Fat sixteen-inch snake that dwelled...

As he worked the sturdy oars once again, I sat demurely in front of him this time, utterly cowed by the power of him.I bought him with my money, but now it was he who owned me.I studied the great muscles for perhaps the hundredth time. The disc of his bicep was pumping with each stroke, my eyes widening appreciably in time.But somehow I tore my gaze from those engorged knots of strength to his equally impressive thews. Be...

"Good Evening my stud Agent captive." I said into the mic of my little booth.I could see him visibly shudder at my words.It's not surprising. My voice is a weapon, honed to perfection; just the right mix of breathlessness and husk, mingled with the dominating tones of a confident Queen. One of my subjects said that hearing it was like having a pair of soaked silken panties wrapped around his dick.I like to tease my victim...