Novels by Mha Nitta

I am Dr. Dickem Down, a 44-year-old plastic surgeon with a penchant for the taboo. My patients are a who's who of Hollywood's elite, but my true passion lies in the dark corners of the BDSM world. I crave the power, the control, the sadistic pleasure of dominating willing subs. And today, I've set my sights on a fresh piece of ass at the mall.The air is thick with the scent of perfume and desperation as I stroll through the crowded corridors, my eyes scanning the herd for my prey. That's when I see her – a slim, thick Evony clone, her fake tits straining against her too-tight top. She's pushing a cart full of cheap makeup and designer knockoffs, her ass swaying hypnotically with each step.I follow her into a secluded corner, my cock already hardening in my slacks. "Hey there, sweetheart," I purr, my voice a low growl. "Looking for a real man to play with?"She turns, her eyes widening as she takes in my chiseled jaw and piercing gaze. "I...I don't know what you mean," she stammers,

The air was thick with tension as Cassie stood outside the wrought-iron gate of Tim Donigan's sprawling estate. She had been here before, knew all too well the depravity that lurked behind those polished doors. Tim was a wealthy man, a successful businessman with a penchant for the perverse. He was also a heavy drinker, and Cassie had seen firsthand the way alcohol unleashed the beast within him.She took a deep breath, steeling herself for what lay ahead. The money was good, always was with Tim. But the price...the price was steep. She had to remind herself of their situation, the crushing debt that hung over them like a dark cloud. Their mother's addiction had left them with no choice, no way out. They had to pay the dealer, or else...Cassie's thoughts were interrupted by the sound of her name being called. She turned to see her younger sister, Blake, hurrying up the driveway. Cassie's heart sank. This couldn't be good."Cassie, wait up!" Blake called, her voice breathless as she a

Sarah, a 49-year-old woman with an insatiable appetite for pleasure, stepped into the dimly lit nightclub. The pulsating beats and flashing lights energized her body as she made her way to the bar. Her massive, heaving breasts strained against her tight, low-cut dress, drawing the gaze of every man in the room.As she ordered a drink, a tall, muscular man approached her. "You're absolutely stunning," he purred, his eyes fixed on her ample cleavage. "I'm David."Sarah smiled seductively. "Sarah. And thank you, darling." She took a sip of her martini, her tongue darting out to lick the rim of the glass. David's eyes followed the movement hungrily.Suddenly, a commotion erupted near the stage. Two identical women, both with long blonde hair and voluptuous figures, were locked in a heated argument. Their huge, silicone-enhanced breasts bounced with each angry gesture."Those are the Johnson twins," David whispered in Sarah's ear. "They're infamous for their titfights."Sarah's eyes widene

Katrina, a stunning 38-year-old woman, sat on the couch in her modern suburban home, her mind filled with dark, taboo desires. Her son, Mitch, was away at college, leaving her alone with her twisted fantasies. She had always been a dominant woman, both in her personal life and in the bedroom, but lately, her cravings had taken a disturbing turn.As she lounged on the couch, sipping a glass of wine, Katrina's bladder began to fill. She set down her glass and stood up, her silk robe clinging to her curves. Instead of heading to the bathroom, she walked over to Mitch's bedroom and knocked on the door. "Mitch, honey, are you in there?" she called out, knowing full well that he wasn't home.She entered the room and sat on the edge of his bed, running her fingers over the comforter. The scent of her son's cologne still lingered in the air, and it made her pulse quicken. Katrina's mind raced with depraved thoughts, and she knew exactly what she wanted to do.She stood up and walked to the ba

The sun hung low in the sky, casting an ominous glow over the small village as the annual catfight tradition began. Villagers gathered around the makeshift arena, their eyes gleaming with anticipation. This year's match-up promised to be the most intense yet – Shirashi, the village's reigning champion, against Aika, a mysterious newcomer with a reputation for being as ruthless as she was beautiful.Shirashi stood confidently in the center of the arena, her long black hair swaying in the breeze. Her husband, the Narrator, watched from the sidelines, a mix of pride and worry etched on his face. He knew his wife was a formidable fighter, but there was something about Aika that made him uneasy.As the two women circled each other, the tension in the air was palpable. Shirashi struck first, lunging at Aika with a flurry of punches. But Aika was quick, dodging each blow with grace and precision. The two women traded blows, their bodies slick with sweat as they battled for dominance.But it

Lucas was a star kicker on his high school football team, known for his powerful leg and keen eye. His best friend and fellow kicker, Kyle, was a close rival, with the two often battling for the top spot in practice. Despite their friendly competition, they remained the closest of friends, united by their shared passion for the game.Kyle came from a wealthy family, with his father Brian owning a successful construction company. Brian was a stern but fair man, with a commanding presence that demanded respect. Lucas, on the other hand, hailed from a humble background, his family struggling to make ends meet.One day, as the two friends were playing hooky from school, they found themselves at Kyle's lavish home. Lucas was in the kitchen, helping himself to a drink, when he accidentally knocked it over, spilling its contents across the floor. On his hands and knees, he began to clean up the mess, his face mere inches from the sticky surface.Just then, Brian entered the kitchen, complete