Bestality Novels & Stories

I ask her when she’s just about done. “You mean you haven’t seen?” She raises her eyebrows at me in shock. “Seen what?” I shake mg head. “I forget, you’re basically allergic to your phone during the weekend.” She comes around to my computer and clicks on the internet icon. She doesn’t even have to search anything; as soon as she clicks on the search bar it comes up as a suggestion: “Banking Baron’s Princess A Stepmom”

Adam laughed at his, his lips returning to my neck as he pulled off his own shirt. "I think the word you're looking for is perfect," he said, his hands sliding up my skirt. "No." I said. "That's not it..." "Sexy?" "No." "Then what?" I thought about it for a moment. "Primal." Adam smiled as he pulled off his belt. "Darling, I can show you primal..."

Mom was already doing her thing hugging my woman and trying to calm her while Mindy brushed her hair with her fingers. I put them in the truck and went to see where my people were at with this shit. I had to put a leash on my emotions and clear my fucking head. The robot was doing her thing while the team stood a fair distance away. Tessie was a nifty little toy that DHS had paid millions for we have two of these shits. They can do in seconds what it would take a human minutes or sometimes hours to do. She evaluates the potential threat and dismantles it all by herself. If the rest of the world really believes that Americans are the dumbest fucks on the planet they've never seen inside the m

"By the way, Ms. Reid, we should give our base a name. What should we call it?" Hayley thought for a moment, then said to everyone, "Haylight Base. From now on, all of you are citizens of Haylight Base." The crowd straightened at once, their eyes filled with awe and devotion. Just then, a mechanical voice echoed in Hayley's mind. Ding! [Super Lord System activated! Territory naming complete!] Ding! [Base prosperity level unlocked! Current base prosperity level: 60! Reward: Resident loyalty increased by 10%!]

I wish I was there to lick you off. BESTIE : Okay, touch yourself baby. Me : Okay. BESTIE : Are you touching yourself? ME: Yes. BESTIE: Good girl. BESTIE: Tell me what you're feeling. ME: Wet. ME: So wet for you. BESTIE: Where are you touching? ME: Just… outside. ME: Circling. BESTIE: Slower or faster? ME: Slow. ME: Like you do. BESTIE: I love the way you feel when you're slow. The way you arch into my hand. The way you beg for more.

Alex was waiting outside with words of encouragement, “I know a lot is going through your mind right now, but you have to stay strong. At least until we get her back home.” I nodded and swallowed the saliva stuck in my throat. The next minutes was full of waiting for whatever package they were sending to the office to show up. My security team put a call through 20 minutes later and it was confirmed that a package was dropped through a discreet app called choreable, where random people were assigned tasks. I watched on video call as the content of the small brown box was opened. We all waited with bated breath until we saw the content. In that small box was my wife's wedding ring.

Jaz, Gabe thought with a fond smile, a woman after my heart. He lowered his head - he'd never lost a bet, and he was not about to start now. Jaz jolted as his tongue danced on her clit. Only his tongue at the tip of her clit. She almost started frothing at the mouth. “Enjoying yourself?” She swallowed quietly and tried to make her voice come out as normal. “You aren't doing bad.” Gabe laughed silently, his body rumbling. Pride wouldn't let her admit that she was having the time of her life, but he could tell from the little tremors that ran through her body that she was.

The sound seemed to echo throughout the entire school from the impact. I headed over to history class and sat down in my seat next to Haylie, my number one life coach and support. She looked me up and down. Her deep, russet brown eyes seemed to peirce into my soul, finding every secret, every feeling, every single detail and thought. Her little magic trick. It honestly scared the fuck out of me sometimes. "You good?" She asked, and a singular brow rose high on her forehead. I nodded my head. "Yeah, all good. Just Zach being Zach. Again."

I clenched around his fingers, cheeks burning with a mix of shame and unwanted arousal. “Are you okay, Val?” Damian asked, and Hurst chose that very second to pump deeper into me. “Uh…” I stuttered, steadying myself and failing woefully. “I'm… good.” Hurst kept it up, smiling at Mrs. Morales while fingering me steadily under the table. “You know, Val here is pretty good with massages. She’s always helping her volleyball teammates with knots and tension. She could take care of that back for you after dinner, if you’d like.”

The next phase came faster than expected. Bastion released Predictive Self publicly. Not as a threat. As a tool. “Understand your decisions before you make them.” “Improve your outcomes through self-awareness.” People downloaded it. Of course they did. Because it promised something irresistible. Clarity. In Helsinki, Elina Korhonen opened the interface again. She entered a simple question: “Should I accept the job offer?” The system responded instantly. You will accept. Confidence: 93% Recommendation: review long-term satisfaction metrics before confirming.