Hairy Men In Briefs Novels & Stories

But they must change at least once every forty-eight hours or the gene in their blood will create havoc in their system. Hmm. She wondered what kind of havoc? "What do you think, Mischief? What would happen to them?" "Mrow." Mischief leaned back and rubbed her head against Jamie's tummy. "My thoughts exactly." "In human form the warrior men are extremely masculine. The hair on their head is thick and luxurious, their body is muscular but lean and they are endowed with a larger-than-normal penis." What? Holy shit! The pulse between her thighs woke up, thudding in her suddenly wet pussy and her nipples tingled as she stared at the drawing. How was it even possible something that large would fi

The hairy man said, standing from where he sat. The men laughed uproariously at the suggestion, obviously mocking him. " You think five thousand will buy her?" They asked in amusement. The hairy man ignored them. " She is worth five hundred grand" " Ten thousand!" A female shouted. I looked around the room and spotted a woman standing at the corner near the wall. Her brownish blonde hair was pulled up in a messy ponytail.The men around were already discussing the matter among themselves, no doubt deciding which one would win me over, and also showing their disgust towards the woman.But I wasn't paying any attention to them anymore, the thought of a woman being my new master freaked me. Men m

There were three in total. “Why does she still have clothes on?” One of the men uttered, looking at another man who was now coming down the stair behind me. I couldn't turn around and see him. He walked to the front, just near me. He wore crazy jeans and a brown tank top which I think was white before. Dirty skunk! “I wanted her to be awake so she can moan in our ears while we fuck her.” The man smirked and then took his hand to my ear. I wanted to punch him in the nose for touching me with his dirty hands.

Hugh," yelled Jane. "Seriously, Jane?" "What is bloody wrong with you?" "And watch those arms. It hurts like bloody hell. What are you, an arm wrestler?" Jane complained as they all went down the stairs. Catherine just smiled at them. How could someone resist the man anyway? He'd walked in today wearing a pair of white compression shorts that hugged every nook and cranny of him, of her, and of everyone else. The whole fucking class of women had practically breathed in heavily and bit their lips when he walked out to the front of the room with a massive bulge right there in his shorts. Okay, it was a little bit exaggerated.

She had always been curious about the world of p**n, and now she was finally getting her chance to explore it. Suddenly, the door swung open, and three massive men strode into the room. They were tall, muscular, and completely silent, their eyes fixed on the girls with an intense, predatory gaze. Lily's breath caught in her throat as she took in their impressive physiques. They were like something out of a fantasy, with bulging biceps and chiseled abs that strained against their tight t-shirts. The men approached the girls, their movements slow and deliberate. Lily could feel the heat radiating off their bodies as they drew closer.

‘Becoming a baby’s not my bag but it turns a lot of men on. Karen found herself in a sumptuous, candle-lit apartment, the curtains pulled across the windows. A man was bending over the bed, arse in the air, a large white towel spread beneath him. He was forty-something, well-preserved and handsome, and wore a taffeta frock tucked up to his waist, his buttocks and thighs naked, hairy balls dangling between them, the incongruous sight of socks and desert boots sticking out below. ‘D’you want to assist?’ Raquel asked Karen.

"That pudding is so smooth and perfect! Who made this?" I sighed in relief. They were talking about the dishes I'd prepared. Then, the men continued speaking, making my heart leap to my throat again. They said, "Why is there a woman's underwear here? There's a bra, too!" Oh no! I'd been in such a rush to hide earlier that I'd forgotten to take my bra and underwear with me! I held my breath and secretly opened the closet door a crack. I wanted to see what was happening outside. What I saw stunned me—three burly men stood outside, their torsos bare as they huddled together and played with my bra and underwear. Then, they shut their eyes and sniffed them, looking like they were savoring the mom

One of them is dressed as a cop, with the buttons of his shirt undone; another as a cowboy, with only a hat and pointed boots; another as a plumber, also shirtless; another as an executive, beautifully sexy; another as a doctor, all beautiful; and the last one is wearing only black latex pants and a whip in his hand, swinging it to the rhythm of the others. They look at us while they dance, with hungry eyes, beautiful faces chiseled by the devil, exuding sin, and those prominent bulges between their legs. "What the hell...?" Loraine gestures, mesmerized, just like all of us. "Are you crazy, Cayetana? This is..." "Hell..." Holly finishes with an invisible line of drool running down her chin.

The music in the room was lively, and people were dancing, but I enjoyed the men's company rather than dancing. I caught someone entering the room from the corners of my eyes and glanced towards the entrance. I saw a burly man making his way into the room, looking like he was searching for someone. He looked familiar, with the same height and build as Morpheus, but this man was clean and shaved, and his long hair was braided beautifully. He wore a dark waistcoat, dark breeches, brown stockings, and a long, dark furry coat. I shook my head. No, he cannot be Morpheus. He was attracting attention to himself as everyone turned their heads to look at him.

My hands moved to his butuon and zipper quickly while ath the same time, I strengthened my back before returning to my position the moment his cock sprang free. I don't know what came over me but I spat on his cock, head moving to take him doen my throat be he pulled away. “Keep my investors in mind” he hissed. I was almost at a fix when the men rose themselves, situating themselves well enough to see what we were doing. Two men were already fisting their cocks, pants loose at the waist, one was still struggling with an obvious boner while the last man with full white hair was pants down, cock swinging in the air.