Breeding Stock

By Ariel Bruhl

Jennifer Conwy is desperate to get pregnant, but only by natural means. It’s why she and her husband, Mark, contacted the enigmatic Cora Acheson. Cora provided the very best breeding stock in the country: virile, potent young men who could give Jennifer the best chance of fulfilling her dreams. However, when the Conwys arrive at Cora’s impressive estate to begin proceedings, there’s something of a surprise. Because while Jennifer thought she would be serviced by just one stud, Cora had other ideas, providing six well-endowed hunks instead. Explicit, Illicit, 18+ Erotica.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Ariel Bruhl
• Release date: Feb 22, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005018689

Ariel Bruhl

Hi! I’m Ariel Bruhl, Your Naughty Neighborhood Smut Writer with Tales to Excite & Provoke.I Hope You'll Enjoy All The Filthy Fantasies I Have on Offer Here.But Have a Care!Everything I Scribble is Definitely 18+, NSFW, & Designed to Get You Hot Under the Collar From the Start!

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"Are you sure you want to go through with this, Jen? Mark asked as they sat in the car, the engine idling. If you want to back out, you still can."

Jennifer sighed. Not for the first time she flicked at the fringe of her blonde hair, and looked up at the sprawling manor house through the windscreen. Even over the course of the drive to get here, she’d wrestled with the decision she and Mark had made together, picking over whether she was crazy or whether it was their only sensible course of action. But now was the moment of truth. Now they were here.

Jen? Mark prompted.

Jennifer blinked and refocused. Then she looked across to her husband. No. I don’t want to turn back. I’m sure. Let’s go in.

And Mark nodded grimly, switching off the engine.

It was cold when they exited the car. Jennifer wrapped her long coat about her slim, compact body as they started across the gravel drive to the broad marble steps leading to the door. She was thankful to be swaddled in one of her favorite items of clothing too- an anniversary gift from Mark – considering the unconventional attire she was wearing underneath. But that was just another requirement stipulated in the agreement that made Jennifer even more nervous. It was partly why she hadn’t shown Mark yet, either. She was afraid, if she had, his reaction would’ve given her cold feet. And she didn’t want any distractions. Not now.

Climbing the steps, they arrived in the shadow of a huge, oak front door and Mark pressed the bell. They didn’t have long to wait. After a few moments the door opened, and they were greeted by a silver-haired gentleman in a simple black smock.

Ah! he said, with a welcoming smile. You must be the Conwys…

Mark gripped Jennifer’s hand a little tighter. Yes. I’m Mark and this is Jennifer.

Well, I’m Raoul, Ms. Acheson’s assistant. Everyone’s waiting in the drawing room.

Everyone? Jennifer said, throwing a look at Mark.

But Raoul gave no reply, still smiling, as he invited them inside.

The interior of the house was just as impressive as the exterior. Jennifer marveled at the beautiful expensive furnishings and elegant works of art. The grandeur was no surprise. It had not been cheap to be given the opportunity to be invited to the house, and once again Jennifer was thankful for how well the business she and Mark owned was doing. Otherwise, there was no way she could have afforded to be given this unusual opportunity.

Raoul led them across the hall and down a short wooden paneled corridor until they reached another door. As they approached, they