My Hung Futa Boss... Is a Horse-Girl MILF (Part 1: Manual Labour)

By Stanley Sharpe

How people decided that Wildenarth girls love human men, I'll never know. Maybe they were the same ones who had it easy on Earth, as well. Two months here, and the only boobs I've seen have been on the girls I milk at Goldenfields ranch. And that's just business. But Sylvia is taking an interest in me, and I don't know what to do about that. She's gorgeous, despite being way older than I am, but even so, I know she's a futanari. Not that I have anything against them, but...I'm pretty sure she's literally hung like a horse...

• Language: English
• Publisher: Stanley Sharpe
• Release date: Sep 4, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005301392

Stanley Sharpe

Stanley Sharpe rarely goes a day without thinking about the beauty of the female form with the addition of a nice and preferably sizeable penis, and in particular, the eroticism of these lovely ladies engaging in plenty of dirty deeds with men (especially inexperienced ones!)If you're a fan of works that involve futanaris and men, you're in the right place. Stanley's stories cover everything from the lusty and consensual to cum-addiction dubcon to dominant revelatory noncon and with a healthy dose of sissification and gender-bending impregnation to boot.Stanley's current series of focus are "My Hung Futa Boss" and "Addicted to the Hot Futanari at the Gym", two five-part serials. This page will be updated as and when more tales are woven into the mix!(Stanley Sharpe is but one pen name, and the one to which current focus will be applied, of the author known as Thalaxian. While Thalaxian has many tastes that go far beyond Stanley's, they cannot be found here. Visit Thalaxian's blog - Lusty Literacy - to read some free examples of this wider range of works, and by all means let your interest be known!)

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My Hung Futa Boss… Is a Horse-Girl MILF

Part 1

by Stanley Sharpe

© 2022 Stanley Sharpe

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This is a work of fiction. All characters and events reside solely in the author's imagination, and any resemblance to actual people, alive or dead, is purely coincidental. All characters are eighteen years of age or older.

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This title is for adults only. It contains explicit sex acts, adult themes, and material that some might find offensive.

Manual Labour

Goldenfields is one of the largest ranches in the Great Forest, this expansive woodland which covers an area the size of Central Europe. It’s on the north-western side of Giltharn, the fifth continent of Wildenarth, where a collection of city-states and small nations agreed together with the United Nations of Earth to what’s now called the Two-Worlds Treaty.

Basically, freedom of movement between the two realms, these parallel dimensions, which allows for humans like me – Marcus Derrick, twenty-one, fresh out of university and wanting a more interesting gap year before work – to go somewhere clearly torn out of the pages of a fantasy novel.

Why Goldenfields? I couldn’t really say. The name caught my eye, and the pictures of the place. Rustic and charming, carved out of the woodlands themselves. Named for the distinctive colour of wheat they grow – and are very protective of – which came from one of the other continents. Not that they sell bread. It’s feed, for the various nonhumans that sell their bodies to the ranch. Supposedly, it produces particularly high-quality produce.

Because Goldenfields is a milk farm.

Presented with a selection of choices, all of them involving some degree of manual labour, I narrowed down my options to the various ranches, and Goldenfields won out. Ranch workers milk. And traditionally, that means both genders, because Wildenarth has a kind of omnisexual vibe to it, and apparently, it’s in vogue to consume both breastmilk – I suppose we do it on Earth, with cows – and semen – which we absolutely do not do – as completely mundane components of a diet.

But with the influx of humans, cheaper labour for the luxury of getting room and board, as well as the holiday appeal of going to this realm of fantasies, the ranches allowed gender-specific applications. As I didn’t find the idea of masturbating a centaur or minotaur all that