My Hung Futa Boss... Is a Horse-Girl MILF (Part 2: Stallion and Mare)

By Stanley Sharpe

I can't stop thinking about her body. About the futanari's equid excessiveness, so richly scented and so undeniably virile. Sylvia was always beautiful, always appealing, but now? Now I can't help myself. I came here wanting to get laid, to bang monster girls, but I didn't imagine they'd be packing like Sylvia. I want more than just this irregular aid I give her, helping her produce for customers. I envy those stupid pails that end up carrying her superb stuff! I've never envied an inanimate object before, but here we are. And now Kylai, one of the ranchers, seems to think that Sylvia has been dumping a load of excess "milk"? But then that would mean she's been getting my help just for the sake of it. Which would mean she's interested in me, like I am in her...

• Language: English
• Publisher: Stanley Sharpe
• Release date: Sep 13, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005245474

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 2

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.

No portion of this work can be reproduced in any way without prior written consent from the author with the exception of a fair use excerpt for review and editorial purposes.

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

Stallion and Mare

I don’t know what to do.

All I can think about, after the manual labour from earlier, is Sylvia. Sylvia’s gorgeous face, Sylvia’s killer curves, Sylvia’s enormous equid dick and fat flavoursome balls. But it’s so confusing. The sexy stallion seemed, at the end there, to treat it like it was nothing but business. And here I am, horny as sin, wishing it was something more. Wondering if, maybe, somehow, it wasn’t just professional.

It keeps me up at night, giving me a rough start the following morning. When I’m doing my rounds, carrying a couple of pails of traditional milk – from Cirenel, one of the dairy centaurs – the clopping of heavy hoofs startles me.

‘There’s my favourite ranch hand,’ Sylvia says, in that pseudo-Southern drawl, warm and affectionate. I turn to find her standing in the middle of the corridor, hands on hips, in a solid red crop top that shows off bountiful cleavage, and a pair of knee-length shorts that aren’t quite baggy enough to hide her equid endowments. ‘You did such a fine job yesterday, hon. Really, stellar. The customer was particularly pleased with the quality of the cream, and it’s all thanks to you, Marcus.’

Her emerald eyes, warm and generous, wear the same smile as her ruby-red lips. Today her ruddy blonde hair is captured in a long ponytail, its appealing waves dangling down behind her shoulders. Sylvia’s anthropoid horse face, beautiful and exotic, shows nothing but sweetness.

It really does seem like the eroticism of yesterday was all in my head.

‘You’re welcome, Sylvia,’ I say, trying to maintain eye contact. ‘I was glad to help.’

The gorgeous futanari stallion smiles that much more warmly. ‘Could I maybe ask another favour of you, hon?’ She casually twitches her thumbs. ‘What with these playing up again?’

And in no time at all, we’re back in the milking room, a cushion on the floor for me to kneel upon, and I’ve got a faceful of horse-girl testicles. The rich musk of her heavy hangers, dangling across my cheeks while I hastily pull at her prodigious prick, sates that crude part of me that finds her so effortlessly enamouring.

‘Good boy,’ Sylvia says, moaning. She clicks a hoof against the tiles, her equid erection throbbing fiercely against my hands. ‘Milk Mama. Pull out that–ughn–cream.’

‘Mhm. Mumph.’

Schlep. Schl-fap. Schlup. Schl-fap.

I allow myself to completely disappear into the act. To balance her big balls against my face, to motorboat them, to suck on folds of her sack and lap hungrily at the lascivious lumps which jiggle and sway against my skin, possessing such humidity and hugeness. Sinking my fingers into her pole, milking her, provokes a perverse sense of gleeful glory. This is manual labour, for her, but for