Nadia Nightside's Best of 2015

by Nadia Nightside

  God, if it meant just feeling his cock again...

  “I’m not...I don’t know.” She squirmed, lusting after him even as he placed her down on the mattress. His cock dripped down onto her legs. The heat was palpable. “Betty said...she said that I'm in charge of me. That...she said something about...being pregnant wasn't...like...something...”

  God, why were words so fucking hard? They were almost as hard as that monster fucking dick floating above her. Oh god, she wanted it so bad...

  “Really?” said Hank. “Betty's putting ideas into your head, huh?”

  Precum spurted down onto her thigh. There was so much of it. Like a river. God, she was so hungry. She needed to taste it, but...but...“...Betty said...”

  “Who’s your husband? Who’s your Man?”

  “You are, baby. Of course you are.”

  “Haven’t I always known what’s best?”

  “Y-yes. Of course you have. B-but—”

  “Then do as I say, all right?”

  Suddenly, Evelyn was above her, holding a sort of white helmet in her hands—the sort that they used for perms. Only it looked different. More wires and orbs. More high-tech.

  “Put it on, dear. We can’t do it for you.” Evelyn held it out, smiling brilliantly. Her milk dripped from her tits down over the top of the orb. If Cora put it on, the milk would run down across her face, into her mouth...she could lick so much of it up...

  Evelyn's voice dripped sweet sin. “I promise you’ll enjoy it.”

  “I promise,” said Hank, rubbing his huge hands over his wife’s tiny shoulders, “that we’ll take care of you. I’ll take care of you. And you’ll be a terrific mother for our daughters.”

  Daughters. He wanted daughters. Oh god, yes. Yes!

  With no more hesitation, she put the helmet on.

  Time seemed to slow down. Hank was saying something. Evelyn's tits slid on top of his shoulders, and she urged him downward. But Cora couldn't hear them. All she could hear was the thrum from the helmet. All she could hear was—

  Obey.

  On the mattress, she let her legs slide up and out. He was going to enter her. He was going to get her pregnant. She would—

  Serve.

  His cock slipped against her folds. And then, amazing her tinified brain, he was inside her again. His cock moved in and out, thrusting easily in her incredibly wet pussy. Evelyn's milk slipped past her lips finally, entering deep into her throat, warming every part of her. And she was going to—

  Please.

  Immediately biology began to take over. Her legs spread out wider, her nipples releasing slow, steady streams of milk. It was almost as blissfully warm as his precum. It was like her own body was trying to transform her, to get her hornier than she would have been otherwise. And his cock kept thrusting. His cock kept—

  Obey.

  Cora knew she was screaming from pleasure. Evelyn was smiling almost maniacally, appearing to take orgasmic pleasure in guiding Hank's body, covering his ripped, rugged body with her transformative milk. They were both dripping in white liquid. And Cora had to—

  Serve.

  There was nothing else but to—

  Please.

  She was—

  Obey.

  Serve.

  Please.

  Obey. Obey. Obey.

  Her mind knew only these thoughts. They were all that was left. They were all that she wanted. And as her mind filled of these hot, perfect wonderful thoughts—these amazing thoughts that were the only pieces of reality she ever wanted to have cobbling together the tapestry of her consciousness—her hot cunt was filled with her Husband's beautifully big cock. She could see him getting close. In the distance, she could herself chanting for his cum, chanting to get her pregnant, chanting in tune with Evelyn, both of them singing Hank's praises and begging for his cum, begging to get Cora pregnant, worshiping him like he deserved, begging for it, begging, begging...

  Her mind must have off from pleasure somehow during the moment. Because when she returned to conscious thought, her husband was gasping on top of her, his cock emptying its final throes of hot, spurting cum into her willing womb. Even these final spurts, though, were twice the volume of what Hank would have cum in his entirety just two months ago. Evelyn cooed in her ear, removing the helmet, telling Cora how well she had done.

  Her belly felt bulged already from the volume he’d dumped inside her. She felt so full of life.

  There was no mistaking it. She was already pregnant.

  * * * * *

  There was no point in trying to stop her, thought Jasmine. Clearly Betty had a mind of her own.

  The pretty young brunette rang the doorbell furiously. Fury was etched on her face. They both were dressed modestly in tight jeans and t-shirts. Jasmine wore a pair that she hadn't been able to fit inside of for six years. She felt rather proud of the way her ass looked in them.

  Betty's flat chest had started to grow tits. She looked pleasurably uncomfortable in her shirt, suddenly too tight for her.

  “You saw what they did, Jasmine.” Betty slammed on the door with one fist. “They had her in there all night long. All night long. Then they brought her back,” she jammed her finger down on the doorbell again, “this morning, completely unconscious. Just hung like laundry over her Man...her Husba...over that asshole’s shoulder.”

  She shuddered softly. Some trouble with her correction of Mister Vance’s titles, Jasmine surmised. She herself would have the same issues if she tried to say “Hank Vance” out loud. It was just nicer, easier, to say Man or Husband. They were such beautiful, wonderful words. She popped another little truffle in her mouth. She couldn't stop eating them. She hoped Cora had made more.

  “You think they drugged her?” Jasmine asked.

  “I know they did something. Something horrible. Why else be in that stupid salon all night?”

  They might have talked about this last night, but by the time they had finished their little stakeout, eating those delicious truffles the entire time, both of them had been too horny to do anything but run back home and cum. Jasmine knew Betty had done it because Betty insisted on telling her that was what was going to happen. They had to be open about their experiences, Betty said. It was the only way to fight what was happening.

  In all truth, half of Jasmine's six orgasms after their little adventure were dedicated entirely to thinking about Betty cumming just next door. So, she wasn't sure how much being open would help.

  They had tried, during the stake out, to listen to the Womaniac podcast to keep themselves awake, but the car radio's static kept blaring on. It was hard to focus. So hard. They were just women.

  Betty jammed the doorbell again, but Cora had opened the door. The blonde calmly grabbed Betty’s wrist, smiling gently.

  “I’ve heard you, dear. You can stop now.”

  Betty gulped slowly.

  Before them was not the forced, drugged, destroyed image of a victim that Betty had been going on about ever since dragging Jasmine from her house that morning (and right in the middle of a very satisfying pre-wake handjob with Gregory, to boot!). Jasmine herself had imagined Cora perhaps something like the damsel in a horror movie—her hair frizzled and wild, make-up streaming down her face, her skin pale, her body layered with bruises or worse.

  Instead, Cora looked pristine. Angelic, even. Better than ever. She positively glowed, like a young mother-to-be some three or four months pregnant. She wore a tight, form-fitting white silk robe, the globes of her breasts not even remotely concealed. Only her nipples weren’t showing, though they were clearly erect and pushing through the thin fabric. Her face had never looked more youthful or energetic, all hints of lines of worry or sleeplessness totally disappeared. And her skin! Her skin was healthy and tan, like she had grown up on the coast instead of in the arctic northern Midwest.

  She looked sort of someone who might be mistaken as the sister of that lady who ran the deli in town—Evelyn. Or her daughter, even though Evelyn barely
looked old enough to have children herself.

  None of the women in this town did, though.

  But the strange, wicked thought of imagining Evelyn and Cora being related somehow sent a hot little thrill down Jasmine’s spine. Cora having to be nursed by Evelyn...oh, yes. Now, there was a thought.

  “Cora?” Betty asked. “Are you okay?”

  Delicate fingers rose to her face, and Cora took a long moment to think about that, as if it were a difficult and important question.

  “Why, yes, dear. I’m wonderful.” She smiled brightly. Jasmine felt her knees go a little weak at the beautiful sight. She slipped another truffle into her mouth, letting the warm chocolate glow fill her mouth. “Why do you ask?”

  “It’s just...last night.” Betty cleared her throat. She looked embarrassed, now, and confused. “At the salon. I saw you go in, and then...you were drug out.”

  “Oh yes. Evelyn told me you two were being so good-girl detective! Snooping around and what not.” She shook her head sadly. “You’re going to have to stop now.”

  Shifting, Cora dropped the shoulders down of her robe, revealing her enormous uncovered breasts. No bra. No lingerie. Just huge, buoyant tits held up by what appeared to be magic.

  “Come here, girls. Have a good suck.”

  And just like that, Cora was pulling Jasmine and Betty into her tits on her front doorstep, where anyone could see.

  Cora’s hands were soft, warm against the back of Jasmine’s head. She felt herself giving in totally without understanding why or how. It just felt natural to suck at this lovely matron’s milk. It felt like the most wonderfully regular action to take for Jasmine to guide her mouth forward and wrap her luscious, glossy lips over Cora’s nipple.

  That she didn’t do just that, straightaway, stunned her more than the fact that she was asked to do it at all. Her head swam in arousal. Hot lusty scents emanated from the drips leaking out from Cora’s heavy breasts.

  The milk dangled tantalizingly over Jasmine’s tongue. She couldn’t help herself. Her lick was quick and effortless. The taste was so good. It warmed her to her core. Immediately she wanted more, but a deep, masculine voice sounded from inside the house, and she moved away.

  “Duty calls!” Cora giggled. “Husband? Duty? Get it? It’s a joke, my dears. Try and keep up.” She sighed softly. “You can have another lick whenever you like. And, oh.” She grabbed a bag waiting next to the door and handed them to Jasmine. “You two can share these. I'll talk to you later, okay? We have so much to discuss!”

  Inside the bag was an entirely new batch of truffles. Jasmine felt heated, chocolaty saliva fill up her mouth.

  “Unnh,” she said softly, only realizing that she was moaning audibly after a moment.

  Betty took her by the arm and guided her away from the door. Soon they were in the street, alone.

  “This is insane,” said Betty. “You didn’t lick any of it, did you?” Betty huffed. “I kept my eyes closed the whole time. I didn’t know how I would deal with seeing those tits that close up.”

  “No. No...no licking.”

  The truth was Jasmine felt sort of high, like the first few moments of dropping acid. Her stomach rumbled, and she knew instinctively she would be snacking on the bag of truffles all morning.

  “There’s only one way we’re really going to figure out what’s happening here,” said Betty.

  “Oh yeah?”

  She nodded. “We have to get into that Happy Hair Salon.”

  Other Books In This Series:

  Heir Salon 2

  Heir Salon 3

  # # #

  * * * * *

  Your opinion influences other readers and matters quite a bit to me! PLEASE leave a review on Amazon and let others know what you thought. I want to write what you love!

  * * * * *

  I think you’re pretty terrific for reading my naughty thoughts! Let's get in touch.

  You can:

  See the hottest new erotica releases from tons of erotica authors via my Facebook Author Page!

  See what’s happening with me on Twitter @nadianightside.

  And finally, enjoy some of my favorite dirty pictures and NSFW .gifs via Tumblr!

  * * * * *

  What's next?

  What other thoroughly hot stories about studly hunks dominating sexy, submissive babes has Nadia Nightside written? Wonderfully enough, there are lots and lots! Here's a few:

  Owned: The Secretary

  Haughty, vain Maria is turned on by nothing but power. She uses men like toys, but never lets them touch her heavenly body. Then she meets Robert—a shy, essentially normal fellow who can change the thoughts and bodies of others with a touch. He wants to hide his power, but Maria wants to worship him for it...with everything she has.

  Owned: The Boss

  The vain Maria's need to see her King, Robert, actually take his throne continues when she sets his sights on their boss Joslyn. Maria wants Joslyn to be Robert's fertile fucktoy, but Robert tries nobly to resist her urges. It's a battle of wills with only one possible outcome...outrageously hot sex.

  Owned: The Rival

  The startlingly gorgeous Maria aches to see her personal God Robert become the sexual, breeding God of every other woman beautiful enough for him to own. He's starting to come around to the idea, but they've still got to tie up a few loose ends...

  The Quarterback Forced Me

  Hipster beauty Joseline is cornered and trapped by billionaire alpha quarterback stud, Pace. He's brutal, he's ruthless, and he takes what he wants from her no matter what she says.

  The Rock Star Forced Me

  Hot-bodied college reporter nerd Kayla gets in too deep when she chews out golden rock star god Carson Poole. He'll forgive her, and save her college career, but only if she serves him in EVERY erotic way—and Carson doesn't give a damn what her wimpy boyfriend thinks about that.

  Get GREAT deals and save money on stories with these bundles:

  BARE Delights; BACK for more; STORIES for the Lusty

  No action is more sensual or heated than a man unloading into the unprotected womb of a fertile babe with his bare cock. Each and every one of these NINE stories features that very act—in threesomes, in group sex, in gang bangs, in taboo situations, and in SO much more.

  Boobalicious Bimbo Bundle

  9 startlingly sexy stories of tantalizingly terrific tit-heavy perfect “tens” doing whatever they can to please the magnificent alpha male studs in their lives with their mindblowing bodies and completely transformed, bimboized selves!

  Gang Lust Virgins

  There's too many alpha male studs needing to breed...and not enough hot women for them all to have one for themselves. The solution? They start to share, all at once, whether the women ask them to or not. It's gang loving like you've never seen before, done only the way Nadia Nightside can.

  Stories of Giggles And Lust

  Hot bimbo transformations abound in this bodaciously busty bimbo babe bundle! Three stories of gloriously sexy women enjoying their bodies to the fullest with the alpha studs and lucky fellows who can keep up with their fevered, lusty pace.

  The Knocked Up Lust Bundle

  This HUGE-SIZED bundle features six stories of fertile beauties and virile studs banging hardcore and consummating their lust in the most unprotected way they can!

  Love fun, sexy, free stories?

  Subscribe to the Nadia Nightside New Release Newsletter for a private link to THREE completely free stories available ONLY for subscribers! Not only that, but you'll receive exclusive access to regular special offers and discounts! It's free, it's instant, and you get hot, free stuff!

  Hope to hear from you soon!

  Did you love Nadia Nightside's Best of 2015? Then you should read Owned: The Rival by Nadia Nightside!

  The magnificently sexy Maria is close to achieving her perfect life—being the supreme queen to her god-like king. Her greatest erotic fantasy is about to become a sex-filled reality. Robert, an
otherwise normal guy, has the power to change minds and bodies with just a touch. Maria, captivated by his power, worships the ground he walks on, and won’t be satisfied until he’s surrounded by a harem of eager supplicant, succulent, servile beauties aching to please Robert in every possible way. His servants must be beautiful, eager, obedient, and fertile…and Maria will make sure they’re kept in their proper place beneath her.

  Robert’s so close to finally becoming the virile, heir-making God who Maria aches to worship—the God who will make her his personal, fertile love Goddess. But first, they have to take care of a few loose ends…particularly in the form of a nosy, nasty, gorgeous business rival named Estelle and the beautiful deputy she paid off to help her. Both are just begging to be transformed by Robert’s touch, with Maria encouraging him to remold their minds and fertile bodies every step of the way.

  Read more at Nadia Nightside’s site.

  About the Author

  For Nadia Nightside, life is all about sex, and sex is all about power and control. She spends all her time dreaming up hot new ways to delight readers with stories including these themes--whether they include science-fiction, fantasy, paranormal, or more realistic aspects. If it involves hot, steamy submission, or one dominant personality asserting just exactly how dominant he or she is, Nadia loves it, and she wants to write about it. She LOVES hearing from fans and hopes all day long that someone will send her an email so they can chat about what naughty notions she can include in her stories.

  Please consider signing up for the Nadia Nightside Newsletter. It’s free, and you’ll receive special discounts and THREE exclusive stories not found ANYWHERE else:

  http://eepurl.com/zl7dX

  Read more at Nadia Nightside’s site.