Taming Ms. Steele
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Bella Beaumont
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Books 1-3
Table of Contents
Title Page
Punished by the Stud
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Back in the Saddle
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Stable Full of Stallions
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
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Punished by the Stud
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Bella Beaumont
Taming Ms. Steele Book 1
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or, if real, are used fictitiously.
Copyright © 2019 by Bella Beaumont
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Taming Ms. Steele Series
Punished by the Stud
Chapter One
Jennifer Steele hadn’t gotten any in quite some time. She was antsy to get laid. And it didn’t help watching those fresh, tight young bodies strutting around her house like Greek gods.
From the couch, she tried to keep her eyes on the Real Housewives of Beverly Hills—no, wait, now it was Vanderpump Rules. She had lost her focus and missed the ending of the Housewives episode playing on her big flatscreen TV mounted on the wall, across from the couch.
Oh well. She had much better eye-candy roaming around her house at the moment. The strong biceps and sculpted calves of the young men in her house made her hot and bothered. She tried not to show it, but felt her face getting flushed.
She fanned herself and side-eyed the kitchen to her right.
Her son, Ethan, was at the fridge, getting out some Gatorades. He had invited some of his football buddies over before practice.
Jennifer loved it when her son invited his friends over.
It gave her something to look forward to.
Even though she was a recent divorcee, she still had needs that had to be met. Ever since splitting up with Eliot after she caught him with a younger woman, the only thing that had met her needs was the Hitachi Magic Wand she kept in her nightstand drawer upstairs. That snatchblaster could really get her going.
Sometimes she brought a little pocket-pleaser to work—her We Vibe G-Spot buzzer—because things tended to get a bit boring being stuck inside a law office all day.
But there was nothing like the real thing—Jenny yearned for it, needed it.
She ached for warm, hard cock.
Her 36-year-old pussy was still tight and wet and pretty. She probably had Eliot’s little pecker to thank for keeping her vagina narrow for so many years.
She was far from drying out. Hell, she probably could pop out a few more kids if she really wanted to. But she definitely didn’t want to.
She was a bit pissed that Eliot had cheated on her with a younger woman, but probably not for the normal reasons. She didn’t feel jealous, per se—If you want to suck on that little rod for the rest of your life, more power to ya, girl—but just disgruntled. Like, how dare he? Who the hell did he think he was?
Any girl that Eliot could land would be a step down from Jenny Steele. There was no doubt in her mind. She had the looks: messy blonde hair and high cheekbones, an ass that wouldn’t quit, tits the size of watermelons, and legs longer than a country road. She wore the right outfits: skimpy dresses and powerful, hip-hugging business skirts; stilettos and fuck-me shoes.
But somehow Eliot had found a 20-something who wanted his little peen, and he was willing to cheat on his grade-above wife to get her.
It was probably the money he had, of course.
But Jenny didn’t mind too much. She had a bevy of nubile young studs in her house right now, and every time she glanced over at the kitchen, she caught one of the boys checking her out.
She was intimidating. It made her smirk because whoever’s eye she caught quickly burned red and looked away, utterly embarrassed.
She liked having all the power.
But there was one boy who would eye-fuck her and wouldn’t burn like a cherry tomato if he got caught lookin’.
Colton Cunningham.
Jesus, just that name exuded power. It rolled off the tongue . . . just like how Jenny wished her clit would roll off his tongue.
She knew she shouldn’t be having dirty thoughts about Colt, because he happened to be her son Ethan’s best friend. They’d grown up together.
But it was difficult for Jenny’s mind not to revert to sordid, hot lewdness when she rested her eyes on the boy.
The kid was less of a colt and more of a stud. Pure and simple, he was a thoroughbred young man of amazing qualities.
A scene that always played in Jenny’s mind, which she would never admit and was insanely ashamed of, was when Ethan and Colton were younger.
Like, way younger, which is why she kept the memory to herself.
Back when they were boys, they did everything together. They played sports together, they played video games together, they tried to hit on girls together (though Colton had much better luck than Jenny’s poor son in that aspect). They cut the umbilical cord a bit through high school, but now that they were both seniors and on the varsity football team together, they were once again active in each other’s lives.
Sure, Ethan was the kicker on the team, while Colton was a star wide receiver, but Jenny was just happy that Ethan was on the team! She had ulterior motives for being happy about Ethan making the squad, of course, but she was also proud of her son.
Anyway, one time, probably during one of the weird phases that pubescent boys go through (Jenny never asked), the two of them were getting changed, up in his bedroom, to go swimming.
And Jenny happened to “accidentally” walk in on the boys just as they were changing.
They had b
oth been as naked as the day they were born, and they couldn’t have been more than . . . well, Jenny didn’t want to remember how old they’d been.
She never asked, but imagined they were “curious” about the other’s endowments.
But even back then, she distinctly remembered the huge, flaccid slab of cockmeat that hung down between Colton’s legs, perched over a healthy pair of smooth, giant nuts. It was an adult-sized cock. Very adult.
Her son hadn’t been so lucky—he must’ve gotten his little weenie from his father—but Jenny couldn’t take her eyes off the rugged thing hanging from her son’s best friend’s pelvis.
Or maybe Colton had just hit puberty before Ethan. Hell, the boys had been like four-and-a-half feet tall back then!
But Jenny had gotten a good look at what was to come, and Colton’s life looked bright.
Her eyes had bulged at the sight, Ethan had chastised her with a high-pitched “Mooomm!” after she’d stayed in the doorway a little too long (“star-gazing”, as it were), and she’d never forgotten the moment.
For years she tried to tell herself that it had been an honest mistake, going up into Ethan’s room, that she just wanted to make sure her son was doing everything above board . . . but she really didn’t know.
Had she gone up to check on Ethan and Colton because she’d known she’d get an eyeful of dick?
Well, it didn’t matter anymore—she didn’t have to feel so bad these days, because Colton Cunningham was all grown up . . .
Sort of. He was 18 years old, just like Ethan.
Which meant he wasn’t a minor, and that was the most important distinction. He was a man now. A major man too: beautiful, fit, tall, hung . . .
The list went on.
Colton had all the good qualities that a boy could seemingly have. It made sense that his girlfriend was the hottest girl on the cheerleading squad. He honestly lived a movie-star-quality life—shining football player with a beautiful, supportive cheerleader for a girlfriend.
It made Jenny want to puke.
Actually, it made her want to fingerblast herself to the steamy imaginations of those two nubile young bodies rutting against each other like snorting pigs in shit.
Colton and Gabriella Evans made a handsome pair.
But Jenny knew she had something that Gabby wouldn’t have for years: experience. Also, much bigger tits.
But, yes, experience.
Truth be told, she wanted to slap that little girl down and pull Colton away by his huge cock. She wanted to lead him upstairs, to her bedroom, and she wanted to let the young stallion mount her like a common bitch.
Jenny wanted to teach Colton everything she knew about pleasure and hardcore fucking, and she wanted to do it now!
But Ethan and Colton and their two friends were on the way out the door.
A frown crossed her big, full red lips as she watched them walk, Gatorades in hand.
“Bye, Ms. Steele!” Colton said with a wave over his shoulder, standing in the archway of the front door.
Jenny’s eyes narrowed on his strong body: his curly brown hair that almost went to his piercing gray eyes, his bulging pecs and biceps. He was a little over six feet tall and possibly still growing.
She had to take him all in because she knew it might be the last time she saw him for a little while.
After a moment, she realized she hadn’t said anything. She cleared her throat and yelled across the room. “How many times do I have to tell ya, hun? Call me Jenny!”
Sitting on the couch, she crossed one thick thigh over her knee and smiled at the handsome boy, showing her pearly white teeth and the deep dimples in her cheeks.
Colton flashed a winning smile and shrugged a bit awkwardly, blushing. His strong shoulders tightened up as he flexed, and it made Jenny stir.
“It’s not right, Ms. Steele. Mom didn’t raise me that way,” he said.
Jenny sighed inwardly. That was another winning quality about the big cocked football star—he was so very kind.
His three friends were already ahead of him—Ethan was at that age where it was embarrassing to get coddled by Mom, much less say “bye” to her, when he was with his friends.
Jenny’s son was also a kind boy, but he had his faults—hormones being chief among them.
That being said, Jenny had an inkling that her house was the “party house” for one simple reason, and it also had to do with the hormones raging around in her young son’s loins. Or, rather, her son’s friend’s loins.
The boys loved checking out Ms. Steele. She was that sexy, divorced mom with the huge tits and fat ass that every teenaged boy lusted after.
Jenny let Ethan believe that Colton and the others wanted to hang around at his pad because he was the cool friend. What harm could it cause, letting Ethan think he was the big man in town?
But the truth was much more obvious: Ethan had a hot mom.
Jenny loved it.
Ethan’s mom has got it going onnn—
Her eyes stayed on Colton as the boy turned around, and she watched his tight ass sashay right out the door.
Then she was alone in the house, with only the screaming bitches on the TV to keep her company.
Well, them and her pussy plunger.
It was time to make use of her toys, and she knew she’d be thinking about Colton’s fat cock ravaging her the entire time.
God, she wondered, as she stood up from the couch and headed for the stairs, how big is Colton’s meat missile these days?
Her curvaceous hips pumped left and right beneath her hugging red dress as she marched up the stairs, her ass shaking, her mind lost in tunnel vision.
A girl can dream, right?
Chapter Two
Jenny peeled off her tight red dress, watching herself the entire time in the full-length mirror positioned across from her queen-sized bed.
She smiled as she shook the dress free from her elegant shoulders, then removed it down to her tummy. She unclasped her bra and let her huge tits bounce free and spool out in front of her like two ripe melons. They were round, full, and natural—as big as her head—and they naturally pressed against each other, creating a crevice of deep cleavage. Her nipples were still perky despite her age, with small, pink areolas and hard, pointy ends. Her tits were so big that her underboob reached down to her stomach, despite having barely any sag to them.
The dress came down further and revealed her tiny waist and wide hips, bustling out of her dress. A strong man with big hands might be able to reach all the way around her flat tummy and touch fingertips, while the same man would have trouble nestling her drastically curved hips.
Her bulging ass was bigger around than most men’s hips could ever hope to be. She reminisced on the numerous fucks she’d had where her toned buttcheeks would sink over and around a man’s pelvis every time she slammed her ass down on a cock, enveloping the man in warm, hearty flesh, her ass rippling with powerful waves.
She kicked off her high heels and struck a profile pose in the mirror, flexing her shapely calves and stupid thick thighs. There was hardly a breadth of a gap between them, which was great when she was getting eaten out and wanted to wrap those large head-busters around someone’s face.
Jenny took her flimsy pink panties off, struggling to stretch them around her wide ass before letting them fall to the floor around her ankles.
She crawled onto her bed on all fours, like a dog, and then looked over her shoulder, back into the mirror. The reflection showed her bulbous, exposed ass, and she reached behind her to spread her cheeks and take a look at her tight, puckering asshole.
Her hairless pussy slit was tight and wet underneath her asshole, separated by a small stretch of taint. She felt herself getting worked up and let out a small whimper as she let go of her asscheeks and they slapped back together and wobbled in the air.
She crawled across her bed and reached into her nightstand drawer, coming out with two things: her trusty pussy rumbler and a thick, seven-inch blue dildo.
With both items in her hands, she flopped down onto her back, propping herself up onto a pillow so she could watch herself in the mirror.
Her tits spilled out to her sides. She spread her legs and put the toys down, deciding to go manual with it, at first.
Her right hand slithered down her wide hip, down her slick pubic region, and stopped at the flesh on the inside of her thigh. It was warm and soft.
She slowly worked her way up, caressing her thigh and hamstring. Then she massaged her puffy pussy lips and felt the wetness grow inside of her. She bit her bottom lip as she played with her vulva and slowly, gingerly, prodded two fingers inside her pussy.
The warm wetness enveloped her fingers immediately. With her left hand, she kneaded her left tit and fondled the big mound. First she squeezed her tit and let her fingers disappear inside the embedded flesh, then she circled her fingers around her little nipple and pinched.
“Ah!” she yipped. The reflection in the mirror showed a horny MILF ready for action, ready to get plowed.
As she fingered herself and picked up pace, finally deciding to stick a third finger inside of herself, her tit-massaging hand instinctively went down to her pussy and started rubbing her clit.
She could fiddle her skittle like no other, and it wasn’t long before she felt the first wave of cosmic bliss envelop her body.
Jenny was an easy cummer, which made most of the partners she’d had in her life very happy. Not only were men generally only aware of their own satisfaction and orgasms, but she could force herself to cum when she knew her man was getting close.
Right now, she imagined Colton taking off his football gear—his pads, jersey, undergarments . . .
Colton was in the locker room at the school, surrounded by other young, fit, naked bodies.
When the young men in Jenny’s daydream turned around and faced Colton, their free cocks all hung limply between their legs, big and menacing.
Jenny smiled to herself. She wondered if the school’s football team was called the Mustangs because all the boys on the team were hung like horses.
She sure hoped so.
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