Author's Note 1: This is the first installment in a 5-part series. However, because of the long hours that go into creating such stories, I need to ensure my time is remunerated or else I will no longer have the time to create such kinky tales. Because of this, only the first part is available for free. I am not trying to extort you and if you do not wish to pay to read the rest of this series, I fully understand. However, please avoid leaving hateful comments as it will only make you appear uncivilized. On a lighter note, I hope you enjoy. Author’s Note 2: Although this story can be read independently, it was created as a follow-up to the Doggy Style and the Hung Like a Stallion series. For full enjoyment—and to avoid spoilers—please read Doggy Style (Parts 1-5 + Bonus) and Hung Like a Stallion (Parts 1-5 + Bonus). *** The sun was still low in the sky, having only recently risen from behind the horizon. Still, its rays were powerful enough to shine down upon the large city that stood beneath. Smack-dab in the center of the urban settlement stood a massive zoo. Though mostly an endless open field divided into different habitats by high fences, dozens of different-sized buildings riddled the zoo grounds. Casually strolling along one of the hundreds of paths that meandered between the different habitats was a hot, eighteen-year-old nymphomaniac by the name of Barbie Lez. As she walked by habitat after habitat, the animals contained within looked her up and down, seemingly …
Yes, Officer
I worked in a dry cleaners for almost ten years. I've seen it all. In that industry sex sells. Men pick up their clothes and they want to see a hot bitch barely dressed. They need her to flirt. You get deep in their heads asking 'how their day went?' Suddenly, you seem to care about them more than the trophy wife at home. If you want a rich husband, working at a dry cleaners is a good place to look. I don't do the suit and tie kind of guy. I had a boyfriend. Most girls cheated. We were all alone in a tiny store with no cameras. Fucking in the bathroom was practically a rite of passage. I worked at one location in the morning with a bunch of horny sex fiend women. Dear God, all we did was discuss who was fucking who and all the details. I was the shy one. I earned the nickname 'little lynn,' because I am really short. It's also my voice. I sound like a little girl. I have a hundred stories about my time at that store. My boss was a German lady who was totally a nymphomaniac. She knew only one customer caught my eye. It was so silly. He was the tall boy in my klndergarten class named mike. I was the pretty little girl in cute dresses. That was our only class together. But, it's strange how much a flve year old can remember. I grew up to be pretty hot. He was still out of my league. He was at least six four and built like a linebacker. My luck the fucker was a cop. Let's just say I had a wee problem with pot. Mike was also in the druog task f@rce squad. It was not a match made …