My book series, "Sex Slave Game Preserve," with a heavy pregnancy and BDSM theme, is now available at Amazon by going HERE. You can see a sample at Amazon, or for a more extended sample, PM me and I'll send you roughly a quarter of the first book, "Serving Two Masters." The first book sets the stage, immersing readers in the BDSM adventure. The willing, pregnant sex slaves appear in the second book and are part of all other books. 

I will be adding additional volumes in the series over the next week or so, plus adding my other series about forced pregnancy, BDSM, pregnant sex, belly worship, oiling and soaping pregnant bellies, and slave/master relationships. 

Here's a taste of "Serving Two Masters" for your reading pleasure:

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                                                                                                                              Chapter III: The Desk in the Parlor
                                                                                                                                                  -o-
                                                                                            As a willing sex slave, I shall beg to be caned and whipped upon my thighs.
                                       As a willing sex slave, I shall beg to be caned and whipped upon my tits and most especially my nipples, without regard to nipple rings, a tit rod, or the size of my fake tits.
                                                                                        As a willing sex slave, I shall beg to be caned and whipped upon my ass cheeks.
                                                                                 As a willing sex slave, I shall beg to be caned and whipped upon my cunt lips and asshole.
                                            As a willing sex slave, I shall beg to be tied, restrained, chained, and to have spreader bars applied such that my cunt is available, exposed, and vulnerable to cocks.
                                                                                                                                                                                                                          — Mawson’s “Field Guide for Willing Sex Slaves”
                                                                                                                                                  -o-
“Father, did you have plans for this afternoon?” the young master asked, trying to ignore the house sex slaves as they obediently pawed at him and stroked his cock.

The father looked up from watching Trou squirm in pain. “Just our pleasure, son. At some point we will order these slaves to provide a fine noon meal, but I thought we might just enjoy using them a bit before that. After lunch, I thought I would give a tour of the Game Preserve for you and Trou. Did you need something?”

“I thought I might enjoy taking Fuckmeat, here. Now.”

His father registered a moment of joyous surprise. “Absolutely, son. She, like all the other sex slaves, is yours to use. Just because she is my wife and your so-called mother does not prevent her use. She did invite you there on the front porch, I remember.” The father seemed to emphasize the last thought, pleased with himself.

Fuckmeat, having shown her “son” around the room to acquaint him with the dozen-plus house sex slaves, was setting out the collection of massive, wide anal plugs on the coffee table for the Masters’ amusement.

Her Master reached out from his spot on the couch and flicked one of her nipples to get her attention. “Fuckmeat, why are you making my boy wait? He already told you a while ago he wants to fuck your black asshole. He just said it again.”

She looked up from her attentions to the anal plugs, not having heard either man. “What is it, dear? Do you want me to service your cock again? Or make a little snack?”

“Your ‘son’ wants to use you. He wants to fuck your shiny, ebony ass. This is embarrassing to me. You have made him wait. My son should not have to wait for any sex slave.”

“Oh, I am sorry, dear, I did not mean to embarrass you.” She fretted, now moving her hands meaninglessly over the collection of anal plugs, nervous and distracted.

“Well, it does embarrass me. He’ll think I’ve lost my control over you and my other sex slaves. And I haven’t. I possess you from head to toe, and your thoughts, too. I own your clit, your cunt. I own your tits, mouth and asshole.

“Never forget that!” The father was, unexpectedly, burning with anger. “Your first duty is to me, to pleasure my cock and balls. Your second duty, while my son is here, is to please his cock.” The father’s voice rose again. His hand agitated inside Trou’s cunt, and she whimpered and stroked the older master’s face to soothe him. “You make him think I am no longer the master of this game preserve.”

“I am so sorry, Master, dear,” Fuckmeat said, reaching out a hand to calm him. “I would not want our young man to think you were any less of a sex Master than you were 10 years ago. You are still strong, still clear and demanding.”

Her gentle touch seemed to calm him. Fuckmeat shot a glance at her “son,” whose face creased with worry.

“Just imagine,” Fuckmeat said to distract him, “it has been 10 years since your boy set out on his own, finding his own path as a sex master and helping the Preserve to expand.”

She straightened up and clapped her hands together, raising her shoulders, savoring the deliciousness of the younger master’s rise and eager to keep her husband-Master at ease. “And look at the beautiful sex slave he brought back to show off!”

For a moment the older master seemed not to follow her meaning. He looked down at his arm, buried painfully in Trou.

“You ramble, wife. I have seen his beautiful sex slave; my fist is deep in her worthless cunt for my own amusement. You are adding nothing to my enjoyment of my slaves or my son’s enjoyment of his visit.

“You have embarrassed me and delayed another sex master who already told you several times he intends to fuck you in the ass. You need to be punished.”
Fuckmeat nodded in eager agreement. “What can I do to make this up to you?” Fuckmeat asked, searching for his approval. “How can I suffer for your pleasure, my dear, my Master?”

“We will start with you edging for us,” her husband-Master barked. “Take the position, get that ugly cunt out in front for us. Rub your worthless clit.”
Fuckmeat instantly obeyed, thrusting her hips out so her cunt rings, bells, and chains jingled. She began rubbing her clit, difficult to get to behind the rings, but she was accustomed to finding it beneath the hardware she was forced to wear by her husband-Master.

For a long time the only sounds in the parlor were Fuckmeat’s frantic breathing and Trou’s moans. This was supremely hard for Fuckmeat, since she was almost always in a state of excitement in her deprived cunt.

“Tell us how close you are,” her husband-Master ordered.

“Very close, sir. Very close. I could cum at your command.”

“Then stop. Take your hands from your clit. I will give you one minute to settle down. Then I want you to fetch me the bullwhip and stand in the center of the carpet. A few strokes should help focus you.”
Fuckmeat, again, as always, was disappointed that she was not permitted to cum, but she did not show it. She withdrew her hand. Her cunt dripped with excitement, grasping at air in its obscene desire for a cock, any cock.

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Mike K
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Just a quick note that the next two eBooks are available at Amazon by clicking HERE. #2 is "Pregnant for My Master's Pleasure" and #3 is "Round Bellies for Two Masters." More are on the way. 

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Mike K

Book Four, "Plowing Pregnant Sex Slaves," is now available at Amazon. You can go to https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0BRL1YGPY and find all four, with more books coming in the coming days so you can keep cumming and cumming and cumming ...

As always for this very special community, if you PM me I can send you an extended preview of any of my books. 

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Mike K

Hey all, Book Five of my Sex Slave Game Preserve series is up and running on Amazon. Click HERE to go to its page. It's called "Bound Breasts and Pregnant Bellies." 

While you can get a preview at Amazon, for this great community I will gladly send an extended preview if you PM me. 

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Mike K

Just out today: Book 6 of my "Sex Slave Game Preserve" erotic series. This one is titled "Taken By Her New Master," and is available HERE. As always for my friends in this awesome community, I will gladly send out an extended preview from the book if you PM me.

Themes in this one include pregnancy, pregnancy fetish, infibulation, interracial sex, BDSM, and submissive pregnant women in the hands of dominating men. 

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Mike K

The seventh book in my series, "Sex Slave Game Preserve," is now out at Amazon, in Great Britain, America, and Germany. You can click HERE to reach the U.S. page. As with EVERY book in the series (those already up and those I will be adding), I will gladly send an extended preview to any other member here. Just PM me! 

British page? Go HERE. For Germany, go HERE. 

This volume is called "Milked for My Master's Pleasure" and features pregnancy fetish, lactation, submissives, dominant men, interracial sex, BDSM, bondage gear, and lots and lots of huge-bellied, pregnant women eager to give themselves over to men who enjoy their majestic, sweeping bellies. 

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Mike Kokadjo

The great reads keep on rolling. Book #8 in my "Sex Slave Game Preserve" series is out at Amazon and available in all world markets. The US edition is available HERE. This one, "Karova Complies," focuses on the arrival of a new, willing sex slave and then moves to scene after scene of not one but TWO pregnant, willing sex slaves servicing a visiting master. 

Here's a brief excerpt for your enjoyment: 

He stood and picked up the dress he had laid across the dining chair back. He held it up. “Karova, I want you to put on the bra and the lace panties. Then Natalia will help you into the dress.”
Really, for a Master who had only a brief time before whipped her asshole with a snapping, angry bullwhip, this was a trifle. Natalia’s plan had accidentally fit into a perfect moment of their day. He was, they thought, momentarily distracted by their cock worship.

“Is Karova keeping Master L.’s cum while dressing? I not want getting your delicious cum on nice clothings.”

Master L. flicked his finger toward Natalia, who instantly stepped in and carefully licked his cum from Karova’s face and stunning belly. She then used a tissue to neatly blot and tidy Karova.

Karova carefully removed the black underwear from the hanger and put it on, struggling with the bra’s front catch because she almost never wore clothes. She scooped her own ample tits into each cup of the bra. It cut low, very low: the top half of each areola showed.

Master L. stepped forward and pulled her nipples up, to free them from the bra. He would have her display them for his enjoyment.

She pulled up the lace thong panties and pulled again, moving the waistband higher until it was stopped by her enormous, pregnant belly.

And then, the dress, which she lowered carefully to the floor and stepped into. She pulled it up, ran her arms through the sleeves and turned away from Master L. Karova struggled to zip it up, her hands reaching back and barely finding the zipper. She turned her ass toward Natalia, to allow Natalia to zip her into it.

“Oh!” she said, as she turned back around to face them. The dress was simple, sleek, and unadorned. It fit her perfectly around and under her tits, a deep scoop neckline that exposed the entire upper half of both Karova’s large tits, her nipples jutting. The dress gave plenty of room for her arms. Nothing very remarkable about this simple dress. It was the dress’s front that caught both willing sex slaves by surprise.
Master L.’s tailor had skillfully removed a large oval section of the front of the dress, to allow Karova’s magnificent, thrusting belly to protrude. As Natalia zipped her into it, the dress clung closer to Karova’s skin, forming a neat, elliptical frame around her perfect, pregnant belly. It closed up underneath her pendulous belly and barely hid her cunt. The lower hem ended just below her cunt, not even as long as a micro skirt.

“It’s a dress straight off the rack but I had this modified to your measurements, Karova. Fuckmeat helped me get your numbers: tit size, height, all of that. You like it, eh?”
Karova felt overwhelmed. This visiting master gave her the opportunity to shower, then time to rest on the master’s bed as he throat-fucked her, and now he gave her this dress. She swallowed hard, as much from the overwhelming emotions as from the cum still lingering in her mouth. Master L. stunned her with his generosity.
She ran her hands down the sides of the dress. He was pampering her. She didn’t know why, but she didn’t care.

“Is very nice on me, yes? Karova’s big tits sticking out, nipples here for your mouth or fingers. Can show you my belly very very big here, cut out, you like my belly yes?”
She gyrated her hips a little and thrust her belly toward the master. He reached out and ran his hand across her protruding belly, then gently ran his fingers all around the hemmed edge of the front opening. He tested how closely it fit against her stretched skin.

“You look so slutty, Karova. You’re such a cheap whore,” he said, his voice dropping. She could see his cock leap and wag at her as he spoke. “I want to absolutely cover you in my cum while you wear that, Karova. You look so perverted.” 

Nothing in his voice suggested exaggeration or play.

If his words hurt the blonde sex slave, she did not betray her feelings.

“Karova here to service you, sir. You want to cum all over dress and Karova’s belly, I help you. Karova’s big round belly is for your cock pleasing. Karova here for your pleasures. Natalia and Karova, we are for you humbliated sex slaves.”
Master L.’s breathing became harder and a little irregular. His cock twitched up and a bead of precum appeared. Natalia could see his balls moving in their excitement.

“If we agree we are done with lunch,” he said, his voice still low and seeming to be full of emotion, “I wish for you both to submit to having your thighs whipped, cropped, and caned. You both deserve it. You’re both worthless whores, eh? Humbliated. Charming.”

Natalia sucked in air. She was still struggling to figure out exactly what made Master L. tick. One minute he was almost solicitous, kind, careful. And now he was degrading both of them, raining harsh words down on them. Natalia had been with him since his arrival yesterday. He’d taken her between her tits, in her asshole, mouth, and cunt. Only her mouth avoided a cumload.
He’d even fucked her ass cheeks, shooting cum up the length of her back and into her hair. He unloaded cum two of the six times on her pregnant belly, forcing her to walk about the bungalow wearing his cum while she tidied the already tidy bungalow.

As she had moved about, he called her over to his spot on the couch every few minutes, to look at his cum displayed on her round belly. He murmured insults at her, talking about how ugly her cunt was, how her belly wasn’t big enough, how her tits were mismatched.

Then he sent her off to neaten the decorative, untouched books on a shelf, wipe off a dustless coffee table, or straighten the straight paintings on the walls. Back to him between each meaningless task, to thrust her pregnant belly out and show him that his cum was still there. Back to little chores.

That morning, the start of his first full day out of 21 at the Preserve, he’d brought out his bullwhip, a riding crop, a cane, and a switch. The cane was substantial and as thick around as one of Natalia’s nipples. The other was a sassafras switch, as thin as a coat hanger and some three feet long.

Natalia, who had helped Master L. unpack upon arriving at the bungalow, had put away several riding crops and a handful of sassafras switches. She knew he was a master who preferred to beat his willing sex slaves. She knew about Karova’s dress, though she hung it up yesterday without really looking at it.

She, like Karova, had been part of the Preserve long enough to know many masters had their little fetishes and desires. Dresses, lingerie, ropes, particular foods, specific phrases or words.

While Karova was servicing Master W. down the bungalow path, Natalia was submitting to small samples of his deviancy on that first afternoon: light grazing flicks of the switch on her palms, the bottoms of her feet, her arms.

When he changed to the bullwhip, Master L. was careful to avoid her tits, her belly, and her legs. He’d tossed out a few small insults at Natalia, testing the waters.

He’d eagerly subjected her ass and the lower part of her back to the effects of the whip. But he was skilled with the whip and was able to avoid any of her flesh he wanted unmarked.

Natalia came to realize she served as an opening act to Master L., getting him accustomed to the Preserve and the games he could play.

Now with Karova present, he could proceed with full gusto. And so both compliant sex slaves listened to his insults pepper their ears. They followed his small commands. Move here, stand here, turn this way, and push your two pregnant bellies together.


Any member of Preggophilia who would like an extended preview of any of my books can PM me through here and I'll gladly send it, free. 

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Mike K

"Sex Slave Game Preserve" book #9 is out at Amazon. You can access "Taking His Sex Slave's Adult Daughter" HERE, but you can also enjoy this brief excerpt below: 

Chapter One: Pony Cart

“You may recall, my fine boy,” Fuckmeat said, calling up to her “son” from her position on all fours in the cramped pony cart, serving as her “son’s” cart seat, “that you spent several years in one of the outer cottages. Your mother — your real mother, not me — raised you there for several years. Then …” her voice dissipated.

By the use of the short bullwhip, her “son” and the Sex Slave Game Preserve Master clucked and encouraged the willing, harnessed pony girl sex slaves, all three obscenely pregnant, to pull the cart faster.

“Then she left,” Fuckmeat resumed, “and your father, my first master, my husband, ordered me to treat you as my own son. The cottages are still there, all in a line behind the picket fence. I am sorry it has taken us so long to get you out here, to see them. I wonder if you remember any of the cottage neighbors.”

Her son struggled to focus on words coming from the woman he treated as both his mother and his best sex slave. He sat on Fuckmeat’s ass, holding the pregnant pony girls’ reins with his right hand and using his left hand to tug on Fuckmeat’s cunt rings.

His hand hung down over her ass, finding easy purchase on her cunt, asshole, and cunt jewelry. Every few seconds he also ran a finger or two into her ebony asshole.

He stared hard at the delectable asses of the three pregnant pony girls struggling to pull the cart down the rough path toward the distant dots of cottages, near the edge of the Preserve. In the proper fashion of a Preserve Master, he wore only hiking boots and woolen socks, his rampant cock pointing skyward and feeling the warm air of the late summer’s day.

The pony girls were naked in their halters and braces, their hair tied up and back, in the proper fashion of willing sex slaves. Perhaps Fuckmeat selected and harnessed them randomly, but the three pregnant pony girls seemed to display a spectrum of skin tones, from deep ebony on the Master’s right side of the pony cart to a lighter brown slave pulling in the center to a pale pink slave on the left, all with gleaming anal plugs glinting at their Master as they pranced.

“I remember young girls on either side of our little house,” the Preserve Master answered, his gaze fixed on the pony girls’ asses. “Why do you ask? Surely they are older and moved on.”

“Well, yes, many move on. We use the outer cottages for two purposes, my darling boy. When a pregnant, obedient sex slave finally delivers the results of having her cunt stuffed full of cum, she can recover for eight weeks in a cottage. Your little Karova is in one now, getting back to her ideal shape and weight for a willing sex slave. She’ll be fuckable soon enough.”
Fuckmeat tried to shift, to relieve some of the pain her “son” inflicted on her both with his hand on her cunt and with his body sitting on her hips and ass. Her nose ring, as big around as a bracelet, hung down and swayed with every move of the pony girl cart.

“The other use of the cottages is for a little longer, darling boy. The infant girls we do not place for adoption are raised in complete innocence. We give them to their mothers to bring up here in the distant cottages, far away from the activities of the Preserve. They are screened from everything by the thick woods, the wide path, and then the picket fence.

“They are right up against the stone wall and never see or are around any of what we do down on the main part of the Preserve” Fuckmeat said. “The little girls know never to go beyond the picket fence, never to cross the wide path, and especially never to go into the woods.”

“They grow up like I did, then?”

“Yes,” Fuckmeat answered. “When they turn 18, they can decide for themselves what their future holds.”
Fuckmeat struggled to steady herself as the pony cart hit a rut in the dirt path. Her “son” was seated directly on her ass so her thighs and knees absorbed most of his weight, but the tug of her cunt rings and chains added to her suffering.

“Like the one you will meet today, when they turn 18, they are given a choice. The Preserve only takes willing sex slaves, my sweet, big-cocked ‘son.’ They can choose to venture out, free to explore the world and discover their own delights.

“Or they can stay here, as willing sex slaves, where they are cared for, and used, and violated, and surgically enhanced, and cleaned out, and tied up, and fucked, and degraded, and fed, and treated for illnesses and wounds, and humiliated, and housed.”

“They continue to live with their mothers, then?”

“Their mothers are your submissive sex slaves, too, but they earn their own cottages with a few years of dedicated service to the Preserve Master’s cock and the cocks of visiting masters, and the arrival of their daughters. Whether they get pregnant with one year’s service, the five-year plan, or from being here 10 years, we take care of them and their daughters.



As always with the generous members of Preggophilia, I will gladly send you an extended excerpt of ANY of the nine books if you PM me. 

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Mike K

The hottest book yet in my ongoing series, "Sex Slave Game Preserve" is now out at Amazon. The US link is HERE. This one picks up on the obscenely pregnant, willing sex slave Karova, and all she does to try to get noticed by the Preserve Master. I will gladly send an extended preview to any member of Preggophilia who PMs me, but here's a short sample:

Chapter One: Two Choices

Karova ran her hands over her majestic, pregnant belly as she picked her way across the wet and slippery stones of the glen. Barefoot, naked, she struggled to make her way back from the glen — from a scene of intense sexual submission at the hands of a visiting master to the Sex Slave Game Preserve — to her beloved Master’s bedroom before dark. Her own body was unmarked, her magnificent belly heaving as she moved.

No, her beloved Master now seldom laced her belly with switches, canes, whips. He seemed almost caring about her, something she was not familiar with. But distracted as she was with thoughts of her Master, she’d readily handed over riding crops, bullwhips, paddles, and floggers to the visiting master in the glen as he punished three willing, pregnant sex slaves for his own pleasure.

Only a few months before this spring afternoon, Karova had returned from her exile in the outer cottages. The Sex Slave Game Preserve’s young master had visited the almost perpetually pregnant sex slave many times during her time of isolation, a time intended to let her body recover from her last delivery.

A mere three weeks after she spilled her mewling charge from her gaping cunt (an act witnessed by eager visiting masters, Fuckmeat, and her own Preserve Master but without benefit of any medical professional — the pregnant, willing sex slaves of the Preserve were hardy souls) Karova felt her Master’s cock drive into her once again.

Into her mouth. Into her asshole. Into her aching, still-sore cunt. Hot spurts of his cum found her every opening, over and over.
It was, Karova knew, how life unfolded at the Sex Slave Game Preserve.

As the days ticked down to the official end of her five-year contract, he visited and invaded her more and more often, with greater and greater animal savagery. He’d even been willing to wear clothes as he moved through thick woods, across the wide path, and through the gate of the picket fence. The innocent daughters of Preserve keepers, relegated exclusively to the cottages, never glimpsed him without shirt and pants.

Karova’s assigned cottage was perpetually cloaked in the scent of her Master’s cum. Her body, still depleted by the agonies of labor, was slick with his musky cum. Her cunt and asshole oozed her Master’s cum almost constantly, even as she was supposedly resting from her recent ordeal.

Karova took to bathing three times a day, a luxury afforded her in the outer cottages and nowhere else on the Game Preserve.

The cottages were the exclusive province of willing sex slaves whose pregnancies finished in grand style. A scarce few were, by their own choice, used hard by visiting masters even through their labor, events whose video recordings routinely sold out through the Preserve’s business office.

Some, like Karova, pushed out their burdens before eager spectators, then saw the tiny progeny disappear from the Preserve to find eager, adopting hands. These rare sex slaves slipped away to the cottages to recover in peace and quiet.

Some, like Karova’s nearby cottage neighbor, raised their female offspring in innocent isolation until those daughters came of age and could choose to remain as sex slaves or venture out into the unfamiliar world beyond the Preserve walls.

Thanks to constant monitoring, the woods, the path, and the picket fence, at no time did any innocent daughter see or hear anything that revealed the true nature of the Preserve.
This prohibition against disclosure also meant Karova was forced to be quiet as her Master visited time after time, taking her labor-wracked body for his own enjoyment. Not a sound could slip beyond her cottage walls to pique the curiosity of the innocent daughters in the neighboring cottages.

On the very day Karova’s contract ended, her Master visited and used her eleven times in the daylight. Behind thick curtains and thicker doors, Karova’s body was completely awash with his strong-scented cum. As she felt another explosion of his hot, white cum deep in her cunt, she realized he was doing far more than taking advantage of his dwindling time with her.

He was compelling her to realize the bond she risked if she accepted the offer from the Canadian master, the visitor who’d dangled a lucrative contract, an impressive cock, and a massive set of balls in her face.

If Karova chose to turn herself over to the Canadian wheat farmer and live another five years in submissive isolation on his wheat farm as his obedient, eager and willing sex slave, she would gather riches.

She would be paid handsomely for every moment of suffering under the Canadian master’s hand, balls, and cock, even if she grew pregnant three, four, even five times in five years’ service to him.

In her five years at the Sex Slave Game Preserve, Karova had carried six pregnancies. The issue of those pregnancies were less important than her remarkable physical appearance in being pregnant. With her previous Master following the same rushed approach her new Master used, and her cunt accessible to any visiting master, she’d taken countless spurts of cum deep into her cunt and grown large for men’s pleasure.

Most visiting masters cared nothing at all about the future of her burden; they only wanted to fuck the beautifully round, full Karova in all her obscenely pregnant glory.

Karova’s ready willingness to open herself to their thrusting, hungering, grinding urges — her bounteous tits growing heavy with milk, her swollen belly ballooning before her delicate, petite frame like some perverse, outsized addition to a tiny home and her flowing blonde hair — these features all conspired to make Karova constantly alluring to visiting masters and the Preserve Master.

Karova took some small comfort knowing the issues of those six pregnancies had been carefully and promptly bundled off to be given to grateful hands desperate to adopt.

But with the visiting masters, Karova never hesitated to obey their commands, despite her sometimes awkward imbalance and precarious positioning to raise her leg, spread her ass cheeks, and take a master’s cock into her hormone-thick cunt or tightly gripping asshole.

Karova never put her own carnal desires, comfort, or even safety before the needs and whims of the countless men who invaded her mouth, cunt, and asshole with grunting abandon. If a man wanted to use her for his own pleasure, she performed exactly as ordered, any time, in any setting.

Supremely popular with visiting masters, Karova grew accustomed to wearing nearly constant glazes of men’s cum on her body and in her hair but most especially on her bulging, ripe belly. Karova’s hugely sweeping belly was the target of attention and cum dozens of times a day.


Remember, PM me and I will send you a couple more chapters, or an extended preview of ANY of the books in the series. 

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Mike K