Angela Martin made it to her breeding season – 01

“You want this, Angela. You need this. A good fucking from these strong men…”

Though she tried to fight it, Angela felt her juices flowing and her nipples grazing their ever-petting hands. When she forced open her eyes, she saw Michael tossing his shirt aside. She really started then.

“I guess you like what you see, huh?” Michael turned back towards the awe-struck woman. Angela saw his bare chest – developed from more than just lifting beds and tables for a living. His muscles flexed with every smooth motion of his arms. Strength radiated from his perfect form, and his look towards Angela was one of pure desire – a prized catch – a toy to be played with.

“Yes…” Angela breathed, her mind quieted for a moment.

“Ha! That is the first straight answer you’ve given so far,” Michael laughed, and so did the men holding her – deep laughs that made Angela feel so small, and so much more like a plaything for them. She breathed even harder as he continued, “And you haven’t seen everything yet, Angela…” Angela thought he could merely tear off his workman’s jeans with those powerful arms, but he slowly unzipped them, making Angela squirm with anticipation despite her best efforts to resist.

“You’ve seen naked men before! Don’t lose your head!!” But her thoughts were muddled by the rubbing of her clit, the hot breath gusting against her neck, and the gnawing need growing in the pit of her belly. She had seen men before, Angela knew, “But not men like this…”

The foreman unbuttoned his jeans and stripped himself in a single motion. He stood tall in front of Angela with a smirk on his face. “Look boys, I think Angela has seen something she really likes!”

He was right – Angela’s heart nearly stopped at the sight of his manhood. He was hung, very hung – his veined shaft hung low between his legs, his testicles hanging lower at the base of his shaft, heavy from the weight of their no doubt huge load. The other’s cocks were stockier and fatter while his was longer and still thick. He outstripped his workmates by far with his symmetry and glory – theirs were the cocks of bulls, but his was a stallion’s.

“Oh my god….” Need shot through Angela’s entire body. She felt hot – hot from the men grinding their hardening members against her, hot from Michael’s wolfish gaze over her body, and hot from the burning desire that made her pussy drool down her inner thighs. Angela had stopped struggling. Her knees felt weak and ready to give out at any moment. She couldn’t help herself. Her resistance was failing.

“Mmm, I think Angela wants a taste of us, boys.” Angela didn’t move, even though a small part of her wanted to nod her head. More of her wanted to scream. Michael ran his hand along his length and looked into Angela’s eyes. “Time to get on your knees, Angela.”

“No.”

“I said get on your knees,” he said again, still stroking his cock.