Sasha Cream: 5 books

He wanted a cow that he could get all the delicious cream from night or day. I was willing to be His cow. Turning myself into a large-bosomed, horny, cream-filled slut has it's advantages. But now I had to wean Him off the store-bought cream - and onto my own brand. Would He become the strong, dominant cowboy that I needed and put me in my place? Read on to find out!

I was going to have Him no matter what it took. By hook or by crook, He was going to ravage my body. He was mine. I was going to get knocked up with His seed. I just had to figure out how to pull it off.

It happened swiftly. Testing my boundaries as a newly-minted 18-year-old, I pushed Him too far. Walking past his room with nothing on, he ordered me inside, shut and locked the door then proceeded to punish me for my insolence. Punishment that included more than just spanking.

Getting Him to let me become his mistress was the easy part. Making sure She didn't find out was going to be MUCH harder. Especially when She caught us making out. On the plane. Uh oh. Now what?

Ever since She left, He just hasn't been the same. He's been moping around the house, not going out and just generally putting all his focus into work. But I see the way he looks at me. I see the way his eyes pop out of his head when I bend over and show him my ample cleavage or jiggle my firm butt inches from his face. Yeah, He's got it bad. He needs a woman. He needs me!