Update/snippet

Hi everyone

The Package pt.3 will be out on the 4th of September

Thanks to all those who voted. The story following in October will likely be the 2nd part of the 'Community Service' finale. A Futa mom's punishment is ALSO being worked on, so hopefully the stories will be ready to go soon!

There will soon be a vote for people to say which stories they wish to see continued! A lot of different favourites, but I might pair it down to some of the main stories (late, F***ed, His futa auntie etc.) that are close to conclusion.

In addition, there might also be another vote for NEW story ideas from all level 1-3 patrons, similar to before, with the best being picked by our level 2/3 patrons.

Here's a snippet below of 'The Package pt.3'!

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Out in the suburbs, just before the houses began to slide towards mansions, and gardens turn from healthy squares to acres, a beautiful woman hung up wet clothes on a drying rack out on the deck of a canary yellow three-story house, just a little too luxurious to be quaint despite the maple wood deck and flowers arranged outside. A summer dress accented long legs and a buxom body, her southern bell looks easily enough to catch a neighbour’s eye.

Jackie placed another dress out on the rack.

She knew that she could use the dryer inside… but they had always hung clothes up outside the trailer during summer when she was younger, and it calmed her to do so.

A tendril of blond hair slipped from the bun she had placed it in, railing against the confines of suburban drudgery.

Her body worked instinctively whilst her mind wandered.

‘Am I a terrible wife?.....’

One of her husband’s light-brown shirts slipped through her fingers.

“Oh Dayum-it!”

She bent over, picked it up off the beautifully varnished wood, and burped.

“HHuurghhh!”

It was unlady-like and foul, and she felt a humiliating thrill run through her as the taste of semen rose up in her sinuses. Hands shaking, she smoothed out her husband’s crisp shirt that formed part of his sheriff uniform and glanced around, checking the neighbour’s far-off windows.

They wouldn’t know. Why would they? Of course a woman burping in her own back yard would not be suspicious… No-one could smell her breath from here! Despite this, a shiver ran through her body as her mind took her straight back to an hour earlier as she picked another of her husband’s wet shirts from the laundry basket.

There had been something significant about the look in the delivery woman’s eye as she smiled a friendlier smile than one would expect…

Manita. That was how she introduced herself, along with a more-than-personal hug.

Jackie felt warmth flow to between her legs, and swallowed saliva that now had a nasty hint of cum-smell mixed in.

Manita’s cum.

The memory of sucking a stranger’s cock an hour ago was so vivid that Jackie found herself unable to focus on the shirt she was resting dazedly on the drying rack, her mind plummeting back into that moment when Manita had stepped across the doorway and rubbed her arm.