The Mena Babe and Her White Bull
Copyright© 2026 by Gigi Potemkin
Chapter 1
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 1 - A 5'4'' MENA babe is impregnated by a 6'8'', 880lbs White bull.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic Heterosexual Fiction DomSub MaleDom Rough Interracial White Male Cream Pie Facial Lactation Oral Sex Pregnancy Squirting Tit-Fucking Big Breasts Size
Something was different in the gym that day. She felt it. As soon as she stepped close to the gym, she smelled it in the air: the pungent, striking odor of ... male.
Potent male.
Like ... a crotch.
Like sniffing the fat, hung cock hanging limply from a sweaty, manly crotch.
A fat monster cock sleeping idly, softly between two potent, muscular legs.
Lick.
Lick.
Lick.
The princess licked her lips. Even just stepping outside the gym, feeling the soft sands of the beach under her tiny, delicate feet, she knew there was something new and unique—and manly—inside it.
A new arrival, perhaps?
It was too common, in that region, to have new people coming and going. It was the wealthiest area in the state, and one of the wealthiest in the country—in the world, for that matter—so new faces came and went with the mood of the markets.
In times of prosperity, newly-minted rich folks moved in.
In times of crash, many of them left, though some stayed.
Years later, when the new prosperity rolled around, so rolled in the new faces—and on and on and on indefinitely, just like the motions of the waves.
She wondered whether she would be one of the people going, one of the losers leaving, whenever the next crash rolled around. She had moved in just a few years earlier, and she was starting to get used to that place. To call it home.
An idyllic beachfront community. The wealthiest, hottest people in the world gathered there. To be there, it was like being a god. To be recognized as such.
A god.
A queen.
Or a princess.
She saw herself as one. “The Arabian princess”, many called her, though she was actually mostly Egyptian, with a lot of Mediterranean blood sprinkled in.
Almost everyone in that place was Whit, so she always struggled a bit to fit in—but when you’re hot enough, almost every sin is forgiven, and every difference is conveniently papered over.
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