Mother Superior Book 2: Decisions LIVE

It’s alive! The vamp is back. Mother Superior Book 2: Decisions is available online. My vampire series moves along with this installment. Diavola, the futa Mother Superior, has to decide her next move in the fight against the vampire Aurora. The decision shocks Diavola’s assistant/lover Sister Shannon. Didn’t shock me. I read my outline. What would you do with the choice: eternal youth or certain death?

I flesh out… so to speak… my vampire mythos with the transition ceremony and first feeding. Warning: blood is involved.

[NOTE: a question has been raised about the photo I used on the cover. Just to protect myself I will be uploading a new version. The link to Amazon will remain the same.]

Blurb

The aging futa Mother Superior Diavola has a decision to make. Stay true to her calling as the facilitator and mentor to young futanari as they enter their new lives, or to toss it all aside for the siren call of eternal youth.

As she and her faithful African-American assistant prepare to meet their adversary, the vampire Aurora, the decision had been made. The die was cast and their adventure was about to begin.

This is a 7,300-word story containing futa and vampire sex. There will be blood.

Excerpt

The ceremony begins. Ancient beyond comprehension they stripped their clothes and tossed aside. The dark room couldn’t hid the bodies framing their sensuality. Futa and vampire melded into one. Aurora’s arms wrapped the nun from behind, one hand sliding across warm flesh to grasp a giant breast as the other took a firm hold of the futa cock jutting proudly.

Long incisors sank deep into the neck with an audible pop. Mother showed no reaction, no indication of pain. Instead she held her neck bent at an angle in surrender. Aurora at first closed her eyes in ecstasy as hot blood poured into her mouth The first swallow was always the sweetest.

Sister stared, mouth agape. It was almost obscene, like the vampire was making love to her superior, her friend, her beloved. Their intertwining of limbs as Mother reached to grasp Aurora’s ass completed the tableau. Precum poured from the dark red cock onto the floor. Sister licked her lips. Tasty. She hated to see the waste.

After several minutes Aurora pulled away, delicately wiping a smudge of blood from her lips and licking a stained finger. Shannon grew weak in the knees. On one hand she wanted to grab the knife and drive it into the monster’s heart to protect her loved one. On the other she desired to be lying under their bodies allowing their juices to dribble into her mouth.

Explore with me the growing relationship between Mother Superior and her Maker, Aurora. They are just getting a good start on their adventure. Book 2: Decisions on Amazon.

Review of Mother Superior Book 1: Futa v. Vampire

I don’t mind telling you I was nervous when Bryce Calderwood posted a review of Futa v. Vampire. It was his books starting with Enthralled that got me interested in combining the futa with the vampire. His take… oh my friends… was unlike any vampire tale you have ever read in your life. No elegant vamps in tuxedos. I had to be sure nothing of his seeped into my own ideas.

So his 4-star review thrills me. I’m on the right track in building the legend of my own ‘creatures of the night.’

New! Bryce Calderwood reviewed Mother Superior Book 1: Futa v. Vampire Hot and erotic vampire/futa September 21, 2016 A good beginning to a promising series. Tons of constant futa action. Interesting vampire lore. Enjoyed it a lot. Ready for the next!

I will be posting book 2 to Amazon today.  Just finishing up the edits when I ran across this review. I had to take a moment to squeee. Thanks, Master. I kneel at your workstation. (Bryce does DD/ls BDSM, too.)

Learned Something

If you take a futa and add a vampire, your readers will like it. My new book is sitting at a ranking of #25. Whoopee! Blood suckers and cum slingers rule! At least for a few hours before it will plummet. But until then…… squeeeeeeeee

Mother Superior Book 1: Futa v. Vampire LIVE

(Can you call a book about a vampire LIVE? Just a point to ponder.) Regardless, Mother Superior Book 1: Futa v. Vampire has indeed gone live and is available on Amazon. Mother Superior (Futanari Convent Book 1: Transition) starts a new series with this entry. As the gatekeeper to futadom, shepherding young ladies into their new life after metamorphosis, Mother is beginning to feel her age. Her young wards have gone on to successful careers trumpeting the rights of the futanari while she remains.

In the seat of power — Washington — a young lobbyist flush with a legislative victory finds herself with six missing minutes after a walk home. Why are six minutes significant? And since Mother is in DC for a TV interview the lobbyist’s doctor contacts her with concerns. Those concerns set actions into motion that power the rest of the story.

Back in the convent, Mother is revitalizing herself by having her young assistant make love to her… futa love… messy love. When informed of yet another attack she is determined to find and kill the creature once and for all. But after meeting the beautiful red-head, will she be able to go through with it?

Blurb

An aging Mother Superior Diavola has left the Futanari Convent to visit her proteges in Washington, DC. She is proud of the success they are having pushing forward the futa agenda. But while there disturbing facts come out. A vampire is attacking futa and taking their blood. Can Mother cease making love to her assistant long enough to find and stop this creature before it attacks again? She pours over ancient texts seeking the method for destroying it. But after meeting the beautiful red-haired vampire, does she really want to? Is there another path they can take?

This is a 6,600-word story about a sexy futa, her equally hot associate and a gorgeous vampire temptress and contains explicit sex between mythical creatures.

Excerpt

“Now watch.” With a flick of her eyes Sister stood, her large breasts wobbling. She walked to Aurora, turned her head and bent to one side presenting her neck. The vampire delicately held an ear aside. With an audible pop her teeth sank into the flesh. Her throat muscles worked as she sucked the blood. Sister made no indication there was any pain.

Mother was transfixed at the sight. She found it oddly erotic, this exchange of life-giving fluid. Aurora held Sister closely, a hand cupping one of the breasts hanging enticingly from her meal. A small trickle of blood escaped her mouth and traced a crimson path against the rich dark skin.

A few minutes passed with Mother finding herself aroused at the tableau before her. Unconsciously she moved her engorged cock to one side so she could delve into her drooling pussy. Aurora was aware She closely watched Mother’s motions even as she massaged Sister’s swollen nipples.

Aurora pulled free, a finger swiping the remnant from her lips, smacking loudly. Then she wet her finger and wiped along the bite marks. They sealed instantly.

“So you feel it, don’t you,” she said, watching Diavola explore her womanhood. “You feel the sensuality, the passion of sharing life for however long that sharing takes. You’re beginning to understand.”

Sister had begun to feel herself, hands trailing over her body, writhing. Her breasts swelled against her palms and a low moan of passion came from somewhere within. Mother echoed her as Aurora smiled.

Join me for this ride as Mother wrestles with morality and mortality. Book 1: Futa v. Vampire at Amazon. Oh, and how about the book cover… too subtle?

Bryce Calderwood Review of “It’s A Futa Life Book 1: Fresh Start

Holy cow, I’m always honored when someone the calibre of Bryce reviews one of my books. He gave Fresh Start a 4-star review and I’m squeeeeing all over myself. I’ll clean that up later.

Hot futanari erotica with great characters September 3, 2016

A hot and hopeful read about a futanari who finds herself falling for a female cop and then almost loses her. I think it would be fair to call this romantic erotica rather than “just” erotica due to the developing relationship between the futa and cop. Erotic romance as a label might be going too far. It does hit some romance plot points but it’s pretty solid erotica. Ms. Belucci does a good job of hitting all the aspects to futanari sex that futa lovers love about it. The writing is highly competent and economical where it counts, and I don’t recall seeing any errors.

Thank you, Bryce.

It’s A Futa Life Book 3: Celebration LIVE

Well  I did it again. I went and finished It’s A Futa Life Book 3: Celebration which tells of Cynthia, the futa and her lover, Anna, the deputy sheriff. I just can’t help myself. In Book 2 (Book 2: Interruption) a terrorist had broken into Cynthia and Anna’s house to commit a heinous murder as part of a campaign of fear. Cynthia heroically ended that in a hail of bullets. Now in Book 3 they are spending their time in each other’s arms. Basking under the sun, a friend from the office stops by to see them. Before she knows it she is in the midst of a threesome. Awww, poor thing. And that’s just the beginning of their sexual adventures.

Blurb

The aftereffects of the horrendous occurrence of book 2 are over. The crime scene is cleaned up. The deputy sheriff, Anna, is spending her days delightfully in the presence of her futa lover, Cynthia. Sun, beach, their love grows physically and emotionally in delightful ways.

When Jen from the office stops by their beach house their life takes a fun and sexy turn. Does this mark a change in their relationship? Or just an addition. And when they meet an exciting redhead will they invite her to join in?

This is a 7,100-word story about a sexy futa, her deputy sheriff lover and their expanding universe of sexual fun and games. It contains futanari, threesome sex, oral, anal but NO BDSM.

Excerpt

They sat side by side on the bed anxiously watching the bathroom door. Robin had arrived earlier with a small suitcase. That had surprised them but also peaked their curiosity. It was night. The French doors leading out to the deck were open wide, inviting the cooling sea breeze in.

“This is going to be fun, love,” Anna said.

“I think so. I never knew I would enjoy this kind of thing, but Jen was such an eyeopener. I thought maybe we should try again.”

“Good thinking. Life is too fucking short.”

“By the way, though. Just so you’re certain about something,” Cynthia said, turning her body to Anna’s. “I love you. I love you with my whole heart like I’ve never loved anyone before. I cannot imagine a life without you. Not to dwell, but when I thought you were going to be killed a little piece of me died. My life is yours, darling. My heart is yours.” Anna teared up and started to say something when the door opening caught their attention.

The shy, demure redhead from the diner stepped into the room. Her body was covered from ankle to neck in shiny black latex. The moonlight reflected from the skintight costume highlighting every subtle curve. And there were many delightful curves to highlight. Her impossibly high heels made her loom tall, taller than either Cynthia or Anna. Her copper hair was slicked and pulled tight to her skull.

She took a wide stance just short of the bed facing the two gaping women. Holding tightly to the handle of a long riding crop she smacked it noisily into her gloved hand. The sound made both of them jump.

“Now, bitches. Where shall we start?

So there you have it. I’m thinking seriously about a Book 4 where they really explore their dark side. I’ve also come up with a solution to my conundrum concerning Mother Superior (Futanari Convent) and a vampire with a taste for futa blood. So while I decide, enjoy yourself with It’s A Futa Life Book 3: Celebration.

 

It’s A Futa Life Book 2: Interruption LIVE

It’s A Futa Life Book 2: Interruption is available on Amazon. And I should make a fortune off this book. I posted it onto Amazon while hunkered in an evacuation shelter using my iPhone as a hotspot for my iPad to fill out the New Title Checklist. My perseverance alone should count for something LOL. (I live in Apalachicola, Florida. Hello Hurricane Hermine.)

Anyway, this is book picks up where Book 1 ended. Cynthia the futa and Anna her deputy girlfriend have declared their love after a bomb attack. What the story expresses said is true: do not put off expressing your feelings to those you love. You never know what can happen and when. You would regret it.

So their love blossoms and, of course, hot sex ensues. Always. But into this idyllic life comes the terrorist looking to spread fear, choosing the lone female cop as his focal point. Will Cynthia be forced to watch the execution of her lover? Will she be able to stop it?

Plot

Cynthia the futa is relieved when Anna returns home safely after a terrorist bomb attack. Realizing how life can change in the blink of an eye Cynthia determines to declare her love. Her heart bursts when Anna returns the emotion. From that time on they are unable to keep their hands off one another.

They unwittingly put themselves in danger as they become targets. When Cynthia is attacked in her own home and strapped to a chair, forced to watch the murder of her lover, how will she be able to prevent the tragedy? Can she stop it?

This is a 7,300-word story containing a sexy futa, a hot lesbian, and sex exploring the unique futanari genitalia from all angles.

Excerpt

Anna had kicked off the covers during the night. Most of her body lay exposed to Cynthia. Fingers traced a violent history. There were some cuts and abrasions from the bomb the day before. She traced some larger welts along a muscular thigh, on one calf, and a long thin scar across her upper chest.

A trembling lid indicated Anna, too, was waking. When her gray eyes opened she found Cynthia’s hazel pupils mere inches from her. As if she was inhaling her exhale. She started, then flashed her trademark blinding smile. She has the most perfect teeth, Cynthia thought.

“Mornin’, dear,” Anna said, yawning and stretching noisily. “Whatcha doing?”

“A favorite book, often read, has the cover scratched and dented, the ends bent . . . pages dogeared, text highlighted and loved passages underscored, You are my book, darling, and every mark is a memory. Like this one,” she said running a finger at a long welt.

“The memory for that one,” she chuckled, “is an attack in Afghanistan during one of my tours there.”

“And this?” indicating the thin scar.

“A drunk got me with a knife one night. Total surprise. He had been a jovial lush seconds before. This is the worst,” Anna said placing Cynthia’s hand on her left breast.

“What happened there, darling?”

“Somebody stole my heart.” Cynthia teared up, the fear from the night before washing over her. She could have lost her lover. She would have been devastated, destroyed if she had been denied this growing relationship.

Cynthia rolled on top of Anna, fleshy body against body. From that position she stared seriously into Anna’s eyes.

“What?” Anna asked, sensing the mood shift.

“I can’t lose you. I just couldn’t survive–“

“Shhh,” she said silencing her with a kiss. Lips softened as seconds passed, warmth spreading. Cynthia’s futa cock decided to join the party. It unrolled from her inner thigh like a stirring snake on the hunt. “Umm, darling, are you trying to steal my nightstick?” she asked with a chuckle.

“Ha ha, don’t need to. Mine is bigger.”

You can pick up this future Library of Congress book-of-the-month nominee at Amazon. Click on It’s A Futa Life Book 2: Interruption.

It’s A Futa Life Book 1: Fresh Start LIVE

My latest series begins: It’s A Futa Life Book 1: Fresh Start. Cynthia is  attacked by bigoted thugs in Washington, DC. Fearful of another such event she flees the big city, opting for a small community in the Florida panhandle. No one knows her.She knows no one. Her new life will be a clean slate.

She meets Anna, a beautiful deputy sheriff. There’s a mutual attraction… and so we’re off on a new romance full of love and lust, pain and passion.

Blurb

Cynthia suffered a horrifying experience at the hands of thugs merely because she is a futanari. Frightened of a repeat occurrence, possibly with mortal consequences, she flees the city of Washington, DC and heads for a small town in the Florida panhandle. It’s new. No one knows her, she knows no one. Here she can start anew and rebuild her life.

When she meets Anna, an attractive deputy sheriff, she feels an immediate attraction. It becomes quickly apparent that the feelings are mutual. Each are isolated in their own existence. Can they overcome their loneliness and make a success of what they have begun?

When a series of terroristic explosions involving the police come across the news, Cynthia is frantic with worry. She can’t reach Anna no matter how many times she calls. Is Anna alright, or is this romance to be nipped in the bud?

Excerpt

“This has been a wonderful day, Cynthia. Thanks for having me over.”

“It has been my pleasure. In the short time we’ve known each other I feel a real kinship.”

“Me, too. I’ve felt so isolated at work. All those blustery leering men around. To finally meet someone like you . . . sweet, gentle, loving . . . I feel my life becoming complete. I hope I’m not scaring you with my feelings,” Anna said, studying her face.

“Not at all. It’s been years since I have felt safe. Anywhere. Yet here, with you, I’m at peace.”

“I like that,” she said, smiling. Anna wrapped her arms around Cynthia’s waist and brushed her lips against her neck. She had a soapy smell from the shower combined with an odor of spices from cooking. Cynthia moaned softly and closed her eyes. Her hand caressed Anna’s breasts. Anna eased Cynthia back onto the mattress and loomed over her, looking into her eyes. Tears formed.

“Sorry,” Anna murmured, “it’s been a long time since I felt this way.”

“Me too, darling.”

Anna lifted Cynthia’s crop top over her head exposing her ample bosom. Her finger circled a nipple causing it to swell. She had discovered the left was much more sensitive than the right and used that in her ministrations. When one became too sensitive she switched, continuing the pleasure yet offering relief. After a short time white milk began leaking from the left. She smeared it around the areola, then dipped her head to lick at it. Cynthia responded by tangling her hand in Anna’s hair to pull tighter.

“So tasty,” Anna sighed. Cynthia smiled and mewled her happiness.

Anna’s hand found Cynthia’s jean shorts leg and followed the thigh to its juncture. Heat from the futa genitalia led her to a swollen clit. She pushed on it. It stood proud. As she pulsed against the tight nub Cynthia groaned deep in her chest, a rumbling sound of passion. A gush of honey oozed from the wet cunt coating Anna’s fingers. She brought the finger to her mouth and sucked noisily, licking between long fingers to get every drop.

Join in the first of several episodes at It’s A Futa Life Book 1: Fresh Start on Amazon. I promise you’ll sweat.

The Office Futa Bundle LIVE

You can’t keep a good woman down. It took approximately 94 hours to publish my latest book. The Office Futa Bundle is live on Amazon. It’s of a futa who is not going to be denied success. She fights through everything to find success and love. Much as I fought to get this fucking book published!

Blurb

Elena is a young futa determined to better her life through education and hard work. Forced to debase herself to obtain an office job in the first place, she quickly proves herself to cold, prejudiced co-workers. In the process, she develops a close – very close – relationship with her high-spirited colleague.

Will the enemies she has made ultimately defeat her . . . break her down? Or will she thrive through the adversity? There’s only one way to find out.

This is a 20,000-word bundle of previous books. It contains futa, lesbian, light BDSM, masturbation, oral sex and riding. And of course, love and romance.

Excerpts

Book 1: Hired

“Dance?” she asked. Elena shrugged her shoulders. Why not?

Big mistake. Almost any touch can make a futa horny. Throw in some alcohol, slow music and a delightful companion and you have the makings of rowdy sex. Wrapping Joy in her arms to the romantic song blaring loudly, Elena felt her breasts swell into Joy’s and was surprised when Joy’s hard nipples dug into her. She was even more surprised when Joy’s hands cupped her ass and pulled against her. Elena’s cock interpreted that as a call to duty. The erection was immediate and strong, stretching between Joy’s legs and tapping against her buttocks.

“Eek,” she squealed when she felt the hot cock between her cheeks. Both skirts of their sundresses were raised and pushed out of the way by the thrusting member. The crowd on the dance floor was large enough that no one noticed what was happening. But Elena was aware . . . very aware. She knew she had to get Joy out of there before they disgraced themselves.

Book 2: Dirty Tricks

“Don’t go back to sleep, darling. You don’t want the boss yelling at you for being late.”

“Ummm.” Shaking her head Elena left.

As soon as the door closed Joy sat up and looked around. With a glance at the clock she plopped back onto her pillow and draped her arm across her eyes. Her other arm rubbed Elena’s pillow. It was still warm. She pulled it to her face so she could smell her lover’s scent. God, I’m in love with a mutant. A wonderful, caring, beautiful sexy mutant.

She gathered the sheet between her legs and squeezed her thighs on the silky material. Carnal jolts shot through her body. Pressing her nose against the pillow, her breathing quickened. As her clit hardened she gave a long shuttering sigh. Nipples sprouted from fleshy cones and stretched toward the ceiling. Her back arched sensuously.

“Oh god, why aren’t you here,” she groaned. It’s only been minutes and she already misses the feel of the futa’s body, her warmth, breath against her cheek.

Staring sightless at the ceiling Joy ran the flat of her palms gently across her chest. She massaged the flesh. Hands slid along the sides to press against the slight bulge. With her fingers she trailed along the warm skin to pinch the areoles. Gooseflesh popped around the small dark circles. The tips hardened, offering themselves to her grasping fingers. She teased them, pulling with two fingers, twisting, tugging until they were stiff and engorged.

Joy groaned softly enjoying the pleasure she was giving herself and anticipating what was to come. Leaving one hand on her breast the other trailed slowly over her flat stomach to rest on her hairless mound. A finger traced the soft, yielding flesh of her outer lips. She pried them open gently to slid one finger up and down the pink moist opening. Warm juices eased from the slit, lubricating. She marveled at the difference between her inner and outer, thicker, lips. Keeping two fingers together she continued exploring, enjoying the sensations.

Book 3: Power Play

They didn’t waste any time, heading straight into the bedroom. Side by side with hips mashed against one another, Elena kissed Joy gently, hand cupping her face. Her fingers traced a smooth cheek before curling around her neck to pull tightly. The intensity of the kiss grew, passion communicated in the most basic of ways. A probing tongue was answered with rapid breathing and a soft moan.

Elena abandoned the face and sought the soft curves of her chest. Joy heaved against the pressure, pressing herself on the insistent palm. Her hand covered Elena’s to pull even harder, clenching her delicate globe. Elena broke the kiss.

“These would get huge, you know. You always look so fashionable now. Clothes won’t fit right after.”

“Really? I’d get like these, huh,” she said as her small hand grabbed a handful of futa boob. Flesh overflowed her fingers.

“Exactly. Imagine walking down the street with these like two fighting dogs under your blouse. The stares you’d get, the catcalls.” In response Joy pinched a growing nipple between her fingers. Elena sucked air.

Elena’s hand wandered lovingly across Joy’s stomach to brush across the front of her panties. She could feel puffy lips underneath, heat radiating from them. With a sob Joy fell back on the bed, arm across her eyes. She concentrated on the sensations emanating from the nexus of hand to cunt. Elena kept the pressure precisely right, encouraging a burgeoning clitoris.

Joy placed her hand along the long bulge that was Elena’s cock. It was already thick and throbbing with life. She pulsed on it, gripping and releasing, teasing the giant meat.

“And having a futanari penis, darling. It can actually become a problem of balance. He thinks for himself, I swear to god. And not knowing where to put it.”

“Oh baby,” Joy said, smiling, “I’d know where to put it.” She chuckled lightly.

So come join me and read The Office Futa Bundle. It’ll make you sweat.

Futa Road Trip Bundle LIVE

I just can’t help myself. I’ve published yet another book, Futa Road Trip Bundle. A bundling of the three-book series, this follows the futa Rose as she decides her life is empty and attempts to reach out to others.

Blurb

This tells the story of Rose, a successful futa who loses her job through a merger. Immediately rehired across the country, she sets out on a voyage to re-evaluate her lonely life. In Chicago, she meets a beautiful young black woman shows her some sights and opens her eyes. She joins the trip. At a stopover in Omaha, one of them gets a little tied up. In a good way.

This is a 20,000-word book about a futa about loneliness and determination and contains public sex, handjobs, blowjobs, oral and interracial sex, riding, voyeurism, shibari.

Excerpt

Personal Growth

He returned to his cruiser. When he closed his door Rose followed him, making sure to work her walk from her car to his cruiser extra sexy. His eyes followed every sway. And there was a lot to sway. He was startled when she climbed into the passenger seat.

“You cannot be in here, ma’am,” he said.

“I just want to see if there’s any way we can work this out.” While he stared at her face – discomfort washing across his own – Rose made a point to stare at the growing bulge in his pants. He appeared to have a sizable python of his own.

Rose leaned back against the door and faced him. Her left leg was on the seat and the other on the floor, crotch pushed against the stretchy material. A damp spot grew where her piss slit lay. The cruiser flooded with pheromones.

Rose saw a night stick in a slot by his hand. She leaned over to grab it, pushing her large breasts on his forearm as she did. The nipples dug into his arm. With stick in hand she leaned back against the door, stared him in the eyes and brought the blunt end to her mouth. Her tongue slid across the hard black plastic. She opened her mouth wide to slid the blunt end along the flat of her tongue. It had no discernible flavor, but she moaned as if it was the most delicious thing ever. He closed his eyes for a few seconds.

She pulled her shorts leg to one side, exposing her dripping cunt. The pungent smell of excited pussy flooded the car. Rose laid the baton at her entrance and eased it against her puffy labia. A gush of honey coated the stick.

The sound of a zipper made her lower her eyes. The cop pulled out his erect member. The shaft was thin but had an enormous apple-sized glans. His hand stroked the length slowly while focused on his nightstick sinking into her greedy gash. Rose’s forearms tensed from her grip.

Chicago Shenanigans

The chairs in the Adler Planetarium laid back comfortably so they could stare up at the projected stars. Looking around they could see they were alone. Not surprising. It’s the middle of the week. Tourists were nowhere to be found at this time. Rose had to taste those lips. She went in as soon as they were stretched out. Her lips pressed against the fullness. Dusty groaned as her tongue ran along Rose’s. They tasted as good as they looked. She nibbled lightly, drawing more moans.

The lights went off plunging them into total darkness. A stentorian voice began to drone, describing the creation of the universe. Rose only cared about the creation of the love affair in front of her. She lightly ran her hand along Dusty’s thin arm, testing the strength just under the skin. The muscles trembled at her touch.

Rose’s palm ran off the arm onto Dusty’s leg. It was stretched out. Her palm felt the muscular leg under the white jeans material. It was a runner’s leg. A leg meant to be wrapped around a lover’s head.

Dusty didn’t remain placid. She reached for Rose’s tits, feeling their heaviness. A hard nipple pressed into her palm while she squeezed the dense globe. It was Rose’s turn to moan at the attention. Her nubs were sensitive. They reacted by growing longer and leaking a small amount of milk. She had been teased all day. The constant attention her ass had taken while strolling around the museum, the hand-holding, the touching of hips, lips… she was rapidly reaching a point where she didn’t care where or how, she needed to fuck someone.

Omaha Bound

The two walked carefully down the wide stairs that was the entry to La Club. It appeared to be in the basement of the building over the top of it… a hotel. Isn’t that convenient, Rose thought. They stood just inside the door, eyes adjusting to the cacophony of activity in the dimness.

Dusty wore a crossover bright blue tulip dress that hugged her body. Her chest, thanks to the miracle of tape, displayed some cleavage. The short skirt showed off her legs. Rose was in a sea-green sequined dress that caught what little light radiated around the room. Candles stuck in numerous sconces, certain to be fake, produced faint illumination. Faint lighting can be our friend, she thought. Her futa body stretched the material of the dress to its limit. The hem was too short to successfully hide her penis which dangled between her muscular thighs. The breasts, fully covered, pushed proudly before her like the prow of a seagoing vessel.

They could feel eyes on them. Many eyes of both sexes. Dusty wrapped an arm around Rose, eyes roaming the room taking in everything and everyone. Talk that had stopped on entry of the two lovelies began again. This time they were being talked about. And why not. They were a stunning duo.

Rose led them toward the back. Along the way were several hallways that shuttled into other parts of the club. A wide variety of body types were on display. Everywhere she looked had writhing, sweaty bodies, clothed and unclothed. The small rooms appeared to be specialized: chains, whips, odd-looking chairs; huge mattress; saddles with bridles. A large room was stuffed with squirming men and women in various configurations. Some she couldn’t fathom right away, but before she could interpret what she was seeing another movement would catch her eye.

A couple of lovely young women took Dusty by the hand and pulled her in one direction, while a giant stud of a man whisked Rose in the other. He led her to a large room – probably the main room – where couples were scattered about randomly. The men stood, staring down at their kneeling companion eagerly sucking swollen cocks. Sweat poured down their chests. The women fisted the jutting members while another woman knelt behind the male, pinching and rubbing flat asses.

This series was a lot of fun to write. It mirrored my cross-country trip and got to mentally revisit some spots I hit along the way. Check it out on Amazon at Futa Road Trip Bundle.