Part 1 The Bank Job Chris or Chrissy as he calls himself has the job of his dreams, he works at a sperm bank for futas. His job is to dispose of samples that are non-viable, low sperm count etc. All day long he dreams about the creamy, yummy cum from futas waiting for him to dispose of it. While he is supposed to put it down the sink, he has a preferred met...
Amy tugged at her skin-tight shirt, stretched taut over her braless breasts. Tiny details bulged out against the black garment, from the faint bumps along her areolae to her tense nipple. Even calm, they were conspicuous. Anyone would notice them. Given her height -- seven feet and six inches, last she measured -- she'd be fortunate if people didn't run into...
THURSDAY Once again, Layla woke to the gentle brightness filtering through the semisheer curtains of this bedroom. At some point in the early morning slumber, Layla had taken one of the many pillows on the bed and wrapped her arms around it lovingly. Layla looked at it and imagined Selena coaxing herself out of Layla's sleepy grip with this feathery facsimi...
*Author's note: I had originally intended for chapter 7 to be the final chapter in the Drama Bomb arc, but it's grown so long I decided to break it up into two parts. As with all my stories, Sarkopheros has been a huge inspiration to me, as well as donating his time and considerable storytelling ability to help me polish and edit my work. If you enjoy this s...
Everything was a blur. Vague shapes came and went, colours smeared into one another and voices echoed nonsensically. Only one thing was clear to her dulled consciousness; pleasure. A pure, unending bliss that ebbed and flowed like tidal waves, pulling her under, refusing to let her surface beyond the sea of euphoria. Even as the darkness enveloped her, she c...
Stark silver glistened against her dark skin. It was cold around her wrists, loose enough not to bite but too tight for escape. A chain hung between her limbs and jingled as she was marched from the police car, into the undersized building. Uniforms rushed around inside, taking calls, prepping to leave or handling a random errand. The walls were littered wit...
My first story! All characters are over 18. This story contains heavy alternative themes, notably furry and futa, with even more to come. If that is not your thing, don't read it! Otherwise, enjoy! ***** Chapter 1: The Book I walked into my apartment, giggling to myself, and made my way into the living room, unsurprised but smiling nonetheless to see my...
Chapter 3 of Futanari Note This is a fanfic. I have the original author's permission to do this, so please enjoy! (Check out sexgundam666, but if this is the stuff you like you probably have done so already) ~ The Futa Note was in front of me, I had a pen in my hand. I was eager to write a name, but who? Should I give a dick to a bully or someone I l...
For Dear Ms. Alice. I hope you enjoy. ★★★★★★★★★★★ The message read as clear as day on my screen. I had been leering at the paragraph for more than thirty minutes. I was struck silent. There was a rush of static dancing across my bare arms. I was definitely reading this correctly. [Mistress]Pet, today is a new day and finally a new mission. Your mistress...
"This looks stupid," Mirin said and pulled at her dress. She hadn't worn one since prom, ten years ago that night, but she chose it for that reason. "Couldn't agree more," her mother said, glancing back and forth from the tv. "Thanks, Mom," Mirin groaned. Anxiety swirled and coiled inside her guts, it turned her blood cold, even tamed her inexorable cock,...