Easy (Futa/F, throatfuck, humiliation, futa dom)

Story by koba_yashi

Life is so easy when you have a body like mine. Six foot tall, perfect D-cups, hips that move like a cobra and a sweet, oh-so-innocent face. And a cock, of course, ten inches of thick, juicy tubesteak between my svelte thighs. I am perfection, and everyone who sees me knows it. I can get anyone I want. Man, woman, gay, straight – they all want me.

You want an example? Okay, let’s take last night. I went to a club down in Camden. I skipped the queue, didn’t pay to get in. No-one questions me. I get in there, feel the pulse of that place. It’s dark, sweaty and crowded, with thumping bass, flashing lights and gyrating bodies. My kind of night. So I think to myself, who do I want to fuck tonight? A punk chick with piercings and a crazy hairdo? Perhaps a skinny guy with glasses? Then I catch sight of a girl, and I immediately decide. Her, definitely her.

She’s a nerd. Glasses, simple brunette ponytail and slightly too baggy clothes. She’s cute though, with her sweet little grin and her soft, pliable looking tits. She’s dancing happily with her friends.

So I decide on my approach. They all work, but which one sounds good tonight? Go over all girly and giggly? Intelligent and sassy? Give her a surprise kiss? But I want something quick and dirty tonight.

I walk over to her, slowly so she can drink in my tight body in my electric blue dress. She looks me over, and I see just a hint of confusion in her eyes. She acknowledges me with a smile. I lean over to shout into her ear, over the pulsing beat of the music.

“You’re really cute, you know that?” I say.

“Thanks!” she shouts back, a little bemused.

“I want to ask you something,” I say, and gesture toward the tables. I take her hand gently and tug. She laughs, and shrugs at her friends before following me. I get her to one of the quiet tables at the back. She’s even cuter up close. She’s got little pouty lips and big soulful eyes. I decide there and then I want my cock in her throat. I want those brown eyes looking up at me in awe.

“Sorry to bother you like this, but I’m conducting research into the promiscuity of club-goers. I want to ask you a few questions.” No man could get away with that line. Me? I’m the very picture of innocence, remember? I’m using a cocktail menu as a fake clipboard and she hasn’t noticed.

She blushes a bit, but agrees.

I ask her age, education and sexual orientation first. A straight university student. She’s had three boyfriends, no one-night stands. She goes into quite a bit of detail on her boyfriends. I make all the necessary noises.

“Would you say you are dominant or submissive?” I ask. I look her straight in the eye until she turns away. She’s blushing again.

“Submissive, I guess.”

“No need to be embarrassed about that!” I smile and touch her shoulder. “You’d be surprised how many girls answer that way.”

She relaxes a little.

“In what ways do you like to be dominated?” I ask. Her eyes widen at that one. I shift a little closer to her. “It’s okay, this survey is anonymous.”

“It’s just, I’m not sure.”

“Do you like being talked to in derogatory fashion?” I ask.

“Not really,” she says. I suppress a laugh at that. I was going to teach her differently, that’s for sure.

“Do you like being taken roughly?”

“Yeah, I like that,” she says. She’s smiling now, and we’re sitting inches apart.

“Any details?”

“Um…”

“Just close your eyes and describe what you see.” She does so, and I take the opportunity to move even closer. I can feel the heat from her body now.

“I’m being taken from behind, and he’s pulling my hair. He’s using them like reins. I’m being bent over something…”

“A railing? A toilet?” I ask, putting a tiny little emphasis on toilet.

“Yeah, we’re in a public toilet, and I’m trying to keep quiet.”

“Have you ever fucked in a toilet before?”

She giggles a little. “No.”

“What’s his cock like?” She smiles again.

“Hard and hot and thick. It feels nice inside me.”

“I want to try something. I want to add another detail to your fantasy. Are you okay with that?”

She opens her eyes and looks at me. She’s surprised how close our faces, our lips, are. I whisper in her ear.

“You’re bent over the toilet, being fucked by this thick, hot cock. It’s being driven into you by powerful, sensual thrusts. You feel your hair pulled back, impaling yo

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