Futanari Prowl in a Nightclub [Futa/M] [Non-consent]

She had to keep it a secret. Didn’t want to ruin the surprise.

She scanned the crowd, her sweaty girlcock throbbing with each thump of the bass, dripping a thin line of precum from her thigh down to her high heels. He had to be the perfect prey. Someone confident, attractive, dominant. Someone here to do the fucking, not get fucked. It wasn’t a challenge otherwise.

She smoothed her dress over her thighs as she danced, careful to keep her growing surprise from peeking out to the world. She swayed her hips to the beat of the music. At last, a pair of hands encircled her from behind. They were strong, firm, confident, squeezing her stomach, running down her thin waist, and spreading apart as they followed the curve of her hips. She slapped the hands away before they got too close to her secret. Becka turned to the mystery man and grinned.

He was dark-haired, strong-jawed, and typically handsome. The type that comes to clubs to fuck women hard. He leaned in close and she breathed his cologne. God, she could have fucked him right there on the dancefloor! This must be how he picks up girls. Lets them smell him and his pheromones, then it’s off to his place, reducing them to fucktoys before tossing them without so much as a taxi. She grinned. Not today.

He ran his hands down her stomach, her legs, and each time he tried to reach between her thighs, she pushed his wrists away. He looked surprised. This was good. She hoped he liked surprises.

“Hey,” he said, into her ear, over the music.

“Hey yourself.” Becka ran her hot, wet tongue up his neck and ear, and, at the same time, gripped his cock through his trousers. She loved to feel a man’s cock surge with energy when she did that. She giggled inaudibly under the music. Already hard, and not a bad length—though not even half her size…

“Fuck, baby. You’re aggressive.” Oh, if only he knew.

“I like to take what I want,” she said, squeezing a fistful of his ass. “Do you want to be taken?”

He smiled and nodded, and Becka laughed. He looked like an excited schoolboy, ready to get his dick wet for the first time. She took his hand, feeling warm in her stomach, knowing that the experience she would soon give him would change his life forever.

“My place?” he said into her ear.

“No, lover.” She glanced towards the bathrooms and tugged him along, through the sweaty mass of bodies, guiding him like a mother would guide her child. God, she couldn’t wait to be inside him!

The men and women’s restrooms faced each other at the end of a wide hallway. She knew a better option. Between them was the private restroom. She keyed the code into the door. Knowing (and fucking) the owner had its benefits. She pushed him inside and shut the door behind them with a click.

She looked him up and down, taking in tonight’s conquest. Prince charming was clearly out of his element. The music of the club was muffled in the private restroom. He awkwardly pushed himself on her, pressing her against the door, kissing his way up her chest, licking her neck.

She dug her red fingernails into his hair and twisted him back. “Easy, pussycat.”

“I can’t help myself,” he said, reaching between her legs once again.

She slapped him across the face, hard. His hands jumped away from her crotch. Aw, and he was inches away from her girl meat too…

“What the fuck’s your problem?” he said, backing away from her and rubbing his stinging cheek.

“What’s wrong, baby?” she said, strutting up to him on her heels. “Don’t like it rough?”

“I mean, I guess…”

She grabbed his hair again, pulled his head close, smashed her crimson lips against his, shoved her tongue deep into his mouth, licked the entrance to his throat. Preparing him. As she submerged her prey in her kiss, she reached up and pinched his nose shut. It wasn’t long before he gasped for air, choking against her tongue, swallowing her spit down his throat in gulps.

“Fuck!” he said, pulling away, coughing. “You’re fucking wild.”

She slapped him again. It was important to ease alpha males into submission—their natural place, at least with her. “You don’t think I fucking know that?” She threw him against the sink, tearing off his sh

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