The Cub Reporter (futa/female, FFFF foursome)

The Cub Reporter

A short story by J.K. Ermon (jokermon)

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This is a work of erotic fantasy fiction for the entertainment of adults only. It features explicit futanari content. If that's not your thing, don't read it. If reading this type of material is illegal where you reside due to your age or whatever, don't read it. Everything in this story is fictitious and not meant to represent real-life medical conditions or corporate entities. All characters in sexual situations are over the age of 18 regardless of any age portrayed for narrative or dramatic purposes. Do not repost without permission. This story is copyright the author©2024

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Violet Vollmer laid the ledgers open on the huge mahogany desk, side by side. The goose-neck desk lamp was the only illumination in the room. She pulled the tiny spy camera from her clutch and snapped photos quickly and expertly.

She thought she heard something. She stopped and listened. No one was supposed to be up there tonight. Especially not her.

She could hear music and crowd noises from the main area of the club downstairs, muffled by padded doors and stairwells. Modesto’s was a posh nightclub most nights of the week, but on Sundays it was the most exclusive sausage joint in Nashville. That night was a particularly special occasion: Memorial Day weekend, 1965. Violet had made a wrong turn on her way to the manager’s upstairs office and almost caught a glimpse of the floor show. Thankfully, she'd gotten oriented in time. She was curious, but not that curious.

She strained her ears until she was satisfied she was alone on the second storey. She resumed taking pictures. Every page held evidence of payoffs, prostitution, and a half-a-dozen illegal income sources. For a cub reporter trying to make a name for herself on the crime beat, this was the pot of gold at the rainbow’s end.

She carefully replaced the ledgers in the hidden wall safe behind the Monet print. She made sure their spines lined up exactly as she found them. There were stacks of cash in there as well, and bulging eight-by-ten manila envelopes.

Fortunately, the envelopes weren’t sealed. She brought them to the desk and began examining their contents one at a time.

She drew a sharp breath. It was a blackmail trove.

Each envelope was filled with at least a dozen photos of some politician or police official having sex with dickgirls. In some of them, they sprawled on couches while the surprisingly beautiful (and well-hung, Violet noted queasily) hag-bred dollies performed fellatio. In other shots, the victims were having full-on intercourse with them. The women’s enormous penises were visible in every picture. They wagged every which way. They were often being grasped or masturbated. Violet found it difficult to look away from them.

Each envelope was devoted to a different public figure. Their names were written on them. Violet made sure to document that. All of the photosets seemed to have been taken in the same upscale hotel suite, and she felt sure she could identify the place with time to study enlargements.

She dumped out a fresh envelope and nearly dropped a photo when she saw its contents: a famous local evangelical minister being fucked in the ass by not one, but three pretty dickgirls, one after the other. The girls were all wearing cheerleader uniforms, for some reason.

Oh dear sweet Lord in heaven, Violet thought faintly.

She knew the man. He’d been her pastor, growing up, before his ministry had grown and spread across the Southwest. Now here he was, wearing nothing but that same saintly smile made famous from his billboards, being penetrated by the varsity big-dick cheer squad.

She stared at the photos. The girls looked just as delighted as he did. Violet ruminated that you didn’t often see a woman wearing that expression – like she couldn’t believe her luck in getting laid and was just wild about it. In fact, in every shot where they were mounted upon him, they looked ready to sing with happiness. And in the shots where they were waiting their turn, they were stroking their greased-up prods with palpable anticipation. In several, they were spurting prematurely all over the coupling couple.

Violet suppressed a shudder and forced herself to look through the other envelopes. It was all more of the same. In a surprising number of them, men and women were performing fellatio upon dickgirls. Sh

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