Better than Bible Black: Futa Curse chapter 2 [fmast.]

**A/N: just a small teaser. Will update again…**

Leah put the kettle on for some tea to help calm down Evelyn. She leaned on the kitchen counter and tried to grasp the situation. This had to be the creepy book’s fault. Leah was beyond shocked when she walked in to find her friend naked, unconscious, and with a monster cock. Yet, what sent her over the edge was how turned on she got when she saw Evelyn’s cock. Sure, Leah could convince herself that she was only trying to help by jacking off her friend; but, she couldn’t deny the fact that her panties were soaked. She wanted to taste Evelyn’s cock. She wanted Evelyn to fuck her pussy. She wanted to ride that dick until she lost her fucking mind. Leah’s fingers trailed to her pussy, rubbing her slit slowly before slipping in her middle finger. Her hips bucked toward her hand and she curled her finger, trying to find her happy spot. She could feel herself getting close. She jumped in surprise when the kettle started whistling. She panted and shook her head to try and clear her mind. She looked down her fingers and realized how wet she had gotten from fantasizing about fucking her friend.

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Better Than Bible Black: Futa Curse [ff, futa]

**A/N: xpost from a /r/dirtywritingprompt involving futanari, or a girl with a penis.**

The first time Evelyn encountered what her parents considered the “occult” was when she was twelve. All her friends were reading Harry Potter, but her parents absolutely forbid her to read it.

“Witchcraft is from the devil,” they said. “You don’t want the devil to curse you, do you?” they asked her.

Yet, Evelyn smuggled in a copy of the forbidden book and read the magical adventures of Harry and friends underneath her blanket and a flash light. Her world changed. Her blanket became an invisibility cloak and her flash light was her wand casting the “lumos” spell. She had ventured past the forbidden and developed a craving for the dark arts.

Years later, Evelyn found herself browsing an old antique book store. She moved out of her parent’s house and into the big city. She had few friends and found comfort in literature. She happened across the old shop and curiosity beckoned her to peruse what was inside. The store was a library of forgotten lores and books of authors that were banned for going further than society could handle. Evelyn found herself drawn to a mysterious tome, bound in soft black leather. Upon opening the book, she found that it was written in an ancient language. Evelyn was overcome with a determination to translate the contents of the book. She simply had to know what was written.

The Pick Up Game[M][F]

He walked in the club like Mick Jagger, every stride exuding swagger. Despite the waiting list and the long line up in front of the club, Jake simply walked up to the bouncer and greeted him in the usual way: a handshake with a quick transition to a “bro-hug”. To the uninitiated, it was a simple greet. Upon closer inspection, Jake slipped the bouncer a hundred dollar bill.

The club was packed with young, beautiful, and successful twenty somethings eager to make regrettable life choices. Jake headed to bar, passing by hordes of bodies grinding and twerking and twitching to the house beats. The bar was a mess, crowded by people trying to get drinks; albeit, it was mostly all men trying to get a girl drunk enough to fuck them. The irony of their situations was the girl was already fucking them over by getting these morons to pay for overpriced drinks. He caught the bartender’s eye and the bartender simply gave him a nod. Jake took the time to take inventory.

The White, Rich, and Bitchy Club, Part I [mf, hand stuff]

The WRB Club, Part I

By: Inn_cognito

Jon was fucking his blonde MILF in the next stall. I leaned back against the toilet seat as the blonde MILF’s redhead friend sucked my dick. She looked up at me with her green eyes as if to ask if I was enjoying myself. I ran my hands through her soft hair and pushed her head down my dick. I take it that she considered it a compliment because she started to pick up her pace. I could hear the MILF’s stifled moans and Jon’s muffled groaning in the next stall. I had to stifle my own groaning as my new friend swirled her soft tongue around my cock. I could see her fervently toying her pussy, making herself a wet mess for what was about to come. And come I did. She swallowed every last drop of my semen.

“Holy shit,” I whispered to her. “You didn’t have to that.”

She winked at me. “Its ‘k. I don’t want to ruin my make-up. You still good to go?” she asked, tilting her head and licking her fingers clean of her pussy juice.

A Writing Prompt Gone Wild. [MF] [Anal] [Oral] [Rough Sex]

The night was magical. She had been impatiently for this night for far too long. Thinking about his return from his business trip was enough to get her moist. She was waiting in their bedroom, tracing slow circles around her clit through wet lingerie—anticipating his manhood entering into her again and again and again. She licked her finger clean of her juices. She massaged her breast through the black laces of her bra. She forced herself to stop. It was all she could do from not finger fucking herself raw again. He was coming home in a few minutes.

She heard the car pull up the drive way.

She went downstairs to greet him. She threw on her red silk robe. He loved the way she teased him. She waited at the bottom of the stairs and called out to him. He looked tired, yet his tongue told a different story. He cupped her face in his strong hands and his tongue danced in her mouth. He tasted like whisky and cigarettes. It was funny. He never smoked. She loved the new taste and let his tongue explore her mouth.