Lusty Literacy

  Chapter 11: A Family Outing   I’m not sure how much time passes. There’s something simply profound, about performing oral sex on a hung futanari. Something sensation that, weird as I find it to consider, eating pussy never quite managed to match. I don’t know if it’s that raw submission of it, the fact that the Venyabildts have bigger cocks than mine, the way they take subtle control, or perhaps even the fact that there’s something incredibly rewarding about receiving their healthy and voluminous ejaculate inside my mouth, some mark of a (blow)job well done, but whatever the source, I love it. And I particularly love sucking on Morgan. The dominant goth lays back in the comfort of her bed, idly playing her game while propped up against a collection of comfortable pillows. Her sharp nails click and clack against the plastic of the controller, and occasionally she’ll moan, but the vast bulk of all sounds originate from me. From her cocksucking slut. ‘Mhm. Mumph.’...

  Chapter 6: Starting a Family   The dread is palpable, a thing I can’t seem to push away. I chose this, didn’t I? I made a decision, and now I have to face the consequences. How could I be so fucking stupid as to think that Irina Blackwell, of all people, wouldn’t have some grand design in mind when she gave the choice to Maddie and I? ‘There’s nothing to worry over, honey,’ Irina says, patting my shoulder. ‘In the worst-case scenario, you’re just going to have to learn to enjoy my company. Would that really be so wrong?’ It might as well go in one ear and out the other, so difficult it is to process that notion. To consider this situation as anything other than an entirely hopeless failure of reasoning is to force myself to find the positives in a future whereby I, and Maddie, will inevitably succumb to Irina. Either that, or we hate our lives so badly that we throw them away. No more seventy-kay salary and likely the worst reference imaginable. For all of Irina’...