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

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!”