Fucking Devil

I feel that I'm turning more and more bored with futanari, as my tastes for stories are a bit off the majority's radar nowadays.

As if I had to take my perversions "further" to keep it up with the new material around, to accept things I don't like and concepts I don't agree as part of my normal quota of fantasies.

I could make a list of things I don't like and don't want to read about with an appendix with the ones I insanely outright hate but instead I wrote another short story, certainly a more productive attitude.

Hopefully someone will care to read.

This story contains uh, futanari/female sex, and a probable continuation if I can put together a decent ending, I suck on endings.

“C'mon, come here, we can't spend all day long in this, you know? Do you want it or not? I have a full agenda, damn it,” The short woman yelled at the indecisive girl in the janitor room.

Her chubby partner nervously adjusted her formal dress that hugged her plump bosom in an elegant choice along her comfy marine blue skirt and fishnet pantyhose.

She wore a pair of tight jeans showing a good portion of her feminine curves, not that she was a bombshell, she looked tomboyish with her short red hair.

Feeling a bit nervous, she unbuttoned her blouse to show her perky B-cups in the rose bra, to take a breath of confidence for the moment, she couldn't let he know that was her first time in the job, with a woman.

“Yes I do, I do! But are you sure it will work? It won't hurt or give me cooties, or something weird? I heard that some of your brews are a dud,” The fatty had some self-respect, after all, behind those thick-framed glasses was Bella Thornton, Secretary of the Bureau of Large Supernatural Holistic Investigation Teams, or 'bullshit' as most employees called it after the government cuts through the years.

She sported some good chunks of huggable meat under the layers of fat in her tight dress.

Thick thighs, round face, a lovely smile and a hunger for sex that her fiancée, boss, and courageous coworkers couldn't satisfy.

“It's either that or join a gym, I won't offer it again, I'm leaving,” The short woman picked her lab coat from a chair and stepped out the way of her rotund companion to leave the room.

“All right, I'll take it, just get it up quick and don't make a mess, I didn't know which size you are, but the files says it's always huge so I got magnums, is it okay for you, Megan?” The fat girl pulled the three-pack of XL condoms from her purse, hanged in the same old chair.

“My thing won't get you pregnant, you know? The fluid is a lubricant for the energy transfer, it doesn't carry sperms, ah, fuck that, gimme the rubbers,” Megan mumbled, pulling a small opaque plastic yellow perfume flask with a faux golden spray cap.

“I bet you say that for all your girlfriends, well, no bag no tag, okay?” Bella crossed her large arms over her bosom, im