The fuck - Futa/F, mind swap, short

Hmm, okay, a short story from me, another boring futa/female in a boring situation.

Someone out there must fap to boring futa scenes, and I'm the writer to lash it out.

Quite surprisingly I found the title very original, can't remember another story called The Fuck...

I think the post editor preview looks fine, but tell me if it looks awkward in your screen, used Libreoffice here.

Evening at the city, the nervous metropole cools down from the incessant movement of people and their matters in the deep glass of the nightlife.

After a few drinks at the noisy happy-hour bar, a couple goes to their apartment to spend the rest of the night taking care of their own personal urges.

“I can't stand that job anymore, everybody treats me as a damned meat shield for their incompetence, I tell you Martha...” The tall brunette quickly frees her feet from the high-heeled shoes and goes for the kitchen to fetch a glass of water, the nightlife always drained her.

“That kind of people can't live without someone to blame, if it was with myself I would break some noses and the tables would turn in a cinch, Cynthia,” The short, Mohawk punk dives on the sofa, looking the remote for a split second but thinking otherwise when her girlfriend unbuttons and throws away her receptionist suit and falls in the armchair, her curves showing through the pantyhose.

“How was your day, any trouble in the shop?” Martha reached her bra lock, it itched terribly when she was dirty and sweaty, like now. “Help me with this thing, my arms are falling down, please honey,” She said, failing to reach it while sitting down, an awkward pose.

“Ah, a quite normal day, some tramp stamps, eagles and the usual Mom in the bear's shoulder, took some time but went fine, the man was relaxed and slept, I wish every client was like him, wanna fuck over the rug?” Cynthia jumped from the sofa like a lynx, pulled the bra straps and freed the double D's, quickly groping Martha's shoulders for a quick massage.

“Why yes, but, haven't you told me you were in the detox? I can smell your dick from here, bitch,” Martha turned her head to watch the punk's nipples hard and twitching against the black rock band t-shirt.

“I... I just cranked one out, you know it's a bit exciting, my nerves aren't very used to hide when I'm horny, it was a drop, just a drop, I'm full of it, I swear I haven't fucked any customer, it's unethical, uh,” Cynthia fought her primal instincts but her cock struggled against the confines of her jeans furiously, determined to fuck the shit out of Martha.

“Don't lie to me bitch, I know you're lying, you've been thinking with that penis, you just can't shrug it off, can you?” Martha stood up, almost a foot taller than the scared punk, a perverted look and a satisfaction grin filling her cute face. “How big did you asked her to grow this time?”

“A ten-inch