Heather's Bitch (Futa on Male, nonconsent)

I haven't posted anything to the forum in a long, long while, so I thought I would share a story I have put some work into. It's a fantasy and scenario my girlfriend and I play out a lot, so if the characters seem just a little bit 2d, it's because I didn't try very hard to make them interesting...

Not exactly the best bit of writing around, but it's erotica that someone might enjoy!

Heather strolled through the door, smiling faintly as she set her coat aside.

"Heather!" I called out happily, moving into the hallway to greet her.

"Oh. Hey bitch," she said dismissively, setting her purse down and sighing as she ignored me.

"Hey!" I protested, my cheeks flushed with red. I hated it when she called me that.

"What?" She asked, frowning and looking bored. I fixed her with an equal frown, not believing that she didn't understand what I meant. She shrugged her shoulders at me and approached, trying to stretch her back from the long day at work.

I waited another second more, before I relented. "Please don't call me a bitch..."

Heather gave one last stretch and then grinned at me. She stepped forward close enough to kiss me, and I even smiled at her and puckered for the kiss.

She shoved me backwards.

I half toppled over the couch, half bent backwards over its arm. She flipped me over in an instant, smiling as she held me in place.

"Heather!" I called with indignation as the girl pulled my rump into the air, giving it a smile. She ignored my shout entirely, giggling as she kneaded my butt. I wiggled, trying to get her to stop.

"Heather! Don't!" I shouted meekly, trying to wiggle her off.

The girl rubbed the front of her pants, on the bulge that was growing there. I looked at it with a mix of fear and dread, and she cooed as she stroked it through the jeans.

The girl returned to my ass as if I hadn't spoken, pressing the lump against my thigh. With just a quick adjustment, the meaty bulge was grinding my ass. It was fat, and heavy. Pretty big already, and only getting bigger.

"Stop Heather...," I begged pitifully as she gyrated her hips against my ass.

Heather smacked my butt hard enough to make me yelp with surprise, frowning at me.

"Shut up," she said flatly.

My ass stung, but my pride hurt more. It was so humiliating...

"Heather... Please!" I tried to negotiate again, still wiggling slowly to get her off.

SMACK!

Her hand slapped into my ass hard, making me jump and yelp again.

"Shut up!" She said again, more forcefully this time. "...Bitch." Heather added with a smile.

I grumbled, not wanting another spanking from her, and another red mark on my rump.

She undid the button on my pants, dragging them and my boxers down to the floor and off of me. The air was cold on my bare lower half, making me shiver for a second. I looked over my shoulder as the sound of a zipper being undone filled me with fright. Heather peeled her ill fitting pants off, sighing with relief when her fat cock hung unrestrained in the air.

It was huge! Easily