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- Herausgeber: Between the Two
- Sprache: Englisch
- Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2021
Futanari Fantasies
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Gia Maria Marquez
Futanari Fantasies
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Futanari Fantasies
Fucked by the Futa Traffic Cop
Camp Futa
Dr. Futa Treats Her Patient
Pregnant by Her Futa Friend
Futa Geek Girl Gets It
Futa Girls Repopulate the Planet
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Futanari Fantasies
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This is a work of fiction. Names, places, characters and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, organizations, events or locales is entirely coincidental. All sexually active characters in this work are 18 years of age or older.
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Futanari Fantasies
Six NEW Futa Sex Stories
By
Gia Maria Marquez
Fucked by the Futa Traffic Cop
Camp Futa
Doctor Futa Treats Her Patient
Pregnant by Her Futa Friend
Futa Geek Girl Gets It
Futa Girls Repopulate the Planet
Fucked by the Futa Traffic Cop
This story starts the same way as every other story about getting pulled over by a sexy cop in the middle of the night. Doesn’t end the same way, though.
You’ll find out soon enough.
It was late and I was lost, driving down this remote stretch of highway at two in the morning, wishing I could read that map by the light of the moon.
Not that it would do me a lick of good. I didn’t know where the hell I was.
So when those flashing lights came up behind me, I gotta admit: I was relieved.
No sirens. I knew I wasn’t speeding. Cop car made a beeping sound to indicate I should pull over, and I did.
No sweat.
You shoulda seen this gal getting out of the cruiser: blonde hair swept back in a bun, uniform so tight I thought her boobs would pop all those buttons down the front of her dark blue shirt. Slim body, not too tall. And then the typical gear around her waist: the billy club and gun, radio and cuffs.
She was a sight to behold.
The traffic cop strutted her stuff toward my vehicle as I rolled down the window to greet her.
I said, “Evenin’ ma’am,” beating her to the punch.
She said, “Officer Paine, to you.”
“Evenin’ Officer Paine.” I took my map off the passenger seat. “Maybe you can help me. I can’t seem to find where I’m going.”
Taking two steps back, she drew her gun and said, “No sudden movements!”
I’d never had a gun pointed in my face. You can’t imagine how truly terrifying it would be, especially when ya done nothin wrong.
How could I convince her I was innocent as they come?
I let the map flutter against the steering wheel while I raised both hands. “Hold up now, Officer. I ain’t done what you think, whatever that is. I’m just a lost soul trying to find my way in the darkness.”
She slowly brought her gun down and slid it back into the holster. “Lost, are ya? Most men wouldn’t admit a thing like that.”
“I’m not like most men,” I said.
“I’m not like most women,” she told me.
“I can see that.”
She cocked her head and got a mean look in her eye. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Nothing,” I said, feeling nervous, sweating bullets. “Only you got a real forceful personality. You tell a man what to do, he’s gonna do it. That’s for sure.”
“Are you sayin you wouldn’t normally do what a woman tells ya?” she asked in a gruff, flinty voice.
“Me? Oh, I always do what I’m told, ma’am. Like I said: I’m not like other men.”
“I see.”
Officer Paine stuck her head inside my window so fast I nearly jumped. She took a deep inhale, which made me mighty conscious of when I last showered.
Then she said, “You been drinkin tonight?”
“No,” I said. “I ain’t much of a drinker, in all honesty.”
“I see.”
She didn’t seem to believe anything I said to her, so I tried asking again for directions.
I don’t think she was even listening to that bit, because she opened my door and said, “Step out of the vehicle.”
My heart wouldn’t quit pounding like a drum, but I did what she asked. I stepped out and said, “What’s this about, Officer?”
“You ever walked a line?”
“Well, no,” I told her. “Like I said, I ain’t much for the drink.”
“You’re gonna walk one tonight,” she said, taking a slim metal flashlight from her holster to illuminated the yellow line.
“Isn’t this a little dangerous?” I asked. “Stepping out in the middle of the road when a car could come streaking by at any moment?”
“Ain’t been any vehicle but yours down this stretch all night.”
Made me wonder who she hoped to catch speeding camped by the side of a deserted highway.
“Git,” she growled, flicking the light at the line. “I thought you said you listened to women no question. I thought you said you ain’t like other men.”
“That’s true,” I told her. “More than you know.”
“Well then do as I tell ya and walk that line.” She then sneered, “Unless you’re too drunk to walk it straight.”
“I swear I ain’t been drinking,” I told her, but that obviously wasn’t good enough. She squinted her dark eyes at me and her fingers wriggled at her side, just over the holster where she’d lodged her gun.
She flicked the flashlight again and I hopped to it.
I’ll be honest with you: I’m not what you’d call a daring man. I don’t go out of my way looking for adventure. So traipsing into the middle of the road in the middle of the night didn’t get me all riled up the way it would for some.
Fact is, I was shakin in my boots as I put one foot in front of the other.
Officer Paine stood a damn sight back. If a truck came barreling down the highway at top speed, it wouldn’t be her in danger. And me? I’d be flat as a pancake.
Least I wouldn’t be worried about finding my way in the dark.
“Good enough,” the officer told me.
I crossed the empty lane quickly. Being in the road like that got my heart racing, and I couldn’t slow it down.
As I approached my vehicle, Officer Pain picked up the map off my seat and stared down at the white powder I’d spilled there earlier.
“Well, well, well,” she said, like the cat that got the canary. “What have we got here, Mister Upstanding Citizen?”
“Oh, that.” Don’t know why I felt so nervous. There was a simple explanation. “That’s sugar substitute. I spilled the packet when I was putting it in my coffee.”
“Sugar substitute?” she said, sounding like she didn’t believe a word.
“I watch what I eat.”
She raised her brow. “Sure you do.”
“If you taste it you’ll see. It’s sweetener for my coffee.”
“Lab tests will verify that,” she said coolly. “If what you’re saying is true.”
Grabbing my arm, she pulled me around to the front of the car and forced me down. The hood was warm against my face, but not hot. Warm enough that I could feel it through my shirt, though. Good thing I’d been through the car wash, or it would have got my clothes all dirty.
Mind you, I’d been driving along dusty roads all day.
“I want to see both hands behind your back,” Officer Paine instructed.
That’s when I heard the metallic shriek of handcuffs.
My heart beat a mile a minute.
“Am I under arrest? Please, you can’t arrest me, Officer!”
“Why’s that?” she asked, like she was enjoying this. Like arresting me was sweet as taffy and she just wanted to take her time with it.
“I’m not drunk,” I said. “I wasn’t speeding. That white stuff’s nothing more than coffee sweetener. I’m a law-abiding citizen! I don’t deserve to be arrested!”
“That’s for me to decide,” the cop growled. “In case you forgot, I’m an officer of the law. If I see fit to dish out a little discipline, that’s my prerogative.”
I didn’t think that was strictly true, but what choice did I have once she got those cuffs on me?
That was the first time I’d ever felt the sharp metallic clink of cuffs around my wrists. I expected them to be cold, but they weren’t. I guess they got warmed up, being so close to her body… which was undeniably arousing.
With my chest down flat on the hood of my car, I couldn’t get up. Couldn’t move, ‘cept wriggle side to side. Even then, it sure put a strain on my shoulder.
“Are you taking me to the station?” I asked.
Her voice sounded different when she said, “The choice is yours.”
It came out more like a purr than a growl, and that made me real suspicious of what she was up to back there.
“I could take you to the slammer,” she went on. “Lock you up for the night, ‘til we run some tests on that white powder.”
“If you taste it—”
She cut me off. “Orrrrr we could come to some sort of… agreement?”
“What kind of agreement?” I asked, feeling more innocent than I had in all my adult life.
Officer Paine reached around and found my belt with both hands.
“What are you doing?” I shrieked, sounding very far from masculine.
She unbuckled it masterfully, then released the latched and unzipped my fly. God only knows how she managed without being able to see what she was doing. The only lights illuminating the scene were her vehicle’s headlights and the swirling, silent police ones on top of the cruiser.
I’d never felt so apprehensive.
My pants hit the road with a swift thud, thanks to my wallet and pocket change weighing them down. Officer Paine was only interested in my body, it seemed. She stroked my hardness and cooed like a dove.
“Someone’s raring to go.”
She bucked against me, and I felt her night stick bump my butt.
