Hi Everyone!
Not dead! New commission, I've been working on a few more that I may or may not put on this page, so apologies for the delay. I've been considering opening some kind of subcribestar where I'd post everything, but I like to keep things relatively consistent here out of personal preference.
This is futa/male story again. Themes of mild reluctance in this. Just to be safe I'm sticking this in noncon so as not to give anybody any bad feelings.
As always, make sure you're open and communicative with your partner and never push them into something they're not comfortable with, even if it is as simple and allegedly 'innocent' as coercion, it's still bad, so please don't do it.
As always do not use my stories as license to act upon transphobic and anti-LGBT+ behavior, I do not condone it and I do not support it. You really don't need to inform me that you don't agree with that statement, I truly do not care.
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PROLOGUE...
Early dawn crests over the horizon.
In an old house next to campus, stand big thick greek letters across the tiles of the second story. In one of the many rooms inside, peering through the slitted blinds, there's a sight that one couldn't unsee even if they tried.
At first glance you wouldn't be faulted for thinking there was a corpse splayed out on the bed. The second thing that would hit you is the raw stench of sex, shortly followed by the steam accumulated after the hours of non-stop furious fucking that was being done on that bed.
This room belongs, or rather
belonged
, to Kyle Richards. He was a pledge at one of the many frats that sit just outside the main campus.
Kyle made a terrible mistake last night.
At the party the frat was hosting, he saw a massive woman at the other end of the room. She seemed to be alone.
She stood about 6'4, looming over his 5'7 frame. Clad in tight navy leggings and a white crop top, exposing her rich abs and hips. She was powerful looking, and fit beyond reason. Her athleticism was only matched by her curves. He was shocked there weren't fifty guys all over her. Her ass was gigantic, wide, bubbly, and grabbable. Clearly round from copious glute workouts, her cheeks looked like they could kill a man if she sat on him right. Her thighs were like massive war zeppelins as well, jiggling, but if flexed would likely bulge into an impressive show of muscle.
Even under the crop top he could tell her boobs were only just that much smaller, but were still heavy and huge. A mouthwatering rack was under those clothes, it was easy to tell. A healthy amount of fat layered her frame, adding to her waist, and making her arms look even bigger. Thinly hiding the ripped muscle underneath it, and blanketing over the massive veins that likely bulged across her body. A beautiful small layer around her lower stomach and sides, adding to her hourglass shape.
Her face was beautiful too. It was different and unique looking. She had fox-like features. Prominent, but thin, hazel eyes, lidded and lusty looking. They were spaced apart, a bit like Anya Taylor-Joy's. Tight, plush, and firm lips, her mouth looked soft and smooth. Thick, but plucked, brows that were like deep red waves above her piercing eyes. Giving her a seductive look of nonchalance. Her nose was cute, button-like in the middle of her face. Her face was heart shaped, and beautiful to look at. She stood out so well.
What helped her unique beauty was also that she was ginger. Freckles dotted her face, especially across the bridge of her nose. A long curly mane of red hair hung from her head down the middle of her massive toned back.
To impress his 'brothers', Kyle came up to her and tried to flirt with her. He strode to her with arrogance and oozing with confidence, he would shoot his shot if nobody else was going to. The entire party seemed scared of her, this would be his conquest tonight.
Little did he know...
After she reciprocated his poor attempts at getting with her, much to his shock, he found himself slowly being reversed in this power dynamic. What started as him leading, calling her 'hot' and a 'total 10', turned into a red-faced stuttering mess as she loomed over him, his back to a wall. She was hitting him with lines that would make anybody's knees shake.
As she held herself over him, one hand on the wall behind him, the other leaving her massive hips, she began to play with his hair.
He heard snickers from the other side of the room, his 'brothers' laughing and pointing behind her back, the way he was being easily frazzled by this absolute bombshell of a woman.
She turned slightly, sneered, then turned back to him.
She put a big, but feminine, hand on the side of his face, stroking his cheek as she leaned down into his ear.
"Ignore them baby, they're just jealous that they're not about to get as lucky as you tonight..."
Each word was a breathy release of hot beautiful air that danced in his brain and massaged it. Every loving whisper and love song that captured him.
As he turned to look at his brothers again, she guided his gaze back to hers.
"Why don't you show me your room..."
"O-oh... y-yeah for sure... okay..." He smiled, sputtering the words out, his body shaking.
She bit her lip, driving her hand up his face and into the side of his head, scratching his scalp. Softly playing and bullying him.
"My name's Bri..."
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We cut to the present in Kyle's story.
He's on his back after roughly eight hours of straight sex. His body is covered in ropes of his own cum, and ropes of... hers...
With his legs spread wide, held in Bri's strong hands. In between his legs are her rippling sweaty hips, snapping back and forth with all of her vast strength. The room lit up with the aggressive, wet, and sloppy, clapping of her waist as her massive cock, coated in a thick white cocoon of her copious loads, disappeared in and out of his gaping asshole.
*PLAP!-PLORP!-PLORP!-PLAP!-PLORP!-PLAP!-PLAP!-PLAP!-PLORP!-PLORP!*
"Mmmf. Fuck baby..." She breathed out, "That's good... that's good pussy..."
The room was ignited in loud wet slaps of skin on skin, clapping profusely with her pelvis as she destroyed him, dominated him, and used him for hours and hours.
Kyle was in a complete daze, his brain turned to mush, his eyes spaced out. His mouth hung open slightly, drooling as he could barely form a scream. His voice ran out a few hours ago. At this point he'd submitted herself to her as her personal flesh toy.
Earlier, after he was held against a wall while she mashed her lips furiously against his, she pulled her leggings down and revealed her 12-inch pringle can of a cock. He was apprehensive and scared at first, but Bri always knew how to coax a boy into it, with aggression and seduction, she had him bent over in front of her before he knew it.
Here they were now. Bri dominating him, body and mind.
