It's hard to be a straight girl.

I mean, obviously. You've got to deal with men - and even if you're attracted to men, it doesn't mean you particularly like them. Sure, there's some around who aren't so bad, but all the good ones seem to be taken.

But you could deal with all that. You could deal with sorting through the crowds of creeps and weirdos, with the innate risk of dating, with the endless ghosting and kindergarten-level pettiness from men who somehow (supposedly) hold adult jobs and pay their own rent. There's just one complicating factor.

It's basically impossible to be a straight girl with a fat, heavy cock tucked into your panties. Sure, you're all woman otherwise - with a very functional and very needy pussy tucked behind your swinging junk… but it's tough to find anyone to give you what you really need.

How many guys are into that? Well, there's a few - you've put some feelers out over the years. Most of them seem to be checking off some kind of bucket list item, or want to call you weird slurs. There's also a notable subset - in fact, probably the majority - who want you to bend them over instead. Unfortunately, you just can't make yourself go through with it. The idea of anal makes your libido wilt like nothing else.

No, you need a man who's willing to see past the unfortunate genetic curiosity you've been saddled with. One who can lavish it with attention - because you are, truly, shamefully weak to a skilled tongue or slippery hand on your shaft - and then rail you nice and deep like you've been wanting for so long.

Because you don't fit the profile. Nobody ever clocks you as a futa, because you're not six foot tall, or super ripped, or particularly butch. You don't fit any of the stereotypes, either in appearance or personality. You're short, soft, curvy, sweet and almost cherubic with your innocent smile and bright eyes. You wear flowy dresses instead of leather jackets, and nothing gets you to pitch a tent in them faster than being called a ‘good girl’ by a tall man with nice hands.

Unfortunately, an unexpected erection seems to scare most men off. You've had a few close calls with aggressive sorts who've taken the surprise as a personal affront, so nowadays you usually advertise well in advance, even if it means fewer dates. Better safe than sorry.

So how did you wind up here?

“You look pretty on your knees.” From most, that comment would have been degrading. But Alex made it sound genuine, his rich voice lined with a velvet softness that sent a shiver through your entire body.

You didn't dare speak. You just quietly cursed your luck at finding such a promising gentleman without the opportunity to warn him, as well as your inability to restrain yourself in spite of that. You had set a hard rule of not going home with un-vetted men, but his broad chest and large, roving hands had dazzled and distracted you so thoroughly that the crowded dancefloor had turned into your apartment before you realised it.

Quiet, intimate, cosy. Sinking to your knees in front of him had seemed like a natural progression, especially as his hand reached down to caress your cheek. You nuzzled into it reflexively, letting him cup the side of your face.

“That's a good girl.”

Fuck. You were going to get hard now, you just knew it. The faint tickle of alcohol, the warmth of the summer evening, the faint Antipodean accent of your paramour, the way his thumb brushed across your cheek…

You should stop this, you knew. You should invent some excuse, send him home frustrated instead of risking it like this. You opened your mouth and his thumb slid inside it, hooking the corner of your plump lips gently but firmly.

Fuck. You felt your breath run hot over his hand as a ragged gasp was all you could muster by way of protest. You couldn't look down with his guiding fingers under your chin, but you could feel yourself losing the battle downstairs. The tip of your cock pressed against fabric, its girth swelling inevitably. You only hoped that it wasn't too visible.

Alex paused, his eyes locked on yours as he tilted your chin upwards. “I like this mouth,” he said, almost conversational yet painfully intense as he stroked his thumb across your lower lip, tugging on it gently. “I think I'd like to find out how good you are at using it.”

It wasn't a question. Yet somehow, you sensed the backdoor there. A way out, if you so chose. He was waiting for the go-ahead, his eyes flitting up and down as he greedily drank you in. You knew you looked good; you'd picked the dress for a reason. Tighter than your usual, knee-length in a luxurious red. Your generous chest spilled over the top of the plunging neckline, currently heaving with almost-panicked gasps as you stared up at him.

His spare hand drifted to his zipper, right in front of you at eye level, then paused, tantalisingly tugging at the fastener. “Are you all right?” he asked, his voice a little gentler.

You steeled yourself and nodded, wrapping your lips obligingly around his thumb and giving it a quick flick of your tongue by way of assent.

You'd figure it out later.

Later, you squealed as your eyes rolled back in your head, every muscle in your body stiffening as your bare, bouncing cock erupted for what must have been the sixth or seventh time that evening, spraying a fountain of semen all over your already-sticky chest.

Alex chuckled triumphantly at the sight, pressing his bare, broad chest back against yours as he continued pumping his thick, unyielding cock inside your sorely-neglected, soaking wet pussy. “Well done,” he exhorted, his voice thick with insertion as his shaft slammed home once more. “You've made such a mess, baby.”

“I'm s-sorreeeeh…” you slurred, finding it difficult to regain control of your tongue as your sky-high orgasm subsided. “I'm so… ffffucked up!”

“Nuh-uh, none of that, now,” Alex said kindly. Pausing his swift, heavy thrusts, he reached between your bodies and traced a finger along the underside of your still-hard cock, slick with juices as it was. “I love this… it's so gorgeous.”

A soft, whimpering moan was all you could offer as his deft fingers teased your glans, smearing your bulbous cockhead with your own cum and making it twitch. Your legs had been wrapped firmly around his waist, though they had loosened and slipped with your latest earth-shattering orgasm. As you tried to catch your breath, you couldn't help but undulate your hips slowly against him, revelling in the feeling of him buried deep inside you. Something else was building, an unfamiliar sensation amid the frantic spikes of your ejaculations.

Dropping lower, his fingers, thick and strong, slipped past the root of your cock and arrived at the slippery opening where his own shaft was buried. He brushed a fingertip over your clit, still looking down at you with a careful smile. “You ever cum from down here before?”

“No.” Breathless. This was all new. You'd never reached this point before.

“Would you like to?”

“Oh God, yes.”

His smile widened, and he brushed a stray lock of hair out of your face. “Well, if you keep doing such a wonderful job, I think we can make that happen.”

You blinked, the pleasure fuzzing your brain as he started moving again, slowly drawing back before sinking inside again. “I, unfh!? I'm doing good?”

“You're doing great, sweetheart.” His voice was warm as he kissed you on the forehead. “Just a little bit longer, okay? I'm kind of curious to see how many times this cock of yours will explode before you really climax.”

At the prospect couched in praise, you felt yourself melting, and with the last of your strength you hooked your ankles behind his back once more.

Super sweet, super simple. Very very atypical considering what usually gets posted here, but maybe it tickles some fancies. If it wasn't clear, you'd be playing an extremely femme futa who point blank refuses to top. The story details are a bit vague, but if you've got a more compelling scenario in mind (or you want to borrow one of my others to combine), sing out.

Full kinklist in profile, but no anal, beast, violence, cruelty, or toilet play.

Kinks could include breast play, breeding, pet names, excessive cum, holding the moan, clothing play, teasing and sweetness, as well as everything that's apparent from the prompt itself above.