As I looked up at the sign, I knew I was in the right place: "The Blushing Boislut".

The bar was the most famous futa den in the city, and it's certain that the place would have been shut down if anyone so minded had the nerve to go in the place.

"I'd stay away from there if I were you, buddy. I heard the bartender cums in guy's drinks", a well meaning passerby said, before hastily striding off.

Well, duh. Why do you think I'm here?

I've been curious for years, but I've never worked up the nerve to go in. But I know what the futa around here say. If a guy walks into The Blushing Boislut, he's fucking asking for it.

I took a deep breath and pushed the door open. A smell hit my nose, a cloying, familiar smell..

Is that cum?

As my eyes adjusted to the low light level, I took in the scene. The room was lit by a few bare lightbulbs, and most of the walls were bare brick. The wall by the door was covered in picture frames, but these weren't pictures of satisfied drinkers..

Each photo was a different man, in a different state of undress or feminisation. Some were passed out, some were grinning and waving or making a "peace" sign at the camera. All of them were covered in cum. Every single one had a cock, or a sex toy, or a bottle up his ass. One even had a pool cue stuck a way up there. I stared at the wall for a while, not yet aware that I was going to have my very own place on that wall soon enough.

I passed my eyes further around the room, to the booths. A few tall futanari lounged on the seats, watching a few TVs that were flickering with pornography. One of them, dressed head to two in leather and denim, had a booted foot rested on table, while a boi in a schoolgirl costume happily sucked her vast cock under the table. The floor actually had padded spots underneath the tables for bois to kneel on.

God, it's everything I dreamed of. I wonder if they've only got a girl's bathroom like the rumours? You know what they say. Even if you were a man when you went in..

With a smile growing on my face, I walk up to the bar, which is staffed by a tall, blonde futa, cleaning a glass. I sit on a very sticky stool and speak up. "May I have a beer, please?" I ask, going for my wallet.

"Haven't you heard, new girl?" she chuckled. "Boi's don't pay here".

She placed a foaming glass down with a thud.

"I'll try to remember that.." I reply, sipping the beer. The boi dressed as a schoolgirl climbs up on the table, dripping with cum, and starts the strip for the whole bar.

I become aware of a few smirking futa eying me up. My heart starts to race.

Am I finally going to get to live my fantasies? Will I even be able to take it? Fuck. Was I a dumbass to come here?

Make your move. You're gonna have to convince me I belong in here. How will my night end? Introduce your character and let's make some smut!

THE LESS-SEXY INFORMATION PART

What are my kinks, you ask? I love everything ass, gangbangs, humiliation and corruption, public, pee, messy sex, cum everywhere, feminsation, gender-bending and sexuality play. I'm not so much a fan of plain abuse as much as teasing and playful mockery, and I love stuff like using female pronouns for myself and calling you "Daddy" or "Sir".

I also love the idea of this not just being a bar, but a total dive. Like, there's a gloryhole in every single toilet stall and the sell sex toys behind the bar. It's not just a bar, it's effectively a sex club.