Why not? She seems so sweet.

You step back to let Barbra into your apartment. Part of you was kind of done with interacting with people today but a larger part of yourself was so very grateful that someone at least was trying to help that you couldn't refuse her. It might have been nice to ask her to wait a moment so you could change out of your slightly damp pants, but you didn't want to give her the chance to change her mind.

Your apartment wasn't much to look at. It was fairly small with just one bedroom and bathroom, plus a large open area that pulled extra work as a living room, open concept kitchen and small dining room. You owned a couch that was low the ground and designed to sink into, a TV on a small stand, a gaming console, moderate sized table, three chairs and a basic set of kitchen appliances. You bedroom boasted a desk for your computer, a nightstand for your lamp, and a queen sized bed.

If Barbra was disappointed with what she saw she gave no sign of it. She fetched your first aid kit from the bathroom and ordered you to sit down on the couch. Since you sank down into the couch cushions, you were **** to stair up at the smaller woman as she bent over you to treat your injuries. The disinfectant she dabbed on your scrapes stung slightly but her touch was gentle and kind.

She was kind of invading your space as she worked, coming close enough that you could smell her. The soap she had used was fruity and her breath was minty fresh. Her gaze seemed to linger on you in places, especially your lips, and on more than one occasion she brushed her hand over parts of you that weren't injured at all in an almost caress. When she locked eyes with you for a long moment before blushing and looking away you wondered if maybe she was here to do more than her good deed for the day.

A woman taking an interest in you so soon after another had assaulted you probably should have had you jittery or nervous. But you were so eager for positive attention the thought never really occured to you. It certainly helped that this little goth chick had danced through some of your wetter dreams from time to time. Honestly you counted yourself lucky.

"Thanks" you eventually said as she finished bandaging your arms. "I'm sure I'll heal much faster thanks to you."

"Don't be so eager." She said in mild chastisement, with another little blush on her face. "I'm not finished with you yet. Now take off your shirt."

"My shirt?" You asked surprised.

"Yes your shirt." She commanded shifting her stance a little bit as if squirming in place. "I've got to check the rest of you for any other injuries."

You thought about arguing that nothing else hurt, besides your ass of course. But you liked the thought of getting to show off for her a bit. So you took you shirt off and smiled proudly as you saw her eyes widen in approval. You kept yourself in pretty good shape. Your abs were well defined and there wasn't much fat on you.

"Let me know if anything hurts when I touch it. You might have bruises that are yet to turn color." She said as she started to run her hands over your body.

Her attention was slow and sweet, almost reverent as she traced over your muscles, kneaded into your flesh and even gave your pecks a gentle squeeze or two. It was odd to have a woman's hands running over your body. You liked it. You were tempted to return the favor but were worried that you might come off as a bit of a creep, touching without explicit permission.

She was leaning much closer to you as she ran her fingers over your chest. You could almost see down her shirt. Her face was growing a fair bit more flushed. You wondered if maybe she was going to start rubbing against you like a little affectionate kitten. But then she leaned back, stood up and walked around you.

"Just one more thing to take care of now." She said. "Now lean forward a bit and let me work the tension out of your muscles."

You did as you were told and soon she giving your neck and back a very good massage. She found knots you didn't even know you had and soon had you melting into your seat. It was so relaxing and perfect. This day had started terribly but now things were looking up. You ideally wondered if maybe you had fallen asleep and maybe this was all a dream. Certainly your mind was beginning to drift away like a dream.

"I still can't believe anyone would be so rough with such a perfect little angel like you." Barbra said after maybe ten minutes of making you drift away on cloud nine. "Tell me what happened baby I'll make it all better."

"It's embarrassing." You said without really thinking.

"Oh hush." Barbra said a little breathy. "You can tell me."

"I was attacked by a futanari at the bus stop." You admitted. There were thoughts in the back of your mind about why you might not want to admit this, but Barbra had been so good to you. You don't think you could've refused her anything right now. "All I did was ask her the time and suddenly she hit me and knocked me down."

"She knocked you down on the sidewalk just for asking that?" Barbra asked in disbelief. She also paused in her massage and you think you heard something drop to the floor behind you. Maybe a thing or two come to think of it. "And then what did she do?"

"She started eating me out." You confessed. Part of your mind started to lurch back into gear now but you couldn't yet stop yourself from speaking. "That felt pretty good if I'm honest, but then she pulled out her dick and started **** me in the street."

"That doesn't sound much like **** to me sugar." Barbra said with a husky laugh as she kneaded your neck a few more times with one hand. "Very rude of her though. Did she at least make you cum? Or did just pump you and scram?"

"Well....." You hesitated but you had to be honest. You had already lied enough today. "When she came in me she pushed me over the edge. Then we cuddled for a bit and she just left to go to work."

"Very rude and thoughtless." Barbra said and it sounded like she was starting to pant a bit behind you. "Fucking you raw on the sidewalk. Such a inconsiderate hussy. The least she could've done is wait for your bus to come. Then she could've fucked you on a cushion and you wouldn't have gotten so scraped up. Well don't you worry my sweet little baby I'll treat you much better."

She walked back in front of you and every thought about how weird what she was saying was driven right out of your head. Barbra was standing before you naked in all her glory. She was every bit a fit as you were, maybe even a bit better. Rock hard abs, solid pecks, well defined muscles on her arms, it all made her perky A cup breasts stand out all the more. She had her belly button pierced and studs in her nipples. But what you couldn't tare your eyes away from was her very hard, very erect nine inch dick waving proudly above her tennis ball sized sack.

Oh fuck she was also a futanari. Oh double fuck she seemed to have decided you had also already consented to some hard dicking. And oh triple fuck, you felt a strange torpor fall on your body as you sat before her. Just like earlier that morning you were going to let this woman do whatever she wanted to do to you.

With a predatory gleam in her eyes, Barbra advanced on you and brought her heavy dick down over your face. As your vision filled with cock and your nostrils with her powerful musk you felt a fog begin to fill your mind. The panicked thoughts of why was the happening to you were drowned out as your heart began to race and your dick grew hard in your pants.

"Go ahead my sweet baby boy." She crooned softly in your ears. "This is what you've been asking for isn't it? Go ahead and take a lick. Don't worry. I'll go slow. We have all the time we need to make you into a grade A dick sucker."

You tried to keep your mouth shut. You desperately ordered your arms to come up and shove her away. She looked strong but you had at least forty pounds on her you could oh so easily **** her away. You liked real women. You had never had any interest in dicks before. You didn't have to put up with this.

Your mouth opened to tell her off, but instead your tongue flicked out and lapped quickly at the tower of flesh lying over you. She tasted salty and musky. You would've thought that you would've gag if you ever let a dick near your face. Instead you found that you didn't hate the taste.

So you ran your tongue from the base of her dick up to her head and decided that the taste wasn't the worst thing in the world. You slurped on her glands like an ice cream cone and concluded that maybe you could get used to this. You lapped at the sides, top and bottom of her cock to get it all nice and thickly coated with your saliva and yeah okay maybe this wasn't half bad at all. You buried your nose at the base of her shaft and started mouthing over her balls as if debating whether or not to swallow them and by then you thought you actually liked the taste, maybe even loved it.

"There's a good boy." She praised you. "You love worshiping my little girl don't you? Don't be afraid to use your hands too. Both of them mind, you'll need two hands to get all the way around the base."

You reached above your head and began to stroke her shaft as you continued to give her balls a nice thorough tongue bath. Good God it all felt so powerful in your hands. She was so much bigger than you and you had never thought of your dick as small. In fact it was a perfectly normal size. But it probably looked like a little tooth pick next to a monster like this. This thing deserves to be worshiped. You deserve to be here under her. This was your natural place in the world.

You felt something drip on to your hair, but you paid it no mind. You had gotten one of her balls into your mouth and were suckling on it. Her sack felt so full and heavy, you wondered how large of a load she was going to paint your insides with? She could probably feed you and keep you alive for quite sometime just living on her cum.

Barbra ran a hand through your hair and gently pulled your head back away from her sack. You saw a bead of some pearly white fluid building up around the slit of her dick. Without hesitation you lunged forward and ran your tongue over her head, slurping up the bit of precum she was making for you. It was so gooey, thick, salty and creamy. The taste exploded on your tongue and you knew you were in love. You gently squeezed her dick and ran your tongue over her head again and again trying to coax out a little more.

"Fuck you look so beautiful like that my little baby boy." She cooed at you. "I think you're ready for the next step. Open you mouth nice and wide and let me slide into you."

You held the bottom of your jaw to the head of her dick and opened your mouth as wide as it would go. Your heart was thundering in your chest. She was so big and there would be no going back from this. A part of your mind was still freaking out. Shouting at you that this wasn't right, that you had never asked for this, that you didn't really want this. But a bigger part of yourself didn't care. You were making the wonderful futa goddess happy and that was all that mattered. You were cum slut. A walking onahole for futas to use until they came. This was the reason your were put on this earth, to take girl dick and like it.

So you rolled your head forward and took in as much of her meat as you could manage. You got maybe three or four inches in before you tapped the back of your throat and started to gag. You stared forward at her shaven pelvis, the bottom half of your view filled with cock. You eagerly ran your tongue over every inch of her that you could manage as you strained to hold your jaw open wide enough to not scrape her with your teeth.

She was looking down on you with her lower lip held in her teeth and her hands out in the air opening and closing. You could tell she wanted to grab your head and thrust as deep as she could go. But she as waiting for you to prove you were a good little slut for her and manage her dick on your own. So you started to pull back and push forward to see how much of her you could manage to take.

Back and forth you nodded your head, up and down on her dick. Trying to go a little deeper every time. Doing your damnedest to relax your throat and suppress your reflexes. It took awhile but you managed another inch maybe two.

Above you Barbra moaned and cursed. She sang your praises to the heavens. Her hips began to sway just a little bit in rhythm with your head, urging you onward as deep as you could managed. Drool and spit ran down your chest as your mouth watered and your tongue did its best to lube her up. Your hands raced up and down the almost four inches of dick you had yet to get into your throat, stroking for all you were worth. You did your best to suck on her when she was deep in your mouth and lick at her head as you pulled back. But for all your efforts you had reached your limits. Five inches of girl dick was all you could manage before you choked, gagged and started to cough.

"You're doing so well my sweet baby boy." Barbra sang as her hands settled on the back of your neck and in your hair. "But I think you need a little help to get the last bit of the way. Just focus on your breathing and let me do the rest."

Her hands went from soft and gentle to iron vices in an instant. Your head was frozen in place as she properly thrust her hips forward. Before you knew what was happening there were seven inches of meat in you mouth and pushing into your throat. You choked and gagged but that only slowed her down. She held you trapped in place as your throat was filled with dick that inched back and forth working just a little bit deeper at a time. Just as your lungs began to burn she pulled back, retreating her head to the edge of your lips.

"God your throat is so tight and warm." Barbra declared and then she was back down in you **** you on her cock. Twice more she thrust in, twice more your were pushed to the edge. With the third mighty thrust she at last brought your nose flat against her pelvis and rested her heavy sack on your chin. You gagged and tried to cough, but she held you in place and let you convulse around her dick when finally your throat relaxed and accepted this invader.

"Oh fucking hell you are just so perfect!" Barbra screamed as she pulled completely out of your mouth. You might have collapsed to the ground if she wasn't still holding your head up. A long thick trail of saliva ran from your mouth to her dick and your eyes had all but rolled back into your head. "How are you such a perfect fuck? And where have you been all my life?"

Barbra leaned down and kissed you passionately. Her tongue invaded your mouth as easily as her dick had. Your tongue rose to great this new guest just as enthusiastically as it had welcomed her dick. You moaned as you kissed her. This had all been so good for you.

"Baby I can't hold back anymore." She warned. "I've got to fuck that sweet throat of yours for all its worth. I'm gonna fill your belly up with my baby batter and leave you cum drunk and stupid. Stand up real quick and take your pants off. I want to see you jerk yourself off as you suck my load down. Don't slow down for anything you hear me? I expect you to come for me like a good little boy."

She had to help you stand up since you were still pretty shaky from all that had happened. She bent down to slide your pants and underwear to the floor. She gave your rock hard dick a little kiss on her way back up and even stuck a finger into your ass which was still a bit slick with left over cum from before.

"That skank really did a number on you didn't she?" Barbra said as she licked some of the cum off her fingers. "I can't believe you asked of fucked in public like that. Next time you need a good dicking you come to me you hear? I'll treat you right."

You nodded absently as you all but collapsed to your knees. The thought that you hadn't asked to get fucked in the street crossed your mind. Not had you asked to get throat fucked like this either. But you weren't complaining. This all was so good. Once you had a hand wrapped around your own six inch pecker she wrapped her hands around your head and resumed fucking your throat.

There was nothing more you could do now. You were completely at her mercy. Your face was locked in place as she made use of your throat for all it was worth. Nothing was getting in her way now, all you could do was sit there and take it.

Down, down, down into your throat she slammed her dick into you over and over again. She pulled back only long enough for you to take a deep gulp of air and then she was back in your throat. Nine inches in, five out, four in, six out, six in, four out, four in and then nine out. Over and over again pistoned into you.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" She cursed over and over in-between moans and oaths that you were the best head she had ever had. All you could do was occasionally moan around her.

You came suddenly and without warning. As she buried herself deep into you mouth and held you there until your lungs burned you were pushed over the edge and covered your hand in your spunk. She smiled brightly as she saw your eyes roll back into your head. She pulled back to give you another lung full of air and then resumed her ****.

"Fuck I think I'm coming." She finally said not long after that. She gave you one last lung full of air and then buried herself into your throat as deep as she could go. With an animalistic scream she started to unload into you. You would swear you felt her sack scrunch up and contract on your chin as a you felt a lump run down her dick.

A burning warmth filled your belly as she fired a load deep into stomach. And then another came almost right after that. Then another one. And another one still. Barbra cursed and made a few short thrusts more into your throat before she slowly pulled back and you of you. She paused with her head still in your mouth as she stroked her dick with one hand. You saw her monster contract and then your mouth filled with sperm.

God it tastes so good! It was so thick, almost chewy, salty and gooey. As your cheeks bulged with it all she pulled her dick out of your mouth with a pop and then shot two or three more globs of spunk over your face and hair. It smelled to musky and over powering, it felt so creamy on your face. You were filled with sense of being claimed and owned. It all felt so good.

She stood there panting over you for a few minutes. A look of utter reverence in her eyes. You held your mouth open so she could see the cup full of white sperm she had left for you. Finally you swallowed it and she collapsed down to sit on your lap.

"Fucking hell that was so good John." She said sweetly as she curled up to your chest and kissed your neck and cheeks. "The best blowjob I've ever had by a country mile. I can't thank you enough for asking to give me one, it was exactly what I needed. You're just so sweet and perfect. God what I wouldn't give for you to be mine forever. Let me get you cleaned up."

Barbra made her way to the kitchen and swiftly returned with a wet paper towel. With gentle care and loving strokes she cleaned up the mess in your hand, the spit and saliva on your chest and the sperm all over your face. Every place she cleaned she gently kissed when she was done and when you were all clean she invaded your mouth with her tongue again.

Somehow she got the two of you up on to the couch and now she was lying on top of you. Her dick was pressed against yours, soft but still at least eight inches long. She was playing with your chest hair and occasionally pulling her self up to gently make out with you again.

Gradually your mind pulled itself back together. This hadn't been that bad you had to admit. Definitely better than being fucked on the sidewalk. Barbra was a gentle lover in her way. She had taken good care of you.

But the fact remained you hadn't actually consented to that throat fucking. Barbra seemed to think that you had. The only conclusion you could come to is that she, and probably the woman earlier too, didn't hear the same words that you thought you said. Something very strange was going on here but how to find out?