Hard man working hardware

Eric was told he’d be going down into the city center to try out a hardware store. It would be full of tools and fertilizer, but the city was a hotbed of Futa activity. He and Jessica would be taking one of the pickup trucks down so they could stock up if the coast was clear, but mainly he was being sent to gather information. The survivors hadn’t dared to go downtown for months, they’d lost too many good men and women to the corruption there. He put on a brave face and accepted the task, but his insides were clenched hotly with desire. He felt the need growing inside and he knew that he could probably find some Futas willing to lend a neighbor a cup of their sugar. He was licking his lips thinking about it and his breath became heavy and humid. With some luck he might find a Futa that could corrupt him, Dame be damned!

Jessica talked to him as she drove him into the city, but he found it hard to focus on what the mother of two was saying. He did catch the part where he was to jump into the bed of the truck if he was followed and she’d drive them to safety. He also couldn’t help but notice the flame of hope in her eyes. He remembered that her twenty something children had been taken early by the corruption. Those hot little sluts probably had small fucking kingdoms of Futas on their dicks and in their pussies day and night. They’d gotten in on the ground floor and a twinge of jealousy flared inside him. He tuned back into the conversation as she asked him “Do you think we can cure them? I’d give anything to be reunited with them.” He mentally rolled his eyes, he didn’t give a single fuck about her and those two whores. All he wanted right now was that sweet release that only a Futa could give him, fuck! He told her it was possible and that he’d do what he could to help, then he tried to rest for the rest of the drive. He closed his eyes to dreams of sex.

Jessica was left safely locked in the truck. Eric walked down the middle of a street downtown in broad daylight, where the fuck were these lazy bitches? He grit his teeth, the cravings were quickly growing stronger. It was just his luck, where was a hard Futa cock when you needed one? He yelled down the street as he approached the hardware store, but the only answer was silence. The store was empty too. He took a cart and dutifully filled it with bags of fertilizer, a couple axes, a screwdriver set, and to top it off a couple of picks and hoes. He noisily loaded the cart hoping to be noticed, but no one came for him. God dammit! Then he remembered the balloon in his jacket he pulled it out quickly held it above his mouth and squeezed. Or at least he tried to. His muscles seemed to freeze when he tried to pop it. He dropped it into his mouth and tried to bite down, but he just couldn’t no matter how hard he tried. Tears of frustration ran down his cheeks. He reluctantly pulled the balloon full of exactly what he needed out of his mouth. So close and yet so far away. Dame’s words flashed through his mind “corrupt whoever they send with you... after you do suck their balls dry... spread the love!” and he knew how he could get what he needed.

He yelled in the streets as he wheeled the cart back towards the spot where Jessica and the truck waited for him. He had known that he was calling in vain, somehow he was certain that Jessica would be his only option. He knew that he was lost, Dame had made sure of that. He wasn’t a Futa though, he didn’t want to drag the others down with him. He just wanted to surrender himself into the sweet embrace of his Futa sisters, he wanted to fuck them, to be fucked by them, to fall face first into sexy corruption, to glut himself on their irresistible cum and share his in kind. Was that really so bad? As he pushed the cart into the dim parking garage and saw the truck his mind changed as if someone had tossed his switch. He wanted to corrupt Jessica. He’d put his hand on the scales and make his own luck, Jessica’s Futa cum would flow freely and he would feast.
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