Romance and ass with Michael and Cass

Michael and Cassandra are all over each other on the way to the hotel: kissing, leaning, hair-stroking... The shorter, still-male-identifying bimbo stays nestled against the futa's new Amazonian frame, making the trip take far longer than normal.

But eventually they reach the hotel, stepping into the lobby... And giggling like a pair of schoolgirls, as Mike nibbles on Cassandra's earlobe. Once inside, they stop for a moment, sighing contentedly.

Mike speaks first, still leaning on Cass's arm: "This is... Something, huh?"

"Yeah." Cass smirks a little, caressing his shoulder. "Not how most of my relationships have started, I'll say that much..."

"Not complaining, though, right? I mean... We're in Amsterdam."

"And we're beautiful," Cass teases, running a thumb down Mike's feminine cheekbone--While staring at his even-more-feminine cleavage. "Like... Really beautiful. So, no: not complaining."

"Nice."

"Yeah."

The two of them stand there for a moment... Staring into each other's eyes... Until a sweet little moment turns into an awkward silence.

"...Uh, so..." Mike clears his throat. "We don't have a key, do we?"

"Ah. Nope."

"We can ask the concierge for one."

"Yep."

Another few seconds pass.

"Um, well, are you gonna..." Mike trails off as Cass shakes her head.

"I clocked out, dummy," she replies playfully, leaning against the wall. "I know you've been a... A human fleshlight for a while now... And I know you're just getting used to following my orders, and stuff... But it's time to flip the script. The sun's down... You're my boyfriend. For the rest of the night, it's your turn to take the initiative."

"Oh, shit--Right, yeah," Mike chuckles, clearing his throat as he heads off towards the concierge's desk.

Cassandra watches him go, her eyes roaming up and down his body... Especially his huge, jiggling bubble butt. Her massive cock springs to attention--

--And she gives it a little flick.

"Down, girl," she mumbles, a smirk turning into a huge grin as she watches Mike talking sheepishly to the concierge. "Tonight, he's gonna fuck me... I can pounce on that ass tomorrow."

Her erection doesn't listen... But Michael doesn't seem to mind, allowing it to brush up against him as he returns and leads her to the elevator.

"I thought that thing was supposed to go soft at night?"

"I think... I think it's more that it's not always hard when I'm off-duty," Cass replies, blushing a little. "It can still get hard, if... If, uh... Yeah."

"I'll take that as a compliment, then," Mike giggles, kissing her rosy cheek.

Two minutes later and three stories up, a door slams open and then shut.

Two bodies tumble onto the bed, kissing more passionately than--Well, certainly more passionately than Mike's ever kissed you. Probably more passionately than he's ever made out with anyone. Cassandra's a special breed... Even more so, now that she's a perfectly-sculpted futanari mistress, who he's spent all day fawning over.

It doesn't take long for your friend to shake off his submissive-fucktoy-habits and get manly again. Cass finds herself being manhandled into position--Albeit by a body much weaker and smaller than her own, a few bimbofied proportions aside. Mike can't pick up Cass the way she once carried him, but he's strong enough to get her perched on all fours.

Looming over her, he kisses her neck... Then moves down her back, crouching behind her upturned ass... Then, without warning, his mouth dives between her legs.

"Oh, God... Michael--Fuuuck," she moans, a rare swear word slipping from the once-shy redhead's lips. "...Don't stop..."

Mike's tongue starts at the bottom, then makes its way up: from Cass's pre-cum-oozing cockhead, up her half-hard shaft, over and around her clit--Then around again--Before making its way up her slit, and on to her asshole.

"Mike, are you--I've never--Ah!" Cassandra's mouth stays open after the yelp, hanging there in a silent cry as Michael flicks his tongue over her ass.

"Mm... You heard what John said, right?" Mike looks up from between her legs, craning his neck to try and judge her expression. "Is that something you..."

"Yes," she gasps. "Just... It's gonna take some getting used to."

"We've got all night."

With that, he gets back to work... Kissing, teasing, and lubricating.