Club Night 4 - Her Place

It's borderline unbelievable how flirty and sexy but also oblivious and clueless one person can be. How the hell does she usually pick up girls?? To be fair, it would be hilarious to you if she hadn't riled you up so much. She's got you way too horny to deal with her denseness. Plus, you're really curious about her dick. It doesn't help that you haven't had dick for... well, a while. The downside of prefering women.

"Oh, he's still up." the futanari notes, looking up at a roadside window. It's a little too high up to peak inside but the light is clearly visible.

"Your roommate?" you ask, even though there's really no one else she could be refering to.

"Yep." Zoey nods and fishes out her keys. "Prolly gaming. Or beating his meat."

"Sounds like a lovely guy." you chuckle, following her inside.

"Oh, he's alright." the tomboy shrugs and leads you up a flight of stairs. "Doesn't leave his room much but he's funny. Faps a lot though."

"Huh... wait, how do you know?" you wonder, a bit surprised by the unprompted information.

"Hah, you hear him sometimes. Or what he's watching." the futanari explains, lowering her voice as she steps into a small flat. "And sometimes I catch him walking to the bathroom after."

"That is gross but funny." you comment, stepping inside and closing the door behind you.

"He's a good dude." Zoey defends him, chuckling a little as she steps out of her boots.

"Hey, I'm not judging." you shrug, taking off your shoes as well. You're no stranger to masturbating yourself, after all.

The flat is really... hard to get lost in. A small hallway with 4 doors. One stands open and shows a kitchen. The other three are presumably the bathroom and the two bedrooms.

"So, first of all: there's the bathroom." Zoey says and points over to one of the doors.

"Gotcha." you nod and step up to her. While it IS very useful information, you're not here for a tour. Honestly, you could even use a bathroom break right now but at the moment, your body has other priorities.

"Left room's Robin's." the tomboy continues, pointing to another door.

"Cool." you nod and lean into her, wrapping your arms around her neck once again.

"Right's mine." the futanari finishes and places her hands on your waist.

"Great." you smile dismissively before you finally press your lips against hers. If she's not gonna shut up and do it, you will. You've already followed a stranger to their home at this point, might as well keep going. Zoey catches on quickly this time and grabs your hips. She pulls you close but this time, she moves you. In no time, you find yourself pressed against her bedroom's door, her body firmly pressed against yours. The impact of both bodies against the door must've surely been loud enough for her roommate to hear.

"Oh, shit..." you breathe, a mixture of surprise and excitement in your voice.

"He won't care." the futanari whispers in her beautifully low and raspy voice.

"You sure?" you ask, still a bit concerned.

"Hell, he'll prolly fap to it." Zoey replies and suddenly, her lips are on your neck.

"Ahhh, fuck..." you moan, the sensation a bit unexpected. Her kisses are rough, just like her. Just like her grip on your hips. Soon, while your arms search hold around her muscular back, her kisses turn into sucks and even bites. With each one, you feel shivers running down your spine and it's becoming harder and harder not to moan and gasp.

Then for a moment, she stops and looks you in the eyes. Both of you are panting a little but other than that, there's silence. Almost suspiciously so. The light's are still on in her roomie's room, but there's not a single sound coming from it. Not a movie being watched, a game being played, a keyboard being used. Either he's sleeping with his lights on or he's listening.

While the momentary silence between you two persists, your mouth soon curls into a smile, just barely holding in a giggle as Zoey seems able to follow your train of thought.

"Told ya." the tomboy smirks and then, she presses down the door handle and the door behind you opens. You would stumble backwards but luckily, Zoey holds you by your lower back. Still, the split second is enough to startle you.

"Jesus, warn a girl." you laugh as she leads you into her room. She just shrugs it off though, before she kicks the door shut behind her. Zoey's room is quite small, yet packed with stuff. The large bed already fills half of it, a desk and a wardrobe are squeezed into the rest. What little space is left, is occupied by a boxing bag, and the walls are covered in various metal band posters. What kind of bands is hard to make out in the dark though. At last, Zoey's hands leave your back and she walks over to her bed. There, she activates a light swith and various little LEDs around the bed illuminate the room in a dim, purple light.

"Ooh, nice." you compliment the lighting as you look around.

"Well, not a fan of big lights." the futa explains and sits down on her bed. "But it's still gotta be enough for me to see what I'm working with."

"What you're working with, huh?" you repeat with a devious smirk on your face.

"Yep." Zoey confirms and takes off her black jeans vest, but she leaves her baggy top on. Honestly, just these arms and shoulders alone are enough for you to really appreciate there's now light in this room. What a fucking waste it would be if you didn't get to enjoy a view like that. Wait... Oh shit. Sure, she probably looks sexy as fuck underneath her top and these baggy pants, but do you? You've gotten so lost in the heat of the moment, you didn't even consider how your naked body would look to her. Your low-cut off-shoulder shirt and your frilled skirt are reasonably enticing but does your body match up? God dammit, this is not the time to get self conscious like that!

"You good, princess?" Zoey suddenly asks, carrying as mix of flirtiness yet genuine concern in her raspy voice.

"Y-yeah, totally." you assure her, not wanting to let her know about your sudden anxiety.

"Sure?" the futanari inquires, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah, yeah." you nod, trying to sound confident.

"Well, alright then." she says and with a quick motion, she swiftly pulls her top over her head. Just like that, she reveals her entire torso, merely a sports bra covering her breasts. Leaning back and resting her palms on the mattress, she lets the dim, purple light shine on what's probably the best set of abs you've ever seen in person. Like, it's a perfect six pack, clear enough to count but not too defined to look fake or pretentious. What surprises you even more though, is just how sexy her subtle happy trail is that travels up from underneath her pants.

"... oof." is all you mumble as all your neurons are activated. Still, as imposing as she looks in comparison, her blunt maneuver, her unbothered attitude when it comes to showing skin, it's kinda reassuring.

"Wanna come here, princess?" Zoey suggests and the grin on her face tells you quite clearly that she knows what effect her sight has on you - which is quite the contrast to her obliviousness earlier. It's working though. The hornier you get, the less your self-consciousness intervenes. Thus, you don't say a word in response. Instead, you slowly walk over to her, stopping right in front of her. Almost gentleman-like, she reaches a hand out to you. Taking her hand, you allow her to guide you onto her lap. Holy shit, she's hard.

You feel your heart pumping faster as you sit on her, feeling her bulge press against your crotch. Zoey doesn't do anything for now, just holding your hand and letting you get comfortable. Your free hand feels the hardness of her abs, the smooth and firm muscles making her stomach feel downright amazing. As someone who has always sexually prefered women, you were never all that big on muscles, but damn, are you a fan now.

Then you hear a door open. You jump in Zoey's lap but luckily, the door wasn't the one leading into her room.

"Heh, he's prolly cleaning up." the futanari chuckles, not seeming bothered by the situation at all. And indeed, a second door opens and closes, presumably the bathroom.

"This happen a lot when you have girls over?" you inquire, wondering if her roommate is used to hearing her have sex.

"You want ther true answer or the less weird one?" the tomboy asks back with a cheeky smirk on her lips.

"I mean, we're far in weird territory already, so..." you shrug, returning the smile.

"Hah, fair." Zoey laughs. "Happens here and there. Girls who'd likely be bothered by it I wouldn't bring here."

"Aren't most bothered by it though?" you ask, finding the concept a bit odd.

"Honestly, you'd be surprised how many are kinda into it." the futa reveals and honestly, you almost feel a bit called out.

"Hmm, interesting." you muse, trying not to give away the fact that you're a part of the group she's talking about. In any case, the amusing pause helped to further ease your mind and get some of your confidence back up.

"Now, where were we?" you flirt as you lean forwards, placing your hands on her shoulders.

"You tell me." Zoey smirks, her face now eye-level with your cleavage. Your Cs aren't the biggest in the world but her eyes show nothing less than appreciation. Further spurred on by her obvious arousal, you bite your lips and slowly push her backwards. She doesn't resist and soon, her back is pressed against the mattress. With one hand on your hip, she uses the other to turn her cap around before she rests it behind her head and god damn, does that angle make her arm look sexy - and it's not even the one covered in tattoos.

With your knees on either side of her thighs, you lower yourself until you're lying on top of her, squishing your for the moment still clothed boobs together. The sense of control this position gives you is strange. You're on top, but the confident swagger with which she's looking at you from below steals all the dominance away. It's hot as fuck though.

"Hmm, and now?" Zoey teases, her smug smile only inches away from your lips.

"Now shhh." you hush her before you close the gap once more. It's not an aggressive, yet still intense kiss. More passionate than anything. You feel her hand leave your hip and move to the side of your head, stroking through your long and wavy red hair. All the while, you feel her robust body underneath you, her firm and muscular frame a stark contrast not only to your soft and slender figure but also to her own chest. Her boobs might not be huge, but they obviously still feel soft and squishy against yours.

When the kiss finally breaks and you share a moment of panting silence, you finally feel like you should catch up to her state of undress. Thus, you right yourself up, inadvertently pressing your crotch down harder against hers, and grab them hem of your shirt. Watching Zoey watch you, you slowly pull the fabric upwards, revealing your slender midriff. Zoey's eyes are glued to your form, her gaze traveling along every inch of revealed skin.

While one hand remains behind her head, the other gently caresses your stomach, following the curve of your waist as you pull your shirt further up. The moment, your black bra comes into view, Zoey doesn't say a word but the way she bites her lip speaks volume. God damn, just a minute or two ago you felt so self conscious, but now, her stare make you feel like the hottest girl she's ever had. Or like, at least this week.

When you pull the shirt over your head, you make sure to shake your hair a little, the red waves falling over your shoulders and covering your back.

"Fucking hell, girl." Zoey marvels and as if to accentuate her words, you feel her bulge twitch underneath you.

"Hm?" you hum and with an own bite on your lip, you wiggle your chest a little, causing your freckled boobs to jiggle in your bra.

"You're fucking gorgeous." Zoey praises while her hand travels over your stomach, the touch of her fingertips sending a shiver down your spine. This futanari really knows how to make you feel good about yourself. Luckily, the ego boost you're currently riding keeps you from blushing too hard right now.

"Thanks." you simply respond before you reach back and undo the clasp of your bra. Zoey has gone first to take something off - it's only fair to not just follow, but do her one better. Still, doesn't hurt to tease her a little. So, instead of taking the bra off immediately, you keep the straps over your shoulders and hold the cups in place. Covering your chest with your arm, you pull the bra out from underneath and throw it aside.

"Making a show, huh?" the tomboy notes with a wide smirk on her lips. "I like it."

"I... can tell." you reply, nodding downwards.

"Most honest compliment I can give." Zoey states and you can't help but chuckle.

"How flattering." you say with a grin before you finally drop the act. Pulling your arm away, you reveal your bare, freckled C-cup tits. You see how Zoey's eyes are immediately drawn to them, reminding you of how distracted she was by your cleavage back at the club. Deciding to let her have a really good look, you place both of your hands down on her abs, purposefully squishing your boobs together with your arms. Zoey definitely picks up on your teasing as her grin grows and grows, her eyes glued to your bust.

"Fuck, I love them." she sighs and you can't help but giggle. "The freckles too. Fucking perfect."

"You must've had bigger though." you note, not actually jealous, just curious.

"And? Yours are..." she says and stops to right herself to a sitting position. "I don't know, just... beautiful."

Her tone has suddenly turned so genuinely admiring, it actually catches you off guard a bit. People have called your boobs hot before, sexy, cute, whatever, but no one has ever described them as beautiful.

"W-well, thanks." you smile, a hint of blush finally creeping onto your cheeks.

"Always, princess." she replies and sits up with her eyes still lingering on your chest. "Anyway, slapme if you don't want this."

"Want wha-" you start but you can't even finish the question before you feel her lips close around your left nipple. A surprised moan escapes your throat and, almost as if to look for stability, you wrap your arms around her neck. Zoey emits a content hum as her tongue draws circles around your nipple. Meanwhile, her rough, calloused hands go on to explore your back, feeling their way across your smooth and soft skin. With an honestly quite stupid half-lided look in your eyes, you thoroughly enjoy her ministrations and to show her how much you do, you take off Zoey's cap and run a hand through her tousled brown hair. Obviously, you make it a point, to press her face further into your chest.

Soon her left hand leaves your back to show some attention to your other boob. Cupping the breast, her thumb starts to gently rub your nipple while her remaining fingers fondle the rest. Oof, she sure knows how to work a pair of tits. For a minute or so, you just close your eyes, throw your head back and revel in the sensation of her switching back and forth between your breasts. Her tongue licking, her mouth sucking, her teeth grazing, her hand kneading, her twitching bulge pressing from below - oh yeah, that's it.

All the while, she doesn't stop. She's not going crazy on your breasts, but she doesn't slow down either. It really seems like she could do this for hours. In truth, if you weren't so horny for more, you'd gladly let her.

"O-okay, okay." you finally breathe and place your hands on both sides of her face.

"Hm?" the futa hums back, looking up at you and momentarily halting her movements. Alright, better do something before she gets back to it.

"Lay back, big girl." you instruct her and gently push her backwards, similar to how you did the first time. It's a little amusing to call someone shorter a 'big girl' but her stature more than earns it.

"Heh, alright." the tomboy smirks and does as told. Still, it remains very much clear who's in charge here. For a moment, you consider taking off her bra next but another twitch from below gives you a better idea.

Therefore, you carefully scooch back until you're no longer straddling her hips. After a second of hesitation, you reach for the waistband of her pants. The size of her bulge alone eliminates any necessity for verbal confirmation, so you start to pull - not her boxers just yet, just her pants. More and more of what truly is a ridiculously large bulge in her boxers is revealed and honestly, if her pants weren't so baggy, you'd perhaps even struggle to pull them past.

"... j-jesus." you mumble when her pants are pulled all the way past her crotch. This futa is fucking stacked. Even through the dark fabric of her boxers, you can see the outline of her shaft, stretching the underwear's material. Even her balls seem massive in there. And to top it off, there's that strangely sexy, trimmed happy trail traveling out of her boxers and up towards her abs.

"Sup." Zoey simply says, her hands back behind her head as pure confident swagger radiates from her. While your stare remains on her bulge, you struggle to decide wether you're more intimidated or aroused. As long as her underwear is still on, you obviously can't exactly gauge just how big she is, but it's already looking like one hell of a challenge. However, even despite your limited experience and interest in guys, the truth is, you've always had a thing for the big ones.

"... I'm not gonna survive this, aren't I?" you mutter, carrying a sense of humorous resignation in your tone.

"Hah! Maybe." the futa laughs, the sound of her low and raspy voice only making her cockier attitude even sexier. "I'll make sure to make you die happy, though." she adds with a wink. She really always has a line in store. Then again, judging by what she told you about the girl she banged earlier, she can probably deliver. Making a random girl cum during a quickie on the toilet... now that's impressive.

"You better will." you counter but your eyes remain glued to her crotch. Like, this thing looks ridiculous. No wonder you felt it so easily below you. Whatever. Time to see what's gonna wreck you tonight.

With a deep breath, you grab the hem of her boxers and slowly, ever so slowly, pull them down. Your gaze follows the last inches of her trail that lead it down to the base of her shaft. God, it's so thick. The first few inches are soon revealed and you can't help but bite your lip. It's been such a while since you've had your last dick and this is already looking like the biggest fucking one you've ever seen. For a brief moment, it almost seems like it's never gonna stop revealing more length until finally, her tip comes into view. And then it's free.

It's gotta be like ten whole fucking inches and the girth damn sure matches. Without a shadow of a doubt it's larger than any you've ever had and it's so damn sexy. If it would lay down it would reach over halfway down her thigh. Also, her lack of foreskin and only just the occasional vein, mixed with already a good amount of precum really creates a nice look.

"Oh boy." you mumble as you stare at the beastly member and well, that certainly must've sounded really stupid.

"Hey, no pressure." Zoey assures you, but the smirk never leaves her face. "No need to **** anything."

"Oh no, this is gonna get inside me." you reply, the bluntness of your words only made possible by the way her monster dick has stunned you. "One way or the other."