Temple of Futa Ch 2

Chloe’s almost as good at chatting this girl up as she is at thinking on her feet. Nestled cozily in a secluded booth of a tavern that smells of lager, she easily gets Colby talking about her former professor.

“The occult?” Chloe says, handing Colby another pint.

“He was more interested in it over time. Rituals and things like that.” Colby seems a little shy, and it’s not clear if it’s because Chloe’s being openly flirty, or because of Adella, who she keeps stealing furtive glances at. That’s flattering, and although Adella likes the look of Colby’s soft body, a nerdy American like this is the opposite of the influencers and socialites that Adella has usually gone for.

“Anything in particular?” Chloe asks, lighting a cigarette.

“Anything credible. He always wanted to see photographic evidence. Pictures. Lots of pictures.” Colby shakes her head. “He’d get weird about some things, but you probably know about that.”

“Well, I shagged his brains out. I’d have been expelled otherwise. I know about that.”

Colby smiles, blushing. Adella honestly can’t tell when Chloe’s making things up. Maybe these stories are true.

“Don’t worry, luv. I won’t ask you anything personal. Although I’d like to,” Chloe adds, giving Colby a very direct look. Colby blushes hotter.

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“They won’t go back to the university tonight,” Citra says to Lara as they sit in Lara’s car across the street from the pub. Citra sticks out a little in London, although Lara has dressed her to at least keep most of the tattoos covered.

“I know.” Lara chews her lip, tapping the steering wheel. It’s begun to rain, and cars splash water as they pass. She can just see a sliver of Adella, way back in the pub through the glowing window. “But we need them alone.”

“Why not go and check this Fitzroy’s office?”

“Because Chloe got there first. Whatever he had, she has.”

“We can hit them now.”

Lara shakes her head. “That’s not how I work.” She snorts. “Usually, it’s Chloe and her lot trailing along behind me. We’ll just have to see what she turns up.”

“And then we beat her to it?”

“That’s the idea. It’s just never as easy as you think it’ll be,” Lara says with a sigh.

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Colby has a little flat in a narrow, brick building above a bookstore. The way that Colby stared at Adella back at the university was not exactly subtle; it doesn’t take Sherlock Holmes to tell that this woman is tired of dusty professors.

Adella just can’t help but wonder if Chloe would have taken this approach if she wasn’t so obsessed with using her new penis.

The clothes are all on the floor, and raindrops streak the windows. Colby’s soft, pale body is underneath Chloe’s wiry, tanned one on the narrow bed. Chloe holds Colby’s wrists down firmly and fucks her with deep, deliberate strokes. Chloe pants and grunts while Colby gasps on each thrust.

But Colby’s attention is not on the woman inside her; Adella stands nude beside the bed, and her huge erection casts an unmistakable shadow over Colby’s face.

Adella teases her by merely standing there, stroking her thick cock. Watching Chloe fuck like this is undeniably hot; the passionate way that her ass rises and falls makes Adella want to get involved, but she’s driving Colby wild by letting her stare.

Precum oozes from Adella’s tip and drips onto Colby’s face, running down her red cheek. The blonde pleads with her eyes and opens her mouth. Adella relents and bends over the bed, bringing her cock close enough for Colby to lick it.

“Yes!” Chloe growls. “Fuck! Yeah!” She arches her back and her buttocks clench. Colby whimpers and writhes under her.

Chloe pulls out with an explosive breath, her condom bulging with jizz. She pushes Adella’s dick out of the way and leans down to give Colby a sloppy kiss, making the blonde’s toes curl. Then she gets up on her knees and yanks the condom off, flinging it absently into the wastebasket by the bedside table. She pulls Adella close and kisses her mouth, then whispers in her ear:

“Keep her busy.”

Adella nods, and Chloe climbs off the bed. Adella is not a schemer like Chloe, but she’s not stupid. Chloe is doing this for a reason. Adella takes her place on top of Colby. The blonde’s face lights up, and it’s an effective distraction. Adella kisses her lips, then her breasts, then down her stomach. By the time she’s nosing her way through Colby’s bush, Colby has forgotten that Chloe exists.