I want to feel that hot pussy milk my dick!”“Your futa-dick!” she moaned. “You're a futanari! They're real!”“Uh-huh,” I gasped, not cari...ng about anything but that growing ache at the tip of my futa-dick.The harder I thrust, the more it built. Pleasure rippled down my shaft as I reveled in the silky grip of her pussy. Her tight embrace brought me closer and closer to spilling my seed with every thrust. My ovaries grew so tight, aching to explode.I moaned and gasped, our passion echoing through. . A strong, overwhelming dislike for Scott came over Linda. She couldn't even look at him. Linda kept her trembling hands under the table, to hide this manifestation of her intense jealousy. She was shocked to see she could be this possessive. She always hated it when her dates acted this way around her. No one owned her, she would say to them, and if they were unable or unwilling to grasp it... well, they could kiss good-bye any "seconds" with her... Linda snapped out of her daydream and found. We entered the bar, one of her 'Watering Holes', as she put it, 'Follow me', she said as we flitted past the long bar, 'Two Martini's', she said to the barman, whom seemed to know her, he nodded and we went down the stairs at the back to the dingy toilets, which smelt awful and stomach churning, but she reveled down here and we entered what seemed to be a men's toilet.She opted for the central cubical, and at once I saw the familiar holes in the walls, large enough for men to thrust themselves. I laid face down onto the bed, a soft pillow beneath my face and she laid the towel over me just above my butt cheeks. “Just try to relax now sweetie” she said so softly it was almost a whisper. I felt a soothing warm liquid pouring onto my back followed by her strong hands beginning to massage. She worked her way up and down my back, down my arms and hands then back to my back. Next she started onto my feet and worked her way up my calves and to the back of my thighs. When she reached the.