Futa Charity Auction

By Lara Longstaff

** Formery Titled 'Doing Dickgirls for Charity' **

Cash Garret was a male model with an interesting new assignment. It wasn't anything he hadn't done before, really. Models like him often found themselves standing for auction for one charity or another. Only this time it would be futas bidding to see who would win a date with the handsome young man!

Author's Note: All Characters depicted are adults over the age of 21.

A 7,300 word dickgirl on male sex fantasy with a hint of straight romance thrown in, just for fun. Enjoy!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lara Longstaff
• Release date: Feb 22, 2016
• ISBN: 9781311543110

Lara Longstaff

Hello there!I'm Lara, and I've got a few fantasies I'd love to share with you. But before you get down to reading my tales of futanari lust, let me tell you about myself.I'm 28 years old, single, but soon to be married to my long-time boyfriend, David. We hail from the Midwest of the good ol' USA. My hobbies are many and varied, but first among them are girls who have "something extra"! While I mostly prefer to fantasize about other futanari and such, sometimes my mood swings and I really get the urge to reverse roles with a cute guy, so most of my stories are of one of those two themes.Most of my stories are available on Amazon.com, so be sure to check them out there, too!I hope you enjoy reading them as much as I do writing them!XOXOXOL.L.

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Futa Charity Auction

by

Lara Longstaff

Copyright 2015 Lara Longstaff

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All Characters Depicted are Adults over the age of 21.

Keep reading after the story for a hot excerpt from my futa-cuckold tale

Bigger Than Her Boyfriend

Ugh, not another one of those charity dating auctions! Cash groaned. The last time I did one of those, I got stuck with a seventy year old who couldn't keep her hands out of my pants! Being a male model wasn't all it was cracked up to be. Most of the time it was either long hours under hot lamps, or no work at all. Sometimes, though, he had to do silly little jobs like this one.

It pays two hundred dollars and you get a free dinner out of it, bozo, Al chewed his soggy, unlit cigar and rolled his eyes. What, are you independently wealthy all of a sudden?

No, Cash sighed. He really could use the money. He ran his fingers through his dark, unruly hair. What charity is it for this time? Juvenile leprosy?

Don't be an asshole, Cash, Al rolled his eyes. He was a short, middle aged man who always seemed rumpled and sweaty. He was the best agent Cash could find, though, and he had more than a dozen models in his client list. That's my job. It's for bullying futas or something. Or not bullying them, I guess, he shrugged.

Futas? You mean, dickgirls? Cash grunted. Great, I'll be hit on by a seventy year old with a hard on.

You're a big boy, you can take care of yourself, Al said. It's just a date, for fuck's sake. Do you think you can keep a woman out of your pants for three hours?

Sometimes it's difficult, Cash smirked. Looking like he did, over six feet tall with lean, sculpted muscles and rugged good looks certainly helped him with the ladies. He didn't know about futas, though. He was a red-blooded American male, and he liked his women properly set up with tight pussies and no dicks!

Abbey is going to be there, Al said slyly.

Yeah? Cash perked up. Abbey was another of Al's clients. She was a slinky blonde with huge blue eyes and a smile that made Cash quiver. He'd met her on a few shoots, and wished he could see a lot more of her.

The Committee for Futanari Awareness and Tolerance, Al chuckled, his pot belly jiggling in his too-tight shirt. "C-FAT, they call themselves. They requested six female models