How to Handle a Futa

By Lara Longstaff

Chloe was a young, successful dickgirl used to getting her way. Weekends found her cruising her favorite club for a new young lady to entertain for the evening. She never had much time for men, not in the bed, anyway. Guys like that were all-too submissive.

During one fateful, slow night, though, she winds up talking to a handsome young man named Brett. He's big, strong, and confident bordering on cocky. Will she take a chance and broaden her horizons? Find out!

Features an extraordinarily(and rather unrealistically) well-endowed dickgirl/futanari who learns that being a top and being dominant are two very different things!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lara Longstaff
• Release date: Oct 16, 2016
• ISBN: 9781370650446

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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How to Handle a Futa

by

Lara Longstaff

Copyright 2016 Lara Longstaff

All Rights Reserved

All characters depicted are adults over the age of 18.

Chloe slipped into the hot, dark dance club and immediately felt the tension evaporate from her shoulders. This was where she belonged, among the brightly colored strobe lights, the thrumming, insistent pulse of the bass, and the hot young bodies, barely clothed at all, writhing in the mindless ecstasy of the dance. The last concerns about her mundane day job, checking and rechecking account balances for corporate clients, faded from her mind. Her resume as a top accountant at the age of twenty-five may have been impressive, but that woman wasn't her.

Oh! Hi there, big girl! a little minx of a blonde cooed as she sidled up. The girl was familiar. Chole had had her before, and wasn't interested in repeats. She brushed the blonde aside without a word and stepped deeper into the club.

Chloe could afford to be choosy. She defied stereotypes of the intelligent woman. She could have passed for a model if not for her full, heavy breasts that seemed even larger on her slender frame. The blonde had called her big girl, and it wasn't because Chloe stood over six feet tall in her four-inch heels. Her black leather pants molded to her long legs like a second skin, highlighting the stupendous bulge between her thighs. Chloe was a woman, to be sure, but not a female. She was a futa, a dickgirl, and she flaunted it.

She sniffed at the crowd. There were a few other dickgirls, that's what the club was known for after all. Mainly, however, the gyrating dancers were females, with a few men peppered in among them. The pickings were lean. She'd either slept with the women before, or they weren't up to her standards. She tossed her long, wavy brown hair over her shoulders and headed deeper