Sample – Camp Futa



“Well hello, Mr. Derrickson.  Going somewhere?”

I tasted coppery feel in my mouth, taking an involuntary step back from her.  She was a picture of seduction, wearing little more than a satiny robe, the hem falling just past her hips, revealing long legs lifted in black heels, shimmering black stockings leading back up until the tops wrapped around her mid-thigh, garters supporting them.  I wanted to see the rest of that ensemble, God help me, and I wanted her, more than I think I’d ever wanted anyone in my life.  I backed up further as she entered, closing the door behind her with a nudge of her heeled foot.

“Your profile is very interesting, Mr. Derrickson.  You are a very bright man, by all accounts.  Just very poor at making decisions.”

“Where’s Frost?  And Rejo?”

“Meeting the others.  I think you’ll find tomorrow will be very different at camp.”

“What did you do to them?”

My back pressed against the wall, even as Tonya closed the distance between us.  I was trapped and, despite my height advantage, despite the waning strength I felt, I was afraid of her.  The smell of her perfume drifted off her, and now my cock, that stupid, single-minded piece of flesh, sprang to attention, and my fear was laced with intense desire.

Tonya noticed the bulge in my too-tight shorts and grinned.

“I see you feel the same way about me I feel about you.  I want you.  I need you.  Do you understand, Mr. Derrickson?  I have to have you.”

“Please,” I begged, “just go away.”

She laughed, now against my body, her hand reaching up to stroke my hair.  I could feel the swell of her breasts against me, and the tight nipples beneath her robe.  One of her legs lifted and slid up the side of mine, the feel of the stocking’s slick material intensely erotic against my own bare skin.

“You sound like you don’t want me,” Tonya whispered, her lisp tantalizingly close to mine.  “And all I want to do is make you better.  Someone who can be free to live and love as they please.  All I ask is so very little.”

“What?” I gasped, fighting the urge to grab her, to bury my face between her beasts, to lift her and turn her around, to free my cock and send it hurting between her legs to sink into her.  My fists clenched and unclenched with every image flashing in my mind.  “What do you want from us?”

“This,” she grinned, and her hand dove into my shorts, slender fingers gripping my shaft and holding me fixed as surely as a dog on a leash.  I moaned, part in pleasure, part in terror as I felt my will draining.  I knew I would do what she asked if she would just go on touching me…

“Tell me you want me,” she hissed through clenched teeth.

“Please,” I repeated, but it sounded weak and helpless even in my own ears.

Tonya laughed and gave my member another squeeze.  “Say it.”

“I w- want you,” I stammered and relaxed as her grip on my cock became a slow stroke from the base to my tip.

“Good.  Tell me how weak you are.  How small.  Tell me you’re a little girl.”

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