Caitlyn's Futa Obsession

Nilah

For a while they simply lay at the foot of the grand, double doors, fighting for breath and holding one another. But when the haze of sixteen orgasms faded, Caitlyn felt brand new.

"I could go again." She pecked Miss Fortune's plump lips.

"I could go forever if it weren't for the damn fox." Miss Fortune looked heavenly when she smiled. Heavenly enough to kiss.

They kissed a few times before Miss Fortune sighed. She sat up and slumped against the doors. Her thighs made for the perfect pillow, soft skin, tender muscle - the best of both worlds. Miss Fortune's fingers ran through her hair. That feels almost better than sex. Almost.

"I should get dressed, sweetheart."

"You should invite me onto your ship one day so we can fuck in your cabin. I'm sure your walls are thin. The crew will thank you for it."

That earned her a taste of that deep, sultry laugh. "A ship's no place for a sweet thing like you." Miss Fortune peered over her breasts at her. "No, I've got a place in Bilgewater with a view over the harbour. Would you like that? To fuck where a thousand pair of eyes can see you?"

"I'd fucking love it." Caitlyn traced a line along the valley of Miss Fortune's toned stomach.

"I bet you've made seven promises just like that today."

"I live to serve."

Miss Fortune traced the hickey she'd left on Cailtyn's neck. "You'll have your hands full, making promises like that."

"That's the idea."

When her sultry laugh reared its head for the second time, it was one time too many to resist. Caitlyn shot to her knees and kissed Miss Fortune long and deep. She got a full taste of her tongue before the second bout of sharp knocks interrupted them.

Miss Fortune nibbled on her bottom lip before getting to her feet. To see her leave was a tragedy. To see her go, however - naked as the day she was born, with an ass that could outshine the sun? That made it all worth it.

Light and nimble like a fucking feather, Caitlyn thought as she strolled across the room. It made no sense. Techniques designed specifically for treating aches and pains paled in comparison to a good, long fuck. It made no sense but then, little about today made sense.

Caitlyn found what she assumed was her pair of panties and slipped them back on. A bit of variety never hurt. She would have dressed entirely again if her next partner hadn't come bounding into the room. A tall woman with dark skin and twin tails of black hair that streamed past her waist giggled upon seeing her. She wore a one-strap, yellow blouse that streamed past her waist. Three large buttons fastened it at the side, exposing her dark skin in the gaps between. Puffy trousers covered her legs and boots came up her shins. Yellow silk bound her arms from wrist to elbow.

"You hardly look tired at all! Whoa!" She rushed up to her and shoved her face right into Cailtyn's bruise. "That's a big one! It must hurt!"

"Only a little."

"Cool! That means you're tough. Do you fight? Are you good at it? I bet you are - you're all toned and stuff."

Caitlyn smiled. She's bouncing off the bloody walls. "I hope you're not here to fight."

The woman straightened, beaming madly. "Nope! I'm here to fuck you. Oh! Only if you want to! Do you want to? I hope you want to. You're really pretty and hot and sexy looking. Like there are a lot of hot girls here but I think you're one of my favourites. Kayle is still my favourite but you're a close second- no third- no fourth! Miss Fortune and Elise have you beat I reckon."