Punk Futanari: Seduced and Seeded by My Idol (Futa on Female Fertile First) - Mindy Masters - ebook
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When punk fan Carrie goes to see her idol, Alice Bronson, in concert, she's utterly entranced by the sultry singer. Turns out Carrie's also caught Alice's eye. When the two go back to Alice's hotel room afterward, Carrie learns that Alice has a shocking—and very BIG—secret! Alice is a futanari—and she's ready to drill and fill her devoted, fertile little fan!This hot quickie from bestselling futanari author Mindy Masters features futagirl on female, fertility, and backdoor fun!

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Punk Futanari

(Seduced and Seeded by My Idol)

FUTA ON FEMALE | FERTILE | FIRST

by

Mindy Masters

FEVEROTICA BOOKS

Published by Feverotica Books

Copyright 2015 by Mindy Masters

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or distributed in any printed or electronic form without permission.

This book contains explicit descriptions of sexual acts and is intended only for readers ages 18 and above. All characters portrayed as participating in sexual acts are consenting, are at least 18 years of age, and are not related by blood.

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TABLE OF CONTENTS

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Epilogue

Bonus sneak peek:Fertilized by the Futa

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Chapter 1

I was sad. It was my first time going to a concert by myself. There were two tickets in my back pocket, one for me and one meant for someone else who wasn’t coming tonight. I had half a mind to not go to the show at all so I could just stay home and mope and watch Netflix with my cats… but I also couldn’t miss out on the chance to see my favorite band, Glass Skin.

I approached the ticket checker in front of the venue, showed him one of my tickets and ID (the show was twenty-one and up only, and I was freshly twenty-one, luckily enough), and walked in.

It was weird being by myself in this crowd of people who were all going to the show with their friends or romantic partners. I would’ve been one of those people, but, the Friday before the show, my boyfriend—or ex-boyfriend, I guess—Jeff had decided that he was bored of our relationship and broke it off.

I tried my hardest not to look bummed out as I joined the assembly of people forming in front of the stage, but I couldn’t help it. It just made people ignore me more, which I thought I wanted…. But, the more I stood there looking sad and alone, the more I hated being sad and alone. I just wanted someone to ask me if I was doing okay.

And you’d think someone would’ve approached me, at least some thirsty guy. After all, I’m a twenty-one-year old redheaded punk girl with tattoos. Not to toot my own horn, but I’m pretty darn cute too, and, despite the fact that I was so sad about Jeff, I had put a lot of work into my outfit. I was wearing short black shorts, a denim vest with patches, a black tank top, and combat boots.

A few guys were looking my way, but I think as soon as they saw my mopey face they were immediately turned off. It made me a little mad, but I understood it I guess. Most guys don’t want to deal with some sad bitch’s bullshit.

Fuck, no guy wanted to. I think that’s why Jeff had broken it off. I had been down for the past month or so because I hadn’t gotten an internship with my favorite record label, an internship I’d really been hoping for and counting on. I probably shouldn’t have put all my eggs in one basket, but I couldn’t help it—it bummed me out. And I think Jeff just wasn’t feeling that.