Hard Times at the Futa Studio Sneak Peek

Here’s an unedited sneak preview of Hard Times at the Futa Studio. The full edited story will be released on Amazon, Tuesday, January 11, 2022, along with three other titles including a surprise release from the My Sexy Futa collection!

Hope had the cutest smile.

Whenever Sassy thought of the brunette, and it was far more often than she liked, her smile was the first thing the singer remembered. The curve of it and the way it made the corners of her hazel eyes crinkle. But all of the memories that flooded in after made her recall everything else.

The chestnut wisps of her hair as they drifted down one after another from her fishtail braid and the way she'd brushed her too long bangs away from her eyes while she watched Sassy on stage.

In a sea of people, the singer's eyes had gravitated to the brunette who watched from backstage.

To someone else Hope might have seemed ordinary. She wasn't even dressed for the festival in a simple graphic tee and jeans. But to Sassy she was like a magnetic force that drew her in, stirred desires. The passion was in her eyes. Passion that Sassy wanted to draw out and she'd been unable to tear her eyes away as she sang, infusing the desire that stirred within her into the titillating lyrics that drew cheers and screams.

"I'm not big enough to have groupies yet," Sassy joked as she stepped backstage and handed her guitar to another band member who grinned knowingly at them.

Hope blushed and offered a bottle of water as she bit her lip, "I'm not a. . I actually work backstage. Well not work, more like volunteer, and oh my god you're so talented and passionate" she gushed.

Sassy tried not to grin smugly as Hope's eyes traveled over Sassy's glistening skin where sweat trickled from the beaming sun. The songstress gratefully took the bottle of water and turned it up to full lips. She took a big gulp of it and was well aware of Hope's eyes following her every move. The action made her body sing in arousal, and while she knew she was probably asking for trouble Sassy couldn't help herself.

"Yeah, you sound like a groupie. But, thank you. I always appreciate a fan." She held out her hand and droplets of the condensation from the water bottle dotted her fingertips. "I'm Sassy. You got a name, groupie?"

"I -" Hope didn't even bother to correct her. "Hope. My name is Hope."

She shook the songstress' hand and Sassy wondered if the brunette felt the same little bolts of electricity she did. It was an unfamiliar feeling for the musician. There were always women in every city. Declaring their love for her and offering their bodies like sacrifices to the music gods. And Sassy never turned them down. After all, she had needs just like anyone. Especially with the thick eight inches of cock she had hidden away.

Her strange genetics had never bothered her, and they certainly never bothered the women she took to bed, but this woman wasn't just sex. She had that spark. The spark Sassy so often sang about in her songs that filled the soul of a person and shot to life a flame that burned brighter than any sun. It was the damn smile.

Which was why she invited Hope out to an after party, and why she allowed her lips to travel along the woman's neck to taste skin that called out to her like a siren's song, inviting her to feel and touch. To dive into her depths and come out new.

When they stumbled into the hotel room she didn't think about the consequences. She simply undressed Hope, traced her fingertips along the woman's jaw and kissed her as if it were the last thing she wished to do in the world.

Because it was.

Her hand slid down to the open waist of Hope's jeans and past the thin material of panties which wouldn't save her from Sassy's seeking fingers. The singer found her new conquest slick and hot, waiting to be taken in ways that Sassy somehow knew she'd never been taken before. She enjoyed the sounds of pleasure that fell from the brunette's lips like the melodies of a song that formed in her heart while she urged each one with circling fingertips around the swollen bud of Hope's clit.

"Oh my god," Hope moaned and Sassy stared into her eyes, unable to look away like she often found herself doing with others who didn't captivate or fascinate her the way that Hope did.

Their lips met, embraced, and melded until it was difficult to separate lest they lose the sensation. But Sassy wanted her bare, exposed, as stripped down as Hope made her feel whenever they were together.

"I've never..." Hope began."

"I know," Sassy whispered in response and smiled against Hope's lips. "It's okay. Do you trust me?"

Hope's eyes found hers, the deep chocolate of them melting into a deeper brown that appeared bottomless and Sassy found the answer in the depths of them before the brunette nodded.

She allowed her hair to do its own thing in those days, having long given up taming the wild curls. And Hope's fingers nested in them, fisted them as she kissed the futa harder until both their heads spun.

They made it as far as the couch before Sassy set her down. The beautiful brunette's skin gleamed in the dim light and as Sassy sank down to her knees and wrapped her arms around Hope's waist to guide her forward for more kisses, she noted how their skin contrasted. How they seemed the perfect yin and yang in every way and her length throbbed in her pants. She could feel every beat of her pulse like the beating of drums right in the beginning of a perfect set.

It was funny, how everything about Hope reminded Sassy of the music she loved. Music that was in her blood as much as the woman seemed to be imprinting herself in every vein.

That was trouble.

Instinct told her this, even as her lips traveled down the column of Hope's throat. To the bare skin of plump breasts that Sassy worshipped, nuzzled, and suckled until Hope once again fell back against the couch. Nestled in the cushions as if they too wished to surround themselves in her.

A woman like this could be her muse as much as she could be a distraction, and Sassy's career had barely begun. She couldn't afford to be distracted.

But the singer forced those thoughts out of her mind as she traveled lower, following the musky invitation of sweet silk that invited the trailing of her tongue. Dewy nectar coated her tongue and Hope gasped, spreading her legs wider to invite more exploration.

There'd been countless women, but the taste of none of them intoxicated Sassy as Hope's pussy did. She buried her face between Hope's thighs until neither of them could interpret the meaning of the word breathe.

Time seemed to cease, fold in on itself as her tongue circled and lips pulled at the pulsing bud of Hope's clit and each pass lifted Hope higher and higher until her scream shattered doubt and fears altogether.

It was so sexy to watch her come undone, to see the visible clenching of her spasming walls as more of her essence flowed from her and Sassy partook in it until Hope begged her to stop.

"Fuck!" The brunette cried out desperately, wrapping her legs around Sassy's shoulders, her hips bucking upwards even as she pushed the songstress away. "I don't think I can take anymore of that. Jesus, you're amazing with your mouth."

"That's not all I'm amazing with," Sassy teased and wiggled her brows.

But Hope laughed and shook her head. "I'm sure, but I want to provide you the same pleasure you afforded me, though I'm not certain I'll be nearly as good as you."

Sassy grinned. "I bet you'd be surprised."

Literally.

For a brief moment she found herself unsure. Revealing herself as futa could definitely be a deal breaker for the brunette. Sassy didn't know anyone else like her and women always found her a novelty. It worked for one night stands and flings, but Sassy didn't want this to just be a fling.

"But I should warn you," Sassy continued. "We're not exactly built the same."

"Oh, I know," Hope said with a lazy grin as she moved to sit up. "You're so much sexier." Her arms wound around Sassy's shoulders. "Now, come on up. I can't move so you're going to have to be accommodating."

Sassy had no idea how to express what she meant about their differences, so she allowed Hope to pull her up, deft fingers undoing the buttons of the singer's carpenter jeans while Sassy stared down at her. Hope stared up at her, tilting her head as her teeth caught the end of the zipper, and anticipation built with every metallic tooth released from the its hold. The sound seemed eerily loud in the pregnant moment, punctuating Sassy's arousal, before Hope kissed her stomach, muscled abdomen, hands sliding upwards momentarily to slip beneath Sassy's shirt. She found the weight of heavy breasts and Sassy allowed her more access by tugging her shirt up and over her head, allowing it to fall who knew where and her breaths grew shallow.

Sassy wasn't sure how much longer she could stand the build-up.

"You're a tease," she accused.

"No, I'm not."

Hope grinned and released her lover's breasts only to tug down her jeans and Calvin Kleins, but her eyes grew comically wide when Sassy's thick futa cock nearly slapped her in the face. It did not lack in length and slightly curved at the tip where the mushroomed head dripped sticky clear desire from the intensity of her arousal.

"Jesus Christ!"

Sassy would have laughed, but the comment could mean two things. One of which could end the evening and their budding relationship altogether...not to mention run the risk of starting a rumor mill that could ruin Sassy's career before it even began.

She didn't even realize she'd stopped breathing until Hope looked up at her. There lay no disgust or judgement in her eyes. Nothing except surprise and, dare Sassy imagine it, lust.

"I stand by what I said," Hope whispered, and yes, lust still hung heavy each word. "You are fucking beautiful." Her tongue traced over the tip and Sassy groaned, her muscles tensing for a different reason as she caressed Hope's scalp. "Sexy." The thick wetness of her tongue traveled from tip to base along the sensitive ridges of Sassy's length and more precum pearled at the tip for her efforts. "Delicious."

Hope's lips drew Sassy into her mouth and Sassy felt pleasure burgeoning within her body. Pleasure that left her shaken as she focused on staying upright while Hope's tongue swirled and massaged her length.

The brunette took her time, head bobbing as she sucked with slow, deliberate pulls and her hands slid back up the singer's body. This time Sassy rested her hands over Hope's as they caressed and kneaded her full breasts, appreciative that Hope took time to enjoy all the things that made her a woman as well as that which made her futa.

And when she spilled into her mouth it didn't feel like just some filthy thing that she did to release steam, it felt strangely like gratitude.

***

"Sassy, baby. I need your head in the game. You're doing that thing where you zone up and out," her manager said as he snapped his fingers, drawing Sassy back to the present, though the longing in her cock seemed to remind her of just how deep she'd been in the past.

Her dark eyes focused and she smiled that devil may care smile that drove her manager, Kenny, crazy, though not in the same way it did to women.

"Sorry. What were you saying?" She sat atop a stool in the recording booth, headphones hanging around her neck like a choker as the braids of her hair seemed to interweave through the long waves of it. It reached her lower back now, after all those years. And it no longer resembled the wild child she'd once been since she'd found ways to tame it as much as herself.

Her tattooed hand rested over the strings of her guitar and its deep russet color matched her ensemble. A dark tank and russet and gray flannel button down tied over low hanging boyfriend jeans where yet more tattoos peeked from the sliver of skin left exposed.

Kenny, stared at her and shook his head. "Dreamers. Always with their heads in the fucking clouds. I swear you give me heartburn. Anyways, I got in touch with someone finally. The regular producer recommended to me by my guy is outta town or some shit, but they said he trained his protegee pretty well. So, we can either split or wait for her to show up. Honestly, I'd rather work with Tom, but you never listen to me anyway, so what do you wanna do?"

Sassy shrugged, "We can wait. If this guy's as good as you say and he trained his assistant, then we should be in good hands. I wanna get this track laid down while it's fresh."

"Yeah, I know, I know." He looked at her bandmates and gestured to her. "See what I mean? Never takes my advice. What am I even managing?"

"I took your advice that one time..." Sassy pretended to snap her fingers while searching for said time and her bandmates laughed. They enjoyed giving Kenny a hard time, mainly because he made it so easy by constantly complaining about his anxiety.

"Jesus H. Christ...heartburn, kid. Heartburn. I swear if Dani Laveau didn't scare the living shit out of me, I'd quit." He took out his tums as he ambled out of the booth and back into the studio. She watched him nervously pacing on the other side of the glass.

Sassy laughed, knowing Kenny didn't mean what he'd said, and she was grateful that he'd taken her mind off of Hope. Her fingers strummed her guitar and she hummed the melody of the song she wanted to record while her bandmates talked among themselves, aware of how focused she could be when preparing to record a new track.

She lost time before she heard her manager's voice over the speaker.

"She's here finally. I'll go over everything with her and we can get started."

Sassy looked up, eyes flickering to the brunette he gestured to as she walked into the studio, followed by cute blonde.

But it was the brunette Sassy stared at. She was no longer in jeans and t-shirts. She'd traded up for black blazers and simple dresses that showed off the figure she'd always hidden before. No more messy buns or fishtail braids, at least not at the moment, and her chestnut hair was lighter than it had been years ago.

But the face was the same. That smile. A smile that made Sassy's heart skip beats and her cock stiffen with instant longing, and it was a smile she never thought she'd see again.

A smile that faded immediately when their eyes met.

Hope.

"Oh fuck."