Authors: Reed James
I nodded, sliding my hands up her warm thighs, electricity arcing between us. I shuddered; she shivered. “Do you want to be my futa slut?” I purred.
“Yes!” she gasped, her face coming alive. “I want it so bad! Stick your big, futa cock inside my cauldron and stir me up!”
I smiled, pleased that I had set her desires free. My hands reached her groin, then up her flat stomach. She was quite gorgeous: small breasts rising up like conical peaks, topped with dark, hard nipples; creamy, olive skin; dark, slanted eyes surrounded by heavy lashes; and a porcelain face surrounded by blue-black hair. I let my fingers play across her flesh, nearing her tits, her stomach quivering beneath my touch.
“I'm going to stick my futa dick in your wet pussy and fuck you until you scream and cum!”
She let out a cute moan, her hands reaching out and grasping mine, pulling me up to her breasts. I smiled as I squeezed her pliant tits, enjoying the way her mouth opened to sigh as I fingered her nipples. Then I crawled up her body, my breasts sliding across her belly, my hair falling on her smooth skin, and my tits brushing into her mounds. I lowered my face and kissed her lips, pushing my tongue into her mouth. She moaned into me, her arms wrapping around my back.
Her kiss was sweet and gentle, but full of her newly awakened passion. I had to have her; she would be the first woman I had ever fucked with my cock. All throughout my training, Veronica had never let me fuck anyone. “I want you to give all that built-up passion to your first client,” she had said. And I had a lot of built-up passion.
It was time to pop my futa cherry!
I moved my hips, nudging my cock's head into her pussy, groaning as I slid through her silky pussy lips, searching for that wet, hot, wonderful hole. I had to experience what a pussy felt like around my futa dick. I thrust again, finding her labia. Her lips gave way, spreading open, wrapping silk around my shaft, and I slid inside her.
I groaned into her kiss. No wonder guys were so eager to fuck me. Having your cock buried in a tight, wet pussy was amazing!
I never wanted this feeling to end.
I pumped into her; our lips locked together, her hands roaming my back. Our breasts and nipples rubbed together, more wonderful sensations adding to the amazing pleasure my futa dick was experiencing inside Yurika's pussy. The rubber air mattress squeaked as I drove faster and faster into her, shifting and sliding on the wooden floor from my energetic thrusts.
“Oh, God!” I groaned, breaking our kiss. “Oh, fuck! You feel so amazing, Yurika!”
“You're stirring me up, Melody!” she moaned. “It has never felt this fantastic before.” Her thighs wrapped around my waist. “I think I'm going to cum again!”
“Cum on my cock, futa slut!” I hissed in her ear.
“Oh, yes!” Her hips bucked beneath me, eager to feel my cock reaming her pussy deeper and harder.
Our flesh slapped together, our bodies slipping across the air mattress as my thrust became more frantic. Her back slid off, landing on the wooden floor, and the mattress shot out from beneath us. We gasped, and the impact drove my futa dick deep inside her.
We didn't let this stop us.
“Fuck me!” she gasped. “Make me cum! Stir me up! I love being fucked by a futanari!”
“Cum! Cum, my little, futa slut!”
“Yes! Yes! I'm...uhh...going to cum!”
Her pussy spasmed around my girth, massaging my cock. Her eyes rolled up in her head, and she gasped. So cute. I thumbed one of her hard nipples, slowing my rhythm to hard, deep thrusts, and enjoyed her passion writhing beneath me.
“Yes! Yes!” she screamed, shuddered, then fell still.
I buried in her, nuzzling her neck as her orgasm faded, enjoying the wonderful, wet warmth of her pussy. I licked up to her ear, sucking on her lobe, and whispered, “I told you I'd make you scream.”
She smiled. “Yes, you did.”
Her smile was so cute, I couldn't resist kissing her.
“You haven't cum yet, Melody.”
I smiled at her, stroking her cheek. “Maybe you could help me with that.”
“How?” Her smile grew playful. She was such a wonderful creature once her barriers were brought down.
I hugged her and rolled us onto my back, the wood hard beneath me. “Sit up.”
She rose, shifting her legs and her pussy slid about my cock; I groaned. Her breasts jiggled and her eyes went wide. Almost experimentally, she lifted up and came back down on my cock, an amazed smile growing on her lips.
“Keep riding me. You'll love it.”
She nodded, rising up and sliding down, sighing as she rode me. I reached up and toyed with her dark nipples; her pussy squeezed on my cock. She moaned, tossing her head, her blue-black hair flying about her shoulders.
“Oh, yes, Melody!” she groaned. “Your dick's hitting all these wonderful spots inside me!”
“Your pussy is stroking and loving my cock!” I gasped. “Your pussy loves my dick!”
“Definitely! I love your futa cock! I'm a futa slut!”
I squeezed her tit, drinking in her beauty. My cock ached, all the pleasure gathering in the tip, ready to burst out and flood her pussy with my girl-cum. Every rise and fall of her hips brought me closer to that amazing moment.
“I'm going to cum, Yurika! Can I cum in you?”
“Yes!” she gasped. “Yes! Yes! Yes! I want to feel a futanari cum in my pussy!”
She slammed down, leaned forward, and ground her clitoris into my groin. She supported herself on her arms, her flushed, porcelain face above mine, her blue-black hair falling around our faces. I stared into her dark eyes and she stared into my hazels.
I saw eternity in those depths.
I came in her pussy.
“Yes!” I groaned.
Stars danced around us and our cries of passion made a sweet melody, echoing through the small room. She collapsed on me; her heaving breath warm on my neck. I gasped for air, my cock shrinking out of her embrace, returning to its original state—my clitoris.
I held her. I didn't want to ever let her go. Not after that wonderful experience.
After a few minutes, to my disappointment, Yurika stood up, breaking our embrace. She held out her hand. I took it—warmth flushed through me. She led me to the stool next to the tub. She grabbed the shower head, turning it on, and moving the head around my body. Warm water sprayed me, and her hands were soft as she washed the nuru gel off me, teasing my nipples in the process, a loving smile on her face.
The only light in the room was the flickering from the vanilla-scented candles; it was the most romantic moment of my life. I never wanted that shower head to stop spraying water on me, or her hands to stop roving my body.
But she finished, and it was my turn to wash her. I ran the shower head across her lithe figure, washing her clean. She smiled and sighed as I worked the spray around her nipples, and she shuddered when I moved it between her thighs, washing my cum out of her pussy, my fingers playing with her silky hair. When we were finished, we slipped into the warm tub. She pressed against me, my arm wrapping around her shoulders. We didn't speak, we only soaked in the water's warmth.
My emotions were a confused jumble inside me. Something profound had happened between us, something I hadn't expected. I had only wanted to cuckold my boss, a petty revenge for all the hell he had piled on me. But Yurika turned out to be so special and wonderful. I almost felt guilty for using her.
Finally, she stirred. I glanced at her beautiful, doll's face. “Melody,” she whispered, her cheeks flushing. Then she looked down, a demure gazelle. “My husband has to work late because...”
She nodded her head, a smile playing at the corner of her lips. “Would you like to have dinner with me? If you're not busy, of course.”
“Are you asking me out on a date?”
Her blush deepened, but she nodded her head without any timidity.
How could I say no? I cupped her face and kissed her. It was time to move on from the ruins of my marriage. It was time to live again.
To be continued...
Futanari Massage 5
(A Story of the Aphrodite Sisterhood Universe)
My finger trailed down the client's back; she shivered as I caressed the divot at the small of her back, a brief pit-stop before I moved to her glorious ass, plump and golden-brown. Since receiving my futa cock a month ago, I had come to appreciate a fine, Latina ass.
And Sofia had an amazing one!
“Oh, Melody,” Sofia sighed. “Don't tease me! My husband has been such a boor this week. I need a nice, hard cum!”
“You don't want me to even
to massage you?”
“No!” she moaned, wiggling her rear, making those gorgeous cheeks jiggle. “I need to be fucked hard by a futa cock!”
“Then bend your pretty ass over the table,” I commanded, giving her shapely rear a smack.
She slid off the table, her lovely breasts bouncing and swaying, topped by fat, chocolate nipples, a pair of Hershey kisses. She bent over, wiggling that bubbly ass at me. My clitoris tingled, and I let it swell up, growing and transforming into a futa cock.
Thank you, Aphrodite, I prayed to the Goddess that had gifted me with this wonderful dick.
I smacked Sofia's ass with my cock. “Is this what you want?”
“Yes!” she hissed. “I need it! A regular cock just doesn't satisfy me any longer! You futas have ruined me!”
“You love it,” I hissed, smacking my cock against her plump rear again, leaving a wet, glistening patch of precum.
“I do!” She wiggled that ass. “Fuck me! Give me what I need!”
And that kept the money flowing in at Ms. Futa 'N Ari's Massage Parlor. I was making bank now that the clients knew I could handle my futa dick as well as the rest of the masseuses, and it was only a month or so away from when I'd be running the second parlor for Simone and Becky, bringing the pleasures of a futanari to a whole new group of women when it opens.
“Beg louder!” I hissed, smacking her ass some more, pleasure surging through my cock every time it slapped that wonderful, golden-brown ass; Sofia loved to be treated like a dirty slut.
“Fuck my pussy!” she screamed. “I'm a futa slut that needs a hard, futa cock reaming my naughty, married cunt!”
“I'm here to please!” I groaned and drove into her wet pussy.
Nothing felt better than being buried to the hilt inside a woman's sheath. Warm, wet, spongy flesh wrapped tight around my shaft, gripping my dick as I pulled out, and milking my cock as I drove in. I plunged fast and hard into her hot snatch, my groin slapping against her flesh.
“You like that, futa slut?” I demanded.
“Yes!” she groaned, flashing a frenzied look over her shoulder. “Fuck my pussy! Oh, yes! My husband can't fuck me this hard!”
Her asscheeks rippled every time I buried into her. I dug my fingers into her hips, the massage table she was bent over rocking back and forth, threatening to fall over. I didn't care. I was buried to the hilt in hot cunt.
“Fuck me! Fuck me!” she chanted over and over.
“You love my cock, don't you, slut?”
“I do! I love being fucked by a futa-girl!”
My passion was overflowing, gathering at the tip of my dick. That amazing, powerful moment drew near, and all that mattered was the pleasure growing at the end of my cock. I tensed, about to erupt my cum into her juicy hole.
“Cum on my cock!” I moaned. “Let me feel your pussy spasm on my futa dick!”
“Keep fucking me this hard and I will!” Sofia shouted.
I thrust hard and deep, my orgasm nearing. My breasts jiggled up and down, topped by hard nipples. I raised up my right hand and pinched one; pleasure shuddered through me, bringing my futa cock closer to erupting. But I held off—the client hadn't cum.
“Let me feel your cunt explode!” I groaned, smacking her ass with my left hand, those lush cheeks dancing. “Cum for me, my pretty, married, futa slut!”
“Oh, fuck! Gonna cum! Oh, yes! Oh, fucking yes!” Sofia screamed. “That's it, Melody!”
Her pussy convulsed about my dick—the best feeling in the world. Warm, wet silk massaged me, hungry for my futa cum. I drew back, groaning as her cunt squeezed my shaft. Then, moaning, I buried all the way into her and unleashed a flood of cum into her tunnel.
“Yes! Oh, yes!” I grunted as my pleasure gushed out of me. I drew back and thrust in again, her pussy milking the last of my spunk out.
“Wonderful,” she murmured.
I pulled out; my white cum trickled out of her hole.
Sofia climbed up onto the massage table, laying her head on a round, pink bolster, and closed her dark eyes. I bet down and kissed her cheek. “Sweet dreams.”
She nodded, a smile on her face. She often napped away the remainder of her hour, finally relaxed enough to get some restful sleep after our strenuous session. I pulled on my lavender, silk robe and slipped out of the room, closing the door as gently as I could, leaving Sofia to sleep in the candlelit room.
I walked two doors down the hallway to room 8—the break room—and entered. I grinned; my girlfriend sat on a love seat, a smile on her porcelain face and her dark, slanted eyes flashed with excitement. She was a gorgeous, Japanese woman with creamy-olive skin and long, blue-black hair. We had been dating for a month, running around behind her husband's back and having so much fun.
Memories of that wonderful afternoon that I had fucked her the first time flooded my mind. Yurika had been my first client, showing up after I gave her a free coupon. I had wanted to seduce her to get back at her husband, my horrible ex-boss, only to discover this amazing, beautiful, and exciting creature existed behind the demure mask she had worn.
“Damn, Yurika!” I whistled. “That is a killer dress!”
She stood up, twirling about. She wore a short, slinky party dress, the bronze fabric flashing as she spun. The skirt barely covered her butt and left her long legs wonderfully exposed. The bodice was two strips tied around her neck, the fabric loose around her breasts, leaving her black, lacy bra partially exposed as the fabric shifted about. A month ago she never would have worn anything this revealing.
“You are gorgeous, Yurika!”
She beamed. “I may have spent more than my clothing budget allows.”
“Your husband's going to be furious,” I laughed. Mitch Edwards, her asshole husband, was a big-time executive, making six figures a year, but only gave his wife a hundred dollars a month to spend on new clothes; after all, she hadn't earn the money.
“I know. I'm such a bad wife.” Her grin was mischievous and cute; I had to kiss her. Her lips tasted sweet. After the kiss, Yurika continued, “I spent more of my husband's money on you!”
She reached down and pulled a white, clothing box from beneath the love seat, holding it up to me. A pleased smile spread across my lips as I took the box. I opened it and dug through the tissue paper to reveal a silver, party dress. I pulled it out, holding it against my body; the skirt was very short and ruffled. I saw a bit of red in the box. I uncovered a red, racy bra that had been wrapped underneath the dress.
“No panties?” I asked, wondering if they had been mixed in with the tissue paper fallen on the floor.
Yurika lifted up the hem of her bronze skirt; a waxed, juicy pussy winked at me between her thighs. “Nope!”
I gave a wicked laugh, setting the dress back in the box, then threw my arms around her neck. “I've thoroughly corrupted you, haven't I?”
“Yep,” Yurika answered, her face drifting closer to mine.
“So why are we dressing up?”
“You're taking me clubbing, Melody,” she answered. Her dark, slanted eyes filled my vision.
“So where am I taking you?”
“The Venus Kiss,” she answered, her lips mere inches away; my heart beat faster. “This new, lesbian club Linda told me about.”
“Hmm, if Linda recommended it...” I said, pretending to considerate. “Then we have to go!”
Her lips moved in those last, few inches and her kiss was sweet and passionate. Her mouth nibbled on my lower lip, then her tongue thrust into me. I held her tight; her lithe body so warm and electricity tingled down to my clitoris. It swelled, pushing through the gap of my robe and pressing against the fabric of her dress; pleasure shuddered through me. Yurika pulled back like I had burned her; I frowned.
“I love your cock, Melody, but you can't stain my dress. Yet.”
I grinned, “Yet?”
“We're going to have a lot of fun this weekend!” She winked at me.
Yurika's husband was going out of town for a business trip and we had planned on enjoying ourselves without worrying about her husband catching on. One day, Yurika would leave him. She was just trying to get the entirety of his financial picture so he couldn't rip her off in the divorce.
She had earned her half of the money by putting up with that asshole for years.
“Let me finish up with Sofia and take a shower, then we'll get out of here,” I smiled, forcing my cock to shrink back into a clitoris.
A few hours later, after a lovely dinner at a swanky restaurant, I was looking for a place to park near The Venus Kiss. We circled the block a few times before finding one. I paid the meter, hooked my arm through Yurika's, and walked my girlfriend across the street to the warehouse-turned-club. A bouncer—a big, butch woman with arms that could bench press a semi—waved us through.
Music pulsed through the club, pounding through my body with a deep, primal base. Colors flashed and women danced, lit by black lights, painting them in fluorescent blues, violets, pinks, and greens.
Yurika dragged me straight onto the dance floor. She laughed and smiled as she awkwardly danced, but her carefree joy transformed her clumsy moves into beauty. I was glad she was happy—her husband only made her miserable, but I had set her free. We worked up a sweat as we grooved and swayed on the dance floor, enjoying the club music. I gazed into her almond eyes, so thrilled that she was happy. We laughed and danced and enjoyed ourselves immensely.
A slower song started up, and Yurika put her arms around my neck, pressing her lithe body against mine. I put my hands on her waist, swaying with her. It was like slow dancing at prom, only my date had never been this beautiful. Her hips shifted beneath my hands as she pressed her groin against mine. My hands slipped around her waist, down to squeeze her ass through the satin of her dress. Heat burned through me, ending at my clitoris. I fought the urge to let it grow and let myself get lost in her deep-brown eyes.
Everything had been going right in my life since I took Jennifer up on her recommendation and visited Ms. Futa 'N Ari's Massage Parlor. Now I had this amazing woman for my girlfriend and who knew what the future held. But I did know that I never wanted to let her go.
The slow song ended, and the beat picked up, and we went back to dancing and laughing.
“I need a drink!” I shouted after more than a few songs. “Be right back!”
She shook her head. “Having too much fun!” She kept dancing badly by herself.
I laughed and walked to the bar. We had been on the edge of the dance floor so I didn't have to fight my way out. It was Friday night and the club was hopping. A pretty, young woman ran the bar, her nose pierced with three silver rings and the tips of her short, black hair were dyed bright blue.
“Can I get a martini?”
She nodded, busying herself behind the bar. “You're new?” she asked as she handed me the drink.
“Yeah,” I nodded, pulling the olive impaled on the toothpick out and eating it. “My girlfriend wanted me to take her here.”
“The Japanese chick?”
“Yeah.” I couldn't help smiling, thinking of Yurika always warmed me up.
“She's...uh...very friendly, huh?”
Frowning, I glanced over my shoulder; Yurika was dancing with another woman. Well, it was more like she was humping the other woman, grinding her ass into her dance partner's groin. The woman was athletic, her brown hair tied up into a pair of pigtails.
“That's my coworker,” I answered, recognizing Linda.
I took a sip of my martini, watching their sensual dance; heat flushed through me. Their dance was pure sex. Linda's hands roamed Yurika's body, stroking her stomach in circles then rising up to grope my girlfriend's small breasts or sliding down to press her skirt between her groin, clearly rubbing her pussy. My own vulva grew damp as I remembered that Yurika wore no panties.
“She's a predator,” warned the bartender.
“Uh-huh. She's left here with more than one woman's girlfriend.”
That would be one of the gifts Aphrodite gave us when we joined her Sisterhood. Besides our futa cocks, we were given magical make overs: getting rid of fat, adding some perkiness back into our tits, tightening everything up. We also had become irresistible to women. They just burned to get to know us better the longer they breathed in our pheromones. Without that, Ms. Futa 'N Ari's Massage Parlor probably wouldn't work out nearly so well.
I took another sip as I watched them, fighting my clitoris's desire to become a full cock. Yurika's dark eyes met mine and she smiled, beckoning me with an outstretched arm as she swayed against Linda. I downed the rest of my drink, and tossed a twenty on the counter I had pulled from my clutch purse.