Futaween - Sex Stories

Futaween

Three pairs of heels clicked down the sidewalk as Claire Thompson trailed behind two of her students. It was the last day of October and the usual scents permeated the crisp evening air. Dried foliage, autumn vegetables, holiday candy and semen. The occasion had been renamed Futaween many years ago, which was only too appropriate in this brave new world of ceaseless debauchery.

Once upon a time, young men went to college, vocational school or joined the military. Now, when they came of age, males were enrolled in Slave Training schools or the nearest Femboy Academy. Which one they were deployed to depended on a number of factors, from their body type and disposition to their mother's wishes.

Mistress Claire was a professor at one of these institutions, a career she embraced with great relish. Like virtually all women in the modern age, she'd opted to become a Futanari and enjoyed the many privileges inherent with her enhanced anatomy. No doubt remained that the world now belonged to her kind.

Jesse and Charlie marched just ahead of her, their pace guided by the twin leashes that led back to Claire's hands. Charlie was one of her many charges, but Jesse was more than just a student to her. He was also Claire's collared submissive and live-in slave. Each student was assigned a dominant Futa guardian so they could learn their proper role in the world as they completed their secondary schooling.

Their education never ended, regardless of whether they were in class or ...

... at home. Each young man served as housekeeper, companion and sexual servant to the Futa Mistress who took him under her wing. On the surface, it may have seemed like a conflict of interests to let a student be bound to a professor in this way, but in a world where any university professor could bend her student over a desk and take him at will, it was no longer seen as particularly troubling. Besides, many of the courses were sexual in nature, for masculine subs and femboys alike.

Charlie belonged to another woman, Claire's friend and colleague Elena. Elena decided to stay home this year to demand tricks from the neighborhood sluts and dole out treats to those who pleased her. Futaween was always a frenzied affair that kept her busy all night, so she'd handed over her obedient slave to Claire for the evening.

Elena was probably in a position to have more fun, but Claire didn't mind escorting a couple bubble-butt sluts around town instead. There was almost as much pleasure in watching them get ravaged and slathered in cum as there was doing the ravaging.

Jesse was dressed as a femboy incubus. Purple rubber horns sprouted from the base of his up-thrust blonde pigtails. They matched the color of his lipstick, while the pink hair-ties matched his dyed bangs. A pink collar with yellow spikes led down to a layer of black latex covering his upper chest and back. From there, a purple set of demonic wings extended, leaving nothing but a bare midsection and some drooping metal ...