Futaween - Sex Stories

Futaween

... bondage rings.

Clingy nylons covered his forearms and legs, but left his ass exposed and his cock and balls dangling in the cool breeze. A short purple tail was glued to the skin of his lower back. Jesse's legs were consumed by rubber starting at mid-thigh, leading down into shiny heeled boots of midnight black.

Charlie was garbed in a demonic costume as well, though it hid much less of his body. The straps of a red leather bondage harness criss-crossed his form, leaving most of his skin exposed to the elements. Ironically, it was his face that was covered the most. All but his nose and mouth were veiled in red latex. The tight bondage hood featured twin black devil horns sprouting from his temples.

The red rubber covered his eyes, so he was relying on Jesse's instructions and the tug of Claire's leash to guide him where they were going. His arms and legs were decorated with torn nylons, leading to red leather gloves and a set of knee pads below. Charlie's circumcised sissy clit hung out boldly as they sauntered down the block.

For her part, Claire had added some angelic adornments to one of her university uniforms. It was only fitting that a Futadom angel would lead the two demonic slut boys around on Futaween. She wore a white suit jacket with black leather lining the cuffs and open front. Draped below it was a tight, white skirt. The sleek suit hugged her thick curves gracefully, showing off her impressive cleavage and creasing around her strong thighs. The ...

... dual leashes, one purple and one red, were held firmly in the grasp of her black leather gloves.

A small circlet sat atop Claire's head, holding a halo above her silvery hair. Sparkling blue eyes pierced through her thin, gold-rimmed glasses. It matched the large golden cross hanging above her bust, just as her white choker necklace complimented the rest of her outfit. Claire's gleaming white leather thigh-highs might've been the most eye catching element of her ensemble, if not for her massive mounds and the thick length of cockmeat jutting out from the bottom of her short skirt.

It was a chilly evening to have one's naughty bits hanging out, but that was part of the fun. It made things even more thrilling as you marched from house to house, looking for a door that didn't say 'Occupied', 'Busy', 'Tricked Out' or something more lewd like 'Fuckfest In Progress.' It was commonplace to have such signs on the door for Futaween to indicate whether visitors should stop and ring the bell or move on to the next house. They were fun indicators, but in truth, not really needed. You could often hear the moans and wails of bitchmade males through the thickest of front doors.

As they made their way down the street, Charlie stumbled for the third time and lurched to the side, grabbing onto Jesse for support. The blinded bottom almost dropped the trio's half-filled pumpkin bucket. The hefty orange container jostled and sloshed about with the treats they'd gathered thus far.

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