Futaween - Sex Stories

Futaween

... Cut it out you clumsy bitch! You almost knocked me down again!”

“Sorry! I can't see anything with this mask on...” Charlie answered meekly.

“No shit! It was a stupid idea. Why don't you cut some eye holes in it?”

“Ummm, because I like sensory deprivation!”

“Pffft. Do that shit on your own time! This is Futaween and you're slowing us down!”

“Boys! BOYS!” Claire shouted. She reigned in both their leashes, tugging on their necks firmly. “Whoever starts the next argument is getting a spanking!”

They continued down the walkway, looking for the next house with abundant Futaween decorations and a well-lit porch. Jesse glanced to the side and noticed Charlie's upper chest jiggling ever so slightly as they walked. The beginnings of round, fatty tissue had started to form where a flat chest had previously been.

“So, you started hormones, did you?”

“Yeah. If you want to work at Femboy Hooters, it helps to have hooters.”

“Pfffft, I'd just strap on some falsies. Or maybe not. I bet they'd let me work there regardless.”

“You're dreaming.”

Jesse's brow furrowed in annoyance. He side-eyed the red demon slut to his left. “Fuck you! They totally would! And it's gonna be a long time before those little bitties of yours can be called hooters!”

“That's enough!” Claire announced, dropping Charlie's leash. She yanked Jesse closer to the side of the road, pulling him towards the nearest parked car. She tugged his leash until he was in range, then bent him over ...

... the hood of the red sedan.

“I think twenty strokes should do” she informed him, pressing his back down with one gloved hand and preparing to strike with the other.

“Yes, Mistress” Jesse replied with a knowing smile.

*SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK*

As Claire's leather-clad hand lambasted his plump white tush, Jesse groaned and grunted pleasurably. Costumed onlookers, male slaves and Futa Dommes alike, looked their way as they continued down the street. The strangers laughed and enjoyed their little show, getting an eyeful before moving on.

This was a game Claire and Jesse played. They both knew that's what it was. He was always breaking the rules and giving Mistress any excuse to discipline him. Jesse was the ultimate brat and they both loved it. As the twenty strikes came to a close, he only wished Mistress Claire had mandated more. Jesse had an exhibitionist streak and found public punishment thrilling.

*SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK*

“No more lollygagging or arguing” Claire insisted as she pulled Jesse back onto the sidewalk and took up Charlie's leash again. She strutted down the suburban walkway, pulling her naughty demonic whores behind her.

A few minutes later, the trio finally spotted a house that was open for business. They stalked up the driveway and hurried to the front door, three pairs of heels clicking away. When they reached the entrance, Jesse rang the bell and they waited a few moments in anticipation. The door opened and two large women ...