Futaween - Sex Stories

Futaween

... way to the front door. Another fat, sludge-filled condom was pulled from her obscenely large cock. She knotted it at the end before tossing it into the bucket with a moist glug.

“What do you say, sluts?” Claire prompted.

“Thank you!!!” the demonic twinks answered in unison.

“You're very welcome” Jasmine answered with a grin.

“Looks like your bucket is almost full!” Snow White noted proudly.

* * * * *

After trudging around for another hour and filling a second grinning pumpkin with hot liquid treats, the tiring trio found a household that was eager to demand fresh tricks. They were welcomed in by a hulking, black-haired beauty dressed as Wonder Woman and a surly blonde dressed in the blue and black of a leather police uniform.

Claire handed over their leashes with no hesitation. The tall amazon took Jesse's while the truncheon wielding fetish cop scooped up Charlie's. The increasingly frustrated professor followed them into the living room. Her fully erect cum cannon was evidence she wouldn't be content to remain an observer for much longer.

Officer Misbehave led Charlie to a black leather couch and bent him over the side. She pressed his face into the soiled cushions with sadistic glee. Despite his total lack of sight, Charlie identified the sticky mess immediately by feel and taste. His face was being dragged through webs of residual spunk.

“Lick it up you filthy faggot! Every drop! Nothing gets me harder than watching a little fuck-boy lap up my ...

... leftovers!”

She pressed his back into the sofa with her billy club. Her other hand was busy unzipping her leather pants and summoning forth her sticky length of stiffening fuck-meat.

The armor-clad Diana led Jesse to a simple folding chair, likewise dripping in gooey semen.

“On your knees!” she commanded. “Stick your head through the hole and put your tummy on the seat.”

Jesse did as he was bade, scowling as his costume was gunked up by vestigial Futanari nut.

“Ugh! You could've at least cleaned this thing... OW!!!”

His wrists were seized by the strong woman and Jesse's arms were quickly wrapped around the sides of the chair. A pair of leather wrist cuffs and a short chain were applied, locking his hands and arms behind him. It wasn't the most comfortable position to get plowed in, especially with his knees raw against the hardwood floor, but that added a certain excitement to it. His peachy backdoor twitched, waiting to be filled with amazon cock.

The metallic ratcheting sound of constricting handcuffs sounded off in the background and Charlie's hands were trapped behind his back as well. Three hung Futa Dommes stroked their cocks, looking down at the two bound femboys as they writhed in delicious bondage and demeaning filth.

The bottom bitches eager moaning turned to exasperated yelps of brutal tightness and sudden pain as both hostesses went in raw. Charlie gurgled in cum-slathered leather as his face was forced into the cushion and a massive schlong ...