Futaween - Sex Stories

Futaween

... their energetic rutting into the ultimate pleasure for sub and Domme alike.

“More! Holy shit!!! Harder!”

His prostate glowed with budding pleasure as she pistoned more than a foot of bulbous cock into his yielding ass. Charlie's tongue lapped at the leather seating, searching for more spunk to feed his growing addiction. He shuddered in darkness, his eyes sealed under the latex mask as the mystery woman throttled, spanked and pounded him doggy style.

“Gladly, you horny little fuck!”

She dropped her truncheon and took up his leash. The leather wrapped Futa cop pulled on it with just enough force to choke Charlie lightly. He sputtered and moaned in bliss, the pressure on his neck enhancing the rapture of being bound and railed exquisitely.

Soon, all that could be heard throughout the quaint suburban home was the slurp of thick cocks in and out of wet femboy holes and guttural moans of pleasure . The three well hung women railed the two immobilized bitch boys into the night. Countless guests walked to the front door only to see the 'Cum back later!' sign and walk away disappointed.

After some twenty minutes of powerful fucking, Jesse's holes were flooded with a river of thick, hot paste. Claire and Diana went balls deep, keeping him air tight as thick ropes of seed clogged his luscious tunnels. Officer Deep-Dick covered Charlie's mouth and nose as she injected him with a torrent of warm, liquid justice. He snorted and mumbled around her gripping leather ...

... fingers as his intestines surged with clingy hot glue.

After pulling themselves free of the soiled slut boys, the haughty hostesses and Miss Thompson decided they wanted a second round. Wonder Woman and Claire moved to the sticky sofa to initiate a second spitroast. Charlie got a thorough taste of Jesse's ass when Diana pulled his mouth over her still-hard fuck stick. Claire entered him from behind and the little devil was being double-teamed in the cum-strewn darkness of his hood before he knew what hit him.

Jesse was a ripped, torn and battered mess, his makeup running down his face and semen dribbling from his splayed sphincter as he languished on the chair. At least he was lubed for a second entry as the eager officer lowered herself behind him and guided her steel-hard erection into his cum greased boy-hole. She grabbed a pigtail with one hand and the bondage rings of his latex top with the other, pulling his locked body into her hips forcefully. Jesse gasped and gurgled on Mistress' semen, still trying to clear his throat as his second ordeal began.

It seemed this was the final house they'd visit for this year's Futaween, but the festivities were far from over. It would be hours before the women were satisfied and even then, the holiday fun would continue. When Jesse and Charlie got home, they each had a bucket of condoms to chug.

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