by Reed James
“Yes,” Phoebe hissed, “clean the slut's ass.”
She thrust.
I groaned.
Phoebe's thick cock slammed into the hot, tight depths of my pussy. I moaned as my tongue kept licking up through Meaghan's taint and between the cheeks of her ass. I cleaned up my cum as my pussy clenched down on the thrusting dick.
“So hot, so tight,” gasped Phoebe. “Oh, my god, is this what my husband feels when he fucks that slut?”
“Yes,” I moaned, rocking back into her girth, my dick and tits swinging beneath me. “And imagine how hot and tight Jessamine will be when you fuck her cunt.”
“I'm going to cuckold my husband,” groaned Phoebe, her strokes growing faster and harder. Her crotch slapped into mine. “Holy shit. That's so hot.”
“Uh-huh,” I moaned, my tongue reaching Meaghan's sphincter.
My dick twitched every time Phoebe's cock slammed into my depths. My pussy clenched about her dick, savoring the girth. I moaned and gasped, my tongue swirling about Meaghan's cum-stained sphincter. I gathered the salty jizz, soured by her ass. I loved the naughty mix.
“Mmm, yes,” Meaghan moaned. “Lick my ass clean, Priscilla.”
“Yes,” groaned Phoebe. “Lick that married slut's ass clean. Ooh, you cuckold her husband every day.”
“I do,” I panted, cum staining my lips. “I love it. And you'll love cuckolding William.”
“Yes!” Phoebe hissed. Her tits slapped into her chest from the force of her thrusts. She pressed my face tight against Meaghan's asshole.
I latched my lips to the hold and sucked. My cum flowed into my mouth. The sour flavor of her ass grew stronger. The naughty thrill swelled through me. My dick throbbed and my pussy clenched on Phoebe's dick. Such wicked delight.
I grasped my dick with my right hand, leaning on my left and my knees. I rocked to Phoebe's hard strokes while listening to both her and Meaghan moan their pleasure. I sucked at Meaghan's asshole then thrust my tongue deep into her depths.
“Yes, yes, yes, so fucking good,” groaned Meaghan. A wet, sloppy sound came from her crotch. The slut fingered herself. “Eat my ass! I'm going to cum.”
“Do it, slut,” hissed Phoebe. “You're like Jessamine, a filthy whore. Oh, yes. I'm going to fuck that Black bitch so hard. I'm going to ram my dick up her ass and listen to her howl in delight.”
The image of the mature beauty fucking a light-skinned, Black beauty shot rapture through my body. I came hard. My cock erupted. Jizz splattered the carpet of my office. I stroked fast, squeezing out every last drop while my pussy spasmed and milked Phoebe's dick. I moaned in Meaghan's asshole as the pleasure washed through my mind.
I loved being fucked almost as much as I loved fucking.
“Holy shit, you're cumming,” gasped Phoebe. “I can feel your dick spasm about my cock. Oh, wow, that's amazing.”
“Wait until it's Jessamine's,” moaned Meaghan. “Oh, yes, that will be so hot.”
Meaghan let out a squeak of delight. Her body shook. She made the cutest whimpers. She didn't make them all the time when she came, but when she did it made me so excited. My pussy clenched on Phoebe's thrusting cock, another orgasm brewing. My dick still bobbed hard beneath me.
“So good,” gasped Meaghan, her knees buckling. She fell onto her stomach before me, her cute rear shaking as she trembled.
I licked my lips and threw a look over my shoulder. Phoebe's blonde hair bounced around her shoulders, ruining her perfect hairdo. Her big, round breasts rose and fell and slapped together. I bit my lip as I swiveled my hips.
“Cum in me,” I moaned. “Flood your lawyer's cunt and then we'll get to work humiliating your husband.”
“Yes,” moaned Phoebe. Her face contorted.
She slammed into me and came.
I savored the hot feel of futa-jizz flooding my cunt. Her back arched, thrusting her tits forward as she spurted into me. I groaned, clenching and milking her dick. My fingers stroked the sensitive tip of my cock, rubbing it hard, my own orgasm brewing.
“Wow,” gasped Phoebe. “Wow. That was amazing.”
“Uh-huh,” I panted. My face scrunched up.
I came again, adding more cum to the floor. My left arm buckled as I spasmed. My face lowered to the carpet. The rough fibers rubbed into my cheeks as I spasmed and moaned. My pussy clenched on Phoebe's dick, milking out every last drop.
“We are going to humiliate my husband,” chortled Phoebe as she pulled her dick out of me.
“You have no idea,” I sighed, my plans dancing through my head. First, I needed to seduce Jessamine.
That wouldn't be hard. I was a futa. “Meaghan, when you recover, call Mr. Woodward's office and set up an appointment. I need to speak to him.”
“Yes... Priscilla,” gasped Meaghan.
I rolled onto my back and stared up at Phoebe as she stroked her dick. “This is amazing.”
“Oh, it'll get better,” I promised her.
To be continued...
Legal Futa Dictation
Futa Divorce Lawyer 2
(A story of the Aphrodite Sisterhood Universe)
by
Reed James
Legal Futa Dictation
The retainer check from Phoebe Woodward, my first ever client, had cleared. I had the money to keep my struggling law firm open for a while longer. And I knew I would rack up more than $10,000, her retainer, in fees and hours working her divorce case.
And it would be full of such delicious fun.
I had really begun to doubt my decision to quit my prestigious law firm to open up my own office. But I had to. Since I became a futa, thanks to my run in with Lillian and her futa-bikers, I couldn't stand to work with so many men. I used to like men—their strong muscles, chiseled chins, confidence, brash arrogance. I had many lovers, casual flings with hunky men squeezed into my hectic life as a high-powered attorney.
And then I became a futa and they disgusted me. My appetites turned to the softer, to the feminine. Beautiful, curvy creatures lacking all those hard muscles and angles, so round, pliant, and silky. I loved holding a pair of firm breasts, my fingers sinking into flesh, or to feel a soft pair of lips nuzzle at my pussy, eating me to a climax while their slim fingers gripped my dick. And then the wonderful moment of sinking my futa-dick into their pussies...
Such wonderful release.
My dick swelled in my panties, tenting the front of my skirt as I navigated through wintry New York City. I was on my way to meet with William Woodward, my client's soon-to-be ex-husband. Phoebe had no illusions about her husband. After years of marriage, she allowed him his affairs while she indulged in hers. She never expected him to fall in love with one of his mistresses and file for divorce.
Scorned, Phoebe wanted to scorch the earth. She wanted to humiliate her husband and take as much of his assets as possible. Only problem, he had a fleet of lawyers. Already he had their prenuptial agreement thrown out and offered her only $10 million, nowhere close to the billions he was worth.
But it was Jessamine that really angered Phoebe. He loved his new executive assistant. Phoebe could not tolerate that.
But I had a plan. My client wanted William humiliated. I would deliver. I was a futa-lawyer—I had skills the average attorney lacked.
I glanced at Meaghan. She sat in the passenger seat of my Mercedes S-Class sedan—my baby. I would be able to keep her with Phoebe as a client. I stroked the steering wheel as I studied the profile of Meaghan. My dick ached. My paralegal had a mouth designed to suck cock. She sat cross-legged, black pantyhose clinging to her lush legs. She played with her wedding ring.
Did she feel guilt for our affair?
Meaghan had been raised in a religious household. She married her husband at nineteen, still a virgin. Now in her early twenties, she was my slut. Both Phoebe—who I made into a futa—and myself had fucked her married holes over the last week.
“You look nervous.”
“A little,” Meaghan smiled. “We're going to mee
t with her husband. Do you really think you can win?”
I hadn't let anyone know all of my plan. It was so wicked. I reached over and patted her thigh—so warm beneath her silky nylons. “Yes.”
Meaghan nodded. Her nipples tented her blouse. She dressed in more revealing clothing since she started working for me. I wondered what her husband thought of his wife's new outfit. I had met Martin once. He was a nobody. He didn't deserve such a beautiful creature. She should divorce him and have fun.
But she clung to her marriage vows.
“I'm a futa. I always win.”
She shook her head. “You can be so arrogant sometimes, Priscilla.”
“That's what it takes to win.” I squeezed her thigh and pondered if I had enough time to have her suck my cock before we reached our destination.
No, traffic moved fairly well today. We were almost there.
“Just go along with whatever happens,” I told her. “And did you call Phoebe?”
“Yes, yes, she's at her penthouse waiting for you.”
“Good. You can find your own way home, right?”
“I know how to use the subways, Priscilla,” sniffed Meaghan, her black hair shifting on her shoulders. “I'm not a child.”
“No, but you are as pretty as a maid.” The light was red, so I leaned over and stole a kiss from my married paralegal.
I loved the sigh she made. I doubted her husband could produce such sounds from her.
I made the turn into the parking garage of the office building. The harsh, artificial lights transformed the silver hood of my car into something almost ugly. I navigated through the maze of lanes and stalls until I found an empty spot.
I climbed out, an eager thrill trembling through me. My clit throbbed. I kept it under control. It wasn't time to unveil my cock. Yet. We reached the elevators and escaped the cold of the parking garage.
I hated winter.
We rode up four separate elevators to reach the 78th floor. The bustle in the office reminded me of my old job. Everyone scurrying, working hard to earn bonuses and promotions. Stress, long hours, bad coffee.
I missed it.
The receptionist directed us to the right. We headed to a frosted glass door with gold letters reading: “William Woodward, CEO.” I yanked the door open with confidence and strolled into the waiting area, several potted plants flanking a comfortable couch to wait, opposite a cluttered desk where a young woman sat.
Jessamine.
I studied the temptress as she rose, a fixed smile on her narrow face. Her lips were lush. Her skin was a light-chocolate, creamy and delicious. She was half-Black, her face European; a weave of curvy hair falling about her face. She wore a blouse with a plunging neckline, displaying her assets and a diamond necklace. A tight skirt clung to her curving ass, her legs covered in black nylon.
Mmm, I loved nylons. I could see how William fell in love with this woman.
“Hello,” Jessamine purred, her voice throaty as she walked to us. Her eyes lit up as she studied me, pupils dilating. My futaness affected her.
“I'm Priscilla Lehrner,” I purred as I slipped off my coat, “and this is my assistant Meaghan.”
“Hi,” Meaghan smiled.
“Let me take your coats.” Jessamine reached out. I brushed her hand with my fingers, stroking along her knuckles and bringing a shiver and a darkening of her cheeks. “Mr. Woodward is still in a meeting with his lawyers. You're early.”
“It's a bad habit of mine,” I purred, admiring her ass as she turned and walked to a coat rack. What a delicious shake. My clit fought to swell.
“Well, better early than late. It always throws off his schedule.”
She walked to her desk and sat down. I moved to her. She looked up, staring at the sway of my hips in my tight, black skirt. I, too, wore a blouse with a plunging neckline. I bent over, resting my hands on her desk, my hips shaking.
Her eyes fell on my cleavage. She licked her lips. “Ms. Lehrner—”
“Priscilla,” I smiled.
“Priscilla, you can sit down.”
“But I want to get to know you better.” I ran my eyes up and down her body. “Look at you. I can tell why William is leaving his wife for you.”
A flash of guilt crossed her face. “Well, he is. We're in love. Mrs. Woodward should have done a better job keeping her man, but she was such a vindictive creature. The things Bill...” She trailed off. “I shouldn't be talking to you about this.”
I reached across her desk, brushing her diamond necklace. I stroked the gold and jewels as I followed the necklace down to her neckline. Her breasts rose. She looked at me, her eyes widening and her body stiffened.
“Priscilla?” She stared down at my hand moving lower.
“Beautiful. A gift from Mr. Woodward?”
“Yes.” She squirmed as I reached the end, the diamond nestled between the slopes of her breasts. My knuckles brushed her tits' side, pressing into the flesh as I played with her jewelry. Her nipples hardened.
I looked over at Meaghan who sat stiffly, her eyes wide. “Don't you think she is beautiful, Meaghan?”
“She is,” my assistant answered, her thighs crossed.
“Stand up, Jessamine. Let me get a better look at you.”
Jessamine blinked. She swallowed. “Priscilla.”
“Come on. You have a gorgeous body. Let Meaghan get a look. I'm not sure she saw everything.”
Jessamine looked around. I moved my hand from her necklace, and her delightful cleavage, down to her hand. I rested it on hers, my white, French-pressed nails lightly caressing the back of her hand. Then I took it and tugged.
“Come on,” I purred. “Your lover will never know you weren't hard at work.” I laughed. “Though I imagine he doesn't care how hard you work at your desk. I imagine it's the work you do in his office when you're all alone he appreciates.”
Jessamine's cheeks darkened. “Priscilla, please.”
“Come on,” I smiled. I still held her hand. I walked around her desk. Her chair swiveled revealing her thighs crossed tight. I bet she had a hot pussy. “Stand up.”
She worried her lower lip. “Fine, fine. But this is very inappropriate. You're a lawyer.”
“A fun lawyer,” I winked.
She stood up, her hips shifting. Her breasts thrust forward as she straightened her back, practically pressing them into my face. She was taller than I was. I licked my lips and led her out from behind the desk.
“Isn't she just sexy, Meaghan?” I asked as I led Jessamine before my assistant.
“Beautiful,” agreed Meaghan.
“You can do better,” I said, pressing behind Jessamine, my hands resting on her hips. “Look at those legs. Aren't they gorgeous?”
Meaghan's eyes flicked down. “They... are. Long. Supple.”
“And her hips.” I stroked down Jessamine's hips, my thumbs brushing the cheeks of her ass. “Curvy and wonderful.”
“She's what you like in a woman,” Meaghan answered.
“Yes, she is.” I pressed behind Jessamine, rubbing my crotch into her ass.
“Priscilla,” she gasped as I ground on her, my clit itching.
“Relax,” I whispered into her ear. “You have nothing to worry about.” My hands slid around her stomach then up to her silk blouse to cup her tits. “And what about her breasts, Meaghan?”
“They look plump,” Meaghan said, her cheeks red. Her thighs squeezed tighter together. I knew she had a hot pussy, too. “The kind that are nice to play with. Like yours.”
My nipples ached in my bra. “She does like to play with my breasts. Do you want to feel her hands on your tits?” I found the top button of her blouse. I popped it through the eyelet.
“Priscilla,” groaned Jessamine. “This is wrong. What are you doing?”
I unbuttoned a second one. “Passing the time.” The third one popped. My hands shoved in, rubbing her breasts contained in a lacy bra. “Meaghan, what color is her bra?”
“Black,” she sm
iled. “It's the type of bra a woman wears to please someone.”
“Do you ever wear bras like that for your husband?” I asked Meaghan, surprised by her answer. She never wore adventurous underwear to work, only her plain bras and panties, which rarely matched.
“I have,” she answered, blushing. “For our anniversaries.”
My hands squeezed Jessamine's breasts through her bra. “Mmm, these are great tits. Nice and round. Come and have a feel.”
Meaghan rose, shaking her head. “You make me do such wicked things, Priscilla.” She clenched her hands then strode forward. She reached out, brushing my fingers as she groped Jessamine. The young woman trembled and sighed. “They are nice, Priscilla.”
“You should thank her,” I whispered to Jessamine. “She complimented your tits.”
“Thank you,” panted Jessamine as we both kneaded her tits through her bra. Her lover was only on the other side of the door oblivious to his lover's seduction.
“You make me so hard,” I groaned into Jessamine's ear. “You are such a beautiful creature. I can see why Mr. Woodward's throwing away his marriage for you. Mmm, it is going to cost him so much money.”
“Uh-huh,” she panted, her hips swaying, grinding her ass into my crotch.
My clit throbbed. I let her swell into a cock. She blossomed, tenting the front of my panties and pressing into Jessamine's ass. The young woman gasped and swayed as she felt my dick digging into her ass. She threw a confused look over her shoulder.
“That's my girl-dick,” I purred.
“You're a tranny?”
“Don't be a bigot,” Meaghan moaned. She leaned in and nibbled on Jessamine's chocolate neck. “Her cock is wonderful.”
Jessamine sighed and shuddered, pressing her butt back into my cock, working my bulge into the crack of her ass. I shuddered at the wonderful sensations. I groaned, fighting the urge to rip up her skirt and panties and fuck her hard.
“Do you want to see my girl-dick?”
“I think she does,” panted Meaghan. “I can feel her heart racing beneath her tits.” Meaghan licked up to Jessamine's ear. “Do it. See her cock.”