Futa Divorce Lawyer Collection

by Reed James

  “What sort of fucked up trannies are you?” growled Mr. Woodward. “When did you disfigure your body, Phoebe?”

  “Disfigure?” she snorted. “I enhanced it last week with a little magic. My lawyer set it up. She works miracles.”

  “You're going to worship my cock, right?” Phoebe asked on screen.

  “Yes,” gasped Jessamine.

  “Because my dick is so much huger than my husband's?”

  “So much.”

  Mr. Woodward roared in humiliated fury. His face went beat red as he heard the emasculating words. He glanced at Jessamine as she squirmed on Phoebe's lap, Phoebe's hand playing with Jessamine's tit, the young woman's eyes glazed with lust.

  “You fucking slut!” boomed Mr. Woodward. “You were with her last night?”

  “All night,” Phoebe purred, pinching Jessamine's hard nipple through her blouse, bringing a soft moan to her lips.

  “All night,” Jessamine echoed. “I came so much.”

  Mr. Woodward bolted upright, murder in his eyes. I acted, giving him a cool look as I chanted the spell Lillian taught me: “Aphrodite, bind this creature to the chair and defend your most devoted servant!”

  Mr. Woodward fell back into his chair, the fury fading for a heartbeat, replaced by shock. Invisible ropes bound his body, creasing his suit. He struggled and squirmed, his chair squeaking as the rage returned.

  “What the fuck is going on? What are you doing?”

  “Hush, Mr. Woodward, you're missing out on the movie,” I purred. “It's about to get so good.”

  “It is,” Jessamine groaned. “Look at me suck her cock. Oh, it is an amazing cock.”

  “Jessamine,” Mr. Woodward said, his voice a whine. He stared at the screen, watching his lover suck Phoebe's cock.

  I couldn't fight my clit. It ballooned and swelled into a hard, throbbing dick. I pushed up my skirt, exposing it. I went without panties today. I stroked my dick. Meaghan locked her eyes on it, then rushed to me, her hand sliding up her own skirt, exposing the beige pantyhose covering her plain, boring, white panties.

  Her crotch was soaked dark with her excitement. She reached me and I tore her pantyhose, loving the rip of nylon. My dick throbbed. Then I thrust her gusset to the side. Meaghan buried her cunt onto my cock, moaning in satisfaction as her married snatch gripped me.

  “I need this,” she moaned into my ear as she rode me.

  I watched the screen over her shoulder.

  Mr. Woodward squirmed as he watched the blowjob. I remembered the wonderful feel of rubbing my cock on Jessamine's face. The man groaned as my cum erupted, painting his lover's chocolate face with white cum.

  “Mmm, that was so good,” I panted. “But it gets even better.”

  “Finger my ass! So good!” Jessamine groaned on screen

  “Has my husband ever fucked your ass?” Phoebe asked while the on screen I fingered Jessamine's ass.

  “I'm... saving it... For when I want... something big.”

  Phoebe giggled at the screen then glanced at her husband. “But she gave me her ass. Oh, Bill, it was such a sweet gift burying into your mistress's virgin asshole.”

  “It was,” panted Jessamine.

  “No,” Mr. Woodward groaned as Jessamine begged to be fucked up the ass. “Why are you doing this, Jessamine? Why?”

  “Because her dick is amazing,” groaned Jessamine. “So much better than your little thing. I don't have to fake my orgasms with her.”

  I groaned, Meaghan's pussy clenching on my cock. I ached inside of her as I watched the asshole's humiliation. His face paled. He looked down, ashamed. He was so pathetic. I gripped Meaghan's ass, my fingernails sliding across her nylons.

  “Look at him. He's so pathetic, Phoebe,” I groaned.

  “He is,” Phoebe answered. “Ooh, here's where I fuck her ass. She took both our cocks and loved it.”

  “I almost passed out,” Jessamine panted. “They both fucked me so hard, Bill.”

  “B-but, I love you,” he groaned. “Why would you do this to me?”

  “Why do you keep asking that?” Phoebe laughed. “Because your wife has a better dick than you do.”

  “So much better. I want to be fucked right now,” Jessamine panted. “It's so hot watching the tape. I look like a slut. Mmm, look at me writhe between them.”

  “Uh-huh,” gasped Meaghan, throwing a look over her shoulder. “Oh, yes, yes. That's what I look like when they fuck me. Oh, wow. She's going wild. That's so hot.”

  “Yes,” I groaned, my dick aching in her hot pussy's embrace. “Ride me faster.”

  “Are you going to cum in me?” Meaghan groaned. She leaned closer, pressing her small breasts against mine, separated by our blouses and bras. “Oh, yes. I love it when you cum in me.”

  “And I love cumming in your mistress,” Phoebe groaned. “Before she came in today, I fucked her and left her pussy full of cum. Show him.”

  “Yes,” gasped Jessamine.

  Mr. Woodward shook his head, straining against my spell. “This can't be happening. You can't have a dick, Phoebe. There's no way. The surgery—”

  “No surgery. Magic.” Phoebe stood up as Jessamine rounded the table. She lifted her skirt and her thick, hard cock spilled out. “Look at how thick my dick is, Bill. It makes yours look so tiny.”

  He gaped at her cock. She stroked the thick shaft jutting out before her. My pussy clenched, remembering Phoebe fucking me so many times. I loved her cock in me. Ripples from my pussy ran up my shaft to the tip of my dick, adding to the sweet delight churned by Meaghan's pussy sliding on my shaft.

  “I fucked your girlfriend's cunt and flooded her with cum.”

  “See, sir?” Jessamine moaned, hiking up her skirt. She wore pantyhose underneath, the crotch stained with cum. She peeled down her nylons. She wore no panties beneath. Sticky, white jizz clung to the pantyhose and smeared around the shaved lips of her pussy. “That's your wife's cum in me. Ooh, she fired so much. I loved heading to work with a pussy full of it. When you yelled at me this morning, I concentrated on how wet I was and remember how hard I came.”

  “Is his dick hard?” laughed Phoebe. “Did the sight of my big dick turn you on? Or was it watching me fuck your girlfriend? Huh, Bill? What turned on my darling husband?”

  “Your cock,” Meaghan gasped, her back arching. “Your big, beautiful girl-cock.”

  Meaghan slammed down my shaft and gasped as she came. Her married snatch spasmed about my dick. One day I hoped her husband would watch a similar tape, his jaw dropping as he witnessed his wife being my whore. My dick ached in Meaghan's spasming snatch, my orgasm building in the depths of my pussy.

  “Why don't you let him feel your sloppy pussy?” Phoebe panted to Jessamine. “Pull out his cock and fuck him.”

  “What?” Jessamine asked, biting her lip. “But he's so small.”

  “Baby,” groaned Mr. Woodward. “I'm not that small.”

  “You're tiny, Bill,” she giggled, biting her lip. “Okay, Phoebe, for you. I'll fuck his little dick.” A zipper rasped.

  My pussy clenched and dick throbbed. My orgasm swelled. Meaghan spasmed on me, still riding me as her orgasm peaked. I was so close. I stared at Mr. Woodward, eager for the real fun to being. Jessamine's hands moved, hidden by the table.

  “Oh, it is so cute,” she giggled. “Like a pink worm. Oh, you're so tiny in my hand.”

  “Jessamine,” whined Mr. Woodward. “I love you.”

  “And I loved your money,” she groaned, straddling him. “I'm not sure I'll even feel you. Phoebe stretched out my cunt.”

  “Fuck him,” I gasped, my body trembling. My fingers bit into Meaghan's pantyhose covering her ass. The fabric tore beneath my fingernails.

  Jessamine impaled herself on his dick. Mr. Woodward groaned. His head tossed back as pleasure filled him. Jessamine smirked as her hips writhed. “Ooh, you love my sloppy pussy, don't you?”

  “So hot,” groaned Mr. Woodward. “Your pussy...oh, wow...you're so hot.” />
  I groaned, my orgasm only a few seconds away. I gripped Meaghan's ass, slamming her pussy up and down my cock as the change began. Mr. Woodward's moans grew higher pitch as he trembled on the chair. His black hair, peppered with gray, grew longer. The gray vanished as his hair spilled down his slimming shoulders. His chiseled chin and hawkish nose shrank, the chin growing soft and round, the nose dainty. His blunted cheekbones eroded into delicate, feminine beauty while breasts swelled the front of her blouse.

  “What is going on?” the now-Mrs. Woodward gasped as her body changed.

  I came. My cum boiled out of me as I savored the sight of the gender-swapped man. Her emasculation was complete. She was now a woman, sexy and beautiful. I groaned as I drank in her beauty. Aphrodite made her into such a ravenous creature.

  “Oh, fuck,” Meaghan gasped, her pussy spasming on my erupting cock.

  Jessamine jumped back. She almost fell on her ass as she stared at her boss. The now-Mrs. Woodward squirmed in the chair, the buttons of her blouse straining against her large breasts. A button popped off, revealing a cotton undershirt beneath.

  “What the fuck is going on?” squeaked the now-Mrs. Woodward.

  The pleasure rushed through my body as my cum boiled into Meaghan's body. I groaned as my paralegal shuddered atop me, her eyes locked on the new Mrs. Woodward. Her pussy milked out my cum. Every spurt sent pleasure shooting through me.

  “Bill,” Phoebe smiled. “No, no, Bill is far too masculine for you. Billie. Mmm, Billie, what a sexy name for a sexy woman.”

  “Woman?”

  “His dick vanished from my pussy,” Jessamine gasped. She rushed forward and pulled down the new Mrs. Woodward's slacks. “She has a cunt. Oh, my god.”

  “Yes,” Meaghan gasped, shuddering. “Oh, wow, that's so hot.”

  “Uh-huh,” I panted as the last of my cum boiled into her pussy. I panted, leaning back in my chair as the pleasure pumped through my veins.

  “What is going on?” the new Mrs. Woodward squirmed as Jessamine rubbed their pussies together. “Stop doing that. Change me back.”

  “We have documents for you to sign first,” I panted. “Your assets.”

  “Never,” groaned the new Mrs. Woodward. “Stop rubbing my cunt.”

  “But you're so wet. Oh, wow. I want to lick it. You have a pussy now. It's so sexy.” Jessamine fell to her knees. Mrs. Woodward's eyes bulged as Jessamine devoured the former man's new cunt.

  “I think she likes her new pussy,” grinned Phoebe as she stood up. “I bet she wants to feel a big, thick cock fucking her cunt.”

  “And she's a virgin,” groaned Jessamine between licks. “She has a hymen.”

  Phoebe's eyes widened. “I get to pop your cherry?”

  “What?” panted the new Mrs. Woodward. Her cheeks burned crimson. She had such a lovely face. “No.”

  Meaghan slipped off my dick. It still thrust hard before me. I stood up, eager to get a better view of the gender-swapped man. I walked around the table, my wet cock bobbing before me, and groaned at the sight of Jessamine nestled between Mrs. Woodward's thighs, licking and tonguing the new woman's snatch.

  “Please, stop,” groaned Billie Woodward, her eyes rolling back in her head. Her hips moved, humping into Jessamine's face.

  “I don't think she wants Jessamine to stop,” purred Phoebe. “Do you like her tongue eating your pussy? Does it feel good?”

  “No,” Billie Woodward lied, her slim fingers clenching together.

  I reached out and ripped her dress shirt open and pushed her tie out of the way. The undershirt barely contained her large boobs. They spilled around the edges of the cotton. Large, round, beautiful tits. I pushed her shirt to the side, exposing her right breast and hard, dark-red nipple. It was fat as my little finger, rising like a squat peg.

  “You sure?” I asked, flicking her nipple with a white-painted, French-pressed nail.

  “I am,” she groaned, her breast jiggling.

  “Are you sure it doesn't feel amazing?” I asked again, twisting her nipple.

  She moaned and gasped, squirming on the desk. Her eyes rolled back in her head while I played with her nipple. She humped harder, moving as much as she could against my magical bonds. I whispered the words, releasing her.

  Her hand reached out and grabbed Jessamine's head. But Billie didn't push the girl away, the gender-swapped man held her in place, groaning and gasping, her head lolling back, such sweet moans escaping her lips.

  “Yes, yes, yes,” gasped Billie. “Oh, yes.”

  “What a slut,” Phoebe groaned, then pulled Jessamine's head away. Billie tried to clutch onto Jessamine, but Phoebe had a better grip. “No cumming until you sign the paperwork.”

  “What?” blinked Billie, coming out of her interrupted pleasure. “No, don't stop. I was so close.”

  “To cumming like the slut you are?” purred Phoebe.

  Both our cocks pressed forward, brushing Billie's cheeks. I smeared Meaghan's pussy juices on the slut's face as I moved to her lips. Instinctively, her mouth opened and sucked on my cock. I groaned, savoring the thrill of the former man pleasure my dick with her lush lips.

  “Mmm, yes, slut,” I panted.

  “Priscilla,” Phoebe admonished as she yanked Mrs. Woodward's head away. “Billie doesn't get any dick until she signs the papers.”

  “What paper?” panted Billie, her eyes unfocused.

  “The ones giving me control over your finances,” purred Phoebe, rubbing her cock onto Billie's lips. Every time she tried to suck on Phoebe's cock, the futa-cougar pulled her dick back. “Because I am your darling, loving wife and you want to make me happy. Then you get to play with our cocks.”

  “No, I can't sign that,” Billie panted as she leaned forward, trying to engulf her futa-wife's dick.

  Phoebe grabbed her wife's hair, hauling Billie to her feet. The new woman was bent over the table, her face pressed towards the stack of forms. From behind, Phoebe ran her hard cock up and down Billie's virgin slit.

  “Oh, god,” Billie groaned, shuddering and pushing her ass back. “That cock... oh, god.”

  “I know you want it, Billie,” purred Phoebe. “Be a good girl and sign it. Then you'll get all the hard cock your hot cunt desires.”

  “We'll fuck you so hard,” I purred, leaning down and pushing the pen into Billie's hand. I swept back her black hair from her face and licked at her cheek to her ear. “We'll fuck you so hard. Just look at Jessamine.”

  Billie glanced at the screen, watching Jessamine writhe between our two cocks. The new woman groaned again and shuddered. Such a wicked, delicious moan escaped her lips. She pressed back into Phoebe's cock.

  “You want that pleasure, don't you?”

  A slight nod, a soft moan.

  “Then sign the papers.” I rubbed her trembling hand, my dick throbbing.

  “Do it,” moaned Jessamine, rubbing her sloppy pussy. A moment later, Meaghan fell to her knees and buried her face into Jessamine's pussy, licking furiously. I smiled, staring at Meaghan's married cunt leaking my jizz. “Sign and be fucked.”

  “I'll take such good care of you,” Phoebe purred. “You won't have to worry about anything. You won't have to be stressed about your company and work all those long hours. You can enjoy life. Just surrender.”

  Billie's brown eyes widened. She licked her lips, her hips undulating.

  “Surrender and be mine,” groaned Phoebe, her breasts jiggling beneath her blouse.

  My heart sped up, my dick throbbed as Billie brought her pen down to the first line, marked by a small, florescent-pink arrow. Her hand shook. And then she scrawled her signature about it.

  “Yes, you're mine now,” moaned Phoebe, slamming her dick into the virgin cunt of the new Mrs. Woodward.

  Ecstasy crossed Billie's face as her pussy swallowed a cock for the first time. Her back arched. She let out the most wonderful moan. Her hips rocked and bucked back into her wife's hard thrusts, flesh slapping into flesh.

  I moved
behind Phoebe, smiling at the sight of her dick spearing into the depths of the former man's snatch. Frothy pink juices stained Phoebe's cock as she plowed over and over into the former man. I stared at the cougar's firm ass as she thrust, all the stretch marks and cellulite banished by Aphrodite.

  I had to fuck her.

  I hugged Phoebe from behind, my dick rubbing on the cheeks of her clenching ass. My hands went around her, playing with the buttons of her blouse. I worked them down as my dick slipped between her butt-cheeks. Every time she thrust she clenched on my shaft. It felt so wonderful nestled between her firm buns.

  “Mmm, are you satisfied with my work?” I purred as her blouse hung open and my hands reached in, finding her breasts contained in a bra.

  “So much,” panted Phoebe, her voice throaty. “Her pussy is so tight. Virgin cunt. Oh, yes. I love fucking my wife.”

  “Keep fucking me,” groaned Billie. “Oh, yes. Oh, fuck. That's amazing. You're thrusting so deep into me. Oh, yes.”

  “That's why I fucked her,” groaned Jessamine. “Her dick's amazing. It's the absolute best. Oh, yes. Oh, god, yes. Keep licking my cunt, slut. Mmm, you're so good at that.”

  I glanced at Meaghan devouring Jessamine's snatch. The married paralegal had her arms wrapped about Jessamine's dark thighs. Meaghan held on tight as she ate. She moaned and shook her hips, my cum staining her pantyhose.

  My dick throbbed between Phoebe's clenching butt-cheeks. My hips humped, thrusting forward, sliding my dick up and down through her wonderful butt-crack. I groaned, absolutely enjoying myself. It was so wonderful. So amazing.

  “Damn, she's so tight,” groaned Phoebe, her butt-cheeks clenching harder on my dick as she thrust faster. “Oh, Goddess, Priscilla, she's amazing.”

  “Cum in your wife,” I purred in her ear.

  “Yes, please cum in me,” panted Billie. “Oh, Goddess, that's so good. Oh, yes. Oh, fuck. Don't stop... oh, fuck!”

  “She's cumming,” groaned Phoebe. “Her pussy is spasming about my cock. Oh, my Goddess, I'm fucking you so hard, Billie.”