Latex Futa Nuns From Hell Chapter 9 Queen Takes Knight
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The cool recycled air slid across Jessica’s bare arms as she exited her office. It was an early summer day and the Texas heat was already blistering. It was much too warm to wear a full latex habit. She’d forgone the traditional top, veil and her usual latex arm-gloves for today. Instead, she wore a lovely black leather corset with a long latex skirt below. Her luxurious, dark curls hung all around her head, complimenting her mocha skin perfectly.
Almost a year ago, Jessica swore the Sisterhood would have central air. It was arranged in the spring and installed just in time as the days grew longer and hotter. The temperature, however, was never allowed to approach frigid. Women had suffered for ages in freezing work environments where the AC was cranked to accommodate men. At the Daughters of Lilith, women dressed as they pleased and men dressed as their Mistresses commanded. Most were confined to full leather or latex gimp suits, regardless of the weather. Jessica’s assistant was no exception.
“Hey Matthew” she spoke as she approached his desk from behind. She brought her curvy body to his sitting form and pressed herself against him. She loved teasing her assistant like this and the silky latex of her skirt felt heavenly smoothed against her cock. “What’s the rest of my day look like?”
“Mistress Superior” he said, turning and nodding before shifting back to his monitor. He’d tried not to stare at her bulge and failed miserably. “Ummm, you have lunch with Mistress Abigail in an hour. After that, you’re meeting with Mr. Heinlein at two.”
“Right ... Isn’t he the one that donated five thousand dollars?”
“Yes, and Mistress Vicky said he was prepared to give another fifteen thousand for fifteen minutes of your time.”
“A thousand dollars a minute. I suppose that’s fair compensation to meet with me. Even for a complete stranger. What do you think, slut?”
She ran her right hand through his thick brown hair. Jessica had permitted him to remove his hood earlier that morning. The young man’s head was the only part of him not encased in black rubber. She enjoyed making men squirm in fetish attire, but she wasn’t cruel. Especially to the ones that pleased her.
“Your time is invaluable, Mistress Superior, but it will be as you say.”
Matthew swallowed involuntarily. His heartbeat ticked up the longer she pressed herself on him. Jessica could sense his anxiety and lust. He was thirsty.
“When was the last time you were fed?”
“Last night, Mistress.”
“Thirsty again already, hmmm? Whatever will we do?”
Jessica reached down and ran a finger along the thick piece of leather around his neck. He was collared property of the Sisterhood, but no woman had claimed him as their own. His collar tag was marked only “DOL” for “Daughters of Lilith.” He was no Mistresses’ personal slave, yet. That meant any woman on campus could take him virtually any time they wished.
“What is it that you want more than anything, Matthew?”
She knew the answer, but loved making him say it.
“To be yours, Mistress Jessica...”
She gave his collar a firm tug, indicating that he should stand. Matthew followed her lead and she kicked his chair out of the way before applying firm pressure to his back. He bent over the desk like an obedient slave, only too eager to serve. Jessica’s fleshy weapon was hardening, causing her shiny latex skirt to tent considerably. She reached down and massaged his ass hungrily through the thick, black latex of his bodysuit.
“And what if I prefer you as public gimp property that any of my Sisters can fuck as they please?”
“Then I will remain this way until someone claims me, Mistress.”
SMACK
She scorched his right ass cheek with her bare hand. “Good boy...”
The sound of two zippers unfurling followed one after the other. First Matthew’s ass and then Jessica’s skirt. She nudged his legs apart and stroked her dark, brown club of flesh before bringing the tip to his waiting vanilla pucker. She entered Matthew unceremoniously and they both moaned. He in yielding accommodation and Jessica in pure pleasure.
She felt his gleaming, latex-clad form up and down, tracing his back and sides with her hands as she began fucking him slowly. Matthew was medium build and trim. The thick rubber clung to his body handsomely. His pleasing form, baby blue eyes and eagerness to please had been the main reasons she’d chosen him as her assistant. Fucking him just before lunch had become a daily ritual she looked forward to.
Jessica picked up the pace. Her full, bulging length of dark cock-meat buried itself in his welcoming bottom. Her fat scrotum slapped against his ass. She grabbed his arm and pulled it behind his back, adding a dash of pain to go with the pleasure of getting filled over and over by his well hung Goddess. Matthew moaned again. This time he was begging for more.
One of the Sisters walking through the hallway heard the two of them and stopped to peer into the reception area. She watched Jessica pounding Matthew against the desk for a few seconds before smiling and walking off. Jessica’s libido launched into second gear as she plowed him even harder.
She loved that the Sisterhood had built a place where this was common. Jessica regularly took unbound slaves all over campus, at will. It was useful not only to sate her hunger, but to remind her new Sisters that they had the right and should exercise it as much as they liked. It didn’t hurt that the longer she’d been a Succubus, the more she found exhibition to be a turn-on.
Jessica gazed down at her shiny, gimp slave secretary as she railed him into oblivion. She released his arm and grabbed the back of his collar instead. The insatiable Domina pulled on it sternly, tugging his head back as she spoke.
“Alright slut boy, let’s play a game!” she said between forceful fucks into his gripping man-cunt. “The game is called: How thirsty are you?!? I’m going to cum, either in your ass or your mouth. Which one is up to you, but if you want it in your mouth, there are conditions.”
“Yes, Mistress!” he replied in a weak, raspy voice. The leather collar was tight around his throat.
“If you wish to drink my essence, you will report to my office after lunch for thirty lashes with the whip! You will crawl on your hands and knees for the rest of the day. And you will report to the anal only cumfessional for two hours of service when your shift is over.”
Matthew grunted as she slammed into his hips with extra force. The dirty talk and full control she was exerting drove Jessica wild.
“Remember, this is not a command. It is your choice. Where do you want it?”
“In my mouth! Please, Mistress!”
“Are you sure?!?” she demanded. Sweat beaded on her face as she pounded him nonstop. She smiled wickedly as she waited for his response. This was another answer she already knew.
“ ... yes, Mistress! I’ll do anything! Please, feed me your cum!!!”
Jessica stopped her aggressive fucking and pulled out of his battered sphincter with a wet slurch. Strands of pre-cum stretched from her glans to his pucker as she released his collar and grabbed him by the hair instead.
“Of course you will, bitch! Now, get on your knees.”
Matthew slid to the floor as she yanked his hair and re-positioned herself in front of him. She waved her long, fat, dripping cock in front of his face before slapping it against his cheek a few times. Jessica brought the oozing tip to his mouth and shoved it home between eager lips. His moans quickly faded into a half-gag as she pressed herself deeper into the wet, warm cavern of his mouth.
“Get the musky taste of your ass off my cock, slut! SUCK IT GOOD!!!”
Her left hand joined her right, digging into Matthew’s brown locks. She established a firm grip on his head as she began sawing back and forth in his heavenly tunnel of sucking flesh. Her cock inched further down his throat with each smooth thrust as her twitching scrotum grew closer to his chin. Loud slurps and the occasional pocket of escaped air smacked from the young man’s lips as he fellated Mistress Superior with every bit of skill his tongue and cheeks could muster.
Minutes flew by as she she face-fucked him into a bleary eyed, drooling mess. Jessica’s low, guttural moans could be heard from far down the hall. It wouldn’t be long until they both had what they craved.
BZZZZT
“Yes?”
“Mistress Superior. Mr. Heinlein is here to see you.”
“Very good, Matthew. Send him in. Tell him there’s no need to knock.”
A few moments later her door opened and a large, bald man poked his head through the door. His eyes found Jessica and he smiled. The stranger walked in and closed the door behind him. He was at least six feet tall; bulky and broad shouldered. The man was dressed in black from his button down shirt to his suit jacket, slacks and dress shoes below. The only part of his ensemble that differed was the sharp red tie, flowing down the center of his shirt in stark contrast to the rest of his outfit.
The big man wore shades, but he removed them and placed them in his front pocket as he drew close to the desk. Jessica stood and extended her hand. He reached out and shook it earnestly. His grip was strong; his hand rough.
“Greetings, Mr. Heinlein.”
“A pleasure to meet you, Miss Christiano. Please, call me Adam.”
“Very well. Have a seat, Adam” she said, gesturing to the chair beside him.
The big man sat down and his frame filled the chair completely. Jessica was surprised it didn’t split in two as he settled into it. He looked to be well into middle age, but still very healthy and vibrant. He had a slashing scar over his left eye, evidenced by both lacerated skin and a small section of his eyebrow that would never grow back. He had a thick accent as well, but Jessica couldn’t quite place it.
“Can I offer you something to drink? Coffee? Tea?”
“A glass of water would be wonderful. This heat! And so early in the summer.”
Jessica nodded knowingly. “Is a bottled water ok?”
“I’d prefer a glass, if it’s possible.”
Interesting. She’d gotten close enough for her pheromones to take effect. She’d shaken his hand; skin on skin contact, and yet no change in his mood. No difference in his eyes. Mr. Heinlein, it seemed, was a man of uncommon will.
“Certainly” Jessica responded before pressing the intercom button. “Matthew, bring spring water in a glass for Mr. Heinlein.” She released the intercom button, then remembered something. She pressed it again. “Matthew, you may walk normally for this one task.”
Adam’s eyebrows raised and his lips spread into an amused grin.
Jessica smiled back. “First, let me thank you for your generous donations to our cause.”
“My pleasure” he replied with a nod.
“Second, let me ask. What exactly is your interest in our organization?”
Adam reached into the pocket of his coat and pulled out a business card. He set it on the table and nudged it toward Jessica. She picked it up and scanned it curiously.
‘Reverend Adam Heinlein - The Church of Satan - Austin, TX’ it read in white lettering over a black background. There was a large red pentagram to the right of his name and title.
Jessica snickered. “Seriously?”
“Deadly serious” he replied smugly, staring at Jessica with piercing hazel eyes.
“I’m sorry, I don’t mean to be rude. I do recall reading an article about your group many years ago. You’re a sect of hedonists and skeptics who enjoy poking fun at the religious. You don’t actually believe in Satan, correct?”
“Of course not” he responded as the door opened and Matthew walked in with his drink. The latex-clad secretary fetched a coaster and set the glass of water on the desk before offering a slight bow to Jessica and immediately exiting. “But we do like to dress up and have fun, which it seems your group enjoys as well.”
“Yes, I suppose we do have that much in common.”
Jessica’s eyes narrowed. Something wasn’t right. The longer she looked at Adam, the more ominous it felt to be in his presence. Pieces of the puzzle weren’t fitting. The scar. His hands. The accent. His well muscled form which his suit couldn’t quite hide from her notice.
This was not the body of a pleasure seeker. Of someone who read weird occult books and went to lavish parties. Adam looked like someone who’d traveled the world. Gotten in scraps. Weathered a thousand storms. He seemed, at his core, to be something entirely different than what he was presenting. That meant he was lying.
Jessica shifted in her chair. She crossed her legs and smoothly pressed the panic button under her desk. It was a precaution she’d never used before, but there was a first time for everything. Abigail and her security team would be there shortly.
“You’re not from around here, are you? An immigrant?”
“Many years ago, yes.”
“And you came to the US to ... join the Church of Satan?”
“Not quite” he said with chuckle. “It’s a long story. One that would take more than fifteen minutes.”
“Fair enough. So, what is it you think the Daughters of Lilith can do for you?”
“Our members have read about your group in The Chronicle. Many were intrigued. We thought it wise to have someone investigate before we began ... intermingling.”
“Intermingling?”
“Well, if I may be so bold. We’re a group with an abundance of male members who enjoy a certain lifestyle. Based on what I’ve read, you’re a group with an abundance of female members who enjoy a certain lifestyle. We both seem to hold animosity for the Catholic church. In many ways, we’re a natural fit, are we not?”
“Well, when you put it that way, you certainly make a compell-”
The office door burst open and Jessica’s leather-clad enforcer stormed into the room. She must have run her ass off to get there so fast.
“Mistress Superior?!?”
“Abigail!” Jessica feigned surprise. “As you can see, I’m in a meeting right now.”
Adam turned and glanced back at Abigail, clearly unamused.
“Please wait outside until we’re done” Jessica continued. “We won’t be long.”
Abigail got the hint, thankfully. She nodded and grabbed the door handle. “Yes, Mistress Superior. My apologies.”
She closed the door gently and Jessica returned her gaze to her mystery guest. “I’m very sorry about that. No idea what got into her.”
“That’s alright” Adam said, stone faced.
Jessica couldn’t gauge his disposition. Was he onto her? Did he realize she was suspicious of him? This man had a very good poker face and that only made her more nervous. Still, he’d been searched for weapons on the way in. Perhaps she was worrying for nothing.
“Would it be possible to get a tour of your facilities today? We’d be happy to make a third donation.”
Jessica leaned back in her chair. “Today is out of the question. We should be able to arrange one at some point in the near future. I’ll have to check our schedule and get back to you.”
“I see.”
“Sorry to disappoint you. We’ll be happy to send you home with some materials to share with your members. Is there anything else I can help you with today?”
“Yes, there is one thing” he answered as he reached for his drink.
Jessica put on a thin smile. “And what’s that?”
“Exorcizo te, creatura aquae, in nomine Dei Patris omnipotentis... ”
Adam held the glass of water before him. He began making the sign of the cross as he spoke. Jessica’s eyes went wide as twin moons.
“ ... et in nomine Jesu Christi. Amen.”
In the blink of an eye Adam thrust his glass forward and the water sloshed full force at Mistress Superior. She barely had time to put her arms up before she was splattered.
Jessica screamed like she’d never screamed in her life. Her shriek pierced the room as her flesh burned. Her forearms got scorched the worst, but searing pain forked through her shoulders, hands, chest and the patches of her face unlucky enough to get splashed. Her chair toppled over and she collapsed onto the floor, screaming and writhing in agony.
Francis was garbed in his usual attire, a thick, black latex gimp suit, leather hood and rubber boots. He matched his owner's pace, his arms locked behind him in a tight arm binder. He proceeded quickly, but carefully. Any misstep could result in a painful fall and he would eat the ground face-first. Mistress Superior had opted for a less conventional outfit today. Tired of the typical habit, but never weary of latex, Jessica wore a gleaming one-piece purple dress. It started with two thick...
Rain drizzled down in a steady deluge on a gray, miserable, midwinter day. The temperature had dipped into the fifties and no one could be seen on the puddle strewn grounds of St. Michael's. The campus had changed much in recent days with artwork, crosses, statues and other emblems of the Catholic faith being painted over, destroyed and otherwise stripped from their former places of prominence. It would be a few more days until all the relics were gone, but the landscape was changing...
Mistress Superior and Francis were at the kitchen table, passing a joint back and forth between moves on the chess board. The kink fueled former nun and clergyman had established a routine that Jessica loved. Upon waking up, she fucked him in both holes. Then Francis made them breakfast and they enjoyed a game. Once he lost, she “punished” him with another round of deep dicking which the eager butt slut was only too happy to endure. Jessica wore a latex bra and skirt that draped down to just...
A balcony where? Where was she? Jessica looked around. She took in the behemoth building jutting into the sky behind her. The white marble, detailed carvings and ornate pillars of age-old Roman architecture were unmistakable. This is a place she had only seen in pictures. St. Peter's Basilica. She turned back to the skyline and looked out at the picturesque scenery. The Tiber river flowed in the distance, but not with the clear blue one would expect. Milky white waves cascaded down its...
Rain drizzled down in a steady deluge on a gray, miserable, midwinter day. The temperature had dipped into the fifties and no one could be seen on the puddle strewn grounds of St. Michael’s. The campus had changed much in recent days with artwork, crosses, statues and other emblems of the Catholic faith being painted over, destroyed and otherwise stripped from their former places of prominence. It would be a few more days until all the relics were gone, but the landscape was changing...
She had desperately wanted to wear her “bathing habit” for this excursion. It was the only convent sanctioned outfit that allowed a nun to show some skin. Typically it was worn when doing “dirty work” outside or on the rare occasion when the nuns went on a field trip to the beach. But for now, the bathing habit wasn't an option. Lilith's gift would have displayed much too prominently in that garment, so Jessica had to suffer and sweat in a full habit for a little while longer. As she did,...
The recent rains had turned the farm grounds into a sticky, muddy mess. Normally that would create difficulty while working with horses and other animals, but there weren't many animals left on Stedman Farms. Very soon, there would be none at all. The metamorphosis of the estate was well underway and it was already serving a different purpose than raising animals and staple crops. Margaret heard heavy footsteps coming down the stairs. They approached her from behind, work boots clomping on...
'What the hell!?' She felt moisture on her breasts and her hands flew to them. Sure enough, her fingers were coated in milky discharge as she felt her areolas. Her nipples were lactating copiously. 'Ugh... why?!?' She wiped her fingers on the bedding. It was so dark in her room that Jessica couldn't decipher the long, black habit lying atop her office chair. She had discarded it immediately upon returning to her room, but kept on her red leather bondage brassiere. She had been too...
She pressed the button for the elevator and waited for it to arrive. Frenzied thoughts spiraled through her mind for the ump-teeth time. 'What the fuck am I going to do???' 'How do I ever tell Jeff about this?' 'I'm going to need a whole new wardrobe...' 'What about the next time I go to the doctor?!?' 'WHAT THE FUCK AM I GOING TO DO?!?!?' *DING* The doors opened. Allison shouldered her bag and stepped into the empty elevator. She pressed the button for her floor and leaned...
The pair were freshly showered after a long morning romp that had satisfied both their thirsts. Jessica had a white bathrobe wrapped around her curvy mocha body and a light blue towel adorned her drying hair. Francis sat in a plain, white t-shirt, a fresh pair of boxers and nothing else. The self-satisfied Succubus fed herself fruit medley piece by piece as she watched him mull over his next move. It had been several years since she enjoyed a game of chess and Francis had a wonderful...
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Jessica ran the cold water and splashed some on her face before gazing into the mirror. What stared back was an image she'd grown tired of. A woman quickly approaching mid-life as the first creases and wrinkles of age began forming on her lovely bronze skin. Flowing locks of beautiful brunette hair that were hidden under a veil day by day. Piercing reddish-brown eyes that brimmed with curiosity and intellect, but also betrayed an unfathomable sadness. Full, pouty lips that had not known the...
Allison grimaced as she turned the key on her mailbox and retrieved her stack of mail. She closed the small metal door and locked it back up. It was her second day with a cock between her legs and it wasn't getting any easier. She wore a red, pleated leather skirt along with a white top and leather jacket. It was one of the few articles of clothing she owned that would hide the obvious bulge. It was thirty six hours since discovering her big surprise. Time hadn't lessened the stressful...
It was a blazing hot summer day as Jessica trudged down the burning sidewalk, her thick wool habit making the journey much more arduous than it needed to be. That had been the story of her life since joining the Sisters of Guadalupe. It might as well have been the sisterhood's motto. "Harder than it has to be." But not for much longer. Their mission was no longer hers. Jessica was charting a new course and the first stop was a sex shop in downtown Austin. She had desperately wanted to...
She had desperately wanted to wear her “bathing habit” for this excursion. It was the only convent sanctioned outfit that allowed a nun to show some skin. Typically it was worn when doing “dirty work” outside or on the rare occasion when the nuns went on a field trip to the beach. But for now, the bathing habit wasn't an option. Lilith's gift would have displayed much too prominently in that garment, so Jessica had to suffer and sweat in a full habit for a little while longer. As she did,...
Jessica found herself on a balcony with a beautiful sunset fading into the distance. It cast an eerie orange and red light on all things. A gentle breeze tossed her dark hair about. Her nipples were erect, poking through the thick latex of her bodysuit and the elegant rubbery dress that provided a second layer of fetish attire. A balcony where? Where was she? Jessica looked around. She took in the behemoth building jutting into the sky behind her. The white marble, detailed carvings and...
It was 3:58 AM and rain pitter-pattered steadily on the windows of the convent. Jessica awoke to almost pure darkness. There was no moonlight to illuminate her spartan room this evening. It had stormed on and off all night, but Jessica had slept like the dead. Her dreams had overwhelmed her with wanton Femdom lust. 'What the hell!?' She felt moisture on her breasts and her hands flew to them. Sure enough, her fingers were coated in milky discharge as she felt her areolas....
'What the hell!?' She felt moisture on her breasts and her hands flew to them. Sure enough, her fingers were coated in milky discharge as she felt her areolas. Her nipples were lactating copiously. 'Ugh... why?!?' She wiped her fingers on the bedding. It was so dark in her room that Jessica couldn't decipher the long, black habit lying atop her office chair. She had discarded it immediately upon returning to her room, but kept on her red leather bondage brassiere. She had been too...
It was a lovely morning as the sun crested the horizon at Stedman Farms. Margaret Stedman looked out the main window of the kitchen as she sipped her morning coffee. It was late autumn, but it was still fairly warm out. This time of year it rarely dropped below 70 degrees Fahrenheit and even during the Texas winter, going below 60 was rare. The recent rains had turned the farm grounds into a sticky, muddy mess. Normally that would create difficulty while working with horses and other...
The recent rains had turned the farm grounds into a sticky, muddy mess. Normally that would create difficulty while working with horses and other animals, but there weren't many animals left on Stedman Farms. Very soon, there would be none at all. The metamorphosis of the estate was well underway and it was already serving a different purpose than raising animals and staple crops. Margaret heard heavy footsteps coming down the stairs. They approached her from behind, work boots clomping on...
It was a lovely morning as the sun crested the horizon at Stedman Farms. Margaret Stedman looked out the main window of the kitchen as she sipped her morning coffee. It was late autumn, but it was still fairly warm out. This time of year it rarely dropped below 70 degrees Fahrenheit and even during the Texas winter, going below 60 was rare. The recent rains had turned the farm grounds into a sticky, muddy mess. Normally that would create difficulty while working with horses and other...
She pressed the button for the elevator and waited for it to arrive. Frenzied thoughts spiraled through her mind for the ump-teeth time. 'What the fuck am I going to do???' 'How do I ever tell Jeff about this?' 'I'm going to need a whole new wardrobe...' 'What about the next time I go to the doctor?!?' 'WHAT THE FUCK AM I GOING TO DO?!?!?' *DING* The doors opened. Allison shouldered her bag and stepped into the empty elevator. She pressed the button for her floor and leaned against the...
It was 3:58 AM and rain pitter-pattered steadily on the windows of the convent. Jessica awoke to almost pure darkness. There was no moonlight to illuminate her spartan room this evening. It had stormed on and off all night, but Jessica had slept like the dead. Her dreams had overwhelmed her with wanton Femdom lust. ‘What the hell!?’ She felt moisture on her breasts and her hands flew to them. Sure enough, her fingers were coated in milky discharge as she felt her areolas. Her nipples were...
Allison grimaced as she turned the key on her mailbox and retrieved her stack of mail. She closed the small metal door and locked it back up. It was her second day with a cock between her legs and it wasn’t getting any easier. She wore a red, pleated leather skirt along with a white top and leather jacket. It was one of the few articles of clothing she owned that would hide the obvious bulge. It was thirty six hours since discovering her big surprise. Time hadn’t lessened the stressful impact...
It was a blazing hot summer day as Jessica trudged down the burning sidewalk, her thick wool habit making the journey much more arduous than it needed to be. That had been the story of her life since joining the Sisters of Guadalupe. It might as well have been the sisterhood’s motto. “Harder than it has to be.” But not for much longer. Their mission was no longer hers. Jessica was charting a new course and the first stop was a sex shop in downtown Austin. She had desperately wanted to wear...
Warm sunlight peeked out in bright bursts through the mostly cloudy sky. Jessica’s heels clacked across the courtyard pavement as she led Francis to the Tabernacle of Divine Women. It was the same church that had once been under his guidance and care, but it was his no longer. The Daughters of Lilith had claimed it and the building now stood as a monument to heresy and sexual debauchery. The chain leash Jessica led him by jingled in the light spring breeze. Francis was garbed in his usual...
Sunlight streamed through the open window of Francis' kitchen on a beautiful autumn day. The temperature was mild and a light breeze blew through the open window, carrying the scents of fresh fruit and warm oatmeal throughout the humble abode. Classic "big band" jazz music blared from a radio on the counter as Jessica and Francis sat at the kitchen table with a chess board in between them. The pair were freshly showered after a long morning romp that had satisfied both their thirsts....
The pair were freshly showered after a long morning romp that had satisfied both their thirsts. Jessica had a white bathrobe wrapped around her curvy mocha body and a light blue towel adorned her drying hair. Francis sat in a plain, white t-shirt, a fresh pair of boxers and nothing else. The self-satisfied Succubus fed herself fruit medley piece by piece as she watched him mull over his next move. It had been several years since she enjoyed a game of chess and Francis had a wonderful...
Jessica ran the cold water and splashed some on her face before gazing into the mirror. What stared back was an image she'd grown tired of. A woman quickly approaching mid-life as the first creases and wrinkles of age began forming on her lovely bronze skin. Flowing locks of beautiful brunette hair that were hidden under a veil day by day. Piercing reddish-brown eyes that brimmed with curiosity and intellect, but also betrayed an unfathomable sadness. Full, pouty lips that had not known the...
It was the hour of the wolf and Sister Jessica Felicita was troubled. She had been awake in bed for at least an hour reliving a particular event from the previous day and contemplating her life. Regret and anxiety had taken hold and no amount of prayer was getting her back to sleep. Frustrated, she tossed the thin blanket off her body and slid off the bed into the muggy Austin air of midsummer. The rays of a full moon beamed through her window, illuminating her ample curves through the gossamer...
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Chapter Three: Juliet's Futa Taboo Passion By mypenname3000 Copyright 2019 Xochitl Estevez's Week, Tuesday I was so confused. What was wrong with me? Why did that look in my futa-sister's eyes scare me? It was so intense. I felt like if I let her kiss me, if I let her make love to me before the rest of the cast and crew for the play, I would be lost. Lost in what? I shook my head. It was so much easier when I just hated my older futa-sister. When I fumed at her for ripping off my...
Chapter Two: Futa's First Sinful Delight By mypenname3000 Copyright 2018 April 17th, 2047 “Did you know there's a convent in the middle of the Nebraska cornfields?” I asked Adelia, the delicious and fun woman interviewing me on my forty-eight birthday. We were talking about my life as the world's first futa while across the world people were watching the broadcast streamed live over the internet. “Really?” Adelia asked, blinking those soft-brown eyes of her. She pursed those delicious...
Chapter Three: Futa's First MILF By mypenname3000 Copyright 2017 April 17th, 2047 “So, your boyfriend's mom walks in on you naked on her living room couch, your new futa-dick hard and thrusting before you. That sounds... interesting,” said Adelia Tash, the talk show host sitting beside me on the couch before her studio audience. The cameras rolled, the lights shining down on us, illuminating us for the entire world to watch as the interview was streamed across the internet. “Yeah,”...
Chapter Two: Futa's First Naughty Pep Talk By mypenname3000 Copyright 2018 April 17th, 2047 “September 15th, 2018 was a memorable game in NCAA college football history,” Adelia, the caramel-skinned talk show host, said. She sat beside me on the interview couch, the studio audience watching on with breathless anticipation. “It was the first time an act of futa-sex was broadcast on any national television signal, whether here in the United States, or across the world.” I smiled,...
Chapter One: Keily's Futa Gift By mypenname3000 Copyright 2017 November was my favorite month of the year. And even though it was cold standing out on the street waiting for the city bus to take us to Washington College, I didn't care. Two weeks ago, on November 3rd, I turned nineteen. Until December 6th, I was the same age as my older sister Deidre. A month of not being younger than her. Technically. And now I had another reason to love November. The days were so short. The sun...
Chapter One: Futa's First Naughty Pageant By mypenname3000 Copyright 2018 April 17th, 2047 “Welcome back to our celebration of President Becky Woodward's forty-eight birthday,” Adelia said as she sat beside me on the small couch. We were over an hour into our interview, streamed live across the internet to the world, and so much naughty fun had happened. I still buzzed from fucking my young wife, Sharron, up the ass with my futa-cock before we took the last commercial break. My pregnant...
Chapter Three: Futa's First Wild Party By mypenname3000 Copyright 2018 April 17th, 2047 “Now this sounds interesting,” Adelia Tash said. My interviewer leaned forward, her caramel face alight with curiosity. “What could have happened in your dorm room to so change your outlook on your futa-cock?” I shifted in my seat on the couch, glancing at the studio audience watching. I could feel the breathless anticipation buzzing through the air. I didn't fight the smile growing on my lips as I felt...
Chapter Four: Futa's First Sensual Contest By mypenname3000 Copyright 2018 April 17th, 2047 “For the next year or so, you had a good string of diplomatic success,” Adelia said as we neared the end of our interview on my life. As much fun as it was to talk about my life on my forty-eighth birthday, I was eager to finish this last segment. I needed a break. But I still had to be positive and sexy, to let the world see me answer her questions without showing my fatigue. I had to be in...
Chapter Two: Futa's First Naughty Wedding By mypenname3000 Copyright 2018 April 17th, 2047 “So, did it work?” Adelia asked me, leaning forward, the interviewers dark eyes so warm as they stared at me. “Did they keep you distracted?” I patted her caramel-hued thigh right above the hem of her dress, my futa-dick twitching as I remembered that wild night. “They tried. My cheer squad showed up and kept me busy for a few hours, and the president of the University of Washington demanded a nice...
Chapter Five: Futa's First Russian Passion By mypenname3000 Copyright 2018 April 17th, 2047 “It wasn't a move I was expecting,” I said as I stared at the cameras. I shook my head. I still couldn't quite believe it had happened. “President Demyan Ignatov caught me completely off-guard.” “Is it safe to say that was the most surprising moment in your presidency?” Adelia asked, the caramel-skinned woman leaning forward, such interest in her eyes. She licked her lips. “Definitely,” I...
Chapter Two: Futa's First Fertile Hot Wife By mypenname3000 Copyright 2018 April 17th, 2047 “So, you were initially shocked and shaken by learning that women you had sex with, despite them being on birth control, were becoming pregnant,” Adelia, the caramel-skinned talk show host, said. “You clearly accept and embrace the fact now, but how did you get to that point were you found it...?” “Hot?” I asked, an amused smile playing on my lips, my clit-dick aching so hard beneath my skirt...
Chapter Four: Schoolgirl's Futa Eruption By mypenname3000 Copyright 2020 Note: Thanks to Alex for beta reading this! Sasha Ford I couldn't believe what was happening at the new neighbor's house. Mildred, the mousy woman who'd moved in yesterday, had somehow dominated the Quick family. With my new stealth drone, I had watched an incestuous orgy in the family's living room with Mildred at the center. What I took to be a life-like dildo that was capable of ejaculating a simulated semen...
Chapter Three: Futa's First Passionate Ritual By mypenname3000 Copyright 2018 April 17th, 2047 “Surreal?” asked Amelia, her face growing serious, her eyes growing bold. I could see that skilled interviewer inside of her pouncing on my words. For most of our talk as we discussed my life as the world's first futa, she was laughing and giggling and horny to fuck me. Now she was focused. “In what way was it surreal?” “Because... I don't know any other word to describe discovering the...
Chapter One: Futa's First Naughty Practice By mypenname3000 Copyright 2018 April 17th, 2047 The moment the talk show went to commercial break, my young wife, Sharron, bustled out from backstage already hiking up her skirt. She still held my panties in her hand, having stolen them from me two breaks ago, leaving my futa-cock to tent my skirt. “Two minutes,” the producer said, a young man with his hair dyed and spiked. “I'll get her off in two minutes,” Sharron said, her...
Chapter One: Stacie Breaks the Rules By mypenname3000 Copyright 2019 Stacie Ward's Week, Monday Winter break was over and it was back to Rogers College for the start of the next semester. The fall one had been wild. The Program had come to my school. Every week, four new students—two females and two futas—were chosen to participate. They had to attend classes naked, their flesh on display for the student body's enjoyment. You could grope them. Stroke them. Get them to pose in pictures....
Chapter One: Futa's First Hot Surprise By mypenname3000 Copyright 2018 April 17th, 2047 “Let me just touch up your makeup, Madam President,” the young man said, his black hair spiked up along the top and buzzed short on the side, a thick, gold hoop dangling from his left ear. I sat still on the couch before the live studio audience, my heart thudding. The ache in my futa-dick, tenting the front of my tight skirt, eased as the man rubbed liquid foundation on my face, thicker than what I...
Chapter Three: Futa's First Naughty Live Interview By mypenname3000 Copyright 2018 April 17th, 2047 “So I have a question for you, Becky,” Adelia said, her hand stroking my thigh with such a familiar fashion, “and I am sure all our viewers and in-studio audience are wondering the same thing.” “Shoot,” I said, my clit-dick aching beneath my skirt. I felt the eyes of the world on me at this exact moment even though Adelia leaned her caramel-hued face closer to me, invoking an intimacy...
Chapter One: Futa's First Nubile Intern By mypenname3000 Copyright 2018 April 17th, 2047 “I love it when you just demand my cock,” I moaned to my pregnant, young wife. I was twice as old as her and so lucky to have found her. All those years aching for that relationship her parents had, the one I almost had before my transformation. I never thought I would find it with Kurt's daughter. “Mmm, I know,” Sharron said as she grabbed my futa-dick had hiked up her own skirt, revealing her...
Chapter One: Futa's First Naughty Reunion By mypenname3000 Copyright 2018 April 17th, 2047 I hugged and kissed my pregnant wife, Sharron, during the commercial break for Adelia's talk show. For the last two hours, I'd discussed my life as the world's first futa with Adelia and the watching world. We were finally hitting one of those pivotal moments. One of those points in my life where everything changed for me. Kurt's wedding. Once, I thought I would marry Kurt. We were high school...
Chapter Two: Futa's First Naughty Trick By mypenname3000 Copyright 2018 April 17th, 2047 “So perhaps before we talk about your interview with Amelia McCreery,” Adelia, the caramel-skinned talk show host, said, “we should give some background on why NBC fired her.” “Right, right,” I said, loving how her hand rested on my knee. I couldn't help but stare at her own thighs, just a hint of my pearly futa-cum squeezed out between them as my seed leaked out of her snatch. I still buzzed from...
Chapter Three: Futa's First Naughty Sorority Party By mypenname3000 Copyright 2018 April 17th, 2047 “How interesting,” Adelia, the caramel-skinned host of the talk show, said. She was interviewing me on my forty-eighth birthday, delving into my life story as the world's first futa. “And I think we all know why a sorority was calling you.” I grinned at her while a titter ran through the watching audience. They were dark shadows to me thanks to the stage lights shining down on us. But I...
Chapter Six: Futa's First Naughty Soulmate By mypenname3000 Copyright 2018 April 17th, 2047 “As we bring our retrospective look on the life of President Becky Woodward to a close,” Adelia said, staring into the central of three cameras filming us for the stream of her talk show, “I think we should end it on what, and I think Becky would agree, was the most pivotal moment in her life. We've all gotten glimpses of it these last few years, but let's hear it in her own words.” “Thanks,” I...
Chapter One: Futa's First Hot Game Show By mypenname3000 Copyright 2018 April 17th, 2047 I was still riding the emotional high of declaring to the world just how much I loved my young wife. Though our relationship was only four years and four months old, she had become my world. I had to wait until I was in my forties to meet my soulmate, but I did. The moment I laid eyes on Sharron, eighteen and quivering, she stole my heart. After talking about attending the wedding of Sharron's...