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by Stayrr

You Knew What.

208. WFF Futa's Naughty Jobs

The World's First Futa–Futa's Naughty Jobs Chapter One: Futa's First Hot Game Show

The World's First Futa

Futa's Naughty Jobs

Chapter One: Futa's First Hot Game Show

by mypenname3000

Story Codes: Female Masturbation, Hermaphrodite Masturbation, Female/Females, Hermaphrodite/Females, Hermaphrodite/Female, Public, Exhibitionism, Interracial, Facial, Sadism/Masochism

Description: Becky, the world's first futa, participates in the naughtiest game show of all time!

Description: When drama breaks out among the world's first futa's co-stars, Becky will have to charge!

Description: The world's first futa stars in a porno about her own life!

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 parents, my ex-boyfriend Kurt to his soulmate Rosemary, and spending the wedding night with the happy couple fucking the bride as many times as I could, I just had to share to the world the depths of my love for Sharron.

"And we're back in thirty seconds," the male producer said.

I nodded my head, the makeup guy—when dealing with me, it was best to use men since women could lose control and fuck me, especially if they've never been bred by me before—touched up my mascara and the foundation on my cheeks after the tears of joy I shed.

Sharron still fanned her face as she just stood off stage.

"Wow," Adelia said as she took her place on the couch. Like me, she needed her makeup fixed. The caramel-skinned, mixed-race talk show host gave me a big smile. "That had to keep viewership high, and I can just imagine the amount of rewatches that clip will generate."

"I'm sure there's already a dozen videos on YouTube remixed of it with sappy music playing. Like Sarah McLachlan or something."

"Ah, yes, oldies are always nice to put on songs."

I shook my head. I was a little young to know Sarah McLachlan at her height during the Nineties, but I forgot that I had a decade on Adelia. Then I shivered, remembering that Nirvana played on oldie rock networks on Spotify and Pandora these days.

Where had the years gone?

"Well," Adelia said, "you good to continue, Becky? That almost wiped me out."

"I am," I said, taking a deep breath. "I didn't think talking about that night would bring up such emotions and…"

My words trailed off as Adelia held up her hand. "Let's save that for when we're live. Which is in…?"

"Five seconds," the male producer answered. He stood between two of the cameras streaming this interview live to the world. Behind him lurked the shadowy studio audience. I could feel them still buzzing with the emotional high they shared in.

"Welcome back," Adelia said smoothly when the red lights blinked on atop the camera. "For those just joining in, I'm here with President Becky Woodward celebrating her forty-eighth birthday. We've been talking about her life as the world's first futa. You just missed out on an emotional display as she discussed attending the wedding of her ex-boyfriend, Kurt Albertson. The very man whose cum triggered her transformation."

"Hard to forget a guy that changes your life," I quipped, sitting up straight.

"I bet," Adelia said. "Now, you said that you realized how empty your life was after seeing him wit his new bride, Rosemary."

"I was twenty-three, been a futa for four-and-a-half years. I never had a girlfriend in all of that time. I was just having sex. Five or six different women a day. Sometimes more. It was pleasure, pure hedonism. I was breeding nubile virgins and married MILFs. It was incredible, but seeing Kurt and Rosemary's love reminded me of what I would have had if this never happened.

"Kurt and I would have been in that much love. Or so I always thought." I shrugged. "I don't know what would my life had been like if I hadn't changed, but I thought I'd have what Rosemary did. And now… I felt it's loss. I didn't have a purpose."

"So did you go out and try to find one?" Adelia asked.

"I started to, but it was just easier for me to get lost in the pleasure of new pussy. It was such a… distraction."

Adelia laughed, rich and full of honest joy. "Mmm, I bet it was."

"I didn't find a purpose until I was nominated for president. That really sharpened my life into focus." I shrugged. "But that didn't have for… what, another fifteen years. So I just spent the rest of my twenties and half my thirties just… existing. I did weird jobs, whatever amusements I could find to change things up before it got boring."

"Like starring in a porno about your own life?" Adelia asked.

"That was… novel." I leaned back. "I think the Japanese game show was one of the weirdest things I experienced during this time. It was… a couple years after the wedding, maybe three and…"

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January 7th, 2025

I had no idea what the announcer was saying as he spoke in such rapid Japanese. I barely knew any of the language. It wasn't that hard living in Tokyo when you only spoke English, and the TV studio was a big help, providing me with so many comforts so they could have me for their new game show: "Futanari Explosion!"

Yep, they used the English word there and it always made me giggle when the announcer said it in this super dramatic voice struggling with the word. The Japanese, I'd learned, had a hard time with L's and multiple consonants piled together.

The host, Osamu Kato, had such energy. The balding, short Japanese man, his skin a dark shade of olive, raced up and down the stage as he cheered on the dozen or so women who were running an obstacle course in order to win the grand prize of the game: getting fucked by me live on Japanese TV.

I kept hearing my name, pounced as "Bakukee," shouted by Mr. Osamu as he screamed into his microphone. The dozen women were racing forward through suspended punching bags painted garish shades of pinks and purples. They knocked the naked women around, making their luscious tits jiggle. All were native Japanese women in their twenties or thirties, fit and sexy. The first three to make it to the end would participate in the rest of the show.

My dick ached and throbbed as I watched the lead woman—an energetic Japanese gal with round, bouncing tits—burst out of the swinging punching bags and raced to a balance beam over what looked to a pit full of vanilla pudding.

The watching crowd whooped and cheered as the naked woman stepped out onto the thin beam, her arms thrust out before her. Her silky, black hair danced about her shoulders as her dainty feet stepped across it.

The end of the obstacle course loomed before her. She just had to navigate a steep slope with a moat of a black, tar-like liquid at the bottom. Maybe it was chocolate syrup. Or, here in the Japan, it could have been something else.

They had such weird snack foods.

A second woman burst out of the punching bags, young and youthful. She darted out onto the beam with such confidence. She made it two steps before she slipped. I winced as she fell, straddling the beam, my pussy clenching in sympathy as her small tits bounced. Then she rolled to the right and fell into the pudding.

The crowd cheered louder. Mr. Osamu shouted in his microphone while striking a strange pose. He wore a purple tracksuit of all things, a gold medallion dangling about his neck like he was some sort of rap star.

More women were bursting out of the punching bags. The bottleneck to get on the balance beam had them all tousling and scrambling together. A busty woman gasped as she was pushed off, her hair streaking around her face as she went splat into the pudding, her tits heaving.

These women were ravenous to have sex with me.

A tall and slender woman was the next across the balance beam while the first was leaping to the slope. She grasped a bump and began climbing up it to the top while the slender woman darted across the beam in record time. Other women were falling into the pudding, but another two managed to cross.

Mr. Osamu was almost hysterical, his face going ruddy as he screamed into the microphone. That first woman hauled herself to the top and smacked one of the three buttons. Then she bounced on her heels and thrust out her fingers in a V while the cameras recorded her perky body and heaving tits.

She was sexy. They all were.

My futa-dick ached and throbbed. I wondered if I would get to fuck her before the nation of Japan. I fisted my girl-cock as I waited, a camera trained on me. I winked at it, my blonde hair falling about my face, my round tits swaying. The second woman reached the top, smacking another button. Her small tits jiggled as she threw an arm into the air and cried out in Japanese:

"Yatta!"

I had no idea what it meant.

Two women, one short and busty and the other petite and girlish, jumped for the slope at the same time. The short woman's big tits heaved before her. She smacked into the side and grasped one of the round protrusions on the slope. The petite girl hit the slope. She gasped, scrambled for purchase, then tumbled. She let out a gasp before rolling down and landing in the thick, dark syrup. Her tiny tits quivered, the sauce spilling up them as she squirmed on her rump.

The busty girl made it to the top and hit the last button.

"Winners!" shouted Mr. Osamu in English.

And just like that, the lights died as the first commercial break went in. I groaned, my pussy leaking juices down my thighs. This was the premier episode of the game show, and it was wild. I couldn't believe the obstacle course these girls had to run through. They were all so eager for it, too. The winning girls were brought over to me. The all smiled at me, their eyes so smoky.

I learned their names then.

The first girl was Junko. She had an energetic bounce about her and a cute, round face. Her breasts swayed as she couldn't stop moving. She gave me a cute wave and fluttered her eyes at me before breaking into giggles.

The second girl, the tall and slender one, was more reserved but still obviously eager to be here. She kept fingering her nipples as she wiggled her hips. Her name was Hanako. "Which means Little Flower, Becky-san," she added to me. "I told have very sweet flower."

"I bet you do," I told her, my dick aching, barely parsing her broken English.

"Watashi wa Kimiko," the third girl said, her big tits jiggling. I knew enough Japanese now to understand she said: "I am Kimiko." She squirmed, rubbing her thighs together, her pussy shaved and glistening.

"Okay, we have quick interview with the girls, then the fun begins," Mr. Osamu said, giving me a big grin. "Okay, Becky?"

"Okay!" I said, giving him a thumbs up with my left hand; my right was occupied. "I'll just keep jerking my dick."

"Such big dick," Hanako muttered, her eyes staring at it with such hunger. Then she gasped as Osamu turned her around to face the cameras.

I had no idea what any of the contestants said as they answered questions. Japanese spilled so fast out of their mouths. It sounded so musical, so beautiful, and utterly alien to me. The girls were all eager. They all were squirming, especially Junko. They faced away from me during the interviews, letting me enjoy their three naked asses, Hanako's thick bush gleaming with drops of her pussy juices.

I fondled my round breast, my pink nipple aching. My hand wanted to pump my cock faster, but I had to wait. I couldn't cum. Yet. After seven years since I became a futanari, the world had changed so much. Even here in Japan, they were showing sex on a game show, complete with naked girls. In America, the 28th Amendment passed last year giving adults the freedom to have sex wherever they wanted, even on national TV.

No longer did the FCC have to look the other way when I was getting naughty on TV thanks to the Becky Amendment, as people were calling it.

What would the world be like in another decade or so when the first of my daughters became eighteen. Would they make women as horny as I did? Would they cause them to go into hyper-ovulation and heat, becoming so eager to be bred by me? In a hundred years, would the human race only be futanari?

Maybe.

"It's time for FUTANARI CUM EXPLOSION!" Mr. Osamu said, suddenly shouting in English.

The three contests spun around, Kimiko's big tits bouncing before her. They fell to the ground before me and began wrestling each other. Their naked bodies slipped and squirmed around each other as the three fought to be on top.

I shuddered at the sight of their bodies rubbing together. Hard nipples thrust from their breasts. They pressed their tits into each other. They moaned and groaned, thighs rubbing against juicy pussies. Hands grabbed rumps.

"CUM! CUM! CUM!" chanted the watching crowd.

I fisted my cock hard now. No holding back. I stood over the three wrestling, squirming women. They gasped and moaned, crying out in Japanese as they all struggled to be on top, to be exposed to my spurting jizz when I orgasmed.

It was so hot. One moment, Kimiko and her big tits was heaving on top of the pile, her eyes so eager, the next energetic Junko was onto, her round breasts bouncing before her, dusky-olive nipples so hard. Then Hanako squirmed to the top, her slender rump thrusting up at me, her dark bush gleaming wet between her thighs.

"Yes, yes, yes," I groaned. "Ooh, you little sluts want to be covered in my jizz."

"Becky-san!" Hanako moaned before she vanished back into the pile.

"CUM! CUM! CUM!"

The entire studio rumbled with the crowd's passion. It fed the ache building and building in the depths of my pussy. I kept myself on edge all through the obstacle course and the interviews, my ovaries begging to unleash a huge load of jizz.

"You three sluts just want to be coated in it."

"Yes, yes, slut!" groaned Kimiko. She popped out on top, her round face twisted in pleasure. "Spill seed on us, Becky!"

"Cover us!" gasped Hanako.

"Futanari no Seishi!" moaned Kimiko, her hands cupping her tits before Junko seized those big breasts and pulled her down to the floor again.

"Yes, yes, yes!" I gasped, my pussy clenching.

My hand flew up and down my dick. The pressure built and built at the spongy tip, aching to burst out of me. Every time my stroking hand reached the pinnacle and caressed my crown, pleasure shot down to my pussy and ovaries.

My face twisted. All of Japan watched right now. I bet women were fingering their cunts or jamming dildos into their pussies wishing they were one of three writhing before me about to be bathed in my jizz.

My hand shot up to the tip of my dick. My tits heaved. Pleasure exploded in the depths of my pussy. My orgasm rippled through my cunt. My pussy convulsed, flooding juices hot down my thighs while my dick…

My dick erupted.

Cum shot from my girl-cock. My white splattered for the three writhing women. Kimiko popped out between Junko and Hanako, cupping those big tits. My cum splattered across them. That first load spilled all over her heaving mounds.

Junko scrambled. She thrust her face up and over Kimiko's big boobs. I groaned, my second blast splattering across her cheek and nose before the other half painted a short line on Kimiko's heaving tit right across her nipple.

"Yes, yes, yes!" I howled, fisting my cock as my jizz pumped out of me.

Pleasure slammed into my mind. Dizzying waves of bliss surged over me. The crowd thundered their excitement while my cum splattered the three girls. Hanako managed get a stripe of pearly jizz across her side and hip and Kimiko got another big load to splash on her shaved pussy, my jizz rolling over her juicy labia.

My final spurt erupted. Kimiko darted her head forward, eyes closed, while Hanako did the same. Most landed on Kimiko, a curving line that went over her lips before spilling onto Hanako's forehead and into her black hair.

"Ooh, that was good," I panted.

"Futanari cum explosion!" roared Mr. Osamu.

"FUTANARI CUM EXPLOSION!" cheered the crowd while the three contestants gained their feet.

The winner was clear. Kimiko had easily twice my cum dripping off her body. I shuddered, my body buzzing with rapture while Kimiko bounced her jizz-splattered tits before the cameras and the cheering crowd, more of my spunk leaking down her thighs.

Round one was over.

Round two was… interesting. I didn't get to participate, which I thought was a shame. I just had to sit around and look sexy, my futa-cock thrusting up from my lap, my twenty-five-year-old body on display for every one to ogle. The three women knelt on their hands on knees on padded pillows while piston sex machines were moved in behind them.

If you don't know what a piston sex machine is, they might be the most expensive sex toy in the world. They provide motors for fucking dildos in and out of a woman's pussy. If you've ever seen a porno of a girl getting fucked by a pistoning dildo, it was similar to one of these devices. They maneuvered each one behind the contestant, sliding a thick, bumpy dildo into her pussy.

I wished it was my dick, but there was only one of me.

I sat before them, the prize they were all shooting for. The three women all stared at me with such hunger. Then the puzzles were dumped out before them. They weren't big puzzles, only seventy-five pieces, but you try putting one together while a dildo pumped in and out your pussy.

"PUSSY PUZZLE EXPLOSION!" shouted Mr. Osamu at the top of his lungs, his gold medallion bouncing on his chest as he leaped up into the air.

The machines hummed to life. The women gasped and moaned as the dildos fucked their cunts. Fast. They pistoned in and out of them with speeds no guy, or a blonde futanari, could match. In moments, pussy cream dribbled down their thighs.

The three women moaned in Japanese, their faces twisted in rapture. Kimiko's heavy tits swayed back and forth, my cum dribbling down her breasts to her fat nipples. Junko's had a nice bounce to them as she sorted through her puzzle, struggling to assemble her pieces. Hanako's firm titties hardly moved, but she had a flood of pussy juices flowing down her thighs.

She thrust her tongue through her plump lips and went to work on the puzzle.

"Ooh, yes, yes, put those puzzles together and you'll get to enjoy me," I moaned, thrusting my legs wide, my pussy on display for them, my blonde bush soaked by my juices. I fisted my dick, precum spilling out the tip. My toes curled as I whimpered in delight. Such pleasure built and built in me. "Yes, yes, you can do it."

The girls moaned and gasped, fumbling at the pieces. The machines fucked their pussies so fast and hard. It was such a wicked treat to enjoy. My toes curled as I pumped my hand up and down my dick. I didn't have to hold back.

And neither did the contestants.

"Iku!" Kimiko howled, her back arching as she exploded on the dildo fucking in and out of her pussy. Her orgasmic bliss burned across her face while her hand scattered her puzzle, breaking several pieces off.

Beside her, Junko shook her head, struggling against the pleasure. It spilled across her features. I leaned forward, fisting my dick so hard and fast. My pussy clenched as I smiled at her. She stared up at me.

"Becky!" Junko moaned. "Futa-chan!"

"Yes!" I groaned as she orgasm. My futa-dick pulsed. My hot cum fired up my body to splatter my tits.

"FUTANARI EXPLOSION!" screamed the crowd as I writhed in bliss, my dick erupting, coating my breasts in my own jizz for the nation of Japan to witness. My eyes fluttered as I groaned, the bliss flooding through my body.

I loved it. It was so incredible. I drank it as the rapture pumped through me. My hips kept fucking up into the air. I whimpered, grinding my teeth together as I savored such bliss pumping through my veins, electrifying my passions.

The chair creaked beneath me. I squirmed and groaned. My ass clenched and my toes spasmed. My head leaned back as the crowd cheered on my pleasures. My futa-dick spurted a final time, a powerful blast that splashed salt across my face.

"Futanari explosion!" I shouted.

"FUTANARI EXPLOSION!" the crowd answered.

I panted, my round breasts heaving as the pleasure coursed through my body. I whimpered and shook my head, my entire body buzzing from the delight that pumped through me. I drank in the applause, the whoops, the joy the audience took in witnessing my orgasm. I loved being in front of people.

This game show would be awesome. It was like hosting the Ms. Bred Beauty Pageant, but I only got to do that once a year. I would get this rush every week. Something to fill my heart. I smiled, my tits heaving, my cum running down them.

I sat up, blinking, staring at the contestants.

Junko had recovered from her orgasm while busty Kimiko still gasped and moaned, pussy juices flooding down her thighs. Was she cumming again? Her big breasts swayed as her hands clenched about puzzle pieces. Hanako, in the center, concentrated. Her flushed face stared down at the Pieces her fingers working. She had an impressive lead.

But could she keep it.

"Mmm," I purred, my right hand idly sweeping up the cum dribbling down my tits. I brought it to my lips, savoring the salty treat as I watched the tall and slender Hanako fumble with a puzzle piece.

The piston sex machine fucked her as hard as the other two. Her entire body trembled. Her eyes squeezed tight. Her jaw clenched. Her entire face contorted. I groaned, realizing she warred against an orgasm. Would she surrender to the piece. Junko was catching up. The energetic girl's hands flying as she scooped up puzzle pieces.

Hanako whimpered. Her hand fumbled to push in the next piece. She was just so close. She squeezed her eyes shut again, her face contorting. Junko let out a shout of delight, popping in another one of her pieces.

"Come on," I muttered and then scooped up an other gob of cum. I brought it to my mouth and popped it in.

Loved it.

"You can do it," I groaned. Something about Hanako's determination filled me with delight.

Her eyes snapped open. She grabbed her piece and jammed it in. Then she grabbed her final piece, twisted it, the piston sex machine fucking her pussy so hard and fast. My own cunt clenched in envy, wanting to experience that pistoning delight.

Then Hanako popped her piece in. "Yatta!"

She surrendered to her passion. Her face fell as she orgasmed so hard, triumph burning about her face. The crowd roared as for the winner of the second round. I groaned, loving the look of bliss rippling across Hanako's face.

She earned every moment of bliss coursing through her body. She deserved every bit of the rapture surging through her. I was so happy for her. I beamed at her and trembled in delight. Her head snapped up, her small tits jiggling.

"WINNER!" howled Mr. Osamu. He grabbed her arm and wrenched her up to her feet, pulling her pussy off the fucking machine. "WINNER! PUSSY PUZZLE EXPLOSION!"

I just shuddered while the other two girls stood on unsteady feet. And that brought us to the question round. The three girls were brought before small plinths, all made of clear plastic, topped with a red button. It was so skinny so as not to hide their bodies, Kimiko's big tits covered in my drying jizz. Behind them were the score boards. Hanako and Kimiko both had twenty points, a two question lead, over poor Junko.

She'd have to be quick.

I trembled in my chair. Whoever came out of this with the most points, would win. I sat on my throne, the prize for the three girls. They faced me, licking their lips, all so hungry for it. All so eager to rush at me.

Each wore a collar with a chain that lead back to a wall making sure none of the losers tried to rush at me and mount me. Only the winner got that joy. At least on camera. I had no doubts I would enjoy all three of them before the night was over.

And, of course, the winner won some money, but I doubt any of those three really cared about it. Not when they stared at me with such hunger in their eyes. They licked their lips, eyes glassy, pale-olive faces flushed.

Kimiko fondled those big, lush tits. Junko fingered her pussy, her digits buried into her thick, black bush.

I didn't understand the first question. I wish I spoke some Japanese.

Junko smacked her buzzer, her round breasts heaving, her left hand still fingering her twat. She answered in Japanese and bells went off. Mr. Osamu pulled out the clothespin from his pocket. Punishments weren't uncommon in Japanese game shows.

My nipple throbbed as he clamped it onto Junko's nipple. She gasped and shuddered, her face scrunching up with pain. Then her eyes landed on me. She stared at me with such intensity, enduring the pain for a chance to fuck me.

Behind her, 10 points appeared on the board. I blinked. She got the question right?

Mr. Osamu barked out his next question. Kimiko smacked in, said something in Japanese. A loud, honking sound played and red lights flashed. She got it wrong. Then Junko smacked her board and shouted something.

Bells rang. She winced, threw back her shoulders, and thrust her round tits at Mr. Osamu to accept her "point." My futa-cock twitched as he clamped her other nipple with the clothespin. She shuddered, dancing in place, her left hand still fingering her pussy while she let out a moan of pain.

Or of rapture.

Then I understood why a contestant would want to win those earlier rounds and earn bonus points. It meant less clothespins clamped on their tits. I shuddered as I watched the questions fly out of Mr. Osamu's mouth, the girls smacking in, their breasts jiggling. They'd answer questions then tense, waiting for the pain. Soon, all three had both nipples clamped and Junko had two more clothespins biting into her tits, pinching her flesh.

She endured it for me.

I shuddered, feeling so flattered that these three Japanese women allowed their tits to be clamped just to fuck me. They all moaned. They all gasped. Soon, all three were masturbating. Their faces were flushed. Juices flowed down their thighs as they stammered through their answers. They were all moaning, shuddering.

"Becky-san!" whimpered Junko. She had seven clothespins dangling off her tits plus the two on her nipples. "Becky-san!" Her face contorted in rapture as she came, finding ecstasy amid the pain coursing through her tits.

It was so beautiful.

Hanako smacked her buzzer, taking advantage of Junko's distraction, and receiving her fifth clothespin on her small tits. She didn't have much tits, so her skin looked stretched taut by the clothespins. She leaned over, moaning, her fingers plunging in and out of her thigh.

The crowd drank it in.

Hanako smacked the buzzer on the next question and took the lead. Her body swayed, her nipples bouncing as the clothespins pulled on them. She stared at me with such hungry eyes as Mr. Osamu barked out the next question.

Her and Junko both smacked their hands down. Kimiko, who only had two clothespins on her big tits, didn't even try. I gasped as Hanako's light came on. She landed just slightly ahead of Junko. She cried out her answer. "Fujisan!"

"Kurekuto!" howled Mr. Osamu. He said then when they got them right. He pulled out one last clothespin and clipped it onto her right breast. She groaned, her body contorting. Then he stepped back and shouted. "WINNER! FUTANARI EXPLOSION!"

"FUTANARI EXPLOSION!" shouted the crowd.

With a buzz, Hanako's collar snapped open. Released, the winner charged at me. Her tall, lithe body dashed past Mr. Osamu. Her small breasts jiggled. The clothespins pinching her tits and nipples bouncing up and down. She had such joy in her eyes.

"Becky-san!" she moaned, falling to her knees. "I win you! I win futanari explosion!"

Such joy burned in her slanted eyes.

"Yes, you did," I groaned as she gasped my futa-dick, fisting it before all of Japan. The cameras moved in, recording her ducking her head down and burying her face into my blonde bush.

I groaned as her hungry tongue lapped at my pussy with such energy. She fluttered it up my folds. I groaned, my toes curling. My round, cum-stained tits heaved from the shock of pleasure rippling through me. My dick throbbed in her stroking hand. She fisted up and down my dick while staring up at me past my shaft.

"I win!" she moaned again then licked at my labia.

"You are a winner, Hanako!" I gasped, her tongue fluttering along my folds. "Just enjoy. Eat my pussy."

"Pussy!" she gasped. Then she sucked on my labia for a moment. "So good. Yum."

I loved her enthusiasm. She endured the clothespins, completed the obstacle course, fought off the piston sex machine pleasure all so she could love me. A dizzy thrill ran through me. My futa-dick throbbed in her hand. I loved this.

Her tongue bathed my pussy. She licked up my juices as they flowed out of me. She feasted on my cream while the crowd celebrated her victory. I squirmed on my throne, loving this. Loving this country.

"I love Japan!" I moaned, my futa-dick throbbing in her stroking hand. Every time she pumped up the pinnacle and massaged my spongy crown, my pussy clenched on her probing tongue.

She swirled it through my depths. She plundered in and out of my cunt, teasing me, driving me so wild. My eyes fluttered. My heart pounded. I squirmed and shuddered. My eyes rolled back in my head. It was such a delicious delight. I savored this. My thighs squeezed about her face.

Her hand stroked faster and faster. She worshiped me with that naughty tongue. She was so skilled about it. I whimpered as my orgasm built and built in me. My ovaries grew tighter and tighter. My toes curled and—

"Futa-chan," Mr. Osamu said, leaning in at me as I shuddered. "How is Hanako-chan doing? Is she making your pussy feel very well?"

"Oh, yes," I panted as he held out his microphone before me. "Such a good pussy licker. She's going to make me cum so hard."

Then he leaned down, lowering the microphone. He spoke to her in Japanese. She lifted her face, her lips and cheeks shiny with my juices. She had such a beaming smile on her face as she answered him in their musical, beautiful tongue.

Then she leaned up and sucked on the tip of my girl-dick.

My eyes bulged at the sudden warmth engulfing my dick. Her amazing tongue that just so pleased my pussy now danced around the spongy crown of my dick. I groaned and shuddered. My pussy clenched, my toes curling.

"And how is her cock-sucking?" asked Mr. Osamu.

"Oh, she's good," I moaned. Then I gasped as Hanako jammed a pair of fingers into my pussy. "Very good. She's going to make me cum."

"Just flood her mouth will all your… jism. Your futa-jism?"

"Yes, yes, all of it!" I moaned, my pussy clenching down on those delightful digits pumping away inside of me.

My body shuddered. The pleasure surged down my cock and swirled through my snatch. It was such a wicked delight. My eyes fluttered while the bliss rippled through me. She sucked so hard on my girl-dick while plundering my cunt. My ovaries drank in the stimulation.

It wouldn't be long before I exploded. My head tossed, one of the cameras moving in, getting a close-up of my flushed face. I stared right into it, looking out at the nation of Japan as Hanako thrust a third finger into my cunt while her mouth slid up and down my dick.

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" I screamed out. "I'm going to… Cum!"

My futa-jizz fired into Hanako's mouth. My pussy convulsed about her thrusting fingers. She plunged them in deep, burying them into the hilt in me. My body shivered. Stars burst across my vision while I shuddered and writhed in rapture. My legs shook while ecstasy fired into my mind.

Hanako moaned about my erupting girl-cock. She swallowed down my seed. Her eyes squeezed shut. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked hard, drawing out more and more cum from the reservoir of my ovaries.

"Oh, that was good," I groaned.

"FUTANARI EXPLOSION!" howled Mr. Osamu.

"FUTANARI EXPLOSION!" roared the crowd.

Hanako's mouth popped off my dick, cum and her drool leaking down her chin. "Futanari explosion!" she gasped as she rose. "Yummy futanari explosion!"

"Uh-huh," I groaned as her small tits came in to sight, still covered in the clothespin, both her nipples pinched tight.

She grasped my shaft. She stroked me as she straddled my waist. I groaned as she brought my cock to her juicy pussy. Then she impaled herself down my shaft. Her juicy pussy swallowed my clit-dick, my crown still hypersensitive from my orgasm.

I whimpered as she sank down it. Her head arched back, thrusting those small, clothespin-pinched tits at me. Her hands grasped my blonde hair as she worked her hips, sliding and swirling her pussy around my futa-cock.

"Damn!" I groaned. "Oh, Hanako, you're so hot."

"Futa-cock!" she moaned. "Big futa-cock!" Then she cried out in Japanese.

Mr. Osamu laughed.

Pleasure coursed through my body. A dizzy delight rippled through me as I stared at those small, jiggling breasts bouncing before me. The clothespins flicked up and down. They looked so painful. I grabbed one pinching at the bottom of her right tip and squeezed the ends, freeing her.

Her pussy clamped down at me. She gasped, her tits quivering. The pale imprint in her flesh flushed dark as the blood rushed back in. She whimpered, her cunt feeling incredible about my dick. She quivered atop me.

"Futa-chan!" she panted, pumping her tight cunt up and down my girl-dick. "More! More! Feel good!"

I seized another clothespin from her other breast. I yanked it off. She squealed, her pussy clamping down hard about my girl-dick. The grip of her silky cunt made me tremble. Pleasure spilled down my shaft while the ache built and built at the tip.

I wanted to erupt into her silky heaven so badly. I wanted to pump her full of all my jizz. I seized another clothespin and ripped it off her tit. Then a fourth. She gasped and squealed, her nipples bouncing, still pinched.

"You get so hot when I take these off," I groaned. "Your pussy feels amazing. Makes me want to cum in you."

"Yes, yes, cum! Breed! Give me baby! Futa-baby!" Her face contorted in ecstasy. She slammed her cunt down my cock, engulfing every inch of me in her juicy pussy.

Was there anything better than a hot pussy fucking up and down my cock? Tight, hot, silky, wet pussy. I loved it.

I could feel her building towards her orgasm. She craved it. She wanted my seed pumping into her, craved that explosive release. It would shudder through her. She would ride that wave right to her ecstatic bliss, gasping and moaning, crying out for all the world to hear as she milked my cock, eager for my futa-cum to breed her.

My ovaries clenched. They were eager to unleash more of my cum. In nine months, Japan would be awash in my futa-daughters. They loved futanari here. They had an entire genre about women growing dicks before I ever appeared.

Now they wrote them about me. I saw so many comics, and even an Anime on their TV, starring me. It was all so incredible. It made me ache and throb. My hips thrust up from the throne, meeting her pussy slamming down my shaft.

Our flesh slapped together. Her small tits jiggled with their firm perkiness. Her nipples bounced, waving those clothespins. They begged to be pulled off. To give this heavenly creature some sort of relief.

I grasped the one on her right nipple. I tugged on it. She gasped, her pussy clenching down so hard on my futa-cock. I groaned at the tight grip. It was incredible. My head tossed back and forth, my pussy clenching and toes curling.

She engulfed every inch of my futa-cock as I pulled off the clothespin.

Her right nipple sprang into its normal thick, thrusting shape. She squealed in rapture. Her head tossed back and forth, black hair dancing in silky strands about her face. Her pussy clenched down so hard on my girl-dick.

Her juices flowed, soaking my crotch.

"Futa-chan!" she moaned, her eyes fluttering. "Yes, yes, yes. So good! Cum in me! Breed me!"

"Oh, I will," I told her, giving her a big grin.

I ripped off her other clothespin. She gasped, freed of all the pain. I leaned down, engulfing her sore nub, soothing it with my wet mouth. My tongue swabbed around it. Her hands dug into my blonde hair as she slammed down my girl-shaft.

And came.

Her pussy convulsed about my dick. Her flesh writhed about me. I groaned and shuddered, sucking so hard on her nipples. It was such a wicked thrill. Her flesh spasmed about me, milking me, driving me wild with such rapture. I groaned, my eyes squeezing shut.

"Breed me!" she gasped. "Give me futa-jism. Yes, yes. Thick cream! In my pussy! Baby! Give me you baby, Becky!"

I squeezed my eyes shut. Her pussy writhed about my cock, sucking at it. She rose up it, her rippling flesh caressing me the entire way. My sensitive tip drank it in, feeding the pressure mounting right there.

She slammed down my girl-dick again.

I groaned about her nipple.

My futa-cock unloaded into her pussy. My jizz fired. Blast after blast of my futa-seed spurted out of me and into her pussy. She squirmed on me, quivering and moaning. She held me to her tit as I sucked on it, flooding the tall, Japanese winner with all my cum.

"FUTANARI EXPLOSION!" roared the crowd as I bred Hanako before their eyes.

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April 17th, 2047

"The Japanese definitely make things interesting," Adelia said. She leaned forward. "I hear they really embraced futas. Your daughters are all celebrities over there."

I nodded my head. "Oh, they loved me." I grinned at her. "I learned after being there a few weeks that the Japanese Diet had revoked their censorship laws before I arrived. They didn't used to allow depictions of cocks and pussies over there. Not in any of their porn, what they call hentai."

"Really?" Adelia frowned. "But I thought Japan used to be infamous for its openness about sex and porn. Wasn't that how it was before you came along?"

"They were, but after their surrender to America during World War II, General MacArthur put in this decency clause into their constitution. So the Japanese blur out genitals in their porn, or use little black lines in their comic drawings, often just covering the frenulum and slit of penis, and the labial lips and clitoris of a woman. It's weird. But, because of me, they got rid of it, letting Futanari Explosion exist."

"Wow," Adelia said. "And you were quite the celebrity over there."

"Oh, yes, I bred so many of their idol stars, what they call the girls in their pop band. Well, at least the ones who were over eighteen. You see, they have these all girl bands over there, like boy bands here in the states. They can get quite big, some boasting twenty or more members. I did a concert with Kawaii Five and bred all of them right there on stage while their fans cheered them on."

"Sounds like you had quite a fun time in Japan."

"I did…" I sighed. "I mean, I enjoyed being on the game show for a few years and Japan in general, but, well, I got bored. It was all just sex. Great sex, but it was time for me to move on to other delights."

"Is that why you joined that reality show?"

"Living with the Futa," I said, shaking my head. "Isn't that just such an unoriginal title? Like something a writer slapped-dashed together in a pitch meeting and it stuck. But it came at the right time. I was bored with all the sex on the game show. It sounded fun. Living with the same girls for a month like it was the bachelorette. I even thought I might find love."

"Well, we know you didn't find love."

I shook my head, my face falling. "Only drama."

To be continued…

The World's First Futa–Futa's Naughty Jobs Chapter Two: Futa's First Naughty Reality Show

The World's First Futa

Futa's Naughty Jobs

Chapter Two: Futa's First Naughty Reality Show

by mypenname3000

Story Codes: Hermaphrodite/Female, Bondage, Spanking, Interracial, Domination/submission, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Rimming, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism, Creampie

Description: When drama breaks out among the world's first futa's co-stars, Becky will have to charge!

April 17th, 2047

"You don't make it sound like your time on Living with the Futa was all that much fun," Adelia said as she interviewed me. It was a long one. We had been going for a few hours as I relived the roller-coaster fun of my life as the world's first futa.

"I thought it would be," I said. "I really did. Me living in a house with four girls, getting to know them, making love to the same women over and over instead of just fucking four or five strangers a day, promised something new. It was a break from all the meaningless, if amazing, sex. I was feeling restless. I was, what, twenty-nine. I hoped I would find true love on the show. I really, really did. I wanted it to work, but the producer…"

"Oh, was there drama behind the scenes as well as on the screen?" asked Adelia, her interviewer senses sniffing an exciting story.

"You have no idea," I said, leaning back. "That's what they wanted. Drama. Ratings. I swear they cast girls who would butt heads with each other and drive me nuts."

"So not the best people?" asked Adelia.

"They were all 'personalities,' to put it… politically. All except Rosalía, and she was a wilting flower put on the show to be bullied, or that's my theory." I sighed. "It was going great for the first couple of days and then it all blew up…"

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August 20th, 2028

Before becoming a futanari, when I had more time to watch TV, I was a big fan of reality shows. Whether it was American Idol, the Bachelorette, or even Top Chef, I watched them all. They always did these interview segments, what I had learned in the last few days was called a talking head segment. I just don't recall the interviewer, in this case the producer Shanelle, impaling her pussy on the interviewee's (that would be me) cock.

I had changed the world.

I groaned as her pussy engulfed my dick as I sat in the chair, a pair of cameras shooting us, one over my shoulder, the other over hers. Shanelle, a willowy redhead with a gold nose ring glinting beneath the camera lights, let out such a moan of delight as she settled onto my lap, her cunt sliding down my futa-cock. I groaned, twisting in my chair, pleasure flooding through me.

"There," she said, her naked body shifting, her round breasts nudging into my tits. We had about the same size bust, our tits both perky and firm. Her dusky nipples kissed mine, sending another tingle of delight racing to my juicy pussy. "How has it been going, Becky?"

"Getting to know the girls," I said.

"Mmm, yes, yes, we've seen," Shanelle said. "Got some great footage of you and them. Especially what you did with Essence last night."

"Essence…" I sighed, and not in a good way. Despite the amazing hummer she gave me followed be me sodomizing her while she bent over the railing of the back porch for all of the Hollywood Hills to witness, I wasn't a fan of her.

"Interesting," Shanelle said, a naughty glint in her blue eyes. "What is your impression of Essence, besides that girl can deep-throat your clit-dick with gusto."

"Well…" I bit my lip. I had to be honest. "She's a prima donna. She thinks she's hot shit, you know. Just the best thing in the world. She parades around the house like once that I've seen her cute ass, I didn't need to enjoy another woman's ever again.

"And, trust me, Essence ass isn't that hot."

"You would know," Shanelle said, shifting around on me and letting out a coo of delight as her pussy clenched down on my dick. "Mmm, and what do you think of the other girls? How are you getting along with them?"

"Vikki just keeps telling me about his 'amazing' business opportunity," I said, shaking my head. Even with my dick buried in hot, tight pussy I couldn't keep my irritation out of my voice. My hands squeezed Shanelle's ass, shifting her on my dick. "I think she'd rather have me co-sign a loan with her then feel my dick fuck her pussy now that I've bred her."

"Ooh, the deliveries will make such an amazing nine month reunion," sighed Shanelle. "Big ratings boast. Get a lot of streaming views."

"What about cable ratings?" I asked.

She shrugged. "It's almost dead. It's all about streaming over the internet. Mmm, and you're content… People can't get enough of you, Becky." She squeezed her cunt around my dick. "What about Mollie?"

"She seems sweet," I said, "but she's always trying to badmouth the other girls. You know, belittling them. It's annoying. I hate that sort of thing. I can only imagine what she's saying behind my back to the cameras."

"Well, when the episodes air, you'll just have to watch and find out," Shanelle said, wiggling on me, rubbing her nipples against mine. "Ooh, you have such an amazing cock, Becky. I just want to fuck you so hard but… What about Rosalía?"

I smiled. "Now she's sweet. She's quiet and cute and… I like her."

My fingers dug into Shanelle's ass. I hadn't spent so much time with the same girl since… college. Since I stopped hanging out with Kurt, Dona, Chris, and Tiffany. I used to fuck Dona and Tiffany all the time. Even Mrs. Albertson and her step-daughter, plus the president of my college.

Since college, I didn't have that. While I was in Japan doing Futanari Explosion, I didn't make any real friends. I just had a stream of sexy schoolgirls, hot pop stars, and naughty adult idols streaming into my bedroom when I wasn't fucking on stage for the game show.

"I like her a lot," I said, nodding my head. "I wish she was a little more assertive. She's a bit passive, but… She passes the time."

"Wonderful," Shanelle said, lifting her pussy up and down my cock. "Mmm, I'm glad you're swishing with her."

Swishing? Was that some new slang?

"Yes, yes, just so glad you're here," Shanelle continued, her breasts rubbing on mine, our nipples kissing, as she rode my cock.

"Me, too," I groaned, squeezing and kneading her rump as she worked that fine ass up and down my girl-cock. Her cunt gripped it with such hot passion. It felt incredible. I didn't want this bliss to stop. I wanted her to keep fucking up and down my shaft until I erupted.

And from the way she grinned, she wanted the same thing.

The sexy producer worked that tight, hot pussy up and down my dick. I whimpered, loving the cameras filming this. It was so hot. I never got tired of getting naughty on television or the internet. My girl-cock throbbed and twitched in her pussy as she worked that hot cunt up and down my dick.

My digits massaged her ass, kneading into her rump. My fingers clenched and relaxed as her cute butt flexed beneath them. She slammed down my cunt again and again, only to slide back up so she could impale herself again. Her pussy squeezed so tight as she rose, making me whimper.

"Work that bred pussy on my futa-cock!" I moaned, my head tossing back and forth, my blonde curls spilling about my shoulders.

"Ooh, yes, yes, yes!" she hissed. "I'm going to enjoy this. I'm going to cum so hard on your girl-dick!"

"Then you're going to be famous!" I whimpered, my fingers sliding into her butt-crack. I loved caressing up and down a woman's warm divide and finding their naughty backdoor.

Her eyes widened when my fingers played with her back there. She let out a whimpering groan of delight, her pussy clenching about my cock as she rose up it. My dick throbbed inside of her as my digit danced along her asshole.

I arched an eyebrow at her.

"Yes!" she hissed.

I thrust a finger into her asshole, the camera behind her pivoting down to capture the naughty action. Her bowels clenched about my probing finger. I pumped my digit in and out of her, loving the velvety heat engulfing it.

I shoved a second digit into her. I could feel my clit-dick through her flesh. I pressed into my shaft, massaging it as she bounced on my shaft. Her tits heaved as she leaned back on me, hands hooked behind my neck.

"Becky!" she squealed. "Oh, yes, yes, yes, Becky!"

I groaned and throbbed. My dick twitched inside of her pussy. She engulfed me in her passion. I whimpered. A wave of bliss rippled through me. My dick spurted. My cum fired into her. Hot jizz splashed over and over into the depths of her snatch.

Her pussy clenched then spasmed around my dick as she joined me in climatic ecstasy. It was such a wonderful thing to experience. My eyes squeezed shut as the rapture crashed through my body. My head tossed from side to side. Such bliss burned through my body.

I drowned in it.

"Yes!" I groaned as her pussy milked my jizz from my snatch. "Mmm, I really, really love these talking head segments."

"They're the best," Shanelle panted, her body twitching on me. "You're really changing the world, you know that, Becky? Just making it so different." She groaned. "What will happen when your horde of futa-daughters hit eighteen?"

"No idea," I said. "Maybe they'll flood the world with more futas, or maybe they'll be more like guys."

"Mmm, it's going to be interesting. Just eight or so more years until your firstborns are adults."

I blinked. Where did the time go?

"Well," Shanelle said, lifting her pussy off my girl-dick, "I have to hit the editing bay. This was good stuff. You enjoy your afternoon. Don't forget, we're all attending the premier of the new X-Men movie tonight. It's kicking off a new franchise."

"Didn't they just reboot that two years ago?" I asked.

"Three," she said, shrugging. "But I'll be great. You're going to breed the girl playing Jubilee and the girl playing Storm. So that'll be a great segment of the show."

I sighed. "I thought I was just spending time with the four girls here."

"They'll be there, too," she said. "This is a great bit of cross-promotion. Got to keep the corporate masters happy since the Mouse owns us and Marvel."

I blinked. "Oh, I didn't realize that. What don't they own?"

"Paramount, so no Star Trek," she said and shrugged, my cum dripping down her thighs as one of the male crew (Shanelle was the only female member on the crew for obvious reasons) handed her a towel. She mopped up the jizz.

I drifted out of the interview room and through the house. It was quiet, no argument between Essence or Mollie. Or between Essence and Vicky. Or even between Vicky and Mollie. At least Rosalía stayed out of that.

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August 21st, 2028

I sighed when I saw someone had eaten my salad. I just wanted to savor it after the long night. Yes, it was fun breeding two movie stars as part of the promo for the newest superhero film, even if I meant I had to sit through said superhero film. The paparazzi were out in force. I had to pose so many times in my sparkly dress, talking about who made it and blah, blah, blah.

I'd much rather just sit on the couch and eat a salad. I always needed to recharge after those sort of media circus events.

I closed the refrigerator door, my stomach growling. "Essence." I became so aware of the cameraman behind me after I made that sigh. I glanced at them. "It was her, wasn't it?"

The sound guy, following along behind with earphones on, just shrugged.

"Why did I fuck her this morning?" I groaned. "Because I was horny. I'm always horny in the morning."

The sound guy and the camera guy both grinned at me.

I gave them a naughty smile and groaned, "Pervs."

"Becky, could you join me in the living room," Shanelle called. "Got something to show you. Want to know your opinion."

I sighed. That meant Shanelle was trying to create some sort of drama. But if it showed Essence eating my marked salad, well, I would kick that skank prima donna's ass so hard she would still have my footprint stamped into her butt next year.

I strolled into the living room, my kimono robe—yes, I got it in Japan and, yes, it had an oriental dragon on it—open. My tits were almost spilling out, my dick chubbing up half-hard at the sight of Shanelle in a pair of tight booty shorts that hugged her cute rump.

"What?" I asked.

"Well, we recorded this naughty romp this morning," she said, tapping her phone.

A video played on the TV. There I was in crystal clear, 8K ultra high definition brilliance. You could even see mole on my rump as my ass flexed, driving my cock in and out of Essence pussy while she was bent over the tub in the bathroom. Her blonde hair and big, fake titties swung back and forth as I plowed her. Her butt-cheeks rippled every time I buried into her juicy snatch.

"Yes, yes, yes, cum in me!" moaned Essence, her face hidden by the curtain of her sun-bleached hair. "Just spill that jizz into me!"

"Trying to get me hard?" I asked Shanelle, my dick reaching its full girth, my nipples tingling against the silk of my kimono robe. "Because it is working. Mmm, look at those tan boobies sway. Essence might be a prima donna, but that body…"

"So you don't know what she did after you flooded her cunt with your jizz?" Shanelle asked.

I shook my head. "No. I went back to bed with a smile on my face. I'm sure your cameras caught that."

"Well, this is what she did." Shanelle tapped her phone again. A new video played.

Essence had Rosalía kneeling before her. The blonde stood facing the cameras, her fake tits round and plump. Rosalía had her hands behind her back like they were… restrained. They were cuffed together, the Hispanic woman squirming and moaning as she devoured Essence's pussy.

"That's it,you nasty slut!" groaned Essence. "Mmm, yes, yes, I got Becky to fuck me just so I could enjoy the look in your eyes as you ate me out. You're just so disgusting. Such a slut for that futa and her cum you'd do anything to taste it. Even eat my pussy. Ooh, yes, yes, get that tongue in me, you filthy cunt! You are so disgusting."

My brow furrowed.

"Just a piece of shit!" groaned Essence. "Ooh, yes, yes, that's good."

"Look at that little slut eating your taco," Mollie said from off-scream. "Mmm, guess she was missing a taste of home, right? Make that little Hispanic slut eat your pussy. Then I'm next. I want that cunt-lapper's tongue buried deep into me."

"Why didn't Rosalía say anything?" I groaned. "She's just so passive, right? She just went along with it. Let them say those mean things to her."

"You say things like that to women," Shanelle said. "You've called me a slut and a whore."

"Not to humiliate you," I said, glancing at her. "Right? It's hot when I do it. It doesn't make you cringe. Look at Rosalía shudder. They're picking on her."

"She agreed to it," Shanelle said. "If it wasn't consensual, we would have stopped it, but…"

"Yes, yes, yes, you little taco-muncher!" hissed Essence. "Work that tongue into me. Ooh, nothing like enjoying a brown slut's tongue working into my pussy. Gonna cum so hard! Gonna drown you in my cream!"

I marched out of the living room, seething.

The cameras followed.

I know I had seen rope in the garage. I was positive I had. A thin, silky smooth sort of rope. I didn't know what it was used for, but I was angry and hard. My girl-dick bounced before me, my tits swaying beneath my open robe, nipples popping out before vanishing beneath the silk again. I entered the garage, the scent of motor oil lingering.

I found it, hanging on the wall. I grabbed it.

"Capture it all," I heard Shanelle hiss as I walked back into the kitchen. "This is going to be great! We picked the right group of girls."

That almost stopped me. Almost. But I was just so pissed off at Essence I didn't care how I was being manipulated by that cunt Shanelle. I just marched back into the living room. There was a bar along one side. And it had a button. You pressed it, and everyone in the house was supposed to come running.

I pressed it.

Rosalía scurried in first. The Hispanic girl wore a sleeveless, tube dress that hung so low on her tits that it barely covered the nipples of her large breast, her darker brown areolas peeking out along the top. She gave me a shy smile before sitting down at the bar, her lush boobies jiggling.

Vicky sauntered in next, a big grin on her face. She had her tablet with her and she was already tapping it to load her presentation. I didn't need to see it again. I didn't care about her plan to market vanity canine capes. It was such a dumb idea.

Mollie came in next, a sweet smile on her face framed by curly, black hair. She was naked, her round breasts bobbing before her. She had fat nipples, thrusting hard from her chest. She scampered right up to me.

"Hey, Becky! Good morning!"

"It's afternoon," I pointed out.

"Is it?" she gave a girlish giggle that made her boobs shake. "Where does the time go?"

"Oh, you know, eating tacos can make it go fast."

Her smile slipped just an inch.

Then the prima donna herself strode in on her stiletto hills. Her large, fake tits bounced, as golden-tan as the rest of her body. She had sliver necklaces that fell across her cleavage, the only thing she wore. Her pussy looked as freshly waxed as it did this morning when I found her bent over and filling the bathtub when I stumbled into the restroom.

Bitch was waiting for me just so she could make Rosalía lick her clean.

"What is going on?" she asked. "I was just about to go sunbathe. Need to maintain my tan for Becky. I know how much you love it."

"So much," I said, playing with the rope in my hand. "I thought of something that will be so hot for everyone at home to watch."

"Oh?" asked Essence. "Hot? As in ratings hot? Mmm, I like that."

Did this stuck-up bitch really think this show would launch her into stardom? "I just need you and Mollie to let me tie you up. I learned a little bit about Shibari while I was in Japan. You'll look so hot bent over the bar with your hands bound behind your back."

Essence arched an eyebrow.

"That sounds like fun," Mollie said. "I'm game. It'll be sexy. We'll be all nice and helpless, getting fuck by your wonderful cock, Becky." The black-hair, sweet-faced girl grabbed my futa-cock and stroked it. I shuddered at her touch. "Mmm, yes, yes, I love this idea. Just love it."

"You want to tie me up?" Essence asked.

"Uh-huh," I said as Mollie's hand slid up and down my girl-dick. "Doesn't that just sound so fun? Mmm, think of all the naughty things we can do if you're all tied up."

Essence's brow furrowed. She licked her lips. "Maybe that's more Rosalía's game. Right?"

"I wouldn't mind being tied up," whispered Rosalía, shivering as one of the cameras filmed her. "I… I could even get naked… If you'd like, Becky."

"See, Rosalía wants you to tie her up," Essence purred, giving me such a big grin. "Do her."

"But I'd rather do you," I said. I arched my eyebrows at her. "Just imagine all the naughty things I'll do to you when you're tied up. Doesn't that sound… intriguing?"

"Yes," Mollie breathed. The sweet-faced bitch was already bent over the low counter of the bar, her rump pointed right at me, her shaved pussy framed between her sleek thighs. She thrust her arms behind her back. "I want that. Come on, Essence, this is going to be hot. Going to make us famous. People love bondage these days."

Essence shifted. "Really?"

"Once I tie you up, every woman in America will want to be in your place," I said, so aware of the cameraman filming us.

Essence shuddered, her big, fake titties swaying before me. She nodded her head, her eyes gleaming with delight. "Fine. I'll do it."

"Don't sound like such a martyr," Vikki said as she fingered her shaved cunt, her labia thick and long. "There has to be a way to market this, Becky. Your own brand of bondage rope, maybe? Ooh, I know a supplier." Her chocolate-brown fingers danced along her juicy pussy lips while her dyed-red hair swayed about her face.

The bi-racial girl had sweet features, but why did she have to spend so much time talking about her business plan?

"Later," I said as Essence joined Mollie at the bar. The blonde bent over her, perfect, tanned rump aimed right at me. Like Mollie, Essence had a shaved pussy peeking between her thighs, just a hint of her inner labia thrusting out past her out vulva.

I bet she had a labiaplasty, trimming back her pussy lips to give her a tighter, younger looking cunt.

My anger swelled for fake bitch as I advanced on her, rope sliding between closed hands. I loved the feel of it, excited to do this. I reached Essence, pressing my futa-cock into her rump while I made my first knot about her wrist. I learned a lot of interesting things while hitchhiking, like how to tie up a baby calf on a ranch. My hand moved fast, wrapping her wrists together and pulling the rope taut so that she couldn't escape. Then I dragged the excess to Mollie lying beside her.

In moments, they were both trussed up, their asses thrusting right at us, two delicious rumps. Pussy juices ran down both of their thighs. My girl-dick throbbed as I stared at them. I licked my lips, the cameramen moving in to capture the sight. Shanelle lurked in the background.

I could feel her quivering with excitement.

"Ooh, what are you going to do to us now?" Essence asked, wiggling her ass at me.

I had more rope.

I knelt down and looped the rope about her left ankle and Mollie's right, pulling tight, bringing their feet together and tying both girls legs in place. I shivered as I yanked the knot tight. I stared up at them, two shaved pussies begging to be licked.

But I wasn't about to do that.

"Rosalía," I said, beckoning with my fingers to the quiet, Hispanic girl. "Come here and take off that dress. We're going to play with them."

"Ooh, yes, get that taco-munching slut licking my twat," groaned Mollie. "I know how much she loves pussy!"

"A little taste of home, right?" I asked, my words icy.

Mollie's butt-clenched. Her wrists tugged at the rope. Then she looked at me, brow furrowed. I gave her a sweet smile, my futa-dick pulsing and throbbing in anticipation of the fun to come.

Rosalía took off her dress, exposing those nut-brown tits. She had such a lovely shade of skin and her rich, brown hair fell in luxurious curls around her face. She was short, but stacked, her breasts so bountiful, her hips curving out into lush thighs. She had a rump that made me drool. It was an ass made to be fucked so you could watch her cheeks jiggle.

She padded to me and took my hand. She stared down, an almost timid shiver running through her. I pulled her closer to me. She swallowed, her sweetness only making this more exciting for me. We were going to make them pay.

"Which one would you like to spank?" I asked. "Essence or Mollie? I saw that tape. You don't have to eat their pussies if you don't want to. And you certainly don't have to let them demean you."

Rosalía's head lifted to my eyes.

"What?" Essence hissed. "Spank us?"

"You didn't say anything about spanking!" Mollie gasped. "You said you were going to fuck us."

"No, I said do naughty things to you," I said, a big smile crossing my lips. "And this is such a naughty thing, isn't it?" I cupped Rosalía's face and stared into her doe-soft eyes. "Which one would you like to spank?"

"Ooh, bitch, if you think of laying even one finger on me, I'll kick your bean-eating ass all across the room!" Essence snarled. "You're only good for eating my taco, you wetback bitch."

Wetback bitch? We were a quarter of the way into the twenty-first century, and Essence thought she could be a bigot and not have her life ruined?

"Well, Rosalía?" I asked her. "She won't do nothing to you. Not when me around." I moved closer, my futa-dick nudging into her silky-satin stomach, my precum smearing against her flesh as my cock slid up her. "Which one?"

"Essence," she said.

"Because you're not a wetback bitch, are you?"

She shook her head.

"Say it," I ordered.

"I'm not…" She drew in a deep breath, her large tits just grazing mine for a moment. "I'm not a wetback bitch!"

"Now teach her a lesson!"

"Teach me a lesson?" shrieked Essence. "Ooh, I'm going to—"

"There," Vikki said, shoving a pair of panties into Essence's mouth. I had no idea where Vikki got them. Probably fell on the floor, discarded and forgotten. "Enough of listening to her bitchy mouth. I'll just watch you two… have fun."

"Oh, fuck," Mollie groaned as I advanced on her rump while Rosalía took Essence's tanned rear. "I'm sorry, Becky. I thought Rosalía was into it and—"

SMACK!

Mollie bucked, her bound wrists swaying behind her. A bright, red handprint blossomed about her ass. It was such a delicious sight to witness. It made me so excited. My pussy grew hotter and hotter.

"Don't lie. You always are saying such bad things about everyone behind their backs," I said. "You deserve to be spanked just for that."

SMACK!

I landed my next one on her other butt-cheek. Her spine arched while my girl-dick throbbed. I had never spanked a girl beyond giving someone a playful swat while fucking them. My palm drank in the stinging delight of discipline.

I glanced at Rosalía. She trembled behind Essence. The blonde-bitch squirmed, spitting fury into her panty gag. She squirmed, her bonds rustling. Rosalía glanced at me, her brown face some how looking pale.

"You can do it," I said, drawing back my hand.

SMACK!

Mollie's rump jiggled. "Just spank Essence, Rosalía. Punish that cunt for what she said about you."

"Punish her," Vikki moaned, her fingers plunging into her pussy as she leaned against the wall on the other side of the bar.

slap…

The timid spanking hardly rippled Essence's rump. I doubt the struggling bitch even felt it. I shook my head at Rosalía. I stared at her hard, my eyes boring into her. She shuddered as I drew back my hand.

She lifted hers.

I nodded my head at her.

SMACK! SLAP!

The double sounds of our spankings echoed through the kitchen. I let out a groan of delight, my futa-dick throbbing, pussy juices dribbling down my thighs. The sound was such a wonderful thing to make.

Rosalía smiled at me as she raised her hand while Mollie groaned and Essence squealed into her panties. Together, Rosalía and I brought our hands down on the two naughty sluts' asses, spanking them hard.

SMACK! SLAP!

SMACK! SLAP!

SMACK! SLAP!

"That's it!" I groaned, pussy juices running down my thighs

"Yes!" Rosalía moaned, her heavy tits swaying, her nipples thrusting hard atop them, her own thighs glistening with her passion. "I'm not a wetback bitch!" she hissed.

SMACK! SLAP!

"That's right," I said, loving how she looked, the way her tits bounced and heaved. They crashed together, rippling as she put her all into disciplining Essence. My own spankings faltered as I became enamored with Rosalía's passion.

SLAP!

My pussy clenched.

SLAP!

My dick throbbed.

"Spank them both!" I moaned, taking a step back. "They were both mean to you!"

"Yes!" Rosalía moaned.

"This is so hot!" Vikki gasped, her round, chocolate-brown tits heaving as she fingered her cunt, her eyes smoldering. "Just spank both those bitches."

"Uh-huh," I moaned as Rosalía shifted into place to bring her hands down on them both.

As Rosalía lifted her hands, my eyes flicked down to that cute rump of hers. I fell to my knees behind her. I pried about her butt-cheeks. I felt so naughty. I buried my face between her butt-cheeks. I licked and rimmed her asshole.

SLAP! SLAP!

"I'm so sorry, Rosalía!" gasped Mollie. "I was such a cunt to you! I just got carried away."

SLAP! SLAP!

"I'm not as disgusting as Essence!" Mollie whimpered.

SLAP! SLAP!

I savored those sounds as my tongue danced about Rosalía's asshole. I savored her sour musk. Her butt-cheeks clenched every time she smacked her hands down to spank those two naughty whores. It made me shudder. My tongue pressed against her anal ring, pushing on it.

I penetrated into her velvety depths. I probed my tongue into her, swirling around, loving the texture of her. She squirmed and groaned. Her passion echoed through the room. It resounded, echoing back and forth.

SLAP! SLAP!

"Oh, Becky, yes!" she moaned. "Your tongue… your tongue is so deep into my asshole!"

SLAP! SLAP!

"Uh-huh!" I moaned, ignoring the throbbing ache in my girl-dick. Every time her hands cracked down on their rumps, it only swelled my own lust to ravish her. But I didn't what to just fuck her. I wanted her to beg for it.

SLAP! SLAP!

"Oh, my god," Mollie groaned. "Spank my cunt! Spank my naughty cunt! I was such a naughty girl."

"Yes, yes, yes, spank her cunt!" groaned Vikki. "Holy shit, this is so hot."

I felt the shift in Rosalía's stance. Her hands drew back low. I shuddered as I heard her hands streak forward. Two wet, loud smacks echoed through the kitchen. Mollie screamed in rapture. Essence moaned into her gag.

"They're cumming, Becky!" gasped Rosalía. "They're… they're such filthy sluts they're cumming from being spanked."

"Uh-huh!" I groaned and then wiggled my tongue so deep into her bowels, fluttering through her sour musk, just giving her pleasure.

"Oh, Becky, that so nice!" she moaned. "Ooh, it made me so wet to spank them… And them… Your tongue is licking my asshole. No one ever done that. It's such a dirty place."

"Nothing's dirty about you," I panted. I licked at her asshole again. "I could eat your ass as much as your pussy."

"Becky!" she moaned, a sound of such need. I could tell what she wanted. She wanted my dick in her.

I couldn't wait any longer, listening to her administering justice on those two skanks sent me on fire. I rose, my futa-cock coming up to smack Rosalía's shaved pussy. That wet sound echoed through the room. She whimpered, her thighs clamping around my shaft, pinning me to her cunt. She ground on it, humping her hips and rubbing that silky twat on my dick.

"Damn," I groaned. "Mmm, just bend down between them. We have one last part of their punishment to deliver."

"Ooh, what?" Mollie asked, sounding so eager for more. "That was such an amazing cum, Rosalía. I should let you spank me whenever you want. Mmm, doesn't that sound hot?"

"I guess," Rosalía did, obeying me. She bent over the bar between them, her thighs still holding my dick tight against her pussy. "Now what, Becky?"

"I'm going to fuck your asshole so hard, Rosalía." I said, drawing back my hips, my dick sliding between her satin thighs. "I'm going to make sure you cum on my futa-cock. You're going to scream your head off."

"Really?" she asked.

"Really," I said. "And you know what the best part is?" I asked her as I brought my cock up between her butt-cheeks.

"What?" she asked as my dick nuzzled against her sphincter.

I pressed against her puckered opening, pushing on it, making her groan. Pleasure surged up my dick as I said, "They are never going to fuck my dick again. This is as close as they'll get, tied up on either side of you while I fuck you hard."

"What?" Mollie gasped.

Essence screamed into her gag, her face a mask of fury as she glared at me.

"You got bred," I said. "That's all you're going to get. Teach you to be such bitches!"

"Yes!" Rosalía squealed.

Then she gasped as I rammed my futa-dick into her bowels.

It was amazing to sink into her hot, tight flesh. Such pleasure surged through me as I went deeper and deeper into her bowels. Her velvety bowels gripped my dick as I penetrated her asshole. Her sheath clenched down on me. I groaned, my back arching, my tits swaying before me.

She let out such a throaty moan of pleasure. A big smile crossed her lips. Vikki whimpered, still fingering herself as she watched. She switched which hand plunged digits into her cunt, bringing her cream-drenched digits to her mouth to suck on them. I loved an audience.

The cameras behind me captured everything.

"Becky!" squealed Rosalía as I drew back my futa-dick. "Oh, yes, yes, yes! That's so good! I love it when you fuck my asshole."

"But… so do I," Mollie gasped, her body squirming. "I was promised two months of being fucked by you. That's why I'm here."

"I don't have to fuck you," I groaned, thrusting back into Rosalía's bowels, the velvety friction rippling down my shaft. "I just have to live with you! Remember what the show is called!"

"No!" Mollie howled.

"Yes!" groaned Rosalía, her bowels clenching down on my dick.

"Mmm, yes, yes, yes!" Vikki gasped, her body shuddering, her orgasm sweeping through her. "Fuck her ass! Make her cum hard, Becky! She deserves it!"

"Sucking up?" I asked as I pumped away at Rosalía's asshole.

Vikki just gave me a naughty grin and then sucked on her fingers coated in her pussy, her tits heaving before her. I stared at her, loving the sight of her sexy body shivering while I plundered Rosalía's asshole. Beside me, Mollie groaned and Essence snarled into her panty gag, wrist pulling at the bindings.

I felt like a million bucks. My girl-dick drank in the velvety friction of pumping away at Rosalía's asshole. Her bowels squeezed and relaxed on me. She gasped and moaned, bucking back into my thrusts.

I savored the sight of my crotch smacking into her rump every time I buried into her. Her brown butt-cheeks rippled and jiggled. I groaned, entranced by the sight. My tits heaved and danced as I plowed faster and faster into her bowels.

Pleasure spilled through my pussy. It danced around my ovaries. They grew tighter as my cum came closer and closer to a boil. It spurred me to keep thrusting, to build up to that explosive release and flood her bowels with all my yummy cum.

"Becky!" she groaned, her bowels clenching down tight about me. "Oh, Becky, I need it!"

"What?" I groaned, thrusting so hard into her. "What do you need!"

"Your futa-cum! Please, please, spurt it into me! Flood my bowels with all that yummy cum! Ooh, yes! Please, Becky, don't be cruel to me!"

"Mmm, such a naughty slut!" I groaned, leaning over her, her bowels writhing about my futa-cock, milking me, wanting me to erupt into her.

"I am!" she whimpered. "I love being your slut!"

I could feel the joy in her voice. She wasn't being humiliated by me. She was drinking it in, letting it fuel her passion. Her bowels grew hotter and hotter about my dick. She clenched down so tight about me. I groaned, burying to the hilt into her.

My cum spurted into her depths. Hot jizz erupted. It splattered her bowels. I groaned, swaying from side to side as the rapture screamed through my mind. It was incredible. Such a wonderful delight to experience.

A wonderful joy to embrace.

Her bowels convulsed and spasmed about me. My eyes grew so wide as she sucked at me. Her flesh rippled about me, wanting to drink in my jizz. I shuddered, burying into her, the pressure building at the tip of my dick. I drew back through her writhing flesh.

"Please, please, Becky!" she moaned, her Hispanic accent growing thicker. "Just spurt all your jizz into me!"

"Yes!" I groaned and slammed back into her. I buried into her depths. My futa-dick unloaded. My cum fired into her. Blast after blast of jizz erupted from my futa-dick. It spilled out of me. "Take it!"

"So hot!" she squealed.

"I bet!" groaned Mollie in such envy.

Essence bucked and screamed into her panties.

I savored this moment, Rosalía's asshole milking my cock. Juices spilled down my thighs. Dual ecstasies surged into my mind. They swirled and danced through them. My breasts heaved before me as I cried out for the cameras to record.

"Ooh, that is so hot," Vikki moaned, walking around the counter. "This gives me such an idea for a business we can enjoy."

I shook my head. "Not now," I groaned as I spurted the last blast of rapture into her. "I'm having a moment."

"Mmm, we are," Rosalía groaned. "You filled my asshole with so much cum."

"Well, if now's not the time to talk," Vikki said. "Why don't the three of us retire upstairs and leave these naughty sluts to think about what naughty bitches they've been." The Black woman licked her lips. "I'll even suck your cock clean of Rosalía's asshole.

How could I resist?

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April 17th, 2047

"It all fell apart after that," I said, shaking my head. "Essence and Mollie became so shrill, whining and complaining about how they weren't getting my dick." I let out a groan of frustration. "I couldn't take it. I wasn't about to ever fuck either of them again, not after what they did."

"So that's why the show only went three episodes?" asked Adelia. "I know the show tried to portray the spanking as the finale, showing you disciplining two naughty women and how you were so happy with Rosalía."

"I wished I could have been happy with Rosalía, but she had no backbone." I shook my head. "She just did whatever I wanted. Never offered any ideas. She just accepted my desires, and I didn't want that. I wanted a woman who would tell me what she wanted. To just march up to me and say, 'I'm horny, Becky, and you haven't made me cum in a while. I need it right now.'"

"I take it your wife Sharron does it."

"Sometimes I get… distracted. She needs to be assertive to make sure she gets her share of my cock." I shrugged. "I think the world knows how I can be around pussy I've never bred before."

Adelia laughed.

"So I took a big penalty hit from the contract for leaving the show early," I said. "I had to pay a lot of money. Well, my accountant did. I never paid attention to the money. But I did decide I was done with the entertainment industry for a while."

"I remember that," Adelia said. "Our first interview was right after this."

I grinned at her. "Mmm, we started that one off with you being bred by me before we got down to the questions," I said, stroking her thigh. "Now you were an interviewer that knew what you wanted."

She gave me a saucy grin as I played with her knee. "So, you didn't do entertainment for seven or eight years, yes?"

"When I agreed to star in my own porno about my life," I said. "I wasn't the first futanari to do porn, that went to my daughter, Georgina. I'm afraid, I couldn't remember who her mother was, or if I ever had met her." A tinge of guilt washed through me, but my daughters numbered in the tens of thousands, and my granddaughters… "She must have been one of the girls I bred at my college in those first few days of being a futanari because she must have jumped into porn the moment she turned eighteen back in 2036."

"Yes, Georgina was named First Futa Playmate of the Year," Adelia nodded. "Did you watch any of her movies. She made hundreds of them those first few years?"

I shook my head, blanching. "My own daughter? Even though I didn't know her, it felt weird. But… It did make me think of doing it myself, so when Adam and Eve Films came around not long after her debut, well, I agreed to do it. To star in a naughty film about my own life.

"I was ready to be a porn star!"

To be continued…

The World's First Futa–Futa's Naughty Jobs Chapter Three: Futa's First Naughty Movie

The World's First Futa

Futa's Naughty Jobs

Chapter Three: Futa's First Naughty Movie

by mypenname3000

Story Codes: Hermaphrodite/Female, Female/Female, Female Masturbation, Oral Sex, Creampie, Anal Sex, Ass to Mouth, Facial, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism

Description: The world's first futa stars in a porno about her own life!

April 17th, 2047

"So you agreed to do a porno about your own life," Adelia said, her expression both serious but with a hint of playfulness about her.

"Well, that's how the project started," I said, grinning out at the studio audience and, through the camera aimed at us, the world watching us streamed live across the internet. "Just a fun romp about the night I became a futanari. It wasn't the first one about that night or my life, but it would be the first one starring a real futa. The futa."

"Oh, right, I remember that there was a time when the porn industry, and the sex toy industry, got really into dildos that could squirt something that looked like cum. To try and make the actresses, or the woman using the toy, look as much like the real thing as they could."

"The Japanese just animated it," I said. "But they were doing that before I came along."

"I've watched a few of those," Adelia said without a blush.

"They're hot," I agreed, my futa-dick throbbing. "My wife, Sharron, just loves them." My smile faded. "Well, you've seen the porno and know it didn't end up being about my life."

Adelia nodded her head, her eyes lighting up in delight. "It's one of my favorites. Though, our daughter freaked out when she found it while poking around in my toy collections."

"Horny girl," I said, smiling. I hardly knew my daughter with Adelia. I barely knew any of my daughters save for a few who worked with me—Lola, Rebecca, Bethany, Leah, Christina, and Danielle—and, of course, the two daughters I had with Sharron. "Well, what did you expect from my daughter? Not to discover your sex toy collection?"

"At least she's not as bad as you," Adelia said, a playful smile on her lips. "I'm not going to have 10,000 grandchildren."

I smiled at that. "Probably a good thing none of my daughters trigger hyper-ovulation. We'd overrun the world in a generation if they inherited that. Just fill the planet to the brim."

The studio audience laughed. I was unique. My daughters were, in a weird way, more human than me. They were futanari, but they had the range of libidos of a normal guy and didn't trigger women to go into heat like I did. They could have children, whether with another woman or having one themselves. I had a lot of grandchildren out there, and, I suspected by now, a few great-grandchildren.

"Well, we were talking about porn," Adelia said. "What was it like? It must have been incredible to get paid to have sex on film."

"It was actually annoying," I said. "It wasn't nearly as much fun as I thought it would be. It turned out to be work. And that director…"

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August 13th, 2036

My hips pumped away into Cherri Delight's pussy. The blonde, busty porn star moaned and cooed beneath me as I thrust into her cunt. Her back arched, her left leg thrust over my shoulder so the camera could get a clean shot of my dick plunging into her pussy.

"Yes, yes, yes, cum in me, Becky!" she moaned. "Just fill me up! I can't believe you grew a… a cock! My brother… my brother…"

"Kurt," I hissed, the bimbo forgetting her line again.

"My brother Kurt made you. It is so hot. I love it! Ooh, just cum in me! You're mine now! He doesn't get to fuck you at all."

I rolled my eyes. The real Janice sounded nothing like this bimbo. Cherri didn't even have the right hair color. "Oh, Janice, yes, I'm going to flood your cunt with my jizz! Just spill it all into your cunt! This is so hot! I love fucking your pussy!"

Did I sound this whorish and wanton when I fucked Janice. It was eighteen years ago. I could hardly remember for sure. I had to be shyer than this. I was a virgin that night. I was re-creating the first time I ever had sex with my futa-dick.

I couldn't have sounded like this.

"Cum in me!" groaned Cherri Delight, her blue eyes so wide. "Breed me! Give me all your yummy futa-seed!"

I knew the breeding part wasn't right, but it was so hot. I thrust harder, my tits heaving.

"Now, Becky, keep her leg lifted," Valarie, the director, said. The boom mic overhead wouldn't pick up her voice. "We have to see that pussy. And remember, don't just cum in her. I want you to pull out and splatter a couple of blasts on her pussy lips."

I fought the urge to say anything as I kept thrusting into her, slamming my girl-cock into her.

I was trying to ignore the dozen or so guys that were watching, the two camera operators, the boom mic, the sound guy, a few other young men who moved cables around the bedroom we were in. Plus the actor playing "Kurt" watched. None of them looked excited. None of them were eager to see me cum. They were all so desensitized to fucking. This was just a job to them, and it made it so hard to feel sexy.

To fuck Cherri as hard as I could.

"Ooh, yes, yes, yes, cum in me, Becky!" Cherri moaned, her hips bucking. "I'm cumming! Fill me with your jizz."

She wasn't cumming. Her pussy didn't spasm around my dick, but you'd never know it from the way she gasped and panted. From the way she heaved her body. Her voice sang out with all the orgasmic bliss of a woman reaching ecstasy.

"Now spurt in her, Becky," ordered the professor. Valarie leaned forward in her chair, staring at a monitor not at me. "And remember to pull out."

I shuddered, trying to will myself to cum. I was on the edge anyways. Pussy was pussy, and Cherri had a tight cunt. She knew how to work her muscles, her silky walls squeezing and relaxing about me as I plowed into her with such power. I buried into her again and again. My tits heaved. My hair danced about my shoulders.

I shuddered and then my cum fired out of my girl-dick. My orgasm exploded through me. I threw back my head, slamming to the depths in her. Pleasure surged through me with each blast, stars bursting across my vision.

"Oh, yes, yes, yes, take my cum, Janice!" I gasped as the director hissed, "Pull out! Pull out now!"

I shuddered, ripping my girl-dick out of Cherri's pussy. It was so weird doing that. I never pulled out prematurely unless I was fucking back and forth between two different women and wanted to share my jizz.

I shuddered, my pussy convulsing. My cum fired out of my dick, the last few blasts splashing pearly jizz across her shaved snatch, coating her gold ring piercing her clitoral hood. I shuddered and heaved while Cherri moaned in delight.

"Yes, yes, that's it," Valarie moaned. "You didn't fuck it up, Becky! Okay, let's get ready for the creampie scene."

A photographer appeared, snapping pictures of Cherri's cunt while Delilah, the makeup girl, darted forward to touch her up. The script girl—a petite, Korean cutie named Jean—fell to her knees before me and engulfed my cock, sucking on it, fluffing my dick to keep me hard.

It was something she did for the male actors. It was her job to keep the script continuity and to fluff the "talent," as we were called. Her mouth was warm about my dick, her cheeks hollowing as she nursed it.

"Lenses changed?" asked the director, the brunette woman leaned forward, her legs crossed, a pair of tight jeans clinging to them. She had her hair gathered in a ponytail. She was a fun fuck; I had bred all the women working on the shoot, including Cherri, yesterday so today would go smoothly.

"Yeah, we are good," reported Cliff, one of the two cameraman. He was a tall, thin guy with a weedy mustache.

"Becky, get into place like you just finished cumming into Cherri," Valarie ordered, her face serious as she stared at the monitor.

Jean popped her mouth off my dick, sending a spike of delight through me. She smacked my rump as I headed back to the bed. Cherri grinned at me, her hands squeezing her tits. I knelt between her thighs, my cock aimed at her, the tip begging to bury back into her.

Jean fluffed a mean cock.

"Cherri, lift your leg a little higher and… perfect," Valarie said. "Action!"

"Oh, you came so much in me, Becky!" Cherri cooed. "You filled me with all your naughty cum."

"I better clean it up," I said, staring at the pearly jizz staining her pussy and leaking out of her cunt.

I leaned down and pressed my face into her pussy, my blonde hair spilling about my face as I licked through her folds, gathering my salty jizz and reveling in the flavor of her spicy snatch. The two delights mixed together on my tongue.

"Becky, move your hair out of the way," the director ordered, tone brusque.

I kept licking, which was hard to do when I was getting stage direction, and pulled my hair out of the way, sweeping it off the right side of my face. My tongue fluttered up the folds, gathering another line of cum.

I brushed Cherri's clit. She gasped. I fluttered my tongue against her piercing, batting it, loving how it twisted. How it made Cherri moan. She squeezed her tits, the other cameraman capturing her squirming while I pleasured her.

"Stop playing with her clit and keep licking up your cum, Becky," snapped Valarie.

I fought a sigh, I followed directions. My mouth moved down to lick and nuzzle at her cunt. I gathered more and more of my salty cum. It melt on my tongue. I groaned, moving my head, reveling in the delight, getting lost in the pleasure of—

"Move your hair, Becky," the director ordered.

I kept licking and shoved back my hair out of the way. My tongue caressed down to Cherri's taint, lapping up the cum pulling down there, my nose pressed into the bare folds. I shuddered, my own pussy growing hotter and hotter. My own pussy cream ran down my girl-dick as it swayed between my thighs.

Then I licked back up to her pussy and jammed my tongue into her cunt. The porn star gasped, whimpering. Her face twisted with delight as she massaged her perky tits. I scooped my futa-jizz out of her spicy depths.

"Yes, yes, hold it on your tongue, let the camera see that jizz," Valarie said. "Now eat it."

I drew my tongue back into my mouth, purring in delight.

"My own cum is yummy," the script girl whispered, speaking my line.

"My own cum is yummy!" I purred.

"I bet it is," Cherri gasped. "There's more in me. Get in there and lick it all out!"

I pressed my mouth against her pussy, my hair slipping down again. I groaned, about to sweep it off my face, getting so annoyed with my blonde locks, when Cherri came to my rescue. She seized my hair and held me in place to her pussy at the same time. She humped her hips, grinding that hot cunt against my face.

I wanted to make her cum. I wanted her juices spilling across my face. I licked her with such passion. She squeaked and moaned. She made all these wonderful sounds. My tongue fluttered through her. I shoved my hands beneath her rump, squeezing and kneading her flesh, reveling in how plump she felt.

It was such a great ass to cup. To hold. My tongue danced deeper into her, swirling about her flesh. I was almost forgetting about the crew, the cameras, and was just getting lost in the pleasure of eating a woman's hot cunt to orgasm.

"Yes, yes, yes!" Cherri moaned.

"Good, build to that orgasm, Cherri," the director said. "Make it look like you've never experienced such pleasure before."

"I've never experienced such pleasure before, Becky!" Cherri moaned. "Just keep eating me. I'm going to cum on your face."

"Becky, devour her with such passion," ordered the director. "Yes, yes, sell it but… No, pull your face back just an inch. Let us see your tongue sliding through her folds just like… That's good, Becky."

I wanted to growl out my annoyance. I just wanted to feast on this pussy. I didn't want to follow directions. That wasn't how sex worked. My girl-dick throbbed as frustration swelled through me. I flicked my tongue up to Cherri's clit, fluttering against it back and forth.

"Good, good, just like that," Valarie said. "Now, Cherri… cum!"

"Oh, my fucking god, yes!" howled Cherri, her flushed face turning red. "Yes, yes, yes, you're so amazing. Drink my juices! Drink it all down! So good!"

She squeaked louder even while no juices flooded out of her. She was faking her orgasm again. I wanted her to cum for real. I wanted to give her such bliss. She deserved a nice climax crashing through her body.

I wanted to worship her. To give her ecstasy.

"And…" the director said. "That's perfect. Great orgasm, Cherri."

"Thanks," the porn star said. "Ooh, Becky, you can stop licking now."

"Yes, yes," Valarie said, "we're moving on. Doggy style scene."

I sighed and lifted my face. The script girl came around, engulfing my dick one more time while the makeup girl, a motherly woman with brown hair and a round face, wiped the pussy cream off my face and lips, along with the cum. Then she applied fresh lipstick and rogue to my cheeks while Jean kept bobbing her head on my dick. Mine done, the makeup girl turned her attention to Cherri, spritzing her tits with a spray bottle so they gleamed. Then she wiped up her pussy with a towel before spraying her shave vulva with water, making it look like Cherri was so wet.

"Do you need lube?" the makeup girl asked Cherri.

"No, no, she's a futa," Cherri said. "I won't need any with her. Besides, that dick of her produces more precum than a guys."

Jean moaned her agreement about my cock.

"Okay, places everyone," Valarie ordered. She now perched on her knees on her director chair, staring at the monitors showing the camera feeds.

I moved back into position between Cherri's thighs, pushing back my hair to keep it off my face. My girl-dick throbbed. I wanted to fuck her again. This time, I would make Cherri cum. This sexy porn star would explode on my futa-cock, her pussy rippling about my flesh. It would feel incredible.

"Action!" Valarie ordered. "Make it look hot this time, Becky. And don't forget to not obscure everything for the camera."

I lifted my head like I had just finished going down on Cherri. "Mmm, that was such a yummy creampie."

"I bet," Cherri moaned. "I came so hard and…" She gave the fakest look of shock. "You're dick is still hard. If you were a guy, you'd be soft right now."

"I guess you're right," I said. "Ooh, I'm aching. I need to fuck you again!"

"Yes!" she gasped then rolled over onto her hands and knees, shaking that rump at me. Her pussy glistened, but I knew it wasn't with her juices. "Fuck me! Pound my cunt so hard!"

I moved into position, kneeling on my left leg while my right leg was thrust forward. It was almost like I was a knight kneeling before king. It helped the cameraman capture the low angle of my futa-dick, thrusting from the folds of my pussy, penetrating her cunt and fucking her.

It just didn't feel like a… natural position to have sex in.

"Just ram it into me, Becky!" Cherri moaned. "I need it!"

"Futa-slut!" I hissed. "That's all you are, Janice! Just my futa-slut tonight."

"Perfect," the director said. "Now get that dick in her, Becky, and fuck her hard. Just go to town on her pussy. Fuck her like it's the best cunt in the world."

I thrust my girl-dick back into Cherri's snatch. I slid into her wonderfully tight sheath. Her silky flesh clenched about me as I filled her. Pleasure rippled down my shaft. My head swayed from side to side. I groaned, burying into her and drawing back.

Despite the awkward pose, I was in pussy, and that made it worth it. I thrust hard, my tits heaving and bouncing as I plowed her cunt. I rammed into her with all my might, making her squeal and gasp. Her pussy clenched down around me. She worked those kegels, giving me such bliss. Such wondrous, rapturous pleasure.

"Becky!" she gasped. "Fuck my pussy! Ooh, this is so good!"

"Uh-huh!" I groaned, my crotch smacking into her rump, making her butt-cheeks jiggle.

"You hear a noise, Becky," the director ordered. "You look over your shoulder at the doorway."

I groaned, tossing my head, my blonde hair dancing about my face as I kept thrusting into Cherri's tight snatch. I stared at the empty doorway. No one was in it. Dirk Magnum, the actor playing Kurt, lounged nearby in a bathrobe.

"It's Kurt. He's watching you fuck his step-sister," the director said. "You can feel his eyes, and it excites you."

"Oh, yes, your pussy is so tight about my new, big girl-dick," I moaned, struggling to capture the feeling of that moment when Kurt discovered me fucking Janice all those years ago. I remembered the thrill of being caught combined with this strange, perverse pleasure in fucking his sister with my new girl-dick. "Ooh, take it!"

"I am!" Cherri moaned, rocking back into our thrusts. Our flesh slapped together.

"Kurt is staring at you, shocked and yet… aroused," the director says, her voice growing excited. "It's making you thrust harder. It's almost like you're cuckolding him now. A reverse cuckolding since you have the girl-dick."

I shuddered, still looking at the door. I hadn't seen Kurt since his wedding night thirteen or fourteen years ago. Since that wonderful night where I enjoyed his wife. Where I shared his new bride with him.

Just like I shared Janice with him this night. The first woman we ever enjoyed together.

I imagined Kurt standing there, still so young, his hair red, his blue eyes so bright with shock and pleasure. He groped himself through his jeans, watching me plunder his step-sister's pussy. Janice bucked back into me, moaning and cooing, her pleasure bursting through her body.

I could feel that same thrill. It was like I was plunged back into my eighteen-year-old body, enjoying my futa-dick for the first time. I thrust my hips so hard into Janice's juicy cunt. Her pussy clenched around my cock. She moaned.

Kurt watched.

"Yes, yes, yes!" I howled, my pussy growing tighter and tighter. My ovaries boiled. "Take my cock, Janice! Ooh, yes, yes, yes! Take it! You love it!"

"So much!" Janice moaned, her voice more playful. Naughtier. "Just keep ramming that dick into me, Becky!"

"Yes!" I howled, staring into the memory of Kurt's blue eyes.

And came.

My futa-cock erupted. Pleasure fired through me. I shuddered, burying into Janice's pussy, the pleasure boiling through my mind. It was so incredible to fuck Kurt's sister while he watched. Euphoric lust flowed out of my convulsing pussy, my juices flooding down my thighs.

"Becky, why did you stop fucking?" a voice asked, intruding on my fantasy.

"Because she's cumming in me!" Cherri gasped. "Valarie, she's ruining the shot. Oh, my god, so much jizz!"

"Cut!" snarled Valarie.

Through my orgasmic haze, I came out of my rapture into embarrassment. I shuddered, the last of my jizz pumping into Cherri's cunt. I breathed heavily, my head reeling from the bliss that surged around me.

"Get out of her pussy so we can clean her up!" Valarie shouted. "Makeup girl!"

Delilah, the motherly makeup girl, appeared. She gave me a naughty wink as I pulled out of Cherri's cunt, my dick still hard, dripping with the girl's pussy cream. My cheeks burned with embarrassment. I couldn't believe I popped off so early.

"I'm sorry, I just got excited," I said.

"Amateurs," the director muttered. "Hurry up and clean her up! We are losing time. We have to get the threesome filmed today. Plus, I need Dirk's reaction shots in the can."

"We'll get her clean," Delilah said. The makeup girl leaned down and, instead of using her towel, used her tongue.

Cherri gasped as Delilah licked and lapped up my cum, fluttering through her depths. My costar groaned, her back arching. My futa-dick throbbed. I grinned at the naughty sight, knowing Delilah never would have done it this way. But she was horny because of me.

I groaned as the script girl engulfed my dick. Jean fluffed my cock and sucked clean Cherri's pussy juices all at the same time. I shuddered as the girl bobbed her mouth, keeping me hard—not that it was an issue for me—while I watched Delilah work.

"I didn't say eat out her cunt," groaned Valarie. "This is the most fucked-up shoot ever. I didn't have these problems with Georgina."

"My daughters aren't me," I said, grinding my teeth. "You know this will sell." Why did she have to be such a cunt? She was annoying me.

Cherri moaned and gasped, shuddering in delight as the makeup girl cleaned her up. My own girl-dick was throbbing in sweet Jean's mouth. The young girl worked those hot lips up and down my shaft, her tongue fluttering and dancing across my crown.

Delilah lifted her face, her lips gleaming with pussy juices. She grabbed a towel and dabbed off Cherri, then spritzed some more water to make her look really juicy and wet. Nodding, Delilah backed off.

"You have such yummy cum, Becky. I am really glad I'm working on this project.

"Yeah, me, too," I said.

"Okay, Becky, slide back into Cherri," the director said. "And this time, don't blow your load until I tell you. We have to get this in the can."

A strange anger shot through me as Valarie glared at me. So I erupted. I wasn't like a male actor. I didn't need to recover. I could fuck and fuck and fuck. She should have just kept it in the movie. It would be hot to have my girl-dick fucking in and out of a cum-filled snatch, jizz leaking out of her.

Valarie arched an eyebrow at me. She stood up from her director's chair. "Well? Come on. God, I thought you wouldn't be like most of the dumb, coked-out sluts I work with. Get your cock in her pussy and fuck her! We are wasting time! I want this movie wrapped today."

"You want to make something hot, right? Something that will melt all the pussies and make all the cocks erupt, right?"

"Yes," she said. "And I would love if you were on the same page, Becky."

I hated being treated like this. I never stood for before. I didn't see why I would stand for it now. I marched on the director. Her eyes widened. She was a cute thing, in her early thirties, her brown hair gathered in a ponytail. I liked ponytails. They gave me something to grab a hold of.

"Well, then let's get to it," I said, seizing her ponytail and hauling her to me. "We're going to make the hottest porno ever, Valarie. Mmm, you're going to explode on my futa-cock. I'm going to flood you with so much jizz, director."

"But… but…" Valarie shook her head. "I'm not talent. I'm the one giving the orders here."

"Are you?" I asked, the two cameras filming me. The cast and crew watched.

Using her ponytail, I yanked her down so she bent over her director's chair. She knelt on it, the seat creaking. Her ass looked so yummy in those tight jeans she wore. She gave me this stunned look. She couldn't believe this was happening as I reached beneath her, unsnapped her jeans, and then yanked them down her ass.

She wore a red thong. I grinned and hooked the waistband. I stretched it out and let it snap back against her skin. "If you're not talent, then why are you wearing these porn star panties, huh?"

"So my ass looks good," she said, staring at me. "Crap, you're really going to fuck me, Becky?"

"You know you want it," I said, pressing the tip of my girl-dick into the gusset of her panties. The warmth of her pussy lips bled through. I gripped her ponytail harder. "Oh, Director, I can feel your excitement bleeding through your thong. I know why you've been a bitch.

"You were jealous that I was fucking Cherri and not you." I shuddered, rubbing my cock up and down her thong, her juices soaking through the thin fabric. "But now you get to be the star of the porno, director. You get to be fucked by me."

"Oh, god," whimpered Valarie. "This is really happening. I can't believe this. You're all filming me! Even you, Cliff."

"This is going to be hot, director," Cliff answered.

"So hot," I groaned. The crew were watching with interest now. They were eager for me to fuck the director. "And I noticed you didn't object. You do want to be the star. Don't worry, you will be. Everyone will watch this porn."

"Fuck!" Valarie groaned as I ripped her thong away, my dick pressing now into the shaved folds of her pussy.

"That's right, fuck!" I groaned. "Good direction! I can do that."

I thrust into the director's juicy depths. Her cunt stretched to take every inch of my girl-dick. She whimpered and groaned, squeezing down on me as I plundered deep into her cunt. She shuddered, her hips wiggling from side to side.

She stirred that hot cunt around my girl-cock. I smiled as I drew back through her juicy sheath. She moaned at the stimulating friction. She felt incredible about my dick. I loved it. I wasn't about to do all those dumb poses or cared what the camera could see.

I would just fuck her.

That was my direction.

"Oh, fuck!" gasped Valarie as I pounded her cunt. "Oh, my… Fuck!"

"I am!" I hissed. "I'm fucking you so hard! Just plundering into your cunt, aren't I?"

"Uh-huh!" she moaned, her hips wiggling. I gripped her ponytail as she bucked back into me. "You're fucking me so hard."

Her pussy clenched down around my thrusting dick. She whimpered, her moans echoing through the room. Everyone watched us. The crew. Cherri. Dirk. The makeup girl. The script girl. They all watched the director, the ruler of the set, taking my futa-dick like a pro. Like a porn star who knew how to fuck.

I stared at her back, her halter top half-hiding the tramp stamp on her lower back, a sun rising over a horizon made of intertwined, tribal lines. I shuddered, my hands finding the zipper at the back. I pulled it down.

Her top didn't have any sleeves. It was almost like a corset, cupping her torso and tits. It fell away from her, exposing her back. She wasn't wearing a bra. I shuddered, the cameramen shifting to record her swaying tits.

I released her ponytail to grip her breasts with both hands. I kneaded her round mounds while plundering her hot pussy. She gasped and moaned, rocking back into me as my fingers slid down and found her nipples.

"Oh, yes, yes, yes!" she gasped, her pussy growing so hot around my girl-dick. "I need this! Oh, it made me so wet watching you fuck Cherri! Giving you directions! I wanted to be in her place!"

"Now you are!" I groaned. "And now it's my turn to be the director! Ooh, yes, yes, yes! You love my cock in your cunt!"

"So much," she moaned, squeezing her pussy down on my dick. "It's great. I'm going to cum hard from your girl-cock fucking into me. Ooh, I love this, Becky!"

"I know you do!" I said. "You're just a porn-star-slut now, aren't you?"

"Uh-huh!" she whimpered. "Ooh, keep ramming it into me. Oh, yes, yes, yes! I'm going to explode! I'm just going to erupt! This is intense!"

"Good!" I growled, burying into her. "That's what I want to hear! I want you groaning and shuddering! I want you begging for me to use you."

"Yes, yes, use me!" she gasped.

"Like a filthy porn-star-slut?"

"Uh-huh, Becky!" Her pussy clenched down on my thrusting dick. "Use me like a filthy, nasty porn-star-slut!"

"Good!" I groaned and ripped my girl-dick out of her pussy.

"No, no, you have to keep fucking my cunt!" she moaned. "For the porno."

"Mmm, but we need to change positions. Flip over!" I grinned at her. "I want to see your titties!"

"Yes, yes, yes!"

She turned over, sitting on her rump, leaning back so her ass rested on the edge of her chair. She threw her legs wide, her shaved pussy gaping open, her pink flesh glistening, her vulva plump and aroused. Her round breasts jiggled, her nipples pink and beautiful.

"Fuck me!" she groaned as I lowered myself down to fuck her hard. I grabbed her legs and threw her ankles over my shoulders, her thighs pressing on the sides of my round breasts. "Yes, yes, just ram it into my cunt!"

"But…" I said, considering her. "I've already fucked your pussy once. I've already bred you, director."

"You have!" she groaned. "But I want more of your cum in me!"

"Well, you do have other holes for me to use," I said, and moved my cock down past her pussy, caressed across her taint, and buried between the cheeks of her asshole.

"What, anal?" she gasped. "But you're huge!"

"Damn," groaned Cliff. "That's fucking hot!"

"Uh-huh," Cherri echoed in the background.

"You did tell me to use you like a filthy, nasty porn-star-slut, Director," I grinned, my girl-dick rubbing on her puckered asshole. "And that's what I plan to do!"

I thrust.

Her eyes bulged.

I groaned as I sank into her velvety bowels. It was so wonderful to delve deeper and deeper into her delicious, heavenly grip. It was incredible. Pleasure rushed down my shaft as I sank deeper and deeper into her anal sheath.

She groaned, her tits jiggling. Her legs squeezed my breasts together as they spasmed. Her bowels clamped down on me, welcoming into their hot depths. Pleasure rippled up my futa-dick to my pussy. My snatch grew juicier and juicier.

"Mmm, that's good. That's a hot, tight hole you got. You're just all around me. I love it!" I grinned at her, squeezing her tits again. "Do you love it, director? Do you want me fucking my girl-dick in and out of your asshole until you cum?"

"I… I…" She squirmed, her face twisting with pleasure, her bowels stirring around my girl-dick. "I do!"

I groaned and drew back. Then I rammed into her. I buried to the hilt in her bowels. It was incredible. I savored that joy of being engulfed by her again and again. I fucked her hard, her wet pussy smacking into my blonde bush every time I plunged into her. I shuddered, breathing in so deeply, loving this moment so much.

I fucked her hard while the camera recorded it all. Cliff was behind me, getting that low angle. My pussy tingled, on display. My juices trickled down my thighs as I thrust cock harder and deeper into her bowels. I speared into her with all my power.

"Oh, fuck, this is incredible!" groaned Valarie. "I'm going to cum from getting fucked up the ass! I can't believe this!"

"You better!" I panted, my breasts heaving, the sides robbing against her calves. I hugged her legs tight to my chest as I pumped away. My pussy clenched with each thrusting her bowels. "I want you exploding!"

"Yes, yes, yes!" she gasped, clenching down her bowels.

The friction was incredible. I wanted to cum, but it wasn't time. I had to hold off. Be professional. I shuddered, such naughty ideas burning through my mind as I buried deep and hard into her bowels. I groaned, loving every moment of plowing into her. She had such a delicious, velvety grip about my dick.

My futa-cock ached. The pressure built and built at the tip. I wanted to explode in her. To just flood her with so much of my spunk. It left me dizzy. I groaned, fighting off that rapture, but it was so hard. She felt so good about me.

I buried into her harder, faster. My girl-cock churned her up. My eyes rolled back in my head. Such rapture. Such wondrous, delicious rapture spilled through me. I grunted and groaned as I fucked her hard and fast. I plundered into her with all my might.

"It's building!" she groaned. "Oh, yes, I'm such a porn-star-slut, Becky!"

"You going to cum on my big futa-dick?" I asked. "Huh? Just from getting butt-fucked by me?"

"So hard!" Her breasts shook. She arched her back, almost bucking off the seat. Her bowels clenched so hard on me. "Just a few more strokes."

"Mmm, make her pop, Becky!" Cherri shouted.

I threw a look over my shoulder and saw the porn star furiously masturbating her shaved pussy. Her large tits bounced and jiggled as she watched. She had four fingers pumping in and out of that cunt, her juices spilling out of her as she drove herself towards her orgasm.

I was finally going to make her cum. I just had to fuck the director to do it.

I groaned, my hips thrusting hard. My tits heaved from the force of my thrusts. My crotch smacked into Valarie's wet pussy. Her cream soaked my bush covering my pubic mound. I loved it. My girl-dick throbbed in her bowels, my ovaries begging to unleash another load of my futa-cum.

"Fuck!" gasped the director, her dark eyes bulging. "Oh, my fucking god, I'm cumming!"

Her bowels rippled about my cock.

She gasped out loud as her orgasm burned through her. I plowed into her spasming depths. I wanted to cum so badly, but I held off. I savored her rapture burning around her, the way she gasped and moaned as she rippled about my girl-dick. Her pussy squirted cream, drenching my crotch and soaking down to my hot pussy.

So hard not to cum. I groaned, straining against it. I couldn't take much more of her asshole. I would explode in her. And that wasn't where I should erupt. This was porn. I needed the money shot. I had to jizz all over her face.

I ripped my cock out of her convulsing asshole. Her legs fell off my shoulders. I seized her by the ponytail and hauled her trembling body off the couch. She groaned as she landed on the carpeted knees before me, her mouth open wide.

I rammed my dirty dick into her mouth. I knew this would make such a hot porno.

"Suck my cock clean, you filthy, nasty porn-star-slut!" I howled.

She groaned. Her mouth sucked as I fucked my dick in and out of her. The pressure shot down to my ovaries. That brief reprieve ripping out of her asshole gave me was just enough to keep me from erupting the moment I entered her mouth.

Her tongue danced across my shaft, buffing my dirty dick. She sucked her sour musk off of it, her dark eyes glassy as they stared up at me. She moaned, making such obscene sounds as she loved my dick. Her hands gripped my hips.

"Yes, yes, yes, you're cleaning my dick, director."

"Yes, she is!" squealed Cherri. "Oh, my fucking god, yes! That's so hot!"

I glanced at her and smiled seeing the porn star bucking and squirming as she came. Her pleasure burned across her face. Her tits heaved as her orgasm burned through her. It was clear the pleasure rushed through her body. Her eyes fluttered as she cried out her rapture.

It made me want to cum.

The cameramen men moved in, capturing the scene from both sides. The director sucked with all her might. That ache surged to the tip of my girl-dick. I couldn't hold back any longer. I had to unleash my spunk.

I ripped out of her mouth.

"Yes, yes, yes, cum on my face, Becky!" snarled the director as I fisted my dick.

"Fuck, yes!" I howled as my cum spurted out of my now-cleaned futa-cock.

My jizz splashed in pearly lines across her face. The fast pumping of my hand up and down my shaft caused my tip to dance around. I sprayed her, drenched her. She opened her mouth, capturing a load of my salty cum on her tongue. She whimpered.

I coated her in my jizz. I made her my porn-star-slut. I loved it. A dizzy wave washed through me as my toes curled. Stars burst across my vision. The pleasure surged through my body. Pussy cream flooded down my thighs as the twin delights melted my mind.

And the cameras captured it all.

"Mmm, yes, yes, yes," groaned the director as I squeezed out the last drop of cum onto her forehead. "I was such a whore for you, Becky."

"That's how you make porn," I told her, giving her a huge grin.

"Uh-huh," she panted.

I fell to my knees and kissed her hard. I tasted the jizz on her lips, more smearing onto my cheeks as we held each other. I shivered, Cherri whimpering in the background. It was so hot. I came down from my orgasmic high snowballing my jizz back and forth while the camera immortalized it forever.

Valarie broke the kiss, her dark eyes dazed. "And cut…"

"That was the hottest fucking thing in the world," Dirk Magnum groaned. "Shit, I am ready to double-team Cherri with Becky."

"Mmm, so am I," Cherri said.

I sucked in a deep breath, eager to continue, when Jean, the script girl, burst to her feet. "Holy shit! Becky… I didn't know you were running for president."

"What?" I blinked.

"It's streaming on CNN right now," Becky said, flipping her phone around. "The Futanari Party has just announced that you won their nomination for president and that you are going to be on the ballet in all fifty states. They are saying you have more than a 60% chance of beating both the Republican and Democratic candidate."

The world spun around me as I groaned, "Futanari Party? That's a thing?"

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April 17th, 2047

"So that's how you found out you won the nomination for president?" Adelia asked, arching an eyebrow. "On a porno set?"

I shifted. "Would you believe I had never even heard of the Futanari Party?" I asked. "I had no idea there was a whole movement to elect me as president. The two main parties never approached me, and I stayed away from politics. I was too… consumed with my pleasures. Just… existing. While I was fucking, the Futanari Party was waiting until I was over thirty-four so I could legally become president, then they attacked the world for the 2036 elections. Right before the Democratic convention opened in August, they announced it like I was already onboard."

"And they never spoke to you?" she asked.

"Not once. I learned that was my daughters', Lola and Rebecca's, doing. Those two had gotten way into politics, I guess. They grew up with their Uncle Kurt being the man who… triggered my change while their mothers were the first and second women I ever bedded. They, along with a few other of my daughters, spearheaded the campaign to get me on the ballet in every one of the fifty states. And that was no easy feat for a third party candidate."

"Wow," Adelia said. "I had no idea."

"They don't like being in the spotlight," I said. "They don't take after me in that way."

A laughter rippled through the crowd.

"It hit me, though, in that moment after just fucking the director, what it would mean if I won. This… weight fell on me. I know, it's so cliché, but I could feel it. All this pressure. I would be expected to lead our country, make smart policy, and to improve both America and the world. And what was I doing?

"Making porn.

"Wasting my life. I could have used my influence with women, my status as a celebrity, to try and do something meaningful, and blew my chance. I was thirty-seven then, a futa for nearly nineteen years, and my biggest accomplishment was a beauty pageant. I needed to kick myself into motion."

"So, what did you do?"

"I marched out of the porno set in a hurry. It's the reason the original movie was never finished, and they slapped together Futa Fucks the Director to make something out of it."

"Plus you fucking Valarie was hot.

I smiled. "It was. Anyways, I didn't care about finishing. I had to figure things out. I needed to study about the issues. You know, figure what my politics even were and bone up on current events. I couldn't be a slacker any longer. I couldn't fuck this up. I knew I would win. Enough of the women of America loved me that I would have almost all their votes, and I was sure there would be more than few men who thought it would be progressive to elect the first futanari president. I didn't want to be like some of our past presidents who were just fools and buffoons.

"I would be more than a celebrity. I would make meaningful change."

"When we come back from our commercial break, we'll start talking about Becky's the road to becoming president," Adelia said. "We'll discuss the campaign trails, the highs of winning, that exultant moment when she took the oath of office. We'll find out how being president changed her, and get all those juicy questions you want to know."

"Like what was it like to fuck the Prime Minister of the UK?" I asked, a naughty smile on my lips, my futa-dick throbbing hard.

"Your first international 'incident,'" Adelia said, her eyes dewy. Her thighs pressed tight. "Yes, yes, definitely that. So stick around, our stream will resume after a word from our sponsors."

The red lights on the cameras went off.

"Oh, my god, I need to be fucked so badly, Becky," Adelia moaned. "Please, please, Madam President, I need your dick in me right now! It was so hot hearing about the game show, the reality show, and… and… making my favorite porno."

I was about to say something when a voice cleared. I looked up to see my pregnant wife, Sharron, standing over me. Her strawberry-blonde hair framed her determined face, her blue eyes twinkling. I grinned at her, my girl-dick throbbing.

"I'm horny, Becky," Sharron said, her words firm, "and you haven't made me cum in a while. At least a few commercial breaks. I need it right now."

"Sorry, Adelia," I said. "When Sharron takes charge, well, I just have to let her enjoy herself."

"You love it," my young wife said, a naughty grin playing on her lips.

"Fine, fine." Adelia sighed. "Well, you have two minutes, Sharron. Then I have to steal your wife back to talk about her presidency."

The END of This Tale of the World's First Futa