by Reed James
Right now, I just wanted to drown in her juices.
I stroked my dick, squeezing out the last bliss as her pussy flooded my mouth with her passions. Her screams echoed through the reception room, her hips bucking. I shuddered, another ripple of rapture washing out of my pussy.
I made the naughty wife cum.
My dick still throbbed in my hand as she let out her last moan. I was a futa. I could fuck and fuck. We had our first client today. My mind swam from my orgasm and the change in my fortune. A thrill, like the buzz from alcohol, washed over me.
I rose, staring at Meaghan's torn nylons. The dark-brown fabric clung to her thighs and to her right butt-cheek, while the fabric parted around the left butt-cheek and her pussy. I squeezed both cheeks, pulling them apart, exposing her puckered, brown opening.
It was time to celebrate.
“Are you fucking my ass?” groaned Meaghan.
“Yes,” I panted, staring at her winking sphincter. She squirmed as I slid my cock, dribbling with cum, up the lips of her pussy, gathering her juices. “I'm celebrating our first client.”
“Mrs. Woodward could walk in at any minute,” groaned Meaghan as I slid my dick through her taint and between her butt-cheeks. “We can't do this right now.”
“Sure we can.” My dick ached as I throbbed against her flesh. I had to bury in her. I couldn't resist. We had a client.
“But—”
Her protest cut off as I slammed my dick into her tight, hot, velvety bowels. I groaned as I sank into her depths. Between her pussy juices and the abundant precum futa-dicks produced, my shaft knifed into her well-lubed bowels. I had broken her in already, stretching her asshole out.
“Fuck!” she gasped, always cursing the worse when she was fucked. I never heard her curse otherwise. “Oh, fuck, Priscilla. Damn, that's good. Fuck my ass.”
“What about the client?” I giggled, savoring the feel of my dick buried all the way into her velvety depths.”
“Fuck the client,” she panted, squirming. She tossed a look over her shoulder. “Just fuck my ass. Oh, God, that's good. I love your cock.”
“Slutty wife,” I moaned as I drew back my shaft.
She shivered and nodded her head. “I am such a slut,” she smiled. “Such a slutty, wicked wife. My Pastor has no idea. My husband thinks I'm a saint. And the women at church... if they knew the delights I tasted... they would be apoplectic.”
“And jealous?” I groaned as I thrust forward, sliding deep into her again.
“Yes!”
My groin smacked her ass. I savored the slap of flesh as I thrust over and over into my married paralegal. Her sweet bowels were one of the perks of being my own boss. Having my own fuck-toy. It was amazing.
She grunted every time I slammed into her. Her arms stretched out across the desk, her cheek pressed against the cool material. She groaned and spasmed, knocking papers and objects off her desk as I pounded her bowels.
The friction gripped my cock, massaging it, shooting warm bliss down my shaft. My pussy dripped, my juice soaking my thighs down to my stockings. They were wet, clinging to my legs. Every thrust clenched my pussy, releasing more juices.
“Yes, yes, yes,” I gasped, my hips thrusting faster as the ache built in the depths of my cock. “Mmm, yes. That's it. Take my cock, slut. Take it.”
“I am! I love it! Keep fucking my ass! Shit! You're so thick!”
“You're husband has no idea you love to be sodomized.”
“Love it!” Meaghan shuddered, her head tossed. “Love it so much!”
She came. Her bowels clenched on my cock. I groaned and smacked her bare ass-cheek as the bliss filled me. My fingernails scratched at her butt as such sweet friction shot pleasure down my cock. I ached. My orgasm swelled.
“You fucking slut,” I panted. “You came.”
“So hard!”
I slammed into her bowels. The front door to the office opened.
I froze as a blast of arctic air washed around me. A woman stood in the doorway, framed by the early morning sun. She was a backlit shadow. I groaned, my dick throbbing in Meaghan's ass. My paralegal gasped, struggling to bolt up even as she kept cumming.
The door closed. I gripped Meaghan's ass as I studied the woman. Older, in her forties, but still beautiful. She took care of herself. She opened her designer, pink coat, revealing a lush body in a tight, gray dress, a necklace of pearls about her throat. Her eyes fixed on me, stern, powerful.
A woman used to getting what she wanted.
“Mrs. Woodward?” I groaned.
She arched an eyebrow, staring at my girl-dick buried into Meaghan's ass. “Don't stop on my account,” she purred, pulling off her coat and setting it on a coat rack. She took a seat, crossing her gorgeous, tanned legs. “Continue. It must be very important for you to do this.”
“Very important,” I groaned and drew back.
Her lips curled into a smile at the sight of my thick dick sliding in and out of Meaghan's ass. My paralegal gasped and groaned, turning her head away. I caught a glimpse of crimson cheek. Embarrassment suffused her.
And that tightened her bowels on my dick. It was almost agony to fuck her.
Sweet agony.
“I'm Priscilla,” I groaned. “And this is my paralegal Meaghan.”
“And do you always sodomize her?”
“Whenever I can,” I gasped, stroking harder.
“And she's married,” laughed Mrs. Woodward. “How wicked.”
Meaghan groaned and squirmed.
“Yes, she is,” I laughed. “Her husband's dick isn't anywhere near as big as mine.”
“No, no. Not too many men could compete with that monster.” The lust in her voice spurred me to fuck faster. My tits jiggled in my bra.
“Priscilla,” groaned Meaghan, her voice tight. “Please.”
“Please keep fucking your ass until you cum again, slut?” I buried into her tight ass. “Huh?”
She squirmed. “No, no. We have to... stop!”
“But you don't want to stop,” I groaned. And I knew I didn't want to stop.
“Enjoy yourself, darling,” Mrs. Woodward purred. “I won't say a word to anyone. It's all confidential in a law office. Privileged.”
“Yes, yes,” I gasped, my hips thrusting harder, my orgasm building. “Privileged.”
Her bowels were so tight. I tossed back my head, my brown curls bouncing. I moaned, the pleasure building. Her ass was so hot. So amazing. The friction writhed through me. I trembled and gasped, straining against my orgasm. I wanted Meaghan to have another orgasm.
I moaned through my teeth, struggling to keep from erupting as I pounded her over and over. She groaned and gasped. Her back arched. Her own fingernails scratched at the wood of her desk. Her hips bucked.
“Cum on her dick,” Mrs. Woodward said, her voice throaty. “Satisfy your boss.”
“Fuck!” Meaghan groaned. “This is... too much. I can't... Yes!”
Her orgasm burst through her. She spasmed hard on the desk, gasping wordlessly as the rapture consumed her. Such heat and pressure constricted around my dick. I gasped, slamming into her depths, no longer having to fight my bliss.
I came just as hard as Meaghan.
My pussy exploded with juices. They gushed down my thighs as my dick erupted. Each blast flooded my slut's ass. I gasped, tossing back my head. The room swam around me. My head lolled then locked onto Mrs. Woodward.
The older beauty licked her lip like a hungry cat. Her eyes burned as she watched me while her nipples tented the front of her dress. She squeezed her thighs tight, rocking as she stimulated her clit. She loved what she was seeing.
It shot my orgasm to new heights.
Another load of cum exploded from my dick. I had never cum so fast with my cock. The first orgasm had barely ended when I was pumping another blast into Meaghan's ass. The paralegal gasped, my cum flooding her. I filled her up. My cum spurted around the sides of my dick and ran down the crack of her ass.
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sp; I gasped and swayed, the pleasure carrying me to wonderful heights. And then it ended.
Panting, I smiled at Mrs. Woodward. “So, you're looking to get a divorce?”
The woman laughed. Even as she laughed, she remained aloof and refined, a woman used to society's niceties, at home at cocktail parties, charity dinners, and vacations at the Hamptons or the sun-kissed beaches of the French Riviera.
“That is exactly why I am here.”
I pulled my cock from Meaghan's ass. My paralegal hesitated, glancing at my cock. Normally she sucked me clean after I had used her ass, but we did have a client. I let my dick shrink into a clit. Mrs. Woodward's smile twitched and her eyes almost widened before she calmed her face back into pristine marble.
“Fetch a legal pad,” I told Meaghan. “Let's go to my office and talk, Mrs. Woodward.”
“Phoebe,” she answered, extending a hand, her slim wrist clad in a diamond tennis bracelet.
I shook it, her grip firm. She was a dangerous woman. Rich. And she wanted me to represent her? “I would have thought you had a lawyer on retainer.”
“Not my own,” she sighed. “An oversight. I never really thought William would divorce me.”
I held the door open that led to the small hallway. “It never crossed your mind?”
“Well, I thought the prenuptial agreement was iron-clad.”
“And then a judge threw it out?” I asked.
“William cited duress, claiming he only signed it because he loved me and wanted to marry me.”
“A common tactic. They are not nearly as iron-clad as people think. Any contract signed under duress is not legal.”
“Duress,” she snorted. “Like my husband has ever been coerced to do anything. And my stupid lawyer didn't fight it properly. I suspect William's hand. I can't trust any of the big law firms. They all represent William, his businesses, or his friends.”
“Are you certain or paranoid?”
“Paranoid,” she admitted. “But... you don't work for any major law firm. Not any longer. And futa. I've heard of your kind. I was... intrigued.”
“I won't disappoint.”
“You haven't so far.” Then she gave a wicked laugh.
Meaghan waited in my office, sitting cross-legged on a chair to the side of my desk. Her nylons had runs in them. I smiled. I had wrecked those nylons. She held a legal pad and gave me a flushed smile. I walked around my desk and sat down, crossing my thighs. They were sticky with my juices.
I loved the feeling.
“So what do you want to get out of the divorce?” I asked. “Assets?”
Her eyes lit up. “I want to humiliate William.”
An idea popped into my head. “Well, that may be arranged. But first, why is he divorcing you? Another woman?”
“There have been dozens of other women.” Phoebe waved her hand. “I never begrudged him his mistresses and whores, and he never minded the pool boys or chauffeurs who found their way to my bed. And then he met Jessamine.”
She said the name with a venomous sneer.
“He loves her. Can you believe that? A twenty-four-year-old slip of a girl. She's pretty, sure, especially with her skin. She's half-Black, and it makes her exotic and lovely all at the same time. But... still.” She looked down at her firm, tight body; her breasts large, probably augmented. “I'm not ugly.”
“No, you're not,” I said, smiling at her.
“I didn't think twice when I met his newest executive assistant. He always hired the attractive ones. I'm sure more than a few took dictation literally. And now he wants to replace me. With that little fluff. He has proof of my various affairs and he's using that to garner sympathy. I'll be lucky to get $10 million.”
Meaghan coughed.
“Well, we can't have that, can we?” I grinned, my plan bubbling. Jessamine, what a pretty name. My clit throbbed. “I can definitely help you, Phoebe. Money, humiliation, everything.”
“How will we humiliate him?” She leaned forward.
“Cuckold him for starters.”
“He never cared when I cheated on him.”
“But he's in love,” I grinned. “And once we've cuckolded him, he'll be begging to give you everything you want in the divorce.”
“Really?” Skepticism tingled in her voice.
“I'm a futa.” I leaned forward. “Aphrodite gave me magic.”
“Who's Aphrodite? Is she a new psychic in town? Is she good? The girl who writes my horoscope is rubbish.”
I shook my head. Who had never heard of the Greek Goddess of Love and Beauty? “I'll introduce you to her. How would you like to be a futa?”
Her eyes flicked down to my desk, trying to see through the wood to my crotch. To my futa-dick. “It can be... given? You're not... a freak?”
“I was born a woman, like you. I was gifted my futa-cock by the Goddess. And she can give it to you.”
Meaghan stared wide-eyed at me.
“And if I had a cock, I would have to test it out, make sure it works.”
“You can fuck Meaghan,” I purred. “She'll be more than happy to let you. She's a slut for futa-dick.”
Meaghan blushed and squirmed, her wedding ring glinting on her hand.
“And what about you? Can I fuck you?”
“Absolutely,” I purred, my pussy clenching. “I want to make sure you're happy. It's my job. You're my client. Or, you will be once I get a retainer from you for, say, $10,000.”
“Absolutely.” She pulled out her purse, grabbed a checkbook, and wrote. I glanced at Meaghan and she darted out of the room to get the client paperwork, the back of her skirt soaked with my cum, a delicious wet spot.
My clit throbbed and I squirmed as I guided Phoebe through signing the paperwork, eager to play. The $10,000 retainer would help get me afloat, and I was sure I would have plenty more to bill her. She signed the paperwork and I promised to send her a draft of my plan for humiliating her husband and getting her her money.
“Now make me a futa,” she said, standing up. She turned her back to Meaghan. “Unzip me, slut.”
I moved out from behind my desk, unbuttoning my blouse. I had never summoned Aphrodite before, but I knew the spell. It was one of a handful Lillian had taught me. Phoebe's tits were encased in a lacy bra. They were large and firm. Meaghan unsnapped the bra and a pair of round breasts with fat nipples were revealed.
They were as tan as the rest of her.
I purred in delight as Phoebe stepped out of her thong, her pussy shaved. I quickly undressed down to my thigh-high stockings, my dick thrusting out before me. I stroked the landing strip of brown hair as Phoebe licked her lips.
“You have to kneel.”
“Kneel?” Phoebe arched an eyebrow before she knelt. Her body was firm and toned. She worked hard to look gorgeous. Now she wouldn't have to. Once Aphrodite blessed her and made her a futa, she would have perfect beauty.
I took a deep breath, the words spilling through my mind, and prayed, “Oh, great Goddess! Light of womanhood, the most beautiful, perfect being in all creation, one comes before you desiring to join your Sisterhood. I fervently wish that you would grant your divine gift and ask that you judge Phoebe worthy and choose her to be your disciple! Grant her admittance into your sacred sisterhood, Goddess of Love and Beauty.”
The lights flickered out. The windows, covered in winter's frost, steamed. A presence entered the room. The Goddess. Meaghan gasped, her hands clutching to her breasts. She had never really believed in Aphrodite, clinging to her Christianity despite the sins we shared daily.
She fell to her knees, too, as the Goddess strode through the room, the air boiling to outline her shape. Large breasts, curvy hips, and a thick cock thrusting towards Phoebe's lips. Awe fell over the older woman, wiping away her confident arrogance. Her face became radiant.
She opened wide and swallowed her goddess's dick.
I groaned, my dick throbbing as I felt the powerful pulses of Aphrodite's orgasm. Her loving seed pumped into Phoebe'
s mouth and triggered the transformation. Phoebe groaned and shuddered, swallowing fast, gulping down the thick jizz over and over.
I trembled in awe at the sight.
Phoebe's dick sprouted, thick and throbbing. I grasped my hard shaft, stroking it, as I stared at her new cock. I lunged forward, between the Goddess's legs, and wrapped my mouth about the tip of Phoebe's new cock. Heat boiled out of her cock.
Jizz erupted into my mouth.
Sweet, delicious, wonderful jizz. It spilled across my tongue. A flood of warmth. I swallowed as Phoebe moaned her orgasm about Aphrodite's shaft. Her dick pulsed over and over. So much cum. So salty and wonderful. My hand flew up and down my dick.
And then Aphrodite left. The lights turned back on.
“Holy shit,” Phoebe panted, staring down at me as I sucked the last drops of cum from her cock. “I came like a man. It was...”
“Amazing?” I finished after popping my lips from her shaft.
She nodded her head, her body shaking. “I'm still so hard. So horny. I need to cum again.”
I turned around, kneeling before her and wiggling my shaved pussy at her. My dick dangled between my thighs, smacking my legs. The tip dripped precum while my juices ran down my shaft. Phoebe moaned at the sight of me.
“So hot,” she purred then leaned forward and licked at my pussy. The tingles raced to my dick. “Oh, my god, this is amazing.”
“Goddess,” I corrected. “You serve the Goddess now.”
“I do,” she panted, moving behind me. I groaned as the tip of her dick brushed against the petals of my pussy. “You're so warm.”
“Wait until you're in me,” I panted, then glanced at Meaghan. She had hiked her up her skirt and was rubbing her pussy through the torn gap of her pantyhose. I licked my lips. “Meaghan, come over here. Kneel before me. Let me like that ass clean.”
“Oh, that's so filthy,” panted Phoebe, still stroking her cock up and down my pussy, nudging my folds. “Do it, slut.”
The married woman hurried before me. She fell to her knees before me, presenting her ass, crack smeared with cum. I licked my lips, savoring the messy sight. Then I pressed my face into her pussy and ran my tongue up her sweet snatch to her taint, the salty delight of my cum adding to the flavor her cunt.
