Futa Divorce Lawyer Collection

by Reed James

  What a wonderful, wicked sensation.

  “Oh, yes,” Jessamine grasped, popping her lips off Phoebe's nipple. “Oh, wow, that's amazing. Keep licking my pussy. Mmm, sucking Mrs. Woodward's big, thick cock made me so wet. Oh, yes, I need to cum.”

  My fingers shoved beneath her ass, my nails scratching at the nylons. I tore through them as I tongued her pussy. I fucked deep into her snatch, probing her, driving the woman wild as her head squirmed and her hand stroked Phoebe's cock. The cougar purred in delight, playing with Jessamine's nipples.

  I pushed aside the torn nylons, probing my fingers into her butt-crack. Jessamine gasped when I brushed her sphincter. She humped into my licking mouth, gasping and panting. I forced my finger to sink a knuckle into her hot depths.

  “Oh, fuck, my ass!” Jessamine's sphincter clenched. She bucked. “Yes, yes, yes!”

  The young woman came. A tsunami of tangy pussy juices tried to drown me. They washed over my face as she bucked and screamed her bliss. I pressed my lips into her folds, drinking her juices, savoring her hot, sticky passion while I wormed my finger deeper into her asshole. My dick ached, eager to be buried in her sweet holes.

  “Finger my ass! So good!”

  “Has my husband ever fucked your ass?” Phoebe asked.

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

  “Smart girl.” Phoebe tugged on her nipple. She looked up at one of the cameras and said, “I'm going to fuck your asshole. I'm going to plunder it.”

  “Yes,” gasped Jessamine, bucking harder, cumming again. “Yes, yes, yes.”

  My dick ached. I had to be in her. I seized Jessamine, pulling the spasming girl over my body as I stretched out on my back. Her breasts pressed into mine as she spasmed and groaned, her pussy hot and wet on my cock.

  “Ride me, slut,” I hissed, smacking her ass.

  “What?” Jessamine's eyes were lidded with exhausted bliss.

  “Fuck me, slut!” I pinched her ass.

  She let out a squeak of pain and bolted upright. “Yes!”

  Jessamine grasped my cock. She rose on her hips, guiding me between her thighs. She rubbed her flesh against my dick. I groaned and bit my teeth. Her cunt was exquisite. I groaned as she rubbed it against my flesh, teasing me.

  And then she sank down on me.

  I groaned as her hot, tight cunt gripped me. I grinned as Jessamine moaned her bliss, loving my dick. I couldn't wait for Mr. Woodward to watch this tape. I burned to see the asshole's humiliation as the woman he loved became his wife and her lawyer's slut.

  “Fuck her ass,” I gasped, grasping Jessamine's butt-cheeks and parting them for Phoebe. “Ram your dick in. Aphrodite gave you enough precum to lube the way. Trust me, the slut will love it.”

  “Yes, yes, yes,” Jessamine gasped, bucking on my cock. “Pound my ass.”

  Phoebe groaned and sank down. She slammed her dick into the slut's ass. Jessamine's back arched as her bowels were filled. Her pussy grew so tight. I felt Phoebe's dick sliding into Jessamine's bowels, our shafts separated by only thin membranes. My dick throbbed as our cocks slid together.

  Jessamine bucked and shuddered between us. I thrust up into her cunt as Phoebe thrust down into the slut's bowels. Jessamine gasped and screamed. Her breasts bounced before me as her hips worked, sliding both her holes up and down our cocks.

  “Oh, fuck, that's so good! I've never been double-fucked. Holy shit, yes! Two girl-dicks are in me! It's the best. I've never felt anything like this. Oh, yes. Oh, fuck. Oh, my god!”

  My dick ached in her pussy. I throbbed, loving the feel of Phoebe's shaft sliding in and out of Jessamine's bowels. Phoebe grunted with every thrust. Her face, floating over Jessamine's head, twisted in pleasure.

  “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” gasped Phoebe. “Oh, yes, she's so tight. Oh, damn, I love fucking my husband's mistress! This is so hot!”

  “Keep fucking me!” gasped Jessamine. “Oh, yes. Oh, damn, this is amazing. I can't... oh, fuck!”

  Her eyes rolled back in her head when she came. She slumped on me, bucking and spasming. Her pussy convulsed hard about my dick. I kept thrusting my hips, burying my cock over and over into her spasming cunt. Her tits rubbed on mine as she thrashed on me, screaming out her bliss in wordless passion.

  “Shit,” Phoebe gasped, thrusting so hard, her huge tits bouncing. “Holy shit, she came so hard.”

  “Uh-huh,” I groaned, biting my lip. “Oh, yes. Oh, wow. Mmm, that's it. I'm going to flood the slut's cunt.”

  “Me, too.” Phoebe buried her cock into Jessamine's ass. “I'm cumming in her ass! You hear that, you asshole! I'm cumming in your slut's ass and she loves it!”

  “Yes!” Jessamine moaned.

  My dick throbbed. The words were so hot. I grunted, thrusting my hips up and burying my shaft into Jessamine's tight, inviting depths. I grunted and groaned. My dick erupted. The pleasure rushed through me.

  As I thrashed, I stared at the camera, a huge smile on my face. I couldn't wait for the asshole to watch us flood Jessamine's ass. We soiled the woman he loved. Jessamine gasped and groaned, bucking on us, her pussy and asshole milking our dicks.

  “Damn,” the slut groaned. “Oh, I need more of your cocks. You can keep fucking me, right? You're both so hard.”

  “Oh, yes, we'll keep fucking you, slut,” I laughed.

  Tomorrow would be so hot. The final piece of my plan—watching Phoebe fuck her gender-swapped husband. The final piece of his humiliation and emasculation.

  My dick throbbed in Jessamine's cunt. “Get on your hands and knees,” I ordered. “It's my turn to fuck your ass.

  To be continued...

  The Cuckold's Negotiations

  Futa Divorce Lawyer 3

  (A story of the Aphrodite Sisterhood Universe)

  by

  Reed James

  The Cuckold's Negotiation

  I called my client, Phoebe Woodward, as I drove through the wintry streets of New York. A dusting of snow drifted through the air, melting in an instant on my windshield. Meaghan, my married paralegal and lover, gave me a dirty look as I drove one-handed and held my iPhone to my ear with the other.

  “At least wear an earpiece, Priscilla,” Meaghan muttered.

  “I hate those things,” I shrugged. “Always pinch my ear.”

  “Better than getting in a car accident.”

  I rolled my eyes as my phone rang. Meaghan—sitting petite and prettily, her legs crossed, light-beige pantyhose clinging to her lush calves—did not know how to have fun. She was raised religiously, married her husband at nineteen and now in her early twenties, often did not know how to yank the stick out of her ass.

  Except when I fucked her. Then she relaxed. And she loved it when my cock replaced the stick.

  “I am a master driver,” I countered as I braked and came to a safe stop behind a taxi at the light. “I can drive one-handed through a hurricane while negotiating the most complicated contract you can imagine.”

  Meaghan rolled her eyes. I hated when she did that.

  But I would forgive her. She was so cute, her face youthful and framed by black hair, and her wedding ring glinted on her finger. Fucking a married woman behind her husband's back was satisfying. Just like fucking Jessamine, the lover of Phoebe's soon-to-be ex-husband. My clit throbbed at the memory of the hot menage last night.

  Phoebe and I had fucked Jessamine so hard in all her holes. We left her dripping in our futa-cum.

  Seducing Jessamine and cuckolding William Woodward was all part of my plan to get Phoebe the most advantage in her divorce proceedings. Her asshole husband thought to give her almost nothing, a paltry $10 million out of a net worth of billions. And all because he fell in love with the pretty face of Jessamine.

  Well, the half-Black, young woman did have a pretty face, great tits, and a curvy ass. She sucked cock with the best of them. My clit swelled an inch at the memory of her hungry mouth bobbing up and down on my shaft, her light-chocolate
hands roaming my ivory flesh while Phoebe pounded her hard from behind. The older woman, a sexy cougar with a huge pair of firm tits, had such a satisfied smile on her face as she cuckolded her husband.

  And the squeals Jessamine made... Mmm, wonderful. We immortalized the entire night on an SD card. It was all captured in full HD. I glanced at my purse. The disk was in there. Meaghan had spent an hour editing the footage of two different cameras together.

  The poor thing was randy as hell when we left my office, but we had to get going. No time for her to get satisfaction. Yet.

  “Hello,” the purring voice of Phoebe Woodward answered, finally picking up.

  “Did you cast the spell?” I asked her. Like me, Phoebe was a member of the Aphrodite Sisterhood and capable of performing magic.

  “I did.” She let out a wicked laugh. “Does the spell do what I think it does?”

  “It absolutely does,” I grinned, savoring the triumph as she kept laughing. “Are you on your way there?”

  “I am now. Jessamine inspired me to get one last blowjob. Poor thing's late to work. My husband is furious. You should have seen the text messages. He did not appreciate being stood up last night. I laughed every time she sent him a new excuse while riding my cock.”

  “Good,” I nodded.

  “You are worth every penny I am paying you.”

  “And today we're emasculating your husband.”

  Meaghan gave me a sharp, considering look. Her right hand played with the diamond on her wedding band. I smiled back at her as Phoebe laughed again. The older futa was eager for our surprise meeting.

  “Well, I'm almost there. I'll meet you in the parking garage and we'll go up together, okay?”

  “Sure, Priscilla. Mmm, I'm going to remember today until the day I die. Jessamine's cunt is going to cost him so much.”

  “The most expensive piece of ass in history.”

  She laughed at my quip. “Okay, my car's here. I'll be there soon. Bye.”

  The phone went dead.

  “I don't understand how showing Mr. Woodward his mistress's infidelity will make him less of an asshole,” Meaghan said. “What are you up to?”

  I reached out and patted her stocking-clad thigh right above her skirt's hem. She shuddered as I stroked her. “Trust me. I have a plan. I am great at negotiations. Is your pussy hot?”

  “Yes.” Her cheeks reddened. She squirmed. “I had to edit together your and Phoebe's sex tape.”

  “You wished you were Jessamine?”

  “You know I love it when you and Phoebe fuck my ass and pussy.” She squirmed again. “Damn, I need to cum.”

  I squeezed her thigh then released it. “Trust me, you will.”

  Meaghan bit her lower lip—she was so cute when she did that—for the last few minutes of our drive. I pulled into the parking garage of his building and found a place to park. We headed to the elevator, shivering in the cold, and waited for Phoebe.

  We should have stayed in my Mercedes. There were seat warmers.

  Finally, a black town car pulled up and a slim man in a suit rushed around to hold the door open for Phoebe. The blonde cougar stepped out, her large tits bouncing. She didn't even look at her chauffeur, just thrust a bill into his hand on her way to us, excitement burning in her blue eyes.

  “Phoebe,” I nodded, hitting the elevator button.

  “Priscilla, you are amazing. I can't believe we're really about to do this.”

  “Your husband deserves it,” I grinned. “He's an idiot for ever wanting to divorce such a lovely lady.”

  “And now we'll have him by the balls,” Phoebe laughed, her fingers curling.

  “Metaphorically speaking.” I smirked, my heels clicking on the pavement as I shifted. “When we're finished, he won't have any.”

  The elevator dinged and we entered. We had to change elevators several times to reach the top floor. Phoebe led the way. She knew the elevator system of the building far better than I did. We soon reached the 78th floor. A few people froze as we strode to her husband's office, recognizing Phoebe and growing nervous.

  She had a reputation.

  A frosted, glass door with “William Woodward, CEO” stenciled in gold lettering partitioned his office from the rest of the floor. We passed through it into his waiting room. A nervous Jessamine sat at her desk, the young woman squirming; her face a paler shade of chocolate this morning.

  “He's so angry with me,” Jessamine said. “He yelled at me like I was his employee and not his girlfriend.”

  “Well, do you really want to be his girlfriend?” Phoebe asked, leaning over the desk to stroke Jessamine's cheek.

  Jessamine shuddered and sighed. She licked her red lips. “Not after last night. I never came so hard. But...”

  “He's rich and you thought you were in love.” Phoebe leaned in. “But he won't be rich for long.” Phoebe captured Jessamine's lips in a kiss. The young woman closed her dark eyes, tilted her head, and moaned.

  My clit ached as I watched Phoebe's hips sway back and forth, covered in a tight skirt. A hot shudder ran from my dripping pussy through my body. My nipples ached in my bra. I couldn't wait to march into Mr. Woodward's office and humiliate him.

  I cleared my throat when the kiss went on too long.

  Phoebe's futa-cock sprouted and tented the front of her skirt. The older futa shuddered and smiled at the effect she had on Jessamine. The young woman shook her head as she gasped for breath. She wore no bra and her hard nipples tented the front of her blouse.

  “Damn,” Meaghan whispered. “I wish my husband kissed like that.”

  “He's a man,” I sneered and walked to the door that led to Mr. Woodward's office. “Jessamine, it's time.”

  The woman's eyes widened. “You're really going in there to... to... show him... what we did last night?”

  “Yes, we are.”

  “He'll get so angry.”

  “I can handle him.” I was looking forward to it. I called Lillian last night, and she taught me the perfect spell.

  Jessamine stood, smoothing her tight skirt. She had black nylons cladding her legs—I approved. She marched to the door and knocked gently, trembling. She paused, then knocked again, a little louder this time.

  “Yes?” a man's voice boomed.

  Jessamine opened the door. His office was large. He had his own conference table—yesterday I sat there with Meaghan facing him and seven lawyers—a small lounge complete with a wet bar, shelves with books I doubt he ever read, and a huge desk before the windows, Manhattan laid out behind him.

  It was an amazing view.

  “What is...” His eyes narrowed. “Phoebe, what are you doing here? We don't have an appointment.”

  “Do I need an appointment to see my darling husband?” the cougar purred as she stalked through the office, trailed by Jessamine. I followed after, Meaghan at my side, her hands clutching the DVD she burned with the movie.

  “It's too early for your games,” he growled, standing up from his desk. “Jessamine, why did you let her in? You know better.”

  “Sorry, sir.”

  “Sir?” snorted Phoebe. “You're divorcing me so you can marry her, and she has to call you sir?”

  “It's nice when a woman understands her role.” His eyes narrowed on Phoebe. “A pity you forgot that lesson.”

  “Right. I'm too independent for you,” sneered Phoebe. “And it has nothing to do with how tight her young snatch is?”

  “Always the vulgar cunt. I never should have married you. My mother hated it.”

  “Your mother was South Boston trash who shed her accent and trapped your father into marriage by getting knocked up with you,” Phoebe answered, striding to the conference table. “Now are we going to talk about your mother or how you're going to give me everything you own?”

  He spluttered as he marched around his desk. “Jessamine, get my lawyers up here. It's time to disabuse my wife of the notion she's getting anything.”

  “He has seven,” I snorted. �
��They're very scary men.”

  “Now, Jessamine.”

  The young woman shot me a glance, her face twisted with indecision.

  “Now you don't want your lawyers to see what we have on this disk,” I said, pointing to Meaghan. “I think after you watch it, you'll be far more cooperative.”

  “What could you have possibly filmed?” demanded Mr. Woodward.

  “Oh, it's fascinating,” Phoebe said. “Sit down and watch.”

  He worked his jaw. “Jessamine, fetch me a cup of coffee then you can leave.”

  “Oh, she should stay.” Phoebe caught her wrist and pulled her to the table. “After all, she's starring in this.”

  His eyebrows furrowed. “So you have a tape of us? It won't change anything. I'll have it suppressed. Illegally obtained or some nonsense like that.”

  A large screen was built into the wall before the video conference. Meaghan uncovered a panel revealing a Blu-ray player and other devices. She turned the screen on and inserted the disk as Mr. Woodward sat down on the right side of his table in a comfortable chair. Phoebe and I sat down on the left.

  Then Phoebe pulled Jessamine down onto her lap. Jessamine's eyes widened and she squirmed on Phoebe's bulge. Her husband hadn't noticed the extra bit tenting Phoebe's skirt. But Jessamine felt it and she smiled as she squirmed.

  “What the fuck are you doing?” Mr. Woodward demanded of Phoebe as the DVD started playing.

  “Oh, my god,” Jessamine gasped through the speakers. On screen she stood staring at a naked Phoebe, the cougar's cock thrusting forward. “Oh, my god, Mrs. Woodward, I...”

  “Love your cock.” My voice sounded higher-pitch through the speakers. Did I actually sound like that or was the audio bad? On screen, I pushed Jessamine into the room while she nodded, her eyes locked on Phoebe's dick.

  “What the fuck is this?” roared Mr. Woodward. “What the fuck is that thrusting from your waist, Phoebe?”

  “A dick,” she answered. “And far bigger than yours.”

  “Far bigger,” Jessamine whispered then gasped and clasped her hands over her mouth.

  His eyes were locked on the screen as he watched his mistress stroke his wife's dick. Jessamine moaned in delight as she stroked Phoebe's dick. I undressed at the edge of the screen, my own dick coming into view.