The World’s First Futa – Futa’s Naughty Jobs
Chapter Three: Futa’s First Naughty Movie
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2018
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 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 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 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 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 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 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 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