Chapter 20: The Naughty Futa’s Punishment

Athena Pearce

The helicopter landed on the flight line near my private jet.

My stewardesses were waiting for me. They were two sixteen-year-old twins that I found through a modeling agency. They were German and as buxom as you could imagine. They wore slutty Bavarian outfits, those green skirts that barely covered their asses, the skirt’s waistband covering their stomachs. Suspender-like straps rose up to those shoulders. They should have white blouses on, but their tits were large and perky.

Just perfect.

“Fräulein,” Beata and Greta said to me as I reached the stairs. They had twinkles in their blonde eyes. “Guten Abend.”

“Evening.” I shuddered. “Which one of you is going to ride on my cock?”

“Is Greta’s turn,” Beata said, the one on the left. “I lick her pussy very good. Get her nice and juicy for you.”

I paused to lean in and kiss Beata, the underage beauty, on the lips. I tasted something sweet. That lingering musk of a teenage twat. I shuddered, my futa-cock throbbing beneath my skirt. I broke the kiss and nodded my head.

“I can taste how ready your sister is.”

“Wunderbar!” Beata cooed.

I headed up the stairs and took my seat. It was plush and comfortable. My pilots were getting to work. They were men, the best money could hire. I wasn’t taking any chances. Greta came up to me and straddled my waist. She pushed up my skirt and fished out my hard girl-dick, my balls aching. She grinned.

“I love your girl-dick very hard,” she said. “Mmm, make mein Fötzchen feel sehr gut.”

I loved her mix of English and German. “Sehr gut, ja?”

She grinned at me and then impaled her cunt down my cock. I groaned as my secretaries boarded. I never went anywhere without Minako or Virginia. They both were so gorgeous. Virginia took the seat beside me, her large tits jiggling. She was a blonde and buxom hottie, too, but her tits were not au naturel like the twins.

“Governor Peterson will meet with you tomorrow at 9 AM,” she said. “We’ll land somewhere around 6 AM EST.”

“Then we should have that little slut wrapped up in a bow by lunch,” I said, leaning back. “Tell the pilots to get us in the air as fast as air traffic control and safety will let them.” I had to be careful. If I said as fast as possible. They would just go for the nearest runway and not bother with any clearance or safety checks.

I made that mistake two days ago. Luckily, I realized it. So much mind-controlling that day.

I closed my eyes and let Greta’s pussy work up and down my girl-dick. This was the best way to fly. I would soon have Sasha Ford delivered back to my mistress just where the little slut belonged for stealing those panties.

She wouldn’t get away with escaping to Miami.

Sasha Ford

Escaping to Miami was the best idea I had ever had. There was no way that Mildred and Chloe and their mind-controlled bitches could find us here. We were on the other side of the world. I would have so much fun.

“So, Dad, which one do you want?” I asked as I stared at the two women kneeling before us.

One was Tamara Duval, a trophy wife with big, fake tits that had a lovely plumpness to her. She had collagen-injected lips to give them that ripeness and bedroom eyes. She was gorgeous, her body all tan, her pussy shaved. She made my girl-dick throb and my pussy clench.

Beside her was Champagne Duval, the fifteen-year-old daughter. She had wavy brown hair and tits just as big as her mother and just as fake. They were like a matching set. Champagne, too, had a tan and lush body, though she was slenderer.

She was still delicious.

“Daughter,” Dad said, staring at the fifteen-year-old girl. “Your mother didn’t have tits that delicious when she was fifteen.”

“And still don’t,” I said. I looked over my shoulder at Mom and my sister. They were getting their pussies devoured by the maid and the cook, both Latina women that were sexy but held not a candle to the trophy wife and her beauty pageant daughter.

It was so wonderful to meet the neighbors.

“Mrs. Duval, on your hands and knees. You two, baby slut.”

“Yes, Ms. Sasha!” both of them moaned. They turned around and presented their rumps to us. In the corner, Mr. Duval watched. He was an older man, heavyset, wearing a silk kimono for a bathrobe. He had a greasy look to him.

I wanted him far away, but it was hot as he watched his wife wiggling her ass at me. Her butt-cheeks clapped together. They were so plump. There was no way this woman didn’t have ass implants, too. There was nothing real about her.

But it was fine fucking work.

I smacked my futa-cock from butt-cheek to butt-cheek, watching that perfection ripple. Mrs. Duval moaned, her back arching. Her boobs peeked into view as they swayed from side to side. My dick twitched and throbbed.

This was the life.

“Mr. Ford!” gasped Champagne. Dad went right to fucking the little slut.

I grinned at him. I was so glad Dad was back with the family. My parents’ divorce was undone. The misunderstanding caused by that cunt next door, Mrs. Solomon, had been resolved. I might be a lesbian, but I was also a tomboy.

Dad was just more fun to hang out with than Mom.

Though Mom was more fun to fuck. I only fucked with Dad. I never touched him in that way. My sister did, though. Fawn was a little slut moaning as she had the cook swabbing her tight cunt. Mom’s whimpers joined them as the maid ate that muff.

I slid my cock down to the trophy wife’s cunt. I glanced over at Mr. Duval. “How does it feel to know that I’m going to fuck your wife’s cunt?”

“Wonderful,” he moaned. “You’re amazing Chloe. If anyone deserves to fuck my wife, it’s you. Fuck her hard. Pound her. Better you than her Pilates instructor.”

“My yoga instructor,” purred Mrs. Duval.

“The pool boy.”

“Oh, he’s fun to fuck,” the slut-wife moaned. “And there are the gardeners. Hector, Juan, and Ramon know how to take care of my hedges.”

“That why you got a bald?” I asked.

“Maybe.”

I slammed into her pussy. I buried to the hilt in Mrs. Duval’s whore-cunt. I loved the feel of her tight and hot snatch squeezing about me. She might be fucking every guy she could behind her husband’s back, but none of them had dicks as big as me.

She moaned, her back arching as she felt my girth stretching her apart. Her hot, married cunt welcomed me in. I loved every moment of it. I savored filling up her cunt with my big dick. My balls smacked into her clit.

“Fuck, you’re hung for a girl!” the MILF moaned.

“And you’re tight for a whore,” I panted. “Fuck, yes, I’m going to make you explode.”

“Do it!”

She squeezed her cunt around me as I drew back. My small breasts quivered as I slammed back into her. I loved the feel of her hot cunt squeezing around me. That wonderful snatch held me tight. I would have such a huge explosion of cum. I would pump all that jizz into her. just flood her with spurt after spurt of my jizz.

I slammed into her, fucking her hard. Her butt-cheeks rippled. Her cunt gripped me. The pleasure flowed to my own pussy. My balls drank in the heat, growing tighter and tighter with my every thrust into her snatch.

“Fuck, yes!” Dad groaned. “Champagne, you little slut, you’re no stranger to dick.”

“That’s how I win!” she moaned. “You got to fuck the judges or you’ll never get them to vote for you. And then there’s the after-party. All those rich, older pervs wanting our underage cunts. Why do you think they donate?”

“Shit!” Dad groaned.

“I know!” I gasped, pumping away at the trophy wife’s cunt. “You whored your daughter out, didn’t you?”

“Yes!” Mrs. Duval moaned. “I was there the first time they popped her cherry. I held her hand while that fat judge fucked her hard. And she won. They crowned my baby girl the hottest in the Everglades. Her first sash.”

“Mother of the fucking year!” I groaned, pounding her cunt. I buried to the hilt in her. “Why did you marry her, Mr. Duval?”

“I knocked her up,” groaned Mr. Duval. “Cheaper to marry her. And she’s hot. Even after having Champagne. Didn’t know how much of a whore she was, though. But she’s your whore now, Miss Sasha.

“That’s fucking right!”

“I am your whore!” gasped the naughty MILF, her cunt clenching down on my girl-cock.

I fucked into her hard and fast. I buried to the hilt in the slut’s cunt. I reveled in her pussy gripping my cock. She felt amazing. This wonderful pussy brought me closer and closer to that moment of eruption. I would have such a huge one. I would just explode with ecstasy. It would be incredible. A great burst of rapture that would erupt from me.

My balls smacked into her flesh. They cracked into her as Dad’s cracked into the whore’s daughter. I loved this pleasure. This amazing bliss that surged down my cock. It felt absolutely amazing to fuck the trophy wife before her husband.

“Oh, yes, yes,” Mom moaned. “Oh, that’s so nice. Mmm, you’re going to make me cum.”

“Si, señora!” the woman moaned. “You cum. Very good.”

“Yes, I’ll cum so very fucking good!” Mom groaned. “Now get that tongue in me. Yes yes, just like that.”

“This is so hot,” moaned my little sister. Fawn let out a gasp. “I’m cumming. Drink it! Drink all my cream.”

Dad grunted beside me, his hands squeezing Champagne’s big tits. He kneaded them. Squeezed them. He massaged them while she groaned and gasped out in delight. The sounds she made were so hot to hear. They had my cunt melting with joy.

I would have such a huge orgasm. I would erupt into the slut-mother’s cunt. I slammed hard into the trophy wife, fucking her with such uncontrolled rapture. Her pussy squeezed around my dick. She held me tight. Her cunt gripped me with that sweet passion.

“Oh, yes, yes, yes!” I groaned. “You ready for my jizz, whore?”

“I am!” Mrs. Duval moaned.

“Good!” I gasped and slammed to the hilt in her.

I erupted.

“Fuck!” Dad groaned. “Take it, you filthy, little slut!”

“Yes, yes, yes!” Champagne moaned. “You’re cumming in me. Oh, yes, yes, you’re spurting all that spunk into me.”

“It’s amazing!” Mrs. Duval moaned as my seed pumped into her pussy. I buried all that jizz into her snatch. I flooded her with my hot and thick girl-spunk. “You’re flooding me!”

Her pussy spasmed around me. The trophy wife’s cunt milked my dick. She worked out drop after drop of my cum from my girl-cock. I shuddered, my eyes rolling back in my head. A shiver ran through my body. It was incredible.

“Yes!” I moaned. “Oh, god, yes! I love being a futa!”

“You’re the best,” Fawn cried.

“Love you, Sasha.”

Dad looked over at me, grinning. “You are amazing.”

I beamed at him as the trophy wife’s hot cunt worked out every drop of cum that I had in my girl-nuts. I shuddered, pussy cream running down my thighs. I stretched my back and glanced at the clock. It was approaching noon.

“Who wants to turn South Beach into a fucking paradise?” I asked.

My family, of course, cheered. They always wanted to do what I did. They were great that way.

Athena Pearce

The limousine pulled up at the governor’s mansion. I was jet-lagged but excited. Sasha Ford’s flight from Mildred’s justice ended today. I uncrossed my legs and gripped my crotchless panties tight in my hand. After four days, they were still just as soaked as when I first came in them.

I pushed up my glasses as my driver opened the door. She was a sexy, young woman wearing a tight skirt and bustier top, a tie around her bare throat and dangling between her tits. Her sunglasses gave her that delicious, mysterious vibe that had my cunt clenching.

“Ms. Pearce,” she murmured. “Enjoy.”

“Ms. Pearce,” a man said. He appeared out of the front door of the governor’s mansion, older and balding. “Governor Peterson’s waiting for you.”

“Wonderful,” I said. “It’s Hawke, yes. His chief of staff.”

“I’m afraid so,” he said and chuckled.

I held up my panties and wafted them about his face. He groaned as he fell under my powers. “Lead me to him.”

“Of course, Ms. Pearce,” he said and hurried up the stairs.

I followed after, my heart beating. Sasha Ford was down in Miami. She had to be caught as fast as possible. I passed the stately doors and followed the man through the ornately furnished rooms. It had antique furniture that looked to date back two hundred or more years. Paintings on the walls depicted various events in Florida’s history from the Seminole Indians to the Spanish Conquistadors to the Civil War.

In a sitting room, Governor Peterson rose from a couch. He wore a blue suit and adjusted his tie. He had gray hair, a bald spot in the middle of his head he didn’t bother hiding. He thrust his hand forward as I approached him.

“Ms. Pearce, I am delighted to talk to you about the opportunities Florida can provide for a...” His words trailed off as he felt the panties I pressed into his proffered hand.

He stared at them. His brow furrowed. Then his nostrils twitched. He brought them to his face and breathed in deeply of my controlling musk. I smiled as he fell under my spell. I snagged the panties from him.

“There are four people I needed apprehended immediately,” I said. “Minako has the files. They must be brought to me alive as soon as possible. They’re in Miami. I want my panties delivered to the state troopers sent to arrest them. They must all smell them before they head south.”

“Of course, Ms. Pearce,” he said. “Hawke, get Captain Donovan in here. I want his best team here within the hour to be briefed.”

I smiled. “Now, you have a daughter who is fourteen, yes?”

“I do,” he said.

“Is she home? I could use some tight, underage cunt on my dick.” I smiled. “And if you get me Sasha Ford before the day is out, you can fuck her, too. How does that sound?”

“Like I need to get my daughter,” he said with a big grin.

My futa-cock throbbed so hard. I leaned back in the chair, so thrilled that I could make all of Mildred’s dreams come true.

Sasha Ford

I stared out at the infamous South Beach, my futa-dick throbbing in my bikini bottoms. I wanted to start fucking all the hardbody beach babes. Just pounding them out on the sand. In the surf. I wanted them howling on my dick.

But there were some changes that had to be made. “Dad,” I said. “We need every other guy and ugly chick off the beach. I want only the hot ones. Naked and covered in tanning oil. Can you do that for me?”

“Of course I can,” he said and grabbed my boy shorts from my hands. Four days later, and they were still soaked in all my juices.

“Whores, set us up over there,” I said, pointing to the middle of the beach.

“Yes, Miss Sasha,” Mrs. Duval said. She and her daughter started carrying out the chaise lounges to unfold for us. I smiled. Dad was moving around the beach, a strong man putting everyone he came across under mind control. A stream of men and women who weren’t hot and sexy flowed by me. They all smiled at me, staring at me with such worship in their eyes.

Girls left their hotter friends behind, mothers their sexy daughters, and husbands their hot wives. My dick throbbed in my bikini bottom as Dad moved out along the beach. He was so efficient, sweeping the panties before their noses and then giving them orders.

Already, women were clustering around us. They unfurled their towels, stripped naked, and oiled their tits and asses. They began sunning themselves. Many had light patches on their perky boobs and curvy rumps. They needed to get rid of all those tan lines.

“Aren’t they hot?” I asked Mom and Fawn.

“God, yes,” my younger sister said. “Oh, you, I’ll help put that cream on those big mommy-tits.”

My sister went right for a MILF with big tits. She had a curvy body, mature but still hot. I trusted my dad’s eye for women. Fawn fell to her knees, took the tanning lotion, and then rubbed it on the women’s tits. The MILF gasped in shock.

“Relax,” I said. “Fawn can do whatever she wants to you.”

“Of course she can,” the MILF said, relaxing.

With a squeal of delight, my sister buried her face into those big and lush titties. She rubbed her head back and forth, moaning the entire time. I smiled in amusement at the wicked sounds my sister made. My cunt clenched in delight and my futa-cock throbbed.

“What about you, Mom?” I asked, nudging into her hip. “See anything you like?”

“Well, as a matter of fact, I do.” She fell to her knees before me and yanked down my bikini bottoms.

I groaned in delight as my futa-cock popped out before her. Mom licked the tip with hunger. A shiver ran down my cock to my cunt. I loved my mother’s enthusiasm to suck my dick. Her lips smooched all over it. This wasn’t what I meant, but I wasn’t going to complain.

I loved getting a Mommy blowjob.

Mom’s warm mouth slid over my cock. The heat of it rushed through my body. My pussy clenched as she polished my knob right then and there. She worked her mouth up and down my dick. This wonderful heat surged to my pussy. My cunt clenched, juices soaking my bush.

I popped off my top, freeing my small breasts to the kiss of the sun. It was time to get tan. Be a sexy, hardbody myself. A hard-futa-body just nailing girls on the beach with Dad. I smiled, savoring the life my family and I would have.

“That’s it, Mom,” I groaned, gripping her red hair. I clutched a fistful as she worked her lips down my shaft. Then she slid back up it. The heat rushed through my body. My pussy clenched at the delight rushing through me. “Ooh, that’s it. You know what you’re doing.”

She winked up at me.

“Yeah, you’re a good cock-sucker.”

“Have fun,” a guy said as he jogged by to exit the beach.

“You, too,” I said. “I’ll make sure I’ll nail your girlfriend and send her home with my cum dripping out of her snatch.”

He flashed me a thumbs up. “Awesome!”

I threw back my head and laughed my delight. My panties were amazing. They were the greatest thing in the world. I loved them so much. The power they gave. The freedom to get a blowjob from my mother on South Beach.

I stared out at Biscayne Bay, the surf washing up on the sand. I smiled at how clear that water was. How warm. How amazing this place was. Florida was always the place were crazy shit happened. It was time for me to make my mark.

I gripped the sides of my mother’s head and thrust my cock forward.

I slammed to the back of her throat, moaning, “That’s it, Mommy-slut. Mmm, you want to guzzle down all that cum, don’t you?”

She groaned around my dick.

“Yeah, you do.”

I pumped my hips, reveling in the heat of my mother’s mouth bobbing up and down my cock. She slid her lips down my shaft then sucked back up. My toes curled into the warm sand. My pussy clenched. Juices ran down my thighs.

This wonderful heat rushed through my body. My dick throbbed in her mouth. She nursed with all the passion that a girl could want to have on her futa-cock. My balls tightened. My pussy grew hotter and hotter. I moaned as I pumped away at her mouth.

Mom’s hand cupped my pussy. She thrust a pair of digits into my twat. I shuddered in delight. My eyes opened wide. This amazing passion surged through me. I groaned at the feeling of my dick throbbing in her mouth as she fingered my twat.

“That’s it,” I panted. “Ooh, that’s it. Just suck on my dick and plunder my pussy. Yeah, you like my cunt squeezing down around your digits.”

Mom winked again and sucked hard. Her fingers curled.

“Dirty mom, you’re searching for my G-spot!” I groaned as her fingers slid along the top of my pussy. Her motherly touch knew just how to stroke me.

She found it.

I gasped and jump. My cock throbbed in her mouth. My head swayed from side to side. My orgasm built and built. My heart beat so loud, thudding to the distant thwop-thwop of a helicopter. My eyes stared out at the bay. The pleasure yachts and speedboats. The bright water.

“Fuck!” I moaned, pleasure bursting from my G-spot. My balls tightened. I came closer and closer to erupting. To firing all that spunk into my mother’s mouth. “That’s it, Mom.”

She rubbed harder. My pussy clenched around her digits. She sucked with all that might on my girl-cock. I shuddered and cried out in rapture. My cunt convulsed. Hot jizz fired out of my futa-dick into my mother’s hungry maw.

Mom gulped down my cum.

She swallowed it with greedy hunger.

“Fuck, yes!” I gasped, my eyes falling on all those hot, naked girls that were oiling each other’s bodies up. They were just so delicious to watch as I pumped my cum into my mother’s mouth.