Chapter 33: Naughty Futa Cuckolds Her Investor

Lisa Green

“Poppy, you don’t have to hold the door for me,” I groaned as Poppy held open the tinted door that led into the lobby of the impressive skyscraper. I’d never been in one before.

“Why not?” my futa-girlfriend asked. “You’re the VIP here today.”

“You’re pregnant,” I said, glancing at her swollen belly. She wore a low-cut, blue maternity dress that showed off her plump boobs and the curve of her pregnant stomach. She was six months along.

“I can still open a door,” she said, her short bob of black hair framing her face.

“Fine, fine,” I said. “You’re empowered and allowed to open doors for me.”

“Damn straight,” she said with a big grin. “I’m going to open all the doors for you.”

I rolled my eyes as I headed inside. I wore a black pencil skirt and cream blouse, my red hair spilling around my face. I pushed up my glasses as we crossed the lobby to the meeting with Mr. Blumold. He was my investor.

“You sure he’s the one?” asked Poppy.v

“Yep,” I said. “Trust me.”

She took my arm and snuggled against me. “I always do.”

I smiled and turned to her. I loved the feel of her lips on mine. They were a delight to have kissing me. She thrust her tongue past my mouth and swirled it about, sending this hot shiver racing through me. I groaned, struggling to walk and make out with her.

So I stopped and just enjoyed kissing my sexy futa-girlfriend. My futa-dick was so hard and ready to fuck her hard. It throbbed beneath my skirt. I had to be focused, though. I couldn’t get distracted by the naughty minx.

I broke the kiss and said, “You trying to fluster me.”

“Maybe.” She grinned. “But, no. I want you to succeed. You have to be rich so you can support me as the indolent trophy wife I’ve dreamed of becoming.”

“Isn’t the second wife supposed to be the trophy wife?” I asked, punching the elevator. “You know, I’d trade you in for a younger model.”

“You’re the one that says true love exists,” said Poppy. “So I’m your trophy wife or you’re a liar. And I would be right.”

“And I would hate for that to happen,” I said playfully. The elevator numbers ticked down. “So I’ll just have to stay married to you forever.”

“Yep. You’ll work hard while I fuck the poolgirl and pilates instructor and the yoga instructor and the mailman.”

“That better be mailwoman,” I said, giving her an arched look.

“I think they’re still called mailmen,” Poppy said. “You know, equality.”

The elevator doors opened. I smiled at her words as we stepped onto it. I hit the button and smiled as we headed up to the fifty-second floor. We were on an express. It only operated on floors above forty. It went up and up, the numbers flying by before it slowed down as it approached the fortieth. I had never been on an elevator like this.

It was fascinating.

The elevator stopped at our floor. I stepped out and looked around. There was a sign that pointed us toward “Blumold Investment.” I walked that way and pushed through a glass door. A receptionist, a sexy Black woman with the tips of her curly hair frosted white.

“Can I help you?” she asked, her eyes falling on me. She was in her mid-twenties and from the way she stared at me.

“Lisa Green to see Mr. Blumold,” I said.

“Mmm-hmm, I bet you are,” she said. The nameplate on her desk read “Lashonda.” Her eyes flicked me up and down. “He’s going to be a few minutes late, so it’ll be oh, a quarter hour before he’s ready.”

“Drat,” I said, staring at her. “I bet you’re a mother. I’m going to be one myself.” I put my hand on Poppy’s belly. “Any advice.”

“Don’t get drunk at a Rhianna concert.” She squirmed there. “And if you do, make him wear a rubber.”

“Noted,” I said. “Would I have to wear a rubber?”

“You.” She flicked her tongue over her lips. “What, you claiming you packing something beneath that skirt.” She frowned. “Well, you do have a bulge. You a transwoman.”

“I’m a futa,” I said. “But I do have a big dick. That’s why I’m here. I invented a way to give women dicks without hundreds of thousands of dollars of hormone replacement and surgeries.”

“Oh, Big Pharma’s gonna hate you,” Lashonda said. She stood revealing a curvy figure, her silvery blouse tucked into a tight, black skirt. She had nice calves, her skin a rich, creamy brown. “So, can I see it? I’d love to see it.”

“You and MILFs,” said Poppy.

“You love MILFs, too,” I said. “Why you’re spending every night in your mother’s bed.” I had knocked up Poppy’s mother, Mrs. Tate, too. And I had knocked up her gender-swapped mother.

“Three pregnant women in one bed...” Poppy grinned as Lashonda moved out before me. “Trust me, it doesn’t work any longer.”

“Let me see this dick,” Lashonda said, so turned on by my presence. All MILFs were. I still wasn’t sure why. I wasn’t planning on selling that version of the formula, nor the one that I used on Shanice. That one made it so every woman who hadn’t been knocked up was into her. It didn’t work on me probably because I had bred women making me a mother.

I fixed that, though. Took me a month to eliminate that side-effect.

“Just shove up her skirt and see it,” said Poppy as she moved behind Lashonda. “You’re going to love how big she is.”

“She looks hung,” said Lashonda as she knelt before me. She smacked her plump, ruby lips. She started pushing up my skirt. She had long fingernails painted bright red. They rasped on the fabric as she worked my skirt higher and higher.

I shuddered, loving the feeling of her doing that. She worked the skirt up and up my thighs. I slid over my rump. My futa-dick popped out and bounced before her eyes. She gasped at the sight of my dick throbbing there. She licked her lips, staring at my cock with such hunger.

I loved the way she seized my cock in her dark hand. She licked her lips then blinked. She stared down beneath my girl-cock and looked at my curls. At my wet pussy soaking my bush and filling the air with the sweet aroma of my pussy.

“Fuck me,” Lashonda breathed. “You got a pussy, too.”

“I told you,” I said. “I found a way to make a woman’s clit turn into a dick. I’m a futa.”

“Futa...” The Black secretary buried her face into my bush and licked. She flicked her tongue through my folds. I loved what she did to me. It felt incredible having her tongue flicking through my folds. My eyes rolled back in my head. “Yum.”

“Uh-huh,” I groaned as her tongue stroked through my folds. “Oh, that’s so good. That’s just delicious. Wow, that’s nice.”

“So nice,” whimpered the young MILF. She thrust her tongue into my pussy while her dark hand stroked up and down my girl-dick. She teased me with that wicked stroke. I loved the feel of her doing that. It was outstanding. “Oh, that’s so nice.”

“Mmm, she has a yummy pussy,” Poppy said as she dropped to her knees. Thanks to how her maternity dress fell off her stomach, you couldn’t tell she had a hardon until she lifted her skirt and unveiled that futa-dick thrusting out beneath her curving belly. “Just yummy.”

She started pushing up the Black woman’s skirt, rolling the fabric up the MILF’s thighs and over her rump. Lashonda wore a lacy pair of purple panties with black trimming on the edges. They looked sexy. My futa-girlfriend grinned and dragged those off the woman’s plump rump.

Poppy grinned at me as she stared at the Black MILF’s quivering booty. I smiled back at her, savoring Lashonda licking at my snatch, my futa-dick throbbing on her forehead. I shuddered at the naughty strokes of her tongue.

She flicked up to my girl-dick this time and kept going. I loved feeling her warm tongue sliding up my futa-cock until she brushed the thick crown. She didn’t miss a beat in swallowing my clit-rod. I shuddered at the warmth of her hot mouth devouring my shaft.

“Ooh, that’s good,” I moaned. “Lashonda.”

“Enjoy,” Poppy said and winked at me. She thrust her futa-dick to the hilt in the MILF’s juicy twat. “Oh, that’s good.”

Lashonda moaned her agreement around my futa-dick. She most certainly agreed it was good. She closed her eyes and suckled on me with passion. I shuddered, savoring the way her tongue swirled around my girl-dick.

That felt amazing. I shuddered, loving what she did to me. It was an outstanding rush to have her suckling on me. My pussy clenched and relaxed at what she did to me. I shuddered, my heart racing. A wild beat throbbed through me.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I groaned. “Ooh, you are driving me wild, you know that?”

She winked at me as she bobbed her head, rocking back and forth to Poppy’s thrusts.

It was hot watching my girlfriend’s pale, pregnant belly slapping into the MILF’s ebony rump. Poppy’s curving stomach slid over that jiggling booty as she pumped away with her futa-dick. She fucked the MILF hard and fast, pleasure crossing my girlfriend’s face.

I loved the delight Poppy received from pounding the slut’s asshole. It was a thing of beauty to watch. I loved it so much I groaned, savoring every last moment of watching the pair of them fuck. It was breathtaking to witness.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I groaned. “Ooh, fuck her hard. Fuck her Poppy. That’s hot. That’s so hot.”

“Is she sucking on your futa-dick hard?” purred Poppy.

“You better believe she is,” I groaned. “Oh, god, she’s just driving me wild with that hot mouth of hers.”

“Good,” my futa-girlfriend cooed. “Ooh, slut, just keep sucking on her with that hungry mouth. Make my girlfriend cum!”

Lashonda suckled hard, her tongue dancing around the crown of my futa-dick. The pleasure flowed down to my stomach. I trembled, my heart pounding so hard and fast. It was a treat to feel her nursing on me. She suckled with such prowess.

The pressure grew and grew at the tip of my clit-dick. It was an outstanding rush. An amazing thrill to have all this pressure swelling my ovaries. The bliss had my boobs quivering. My round tits bounced beneath my blouse as I savored Lashonda’s suckling.

Pussy cream dribbled down my thighs. I smelled my sweet delight. I breathed in that musk while catching hints of Poppy’s spicy pussy and a tangy twat that had to be the delicious MILF getting her pussy reamed out by my girlfriend.

What a hot moment.

The pressure in my ovaries grew and grew. I hurtled toward that moment of eruption. I was so eager for all that bliss to burst from my futa-dick and flood Lashonda’s mouth. I would fill her up with all the girl-cum I had.

“That’s it,” I groaned. “Oh, you’re going to get a big mouthful of futa-cum from me.”

The Black MILF squealed in delight. She nursed with all her passion, so eager for my futa-cum. She wiggled her hips, stirring her twat around my girlfriend’s clit-dick. Poppy groaned, her pregnant belly slapping Lashonda’s rump.

“And I’m going to fill that pussy with so much cum,” Poppy moaned. “You want that, don’t you?” Lashonda nodded around my cock. Her tongue swirling around the spongy crown.

I smiled, trembling as I hurtled so close to that wonderful burst of delight. I couldn’t wait until I detonated. I ached for that hot moment to erupt from me. My heart pounded in my chest as she suckled at me. My pussy clenched.

My ovaries quivered. The pressure at the tip of my dick swelled toward that bursting point. Joy spread on Poppy’s face as she pounded Lashonda’s pussy. It was so clear that she was close to bursting. I loved the sight.

“Oh, fuck, yes!” Poppy moaned. “I’m going to cum! Let me feel that pussy going wild!”

Lashonda squealed around my futa-dick.

Her humming passion sent me over the edge. I erupted. My hot futa-cum spurted into the Black MILF’s mouth. I erupted over and over again, filling her up with all the cum that I had. The pleasure swept through me. I felt so dizzy from the surge of rapture sweeping through me.

“Oh, shit!” Poppy gasped. “Fucking slut! Take my futa-cum!”

My pregnant futa-girlfriend bucked, pumping blast after blast of her girl-cum into the slut’s pussy. I loved the sounds she made. That was so hot. It was wild that she was cumming in her twat. I savored every second of it, my pussy writhing.

Juices spilled hot down my thighs. I groaned, stars bursting across my vision. It was a wonderful moment of delight. I loved every last second of this heat sweeping through me. I shuddered, my orgasm peaking in me.

“Oh, you wonderful woman,” I groaned as she swallowed the last of my girl-cum.

I slid out of her mouth as Lashonda moaned, “You futas are awesome!”

“Yes!” gasped Poppy. She shuddered as a phone beeped on the desk.

“Shit, that’s my boss.” Lashonda scrambled to her feet, ripping her pussy off Poppy’s gleaming girl-dick. The secretary darted to the desk and picked up, panting, “Yes ... Mr. Blum ... old.” She nodded. “Yes, yes, she’s here. She’s ready to see you. I’ll send her in.” She sat the phone down and purred, “Good luck, futa.”

I winked at her and shoved my futa-dick against my stomach. I pushed my skirt down and headed for the door. Poppy gasped and grabbed my attache case. She thrust it into my hands. I smiled at her. Glad I had it.

I headed inside.

Mr. Blumold was sitting at his desk. He was an older man, his gray hair balding. He had a thick mustache. He arched an eyebrow as he saw me walk in. His eyes flicked up and down me as I moved through his large office, passing a couch, chair, and coffee table. He had some bookshelves with some antique tomes on them.

A woman stood at the window, her back to me. She wore a tight, red dress, her blonde hair spilling down her shoulders. She turned around and drew in a deep breath at the sight of me. She was in her mid-thirties, the trophy wife.

“Good day, Mr. Blumold,” I purred, “and Mrs. Blumold.”

“You look like you’re a kid,” the gruff man said.

“I just turned sixteen,” I admitted.

“So a kid.” He shook his head. “I don’t know why I’m hearing you out. A formula that can make women into men.”

“Men into women or give women clit-dicks. I also can enlarge their breasts, enhance their beauty, allow them to lactate, and a few other specialty things.”

“Preposterous,” he said. “I must have been insane to—”

“Hear her out, darling,” Mrs. Blumold purred as she sauntered around the desk. She moved up beside me and put her arm on my shoulder. She was taller than me, a combination of her Nordic heritage and her stiletto heels. “Mmm, she’s cute.”

She leaned over and licked my ear. I shuddered as her tongue stroked me. My futa-dick throbbed. Her husband didn’t object to that as I sat my attache case on desk and opened it. I pulled out a syringe, capped with a plastic safety covering, full of a pink liquid.

“This formula will turn any woman’s clitoris into a fully functional penis that is capable of ejaculating and inseminating another woman,” I purred.

“That is the dumbest thing I have ever heard,” he said. “You’re a beautiful, young woman, but ... I just can’t believe that.”

“Oh, I believe her,” the trophy wife purred. She slid her hands down the front of my white blouse to cup my round boobs through my top. “She’s just such as sexy thing, honey.”

Mr. Blumold nodded his agreement. They both had children, so I was affecting them. That was my ultimate trump card here. I knew I would secure the money I needed. I had done my research. But first I had to enjoy myself.

I pulled up my skirt and purred, “Your secretary’s already had a sneak peek, but...” I yanked up my skirt enough for my futa-dick to flop out. “Ta-da! My clit-dick!”

Mrs. Blumold gasped in delight. she slid out in front of me and sat on her husband’s desk. He craned his cock to peer around his wife at me. I throbbed out before me as the trophy wife gripped my throbbing shaft. Her tongue stroked over her lips.

“My, my, she’s hung, darling,” cooed the trophy MILF. She grabbed my cock and stroked up and down me. “She’s big and thick. I’ve never seen a dick this big before.”

“Never?” he asked. “So what. She’s just a hot cross-dresser.”

“She doesn’t have any balls at all but...” Her hand reached the base of my cock. Her fingers rubbed at my wet vulva. “She has a pussy instead.” Her digits found my entrance and thrust into me. “Oh, yes, she has a cunt. A wet and juicy cunt. This is really a clit-dick.”

“I’m a futa,” I said.

“Oh, so many women are going to want this,” she purred. “So many women have such penis envy. They want cocks. Oh, yes, this is going to make so much money. We have to invest in her.”

“We?” her husband asked with annoyance.

“Fine, fine, you, darling.” She pulled her fingers out and held them up before her, seeing my glistening juices coating them. “You have to invest in her right now.”

She suckled on her fingers while my hands slid up her thighs to her tight skirt. I pushed the red, stretchy fabric up and up her thighs. This wicked gleam sparkled in her eyes. She pulled her digits out of her mouth, pursing her ruby lips into a hot smile.

I pushed up her skirt enough to expose her black thong. She had a shaved pussy, of course. I loved the lace that trimmed the gusset of her panties. I hooked the fabric and pulled it to the side to reveal a tight pussy. Had she had labiaplasty? Her cunt looked like a sixteen-year-old girl’s twat.

“Mr. Blumold,” I purred as I pressed my girl-dick into her hot pussy lips. “I have the formulas all figured out. I need a hundred million in startup costs for the factory. I’ll need more for distribution and advertising.”

“Give it to her,” moaned Mrs. Blumold as I slid my futa-cock slowly into her pussy. Her married cuntlips swallowed my dick. “Yes, yes, give her whatever she wants.”

She leaned back on her hands as I sank more and more of my futa-dick into her juicy pussy. I loved the feel of her about me. She squeezed her cunt around my cock. That felt just amazing. It was a spectacular delight to enjoy.

Mr. Blumold stood and peered around at what was happening. He froze at the sight of my futa-dick sliding to the hilt in his wife’s cunt. I had every inch of my dick in her. She swallowed at what he was seeing there.

I wicked at him as his wife groaned. She squeezed her cunt around my cock and wiggled her hips from side to side. I loved how she held me. It was such a perfect delight. I drew back my futa-dick, savoring that delicious heat.

“Fine,” he said watching my clit-dick emerging from his wife’s pussy. “I’ll get it to you.”

“Excellent,” I purred as I slammed back into his wife’s pussy. “Now you just watch like a good little cuckold while I fuck your trophy wife!”

“Fuck me so hard!” moaned Mrs. Blumold. Her blonde hair swept around her face. She was a natural. I could tell. She moaned, squeezing her cunt around my cock as I fucked in and out of her pussy. I reveled in her husband watching. It was always so hot when they watched. I fucked my pregnant German teacher in front of her husband all the time. Frau Hure refused to let me make Mr. Hure into a woman. Mr. Stevens still asked me over to fuck his pregnant wife, too. He was so happy that she was having my baby. It was hot sharing her with him. There were other married women I fucked, like Mrs. Hornburg, that hot MILF I met at the coffee shop. Her sister had come in for a visit last month, both of them pregnant with my daughters. I loved my life so much. “Oh, my god, darling,” Mrs. Blumold moaned as I fucked her cunt hard and fast. I buried into her again and again. “Oh, she’s so huge. Way bigger than you. And so much harder. No limp noodle! She doesn’t need a blue pill.” “No,” Mr. Blumold groaned as he watched me fucking his wife. He rubbed his hand over his forehead. “No, she does not.” “Oh, that’s it, cutie,” the trophy MILF moaned. “Fuck that big girl-cock in and out of me. I love it.” She clamped her cunt down hard around me as I pumped away. “I love it so much!” My pussy drank in the silky delight of her married cunt. The heat washed around my ovaries. I trembled in delight as I fucked her again and again. I buried into her over and over. This was so hot to bury into her like this. I loved every last second of it. This was so hot. So wild. I plunged into her pussy with such force. I plowed deep and hard into her cunt with all that I had. I churned her up with such passion. She whimpered and moaned as I did that. She groaned, clamping her cunt down around my dick. That was perfect. Just awesome. “Wow,” I moaned as I buried into her. “It’s more than wow,” the trophy MILF moaned, her head tossing. “It’s outstanding!” Her husband stared on, his hands rubbing at his pants. I bet he didn’t need that little blue pill right now. Oh, no, she was thrusting away at me. I loved how she pumped away into my pussy. She churned me up over and over again. I shuddered as I pumped away at her hot snatch. She held me in that tight, hot embrace. She drove me wild with her married snatch. Her boobs jiggled in the front of her dress as I fucked her, nipples poking at the fabric. She didn’t have a bra on. I yanked down the front of her dress. She gasped as her big, fake tits popped out. They were a gorgeous boob job. I gripped both her breasts and kneaded them. I loved the feel of the silicone implants beneath her soft skin. She groaned, her pussy clamping down on them as I swept my thumbs over her boobs and found her pink nipples. I massaged those. I pressed my thumbs into them. She clamped her twat down around me. I loved how she did that. It was so hot feeling her pussy gripping me.

She flicked her tongue over her lips and moaned, “That’s it. Just fuck me so hard like that. It’s perfect. I love every last second of it. I’m going to have such a huge climax.”

“Yes, you are,” I groaned as I buried into her snatch again and again. I plowed deep and hard into her married pussy. Her cunt clamped down on me. “Right before your husband. You’re going to cum like a whore on my futa-dick!’

“Yes!” Mrs. Blumold squealed. “Oh, yes, yes, yes!”

I thrust into her pussy. I plunged into her cunt with hard passion. I loved this so much. Her twat gripped me, the pressure growing at the tip of my futa-dick. My ovaries brimmed with all the cum that would flood her twat.

I’m going to breed you, Mrs. Blumold!” I moaned.

“Oh, god, yes!” the trophy MILF moaned and bucked.

Her pussy convulsed around my dick. She spasmed around me. The pleasure swept through my body. I loved how she suckled at me with her wonderful snatch. The pressure in my ovaries surged toward bursting as I pumped away at her writhing twat.

I buried to the hilt in the MILF’s cumming twat and erupted. “Wow!”

My futa-dick pumped blast after blast of jizz into her pussy. I filled her up, maybe even bred her. The trophy MILF’s hot snatch rippled around me while her husband watched me seed her. I groaned, savoring his attention on us.

“Oh, you delicious futa!” moaned the sexy Mrs. Blumold, her fake boobs jiggling in my hand. “Oh, that’s just amazing!”

“It is,” I moaned, savoring her pussy rippling around my cock. She suckled at me with such force. The heat of her passion nursed at me. It was a delicious moment to enjoy. “Oh, it is!”

I loved the way her cunt rippled around my cock. My pussy spasmed, too. I enjoyed that delight washing through me. This was just a perfect moment. An incredible delight to have washing over me. I shuddered, savoring this delight.

“Oh, wow, that’s it!” I whimpered as I erupted one last time into her pussy. My dual blisses quivered through me. “Mmm, I think we need a demonstration, Mr. Blumold.”

“Demonstration?” he asked as I pulled out of his wife. “That was a very thorough demonstration.”

“To prove that I can make women into futas,” I said and smiled at him. I grabbed my attache case and set it down by his wife. My cum dripped out of her pussy. I opened it up and pulled out a syringe. “Can I make you into a futa, Mrs. Blumold.”