James had been working as a waiter at Henderson's for about three years at this point. He started when he was still in college, but he kept working here after graduating. James was now 23 and was living on his own in a small apartment. He was single and was almost ready to give up on the prospects of a partner. His hips were wide and his ass was extremely plump.
His dream partner was a powerful futanari. She would love him and treat him with respect. He always dreamed of being in a beautiful relationship with a much bigger woman than him. Which wasn't hard, seeing as he was only a mere 5'2. In his dreams, she would have control in the bedroom, but she was never too rough with him. Their sex would always be very passionate. This dreamed seemed unlikely however.
James lived in a city with some pretty harsh anti-futa legislation. The local government was always against futanari entering their society. Most of the lawmakers were old conservatives. They still had the belief that futanari were monsters who raped and pillaged at will. This was a common misconception however. Sure, futanari had more sex than any man could ever dream of. And obviously their semen was highly addictive and could take over anybody's mind. But, most futanari were just regular people trying to make ends meet. There are a few that are very dominant and use their massive cocks as tools for mind-control. But, there are also some crazy men out there too. So, it never made sense to James to cast out an entire population like that. It always seemed unjust and unfair to the hardworking futanari out there. For this reason, most futanari steered clear of the city, and unfortunately for James, never stepped foot in the restaurant. And with James' anxiety, he never really traveled alone. Unfortunately, he was almost always alone.
Henderson's was a nicer restaurant with some pricey food. It wasn't the fanciest place in the world, but it was a respectable establishment. It wasn't the type of restaurant that people would bring their kids to. Most people who would eat there were on a date or there for a business deal of some sort.
One night as they were winding down and almost ready to close, a woman walked in. She was an extremely tall, black woman with beautiful natural curly hair. Her hair was a nice caramel color that went well with her mocha skin. She was built like a weight lifter, but she had the facial features of a supermodel. Her suit appeared to be very expensive, and the cut accentuated her figure nicely. She was very curvy and had a beautiful shape. Normally, James would have been annoyed that someone walked in this late. However, she was so beautiful, James could only feel grateful that he would get to meet her. The hostess lead the woman to her table in James' section.
James walked over quickly, "Hello, my name is James, I'll be your server today. Can I get you something to drink to start with?" The entire time he was talking to her, James was completely enamored by her beauty.
"Hello Jamie!" The woman said while looking at the menu. "I'll start with a glass of your pinot noir. And I'll have the lobster. After you get my food, you will stay here while I eat. I need company and you will be mine."
James took her other to the kitchen and stood still for a second. "Did she just call me Jamie? Who the hell is this woman? She's demanding me around like a slave! I assume she meant that I will be her company, but the way she said it. It sounded so dominant and so different." James' mind was racing. She had completely occupied his entire thought process with only a few sentences. He could only think about her beauty and how she was acting.
James brought a bottle of wine and a glass back to the table. "Here you are ma'am." After pouring a glass, he handed the glass to the woman and picked up the bottle.
Before he could turn around and take the bottle back to the kitchen, her hand reached out and grabbed his ass. "Hey Jamie, leave the bottle here." She was so blunt and confident.
James turned around and placed the bottle on the table. He was blushing from how she was treating him. She was so dominant and almost seemed like she thought she owned the place. He wasn't used to getting hit on by women though. A tent was being pitched in his pants. It was embarrassing to face her with an erection forming while looking at her.
He could see her eyesight glance down at his growing bulge. "Ohh... your prick is so adorable when stiff."
James' entire face went completely red and tears began to buildup. "I-ill, uh... I'll go and uh, check on your food, o-ok?" He was so flustered and confused about what was happening to him.
A smirk had formed on her face as he walked away. "You have the most perfect ass. With your cheeks and tiny penis, you would be a perfect bottom." James' walking hastened. "Hurry back Jamie! I'm not done with you yet!" She yelled to him.
In the back room there was some bottle of water for employees. James grabbed one and chugged it. He poured some on his hand and rubbed his face. He was burning up and was trying his hardest to cool off. "Why is she talking to me like this? It's humiliating to be talked to in that manner, especially in public. I've never met this woman before, and yet she's saying these things to me. Why?"
The order was eventually ready and James had to go back to this woman. He picked up the plate and made his way to her table. He had noticed that she had drank about two more glasses of wine.
He placed the plate in front of her and turned around. "I made myself perfectly clear earlier. You will stay here and keep me company while I eat, Jamie."
James reluctantly turned back to face her. He stood still with his hands behind his back and he was standing completely straight. "Yes ma'am." He managed to squeak out.
She pointed to the seat across from her with her fork. "Have a seat, we need to talk."
James looked around, hoping to see something that would make him have to leave. Unfortunately, the restaurant was completely empty. The chair rattled against the floor as he pulled it out. As he sat down, his face got red again. He fidgeted with his fingers and nails. He buried his head in his own lap and noticed that his erection was at full mast now. Something about how she was treating him was so odd. Humiliation was never one of James' kinks, but what she was doing to him was making him feel so horny.
"Look at me, Jamie." She demanded. For some reason, James did as he was told by this woman. "That's better. Now, I don't have much time tonight, so I'll make this quick." James looked down and saw that the lobster was almost gone. "I'm looking for someone to satisfy me, and I wasn't expecting to meet someone like you here. I'm just here for business for a few days, but I think you would be perfect for my needs. Now, I'll be back tomorrow and we'll talk more." She took a swig of her wine and swirled it around in her mouth. She spit it back into her glass and handed it to James. "Drink it."
James held the glass in his hands and was getting jittery. "I-I-I'm so-sorry. B-but I d-don't... uh, I can't uh..." He was stammering and stuttering so bad as she crossed her arms and raised her eyebrows. "I can't d-drink on the j-job, ma'am."
"I don't care. I told you to drink it, so do as I say. Drink it... NOW!" She put her hands on the table and scowled at him.
James jumped back in his seat and put the glass to his lips. He leaned back and downed the entire glass. It didn't taste really any different from regular wine. But it felt so incredibly wrong, yet so good.
She licked her lips like a predator. "Good girl. I'll see you tomorrow, my little Jamie."
She paid for her meal and handed the check to James. He took it back and put everything into the computer. He walked back and handed her the receipts. She took the pen and signed. She got up and walked out of Henderson's. James sat back down and looked at the receipt. On the tip line, all that she wrote was "NONE".
James slumped down in his chair as she left the building. He was in shock from the whole experience. He cleaned the table and helped close the restaurant for the night. After clocking out, he drove to his apartment. The whole time, all he could think about was that woman. She was so beautiful, she had such an alluring presence. Yet, she was so dominant and almost scary at times. He laid in his bed and his erection still was there. After a few minutes of jerking off to his usual futanari porn, he realized something. He didn't need the porn tonight. He turned it off and finished with just the thoughts of that woman. He came harder than he ever had, just from the thought of her. Then he remembered, she would be back tomorrow.
Part 2
James slept in and didn't have to be back into work until 3:00 pm. The whole time in his apartment, all he could think about was that woman. He never liked extremely dominant women. Obviously, if he was going to be with a futanari he would be the bottom. But he never really enjoyed being degraded and humiliated like that. For some reason, the way he was feeling towards her was unique. He had butterflies in his stomach as the time got closer to go back to work. All he could think about was her. Her beauty, her smell, her aura, the faint taste of her spit that he got. During his drive to Henderson's, he was just imagining her and how she would be today.
When he got to work they were swamped. The restaurant was absolutely packed. James was told to get to work immediately. The work never ended and it occupied his thoughts for the whole time. He didn't have time to think about anything else. The day was almost over and most of the other waiters had left and the restaurant was getting low on patrons.
Just then, in walked the same woman from last night. James had been so busy he had forgotten about her. Her hair was now braided into two long, thick braids that went to her shoulders. She was wearing a new, expensive suit.
James ran over to the hostess and got her attention. "Please, don't sit this woman in my section. I'm begging you."
"Why?" The hostess asked all confused at the situation.
James peeked around the wall to get a glimpse of the woman. "She was here yesterday and she was very weird to me and made me a bit uncomfortable"
The hostess begrudgingly agreed to help him out and walked over to her position. The woman and the hostess talked for a while. It appeared that the woman handed the hostess something and whispered something. The hostess lead the woman to James' section of the dining area. James was mortified by the sight.
The hostess walked over to him and reached into her pocket. "She demanded that you serve her. She handed me $200 and told me to make sure you two were given privacy." The hostess handed $100 to James. "I'm so sorry. I'll keep an eye out from the back if I can."
James walked over to the booth that she was sat in. It was in the far back corner on the dining area. He got over there and started shaking a little bit. It was so nerve-racking just looking at her. He reached for his notepad to take her order.
She raised her hand and stopped him from writing anything down. "I'm not ordering any food tonight, Jamie. Just grab me a bottle of rosier." She clapped her hands together. "Now, we've got matters to attend to tonight. So make it quick."
James rushed over to grab a bottle of the rosier she ordered. With the bottle in one hand and an empty glass in the other, he was ready to go back to her. After a deep breath and long exhale, he composed himself enough to talk to her again. When he got back to the table, he poured her a glass and left the bottle.
She pointed to a small portion of the booth next to her. "Sit down." She demanded.
There was barely enough room for him to fit. And she made no effort to move and give him more space. James complied with her orders and squeezed in next to her. He was touching her shoulder and was so close to her, he could smell her breath. Her body was so warm, almost inviting him to get closer. Her scent was so alluring, it was a magnificent odor that went straight to his brain. The mixture of her smell and the warmth sent signals down to his crotch. Again, he was fully erect around this woman. Her arm wrapped itself around his shoulders and felt like a warm blanket. She pulled him closer and his face was practically touching her enormous breast. His face got all warm and very red. James looked over to see the hostess, but she was on a phone call and had just walked away.
She took a drink of her wine and rubbed his shoulder a little. She put the drink down and reached for his dick. She squeezed and rubbed his package over his pants. "You have such an adorable little dick. You'll never be able to satisfy anyone with the oversized clit." His dick got harder from what she was saying mixed with how she was touching him. She leaned in close and whispered, "You like that, don't you? You like it when a woman overpowers you? You like that don't you, whore?" She reached into his pants his stroked his penis with her index finger and thumb. "You love that my fingers are enough to get you off, don't you? Say it whore. Say 'I'm a whore and I love my mommy using my clit'."
James was getting incredibly hot and was breathing heavily. "I-I'm a whore and, uh, I love it when my mis-mommy uses my dick." He whispered under his breath.
She sped up and could feel him getting close. She abruptly stopped jerking him off. Unfortunately, he wasn't able to hold back anymore. She had ruined his orgasm and he pathetic dribble of semen was smeared on his underwear. Tears were swelling in his eyes as he felt degraded and humiliated.
She dunked her fingers into her glass of wine and swirled it around a little. "I said you have a clit. That thing in you pants is clearly not a dick." She removed her finger from her wine and stuck it in James's mouth. "I'll show you a real dick."
She unzipped her pants and reached in. After fumbling around for a second, she revealed a girthy monster. It wasn't even hard, and it was at least ten inches. Easily five times bigger than his own. It was veiny and looked so menacing.
"Grab it." She ordered James to do.
James was still sucking on her finger like a newborn suckling at their mother's breast. He was in a trance by the sight of her cock. Never in his dreams did he think he would have ever met a real futa. It was amazing and felt like it wasn't real. He slowly reached his hand out towards her crotch. As he made contact with it, it twitched and pulsed. He wrapped his hand around the shaft and began to bask in the moment. The cock was so warm and thick. His hand couldn't even wrap around its entire girth. He squeezed it a little and it barely budged. It was firm and it wasn't even erect yet. It had the consistency of a flexing bicep. He was running his thumb along the large vein that stretched the length of her shaft.
She was getting a little excited by his touch and curiosity. "Give it a kiss, Jamie."
She pulled her finger out of his mouth with and audible "POP". His tongue was hanging out of his mouth and a sting of spittle landed on his chest. He mindlessly and slowly bent over to get close. The was heat coming off of her cock and was warming up his face. He planted a wet kiss right above where his hand was.
"Don't stop, whore. Keep going."
James obliged and kept kissing more and more. He was traveling up towards her tip. His kisses were getting faster. When he reached the tip of her cock, he notices she was wet. Her dick-slit was leaking pre-cum and it was dripping down.
"Don't let any of it go to waste. Get a taste."
He put his lips right on her tip and his mouth was immediately covered in her jizz. James pulled back and looked up at the woman and licked his lips. The taste was intoxicating and it forced him to go in for another taste. He wrapped his lips around her and began to swirl his tongue around the head of her cock. It was heavenly, drinking her pre-cum and sucking on her cock.
Unexpectedly, she pulled his head off and made him sit up straight. "I knew you would be a cock-craving whore. But, I've got to get going now." She handed him a card and pushed him out of the booth. "I'll give you a week. If you don't call me in that time, deals off the table. Hope to hear from you soon, Jamie." She slapped another hundred dollar bill on the table for the wine.
She walked out the restaurant and never looked back at him. He was still in shock from the whole experience. He just came in his pants and sucked a cock at work. He looked at the card and it had a name on it. It read "Janelle Williams" and it said that she was some kind of a financial advisor. He looked at the number on the back and put the business card in his pocket. He clocked out for the night and went back to his apartment. Again, he jerked off to the thought of this woman. He was remembering her taste and smell. That alone was enough to make him cum. He went to sleep with her occupying his entire brain.
Part 3
The next morning after he had woke up and showered. James sat around and lazed about for the day. He was fortunate enough to have the next two days off from work. During the day he was playing video games, watching t.v., listening to music and not doing much of anything. The whole time he was thinking about making the call. He fidgeted with the card from time to time. He kept looking at her name and number.
The situations kept playing in his head. "What if I call and it was all a prank? What if this is all another one of her humiliation tactics? Is this the kind of woman I'm really looking for?" James' anxiety was going into overdrive and tearing him apart. His mind was firing too fast for him to handle.
The rest of the day was spent contemplating whether or not he should call. He was pacing back and forth in his apartment.
Eventually, he said to himself, "When is an opportunity like this ever going to happen again. If it doesn't work out, then I leave and forget it ever happened." He picked up the card and his phone and dialed the number.
The phone was ringing for a few moments when someone finally answered. "Hello, how can I help you?" A chipper young woman's voice said.
"Hel-hello, I was told to get into contact with a Janelle Williams." He wasn't sure what he was supposed to say exactly.
"Oh, you must be Jamie. I was told to set a time and date for a meeting between you two." It was very uncomfortable knowing that she knew his "nickname" was Jamie. "So, does tomorrow at 1:00 pm work for you?"
"Uh, sure. This might sound stupid, but where exactly do I have to go?" James asked.
The woman was clacking on her computer to update the schedule. "So, what I'll do is send you a quick text with the address. Does that work for you?"
"Yeah, that would be great. Thank you so much."
"No problem. Can't wait to see you tomorrow, cutie. I've heard so much about you already. Well, bye." And she hung up the phone.
It was anxiety-provoking to know that he was being talked about. Especially after everything he had done with Janelle. In the midst of having a miniature mental breakdown, he received a text. The address was in a city about four hours away called Futradon. The building was located in a business district and seemed very expensive to live around. So his plan was to get a good nights sleep and leave get ready tomorrow morning. He would leave around 8:00 to give himself some leeway. The rest of the day, all he could think about was how their "meeting" would go.
That morning he woke up in a panic. His alarm wasn't set and he slept in until just past 8:30. "I can't fucking believe I forgot to turn my alarm on!" He was yelling at himself as he hopped out of bed. James rushed to get showered and dressed. By the time he got to his car it was 8:58. He no longer had any time to spare. He started his car and put the address into his navigation system. He sped to the interstate in a pure panic.
James eventually hit the interstate and things were going smoothly. Things were looking up, and there wasn't any traffic in sight. He might actually be a little early to the "meeting". Sure, he was going about 90, but there wasn't really anybody on the interstate.
Eventually, he was the sign for the Futradon exit. He looked at his map and realized he would have a few minutes to spare. He was so happy that his heart was practically singing. As he went to get over to the exit lane, he looked in the rear-view mirror. That's when he saw the flashing lights of a police car.
"This couldn't be happening." James thought to himself, as he slapped the steering wheel. "Fuck me!" He screamed through gritted teeth.
He pulled off the road and sat in his car. His heart was beating out of his chest. The cop got out of their car and made their way to James. It was a policewoman who was at least 6'8 and unbelievably jacked. The officer was an attractive, blonde woman. She looked menacing and walked right up to his driver side and removed her aviator sunglasses.
She bent over and looked directly at James. "Do you have any idea how fast you were goin'?" As she looked at James, she could see how nervous and panicked he looked.
"I'm so sorry! I have this meeting and I woke up late and I was in a big rush and I really didn't want to be late and-"
"Alright, alright, I don't need you whole life story." The officer looked up at the Futradon exit sign and back at James. She saw his feminine features and knew exactly what kind of "meeting" he was going to. "Listen, I'll let you off with a warnin'."
"Thank you so much!" James was so relieved by the news.
"But, only if you step out of the vehicle and answer a few questions." The officer licked her lips as James stepped out of the car. He stood in front of her as she towered over him. "Now, be honest with me. Are you going to see a futanari in this city?" She pointed to the exit sign.
James started to clam up. "How did she know this?" He thought to himself. "Y-yeah, why?"
"Are you gonna "help her out" with some stuff?" She asked.
"Yes." James hung his head and stared at the ground.
"Well, good news." She clapped her hands together and smiled. "You are only getting a warning today." James looked up at grinned at the officer. The smile faded however when he saw her reaching for her pants. "All you have to do is "help me out" like I'm that woman you're 'bout to meet, then you're good to go." She pulled her pants down and a flaccid nine inch cock flipped out. "I've been a bit backed up lately and I forgot to shower this morning."
James began to stutter and stammer at the sight. "I-I'm sor-sorry, but I uh... I can't. I'm in a big rush."
The police officer put a hand on James' shoulder and squeezed. "Listen, you have two options. Option one: you suck me cock right here, right now. Then you run to your little meeting and everythin' is fine. Option two: you don't suck my cock and we have a problem." James was sweating and shaking as her tone shifted to a more serious demeanor. "In that case, I take you in on evading arrest. You will go to a holding cell in Futradon and wait for a court date. In that time, you will be fucked senseless by every other inmate. Those that look like you in a Futradon jail don't spend a single waking second without a cock in one of your holes." James was really scared by the thought of being passed around by a bunch of criminals like a rag doll. "You will be stuffed full of futa-seed, and never given another meal again. And when the inmates are done with you, the guards will have their way with you as well. If they like you enough, then maybe you'll become that precinct's personal fuck-pet."
The thought was so terrifying to James. Everything she said was horrific and gruesome. To think that he would be passed around and used like that made him wince. The ultimatum seemed like a tough call. On one hand, he would be late for his meeting with Janelle. On the other, he would be fucked for hours on end in a jail cell. He took a deep breath and gulped, before lowering himself down to his knees.
"Good choice, boy." The cop praised him and used her hand to line her cock up with his mouth. "Get to work. You don't wanna be late, do ya?"
James was hit by a wave of a powerful musk emanating from her meaty pole. She wasn't lying, her cock was gross and covered in sweat. It just seemed to be really dirty. He had to suck it up and get to work. He was already pushing his luck with the meeting. This couldn't last that long if he wanted to make it there in a reasonable amount of time. As his tongue made contact with her tongue, his tastebuds were hit with the zesty flavor of sweat and pre-cum. He started to wrap his lips around its girth, and he was slowly moving down the shaft. He had to move slowly, because the taste was too much for him to handle all at once.
The officer grabbed his hair and jammed her cock all the way down his throat. "Your mouth feels so good!" She was using his head like a flesh light. The officer was pulling him up and slamming him back down repeatedly.
She was leaking pre-cum into his mouth. James was gagging and coughing as she had her way with his throat. His face was being pounded against her chiseled abs as she pounded the back of his throat.
"God, I'm so close!" She screamed as her cock pulsed in his mouth.
The officer pushed James against the door of his car. She placed her hands on the top of the car spread her legs out wide. She was straddling James, who was being pounded against his own car. Her thrusts were relentless and powerful. His car was shaking from the sheer force of her face-fucking.
"Oh Fuck!" She screamed into the sky as she threw her head back. She unleashed gallons of cum directly into his throat.
There was so much semen, globs of the stuff started spewing out of his mouth. It was thick and viscous. The slime was so pungent and the taste was extremely strong, almost overwhelming. She unsheathed her cock from his mouth and allowed the cum to flow onto the road. James was coughing and trying to hack up as much of the jizz that had been lodged in his throat.
"Thanks for that, cutie." She put her spit-cleaned-cock back in her pants. "Good luck on your meeting. If you don't get the position, or if you just want another go with me, feel free to drop on by. I'd love to show you around to some of the other officers." She put her aviators back on and wiped the sweat off of her face.
She walked back to her cruiser and James just sat there trying to collect himself. He looked at his watch and it read "1:16". His heart sank to his cum-filled stomach. He was at least twenty minutes away still, and he now had to clean himself up. Luckily, he packed an extra set of clothes just in case. He went into his trunk and grabbed the clothes and made a quick change.
James was back on the road and tried to make it to the office as quickly as possible. Finally, he made it to right area of town. But, it took him a few minutes to find the right building. And it took him a little longer to find a parking spot. After he parked his car, he looked at the time on his dashboard. It was 1:43. He hopped out of the car and ran as fast as he could towards the entrance to the building. He barged through the door and was panting. After looking around for a moment, he saw a lady at a front desk.
"I'm so sorry I'm l-"
"You must be Jamie!" The lady interrupted. She was a redheaded woman with a big beautiful smile. She seemed very happy to meet James. "I've heard so much about you. I'm Lindsey by the way, we spoke on the phone. Oh, and uh... you seemed to have missed a spot." She pointed to her cheek and gave a little smirk.
James wipes at his cheek quickly and felt something wet and sticky. A glob of the officers cum was left on his face for everyone to see. He quickly grabbed a tissue and wiped away the mess on his face.
"Now, you are quite a bit late, so Ms. Williams is about to be in a video call. But, let's go to her office and see if we can't squeeze you in." She got up from her chair and started walking down the hallway.
James followed the gorgeous woman who was at least 6'9 and super skinny. "I'm so sorry for being late, there was this police off-"
"You don't have to apologize to me, Jamie." She stopped at a door and placed her hand on the doorknob. "You'll have to explain everything to Ms. Williams and hope she in understanding today." She opened the door and poked her head in to the office. "Ms. Williams, Jamie is here to see you."
"Get in here now, Jamie!" She yelled from her desk.
Linsey closed the door behind James and walked back to her desk. She thought "Damn, I wish I could have had my way with that little twink." She adjusted her long cock over her dress. "Ms. Williams is going to be so rough with him. He was so late and she has been so stressed lately. I'd love to take him home and dress him up and take care of him. And he would take care of my cock." She went into the bathroom and jerked off until she came into the company's semen sink. Every bathroom in the building had a sink mad entirely for futa-cum.
James ran over to her desk and began to apologize for is tardiness. "I'm so sor-"
"Shut it." Janelle was working on her computer and barely looked up at James. "I'm about to get on a video call with a few business partners. You will get under my desk and get to work on my neglected cock. Prove you are sorry and get to work. NOW!"
James jolted as she snapped at him. He quickly scurried under her desk and got as comfortable as he could. She unzipped her pants and took her cock out by herself. James forgot how monstrous her meaty dick was. It was bigger than the officers and it wasn't even hard yet. Drool was flowing out of his mouth as he sat in awe of the sight.
"What are you waiting for." She barked while adjusting her clothes. "If I have to deal with you down there during my meeting, you will be punished. Do I make myself clear? START SUCKING, NOW!"
To avoid anymore yelling or a possible punishment, James latched onto her veiny monster. It was leaking pre-cum, which he had the same taste as last time. It tasted way better than the cop's disgusting dick. The cock felt familiar and James almost missed it. He licked and bobbed his head up and down on the shaft. He could hear that her meeting had started, so he thought he should probably slow down. She grabbed a fistful of his hair and pulled him down as far as he would go. Janelle made it clear that she didn't want him to go slow. After her hand went back up to the top of the desk, James continued to give a more aggressive blowjob. His head was moving faster and he was trying to take her gigantic cock all the way down. He was stifling some violent coughs as to avoid her punishment. He would quietly spit onto her fast to lube it up for himself. His hands were working the spit into her cock and jerking her off at rapid speeds. Saliva was oozing from his mouth as he was giving a sloppy blowjob. He could feel her stiffen in his mouth. The veins that ran the whole length of her shaft were pulsing with pleasure. James pushed his head all the way to the base of her cock. While he was down there, his chin was resting on her ballsack. He could feel her balls working overtime to produce a limitless amount of cum.
It had been about 15 or so minutes since James went under her desk. But, he could hear that her meeting was wrapping up. He was relieved that this whole ordeal was almost over.
She rolled her chair back and took her cock out of his mouth with an audible "POP". Janelle snapped her fingers. "Get out here, now."
James crawled out of the dark and squinted as his eyes readjusted to the light. Janelle had gotten out of her chair and had walked over to the side of the desk. Her cock was still out and rock-hard.
"How pathetic are you." She started simply.
James was in utter shock by her words. "What d-"
"You couldn't even make me cum after all that time."
"I didn't reali-"
She hit him with a swift backhand directly to his mouth. "Do not talk back to me, pet! Now, get undressed and bend over this desk."
James was shaken up a bit, but he complied in order to avoid anymore consequences. After he was naked and bent over the table, Janelle immediately grabbed his hips and lined her cock up with his tight ass. He had never put anything up his butt before. It was a little daunting of a task for an anal virgin. Her cock felt like it was going to split him wide open. She kept applying pressure, causing James to tense up.
"You have to relax your hole, or else it's gonna hurt a lot more." Janelle continued to poke and prod at his asshole. "I'm gonna fuck you one way or another. But it's up to you to decide how painful the experience will be."
She threw her hips back and prepared to finally enter James' hole. James was shaking and his anxiety was high. He quickly decided to relax his backside as much as possible.
With a violent thrust forward, she penetrated him with one go. James' eyes went wide and his mouth dropped open. The only sounds coming out of his mouth with moans and incoherent noises. With the one thrust, James' embarrassingly ejaculates onto the side of the desk. Janelle tried to pulled with lengthy cock out, but his insides were hugging on tightly. She began to rock her hips back and forth. This was the first time James' had ever been fucked, but he was being overstimulated with pleasure to comprehend if he truly enjoyed it or not.
"You love this cock, don't you?" Janelle leaned over his back and got right up to his ear.
James was in a euphoric state and couldn't even hear anything, other than the wet slapping sounds happening behind him. His tongue hung out of his mouth and drool was flowing onto her desktop.
Janelle gave him a slap to his cheek. "I said you love this cock, don't you?!"
"Y-yes."
Another slap. "Say I love your cock mommy!"
"I-I love yo-your cock, mommy." James managed to moan in response.
Janelle was huffing and puffing as she fucked him like a piston. "Say I can't live without your cock, mommy!"
James could fully think, so he just did as he was told. "I can't live without your cock, mommy."
Janelle reached around and pinched his nipples. "Your asshole feels so fucking amazing! Say that I own your pussy!"
"You own this pussy."
"God, I'm so close!" Her thrusts became faster and more animalistic. "Say I need your cum, mommy!"
"I need your cum, mommy." James sounded like a parrot at this point.
"OOOOHHHHH FFFFUUUUUUCCCCKKKK!!" She grabbed his hips and pulled him to the base. She unloaded an unfathomable amount of cum into his gaping . The cum filled his stomach and made him bulge like a balloon. Jizz was leaking out of his asshole as she slid her cock out. As soon as she let go, he collapsed to the floor. He laid in a puddle of sweat and cum. Semen was flowing out of his cave-like asshole like a river.
Janelle grabbed his hair and held his face against his cum-covered cock. "Clean me up, Jamie."
James, who was still unable to think you himself, obliged. He licked and sucked her dick until there wasn't a single sperm cell left. After he swallowed, he stuck his tongue out to show that his job was complete.
Janelle seemed pleased with this. "Good. Now, clean up the floor while I finish my work."
James got on all fours and started licking all of the cum off of the floor. He even cleaned his own mess that he left on the side of the desk. After the office was spotless, he sat on his knees without even getting dressed. He looked like an obedient dog waiting for their master. Some part of his brain just wanted more of her intoxicating juices. He didn't know why he felt this way all the sudden, but he knew that he like it.
After a few minutes of sitting and waiting, Janelle got up from her chair and gestured for James to stand. She handed him a piece of paper. "This is my personal number. I don't want you to answer right now, but call this number if you want this to happen everyday. I want this euphoria of yours to stop and I want you to realize that you really want me when you're not in this blissful state. I'll give you 24 hours starting tomorrow morning. But I'll warn you, if you call and accept my offer, you are no longer James. You will be my cum pet, Jamie. You will obey me, no matter what." She handed James his clothes and walked him to the door. "Goodbye, my pet."
Part 4
After a long drive home, James immediately hit his bed and fell asleep. He didn't realize how tired he was after all of that fucking. When he woke up it was 1:00 in the morning and he just sat in his bed for awhile. The thought of her was running through his mind.
"Could I keep up with her?" He was thinking about her proposal. "How long could I see myself with her? Did I really enjoy it?"
He called in sick to work in order to spend the whole day pondering the offer. James was pacing around his apartment for hours on end. The thought of being her pet and not being in a mutual relationship felt off putting. On one side she was beautiful and he would be lucky to be with her. James had always wanted to be with a futanari, but not like this. To be her personal fucktoy and plaything just didn't sit right with him.
James went to drink some milk with his scrambled eggs, and he remembered her cum. As he drank the milk, it just didn't taste as good. He was missing the taste of her. He just wanted another dose of her love juice.
"What I'll do is call her." He decided to himself as he cleaned his dishes. "I'll try it out in order to get another load of her jizz. And if I don't like it, I'll just say that I'm not gonna be her pet anymore."
At 10:15 am, James made the call to Janelle's personal phone. He was nervous as the phone rang. Then she picked up and immediately hung up. James was extremely confused and a little upset. But then he received a text from her number.
The text read, "Come to 43351 Domside Drive by 5:00. And don't be late this time, unless you like being punished." James' heart was pounding loud as he read her text. And then another text came in, "And come prepared to work all night."
He decided to leave at 11:00 in order to guarantee that he would make it on time today. This time he didn't run into any problems on the road. Not a single cop car stopped him on the interstate. When he got into the city he was really looking around at the surroundings this time. James noticed a lot of tall, muscular women walking around. He surmised that they all must be futanari and this whole city is run by futa. It seemed like heaven to James. If he would've known that a city filled with futanari was so close to him, he would've moved long ago. Maybe his dream relationship was somewhere to be found in the city. But he had already made plans with Janelle, and James was a man of his word.
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As he drove onto Domside Drive, he saw a few futa walking around with men at their sides. However, each of the men were on leashes and a few were walking on all fours. Each of the men had collars and gags on and looked like loyal pets to their respective owners.
James eventually found her house and parked on the street in front. Before leaving his car, he took a deep breath. He looked at the time, it was only 3:48. The thought that she may be annoyed that he showed up so early crossed his mind. But, he was already here and had nowhere else to go. He stepped out of the car and made his way to the front door. He rang the doorbell and stood back and waited.
The door opened and Janelle stood there with her hands on her hips. She was wearing a white, lace lingerie set with a matching robe. She also had a lace cock-sleeve that fit perfectly around her massive cock. Her dark skin looked so smooth and was highlighted by the white lingerie. James couldn't take his eyes off of her dangling cock however. It was gently swinging side to side, like it was trying to hypnotize him where he stood. She looked so beautiful, strong and confident. As she stood there with a slight grin on her face. It was obvious that she didn't care if anyone saw her wearing that clothes that she was wearing. She knew she was the sexiest person in the world, and she was going to show it off.
"Hey there, Jamie." She said in a sultry, sensual tone. "You're here early. What, couldn't get me out of your head?"
James was twiddling his thumbs, shaking and sweating a bit. "I-I... uh... I so-sorr... ca-can I, uh... do you, uh..." He was stammering as stared into her seductive, yet dominant eyes.
"Come on in, Jamie. If you're so eager, then let's get started." She took his hand and pulled him into the house.
James was still a little uneasy about being called Jamie so much. He was dragged into the living room. Janelle took her rope off and threw it on the couch. Her breast were massive and fit into her bra perfectly. Her nipples were erect and pointing straight at James. With their height difference, it was like he was making eye contact with them.
"Keep following me, my pet." Janelle beckoned for him on the stairs.
They went up and turned to the left and were immediately greeted by a locked door. The door had a very secretive feel to it. James wondered why they were starting with this room. The door unlocked with a high-tech fingerprint scanner on the door handle. As the door swung open, James was taken aback by the sight.
It was a crimson red room with many black accessories. From swings to straps and everything else in between. It was a dominatrix's playground. There were nipple clamps and miniature chastity cages on the wall right next to James. Whips and paddle were on a rack to the other side of him. He gulped as the realization dawned on him.
Janelle was standing in the center of the room with a leather flogger in her hand. "You can't turn back now. By walking into this room, you've agreed to be my pet." James looked behind him and he saw that the door was shut and presumably locked. "From now on, you will obey all of my commands and you will not speak unless spoken to." The straps on the flogger caressed her curves as she gently lifted it up her body. "Now, strip."
James' hands were shaking as he bent over towards his shoes. As he stripped until no clothes were left on his body, Janelle watched over him like a hawk. She had a predatory stare as she licked her lips. With only one finger, she beckoned James to her. He sheepishly shuffled over to where she stood. She forced his hands around a pole in the center of the room. Once he was in position, she placed handcuffs on his wrists. James was shaking as she dragged the flogger over his back and down towards his ass.
"Bend that bubble butt for your mommy." She commanded.
Everything crashed into James at once. He was starting to realize, all of this was too much for him. "I'm sorry, I chan-" His words were interrupted by the sound of the flogger hitting hit ass.
"You do not get to speak, pet." Janelle barked at the cowering man beneath her. "I already told you that you have agreed to be my pet by calling me back. And you cemented your role by walking through my front door. It's too late to back out now. We are going to stay in this room until you truly understand what it means to be my pet, Jamie."
Tears began to form in James' eyes as he shivered up against the pole. "I'm sorry, I didn't fully realize what you meant by it. I just thought we were going to have more sex like in your office. If I would've kno-"
His pleads were muffled as she placed a ball-gag into his mouth. "Stop your whining," She said as she clasped the gag around his head. "I just told you that you are my pet and I'm your mommy. We will stay here as long as it takes until you learn to love me and your new role." Another crack of the flogger to his backside. "Now, stick your butt out for me, Jamie."
James whined into the gag, but he did as he was told. He felt her hands grip his hips tightly and pull him closer. She used her knee to push his legs out wider. Now that James was in such a compromising position, she slapped her monster cock down onto his back. The cock's head almost reached to middle of James' back. She slowly rocked her hips back and forth as her cock slid in between his plum butt cheeks. The massive cock on his back was growing and hardening.
"That's right, I hope you're ready." She pulled her hips back and placed the tip of her cock against the entrance of his ass.
With a great deal of pressure, her cock popped into James. It felt a bit easier than last time, but it still hurt a bit. All of his screams and cries were muffled by the red ball in his mouth. The pounding started off as slow and rhythmic. It might have even been misconstrued as loving. But that idea was quickly dismissed as the speed started to pick up. Her cock was plunging deep into his ass. He was squeezing against her as some light squeals left his throat.
"You like that don't you!" She was teasing him as she ravenously fucked his asshole. "Take all of this dick you pathetic whore-bitch!" The whole time her cock was in his ass, she would frequently slap his ass with the flogger.
The massive cock in his tight ass was constantly pounding against his prostate. The sensation sent a shock up his spine and down to his crotch. His penis let out a little rope of water semen.
"God, you are so worthless!" Janelle threw her head back as James' ass tightened. "Look at your little clitty squirm in delight! Soon, you'll only have slut-gasms like this. Your pussy will the only way you'll ever receive pleasure again."
Soon, the cock in his ass began to pulse against his tight hole. Her thrusts became harder and more intense. Eventually, she plunged herself all the way into her pet's ass.
She began to unload straight into his stomach. "Tighten yourself up, bitch! You will not waste a single drop of my cum."
After pouring jizz into him for a minute or so, she was eventually done. She pulled her cock out and walked away without saying anything else.
She came back to him and gave him an order. "Squat down." She followed the order up with a swift smack to his ass with a paddle. "I said to squat down, Jamie!"
As he squatted down, she reached around him and placed clamps on each of his nipples. James winced in pain, but he was unable to contest due to the gag. With all the new additions to her pet, she was ready for round two. She laid down with her legs between his. Her cock was hard again and sticking straight up.
"Sit down, pet." She wanted James to fuck himself on her massive pole.
He slowly lowered himself down onto her moist cock. His hands were still cuffed around the pole. So he hung onto the pole to keep himself balanced. The act of squatting so low naturally opened himself up. Her girthy cock entered fairly easily. He went down just past the halfway point.
"Good whore, keep fucking yourself on your mommy." Janelle was clearly enjoying the view as she lay back with her arms under her head.
James' mind began to feel all fuzzy. His eyesight was blurring as he went lower on her meat-stick. Some moans of pleasure escaped his mouth. Saliva was coating the ball in his mouth. He raised himself up and sat back down lower. The process of him moving up and down continued for awhile. James was moving faster, trying to scratch on inch deep inside. Her cock was penetrating his ass so deep, it felt like it was in his chest. And he loved it. His moans grew louder, he was almost able to take her whole cock inside. A little semen was leaking out of his cage. He plopped his butt all the way down in order to fully appreciate the feeling. His legs were shaking as he accomplished his first .
"That feels good, doesn't it my little bitch?" James answered by nodding like a brain dead idiot. "I'm glad you're finally enjoying your new life, Jamie. But your mommy still needs to cum."
She grabbed onto his hips and raised him up and slammed him all the way down. The sound of his fat ass hitting her thigh reverberated around the entire room. The feeling sent signals of pleasure straight to James' brain. He was her pet, and he was getting addicted to the feeling. Janelle slammed his body down for a few minutes before plunging herself into him one more time. She exploded inside his ass for a second time in under an hour. His stomach was completely full of cum. He looked like he had gained 50 pounds.
The two sat in their sweaty bliss for a moment. They were both breathing heavily. Janelle eventually picked him up and got herself up. She walked over and unlocked his handcuffs. James rubbed his wrist for a second as he looked at his mommy with a face of confusion. She also took his ball-gag off and threw them off to the side.
She cupped his face in her hands and they looked deep into each other's eyes. "What do you love?" She asked plainly.
"Your cock." James had no thoughts in his head. He was just saying whatever popped into his mouth.
"What am I to you?"
"You're my mommy."
"And what are you"
"I'm your useless, little boy."
"Good whore." She patted his head. "I think you've earned a treat." She pushed him to his knees. "How does that sound, Jamie? Would you like a treat?"
"Yes mommy." Jamie said with a blank stare on his face. "I would love your treat."
Janelle did have to say another word, Jamie wrapped his lips around the cum-covered cock. He sucked so hard, trying to get another taste of his mommy's delicious cum. The cock penetrated his throat and made him choke. But that didn't stop him or even slow him down. He sucked with such an intensity, that even Janelle was taken aback. It was so sloppy that spit was flying everywhere and getting on everything. He the now familiar feeling of her veins pulsing. Knowing that this meant she was about to unleash yet another load, James stuck her cock all the way down his throat. Rivers of semen flowed down his throat. After awhile, she pulled his head back and sprayed his face with the last spurt.
He blew bubbles with with fresh load of jizz that was covering his face. He giggled as the bubbles would pop and splash him. He looked up at his mommy with a wide grin.
She smiled back at him and ran her fingers through his hair. "You love being my little slut, don't you? You love obeying me and being used by me. You love doing exactly what you are told to do. Don't you, Jamie?"
"Yes mommy, I am your personal pet. And I fucking love it."
2 MONTHS LATER
Jamie was living with his mommy all the time now. They would have sex at least 6 times a day. When he was in his house, he was not permitted to wear clothes. But, when he went out he would wear shorts and lewd tops.
Janelle would actually take him out, always on a leash that matches his collar. Every now and again, she would take him into work and have him under her desk. Sometime Janelle would fuck Jamie in public. People would stop what they were doing to watch. He would get so turned on as he watched everyone masturbating to the sight. He was a total slut and it felt great.
Sometimes, she would bring some friends over and they would all use him. Some nights would go on for hours and he would take countless cock in his holes. But no matter how many dick fucked him, he only ever truly loved his mommy's cock.
They would spend most of their time together in that room. Jamie often referred to tbe room as his bedroom. Seeing as though he would usually pass out from exhaustion in the room. He loved waking up surrounded by his toys.
The only thing he ever ate anymore was cum. Janell would occasionally offer him some other food, just to see what he would do. Every time however, he would push it away and ask for my cum. She would cum into a dog dish, he would lick it up while she ate her own dinner.
He truly loved being with her now. He was just her loyal, obedient, little pet.