Vacation Update

Hi all. I'm halfway through my vacation. My phone is giving me issues. It is not getting the amount of data it should (like 140 kpbs instead of 7mbps it should) so my internet access is even worse than I planned on. But I am relaxing. I did write a futa story this morning. Here's an excerpt from the rought draft of Posing for the Futa-Billionaire (Futa Wife's Dominating Boss) an interracial cuckolding erotica.

“I'd love to pose for you, Ms. Kelsey.”

“Wonderful,” she purred. “This way.”

She said the words with such command in her voice I found myself following without any thought.  A shiver ran through my body as we reached the doors at the far end. She pushed them open onto a large and lavish office. It was bigger than our living room, bigger than our entire first floor of our house. At the far end lay an immense desk, ornate and expensive, a computer monitor on it, the rest of the desk bare. She had several couches to the right, like a small living room in itself. Immense windows looked out on the city of Seattle, the Space Needle lit up in the darkness.

More pictures filled the walls. The same wives as in her office, only these women were naked. Their breasts on display, their pussies exposed. Hands touched themselves, pleasure crossing their faces. Some had streaks of milky white painted across their flesh.

A futa's cum.

My cheeks burned. The doors closed behind me with a booming thud. I shivered, swallowing. What was going on? My eyes looked on Candyce, her face twisted in orgasmic pleasure, her legs spread wide and something dark thrust into her pussy. My eyes widened, seeing a thick, ebony cock filling her cunt, leading to a dark bush and a stomach leading out of frame.

I glanced at the billionaire, my cheeks burning. She looked at me with such hunger.

“Yes, I keep my most stimulating photos in here to keep my spirits up through the long work day,” she purred, striding to me, her heels clicking on the marble flooring. She swayed, her breasts jiggling in her silver dress.

I looked away, my breath coming fast, my breasts stretching out my demi bra. Dana's round breasts dripped in cum. It ran down her curves, her fingers playing with the pearly lines. Caileigh's petite body lay on the ornate desk, her legs spread wide, her blonde bush matted down with the jizz leaking out of her well-fucked cunt.

“I-I...” I swallowed, looking around. “Ms. Kelesy, this is...”

“Inspiring,” she smiled. “You should have seen the look on your futa-wife's face when I insisted she bring you to the party tonight. I brought her to right here, showed her the space on the wall you're picture would go.” She stopped behind me, rubbing my shoulders, turning me to a gap on the wall, a bare spot needing a photo. Her hands stroked my bare shoulders, brushing the spaghetti straps. A shiver ran through me.

“My f-futa-wife k-knows about this?” I stammered. 

“Everyone knows.” The futa-billionaire pressed herself closer. “That's what makes this so exciting.” Her hands tightened. “Now, let's take your pictures. Go to my desk, sit on it, cross those legs and lean back on your arms. Let your breasts thrust forward. Let's immortalize your beauty.”

I stared at the door. My heart racing. I couldn't do this. I couldn't cheat on my futa-wife with this billionaire. I couldn't let this futa use me like the other women. But...such a strange heat washed through me. The billionaire was so bold, so confident. Telling my futa-wife to bring me to the party tonight so that her boss could...

And my futa-wife did it.

She wanted me to please her futa-boss. For her promotion. I felt like a cheap prostitute as I walked to the desk, half in shock I was even doing this. Half knowing that we needed the money. That I loved my futa-wife and wanted to please her. And half...because the women all looked so lusty, so satiated, so pleasured.

How did this futa-billionaire make these dozen married women all have that same look.

I sat on the desk, crossing my legs, feeling the hem of my skirt slid up my thighs. I leaned back on it, my throat exposed as my black hair fell back off my neck. I felt my sapphire necklace shifting about my throat as I squirmed. My heart raced, my breasts rising, stretching out the dress.

“Mmm, yes,” purred the futa-billionaire, raising the camera and focusing at me.

She snapped the pictures. The flash fired, immortalizing my beauty. A wicked thrill ran through me as I posed. I stared at the camera, wanting to please this futa for my futa-wife. I would make sure Jordan got her promotion. If she sent me in here to be used by her futa-boss, then I would enjoy every moment of it. I would preen and pose.

The futa-billionaire moved, snapping photos. Every time the camera flashed, my pussy clenched. My naughty, married snatch grew wetter and wetter. My nipples throbbed and ached, pressing against my bra. I turned my head, following the billionaire as she snapped her photos.

“Mmm, just perfect,” she'd purred. “Yes, yes, that's the look of a wanton hot wife. Just like that. Now bring your left hand up to your breasts, cup your tit, squeezing it through your dress. Yes, like that.”

The camera flashed as I squeezed my breast, just following the instructions of this dominating futa. I surrendered to her desires. I would give her what she wanted for my futa-wife. I surrendered my will to her commands, shifting my body.

“Your wedding ring sparkles,” she purred. “Be proud of being a wife. It's such a beautiful thing to so devote yourself to your futa.”

“I love her,” I purred, staring at her through the lense with a hungry look, smiling as my pussy grew hotter.

“Yes, you do,” groaned the billionaire. “Now stand and turn around, bend over the desk.”

I slipped off the desk, turning. I felt the black skirt rising my ass as I bent over, the material hugging my curving rump. I wiggled it, so excited. I looked over my shoulder at her, black hair falling across my cheek.

“No, no, that won't do,” she said, voice so strong. “I can see your panty line through the skirt. Take them off.”

I shivered, my pussy clenching, now it had begun. I straightened, shivering at how easy this was, stripping off my underwear for another futa. I glanced at the door, knowing Jordan was out in the party, everyone there knowing just what was happening in here.

That I was stripping naked for the futa-boss. That I would fuck her. 

A shuddering realization washed through me. I had only been with two futas, my high school futa-girlfriend who took my virginity, and Jordan. And after tonight, I couldn't say that any longer. I would violate my marriage vows.

And cuckold my futa-wife.