The World’s First Futa – Futa’s Wedding Delight

Chapter Two: Futa’s First Naughty Wedding

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2018

April 17th, 2047

“So, did it work?” Adelia asked me, leaning forward, the interviewers dark eyes so warm as they stared at me. “Did they keep you distracted?”

I patted her caramel-hued thigh right above the hem of her dress, my futa-dick twitching as I remembered that wild night. “They tried. My cheer squad showed up and kept me busy for a few hours, and the president of the University of Washington demanded a nice fuck pressed against the hotel room window.” I smiled as I remembered driving my cock so hard into her cunt while she screamed her head off. “But by 4 AM, there were a lot of passed out, well-fucked girls in my room, and I was still somehow keyed up and wide awake.

“My cock had an itch in it. Rosemary was in the hotel somewhere. Her pussy was in need of being bred. I tried to focus on the promise I made Kurt, but… I found myself with no diversions to enjoy.”

“That doesn’t sound good,” Amelia said.

I squeezed her thigh and shook my head.

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June 11th, 2022

I closed the door to my hotel room behind me as quietly as I could. That itch throbbed through my futa-dick. I had a complimentary bathrobe wrapped about my body splattered in my own jizz and half the pussy juices of the University of Washington’s cheer squad, both former and active members of the group. They were all passed out.

I should be passed out.

But my futa-dick throbbed.

It thrust out the gap in my robe, pointing ahead of me. It was almost like it pulled me along. I stumbled down the hallway of the Red Lion Hotel, one of the nicest in Seattle. The wedding was happening tomorrow on the premise. My ex-boyfriend Kurt was marrying the love of his life, the mysterious Rosemary who swept him off his feet in a day.

I bet she would gasp so loudly on my futa-cock. She would milk my dick of all my girl-cum. I would pump her full of so much jizz. It would be incredible. Fantastic. The bride would scream out in rapture as I bred her pussy. I would give the happy couple the naughtiest gift of all: a futa-daughter growing in Rosemary’s baby.

I know Kurt didn’t want me to fuck his bride. I wanted to keep that promise so badly.

“Stupid cock,” I muttered as I marched to the elevator. “There is plenty of pussy back in my hotel room. Mei Wen is cuddled up with her wife, Immaculada. I could just fuck her up the ass. Doesn’t that sound good?”

My girl-dick twitched a no.

“This is so wrong,” I groaned as I reached the elevator. “Come on, it’s not too late to turn around, march back to the hotel room, and enjoy Ashlie’s pussy.” It was wonderful seeing the cheer captain. It had been three years since I saw the pushy blonde who strong-armed me into being a cheerleader and utterly changed my life. “Please, please, let’s just go back.”

I pushed the down button on the elevator.

“Why am I doing this?” I demanded. I knew it was so wrong, I just couldn’t stop myself. I even hated myself as I stepped into the elevator. “Just such a futa-slut. Can’t control yourself at all. Rosemary’s the <em>one</em> woman in the world you promised not the fuck. There like 3 billion other women out there. Why not go find one and breed her?”

The elevator lurched down.

“There’s other women in this <em>hotel</em>. Plenty of women are in Seattle we could breed, too.”

But Rosemary… She was forbidden. Why did that make her so intoxicating? Why couldn’t I just do this <em>one</em> thing for Kurt. He was a great guy, an amazing friend. He didn’t hate me after I became a futa and broke up with him. Why was I doing this.

I wanted to cry in frustration.

The elevator doors opened onto the lobby. I stepped out. There was one way I could find Rosemary. One person in this entire hotel who could give me the answers. I marched towards the front desk through the empty lobby, my futa-dick pulsing before me. I reached the polished, marble surface of the counter. A metal push bell, the type you smacked with your palm to make it ring, resting before me.

I smacked it.

A chime resounded through the air. My futa-dick pulsed and throbbed. I put on a hungry smile, eager to seduce the concierge into giving up Rosemary’s room. I just had to dangle my futa-cock before the concierge and she would—

A man walked out of the back room, a smile crossing his dusky features. “Can I help you, miss?” he asked, his accent cultured and British, the refined tones of someone from the Indian Subcontinent who had an education. “Is there something wrong?”

“No, no,” I groaned. “You wouldn’t be able to tell me which room Rosemary Ramsey is staying in.”

“Ah, no,” he said. “She asked for her privacy. You must be… Becky.”

I swallowed. “Guilty.” I leaned in. “Bet you never thought to meet a celebrity, eh? I can give you an autograph if you help me out.”

“You’re hardly the first celebrity to stay at the Red Lion Hotel,” he said. “This is where dignitaries stay when they visit Seattle. I can help you with something else, but not this.”

The finality in his tone sent such relief through me. I tried. I couldn’t find Rosemary. I didn’t have to betray Kurt. My poor dick would just have to find satisfaction somewhere else. I gave the concierge a polite smile and turned around, my aching girl-cock bouncing before me.

She needed to cum so badly and…

A maid crossed the lobby heading for the elevator. She had ebony skin and a certain sway to her hips that her gray smock couldn’t hide. My clit-dick twitched so hard at the sight of her curly weave of hair spilling down to her shoulders. It had a lustrous gleam about it, exciting. She entered the elevator.

The doors started to close.

I hurried across the lobby, calling, “Hold the elevator!”

“Sure,” the black woman said, thrusting her hand out and catching the door. They retracted. She gave me a smile and then her eyes widened when she saw what was bouncing before me, thrust through my robe’s opening. “You?”

“Yep, me,” I said as I slipped into the elevator. “Mmm, yes it is… Shania.” I read her name off her nametag. “What a cute name.”

“I heard you were staying with us,” she groaned. “Oh, my god, I love watching the Miss Bred Beauty Pageant. I masturbated so hard during the last one when that pregnant, Chinese girl used the violet wand on your body and made your dick erupt so high up into the air.”

“That was sooooo much fun,” I groaned. “Ha-Yun deserved to win the crown this year.”

“And now you’re here with this dick,” the Black maid said. She fell to her knees as the elevator lurched up. “Oh, god, it’s just as big as they say and… Is that pussy juices on your dick?”

“I’ve been fucking all night,” I purred, staring down at her, an idea forming in my mind. “Why don’t you get a taste?”

“Yes!” the Black maid breathed.

Shania <em>inhaled</em> my cock. She sucked my girl-dick into her mouth with such enthusiasm. I groaned as her lips wrapped about my girth. She sucked on it so hard. Her cheeks hollowed. Her tongue danced around it. I groaned at her hunger, the pleasure shooting down to my pussy, satiating that itch.

For a moment.

I pulled open my robes, baring my round breasts. I smiled at her as her dark eyes stared up at me. Her ebony cheeks hollowed as she worshiped my ivory shaft. She bobbed her mouth as she sucked with such enthusiasm, her tongue dancing around the crown of my dick.

The elevator stopped, dinging that we arrived. The doors opened as she kept sucking on my girl-dick. She worshiped it. bobbing her mouth with such hunger. Her right hand grasped the base of my futa-shaft, stroking me while her left pressed into my blonde bush to stroke the hot lips of my pussy.

“Ooh, yes, yes, yes, you naughty slut,” I purred. “Mmm, you’re so hungry for my futa-jizz. I’m going to just pump your mouth full of cum.”

She sucked and slurped on my dick in answer, her fingers jamming into my cunt as the elevator doors slid closed. We didn’t move, the elevator just on standby between floors, echoing with the sounds of our passion.

“Yes, you’re so eager for it,” I groaned, my pussy clenching down on her digits. “Mmm, yes, just keep sucking on my dick, and you’ll get your first taste of futa-jizz.”

Her eyes fluttered.

“It’s such a salty treat.”

Her lips popped off my dick long enough for her to moan, “Oh, I want that so badly, Becky!”

I groaned as she engulfed my futa-cock again. Her tongue danced about the spongy crown. My pussy clenched down on her. I whimpered, my blonde hair spilling about my shoulders as I shook. She had such an enthusiasm about her.

I couldn’t deny her what she craved. I didn’t fight her as she worked those two digits in and out of my juicy snatch, teasing me, driving me wild. My ovaries grew hotter and hotter as my cum built and built inside of me.

I licked my lips, grinning at her. I would fire so much jizz. I would drench her in my cum. It would fell incredible. My pussy clenched on her probing fingers, increasing the friction while pleasure rippled down my girl-dick from her dancing tongue.

“Ooh, Shania!” I panted. “Oh, damn, that’s good. I… Yes!”

My orgasm burst inside of me.

My pussy spasmed about her fingers while my futa-cock gave her what she craved. I pumped load after load of futa-jizz into her hungry mouth. Her ebony cheeks bulged as she gulped down my cum. She swallowed with noisy passion.

Pleasure rippled out of my cunt, meeting the rapture firing from my futa-dick. I smiled, drinking it in. My entire body buzzed from the euphoria of this moment. I shook my head, a big grin crossing my lips as she nursed on my girl-dick. Her tongue caressed the spongy tip as my ecstasy peaked and died.

“Mmm, yes, yes, you loved that,” I moaned.

She popped her mouth off my futa-dick and bounded to her feet. She threw her arms around my neck, her dark eyes swimming with such lust. She kissed me hard, thrusting her cum-coated tongue into my mouth, letting me taste myself.

I savored the flavor. I groaned, loving the taste of my own jizz adorning her tongue.