The World’s First Futa – Futa’s Naughty Jobs

Chapter Two: Futa’s First Naughty Reality Show

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2018

April 17th, 2047

“You don’t make it sound like your time on Living with the Futa was all that much fun,” Adelia said as she interviewed me. It was a long one. We had been going for a few hours as I relived the roller-coaster fun of my life as the world’s first futa.

“I thought it would be,” I said. “I really did. Me living in a house with four girls, getting to know them, making love to the same women over and over instead of just fucking four or five strangers a day, promised something new. It was a break from all the meaningless, if amazing, sex. I was feeling restless. I was, what, twenty-nine. I hoped I would find true love on the show. I really, really did. I wanted it to work, but the producer…”

“Oh, was there drama behind the scenes as well as on the screen?” asked Adelia, her interviewer senses sniffing an exciting story.

“You have no idea,” I said, leaning back. “That’s what they wanted. Drama. Ratings. I swear they cast girls who would butt heads with each other and drive me nuts.”

“So not the best people?” asked Adelia.

“They were all ‘personalities,’ to put it… politically. All except Rosalía, and she was a wilting flower put on the show to be bullied, or that’s my theory.” I sighed. “It was going great for the first couple of days and then it all blew up…”

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August 20th, 2028

Before becoming a futanari, when I had more time to watch TV, I was a big fan of reality shows. Whether it was American Idol, the Bachelorette, or even Top Chef, I watched them all. They always did these interview segments, what I had learned in the last few days was called a talking head segment. I just don’t recall the interviewer, in this case the producer Shanelle, impaling her pussy on the interviewee’s (that would be me) cock.

I had changed the world.

I groaned as her pussy engulfed my dick as I sat in the chair, a pair of cameras shooting us, one over my shoulder, the other over hers. Shanelle, a willowy redhead with a gold nose ring glinting beneath the camera lights, let out such a moan of delight as she settled onto my lap, her cunt sliding down my futa-cock. I groaned, twisting in my chair, pleasure flooding through me.

“There,” she said, her naked body shifting, her round breasts nudging into my tits. We had about the same size bust, our tits both perky and firm. Her dusky nipples kissed mine, sending another tingle of delight racing to my juicy pussy. “How has it been going, Becky?”

“Getting to know the girls,” I said.

“Mmm, yes, yes, we’ve seen,” Shanelle said. “Got some great footage of you and them. Especially what you did with Essence last night.”

“Essence…” I sighed, and not in a good way. Despite the amazing hummer she gave me followed be me sodomizing her while she bent over the railing of the back porch for all of the Hollywood Hills to witness, I wasn’t a fan of her.

“Interesting,” Shanelle said, a naughty glint in her blue eyes. “What is your impression of Essence, besides that girl can deep-throat your clit-dick with gusto.”

“Well…” I bit my lip. I had to be honest. “She’s a prima donna. She thinks she’s hot shit, you know. Just the best thing in the world. She parades around the house like once that I’ve seen her cute ass, I didn’t need to enjoy another woman’s ever again.

“And, trust me, Essence ass isn’t that hot.”

“You would know,” Shanelle said, shifting around on me and letting out a coo of delight as her pussy clenched down on my dick. “Mmm, and what do you think of the other girls? How are you getting along with them?”

“Vikki just keeps telling me about his ‘amazing’ business opportunity,” I said, shaking my head. Even with my dick buried in hot, tight pussy I couldn’t keep my irritation out of my voice. My hands squeezed Shanelle’s ass, shifting her on my dick. “I think she’d rather have me co-sign a loan with her then feel my dick fuck her pussy now that I’ve bred her.”

“Ooh, the deliveries will make such an amazing nine month reunion,” sighed Shanelle. “Big ratings boast. Get a lot of streaming views.”

“What about cable ratings?” I asked.

She shrugged. “It’s almost dead. It’s all about streaming over the internet. Mmm, and you’re content… People can’t get enough of you, Becky.” She squeezed her cunt around my dick. “What about Mollie?”

“She seems sweet,” I said, “but she’s always trying to badmouth the other girls. You know, belittling them. It’s annoying. I hate that sort of thing. I can only imagine what she’s saying behind my back to the cameras.”

“Well, when the episodes air, you’ll just have to watch and find out,” Shanelle said, wiggling on me, rubbing her nipples against mine. “Ooh, you have such an amazing cock, Becky. I just want to fuck you so hard but… What about Rosalía?”

I smiled. “Now she’s sweet. She’s quiet and cute and… I like her.”

My fingers dug into Shanelle’s ass. I hadn’t spent so much time with the same girl since… college. Since I stopped hanging out with Kurt, Dona, Chris, and Tiffany. I used to fuck Dona and Tiffany all the time. Even Mrs. Albertson and her step-daughter, plus the president of my college.

Since college, I didn’t have that. While I was in Japan doing Futanari Explosion, I didn’t make any real friends. I just had a stream of sexy schoolgirls, hot pop stars, and naughty adult idols streaming into my bedroom when I wasn’t fucking on stage for the game show.

“I like her a lot,” I said, nodding my head. “I wish she was a little more assertive. She’s a bit passive, but… She passes the time.”

“Wonderful,” Shanelle said, lifting her pussy up and down my cock. “Mmm, I’m glad you’re swishing with her.”

Swishing? Was that some new slang?

“Yes, yes, just so glad you’re here,” Shanelle continued, her breasts rubbing on mine, our nipples kissing, as she rode my cock.

“Me, too,” I groaned, squeezing and kneading her rump as she worked that fine ass up and down my girl-cock. Her cunt gripped it with such hot passion. It felt incredible. I didn’t want this bliss to stop. I wanted her to keep fucking up and down my shaft until I erupted.

And from the way she grinned, she wanted the same thing.

The sexy producer worked that tight, hot pussy up and down my dick. I whimpered, loving the cameras filming this. It was so hot. I never got tired of getting naughty on television or the internet. My girl-cock throbbed and twitched in her pussy as she worked that hot cunt up and down my dick.

My digits massaged her ass, kneading into her rump. My fingers clenched and relaxed as her cute butt flexed beneath them. She slammed down my cunt again and again, only to slide back up so she could impale herself again. Her pussy squeezed so tight as she rose, making me whimper.

“Work that bred pussy on my futa-cock!” I moaned, my head tossing back and forth, my blonde curls spilling about my shoulders.

“Ooh, yes, yes, yes!” she hissed. “I’m going to enjoy this. I’m going to cum so hard on your girl-dick!”

“Then you’re going to be famous!” I whimpered, my fingers sliding into her butt-crack. I loved caressing up and down a woman’s warm divide and finding their naughty backdoor.

Her eyes widened when my fingers played with her back there. She let out a whimpering groan of delight, her pussy clenching about my cock as she rose up it. My dick throbbed inside of her as my digit danced along her asshole.

I arched an eyebrow at her.

“Yes!” she hissed.

I thrust a finger into her asshole, the camera behind her pivoting down to capture the naughty action. Her bowels clenched about my probing finger. I pumped my digit in and out of her, loving the velvety heat engulfing it.

I shoved a second digit into her. I could feel my clit-dick through her flesh. I pressed into my shaft, massaging it as she bounced on my shaft. Her tits heaved as she leaned back on me, hands hooked behind my neck.

“Becky!” she squealed. “Oh, yes, yes, yes, Becky!”

I groaned and throbbed. My dick twitched inside of her pussy. She engulfed me in her passion. I whimpered. A wave of bliss rippled through me. My dick spurted. My cum fired into her. Hot jizz splashed over and over into the depths of her snatch.

Her pussy clenched then spasmed around my dick as she joined me in climatic ecstasy. It was such a wonderful thing to experience. My eyes squeezed shut as the rapture crashed through my body. My head tossed from side to side. Such bliss burned through my body.

I drowned in it.

“Yes!” I groaned as her pussy milked my jizz from my snatch. “Mmm, I really, really love these talking head segments.”

“They’re the best,” Shanelle panted, her body twitching on me. “You’re really changing the world, you know that, Becky? Just making it so different.” She groaned. “What will happen when your horde of futa-daughters hit eighteen?”

“No idea,” I said. “Maybe they’ll flood the world with more futas, or maybe they’ll be more like guys.”

“Mmm, it’s going to be interesting. Just eight or so more years until your firstborns are adults.”

I blinked. Where did the time go?

“Well,” Shanelle said, lifting her pussy off my girl-dick, “I have to hit the editing bay. This was good stuff. You enjoy your afternoon. Don’t forget, we’re all attending the premier of the new X-Men movie tonight. It’s kicking off a new franchise.”

“Didn’t they just reboot that two years ago?” I asked.

“Three,” she said, shrugging. “But I’ll be great. You’re going to breed the girl playing Jubilee and the girl playing Storm. So that’ll be a great segment of the show.”

I sighed. “I thought I was just spending time with the four girls here.”

“They’ll be there, too,” she said. “This is a great bit of cross-promotion.