Futa CockSlut!

The front lawn of Chelsea’s house was bathed in the golden haze of late afternoon, the air thick with the scent of freshly cut grass and the faintest hint of jasmine from the garden. John Marvel shifted uncomfortably on the cool blades, his bare ass pressing into the earth as he waited for whatever fresh hell Astoria had cooked up this time. Daphne still tied up and gaged lay sprawled across his lap, her breath hitching as Astoria traced idle circles over the curve of her hip with a fingertip.

“You two look adorable like this,” Astoria purred, tilting her head as she admired her handiwork. “Almost makes me want to keep you this way.”

John groaned, his cock twitching despite the humiliation. “Just get on with it, Astoria. The sooner we’re dressed, the sooner we can stop looking like your personal sex dolls.”

Astoria smirked, but before she could retort, the front door creaked open. All three of them turned their heads—just in time to see Chelsea Long crawl out onto the porch on all fours, her body glistening in the sunlight like some kind of depraved goddess.

She was stunning—every inch of her toned, tanned skin on display, save for the black leather collar snug around her throat, the fluffy white cat ears perched atop her head, and the obscene curve of the butt plug nestled between her cheeks, a fluffy tail swaying with each movement. But what really made John’s mouth go dry was the glint of metal encasing her futa cock, the cage tight enough to make his own dick throb in sympathy.

“Fucking hell,” John breathed, his voice thick with lust.

Chelsea’s lips curled into a wicked grin as she padded down the steps, her hips swaying with feline grace. “Miss me, sluts?”

Behind her, Jasmine and Claire stepped out, fully clothed in sleek, form-fitting dresses that did little to hide their amusement. Jasmine’s dark eyes raked over John’s naked body, lingering on his half-hard cock, while Claire bit her lip as she took in Daphne’s spread thighs.

“Astoria, you animal,” Jasmine said, shaking her head. “You actually got there parents to give them to you?”

Astoria shrugged, feigning innocence. “What? They were being to big of sluts for their parents, they need time away form them.”

Chelsea crawled right up to John, her tail brushing against his thigh as she nuzzled her face against his hip. “Mmm, you smell delicious,” she murmured, her tongue flicking out to trace the sensitive skin just above his groin. John hissed, his cock jerking fully erect at the teasing contact.

“Fuck—Chelsea, stop,” he gasped, though his hips betrayed him, arching up into her touch.

Daphne, still draped over his lap, let out a breathy laugh after Claire removed her mouth gag. “Oh, now you’re shy? After letting Astoria parade us around town naked all day before coming to Chelsea for her party?”

Claire stepped forward, her fingers tangling in Daphne’s hair as she tilted the other woman’s head back. “Shut up and take it, sweetheart,” she murmured before claiming Daphne’s mouth in a searing kiss. Daphne moaned, her body melting into the contact, her fingers digging into John’s thigh as Claire’s free hand slid down to cup her breast.

Jasmine, meanwhile, dropped to her knees beside Chelsea, her hands gliding over the futa’s toned back before gripping her hips. “You’re such a good little kitten,” she cooed, her voice dripping with approval. Chelsea purred, arching into the touch before turning her attention back to John.

“You want a taste, big boy?” she whispered, her fingers wrapping around the base of his cock. John groaned, his head falling back against the grass as she stroked him slow and deliberate, her thumb swiping over the leaking tip.

Astoria, not one to be left out, straddled Daphne’s waist, her skirt riding up just enough to reveal she wasn’t wearing any panties. “You’re both going to be such good little toys for us,” she murmured, grinding down against Daphne’s stomach. Daphne whimpered, her hips bucking up into the friction.

Claire broke the kiss with Daphne just long enough to smirk. “Looks like someone’s *

**** for attention from her new mistresses.” She slid her hand between Daphne’s thighs, her fingers gliding through the slick heat there. Daphne cried out, her back arching as Claire teased her clit with slow, maddening circles.

John was losing his mind. Chelsea’s mouth was right there, her breath hot against his cock, her tongue flicking out to lap at the precome beading at his slit. “Fuck—please mistress,” he begged, his fingers tangling in her hair.

Chelsea chuckled, the vibration sending a jolt of pleasure straight through him. “Since you asked so nicely,” she purred before taking him deep into her mouth. John’s hips jerked, his cock hitting the back of her throat as she hollowed her cheeks, sucking him with obscene enthusiasm.

Astoria, meanwhile, had shifted her attention to Daphne’s tits, her mouth closing around one nipple while her fingers pinched the other. Daphne was a writhing mess beneath her, her moans muffled by Claire’s mouth as the other woman continued to work her pussy with skilled fingers.

Jasmine, not content to just watch, leaned in and captured Chelsea’s lips in a filthy kiss, her hand slipping between the futa’s thighs to stroke her caged cock. Chelsea whimpered around John’s dick, her hips rocking into Jasmine’s touch.

The front lawn was a symphony of moans and gasps, the scent of sex thick in the air. John could feel his orgasm building, his balls tightening as Chelsea’s mouth worked him over with relentless precision. “Fuck—fuck, I’m gonna—”

Jasmine yelled at Chelsea "stop, kitty slut, he doesn't get to cum" Chelsea pulled back off John's cock as she was instructed to by her mistress Jasmine.

Jasmine was stripping as Chelsea followed her instructions.