Interlude: Tara Zee

I questioned whether to include these interludes, and do not in my official report. For the sake of completeness however, I am including them here. They give additional insight into futa psychology, and the way society works. While not every interview had one of these interludes afterwards, they weren't exactly unexpected either.

As she finishes speaking, Tara stands up, her part of the story clearly over. I know its not, of course, but she's never spoken about what happened to her after those initial days, or how she spent the rest of the war. Her cock slips from my lips, but still stands erect, as hard as ever. She reaches down, and pulls her dress all the way off, standing nude before me. I've been in this situation enough to assume what's coming next, but move to stand anyway; sometimes I'm wrong.

"Come now, telling that story always gets me in the mood, and I was never going to just be satisfied with your throat. You know the rules, so be a good boy for me."

I nod. I do know, you have to sign assent to them when you cross the border into the United Futa Territories. "How do you want me then?"

"Such a dutiful boy you are. Pants down, against the wall over there, and spread 'em."

I do as she says, my pants and briefs dropping to the floor. I brace my hands against the wall, and spread my legs, bending slightly at the waist. I look down, my head hanging, as I hear her steps behind me. Her hands wrap around my waist, and I feel the head of her hot cock brushing against my hole. It's slick with my spit, the only lube I'm going to get. She doesn't pause, just shoves right in. It's far from my first time, but it still stings, the familiar pain of stretching as a cock shoves past my sphincter and buries deep inside me.

She begins to thrust, fast and hard, working out her pent up libido on my ass.

"You love it, don't you. You were **** to be a whore, get fucked by my famous cock, that's what this is all about, isn't it?"

She's grunting as she speaks, her words punctuated by the slapping of flesh. I reply honestly, my own words slurring at times as she hammers me. "Not really no. I don't enjoy it much, never have. It's just the price of doing business, that's all. This project is more important than any of that."

She laughs.

"More important? Important enough to come all the way here to get fucked like a toy, even when you hate it? It's fun for me either way, you can even struggle if you want, I haven't had a good fight in years."

Her grip on my waist loosens, as if in invitation, but I just stay there limply, letting the pounding continue, not rising to her bait. I know what will happen if I do, and would enjoy that even less. She chuckles, and I feel her tempo increase. It's a dull ache now, a feeling of being too full, stretching more than is comfortable, plus the odd uncomfortable pleasure of having your prostate stimulated again and again by a total stranger. My cock stays soft, swinging between my legs as her heavy balls tap into mine again and again.

"You have a sweet ass, you know that? Nice and tight, like it was made for milking cocks. Are you ready for your prize?"

I don't answer, I never do, but her hips slam into my cheeks again and again, and then I feel the familiar warmth. Her cock is buried deep within me, pulsing and spurting, her orgasm filling my ass. Her hands clamp tight around my waist, holding me to her until it subsides. She pulls out slowly, her cock finally softening, and I feel her cum dribbling out of me, running down my leg. I walk stiffly back to my pants, and bend to collect them; she gives my ass a final slap as I do.

"Such a fun interview this turned out to be. Give me a call any time if you want to ask some follow up questions, I'll be sure to give you thorough answers."

"I think that's all I need, but I'll call if anything comes up." I reply, ignoring her obvious innuendo. I pull my pants on, my ass still running with cum; streaks of her love hardening in my hair. It's not like it will cause any comment; that's just a fact of life in the UFT, and won't cause any comment if seen on the street. Indeed, it's rarer to see visitors who aren't slightly wide eyed, smeared in cum.

"Oh, let me see your card before you go. Need to add to your official tally."

I hand over the modified passport all visitors to the UFT are given, to track how many times they're bred, and by who. She holds her phone by it until it dings, the chip in the card automatically entering the information.

"I was your first this visit, really? With an ass like that? Come back any time boy, and I'll show you what you've been missing."

She blows me a kiss and wags her cock at me as I depart, politely nodding my head as I close the door behind me.