His Highschool Bully Britney

He couldn't bring himself to tell her. Not now. Not when he’d dragged her here. "Yes," he lied, his voice hoarse. "Britney. I… I choose Britney." He had to face his demons, apparently. Or, more accurately, watch his wife face them, in the most intimate way imaginable.

A few minutes later, the door to their private room opened. And there she was. Britney Miller. Only, this wasn't the snarling, aggressive girl he remembered. This was a woman, captivating and powerful in ways his teenage mind couldn't have comprehended. Her red hair, now a vibrant, fiery cascade, framed a face that was both beautiful and utterly dominant. She wore a tailored black dress that clung to her curves, The Velvet material came to mid thigh. Black thigh-high stockings ran along her long legs to a pair of black high heels. With the heels she towered over Steve. Her eyes, the same piercing green he remembered, fixed first on Steve with a flicker of recognition, then settled on Emily with an almost predatory gaze.

And then, Steve saw it. Protruding proudly from her crotch, impossibly thick and long, was a monstrous, purplish cock. It was a masterpiece of raw masculinity, veiny and engorged even at rest, easily a foot long, maybe more. His terrified mind supplied, remembering the description. It dwarfed anything he could ever imagine, making his own meager offering feel like a child’s toy.

Emily, for her part, gasped, her eyes widening. She’d always been intrigued by the idea of a futa, a fantasy she’d never voiced, but seeing one so… magnificent, so undeniably female in form but with a clear outline snaking down her thigh of an unbelievably sized male tool, rendered her speechless.

Britney’s lips curved into a slow, confident smile. “Steve Henderson. Long time no see.” Her voice was a low contralto, rich and resonant. “And you must be Emily. Steve’s told me… a lot about you.” The last part felt like a barb, aimed squarely at Steve.

Steve could only nod, his throat closing up. This was a thousand times worse than he’d imagined.

“Per our establishment’s rules,” Britney continued smoothly, her gaze still locked on Emily, "Mr. Henderson will proceed to the viewing room. Emily and I will remain here.”