Pleasure her.

You carefully took not of her reactions as you probed the inside of her cunt with the vibrator and teased her clit with your tongue. You couldn't see her face or anything, as her balls, cock and skirt were all between you and that, but you could hear her moans, feel her balls tighten on your head and her cunt leak against your chest. A moment later a blob of what had to be her precum fell onto your back as you hit a particularly sensitive spot inside her with the vibrator. You pulled away from her clit for a moment. "Oh...did I find your G-Spot, Dean?" you ask, emphasizing her title in a teasing manner.

You got a growl and one hand descending towards your head, she **** your head back towards her clit, well, palm her balls to push your head, but a cruel grinding twist of the vibrator made her hand return to the bar, holding herself in place. "Use your words, unless you're asking me to stop?" You pull the vibrator away, letting it slide out of her cunt with a slurp, leaving her unstimulated for a moment.

She whined like a bitch in heat, "I...I don't know, that hole's for babies and breeding I never--but it feels good!" she admitted desperately, "don't stop!"

You smile to yourself, but know you have only moments before she's stable enough to pull her hands from the bar and push you into place. So you move quickly, your tongue finds her clit again and one hand forces the nicely lubed vibrator, with it's precise curve between the magnificent cheeks and deep into her ass. This provoked a howl of outrage and surprise, "THAT HOLE'S FOR BOYS!" she yelled, but her hands never left the bar, they couldn't, not without making her fall over.

You pull back your mouth, just far enough to let your free hand form a fist and slide inside her. This was from Will's self-defense training. If you tried to finger a futa, you could get broken fingers, but a full hand would make them feel like another futa's cock was slamming into all their deepest points. Her dress was fully balled up around her cock, which had to have fully risen, had to be aimed directly at her own face, had to be--

You heard the sound of fabric tearing as she twisted above you, throwing her head back and her tight white shirt gave way as her rapid breathing pushed at it from the inside and her hard cock pushed from the outside. You couldn't see it, but one of the buttons flew across the room, almost halfway to where the security guards were watching the show with rapt attention and bulges not quite being contained by their tight cups.

"Well, I'm a boy, so I'm taking it," you say, low and teasing, though you doubt anyone can hear you over the sounds escaping the massive futa above you. And that obviously wasn't what she meant, quite the reverse in fact. But if her cock wasn't getting what it needed and you couldn't really solve that problem, you were no Johnnie, well, there were other ways to pleasure a futa and you'd learned all of them.

If only there was someone else here, to push Dean--Ms--Eleanor's titties together so that she could at least get a good titfuck, that would make it even better, but as you twisted the vibrator and ground your knuckles against the previously identified g-spot and lowered your head back to her clit...you thought you were doing okay. You knew the moment you found her prostate, because her moans cut off in a choked noise and you felt another spatter of liquid along your back. You fluttered your tongue over her clit and felt her cunt squeeze down hard, and her ass tightened so much that the vibrator squealed almost as loud as she did and then stopped, as did she, suddenly going so silent you could hear the squelching and lapping sounds you were making with your fist and tongue. You pushed hard, barely able to have any effect, but kept the pressure up as her legs shook and you felt her balls tighten up so much that your head was almost entirely free of your temporary hat. Her cunt squeezed even tighter, almost breaking your hand as her legs locked for a moment, then failed completely as an ocean of cum cascaded down your back, so hot it felt like someone had spilled a hot drink on your back, and, undoubtedly, though you couldn't see it, all over her too.

It seemed to go on forever her legs pressing against your shoulders tightly, as if she was trying to pull you into her cunt with her legs and there was an unnatural silence as you made her cum and cum and cum, from her ass, her cunt, her clit...everything except what you could usually manage easily, the penis. It made you feel good to know you were so skilled, even if you'd learned these skills in a self-defense class. Her legs suddenly stopped pushing, her cunt stopped squeezing and a low whimpering gasp came from above your head, clearly audible now that her balls were clear of your head, retracted to the base of the cock to more easily pump out the gallons of cum which had painted your back and her face.

She started to fall...there were only really two ways that could go...