Queen of FUTA - Chapter 11

You’re shooting another commercial in Orlando. This one is more fleshed out and serious than the last one, and much less flamboyantly sexy. In this one, you’re kicking a ball around a muddy field, doused with fake rain. It’s just you; nobody else. This is how you know that you’ve made it big: you alone are the focus of this ad. It’s meant to make FUTA look like a display of strength and willpower, kind of like those old Army commercials where they’d show people doing stuff in the rain in super slow motion, looking tough.

That’s… exactly what they’re doing here. You are doused in fake rain, and from what you understand, they’re going to slow this footage way down and have some A-list actor narrate about having the will to excel or something. Sounds pretty cringe to you, but they’re paying you enough to spend one day kicking a ball that you can seriously imagine one day having a boat like Tess’s.

Not that you want a boat, or have any idea what to do with money. Your mom is going to help you start a retirement account.

But as you shiver in the fake rain, doing take after take of kicking the ball, you can’t help but think that you’d rather be with Tess wherever she is. On the other hand, what would it be like to take a trip with her? You aren’t sure that the two of you have anything in common. You mostly have good chemistry in the sack, but is that even chemistry? Or is Tess just a wildcat? You’re pretty sure that it’s the second one. You feel like Tess would have good chemistry with a pillow.

She really seems to like you. At first you thought that she just wanted to fool around with some young talent, but now you are not so sure. She seemed really down after you declined her offer. That was a little awkward, but that didn’t stop you from jerking off three times last night, thinking about all the stuff you did on that boat with her.

Well… as much fun as it is to play with Tess, if you were going to bring home an older woman to your mom, it would be Annette. As great as the wild and zany stuff that you do with Tess is, you still think about Annette more. Probably because she’s been such a comfort and a support through all the pressure that goes with being the face of FUTA. That she’s an attractive MILF who likes to have fun is just extra. You’d like her a lot even if she didn’t sleep with you.

After the shoot, you gratefully take a shower in your trailer. You don’t love the whole movie star trailer thing, but it’s nice not to have to be muddy for a cab ride back to the hotel. As you dry off, someone knocks on the trailer door.

You peek out the window and see that it’s Moxxi and Lulu, the two women who do commentary for FUTA matches and events. You don’t need to get dressed for them. They’re sassy and ridiculous and usually drunk.

Holding your towel shut, you answer the door.

“Hey, Riley,” Moxxi says. Oh, yeah. They’re wasted. It’s only five o’clock. “Hey, Riley’s friend.” They’re staring at your cock, which is so big that when you wear a towel normally it shows because of how far down it hangs. You always forget about that.

“Shit,” you mutter, partly turning away and trying to cover yourself.

They laugh. “I guess it’s real,” Lulu says.

“You know it’s real,” you mutter. FUTA has been advertising this bulge like crazy. Everyone in the world knows it’s real.

“Bet Annette knows it’s real,” Moxxi says, then hiccups.

“What do you guys want?” you ask, annoyed.

“We’re, uh…” They exchange a look. “We’re out of shape, Riley. You’re such a great athlete. We thought that maybe you and your friend could coach us,” Moxxi says.

But when Moxxi said you and your friend, she just meant your friend.

You find yourself crushed on the little bed in the trailer with the two of them, half-dressed on top of you, fawning over your cock. They’re fascinated by it, playing with it like teenage girls seeing their very first one. Fingers poke it, hands stroke it, and they have completely forgotten about the rest of you.

Lulu got out of her dress, and she’s blocking your view, but she didn’t even sit on your face. She’s sitting on your tits, chattering nonstop with Moxxi as they slap your cock around and laugh so loud that everyone in the studio probably hears it.

You can hardly breathe and… the way they’re acting does nothing for the mood. You lose your temper when Moxxi gets a text and actually looks at it as she’s absently swatting your cock and watching it lean.

You throw them off and kick the phone out of reach.

“Ooooh,” Moxxi says, looking pleased. You take charge, grabbing them both by the hair to make sure they stay on task. Your cock is too big when it’s hard for even a double blowjob to do much for you, but it’s hot to watch them licking it and it reminds them of their manners. They’re all lust, no caution. Like Annette, neither of these women is intimidated by your girth. They want it inside them yesterday.

You sit on the bed and lean back on the pillows, enjoying the view as they both hurriedly shed their remaining clothes. Moxxi’s boobs pop out of her fancy corset and Lulu slides her black panties down her smooth legs. They’re both much bustier than Annette, and they aren’t laughing or joking then they kneel on the bed on either side of you, smooshing your cock between their chests and rubbing away. The precum that makes your shaft slick and the fat, throbbing head have their full attention.

They keep sneaking you glances, as though looking for a hint about who gets to go first. You’ve already decided that’s going to be Lulu. You’re going to make Moxxi watch while she waits her turn.

The door to your trailer opens suddenly. The three of you freeze and turn to look as Tess climbs in, apparently unbothered by the overwhelming smell of arousal.

“Oh,” she says, a strange expression on her face as she sees the scene on the bed. “Oh. Sorry. I’ll wait.”

She turns away slightly, but doesn’t leave.

You, Moxxi, and Lulu stare at her. Seconds go by, painfully slowly. Moxxi and Lulu know who Tess is; they know about the Network deal.

Lulu clears her throat and climbs off the bed, and Moxxi does the same.

You sit there in a state of utter bafflement as they put their clothes on and leave without a word. The tremendous unsexiness of it kills your boner, and you cover it up with the sheet.

More lost than upset, you don’t know what to say.

“What’s going on?” you ask.

“I just wanted to let you know that FUTA made some changes to your schedule,” Tess tells you with a smile.