Queen of FUTA - Chapter 10

Your limbs slide and glide over the wet sheets as you squirm on the bed below the deck of Tess’s yacht.

Tess lies behind you, snug and close, her soft lips leaving brutal hickeys on your neck. The toy that she’s playing with isn’t very big, and it doesn’t feel like it’s that deep in your ass, but it’s still making your body do weird things that are new to you. You let out another gasp, looking down in alarm at what your cock is doing. It’s swollen, bigger and harder than ever even though you and Tess have been going at it for at least two hours.

“How’s that?” she whispers in your ear, pushing on the toy and wiggling it. You feel her breath on your face, then her teeth on your earlobe. Your cock twitches and aches, but the tingling flowing from that toy through your whole body is worth it. You don’t feel like you’re in control of your lower half at all. Your hand clutches at the sheets.

Tess pulls your hair away from your face and kisses your mouth, moving the toy more insistently. You whimper and melt.

“You are so beautiful,” she’s whispering as she nuzzles your face. Her tongue enters your mouth. She pushes the toy deeper and turns it on.

“Mmm!” You grab the sheets and shake. In seconds your ass is clamping down and you see stars. Your cock lies against the bed, oozing cum as your hips tremble.

It goes on and on. The cum keeps dribbling out. Tess kisses along your shoulder, your side, your hip, and your buttock.

When it stops, your cock hurts like hell, but you are not complaining. All you can do is lie there and pant.

“Hmm,” you whimper as Tess pulls the toy out. Staying on your side is too difficult. You roll onto your belly, limp and spent. The yacht’s AC is freezing but your naked, sweat-soaked body is hot.

Tess is tight against you, running her hand down your back, over your rear end, back up, then again. She’s stroking you like you would stroke a cat.

You are lying in the stickiest wet patch ever, but you don’t care. You feel like you have ejaculated your body weight in semen.

“How was that?” Tess asks.

“I’m dead,” you reply. “I can’t… I can’t cum anymore.”

“Oh?” She twirls a lock of your hair between her fingers. Then the warmth of her body disappears. A moment later, you feel her hands clamp down on your buttocks, spreading them. You squeak and flinch as her tongue probes firmly and suddenly at your asshole.

You grab the pillow and bury your face in it as she forces her tongue inside. Your toes curl, but she controls your hips and doesn’t let you move. One of her soft hands slides under your body. Minutes later, with her tongue deep in your ass and your foreskin being rolled roughly between her fingers, you cum again. You don’t know if anything comes out, but the noises that you make are those of someone being tortured in a horror movie.

…you come to your senses, unsure if you passed out or fell asleep. The yacht is quiet and Tess is still beside you, on her side, gazing at you. You look down to see her hand on her cock, stroking it enthusiastically.

Seeing that you’re awake, she wiggles closer to you and presses her body to yours, bringing you into a deep, gentle kiss, but still touching herself. You feel her load bubbling out over your skin when she cums with a little sigh of satisfaction. She wraps her arms around you, resting one hand on your bottom. You’re face to face, as close as you can get.

After a few minutes, she speaks.

“Want to spend a few days in the Bahamas?” she asks.

“Huh?” You try to focus.

“We can just go,” she says,

Uhh… You think that through. “No. I mean, I can’t,” you say, rolling tiredly onto your back and trying to focus. “I think I have a thing. In fact, I have a thing tonight.” You do; Annette’s expecting you. “What time is it?”

Tess looks disappointed.