WIP Relaxing with the Hot Wives (Hot Futa Cruise 1) (Patreon)

So the Futa Cruise story won the poll for which Aphrodite Sisterhood story I should write in October. I did some brainstorming and came up with something hot. Priscilla Lerhner, the futa-lawyer, is going on vacation! Here's a glmpse of the rough draft!

“Christiana might call this weak looking for an update on her settlement,” I said as I pulled up to the terminal at LaGuardia Airport for my flight down to Miami for my cruise. “Just make sure you keep her happy and that it's progressing.”

“Yes, Priscilla,” my assistant, Meaghan said, a patient smile on her lips. “My wife and I will keep the law firm flowing while you enjoy yourself.”

I took a deep breath. “And there's the SallyNAmE contract. I think her employer's going to try and screw her over no matter what.”

“Priscilla, you need to take a vacation,” Meaghan said. “My wife and I have gone on three since we started working for you. Even the best futa-lawyer in the world deserves a week in the Caribbean.”

“Just imagine all those sexy wives you'll fuck behind their husband's backs,” Martina, Meaghan's gender-swapped wife, said from the back seat of my Mercedes. “You might even give them a treat and turn them into women.”

“And all those sexy girls oiling your body for you,” Meaghan purred. “I wish I was going.”

“We can't all go on vacation,” I said in horror. “Someone has to answer the phones at my firm.” I was proud of my firm. I founded my own firm a few years ago and found success, after a while. I was the only futa-lawyer in New York City. As futas grew more and more numerous in the Big Apple, they turned to me to deal with any problems that arouse. I worked hard to get here.

It felt weird to take a week and just...go away. But I did need it. To recharge. Relax. If I could distract myself.

“Now get your keister out of the car,” Meaghan said as Martina climbed out of the rear, “and go have fun. I mean it.”

I arched an eyebrow at my assistant. She'd grown more and more confident over the years. The mousy, Christian woman I hired transformed into a sexy and wild futa. “Okay, okay. I'll go. I'll even have fun.”

“Good,” she nodded.

Martina pulled out my luggage from the trunk, handing it over. She gave me a tight hut and a hot kiss, her lips tasting sweet. She gave me ass a hard squeeze then walked around the car to the driver seat. She gave me a farewell wave before slipping in and driving off.

I took a deep breath. I could have fun.

*   *   *

The sunset over Miami as I boarded The Venus of the Sea, a cruise ship run by Goddess Cruise Lines. They promised me a week of fun and relaxation. I hoped it would happen, because I couldn't relax at all on the flight down. I ended up working on Christiana's settlement offer, tinkering with it on my phone (which was a pain, thank you very much autocorrect!). And even now, following the others up the gangplank to board the ship, I just itched to do something productive.

How did people do nothing? It felt like such a waste of time. Sunning? Playing pointless games? Sightseeing? My fingers itched and twitched. At least having sex gave me such a rush of pleasure I couldn't think of anything else so it didn't feel like a waste of time.

But listening to the various musical acts aboard the ship did.

“Welcome aboard,” a woman with swarthy-brown skin said. She had black hair pulled back into a ponytail, standing tall in her white-and-blue stripped blouse, vaguely looking like sailor garb, and a white pencil skirt. She had great legs, toned and that same yummy tone as the rest of her. Her eyes fell on me, pupils dilating. “I'm Dee, the cruise director. It's my job to make sure you have a satisfying time aboard the Venus.”

I took her hand, my clit suddenly throbbing. There was always sex. I was a futa. I loved sex. My finger rubbed across the back of her hand. She shuddered, two hard points dimpling the front of her blouse. “I'll keep you to that, Dee,” I said, breathing in her perfume, light and airy, such a fresh yet fun scent. “It takes a lot to satisfy me. I hope you're up to the challenge.”

The woman shuddered and said something in a language I didn't understand: “GODDeSSTAGALAG.”

She had the look of a Filipino about her. I let my hand linger on hers for a few seconds longer, fingers stroking the back of her hand. She shuddered and then I passed and followed the directions to find my cabin.

I had a nice cabin, not much different than a hotel room except the windows were round portholes looking out at the darkening Miami bay. I had a single king sized bed, a TV, the usual cheap furniture, a small bathroom, and my own coffee maker. 

Lovely.

I unpacked my suitcases, using the dresser and small closet, hanging up the various outfits I bout. I set out my makeup and toiletries in the bathroom. I surveyed the room, looking around, wondering what I should do. According to the itinerary there were several cafes that offered a variety of entertainment from a comedy act to lounge music to salsa dancing tonight.

None of them sound appealing. I itched to be doing something meaningful.

And then the knock came to my cabin door.

I smiled when I found Dee standing there, her nipples still poking at her blouse, her dark-brown face flushed a little darker. She had slender features, an almost delicateness about her. Her lips were shiny and kissable, her eyes dark. 

“Hello Ms. Lerhner,” she said, her voice carrying a touch of breathiness. “I'm just here to make sure that you're satisfied with your quarters.”

My clit twitched, my pussy growing wet. I took a deep breath, my short, brown hair swaying about my face as I leaned closer to her, my round breasts swaying beneath the sundress I wore. No bra constrained them.

I was on vacation.

“You're not here to make sure I've settled in,” I purred.

She swallowed. “Yes, I am. I'm just checking on—”

“All XxXNUMBERGOOGLE of passengers?” I asked, arching an eyebrow. “I don't think so. You have a hot, little cunt beneath that tight skirt that's in need of care. It drove you down here. It's confused you. You don't like women, but you want to worship me.”

She swallowed. “No, no, that's not—”

I pressed my finger into her mouth. “I'll show you why you're so wet for me.” 

I took her hand with mine and led her into my room, the door closing behind her. The ship moved as it headed out to sea, a gentle sway almost unnoticeable. A faint hum filled the room, the powerful engines churning with the same lusts that begged to let my futa-dick sprout.

“And then you're going to make sure that I'm satiated this entire cruise,” I purred, an idea crystallizing in my head. “You're going to personally ensure that I am entertained. My own madam.”

“What?” she blinked. “Madam?”

I shivered again, my pussy clenching. Juices trickled down my thighs, no panties to constrain the flood of my excitement. Yes, yes, she was just perfect for the idea I have. “If you keep my pleased, I'll give you such a naughty reward, Dee.”

She licked her lips. “That's not necessary. I'm supposed to make sure it's entertaining for everyone.”

“But I'm a special case,” I purred. “I'm a futa. And we require...so much effort to keep us happy.” I stepped closer to her, my hands going to her waist. I pressed my body against hers. She trembled against me, her eyes wide as she stared up at me. The few inches different in our heights made me feel so powerful. “But if you work hard... Mmm, you'll be one, too.”

“A...futa?” she asked, confusion in her eyes. “I don't understand.”

“You will.” My clit begged to be a futa-dick. I let it.

I groaned as my bud blossomed. The shaft thrust from the folds of my dripping pussy. It pressed against my skirt. Our bodies pressed tight squeezed my clit-dick upward. It throbbed as it grew thicker, longer. I groaned, savoring the feel of it rubbing on the cloth trapped between us. Her eyes widened. She squirmed her body.

Feeling my futa-cock grow.

I loved it. She looked down at my breasts in the sundress, trying to see what it was she felt growing between us. That shaft that felt so much like a cock. But far, far bigger than any man's she'd been with. She whimpered, shifting more, trying to pull away. I held her tight.

“What is going on, Ms. Lerhner?” she asked, her voice so throaty.

“My futa-dick is growing,” I purred. “It's what made that hot pussy of yours so wet. Mmm, I bet it's just itching to be touched.”

She shuddered.

My hands slid around her hips to her ass, squeezing her tush through her skirt. I pulled her even tighter against my fully blossomed girl-dick. It twitched and throbbed between us, begging to be pleasured. I ground it against her, dry-humping against her stomach and crotch, pressing it as hard into her as I could.

“Tell me, how wet you are.”

“I...” She struggled, wanting to pull away, but not trying hard. “This isn't appropriate. I'm not allowed...”

“To please your guests?” I licked my lips. “To give them all the satisfaction that they crave. That they need?” I leaned my head down, bringing our lips close together. “That you need.”

Before she could say anything. I kissed her. I planted my lips on hers, tasting her lipstick. She shuddered against me, her hips swaying, grinding that hot cunt on my hard dick. She whimpered and sighed, her lips moving with mine. Her arms slipped around my waist. Dee held me tight.

She was perfect.

I pushed my tongue into her mouth. She submitted, lips parting, meeting mine with her own. They danced together as I squeezed her ass. I pulled her so tight against me. My nipples throbbed in my blouse, begging to be played with. They rubbed on the fabric, tingling just the way the tip of my futa-cock did.

My pussy grew wetter.

I broke the kiss, staring into Dee's dark eyes. “Mmm, now don't you just want to fall to your knees and see what's hiding beneath my skirt.”

“I do,” she groaned. “But we can't. I could get in so much trouble.”

“And?” I pressed my futa-dick hard against her. “Isn't that worth it to satisfy your curiosity?”

She shivered, eyes fluttering. Then she groaned, “Yes!”

She fell to her knees before me, eyes staring at the large bulge. Without our bodies pressed tight, my futa-cock moved beneath my skirt, thrusting out. The tip slid along the fabric. Such delight tingled from the tip, making me groan in delight. Then her hands seized my skirt, hauling it up.

My girl-dick bounced before her face.

Her eyes widened, seeing the landing strip of brown hair lead to the plump folds of my pussy wrapped about the tip of my dick. “HerMAPHRODITETAGlAG,” she groaned in a foreign tongue. Tagalog, what they spoke in the Philippines. “This is impossible, Ms. Lerhner.”

“Not impossible,” I groaned, my dick twitching right before those lush lips. “And if you keep me satisfied for the entire cruise, I promise that you'll have your own at the end. You'll have the women boarding this ship begging for your passion.

“Just like you're begging for mine.”

She groaned out in wordless need then swallowed my cock.

“Aphrodite, yes!” I groaned to the Goddess who made this all possible.

Her mouth sucked hard on my girl-dick. She bobbed on it, cheeks hollowing as she loved my futa-cock. Her tongue danced about the crown. Pleasure shot to my burning pussy. I groaned, swaying, my eyes rolling back into my head at the sheer delight of her warm, wet mouth.

The sexy cruise director loved my dick. Her hands slid up my thighs, fingers brushing the wet, shaved folds of my pussy. She moaned about my dick, exploring my snatch. She stroked up and down my slit, sending delight racing up to my cock's crown buried in her wet mouth.

“Damn, Dee,” I panted. “Ooh, yes, love my cock. You want to please me so badly.”

“Uh-huh,” she moaned about my dick then sucked and slurped on it.

“I'm going to dump so much cum in my mouth, then you're going to find me such wild entertainment.” I grinned at her as she moaned a yes, her cheeks hollowing as she loved my dick.

The suction reached down my cock into my boiling pussy. My snatch clenched, forcing out my of my juices. They coated her fingers. She stirred them up and down my pussy, stroking my labia. Teasing delight rippled through my body.

Then she popped her mouth off my dick, smeared my own pussy cream on the spongy crown, and swirled her tongue around it. She gathered my precum and my tangy juices. She whimpered at the combined flavor.

“So good,” she gasped before inhaling my cock.

“It is,” I panted. Then my eyes widened. “Aphrodite, yes!”

She rammed two fingers into my snatch. They plunged deep, caressing the walls of my cunt. Delight rippled through me. My toes curled on the carpet. My breast swayed in my sundress. I shuddered, ripping it off, setting free my tits to bounced before me.

Dee stared up my body, watching the sway of my breasts, her eyes darting back and forth. I loved it. I seized her black ponytail, holding onto it as the Filipino bobbed her mouth on my dick. She plunged her fingers over and over into my snatch, bringing my pussy to a wild boil. I shuddered, my eyes widening, such pleasure tingling through my body.

My breasts jiggled as I shuddered. I groaned, loving her mouth sliding up and down my cock. She sucked so hard, lips sealed so tight. She shoved a third finger into my pussy. My back arched at the surge of pleasure through my pussy.

The cruise director slut wanted to please me so badly. She wanted her own futa-cock. She would make this cruise something to remember.

“Yes, yes, yes, you little whore,” I groaned. “You're going to be my madam. You're going to find me so much pussy to enjoy.”

Her eyes smoldered.

“Mmm, yes, you are. I'm going to enjoy so much cunt on this cruise. I'm going to relax and dump my girl-cum into so many pussies.” I shuddered, my snatch clenching down on her fingers. The pressure built in me. “Just keep sucking, you nasty whore. I'm going to flood your mouth with all my jizz.”

She sucked even harder. I shuddered, my ovaries growing tight with my cum. They came closer and closer to boiling over as my pussy grew hotter and hotter. Dee fingered me fast and hard, plunging those digits in and out of my juicy snatch. The two pleasures swirled through the depths of my cunt, making me tremble.

I stared down at her, gripping her ponytail so hard. She moaned about my dick over and over, her eyes begging for the cum. She wanted to guzzle down my futa-jizz, to taste my salty treat. Her fingers caressed my pussy walls. Her tongue danced about my shaft as she sucked so hard.

“Aphrodite!” I groaned. “Thank you!”

The pleasure exploded through me.

My pussy went wild about her fingers. My walls convulsed, spasming about her digits. Pleasure surged out of my cunt. They washed through my body, my tits heaving as my cream flooded out around her hand.

At the same time, my cum pulsed out of my dick. Each blast sent ecstasy through me. She groaned as the first taste of my seed. Then she gulped it down with such noisy enthusiasm. She shuddered, dark eyes squeezing shut at the flavor of my girl-spunk.

“That's it,” I howled. “Ooh, you wicked cruise director. You're going to get me so much pussy! Just drink down all my cum, you nasty whore. Oooh, yes. Drink it all down.”

Her throat worked to swallow my cum. But so much filled her mouth it spilled out around my futa-dick. I loved my pearly jizz trickling down her swarthy flesh. I groaned, my pale breasts jiggling so hard as I trembled, the pleasure rushing through me.

The final blast of cum fired into her mouth. The last wave of delight washed out of my pussy. The ecstasy peaked in my mind. Then I fell back into euphoria. The slut sucked hard on my cock, aching for more of my yummy treat.

“Mmm, you'll get more later,” I told her, pulling my dick out of her wet mouth. “But you have to do something for me.”

“Get you pussy,” she panted. “How?”

“You're the cruise director,” I told her. I grabbed my futa-dick with my free hand. I smacked her cheek with my still-hard dick. “Just tell them they need to come to my cabin. That a special event is happening, and they've been chosen.”

“Who?” she asked.

I gave her cheek another wet smack with my cock, the tip tingling. Some precum splattered her cheek, glistening as it dribbled down to her jaw. “Two married women. Beautiful. Absolutely gorgeous. And they must be married. I want them in here, having fun with me, while their husbands are off somewhere else in the ship.”

“Married?” she asked, her body trembling.

“Yes, married. With their husbands on the ship.” I took a deep breath. “And don't keep me waiting long. I hate being bored.”

I smacked her in the cheek one final time with my thick futa-cock. Then I let go of her hair. She scrambled to her feet, saying, “I wont, Ms. Lerhner. I'll get them here. You'll see. I'll do anything to get one of those.”

“Because you want to smack women in the face with your futa-dick?” I asked, arching my eyebrow.

“Yes!” she moaned her Filipino accent growing so thick.

I paused. Dee was such a strange name for a woman from the Philippines. “Is Dee your real name?”

“It's Diwata,” she said. “But I like Dee.”

“Sounds less foreign?” I asked. 

She gave a guilty nod of her head.

“Pity. Diwata has such an exotic sound to it.” I wiped away some of my cum on her chin and then pushed it into her mouth with my thumb. She sucked; my clit-dick throbbed. “Go. Find me my entertainment.”

My thumb popped out of her mouth then she moaned, “Yes, Ms. Lerhner.”

I smiled as she scurried away, her ponytail dancing down the back of her blue-and-white stripped blouse. She vanished out of my room. I trembled, my body buzzing from my orgasm. I bent down, picking up my sundress and folding it up before I sauntered to my bed.