The Futa Pill: You Decide to Take Charge of Paris Instead of Eating Out Her Pussy (Patreon)

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You decide to take charge of her instead of submitting to her. You're eager to bury into her pussy and make her cum. You're going to get back at your rival and make her your bitch.

Because she is one.

“What are you fucking doing!” she gasps as you lunge at her. You seize her and pressed her back for the counter. 

“I'm fucking you hard,” you snarl as you shove up her light-blue pencil skirt. You expose more and more of her ivory thighs leading up towards her pussy covered by a black thong. She's shaved and you can tell she's soaked, her juices darkening the cloth covering her snatch. 

Your fingers wrench her thin gusset to the side, exposing her thick labia and a gold ring pierced through her clit. It's the kinkiest thing you've seen. Of course, she has a clit piercing. Your dick throbs. This is it.

“Time to get fucked by a futa!” you moan, lost to your lust. 

You line up and thrust at her pussy.

Paris's hand shoots down. She seizes your cock right before you penetrate her pussy. Her grip is intense. She's crushing down on your new appendage. Her fingernails bite into the spongy flesh as agony shoots down the shaft and radiates through your pussy. You can feel it following the nerve endings, reaching up into your abdomen.

“Fuck!” you whimper, tears suddenly brimming in your eyes. 

She twists your cock. Your entire body winces. Your knees buckle. You let out a whimper of protest, fighting the impulse to fall to your knees. It's the worst pain you've felt in your life. The tears spill down your cheeks as Paris...

Paris grins in delight.

“Well, well, well, you're like a guy in that respect, futa,” she hisses. “Mmm, you thought you'd be the top bitch, huh? Make me into your little slut with this cock?”

She squeezes again.

You clench your teeth to keep from screaming out as you half-bend over. 

“Don't fight,” hisses Paris, “or I'll rip it off. You wanted to play big, didn't you?”

“I... I...” 

She keeps a firm grip on you as she turns and starts backing towards the bathroom door. You gasp in shock, realizing she's leading you out of here by the firm grip she has on your cock. She comes closer and closer to the door.

“What?” you gasp.

“Shhh,” she says, this wicked gleam in her green eyes. “You don't want anyone to hear you.”

She backs into the door and pushes through it. You're led out into the office proper. Everyone is working. The clatter of keyboards, ringing of phones, and the babble of conversation echoes around you. You have no choice but to stumble after her. That grip is intense.

It's like nothing you've experienced.

You totter on your heels as she leads you by the futa-dick pass other cubicles. The men and women inside are working, hardly noticing what is happening. You could cry out for help, hoping someone get her off of you, but they'll see what you are. Or you can let her take you to... you're not sure where she's taking you. All you now is it hurts.

What do you do?

Do you cry out for help? 

Do you keep quiet and let Paris lead you by the dick?