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The Futa Pill: You Submit to Ms. Kato's Punishment with Paris

  • Do you lick Ms. Kato's Pussy? 7
  • Do you rim Ms. Kato's Asshole? 8
  • 2020-08-19
  • 15 votes
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Previous Continuity: You’re in the office of Ms. Kato. The door was just locked behind you by Cassie. You and Paris are both nervous.

“I'll take my punishment,” you say.

Paris nods, looking as nervous as you feel.

“Strip,” Ms. Kato says. You can feel Cassie behind you at the door she just locked, watching.

You swallow and began unbuttoning your rose-hue blouse. You work down the fasteners, exposing more and more of your breasts encased in your light-blue bra. Beside you, Paris has removed her blue blazer and undoing the buttons of her scarlet blouse. Her red hair sways about her face.

You slide your arms out of your blouse and then reach behind you to unclasp your bra. Your cheeks burn with heat as you do this. You're really stripping naked for your Ms. Kato. It's a surprising thing to be doing. You unhook your bra as Paris shrugs out of her own blouse. Her tits heave in a black, strapless demi bra that cradles her large boobs.

Your bra comes off. You slip your arms out of the straps and free your round breast. Ms. Kato's eyes flick over you. She watches with that marble expression. Not a hint of emotion on her face while her dark eyes gleam.

Paris frees her breasts. They spill out large and soft. Your futa-dick throbs. You work your skirt over your bulge. Your cock thrusts out the top of your panties. It pins against you. Ms. Kato stares at it. her tongue flicks over her lips.

“Panties, too,” purrs Ms. Kato. “But leave on the stockings.”

“Yes, Ms. Kato,” you say, blushing.

You shove off your panties, feeling Paris's eyes on you as she slips off her thong. Your cock pops out. It thrusts hard from the shaved folds of your pussy. Your clit has transformed into this massive cock that thrusts out before you. Cheeks burning, you wiggle your panties down.

“You really are a futanari,” purrs Ms. Kato. “Interesting.”

Futanari? Was futa short for something? And how did Ms. Kato know about it?

You step out of your panties, wearing only your thigh-high stockings. Paris is equally naked. A gold ring gleams in her pussy folds. She has a pierced clit. Her large boobs sway. Ms. Kato lets out a throaty moan.

Then she begins stripping.

She undoes the buttons of her mauve blouse. Her choker of pearls reflects the light as she works. She slides it off, her round breasts held in a cream-colored bra. She quickly removes that. Her tits jiggle with their plumpness. She unzips her charcoal pencil skirt and drops it to the floor. She has dark-brown pantyhose on, her panties a light shadow through it.

With care, she rolls down her pantyhose. The silky glide of nylon on skin makes your cock throb. Her breasts sway. She is a sexy woman naked. Your pussy clenches, lusts building and building. The futa-pill has changed what you find attractive: women.

Her pantyhose removed with care, she peels off her panties. She slides them down her thighs, her round breasts jiggling. She steps out of them and sets them on her desk. She looks at you and then Paris then back to you.

“Bend over my desk,” she snaps. “Both of you.”

“Yes, Ms. Kato!” you and Paris say at nearly the same moment.

The pair of you rush to her table and bend over it. You press your nipples into the surface. The cool contact ripples over your nubs. You shudder at it. Your cunt clenches from the wicked heat. It washes over you as you squirm. Juices drip down your thighs. Your cunt is on fire. You want to cum.

“You both were so naughty,” Ms. Kato says. Her hand grabs your rump and squeezes it. From the way Paris gasps beside you, she's receiving the same treatment. Those fingers knead your rump. “I can't let it slide, can I, Cassie?”

“No, Ms. Kato,” your friend says.

The hand pulls back. You swallowed. She's not going to spank—

SMACK! SMACK!

The double slaps echo through the room. You gasp and Paris groans, both of you spanked at the same time by Ms. Kato. As the heat from the smack fades, you feel her hand still on your rump. You swallow, your cunt getting hotter. Juices run down your thighs and your futa-cock. Your nipples throb on the desk.

“I need you to be model employees,” Ms. Kato continues, her hand pulling away.

Your rump tenses.

SMACK! SMACK!

“Fuck!” you gasp. The second one hurt more. The burning pain spreads across your rump. You can't believe that your pussy is drinking it in. This strange wave of shock ripples through your body.

“You must obey me,” continued Ms. Kato.

SMACK! SMACK!

“For the office to run efficiently.”

SMACK! SMACK!

“Yes, Ms. Kato,” you moan, your ass burning. She's spanking the same spot. It's growing hotter and hotter. Throbs worse and worse.

And yet your cunt is on fire. It's clenching, aching to be filled while your girl-dick itched to do the filling. To just ram into a tight hole and cum hard. You groan as the hand draws back again. You shiver, knowing it will hurt.

SMACK! SMACK!

“Fuck!” Paris moans. “Ms. Kato!”

“Mmm, you feel the pain?” your boss coos.

SMACK! SMACK!

“Yes!” you hiss as Paris groans, “I do, Ms. Kato.”

“Good.”

SMACK! SMACK!

“That's how you know it's working.” Her hand squeezes your rump again.

This time you gasp, your body bucking. Pain flare and then melts right to your cunt. Your futa-cock throbs more. Your nipples ache as they rub against the cool desk. You whimper while Paris groans beside you.

“Mmm, yes, yes, that's right,” Ms. Kato purrs. “You want to obey me, don't you?”

SMACK! SMACK!

“I do, Ms. Kato!” you moan.

“Yes, yes, Ms. Kato!” groans Paris.

“You know why?” your boss asks.

SMACK! SMACK!

“No!” you hiss.

“Because you're my submissive, little slut!”

SMACK! SMACK!

Both your butt-cheek burns where she keeps spanking you. You whimper and moan. You nod your head as you shiver on her desk. You wiggle your ass from side to side, savoring the pain burning over it. You shudder and look over your shoulder at her.

“I am your submissive, little slut, Ms. Kato!” you moan, your pussy clenching. “I'll prove it!”

“So will I!” moans Paris, quivering beside you.

SMACK! SMACK!

“Yes, you will!” Ms. Kato purrs. “Both of you.”

SMACK! SMACK!

The pain of her hand cracking down on that same spot on your ass, those stinging impacts, sends such heat racing through your cunt. Your futa-dick throbs, pussy cream running down your body. You shiver, staring at your boss.

“Let me prove it, Ms. Kato!” you whimper.

“Me, too,” whines Paris. “I'm your slut, too, Ms. Paris!”

Cassie lets out a throaty groan as she watches.

“Then prove it,” purrs Ms. Kato. “I want one of you licking my pussy and one of you licking my asshole right now!”

You shudder. You want to do both. They both so sound so yummy and delicious. Which hole should you lick? Her pussy or her asshole?

Do you lick Ms. Kato's Pussy? 

Do you rim Ms. Kato's Asshole?

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