You follow Paris out of the bathroom, the flavor of her pussy lingering on your lips. Your futa-dick is hard in your panties, which were hastily donned beneath your skirt. Your heart races as Paris whirls around on you.
“Now, I told you to get me coffee, didn't I?”
“Yes, Paris.”
“Ms. Richardson,” she says. “Show me respect. You want to do that, don't you.”
“Yes, Ms. Richardson,” you say, utterly surrendered to her.
“I want you to add your cum to it instead of cream,” she adds and whirls around. “Be fast.”
You bit your lip, your futa-dick throbbing. You head to the small kitchenette. You slip in, your heart pounding. You look around. No one's here. You grab one of the coffee mugs off the rack. They're communal and washed periodically by the office administrator. You down a cup with a bright sunflower on the side and grab the pot off the stand. You pour in the black java, the scent rising to your nose.
Not the best coffee in the world, but certainly not the worst, either.
You look around then slide up the front of your skirt. It clings to the swell of your rump, wanting to slide over it. You shudder. If you get caught...
But you have to obey Ms. Richardson.
This wicked thrill shots through you. This feels so naughty doing this. You swallow and then grab the front of your skirt. You just start to slid it up higher and higher when, “So, you worked it out?”
You gasp and whirl around to see Cassie there. Your friend is watching you, your skirt half-hauled up and bunched around your cock. You swallow as she walks in closer, a concerned look on her face. You bit your lower lip.
“You're feeling better?” she asks. “From whatever the futa-pill did to you.”
“Oh, yeah,” you say. “Listen, I'm real sorry, but I have to do this. Paris's orders. I need to get her coffee.”
“Oh, right, got to be a team player I guess,” she says.
“Uh-huh,” You say and then turn around. Your friend is right behind you as you work up the skirt, the fabric working across your bulge. In a moment, you've exposed your cock's tip thrusting out of the top of your light-blue panties.
“What are you doing?” Cassie asks.
“Can you keep watch?” you ask and shove off your panties, letting your cock pop out. It points almost at the steaming mug of coffee
Cassie squeals your name. “What is that?”
“What the futa-pill did to me,” you say, blushing. “Now, um, I have to prepare Ms. Richardson's coffee the right way. So...”
You grab your cock and turn slightly to your left, more than a little embarrassed by your friend watching you masturbate. But you're so horny, and you want to obey Ms. Richardson, so you start jerking your cock, stroking it and groaning at the delight of stimulating the thick shaft. The pleasure ripples through you, your cunt clenching.
Cassie goes, “She wants you...”
“To cum in her coffee,” you pant. “It's her special cream.”
“That's... messed up,”
“Oh, yeah,” you pant, savoring the pleasure as it descends your cock to your cunt. You suck in deep breaths as you pleasure yourself, your hand pumping up and down the shaft. It's an incredible delight to experience. “I'll give plenty of cream to Ms. Richardson.”
Your friend looks over her shoulder. “There are people here.”
Behind you, the office bustles on oblivious to the naughty things you're doing with your cock.
“I know,” you groan, “but I have to do this. Ms. Richardson's orders.”
“She's a pervert.”
“Uh-huh!” you pant as you stroke yourself, pumping your hand up and down, reveling in stimulating your girl-cock. The pleasure ripples through you, heading straight for your cunt.
The risk has your hand pumping fast. And Cassie being here, watching you, makes the pleasure feels even more intense. You don't have much experience with your new girl-dick, but it's exquisite to revel in.
Especially when your hand strokes to the pinnacle of your cock and massages your spongy crown. Pleasure shudders through your body every time you do that. Your juices bead on your shaved vulva. Then the dribble to your panties. The aroma of your twat fills your nose, rising over the scent of roasted coffee beans.
Cassie squirms. She fans her face as she watches you jerk off your futa-cock. You whimper, her presence building and building your orgasm faster. You're going to unleash quite the explosion of cum into that coffee mug. You're going to have your cum swirling through the cup. It's going to be incredible for Ms. Richardson to drink
“She's going to love my cream, Cassie!” you pant. “My futa-cream.”
“You... can really cum with it.”
“Uh-huh,” you pant. “I'm getting closer and closer to erupting.”
Your toes curl in your heels. Someone talks close enough for you to hear them. Cassie gasps and sidles closer to you to help shield you. The person might just be outside the kitchenette. You could be moments from getting caught serving Ms. Richardson.
The pleasure flashes through you.
Your cock erupts.
You gasp as the first blast strikes the side of the coffee mug and spills over the rim. Pearly cum splashes into her drank and lands on the table beyond. The white swirls into the black, a brown emerging in a cloud around it.
“Oh, my!” moans Cassie, watching you erupt.
You thrust your cock closer, the steam rising around the tip of your futa-dick as you erupt a second time. The entire blast splashes into it. The brown deepens to a richer hue while the pearly jizz swirls around the surface.
“Ms. Richardson!” you moan, the pleasure hammering your mind.
As you pump her coffee mug full of your jizz, the dizzying pleasure swirls around you. You pant and groan. Your pussy convulses, adding that familiar rapture to the new ecstasy erupting through your body.
You shudder, your ass clenching and toes curling. You hit that peak of delight, your panties absorbing the flood of pussy cream. You quiver there, firing a last spurt of cum that lands in her mug. You sway there, panting and groaning.
“Oh, Ms. Richardson,” you whimper, so ready to deliver the cup.
“You fired so much,” your friend moans. “I can't believe that just happened.”
“I know,” you say, a happy smile on your lips.
You pull up your panties and shove down your skirt. You grab some paper towels to clean up the mess on the counter and on the side of the cup. You toss the cum-laden mess into the trash can then pluck up a spoon. You stir up the coffee, mixing it and making sure you have it all blended for her consumption.
“So... What's up with you and her?” she asks. “And that... that... I can't believe you have that!”
“I know,” you say, smiling. “It's just incredible. Oh, Cassie, it changes everything. Now I have to get to Ms. Richardson. I'm sure she has more fun things for me to do.”
“Yeah,” she croaks, looking stunned.
You rush out of the kitchenette and move through the office. You skirt around the cubicles dominating the center to reach the small offices flanking one side. You find Paris standing in hers. It's unfurnished save for a desk and a phone plugged into the wall.
“Your coffee, Ms. Richardson,” You say, slipping inside. “Full of all my special cream.”
The redhead, stripped out of her blazer, turns to face you. She grins in utter delight at your submission. As she takes the coffee mug from you, she says, “Close the door.”
You do, your pussy clenching.
She struts around her desk to the chair. She sits and sips at her coffee. She lets out a moan of delight and takes a deeper drag of the java. She smacks her lips, her green eyes squeezed shut while she trembles.
“That is delicious,” she moans. “You know that? Just the right amount of salt to be excited.”
“I'm glad you enjoy it,” you say, trembling. “Is there anything...?”
“Strip.”
You don't hesitate to obey. Your hands attack the buttons of your rose-hued blouse. You are stripping out of it as fast as you can. Your breasts rise and fall. You squirm, your futa-dick throbbing, still hard despite jerking off into the coffee. You throw your blouse open, Paris's green eyes on you as she sips at her enhanced coffee. Your tits jiggle in your light-blue bra.
You unhook that and bare your tits. Paris lets out a groan, still drinking. Her eyes almost seem to track the sway of your tits as you work off your charcoal-gray pencil skirt. It slips down past the thigh-high stockings you wear and falls to the floor at your feet. You cock your hips from side to side, your futa-dick tenting your panties.
You hook those and shove them down.
“Yes,” Paris moans, setting down her coffee mug. She licks her lips as your futa-cock pops out. It bobs before you and says as you work those panties down your thighs. “What a beautiful sight.”
“Thank you, Ms. Richardson,” you say as you straighten up.
“Now, I need you to crawl beneath my desk. Dr. Isabella is going to be here soon. I want you to eat me out, but don't make me cum while she's here. I just want your tongue licking up and down my cunt.”
“Yes, Ms. Richardson,” you say and move before her. Then you freeze. You grab your discarded clothes and carry them with you.
Your redheaded boss nods her head in approval, pushing back her chair so you can crawl beneath.
It's dark. Cozy. You feel like you're in your own world. Paris scoots closer, her legs spread wide. You breathe in a tangy musk. The intoxicating aroma leads you o Paris's pussy. You press your face into her twat shaved twat and lick up to her clit.
It's pierced.
You flutter your tongue against her piercing. You caress it. She squirms and shivers, clearly savoring your tongue licking and lapping at her tangy cunt. Your futa-dick throbs and aches. Pussy cream dribbles down your sides.
You caress her up and down. She lets out soft sighs, enjoying how you're playing with her twat. She squirms, her chair creaking. You thrust your tongue into her pussy's depths and swirl around. The tangy flavor soaks your tongue.
A delight.
Not long after you start, a knock. “Enter.”
The door opens and you hear the rich and warm voice of Dr. Isabella say, “Nice office, Paris.”
“It'll be nicer when it's furnished,” Paris says. “I want to go into testing the slut pill as soon as possible.”
“Oh, it'll be just a smash,” says Dr. Isabella. “Look at this.”
You hear folders being open. You shudder and keep licking. You stroke up and down those hot, silky folds while the scientist has no idea you're beneath the table. No idea why Paris is breathing heavily.
“Are you okay?” Dr. Isabella asks. “You're almost out of breath.”
“Just excited by all of this,” she says. “This is going to change everything. It's going to be a smashing hit, you know that.”
“Yeah,” says Dr. Isabella. “I can't wait until we get to training. It's going to make women sexy and amenable.”
“I like that,” Paris coos.
Your tongue flicks her clit piercing. She shudders.
“Yes, yes, I like that a lot.”
You concentrate on her clit. She must be talking to you. Your tongue flicks that ring, twisting it through her clit. Her bud throbs beneath your stroking tongue. Her tangy juices drip down your chin as you play with her. Tease her.
The chair creaks as she keeps talking with Dr. Isabella. You feel so naughty. So hot. You're pleasing your boss. You latch your mouth around her clit and suck. Paris shudders and lets out a whimper, a throaty sound of bliss.
“Uhh... Are you sure everything is okay, Paris?” the scientist asks again.
“Everything is wonderful,” groans Paris. “I have my office. My subordinates. The slut pill is going to be a success. Oh, yes yes, everything is amazing!”
Her pussy juices gush out of her cunt.
You shuddered as the tangy cream bathes your face. She's cumming in front of Dr. Isabella. You weren't supposed to do that, but she told you to play with your clit. You think. Either way, you're savoring the delight gushing out.
You lick and lap and devour them. Your tongue slides up and down her hot folds. She's so much fun to lick. To play with. You could just drown in these juices. Just revel in them until the day you die. You wiggle your hips from side to side, letting that hot cream spill down your throat.
“You, uh, sure seem excited,” Dr. Isabella says.
“So damned excited!” Paris gasps. “Okay, that's good. We're going into testing ASAP. Get back down into the lab. Ready for the first trial”
“Yes,” Dr. Isabella coos. “Congratulations.”
“Oh, yes, thank you!” Paris moans, your tongue thrusting into her pussy, stimulating her spasming cunt walls.
The door opens and then closes.
“You fucking naughty slut!” Paris gasps, thrusting her rolling chair back and pulling her yummy pussy from your mouth. “You made me cum.”
“Sorry, Ms. Richardson,” you say.
“It was fucking hot.” She rises. “I need you to fuck me. So fucking hard!”
You crawl out from beneath the desk to find her bending over it, her skirt almost sliding over her rump. Pussy cream dripping off your chin, you grin. You rip up the skirt the rest of the way, exposing her bubbly butt.
And that juicy pussy you just ate.
Cream drips from her clit piercing. More coats her labia. You lick your lips, savoring that delight. She throws a look over her forehead, her red hair dancing. “Ram that cock into me right now, futa!”
“Yes, Ms. Richardson,” you groan, so eager for your first taste of pussy.
You grip your cock, guiding it to her pussy lips. Your tip nuzzles into her hot, hot folds. Then you thrust into her. She gasps, her cunt squeezing down around your cock. Her hips wiggle from side to side. She stirs your dick around inside of her cunt. The pleasure surges through your shaft. You shuddered, your eyes squeezing shut as you enjoy the pleasure that is surging through your cock.
“Oh, my god, yes!” you pant. “Oh, that's great.”
“Isn't it?” gasps Paris as you bottom out in her cunt. Your shaved pussy lips are rubbing into her hot cunt. “Now fuck me! Pound me! I need to explode on this dick!”
You draw back and do just that. You pound her. You fuck your futa-dick into her tight, hot, juicy pussy with such powerful strokes. Your tits heave. They bounce and smack together. Your futa-dick plunges into her cunt over and over again, your pussy lips smacking into her labia, your crotch into her butt.
Your tits heave.
They bounce before you. Your hair danced around your face as you grip her hips. You fuck your supervisor hard. She's not your rival any longer. She's the hot redhead that you obey because it's so sexy and exciting.
“Yes, yes, just like that, you futa-slut!” she growls, her pussy clenching around your thrusting dick. “Oh, yes, jam that cock into my depths. Stir me up!”
“Yes, Ms. Richardson!” you moan.
Well, she did say to stir her up. You rotate your hips, swiveling it from side to side in her cunt. It feels incredible to do that to her. You love every moment of fucking into her juicy twat. Her silky flesh is bringing you closer and closer to that eruption.
You're going to spurt so much cum into her twat. Your fingers dig into her hips. You fuck her with powerful strokes. You jam into her cunt with all the power you can muster. It's incredible to enjoy. Your cunt drips juices that leak down your thighs.
“Yes, yes, yes!” she moans as you ream her. “That's fucking incredible!”
“I know!” you moan, thrusting into her snatch with your powerful strokes. “Ooh, it's going to be awesome. I'm going to fire so much cum into your twat. Just all the jizz that I can pump into you!”
“Good!” Paris moans in absolute delight. “Oh, you're making me feel amazing. That's it. Just don't stop thrusting into me. I want to cum on this dick. I want to just explode on it!”
“Mmm, you will!” you pant, burying hard and fast into her snatch. The pleasure rushes through you. It's amazing. “You're going to have such an amazing orgasm on my dick. Just you see. You're going to cum and cum and cum!”
“Oh, yes, you're so amazing!” She throws a smile over her shoulder at you. “Fuck, yes, futa-slut! Just keep churning me up!”
Every thrust brings you closer and closer to erupting. To spurting your cum into her snatch. You whimper, your ovaries—that has to be your ovaries brimming with the jizz—tighten. You're going to fire so much into her. You're going to spurt load after load of your spunk into her cunt.
It's going to be amazing.
You shudder, a huge grin on your lips as you slam to the hilt in her. She gasps, her cunt squeezing around you as you draw back. That silky friction is incredible. She tosses back her head, red hair flying.
“You fucking futa-slut!” she gaps as you ram into her. “That's how you fuck me!”
Her pussy goes wild around your futa-dick.
That wonderful, spasming, convulsing heaven engulfs your cock. Your tip instantly screams towards the point of no return. You draw back, feeling the cum about to shoot out of you, and slam back to the hilt in her writhing twat.
You shudder, your orgasm exploding out of you. You throw back your head and howl out in absolute rapture. Your futa-dick erupts over and over. You bathe Paris's cunt in your spunk. She moans, her hot flesh milking you. It's incredible to feel.
“Pump that fucking girl-jizz in me!” she gasps. “Goddamn, I love feeling this.”
“It's incredible!” You gasp, your cock spurting over and over.
Stars dance before you. Your pussy convulses, adding rapture to the ecstasy firing through your body. You shudder, rising and rising towards the pinnacle of bliss. You hit it, quiver there as you spurt a final time into her cunt.
She drains out every drop of cum left in your ovaries. You pant and sway while she moans and gasps.
“Oh, that's what I need,” she purrs. “Go down to Deandra's lab, confiscate all the futa-pills she has, and tell her she's working for Dr. Isabella now.”
“She won't be happy,” you say, “but I'll make her understand.”
“Good,” Paris coos. “Hurry back. I want my futa-dick.”
In the next few weeks, things change. You're Paris's secret futa-slave. You suck and nurse on her girl-cock while she uses the surprising properties of the slut pill to climb through the corporate ranks. And you're rising with her. Your friend Cassie is shocked by your change, but you don't care.
You're Paris's futa-slave and you love serving her. Soon, she's going to have that corner office and fuck you in it all the time. You can't wait.
You are Paris's Secret Futa-Slave Ending
Note: These links are to provide context for the pole.
Do you apologize for fooling around with Cassie?
Do you continue on to see Deandra, leaving behind all these women?
Do you decide to chase after Paris to see why she abruptly left?
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