The Futa Pill: You Continue Your defiance of Ms. Kato's Order to Strip Naked (Patreon)

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You shake your head, refusing to strip naked.

Ms. Kato smacks her riding crop into the desk hard. “Are you sure you know what you're doing?”

“Yes, Ms. Kato,” you say, your futa-cock hard. “You can't make me strip naked. It's against the company policy.”

CRACK!

“We'll see about that,” she says and then sits on her desk. She spreads her legs and barks, “Miranda, eat my pussy.”

“Yes, Ms. Kato,” Miranda squeaks. She gives you this shocked look like she can't believe you would defy the dominating Japanese woman.

Her face as hard as porcelain, Ms. Kato stares at you while reaching for her phone. She picks it up and hits 9 then punches in an extension. 510. Deandra's lab. The phone rings while Miranda is pushing up Ms. Kato's charcoal pencil skirt revealing more thighs covered in the dark nylons. Then a pair of pale panties appear beneath the pantyhose.

“Deandra, bring up your futa-pill to my office right now,” Ms. Kato orders even as she lifts her rump to let Miranda roll off the pantyhose. “Yes, right now. If I have to march down there...”

I heard Deandra squeak on the other end of the line.

“Good.” Ms. Kato hangs up. “There are some who know how to do as they're told.”

You swallow, wondering if you've made a big mistake.

Miranda rolls Ms. Kato's pantyhose off her feet before attacking the woman's panties. Miranda whimpers, her red hair shaking as she obeys the command. Heat simmers in Ms. Kato's as her thick, black bush appears spotted with juices.

Your cunt clenches. A wave of heat rushes up to the tip of your cock pinned to your stomach by your panties. Your breathing quickens, your bra clutching tight about your breasts. With a hungry moan, Miranda buries her face into that black bush and licks.

You shudder as you hear your coworker licking and lapping with hunger. She's moaning, those black curls hiding it all. Ms. Kato shudders but her face remains hard. Her eyes are black ice as they stare at you with such intensity. Her hand grabs a fistful of Miranda's hair, holding the woman in place.

“Oh, god, you taste so good, Ms. Kato,” the girl moans. “Oh, my god, just so yummy.”

The heat swells through your pussy. You futa-cock throbs, fighting to escape.

“Mmm, just so good,” Miranda moans, her naked rump wiggling back and forth as she feasts.

“That's it,” Ms. Kato purrs, heat entering her voice. “That's how you eat a woman's cunt. How you obey.”

You shiver as her hard eyes boring into yours.

A tart scent perfumes the air followed by a tangy musk. The scent of hot pussies. Ms. Kato's and Miranda's are wreathing the air with mouth-watering scents. You swallow, your blood on fire. You shudder, your heart pounding so fast. Blood pumps through your veins.

Miranda licks with passion. She's devouring that cunt. She's feasting on it with such hunger. You swallow, the heat burning through your veins. Your futa-dick wants to get involved. Ms. Kato leans back, bracing her left hand on her desk, her breasts rising and falling in her mauve blouse.

“That's it,” she moans, her head arching back. “Oh, that's it.” She clutches tight to Miranda's red hair. “Devour me. Oh, yes, yes, you're going to make me cum like a good employee.”

“Yes, Ms. Kato!” moans Miranda. “I love being good. You taste so delicious.”

“Mmm, I bet I do.”

You swallow, your pussy soaking your satin panties. The heat is rippling through your body. You want to fan your face, but you keep your hands at your side. You swallow, Ms. Kato's moans growing louder and louder. Your futa-cock aches to join the fun.

But she can't just order you to do this. It's not right. You swallow, sweat beading across your forehead. You squirm. Your hands wipe at your pencil skirt. Ms. Kato shudders. Her moans burst from her lips.

“Yes!” she howls. “Drink down that cream.”

You watch her tremble through her climax.

KNOCK! KNOCK!

“Enter!” Ms. Kato moans in throaty pleasure.

Miranda keeps licking at her as the door opens and Deandra enters. The scientist is a young, Black woman who looks fresh out of college. She's slender, her lab coat draped over her frame. She's wearing skinny jeans and a belly shirt that leaves her flat, ebony midriff bare. Her hair is short and shaved with a fade on the right side. A silver nose ring gleams as she gasps.

“Holy fucking shit!” Deandra moans.

“Mmm, yes, yes,” Ms. Kato moans. “That's enough, Miranda.”

The naked redhead stands, her mouth smeared in pussy cream. Her green eyes are glossy. Her round tits rise and fall as she sucks in greedy breaths. She smiles, her shaved cunt dripping with her own juices.

“What is going on?” Deandra asks, glancing at you. She starts to say her name, but Ms. Kato cuts her off.

“You've used company resources to fulfill your perverse desires,” Ms. Kato says.

“W-What?” gasps Deandra, her face paling gray. “I d-don't know what you're talking about, M-Ms. Kato!”

Ms. Kato points at your crotch. “She took your pill and now she's got a cock.”

Excitement shudders through Deandra. She fights hard not to squeal in delight. She stares down at the bulge in your skirt with hunger. She licks her lips, hands clasped tight before her. Hips wiggle back and forth.

“It really grew a cock,” Deandra says. “I'm so surprised by—”

“You nicknamed it the 'futa' pill,” Ms. Kato says. “I know what a futanari is. I am Japanese. I thought it was a coincidence. I could see where the nickname came from. I should have realized what it was. Hand over the pills.”

Deandra swallows. She pulls out an amber pill bottle from her pocket. It rattles with a few of the futa-pills in it. Ms. Kato twists off the top, fishes one out, and then swallows it without needing any water. She shudders and sits back on the desk.

“How long does this take?” she asks, spreading her legs.

“I don't know,” says Deandra. “It's never been tested before now.”

Ms. Kato's slanted eyes widen. “Oh, not long. Mmm, it's growing.”

Miranda gasps. “Look!”

Out of Ms. Kato's thick bush emerges a pink shaft. It's throbbing and pulsing with her heartbeat, growing just like yours had. You swallow, your pussy clenching as she witnesses another futa-cock being born.

The pink fades to the same pale-olive hue as her skin. The tip becomes spongy while the shaft smooth. It grows larger, the crown forming. The slit breaks apart the smooth tip. Precum beads at it. Miranda whimpers, kneeling before her.

“Oh, god, it really works,” moans Deandra. She stares with such lust down at her creation, her lab coat swaying about her.

“Suck it, Miranda,” orders Ms. Kato.

“Yes,” the redhead moans and grabs the futa-boss's growing cock.

Just as that dick reaches its full girth, Miranda swallows the tip. She seals her mouth around the base and sucks. Ms. Kato moans, her breasts jiggling in her blouse. She squeezes her eyes shut and then starts unbuttoning her blouse.

The pleasure crossing her face is undeniable. Your clit-dick throbs and aches as you watch on in envy. You swallow, your heart pounding as you witness the wild sight before you. Heat rushes through your body. Your breasts rise and fall, the heat building and building in you.

Ms. Kato opens her blouse, her round tits covered in a cream-covered bra. She groans, Miranda sucking away on that big dick like it's the best-tasting thing in the world. She's nursing with absolute hunger. You shudder, your pussy growing so hot, your futa-cock throbbing.

“That's it,” Ms. Kato moans, shrugging out of her blouse. Then she reaches behind her.

Her bra comes undone.

“Yes, yes, keep sucking on my dick.” Your futa-boss slides the straps of her bra off her shoulders. Her tits come into view, round and plump, her nipples dark-olive and hard. “This is amazing.”

“God, it's awesome,” Deandra whimpers beside you. She's watching on with such hunger.

SO are you.

Miranda's head bobs. Her red hair rustles as she works her mouth up and down that girl-cock. Your heart beats so fast beneath your breast. Your pussy clenches as the heat rushes through your body. You clit-dick throbs. Pulses. Begs to be set free.

“That's it,” Ms. Kato moans. Her breasts jiggle. “You want my cum, don't you?”

Miranda groans around the shaft. Her cheeks hollow as she sucks with more force.

“Of course she does,” pants Deandra. “That's how I designed it. The cock turns women on. They get so wild with lust. They want to please you. Your dick.”

“You are one depraved and kinky woman,” groans Ms. Kato. “Oh, fuck, yes. I'm going to cum.”

Miranda suckles with wild hunger. She bobs her head. The sucking and slurping sounds she makes echoes through the office. Your pussy clenches, juices soaking your panties. You clench your fist to fight the urge to whip out your cock.

Ms. Kato's head lolls back. The few strands of hair that have escaped her bun caress her face. Her tits rise and fall. Her dark nipples beg to be suckled from. She quivers there, her body quivering, then she gasps out in rapture.

“Yes!”

Miranda gulps down the futa-boss's cum.

You shudder at the wicked sounds of the redhead swallowing. Ms. Kato moans, her body trembling. Her tits heave and bounce from her bucking. Her legs twitch, toes curl. She tosses her head while Deandra whimpers in envy beside you.

Your dick aches so much. Your pussy is on fire. You need to cum.

“Oh, that's it,” groans Ms. Kato. “Drink all that cum. Mmm, that's amazing.” Her gaze shifts to Deandra. “You, get naked.”

“Yes, Ms. Kato!” Deandra moans, her voice thick with lust.

The Black scientist drops her lab coat. Then she pops off her crimson belly shirt, nudging her silver-rimmed glasses perched on her pierced nose. She doesn't fix them but instead undoes her dark-gray bra trimmed in pink lace. She slides its straps off her shoulders and reveals her small breasts. Firm mounds topped by dark-brown nipples.

She unsnaps her jeans while kicking off her flats. She peels her skinny jeans down, her ass clad in a pair of bright-blue cheekies. The panties hug the top half over her rump while leaving her lower asscheeks exposed, becoming more a thong as it vanishes down to between her thighs to cup her pussy. She wiggles her hips, Ms. Kato watching.

So are you.

Your cock is begging for attention as Deandra steps out of her jeans. Then she peels off her panties. She has a trimmed bush of tight, black curls gleaming with her juices. A spicy musk fills the air. You breathe it in as she strips naked and then falls to her knees.

Ms. Kato glances at you. The command is obvious. Are you going to keep defying her and risk more of her displeasure? Or are you going to strip naked and fall to your knees to join Miranda and Deandra?

What do you choose?

Do you submit to Ms. Kato's futa-cock? 

Do you continue your defiance of Ms. Kato?