The Aphrodite Sisterhood Collection 1 (12 Futa Stories-Massive Bundle!)(Futa-on-Female, Hot Wife, Menage, Cheating, Bride, Erotia) (6 page)

I grabbed her left foot, lifting it up, and slipped off the cute, white tennis shoe she wore. My fingers lightly stroked her dainty feet as I  slowly worked the white sock off her foot.

“Umm, that's nice teasing,” Veronica congratulated. “And don't forget to stroke the soles. Mmh, yeah, you're doin' just fine, sweetie!”

I removed her other shoe, then rolled her second sock down even slower, letting my fingers caress her foot, rubbing in slow circles, and bringing a soft sigh from her lips. I tickled her soles as I worked the sock off her foot, enjoying the shivers shuddering through her. Her breath quickened, tits rising, and her dark nipples were two, hard nubs jutting out. I tucked her socks into her shoes and set them aside, then returned to start on her jeans.

She wore a pair of hip-hugging skinny jeans, fitting tight as a glove. Pink hearts were stitched on her rear pockets, drawing eyes to Veronica's lush and plump rear. Concentrate! I placed my hands lightly on her hip, sliding it across her warm skin, savoring the way she trembled beneath my touch.

“Such silky skin,” I purred, letting my fingers idly stroke her stomach, dipping into her cute bellybutton.

Small clitoris! Small clitoris!

“Oh, thank you!”

I unsnapped her jeans and pulled down her zipper. Her panties were shear and black, and were so tight her pussy cleft was visible—a beautiful cameltoe. I worked her jeans down, my fingers brushing her panties 'on accident'.

“Sorry,” I giggled as my knuckles pressed into her cleft, touching her clitoris through her panties; she jumped and gasped. “I'm so clumsy today.”

“Very nice, sweetie,” Veronica praised as she stepped out of her jeans. “You really paid attention to Linda's massage technique.”

“Thanks.” I stroked up her thigh to her panties, delighting in her shudder, and then let my finger casually trace the leghole. “Let's get these cute panties off.”

I hooked my fingers in her panties' waistband, and pulled them down. Her pussy was gorgeous. Dark lips shaved bare, vulva swollen with desire and glistening with passion, her dark, pussy lips protruding like the petals of a beautiful flower, dripping with sweet nectar.

I resisted the burning desire to bury my face in her pussy. My clitoris tingled; I was beginning to recognize the signals of my body. I concentrated and, with difficulty, kept my lust under control as I pulled her skimpy panties down her sleek, dark thighs.

“Now you would start the shower and ask the client what body wash they'd like,” Veronica explained as she stepped out of her panties.

“Right.” I walked over to the shower; water hissed and steam quickly began to billow out.

“And we forgot to light the scented candles,” Veronica sighed, then shrugged. “Oh well, we can skip that. You'd normally do that when you prep the room before fetching the client.”

I nodded. “So what body wash would you like, miss?”

“Why don't you surprise me.”

“Sure.”

I walked over to the shelf covered in bottles of various body washes. There seemed to be one of every scent imaginable: lavender, strawberry, coconut, orange, vanilla, cranberry, apricot, jasmine, mango, cinnamon, tangerine, passion fruit, apple, lilac. So many choices. What should I pick? I liked lavender, so I guess that would be fine.

I reached for the bottle, then hesitated. This wasn't about me. It was about satisfying the client. Veronica was an exciting and wild woman, and lavender didn't seem to fit her. So what would be best for her? I examined the fragrances again, searching for the perfect scent.

I grabbed the cinnamon.

“That wasn't your first choice,” Veronica stated as I walked back to her.

“No.”

“Why'd you change your mind?”

“I was going to choose lavender, but then I remember this was all about the customer. So I choose cinnamon.” I smiled. “Hope you like it.”

Veronica grinned. “You're a natural at this, sweetie.” She snapped her fingers in sudden remembrance. “Oh, there's an amulet in my jeans pocket. Go put it on, Melody.”

“Oh, okay.” I walked over to her clothes and searched her pockets. In the last one I searched, of course, I found a small, bronze medallion inscribed with the symbol of womanhood. Why did I need to wear this? It was so tacky.

“Put it on.”

Well, she's my trainer. I slipped it over my neck, the heavy disk hanging between my breasts; my clitoris stopped tingling. I frowned, “What did it do?”

“I don't want you distracted by your cock right now,” Veronica explained. “You need to focus on the sensuality of washing me. The amulet suppress your futa dick, keeping it from sprouting. We'll work on more self-control later.”

“Okay.”

She climbed into the shower, her delicious, dark skin glistening with beading water. More splashed down those perfect, chocolate mounds. She turned, letting the water spray her lush rear. My clitoris may not want to transform into a cock right now, but that didn't change the fact that an itch was forming in my pussy—she was gorgeous.

“What are you waitin' on, sweetie?”

“Just admiring the view.”

She laughed and beckoned with a finger.

How could I resist?

The spray felt wonderful as it rained upon my skin; the steam billowed around us, relaxing me with its warmth as it caressed my skin. I shut the glass door and it was
very
cozy inside, our wet bodies pressing together as we shifted in the tight confines. We couldn't move without my nipples brushing her silky skin or her hard nubs touching mine.

My pussy ached, and more than water ran down my thighs.

“Let's get you washed and massaged, miss.”

“Oh, yes,” she purred. “I'm so stressed out.”

I poured some body wash on a hot-pink loofah. “I like to start with the back.”

Veronica nodded, “Sure.”

I reached around her, pressing my body tight against hers, our nipples kissing, sending pleasure right to my clitoris. Undressing her had left me burning with desire, and my poor pussy ached for contact, to be caressed and stimulated; I needed to cum so bad. The sensuality of her body against mine was almost too much to resist; I just wanted to shove my fingers between my thighs and frig away.

“Shouldn't I face away?” Veronica asked in her client voice.

“No, miss. For the best shower massage, I need, um, leverage.” That sounded plausible.

“Oh, okay.” Then she grinned and winked at me.

Our bodies were pressed tight, and just breathing rubbed our tits together, which only made my breath quicken, increasing the pleasure generated by my nipples. I washed her back in slow circles, pulling her against me and resting my chin on her shoulder, my hips gently rolling, pressing my clitoris into her groin, pleasure shuddering through me. Her clitoris was a hard bud against my pubic mound.

“Can't you just feel the tension melting out of you?” I whispered in her ear, my lips so close they brushed her lobe.

“Yes!” she moaned.

“Just let all the stress and cares melt out of you. You're safe in my arms.”

Veronica sighed, her head resting on my shoulder.

“So relaxed,” I whispered. “Now let's wash lower.”

My hands washed south, moving down her sleek back. I knelt, her body slippery against mine as I slid down her, my nipples tingling as they rubbed against her. My cheek brushed her hard nipple, then I popped my mouth around it, giving it a brief swirl of my tongue.

“Oh, yes!” moaned Veronica. “You shouldn't have done that, but...”

I grinned up at her; she was playing the client again. “But, you want me to worship your body. It's why you came here.”

My hands reached that lush rear, soaping it. Her pussy was right before my eyes as I knelt. I could smell her musk over the cinnamon. I pulled her ass to me, my lips brushing her pussy, getting a brief taste of her spice.

“I've never been with a woman, but that felt amazing!” Veronica moaned, still playing her role.

“And you tasted wonderful. In fact, I need to have a better taste!”

I licked her clit, then pushed my head deeper between her thighs. She gasped, then purred like a cat being stroked and petted. Her fingers ran through my wet, brunette tresses as my tongue plied the folds of her pussy.

“That's it, sweetie. Butter my toast!” I guess she was done playing the customer as her hands pulled my face into her sex.

I dug my tongue deep into her, savoring the feel and taste of her. I explored her folds, getting to know every inch of her delicious, pink flesh. I worked my tongue around her fat clitoris, enjoying her moans, then plunged my tongue deep into her hole, using it like a mini-cock and fucking her rapidly.

“Oh, yes!” she moaned. “Simone and Becky chose well! You are a natural, pussy eater.”

“Thank you,” I moaned. I gave another swipe through her delicious flower, sampling her nectar, and trying to ignore the burning itch in my own pussy.

I couldn't ignore my passion any longer. I needed to cum, and she had been teased enough; her sex dripped passion. Excitement filled me. My vulva ached to be to touched and pleasured. I didn't have my cock right now, but I still could pleasure her with my pussy. And there was this porno I had jerked off to last night that I would love to reenact.

I had to trib her.

I rose, my pussy sliding wet up her thigh. It was incredible! Pleasure rushed through me; my pussy spasmed, on the verge of cumming. I pressed my groin between her thighs, brushing my clitoris against her hard bud, passion surging through me. My lips found her neck, kissing and sucking at her dark flesh as I ground my pussy against her hot sex, fucking her.

“What you doin', sweetie?” Veronica asked.

“I'm going to trib you,” I purred. “Don't you want to feel my pussy rubbing against yours until we both cum.”

“I don't think so, sweetie,” she grinned. “I think it's time for me to get a piece of your fine, White-girl ass.”

Her clit ballooned into a dark shaft. I stepped back, watching it grow. It reached the size of my cock, then kept on enlarging; my jaw dropped. It was thick and long, throbbing as it pressed against my groin, bumping into my cute, tiny clitoris; I shuddered.

I wanted that! Jennifer had told me how much she'd loved that monster fucking her ass.

“I'm gonna tear your cute ass up, sweetie!”

“Yes!” I hissed. “I want to feel that big girl inside me!”

“Such a futa slut!”

I didn't resist as she spun me around. I braced against the shower wall with both arms, the warm water spraying my back. That monster futa cock nudged my wet ass, sliding in between my asscheeks. It slid down my crack, searching like an eager explorer, and then found my tight, virgin sphincter.

“Gonna love your ass, sweetie!”

She pushed.

My sphincter gave way, and her big, Black, futa cock stretched my virgin ass open. So huge. I felt stuffed, and more and more of her futa dick drove into my bowels. Warm pleasure thrilled through me, escaping out of my lips as I groaned. Her breasts pressed against my back, soft and topped with nipples as hard as her shaft. Her arms snaked around my body, rubbing my stomach, adding more wonderful pleasure to the fire burning inside me.

“Such a sweet ass,” she purred. “I love White-girl ass!”

I grunted; she had bottomed out inside me, her groin pressing against my rear.

“You like my big, Black, futa dick reaming your asshole?”

“Yes!” I hissed.

“Umm, such a futa slut!”

Her hips pumped, plunging that thick monster in and out of my bowels. Wet trickled down my thighs, and not from the shower. My pussy felt on fire, and my clitoris ached to be touched and stroked. The bronze amulet bounced between my breasts, jiggling every time she buried into me. Veronica's hands, rubbing slow circles on my belly, went exploring.

One slid up, squeezing my right breast and playing with my rock-hard nipple. Her other hand drifted south, shoving two fingers deep into my pussy. Thick and nimble, they probed my pussy, pumping and stirring such wondrous rapture inside me.

“Oh, yes!” I gasped, the words exploding out of my lips.

“You like that? You like both your slutty holes filled up?”

“I do!” Pleasure screamed through me, churned by her cock reaming my ass and her fingers stirring my pussy. “I didn't know anal could feel so amazing!”

“Never let hubby get a crack, huh?”

“No! And I'm glad I never let the asshole!” My soon-to-be-ex-husband could go dive off a cliff for all I cared. I was done feeling miserable over his cheating ass.

She laughed and fucked me harder, her groin slapping against my butt-cheeks. My clitoris ached so much it was almost painful. I wanted to plunge my hand between my legs and frig my clitoris with fast circles, but she was reaming my asshole too hard; I needed both my arms for support.

“I!” Thrust. “Love!” Thrust. “Fuckin'!” Thrust. “White-girl!” Thrust. “Ass!”

My bowels were on fire with passion.

“You're driving me wild!” I screamed.

Every stroke of her futa cock in my bowls, every probe of her fingers in my pussy, and every squeeze of her hand on my boob was driving me in to a feverish frenzy, my passion threatening to explode out of me.