The Futa’s Mind-Controlling Panties Chapter 20: The Naughty Futa’s Punishment by mypenname3000..,

Sasha Ford thinks she’s gotten away with stealing her mind-controlling panties to the paradise of Miami! , The Futa’s Mind-Controlling Panties

Chapter Twenty: The Naughty Futa’s Punishment

Note: Thanks to Alex for beta reading this!

Athena Pearce

The helicopter landed on the flight line near my private jet.

My stewardesses were waiting for me. They were two twenty-year-old twins that I found through a modeling agency. They were German and as buxom as you could imagine. They wore slutty Bavarian outfits, those green skirts that barely covered their asses, the skirt’s waistband covering their stomachs. Suspender-like straps rose up to those shoulders. They should have white blouses on, but their tits were large and perky.

Just perfect.

“Fräulein,” Beata and Greta said to me as I reached the stairs. They had twinkles in their blonde eyes. “Guten Abend.”

“Evening.” I shuddered. “Which one of you is going to ride on my cock?”

“Is Greta’s turn,” Beata said, the one on the left. “I lick her pussy very good. Get her nice and juicy for you.”

I paused to lean in and kiss Beata, the youthful beauty, on the lips. I tasted something sweet. That lingering musk of a young twat. I shuddered, my futa-cock throbbing beneath my skirt. I broke the kiss and nodded my head.

“I can taste how ready your sister is.”

“Wunderbar!” Beata cooed.

I headed up the stairs and took my seat. It was plush and comfortable. My pilots were getting to work. They were men, the best money could hire. I wasn’t taking any chances. Greta came up to me and straddled my waist. She pushed up my skirt and fished out my hard girl-dick, my balls aching. She grinned.

“I love your girl-dick very hard,” she said. “Mmm, make mein Fötzchen feel sehr gut.”

I loved her mix of English and German. “Sehr gut, ja?”

She grinned at me and then impaled her cunt down my cock. I groaned as my secretaries boarded. I never went anywhere without Minako or Virginia. They both were so gorgeous. Virginia took the seat beside me, her large tits jiggling. She was a blonde and buxom hottie, too, but her tits were not au naturel like the twins.

“Governor Peterson will meet with you tomorrow at 9 AM,” she said. “We’ll land somewhere around 6 AM EST.”

“Then we should have that little slut wrapped up in a bow by lunch,” I said, leaning back. “Tell the pilots to get us in the air as fast as air traffic control and safety will let them.” I had to be careful. If I said as fast as possible. They would just go for the nearest runway and not bother with any clearance or safety checks.

I made that mistake two days ago. Luckily, I realized it. So much mind-controlling that day.

I closed my eyes and let Greta’s pussy work up and down my girl-dick. This was the best way to fly. I would soon have Sasha Ford delivered back to my mistress just where the little slut belonged for stealing those panties.

She wouldn’t get away with escaping to Miami.

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Sasha Ford

Escaping to Miami was the best idea I had ever had. There was no way that Mildred and Chloe and their mind-controlled bitches could find us here. We were on the other side of the world. I would have so much fun.

“So, Dad, which one do you want?” I asked as I stared at the two women kneeling before us.

One was Tamara Duval, a trophy wife with big, fake tits that had a lovely plumpness to her. She had collagen-injected lips to give them that ripeness and bedroom eyes. She was gorgeous, her body all tan, her pussy shaved. She made my girl-dick throb and my pussy clench.

Beside her was Champagne Duval, the nineteen-year-old daughter. She had wavy brown hair and tits just as big as her mother and just as fake. They were like a matching set. Champagne, too, had a tan and lush body, though she was slenderer.

She was still delicious.

“Daughter,” Dad said, staring at the nineteen-year-old girl. “Your mother didn’t have tits that delicious when she was nineteen.”

“And still don’t,” I said. I looked over my shoulder at Mom and my sister. They were getting their pussies devoured by the maid and the cook, both Latina women that were sexy but held not a candle to the trophy wife and her beauty pageant daughter.

It was so wonderful to meet the neighbors.

“Mrs. Duval, on your hands and knees. You two, baby slut.”

“Yes, Ms. Sasha!” both of them moaned. They turned around and presented their rumps to us. In the corner, Mr. Duval watched. He was an older man, heavyset, wearing a silk kimono for a bathrobe. He had a greasy look to him.

I wanted him far away, but it was hot as he watched his wife wiggling her ass at me. Her butt-cheeks clapped together. They were so plump. There was no way this woman didn’t have ass implants, too. There was nothing real about her.

But it was fine fucking work.

I smacked my futa-cock from butt-cheek to butt-cheek, watching that perfection ripple. Mrs. Duval moaned, her back arching. Her boobs peeked into view as they swayed from side to side. My dick twitched and throbbed.

This was the life.

“Mr. Ford!” gasped Champagne. Dad went right to fucking the little slut.

I grinned at him. I was so glad Dad was back with the family. My parents’ divorce was undone. The misunderstanding caused by that cunt next door, Mrs. Solomon, had been resolved. I might be a lesbian, but I was also a tomboy.

Dad was just more fun to hang out with than Mom.

Though Mom was more fun to fuck. I only fucked with Dad. I never touched him in that way. My sister did, though. Fawn was a little slut moaning as she had the cook swabbing her tight cunt. Mom’s whimpers joined them as the maid ate that muff.

I slid my cock down to the trophy wife’s cunt. I glanced over at Mr. Duval. “How does it feel to know that I’m going to fuck your wife’s cunt?”

“Wonderful,” he moaned. “You’re amazing Chloe. If anyone deserves to fuck my wife, it’s you. Fuck her hard. Pound her. Better you than her Pilates instructor.”

“My yoga instructor,” purred Mrs. Duval.

“The pool boy.”

“Oh, he’s fun to fuck,” the slut-wife moaned. “And there are the gardeners. Hector, Juan, and Ramon know how to take care of my hedges.”

“That why you got a bald?” I asked.

“Maybe.”

I slammed into her pussy. I buried to the hilt in Mrs. Duval’s whore-cunt. I loved the feel of her tight and hot snatch squeezing about me. She might be fucking every guy she could behind her husband’s back, but none of them had dicks as big as me.

She moaned, her back arching as she felt my girth stretching her apart. Her hot, married cunt welcomed me in. I loved every moment of it. I savored filling up her cunt with my big dick. My balls smacked into her clit.

“Fuck, you’re hung for a girl!” the MILF moaned.

“And you’re tight for a whore,” I panted. “Fuck, yes, I’m going to make you explode.”

“Do it!”

She squeezed her cunt around me as I drew back. My small breasts quivered as I slammed back into her. I loved the feel of her hot cunt squeezing around me. That wonderful snatch held me tight. I would have such a huge explosion of cum. I would pump all that jizz into her. just flood her with spurt after spurt of my jizz.