I slammed into her, fucking her hard. Her butt-cheeks rippled. Her cunt gripped me. The pleasure flowed to my own pussy. My balls drank in the heat, growing tighter and tighter with my every thrust into her snatch.
“Fuck, yes!” Dad groaned. “Champagne, you little slut, you’re no stranger to dick.”
“That’s how I win!” she moaned. “You got to fuck the judges or you’ll never get them to vote for you. And then there’s the after-party. All those rich, older pervs wanting our barely legal cunts. Why do you think they donate?”
“Shit!” Dad groaned.
“I know!” I gasped, pumping away at the trophy wife’s cunt. “You whored your daughter out, didn’t you?”
“Yes!” Mrs. Duval moaned. “I was there the first time they popped her cherry. I held her hand while that fat judge fucked her hard. And she won. They crowned my baby girl the hottest in the Everglades. Her first sash.”
“Mother of the fucking year!” I groaned, pounding her cunt. I buried to the hilt in her. “Why did you marry her, Mr. Duval?”
“I knocked her up,” groaned Mr. Duval. “Cheaper to marry her. And she’s hot. Even after having Champagne. Didn’t know how much of a whore she was, though. But she’s your whore now, Miss Sasha.
“That’s fucking right!”
“I am your whore!” gasped the naughty MILF, her cunt clenching down on my girl-cock.
I fucked into her hard and fast. I buried to the hilt in the slut’s cunt. I reveled in her pussy gripping my cock. She felt amazing. This wonderful pussy brought me closer and closer to that moment of eruption. I would have such a huge one. I would just explode with ecstasy. It would be incredible. A great burst of rapture that would erupt from me.
My balls smacked into her flesh. They cracked into her as Dad’s cracked into the whore’s daughter. I loved this pleasure. This amazing bliss that surged down my cock. It felt absolutely amazing to fuck the trophy wife before her husband.
“Oh, yes, yes,” Mom moaned. “Oh, that’s so nice. Mmm, you’re going to make me cum.”
“Si, señora!” the woman moaned. “You cum. Very good.”
“Yes, I’ll cum so very fucking good!” Mom groaned. “Now get that tongue in me. Yes yes, just like that.”
“This is so hot,” moaned my little sister. Fawn let out a gasp. “I’m cumming. Drink it! Drink all my cream.”
Dad grunted beside me, his hands squeezing Champagne’s big tits. He kneaded them. Squeezed them. He massaged them while she groaned and gasped out in delight. The sounds she made were so hot to hear. They had my cunt melting with joy.
I would have such a huge orgasm. I would erupt into the slut-mother’s cunt. I slammed hard into the trophy wife, fucking her with such uncontrolled rapture. Her pussy squeezed around my dick. She held me tight. Her cunt gripped me with that sweet passion.
“Oh, yes, yes, yes!” I groaned. “You ready for my jizz, whore?”
“I am!” Mrs. Duval moaned.
“Good!” I gasped and slammed to the hilt in her.
I erupted.
“Fuck!” Dad groaned. “Take it, you filthy, little slut!”
“Yes, yes, yes!” Champagne moaned. “You’re cumming in me. Oh, yes, yes, you’re spurting all that spunk into me.”
“It’s amazing!” Mrs. Duval moaned as my seed pumped into her pussy. I buried all that jizz into her snatch. I flooded her with my hot and thick girl-spunk. “You’re flooding me!”
Her pussy spasmed around me. The trophy wife’s cunt milked my dick. She worked out drop after drop of my cum from my girl-cock. I shuddered, my eyes rolling back in my head. A shiver ran through my body. It was incredible.
“Yes!” I moaned. “Oh, god, yes! I love being a futa!”
“You’re the best,” Fawn cried.
“Love you, Sasha.”
Dad looked over at me, grinning. “You are amazing.”
I beamed at him as the trophy wife’s hot cunt worked out every drop of cum that I had in my girl-nuts. I shuddered, pussy cream running down my thighs. I stretched my back and glanced at the clock. It was approaching noon.
“Who wants to turn South Beach into a fucking paradise?” I asked.
My family, of course, cheered. They always wanted to do what I did. They were great that way.
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Athena Pearce
The limousine pulled up at the governor’s mansion. I was jet-lagged but excited. Sasha Ford’s flight from Mildred’s justice ended today. I uncrossed my legs and gripped my crotchless panties tight in my hand. After four days, they were still just as soaked as when I first came in them.
I pushed up my glasses as my driver opened the door. She was a sexy, young woman wearing a tight skirt and bustier top, a tie around her bare throat and dangling between her tits. Her sunglasses gave her that delicious, mysterious vibe that had my cunt clenching.
“Ms. Pearce,” she murmured. “Enjoy.”
“Ms. Pearce,” a man said. He appeared out of the front door of the governor’s mansion, older and balding. “Governor Peterson’s waiting for you.”
“Wonderful,” I said. “It’s Hawke, yes. His chief of staff.”
“I’m afraid so,” he said and chuckled.
I held up my panties and wafted them about his face. He groaned as he fell under my powers. “Lead me to him.”
“Of course, Ms. Pearce,” he said and hurried up the stairs.
I followed after, my heart beating. Sasha Ford was down in Miami. She had to be caught as fast as possible. I passed the stately doors and followed the man through the ornately furnished rooms. It had antique furniture that looked to date back two hundred or more years. Paintings on the walls depicted various events in Florida’s history from the Seminole Indians to the Spanish Conquistadors to the Civil War.
In a sitting room, Governor Peterson rose from a couch. He wore a blue suit and adjusted his tie. He had gray hair, a bald spot in the middle of his head he didn’t bother hiding. He thrust his hand forward as I approached him.
“Ms. Pearce, I am delighted to talk to you about the opportunities Florida can provide for a…” His words trailed off as he felt the panties I pressed into his proffered hand.
He stared at them. His brow furrowed. Then his nostrils twitched. He brought them to his face and breathed in deeply of my controlling musk. I smiled as he fell under my spell. I snagged the panties from him.
“There are four people I needed apprehended immediately,” I said. “Minako has the files. They must be brought to me alive as soon as possible. They’re in Miami. I want my panties delivered to the state troopers sent to arrest them. They must all smell them before they head south.”
“Of course, Ms. Pearce,” he said. “Hawke, get Captain Donovan in here. I want his best team here within the hour to be briefed.”
I smiled. “Now, you have a daughter who is eighteen, yes?”
“I do,” he said.
“Is she home? I could use some tight, barely legal cunt on my dick.” I smiled. “And if you get me Sasha Ford before the day is out, you can fuck her, too. How does that sound?”
“Like I need to get my daughter,” he said with a big grin.
My futa-cock throbbed so hard. I leaned back in the chair, so thrilled that I could make all of Mildred’s dreams come true.
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Sasha Ford
I stared out at the infamous South Beach, my futa-dick throbbing in my bikini bottoms. I wanted to start fucking all the hardbody beach babes. Just pounding them out on the sand. In the surf. I wanted them howling on my dick.