The Futa Pill: You Masturbate Your Cock Before Ms. Kato

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It's hard to say exactly why you're obeying Ms. Kato: maybe it's because you're futa-cock is out, maybe because you're growing horny beneath her scrutiny of your naked body, or maybe it's just the commanding tone in Ms. Kato's voice.

It's probably the last one. With a mix of the first two reasons thrown in.

You slide your hand up and down your futa-cock as she watches. You shiver at the pleasure racing down your cock. It feels delicious. A wild thrill to enjoy. Your hand pumps fast and hard, working up and down your shaft. Your cunt clenches as the pleasure ripples out through your body.

Your breasts quiver from the speed at which you're fisting your cock. Your whimpering, moaning. Pussy juices drip down your thighs and reach your nylons. They soak the tops of your stockings.

Ms. Kato smiles. Just a bit. At the corner of her lips.

That encourages you. She likes what she's seeing. Her hips are shifting. You shudder, staring at her across her desk. The pressure is building faster and faster. You whimper, reaching for that climax so fast. You don't know if that's normal—you've never had a dick before—but you're moments away from cumming already.

It's exciting being watched by her. Getting her approval. It's inspiring to you. You whimper, your body shaking. Your breasts are bouncing. Her dark, almond-shaped eyes watch you with such a hungry intensity.

“Oh, yes!” you groan. “I'm going to cum, Ms. Kato.”

She gives a slight, approving nod.

You erupt.

Your futa-dick explodes. A fountain of white, pearly cum arcs out and splashes on the surface of her desk. The pleasure slams through your body and into your mind. You shudder, pussy convulsing. More juices gush down your thighs, a flood of them. The sweet scent of your twat fills your nose.

You fist your cock faster. Your mind drinks in the bliss of your orgasm. Your toes curl in your stockings against the floor. You whimper, breasts heaving. Every eruption fills you with more bliss. You're brimming with it.

Ms. Kato's tongue flicks across her lips.

You sway as you fire the last spurt of jizz. It lands only a few inches on her desk from your cock, forming a spreading puddle of pearly cream across the smooth surface. The other lines reach across her desk. You wouldn't be surprised if you'd splattered her.

“Very good,” she praised, her smile larger. “Mmm, now clean it up.”

“Right, Ms. Kato,” you pant, buzzing from your orgasm. Your pussy is juicy and your cock aches in your hand.

You look around for something to wipe it up with, like Kleenexes, but you don't see anything obvious.

“What's wrong?” Ms. Kato says. “I ordered you to clean up your mess, futa.”

“I... Well... Do you have any tissue paper in your drawer?”

“Your tongue will suffice.”

You gasp, staring at your cum on her desk. The hunger seizes you. Maybe it's the fact she's so intimidating, or maybe it's the fact your buzzing from your orgasm, but you don't even think about it. You duck your head down and lick up your jizz, starting with that last spurt. The small, spreading puddle of your passion.

Your salty jizz melts across your tongue. It's incredible. You don't even mind that it's demeaning. You just want to lap up more of your cum. You lick forward, scooping up your jizz. Your breasts are soon pressing into the cool surface as you chase the line of your spunk further and further across the desk.

Your nipples throb. Tingles race down to your futa-cock. Your tits slide further across the desk as you drag your tongue up one long line of pearly spunk. The first you fired, you think. It's thickest. The flavor is delicious.

Ms. Kato watches you in silence the entire time. That makes this hotter. Your pussy juices leak down your thighs. Your futa-dick is eager to spurt more cum that you could lick up for the dominating, Japanese woman.

You flick up the last of the cum, almost sad that there's no more. You let it melt on your tongue, savoring the pleasure, before you lift yourself. Your round breasts jiggle as you search for any drops you missed.

You got it all.

“Well, futa, since you’ve been a good girl,” Ms. Kato purrs, “what do you think I’d rather enjoy more: me fucking you with a strap-on dildo, or being fucked by your futa-cock?”

You shiver. Not sure what you think is the right answer. Which one she'd want. To be fucked by your futa-cock, or for her to use a strap-on dildo on you? You'll have to guess.

Which do you choose?

Do you think Ms. Kato would rather be fucked by you?  

Do you think Ms. Kato would rather fuck you with a strap-on?

Note: Sorry for this being a day late. It just slipped my mind yesterday!