Sample from Futa Harem | 1. Bad Boys Get Punished
“Faster, slave!” Lola commanded. She gave their new playtoy, Ken, a snap of the thong. He yelped and scrubbed the floor as fast as humanly possible, keeping his worried eyes dutifully on the task at hand
“Yes, mistress!” he cried. The five futinari surrounding him giggled. Their long legs were all around him, keeping him trapped in Hard Times Mansion. Above, he could see their short skirts lifted up by their huge, throbbing cocks.
When Ken first came in, he thought they were normal women. Until their dicks started growing. He’d been horrified. Amazed. He’d never seen a man with size enough to rival them. Even the biggest, black pornstars would’ve been put to shame by these ladies.
Each had a dainty hand on her massive appendage, stroking. “Better hurry, slave boy, or we’ll cum all over the floor. Then you’ll have to clean it again!” Precum dripped from the women all around him. He whimpered. scrubbing faster. Felicity, an otherwise innocent looking blonde, teased his cock with her foot. She rubbed up and down his hardon through the tight little panties they made him wear. Her pretty little does slid down his tight balls, separating them pleasurably. If he wasn’t careful, he might cum too.
“Ah! Too late!” Lola screamed, stroking her huge, Asian futa cock rapidly. It throbbed above him.
“No!” But just as he opened his mouth to scream, Lola bust her nut all over his face.
It set off a chain reaction. All five of the gorgeous futa around him were cumming, grabbing each other’s cocks and sharing the pleasure. Their big balls were capable of creating waves of cum, and now they were busting all around him, splashing him, and soaking the floor he’d just cleaned.
“Ohh!” the futa were gasping, rocked by their orgasms. They swayed dizzily, their huge tits swaying with them. “Oh no, slave boy. Looks like you’re not done!” They giggled devilishly.
“Sorry, mistresses,” he said, hanging his head. “Forgive me.” Secretly, he wished they’d punish him. Roll him over in their cum and make him jerk himself off with their seed.
But the futa weren’t paying attention to him anymore. They’d strutted over to the kitchen window, leaning naked on the sink, looking out.
A car engine rumbled. It kicked up dirt as it came barreling down the empty desert road. New victims.
“Ladies!” Ken jumped at the voice. The futa women whirled around, standing dutifully at attention.
“Mistress!” Lola answered for them. Lady Em leaned sexily in the doorway, her long jasmine flower print robe handing open.