Irina Blackwell, Ch. 06

 

Chapter 6: Starting a Family

 

The dread is palpable, a thing I can’t seem to push away.

I chose this, didn’t I? I made a decision, and now I have to face the consequences. How could I be so fucking stupid as to think that Irina Blackwell, of all people, wouldn’t have some grand design in mind when she gave the choice to Maddie and I?

‘There’s nothing to worry over, honey,’ Irina says, patting my shoulder. ‘In the worst-case scenario, you’re just going to have to learn to enjoy my company. Would that really be so wrong?’

It might as well go in one ear and out the other, so difficult it is to process that notion. To consider this situation as anything other than an entirely hopeless failure of reasoning is to force myself to find the positives in a future whereby I, and Maddie, will inevitably succumb to Irina. Either that, or we hate our lives so badly that we throw them away. No more seventy-kay salary and likely the worst reference imaginable.

For all of Irina’s beauty, she’s terrible. And yet, undeniably, I know I can enjoy my time with her. It’s an awful realisation, but it’s an honest one. I can enjoy time with Irina because I have some perverse appreciation for her body, for the gorgeous glamour of this veritably Amazonian futanari.

God, I can’t believe how much sperm is in my stomach right now. And how much I enjoyed every filthy fucking mouthful.

All of that and for what? For Irina to just waltz on over to Maddie’s place and impregnate her? Please don’t make me watch, please don’t make me watch, please don’t make me watch…

Every twist and turn on the road, the most comfortable possible journey imaginable in the chauffeured Rolls Royce, is a thing of unwelcome agony. With every passing landmark, I’m aware that we’re that much closer to the end of things. Freedom, sacrificed. Victory, pushed out of view. Oh, I might end up in the lap of luxury, but I’ll end up on her lap, as well.

A fuck toy for a futanari fiend.

‘Please don’t fret, honey.’ Irina strokes my cheek, her fingers soft and delicate and yet might as well be wrapped in barbed wire. ‘You tried your hardest, but we’re just built differently. You’ve got a lovely cock, Theo, and such tasty little balls, but you have to be honest. You have to admit that you knew, before this started, where it would end.’

I tremble beneath her touch, gentle and warm though it may be. Words are beyond me for the moment, lost in the same way my gaze is, caught on the horizon and its unknowable contents. What if she’s right, and I did on some perverse level want this outcome? It’s difficult to ignore the possibility. Difficult to pretend that in some fashion, no matter what, I’ve got myself into a situation whereby I can spend time with Irina without for a moment blaming myself for enjoying her body.

Given that, going forwards, I’m going to be at its mercy.

‘I didn’t. I’d never want this.’

When she leans in, hot breath tickling my skin, humidity uncomfortably pleasant, a distressing lump of anxiousness solidifies like a purulent pearl in my throat. Her mouth is sweet. Her presence, in some awful sense, the farthest thing from unappealing.

‘I’m going to knock her up, Theo. She’s going to carry my child. Do you reckon you’ll love the taste of my semen all the more, when you can connect those dots in your head?’ Irina kisses my cheek, beginning with a peck and moving to something passionate, ending in a lick of my skin. I tremble throughout, stare right ahead, doing my utmost to stay what amounts to braindead, thoughtless. ‘This whole thing suits me perfectly, honey. Why should I use my womb to create a legacy for myself, when I can use someone else’s? And all the better if it puts you in your place.’

‘Please stop talking.’

She rubs my arm. ‘Oh, honey. Don’t shoot the messenger.’

‘How can you do this? How can you be so smug about it?’

Irina chuckles. ‘Theo, honey, you can’t even look at me. Why is that?’

God, she’s right. About this, about so many things. It’s vulgar to the extreme, but I can’t look at her. Not with a straight face. Not if I want to rebel, and resist, and refuse. One look at Irina, and I’m struck by her beauty. Struck by this powerful inability to truly despise her. Because as evil as she is, as fucked-up as I clearly am, I associate her with so much pleasure. So much wonderful lustiness.

‘Because I want to fuck you,’ I say, letting it just slip. No looking, of course. The words do enough. ‘I want to kiss you, and suck on your tits, and fuck them, and fuck you, in every hole. And be…be fucked by you, as well.’

It’s not that my resistance is fading, as such. I’d be lying, to say that my words are untrue. To pretend that when I behold this bronze-fleshed Amazonian, beautiful as she is terrible, I don’t have a powerful urge to do things to her. With her. But I’m exhausted. Completely exhausted today, and the filter is not where it should be.

‘Look at me, honey. Please.’

‘No.’

But Irina takes my jaw with the gentlest of grips, and for whatever reason, beneath her silken touch, I turn. Behold that dark beauty, so well made-up, eyes emerald explosions rimmed in Egyptian-styled mascara. And when she brings her lips against mine, I do nothing. Can do nothing. Perhaps, in some gruesome way, want to do nothing.

‘Mhm.’

Smooch. Smack.

Because Irina’s lips are wonderful, and her breath is sweet, and her spit is delicious. She effortlessly takes control, sticking her tongue inside my mouth, snogging me with fiery passion. Doing this awful thing and I should stop her and fight back, but I don’t. I just don’t.

And when Irina withdraws, a strand of glistening saliva links our lips. ‘We’re going to be a family, okay? I’m going to put a baby – or two! – in Mads. Everybody wins, Theo.’

She moves back into the kiss, but the chauffeur halts the car before our lips touch anew. I’m halfway going for it, all the worse. Irina winks at me, pecks my cheek, and gestures to the door. ‘Come on, honey. Let’s set that ball rolling.’

I don’t know why I go with her. I don’t know much, anymore. God, I wanted to kiss her, didn’t I? Wanted more than that. Just like I didn’t want the blowjobs to stop earlier. I’m captivated, in the worst of ways, by Irina Blackwell. A victim of her, yes, but now becoming some supplicant. Some obedient pet for her to command and direct.

Maddie’s not my girlfriend, as such. She’s a lot more than a friend, and I care dearly for her, light in this omnipresent darkness as she is, but…this is at once divine and disgusting. It should be the latter, only the latter, but it was obvious that something inside me is twisted that day Irina called while I was watching the footage.

The mental image of Irina Blackwell’s powerful strong-swimming sperm claiming Maddie’s eggs provokes a disturbing response in my loins. My cock aches, twitches, thickens to its full glory in a heartbeat. Irina obviously notices as we wait outside of Maddie’s flat, because she reaches down and gropes me.

‘You know this is right, honey. I take, Theo. I take what I want, and you? You’re taken. It’s just how things are. What I’m doing here? I’m doing it for us. Doing it for you.’

‘How can you…how can you be so–ugh–deluded?’

I groan, because her hand knows just how to please. For someone so set on being worshipped, she can return the favour effortlessly. Her fingers grip and stroke, tugging at my captive length, urging me into the realms of pleasure while my thoughts are gridlocked by pain.

‘Deluded? Me?’ Irina chuckles. ‘Honey, I’m setting you free. Look at this’ – she says, patting my cock – ‘and look at me. You’re handsome, but you’re hardly some stud. Mads is going to give her womb to me now, and you’re going to stay childless. Unless you think you can convince someone to join in our little mess, and somehow have them choose your seed over mine.’

You’re going to stay childless. That assertion makes my head spin, causes the world to seem unreasonably evil. Irina being the least of it, given that the universe surely didn’t need her to exist. A mosquito, a tick, something unwanted. Mads is going to give her womb to me, now.

I choke back a word, some protest, when Maddie opens the door. Beautiful as ever, her cheeks are flush, perhaps more so than mine. Red as sin, at odds with her pretty blue eyes. Pale perfection, bouncy blonde curls. Her lingerie leaves little hidden, pert D-cup breasts exposed by the thin veneer of semi-opaque fabric. Between her thighs is already a slickness, wet in anticipation of what’s to happen. Without words, her expression says plenty.

But mostly, it apologises. Apologises for her own excitement.

‘I didn’t expect you to be here, Theo?’

‘Oh, he’s vital,’ Irina says, smiling serenely. She moves, leading me by my cock. ‘Let’s go to your lounge, Mads. To begin, at least.’

‘The lounge?’ Maddie says as we go past her. She shuts the door, locks it. ‘But Irina–’

As we walk into the living room of the small flat, with its TV on one side and a big sofa facing it, Irina says, ‘I’d quite like a blowjob, first. I’ve had several today – back-to-back – but a warm-up load wouldn’t go amiss.’

That purulent pearl in my throat returns, or perhaps it had never truly left. Irina sits herself down, bringing me along with her. Maddie hovers beside me, at the arm of the sofa, going so far as to put a futilely reassuring hand on my shoulder. To soothe me, as if something so wonderful would be possible.

It’s too far gone. This is too far gone. The both of us are deer caught in headlights, watching as Irina Blackwell pulls up her skirt and frees her half-erect length. A big bronze beast, beautiful yet dangerous, so familiar to me now. No less vigorous than ever, as if all my efforts today were for nought.

‘But Irina…’

‘The way this is looking,’ our boss says, ‘suggests that I’m going to be receiving double blowjobs on the regular. There’s no need to be shy, Mads. Just do what you’ve done so very many times before, and do it with that same degree of slutty aplomb that I find so enchanting.’

Irina smiles at me, sickly-sweet. A gruesome look, in all truth, because it represents something profoundly unpleasant. Her dominance, her victory, her ability to get what she wants. To take what she wants, as she suggested she does.

And Maddie, sweet as I know she can be, hesitates. Her hand stays put, locked against me, the urge to reassure momentarily – I know, in my heart of hearts, that it’s only a flash in the pan of a thing – that she’s with me. That she’ll protect me. That she’ll be kind and not cruel.

But all that does is make her absence colder when she moves. When she leaves me behind and walks around to the front, to drop onto her knees before Irina Blackwell. Before the cock that, in no time at all, is likely to plant a child inside of her uterus. To claim her body in the most profoundly perverse of fashions.

‘Good girl,’ Irina says, brushing a finger through those curls of gold. ‘Mummy’s good girl, aren’t you?’

Maddie’s cheeks might as well be tomatoes. ‘You said you’d never–’

‘It’s what Theo calls me as well, baby girl. He won’t judge you for it. Neither should judge the other, cum-hungry little cretins as you both are.’ Irina chuckles sweetly. ‘You’re both safe here, with me. Where you belong. A pair of submissive dutiful sluts.’

Mads gives me a look, but for what purpose? Seeking permission? Wanting approval? Simply desiring to know the truth? Whatever my nod represents, weak and sheepish as it is, it passingly resolves her concerns. The pretty blonde delicately takes up Irina’s length with her small shapely hands, the contrast in colour and vulgarity obvious.

‘Look at me, Maddie,’ Irina says, and those blue eyes swivel up to meet her greens. ‘Good girl. You’ve done this countless times, and today’s no different. Suck out my sperm, honey. Give your body a taste of what’s soon to claim it.’

It’s hard to notice any particular change on Maddie’s face, because her blush is so overbearing. She keeps a straight expression, despite the redness. Her hands, if anything, tell the truth. The way they grip our boss’s big cock, the way they seem to know it without her eyes following their movements, admit what Mads is so frightened of hinting at.

That while she may prefer me, as a matter of heart and soul, her body prefers Irina. The animal part chooses the superior specimen, and the futanari is better than me in all the ways that matter right now.

Fap, fap, fap, schl-fap.

Irina’s loose foreskin shifts meatily beneath Maddie’s ministrations, those hands working hard to pleasure her. There’s a faint note of wetness to the noise, a result of the glistening precum that’s already leaking out of our boss’s cock. Rapidly the sensual shape grows to its full size and all I can do is watch, powerless, knowing that this has to happen. Knowing that this is in some filthy sense my fate.

I shiver as Irina reaches for my lap, more so to realise that I’m stupidly hard, my perfectly decent cock simply seeming so small in comparison to the Amazonian futanari’s.

‘It’s natural that Mads wants me, Theo,’ Irina says, effortlessly using one hand to take my erection out. ‘Oh, she’s sweet on you, certainly adores you, but–mhm–it’s clear what she needs. What you can’t provide her.’

Maddie’s eyes grow wet as she continues to tug and milk, urging back the foreskin of the big bronze beast. As the dark purple crown comes into view her whole body trembles, and her pretty blue eyes become thoroughly transfixed by the overpowering urge to gaze upon the exposed helmet.

My boss smiles at me, one hand on my cock and the other atop Maddie’s head in a proprietary fashion. Irina Blackwell is somehow at her most beautiful when she’s at her most vulgar, those gemstone eyes sparkling and her mouth a thing of grave gorgeousness.

‘Theo, what she says isn’t–’

But Mads is cut off, that hand so delicately placed suddenly acting with driving determination. Midsentence Irina’s cock pushes into the pretty blonde’s mouth, both silencing her and provoking another low tremble through her lovely shape.

‘Mhm. Mumph.’

Schlup. Schlurp.

And immediately, as if on instinct, Maddie begins to suckle. It begins with just her cheeks, pulling taut around that fat bell-end, but then she’s bobbing her head and looking ever so guilty and yet ever so pleased to be tasting that thing I know to be pleasant, to be sucking on that thing I know is so unfathomably enjoyable to suck upon.

‘Ugh. She’s a good girl, isn’t she?’ Irina smirks at me, using that hand to tug on me, playfully and mockingly. ‘She’s of that age, honey. Ripe for breeding.’ Our boss looks at Mads, who quivers, sucking away with shameful enthusiasm. ‘Isn’t that right, honey? Today’s a special day, isn’t it? The day you become–mhm–a mother.’

Schlup. Schlack. Slurp.

‘Mumph. Mhm.’

Mads is really sucking Irina’s cock, right in front of me. The sexual stench of dicks rises up, mine and my boss’s both, hers the more potent flavour. And it should be so wrong, to the point of vomit and disgust and anger, but I can’t stop staring. Can’t take my eyes off of the terrible vista forced upon me.

My knees quiver, because there’s the makings of an orgasm approaching, despite the wrongness of it all. Irina’s touch is sublime, the scene before me awful and yet deeply alluring, the sounds and smells and sights of it at once disgusting and delicious.

She might suck my cock with more affection, but she sucks Irina’s with more enthusiasm.

Schlap. Schlurp.

It’s in the eagerness. The way she moves her mouth and hands with synchronicity, instincts instilling her with a sense of urgency to pleasure this erect penis, to tend to it, to make it spill its virile volume of creamy semen.

‘Mhm.’

And when Mads moans, eyelids fluttering, I’m struck by the strangest kind of jealousy. That same manner as hit me before, when I was watching the recording. This perverse lust to both be Irina and to be Maddie, to suck and be sucked. My infatuation with both of these women, light and darkness at opposite ends of the spectrum, creates the strangest of interests.

‘I’m doing this–ugh–for you, Theo. Teaching you a thing or two about–mhm–what’s to come. What the future holds. Though I do hope that going forwards, both of you will be down there, nursing on your Mummy.’

Maddie’s hands create such motion as they work, making my own pleasure wholly forgettable. Irina’s big bronze balls, bloated despite having been milked of countless billions of her strong-swimming futanari sperm, swing pendulously as the cock they sit beneath is stroked eagerly by pretty young fingers. Her loins pulsate and shudder, brewing up yet another batch of baby batter, doubtless every bit as thick as the last.

Perhaps more so now, given that her body must be passingly aware that it’s here to breed, to lay claim to a fertile womb. It recalls something I learned in biology once upon a time, about semen containing more sperm during actual intercourse.

It provokes a shiver, gruesome as the notion is, but not the bad kind. The kind that, filthy as I am, makes my cock ache all the more beneath her generous grip.

‘Guh. Fuck.’ I gasp, groan. I shouldn’t be enjoying this, shouldn’t be so turned on, and yet I can’t stop staring. Can’t stop marvelling at the sight of Maddie’s enjoyment. ‘Irina…’

‘What, honey? What do you want Mummy to do?’

‘J-ust get on with it. Get this over with. Ughn.’

She chuckles, goes so far as to lean in and kiss my cheek. ‘Why would I rush something so beautiful, honey? Don’t you want to compare loads? Don’t you want to see the difference between–mhm–you and me?’

I don’t, but I do. I am twisted, bent out of shape, vulnerable here. Exposed both in terms of heart, for wanting Maddie and hating Irina, but also in matters of lust and depravity, for finding both beautiful and enticing and on some bedrock-level of rottenness enjoying the show.

Schlup. Slurp.

The sounds of Mads, sucking away on Irina’s big bad dick, are the most sordid of sonority. A dire orchestra, and yet the beauty is still there. There is gold beneath the filth. More so, to see her lips pretty and pink and slick with spit and precum. More so, to watch as her cheeks suck in around the huge helmet that is so fat and fearsome. More so, to see her head bob and know that she’s tasting our boss, tasting precum, working for semen, and soon to taste sperm.

To taste the genes that might well mingle with her own, and create a new life.

‘Ughn. F-uck.’

What depths I’ve sunk to, that this thought causes me to burst. To ejaculate all over Irina’s slowly working hand, white against her duskiness, a perfectly potent load of sticky ropes and creamy strings, but something I know will be a shadow compared to what is going to end up in Maddie’s mouth.

‘Good boy,’ Irina says, chuckling softly. ‘Mummy’s good, good boy. Let it all out. Mhm.’

Schl-fap. Schlurp. Schl-fap. Schlap.

All I can do is stare, trembling as my cum spurts and dribbles forth, some small volcano compared to the Vesuvius of Irina Blackwell’s loins. Maddie glances at me in passing, eyes more aroused than apologetic. This whole thing is vulgar, for both of us. For all parties.

Three perverts, of different sorts.

‘It’ll be a little while yet, honey.’ My boss kisses my cheek, keeps hold of my shivering shaft, paying no heed to the mess on her hand. ‘Some of us have a little thing called stamina.’

Schlap. Schlack.

The wet noises of Maddie’s efforts, her lovely lips working their tight grip to milk out a prodigious payload, are that much fouler as clarity sets into my post-climax mind. What was hot, but wrong, is now just wrong. Just evil, twisted, monstrous.

For a little while, at least. For a little while, until the ruinous parts of my psyche poke and prod and say: “Isn’t this right, Theo? You can’t compete, and isn’t it hot? Isn’t there something sexy in capitulating, in being lesser, in being humiliated?”

God, I’m gruesome. And yet I become hard again in Irina’s hand, and she casually begins to stroke me anew, though her attention is now solely on Maddie. And Maddie’s is solely on her, their eyes locked, some dance of minds, one submitting to the other in some primal passion, a noxious natural order.

I’m just here, some third wheel, irrelevant. Here watching, as each relishes the other.

‘Mhm. Mumph.’

Schlip. Schlop.

‘Dirty little size-queen,’ Irina says, playing with the blonde’s ringlets. ‘I’m your goddess, aren’t I? And this is how you worship me.’

‘Mhm-hm.’

Our boss chuckles, her sickle-smile a thing of sadistic sexiness. ‘Two natural cocksuckers. Lucky me.’ She shivers, knees trembling faintly. Irina relaxes back into the sofa, stroking me all the same. ‘I do so love an eager blowjob.’

Fap, schlick-fap. Fap, schlick-fap. The squelchy load, splattering my dick, makes the sound all the worse. Fap, schlick-fap. Fap, schlick-fap.

‘Ugh. Go on, Mads. Work for Mummy’s milk. That’s a good girl.’

Maddie starts to increase her pace, seeming to wholly forget me. The way she sucks and slurps, the rapid tugging of those hands, and the manner in which she stares up at our boss to the exclusion of myself creates an unpleasant feeling of invisibility. I’m not really here, merely a watcher, second to the lurid love affair between the pretty blonde’s mouth and the futanari’s fat cock.

And the most gruesome fact of it all is that, before long, I’m going to cum again. It’s already building up, already forming tensely behind my groin. I’ll cum twice, from just a lazy handjob, delivered by my enchantingly evil boss, before Irina Blackwell herself does the once from this passionate and practised blowjob.

‘Ughn. Shit.’

When I whine, writhe, nobody notices me. Mads is gazing lustily at Irina, and Irina is smirking down with utmost pride. And this fact, so sordid, should make the whole thing easier to hate and reject, should soften my cock and empower me to hold on, to have hope, but there’s none, and I can’t. God, it turns me on too much. All of this, any of it.

Schlurp. ‘Mhm.’ Slurp. ‘Mumph.’ Schlap.

‘Aah. Good girl. Milk me, honey. Give your body a good taste of my strong genes.’

Those words, from that voice, only make me wince and shudder all the worse. The sounds, the eagerness, the sloppiness…what’s wrong with me?

I’d think it some saving grace that Maddie’s not quite going as all in as she sometimes does with me, taking the entirety of my length down her throat. As she sometimes does with Irina, in those endless videos, deepthroating like a pro.

But then it makes sense why she’s keeping the helmet in her mouth, for the most part.

She wants to taste Irina Blackwell’s semen before they mate. Before they breed.

‘Ughn. Fuck.’

A second orgasm hits me, evil thought proving exciting. Mads can’t look away, can’t stop sucking, can’t help herself. She wants Irina, wants to taste Irina, wants to slather her tongue in the thick virile seed of our boss, the same thick virile seed that’s going to impregnate her today.

Will it even matter, to have chosen a less fertile day?

Fuck, judging by the way she’s behaving, did she even do that?!

‘Guh. Oh.’

And Irina keeps stroking me, keeps milking me, effortless and lazy and without paying me any notice. She must feel me shiver, must notice the extra deposit of spooge upon her fingers and the back of her hand, must hear my whines and groans, but pays me no notice.

It’s all timed perfectly, of course. Right as the post-orgasmic clarity and with it, the self-disgust, hits its peak.

‘Flatten your tongue, honey,’ Irina says, knees quivering. ‘Catch it. Swallow as little as–mhm–you can manage.’

Maddie’s eyes actually glisten as she angles her mouth just so, cheeks reddening that much more, filthy hunger ripe and terrible on her cocksucking face.

‘Ughn. Good girl. Aahn.’

I can practically picture it, with each and every pulse that courses through Irina’s cock. Every shudder and convulsion that rocks her beautiful body. She’s ejaculating, and Mads lets out these sweet little moans, expressions of eagerness and satisfaction, happily tasting the virile viscous fruits of her labour.

‘Mhm. Mhm-hm.’

The dominant futanari plays with the pretty blonde’s hair as she loads her mouth, producing billions of strong-swimming sperm from those big beautiful balls, shooting them straight across Maddie’s tastebuds. Thick ropes and juicy strings, claiming a mouth, asserting control, taking what is – I struggle now to deny – rightfully Irina’s.

‘Ugh. That’s it, Mads. Good girl. Mhm. Keep sucking. Let me feed you.’ Irina groans, muscles straining and relaxing, doubtless releasing a truly tremendous quantity of thick futanari jism. ‘It’s important to g-et your body acquainted with my genes, honey. We’re going to have a beautiful family.’ Our baleful boss, at this moment, winks at me. ‘All three of us.’

Mads doesn’t even look guilty, following Irina’s gaze for that moment. Pleading, almost. “How can you blame me? It’s so good! She’s so hung and her seed is such high quality!”

And I’m struck by that awful thought again. That perverse knowledge that I share with Maddie, that awareness of how difficult it is to deny some salacious sense to it all.

Imagine how good her loads will taste, knowing that they put a bun in Maddie’s oven?

What if this is right, after all? What if this is just how it has to be? It’s not like I’m going to be excluded, after all. Not how Irina phrases it, not her talk of us being a family. Not her constant admittances of wanting me the most, doing this for me, so much orbiting me.

Maddie’s throat pulls me away from the lurid possibility, bobbing slightly as our boss’s sperm – too much, of course, for that sweet small mouth – descend past her tonsils, swim into her belly. But maybe that’s right, too. I can’t compete with Irina. The way Mads moves her mouth, chewing and savouring that sordid salty sticky richness, tangy and distinctly carnal in content, aligns perfectly with my understanding.

It's really, really good stuff, what that beautiful Amazonian body produces.

‘Mhm. Mumph.’

Schlup. Slurp.

Irina groans. ‘It’s clear how badly she wants me, Theo. Are you really going to–ughn–deny Mads the honour of bearing my children?’

‘But…the d-eal…’

‘Wouldn’t it sting less to just give in, honey?’ She turns to me, smiling sinfully. All pride, alluring arrogance. ‘I’ll take her reproductive organs, you take her arse. We’ll share her mouth. And all of your holes, of course, will belong to me.’

Maddie, in the background of this, keeps sucking and savouring. Clearly chewing, swirling the thick spooge around in her mouth, relishing the powerful flavour of our boss’s sperm, wriggling about across her tastebuds. Our words mean little, cum-crazed as she is, lavishing in the lurid luxury of Irina Blackwell’s loins.

‘No. The deal stands. I’m not going to give up.’ I shake my head, empowered by something feeble yet fighty, a shard of my former sense of self. ‘Today’s the last day you have sex with Maddie.’

Irina pulls a face, some sarcastic sadness. ‘Oh, honey.’ She gives my cock a squeeze, and sets those evil emeralds upon Maddie. ‘Mads, honey, what’s so special about today?’

It’s like someone’s run ice cubes against the vertebrae of my spine. The look there, the way the pretty blonde is torn straight out of her sperm-fetish and back into the room, is one of the most egregious guilt. Maddie’s movements fall to a standstill. Her throat bobs faintly, but Irina pats her head.

‘Don’t rush, honey. Mummy will explain.’ Our boss turns to me, finally releasing my cock. Her cum-creamed hand glistens, and she smiles at it, idly turning her fingers this way and that. ‘Mads is a good little girl, Theo. And she couldn’t help but tell the truth. About your little plan to work by her cycle, to put me in a position that even my virile swimmers might struggle to get me out of.’

As she speaks, she plays with Maddie’s hair and the pretty blonde trembles, faintly churning and chewing, continuing to savour Irina’s seed.

‘We decided on a better day, honey. Her most fertile day. The day that the three of us – with a fourth, and perhaps even a fifth – become a real family.’ Irina lifts her spooge-soaked hand up to me, and it’s fucking rotten that I know what’s expected. ‘A million a year and my big house you can have, but it doesn’t have to exclude me, does it? I’ll shower the both of my sweet sluts with all the money in the world, everything you could ever want, so long as you accept how this has to go.’

Irina slides her hand down Maddie’s cheek, stroking away, and cups her jaw. With a slight upwards tilting of her skull, an unspoken command, the pretty blonde draws back from the futanari’s cock and shows me what’s going on inside that suck-slut of a mouth.

A mess of white, ropes and strings, connecting everything. A tongue that is practically smothered in the thick baby-making cream, which can hardly sit still. A quantity of jism that I can’t produce with ten loads, let alone two. The hand before me, and my own sodden crotch, ensure that I can’t pretend otherwise.

‘Do you see, Theo? Do you understand?’ She twists her hand this way and that, gooiness glistening. ‘In a few moments, I’m going to be in the bedroom with Mads, and I’m very excited to put a bun in that oven. You can either sit out here – but not before licking that muck off of my hand, you naughty boy – and adhere to the deal as it stands, or you can come in with me, and we can enjoy her body together. As a family.’

‘Meaning what…Mummy?’

Irina licks her lips. ‘Meaning you take her nice little bubble butt, and I’ll sow my seed. And Mads’ – she takes her hand away, hovering it halfway between myself and the kneeling beauty – ‘can handle the mess you made. But I will be trying every day, if you choose the latter option. Think quickly, Theo. Mummy is quite eager to become a daddy.’

Two paths, and neither is great. Each is a thing of darkness, though one…one is kinder?

I want Maddie for myself, but clearly that’s not happening. For all of her affection for me, her lust is a thing untameable. Her reasoning is so sordid, yet difficult to fault. We get the money, we get the house, and we get to belong to Irina as well. We get mind-blowing sex with each other, and with her. But we lose out on being free, me more so than her, though it’s hardly like in an ideal world she’d choose to have Irina’s babies.

Or I sit out here and listen, likely see a video at some point, and pretend that somehow there’s a way out of this that doesn’t involve me – again – swallowing my pride and Irina’s. The added insult of licking my cooling cum off of her hand, as if to proclaim that it’s unfit for consumption, even by the seed-slurping slut that is Maddie. And of course, I still have to adhere to the deal, or else lose my job.

God, would it be so bad for her to win?

My legs are shaky as I stand. Irina smirks all throughout, almost predatory as I roughly thrust my semi-erect cock, groin all slathered with spooge, in Maddie’s direction. ‘Clean me up,’ I say, voice surprisingly clear. ‘You win, Mummy. I’d rather be part of this than excluded. I’ll take Mads’s arse.’

And as Maddie hungrily begins washing me with her tongue and mouth, uncaring for the degradation of the deed, her eyes alight with erotic excitement, Irina grins at me. Ear to fucking ear. Beautiful and terrible.

‘Good boy, Theo. I knew you’d come around.’

 

It’s unreal, to watch them get into position. Unreal but, unlike the blowjob, not so inhospitable. Not so exclusionary.

As Irina lays on her back, on that bed I’ve shared countless times with Maddie alone, she smiles at me, huge heavy cock pointing towards the ceiling, big bloated balls dangling about between her thick thighs. And Mads follows her eyes, smiling as well, though the look is a mess of concerns where our boss wields nothing short of stiletto-sharp certainty.

‘Come, Theo,’ Maddie says, reaching for me. ‘Let’s…let’s enjoy this.’

There’s a low grunt, shared between the pair, as Irina thrusts up inside of Mads. I’m all tingly, all trembling, to view that perfect pink pussy stuffed with such a dark dangerous dick. Tight lips spread wide for the entrance of that fat helmet, the whole thing sliding in so easily because the pretty blonde is soaking wet.

The bed begins to shift, springs quaking, as Irina takes hold of Maddie’s hips and begins to pump her prodigious prick up into that fertile place between her lovely pale thighs. And I can still turn back, still reject this, still reclaim some pride but I just don’t know if I have it in me. Just don’t know if I want to.

There’s lube in one of the drawers, though we’ve never done anal. Preparedness, I suppose, or maybe Irina’s doing, but I never gave it a second thought before. I lift it out and marvel at that sight, beautiful bodies quaking together, Maddie’s pert bubble-butt bouncy and jiggling as Irina’s immense balls swing up and down against it, up and down against where my own cock and balls will soon be if I go down this path.

Thwap. Thwup. Thwap.

And I crack the bottle, because why not? Isn’t this better, after all? To not be excluded, to not lose my job, to not fade from view. It doesn’t make it right, doesn’t make me proud, but it’s not like I’m losing completely.

Just losing to Irina Blackwell. Just submitting, in a sense, to her will.

And to her big bronze cock, and her clear and unmistakeable potency.

‘Aah. M-ummy,’ Mads says, squealing as she’s taken. As that powerful prick drives closer and closer to the ultimate prize of conception. A certainty, perhaps, given Maddie’s trick. ‘S-o big, Mummy. You’re so f-ucking big!’

Should I be angrier? Am I angry at all? Just exhausted?

Maddie’s jiggling butt is hardly a grim fate. So what if I never get to use her pussy again? So what if it belongs to our boss? All those men out there who crave their girlfriend’s arses seem to think there’s something special about the whole idea, so why can’t I be one of them?

Well, I suppose they’re not excluded from the other hole.

‘Good girl,’ Irina says. ‘Mummy’s good, good girl.’ Her lovely hands, coiled around Maddie’s hips, are fiendish in the circumstances. Sharp purple-painted nails and perfect skin, things that should be beautiful and yet present a devilish vibe. Irina Blackwell in a nutshell. ‘Mummy’s good and–ugh–fertile girl.’

God, just the word makes my cock twitch. Be it today or be it another, I know I’m going to see an impregnation. It won’t be me with Maddie, this girl I ended up in this strange scenario with, and somehow that’s upsetting and enticing all in one.

Some perverse humiliated loser in me who finds the idea of being, in some crucial sense cuckolded, somehow weirdly erotic.

‘Mhm. Y-es, Mummy! Y-es!’

I almost fall over stepping onto the bed. Lose my balance because of the tremors of such forceful fucking. Schlick-thwap-schlick-thwap-schlick. For a long moment I’m simply mesmerised, struck dumb by the sight of such powerful penetration, the hugely hung futanari ploughing into the pretty blonde with ravishing ruthlessness.

And Mads takes it so well, for her petiteness, for the sheer size of Irina. Practised, I suppose, but…it’s such a strangely exciting scene.

Schlick-thwap-schlick-thwap-schlick.

I almost forget what I’m doing until the lube begins to leak, at which point I straighten my head up and accept the lesser of two evils. Humiliation in this manner is better than complete neglect, right? A complete loss of all that I’ve struggled through to obtain.

To be raped by Irina, to be bound to her, to accept that carnal contract in return for a good job and a future. I can’t.

I just can’t throw it away.

‘Ooh.’ What a weird relief, that Mads turns and smiles at me, all red and bright and bubbly, bouncing away atop that fat futa fuck-stick, right at the moment I begin pouring the cool lube into her pretty plump crack. ‘Go o-n, Theo. It’s for y-ou.’

‘Ugh. Do it, honey,’ Irina says, slamming away. Schlick-thwap. ‘Let’s start a family.’

I shut my eyes and take the leap. Let go just that much and the evil flows in, the corruption and corrosion of my soul. Because God, I don’t hate this. I want to so badly, want to despise it, every inch, but I just don’t.

I just can’t.

‘Guh. Fuck, Mads.’

And she’s so fucking tight, when I push into her pretty pink arsehole. The bouncing blonde squeezes her fat cheeks down around my shaft as I slide into her, as I take hold of her hips above Irina for stability. And our boss puts her hands atop mine, slides my grip down a bit, and this fantastically filthy union begins in earnest.

‘Good boy,’ Irina says, squeezing my hands. Silken soft, devilishly dominant. ‘Mummy’s good boy and Mummy’s good girl. Ugh. Everyone in their rightful place.’

I’m struck by paired and perverse pleasures. Maddie’s arse is sublimely sucking, her sphincter squeezing around my shaft with intense abandon. Her innards are lustrous, extremely warm, slick with lube and so very pleasant. Made interestingly illicit and intense by the fact that, of course, I’m not alone.

‘Oh, fuck.’

As Irina thrusts, I almost fall forwards, putting too much weight onto Maddie. That big brutal cock rises and falls, rises and falls. The membranes are thin inside of the pretty blonde, the degree of separation so minor that she’s not just fucking Mads but, in some sense, grinding against my dick as well.

Schlick-thwap. Schlick-thwap. Schlick-thwap.

Not starting, of course, on the way that our boss’s big bronze balls keep swinging up and against my own, slapping away, splattered with squirt and likely residual slobber from when Mads was giving Irina one hell of a blowjob.

‘God I’m so f-ull,’ the pretty blonde says, almost squealing. She turns to me and slings an arm behind her head, our momentary proximity giving her a good purchase on the back of my neck. ‘Theo…’

I can’t relax and yet I want to so badly. Why can’t I just surrender to the salacious sweetness of it, welcome the wrongness? Her lips are so pretty, even if her mouth stinks of the richly musky spooge and dick juices of our futanari boss. Those blue eyes are so bright, so affectionate, wet with lust as well.

Somehow it just…happens.

‘Good boy. Good girl. So good. Mhm. Mummy’s so proud.’

I manage to slip a hand away from Irina and go up to cup Maddie’s tits, to lean into her face and the eager kiss. Smooch. Smack. Tasting her spit, but mostly Irina. Mostly futanari cream and precum and I don’t care, I fucking love it. Smooch. Smack.

‘Mhm. Mhm-hm.’

Our moans mingle as our bodies press together, a hot trinity of the most unfathomable perversion. I thrust and thrust and thrust but Irina is faster and fiercer, her cock milking mine with every passing moment, prompting Mads to squirt and shiver.

Schlick-thwap. Schlick-thwap. Schlick-thwap.

And her balls, so big and bouncy, just won’t stop pummelling mine. It’s actually good, actually incredible. To feel that fat dick inside of Mads and to be sucked on by her beautiful bum, to play with her handful D-cup tits and snog her passionately while our boss does her thing, working to make this final and forever.

Working to put a baby inside of Maddie’s young and fertile womb.

‘Mhm. Mhaah.’

Irina chuckles. ‘Is this so–ooh–wrong, Theo? Is it so wrong for things to go my way?’

I pause my part of the kissing, and Maddie, struck by the severity of her continued back-to-back orgasms, pulls away completely to grit her teeth and while, producing meaningless moans and cries.

It really is about me, isn’t it? Even as Irina fucks, even as she masterfully massages the pretty blonde’s perfect pussy, her emerald eyes envelope me in a fashion that suggests no end of hunger. No end of desire.

‘Why am I so–ugh–special?’

She strokes my captive hand, plays with my fingers. ‘You’re my ideal man, honey. You’re young and handsome and submissive.’ She grins beautifully, ear to ear, a succubus queen in the flesh. ‘I’m about to–aah–knock up your girlfriend, and you’re happy. I see it in your face. You love this, honey. You want this.’

‘I…’

‘Mhm. Theo. Mummy.’

I have to bite down on my lip, add some flash of pain, or else Maddie’s intensity is going to end things. As slow as my thrusts are, as much as I’m trying my utmost to hold on, the combined pleasure of it all is too much. A parade of perfect penis-pleasing. Better than anything else, this peculiar mixture of vice-like backside and monstrous member mere inches away through the heat and the lustrousness.

‘Tell me, honey,’ Irina says. ‘Tell me you want this. Tell me you want me to put my sperm inside her womb. Tell me you–ughn–want Mads to bear my children.’

‘I...I don’t…’

‘Aah. Fuck. Theo, y-ou must. You sh-ould!’

Sweat and sweetness, heat and humidity. My head racing, the world turned upside down. Can I possibly entertain such an outcome, and actively desire it? Can I want this wicked woman’s victory, even if it means my ultimate defeat? How can I be so pathetic as to desire such an inescapable end?

But–

‘Together,’ Maddie says, tightly grabbing my neck again. ‘Us. All of us. Family. Mhm.’

Schlick-thwap. Schlick-thwap. Schlick-thwap.

A big house and lots of sex. No kids for myself, but plenty for Maddie and Irina, I’m sure. The admittance, however vile, of the futanari’s first-rate superiority, her seminal quality, her ascendence and my descent. The never-ending taste of Irina Blackwell’s virile ejaculate on my tongue, the sensation of her up inside my bum, the humiliating heat of her quick tongue and sharp words. Calling her Mummy, all the time. Succumbing, and losing myself, and being tantamount to her property. Having passing access to Maddie, but mostly being made accessible to Irina herself.

And Maddie’s belly, growing fatter and fatter with this futanari’s child or children, knowing that I’ll never have that privilege. That I’m fated to be childless, to have the right only to take Mads by her beautiful bubble-butt and never that pretty pink pussy.

‘Please get Mads–ugh–pregnant, Mummy.’

The words just come out. Irina, for the first time in my knowing her, actually looks surprised. As if she expected resistance, some fight, some last madcap effort to refuse. But no. No more running. If I am perverse and corrupt and corroded as a soul, it’s because of Irina Blackwell.

So fuck it all.

‘Honey, you mean it?’

I nod, and kiss at Maddie’s neck. ‘Please, Mummy. Do it. I mean it. Breed Mads. Her womb belongs to you.’

Mads turns halfway to me, nuzzles my forehead, kisses me. And then she turns back to Irina, grinning madly. ‘Do it, Mummy. Breed me. Breed your good girl. Mhm. Put a baby in me!’

‘Yes,’ Irina says, eyes wide, lust volcanic. ‘Yes, yes, yes!’

I climax instantly, the moment she hilts herself for the final time. Irina pulls Mads down upon her and in the process drags me along such that our genitals are all merged into some hot sloppy splattered mess. It feels honestly like the biggest load I’ve ever shot, but it’s nothing in the grand scheme of things.

‘Mhm. Yes!’ Maddie squeals. ‘God, it’s so fucking hot. Aah!’

My nuts succumb to Irina’s, superiority made clear. Those big bronze balls cuddle mine as they pulse and pump, releasing a certain conception in creamy sperm form. That big cock, inside of Maddie’s pussy, throbs and swells against mine, each of us captive within the pretty blonde’s tight body.

Rising and falling, Irina’s titanic testicles release spurt after spray of thick virile baby milk, resolving things once and for all. The pieces fall into their places, and I’ve said more than enough. All I can do now is just hold onto Maddie tightly, warm and snug, aware that it’s finished. Aware, in some fashion, that I’ve just witnessed an impregnation.

Aware that Mads is very much in the process of being bred. In some filthy sense, it’s beautiful.

My future, for the first time, is certain. And as wrong as it is, it’s weirdly liberating. Pulse. Throb. Squirt. Splatter. My boss’s – my Mummy’s – big beautiful dick erupting, ejaculating, sending forth sloshing wave after sloshing wave of rich healthy semen into the birth canal of the pretty blonde. Doubtless, given the grand trick, into her ovulating womb.

‘Mhm. Y-es. Fuck.’

I can’t make Maddie feel this way, not in a sexual fashion. Her shivering, shuddering, swaying dance atop Irina’s massive member is simply not in my capacity to give. Isn’t it fairer, this way? She gets the best of both worlds. My affection, and Irina’s cock. My love, and Irina’s lust. Mummy’s lust. Mummy’s cock.

I’m done long before Mummy, of course. I get to bask in the potentiating after-shock of her continued sensual spasming, her productive prick so thoroughly loading the pretty blonde’s perfect pussy that the thick white muck actually begins to slosh out, dripping merrily and messily around the base of Irina’s cock, slathering her big brown balls in pride.

‘Come,’ Mummy says softly, urging Maddie forwards. ‘Relax. We’ll rest up and go again. And again. And again.’

The two of them fall upon each other, Mads snuggling into the cushioning cleft of Irina’s 44K chest. And for a moment I’m excluded again, left out, my cock softening and some post-climax clarity dawning. Sadness, wrongness, and then…

‘Theo, honey,’ Irina says, gesturing. I spot her finger, follow it to the mess. Mads and her tight beautiful baby-hole, creamy and white, leaking such dense dick milk. Mummy’s fat futanari balls, and the hairy base of her prick, slathered in the stuff. ‘Let me know if it tastes better, now that I’ve won.’

I can’t believe it, but I do it. I drop down, accept my fate.

Only…only I miss Mads entirely. Tempting as it is to eat that creampie out of her cunt, I go straight to Mummy’s balls. Straight to the thick semen that drools across them, ropey and stringy.

With my hands sinking into Mummy’s thick thighs for support, I scoop my first taste of the future onto my tastebuds. Her semen is…it’s…is just…

‘Mhm. Mhm.’

I swallow, and shiver.

‘It’s delicious, Mummy. Your superior sperm is delicious. It tastes better than ever.’

And Irina rests a hand atop my head and pushes me down, firm yet gentle.

‘Good boy. Ugh. There’s plenty more where that came from.’