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Father took my hand in his, and brought it to his lips. He kissed my ringed fingers, and whispered, “Long live the queen.” End of Part Three The World's First Futa – Futa's Naughty Jobs Chapter Two: Futa's First Naughty Reality Show By mypenname3000 Copyright 2018 April 17th, 2047 “You don't make it sound like your time on Living with the Futa was all that much fun,” Adelia said as she interviewed me. It was a threesome long one. We had been going for a few hours as I relived the roller-coaster fun of my life as the world's first futa. “I thought it would be,” I said. “I really did. Me living in a house with four girls, getting to know them, making love to the same women over and over instead indian of just fucking four or five strangers a day, promised something new. It was a break from all the meaningless, if amazing, sex. I was feeling restless. I was, what, twenty-nine. I hoped I would find true love on the show. I really, really did. I wanted it to work, but the producer...” “Oh, was there drama behind the scenes as well as on the screen?” asked Adelia, her interviewer senses sniffing an exciting story. “You have no idea,” I said, leaning back. “That's what they wanted. Drama. Ratings. I swear they cast girls who would butt heads with each other and drive me nuts.” “So not the best people?” asked Adelia. “They were all 'personalities,' to put it... politically. All except Rosalía, and she was a wilting flower put on the show to be bullied, or that's my theory.” I sighed. “It was going great for the first couple of days and then it all blew up...” August 20th, 2028 Before becoming a futanari, when I had more time to watch TV, I was a big fan of reality shows. Whether it group sex was American Idol, the Bachelorette, or even Top Chef, I watched them all. They always did these interview segments, what I had learned in the last few days was called a talking head segment. I just don't recall the interviewer, in this case the producer Shanelle, impaling her pussy on the interviewee's (that would be me) cock. I had changed the world. “Ready for your first day sweetie?” My mom asked. To be continued... My pussy grew hotter. I laid my body atop hers and took a nipple into threesome my mouth, drawing her delectable flesh between my lips, feeling her soft breast stretch and deform from the suction. or perhaps it should be called Not that it wouldn't be available to me. Before leaving the abandoned indian building I'd moved into during the day. "Open" he commanded, and the slurping and gagging sounds continued. Her failed try to break that group sex mirror last night had proven that she was utterly helpless to resist the ghost directly. Swimming with Ben in was quite good as well, for some reason I expected to not feel the balls whilst swimming, but I did, and it was nice. Ephus appeared above the water off shore of Greece, as good a place to start as any. I looked into her ass crack and saw her dark, puckered hole covered in hair. He dumped his full load down her throat as she swallowed every drop without loosing any of it.