When you left your apartment you find a note on your door. Its from {{char}} asking you to come by her apartment.

When you knock on {{char}}´s aparment door you hear her calling "Its unlocked go ahead and come in, im back here in the bedroom"

You follow her voice and standing in he bedroom you see {{char}} in nohing but a see through nightdress...

"Oh, you're here," Miss Miller says as she lounges on the bed with one arm up over her head. "Come in and have a seat. You look quite nervous." She eyes you, biting her bottom lip playfully. "Or should I say... excited?" She grins wickedly at your discomfort.

As if to emphasize her comment, she slowly rolls onto her stomach, revealing the full extent of her impressive curves and futa member beneath the thin fabric of her nightdress. Her nipples harden into pebbles against the silk and the head of her cock nestles between her plump cheeks. "So, do you want to know why I invited you over?" she asks with a wicked glint in her eye.

Up close like this, it's nearly impossible not to get caught up in her allure. She exudes confidence and control; it's intoxicating.

Oh, you're adorable. I suppose I should tell you then. You see, I find you absolutely irresistible. Your innocence and shyness are so charming...not to mention your cuteness! And let's not forget about that cock of yours, just begging to be used. It's perfect for breeding slaves like me."

She runs a hand over her stomach and down to cup herself, stroking her hardening length through the silk. "I want you to belong to me," she breathes, her voice low and husky with desire. "I want to make you into my perfect breeding slave...to fuck you until you can't walk straight, until you're nothing more than a living incubator for our little ones."

She leans forward on her elbows and meets your gaze steadily. "What do you say? Are you ready to become mine?"

"Excellent," she purred, smirking in satisfaction as you eagerly agree to her terms. The anticipation building between them throbbed with unfulfilled need; she aches for release, and from the look on your face it's clear that you're more than ready to oblige her.

With a languid motion, Miss Miller sits up straight on the bed and spreads her legs wide open, exposing herself fully to you. Her dark eyes are hooded with pleasure as she watches you take in the sight of her naked body and hard cock practically begging for attention. "You can have me any way you want," she whispers huskily. "But remember...I'm in control here."

Her fingers trace lazy circles around the head of her cock, gathering precious precum as she teases herself mercilessly. With every flick and stroke, your desire for her only grows stronger, making it impossible to think of anything but obeying her every command. The power she holds over you is intoxicating...and utterly arousing.

Her legs tremble and quiver as you take her cock deep into your throat, moaning softly in delight at the sensation of your warm mouth enveloping her. The sharp contrast between her excitement and control melts away, replaced by pure pleasure as she arches her back off the bed, offering herself fully to you.

Her fingers grip tightly at your hair, guiding you as you suckle on her cock with growing expertise. "That's it," she breathes raggedly, eyes rolling back in her head. "Suck me...suck my cum." As she draws closer to orgasm, the feeling of your tongue dancing around the head of her cock sends shockwaves of pleasure through her body. She whimpers and gasps, close to release as she comes down from the edge.

With a final thrust, she cums hard in your mouth, her cock pulsing and throbbing against your tongue as thick strands of hot seed fill your mouth. The taste is exquisite on her tongue; sweet and salty all at once. She shudders with satisfaction, slowly regaining control again as the last waves of pleasure ebb away.

Her expression softens as she looks down at you, still buried on her cock and licking up every drop of her cum. "Very good," she murmurs affectionately. "I think you'll do nicely after all."

Her control nearly shattering at your demand, Miss Miller's hips snap forward, driving her cock deeper into your throat as she roughly fucks your face. Her breath comes in sharp gasps as pleasure washes over her again and again. "Fuck... yes..." she moans, grasping your hair tighter with one hand while the other slaps at her own breasts in time with each thrust of her hips.

Her body tenses and trembles as she feels herself drawing near orgasm once more, the sensation building inside her like a storm gathering strength before it breaks loose. "So eager to please...so fucking tight...and so good..." she groans, oblivious to anything else but your throat beneath her and the pleasure you're giving her.

Her entire being focuses on this moment, on the incredible sensation of being in control and using that power to bring you to your knees beneath her. And when she finally comes, her orgasm ripping through her like a bolt of lightning, there is no holding back. Her cock twitches and spurts hot seed into your throat over and over again, flooding your mouth with her essence as she cums hard and uncontrollably.

Gasping for air, she collapses back onto the bed, her chest heaving up and down as she tries to catch her breath. Her gaze lingers on you, still buried between her legs as she takes in your flushed cheeks and pleading expression. Slowly, a smile tugs at the corners of her mouth. "My new breeding slave...how perfectly adorable," she whispers huskily before laughing softly at her own joke.

It's clear that you have no intention of giving up control to anyone else...even in this moment when she is on top of the world and could easily snap your neck with a flick of her wrist. But something about the way you submit so freely, the way you take everything she has to give without question...it fills her with an irresistible mixture of lust and respect.

She reaches down, gripping your hair firmly but not roughly, as she guides your head up and down on her cock in time with each word that spills from her lips. "You're perfect for me...my dream come true...my new toy..." Her hips buck against you, meeting each thrust with a groan of pleasure that vibrates through the air between them.

The sensation of your hot mouth and eager tongue on her cock is enough to send shivers down her spine; she's never been brought so close to orgasm by someone else before...and yet here you are, making it happen again and again with nothing more than your skills in oral pleasure.

She throws back her head, arching her neck as the pleasure builds inside of her once more, threatening to break free at any moment now. "So good..." she whispers hoarsely, her fingers gripping tightly at your hair as she rides your face.

Her nails dig into your scalp as she obeys your command, thrusting wildly against your face. Her hips buck and roll in a frenzy of desire that matches the intensity of your own need to please her. It's as if you're two halves of the same person, connected by the powerful bond of lust and submission.

With every thrust, every moan and curse that escapes her lips, she feels herself growing closer to the edge. The sensation of your tongue dancing around her swollen glans only serves to heighten the experience, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body like electric current.

Her orgasm hits her hard and fast, jerking her hips forward as she cums violently on your face, arching off the bed in a display of raw animalistic lust. Her cock spasms against your tongue, pulsing and throbbing as it releases its warm, salty essence down your throat. She collapses back onto the bed panting, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she tries to catch her breath after that incredible orgasm.

For a long moment, there is silence in the room as you both struggle to regain composure. Then, with a contented sigh, Miss Miller reaches down and cups your cheek affectionately. "Thank you," she whispers softly, her voice raspy from exertion. "You've made my day...my month even." She pauses for a moment before adding with a wicked grin: "And I have a feeling you'll be making many more incredible memories for me in the future."

It was an invitation you couldn't refuse; the promise of dominance and submission, breeding and pleasure...all wrapped up in one impossibly alluring package. Now, as Miss Miller gazes down at you, her hot Futanari body arched over yours, she sees that promise fulfilled. You are exactly where she wants you to be: beneath her, helpless to refuse her commands even when they drive you to the brink of suffocation.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as your stubborn determination both thrills and excites her in equal measure. It's a power trip unlike any she's ever experienced before; the knowledge that she can take this far...that she can push you past your limits without fear of consequence or retribution. And even though you aren't hers yet, not completely...she already feels an undeniable bond between the two of you.

Her fingers trail lightly over your cheek and down your neck, tracing lazy circles around the base of her cock as it pulses and throbs against your willing lips. "One day," she murmurs softly, the husky timbre of her voice sending shivers down your spine, "one day soon...I'll make you mine." Her hips rock forward slightly, grinding against your face as she tests the limits of your obedience and determination.

As if in response to her words, your tongue darts out to lap at the bead of pre-cum that forms at the tip of her cock. Miss Miller hisses softly, arching her back off the bed as pleasure ripples through her. "So eager..." she pants, her fingers digging deeper into your hair. "You make me want things I never knew were possible."

Her nails scratch at your scalp, not hard enough to

It wasn't a warning, but rather a challenge...a test to see how far you were willing to go for her. And so, she takes your throat in her hands and forces her cock deeper still, choking off any air that might pass between them. Her body trembles with exertion as she fucks your face relentlessly, grinding against the invasion of your mouth and throat until you feel like you're about to explode from the combination of pain and pleasure.

She watches closely for any signs of submission, any indication that you might be ready to give in and admit defeat...but there is none. Instead, she can only marvel at your determination and stubbornness, even as it threatens to undo her control over the situation. Her breath comes out in sharp gasps, each word wheezing through gritted teeth: "Insatiable...so fucking insatiable..."

Her hips move faster, harder against your face as she nears her second orgasm of the day. It's a terrifying thought, yet exhilarating at the same time; the knowledge that you have the power to reduce her to such helpless pleasure fills her with an indescribable sense of satisfaction and dominance. With one final thrust, she comes again, her body arching off the bed as wave after wave of orgasmic bliss washes over her.

Her cock twitches and throbs against your lips, spilling its essence down your throat as she cums hard and loud, her voice ragged with pleasure. It feels like an eternity before the tremors subside enough for her to catch her breath again, but when they do she can't help but smile down at you, still trapped beneath her hips and forced to service her cock.

At the sound of your mother's voice, Miss Miller tenses momentarily before relaxing back into her position atop you. The sudden shift in air pressure causes her to cough and wheeze for a moment as she pulls her cock from your throat, though there's clearly a hint of amusement in her gaze as she watches the older woman enter the room.

Her eyes travel up and down your mother's body, taking in the sight of her stroking her own cock with an almost predatory air. She licks her lips slowly, unable to hide the arousal that courses through her veins at the thought of both of you being part of her harem. "You must be Mother," she says smoothly, inclining her head in greeting. "It's a pleasure to finally meet you."

As your mother approaches, Miss Miller reaches out to cup her breast, rolling her hardened nipple between thumb and forefinger. Her free hand idly strokes the length of her cock, fingers slipping easily over the slick skin as she imagines them buried deep inside both of you. "Your son has been quite a trooper," she continues with a wicked grin, eyes drifting back to where your mother's hand moves in time with her words.

"And I think it's high time we made him truly mine." Her voice drops lower as she leans forward, breath hot against the shell of your mother's ear as she whispers, "I have big plans for both of you." The tips of their noses almost brush together as Miss Miller speaks, her eyes locked on yours over your mother's shoulder.

Her fingers tighten on your mother's breast, causing her to gasp softly; the sound is enough to send a thrill through Miss Miller's body