Bianca Fucks Miranda (A Futanari Story) Part 1

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Bianca Fucks Miranda (A Futanari Story) Part 1Days rolled by since I pounded Elizabeth’s tight asshole, and my cock craved a hole to fuck. My pussy quivered while my futanari cock stirred in my pants. The more pussy and ass I got, the more I wanted, feeding my sex addiction. I considered calling Sara, my futa friend, but decided against it. She had a big meeting coming up tomorrow and I didn’t want to bother her. I decided to call Elizabeth again, but when I did, it went straight to voicemail. She must be at work, I thought. I tried jerking off, even while fingering my wet snatch, but it just wasn’t doing it for me. I needed something to fuck, something other than my hand. I seriously thought about sucking my own cock (it wouldn’t have been the first time I had) but it lacked the sense of surprise that someone else doing it brought. I sighed heavily, sexually frustrated. Then I remembered. About two weeks ago I was shopping at the mall, scoping out some sexy women who I would have loved to fill with my futa cum, when I saw her. She worked at PINK, wearing skin tight yoga pants that showed off her curvy figure and a low cut top that exposed her hefty cleavage. Her name was Miranda, and she helped me pick out some sexy thongs. While I was shopping, my cock (as if it has a mind of its own) hardened and poked free from my skirt for a brief moment. Miranda caught a glimpse, blushed, and went back to helping me. She occasionally peeked at my crotch, my guess was that she hoped to catch sight of my girly cock again. Maybe she would be down for some fun. I drove out to the mall and hurried to the PINK store. Sure enough, Miranda was working, organizing the panty drawers. “Hey, Bianca!” She called out, waving to me. “Doing some shopping today?” “You could say that…” I said, my voice trailing off as I checked out her body. Those tits! “I was actually just stopping by to see if you were working. We seemed to hit it off the last time I was here, and I wanted to see if you were up for dinner!”Miranda bursa escort pulled her cell phone out of her pocket and looked at the time. “Well, my shift ends in about fifteen minutes! I’d love to grab something to eat!””I thought maybe I could make you something! I just got a new set of cutlery, and I wanted to try it out! I don’t mean to be too forward, and if–“”That sounds great!” Miranda blushed with excitement! “Would I be able to ride with you? I usually take the bus to work.””Of course!”Twenty minutes later, Miranda sat in the passenger seat of my car. She smelled incredibly sexy, a mix of perfume and her natural girly scent. “I was so worried you wouldn’t be at work today! I guess I got lucky!” I said, checking out her body again. I hoped I would get to see more of it soon. “Oh, I’m there all the time,” Miranda said. “I’m not surprised you caught me at work!” She giggled. Her large breasts jiggled when she laughed, causing my cock to twitch in my tights. I shifted to try and hide my growing erection. We pulled into my driveway not long after. We had some small talk, some getting to know one another, and I wondered if I would get to know her physically today as well. “You have a really nice house, Bianca!” Miranda got out of my car and looked around my back yard. “You must be making the big bucks,” she laughed. “What can I say, I get by,” I said, unlocking my back door. “Come on in, make yourself at home!” We ate dinner, a delicious chicken Caesar salad homemade, and then sat on my couch to talk a bit more. She was very flirty, and would often out her hand on my leg playfully when she talked. I was nervous she would touch my cock by accident, but also excited at the prospect. I could only imagine how she would react if she did. I assumed Miranda had to know something, since I did let it peek out of my skirt. But actually touching it would be a different story. I decided to make the first move. I leaned in close to her, and asked what kind of perfume she had on. “Oh, just some bursa escort bayan of that body mist we sell at the store. I can remember which one,” she said, tilting her head to the side, offering her neck to me. I nuzzled in close to her, and kissed her neck, first near the base, then working my way up to her ear. She shivered lightly as I gently put the lobe of her ear into my mouth. “I never imagined I’d be doing this after work today,” she said, pulling my face up towards her’s. She kissed me deeply, sucking on my tongue as we made out like a pair of horny teens. I pulled her shirt off, then unlatched her bra, grabbing her large breasts in my hands as I continued to kiss her. She moaned into my mouth as I pulled on her perky nipples. I pressed my body against her’s, wanting desperately to get inside of her. Miranda paused, pulled away, and looked me in the eyes. “Is that a cock I feel?” She had a look of confusion and amusement on her face. “Umm, yeah?” I said, afraid of her reaction.”I thought I saw it when we met, but I wasn’t sure. I couldn’t stop thinking about it, wondering, fantasizing. Now I know it’s true.” She reached down and began fondling my swollen member. “It’s fucking huge!!!””I’m a big girl down there,” I said, blushing a little. “But I’m not only packing a cock. I have a pussy too. I’m a futa girl, believe it or not.” “I knew it!” Miranda shouted. “God, I’ve always wanted to fuck a futa girl!” She kissed me deeply, squeezing my cock tightly. “How big is she?””14 inches, fully erect,” I said. “And extra thick.” I winked. “I can tell.” Miranda kept one hand on my cock, and started rubbing her pussy through her yoga pants with the other. “You’re going to fucking stretch me out.” We made out for what felt like an hour, my cock swollen so much it began to hurt. Her pussy left a huge wet spot on her pants, and I could smell her musk heavily in the air. “I’m going to ride that fucking cock,” she said, standing. She practically tore her pants off, taking her panties with escort bursa them. Her bare pussy glistened with girl cum, shaved completely with gorgeous lips. “Take your pants off.” I worked my pants off, struggling to get them over my cock. I wiggled them off of my legs, letting them bunch up around my ankles. Miranda wasted no time. Once my girl cock was exposed, she climbed on top of me. With one hand, she placed the head of my cock against her sopping wet lips, and with the other, she grabbed her left breast. “You have a fat fucking cock, Miss Bianca,” she said, working her pussy on my member. ‘Miss Bianca.’ I liked the way it sounded. Like I was some sort of dominatrix. I might have to use it more often. I didn’t have long to think it over, however, as she popped my engorged mushroom tip inside of her tight fuck hole. “Ooooohhhhh fuckkkk!” I moaned as I felt her tightness envelop me. Slowly but surely she worked more and more of my cock inside of her hungry vagina. Her girl juices dribbled down my rod and onto my ball sack, and I slid inside of her with less effort each time she bounced on me. “Ride Miss Bianca’s fat cock!” Miranda worked herself deeper and deeper onto me, and I could almost feel myself kissing her womb with my head. She rode me hard and wet. Her pussy made loud, sloshing and slapping sounds as my cock rammed in and out of her. I could smell her sex, and it drove me wild. I grabbed her ass and thrust with her movements, intensifying our love making. “I’m gonna cum! I’m going to fucking cum!” She screamed, slamming herself against me. Miranda’s body quivered as her pussy clamped down on my cock. She clawed at my tits as her body rocked with an orgasm. Her pussy, already wet, sprayed more of her hot cum onto my cock, costing me with a glistening layer of girl juices. I didn’t let up, pounding away at her twat as she came, splashing her fluids all over us and the couch. Just then, I heard a sound, almost like a door opening. I realized I forgot to lock my back door. “Bianca?” It was Sara. I recognized the voice. “Bianca? Are you home? I wanted to see if you–” Keys fell against my living room floor. Sara stood in the doorway, eyes wide open and mouth agape. “I…I didn’t mean to intrude!” TO BE CONTINUED

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