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  Futa Bimbofies the President

  The Futa Virus 45

  by

  Relm Jayne

  Copyright © 2019 by Relm Jayne

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  Futa Bimbofies the President

  Sizzling Excerpt from “Futa Bimbofies the President”

  Other Tales of the Futa Virus

  Futa Bimbofies the President

  Sizzling Excerpt from “Futa Bimbofies the President”

  “Klere,” Zoë moaned. “Oh, Cătălin, yes, yes! I'm going to cum!”

  “Cum on our faces!” Simona moaned, masturbating faster, the sounds of her wet fingers plunging into hot flesh growing louder.

  Cătălin's soft dick twitched as he popped his mouth off the hard cock. He fisted his hand up and down it, nodding his head. He held his wife to him with his other hand, cupping her hip now. They stared up at Zoë.

  “Cum on us!” he begged.

  “Yes!” Zoë hissed.

  Her girl-dick erupted.

  Cătălin reveled in being painted by Zoë's girl-cum. It sprayed over his and his wife's faces. It bathed them in the futa's passion. The salty treat splashed in his mouth. He groaned in delight that became a wanton giggle of giddy glee.

  “Yes, yes, yummy cum!” he moaned as a blast splashed across his forehead and ran down his nose.

  The President of the Council, bursting with euphoria, turned to his wife and attacked the cum dribbling down her cheek. Cătălin lapped it up with hunger. The Romanian man savored the salty flavor of futa-jizz. His cock swung limp despite his horniness, the futa-virus almost completing its changes to him.

  Read on to find out what happens next!

  Other Tales of the Futa Virus

  Futa Patient Zero (The Futa Virus 1)

  Airplane's Futa Outbreak (The Futa Virus 3)

  Futa Treats Her Patients (The Futa Virus 8)

  Futa Stewardess Gone Wild (The Futa Virus 9)

  Naughty Futa Layover (The Futa Virus 13)

  Futa Takes Charge of the Meeting (The Futa Virus 14)

  Futa's Cuckolding Negotiations (The Futa Virus 36)

  Futas Take Over the City (The Futa Virus 41)

  Futa Bimbofies the President

  The Futa Virus Outbreak DAY 6

  “The City of Seattle in the United States is being rocked by futas,” announced the newcomer.

  Cătălin Vasile, The President of the Council and thus the head of the European Union, glanced up from his desk. He was preparing his speech for his support of futas. Ever since last night when the woman—the futa, he reminded himself—seduced him and his wife with her big girl-dick, he'd been planning to announce it. A new civil right movement.

  Women whose clits turned into dicks needed support. They were so sexy.

  “Really?” Cătălin asked. He leaned back in his chair in his office located in Brussels. The chair creaked as he studied Zoë Bullens, the futa who'd entered. The futa who'd changed his life. She was a Dutch woman with short, black hair and brown eyes. A tight, sheath dress molded to her curvy figure, outlining the sweep of her hips, the fullness of her breasts, and the thickness of her clit-dick.

  His eyes lingered on it.

  “Yes,” said Zoë. “Turn on your TV.”

  “My angel, would you?” he asked his wife in their native Romanian.

  Simona, his îngeraș or angel in English, looked up from where she masturbated on the couch. Her clothes were discarded. Her short, light brown hair framed a flushed face. She'd become increasingly horny all day. His cum leaked out of her, ruining the leather.

  “Fine, fine,” she moaned, reaching sticky fingers for the remote on the coffee table beside her. Cătălin had a large office as befitting his status as the most powerful man in Europe, the first Romanian elected to the position.

  He sat naked in his chair, his cock hard. He was in a good mood, and not just from the sex. He'd felt giddier and giddier as the day wore on. He knew his wife was becoming a futa—hence her horny masturbation as her clit throbbed and pulsed—but he didn't know a different sort of transformation was happening in him. The futa-virus had mutated inside Zoë last night, passing on a special trait to the men she'd fucked.

  The TV came onto Sky News. “...as you can see, it is pandemonium in the City of Seattle,” the anchor said, a young woman with blonde hair spilling about blushing cheeks. “It's hard to show you the images without blurring everything out, but that's because orgies are raging throughout the city. Reports abound of numerous transgender women, complete with their male anatomy, leading the orgy.”

  “The numbers of these transgender women, which some reports are identifying as futa or futanari, staggering,” the male anchor said, a Black man with a posh, received accent. “There are thousands of them according to reports.”

  “This is the perfect time to announce the EU's position on futanari,” said Zoë, speaking in accented English. The Dutch woman stood proud. Evening was falling. It was Sunday and Cătălin was waiting for his wife's transformation to complete to enjoy a night of futa-love. “We must announce the policy now.”

  “We are still crafting the policy,” Cătălin said. “You know that. We've been working hard.”

  Zoë glanced at Simona and the cum leaking out of the woman's pussy. “Yes, hard. I bet you have.”

  He grinned. “We had to take breaks. Look at my poor wife. She's feverish.”

  “It's just so close,” she moaned.

  Zoë rubbed at her futa-cock. He glanced at it, that giddy, happy delight rippling through his flesh. His brain chemistry was changing while throughout his body, the virus prepared for the most startling modifications to come yet. His dick throbbed but didn't go fully erect.

  “If you do this, I'll fuck you during the press conference,” purred Zoë. “Imagine, standing before all of Europe, telling them about futanari and how they deserve protection all while my big dick is pumping in and out of that tight ass.”

  He groaned, a shudder racing through him. That joy filled him. He smiled and nodded, wanting to make her happy. “Sure.” He chuckled, an affectation Cătălin didn't often indulge in. “I think that's perfect.”

  “But it's not finished,” moaned Simona. “We still have legislature to right. It'll be days.”

  “We can write it, but the announcement should come now.” He licked his lips, staring at her cock.

  She shook her head. “Fine, fine, come and suck my girl-dick. You've been good.”

  “Yay,” he cheered than blinked at the boyish outburst.

  His wife shook her head. “Are you okay?”

  “Just eager to suck her cock,” he said. “Aren't you?”

  She smiled and nodded.

  The President of the Council rose from his chair. He was a handsome man, his brown hair cut short. He had hazel eyes and stood tall. He had both an aquiline nose which projected strength but a friendly face, letting people trust that strength. It had served him well over the years. He advanced around the desk, his dick throbbing hard. He licked lips
, eager for this moment. He wanted to suck Zoë's cock.

  This euphoria rose through him.

  Simona sauntered to him, his cum leaking down her pale thighs. Her round breasts swayed with her willowy steps. He slipped his arm around her shoulder when she reached him, the pair standing before the futa-bureaucrat. He kissed his wife and pinched one of her dusky, pink nipples.

  She moaned into his kiss.

  Zoë cleared her throat.

  He chortled again, breaking the kiss. Then he cleared his throat. What is wrong with me? I feel like a schoolboy on Christmas morning. The excitement surged through him as he glanced down at Zoë. She pulled up her dress, inching the fabric up farther and farther.

  Her girl-dick popped out.

  Simona whimpered in delight. He made a similar sound, almost girlish. Together, they sank to their knees, his arm still around her shoulders. Her naked body pressed into his, her breast soft against his muscular chest. They both grasped the futa's massive dick.

  Zoë had a bigger cock than Cătălin had. He suspected no man had a cock that big. Simona purred with hungry delight as she leaned in. He couldn't help but admire the wet folds of Zoë's pussy wrapped around the shaft's base, her black bush soaked with her juices. That spicy musk filled his nose.

  His wife went for the cock, bringing a moan for Zoë, while he went for the pussy. Humming with delight, he nuzzled into the futa's bush beneath her throbbing cock. The shaft rubbed into his forehead as his tongue flicked out.

  “Mmm, such a good husband letting you enjoy my cock,” Zoë purred. “Of course, he's enjoying my pussy.”

  “Such a delicious cunt,” Cătălin growled. His tongue flicked through her juicy folds.

  His tongue fluttered through her, licking, lapping, savoring every bit of her. Her juices soaked down him. He groaned, his heart racing. He thrust his tongue deep into her twat. He stirred it around, savoring that spicy flavor.

  Simona sucked with noisy hunger. Her passion inspired him. He hummed louder, that euphoria rising inside of him. He felt so giddy as he wiggled his tongue through her folds. Her silky hairs rubbed on his whiskered cheeks.

  “Oh, yes, Cătălin!” Zoë groaned. “Ooh, yes, yes, you just love my pussy while your wife loves my dick. She's my little cuckqueen, and you're my little cuckold, aren't you?”

  “Uh-huh,” he groaned, so happy to surrender to this dominating futa. She was a mid-level bureaucrat in the Administration of Foreign Culture. Not anywhere close to his level of power.

  Yet her cock granted her all the authority she needed.

  His tongue lick through her spicy folds to the base of her girl-dick. He lapped up it, traveling higher and higher. He watched the Dutch futa shudder. Her cock throbbed against his tongue. Then he reached his wife's lips wrapped around her cock.

  Simona popped her mouth off the futa's dick and kissed her husband. She groaned, her tongue dancing over his lips. She's loving the taste of the futa's cunt, thought Cătălin. He hummed as he kissed, almost giggling with delight.

  Simona broke the kiss and purred, “Mmm, your turn. Suck her. Let's make her cum together.”

  “Yes!” he cheered. “That's going to be awesome!”

  She gave him a strange look. He didn't care as he swallowed the tip of Zoë's girl-dick. He sealed his mouth on it, his half-hard cock twitching and throbbing as he worshiped this amazing shaft. His tongue danced as the euphoria swelled and swelled.

  Precum coated his tongue. What a naughty delight. Ooh, it tastes so yummy. I could suck on a girl's cock all day.

  His wife kissed and nibbled at the corner of his mouth. Her tongue lapped up more of the pussy cream that had dribbled down his cheek. She reached his ear, licking it. A shiver ran through him. He held his wife tight to him.

  “Mmm, that's it,” she purred. He could hear the wet sound of her fingers plunging into her cunt. “Make Zoë cum. I want her splashing our faces in jizz.”

  “Oh, yes,” panted Zoë. “That would be wonderful. Ooh, Cătălin, your wife is a wanton thing.”

  Cătălin popped his mouth off Zoë's dick and moaned, “Yes, she is. Just the bestest.”

  “Best, honey,” corrected his wife. Then she engulfed the futa's cock.

  He beamed at her, watching as she bobbed her head up and down the futa's dick. Zoë moaned, her hands squeezing her tits through her top. Simona sucked for a moment longer, then she slid her mouth off and Cătălin sucked.

  He and his wife passed that amazing girl-dick back and forth. He loved it, the euphoria building and building in him. He swirled his tongue around it, giggling and chortling, loving pleasing the futa. Making her cum. Shudder.

  The passion in Zoë's voice was amazing. Her face twisted. Dutch words burst from her lips. The scent of her spicy pussy grew and grew. It was intoxicating. Cătălin felt drunk on this moment, swaying and humming.

  He sucked hard on Zoë's girl-dick.

  “Klere,” Zoë moaned. “Oh, Cătălin, yes, yes! I'm going to cum!”

  “Cum on our faces!” Simona moaned, masturbating faster, the sounds of her wet fingers plunging into hot flesh growing louder.

  Cătălin's soft dick twitched as he popped his mouth off the hard cock. He fisted his hand up and down it, nodding his head. He held his wife to him with his other hand, cupping her hip now. They stared up at Zoë.

  “Cum on us!” he begged.

  “Yes!” Zoë hissed.

  Her girl-dick erupted.

  Cătălin reveled in being painted by Zoë's girl-cum. It sprayed over his and his wife's faces. It bathed them in the futa's passion. The salty treat splashed in his mouth. He groaned in delight that became a wanton giggle of giddy glee.

  “Yes, yes, yummy cum!” he moaned as a blast splashed across his forehead and ran down his nose.

  The President of the Council, bursting with euphoria, turned to his wife and attacked the cum dribbling down her cheek. Cătălin lapped it up with hunger. The Romanian man savored the salty flavor of futa-jizz. His cock swung limp despite his horniness, the futa-virus almost completing its changes to him.

  Simona turned her head, their lips meeting in a spunk-filled kiss. Zoë stood over them, purring as Cătălin and his wife traded jizz back and forth. They snowballed the futa's cum. He loved sharing it with Simona. His angel trembled, her breasts rubbing into his chest, round and delicious.

  It should make any man hard.

  She broke the kiss and lapped at the cum running down his face. They nuzzled, both hungry for every drop of jizz they could find. Euphoria rippled through him. He giggled at the taste, reveling in it as he and his wife kissed again.

  Simona broke the kiss after a moment. “You really are acting strange.”

  “I feel amazing,” he said, shrugging. “So what?”

  She cocked her head. “I guess that's fine. I feel great, too. And horny. Oh, god, I want my clit to sprout. It feels so swollen.”

  He nodded his head. He wanted that.

  Zoë cleared her throat. “The announcement?”

  “Right, right,” He rose and gathered himself, pushing down the euphoria to think. It took him a moment. His thoughts felt thick and syrupy, like something cloying coated them. “Okay, Zoë, organize a press conference. Ask Alexandre to join us.” Alexandre Daviau was President of the Parliament, head of the EU's parliament and another powerful man in the bureaucracy.

  He was also a man Zoë had lobbied to last night and won over with her impressive cock.

  “Will do,” Zoë said. She stroked her cock one last time before she whirled around and marched out, her rump swaying.

  Cătălin burst into almost boyish giggles before he clamped his jaw shut, blinking at the sound. He shook his head while his wife groaned. She rose to her feet and sighed, picking up her dress. Cum still coated her face.

  “I shall start getting ready,” she purred. “If my cock sprouts during the conference, it'll be mine slipping up your ass.”

  “I wouldn't have it any other way, îngeraș,” he s
aid, winking at her.

  She shuddered, smiling back.

  He trembled, his heart racing as she swept out of the room. He smiled, humming to himself. Today would be perfect. He turned around and headed to his desk. He scooped up the cum that coated his face and struggled to think about what he would say.

  It was so hard. His thoughts just didn't want to think about anything but beautiful futa-cocks.

  An hour later, his wife returned in a pink dress that clung to her body, her brown hair combed, her makeup perfect. She shook her head at the sight of him. She grabbed some tissue papers and wiped up his face.

  “You have to look presidential,” she said, “not like a whore just finished with a client.”

  “Mmm, being a whore for a futa sounds fun,” he said, his voice a little higher pitched.

  She arched an eyebrow. “What's up with your voice?”

  “Huh?” he asked. “Just excited. Come on, we have to go.”

  “Forgetting your suit?” she asked as he rose, his small cock swaying before him. “For someone eager for this, you aren't very erect.”

  He shrugged and said, “Suits are so boring. I hate wearing them.”

  “Since when?”

  “I...” Cătălin frowned. The syrupy feel on his thoughts increased. He just wanted to be naked and suck futa-cocks and have fun. I'm the President of the Council. I'm running the EU, I can't think like this. “I don't know what's wrong with me.”

  With his wife's help, he donned his suit. He hated it. He'd rather be naked and show off his body. Images of his curvy flesh flashed through his mind, an impossible sight. She adjusted his tie and nodded her head.

  “Perfect. Let's go.”

  He took her arm and they headed through the bureaucracy towards the press conference room. His gaze darted around, grinning at the works of art on the wall. They were all so funny. Some were just weird shapes while others had men who looked far, far too serious. They weren't having any fun at all. That wouldn't do.

  Men should have fun. With futas. Cătălin giggled.

  “What?” his wife asked, glancing at him.