FUTAWORLD 3

Sorry to be gone so long. Work and all. Been on THE STARTER WIFE for USA CHANNEL which I THINK will begin airing in October. Take a look tho is a chick show (NO OFFENSE). Long hours and hard locations. Enjoy.

FUTA WORLD 3

The rest of the day went well. Mary fucked Boobie Belle (Alexis), Cocky Cluck (Jane), Fannie Fucker (Tina), Suzie Shafft (Vi), Princess Lilly (Alicia) and Dastardly Dickgirl (Carrie) three more times before she felt she was empty. The ride closed down and all the actresses went into the locker room.

Naked again, Mary and the group hit the showers. Lots of loud talking, giggling and oohing at each other’s assets filled the tiled room.

Vicky entered the foggy showers and smiled, watching her talented girls let off a little steam. Leaning against the wall she smirked.

“Well done girls. And a very well done to Mary for stepping in during our crisis.”

The showering girls applauded and shouted good natured jaunts. “Theresa is counting the register and will be over soon with your tips.”

Mary smiled, smoothing her wet hair away from her face. “Thanks Vicky.”

“No problem. And you will get a bump in your check for today.”

“She’s buyin’,” Alicia shouted out. All the girl’s hooted and laughed.

“Aaaand, Willy Duzkneel wants to meet you personally, Mary so hurry.”

“Oooooh,” the girls chided.

“Why does he want to meet me anyway?”

“Because you’re the best Heidi honey so hurry up and get dressed in your costume. He stressed that,” Vicky said. “You can leave the horse head off.”

“Oooooh,” the girl’s chimed up again.

“Kinky old goat,” Alicia giggled.

“Quiet all of you,” Vicky said with a smirk. “He’s still your boss. Hurry Mary.”

Vicky led Mary dressed in her still sweaty and sticky costume down another hidden corridor as she was instructed to pump up again. Mary worked her dick watching it thicken, rise and bloat to her maximum potential, amazed she had any energy left to do so.

“Very nice. Willy’ll love it,” she gushed.

Swiping another card across a reader, a door opened and the two women entered a well lit elevator. Vicky punched the “PH” button and the machinery began with a soft jerk, rising.

“Where are we?”

“In the cock clock tower. Mr. Duzkneel has a private apartment in the tip where he can watch the visitors and his workers.”

“Wow.”

A few more seconds and the elevator stopped and the doors opened, revealing a large open area appointed with clean yet outdated furniture. The laughter and conversation was rambunctious and loud. Mary shivered at the very powerful air conditioning that slapped at her body as they entered the apartment.

“Here we go,” Vicky whispered and plastered a huge, blinding smile on her face. Leading the way, she strode confidently toward the noise makers.

Mary turned the corner and saw a bunch of well dressed men and women d