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[NSFW] Office Space Shenanigans (Yume Kuribayashi & Dreamstreet)

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SUMMARY TO DATE
Office Space Shenanigans was originally hosted on Fiction Depot, running from August 19, 2020 to September 24, 2023, where it temporarily concluded due to/ahead of the site's closure. Below is a summary of the RP's events to the present.

The RP centers around the combined (yet not necessarily integrated) work and sex life of former porn actress Ophelia Zheng. American-born and raised, but of Chinese Peruvian descent, Ophelia is a hermaphrodite-type futanari, possessing perfectly functioning male and female genitals. Being such a rare gender both nationally and globally, Ophelia embraced her differences and turned it into a career in the adult film industry spanning an entire decade, which she navigated under the stage name of Opera Brest. She quickly gained stardom and retained popularity through the use of her most valuable assets: natural copper-toned skin, a massive yet slender dick measuring 12 inches soft and 18 erect, and plum-sized testicles that achieved notoriety in the latter half of her career when, through the aid of stretching toys, they went from natural high-hangers to sagging at knee level. Ironically, this started a trend that's continued in the niche industry of dickgirl porn to this day.

However, as 10 years in the industry where she was most at home came and went, Ophelia's ambitions for her career (now that she had sway in her own productions that she sought to use when reasonable) became so great that she plummeted straight into burnout. With her powerful orgasms coming with the side effect of immediate blackouts, she knew something had to be done and, without prior warning and only gradual hints behind the scenes, quietly retired from the industry and moved to the Eastern coast, with the intention of living peacefully and stress-free with only her well-stocked bank account to fall back on.

Many of Ophelia's colleagues and fans were caught off-guard by her sudden retirement, which resulted in a handful of burned bridges, while others were completely understanding and allowed her the freedom to go her own way when all was said and done. One of those, and one of the few to learn of her retirement ahead of its happening, was Mason "Misty" Parker, a femboy bartender who Ophelia became immediate sexfriends with after meeting at a party. Being a close friend that she could rely on outside of sexual scenarios, Ophelia chose to move to Misty's home metro area of Raleigh, North Carolina, that way she had a connection that hadn't been broken in her post-retirement, and to a lesser extent someone to fuck if the feeling arose. Eventually, after a month of doing nothing, Ophelia decided she needed something more to do than mere relaxation, and after extending these concerns to Misty, was inspired by him to find a job she could use to occupy her time and further fill her bank account.

After multiple interviews where her reputation as Opera Brest was more often than not brought up, Ophelia eventually got hired at the one place that didn't acknowledge it; ironically, this job was one Misty recommended Ophelia for directly, which could have played a role. From then on, Ophelia joined Misty as one of two assistant managers at the distribution offices for the U.S. Eastern branch of the Japanese pharmaceutical powerhouse known as the Asakai Corporation. A new chapter to her life that was anything but uneventful, thanks to the co-workers she worked the closest with. Of course, there was Misty, but there were three others that made working for Asakai U.S. East even less unassuming than already possible.

At the top of the food chain, there was the big boss: Asakai U.S. East's COO, Adriana Marston. Adriana, like Ophelia, was also a hermaphrodite-type futanari, one with an even bigger dick whose 21-inch erect length said all that needed to be said about her sexual prowess. Not that she didn't demonstrate further regardless, employing recruitment tactics for what was, in the kindest of terms, a harem operating under the same mechanics as her well-oiled machine of a white-collar workplace, in tandem earning her the unoffical moniker, "The Corporate Mistress". While speaking nothing of Ophelia's porn star history during her interview, she knew full well of it, and hired her for the normally more knowledgeable position of assistant manager because of it. She was in close reach and she knew it, and three months into Ophelia's employment in her office, made her well aware of her place in the sexual hierarchy: that was, at her mercy and, if need be, her feet as well.

Despite Adriana's ruthless, some might say cruel methods, she understood Ophelia's needs as a "true futa" better than anyone, being one herself. This included giving her advice on how to manage her libido, which Ophelia had suppressed more often than not since her retirement, and administering regular sessions that took full advantage of the submissive stance that she took on when the both of them were alone. Before long, it reached the point where Ophelia went from calling Adriana "Mistress" to the more natural-flowing and just as authoritative title of "Madam". Yet, for as tense as her interactions with her Corporate Mistress/Madam ran, she was far from the biggest nuisance to Ophelia on a personal level.

That position was firmly occupied by her direct supervisor, section manager Nicki Delano. A self-declared shemale, Nicki acted as one of Adriana's watchdogs, making sure the office's functions ran smoothly and that there was little to no dawdling of any kind. But Nicki, being a horndog with little sense of personal space, was more interested in using the authority given to her to tease those under her supervision through physical and verbal means, and amongst all those she bothered to get handsy with, Ophelia was by far her favorite target. Even without knowing that she was Opera Brest, she saw fit to fondle Ophelia's breasts, ass and cock whenever she could, not caring who was watching or listening. She had that kind of protection backing her up. It was more than enough to annoy Ophelia, even when she managed to talk Nicki into engaging with her in a more direct and penetrative fashion in more secretive spots around the building, like the out-of-use restroom on the third floor. But it was thanks to Nicki that Ophelia got to meet, know, and also intimately engage with the last sex partner she had at the office...

Three months into Ophelia's employment at Asakai U.S. East, the office received a new intern: Max Monroe, a femboy recommended to a low-level position in the office by Nicki herself. Outside of his cute appearance and demeanor, as well as his shapely rear, Max wasn't awfully stand-out, especially compared to the futa herself. But getting to know him personally as she trained him, Ophelia discovered something definitely attention-grabbing about him: he was a big fan of futa porn, and that she was his favorite star above any and all others. And after letting him know that she and "Opera Brest" were one in the same, Ophelia and Max started up a relationship outside of work, the femboy now among the most recent additions to her group of close fuckbuddies.

Beyond Ophelia's sexual encounters with her four fellow employees, both inside and outside of the office, additional plots began to develop, the most notable one concerning Max. While out on the town the Saturday following their first night together, Ophelia would introduce him to Kanavalia "Kana" Przekop, an employee at a specialty lingerie store for futanari called "Pretty Packages", which is owned and run by her mother Lizlyra "Liz" Przekop, a Polish costume designer who has worked on several of Ophelia's films. Like Ophelia and Adriana, both Liz and Kana are hermaphrodite-type futas. While Liz is overseas in China designing outfits for a popular on-stage dominatrix, Kana has been running Pretty Packages in her place. During their visit, where Ophelia planned on buying him some cute and sexy underwear, Max hit it off with Kana and the two quickly became an item. A couple dates and subsequent visits to the Przekop family's high-rise condominium, which naturally involved plenty of sexual engagement, was more than enough to cement them as boyfriend and girlfriend. Or, technically speaking, femboyfriend and futafriend.

Also stemming from her visit to Pretty Packages with Max were Ophelia's concerns about her relationship with another sexfriend of hers: Japanese hermaphrodite-type futa Midori Kamiya, one of Ophelia's closest and one directly inspired to enter her country's burgeoning futa porn industry through her interactions, most of which were sexual, with the former star. Of all of Ophelia's connections, Midori was the most negatively impacted by her friend and mentor's sudden retirement, to the point where she's built up frustration and resentment towards her for being so blase about it with her. As to be expected, when Ophelia called her up to chat with her after eight months of near-radio silence (and, of course, discussing the possible grudge held against her with Max and Kana), those frustrations came pouring out in the form of accusations of devaluating their friendship to merely sex. Feeling bad for all of that, Ophelia suggested that Midori fly out to the U.S. so she can apologize properly in person; a proposition that Midori wholeheartedly accepted, with a couple easily met conditions attached.

However, Ophelia's upcoming visit from Midori is far from her biggest concern among her circle of sex partners. The biggest, in terms of mental energy, would be the ongoing mystery behind the identity of Max's roommate. The femboy has credited his roommate as being his biggest encouragement in embracing his perverted side and sexual urges, at least in private, and has sung her praises multiple times when telling Ophelia about her. And yet, when asked if she could meet said roommate, Max was hesitant to allow Ophelia the opportunity, his refusals coupled with sudden fear and flimsy excuses. Naturally, this led Ophelia to brainstorm possibilities behind Max's mystery roommate, initially assuming that she didn't even exist, that he made her up as a non-embarrassing justification for his subby desires. But additional thought and new pieces of information she learned after the fact clued her in towards one concrete possibility: that Max's roommate was none other than Nicki.

It all made sense. The hesitancy, their existing relationship, the fact that he carpooled with her to work every day... All that was left was confirmation. After confiding in this theory to Misty, Ophelia set to carrying out a plan to obtain proof for herself. A plan that, much to the chagrin of herself three months ago, involved going out for drinks with Nicki after work and heading back to her apartment for the shemale-on-futa sex they've engaged in as of recent. It very most likely would have ended inconclusively, as both Ophelia and Nicki, inebriated after their after-work visit to the bar, fell asleep after a couple rounds. But after Max, who spent his after-work hours with Kana at her condo, having the usual sex with her and also getting to meet Liz through a Skype call, returned to his place, he found Ophelia and Nicki in bed together, his shock at the sight waking the both of them up.

With Max locking himself in his own bedroom in further response, and Nicki departing to try and talk to him about it, Ophelia was left alone in Nicki's room, her theory now confirmed. And it's from that point where this RP, 2,952 replies in, now resumes...
 
"Mission accomplished."

Ophelia uttered those two words to no one but herself in the bedroom of her manager, the moment she was out of earshot. Still, she said them quietly, on the off-chance that Nicki could, in fact, hear her while her focus stayed on urging Max to let her into his room so she could explain herself. It was an off-chance she had just as much reason to brush off as she had to expect. But as surprising as the moment of discovery was, she felt pleased to know that her conclusion was the correct one. And yet, she felt down about it. Having orchestrated this scenario for her own gratification... There was no denying that this down feeling was, in fact, guilt. And it was something she'd have to contend with before long, a fact she knew even in this state of intoxication.

But at this moment, the guilt didn't matter. What did matter was passing her discovery along to the one other person who knew it as a likelihood. And so, she laid down on the bed, her prominent tits pressing against the bedspread as she reached over and rummaged around her discarded suit. After a few seconds of pawing at the pile, she felt her phone, then reached in to take it out. Immediately unlocking it and then pulling up her text log with Misty, she typed in a message that she hit send on within seconds of typing the last word.

Went out for drinks with Nicki, turned out like you think. Maxy walked in on us, that means I was right about them!

She lowered the phone afterwards, keeping a grip on it in the hopes that Misty might answer, even though she felt like it would drop as she slowly inched towards drifting off again.
 
After about two minutes, there wasn't any replies from Misty, but instead the voices between Max and Nikki could still be heard. "Max, come on out! At least listen to me!" She said in a loud voice, as the femboy's voice could be heard in the background. However it was muffled due to the closed door, so while the words couldn't be heard by the futa, she could hear just how upset he was.

As those two minutes passed, their voices stopped and footsteps could be hear instead. Nikki walked back into the bedroom with Ophelia in it. The shemale was shaking her head a little as she looked over at the girl lying on the bed and gave her a look that was unexpected by someone like her. She looked more serious than the futa would ever had seen her, before she would let out a deep and tired sigh.

"Look, it's not that I don't want you around, but I think it's best if you head home for tonight... I'll need to sort all of this out with Max, and I'll see if we can't resolve it all tomorrow." She said and looked like she was expecting Ophelia to move over and get dressed right away. This seemed to be almost the exact opposite of how Nikki used to behave.
 
The lack of an immediate response, which was reasonable for so late in the evening, was enough for the feelings she attempted to delay to crawl back to the forefront of her mind. That crawl inevitably turned into a flood the moment Nicki's attempts to urge Max out of his bedroom reached their loudest. It wasn't so much the former's pleading, but the latter's unintelligible cries that did it. With a morose sigh, she loosened her grip on the phone and let it drop, just remaining in place until one or both of them returned.

As she thought, Nicki came back after a brief period, the sound of her approach prompting the futa to raise her head and look directly at her. The guilty expression she wore since being caught in the act was on display, and was more than appropriate to match the shemale's uncharacteristically grave countenance. The words that followed were just as fitting, though there was an underlying relief that they were as gentle as they were. Still, the glare that came with those words got the point across effectively.

"Sure," Ophelia nodded. "Just give me a moment." She lifted herself up further, shifting positions so she was now sitting at the edge of the bed instead of laying on top of it. She reached down and collected her clothes, as well as her powered-down phone, and set them beside her on the bed. From there, she started redressing herself, first her underwear and then the clothes she wore. She tried to go about it as fast as she could, though it was difficult to do so, balancing both a half-sober mental state and what little patience Nicki was exhibiting, standing there and allowing her to make herself decent.

She buttoned her blouse but left the suitcoat undone, straightened out her skirt such that everything of hers was hidden, stuffed her phone in her lower left pocket, and picked up her heels, not even bothering to slip them on while still indoors. But before making her leave, she bowed her head to Nicki in a mix of gratitude and apology, made all the clearer by her parting words.

"Thank you for the, uh... for tonight, Nicki. Sorry that it got awkward at the end there. If you can, let Max know I'm sorry he saw us. I'll see you both tomorrow."

With that, she swiftly walked past Nicki and towards the door out, almost like she was hoping to put these recent events behind her, even though she knew full well they'd follow her into the morning to come...
 
As Ophelia quickly began to get dressed at Nikki's request, the shemale did turn around a little not look back at the futa. Even though she did peek back every now and again, and clearly felt some arousal from watching her naked body, she did her best to hide it. It was the complete opposite of how she usually behaved around Ophelia, and it showed for once just how serious she could be. Keeping her back towards the futa while looking over at the door into Max's room, she patiently awaited for her to get dressed without any interruption.

It wasn't until Ophelia stood up and her footsteps could be heard, that Nikki would turn around and see her giving a bow. Something that made the shemale give her a quick smile, along with a silent nod as she stepped to the side and allowed her to walk past her towards the door. "We'll talk tomorrow." She said in a low tone, as she waited until the she heard the door close once again.

After the futa had left, Nikki would slowly move over towards Max's door and sat on the outside of it. "She's left... Come out when you're ready to talk about it. I'll sit right here until then." She said and leaned back against the door, waiting for any moment that the femboy would decide to come out. If he would before the next workday was a question that would only be answered when they were all back at the office.

As for Ophelia, whenever she would get the time to check her phone again, she would have gotten a text from Misty, which read the following:

No waaaaaay!!! Gimme all the details!!!

There was another text that was sent about a minute after the first one.

No come on over to my place! Then I can get the juicy details!!!!
 
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At the last set of words Nicki brought herself to tell her before she left, Ophelia returned the favor with none, simply nodding to her before continuing on her way.

Once out the front door, she walked out to the parking lot, coming to a stop once on the blacktop. For a moment, she just stood and looked up at the night sky, which looked almost pitch black with all the streetlights switched on. In doing so, she let out a morose sigh. Not just because of what transpired over the past ten minutes or so, but because of how far she was from anywhere she could walk to spend the night. It was a good half an hour at least on foot to the office, a little longer to Liz and Kana's condo, and her own house? Forget it. She didn't want to deal with transport late at night, not in her current state and especially not if the driver of whatever Uber or Lyft she grabbed was looking to take advantage, so with only a minute's worth of internal deliberation, she decided she'd walk back to work, sleep in her car, and face tomorrow from there.

But before she could take the first step out towards the pedestrian walk running along the road, she got a buzz from her phone. It startled her some, moreso in terms of wakefulness than in any physical manner. After a brief delay, she reached in and fished it out. She was able to get in after two wrong tries at the unlocking pattern, and headed straight to her messages, as that was what the notification was for. She entered the app and there, she saw Misty's reply. As she read it, the second popped up. She couldn't help but smile at it. The idea of spending the night at Misty's completely slipped her mind, and there he was offering her the opportunity without even having the knowledge of her current situation to offer it. It was only right to respond, and so she did.

Sounds good! I'll be there in 20 to 30, and then I can get to sharing!

She followed it up with a second text, consisting solely of a pair of kissing emojis. With all of that delivered, she advanced forward, heading for Misty's place.
 
Misty would return Ophelia's text with kissing emojis as well before the futa would be on her way. His place would be a little closer to her than the office were, so it would be a maximum of 30 minutes before she would get there. Plus since it was technically was after a work day, the evening was quite quiet with minimal traffic and people outside, making sure that she wouldn't get any delay on her way to her femboy friend.

From the outside of the building, if Ophelia were to look up she would see that the light were still coming out of his apartment through the windows, showing that he was awake and clearly expecting her visit.
 
It took Ophelia a while to remember her way to Misty's place, especially since she was starting from someplace only barely familiar and also slightly drunk. The latter handicap also slowed her speed some, even with her heels off to make travel easier. Add to that a pit stop at a vending machine - from which she got nothing, as she remembered too late she left her wallet and the cash and cards inside back at the office parking garage - and she got to Misty's a little later than the 20 she set as a minimum, but still a few before the 30 on the other side of her estimation. She glanced up at the building, spotting where Misty's apartment was in reference to the rest. She smiled at the sight of the lights that were on inside, approaching the door to the building and heading in.

She knocked at the door to his apartment upon arrival and, once he opened up to greet her, she greeted him in turn, smiling and giving him a wave. "Heyyy, Misty~! Finally made it over, at long last!"
 
At the knock on the door, Misty eagerly moved over to open it and smiled widely as he saw Ophelia at it. The femboy was wearing a white bathrobe that was tied together at his waist, and it reached down below his knees, so it wasn't showing if he was wearing anything underneath it or not. "There's my favorite futa!" He said and quickly took a step off to the side to allow Ophelia to come into his place. In the living room, there was a few snacks along with a bottle of wine and a class that was half empty.

"Now get on the couch and gimme the juicy details!" He said in an almost demanding tone, as he quickly jumped onto his space and smiled widely at the futa. "Grab a glass and tell me everything. Did Max catch you two in the act? Or was he home when you and Nikki came home together?" He asked curiously.
 
"In the flesh!" Ophelia held up her right hand, balled into a fist, and proudly walked through the door, taking a seat on the couch next to Misty. She grabbed the empty glass and the wine bottle, pouring herself half of one. As she did, she started answering Misty's questions about her late-night adventure. Or at least, responding to them.

"You say you wanna know everything, and you want me to start at the end. Not a big surprise, coming from you, Misty, but even so, I'll tell you the answer once everything else is out of the way." She took a sip from her glass, then let out a refreshed sigh. "All right, so to start, after Maxy left, I went to Nicki's office and asked her if she had any plans. She didn't have any, beyond jacking off all night, so I made my move, asked if she wanted to go out for drinks then have some fun afterwards. She was all for it, up to taking me back to her place for said "fun". Once she was ready to go, we drove over to her place, walked to the bar, and packed away some drinks. She went for beer, I went for wine. Once we were tired of just sitting around and talking, we started making our way back to fuck. Though we made a pit stop in an alley on the way for a warm-up. Though that depends on if you call making out, a rimjob, then bukakke-ing my bare ass as a "warm-up"." She extended her fingers, one for each action, as she listed them off. "Though seeing how it was at her place that she started penetrating me, fucking my big beautiful ass like a rabbit on speed, a "warm-up" sounds pretty apropos." She paused to take another sip.

"But to answer your question, Maxy wasn't there when Nicki and I made it back. I imagine he was off at Kana's around then. We took a sleep break after a couple rounds of it, and it was then, when Maxy returned, that he caught us in the act!"
 
Max grinned widely as he watched Ophelia sit down and began to tell the story of how she hooked up with Nikki. "Well well, I guess she ain't all bad... Plus she sounds like she's quite a nice fuck as well, since you're letting her fuck your big ass like that... Don't tell me she's growing on you." He said playfully as he took a sip of his wine and heard the ending of Max walking in on them. "Oh my! I take it that Max didn't take too nicely... But then again, I wonder just what kind of relationship him and Nikki has." He said with a pondering look on his face. "But tell me, how did it end? It couldn't go down well since you're here."
 
"You don't even need to ask to know she is. I know, I'm shocked by it, too. Just goes to show that her sexual harassment being as public as she saw fit to make it was my real problem with her."

"Oh my! I take it that Max didn't take too nicely... But then again, I wonder just what kind of relationship him and Nikki has."

"Beyond them being roommates, it beats me. I'm thinking cousins at most."

"But tell me, how did it end? It couldn't go down well since you're here."

"You're right, it didn't," the futa spoke a little more somberly. "Maxy got so distressed seeing me in bed with Nicki... hell, you could even go so far as to call it "upset"... he just ran off and locked himself in his room. Nicki tried to get him to come out so she could explain herself, but from what I heard, he wouldn't budge. I texted you while that was going on, and afterwards, she came in and told me to leave. Not because she was mad about what happened or anything, just that it would be the best thing for all parties. She probably thought that, as long as I was in the other room, he wouldn't come out or let her in or whatever. I was pretty down about the whole thing, too, having played them like that, so I left without protest. Then you texted me back, invited me over, saved me from having to stew in my own guilt in the backseat of my Eclipse, and well... that's the thick of it."
 
Max kept quiet while Ophelia revealed the ending to the story and how it was when she left Nikki and Max's place. "Well I guess it's good that you're not sleeping in your own car tonight." He said with a warm smile before taking another ship of wine. "Though it sounds like something you'll get to talk with both of them about at the office tomorrow... Honestly I think it's just the surprise factor here. Max seeing his pornstar idol getting fucked in the ass by his roommate... I mean, he might have himself a cute futa girlfriend, but he's still quite the shy boy... He ain't like us, at least not yet." He said with a reasurring smile towards Ophelia to try and cheer her up a little. "Besides, now you're going to the bottom of this little secret, at least between you three... Then you can go back to fucking both of them... Well, getting back to fucking Max, and getting fucked by Nikki. Not a bad sandwich to be in between." He said and let out a soft chuckle.
 
"Mm-hmm," Ophelia nodded. "With Nicki, at least. It's still anyone's guess if Max will be up for it so soon." She took another sip, listening to Misty as he continued his thoughts and responding in kind. First with a shake to the head in agreement that Max wasn't like her or Misty, then with words to his assurance that things would settle between them before long. "Ain't that the truth," she remarked with a soft chuckle. "But 'til then, the only one I'll be fucking and get fucked by is you, Misty~." She leaned in and kissed him on the cheek, holding it for a few seconds with a soft hum before pulling back.
 
Misty couldn't help but grin widely as Ophelia moved in and kissed him with those teasing words. "Oh I feel honored to have the one and only Opera Brest all to myself." He said with a chuckle as he moved to sit in the futa's direction, moving his legs apart to show that he wasn't wearing anything underneath his bathrobe. "Plus it would be the first time I've ever heard you come over to someone's place for one night, and decide to only sleep... A futa like you got too much of a sex drive to only do that." He said with a teasing voice while grinning widely at the futa. "Besides you know I'm the best femboy in town, and you always want a piece of this."
 
Ophelia glanced down at Misty's crotch as he parted his robe to reveal his nude form underneath, licking her lips at the sight. She soon looked back up at him, moving a bit closer. "That I do, babe. Maxy's got a ton of potential, yeah, but he doesn't have near the amount of experience that you do~." She reached down and started stroking his cock. "Now then, how do you wanna start? Your dick in me, or mine in you?"
 
Misty gave Ophelia a grin. "Damn right he doesn't... But he will in time." He said before letting out a soft moan as the futa began to stroke his dick, letting it quickly start to get harder from her touch. "And since I got so much experience, I know that futas like you rarely ever stop once they got their dick inside someone... So I gotta start out with mine in yours." He said and gave her a wink. "Plus it's been a while since I last gave you some nice femboy dick."
 
Ophelia chuckled softly in response to Misty's wink and knowing remark. "That's right. Though before you go plowing me proper, I think another hole of mine should get a chance at servicing this nice dick first~." With little warning beyond her teasing remarks, Ophelia bent over and took Misty's cock into her mouth, continuing to stroke the lower half of his shaft as she started bobbing her head up and down, her tongue gliding against his member with each motion.
 
Misty giggled a little before feeling Ophelia starting to suck on his cock. It made him moan a bit louder, as he opened up his bathrobe and soon slipped fully out of it. "Mmm I could get used to this... Keep this up and I'll ask you to stick around for more than just one night." He said with a chuckle before he let out another moan, this time loud enough to let her know that his cock was now fully had and ready.
 
Ophelia's focus remained on fellating Misty, her position shifting on the couch as she took more of his length into her mouth, though she took the time to laugh some at his remarks. She almost reached up to fondle his balls, but relented at his emphatic moan: a familiar sign that he was ready to use it on more than just her mouth. And so, she lifted herself up, wiped her mouth clean, then started unbuttoning her suitcoat and blouse. "Since I'm your guest and everything, I'll leave it up to you what hole you wanna stick it in."
 
"Well in that case... Hearing you talk so much about your big beautiful ass, you tempt me to pick that one." Misty replied with a wide grin as he moved up and closer to the futa. "And it truly is very big and very beautiful... Even if it's not as beautiful as mine." He said with a pleased grin on his face. "It still deserves a lot of love from yours truly." He said as he moved behind the futa and put his hands on her butt and fondled her until she was fully undressed.
 
"Whatever you say, babe~." Ophelia let out another soft chuckle as she pulled her coat and blouse off, following up with her bra. She took care to pull down her skirt and panties without getting in the way of Misty's caresses, letting them gently and naturally drop. As they did, her cock and balls found themselves on full display, her shaft half-erect. Taking notice, she grinned, gripping it at the base and letting it waggle as she turned to face the femboy. "On that note, you mind giving me some warm-up too? Or would you rather wait 'til it's your turn to get plowed?"
 
Misty couldn't help but blush a little as he saw Ophelia's cock in the open and how she was swinging it playfully around. "Well I actually got something third in mind for that part." He said with a wicked grin, and moved his hands off the futa's ass. "Why don't you lie down your back and let this experienced femboy take care of the rest for now?" He asked her in a playful tone. "You won't regret it."
 
"Oh? Well, I can't wait to see what it is, then." Ophelia let go of her cock and, per Misty's suggestion, laid down on the couch, closing her eyes and settling in. "Mmm, try not to go too easy on me, now~."
 
"Like I'd ever go easy on you... I've seen what you can handle." Misty said before moving in and lined his cock up with Ophelia's asshole. Just before he would start pushing his length inside of her, he would quickly grab her cock and line it up between her big breasts, as he leaned down and gave it a long and wet lick along it's full length towards the tip. As soon as he reached as far up as he could, he would push his dick inside of her big ass, let out a loud moan, before he began to lick her cock eagerly. "See? I'm experienced enough to multitask some lewd things."
 
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