Futanari Butt Ninja: Sweet Puckering Surrender
Sakira is a Ninjutsu practitioner who agrees to give Danny some lessons. During a private training session, the growing bulge under her uniform catches Danny off guard when she has him pinned to the floor mat. He had no idea his sensei is futanari. As if that wasn’t startling enough, what Danny finds more surprising is that this futa on male encounter triggers a growing bulge of his own.
Reluctant and embarrassed, Danny pleads for Sakira to release him from her clutches, but she refuses. His training demands that he free himself given what he’s learned. Perhaps this distraction has resulted in forgetting his lessons, or maybe he likes being pinned down by his dominant futanari sensei.
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Sakira is a futanari? I’ve heard about them, but I’ve never been with one. At least, it never crossed my mind that I would. For as long as I’ve known her, I didn’t once think that Sakira was one of them. My being in a mild choke-hold is the last thing on my mind. All I can think of is Sakira having a dick, and it’s pressed firmly against my ass. My squirming must have aroused her, because now her erection is fully hard.
I begin to feel a little uncomfortable and embarrassed. I’ve been attracted to Sakira all this time and didn’t know. What am I to do with my feelings for her? I struggle to break free from her grasp. We wiggle around and I’m able to move onto my back. She still has a strong hold of my neck, and slightly applies pressure with her forearm.
I’m so distracted now that I can’t remember my training. I helplessly struggle to break free and get her off me, but she’s able to maintain her grip and ends up between my legs, spreading them apart with her own. Now, I’m even more embarrassed because her hard cock is mashing against mine, and my dick is starting to get hard.
“No! Stop! Get off!”
At first, it’s like I was yelling out to my dick, commanding it to stay soft and flaccid. I soon realize that it isn’t going to stop growing and swelling in size, so I panic and yell for Sakira to get off me. I inherently know that it is a part of my training to strategically free myself using what I’ve learned, but I don’t want her to feel my dick getting hard. Too late.
“If you want me off, you’ve got to get me off. Besides, I think you’re starting to like me being on top. Aren’t you?”, Sakira teases as she playfully humps around on my cock.
“No! That’s not it! It’s doing it by itself, it’s out of my control!”, I helplessly plead, confused as to why a futa on male encounter would trigger an erection?
“Awe. So, you mean to tell me that you have no control over your dick? I think it likes me.”, she says, and she manages to turn me back over onto my stomach.
Now, Sakira has me in a full head-lock and is repeatedly mashing her hard futa-dick into my buttocks. I continue to squirm around in a panicked frenzy, but nothing works as I’ve lost my focus. I end up relaxing into what’s happening to me, calming myself so that I can think clearly.
“Danny, you could get out of this head-lock if you really wanted to. Do you? Or, is my futanari sexuality turning you on?”, Sakira softly says into my ear.
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