Life was going pretty well for Agnessa. She had come to the United States 5 years ago from Ukraine and had successfully gotten her green card. After working at her uncle's custodial company, she was able to get a cushy job as a live-in housekeeper for a wealthy family in Delaware.
Mr. Richards was the owner of a property investment company, and lived in a large mansion with his wife and daughter. All her life, Agnessa had been told by her parents that Americans were spoiled and wasteful people; though she knew that not to be true, the Richards family didn't help fight that stereotype. They threw decadent parties, drove nice cars, and only ate food that had been freshly cooked. They had given her a small bedroom in their monster of a home. Her life consisted of fitting into their exorbitant lifestyle.
Agnessa didn't really mind working for the Richards family. Sure, Mr. Richards slept with his female employees, numerous strippers, and other women. Sure Mrs. Richards didn't do anything but sit around with her friends and drink. Sure their daughter Jody brought strange people over the house and strange times of the day. At least Agnessa was living well.
For instance, Mr. and Mrs. Richards had left for a 2 week vacation to a spa resort in St. Kitts, leaving the house to their Ukrainian housemaid. Agnessa had been really enjoying the last few days. She lounged around the pool, ate grass-fed steaks for dinner, and drank the finest liquors. It was as if she had been granted a mini-vacation.
That Friday night, after having dinner, Agnessa was feeling extremely daring. She went to Mrs. Richards' closet, which was the size of a small apartment, and began trying on some clothes. On a good day, Mrs. Richards would spend on clothes and jewelry what most people would spend on a mortgage.
After trying on tons of designer clothing, Agnessa found a dress she really liked: a red-sequined gown from Vera Wang. She had been looking at herself in the mirror for hours with the garment on. The high slits on both sides of the gown showed off her long, silky legs. The plunging neckline displayed Agnessa's enormous, perfect breasts. She turned around and waved her curvy backside in a seductive manner, admiring her reflection.
As she played with her long, whitish blonde hair, she lamented that she would never find a man for two reasons. The first reason was that she was what Americans called a "butter face". Despite her amazingly well-endowed body, her face was far from the classical beauty that men fell for. She had a huge, bulbous nose, bushy eyebrows, big lips, and gapped teeth. More than once, she'd been reached for by men on the street, only to have them recoil when they saw her face.
The second reason was right between her legs. Agnessa gazed down at the enormous tent in the crotch of the dress she was wearing. She had decided not to wear her panties, liking the feel of the fabric against her enormous cock.
She had been born a hermaphrodite. Her parents could not afford the surgery to remove her male parts, so she had learned to live with them. From the time she was born, she had always felt female, and identified as such.
Two years ago, she'd befriended an American girl named Susie, to whom she had revealed her secret. Susie had told her that the new term for people like Agnessa was futanari. Susie was the first female Agnessa had ever penetrated. For a few glorious months, they shared a very physical relationship, which ended after a pregnancy scare.
Since then, Agnessa had never forgotten those wonderful weeks of raw, primal sex. There was many a night that she dreamed of Susie sucking on her huge cock. Maybe she could save up enough money to get plastic surgery to remove her male parts and fix up her face.
"Um, what are you doing in here?"
Agnessa shrieked and whirled around to see two teens staring at her with expressions of amazement and amusement. The one who had asked her the question was Jody Richards, the only daughter of her employer. She was a slim, beautiful girl with green eyes, and short, dark brown hair that was tied back in a ponytail. She was clad in a black shirt, a plaid mini-skirt, and black leggings, which was totally in line with her style as a rebellious teenager. She was always dressing like she was going to a club or concert.
Standing beside her was her friend Declan, a skinny boy with dyed black hair that grew so long that the bangs almost obscured his eyes, which were covered in eyeshadow. He was always coming over the house to drink and do drugs with Jody. Like her, he was always wearing tight, dark clothing, and had black lipstick on, too.
"Geez, Agnessa," Jody chuckled. "I had no idea that you did THIS while we were gone!"
"I always thought you drank vodka and had Russian mobsters over," Declan said.
"She's Ukrainian, stupid."
"Whatever."
"I'm sorry, Miss Jody," Agnessa said. "Please, do not tell your parents."
"Really? Because I really think they would be interested about that thing you're packing down there."
Agnessa swiftly turned her back to the youngsters in horror. She had totally forgotten about her erection. She really wanted to run out of the closet and hide in her room for the rest of the night, but the kids were blocking the door to the closet.
"Seriously," Jody continued as she inched closer to her. "I never thought you would be a futanari."
"I know," Declan agreed. "You've got a hot body!"
"Please, children," Agnessa said. "I really need to leave."
The European woman gasped as she felt a female body pressed against her back, and a pair of young hands fondling her breasts. Agnessa moaned as the 18 year old girl squeezed her chest. Against her will, she felt her cock gaining new vitality.
"GOD! You have some big tits!"
"Miss Jody, please! This is bad!"
"Yeah, it is," Jody chuckled. "Just shut up and let me feel them some more."
Agnessa's only reply was to moan and struggle futilely as Jody enjoyed her flesh melons. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Declan walk in front of her and crouch in front of her. Before she could even stop him, he moved the front of the gown skirt aside, allowing Agnessa's large shaft to swing out into the open. Agnessa wailed in arousal and terror at herself being bared. Declan had to move his head in order to keep the massive schlong from uppercutting him in the jaw.
"Holy fuck!" Declan laughed. "This thing is huge!"
"No, please, do not look!" Agnessa cried.
"Really?" Jody said as she looked around to see what Declan was talking about. The girl did a double-take. "Holy shit!"
"Don't, Miss Jody!"
"Come on! Your dick looks great! I even like the foreskin!"
"Circumcision is so George Orwell," Declan said.
The Emo boy grabbed Agnessa's dick with a devious smile and began stroking it. Agnessa moaned loudly as her enormous glans emerged from her foreskin. Declan used his free left hand to massage her testicles, which were covered in dark gold pubic hair. Her sense of decorum was quickly drowning in a sea of lust as the teens lavished her body with attentions long forgotten. She stamped her bare feet on the floor madly, trying not to cum.
She quickly looked down after feeling something wet on her urethra. Declan was licking the tip of her penis, moaning softly as he tasted her flesh. Her eyes widened at the sight; this was the first time a man had ever given her this kind of attention.
"No! That is not a good thing that you do!"
"Relax! You taste so good! I'll be gentle," Declan said before resuming his licking.
"I had a feeling about you," Agnessa said. "You like men?"
