Trophy Satisfaction

So...this has futa. Its a futa/milf story, point in fact. AND, it's a cheating story.

Also? It's interracial.

Hope you don't mind that.

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Money is power. Money is time. Money is life.

Money made things move and made them change, but for all that money led to many things, it wasn't the start. It was merely the way.

So it was, then, that things that could get you money were where the start laid.

For Jenna? That start was beauty. That start was being attractive. That start was being seductive. Being an astoundingly beautiful woman had always got her the things that she wanted, as she'd always known. Favors, opportunities, money and high regard.

Today? It would get her a rich husband. But as admittedly nice as that was, that was too, merely a means to an end.

Because what she had an eye for, a goal in mind, was a set of circumstances that could only ever come about if she forced them to.

Jenna was a black woman of statuesque profile; She was six feet tall, her shoulders were narrow but defined, her legs were very long and even her cheeks were high. Along with her sharp nose, her slim, if shapely lips, her narrow chin and her slender neck, she had a noblesse mien to her. Something that would have been eye-catching even if she hadn't been a complete package.

But she was.

Her tits were double D, enough to fill the hands of the man she was marrying today. Her stomach was slim, enough for her fiancee to circle his arms over, but they quickly broadened into wide hips. Her thighs helped filled her dress as her calves cut forms into the floor, but it was her ass that she was most proud of: Each of her ass cheeks was as big as her head.

With such a cutting figure, she had always known that she was bound for the high life among those who could not decide which of their Ferraris they would ride. A trophy wife, in short. Which was, of course, why she couldn'tt be satisfied JUST with that.

"Alright, love, the ceremony will begin in a bit," Desmon Faufner, her husband, told her as he sat next to her. They were sitting at a table all to themselves, waiting for people to come and talk to them rather than show obvious favoritism by sitting at a table with friends and family. They would freely mingle after the ceremony, of course, but it was a rather plain truth that the richer someone was, the more the opinions of their peers mattered to them.

Desmon was fine. Honestly, Jenna wasn't unhappy to spend the rest of her life with him.

Oh, he was shorter than she was, but that wasn't something she could hold against him. He was rather boring at times, but she hadn't picked him because he could entertain her. He was reasonably fit and so their nights weren't total write-offs, but as the trophy wife she had always known that it was up to HER to impress.

Given that she was a futanari, a woman with a cock? Her wedding to him more than showcased how much she'd succeeded. She had reeled him to the point that, when she revealed her male genitals, he had fallen far too much into her hands to reject her. An accomplishment made even more impressive, considering how big her assets were:

There was no downplaying it, when it came down to it she utterly dwarfed her husband where it mattered. Her cock was two inches over a foot of length and had the width of her own wrist. Her mushroom was a huge thing that was bigger than his fist, and her testicles were meaty factories that were as large as tangerines.

With time, she was sure, she could end up fucking him instead. She was very sure of it. But as entertainingly emasculating as that was, it was just an errant thought. Something to consider if she ever got bored.

But then, she didn't think she ever would. No when the true reason for this marriage looked so fucking appetizing.

"I'll go to the waiting room then," Jenna told her fiancee in the soft voice that she knew had initially captured his interest.

"Are you sure you are ok with my mother walking you down the aisle?" Desmon, not for the first time asked.

"I have no daddy," Jenna leaned in to kiss her fiancee on the cheek as she got up, "And it would be improper for your father to be alone with me. Your mother is more than fine."

"If you say so, love," her husband shot her smile as Jenna walked away where her true goal was.

Jenna could have married many other men. Ones just as rich and influential as Desmon was. Some that looked better than he did, even. But they all failed the one iron-bound quality that she needed them to have.

"Jenna, are you ready?" smiled Dorothy, the matriarch of the Faufner family asked.

She was what made marrying Desmon worth it; She was an astoundingly beautiful, breedable bitch of a MILF.

She was 40 years old, petite and plumb. She had creamy white skin, lively yellow hair, and deep blue eyes. Her nose was a button, her lips were huge, lovely and shapely. Oh, there were a few crows feet starting to form in the corner of her eyes and her mouth, evidence of how much she laughed, but they only added to her allure.

They only served to compliment her matronly body.

Her hips were wider than Jenna's. That was the first thing the futanari beauty noticed. Those amazing handles swelled almost as wide as a door frame. Thick meaty thighs came down from there and made Jenna's hands twitch to just get in there. Her tits, too, were impressive, being G cup orbs that, somehow, still managed to be perky and uptight.

Her small shoulders, along with her 5 feet and 4 inches of height, made the older white woman look as though she was nothing but hips, ass, and tits! As if she were nothing more than something for her to push down and breed.

The urge to force herself down on her had been almost irresistible for Jenna when she first met her. Soft pliable fuck meat like her husband's mother more than deserved to be taken, but Jenna would not have risen to where she now was if she didn't have a modicum of self-control. The fact that she needed discipline at all, however, more than cemented Desmond as Jenna's future spouse.

Something he really should thank his mother for one of these days.

"Almost," Jenna returned the smile as she sauntered into the room.

And closed the door behind her.

""Now, we'll just wait here and-oh," the smile slipped from the white milf as Jenna slapped a hand on her ass.

"Ooooh!" she gasped as Jenna pushed her fingers into the cloth of her dress, and dug her digits into her ass along with her dress.

"We-you are about to get married!" Dorothy breathed out in panic as Jenna bent down to grab the bottom of her skirt. There was purpose to the move, its intention obvious.

The skirt went up.

"I'll be fast," Jenna promised, purposefully missing the point as she draped the dress on top of her forearms and attacked her mother-in-law from her pussy and her ass.

One year. That was how long it had taken Jenna to get to this point with her dear hubby's mom. Just as she worked her magic with the white man, so too did she work her wiles on his mother. She started small with both, of course, but the groundwork she made with the blond man had all been so that she could do THIS.

"That's not the point!" Dorothy tensed as Jenna pushed her panties into her labia and her ass. The soft cloth muted the feeling of her labial lips, but the string going through her ass? It allowed Jenna to feel everything.

Jenna was in a white wedding outfit, of course, sans only her veil. But then, that thing was being crushed in her mother-in-law's hands as the black futa massaged her pussy and the insides of her cheeks.

Truth was, she had only "broken" ground lately. Barely a month before her wedding, the black futa was presented with some vulnerability. One she pounced on right away.

A light peck to the lips.

That was all it took to get started.

Oh, she apologized afterward and things were awkward, but after the door was open the only things Jenna really needed were "excuses" to do all of this to the foxy mom.

They were in a little room in the hall of a grand hotel. It was rented at some outrageous price, no doubt, but it didn't matter; the walls were sturdy and firm. The ambivalent music of the venue was loud and everywhere. The guests were on their seats, now, with both Jenna's fiancee and Dorothy's husband standing before all of them on a podium.

Jenna and Dorothy were supposed to wait until they were called out, a change in the music to signify it. Dorothy was supposed to be calming Jenna's nerves and to, perhaps, give her last-minute advice as everyone waited for them.

Eyes were on their room, rather than on the priest starting to talk. People that knew them, or knew of them, waiting for the traditional bridal walk down the floor. One to remember, even, with the level of beauty they both held.

All of that, every single bit of it, would be ruined if say-

"Oh god!" Dorothy moaned as Jenna got to her little nub at the top of her clit, barely moaning outloud as the futanari simultaneously slipped through her g-string and pushed at her sphincter with her finger tip.

-Dorothy was to scream about what Jenna was doing to her.

The milf had been careful not to show a vulnerable side to Jenna again. But that didn't stop Jenna from normalizing light touches, "friendly" pecks on the lips, and many accidental brushes. Progress to be sure, but slow progress all the same.

What she needed was-

"P-please, think about my husband, think about my son!" Dorothy wailed as Jenna played with both, rubbing and prodding as she stood closer and closer to the milf.

-a reason for the delicious milf to not say a thing.

Despite the woman's recalcitrance, Jenna had worked on her all this time, so it was only inevitable that she get wet. It was only to be expected that she flush and moan as Jenna pressed her own tits against her shoulder. It was only natural that she melted in her dark grasp, as her fingers accidentally "slipped"-

"FUC-hmph!" Dorothy clicked her teeth shut as she shuttered, Jenna's pussy finger wetting wet and her ass finger feeling the milf's anus convulse around it.

-and went into both of her holes.

The music changed.

"Well, now, that was just what I needed to calm my nerves," Jenna thanked her mother-in-law as she brought both of her index fingers to her face.

And licked them.

"S-sure," Dorothy looked away, guilt and shame written all over her face.

"So come on, mother," Jenna offered her arm.

"Give me to your son."

The older white woman shakenly did so and they both walked down the aisle, arm in arm.

Jenna was resplendent, as always, and her now-husband looked as if he couldn't believe his luck. His father, Desmond Sr, looked proud for his own part.

But Dorothy? She managed to at least keep her face featureless through the whole thing.

Neither positive nor negative feelings came out of that face for the rest of the night. "Dignified" was how some people put it, but Jenna decided then and there she did not like that face.

She was going to have to make her pay for it.

And once she got back from her honeymoon, she went right to work doing just that.

"How was the trip, son?" Desmond Sr. asked when they visited the home of the older couple. It was, actually, a rather humble place for all the wealth that they had. Small enough to only need a single maid, even.

But then, housing in the skyscrapers of this city came at an outrageous premium; having enough space to put a washing machine here was considered the realm of the VERY well-off, and the Faufner home was big enough to merit said maid. Evidence that everything was relative to something else.

Jenna's husband was now talking with his father in the living room, chatting and catching up with him after a whole month of being abroad.

Jenna? She was in the kitchen with her mother-in-law, a room next to theirs. There with Dorothy on her knees, her eyes wide with both fear and awe as Jenna unzipped her pants.

And pulled out a foot and two-inch-long black cock.

The second they had entered the house, Jenna took her mother-in-law's hand and pulled her into this room, the time away from her wearing at her self-control and patience. This had left both her husband and father-in-law a little bit confounded, but since the white milf hadn't made a spectacle of it they had figured that this was normal.

Never mind that Dorothy was simply too shocked to put up a fight. All that mattered was that Jenna had her alone, to herself.

"W-what is the meaning of this?" the white cow had attempted to gain some semblance of control. But, of course, after everything that had gone on? It was too late for it.

Jenna grabbed her hair and, very deliberately, pulled her down. The milf whined and moaned, of course, but she didn't scream for help. She didn't call for either her husband or her son. She did nothing but start breathing faster as her cheeks flushed.

"T-that is fucking monstrous," the mother of Jenna's hubby uttered the first curse word that she'd ever heard from her as Jenna revealed her huge dick, "It's not gonna fit!"

Jenna quirked an eyebrow, "Oh, that's what's important now? Not upset that I am cheating on your son with your doughy ass?"

"That's-" Dorothy hissed and glared at her, "-why are you doing this?"

"Because," Jenna told her, "you are with it."

She pinched her mother-in-law's nose and raised it up, forcing her mouth open.

Then she pressed her cock head against her juicy lips, making her gag with the pre-cum that started oozing into it.

One month. One month of satisfying her husband's every need and not her true desires. One month of thinking about the double handjob she gave this bitch and the insanity that she hadn't gotten one of her own. One month of her husband dancing around her cock and testicles, essentially edging her the whole way as he delighted in her pussy.

He wasn't bad, truth be told.

But he wasn't this delicious white bitch.

Dorothy grabbed the hand pulling her mouth open by the nose, but she didn't trash against it or try to get it away. She didn't yell "rape!" as Jenna made her glans constrict under those delicious lips. She didn't even try to get away!

She kept looking at Jenna with wide eyes as the black futa forced her mouth open to the point that Jenna almost felt the jaw dislocate. But just as the white milf was about to panic, Jenna's monstrous cock head simply...slipped in.

"HMPH!" Dorothy moaned as Jenna's purple mushroom rasped along her tongue and the ceiling of her mouth. So big was the black futa's plunger, that she even had to stop briefly as she got to her mother-in-law's larynx.

It felt so. Fucking. GOOD.

A single push of her hips was enough to get her cock going down her throat.

"Here, give me those hands," Jenna half grunted, half moaned under the delicious pressure of the throat of the mother of her husband, "Put them to work."

She made Dorothy's hands circle around her testicles and made forced them to massage her nuts, "I know you've been with a wimp like your husband your whole life, but THIS is how you treat a true dick!"

Jenna testily let go of the white milf's hands, but Dorothy didn't stop gripping them or massaging them when she did so. Rather, her fingers started roaming, feeling every inch of Jenna's baby-making cream factories.

'See? You are already learning," Jenna sneered at her mother-in-law, grabbing her by the hair once again, both hands this time.

And pulled her head into her cock.

It was comical how her throat bloated in the shape of her glans. As well as the tears starting to come down her cheeks.

Jenna didn't stop until her dick was a mere few inches from Dorothy's stomach, the white bitch's lips gluing to the base of the black futa's crotch. Jenna's black curlies made the rich white woman's nose disappear, but still, she pulled at her hair, trying to push as much as she could.

Then she graciously allowed Dorothy to pull back.

With a great heaving gasp, Dorothy sucked in air through her nose once Jenna's cock wasn't blocking her airway anymore.

By this point, she was a mess, with her makeup running down with her tears, and snot starting to fall from her cute button nose. She was as red as a tomato as she desperately gasped for breath.

But she did not, Jenna noted once again, try to pull her cock out of her mouth.

"Take a deep breath, you fucking slut," Jenna growled at her, "I am not stopping now until I come."

Dorothy desperately did as she ordered, taking a few deep breaths before Jenna's hands pulled at her head-

"Fuck yes!" Jenna moaned.

-and invaded her throat once more.

In truth, Jenna could have romanced the lovely breeding whore that her husband had for a mother. She could have taken it slow after what they did at the wedding, and she would have been at this stage in a few months. She was sure of it.

But Jenna didn't exactly want a romance with her mother-in-law.

She wanted to dominate her. She wanted to fuck her so thoroughly, so harshly, that the woman would not be able to live without her. She wanted to make her experience such heavenly depravity that Dorothy would never be able to come back to a normal life. Soul and body, she wanted to mark and own this woman!

And that required that Jenna show her that she did not care one single bit for any of her so called "boundaries".

As she smashed Dorothy's head and lips into her crotch, her pubic hairs being the only cushion she had, as meaty sounds floated in the kitchen as both their husbands chatted in the room next over, as the white milf STILL kept squeezing on Jenna's balls as the futa expanded her esophagus....the woman did nothing to stop this.

"Fuck, I am coming!" Jenna moaned through clenched teeth as she pulled hard on her mother-in-law's hair, making taking her cock as far into her esophagus as she could. Her testicles clenched and rich and fat semen made Dorothy's throat bloat that bit more as they went through Jenna's cock.

"HMMPH!" Dorothy's yell was muffled by Jenna's cock as the floor below them splashed with a delude of milf vaginal juice. She was orgasming even as Jenna's cock exploded in her esophagus. Or, perhaps, precisely BECAUSE Jenna was using her as she should.

Semen that was more like mud than any true liquid, that was like mush in truth, hit the wall of Dorothy's stomach, forcing her to swallow if she didn't want to drown in it. Hyper-thick semen simply because of how oversaturated with healthy futanari sperm it was immediately sunk into her stomach juices.

And promptly began expanding the older blonde's stomach.

"This is all you are good for, bitch," Jenna grunted with satisfaction as she made her mother-in-law down ounce after ounce of her cum, "Learn to love it because you are going to be eating it till you die!"

The woman in question was barely there as it was, being a hair's breadth from fainting. But that was fine.

Her orgasm had ended.

With a shutter, Jenna started to pull her cock out of her mother-in-law's throat and mouth, content to repeat herself in the future if she had to.

The sperm that she shot had backwashed back up, but it was only when Jenna was trying to pry her glans out of her mouth that she noticed to what degree; slow mushy cum started to slide down both of Dorothy's nostrils.

No sooner had Jenna popped her cock out of Dorothy's lips with a meaty sound, that the milf had her hands on the ground.

She was coughing sperm into the floor as she desperately tried to get air inside of her lungs.

"That was nice, wasn't it?" Jenna asked as she caressed her mother-in-law's head, "I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did."

Dorothy's coughs didn't let her answer, but the big puddle of pussy excretions on the floor was enough proof, Jenna supposed.

"But a question, Dorothy," Jenna said, Dorothy getting enough control of her body to clean her mouth with her wrist and look up at her.