Ted reached his new French manicured right hand down his pantyhose to find his new equipment. He was in total shock after his science teacher Ms. Fiona Faux swapped their bodies after class during detention! He woke up in her back office, locked in from the outside, and stuck in her very busty curvy figure!
So I can home and told my Girfriend who is always open minded, that we should do a threesome. She said She would have to think about it. The next day I came home early and I seen Brad at the house, I was talking to him and ask what brings him here and he said my Girlfriend ask him to come that we need his help. As she walked in to the living room she handed me a drink and said Brad is here to help us. I said in what way as I was drinking the shake she gave me. She said were going to do a threesome like i wanted to do. I told her not with Brad and me, I wanted two girls and as i said that i felt dizzy. All I heard her say is yes two girls and Brad. As I felt my body change and I was now on all 4’s and Brad was doggie styling me with my new pussy. I just couldn’t get enough of him into me and my Girlfriend was getting her pussy eatting out and saying that my idea of a threesome was an excellent idea.
A week had passed and Lex Luthor was becoming a bit more comfortable in Kara’s body. Being Kara Danvers meant that she now had to copy her mannerisms and personality in both her superhero alter ego and in her regular life. So far, she had not found a way to get close enough to Superman to hurt him.
Chris and Mark had been arguing over what made a woman cum. Chris made the point that while women did enjoy getting fucked, a well placed tongue with stamina is what got a girl off. Mark was certain that eating a girl out was just foreplay and only a good dicking would get her where she needed to be.
I guess you could say I’m going out with a bang.
The witch was pretty clear with her curse: I would be trapped as a woman until I finally had sex with a man. Little did she know that being a woman is the one thing I’ve always wanted. I thought I would be content just masturbating as long as I got to keep this body, but it just made me hornier. Porn and dildos weren’t cutting it, and a female lover still couldn’t satisfy. I need the real thing.
Jason was a college roommate. I remember spending many nights on the other side of a door with a sock on the handle while Jason satisfied women for hours, women who always came back begging for more. If I’m only going to have sex in this body once, it’s going to be with someone who knows what they’re doing. I know where Jason works so I “accidentally” bumped into him outside his office building today. A pro like Jason could never resist a woman as hot as I am, especially if he can sense that she’s aching for it. As soon as we made eye contact, he immediately went into seduction mode – not that he needed to do a lot of work.
We rushed over to his place and immediately began attacking each other. Jason tore off my sheer blouse sending buttons flying across the room. I yanked off his tie and treated his shirt the same way. We clawed each other’s backs and licked each other’s chest. Like magic, he managed to make my bra disappear so that he could bury his face in my tits – such beautiful tits. I’m sure going to miss them. They feel even more incredible than I ever thought possible with a man’s hands on them, and my moans of pleasure let Jason know that his work was appreciated.
The foreplay didn’t last long. We were both too wild, too hungry. Jason slipped his hands beneath my leather skirt and grabbed me by the ass cheeks. I felt the bulge in his pants grow even harder when he found I wasn’t wearing any panties. Then, without any warning, he lifted me into the air. His strength made me giddy, and he carried me around with ease. I hooked my legs around his back, not because he needed the support, but so that I could hump him like an animal in heat. He dumped me onto the bed, and we quickly discarded the rest of our clothes. But just as he was poised at the edge of my vagina, ready to skewer me on his iron rod, I uttered the most unthinkable word possible: “Wait.”
This was it, my last moment as a woman. I knew I had to say goodbye, but I wanted to cherish the moment. And by “cherish the moment,” I mean enjoy just a few more blissful female orgasms while I still have a pussy. Jason knows how to please a woman, and he gladly let me work myself into a frenzy, enjoying the view while I fingered myself into oblivion. Having his eyes on me only made the whole experience hotter. It’s the most amazing pleasure I’ve ever experienced. But even this isn’t enough.
And now I understand that it really is a curse. I won’t feel complete in this body until it’s been impaled on a man’s shaft, but as soon as I achieve that, I have to say goodbye to this body forever. It’s torture. And the longer I put it off, the more maddening it becomes. But not much longer now.
“Alright, big boy,” I purred. “Fuck me.”
I went back this summer to Bikini Beach. I felt like I was missing something when I wasn’t there. I took a month long vacation so I could go back and try to figure out what it was. After going through the showers and changing into this goddess , I know what I was missing… I’ll talk to Madame Olga this afternoon and upgrade my pass to lifetime…
Your life is close to perfection. You are finally feeling happy.
Since you were young you wondered what it would feel like to be a woman. You would be laying in bed tucking your dick away at night in bed, fantasizing you are no longer carrying a penis but you’d have a pussy between your legs. As you grew older it would be the main fantasy you were jerking off on, feeling your dick harden and cumming very hard as you fantasized about not having a dick.
“Excuse me miss, did you see my mate somewhere? He is pretty tall, muscular, with short blonde hair”, you ask a women after you come back out of the woods after relieving yourself.
“No sorry, I didn’t see anyone that fits your description”, she replies to you. “But maybe he is closer than you think, but now with strong but curvy legs, a lovely bubble butt, long brown hair and clothes that emphasize his new booty?”, she adds with a grin on her face as she turns her backside towards you to present her delicious figure.
“Oh my god! Where did you find that body in that short amount of time while I was away?”, you ask him astonished.
“Oh you know”, he begins flirtingly while playing with his new hair, “you never know who will come by, so I lied there in ambush, as this young freshly engaged pair came wandering towards me. I then simply sneaked up behind them, knocked her fiance out, clinged onto her and then slowly hopped her to feel her panicing”, he laughs. “I love it when I can feel their adrenaline pumping trough their veins after hopping them”, he exlaims, while sliding his dainty hands down his curves. “Good choice partner, but how do you know they are engaged, you don’t know how to read minds yet, do you?”
“No, I simply concluded that by looking at the ring on her finger sherlock. But I don’t mind about that, we will have our fun with her and then he can have her back in one piece soon”, Lance decides.
“Now come over here lover boy, I want you to make my new body scream out in pleasure. But don’t put it in the wrong whole yet, I first want to be able to walk a few miles in her comfy shoes before ditching her sore body”, he winks at you before pulling down his leggings and bending down to present his already moist vagina.
“What do you want?” my owner asked.
It was such a small, simple question, but it had enormous significance. Fortunately, my new, computerized brain processes information at blazing speeds compared to what my old grey matter could accomplish, intelligent though I had been, so I could really think about all the issues involved.
I used to think that I belonged in a male body. I was proud of my broad shoulders, square features, thick beard, and even the stereotypical gut that stuck out in front of me. But when my mind was dumped inside the synthetic body of a thin woman with perky breasts and butt, I had to completely re-evaluate my sense of self. As much as I would like to argue that our true identity exists in the mind rather than in the body, it’s hard to maintain that view when a different voice comes out of my mouth or when I have to brush long red locks of hair out of my eyes, a gesture that I never once performed as a man, or when I feel a stirring desire for flesh from the empty cavity between my legs that I never possessed before.
I used to think that physical pleasure was a distraction from the highest good of reason and self-reflection. That’s not to say pleasure was bad (I enjoyed a fair amount of sex myself), but it seemed selfish and small compared to the cause philosophy to which I had devoted myself. But maybe I thought that way because I had never experienced true satisfaction before. Now that I have a body literally built for sex, I can’t imagine how all my sitting around thinking ever did any good. I was still bitter and grumpy and often lonely. But as a PleasureBot, I experience the most incredible sensations of euphoria, not only be receiving pleasure, but by giving it to my master as well. The more selfish we are with our lust, the more happiness we create in each other.
I used to think that I was only interested in women. I admired long silky legs and lush round tits. Their softness, their grace, their quivering sensuality all turned me on in an instant. At first I was horrified to find myself inside such a body, feeling the jiggling of my curves and seeing the delicacy of my features in a reflection. But the more I saw the lust in my master’s eyes, the more I understood possessing those features I had always lusted after was even more arousing than seeing them.
And now that I am softer and smaller, it is the strength, the size, and the hardness of my master that makes me quiver. He took his time having sex with me the first time, tracing my contours with his kisses, stroking my skin in meandering patterns that sent electricity racing through my circuits. It was like he wanted to stimulate each and every one of the pleasure relays built into my skin. My consciousness wasn’t prepared to handle so many sensations, and I allowed the programming to take over, so that when I finally felt his rigid member slide into my soaking wet synthetic pussy, my high pitched voice blared the news of my first orgasm in this body. We’ve had plenty of sex since then, in all sorts of rhythms, rooms, and positions, and I know now that there is nothing else on earth that can satisfy me the way a man’s cock can.
I used to think . . . I used to think so much. As a stodgy and aging professor of philosophy, I used to spend hours just thinking, pondering, weighing ideas. But as an android, all these ruminations take only a split second. So it was really quite a simple matter for me to realize that all my old ideas about free will were wrong all along. None of us really has free will. We are a slave to our bodies and to our perceptions as much as androids are slaves to their owners. But I realized something: if I choose to accept my slavery, then it’s no longer something I’m forced to do, but something I want to do. That choice makes me free to fully embrace the person that I am. And the person I am now is a sex object.
“What do you want?” my master had asked.
“I want your cock inside me,” I moaned.
Roger waited until his daughter Cassie left the house. That was the time he could look around her room. He was doing it constantly behind her back, trying to find anything that shouldn’t be there. What exactly he was looking for? Cigarettes, drugs and all the stuff teenagers hide before their parents. Roger didn’t find anything but he kept searching her room everytime he had the occasion.