Gender Swapped Volume Two

by Sophie Pert

  He held me for a moment, keeping me still while my shoulders bounced up and down, while I felt him twitching inside of me and struggled to keep myself from coughing, from choking on him. I wanted to please him. I wanted him to be happy with me. Satisfied with me.

  Then he pulled out, withdrawing his cock until it danced just at the edges of my lips.

  I gasped for air, great gulping breaths trying to steady myself while I stared straight ahead and waited for his next move.

  I was entirely at his mercy.

  He thrust forward and this time it was quick but not nearly as deep. He pushed into my mouth with short and shallow strokes, each one rapidly entering and withdrawing from me. He fucked my face and all I could do was sit there willingly letting him take me.

  My mouth was agape, a hole for him to fuck and find his pleasure from.

  He seemed to enjoy it, I heard his short manly grunts escaping his mouth, heard his haggard breath as he struggled to maintain control.

  His hips slowed, each thrust coming with less rapid fire pushing until he had slowed enough that I could take control.

  And I did.

  I moved forward and took him in my mouth and really got the chance to explore him. At first I just bobbed on his cock, occasionally letting my tongue bounce against the bottom of his shaft, bouncing off of it in rhythmic pulses as I moved myself up and down his shaft.

  Then I switched it up, I took only the head of his cock in my mouth and let myself taste him and feel every bit of his gorgeous pulsing head. I ran my tongue all over it, lewd slobbering noises escaping my mouth as I made sure to hit every last bit of it, to feel every last bit of it.

  My head tilted to the side and I continued my tongue exploration all up and down his shaft. First one side and then the other I kissed and licked it all, making sure not to miss a spot before heading to the bottom of the shaft.

  With my hands cuffed behind my back I had to nudge it out of the way with my mouth, nudging it up so I could slide my tongue all the way down the shaft until I reached the base and took each of his heavy balls into my mouth one at a time, sucking on them and feeling their weight on my tongue.

  I returned to the head, and when I glanced up at him while slowly circling it with my tongue I saw him looking down at me. It was a face I didn’t recognize. It was a face that had lost all kindness and instead saw me just as a being to be used.

  It seems I was wrong about my partner, he wasn’t the by the books cop I thought he was. No what he was was far more interesting and far more aligned to my specific needs right now.

  I couldn’t wait to see how far he would go.

  He grabbed the back of my head, forcing me down on his cock once more and burying his length into me, making me choke.

  When he withdrew I watched the line of saliva connecting my mouth to the head of his cock and bounced right back to pleasing him with my tongue.

  I could tell he wasn’t far from finishing, and I was bound and determined to see it through.

  As I worked his cock my eyes darted around the alleyway and I saw these oh so familiar walls in such a new light. I knew what had happened in this alley. This wasn’t a clean place. This wasn’t a good place.

  This was a dirty place for terrible deeds and I was embracing that fully today.

  Here on my knees in this dirty alley, sucking the cock of a man who I barely knew.

  The thought of it thrilled me in ways I could never have imagined.

  As my tongue played with the head of his cock Nathan's hand snaked out and touched the side of my face, then it slid down and made its way to grasp my neck.

  He didn’t hold me hard but he held me firm and I had a palpable sense of just how much power he truly had in his hands. I saw the tendons of his forearms bulging and twitching as he pulled me off his cock and pulled me to my feet.

  He backed me up, pressing me against the side of the car and holding me there. His face came into my field of view and he looked at me as I stared back at him, a heady haze of arousal clouding my features.

  Holding me there with one hand I felt my vision start to dim as I took shallow breaths and watched him. With his other hand he grabbed the bottom of my shirt and yanked it up, exposing my flat stomach and breasts to the open air.

  His hand roughly pawed at my breasts, his fingers grabbing and pinching at my nipples. As he touched them I squirmed beneath his ministrations, a warmth growing inside of me as he touched me, as he felt me, as bit by bit he made me more and more his toy to be used.

  He released my breasts and pulled me off of the car, spinning me around so my back was pressed against him.

  His hand was still around my throat but all of the took a back seat to the fact that I could finally feel him with my hands. My hands, cuffed behind my back, bounced against his cock and then worked on their own, instantly gripping and stroking him. My fingers desperately felt his length and girth, sliding up and down them and trying to give him as much pleasure as I possibly could.

  Meanwhile his hand continued it’s exploration of my body, it danced down the front of pants and between my thighs and for the first time I felt someone touch me in this new body.

  The feeling was electric, unspeakably arousing. I felt his nimble fingers part the lips of my sex and press their way inside of me, pushing into my wetness and making me moan out loud.

  I caught a glimpse of my reflection in the windows of the car. I looked like such a sight, my shirt tugged over my breasts, his hand between my legs. My breasts were bigger than I would have guessed under all of the clothes. They were full and perky and more than just handfuls. I wasn’t wearing a bra and yet they hung without a single little bit of sag to them. Each one was capped with a perfectly tiny nipple, a small and dark areola surrounding the firm nubs. My stomach was long and toned, not an ounce of fat on the firm abs.

  He pulled my pants down, tugging them off my hips and halfway down my thighs. I saw the lips of my sex for the first time and though they looked puffy and red now the mound of my pussy was so neat and smooth.

  Nathan pulled me over to the hood of the car, dragging me there and pressing me forward until my thighs pressed against the side of it. He pushed me down, bending me over it so my breasts pressed against the cool hood of the car and my ass was pushed out and presented to him.

  His hand released my throat and moved down to my ass, pawing at it for just a moment before I felt something immensely huge pressing between my thighs.

  This was it, I was about to get fucked.

  I didn’t really know if there was any coming back from this. I mean there are a lot of things that you can do and forget. A lot of regrets that you can get past in your life and move on from.

  But as a straight guy I don’t think I could ever really forget this. I think fucking another man for the first time is one of those things that stick with you.

  Truth was I didn’t know what I was anymore. I didn’t know whether it was this body or myself making me do this.

  But I knew I didn’t want it to stop. I knew I wanted to get fucked and get fucked hard.

  I knew Nathan was more than willing to accommodate.

  He pressed into me, the head of his thick cock spearing and spreading the lips of my sex and making me moan out loud and lewdly to the empty alley. The feeling of him stretching me was almost unbelievable. It was so immensely powerful I felt my breath catch in my throat, felt more overwhelmed and at a loss for breath than I had when he was choking me.

  But I felt something else to.

  I felt a sensation that could only be described as the ultimate satisfaction. Like this was what I needed, what I wanted the whole damn time and there was nothing standing in my way now. I felt like I had been holding my breath for hours and this was the first time I was able to exhale.

  He pushed into me again, his thick cock sliding easily into my dripping sex.

  I felt both of his hands grip my hips, fingers like iron he held me firm and pounded himself into me. He slammed into me, bury
ing the entirety of his cock inside of me and smashing his hips against my ass.

  I felt so filled up, like every nook and cranny of me was filled up with his hard and unrelenting cock. I could feel him inside of me, and when he first thrust in I swear I lost consciousness, my vision going dark with the overwhelming sensation of him inside of me.

  His fucking was hard and fast, he pistoned in and out of me again and again. With each thrust forward my thighs cracked against the side of the car and my breasts dragged against the good. With each pull out I felt a palpable sense of loss, a sense that I was missing a part of me each time he withdrew.

  I felt a dull warmth rising inside of me, the sensation of him stretching me eventually giving way to the feeling of simply being stretched, having my body pushed to its limits and almost but not quite beyond. I basked in the feeling of him pressing into me, imposing himself on me again and again. I relaxed and let myself slip into it.

  I had no means to hold myself up, no means to do anything but let him take me. My head was to one side, my cheek pressed to the hood as I let my mouth fall open into a wide O and let a soft moan escape my mouth. I glanced and saw my reflection in the windscreen of the car, I cut a lewd figure, spread out over the hood of the car and letting myself be taken again and again and again.

  With a crack his hand came down on my ass, smacking it and making me yelp with delight. He buried himself inside of me, his hips slammed against my ass and holding there. I felt him twitching inside of me and squeezed the walls of my pussy around him. When he grunted in response I felt a thrill of excitement.

  He pulled out of me and I had a slight whimper but it was only shortlived.

  Instead of pushing back into me again he pulled me up, dragging me by the handcuffs to a standing position and walking me over to the side of the car. He opened the back door and pushed me in, letting me fall on my back across the seat before climbing in himself.

  I stared up at him but he had no eyes for me. His gaze raked up and down my body, taking it all in as he roughly spread my legs and lined himself up.

  He pushed into me once more, the sensation of him filling me up from this angle at once unique and new and oh so familiarly satisfying.

  While he thrust with forceful and even movements his hands reached out to grasp and paw at my breasts. He used both hands to hold and squeeze them, each movement increasing the heat of the moment for me, each movement turning me on more and more.

  I didn’t close my eyes. I watched him through eyelids heavy with arousal, watched this beast of a man take his pleasure from me.

  His face had lost all kindness, all sense of reason or right. He was ferocious, an animal hell-bent on getting his pleasure from me and damn all the rest of it.

  I felt a tremble deep inside of me, something welling up that I had little to no control over.

  I felt a darkness creep in at the edge of my vision, my breath growing short as I lost control over myself.

  I felt my body begin to twitch.

  At first it was disconnected, a pinch at my toes, a bite at my shoulder. Bit by bit it popped like tiny explosions all over my body and in their wake they left behind warmth that seeped into me and rippled like stones dropped into a still pond. But where the ripples met they multiplied and intensified until I was barely able to control it. Barely able to contain it.

  I was losing myself to this moment.

  I didn’t realize what was happening, I let myself go and reveled in the feelings washing over me and in the process lost connection from everything around.

  So much so that I didn’t even register I was being moved, not until I felt a sharp slap on my ass and heard Nathan order me to, “Move.”

  I was riding him now, he was sitting on the seat and I was straddling him and felt him spearing up into me. I moved my hips back and forth, grinding on him and feeling the length of his rock hard cock spearing me and filling me up.

  I moved up and down, taking my time to feel every shuddering inch of him rubbing and sliding in and out of me.

  My hands moved of their own accord up my torso, dragging up my stomach and cupping my breasts. My head flew back as I reveled in the sensation of my fingers pinching my nipples.

  Noises came unbidden from my mouth, curses and screams and the names of deities issuing forth without rhyme or reason. I cried and burbled and shuddered atop the length of him as I felt it reach a crescendo.

  I felt it explode, the rolicking waves rushing back and forth inside of me bubbling over and making my whole body contract. I vibrated atop him, feeling the rush run over me again and again and leave me a shuddering mess.

  I squeezed hard, every muscle and fiber in my body tightening as I clenched through each wave. Eyes flew open and I saw him staring up at me, eyes locked on my face as I saw the truth evident on his face.

  He was so close.

  As I started to relax his hands gripped my hips and pulled me off of him. I let out a guttural cry like a wounded animal but he moved me with his strong arms outside of the car.

  He moved me into place, forcing me down to kneel beside the car while he stood up in front of me.

  His hand was flying, moving a mile a minute as he squeezed and stroked his cock. I saw the bulbous head twitching in his hand as he aimed it directly at my face.

  I opened my mouth and waited.

  The first spurt was hot like molten lead, slapping me across the cheek and stinging with the sensation of it. There wasn’t much pause between that and the next one, so little I barely registered them until I realized they just kept coming. Only a small amount wound up in my mouth, the salty tang of it making my tongue go numb. He seemed to want to see it on my face, he aimed to make sure it had the best possible spread.

  With a grunt he squeezed out the last drop and it flew onto my forehead.

  I giggled and stared up at him, watching his chest heave as he took in great gulping breaths.

  We stood in silence for a while, me with a smile on my face and him expressionless.

  Wordlessly he put his cock back in his pants, even soft still magnificently large, and fixed himself up until by all outer appearances he looked like nothing at all had happened.

  The same could not be said for me. My pants were pulled down around my knees, my shirt tugged up over my breasts, and my face was coated with the evidence of our encounter.

  He reached behind me, working at the cuffs until they were unlocked and removed.

  He didn’t say a word to me as he stepped into his cruiser, turned it on and pulled out of the alley.

  I was free, I wasn’t going to jail, but I was still a woman. I mean it’s not like I had magically expected to turn back after this, but still now that this first problem had been taken care of I had to figure out how to fix the rest of them.

  My old body was still out there, doing god knows what, and I wasn’t sure if I would ever get it back. If I even wanted it back.

  I had to deal with the fact that I had most certainly enjoyed what had just happened. I had to deal with the fact that I had loved being a woman, being fucked by a man. I had to deal with the fact that what had just happened was the best sex I had ever had.

  And something else.

  Something peeking in at the back of my mind. A tiny voice speaking an undeniable truth.

  As I took a drop of semen off my face and popped it into my mouth I had to acknowledge that voice. Had to understand what it was saying.

  Because it was telling me this was just the beginning. It was telling me I wanted so much more.

  It was telling me I needed to get fucked again.

  Losing Control: Alpha Male Transformed into a Naive Young Woman

  There is something to be said for taking advantage of a situation, for imposing your will on something and making it bend to suit you. People like it, they admire it, they follow it.

  To be a leader you have to be strong-willed and have the ability and fortitude to take what you want. People respond to that, they are naturally inclined t
o obey a strong leader.

  In every single aspect of life.

  Because if you want to be the best then it doesn’t matter whether you’re in the boardroom or the bedroom, you should always be the one in control.

  So I’m always in control, always able to command attention and action. I never put myself in a place where I am vulnerable. I revel in the fact that I am the master of every room I walk into.

  Even if that is a bedroom.

  I have very few weaknesses but I will admit I have a particular soft spot for women in a certain situation. I like to find these women who are so far below my station, show them a glimpse of the good life and then send them on their way.

  There is something compelling about them, something about the way they look at my world with wide open eyes, that pleases me. That always manages to draw me in.

  I know what draws them into me.

  Money.

  Well money and power. But let’s be honest it’s mostly the money.

  Now I want to be clear that I’m not talking about prostitution. I am proud to say that I have never once paid for sex. No I find it far more engaging to have a bit of a chase with it.

  To find a younger woman who is down on her luck and convince her to come to a hotel room with me.

  To give her a glimpse of a better life.

  To take my pleasure from her.

  To leave her back where I found her.

  I give them just a glimpse of what I have, let them see just how much can be bought and then take it all away. The thrill of that is almost better than sex.

  Almost.

  I don’t do this often, maybe once or twice a month. I know I have to meter myself, to be sure I’m not becoming a slave to the thrill of it. Still I hear the draw almost constantly, feel the urge each time I pass a likely candidate.

  The last one was amazing.

  You know how sometimes you’ll see someone from across the road and they’ll just be so striking, so eye catching that you can’t help but look away. She was like that.