by Alyson Belle
“Ohhhh gaaawdd,” I moaned.
“Yeah, baby. That’s right. I’ll clean you right out,” he whispered in my ear, grabbing a tit and squeezing hard with his free hand. It all felt so good I was nearly crying. As the water flowed out of my pussy and ran down my legs, mixing with my gushing wet pussy juices and twisting toward the drain, Mitch released my breast and stepped into the shower behind me. He put a hand on my back and bounced his dick against my sex, slapping it repeatedly along side the showerhead.
I shook with anticipation and pleasure, all of the new sensations almost overwhelming me.
“Oh, I’m so clean now,” I said. “So clean, daddy. I’m ready for you.”
“Yeah? You ready for me to make you all dirty again?”
“Oh yeah, daddy. Make me dirty. Make me all dirty, please.” I wasn’t even sure where this was coming from, but the whole thing turned me on hard. I’d never imagined how fun it would be to get off on this kind of talk, but it was so sexy to be a chick and have someone talk to me like that. It made me intensely sexual, and I was dying to have him fuck me six ways from Sunday.
The showerhead slipped away, prompting an involuntary mewl of despair from me, but when Mitch slipped his cock inside, all feelings of discontent immediately vanished. He placed one hand on either hip and bucked hard, filling me with the length of his steel-hard rod, and I gasped in pleasure and gripped my ankles tighter. I could feel my pussy lips sliding along his girth as he pumped me in and out, in and out, rocking my hips with the motion of his thrusts but never letting me fall of balance.
The building pressure I’d felt earlier came back now, centered on my crotch, and my thighs began to shake. My breasts trembled with pleasure, and hot and cold shuddering sensations began to run up and down my body.
“Yeah, take it, you dirty little girl… unh, unh,” Mitch grunted. “Take the whole length of it.”
My pelvis bumped into his hips, his crotch slapping and spanking me with each hard motion, and it was too much—the pressure cooker centered on my clit boiled over. My whole body began to shake as wave after wave of pleasure ran through me.
“Oh god, oh god, oh—” I began to scream, but Mitch clamped a hasty hand over my mouth and muffled my mounting screams of pleasure. I was lost in ecstasy, cresting off the first wave of my orgasm, when I felt him speed up and start grunting. He swelled inside me and burst, spilling his seed deep inside of me, and I squeezed my thighs together and shuddered as it launched me into a second series of orgasmic spasms.
“Fffuuuuuucckk,” I groaned into his muffling hand, waggling my ass against him as I came on his dick for a second time tonight.
Finally, he released my mouth and pulled out of me, and we both sank to our knees in the bathtub with a pair of happy sighs. I leaned back against him and let him cradle me, stroking my long dark hair, and basked in the post-orgasmic sensation of all-over warmth that was like nothing I’d ever felt as a man.
“That was fucking amazing,” I muttered. “Does it always feel like that?”
Mitch gave me a weird look. “That wasn’t your first time, was it?”
I blushed. “O-of course not. It was just… really good, okay?” There was no way I could explain that it had been my first time—as a woman, anyway.
A loud pounding came at the bathroom door. “Are you almost done in there? I really have to go.”
“Almost done!” Mitch called out.
We smiled at each other. “Why don’t I really clean you up and let’s get out of here, okay?” Mitch asked, flicking the water back on. I spread my legs and let him blast me clean and towel me dry, shivering at all the new soft and wonderful sensations, and then hurriedly got dressed, piece by piece. Mitch had an easier time: He just pulled his overalls back up and fastened the button on each side while I struggled with all my clasps and lace.
“Uh… shoulda asked earlier, but you’re on the pill, yeah?” Mitch me over expectantly, a twinkle of worry in his eye.
I blushed again. I really should have thought of that. But I doubted the witch’s magic would leave me like this for more than a night anyway. At least, I hoped that was the case…
“Yeah, I’m on the pill,” I lied. He breathed a sigh of relief, and I felt a little guilty. But there was no point pulling him into all this nonsense. Now that I’d gotten banged, I could find Chelsea and go get this reversed.
“Great,” Mitch said, opening the door with a flourish. “After you, miss witch. I’ll call you sometime, okay?”
Chapter 5
As I stumbled out into the backyard again, adjusting my clothes and trying not to look too conspicuously like the girl who had just been banged, I nearly slammed into Chelsea and came up short. She blushed, and I gave her an appraising look. It seemed like she was doing the same thing I was, and her hair looked tousled!
“You didn’t happen to run into that boy the fortune teller mentioned, did you?” I asked, smiling at her.
The crimson flush spread further throughout her cheeks. “Maybe. Okay, yes. It was amazing!” Then she gave me the same appraising look. “But how about you? How has your night been, sexy girl?”
Now it was my turn to blush. Chelsea’s eyes widened and she slapped me on the shoulder.
“You slut! And of course I mean that in the nicest way possible. Good for you, girl!”
I smiled. It did feel good. I felt better than I’d felt in years. But then something occurred to me: “Wait, Chelsea — earlier, when you stormed off, you called me Maxine…”
She squinted at me. “How drunk are you, babe? That’s your name, duh. Do you need to check your ID? I’m tired of holding your purse for you anyway.” Chelsea shoved a shiny black handbag at me, and I took it warily. She had been joking—I could tell by her tone—but now I was curious.
I dug through the jumble of makeup, hair ties, and cards to find my driver’s license and held it up to the green cellophane-covered porch light behind us. There it was, in very officially laminated and sealed black and white text: “Maxine Cooper” with a little “F” next to my gender. I swallowed. Wow. She didn’t just change me… she changed the whole world around me. My eyes snapped up to search the backyard for Madame Orlando’s tent. I had so many questions to ask her! But where the tent had been was just an empty corner of Kyle’s backyard.
“Uh oh,” I said. What was I going to do now?
“What’s wrong?” Chelsea asked. “Are you feeling okay? Nobody roofied you, did they?”
“No, no, of course not,” I replied, shaking my head, although it was weird that I had to think about stuff like that now.
I tried to collect my thoughts. So, Chelsea and I were still just good friends, but two girlfriends out for a fun party night… My ID had changed. What else had changed? I wonder what my bedroom looked like now, considering I had had posters of hot, half-naked girls plastered all over my walls. They’d probably be replaced by hunky, shirtless dudes. I felt a tingle between my legs as I imagined the cut abs on those guys, and then blushed and shoved those thoughts right out of my head!
“Wow,” I breathed. “I just… I guess I believe in magic now, Chelsea.”
She brightened immediately and bumped me with her hip. “Hah! Getting banged was that great, huh? Well good thing Madame Orlando gave us both exactly what we needed.”
“I guess she did,” I muttered. I sure did believe in magic now. But was it going to wear off? And then a small part of me asked another question: Do you really want it to?
Maybe I didn’t. I looped cute, slender arm around Chelsea’s and pulled her close. “You’re the best Chelsea. I’m having so much fun. Let’s go live it up, okay? Let’s just have a party for the ages tonight.”
She giggled. “Sure. But why are you being so weird?”
I shrugged. “I just don’t know the future holds for me. I want to enjoy this night while… while we’re still young.” And if it doesn’t wear off, I have some hard weeks ahead of me while I figure out how to be a girl.
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�Well, that sounds great. Come on! We need fresh drinks.”
That reminded me of Mitch, and I swooned a little. “You think Mitch and Kyle are still manning the keg?”
Chelsea’s face turned red. “Uh… maybe.”
I poked her. “Chelsea! No! Kyle?”
She nodded, biting her lip.
“You’re the slut! Wow, nice. Banging the party host.”
“He was great,” she admitted.
“You know we have to go flirt with them now.”
“Okay! If you say so. This’ll be fun. Do my boobs look okay?”
I checked. “Yep! Do mine?” I pushed them together and hitched them up in my bra, again enjoying the new sensations. I felt so hot and sexy.
She checked and winked at me. “Yeah, girl. You’re smoking hot.”
“Then let’s do it!”
I dragged her inside, determined to have the best night of my life. I could worry tomorrow about whether that life would be as Max or Maxine, the sexy witch.
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As I made my way to the central stage, I could feel the eyes of the crowd on me and see them whisper to each other. There weren’t any other glitter-covered girls in bunny suits around, and it was obvious to everyone what I was here for. I struggled to push myself up the four feet required to get up there, and then felt a strong hand on my ass helping me up. I squeaked as it gave a little squeeze and turned around to see a handsome man with wavy black hair wink at me and smile. I huffed, but I appreciated his help.
The music faded into another song as the DJ cut over, and I realized that everyone was looking at me expectantly. I swallowed nervously. The bass beat faded in. I wiggled my hips and started to gyrate in time with the music. Heather had been right. This body knew how to move, and still being just the tiniest bit high helped me along. I tried to close my eyes, smile, and just flow with the music.
They loved it. I felt shockingly self-conscious, but I’d also never felt so free. These strangers were staring at me, staring at my half naked body, at my breasts and my ass as I wiggled along with the music in the silliest costume I’d ever worn. It was humiliating and powerful and exhilarating all at the same time.
Glitter flew off my limbs with every fluid motion, and I began to touch myself: caressing my breasts and pushing my fingers sensually down my body, teasing at my pussy through my black lace panties, taunting the crowed. Neither the men nor the women could keep their eyes off of me. Even the other girls onstage below me had turned to watch, barely dancing themselves. I was beautiful. I was a goddess, and everyone wanted to watch me take it all off.
I reached behind my back and unhooked the bra first, enjoying the cheers and the gasps as my naked tits bounced out in front of everyone. I shook them, letting them ripple, as I swung around the brass pole set into the middle of platform. Running on pure instinct, I lifted my left leg straight up into the air and grabbed my ankle, grinding hard against the pole with a happy moan at the shock of pleasure that ran through my pussy. I was surprised at how flexible this body was!
Next I dropped onto all fours and crawled forward along the stage, still wagging my ass along with the thumping beat. Men at the edge of stage hooted and waved at me as I approached.
Rolling back onto my haunches, I grabbed both ankles and spread my legs wide, snapping them back together and then opening them again. Then, in a single motion I slid my panties down my legs and over my ankles and tossed them into the crowd. People went wild.
Now I was totally naked, except for the glitter, crawling around on the floor like a horny animal. I could see the men’s cocks straining against their pants as I flashed my pussy at them, and I could see the women shifting in their seats, some of them even touching themselves as I writhed beautifully on the floor.
I started to finger myself like I’d seen girls do at some of the dirtiest clubs I went to, and the cheering intensified, almost drowning out the music. I slipped fingers in and out of my pussy, arching my back and working myself relentlessly on the stage, and thumbed my clit for the extra little shocks of pleasure. I was losing myself in the moment again, forgetting anything but how amazing I felt. I lost myself to the euphoric feelings of stroking and fingering my sweet cunt, naked in front of a crowd…
But suddenly one of the men climbed up on stage with me! I scrambled back, startled. I felt so vulnerable lying on the ground naked as he towered over me, erection bulging at the front of his pants. He held a hand out to me. I calmed down. What was he going to do in front of the whole club like this?
I reached out and took it, and he smoothly pulled me to my feet. Then he picked me up by my waist and tossed me over his shoulder, giving my ass a few quick slaps while I was there.
“H-hey!” I cried, my cheeks burning. Everyone was cheering him on, and I saw Heather laughing at us from the bar.
The man hopped off the stage and started carrying me to the back of the club, where I saw that Door #4 had a green light now. Heather rose and headed toward us too.
“Wait a minute!” I shouted over the music. “What’s behind door #4? What are you going to do to me?”
I kicked my feet helplessly, breasts bouncing as I struggled against his burly muscles. He held my petite form easily and swatted my rear again as he kicked the door open.
“Calm down, hot stuff,” he said in a deep, sexy voice that matched his rugged good looks. “You’re about to find out.”
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Savagely Swapped (Book 1 of Gender Swapped by the Witch Queen)
The powerful warrior-king Azlato gets a taste of his own pleasure tents from an unusually feminine perspective when he crosses the wrong woman!
Azlato, the most powerful chieftan of the grassland people, is used to having his way with women. With each conquest of a neighboring tribe, he selects the most beautiful female captives to serve his men in their pleasure tents and delights in their subjugation.
When the gorgeous queen of a newly conquered tribe warns Azlato that she won't stand for her people to be used like this, he mocks and ignores her. To punish him, she gives him a taste of his own medicine by swapping bodies with him and sending Azlato to his pleasure tents in her body!
Now Azlato is seeing the world from a whole new perspective. Can he adjust to his new life as a nubile pleasure maiden and escape the witch's curse before the enchantment becomes permanent?
An excerpt from Savagely Swapped, Book 1 of Gender Swapped by the Witch Queen:
I had had enough of the witch’s parlor tricks. It was time for me to take her to my tent and break her to my will by the sheer force of my animal magnetism. But first, I would need to rob her of her confidence, lest she set an example for the other women.
“Jeriah—” I said. “Strip her. I wish to inspect my goods.”
Jeriah reached for her tightly bound chest, eager to rip the dress off the nubile woman, but then hesitated. “Azlato… what if she possesses sorcery we have not seen before? Perhaps we should rob her of her voice.” I considered his words. He made a good point. We had silence powder, common for subduing captured warlocks. I’d never had to use it on a witch before, as pitiful as their magic usually was. But then I entertained the idea of having my way with a completely silent woman, and my cock swelled a third time, nearly bursting out.
“I am unafraid of her magic,” I said, “But yes. Bring the silence powder. It could be quite fun to play with her using it. Just go and place it in my chamber. I’ll take her there and use it after everyone gets a good look at her.” I grinned at her, making su
re that she understood what it was I meant. I loved humiliating the women like this, letting my men leer at them in their nakedness. It made their later decisions so much easier.
She stared at me sullenly. “So be it,” she said. “You have made a most foolish choice.”
I was hardly listening to her, imagining what it would feel like to run my tongue all over her ravishing body. I wondered again what her nipples looked like, beneath that tightly bound heaving bosom, and pictured my long, throbbing cock penetrating her tight, wet pussy.
She started muttering under her breath again as Jeriah left to fetch the powder, and my other men took his place to hold her tightly.
The smoke of the fire had started filling the tent with the rich scent of the incense our medicine men burned in it, and my eyes watered as the pungent aroma floated over to me. My head swam suddenly, a brief dizzy spell. I raised a hand to my head and took a step away from the beautiful witch, trying to steady myself. The woman’s chanting had grown louder and more rhythmic. She was trying to intimidate me, no doubt, but her silly tricks weren’t frightening to me. I shook my head, trying to clear away growing cobwebs. Had I had too much to drink?
Something was wrong. “Jeriah…” I called, but my vision was beginning to black out. Stars flashed before my eyes, suddenly, and I was dazed and disoriented. I shakily stared at the ground in front of me, willing everything to come back into focus. I felt weird, and it was like the whole room had shifted somehow in a way I couldn’t explain. My vision hadn’t yet returned all the way, and I wobbled unsteadily on my feet.