After Sarah rode me like a bat out of hell last night, we both hopped in the shower to clean up. She continued to stroke my dick while showering and finished me off with head, swallowing my cum. We dried off and both collapsed in bed, not bothering to even get dressed.
I woke up the next morning and gently rolled out of bed, not wanting to wake up Sarah. I slipped on some boxer briefs and made my way for the kitchen. I kicked on the stove and began to make us some breakfast, I heard the sheets rustling and figured Sarah had finally started to get up.
Just as I finished plating the food I heard Sarah saying something and thought it was directed towards me, so I made my way to the bedroom door. As I got closer I realized she was on the phone with someone, I crept up against the wall just to the right of the door and peeked around. She was standing in front of our room chair with her back to me, her cellphone pinched between her ear and shoulder, bending over as she stepped into a mesh and lace thong. Sliding it up her legs and pulling the waistband over her hips so that the cloth was snug against her pussy. I retreated back around the corner to remain out of sight and listen.
“So it’s done? He’s dead?... Good. I’ll drop by later tonight to drop off the rest of the money. Giggle Another feel? If you’re half as good at jobs as your reputation portrays, I’ll wear a tight dress tonight with no panties to let you have a taste. Him? Don’t worry about him, I’ll just say I’m going to the bathroom and we can slip into a stall so you can slip into me, but don’t get ahead of yourself and don’t be late.”
I heard her throw the phone onto the bed. That’s it, I had heard all I needed to hear. I jumped into the room to confront her.
“I knew it! You’re not Sarah, she would never say or do those things, who are you?!” I yelled.
She turned around startled. Her surprised expression transitioned into a look of suspicion as she stared at me. After a brief moment she began to laugh, that laugh turned into a chuckle as she plopped down into the chair that was now behind her. Her head cocked back and she moved her arms away from body to open up her chest. She spread her legs and lifted her left foot, planting it on the edge of the chair, leaving her in a very unladylike position. All in a effort to catch her breath from laughing so hard.
As her laughter calmed she tilted her head back forwards so that she could look at me, seemingly unbothered that her breasts were on full display and her snugly covered vagina exposed for the world to see.
“Yup, you got me kid. I’m not your Sarah.” She smiled. “No idea how you screwed up your little resurrection spell there, buddy, but I ain’t your girl.” She said slightly shaking her head side to side.
I was shocked, her vernacular completely changed. She rested her left arm on her propped up knee.
“The name’s Tony. My crew and I were shot up in a bank robbery about three weeks ago. Looks like your little spell mess up landed me in this hot chick’s body, Stephanie was her name?. Not that I’m complaining.” He said with a completely cool and relaxed demeanor.
Hearing Stephanie’s feminine voice talk like a masculine mobster was throwing me off.
“Look kid, I like you - you’re nice, you brought me back, and you’re a good lay. Probably the best lay I’ve had since I’ve been in this body.” He said nonchalantly. “Besides - because I let a guy cop a feel and threw him some cash, I am now the only person who knows where the loot is. He was going to backstab the group anyways, no loyalty that one.” He said raising an eyebrow.
“Since you’ve been in this body?!” I exclaimed in disbelief.
“Well, once I had a taste of you I became curious of what else was out there. There’s a reason why I wear so many skirts and dresses out, easy access. Hah!” He chuckled again. “But you’re missing the point.”
I couldn’t believe it. This whole time I had been fucking a guy inside a girls body? A criminal at that! This explains all the changes, the different attitude, the more aggressive sex, the dominant demeanor. How could this happen? My face was blank as I was lost in thought, shocked by what was happening.
“I can see you’re still a little confused, kid.” he said while halfheartedly lifting the hand dangling off his knee to point at me. “I’ll tell you what, be a good boy and I’ll still let you have a piece of this ass here.” He said as he motioned towards himself with his hands, not lifting his arms. “I might even give you a share of the loot I stole. Be a bad boy and… well… you don’t want to know - especially now that I’ve memorized that resurrection spell of yours. Might do you some good to not leave that kind of information floating around your room.”
After a brief pause, Tony smirked at me. He let his left arm fall from his knee to the outside of his thigh and reached his hand around his ass. Pressing his feminine hand gently into the the meat of his ass, he began to pull it softly outwards causing the lips of his pussy to open up. He went slow to make sure I saw every little detail of what he was doing. He then gently let his muscle return to resting, causing his underwear to get pinched between his now closed folds.
With his hand still wrapped in from the outside of his leg, he began to slowly caress his pussy through his underwear, I could see a wet spot forming on the solid white fabric that so snugly hugged his pussy.
“So what do you say kid? Be a good boy and fill me up?” He said laughing.
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