I’ve known my roommate, Rob, for a long time. I wouldn’t say we’re best friends, or anything, but we get along good and don’t fight so we’ve lived together since college. Rob is a good looking guy, works out a lot, and you’d think does great with women. Unfortunately, he is kind of a dud socially so he often strikes out. I also know he loves blowjobs. Mostly I know this because his appetite for receiving them always goes beyond women he brings home desires to give them. He’s been down about his dating life recently and I thought I’d do him a favor.
I know a woman, Sally (friend of a friend, not important) who does magic. I came to her with my suggestions and she agreed to help me. The spell was painless, although the transformation wasn’t exactly comfortable. With the wave of a wand and sprinkle of dust I shrunk and morphed into a woman. The weirdest part was the shiver of almost joy when I felt my penis retract up inside me and settle into a nice pink slit.
My friend and I went right to work after that. More magic for lip and breast injections, because Rod liked the “plastic” look, and even more for a tight, red, two-piece dress. I looked good, I had to admit, and now I was ready for phase two.b I created a Tinder for "Sierra" and set out to reeling Rob in. It didn’t take long. We matched and I made sure to be exactly what he was looking for. I hinted at an oral fetish and he invited me over immediately. Show time.
There were two things I didn’t anticipate: the feminine hormones effect on my attraction and Rob's slightly aggressive sexual nature. He made me a drink and I expected more talking and typical date stuff, but then I remembered I had accepted an invitation to a man’s apartment after just 20 minutes and I was dressed like exactly the kind of woman who wouldn’t keep him waiting. And, see, he looked hot.
It wasn’t much longer until I had squatted in front of Rob and was watching him take out his dick. “I can’t believe you’re into this...” he was saying as his thick erection came into view. In that moment I heard Sally’s voice echo in my head, a playful giggle, “You’re welcome!” and then a wave of lust that slammed into me like a train. Not just any lust, either. A very specific, ultra-hot lust specifically for Rob's cock. I had never done anything like this before but Rob couldn’t tell. I sucked that cock wildly. I gagged, slurped, choked, and glugged. I couldn’t believe the hot, wet noises my lips were making on his throbbing flesh. It filled my mouth and throat and I couldn’t get enough.
Do you know what I was thinking about when I was letting Rob’s cock bulge in my throat? That it was the best fucking thing I’d ever done. I loved it. It made me so wet having that thick sausage between my lips. My eyes were rolled back as my head went back and forth on it. I couldn’t help myself and I started to finger my wet new pussy, sinking into the delicate folds and adding entirely unknown sensations to the overwhelming taste and smell of dick. He took out my large breasts, playing with the lightly as I just kept throating him again and again.
I started to see why other women didn’t want to do this to Rob: he lasted forever! It had been at least thirty minutes of hard sucking and he was still just as hard showed no signs of slowing down. Honestly, neither was I. I couldn’t stop! The smell, sharp and distinct and musky, filled my nostrils and only added to my wild arousal. My crotch was just soaked. I felt his hands behind my head, holding me down for long seconds, letting me savor the throbbing heat of his lust deep in my throat.
When I planned this I expected to blow him for maybe a couple minutes, have sex with him, and disappear having experienced new things but ultimately return to normal. It had been an hour and I had done nothing but suck Rob’s massive cock. My jaw ached a little but I was determined. He sat on the couch and I lay across his lap, mouth firmly stuck to his shaft, drooling all over him. He groped my ass and held my hair, teasing my pussy as I stroked his wet shaft with my plump lips. The longer I sucked him the more I wanted to keep sucking him. How did normal women not do this all the time? Fuck, it felt incredible. My throat bulged with him, squeezing his shaft tight. He moaned, holding my ass, clearly not having the time of his life. So was I. I let off a couple times just to watch my spit stretch from my lips to his pulsing cock head, the shaft so firm and strong in my hand.
He was getting close. He shoved me around so that I was straddling his face, my mouth still around his cock. He did an okay job of licking my wet pussy, although I barely noticed. I couldn’t focus on anything but the raging hot dick in my mouth. My head spun as I choked and slobbered on him, every throb heavier and harder than the last. It was so close, his salty precum teasing my eager mouth. He started bucking up, hips pulsing uncontrollably with passion. He came hard, the frustration of a thousand lonely nights pumping right into my mouth, a giant load of salty, sticky cum that flowed down my throat. I came, my first orgasm as a woman, and it had nothing to do with his mouth between my legs but everything to do with milking his sweet lust with my lips. I let it sit on my tongue, excess dribbling from the corners of my mouth, the taste making my orgasm last longer and longer, pussy spasms splashing my fluids all over Rob’s face.
When I finally swallowed him, thick load sliding into my belly, I had another little orgasm, creaming myself again in ecstasy. “You’re welcome for that, too!” I heard Sally giggle in my head. I stayed the night... and the next. Sally used some magical contrivance to remove any hint of my old life, allowing me to live completely as Sierra. Something had awakened in me: an absolute need to suck and slurp cock. Every time Rob comes home my mouth starts to water, my throat starts to ache, and my belly starts to beg for him. I can't imagine anything better.