This choice: Nguyen swallows her disappointment... and your cock! • Go Back...Chapter #5Nguyen swallows her disappointment... and your ... by: Mr. George Feeling the watch pulse on your wrist, the electric tingle running through your body started to feel familiar. As Nguyen's hot breath made him twitch, his eyes flickered shut ready to concentrate purely on the sensations of the mind-melting blow-job he was about to receive.
Head tilted back towards the ceiling, neck completely limp, you mutter your thanks to the indifferent universe, "Oh.... I wish this could last forever." Your skin feels alive like never before, and as you lie their in your personal darkness, you focus on your body.
Like floating in a sea of joy, your entire body is pleasurable, another soft whimpering moan spilling from your lips. But despite the unrivalled bliss, you can't feel Nguyen's warm breath or those encircling lips. You thrash, softly, slowly in your seat, even your nipples ache for attention, as you luxuriate in your ecstasy.
However, as you reach to tease and please those nips, you make a horrific discovery. Those nipples are atop immense breasts. The watch has taken your thoughts for a stallion cock, and confused them with Nguyen's endowments.
Eyes snapping wide, you take in the damage. Cleavage a mile wide fills your vision, your shirt (blouse?) now unbuttoned, and the girls proudly displayed.
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Beyond your sight, beneath your bust, your hands confirm that you're truly a woman. Tracing their way up smooth thighs, they brush against your pussy. Snatching them back, as if stung, as if you withdraw your hands fast enough that it's not real. Catching you reflection, in the glass opposite, you can't deny reality.
You are a woman. Your thoughts judder, as you imagine those lips on Nguyen... imagine those wrapped around your cock.
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A sense of purpose, pride, challenge even reflects back at you. This is undeniably a body made for one thing. That same sense of bliss still races through your veins igniting worrying thoughts. Snatching off the cutesy, and humiliating collar, that makes you think of willing puppies, and obedient pets, you snatch the terrifyingly large bra from the floor. With a familiarity you don't want examine, you manage to wrestle the girls into it's embrace.
The degrading reflection makes you want to erupt from the seat, so you do.
Lurching to your feet, the heaving of your bust almost throws you back down. Threatening to pull you down to your hands and knees, exposing ... everything in the most vulnerable of poses.
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That worrying sense of pride returns, tracing a hint of a smile on your face. Fighting that pride, you spot something on the floor. It looks like knitwear. Hoping it's a jumper, you hold it up for examination.
It's barely recognisable, being so different to fit your new physique, you pull it on, happy for any additional layers. Alas, it doesn't do anything to disguise your sumptuous bust. The reflection in the patio doors causing you once more to scowl at her!
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A final desperate bid, has you cover it with your arms, maybe you can tug the neckline higher, cover more... any of that well displayed flesh.
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Arms dropping to your side, defeated, you walk around the garden. The sway of your bust countered by your hips, it's a sashaying proud strut as you walk around the swimming pool. The high walls hiding your disgrace from the wider world. indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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