The end of the term caught me at the Pink Fog nightclub. Alena, made up and dressed according to the canons of slut, gave me a blowjob in the stalls of the men's room. During this month she did it very often and without exaggeration, she did it perfectly. Sometimes it seemed that the mouth of the former teacher worked even better than the lower holes.

Squatting in front of my pants unbuttoned and curling my lips with sponge, my slut polished my rod with familiar movements. Her tongue seemed to live its life by licking every millimeter of my sexual organ. With such a treatment, I could not hold on for a long time and when I felt a “tide” I planted deeply in her throat and finished. At home, I loved to let her face down and joked, saying that this was her best makeup. (especially for eroticspace.info — sexitails.org) Sometimes she went with these all day until I let her take a shower, but at the club it was an unaffordable luxury - the product should look presentable. After she uncomplainingly swallowed everything, I gently patted her cheek.

“Good girl,” I grinned, helping her up and slapping her ass. “Now repeat who you are and what are you doing here?”

“I am your submissive whore, Sashenka,” she cooed without a shadow of a doubt. “Now I’ll go look for a client to sell him my lustful body for my beloved one.”

These words were like music to my ears. Waiting for another approving slap on the ass, my slut flew off to work, clattering his heels on the tiles and seductively wagging the bumper.

Satisfied with myself, I began to put myself in order, picking up my pants and tightening the belt when a sudden weakness fell on me. During the time spent in the club, I managed to take a couple of glasses of tequila, but in my experience it was clearly not enough to get me down. Following this, dizzy, I just could not stand on my feet and sat on the jerk; and did it right, because the next moment the consciousness left me.

I do not know how much time has passed for hours or a few minutes, but when I woke with a groan on the floor of the booth - my head buzzed, as in the morning after a very long drunkenness. Everything literally floated before my eyes. Sensations and the world around seemed not like before. Something was wrong, but to understand what specifically could not succeed.

“It is imperative to make an appointment to see a doctor,” I thought anxiously, rubbing my poor head. To my surprise, my hand felt on the head a fair amount of long, pitch-black hair. What the hell?! How could I turn from a short-haired brown-haired one into an overgrown hippie brunet. Awkwardly brushing curly curls off my face, I made a second discovery - my hands were not mine! Small, gentle, elegant like a girl! And most importantly - black! Rather, gently chocolate color, but still ... When did I become black ?! Then I really had a bad feeling about it, it seemed that this was not the last surprise for today, but it turned out to be so. A little tangled in my own suit, which suddenly became great for me and hung on me as a bag, I got up on my feet and shuffled with shoes not of my size — I left the booth.

In front of me and stood staring strange nigger pretty, so badly dressed in my clothes. I'm 185 cm tall, and this durekha is 25-30 centimeters lower, that's why it looks like a scarecrow. I must say a pretty stuffed figure with long, slightly curly, disheveled hair. She had such a round face, with sophisticated features of a doll and sensitive plump lips.

And then it dawned on me that I was looking at the reflection in the mirror.

"But how?! It's not me! I'm not a woman! ”I thought dumbfounded, running my hand into my pants and under my shirt. Damn! At the bottom - no, at the top it is even present - as is a woman.

There was only one explanation for this mystical metamorphosis - my five months began, but instead of Superman I was changed into ... this. The bouquet of emotions that I experienced - this was the first time with me. Fear, confusion, rage ... And for some reason, hunger with lust? Awkwardly trying to do something with clothes, I felt the phone. Eureka! I have her phone!

I frantically got into contact, wondering - under what name did she write herself? I am ashamed to admit, but for the whole month I was not even too lazy to check it out. Stop ... "Mrs. Dee." She must not remember such acquaintances.

Hooters stretched like an eternity.

- Hi, Zaya. “You quickly orientate,” Madame Dee answered with a malicious voice. - Blunted you, I would remind you in the morning. I hope you are at home ... Although we both know what is not, ”she said jokingly. - I advise you to get out of the men's room - men, they are so, they can misunderstand.

“Wh-what have you done to me?” - I hissed in a strange female voice. - We did not agree, put everything back.

Damn pants and strove to slide, but kept solely on the broad feminine hips, priest and left hand, which I clutched at them. Is this an unfamiliar feeling? The fucking shirt bristled because of the new volume in the chest area and with every awkward movement she rubbed her nipples mercilessly, but despite the discomfort, she responded with pleasant warmth in her body.

“What nonsense is exactly what we said about it - your body is mine, what I want, and I turn back,” the red-eyed bitch calmly responded with a yawn. - Probably now I should instruct you about your features and your further actions ...

“Burn in hell, bitch,” I cried out in hysterics and broke off contact with her, barely restraining myself not to let them reflect.

I stared hopelessly at the mirror, now and then brushing off the disobedient black strands of hair from my face. The situation was so strange that I was in a stupor did not know how to proceed. Then, to my delight, she hurried into the toilet, almost flew in, my faithful slutty slut. At first she did not even notice me, immediately rushed to the empty toilet cubicles, looking intently around.

"Yes, she is looking for me!" - I did not immediately understand.

Finally, her attention turned to me and her eyes widened.

- It's you!? - apparently recognizing the clothes, she exclaimed in surprise.

- Yes, it's me, the creature ... - I just managed to say on purpose in a brazen voice, imitating the tone of my former self, as her fist drove me straight into the solar plexus.

A second ago, I was standing, and now I was falling to the floor, bent over in three deaths, and gasping for air, like a fish cast ashore. Knocking me back onto the floor, Alain, with insane eyes, sat on me with her hands clasped on my neck. I began to frantically wave my hands, but to no avail, she was unshakable like a terminator. The unrestrained thirst for murder was read in her eyes, and dark circles floated in mine, foreshadowing my quick death from strangulation.

“Exactly, she went to kickboxing earlier ... Or Thai boxing?” - the last thought flashed through my fading consciousness. The last thing I heard was a call to my phone, lying next to me.

I woke up from the voiced slap, sore throat and cold. No, more correctly to say - he gave signs of life with a hoarse cough. That's when I started to dunk face in a jerk, that's when I woke up completely.

“It's good to be cool, a creature,” jerking my head out of the water by the hair, evil snapped Alena Petrovna. There is no trace of the obedient whore I created. - Count up to ten loudly and clearly.

Spitting out the toilet water, I found myself naked, leaning over the push. It looks like an old bitch Englishwoman returned to duty, and I'm a naked black woman in the men's room. Super.

- Woof ... Waf? Waf!? - burst out of my mouth instead of words and I was taken aback.

- Do not be stupid, it was also said to ten, - she gave me a glint with a smirk. - Now to twenty. If you vykobenitsya - until the morning you will be yapping, bitch.

I obediently continued to bark distractedly, tormented inside with burning shame and trying to squeeze out any other sound from the vocal cords, but all in vain. Everything around seemed like a bad dream, oh how I wish it was so! Same ... Read more →