Stupid fucking Gabe. We left high school a decade ago, but he keeps finding more and more extreme ways to torture me. I still don't fully believe this is real.
What a prick. Putting me in her body and openly taunting me like that, it's...
Oh, fuck.
A trickle of drool tracing its way down my chin jolted me away from my thoughts. The dildo was still in my mouth.
I jerked it out immediately. The silicone toy glistened with my saliva under the bathroom lights. Disgusting. How can women even pretend to enjoy blowjobs?
I turned it over in my hands. Maybe it was better when things were moving? I hadn't been stuck in Melissa's body long, but her lips were way more sensitive than mine.
The dildo had a suction cup on the back. I stuck it to the mirror, studying it. I didn't get it. It was definitely big, and girthy. It looked like it could really stretch you out. Assuming that's what you wanted. But otherwise, it was just... a fake rubber dick. What was I missing?
I leaned over the sink, watching my reflection. I know it was my sister's body, but was it fucked up to say I looked kind of hot? Gabe obviously thought so. He'd forced me to steal half a dozen pairs of her panties when we were younger. I can still remember my cheeks burning as I snuck into her bedroom and raided her dresser, although none of those were as sexy-- I mean, none of those were as revealing as the thong I was currently wearing.
I pushed forward, watching my lips part around the tip. My phone was still in my right hand; I held it up to take another picture as I brought my left hand to the fake balls. Oh.
That was it. Not a feeling of physical pleasure, though my lips did in fact feel good as they slid over the length of it. No, it was like watching porn, but I was the star. Choosing which moments to speed up, to slow down, to give an extra moan.
Fuck, this is sexy. I almost wish it was a real cock, just so I could have the experience before changing back. Oh god, what if Gabe came in and found me like this? Would he make fun of me? Would he want me to suck his cock?
Fuck, this is messed up. I'm getting so wet thinking about his thick, hard shaft between my lips. What's taking him so long? Maybe if I sent him another photo he'd hurry up. But it still won't be soon enough.
Everything is impulse now. Pulling the dildo off the mirror and mounting it to the bathtub. Hooking my thumbs through the string of my thong and pulling it down so I can see my slick pussy. Lining myself up and being entered, stretched, filled.
How do women even pretend not to enjoy getting fucked?
I hope this will get me by until Gabe gets here. I really hope his cock is at least this big. Maybe if I do a good enough job, he'll let me stay this way.
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