I’d been seeing Tatiana for months. She’s a prostitute that lets her clients dabble with swap sex. The chemicals she uses are her mystery alone, but the prices she charges make sense, every time with her is the best sex of my life. The problem is I’m hooked and can’t get enough of being her.
I’d forgotten, even since the last time I’d saved enough money to be her, how incredible it felt to be fucked as her. Perhaps it was just that she’d won the genetic lottery, maybe it was her familiarity with how to pleasure her own body, or the number of men she’d surely been to pleasure her self, but regardless, I felt like in a state of constant orgasm when I was in her.
She had one rule though, no cum. I’d asked to blow my own cock to see what it was like and she refused, she also wore a condom every time I hired her. I needed to attach her to me somehow, I couldn’t keep paying what she charged. So I figured if I could give her pregnancy scare maybe I could get her to quit and settle down with me.
In hindsight I realize my plan made no sense, she was a prostitute and I was just some client. But when I quietly took a needle repeatedly to the condom she’d left on the table while she went to get the vial that would swap us I was thinking only of doing this every night.
She came back and we shared the drink and then kissed deeply. In that moment the reaction swapped us. I sat tongue deep in my own mouth feeling my breasts pressed against my male body, my legs straddling a rock hard cock. I began to grind against the pants I’d had on, wetness starting to become noticeable as my excitement grew.
She always let me undress her after I was in her body, she knew I liked that. As I peeled my clothes off she drew my pants off, my erection springing out the moment she did so.
“I always enjoy using your cock, it’s a nice one.” She said as she opened the condom without looking at it and rolled it down my shaft. “So thick, you’re one of my favorite clients. Good endurance too…”
“Take me hard tonight.” I said through a smile as my legs spread and she slid my own penis into me. Smiling ecstasy bubbles in me as she pushed and then started pumping quickly and with force inside of me.
She grabbed one of my tits for leverage and began to pound. My excitement already had me at the edge as I looked up at her and laughed, throwing my head back in my first orgasm. I’d missed that feeling, each time the memory was just out of reach. I could relive but a shadow of it when I was back to being myself, maybe it was because I didn’t have the pets or nerves to even recall the reality of it, all I had was the echo. But now, I’m this moment I had it again.
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We fucked for longer than I could remember and when she finally burrowed deep and I felt her go stiff with orgasm I clenched around her enjoying the knowledge that I was milking her cock. She slid out and immediately knew something was wrong. “SHIT! I think the condom broke!!!” She said as she looked down at the tip of her softening penis. Semen was very clearly leaking from the end of the condom.
“Oh… I can buy you a morning after pill or whatever. And don’t worry I’m clean, no diseases.” I replied honestly. “You don’t get it! If that came out inside of me then it renders the reaction inert and we can’t switch back!!!”
She rushed out of the room, my own panic started to build, when she came back she had the drink that should return us to ourselves. We drank and kissed and nothing happened. We both sat in silence as a the gravity of the situation set in.