Theft

By William Steps

Published on Jul 9, 2010

Transgender

It was Saturday night, and the evening was warm and sticky. It had been a week since Sophie had stolen my body and left me trapped in hers, altering my mind so that I couldn't say or do anything that would give away what had happened. When I was alone it wasn't too horrible; I could think and act however I wanted with the exception of her housekeeping routine and taste in food. However, if I was around people it was more difficult. I had some control over my words and actions, but anything that was completely uncharacteristic of Sophie's behaviour was vetoed. For the most part I would say what she would say, act like she would act, and nobody ever noticed any difference. At her job I acted just like her around my co-workers, and performed all her usual duties without hesitation. I hated myself every time I would smile or flirt with a man at the office, but I couldn't do much about it.

I tried to stay home alone as much as possible so as to feel like I was in control of myself a little. Then the weekend rolled around, and I found that Sophie had other habits I was compelled to enact. I ended up spending most of Saturday morning bathing, shaving and eating. While in the bath I found myself shaving around the lips of my pussy, though I left most of the hair above it as it was. I knew that this meant I was planning to have someone see that part of my body sometime soon. By noon I started to get things ready to go out. I dreaded the outcome of this chain of events, and I tried to stop myself as I started ironing a black cocktail dress. It was apparently no use, I was going out drinking that night and I had no say in the matter.

By six o-clock I had on a full face of make-up, the black dress I had ironed earlier and a pair of medium-heeled shoes. I looked at myself in the mirror, seeing just how much of my generous bosom Sophie insisted on showing off. I looked like the usual dolled up woman you see in any given bar. I had called a co-worker, Cindy, earlier in the day. She was coming to pick me up and was due to arrive any minute. When Cindy arrived she looked more or less like me, only with a head of curvy blonde hair and a few extra pounds around her waist.

Inside I was screaming to try and say something to her, to try and tell her who I was. Instead I just laughed and gossiped as we walked out to her car and drove downtown. The bar we chose was crowded and noisy, but not as much as some of the clubs I had gone to in my old life. The people there were more diverse as well, and there seemed to be plenty of eligible men 'my own age'. Sophie's brain liked that idea, and Cindy and I wasted no time prowling around for guys who were on their own. After a couple drinks and some circling we caught the attention of two blokes sitting at a back table.

They were in their thirties and dressed fairly casually, and had a slight look of 'underachiever' about them. Despite my best efforts we sidled up to them and started to chat. It took about twenty minutes and three more drinks before the conversation turned personal. It seemed settled which guy was going with which of us, and I slid around to the other side of the table, sitting close to the one who had taken more of a shine to me.

He was in his mid thirties, not bad looking but with a bit of a belly. He said his name was Fred. I talked to him for a while, smiling suggestively like a slut the whole time. It didn't take long for him to offer a trip back to his place, which I accepted. He lived nearby, and the two of us walked to his apartment with me hanging off of him the entire time. The whole process of hooking up had only taken a total of two hours. Sophie worked fast.

Once back at Fred's apartment (which was an unremarkable little collection of rooms) I was compelled to keep up the quick pace. As soon as the door was shut I was all over him. I grabbed his shirt and pulled him to me for a forceful kiss. His hands reached around to grab my ass as I pressed him into the wall. I started unbuttoning his shirt as he groped me. He found his way up to my chest and started to knead my tits through my clothes. His shirt now opened, I reached down to stroke the bulge that was growing in his jeans. He pulled the shoulder straps off the dress and tugged it down to my waist. I helped him out by undoing the clasp on my bra and tossing it off, revealing my large bust.

His mouth and hands shot to my tits like a magnet, and I sighed at the pleasure his lips and tongue brought to my nipples and the tingles of excitement his hands brought to my breasts. I reached around him to grab his belt, pulling the buckle open. I fumbled with his pants, eventually getting them loose. He stood up and removed his face from my bosom, which I took as my cue to drop to my knees. I wrenched his jeans halfway down his legs, watching his cock bounce free. We were both breathing hard and feeling plenty desperate at this point.

I immediately slurped his dick into my mouth and started to suck it hard and fast. He gasped and cradled my head as I blew him, swallowing nearly all of his entire average-sized tool. I felt myself getting wet, and I used my free hand to reach up under my skirt and slide around my panties. I started to rub my pussy vigorously as I sucked Fred's pole. I was getting really worked up and turned on, my fingers sliding in the ample juices my slit was providing. My excitement became frenzied as I desired more satisfaction, despite the little part of my conscious mind that felt ashamed of myself.

I pulled Fred's cock from my mouth and lay back on the floor, hiking my dress up to my waist. I yanked off my panties and spread my legs. My body was now only coved by the bunched up form of my dress which was sitting around my like a large belt. Fred needed no encouragement. He followed me down to the floor and slid his hands up my thighs. He started to finger my cunt, driving as deep into me as he could. He nibbled my breasts as he felt around in my pussy. I pulled his head up and kissed him as he curled his fingers inside my body. I was going insane at this point, mad with the desire to get him inside of me.

He broke away from my suddenly and knelt between my legs. He pushed my pubic hair aside and licked at my clit, locking his mouth around my sex. I whimpered and writhed on the cold, hard floor as my excitement grew. "Fuck me, please," I moaned after a few moments. "I want you inside me now." My begging did not elicit any verbal response, but it was successful nonetheless. I locked my legs around his waist as he positioned himself at the entrance to my body. He ran his cock up and down my slit, coating it in my fluid, and then pointed his prick home.

In one quick push he was inside me and I had some measure of relief from the passion I was being overcome by. He started sliding in and out of me pussy, and I hunched my hips up into his as be pounded me. My huge tits danced on my chest as he fucked me, my moans getting louder and louder. I have no idea how long we were in that position, but I eventually sat up and rolled us over. I wanted to cum so badly, and I knew riding him was the best way to do it.

I sat on top of him, straddling his hips as I shoved his meat back into me. I began grinding my hips as I felt him poke deep inside my belly. I was so worked up that it didn't take long. I started to gasp and whimper, begging him not to stop as he thrust up to meet my pace. My body erupted as I climaxed. I cried out brazenly. He reached up to hold my swaying tits in place as the last glorious moments of my orgasm washed over me. When I had finished cumming he pushed me off and repositioned me on the floor. I was kneeling in front of him as he came around behind me.

The euphoria of my orgasm had finished, and I remembered that this was the first position I had been violated in when Sophie stole my body. I recalled the fear and humiliation of having her take me against my will like that, before she could control my mind.

Instead of showing my thoughts, however, I panted and pushed back into Fred's crotch. He inserted his tool in me and resumed fucking me as hard as he could. My breasts were swinging like pendulums and rippling like jelly. I was screaming into and bucking as he ravaged me. He grabbed onto my jiggling hips ad drove deeply into me canal. It didn't take him long to catch up to me, and soon enough he grunted and began to cum himself. I felt his dick pulse and throb as he emptied his jizz into me. I felt the hot semen spray inside my womb as he trembled and thrust one last time. When he pulled out I had to slap my legs together to keep the cum from oozing out of me.

We lay on the floor for a while, catching our breath. I was glowing from the satisfying encounter, even though I was simultaneously a tiny bit disgusted. I wondered how long it would take before the reverie of the orgasm wore off and I would be able to at least think like myself again. Smiling and strutting, I asked where Fred's bathroom was so I could clean myself up. I washed the cum out of my pussy and did my best to fix my hair. I didn't bother pulling my dress back into place, since I still needed to recover my underwear.

After I left the bathroom Fred went into it, and I heard him relieving himself as I collected my bra and panties. Instead of putting them on and running out the front door, I pulled off my dress and put all my clothes in a pile. It looked like I had no choice but to spend the night.

It was still fairly early in the evening, and when Fred returned we found our way to the bedroom and crawled onto the mattress. After some more playing and foreplay, I managed to coax another erection out of him. We fucked one more time, slower than before. This time when he came it was in my mouth, and I swallowed every last drop. Afterwards he fell asleep, exhausted. I managed to sleep a little, but it was not very restful. I awoke early in the morning and put all my clothes back on. I called a taxi and wrote a note to Fred telling him I had a great time and that he could call me if he wanted to hook up again.

An hour later I was back at Sophie's house feeling incredibly dirty, though I was still glowing a little from the decent sex. I started running the water for a shower, grateful of the cleansing feeling I got when I started to scrub the previous night's activities off of my body. I dried my hair and walked naked to the bedroom. Once there I laid down and tried to get a few more hours sleep before beginning my Sunday morning.

I was awoken around eleven in the morning by my phone ringing. I squinted around the room as I managed to find my glasses and put them on. I picked up the phone. The name on the screen was my own - Sophie was calling me. I answered the call. "Hey, stud." I said. I may have had a measure of control when I was around other people, but Sophie seemed to have the power to get me to say whatever she wanted me to. "Hi Sophie," she replied in my old voice. "Just thought I'd check in and see how you were doing. I hope I didn't wake you, I know you and Cindy sometimes stay out all night on the weekend." I smiled and chuckled a tiny bit. "You can wake me up any time you want." I told her, gagging on my own words. "So you enjoyed yourself?" She asked. "I certainly did. Though I think I'd enjoy myself more if you came over here." I replied.

"That's just what I wanted to hear," She said. "Because I got a great idea last night I think you might like..."

To be continued...


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