u/KinkWolf889

All characters are above the age of 18.

Another boring Saturday night. Tinder was dead, matches that never went anywhere, messages left on read. I was horny, frustrated, and tired of the same old nothing. So I switched over to Doublelist, scrolling through the local ads. Plenty of guys looking for tops, vague profiles, dick pics with no personality. Most of them I’d swipe past without a second thought.

One stood out.

Male, 44, bi curious, top. Looking for someone willing to deal with someone new. Body pics attached.

The photos showed a solid, masculine frame broad chest, thick arm. He looked like he could handle himself. I usually avoided new guys because they often got in their heads and went soft, but something about this one felt different. I remembered how nervous I’d been the first time I put myself out there as a bottom and how an experienced guy had made it easy. Plus, he was upfront about what he wanted.

I messaged him.

We went back and forth pretty quickly. I told him I was a 26 year old bi bottom, open to seeing if there was chemistry. He said he was mostly into being dominant and had a specific kink for seeing guys in panties. That made me smile. I had a small collection for nights when I wanted to feel sexy and feminine lace, satin, things that hugged my ass and made my cock look smaller and cuter tucked away.

I told him I was game. He seemed down for pretty much anything else, but the panties and dominance were non negotiable for him. Fair enough. I liked the idea of submitting like that.

He asked if I wanted to come over to his place. I hesitated for a second meeting at someone’s house always carried a little risk but I didn’t want to get fucked in a gas station bathroom or some cheap motel. His place sounded better. We set a time for an hour from now. I got ready.

Showered, made sure I was smooth, and picked out the right pair, soft blue lace bikini panties. They sat low on my hips, the front pouch keeping everything neat and feminine, the back riding up between my cheeks. I pulled my jeans on over them, threw on a t shirt, and headed out. The whole drive over my stomach was tight with nerves and excitement. I almost turned around twice, but I didn’t.

I pulled up to a nice house in a quiet neighborhood, walked up, and knocked.

The door opened.

My brain short circuited.

It was Bryan.

My boss. 44 years old, the same solid build from the photos, salt and pepper hair, that calm, authoritative presence I saw every day at work. We both just stared at each other for a long second.

“Milo,” he said, voice tight.

“Bryan,” I managed.

The silence was heavy.

“This is… awkward as hell,” I said finally. “It’s cold out here. Can I come in at least?”

He stepped aside without a word. I walked in and he closed the door behind me. We stood there in his living room like two idiots who had no idea what to do next.

“So… we don’t have to do this,” I said. “I can just go. We can pretend it never happened.”

He nodded slowly. “Yeah. Probably smart.”

Another pause. His eyes dragged down my body and back up. Something in his face changed the professional mask slipped and something darker, hungrier took its place. His voice dropped, lower and rougher than I’d ever heard it at work.

“Did you wear the panties?”

My heart slammed against my ribs. I could still leave. I could laugh it off. But the way he asked the shift in his tone sent heat straight through me.

I swallowed. “Yes.”

“Show me.”

My hands shook a little as I unbuttoned my jeans and pushed them down just far enough. The blue lace peeked out, delicate against my skin, the front pouch already starting to strain as my cock stirred from the tension and the way he was looking at me.

Bryan stared. His tongue wet his bottom lip. When he spoke again, there was no trace of the guy from the office.

“I’m okay with this if you are.”

I looked at him really looked. The risk was insane. But my body had already decided. The kink match was too perfect, the pull too strong.

“Yes,” I said. “I am.”

He stepped in close, one hand settling on my shoulder, heavy and possessive.

“Good. Take off your pants…..”

I kicked off my shoes and stepped out of the jeans, standing there in just the t shirt and those blue lace panties. My cock was visibly half hard now, outlined obscenely in the delicate fabric.

Bryan watched with open approval. “Now take off mine.”

I moved forward on slightly unsteady legs, unbuckled his belt, popped the button, and dragged his pants and underwear down. His cock sprang out thick, heavy, already hardening, a nice flushed head and a solid shaft that made my mouth water. I wrapped my hand around it once, stroking slowly.

“On your knees,” he ordered.

I dropped. The floor was cool under my bare knees. I leaned in and took the head into my mouth, tasting salt and skin and the faint musk of him. I sucked gently at first, swirling my tongue, working him deeper as he thickened against my tongue. His hand settled on the back of my head, not forcing yet, just guiding.

“Fuck, that’s it,” he growled. “Suck it like you came here to do exactly that.”

I moaned around him and took more. He started rocking his hips, fucking my mouth in slow, controlled thrusts. Spit slicked his shaft. The lace of my panties felt tight and sinful around my own cock, every shift of my body making the fabric rub. Jesus Christ why was this so fucking hotm

“Look at you,” he said, voice low and filthy. “On your knees in those pretty little panties, choking on my cock. Such a good little panty slut. You wore those for me, didn’t you?”

I moaned again, the words hitting me hard. Yes. God, yes.

He pulled me off after a few minutes, gripping my hair. “Up. Bedroom. Now.”

I followed him down the hall on shaky legs, cock straining against the lace. He pushed me into a dimly lit room with a big bed and turned me to face it.

“Shirt off.”

I pulled the t shirt over my head. He shoved me forward onto the bed on my stomach, then yanked my hips up so I was ass up, face down. The position made me feel exposed and vulnerable in the best way.

He grabbed lube from the nightstand. Cool slick fingers circled my hole, then one pushed inside. I gasped into the mattress.

“Tight,” he murmured, almost to himself. “Gonna open you up nice and slow for my cock. You want that, pretty thing? Want me to fuck you while you’re wearing these slutty little panties?”

“Yes,” I breathed. “Please.”

He slowly started to finger my holemy. I pushed back against his hand, moaning, wanting more. He worked me open patiently but thoroughly, adding more lube until I was slick and ready and desperate.

He pulled his fingers out. I heard the wet sound of him stroking lube over his cock. Then the blunt head pressed against my entrance.

“Beg for it.”

“Please,” I said, voice already wrecked. “Please fuck me. I need your cock.”

He pushed in slowly, letting me feel every thick inch as he stretched me open. The burn was perfect. When he bottomed out, hips flush against my ass, he stayed there for a moment, hands gripping my waist over the lace waistband of the panties.

“Fuck,” he groaned. “You feel good. So fucking tight around me.”

He started moving long, deep strokes at first, letting me adjust. The panties were still on, bunched and twisted around my thighs now, the lace framing everything. Every thrust made the fabric shift against my skin.

He picked up speed gradually, hips snapping harder, the wet sound of his cock driving into me filling the room. One hand slid up my back and pressed between my shoulder blades, pinning me down while he fucked me deeper.

“Take it,” he snarled. “Take every fucking inch. This is what you came here for, isn’t it? Dressed up in your panties like a little whore, begging to get your hole wrecked.”

“Yes....fuck....yes!” I cried out, pushing back to meet every thrust.

He was relentless now, pounding into me with steady, powerful strokes that nailed my prostate every time. The pressure built fast and intense. I didn’t even need a hand on my cock the way he was fucking me was enough. My moans turned higher, more desperate.

He pulled out suddenly, flipped me onto my back, and hooked my legs over his shoulders. The panties were still tangled around one thigh. He pushed back inside in one smooth thrust and started fucking me even harder, eyes locked on mine.

“Watch me while I use you,” he demanded. “Look at me while I fuck this tight little hole.”

I did. I couldn’t look away. His face was flushed, jaw tight, pure dominant hunger as he pounded into me. The bed creaked. My cock bounced against my stomach with every thrust, leaking steadily onto my skin and the lace still caught around my thigh.

He leaned down, biting at my neck, sucking hard enough to leave marks. One hand gripped my thigh, holding me open while he drove into me with brutal, perfect rhythm.

“Gonna fill you up,” he growled against my ear. “Gonna breed this pretty little panty slut. You want that? Want my cum deep in your ass?”

“Yes....please....fuck, Bryan....”

The orgasm hit me without warning. My hole clenched hard around him as I came untouched, cum spurting across my stomach and soaking into the blue lace still wrapped around my thigh. The intensity of it made me shake.

Bryan groaned at the feeling of me tightening around him. He slammed in deep, hips stuttering, and came with a low, rough sound pulsing hot and thick inside me, filling me up exactly like he promised. He kept thrusting through it, grinding deep, making sure I took every drop.

When he finally slowed and stilled, we were both breathing hard. He stayed buried in me for a long moment, forehead resting against mine. Then he pulled out slowly. I felt his cum leak out of my used hole, warm and slick, further messing the already ruined panties.

He collapsed beside me and pulled me against his chest without a word. I lay there in the afterglow, body still trembling, lace sticky against my skin, ass sore in the best way.

For a while, neither of us said anything about what had just happened or who we were to each other outside this room. The only sounds were our breathing and the faint hum of the house.

Eventually he spoke, voice rough but quieter.

“Stay a little longer if you want.”

I nodded against his shoulder, not ready to move yet.

After we caught our breath, Bryan got up and asked if I wanted a drink. I said sure.

He came back a minute later with two glasses and handed me one. We sat on the edge of the bed, still half dressed, the air between us thick with everything we’d just done.

He took a sip and said, “Let’s just have this be a one time thing. Otherwise it’s gonna get real awkward at work.”

I nodded, swirling the drink in my glass. “Yeah. Just getting some sexual frustration out. No big deal.”

I glanced over at him. “You’re pretty good, though. Are you sure you’ve never been with a guy before?”

Bryan laughed, low and a little sheepish. “No. You’re my first. I’ve been wanting to for a while, I just… kind of chickened out every time. To be honest with you, I almost chickened out tonight too.” He paused, then added, “I was always the dominant one with my ex wife. When she wore red panties, it meant she wanted to be dominated. It was fun while it lasted.”

I smiled into my glass. “Sounds hot.”

“I almost chickened out too,” I admitted.

We finished our drinks in a comfortable silence. Eventually we said our goodbyes at the door. No kiss, no promises. Just a quiet “See you at work” before I headed home.

The next morning I stood in front of my dresser in just a towel, staring at my usual black boxer briefs. My mind kept drifting back to last night the way Bryan had looked at me in those blue panties, the filthy things he’d said, the way he’d fucked me like he owned me. The forbidden thrill of it all made my cock twitch.

Before I could talk myself out of it, I opened the drawer where I kept my collection and pulled out a pair of red lace panties. I stepped into them, pulled them up, and adjusted myself. The lace hugged my ass and sat low on my hips. Under my work uniform, no one would know…. yeah totally I knew what I was trying to do. Maybe it was a bad decision but I'm committed.

I got dressed, the red lace hidden beneath my pants, and headed in.

The restaurant was already buzzing when I arrived. Breakfast rush in full swing. I was on seating duty today, plus helping wherever they needed me basically a utilitarian tool running between the host stand, the floor, and the back. I saw Bryan a couple of times. We exchanged normal pleasantries, the same way we always did. No lingering looks. No mention of last night. Just two coworkers.

The rush stayed busy. One of the waitresses caught me between tables and asked if I could help Bryan in the walk in cooler. He was portioning out food for the next wave.

I said okay and headed back.

When I stepped into the cooler, the cold air hit me immediately. Bryan was already in there, sleeves rolled up, working at the prep table. The second I saw him, that same low thrum from last night rolled through me. I kept my face neutral and tried to ignore the way my cock was starting to harden in the red lace. The cold helped… a little.

“Hey,” he said, not looking up.

“Hey.”

We got to work portioning food together. For a few minutes it was normal just boss and employee moving product. Then he asked me to grab a container off the lower shelf in the back.

I crouched down and started looking. After a second I realized I couldn’t find it.

“It’s not here,” I called over my shoulder.

Bryan didn’t answer right away.

I glanced back at him.

He was staring.

My uniform pants had ridden down a little when I bent over. The bright red lace waistband was clearly visible above them. I stayed exactly where I was for a moment, heart pounding, letting him look. I didn’t want to move. I wanted him to stare.

Slowly, I reached back and tugged my pants up, taking my time. The lace disappeared inch by inch.

Bryan blinked hard, like he’d been caught. He cleared his throat and pointed toward the other side of the cooler.

“It’s over there.”

I got up, found the container, and brought it over. We went back to portioning like nothing had happened. But the air in the cooler felt different now.

The rest of the shift stayed hectic. A while later the busboy came up to me and said Bryan wanted to see me in his office.

I wiped my hands on a towel and headed down the short hallway. When I stepped inside, Bryan was sitting behind his desk.

“Close the door,” he said. “Lock it.”

I did.

He leaned back in his chair and looked at me for a long moment.

“I thought we were keeping last night a one time thing.”

I tilted my head, playing innocent. “Whatever do you mean, sir?”

He just stared.

I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my pants and slowly pulled it down just enough to show the bright red lace underneath.

“Oh. This?” I asked softly. “I just like to wear them sometimes. Is that a problem, sir?”

Bryan’s jaw tightened. His eyes stayed on the red lace.

“It can be,” he said, voice low, “if you keep teasing me like that.”

I let the waistband snap back into place and met his eyes.

“What’s the punishment then?”

He didn’t hesitate.

“On your knees.”

I dropped without another word.

Bryan stood up, came around the desk, and unbuckled his belt. He pulled his cock out already hard and stepped in close. One hand gripped the back of my head as he fed it into my mouth.

He didn’t start slow this time.

He fucked my throat in steady, controlled thrusts, using my mouth like he had every right to. I relaxed as best I could, taking him deep, eyes watering while he held me in place. The risk of it locked office door or not made my cock throb inside the red lace.

He didn’t say much. Just low, rough sounds and the occasional “Fuck” under his breath as he used me. When he got close he pushed in deep and held me there, cumming hard down my throat. I swallowed every pulse, throat working around him until he finally let go.

Bryan pulled out slowly, breathing heavy. He tucked himself away and looked down at me still on my knees.

“Stay after work.”

I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and nodded.

“Yes, sir.”

All characters are above the age of 18.

We’d been riding together as a crew for almost two years. Alexander was the best of us smooth, cocky, always landing shit the rest of us only dreamed about. Bobby was the loud one, the guy who turned every conversation into something about pussy or how hard he was gonna party. Lucas was right there with him. John was the organized one because it was his dad’s cabin. Jude was the quiet, intense rider who barely said ten words unless he was drunk or pissed off.

This trip was supposed to be a good one qualifying weekend, decent snow, just us in the cabin. We’d been killing it on the mountain all day until the sky opened up and turned into one of the biggest storms of the year. By the time we got back, John got the call from his dad. Roads were already fucked. We were snowed in. At least three days, maybe four.

Bobby lost his mind the second John hung up.

“Fucking bullshit,” he groaned, throwing himself onto the big sectional. “We were supposed to be drowning in pussy this weekend, not stuck in this cabin like a bunch of virgins.”

Alexander just smirked and cracked a beer. Lucas started bitching about his blue balls immediately. John was checking supplies. Jude stayed quiet in the corner, staring out at the snow like it personally offended him.

I sat there listening to them complain for a while, then got up and headed to the small bedroom at the end of the hall. I told myself I was just going to change out of my base layers and maybe grab my charger, but really I just needed a second away from all the horny bitching.

I dropped my bag on the bed and unzipped it. That’s when I saw them.

At the very bottom, tucked under my spare thermals, were three pairs of Angela’s panties. I recognized them immediately the black lace ones she wore on our Miami trip, a soft pink pair, and a tiny white thong. She must have left them in my bag by accident when we were packing together, or maybe she slipped them in as a joke. Either way, there they were.

I just stared at them for a second, dick already twitching in my sweatpants.

I don’t know why I did it. I’d never told anyone not even Angela at first but I liked how panties felt. The soft fabric, the way they hugged everything different. I’d tried a pair of hers once before when she wasn’t home and it had made me stupidly hard. Now here I was, snowed in with five straight jocks, and her panties were right in front of me.

I locked the door.

I stripped out of my base layers and picked up the black lace pair. They were still faintly scented like her. My hands were shaking a little as I stepped into them and pulled them up. The lace stretched over my cock and balls, the thin string sliding right between my cheeks. It felt… really fucking good. Wrong in the best way. My cock was already half hard, pressing against the delicate fabric.

I stood there in front of the mirror for a minute, just looking at myself. Flat chest, happy trail, but wearing my girlfriend’s black lace panties under my clothes. The thrill of it made my stomach tighten.

I pulled my hoodie and sweatpants back on over them and went back out to the living room.

The guys were still going.

“I’m telling you, my balls are gonna explode,” Bobby said loudly. “Three days without pussy? Actual torture.”

I sat back down on the couch, trying to act normal. Every time I shifted, the lace moved against my cock. It was constant, secret stimulation. I was already leaking a little into Angela’s panties.

I pulled out my phone and texted her.

Me: Storm’s bad. We’re snowed in for days. The guys are already bitching about no pussy.

Angela: Lucky you 😉

Me: Babe these guys are straighter than rulers. I wouldn’t do anything without you.

Angela: I’m with Stacy right now. She’s tipsy. I could corrupt her if you give me permission… I give you permission to try and convert those guys. Get at least one. I want details. And wear the panties if you want. I left them in your bag on purpose.

Me: Wait, you left them?

Angela: Yeah. Figured you might want them. Miami wasn’t that long ago. Have fun, baby. Be a good girl for them if you go for it. I want pictures or stories.

My cock throbbed hard inside the black lace the second I read that. She’d left them on purpose. And she was giving me permission.

I sat there for a while longer, listening to them complain, feeling the panties against my skin the whole time. My heart was beating faster. The dare was real now.

After another round of beers and more bitching, I finally said it trying to keep my voice casual even though my dick was leaking into Angela’s panties.

“Look… if you guys are actually that desperate, I could… help out. Hand or mouth or whatever. Angela’s cool with it. I’m serious.”

The room went quiet for a second.

Then Bobby burst out laughing.

“No fucking way,” he said, pointing at me with his beer. “Jenny is offering to be the cabin pussy? Oh that’s rich.”

Lucas cracked up. “Jenny? Yeah, that fits.”

Even Alexander smirked. “Jenny it is, then.”

They started tossing the name around right away “Hey Jenny, grab me another beer.” “Jenny’s gonna take care of us, boys.” It was joking, but there was an edge to it. And every time they said it, my cock twitched harder inside the black lace panties.

Jude didn’t laugh as loud as the others.

He was sitting across from me, quiet like always. But his eyes stayed on me. When Bobby called me Jenny again, Jude’s gaze dropped for a second not mocking, just… interested. Then he looked back up and gave me the smallest nod.

Later, when everyone started heading to their rooms, I went to the kitchen for water. Jude appeared next to me, leaning against the counter.

He spoke low so the others wouldn’t hear.

“You were serious?”

My heart was hammering. The lace panties were still tight against my leaking cock.

“Yeah,” I said quietly. “I was.”

He was quiet for a few seconds, then nodded once.

“Alright… Jenny.”

He said it softer than the others had. Almost like he was testing it.

Then he walked back toward his room.

I stood there in the kitchen for a long minute, cock throbbing, while the guys had already started calling me Jenny.

When I finally went back to my room and closed the door, I didn’t take the panties off. I pushed my sweatpants down, got on the bed on my stomach, and ground my lace covered cock against the mattress while I thought about them calling me Jenny… and about the way Jude had looked at me when he said it.

My cock was half hard, pressed against the delicate fabric. I kept replaying everything that happened earlier the guys calling me Jenny, the way Jude had looked at me in the kitchen. I was too worked up to sleep.

Then the door handle turned.

I froze.

It opened and closed again, quiet. Then the lock clicked.

Jude.

He stood there for a second, letting his eyes adjust to the low light from the snow outside. He saw me immediately lying on the bed in nothing but the black lace panties, ass slightly raised, no blanket, no other clothes.

His eyes dropped straight to me.

He didn’t move at first. Then he spoke, voice low and rough.

“You’re wearing panties.”

It wasn’t a question. Just a flat, surprised statement.

I stayed where I was, heart pounding, cock now fully hard inside the lace.

Jude walked over to the bed without another word. He grabbed a fistful of my hair and turned my head toward him.

“Open.”

I opened my mouth.

He pulled his cock out already hard and pushed straight between my lips. He fucked my throat in steady, deep strokes, one hand in my hair, the other braced on the headboard. I gagged around him but didn’t pull back. I let him use my mouth while the lace rubbed against my own aching cock with every thrust.

After a minute he pulled out, breathing heavier. He moved down my body, grabbed the waistband of the panties, and yanked them to the side so my hole was exposed.

He spit on his cock, gave it a couple quick strokes, then grabbed my hips and pulled me up onto my knees so I was on all fours.

“Lube,” I said, voice hoarse. “Front pocket of my backpack. By the door.”

Jude let out a short breath, got off the bed, grabbed my backpack, found the small bottle, and came back. He slicked his cock once, then lined up.

I bit down on my forearm to stay quiet as he sank all the way inside in one steady thrust. The stretch made my eyes water, but I pushed back against him anyway and every time he thrust, the fabric dragged against my cock and balls.

Jude fucked me hard and deep in doggy, one hand gripping my hip, the other on the back of my neck keeping me down. He didn’t talk much at first. Just low, rough sounds and the occasional “fuck, Jenny” when I clenched around him.

A moan slipped out of me when he hit a particularly deep spot.

Jude’s hand immediately moved from my neck to my mouth. He pressed his palm over it, leaning down close to my ear.

“Be quiet,” he growled, voice low and firm. “You’re gonna wake the whole cabin, Jenny.”

I nodded against his hand, trying to stay silent, but another muffled moan escaped when he started fucking me even harder. He kept his hand over my mouth the whole time after that, fucking me steady and rough while I moaned into his palm.

When he got close he didn’t pull out. He pushed in deep, held there, and came inside me with a low groan. I felt every thick pulse as he unloaded deep in my ass, his cock twitching as he filled me.

He stayed buried for a few seconds, breathing hard against the back of my neck. Then he slowly pulled out, letting some of his cum leak out around the lace and drip down my thigh.

He didn’t say anything else. He just tucked himself away, unlocked the door, and slipped out as quietly as he’d come in.

I stayed on my knees for a long minute after he left, heart still racing, ass sore and leaking into the black lace panties. My own cock was still painfully hard, untouched except for the constant friction of the fabric.

I finally collapsed onto my stomach, reached down, and wrapped my hand around myself. I jerked off fast and desperate, replaying everything Jude walking in, seeing the panties, fucking my throat, then fucking my ass while telling me to be quiet. I came hard into the already messy lace, biting the pillow to stay silent.

Afterward I just lay there, breathing heavily, the panties soaked with both our cum. I was too exhausted to take them off.

I woke up, the panties were stiff and sticky with dried cum mine and Jude’s. My ass felt sore and used. The second I moved, I could feel some of his load still leaking out of me.

The dreams from last night were still fresh. Jude walking in. Seeing the panties. Fucking my throat. Then bending me over and breeding me while telling me to be quiet. I was rock hard before I even opened my eyes.

I reached down, pulled the front of the panties down under my balls, and started jerking off. It didn’t take long. I grabbed the lube, slicked up my fingers, and pushed them into my still wet hole while I stroked myself. I came hard, shooting into the already ruined lace with a quiet groan.

I was a complete mess.

I sat up and looked down at myself shirtless, panties soaked in front and leaking in the back. I needed a shower. I almost grabbed a pair of sweatpants, then stopped.

Fuck it.

I stood up wearing nothing but the panties and walked out of the room toward the bathroom. The cabin was still quiet.

I stepped into the bathroom, closed the door behind me, and turned on the shower. The water started running hot. I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of the panties and was just about to push them down when the bathroom door opened again.

Bobby stepped inside and shut the door.

He looked at me for a second standing there naked except for the soaked panties halfway down my thighs and smirked.

“So you were serious,” he said.

He didn’t wait for an answer. He started undressing right there, pulling off his shirt and pushing his sweats down. His cock was already getting hard.

“Get in the shower,” he told me.

I stepped out of the panties completely and got under the hot water. Bobby got in behind me, grabbed my hips, and immediately bent me forward. He didn’t waste any time. He lined up and pushed his cock into my still lubed, cum filled hole in one smooth thrust.

“Fuck…” he groaned.

He started fucking me hard right away rough, deep strokes while the hot water poured over us. One of his hands was on my hip, the other gripping the back of my neck, pushing me against the shower wall. He didn’t hold back. Every thrust was hard and fast, his hips slapping against my ass.

I had to bite my lip to stay quiet as he pounded me. The stretch felt good after last night, and I could still feel some of Jude’s cum being fucked deeper inside me.

Bobby fucked me like he’d been waiting for this. He was breathing heavy against my shoulder, groaning low every time I clenched around him.

“Fuck, Jenny… this ass is perfect.”

He kept going hard and fast until he suddenly pushed in deep, held there, and came with a rough groan. I felt every thick pulse as he unloaded inside me, adding to the mess already in my ass.

He stayed buried for a few seconds, catching his breath, then slowly pulled out. Some of his cum immediately started leaking out of me and running down my thigh.

Before either of us could say anything, the bathroom door opened again.

Lucas stepped in and stopped.

He stared at us through the glass, me bent forward in the shower, Bobby still standing behind me.

Lucas let out a short laugh.

“What the fuck is going on here?”

Bobby just grinned and gave my ass a light slap.

“Jenny’s making good on her offer,” he said. “You in or what?”

All characters are above the age of 18.

I needed the money. My ex had moved out two months ago and the bills were stacking up fast. So when Trenton, my neighbor and friend in the same building, asked if I could be his in home physical therapist after he tore his rotator cuff on a job site, I said yes. His insurance covered it, it was convenient as hell, and I was already qualified as a PT nurse.

We kept it professional those first couple of days. I showed up in my scrubs, ran him through the standard protocol gentle pendulum swings, assisted range of motion stretches, soft tissue work on his shoulder and chest, scapular stabilization. He was a decent guy, early thirties, solid build, brown shaggy hair that always looked like he’d just rolled out of bed. Straight as far as I knew. Nothing weird. Just two buddies helping each other out.

Until that night.

I got home late, exhausted but wired. I needed release. Bad. I stripped down in my own apartment, slicked up my favorite plug and worked it into myself with a low moan. Then I got dressed for myself. Black leather mini skirt that barely covered the bottom curve of my ass, matching leather crop top that zipped up the front and showed off my smooth stomach, and a tiny black thong that framed the base of the plug. Mid length black hair tousled, a little gloss on my lips. I was just about to pull up some porn on my laptop when my phone lit up.

Trenton’s voice came through muffled, like he was talking into his watch. “Raylee… I slipped in the shower. I’m on the floor of the tub. I’m scared to move my shoulder… if I twist it wrong....”

“I’m coming right now,” I said, already grabbing the oversized black coat from the hook by the door. It was long enough to cover everything. I didn’t even bother with shoes, just slipped on slides and ran.

His door was unlocked when I got there. I let myself in and went straight to the bathroom. He was lying naked in the empty tub, skin wet and goose bumped, shivering, one hand protectively near his bad shoulder. Water droplets clung to the hair on his chest and the trail down his stomach. His cock lay soft against his thigh.

“Jesus, Trenton.” I crouched beside the tub. “Let’s see what’s going on.”

I checked him quickly no new swelling in the shoulder, no obvious dislocation, just the same rotator cuff strain we’d been working on. He looked embarrassed as hell.

“This is fucking humiliating,” he muttered.

“It’s fine,” I said gently. “Can you stand? Slowly. Use your good arm.”

I helped him up, steadying him with my hands on his waist. He was cold really cold. “Let’s get the water on and warm you up before you catch something.”

He nodded, then his eyes dropped to the long coat I was still wearing. “Could you… help me? And why are you wearing a coat?”

I hesitated, heat crawling up my neck. “I’m not dressed for work.”

He gave a weak laugh that turned into a shiver. “I don’t care, man. Just a little help. I can barely lift this arm.”

I huffed out a breath, cheeks burning, and shrugged the coat off my shoulders. It pooled on the floor.

Trenton’s eyes went wide. “Wow.”

The leather mini skirt rode high on my thighs, the thong peeking when I moved. The leather top hugged my chest, the zipper half down from when I’d rushed. The plug shifted inside me with every step, a constant filthy reminder of what I’d been about to do.

“Enough,” I said quickly, trying to sound professional even though my voice shook. “Let’s get you warm.”

I turned on the shower, adjusted the temperature, and helped him step under the spray. I stayed mostly out of the water at first, but my hands got wet fast as I soaped up a washcloth and started cleaning him chest, good shoulder, back, arms. I was careful with the injured side, supporting his elbow the way we did in PT sessions. He got hard fast. Thick, curving up toward his stomach, the head flushed dark. He didn’t try to hide it.

“Sorry,” he said, voice rough. “It’s just… the way you’re dressed. I wasn’t expecting…”

“It’s fine,” I said, keeping my eyes on his shoulder even as the plug throbbed inside me. “I was having some fun before you called. I rushed over.”

I grabbed the liquid soap and kept going, deliberately avoiding his crotch even though his cock twitched every time my hands got close. We finished the shower. I turned the water off, grabbed a big towel, and I dried him off carefully, wrapped a towel around his waist, and helped him into the bedroom. He sat on the edge of the bed, towel already tenting hard from what he’d seen in the bathroom. His eyes never left me the mini skirt barely covering my ass, the leather crop top, the way my mid length black hair was starting to dry messy around my face.

He was quiet for a second, just staring. Then he spoke, voice low and rough.

“I don’t ever go for guys… but if I knew they made them like you, I would change.”

The words hit me like a punch. My stomach flipped. He kept looking at me like he was seeing something brand new.

Then his tone shifted still calm, but heavier. Commanding.

“You want to suck my cock, don’t you?”

I froze in place, heart hammering so hard I could feel it in my throat. The plug inside me felt impossibly full. I swallowed and answered so quietly it was barely a sound.

“…Yes.”

Trenton’s good hand reached out and caught the hem of my leather skirt, lifting it just enough to see the black thong and the base of the plug nestled between my cheeks. He let out a low breath.

“Then come over here and suck my cock.”

I stepped between his spread knees and sank down onto them. My hands trembled as I pulled the towel open. His cock sprang free, thick and flushed, already leaking. I leaned in without being told twice.

“Slow,” he ordered, his good hand sliding into my black hair. “Start with your tongue. Lick the head. Taste it. Eyes up on me the whole time.”

I dragged my tongue across the swollen tip, tasting him, then took the head into my mouth and sucked gently the way he wanted. My hand wrapped around the shaft, stroking slow and steady while I looked up at him through my lashes.

“Deeper,” he said after a minute. “Relax that throat. Take more. That’s it… good girl.”

Him calling me a good girl made my whole body flush. I sank lower, lips stretching around him, the plug shifting inside me every time I moved. Trenton’s thumb brushed my cheek where it was hollowed out around his cock.

“Reach back,” he commanded. “Play with that plug while you suck me. Push it in and out a little. Don’t take it out just fuck yourself with it while your mouth is full.”

I moaned around him and did exactly what he said. One hand stayed on his cock, the other slipped behind me under the tiny leather skirt. I gripped the base of the plug and started working it in shallow thrusts, the double sensation making my eyes water. The wet sounds of my mouth and the slick drag of the plug filled the quiet room.

Trenton watched every second, breathing heavier.

“Fuck… look at you. Dressed like this, plugged, on your knees…” He gave my hair a gentle tug. “You’re something else.”

He let me suck him like that for another minute, then gave the next order.

“Stand up. Turn around. Bend over the bed and lift that skirt. Show me everything.”

I stood on shaky legs, turned, and bent forward over the mattress. I reached back and flipped the leather mini skirt up over my ass, thong still on, plug on full display. Trenton’s good hand smoothed over one cheek, then hooked the thong string to the side so he could see the plug stretching me.

“Jesus,” he muttered. “You came over here wearing this… plug and all… just to help me in the shower.”

He gave the plug a slow push, then pulled it halfway out before sliding it back in. I whimpered into the sheets.

“Get on the bed” he commanded.

I climbed onto the bed and swung my leg over him, settling into reverse straddle with my back to his chest and my ass facing him. The leather mini skirt rode straight up. Trenton’s good hand grabbed my ass, spreading me open so he could see the plug.

“Reach back and take the plug out,” he ordered. “Slowly. I want to watch.”

I obeyed, easing it free while he held me open. When it slipped out I set it aside.

“Now sit on my cock. I want to watch that ass while you ride me.”

I lined him up and sank down in one smooth motion, taking every thick inch with a soft, high sound.

Trenton’s hand stayed on my ass. “How does this cock feel inside you right now?”

“So good, sir…” I breathed. “Really thick. Stretching me.”

“Move. Slow at first.”

I started rolling my hips. He watched from behind, squeezing and spreading my cheeks so he could see everything.

After a few strokes he said, “Moan like a girl for me,” and slapped my ass at the same time.

The sharp sting made my moan pitch up instantly higher, breathier, more feminine than before. Trenton groaned behind me.

“That’s it. Keep making those pretty sounds.”

He let me ride slow for another minute, then gave my ass another light slap.

“Faster. Bounce on it.”

I picked up the pace, riding him harder. The wet sounds of me taking his cock filled the room. His good hand slid up my back, then into my hair, giving it a gentle tug.

“How does this cock feel now that you’re bouncing on it like that?”

“So deep, sir,” I moaned, voice already higher from the last slap.

“Grind down hard,” he ordered. “Circles.”

I ground down in tight circles the way he wanted. A moment later he said it again:

“Good girl,” and slapped my ass at the same time.

The sting shot straight through me. My next moan came out even higher, needier, exactly the way he wanted. Trenton’s breathing got heavier behind me.

“Fuck… you sound so pretty when you do that. Keep riding.”

I stopped trying to control the sounds. Every slap pulled a higher, girlier moan out of me without me even thinking about it.

When he finally gave permission, his voice was rough.

“Now. Cum for me. Moan like a girl while you cum on this cock.”

He slapped my ass one more time as he said it.

The sting and the command hit at the same time. I came hard, the moan tearing out of me high and broken and completely girly. My whole body shook as I clenched around him. Trenton followed right after, hips jerking up as he filled me, his good hand holding me down so I had to take every pulse.

I stayed there afterward, still straddling him in reverse, leather skirt bunched up, his cum leaking out of me. My breathing was shaky and high pitched from how I’d been moaning. Trenton’s good hand smoothed slowly over the spot he’d been slapping.

His voice was quieter when he finally spoke.

“We’re not done figuring this out,” he said. “But tomorrow… we’re going to talk about what else you’re going to wear to my PT sessions.”

He gave my ass one last lazy squeeze, right over the warm spot from his hand.

“Understood?”

I nodded, still catching my breath. “Yes, sir.”

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I needed the money. My ex had moved out two months ago and the bills were stacking up fast. So when Trenton, my neighbor and friend in the same building, asked if I could be his in home physical therapist after he tore his rotator cuff on a job site, I said yes. His insurance covered it, it was convenient as hell, and I was already qualified as a PT nurse.

We kept it professional those first couple of days. I showed up in my scrubs, ran him through the standard protocol gentle pendulum swings, assisted range of motion stretches, soft tissue work on his shoulder and chest, scapular stabilization. He was a decent guy, early thirties, solid build, brown shaggy hair that always looked like he’d just rolled out of bed. Straight as far as I knew. Nothing weird. Just two buddies helping each other out.

Until that night.

I got home late, exhausted but wired. I needed release. Bad. I stripped down in my own apartment, slicked up my favorite plug and worked it into myself with a low moan. Then I got dressed for myself. Black leather mini skirt that barely covered the bottom curve of my ass, matching leather crop top that zipped up the front and showed off my smooth stomach, and a tiny black thong that framed the base of the plug. Mid length black hair tousled, a little gloss on my lips. I was just about to pull up some porn on my laptop when my phone lit up.

Trenton’s voice came through muffled, like he was talking into his watch. “Raylee… I slipped in the shower. I’m on the floor of the tub. I’m scared to move my shoulder… if I twist it wrong....”

“I’m coming right now,” I said, already grabbing the oversized black coat from the hook by the door. It was long enough to cover everything. I didn’t even bother with shoes, just slipped on slides and ran.

His door was unlocked when I got there. I let myself in and went straight to the bathroom. He was lying naked in the empty tub, skin wet and goose bumped, shivering, one hand protectively near his bad shoulder. Water droplets clung to the hair on his chest and the trail down his stomach. His cock lay soft against his thigh.

“Jesus, Trenton.” I crouched beside the tub. “Let’s see what’s going on.”

I checked him quickly no new swelling in the shoulder, no obvious dislocation, just the same rotator cuff strain we’d been working on. He looked embarrassed as hell.

“This is fucking humiliating,” he muttered.

“It’s fine,” I said gently. “Can you stand? Slowly. Use your good arm.”

I helped him up, steadying him with my hands on his waist. He was cold really cold. “Let’s get the water on and warm you up before you catch something.”

He nodded, then his eyes dropped to the long coat I was still wearing. “Could you… help me? And why are you wearing a coat?”

I hesitated, heat crawling up my neck. “I’m not dressed for work.”

He gave a weak laugh that turned into a shiver. “I don’t care, man. Just a little help. I can barely lift this arm.”

I huffed out a breath, cheeks burning, and shrugged the coat off my shoulders. It pooled on the floor.

Trenton’s eyes went wide. “Wow.”

The leather mini skirt rode high on my thighs, the thong peeking when I moved. The leather top hugged my chest, the zipper half down from when I’d rushed. The plug shifted inside me with every step, a constant filthy reminder of what I’d been about to do.

“Enough,” I said quickly, trying to sound professional even though my voice shook. “Let’s get you warm.”

I turned on the shower, adjusted the temperature, and helped him step under the spray. I stayed mostly out of the water at first, but my hands got wet fast as I soaped up a washcloth and started cleaning him chest, good shoulder, back, arms. I was careful with the injured side, supporting his elbow the way we did in PT sessions. He got hard fast. Thick, curving up toward his stomach, the head flushed dark. He didn’t try to hide it.

“Sorry,” he said, voice rough. “It’s just… the way you’re dressed. I wasn’t expecting…”

“It’s fine,” I said, keeping my eyes on his shoulder even as the plug throbbed inside me. “I was having some fun before you called. I rushed over.”

I grabbed the liquid soap and kept going, deliberately avoiding his crotch even though his cock twitched every time my hands got close. We finished the shower. I turned the water off, grabbed a big towel, and I dried him off carefully, wrapped a towel around his waist, and helped him into the bedroom. He sat on the edge of the bed, towel already tenting hard from what he’d seen in the bathroom. His eyes never left me the mini skirt barely covering my ass, the leather crop top, the way my mid length black hair was starting to dry messy around my face.

He was quiet for a second, just staring. Then he spoke, voice low and rough.

“I don’t ever go for guys… but if I knew they made them like you, I would change.”

The words hit me like a punch. My stomach flipped. He kept looking at me like he was seeing something brand new.

Then his tone shifted still calm, but heavier. Commanding.

“You want to suck my cock, don’t you?”

I froze in place, heart hammering so hard I could feel it in my throat. The plug inside me felt impossibly full. I swallowed and answered so quietly it was barely a sound.

“…Yes.”

Trenton’s good hand reached out and caught the hem of my leather skirt, lifting it just enough to see the black thong and the base of the plug nestled between my cheeks. He let out a low breath.

“Then come over here and suck my cock.”

I stepped between his spread knees and sank down onto them. My hands trembled as I pulled the towel open. His cock sprang free, thick and flushed, already leaking. I leaned in without being told twice.

“Slow,” he ordered, his good hand sliding into my black hair. “Start with your tongue. Lick the head. Taste it. Eyes up on me the whole time.”

I dragged my tongue across the swollen tip, tasting him, then took the head into my mouth and sucked gently the way he wanted. My hand wrapped around the shaft, stroking slow and steady while I looked up at him through my lashes.

“Deeper,” he said after a minute. “Relax that throat. Take more. That’s it… good girl.”

Him calling me a good girl made my whole body flush. I sank lower, lips stretching around him, the plug shifting inside me every time I moved. Trenton’s thumb brushed my cheek where it was hollowed out around his cock.

“Reach back,” he commanded. “Play with that plug while you suck me. Push it in and out a little. Don’t take it out just fuck yourself with it while your mouth is full.”

I moaned around him and did exactly what he said. One hand stayed on his cock, the other slipped behind me under the tiny leather skirt. I gripped the base of the plug and started working it in shallow thrusts, the double sensation making my eyes water. The wet sounds of my mouth and the slick drag of the plug filled the quiet room.

Trenton watched every second, breathing heavier.

“Fuck… look at you. Dressed like this, plugged, on your knees…” He gave my hair a gentle tug. “You’re something else.”

He let me suck him like that for another minute, then gave the next order.

“Stand up. Turn around. Bend over the bed and lift that skirt. Show me everything.”

I stood on shaky legs, turned, and bent forward over the mattress. I reached back and flipped the leather mini skirt up over my ass, thong still on, plug on full display. Trenton’s good hand smoothed over one cheek, then hooked the thong string to the side so he could see the plug stretching me.

“Jesus,” he muttered. “You came over here wearing this… plug and all… just to help me in the shower.”

He gave the plug a slow push, then pulled it halfway out before sliding it back in. I whimpered into the sheets.

“Get on the bed” he commanded.

I climbed onto the bed and swung my leg over him, settling into reverse straddle with my back to his chest and my ass facing him. The leather mini skirt rode straight up. Trenton’s good hand grabbed my ass, spreading me open so he could see the plug.

“Reach back and take the plug out,” he ordered. “Slowly. I want to watch.”

I obeyed, easing it free while he held me open. When it slipped out I set it aside.

“Now sit on my cock. I want to watch that ass while you ride me.”

I lined him up and sank down in one smooth motion, taking every thick inch with a soft, high sound.

Trenton’s hand stayed on my ass. “How does this cock feel inside you right now?”

“So good, sir…” I breathed. “Really thick. Stretching me.”

“Move. Slow at first.”

I started rolling my hips. He watched from behind, squeezing and spreading my cheeks so he could see everything.

After a few strokes he said, “Moan like a girl for me,” and slapped my ass at the same time.

The sharp sting made my moan pitch up instantly higher, breathier, more feminine than before. Trenton groaned behind me.

“That’s it. Keep making those pretty sounds.”

He let me ride slow for another minute, then gave my ass another light slap.

“Faster. Bounce on it.”

I picked up the pace, riding him harder. The wet sounds of me taking his cock filled the room. His good hand slid up my back, then into my hair, giving it a gentle tug.

“How does this cock feel now that you’re bouncing on it like that?”

“So deep, sir,” I moaned, voice already higher from the last slap.

“Grind down hard,” he ordered. “Circles.”

I ground down in tight circles the way he wanted. A moment later he said it again:

“Good girl,” and slapped my ass at the same time.

The sting shot straight through me. My next moan came out even higher, needier, exactly the way he wanted. Trenton’s breathing got heavier behind me.

“Fuck… you sound so pretty when you do that. Keep riding.”

I stopped trying to control the sounds. Every slap pulled a higher, girlier moan out of me without me even thinking about it.

When he finally gave permission, his voice was rough.

“Now. Cum for me. Moan like a girl while you cum on this cock.”

He slapped my ass one more time as he said it.

The sting and the command hit at the same time. I came hard, the moan tearing out of me high and broken and completely girly. My whole body shook as I clenched around him. Trenton followed right after, hips jerking up as he filled me, his good hand holding me down so I had to take every pulse.

I stayed there afterward, still straddling him in reverse, leather skirt bunched up, his cum leaking out of me. My breathing was shaky and high pitched from how I’d been moaning. Trenton’s good hand smoothed slowly over the spot he’d been slapping.

His voice was quieter when he finally spoke.

“We’re not done figuring this out,” he said. “But tomorrow… we’re going to talk about what else you’re going to wear to my PT sessions.”

He gave my ass one last lazy squeeze, right over the warm spot from his hand.

“Understood?”

I nodded, still catching my breath. “Yes, sir.”

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The heat hadn’t broken. Even after the sun went down it was still 95 degrees and sticky as hell. We cheered the whole game anyway, the girls and me on the cheer squad. Right before we left the field, Coach pulled me aside and asked if I could transport a couple of extra cheer uniforms to the out of town competition next weekend in case someone’s got damaged or forgotten. I threw one in my duffel without thinking much of it.

We lost. Close enough to hurt. The girls hugged it out. I peeled off toward the boys’ locker room like always. Only male cheerleader meant I showered with the team.

I pushed through the doors into the wall of heat and naked bodies. Most of the guys were already stripping or under the open showers, pissed off and venting. Toby was by his locker, towel low, thick cock hanging heavy. Harris was under the spray, water running over his cut body. Finlay and a couple others were bitching while they soaped up.

My cock twitched the second I saw them.

I stripped tight top, short shorts, then briefs and my dick was already starting to fill out. I tried to ignore it and grabbed my shower bag.

Most of the team finished fast and left, still complaining about the refs and the dropped passes. Lockers slammed. The room emptied until it was just two guys left under the running water.

Toby and Harris.

Both still rinsing off the loss. Toby thick and powerful. Harris leaner, intense, big hands. Their cocks were starting to swell from the heat and the frustration.

I dropped my briefs. My cock sprang free, half hard and getting worse by the second.

Toby turned and smirked. “Look at the gay guy. Hard in the team shower.”

Harris glanced over too, both of them staring at my dick as it throbbed.

I kept my voice even. “If you were showering with hot girls you’d be the same. And I’m not just into guys I like boys and girls.”

Toby laughed once, short and rough. “Whatever, gay guy, but fair point.” He gave his own cock a slow stroke under the water. It thickened fast. “That brunette in the stands? I’d have her gagging on this right now. Wouldn’t even ask.”

Harris nodded, soaping his balls. “Yeah. Blonde from the other squad. I’d bend her over and rail her till she forgot her name. Just use that pussy.”

They kept talking like that crude, selfish, exactly what frustrated jocks say after a loss. Their cocks were fully hard now, heavy and veined.

My cock betrayed me. It stood straight up, pre cum dripping down the shaft.

I said it before I could stop myself. “See? If you were at least a little bi I could take care of that for you. No girls here, but I’m a team player.”

Toby’s smirk faded. He looked almost annoyed. “There’s no way we could fuck a guy.”

Harris nodded, frowning. “Yeah. Not happening.”

I shrugged, trying to sound casual even though my heart was pounding. “Your loss.”

They both looked frustrated now horny, pissed off from the game, and clearly worked up from their own dirty talk. Their cocks were still rock hard.

I glanced at my duffel bag, then back at them.

“I’ve got one of the spare cheer uniforms in my bag,” I said. “Coach asked me to bring extras for the competition. If you guys want… I can put it on.”

Toby and Harris stared at me for a second. The air felt heavier.

Toby was the first to speak, voice low. “Yeah. Go put it on.”

I stepped out of the main shower area, grabbed the spare uniform from my bag, and changed. A minute later I walked back under the hot spray wearing it the tight sleeveless top and short pleated skirt, the fabric already starting to dampen from the steam. My cock was still hard underneath, the skirt doing nothing to hide the tent.

The second I stepped back in, both of them stared.

“Fuck,” Harris muttered.

Toby’s eyes dragged over me. “Look at that.”

He grabbed me by the waist, spun me around, and flipped the back of the skirt up. Without another word he shoved his cock against my hole and started to push.

I twisted back. “Wait….. the lube’s in my shower bag. Side pocket. Grab it.”

Harris let out a short, rough laugh. Toby reached over, grabbed my bag, found the bottle, and tossed it to him. Harris squirted some on his cock and rubbed a quick, messy amount over my hole that was all the prep I got.

Then Toby shoved in hard.

I gasped as the thick stretch burned through me. He didn’t give me any time to adjust. He started fucking immediately deep, rough, selfish strokes that slammed me forward with every thrust. The hot water sprayed over my back and the skirt while he used my ass like it was there for exactly this. Every time he bottomed out, a wet slap echoed off the tiles.

Harris stepped in front of me, grabbed a fistful of my wet hair, and yanked my head up. “Open,” he ordered, and forced his cock into my mouth. He started fucking my face in the same hard rhythm Toby was using on my ass.

“Fuck yeah,” Toby grunted behind me, pounding harder. “Look at the little gay guy in his cheer uniform. Bent over in the team shower getting railed like a cheap slut.”

Harris laughed, thrusting deeper into my throat. “This is all you’re good for, isn’t it? The team’s personal fucktoy. Bet you were hoping we’d use this hole after we lost.”

The words hit me hard. My cock jerked and leaked even more under the skirt. I hated how much I liked it when they talked to me like that like I was nothing but holes for them to use. The humiliation made my stomach twist and my dick throb at the same time.

Toby’s fingers dug into my hips through the bunched up skirt, holding me in place as he fucked me with long, punishing strokes. “Tight little ass. Gripping me like it was made to take dick. You love this shit, don’t you?”

I moaned around Harris’s cock, the sound wet and muffled. My body was already shaking and they’d barely started.

They switched.

Harris pulled out of my mouth and moved behind me. Toby yanked his cock out of my ass and stepped around to my front, grabbing my head with both hands and forcing his cock back into my mouth. At the same time Harris shoved into me in one hard thrust, stretching me wider than before.

“Clean it,” Toby ordered, fucking my face. “Taste yourself on my dick while my buddy wrecks your hole.”

Harris slammed into me harder, the wet sound of skin on skin loud in the showers. “Fuck, this hole’s better than pussy. You were made for this, gay guy.”

They kept going like that for a long time switching every few minutes, repositioning me however they wanted. They manhandled me like I weighed nothing, spinning me, lifting one of my legs, pushing me against the wall, bending me over the bench. They treated me like a toy dressed up for them.

“Pass him over,” Toby said at one point, pulling out. “I want another turn before it gets too sloppy.”

Harris laughed and shoved me toward him. “Go ahead. The little cheerleader can take it.”

They used me for a long time. Long, relentless, overwhelming. I lost track of how many times they switched. My jaw ached. My ass felt sore and stretched. My legs were shaking. My cock was so hard it hurt, leaking steadily under the skirt, but neither of them touched it. They didn’t care.

I eventually came, clenching hard around Harris’s cock while he was fucking me. My cock jerked and I shot onto the wet floor under the skirt in thick ropes. Neither of them slowed down. Neither of them said anything about it. Harris just grunted and kept thrusting like my orgasm didn’t exist.

They kept using me.

Toby took another turn in my ass, fucking me hard before pulling out and stroking fast, painting thick ropes across my lower back and the skirt. Harris took his place immediately, sliding into the mess and fucking me harder until he came deep inside me with a rough groan.

When he finally pulled out, cum leaked down my thighs in heavy trails. I was shaking, sore, and completely used, still half dressed in the damp cheer uniform.

Toby rinsed some of the mess off my back with the spray. “Good job, gay guy. You really helped the team tonight.”

Harris gave my ass one last rough slap, the skirt fluttering from the impact. “Next time we lose, shower duty’s on you again. Uniform and all.”

They finished showering with quick, efficient hands, washing the worst of the cum off me and the uniform like they were just cleaning up. Then they dried off, got dressed, and left.

I stayed under the cooling water in the damp cheer uniform, legs shaky, ass sore and leaking, body aching in that deep, used way.

I was the only male cheerleader.

And tonight I had been exactly what they needed a hole to use until they were satisfied.

I think I'm keeping this uniform.

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The heat hadn’t broken. Even after the sun went down it was still 95 degrees and sticky as hell. We cheered the whole game anyway, the girls and me on the cheer squad. Right before we left the field, Coach pulled me aside and asked if I could transport a couple of extra cheer uniforms to the out of town competition next weekend in case someone’s got damaged or forgotten. I threw one in my duffel without thinking much of it.

We lost. Close enough to hurt. The girls hugged it out. I peeled off toward the boys’ locker room like always. Only male cheerleader meant I showered with the team.

I pushed through the doors into the wall of heat and naked bodies. Most of the guys were already stripping or under the open showers, pissed off and venting. Toby was by his locker, towel low, thick cock hanging heavy. Harris was under the spray, water running over his cut body. Finlay and a couple others were bitching while they soaped up.

My cock twitched the second I saw them.

I stripped tight top, short shorts, then briefs and my dick was already starting to fill out. I tried to ignore it and grabbed my shower bag.

Most of the team finished fast and left, still complaining about the refs and the dropped passes. Lockers slammed. The room emptied until it was just two guys left under the running water.

Toby and Harris.

Both still rinsing off the loss. Toby thick and powerful. Harris leaner, intense, big hands. Their cocks were starting to swell from the heat and the frustration.

I dropped my briefs. My cock sprang free, half hard and getting worse by the second.

Toby turned and smirked. “Look at the gay guy. Hard in the team shower.”

Harris glanced over too, both of them staring at my dick as it throbbed.

I kept my voice even. “If you were showering with hot girls you’d be the same. And I’m not just into guys I like boys and girls.”

Toby laughed once, short and rough. “Whatever, gay guy, but fair point.” He gave his own cock a slow stroke under the water. It thickened fast. “That brunette in the stands? I’d have her gagging on this right now. Wouldn’t even ask.”

Harris nodded, soaping his balls. “Yeah. Blonde from the other squad. I’d bend her over and rail her till she forgot her name. Just use that pussy.”

They kept talking like that crude, selfish, exactly what frustrated jocks say after a loss. Their cocks were fully hard now, heavy and veined.

My cock betrayed me. It stood straight up, pre cum dripping down the shaft.

I said it before I could stop myself. “See? If you were at least a little bi I could take care of that for you. No girls here, but I’m a team player.”

Toby’s smirk faded. He looked almost annoyed. “There’s no way we could fuck a guy.”

Harris nodded, frowning. “Yeah. Not happening.”

I shrugged, trying to sound casual even though my heart was pounding. “Your loss.”

They both looked frustrated now horny, pissed off from the game, and clearly worked up from their own dirty talk. Their cocks were still rock hard.

I glanced at my duffel bag, then back at them.

“I’ve got one of the spare cheer uniforms in my bag,” I said. “Coach asked me to bring extras for the competition. If you guys want… I can put it on.”

Toby and Harris stared at me for a second. The air felt heavier.

Toby was the first to speak, voice low. “Yeah. Go put it on.”

I stepped out of the main shower area, grabbed the spare uniform from my bag, and changed. A minute later I walked back under the hot spray wearing it the tight sleeveless top and short pleated skirt, the fabric already starting to dampen from the steam. My cock was still hard underneath, the skirt doing nothing to hide the tent.

The second I stepped back in, both of them stared.

“Fuck,” Harris muttered.

Toby’s eyes dragged over me. “Look at that.”

He grabbed me by the waist, spun me around, and flipped the back of the skirt up. Without another word he shoved his cock against my hole and started to push.

I twisted back. “Wait….. the lube’s in my shower bag. Side pocket. Grab it.”

Harris let out a short, rough laugh. Toby reached over, grabbed my bag, found the bottle, and tossed it to him. Harris squirted some on his cock and rubbed a quick, messy amount over my hole that was all the prep I got.

Then Toby shoved in hard.

I gasped as the thick stretch burned through me. He didn’t give me any time to adjust. He started fucking immediately deep, rough, selfish strokes that slammed me forward with every thrust. The hot water sprayed over my back and the skirt while he used my ass like it was there for exactly this. Every time he bottomed out, a wet slap echoed off the tiles.

Harris stepped in front of me, grabbed a fistful of my wet hair, and yanked my head up. “Open,” he ordered, and forced his cock into my mouth. He started fucking my face in the same hard rhythm Toby was using on my ass.

“Fuck yeah,” Toby grunted behind me, pounding harder. “Look at the little gay guy in his cheer uniform. Bent over in the team shower getting railed like a cheap slut.”

Harris laughed, thrusting deeper into my throat. “This is all you’re good for, isn’t it? The team’s personal fucktoy. Bet you were hoping we’d use this hole after we lost.”

The words hit me hard. My cock jerked and leaked even more under the skirt. I hated how much I liked it when they talked to me like that like I was nothing but holes for them to use. The humiliation made my stomach twist and my dick throb at the same time.

Toby’s fingers dug into my hips through the bunched up skirt, holding me in place as he fucked me with long, punishing strokes. “Tight little ass. Gripping me like it was made to take dick. You love this shit, don’t you?”

I moaned around Harris’s cock, the sound wet and muffled. My body was already shaking and they’d barely started.

They switched.

Harris pulled out of my mouth and moved behind me. Toby yanked his cock out of my ass and stepped around to my front, grabbing my head with both hands and forcing his cock back into my mouth. At the same time Harris shoved into me in one hard thrust, stretching me wider than before.

“Clean it,” Toby ordered, fucking my face. “Taste yourself on my dick while my buddy wrecks your hole.”

Harris slammed into me harder, the wet sound of skin on skin loud in the showers. “Fuck, this hole’s better than pussy. You were made for this, gay guy.”

They kept going like that for a long time switching every few minutes, repositioning me however they wanted. They manhandled me like I weighed nothing, spinning me, lifting one of my legs, pushing me against the wall, bending me over the bench. They treated me like a toy dressed up for them.

“Pass him over,” Toby said at one point, pulling out. “I want another turn before it gets too sloppy.”

Harris laughed and shoved me toward him. “Go ahead. The little cheerleader can take it.”

They used me for a long time. Long, relentless, overwhelming. I lost track of how many times they switched. My jaw ached. My ass felt sore and stretched. My legs were shaking. My cock was so hard it hurt, leaking steadily under the skirt, but neither of them touched it. They didn’t care.

I eventually came, clenching hard around Harris’s cock while he was fucking me. My cock jerked and I shot onto the wet floor under the skirt in thick ropes. Neither of them slowed down. Neither of them said anything about it. Harris just grunted and kept thrusting like my orgasm didn’t exist.

They kept using me.

Toby took another turn in my ass, fucking me hard before pulling out and stroking fast, painting thick ropes across my lower back and the skirt. Harris took his place immediately, sliding into the mess and fucking me harder until he came deep inside me with a rough groan.

When he finally pulled out, cum leaked down my thighs in heavy trails. I was shaking, sore, and completely used, still half dressed in the damp cheer uniform.

Toby rinsed some of the mess off my back with the spray. “Good job, gay guy. You really helped the team tonight.”

Harris gave my ass one last rough slap, the skirt fluttering from the impact. “Next time we lose, shower duty’s on you again. Uniform and all.”

They finished showering with quick, efficient hands, washing the worst of the cum off me and the uniform like they were just cleaning up. Then they dried off, got dressed, and left.

I stayed under the cooling water in the damp cheer uniform, legs shaky, ass sore and leaking, body aching in that deep, used way.

I was the only male cheerleader.

And tonight I had been exactly what they needed a hole to use until they were satisfied.

I think I'm keeping this uniform.

(This is a reimagining of the story I really liked that I wrote before but I changed up a lot of the details so if the names seem familiar that's why)

All characters are above the age of 18

I stood in front of my mirror and gave the plain black hoodie one last tug. Boy clothes. Jeans, t shirt, sneakers. Nothing that hinted at what I was about to do. My bag sat by the door character sheet, dice, and a single folded piece of paper I’d rewritten until my hands shook.

That paper had every detail of the curse I wanted.

I was going to turn myself into a girl.

The cabin we’d rented for the weekend sat tucked back in the trees, far from anyone else. Big open living room, massive wooden table, stone fireplace, and enough bedrooms that we could disappear if we needed to. Three days of uninterrupted game. Three days of privacy. I was counting on both.

Lena and Sophia were already at the cabin when I arrived. They’d claimed bedrooms and were unpacking snacks and drinks in the kitchen. Both of them had dressed exactly the way we’d planned Lena in a tight crop top and tiny shorts, Sophia in a low cut blouse and short skirt. Sexy. Deliberate. The perfect contrast to my boy mode outfit.

Lena spotted me first. “Still in stealth mode?”

“Yeah,” I said, setting my bag down. “I want the change to feel huge when it hits. And I’ve got the paper with the curse details ready.”

Sophia’s eyes lit up. “You’re really doing this.”

“I have to,” I said quietly. “I want Ethan to narrate me becoming a girl. I want him surprised by it. So I’m not telling him what’s on the paper. I’m going to let him be surprised when the curses happen.”

The girls both smiled supportive, a little wicked.

“We’ll keep the table vibe flirty and charged,” Lena said. “You handle the pitch and the surprise.”

Ethan’s car pulled up a few minutes later. He came in carrying the last of the miniatures and maps, looking unfairly good in jeans and a fitted t shirt. His eyes moved over the three of us as he set everything down, lingering just a second on the difference between my plain clothes and the girls’ deliberately sexy ones.

The fire was already crackling in the big fireplace. The cabin felt warm and private in a way that made my pulse kick harder.

We settled around the massive wooden table. Dice bags opened. Snacks passed. Ethan took his usual spot at the head, using a couple of stacked books as a makeshift DM screen.

He looked around at us with that easy, confident smile.

“Everyone good? Any last homebrew or tweaks before we kick things off?”

My heart was hammering.

I reached into my bag and pulled out the folded piece of paper, holding it in my lap for a second before speaking.

“Actually… yeah. I have a custom item for my character. It’s got strong risk and reward built in real power and story rewards for good gameplay and roleplay, but with a curse side that can get very personal and transformative.”

Ethan leaned forward, interested. “Tell me more.”

I kept my voice steady. “The item is the Amulet of Echoed Desires. When you activate it during a strong roleplay moment or a clutch beat that fits the story, you get significant mechanical power advantage on key rolls, temporary bonuses, custom story boons. Big reward for leaning in and playing well.”

I set the folded paper on the table between us but didn’t open it.

“I actually wrote out the specific curse effects on this paper here. But since you’re the one who always knows the full story and how things should feel at the table, Ethan, I figured I would surprise you with the curses if they happen. You can decide exactly when and how they trigger based on what fits best in the moment. I’m okay keeping it flexible and letting you be surprised.”

The cabin went quiet except for the crackle of the fire.

Ethan looked at the folded paper, then back at me. His expression was thoughtful, curious… and trusting.

He nodded once, slow and easy.

“Alright,” he said. “I trust you on this, Alex. If you want to keep the curse details as a surprise and let me narrate them as they come up, I’m good with that. Sounds like it could make for some really intense moments. Let’s run with it.”

He didn’t ask to see the paper. He didn’t press for details.

He just agreed.

Lena and Sophia both gave me the smallest, most encouraging looks from across the table.

Ethan smiled that warm, confident smile again and picked up his dice.

“Amulet of Echoed Desires is approved. We’ll see where the surprises take us.”

He had no idea what was written on that piece of paper.

He had no idea I had engineered the entire thing so the curse would turn me into a girl.

And he had no idea how badly I wanted him to be the one describing every single change.

The game started exactly like normal.

We rolled initiative, fought a nasty ambush on the road, and barely scraped through with some clever tactics and a couple of lucky saves. By the time we limped back to the tavern in the little border town, everyone was laughing and trading stories about the fight. Ethan narrated the warm fire, the smell of stew, and the bard in the corner strumming a quiet tune. It felt comfortable. Familiar.

Until I decided it was time.

We were roleplaying downtime at the tavern table when I spoke up.

“My character wants to try something,” I said, looking across the big wooden table at Ethan. “I activate the Amulet of Echoed Desires.”

Ethan nodded, already reaching for the folded piece of paper I’d given him earlier. He opened it, scanned the first section I’d written, and his voice shifted into that deep, smooth DM tone.

“Alright. You feel the amulet warm against your chest. The power surges… but so does something else.”

He paused for half a second, then began reading the curse I had written out in careful detail.

“Your body starts to change. The shift is slow at first, almost gentle. Your frame narrows, hips widening with a soft, feminine curve. Your chest swells, small but undeniably full breasts forming beneath your shirt, sensitive and heavy. Your face softens cheekbones lifting, lips plumping, lashes lengthening. Your hair grows longer, silkier, falling around your shoulders in loose waves. Between your legs, your cock shrinks and reshapes, becoming a smooth, sensitive pussy that throbs with every heartbeat. Your voice rises, turning sweet and feminine. Your clothes begin to reshape themselves around your new body the fabric tightening, shifting into something much more revealing. A tiny crop top that barely contains your new breasts. A short pleated skirt that swishes against smooth thighs. Thigh high stockings with delicate garter straps. Lacy panties that hug your new curves perfectly. You are no longer the person who walked into this tavern. You are a girl now. A very sexy, very feminine girl. And everyone in the tavern is staring.”

Ethan finished reading. The cabin went completely quiet except for the crackle of the fire.

His face flushed deep red. He looked up from the paper, eyes wide, clearly not expecting the level of detail I’d written. The blush spread down his neck.

Lena and Sophia didn’t miss a beat.

“Okay,” Lena said, standing up smoothly. “Give us a moment.”

Sophia was already grabbing my hand, pulling me toward the hallway. “We’ll be right back.”

Ethan just nodded, still staring at the paper, cheeks burning.

The three of us slipped into one of the bedrooms and closed the door.

The girls didn’t waste time.

“Strip,” Sophia said with a grin, already digging through the bag she’d brought. “Everything off.”

My hands shook as I pulled off the hoodie, jeans and boxere. Standing there naked, I felt exposed in a completely different way than before.

Lena opened a smaller bag and started laying things out on the bed a delicate black lace bralette and matching thong, a soft pink cropped sweater, a tiny black pleated skirt, sheer black thigh high stockings with little bows at the top, and a pair of strappy heels. Makeup. A long, silky wig in a soft chestnut color. Even a small bottle of perfume.

“We planned ahead,” Lena said, voice warm. “Since you wanted this so badly.”

They worked together like they’d done it before.

Sophia helped me into the lingerie first the thong slid up between my cheeks, the bralette hugged what was now a flat but sensitive chest (the in game change still echoing in my head). Lena carefully applied foundation, eyeliner, glossy pink lips, and a touch of blush while Sophia styled the wig on my head, brushing it until it fell in soft waves past my shoulders.

When they were done, they stepped back to admire their work.

“Goddamn,” Sophia breathed. “You look fucking hot.”

Lena nodded, eyes dark. “Turn around. Let’s see the full effect.”

I spun slowly. The skirt swished. The stockings felt incredible against my smooth legs. The heels made my ass look rounder, my posture more feminine. I caught my reflection in the mirror on the dresser and barely recognized myself. I looked like the girl I’d always secretly wanted to be.

The girls weren’t finished.

They quickly changed too pulling on outfits that matched the flirty, sexy energy of their characters. Lena slipped into a tight corset style top and a short leather skirt. Sophia changed into a low cut blouse that showed plenty of cleavage and a tiny pleated skirt of her own. Both of them looked like they’d stepped straight out of a fantasy tavern seductive and confident.

“Ready to show him?” Lena asked, offering me her hand.

I took it.

We walked back out into the main room.

Ethan was still sitting at the table, the folded paper in his hands. He looked up when he heard the heels on the hardwood floor.

His eyes went wide.

He stared.

First at the three of us but especially at me. His gaze traveled from the long hair, to the soft makeup, to the way the cropped sweater hugged my chest, down to the tiny skirt and the stockings. His mouth opened, then closed. A fresh wave of red flooded his face.

“Holy shit,” he said quietly.

Lena and Sophia posed playfully on either side of me.

Ethan swallowed hard. “You three… look incredible. The outfits are perfect. You really went all out.” His eyes flicked back to me and lingered. “Alex… you look… really good. Like, actually beautiful. The wig, the makeup, the way the clothes fit… damn.”

My stomach flipped at the compliment.

He looked back down at the paper for a moment, then spoke again.

“…The sheet has another part of the curse.”

I felt my pulse spike. I picked up the folded paper and slid it across the table to him.

“Yeah,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady. “Here. You can read it.”

Ethan took the paper. He opened it, scanned the next section I’d written, and read it out loud in that deep voice.

“The amulet’s magic affects any NPC standing close to the transformed girl. That NPC becomes strongly attracted to her. They feel compelled to notice her, to flirt with her, to desire her attention. The effect grows the longer they remain near her. The DM must roleplay these NPCs as the magic takes hold.”

Ethan finished reading and set the paper down.

The cabin was quiet again.

He looked across the table at me at the girl I had become and then slowly slipped into character.

The tavern owner, a broad shouldered man who had been wiping down the bar, suddenly stopped what he was doing. His eyes locked onto me.

“Well now…” Ethan said in a lower, rougher voice, playing the NPC. “I don’t remember seeing a pretty thing like you in here before. You new in town, sweetheart? Because if you are… I might have to make sure you feel real welcome.”

He stayed in character, but I could see the real Ethan underneath cheeks still flushed, eyes flicking between the paper and me in my tiny skirt and stockings.

Lena and Sophia both smiled like cats that got the cream.

Ethan (still half in character) kept going, voice a little thicker than usual.

“The owner leans on the table, eyes drifting down your body before he catches himself. ‘Can I get you a drink, beautiful? On the house. Anything you want.’”

He looked at me again really looked and for a second the NPC voice slipped.

“…Anything you want.”

I was nervous as hell.

Everything had gone exactly how I planned the item, the curse, the transformation, even Ethan reading my paper and roleplaying the affected NPC. But now that it was actually happening, now that I was sitting across from him in a tiny skirt and stockings with my new body on full display, my brain short circuited. I had planned it all out so well… but I suddenly didn’t know what to do next.

The girls stepped in.

Lena leaned forward, speaking both in and out of character. “Say your character wants a drink. Tell the owner to bring it to a private booth in the back. Your character goes and sits there and waits.”

Sophia nodded, giving me a little encouraging look. “Yeah. Do it.”

Ethan blinked, still half in the tavern owner voice, then nodded and slipped back into it.

“Alright then, pretty thing,” he said in that rough NPC tone. “I’ll bring your drink to the back booth. You go on and get comfortable.”

I stood up on shaky legs (the heels didn’t help) and walked to one of the empty chairs at the far end of the big wooden table, pretending it was the private booth. My heart was pounding so hard I could feel it in my throat.

Ethan stood up too, playing along. He walked over like he was carrying a drink, set an imaginary glass in front of me, and then sat down in the chair right beside mine. Close. Really close.

“So…” he said, still half in character but his real voice starting to bleed through, “what’s a girl like you doing in a place like this?”

I opened my mouth but nothing came out. I was frozen.

Lena and Sophia didn’t miss a beat.

“Sit in his lap,” Lena said softly, but loud enough for Ethan to hear. “Your character would do it. Go on.”

Sophia gave me a little nod. “It’s fine. Do it.”

My face burned, but I stood up again and carefully turned, then lowered myself sideways into Ethan’s lap.

The second I settled, I felt it.

His cock was already hard underneath me, thick and hot through his jeans, pressing right up against my ass and the thin lace of the thong the girls had put on me. I let out a tiny, shaky breath.

Ethan went very still beneath me.

I could feel how nervous he was too but he didn’t push me off.

He cleared his throat, trying to stay in character. “So… what are you into, sweetheart?”

I swallowed. My voice came out small and feminine.

“It’s… it’s roleplay, right?” I whispered.

Before I could overthink it, I reached down between us and touched him through his jeans. My fingers traced the outline of his cock. It twitched under my hand.

Ethan sucked in a sharp breath.

I looked up at him through my lashes, heart hammering.

“Do you think I’m pretty?” I asked.

He stared at me for a second, face still flushed dark.

“…Yeah,” he said quietly. “You’re really pretty.”

A little rush of courage hit me.

“I think you’re pretty hot,” I said back.

Ethan actually blushed harder. He looked away for a second, then back at me.

“…Thank you.”

I shifted in his lap, grinding down just a little so I could feel his cock better against me. My hand stayed where it was, slowly rubbing him through the denim.

“I want to take care of you,” I said softly.

Ethan looked like he wasn’t sure what was real and what was the game anymore. His voice was rough when he answered.

“Well… there’s a tavern full of people here.”

Lena spoke up immediately from across the table.

“We don’t mind.”

Sophia added, “Seriously. Do what you want.”

I looked back at Ethan. My hand was still gently rubbing his cock through his pants.

“Just stop me if you want me to,” I whispered.

He didn’t say anything.

He didn’t stop me.

My fingers found his zipper. I undid it slowly, giving him every chance to tell me no. He stayed quiet, breathing harder, one hand resting on my thigh like he didn’t know where else to put it.

I reached inside.

His cock was hot and heavy in my hand when I pulled it out. Thick. Already leaking a little at the tip. I wrapped my fingers around it and gave it a slow stroke.

Ethan made a low sound in his throat.

I slid off his lap just enough to kneel between his legs under the table. The tiny skirt rode up. I looked up at him once more.

He was staring down at me, eyes dark, cheeks still red, but he didn’t move to stop me.

I leaned in and took him into my mouth.

“Christ, that is hot,” Lena breathed from across the table.

Sophia didn’t say anything, but I could hear how hard she was breathing.

Ethan didn’t seem to hear them at all.

He was lost in it.

His head had fallen back against the chair, one hand gripping the edge of the table while the other rested lightly on my head. His cock throbbed against my tongue as I sucked him deeper, slow and steady, taking as much of him as I could. Every time I pulled back and swirled my tongue around the head, he made this low, helpless sound that went straight between my legs.

I kept going.

I wanted him to finish. I wanted to feel it.

His breathing got rougher, his hips twitching up into my mouth in small, involuntary thrusts. I could tell he was trying to hold back, but he was losing the fight.

“Fuck… Alex…” he groaned, voice wrecked.

Then he came.

Thick, hot pulses hit the back of my throat. I stayed right there, swallowing every drop, my lips sealed tight around him until he stopped twitching. Only when he was completely spent did I slowly pull off, giving the head one last gentle lick.

I looked up at him, licked my lips, and smiled.

Ethan stared down at me like he couldn’t quite believe what had just happened. His face was flushed, chest rising and falling fast. He looked completely undone.

The girls were both shifting in their seats. Lena had her thighs pressed together. Sophia was biting her lip, eyes dark. They were definitely hot and bothered.

Ethan finally found his voice, still a little hoarse.

“…What was that about?”

I stayed on my knees between his legs for a second longer, then slowly stood up and smoothed my tiny skirt back down. My voice came out soft but clear.

“I really like you,” I said. “And I wanted to show you that I could be a girl you’d like too.”

Ethan went quiet.

He looked at me for a long moment, then turned his head toward Lena and Sophia.

“…You two were part of this?”

Lena didn’t even hesitate.

“Yeah,” she said, smiling. “Of course we were. But isn’t she hot?”

Sophia nodded. “Extremely.”

Ethan looked back at me. His eyes moved slowly over the wig, the makeup, the cropped sweater, the short skirt, the stockings. He swallowed.

“…Yeah,” he admitted quietly. “She is.”

He ran a hand through his hair, still looking a little dazed. Then he looked at all three of us and let out a slow breath.

“Ok Alex… you have convinced me.”

Without another word, Ethan stood up, unbuttoned his jeans the rest of the way, and pushed them down his legs. He stepped out of them completely and kicked them aside, now sitting at the table in just his t shirt, his cock still half hard and on full display.

Lena and Sophia immediately reached for the folded piece of paper still sitting on the table. They opened it and read it together, eyes widening.

Lena looked up first, biting her lip.

“…It says it affects us too,” she said, voice a little breathless. “Anyone close to the transformed girl starts feeling it.”

Sophia stared at the paper, then at me, then at Ethan’s exposed cock.

“Yeah,” she said softly. “We’re staring at what happened to you… and it’s hitting us now.”

Without waiting, Lena slowly reached for the hem of her tight crop top and pulled it up over her head, revealing a lacy black bra. Sophia followed right after, unbuttoning her low cut blouse with shaky fingers and letting it slip off her shoulders. Both of them kept going Lena shimmying out of her tiny shorts, Sophia pushing her skirt down until she was standing there in just her underwear.

They didn’t rush. They took their time, eyes flicking between me, Ethan, and each other as more skin was revealed.

Ethan watched them, still flushed, his cock visibly twitching as it started to harden again.

Lena looked at him, then at me, and smiled.

“Guess we’re all in this"

(This is a reimagining of the story I really liked that I wrote before but I changed up a lot of the details so if the names seem familiar that's why)

All characters are above the age of 18

I stood in front of my mirror and gave the plain black hoodie one last tug. Boy clothes. Jeans, t shirt, sneakers. Nothing that hinted at what I was about to do. My bag sat by the door character sheet, dice, and a single folded piece of paper I’d rewritten until my hands shook.

That paper had every detail of the curse I wanted.

I was going to turn myself into a girl.

The cabin we’d rented for the weekend sat tucked back in the trees, far from anyone else. Big open living room, massive wooden table, stone fireplace, and enough bedrooms that we could disappear if we needed to. Three days of uninterrupted game. Three days of privacy. I was counting on both.

Lena and Sophia were already at the cabin when I arrived. They’d claimed bedrooms and were unpacking snacks and drinks in the kitchen. Both of them had dressed exactly the way we’d planned Lena in a tight crop top and tiny shorts, Sophia in a low cut blouse and short skirt. Sexy. Deliberate. The perfect contrast to my boy mode outfit.

Lena spotted me first. “Still in stealth mode?”

“Yeah,” I said, setting my bag down. “I want the change to feel huge when it hits. And I’ve got the paper with the curse details ready.”

Sophia’s eyes lit up. “You’re really doing this.”

“I have to,” I said quietly. “I want Ethan to narrate me becoming a girl. I want him surprised by it. So I’m not telling him what’s on the paper. I’m going to let him be surprised when the curses happen.”

The girls both smiled supportive, a little wicked.

“We’ll keep the table vibe flirty and charged,” Lena said. “You handle the pitch and the surprise.”

Ethan’s car pulled up a few minutes later. He came in carrying the last of the miniatures and maps, looking unfairly good in jeans and a fitted t shirt. His eyes moved over the three of us as he set everything down, lingering just a second on the difference between my plain clothes and the girls’ deliberately sexy ones.

The fire was already crackling in the big fireplace. The cabin felt warm and private in a way that made my pulse kick harder.

We settled around the massive wooden table. Dice bags opened. Snacks passed. Ethan took his usual spot at the head, using a couple of stacked books as a makeshift DM screen.

He looked around at us with that easy, confident smile.

“Everyone good? Any last homebrew or tweaks before we kick things off?”

My heart was hammering.

I reached into my bag and pulled out the folded piece of paper, holding it in my lap for a second before speaking.

“Actually… yeah. I have a custom item for my character. It’s got strong risk and reward built in real power and story rewards for good gameplay and roleplay, but with a curse side that can get very personal and transformative.”

Ethan leaned forward, interested. “Tell me more.”

I kept my voice steady. “The item is the Amulet of Echoed Desires. When you activate it during a strong roleplay moment or a clutch beat that fits the story, you get significant mechanical power advantage on key rolls, temporary bonuses, custom story boons. Big reward for leaning in and playing well.”

I set the folded paper on the table between us but didn’t open it.

“I actually wrote out the specific curse effects on this paper here. But since you’re the one who always knows the full story and how things should feel at the table, Ethan, I figured I would surprise you with the curses if they happen. You can decide exactly when and how they trigger based on what fits best in the moment. I’m okay keeping it flexible and letting you be surprised.”

The cabin went quiet except for the crackle of the fire.

Ethan looked at the folded paper, then back at me. His expression was thoughtful, curious… and trusting.

He nodded once, slow and easy.

“Alright,” he said. “I trust you on this, Alex. If you want to keep the curse details as a surprise and let me narrate them as they come up, I’m good with that. Sounds like it could make for some really intense moments. Let’s run with it.”

He didn’t ask to see the paper. He didn’t press for details.

He just agreed.

Lena and Sophia both gave me the smallest, most encouraging looks from across the table.

Ethan smiled that warm, confident smile again and picked up his dice.

“Amulet of Echoed Desires is approved. We’ll see where the surprises take us.”

He had no idea what was written on that piece of paper.

He had no idea I had engineered the entire thing so the curse would turn me into a girl.

And he had no idea how badly I wanted him to be the one describing every single change.

The game started exactly like normal.

We rolled initiative, fought a nasty ambush on the road, and barely scraped through with some clever tactics and a couple of lucky saves. By the time we limped back to the tavern in the little border town, everyone was laughing and trading stories about the fight. Ethan narrated the warm fire, the smell of stew, and the bard in the corner strumming a quiet tune. It felt comfortable. Familiar.

Until I decided it was time.

We were roleplaying downtime at the tavern table when I spoke up.

“My character wants to try something,” I said, looking across the big wooden table at Ethan. “I activate the Amulet of Echoed Desires.”

Ethan nodded, already reaching for the folded piece of paper I’d given him earlier. He opened it, scanned the first section I’d written, and his voice shifted into that deep, smooth DM tone.

“Alright. You feel the amulet warm against your chest. The power surges… but so does something else.”

He paused for half a second, then began reading the curse I had written out in careful detail.

“Your body starts to change. The shift is slow at first, almost gentle. Your frame narrows, hips widening with a soft, feminine curve. Your chest swells, small but undeniably full breasts forming beneath your shirt, sensitive and heavy. Your face softens cheekbones lifting, lips plumping, lashes lengthening. Your hair grows longer, silkier, falling around your shoulders in loose waves. Between your legs, your cock shrinks and reshapes, becoming a smooth, sensitive pussy that throbs with every heartbeat. Your voice rises, turning sweet and feminine. Your clothes begin to reshape themselves around your new body the fabric tightening, shifting into something much more revealing. A tiny crop top that barely contains your new breasts. A short pleated skirt that swishes against smooth thighs. Thigh high stockings with delicate garter straps. Lacy panties that hug your new curves perfectly. You are no longer the person who walked into this tavern. You are a girl now. A very sexy, very feminine girl. And everyone in the tavern is staring.”

Ethan finished reading. The cabin went completely quiet except for the crackle of the fire.

His face flushed deep red. He looked up from the paper, eyes wide, clearly not expecting the level of detail I’d written. The blush spread down his neck.

Lena and Sophia didn’t miss a beat.

“Okay,” Lena said, standing up smoothly. “Give us a moment.”

Sophia was already grabbing my hand, pulling me toward the hallway. “We’ll be right back.”

Ethan just nodded, still staring at the paper, cheeks burning.

The three of us slipped into one of the bedrooms and closed the door.

The girls didn’t waste time.

“Strip,” Sophia said with a grin, already digging through the bag she’d brought. “Everything off.”

My hands shook as I pulled off the hoodie, jeans and boxere. Standing there naked, I felt exposed in a completely different way than before.

Lena opened a smaller bag and started laying things out on the bed a delicate black lace bralette and matching thong, a soft pink cropped sweater, a tiny black pleated skirt, sheer black thigh high stockings with little bows at the top, and a pair of strappy heels. Makeup. A long, silky wig in a soft chestnut color. Even a small bottle of perfume.

“We planned ahead,” Lena said, voice warm. “Since you wanted this so badly.”

They worked together like they’d done it before.

Sophia helped me into the lingerie first the thong slid up between my cheeks, the bralette hugged what was now a flat but sensitive chest (the in game change still echoing in my head). Lena carefully applied foundation, eyeliner, glossy pink lips, and a touch of blush while Sophia styled the wig on my head, brushing it until it fell in soft waves past my shoulders.

When they were done, they stepped back to admire their work.

“Goddamn,” Sophia breathed. “You look fucking hot.”

Lena nodded, eyes dark. “Turn around. Let’s see the full effect.”

I spun slowly. The skirt swished. The stockings felt incredible against my smooth legs. The heels made my ass look rounder, my posture more feminine. I caught my reflection in the mirror on the dresser and barely recognized myself. I looked like the girl I’d always secretly wanted to be.

The girls weren’t finished.

They quickly changed too pulling on outfits that matched the flirty, sexy energy of their characters. Lena slipped into a tight corset style top and a short leather skirt. Sophia changed into a low cut blouse that showed plenty of cleavage and a tiny pleated skirt of her own. Both of them looked like they’d stepped straight out of a fantasy tavern seductive and confident.

“Ready to show him?” Lena asked, offering me her hand.

I took it.

We walked back out into the main room.

Ethan was still sitting at the table, the folded paper in his hands. He looked up when he heard the heels on the hardwood floor.

His eyes went wide.

He stared.

First at the three of us but especially at me. His gaze traveled from the long hair, to the soft makeup, to the way the cropped sweater hugged my chest, down to the tiny skirt and the stockings. His mouth opened, then closed. A fresh wave of red flooded his face.

“Holy shit,” he said quietly.

Lena and Sophia posed playfully on either side of me.

Ethan swallowed hard. “You three… look incredible. The outfits are perfect. You really went all out.” His eyes flicked back to me and lingered. “Alex… you look… really good. Like, actually beautiful. The wig, the makeup, the way the clothes fit… damn.”

My stomach flipped at the compliment.

He looked back down at the paper for a moment, then spoke again.

“…The sheet has another part of the curse.”

I felt my pulse spike. I picked up the folded paper and slid it across the table to him.

“Yeah,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady. “Here. You can read it.”

Ethan took the paper. He opened it, scanned the next section I’d written, and read it out loud in that deep voice.

“The amulet’s magic affects any NPC standing close to the transformed girl. That NPC becomes strongly attracted to her. They feel compelled to notice her, to flirt with her, to desire her attention. The effect grows the longer they remain near her. The DM must roleplay these NPCs as the magic takes hold.”

Ethan finished reading and set the paper down.

The cabin was quiet again.

He looked across the table at me at the girl I had become and then slowly slipped into character.

The tavern owner, a broad shouldered man who had been wiping down the bar, suddenly stopped what he was doing. His eyes locked onto me.

“Well now…” Ethan said in a lower, rougher voice, playing the NPC. “I don’t remember seeing a pretty thing like you in here before. You new in town, sweetheart? Because if you are… I might have to make sure you feel real welcome.”

He stayed in character, but I could see the real Ethan underneath cheeks still flushed, eyes flicking between the paper and me in my tiny skirt and stockings.

Lena and Sophia both smiled like cats that got the cream.

Ethan (still half in character) kept going, voice a little thicker than usual.

“The owner leans on the table, eyes drifting down your body before he catches himself. ‘Can I get you a drink, beautiful? On the house. Anything you want.’”

He looked at me again really looked and for a second the NPC voice slipped.

“…Anything you want.”

I was nervous as hell.

Everything had gone exactly how I planned the item, the curse, the transformation, even Ethan reading my paper and roleplaying the affected NPC. But now that it was actually happening, now that I was sitting across from him in a tiny skirt and stockings with my new body on full display, my brain short circuited. I had planned it all out so well… but I suddenly didn’t know what to do next.

The girls stepped in.

Lena leaned forward, speaking both in and out of character. “Say your character wants a drink. Tell the owner to bring it to a private booth in the back. Your character goes and sits there and waits.”

Sophia nodded, giving me a little encouraging look. “Yeah. Do it.”

Ethan blinked, still half in the tavern owner voice, then nodded and slipped back into it.

“Alright then, pretty thing,” he said in that rough NPC tone. “I’ll bring your drink to the back booth. You go on and get comfortable.”

I stood up on shaky legs (the heels didn’t help) and walked to one of the empty chairs at the far end of the big wooden table, pretending it was the private booth. My heart was pounding so hard I could feel it in my throat.

Ethan stood up too, playing along. He walked over like he was carrying a drink, set an imaginary glass in front of me, and then sat down in the chair right beside mine. Close. Really close.

“So…” he said, still half in character but his real voice starting to bleed through, “what’s a girl like you doing in a place like this?”

I opened my mouth but nothing came out. I was frozen.

Lena and Sophia didn’t miss a beat.

“Sit in his lap,” Lena said softly, but loud enough for Ethan to hear. “Your character would do it. Go on.”

Sophia gave me a little nod. “It’s fine. Do it.”

My face burned, but I stood up again and carefully turned, then lowered myself sideways into Ethan’s lap.

The second I settled, I felt it.

His cock was already hard underneath me, thick and hot through his jeans, pressing right up against my ass and the thin lace of the thong the girls had put on me. I let out a tiny, shaky breath.

Ethan went very still beneath me.

I could feel how nervous he was too but he didn’t push me off.

He cleared his throat, trying to stay in character. “So… what are you into, sweetheart?”

I swallowed. My voice came out small and feminine.

“It’s… it’s roleplay, right?” I whispered.

Before I could overthink it, I reached down between us and touched him through his jeans. My fingers traced the outline of his cock. It twitched under my hand.

Ethan sucked in a sharp breath.

I looked up at him through my lashes, heart hammering.

“Do you think I’m pretty?” I asked.

He stared at me for a second, face still flushed dark.

“…Yeah,” he said quietly. “You’re really pretty.”

A little rush of courage hit me.

“I think you’re pretty hot,” I said back.

Ethan actually blushed harder. He looked away for a second, then back at me.

“…Thank you.”

I shifted in his lap, grinding down just a little so I could feel his cock better against me. My hand stayed where it was, slowly rubbing him through the denim.

“I want to take care of you,” I said softly.

Ethan looked like he wasn’t sure what was real and what was the game anymore. His voice was rough when he answered.

“Well… there’s a tavern full of people here.”

Lena spoke up immediately from across the table.

“We don’t mind.”

Sophia added, “Seriously. Do what you want.”

I looked back at Ethan. My hand was still gently rubbing his cock through his pants.

“Just stop me if you want me to,” I whispered.

He didn’t say anything.

He didn’t stop me.

My fingers found his zipper. I undid it slowly, giving him every chance to tell me no. He stayed quiet, breathing harder, one hand resting on my thigh like he didn’t know where else to put it.

I reached inside.

His cock was hot and heavy in my hand when I pulled it out. Thick. Already leaking a little at the tip. I wrapped my fingers around it and gave it a slow stroke.

Ethan made a low sound in his throat.

I slid off his lap just enough to kneel between his legs under the table. The tiny skirt rode up. I looked up at him once more.

He was staring down at me, eyes dark, cheeks still red, but he didn’t move to stop me.

I leaned in and took him into my mouth.

“Christ, that is hot,” Lena breathed from across the table.

Sophia didn’t say anything, but I could hear how hard she was breathing.

Ethan didn’t seem to hear them at all.

He was lost in it.

His head had fallen back against the chair, one hand gripping the edge of the table while the other rested lightly on my head. His cock throbbed against my tongue as I sucked him deeper, slow and steady, taking as much of him as I could. Every time I pulled back and swirled my tongue around the head, he made this low, helpless sound that went straight between my legs.

I kept going.

I wanted him to finish. I wanted to feel it.

His breathing got rougher, his hips twitching up into my mouth in small, involuntary thrusts. I could tell he was trying to hold back, but he was losing the fight.

“Fuck… Alex…” he groaned, voice wrecked.

Then he came.

Thick, hot pulses hit the back of my throat. I stayed right there, swallowing every drop, my lips sealed tight around him until he stopped twitching. Only when he was completely spent did I slowly pull off, giving the head one last gentle lick.

I looked up at him, licked my lips, and smiled.

Ethan stared down at me like he couldn’t quite believe what had just happened. His face was flushed, chest rising and falling fast. He looked completely undone.

The girls were both shifting in their seats. Lena had her thighs pressed together. Sophia was biting her lip, eyes dark. They were definitely hot and bothered.

Ethan finally found his voice, still a little hoarse.

“…What was that about?”

I stayed on my knees between his legs for a second longer, then slowly stood up and smoothed my tiny skirt back down. My voice came out soft but clear.

“I really like you,” I said. “And I wanted to show you that I could be a girl you’d like too.”

Ethan went quiet.

He looked at me for a long moment, then turned his head toward Lena and Sophia.

“…You two were part of this?”

Lena didn’t even hesitate.

“Yeah,” she said, smiling. “Of course we were. But isn’t she hot?”

Sophia nodded. “Extremely.”

Ethan looked back at me. His eyes moved slowly over the wig, the makeup, the cropped sweater, the short skirt, the stockings. He swallowed.

“…Yeah,” he admitted quietly. “She is.”

He ran a hand through his hair, still looking a little dazed. Then he looked at all three of us and let out a slow breath.

“Ok Alex… you have convinced me.”

Without another word, Ethan stood up, unbuttoned his jeans the rest of the way, and pushed them down his legs. He stepped out of them completely and kicked them aside, now sitting at the table in just his t shirt, his cock still half hard and on full display.

Lena and Sophia immediately reached for the folded piece of paper still sitting on the table. They opened it and read it together, eyes widening.

Lena looked up first, biting her lip.

“…It says it affects us too,” she said, voice a little breathless. “Anyone close to the transformed girl starts feeling it.”

Sophia stared at the paper, then at me, then at Ethan’s exposed cock.

“Yeah,” she said softly. “We’re staring at what happened to you… and it’s hitting us now.”

Without waiting, Lena slowly reached for the hem of her tight crop top and pulled it up over her head, revealing a lacy black bra. Sophia followed right after, unbuttoning her low cut blouse with shaky fingers and letting it slip off her shoulders. Both of them kept going Lena shimmying out of her tiny shorts, Sophia pushing her skirt down until she was standing there in just her underwear.

They didn’t rush. They took their time, eyes flicking between me, Ethan, and each other as more skin was revealed.

Ethan watched them, still flushed, his cock visibly twitching as it started to harden again.

Lena looked at him, then at me, and smiled.

“Guess we’re all in this"

All characters are above the age of 18.

The 4th of July party was loud, hot, and exactly as boring as I expected. My dad had insisted I come this year, so I showed up in a white American flag tank top I’d cut short to show a strip of my stomach and a pair of tight jeans that hugged my ass. Underneath I wore a pair of bright blue panties just for me. I felt a little stupid and a little brave at the same time.

I was standing near the deck with a seltzer in my hand when Shawn and Melissa came over. Shawn looked good, like he always did mid-forties, solid build, strong arms and broad shoulders stretching his t-shirt. Melissa looked pretty in a soft, curvy way, her summer dress hugging her hips and chest. I’d always thought they were an attractive couple, even if I’d never said it out loud.

Melissa smiled at me. “I like your hair. The blue is nice.”

I felt my face heat up a little. “Thanks. My dad hated it when I dyed it. Said it looked ridiculous.”

She tilted her head, still smiling. “I think it’s cute.”

The way she said it made me blush harder. Shawn chuckled quietly beside her, like he’d noticed.

They stayed and talked for a while. Melissa asked how work was going and if I was still living alone. Shawn asked if I was seeing anyone. I told them I wasn’t, that I’d been too busy and kind of unlucky lately. They both listened like they actually cared. It felt nice. Different from how most of my dad’s friends treated me.

The conversation stayed light, but there was something in the way they looked at me that made my stomach feel warm. Shawn’s eyes kept drifting lower when he thought I wasn’t paying attention. Melissa kept touching my arm when she laughed.

When I went to go grab another drink I was bent over trying to determine if the seltzer or the sweet drink was worth it whenI glanced back over my shoulder and caught Shawn staring straight at my ass. Shit my underwear was showing!

I yanked my jeans up fast, heart hammering. Our eyes met. I smiled, gave a little wave like nothing was wrong. He waved back, polite, but the look in his eyes didn’t go away.

By the time the fireworks started I was drunk. Really drunk. When the party started breaking up, Shawn and Melissa found me again near the driveway.

“You’re not driving,” Shawn said.

“We’ll take you home,” Melissa added. “It’s on the way.”

I didn’t argue.

The car ride was quiet but charged. Shawn drove. Melissa sat up front. Every so often one of them would glance back at me. When we pulled up to my apartment, they both got out without me even asking.

We barely made it inside my apartment before the energy shifted.

Shawn closed the door behind us while Melissa looked around like she was already deciding how this night was going to go. I turned on the kitchen light, heart beating faster now that it was just the three of us.

“Nice place,” Shawn said, stepping closer. His eyes dragged over me. “You live here alone?”

“Yeah,” I said. “It’s small, but it’s mine.”

Melissa leaned against the counter, watching me with a small smile. “Must be nice having your own space. No one telling you what to do… or what to wear.”

Shawn moved in behind me, close enough that I could feel the heat coming off his body. “You looked good tonight, Tory. That little shirt. Those tight jeans. You’ve got a real pretty body.”

Melissa’s voice was soft. “We’ve both been thinking about you.”

My mouth felt dry. Shawn’s hand settled on my hip, thumb brushing the waistband of my jeans.

“Show us what you’re wearing under those jeans,” he said.

I swallowed and pushed my jeans down. The bright blue panties were the only thing left on my lower half, my cock already hard and pressing against the thin fabric.

Melissa’s eyes darkened. She reached behind herself, unzipped her dress, and let it fall to the floor, standing there in a simple black bra and matching panties. Shawn stripped completely shirt first, then jeans and boxers until he was fully naked, his thick cock already hard and flushed.

Melissa looked at it, then at me.

“Doesn’t he have a beautiful cock?” she asked.

I stared at it, throat tight. “Yeah,” I admitted. “He does.”

She stepped in and ran her fingers along the waistband of my panties. “Don’t you want to get on your knees and suck it with me?”

I nodded.

We both dropped down in front of him. Melissa wrapped her hand around the base of his cock and licked up the shaft. I leaned in beside her, tongue meeting hers on his skin. We worked him together taking turns sucking the head, licking along the length, our mouths brushing. Shawn’s hand rested on the back of my head, guiding me with steady pressure.

After a few minutes he spoke, voice low and rough.

“We’re a little dominant. Are you okay with that?”

I looked up at both of them, lips wet and shiny. My cock was throbbing in my underwear.

“Yeah,” I said. “I’m okay with that.”

Melissa smiled. “Good boy.”

Shawn’s fingers tightened in my hair. “Then open your mouth.”

I obeyed. He fed his cock between my lips while Melissa watched and stroked my cheek. They took turns using my mouth for a while Shawn controlling the pace, Melissa praising me every time I took him deeper.

Eventually Shawn pulled me off his cock and stood me up.

“Get on the bed.”

I climbed onto the mattress on shaky legs. Shawn followed and pushed me onto my back. Melissa climbed on beside me, holding my wrists down above my head while Shawn hooked his fingers into the waistband of my underwear.

He yanked them down and off in one smooth motion, tossing them somewhere on the floor. I was completely bare from the waist down now.

Shawn grabbed the lube from my nightstand, slicked his fingers, and pushed two inside me without warning. I gasped. Melissa leaned down and kissed me, swallowing the sound while Shawn worked me open.

“You’re going to take whatever we give you tonight,” Shawn said, voice firm. “Understand?”

I nodded quickly against Melissa’s mouth. “Yes, Sir.”

Melissa smiled. “Good.”

Shawn added a third finger, stretching me wider before finally pulling them out. He pressed the thick head of his cock against my hole and pushed in slowly, making me feel every inch as he sank deep. I moaned, legs spreading for him. Melissa kept my wrists pinned while her husband started fucking me in deep, steady strokes.

“Look at me,” she ordered when my eyes started to close. “Keep your eyes on me while he fucks you.”

I forced them open. Shawn fucked me harder, one hand gripping my thigh and pushing it up toward my chest. Melissa watched my face the entire time, occasionally leaning down to kiss me or bite at my bottom lip.

Shawn reached down and stroked my cock a few times before stopping. “You don’t get to come until we say so. Understood?”

“Yes, Sir,” I gasped.

Melissa shifted and swung one leg over my face, pulling her panties to the side as she lowered herself onto my mouth. “Lick.”

I moaned into her pussy while Shawn kept fucking me. The feeling of both of them using me was overwhelming. Shawn’s thick cock driving into me, Melissa’s soft thighs around my head, her taste on my tongue. Shawn kept talking the whole time, telling me how good I felt, how pretty I looked getting used like this.

Melissa came on my tongue with a soft cry. She climbed off and kissed me while Shawn kept pounding into me from below.

After a while Shawn pulled out and flipped me onto my stomach. He yanked my hips up and pushed back inside me, fucking me harder now. Melissa lay down in front of me and guided my head between her legs again while her husband used my ass.

“Don’t you dare come yet,” Shawn growled, one hand pressing down between my shoulder blades.

I whimpered into Melissa’s pussy, trying to hold back. Shawn fucked me through another of her orgasms before he finally pulled out and came all over my lower back and ass in thick, hot pulses.

Melissa immediately moved behind me and licked it up, cleaning his cum off my skin with slow, deliberate strokes of her tongue. When she was done, she reached under me and finally wrapped her hand around my cock.

“You can come now,” she said sweetly.

It only took a few strokes. I came hard, moaning into the sheets while my cock pulsed in her hand. Shawn stroked my hair through it, murmuring quiet praise.

When it was over, they both lay down on either side of me. Melissa curled against my side, warm and soft. Shawn’s big hand rested possessively on my stomach.

“You did so well,” Melissa whispered, kissing my shoulder.

Shawn’s voice was low and satisfied. “You can come over anytime Tory. We could have a lot more fun together.”

I lay there between them, still catching my breath, body aching in the best way.

All characters are above the age of 18.

The 4th of July party was loud, hot, and exactly as boring as I expected. My dad had insisted I come this year, so I showed up in a white American flag tank top I’d cut short to show a strip of my stomach and a pair of tight jeans that hugged my ass. Underneath I wore a pair of bright blue panties just for me. I felt a little stupid and a little brave at the same time.

I was standing near the deck with a seltzer in my hand when Shawn and Melissa came over. Shawn looked good, like he always did mid-forties, solid build, strong arms and broad shoulders stretching his t-shirt. Melissa looked pretty in a soft, curvy way, her summer dress hugging her hips and chest. I’d always thought they were an attractive couple, even if I’d never said it out loud.

Melissa smiled at me. “I like your hair. The blue is nice.”

I felt my face heat up a little. “Thanks. My dad hated it when I dyed it. Said it looked ridiculous.”

She tilted her head, still smiling. “I think it’s cute.”

The way she said it made me blush harder. Shawn chuckled quietly beside her, like he’d noticed.

They stayed and talked for a while. Melissa asked how work was going and if I was still living alone. Shawn asked if I was seeing anyone. I told them I wasn’t, that I’d been too busy and kind of unlucky lately. They both listened like they actually cared. It felt nice. Different from how most of my dad’s friends treated me.

The conversation stayed light, but there was something in the way they looked at me that made my stomach feel warm. Shawn’s eyes kept drifting lower when he thought I wasn’t paying attention. Melissa kept touching my arm when she laughed.

When I went to go grab another drink I was bent over trying to determine if the seltzer or the sweet drink was worth it whenI glanced back over my shoulder and caught Shawn staring straight at my ass. Shit my underwear was showing!

I yanked my jeans up fast, heart hammering. Our eyes met. I smiled, gave a little wave like nothing was wrong. He waved back, polite, but the look in his eyes didn’t go away.

By the time the fireworks started I was drunk. Really drunk. When the party started breaking up, Shawn and Melissa found me again near the driveway.

“You’re not driving,” Shawn said.

“We’ll take you home,” Melissa added. “It’s on the way.”

I didn’t argue.

The car ride was quiet but charged. Shawn drove. Melissa sat up front. Every so often one of them would glance back at me. When we pulled up to my apartment, they both got out without me even asking.

We barely made it inside my apartment before the energy shifted.

Shawn closed the door behind us while Melissa looked around like she was already deciding how this night was going to go. I turned on the kitchen light, heart beating faster now that it was just the three of us.

“Nice place,” Shawn said, stepping closer. His eyes dragged over me. “You live here alone?”

“Yeah,” I said. “It’s small, but it’s mine.”

Melissa leaned against the counter, watching me with a small smile. “Must be nice having your own space. No one telling you what to do… or what to wear.”

Shawn moved in behind me, close enough that I could feel the heat coming off his body. “You looked good tonight, Tory. That little shirt. Those tight jeans. You’ve got a real pretty body.”

Melissa’s voice was soft. “We’ve both been thinking about you.”

My mouth felt dry. Shawn’s hand settled on my hip, thumb brushing the waistband of my jeans.

“Show us what you’re wearing under those jeans,” he said.

I swallowed and pushed my jeans down. The bright blue panties were the only thing left on my lower half, my cock already hard and pressing against the thin fabric.

Melissa’s eyes darkened. She reached behind herself, unzipped her dress, and let it fall to the floor, standing there in a simple black bra and matching panties. Shawn stripped completely shirt first, then jeans and boxers until he was fully naked, his thick cock already hard and flushed.

Melissa looked at it, then at me.

“Doesn’t he have a beautiful cock?” she asked.

I stared at it, throat tight. “Yeah,” I admitted. “He does.”

She stepped in and ran her fingers along the waistband of my panties. “Don’t you want to get on your knees and suck it with me?”

I nodded.

We both dropped down in front of him. Melissa wrapped her hand around the base of his cock and licked up the shaft. I leaned in beside her, tongue meeting hers on his skin. We worked him together taking turns sucking the head, licking along the length, our mouths brushing. Shawn’s hand rested on the back of my head, guiding me with steady pressure.

After a few minutes he spoke, voice low and rough.

“We’re a little dominant. Are you okay with that?”

I looked up at both of them, lips wet and shiny. My cock was throbbing in my underwear.

“Yeah,” I said. “I’m okay with that.”

Melissa smiled. “Good boy.”

Shawn’s fingers tightened in my hair. “Then open your mouth.”

I obeyed. He fed his cock between my lips while Melissa watched and stroked my cheek. They took turns using my mouth for a while Shawn controlling the pace, Melissa praising me every time I took him deeper.

Eventually Shawn pulled me off his cock and stood me up.

“Get on the bed.”

I climbed onto the mattress on shaky legs. Shawn followed and pushed me onto my back. Melissa climbed on beside me, holding my wrists down above my head while Shawn hooked his fingers into the waistband of my underwear.

He yanked them down and off in one smooth motion, tossing them somewhere on the floor. I was completely bare from the waist down now.

Shawn grabbed the lube from my nightstand, slicked his fingers, and pushed two inside me without warning. I gasped. Melissa leaned down and kissed me, swallowing the sound while Shawn worked me open.

“You’re going to take whatever we give you tonight,” Shawn said, voice firm. “Understand?”

I nodded quickly against Melissa’s mouth. “Yes, Sir.”

Melissa smiled. “Good.”

Shawn added a third finger, stretching me wider before finally pulling them out. He pressed the thick head of his cock against my hole and pushed in slowly, making me feel every inch as he sank deep. I moaned, legs spreading for him. Melissa kept my wrists pinned while her husband started fucking me in deep, steady strokes.

“Look at me,” she ordered when my eyes started to close. “Keep your eyes on me while he fucks you.”

I forced them open. Shawn fucked me harder, one hand gripping my thigh and pushing it up toward my chest. Melissa watched my face the entire time, occasionally leaning down to kiss me or bite at my bottom lip.

Shawn reached down and stroked my cock a few times before stopping. “You don’t get to come until we say so. Understood?”

“Yes, Sir,” I gasped.

Melissa shifted and swung one leg over my face, pulling her panties to the side as she lowered herself onto my mouth. “Lick.”

I moaned into her pussy while Shawn kept fucking me. The feeling of both of them using me was overwhelming. Shawn’s thick cock driving into me, Melissa’s soft thighs around my head, her taste on my tongue. Shawn kept talking the whole time, telling me how good I felt, how pretty I looked getting used like this.

Melissa came on my tongue with a soft cry. She climbed off and kissed me while Shawn kept pounding into me from below.

After a while Shawn pulled out and flipped me onto my stomach. He yanked my hips up and pushed back inside me, fucking me harder now. Melissa lay down in front of me and guided my head between her legs again while her husband used my ass.

“Don’t you dare come yet,” Shawn growled, one hand pressing down between my shoulder blades.

I whimpered into Melissa’s pussy, trying to hold back. Shawn fucked me through another of her orgasms before he finally pulled out and came all over my lower back and ass in thick, hot pulses.

Melissa immediately moved behind me and licked it up, cleaning his cum off my skin with slow, deliberate strokes of her tongue. When she was done, she reached under me and finally wrapped her hand around my cock.

“You can come now,” she said sweetly.

It only took a few strokes. I came hard, moaning into the sheets while my cock pulsed in her hand. Shawn stroked my hair through it, murmuring quiet praise.

When it was over, they both lay down on either side of me. Melissa curled against my side, warm and soft. Shawn’s big hand rested possessively on my stomach.

“You did so well,” Melissa whispered, kissing my shoulder.

Shawn’s voice was low and satisfied. “You can come over anytime Tory. We could have a lot more fun together.”

I lay there between them, still catching my breath, body aching in the best way.

All characters are above the age of 18

I (Collin, 23, 5'7", slim and feminine build) live in a nice apartment back in the city, but my dating life has been complete shit lately. I just needed to get away, unwind, and stop overthinking everything. The lake house Airbnb with its own private pool felt like the perfect escape. I wanted the whole week to myself no guys, no girls, no stress. Just me, the water, good food, and the freedom to finally wear all the panties, lingerie sets, and bikinis I’d been collecting.

I committed hard. I only packed one set of “boy clothes” for the drive there. Everything else in my suitcase was femme. On the way in, those boy clothes literally got caught on the metal gate and ripped. I took it as a sign from the universe. I even had an Amazon delivery scheduled for the last day so I could go home looking “normal.” Until then? I was all in.

The first day was perfect. I spent the afternoon in a soft lavender panty set, then changed into a tiny white bikini and swam in the private pool like I owned the place. No one around for miles. I felt sexy and free for the first time in months.

Day two started out just as good… until the tornado warning hit that evening.

I was in the living room in a full red lace lingerie set a sheer red teddy that hugged my flat chest and slim waist, matching red thong panties that barely contained my small, excited clitty, and a red garter belt clipped to sheer black thigh high stockings. The wind was howling and rain was slamming the windows when the front door opened.

Two tall, soaking wet guys walked in with duffel bags and fishing gear.

We all froze.

“Uh… hi?” the taller one said.

I instinctively tried to cover myself with my hands, heart hammering. “Who the fuck are you?”

Introductions happened fast and awkward. Sal (6'3", swimmer’s build, 28) and Joey (6'2", lean muscle, 27). They’d booked the same dates through the app. Double booking. Classic glitch.

I explained, blushing furiously, that this was supposed to be my solo week to dress up and unwind. That I only had lingerie and bikinis with me now. They looked stunned but didn’t freak out. Sal rubbed the back of his neck.

“Look, we’ll get a hotel first thing in the morning. But with the tornado warning… the roads are gonna be fucked. Mind if we crash here tonight? We’ll stay out of your way.”

I nodded, still mortified but weirdly turned on by the whole situation. Being caught like this had my cock already twitching against the lace.

They took the second bedroom and tried to give me privacy. I retreated to mine, door mostly closed, but the house wasn’t that big. I could hear them talking in the living room, voices low but not low enough.

“Dude… it’s a guy,” Sal said quietly.

Joey answered after a second. “Yeah, but he doesn’t look like a guy. Not in that lingerie. He’s actually really pretty.”

A pause.

“Would you though?” Sal asked.

Joey let out a short laugh. “Given the opportunity? Probably. You?”

My cock twitched hard.

A few minutes later there was a soft knock on my door.

“Hey, Collin? We saw all the food you brought… we’re starving. Any chance you could make something? We’ll handle drinks.”

I took a deep breath, smoothed my lingerie, and stepped out. No point hiding anymore.

I cooked while they made strong cocktails at the kitchen island simple but good shrimp pasta with garlic, lemon, and the fresh herbs I’d brought. They kept stealing glances. I could feel their eyes on my ass in the thong, on the way the garters framed my legs, on my slim, smooth body.

Finally Joey spoke up, a little sheepish. “Sorry for staring. You’re… really pretty. Like, actually beautiful.”

My face burned, but I let my voice go soft and a little higher without even thinking about it.

“Thanks. You guys are pretty attractive too.”

We talked for a while why I was doing this, how my dating life sucked, how good it felt to just be feminine and free for once. Then I decided to be brave.

“So… I heard what you were saying earlier,” I said, plating the pasta. “About whether you’d fuck me or not.”

I set the plates down, heart pounding so hard I could barely breathe. “It’s okay. This vacation is for me. I’m here. I only have lingerie and bikinis the entire time. I’m as vulnerable as it’s possible to be.”

I looked them both in the eye. “So I’m calling you on it. Anything you want with me. Anything.”

Sal blinked. “Anything?”

“Yeah.” My voice didn’t shake. “I’m serious.”

They looked at each other. The tension in the room was thick enough to cut. Joey was the first to nod, slow and careful.

“…Okay.”

Sal followed a second later. “Yeah. Okay.”

We ate, but none of us were really tasting the food. The storm outside was getting worse thunder rumbling, rain slamming the windows but inside it was just heat and nerves and want.

After dinner the tension was thick. We moved to the big sectional couch. Joey pulled me into his lap and kissed me while Sal kissed my neck. Hands were everywhere squeezing my ass, tracing the red lace and garter straps. They started undressing and I slid down to my knees between them.

I took turns sucking their cocks, going back and forth, looking up at them. Joey’s hand rested on the back of my head as I took him deep.

“Fuck, you’re such a good girl,” he groaned.

The words hit me hard.

Hearing good girl for the first time sent a jolt straight through me. My cock…no my clitty throbbed inside the tiny red thong and heat flooded my whole body. It got me so excited the way he said it so naturally, like I really was their girl. I felt myself sinking deeper into the role, wanting it more.

I pulled off just enough to look up at both of them, lips shiny. My voice came out soft and breathy.

“Yeah… I’ll be a good girl for you guys if that's what you want…..”

Joey’s eyes darkened. Sal looked at me for a second, then asked quietly, “You okay with us calling you that?”

I nodded immediately, still holding Joey’s cock. “Yeah. I like it. Keep going.”

That was all they needed.

Joey groaned and guided my head back down. “This girl knows how to suck a good cock,” he muttered as I took him deep again. I moaned around him, sucking harder, loving how filthy it sounded. Sal stroked himself while he watched, then fed his cock into my mouth when Joey pulled out. They took turns using my mouth, hands in my hair, hips moving a little more each time. I was drooling, eyes watering, but I didn’t want them to stop.

“Fuck, look at her,” Sal said. “She’s loving this.”

I moaned in agreement around whichever cock was in my mouth.

After a while they pulled me up and moved me onto the couch. Sal sat back against the cushions and pulled me onto his lap so I was straddling him. His cock was thick and hot against my ass. He held my waist and helped me line up, then I slowly sank down onto him.

I gasped as he stretched me open. It had been months since I’d been fucked and he felt huge. I had to go slow at first, rocking my hips and getting used to the size. Sal watched my face the whole time, one hand stroking my thigh where the red garter met skin.

“Damn girl, work that ass,” he growled once I started moving properly. I moaned and did exactly what he said rolling my hips and bouncing on his cock, working my ass the way he wanted. The red lace teddy was riding up, and my clitty was leaking steadily into the tiny thong.

Joey stood beside the couch, stroking himself while he watched. After a minute he stepped closer and I turned my head to take him into my mouth again. I rode Sal while I sucked Joey, switching between moaning and choking on cock. Every time I dropped down hard on Sal he groaned and called me a good girl. Joey kept feeding me his cock, telling me how pretty I looked getting fucked.

They switched me around a few times. At one point Sal had me bent over the back of the couch while Joey fucked me from behind. Joey’s hands were tight on my hips, pulling me back onto his cock with every thrust.

“Fuck… this bitch has a tight ass,” Joey groaned, voice rough. The crude words made me clench around him and push back harder. He fucked me deeper, the sound of skin slapping filling the room along with the storm outside.

They kept rotating. I ended up on my back on the couch with my legs spread, Sal between them while Joey knelt by my head so I could suck him. Sal fucked me slow and deep at first, then harder once he felt how much I could take. Every thrust rubbed right against my prostate and I was moaning constantly around Joey’s cock.

“God, she’s so fucking tight,” Sal muttered. “You feel that, baby?”

I nodded frantically, pulling off Joey just long enough to gasp, “Yes... feels so good...”

Joey stroked my hair while I sucked him. “That’s our good girl. Take it.”

They kept going like that for a while switching positions, taking turns in my mouth and ass, never letting me rest for long. My red lingerie was getting messy the teddy was pushed up, the thong pulled to the side, and there was spit and precum all over the lace. I didn’t care. I was completely lost in it.

At one point they had me on all fours again. Joey was fucking me while I sucked Sal. Joey reached under me and started stroking my clitty in time with his thrusts.

“You gonna cum for us like this, good girl?” he asked.

I tried to answer but Sal’s cock was in my mouth, so I just moaned louder and pushed back harder.

Sal pulled out of my mouth and tilted my chin up so I was looking at him. “Answer him.”

“Yes,” I gasped. “Please... I’m close...”

Joey stroked me faster while he fucked me. It only took a few more seconds. I came hard, my whole body shaking as my clitty pulsed and shot into the red thong. My ass clenched tight around Joey and he groaned, fucking me through it until I was whimpering and oversensitive.

They weren’t done with me yet.

Sal pulled me up and sat me back on his cock, facing him this time. I was still shaking from my orgasm but I sank down on him anyway. He held me close and fucked up into me while Joey stood behind the couch and fed me his cock again. I was a mess moaning, drooling, completely used and I loved every second of it.

Sal came first this time, groaning as he filled me up. Joey followed a minute later, pulling out and finishing across my face and the red lace teddy. I licked what I could reach off my lips, still gently rocking on Sal’s softening cock.

We stayed like that for a long time afterward me slumped between them on the couch, breathing hard, the storm still raging outside. They kept touching me, stroking my back, my thighs, my hair. Every so often one of them would murmur “good girl” and I would shiver.

My red lingerie was ruined cum on the lace, the thong soaked, garters twisted but I didn’t want to take it off yet.

Neither of them mentioned getting a hotel in the morning.

And honestly? I didn’t want them to.