Keith’s Transformation Ch. 01

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Keith stared in disbelief at the woman he saw in the full-length mirror in front of him. A pair of crimson, three-inch heels started the outfit, giving way to fishnets running up her smooth legs. The centerpiece of the outfit was a black and red gothic Lolita dress. Fluffy ruffles and frills of lace gave a playful edge to the short skirt and revealing top. Transparent black mesh covered her arms below the shoulder. The top was low cut, dipping low enough to give just a peak of her small but firm cleavage. Straps ran from the top to a trimmed collar around her neck. Her dark hair was left down, falling just short of her shoulders, framing her face. Her lips were painted with a deep red that looked nearly black, giving sharp contrast to her pale skin. Light mascara and eye shadow drew attention to her piercing blue eyes that seemed to look through Keith’s soul as he stared.

The sight left Keith in a daze, there was no way he was looking at himself. There wasn’t a trace of himself in the reflection, no matter where he looked. No, this wasn’t him anymore. Sure, Keith was the one looking into the mirror, but Kelly was staring back at him.

“How the hell did I get here?” He asked himself, thinking back to how this all started.

-Two Months Earlier-

Keith’s ears perked up at the sound of high heels clicking across the floor upstairs. He was sure they didn’t have plans tonight, just a quiet Friday at home. His confusion grew when Jasmine called out from the top of the steps.

‘So, I was thinking about our conversation the other day, and I have a surprise for you.” Keith flushed as he remembered the conversation she meant. They had been talking about their sex life and he told her he was feeling more submissive lately and wanted to explore that. At the time he didn’t notice the glint in her eye.

Keith heard the heels click down the stairs, and gasped as she rounded the corner. Her outfit was stunning. Calf-high leather boots with sharp four-inch heels matched a black leather kağıthane escort corset with gleaming silver buckles. His gaze, however, was captured by the strap-on standing erect at her crotch.

She strode over to him and grabbed his chin with one hand. “You’re going to follow orders tonight, right?” she whispered in his ear. He nodded, still dazed by the situation he found himself in. “Good.” Before he could protest, her other hand came up and expertly ran lipstick across his lips. As he started to catch his bearings, she thrust a dress into his hands. “Get dressed, then your going to suck my cock.”

He hesitated. They had done pegging before and both enjoyed it, but he had never been dressed up, never used his mouth, and she had never called it a cock before. As he stared at her blankly in shock, she grabbed his hair and pulled, bringing an involuntary moan to his lips. “Now slut.” She barked at him, pulling him to his feet.

He quickly slid off the gym shorts he was wearing, then pulled his tshirt over his head, letting them land in a heap on the floor next to the couch. Jasmine had taken a seat, her strap-on standing proudly. His cock hardened as he slowly dropped to his knees in front of her. He hadn’t expected this, but it was turning him on immensely. Tentatively, he licked the tip of the strap-on.

Jasmine grabbed his hair with one hand and pulled his mouth onto the tip. “Come on slut, suck my cock like you mean it.” Her grip firm, she guided him up and down the length of the dildo as he blushed. He slowly lost his hesitation, beginning to work the dildo in earnest with his mouth. This close, he noticed it was their double-ended strap-on, the other end inserted into Jasmine’s pussy, giving her some feedback on the movements.

He barely noticed that her grip had loosened, no longer needing to guide him as he bobbed eagerly on her dildo. Gaining confidence, he attempted to slide his mouth fully down the toy. He made it, the tip of the kağızman escort strap-on just barely poking into the back of his throat as his nose pressed against her crotch. She let out a surprised moan as the motion pivoted the dildo inside her. He gagged, coughing slightly as he pulled back, but he was determined to make her moan again.

With renewed vigor he deepthroated the dildo and held it as long as possible, using his tongue to flick the dildo filling his mouth. She moaned again and her hands flew to his head, holding him in place even as he fought not to choke. She pulled his head back and he coughed, gulping in air. She smiled, giving him only a few moments of reprieve before pulling him back down her toy. She moaned and held him there, grinding her hips into his face as the toy inside her rubbed across her G Spot.

She let him pull back again as she panted. “Yes slut, make me cum with your cute mouth.” She pulled him back down again after he caught his breath and began alternating. She would force him to deepthroat her and grind herself against his face, then give him a chance to breathe as she rapidly thrust in his mouth. Before long she pulled him down to the base of the dildo and wrapped her legs around him, clenching and shaking as she moaned out her orgasm.

After she came down from her climax, and he had caught his breath, she pulled his face up to look in her eyes again. “Good job slut. You’re such a good cock sucker aren’t you? Do you want your reward now?

He nodded blankly, he had given in completely to being in her control. She stood, up, pulling him to his feet and laughing at his cock tenting the front of his dress. he had been so focused on sucking her, he hadn’t paid attention to his cock that had been rock hard and throbbing the whole time. She grabbed him by the wrist and pulled to the bedroom.

Once inside the door she spun him towards the bed and pushed him face down onto it. He felt her lift the back of his dress, exposing his bare maraş escort ass and hard cock to the air. There was a click then a cold drop of lube landed on his exposed ass, her finger swiftly rubbing it around his tight hole before slipping inside. She grabbed his hips, pulling his ass up so she could line the tip of the strap-on against his hole. “Beg for it slut.” She ordered as she pushed just a bit of the tip against him.

“Please fuck me.” He begged weakly.

“Louder! tell me what you want.”

“Please fuck me!” He begged again, louder, fighting against her grip to try and push his ass backwards to no avail.

“Please fuck my ass with your big girl cock, Mistress Jasmine. Say it” She slapped his ass hard.

“Please fuck my ass with your girl cock Mistress Jasmine.” He cried out. “Make me your good slut!”

Jasmine grinned and sank the dildo into him in one quick thrust, tearing a moan from Keith’s lips. She started pounding him rough and fast, pulling back against his hips with each thrust to push in as deeply as possible. He moaned as she drove into him again and again, fucking him so hard the bed shifted under them with each thrust. His hard dick swayed in the air, leaking precum into the front of the dress.

After a few minutes of pounding she grabbed his dick and started jerking him slowly as she thrust. He whimpered as the jolt of pleasure made his ass clench around the toy driving into him. She started stroking faster, her thrusts never losing pace.

“Cum for me slut. Let me hear you moan while you cum with my cock in your ass. You’re my little slut and I want you to cum for me.”

Her teasing sent him over the edge and his legs tensed. She drove her strap-on into him as deeply as she could and held him there. She could feel the toy move as his ass spasmed and his dick pulsed, cum splashing into the front of the dress.

As his orgasm ended, she pulled out of him slowly, grinning as his asshole twitched at the emptiness, and helped him to his side.

She laid behind him as he caught his breath and cuddled up to him. Her arm wrapped around his waist as she spooned him, her fake dick still hard and nestled against his ass as he came down from the scene. She stroked his head while whispering to him.

“What a good slut you are for me. I’m going to have so much fun with you.”

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