I always felt that to live my sexuality fully, I needed more than the traditional. The usual sex, after a while, bored me and I needed to change and look for something else, whether it was another man or another experience, but without ever being able to feel satisfied. After many adventures that momentarily satiated my need for pleasure, my body felt painfully unsatisfied. There had to be more, much more! But in that search, I could not find “my two”, my pair, someone who resonated with me to live without limits those fantasies, desires, and morbidities. Some ideas were already hovering in my imagination, caused by some porn video or only by letting myself be carried away by my erotic daydreams.
Still, I felt that even those fantasies did not exhaust the possibilities. I felt a world of pleasures yet to be discovered that I could not even imagine.
I met Daniel through a website. It was a late night when we started chatting, and from the first exchanges, I felt good chemistry between us. We introduced ourselves and quickly began to flirt. From the start, we were clear that we were looking to have fun and have pleasure and sex without commitment.
We both had unfulfilled desires and an intuition that there was a wild world of possibilities that we had not yet explored. That perhaps we had not even imagined! At some point that night, I had the feeling that together we could open that door behind which unlimited fantasies lived.
We met a few days later. Daniel picked me up, and we went to a motel on the outskirts of town. We entered the room, and there was a moment of uncertainty but marked by a strong sexual tension between us. Although we had exchanged photos, I think we were pleasantly surprised to see each other in person. The mutual attraction was immediate. We exchanged a few words as we made the first approaching gestures. We kissed, and everything quickly flowed with an intensity that confirmed our suspicions that this would be different from what we had experienced before. The following encounters confirmed those suspicions, but I will not tell them now because each one could be the subject of its own story.
Those encounters with Daniel, overflowing with morbidity and passion, definitely left behind those searches that could not satisfy my deepest appetites. I experienced orgasms that moved me to the core and left me breathless and on the verge of tears. I felt satisfied and fulfilled as a woman for the first time in my life.
Still living that dream of incredible sex, something powerful happened when he confessed to me that he had always had the fantasy of changing roles. At first, it surprised me and threw me off a bit because I had never considered it. To my surprise, and after playing with the idea in my head and watching some porn videos on the subject, Daniel’s fantasy became mine entirely with incredible intensity.
It was hard for me to believe and understand why that idea led me to such excitement. Daniel bought the harness that came with a pair of latex cocks, and we had our first role reversal encounter. At that moment, something completely new and very intense exploded within me. To my great surprise, wearing that latex cock transformed me and made me feel virile and made unique desires and appetites appear: the desire to possess, to dominate, to subdue, and to penetrate. A primitive and masculine nature took over my whole being.
Driven by that fantasy, I enjoyed putting him on all fours, opening his ass with my tongue and lubricating and dilating it until his disposition, evidenced in his gasps of pleasure, made unbearable my urge to fuck him. I penetrated him slowly but without mercy, while feeling him moan and resist slightly until I finally defeated him, and the huge latex cock was deep in his ass.
He began to move his hips rhythmically at that moment of surrender, accompanying my “macho” thrusts and generating a new excitement in me. I was very impressed with the enormous pleasure that I increasingly experienced in this new role, and how I enjoyed seeing him subdued. I would grab him tightly by the hips or by the hair and force my cock inside him over and over again, to the point of having orgasms picturing that I was filling him (her) with my hot milk. In those moments, I felt him as feminine as I felt virile and masculine. I became a hot male eager to be pleased by a devoted, helpful, and submissive whore.
It was in one of those encounters, while I possessed him and in my imagination, transformed him into a whore, that I wanted to see him become a woman. I wanted him to feel like the whore I had felt with him and many others before him. Dress him up, make him up, make him wear provocative lingerie, and watch him behave like that whore that I had in my imagination and that fed that morbid and strange desire, but that was also real and of incredible intensity.
When I finally, and somewhat shyly, confessed my wishes to him, he surprised me by immediately accepting. I saw in his face that the idea was not strange to him. That he needed to take that step to recognize, welcome, and transform into that whore that he already was for me. It took me a while to get the right sexy lingerie, high heels, and a provocative dress. Once I had it, as soon as we arrived at the hotel, I said, “Today you are going to be my whore, I am going to make you one, and then I am going to fuck you hard.”
I undressed him and began by putting on a light-blue thong with lace toe with an anterior groove intended to be penetrated, but which I used to make his cock come out because it was already erect from his arousal. Then I put him the fishnet stockings. After that, a brassiere to wrap and conceal his voluminous pectoral muscles, transforming his virile chest into something sensual and feminine. A tight-fitting brothel “milonguita” dress that modeled his figure by refining his waist and highlighting his pretty ass and finally a wig long and blonde.
I was getting turned on as I transformed him and felt my pussy soaked and contracting with arousal. When I finally finished dressing “her” and made his up with a garish red lipstick, very striking, and lined his eyes, I couldn’t believe how excited I was. It drove me mad with pleasure to see the man who attracted me, that drove me crazy, that pleased and satisfied me so much, being transvestite. And on top of that, looking so hot!
He had everything I wanted in a man. He was a divine male physically, was intelligent, and had that look that stripped my soul and elevated me. Perhaps the tremendously erotic force of the transformation had to do with the contrast of seeing him become a whore from a brothel showing off and selling his body to the man who is willing to pay for it. The idea of seeing her seduce other men began to spin in my head more and more insistently.
I fucked “my whore” several times and continued to refine the wardrobe, educate her to walk with the heels moving her ass, and use feminine seduction tricks. After a while, my fantasy finally took shape and it led me to new and unknown levels of arousal and desire: I wanted her and me, be the whores for another man.
When I told Daniel, his reaction was a mixture of excitement and fear at the idea’s audacity. Involving someone else broke the inner circle of complicity between us and exposed us to someone else’s gaze and desire. The force of my passion finally overcame his resistance, and when he said “yes”, I began to search for a candidate.
After discarding many guys offered as third-parties in sex webpages, but that were not even close to what I was looking for, I met Alex on Facebook. Alex, although he was not as physically attractive to me as Daniel, when I chatted with him, I saw he had the curiosity, the attitude, and the disposition to play with us on our terms. I liked that he was also willing to let himself be carried away by the sensuality of the moment as we do with Daniel, without preconceptions or limitations. That he was pleased to be with both of us was essential since I felt a great desire to see Daniel penetrated by a man.
When we finally went out with Alex, everything was terrific, even better than I expected. I enjoyed watching him fuck Daniel, and I also really enjoyed him fucking me while Daniel watched, kissed me, and masturbated me. Everything was plenty sensual. Hot kisses between the three of us, endless caresses, and occasionally well-timed spanks. A lot of libido, generosity, and shared morbidness.
A tremendous desire possessed me, and I would not stop enjoying and panting and having very intense orgasms. Alex, far from generating insecurities or jealousy, helped us take our relationship to another level of greater trust, boldness, openness, and freedom. After being with him, we felt more united and attracted and surprised by the capacity to enjoy ourselves more each time. But most importantly, I felt like I could bring my fantasy of the two whores to Alex and take the experience to another level.
I told Alex my fantasy, and it blew his mind! Finally, all was set to carry out the long-awaited dream.
The day I waited for so long, finally arrived. We went to the hotel with Daniel earlier to get ready, but Alex, very anxious about the meeting, arrived at the hotel almost as soon as we did, so we had to get dressed in the bathroom not to spoil the surprise. The situation of locking ourselves in the bathroom with Daniel and the expectation and excitement that I felt made me remember when, a long time ago, we prepared to go out with other girls. On those occasions, while we dressed and put make-up, we talked about our clothes and how we would seduce a random guy at the party.
I got dressed and helped Daniel get ready. Before starting, I believed that many details would be lacking in her grooming to achieve a credible feminine transformation. I wanted “her” to be really “attractive” for who would be in a few minutes our man, our client, as soon as we left the bathroom. But when I finished dressing him up and putting on his makeup, he was “divine,” wholly transformed into an incredible whore … Sexy! Very slutty! With such a transformation, Daniel was no longer my man!
When we emerged from the bathroom, the impact on our “client” was immediately apparent. He was turned on before our appearance, both dressed very sexy and walking towards him with heels and shaking our asses. You could see it in his lustful and appreciative face before our display of morbidness and in the erection that was noticeable even through the clothes.
At that moment, we were two produced, sexy, and sensual whores, and it was clear that he was totally and immediately captured in our world. We approached him sensually, and the foreplay began: kisses between the whores, kisses between the three, all very yummy and juicy, flavored with desire. We undressed him and showed him in many ways our willingness to give everything to satisfy him. My connection with Daniel (now turned into “Alejandra”, her whore name) was so unique, so alive, and energetic that it was contagious.
Usually, I love, and it excites me, being in command at the sexual encounters. I saw that the foreplay had made Alex completely horny, and he was ready for more. I made Alex sit down on the sofa and I exercised my dominating attitude on my whore and ordered her with firm gestures to attend to that big, erect cock. I wanted to see my submissive whore between his legs, sucking his cock.
In that position, I could suck Alejandra’s ass and thus prepare, excite, and lubricate her. Seeing her sucking Alex’s cock as a whore while I ate her ass gave me a pleasure that I had never experienced before.
When Alejandra’s ass was ready, I ordered her to sit on Alex’s cock. Seeing her excited and eager to fuck Alex’s cock made me even more aroused than I felt when I penetrated her. She placed herself on top of Alex. I guided his cock inside her. With each leap that Alejandra took sitting on that plump cock, enjoying herself and pleasing Alex, I felt an inexplicable internal tingle. I wanted to be her and, at the same time, be the client who was fucking her.
And somehow, I was! I felt it in the three’s interaction, in the kisses, in the caresses, and the movement. While Alejandra took it, I looked, enjoyed, guided her, set the timing and rhythm of “her” motion, studied the client, provoked him with caresses and kisses. Also, in words said at that time: in the, “Sweet bitch!” In the, “Does she fuck you well, daddy? Do you like it that way?” The intensity of the movement increased; the gasps became louder; the client finally cummed. At that moment, I felt that we were two whores seeking perfection in our ability to give pleasure. Roleplay became an intense reality, unfolding deep, primitive feelings. All limits were erased, and we deeply identified with each other.
At that point, it was my turn to be fucked! Daniel stripped off all his female wardrobe, already satisfied, and my man reappeared. I became a whore for two males. I felt them both caressing my body in every possible way, and I experienced intense pleasure and desire. I felt caresses on my tits, my back, my thighs. Fingers that penetrate my pussy and my ass. I feel the tongues of both hungry and thirsty for my body and my juices. What a treat!!
How much I liked to be a whore! To be so desired! I felt fulfilled by being an object of desire and a whore. I laid down on my back and felt an enormous pleasure when my man put his erect cock into my mouth. It was everything my tongue and palate desired. Alex, while he was trying to recover from the exhaustion that “my bitch” left him, enjoyed watching me sucking Daniel´s cock while he was licking my pussy.
Suddenly, I changed to suck Alex’s dick, to help him regain his erection. I was extraordinarily turned on and almost out of my mind, longing to be penetrated. When Alex finally recovered, I got into all fours to offer myself to him while I looked at Daniel, teasing him with my attitude and eagerness to serve another man. I perceived an excitement and jealousy mixture in his gaze, but far from displeasing him, it increased his arousal. I felt how he grabbed my tits and my arse and began to accompany and accentuate my movements before Alex’s thrusts. His accomplice and my accomplice.
That feeling of being dominated by two men, to be submissive and surrendered to them, while that cock was forced deep inside me, made me cum once more with gasps and screams that I couldn’t, nor wanted to contain. It was an orgasm of unprecedented intensity, heartbreaking, that summed all the experiences lived that night.