The Ancient Mystical Egyptian Gender Switching Panties

by Stacey Fox

And right now the Sally part was winning.

  “Anyway Bernie, Andrew sends you his deepest apologies. He knows that he hasn’t been with the company very long, and that his attendance record is far from perfect. Especially on the weekend shifts”.

  “That’s correct Sally. To be perfectly honest, your brother has been far from impressive since he started with us. His timekeeping leaves a lot to be desired and his attitude towards covering the important weekend shifts is equally poor. I was actually thinking of letting him go at the end of the month, that is, unless you can persuade me otherwise”.

  Shit. This was a lot more serious than I thought.

  “Oh Bernie, I’m sure that there won’t be any need for that. In fact, that’s the whole reason I’m here”.

  “Well it will take a lot of convincing to persuade me he is nothing more than a complete loser”.

  Marie came in and placed two teas on the desk and then left again.

  “I don’t know if you know this, but Andy does a lot of work with homeless charities in his spare time” I said, lying through my teeth.

  “Really? I had no idea. He’s never mentioned it before”.

  “Well that’s our Andy for you. He’s incredibly humble deep down inside. I know he may give off the impression that he doesn’t care, but really he has a heart as big as a whale”.

  “That may be Sally, but I can’t afford to let Andrew’s charity work affect the efficient running of this office. At the end of the day, we are the ones who pay his wages, not the homeless charity, as harsh as that may sound”.

  “I appreciate that Bernie, and I wasn’t trying to make excuses for him, but I’m sure an obviously hard-working man like yourself can understand that Andy has probably been over-stretching himself lately, what with working both jobs”.

  “Well yes, I suppose I can understand that” he replied, leaning back in his chair, “but I’m afraid it just isn’t good enough Sally. Your brother just isn’t a team player”.

  “In that case” I replied, “maybe there is something I could do to change that”.

  I threw one leg up onto his desk on one end, and my other leg up on the other end, and spread them wide open. As I wasn’t wearing any panties, Bernie was treated to a lovely view of my gaping pussy with my purple labia just peeking out from within.

  “W….w……w…..w…..” was all he could say.

  He took a handkerchief from his pocket and mopped his brow. My plan was obviously working.

  “Would this help convince you?” I asked him, and I sucked on my middle finger, while with my other hand I reached down and parted my pussy lips, giving him a birds-eye view of my flushed pink pussy flesh, glistening with my sweet juices.

  I removed my finger from my mouth and slid it slowly down over my clit and up into my dark, gaping hole. I moaned quietly and tilted my head back, closing my eyes while I fingered myself slowly, as he sat and watched. After a moment or two, I looked back up at him, licking my lips seductively as I pushed two fingers up into me. He had one of his hands under the desk, and I could tell that he was rubbing his cock.

  “Why don’t you get that out for me and we’ll see if we can “come” to an agreement Bernie?” I said.

  He smiled at me and fumbled with his belt, pulling it free and pulling down his zipper. He let his pants slide to the floor, all the while never taking his eyes from me finger-fucking myself.

  He let his boxers drop and his cock popped out proudly. It wasn’t long but it was a decent thickness.

  He took hold of it and began to beat himself off as I slipped a third finger up, my pussy making squelching noises as I pumped them in and out of me faster. I could tell by the way he was going that it wouldn’t take him long to come, so I threw my legs off the desk and walked round to where he was frantically beating at his meat.

  I pulled my lovely fat tits free from my top and offered them up to him, squeezing them together, my nipples sticking out like cigar butts.

  He didn’t break stride, still stroking his rod as he leaned in and sucked at my thick nips like a hungry baby. I reached down and took over on his dick, pulling him long and slow, from balls to tip, twisting him in my hand.

  It was obviously turning him on as he was groaning and slurping away at my nipples and my tit flesh was soon all wet with his saliva.

  I moved away from him and sat on the desk.

  “Kneel down” I ordered him, and he dropped to the floor in an instant. I spread my legs and took hold of either side of his head, and pulled his face hard into my sopping gash. He slurped and licked at me like a thirsty puppy, still tugging at his thick cock under the desk. I knew I couldn’t take much of this before I came, and I didn’t want to waste ALL my energy just yet, so a minute later I pushed him away.

  I smiled at him, and slid of the desk turning around and presenting him with my bare ass as I bent over.

  My pussy was flushed red and gasping. “Now first why don’t you squeeze that lovely thick cock of yours into my tight little asshole?”

  I pulled my ass cheeks wide apart, my crinkled asshole winking at him.

  “That will not be a problem Melissa” he said, and I felt him nudge the tip of his slippery dick into my back door. I moaned with pleasure as he stretched me apart, easing his dick into my tight ass inch by inch. I gripped onto the edges of the desk as he pushed in all the way until he was balls deep in my butt.

  “Fuck me now Bernie” I begged “Fuck my tight ass hard.”

  He took hold of my hips and started to pull out of me.

  Then he pushed back in again, as deep as he could.

  Slowly he started to build the pace, and my asshole soon stretched enough that he could slip in and out easily. It wasn’t long before he was banging hard at my ass, pumping me furiously, his ball-sack slapping at my pussy with each thrust.

  I reached down and rubbed frantically at my clit, trying to bring myself to orgasm. Bernie was getting close now though, and he was letting out little grunts with every pump, faster and faster and faster, banging me hard into his desk. There was no way that Marie couldn’t hear us, but that thought just turned me on more.

  “YES BERNIE, YES, FUCK ME. FUCK ME. FUCK ME.” I cried out.

  “Shh…shhh…shh” he stuttered as he rammed his cock home,”Marie might hear”.

  “Fuck my pussy now Bernie” I begged, “Jam that hard dick into my wet hole”.

  He slipped his cock out of my burning asshole and wedged it right up into my sopping tunnel in one thrust. I gasped and gripped tightly onto his desk as he began banging away at my honeypot.

  “Oh fuck Bernie, you’re such a stud” I said, as my tits bounced up and down with each pump. Our thighs were slapping together and Bernie’s breathing was coming in ragged gasps. Considering how badly out of shape he was, I was quite impressed that he had managed to keep up the pace so far.

  Soon my legs began to quiver as I felt my orgasm beginning to build deep down inside me, and a wave of pleasure flooded over me as I felt my whole body climax.

  “OH GOD!!!!!” I screamed as I came and with that he gave one almighty pump, and I felt him dig his nails into my sides as he spurted his cum deep into my pussy, his orgasm making his legs go weak.

  He held onto me for a bit longer, giving little thrusts as he milked the last of his cum out of his softening cock, until finally he slipped out of me with a wet sucking sound.

  He collapsed down into his chair, his dripping wet cock flopping lazily to one side, his cum still dribbling out of it.

  I stood up and straightened my clothing out, popping my tits back into my top and using his handkerchief to wipe up his jizz as it dribbled out of me.

  Bernie just sat slumped in his chair, breathing raggedly with the stupidest grin on his face as I started to leave. I stopped at the door and turned back to him.

  “Shall I tell Andy that it’s work as usual on Monday then?” I said, smiling.

  “Oh yes yes, of course” he replied.

  “Thanks Bernie”
I replied, and blew him a kiss.

  Marie looked down her nose at me as I wiggled my ass out the front door, but I didn’t care. As far as I was concerned it was a job well done and I’d got well and truly fucked into the bargain.

  I counted that as a win.

  I made my way across town on the bus towards the museum. The last job I had to do today was return the panties before the museum closed.

  I climbed the steps to the museum. It was almost 5 and the same old security guard who’d chased Dan and me the previous day was lifting a sign in from outside the door.

  “Excuse me” I said, and he stopped to look at me.

  “I’m sorry young lady, but we’re closing now” he said.

  “I guessed that” I replied, “I just wanted to hand these in”.

  I handed him the mystical panties.

  “My brother says he’s really sorry. He was really drunk yesterday and, er, I guess it was just a prank. He’s really really sorry”.

  He just looked at the panties and looked back at me.

  “We’ll, I’m afraid we did call the police and reported it as theft, but I guess as you’ve returned them and no harms been done we could see about forgetting about this whole thing”.

  “That would be great” I said, “I’m sure my brother would appreciate that”.

  “That’s ok, just tell him not to do something as stupid as that again”.

  “Oh, I’m sure he won’t” I said.

  I made my way back down the steps and headed back across town to my apartment.

  It had been such a long day, and the hard banging that Bernie had given me had burned away all of my energy, and I hadn’t been at home long before I suddenly felt incredibly tired. I made my way to my bedroom and didn’t even have the energy to get undressed. I slumped down onto my bed and immediately fell into a deep, satisfied sleep.

  It was early the next morning when I awoke.

  I rolled over and as I had always done, reached down for my morning scratch.

  It took a few moments for it to register as I scratched at my cock, but suddenly the events of the previous day flooded back to me.

  I sat up in bed and grabbed at my crotch.

  It was there.

  It was all there, just as it should be. Cock. Balls. Everything.

  I grabbed at my chest.

  No tits!!

  I lay back on the bed and smiled at myself as I recalled all the crazy goings on that had happened since Friday. If it wasn’t for the fact that I was still wearing a blouse and skirt I would have sworn it would have been a dream.

  Well that and the fact my asshole was stinging.

  But you know what, as much as I liked having my meat and two veg back, deep down inside a little part of me was kind of sad.

  I wondered idly if the museum was open on a Sunday.

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