Lipstick & Miniskirts

by John Dylena

  His thoughts became cloudy and he found it hard to focus. He looked at the world differently and noticed things that would’ve otherwise been ignored. He found his gaze lingering on the men he saw on the street. His mind flashed to the two men in the lobby and he was overwhelmed by a vision of pure erotic fantasy.

  Alex was sandwiched between the two men as they fucked him passionately. His body cried out as they filled him to the brim. Their strong hands glided across his velvety smooth skin as he tasted the lips of the man in front.

  Yum! Doesn’t that feel sooo good?

  “No… stop,” Alex muttered as he closed his eyes. His hands moved on their own, his right disappeared under the hem of his dress as his left squeezed his breast.

  Give in to the pleasure, Alex. Being a bimbo is like, so much fun!

  “No!” His eyes opened and he regained control of his body moments before the elevator dinged and the metal doors opened. He took a couple wobbly steps forward as he exited and searched the hallway for Autumn’s apartment.

  He returned the note to his purse when he found her door, and taking a deep breath, he knocked.

  Moments later, a voice called out to him.

  “What do you want?”

  Alex cocked his head. The voice wasn’t Autumn’s, but a man’s. “I’m… looking for Autumn. Is she here?”

  The door opened slowly, and through the crack of the door, a man looked out at Alex. “What do you want with Autumn?”

  “I need to talk to her about something.”

  “She’s… not in at the moment.”

  Alex bit his lip. “Can I come in and wait for her? I really need to talk to her.”

  The door closed and Alex frowned. He turned to leave, but then he heard the sound of the chain coming undone on the other side and the door once again opened. The man stood aside and waved Alex in.

  Alex looked him up and down as he entered. The guy was young, close to his age but maybe a year or two older. He had short brown hair and dark eyes, and covering his face was several days’ growth of what looked like a beard.

  “Uh, sorry about the mess,” he said as he ran past Alex to the couch, picking up an empty pizza box and grabbing some magazines. Alex managed to notice the covers before the guy disappeared in the kitchen. They were various adult magazines, from those that contained fashion and makeup tips to how to spice up your sex life.

  “Name’s Rob,” the guy shouted from the kitchen.

  “Al—Abby.” Alex bit his lip, thankful he managed to stop himself and not shout out his male name.

  Alex is like, also a girl’s name!

  He ignored the bubbly voice in his head and surveyed the rest of the apartment. Apart from the mess and the appearance of the man, the rest of the place was very nice. It was obvious that Rob had a well-paying job, based on the quality furniture and the expensive home theater system.

  So he’s rich, but is he like, good in bed?

  Can it, will you?!

  Alex sat down on the couch and his fingers lingered when they brushed across a piece of lace fabric. Curious, he fished out the item from between the cushions.

  He held the thong in his fingers and giggled.

  That’s a cute thong.

  You’re right. It is pretty cute. Wait, what am I thinking?!

  “Umm, what are you doing with those?”

  Alex pulled his eyes away from the alluring undergarments to Rob. He stood next to the couch with a steaming cup of coffee in his hands.

  “Oh, sorry,” Alex said, setting the thong back onto the couch. “Are those yours?”

  “What?! No, of course not.” Rob reached down and grabbed them off of the couch, holding them behind his back. “They’re, uh, Autumn’s. She’s my friend.”

  Alex opened his mouth to speak, but Rob was already gone. He ran off to his bedroom, mumbling something about going through people’s belongings.

  You know, Rob is like, really cute.

  So? What does that have to do with—

  I wonder how big is dick is—his long, hard, tasty cock.

  Alex squirmed. His knees rubbed together and he bit his lip as his body warmed. The hair on the back of his neck stiffened, and as he shifted in his seat, his dress brushed against his rock hard nipples. The sensation was wonderful and brought a soft, quiet moan to his cotton candy lips.

  He squeezed his thighs together as the thoughts invaded his mind.

  Oh, yes. Don’t you want to just wrap your lips around his throbbing dick and swallow him whole? To pump him dry and taste his hot cum?

  Oh god, yes!

  That's right, Alex. Give in to your desires and become the bimbo you’ve always wanted to be.

  “Are you okay?”

  Alex opened his eyes to see Rob hovering in front of him. He looked away from his host and his eyes trailed downward until they reached his pants. Alex bit his lip when he noticed the faint bulge in Rob’s trousers.

  That’s it. You like, totally want him. Say it.

  No… I can’t…

  You’re a bimbo now, Alex. Admit it.

  No… I’m a guy.

  Not for much longer. It’s only a matter of time before you’re mine.

  Alex blinked and he stared up at Rob. “Sorry, I’m… a little distracted.” His eyes went back to Rob’s cock.

  Why can’t I take my eyes off of it?

  “Not to mention like, super horny.” Alex’s jaw dropped when he heard the words he’d just spoken. “Look, I’m sorry. That just sorta… came out.”

  That’s not the only thing coming out!

  Alex stood up, but he tripped on his heels and fell forward onto Rob. They spun around and landed on the couch with Alex on top. His body pressed into Rob’s, and moments later, Alex felt something poking into his leg.

  Rob turned bright red and Alex’s skin changed hues to match his. Alex scrambled to get off of Rob, but he slipped once more and his face landed next to Rob’s cock. It poked up through his jeans and Alex’s mouth started to water.

  Go on, you know you want to. Just wrap your lips around it and like, go to town. He won’t mind.

  But…

  No buts. You’re a bimbo. Act like one!

  Alex grew lightheaded. He closed his eyes and groaned as his body warmed. He twitched and liquid lust oozed out of his cunt into his panties. It grew harder and harder to think with each passing moment, and no matter how hard he tried, the only thing Alex could think about, and focus on, was Rob’s cock.

  Alex opened his eyes and giggled. “How about I take care of that for you?” His slender fingers undid Rob’s belt with precision, and his cock sprang free of its denim prison once he unzipped his jeans.

  Good girl. Now, lick those lips of yours and suck.

  Rob showed no signs of protest as Alex wrapped his hot pink lips around his dick and bobbed up and down. He licked, kissed, and stroked the rigid shaft.

  Faster. Deeper.

  Alex looked up at Rob with his crystal blue eyes as he slid all the way down to the base.

  “Oh, god!” Rob whined. “I’m going to cum!”

  Swallow it all. Don’t waste a drop.

  Alex closed his eyes as Rob tensed up, and moments later, ribbons of white hot cum shot out of Rob’s cock into Alex’s mouth and throat. He swallowed it all, savoring the taste of a man’s cum.

  Alex licked Rob’s cock clean as it turned flaccid. He straightened up and licked what remained off his fingers. His body calmed down and his head cleared up.

  Oh, god. What happened?

  You embraced your inner bimbo. It was wonderful, wasn’t it?

  Alex shook his head and rubbed his face.

  “Hey, uh, Abby?” Rob asked breathlessly. “I never asked why you wanted to see Autumn.”

  “Oh, it’s… well… Nah, you won’t believe me.” He looked out the window. The sky had turned orange and the sun was midway through its descent.

  “Try me.” Rob said as he smiled.

  “Something happened to me.
I saw Autumn leave a strip club and she scratched me. The following night—last night—I turned into this.”

  Rob froze and Alex watched the color drain from his face. “Oh… oh, fuck. I knew you looked familiar.” He got up off of the couch and paced back and forth.

  “What are you talking about? Where’s Autumn?”

  “I’m Autumn,” Rob said. “I was the one who turned you. I’m so sorry.”

  “What?!” Alex balled his hands into fists as he stood up and marched up to Rob. “What the fuck did you do to me?!”

  “You can’t fix it. You’re cursed, just like me. I didn’t mean to turn you. It was an accident!”

  Alex grabbed Rob’s shirt and pulled him toward him. With his heels on, he towered over him. “Then why am I still like this and you’re a guy?”

  “The first time you turn, you stay that way for the weekend. After that, it’s only the one night. Have you had sex yet?”

  “What?! No!” Alex spat.

  “You have to. You’ll stay a bimbo until you have sex. And if you don’t have sex by midnight tonight… you’ll stay a bimbo permanently.”

  It’s not as bad as it sounds.

  Alex sighed and released his grip on Rob.

  “Before you ask, you can’t have sex with me. That won’t work.” Rob watched Alex turn and leave. “Where are you going?”

  “To get a drink.”

  “Thanks for the blowjob!” Rob shouted as Alex slammed the apartment door. He pushed the elevator button and the doors closed.

  What, no sly remark?

  Alex frowned. It was bad enough that he had to have sex with a man, but the fact that the bubbly voice in his head had vanished scared him. She was taunting him, teasing him. She had egged him on until he’d finally caved and sucked a man’s cock. Now that the deed was gone, she was silent.

  Her absence probably had something to do with the revelation that if he didn’t have sex before midnight, he would be stuck like this.

  The elevator beeped and he straightened up as he stepped back out into the lobby. The two businessmen were gone, replaced by a young girl texting. Alex clenched his purse as he exited the apartment building. He looked both ways down the street, trying to remember which way he came.

  He vaguely remembered seeing a bar not too far from the apartment, and after a quick back and forth, he headed off toward his right. Fifteen minutes later, he stood in front of a bar.

  It was still early in the evening when he arrived, and he had several hours to find someone to have sex with. Even so, the bar was full. Alex would have no problem finding a stranger to sleep with.

  He sat down at the bar and ordered a drink, hoping the alcohol would grease the wheels and make it easier for him to just let go.

  It worked.

  Three drinks later, he was feeling no pain. He giggled as he stepped down from the stool, laughing as he fumbled around.

  “Whoopsie!” Alex said as he turned around and bumped into a guy.

  “Sorry about that,” the man replied.

  “Oh my, you are like, really strong,” Alex said as he kept his hands on the man’s chest. The stranger was over six feet tall with wide shoulders and strong arms. He was clean-shaven, his jaw square and his eyes nestled deep in his brow.

  He smirked. “You with someone?”

  “I am now,” Alex giggled.

  The man reached down and squeezed Alex’s butt. “How about we get out of here?”

  I’ll take it from here, Alex.

  Alex wrapped his arms around the man’s bulging biceps as he led him out of the bar. He wobbled as he walked. The alcohol had hit him much harder than he anticipated. He bit his lip, staying quiet as the man led him to his car. They climbed in and drove off until they found a quiet spot in the park.

  They climbed into the spacious back seat, and moments later, the car started rocking. The windows fogged up instantly from the two lovers. Alex watched from inside his own head as Abby went to town on the hulking man on top of him.

  He felt everything: the playful squeezes of his breasts; the hot breath of his lover on his neck; his strong hands on his fair skin. The man’s cock was bigger than Alex had thought, but in spite of its size, he took it effortlessly. The walls of his cunt pulled the throbbing shaft in further and he rocked his hips to match the man’s thrusts.

  Alex’s body glistened with a thin layer of sweat and glowed from the lust building within him. He felt every bead of perspiration that flowed down the curves of the body, and his honey-sweet cries filled his ears.

  This… this is amazing!

  The pressure was building rapidly inside of him. Alex knew it was only a matter of time before he finally orgasmed, and from the looks of it, the man fucking him was just as close.

  Right on cue, the man tensed up and buried his prick as far into Alex as he could, groaning as he filled Alex with his cum. The sensation pushed Alex over the edge, filling his vision with colors and stars as he moaned in pure erotic bliss.

  That’a girl. You did well, Alex. Maybe next time you’ll let me stay for longer.

  Alex stared up at the ceiling of the car, his body exhausted as he gasped for air. The high continued as the man pulled out of him and climbed out of the car.

  The cool night air brought Alex back to Earth and he sat up. The man helped him out of the car and they wordlessly parted. He handed Alex his card before climbing back into his car and driving off.

  Alex sighed as he stared up into the night sky. The intense sex had burned off all the alcohol in his system, and for the first time since he transformed, he had a clear mind.

  Thank you, Abby.

  You’re welcome. Enjoy the body, and I’ll see you again next full moon.

  Thirty days later, a blonde woman walks down the hard dirt path illuminated by the yellow glow of the park lamps. Her long blonde hair floats in the gentle breeze and her hips swing back and forth as she glides in her platform heels.

  She tosses her hair back and winks at a passerby. The young man tugs at his collar and looks around before changing direction and following the beautiful blonde toward the public restrooms. He follows her into the men’s room and reappears minutes later, tightening his belt and grinning smugly.

  The woman follows him out and whispers into his ear before gliding her long pink nails across his forearm. He stares dumbly at her as she walks away, waving and winking one last time before disappearing into the darkness.

  The man grimaces and his smile vanishes as he looks down on his arm and notices a scratch.

  MY SUCCUBUS EX-GIRLFRIEND

  Mike stood in front of the mini bar in the mostly dark living room. He wore nothing but his boxers as he helped himself to a glass of whiskey. It was his alcohol, after all. His hard-earned money had paid for it, so why not drink it?

  He took a long sip and stared straight ahead at the other bottles stacked up neatly nearby. Then he refilled the glass as the sound of a woman sobbing filled his ears.

  Mike frowned before taking another gulp. He was afraid this would happen, and from the sounds of it, his bullshit lie didn’t convince the woman on the bed.

  They had been dating for close to a year. Their anniversary was in just two weeks. Mike had come home with a big bonus check and a promotion, and he was going to surprise his girlfriend with the diamond earrings she had wanted for the past two months when he got back from his business trip.

  His girlfriend was a beautiful woman. She had long amber-brown hair that reminded Mike of the color of leaves in the fall. She had brown eyes and soft, pouty lips with a killer body; curvy with great breasts, flat tummy, and a nice round ass. She was a kind woman who loved to laugh and cook, but despite her innocent appearance, she could make a man melt.

  Mike loved that about her. She skillfully wielded her body and knew exactly how to tease him. He had called her right after he got the promotion and the bonus, and when he came home, his heart started to pound.

  The smell of food filled his nostrils and his mouth
watered. He had walked toward the kitchen in a zombie-like lurch and his jaw dropped when he’d laid eyes on her.

  She had her hair up in a bun and wore a short cherry-red dress. She winked at him as she walked past and his eyes followed the curves of her body down to her long slender legs. He bit onto his fist when he spotted the seams of her stockings and the matching platform heels that she effortlessly strolled around in.

  As delicious as the home-cooked meal smelled and looked, Mike wanted nothing more than to unwrap the woman in red and see what she had on underneath. The meal was as good as it looked, and after several glasses of wine Mike was ready for his dessert.

  He followed her into the bedroom and grinned as she turned her back to him and slowly unzipped her dress. He slid the straps down off of her shoulders and kissed her neck as he helped her shimmy out of it.

  Mike groaned. It was a low, deep sound of utter satisfaction and approval. He had guessed right. Underneath the dress his girlfriend wore red lace lingerie: a bra, panties, and garter belt combo in addition to the stockings. Her gold necklace shone brightly in the lights of the bedroom and he brushed his thumb across her ruby lips.

  She undid her bun and let her hair cascade down her shoulders before kissing him. Her fingernails coated with matching red polish undid the buttons of his shirt and loosened his tie. Her lips moved south, and he grunted with approval as she knelt down in front of him and freed his engorged cock from his black pants.

  Sex followed the amazing blowjob she gave him, and it was then that everything came crashing down.

  Mike was on top of her, thrusting his long, thick cock deep into her pussy. Her breasts, freed from the bra, bounced as the bed rocked from their movements and her moans kept his fire burning hot. Mike stroked her creamy thighs as he edged closer and closer to erotic bliss.

  “Oh, Kristy!”

  The color from Mike’s face vanished. He looked down at his girlfriend and hoped she was too swept up in the moment to hear what he’d said. She stared at him with a fire in her eyes and scooted out from underneath him.

  She’d heard what he said.

  Kristy wasn’t the name of Mike’s girlfriend. Her name was Ashley.

  Kristy was the name of the busty blonde that Mike had fucked two weeks ago in a hotel room after meeting her just hours earlier at a strip club and later at a bar after her shift.