A certain drink

"The solution is right here, Janey", he says as he shows me the drink again. I can't stand the urges to cum any longer, snatching the drink from his hand. I then down it. As before, I black out again.

When I slowly feel my consciousness returning, I once more feel the weight of twin orbs of flesh on my chest, swinging as someone ploughs into me. I feel massive amounts of heat on the inside. Whoever is fucking me is hitting the sweet spot with every thrust. Loud moans escape from my lips as they keep thrusting into me. Things are still blurry, but raising my head, I again see the woman from before getting pounded. Me, getting pounded, I guess. I can hear a man grunting behind me.

A new feel of my breasts shows me they are fairly big, and as I soon discover, very sensitive, as brushing just against the fabric of the bed causes me to moan louder.

"You know, this is a pretty good arrangement. Cute little sissy Janey gets the shit fucked out of her in utter bliss, I get to fuck the shit out of a hot woman and we make money off of this", I think I hear him say in between grunts, but it could've been just that.

As the pounding continues, I admit I can see why David called me a sissy. I am moaning non-stop in an utter bliss of pleasure as he fucks, as he said, the shit out of me. The brutal pounding continues, but my mind does not get clearer, as there is a permanent mist in my thoughts, as if I was permanently just awoken.

"Jane, you are a godsend. This is even better than fucking Sera!", swear I hear him shout, and I feel anger momentarily flare before the pleasure of getting fucked drowns it out, and the thought is lost in a sea of bliss, pleasure and moaning.

I become unable to form coherent thoughts as the pleasure begins to overwhelm me. As I said, I’m straight, but the pleasure I’m feeling from getting fucked the shit out of me as a woman is up there in terms of my best sexual experiences ever.

Suddenly, I arch my back as a scream of pleasure leaves my lips. I have the best orgasm of my life as I feel something hot flowing into me as the man behind me grunts. I then black out again.

When I wake up again, I am still in David's living room, the plasma showing the same woman getting pounded repeatedly. David has a smirk on his face.

"So, how did it feel?", he asks in an arrogant voice. I decide to get back at him a bit.

"Why should I tell you? And what the hell was that about fucking my sister?", I ask, remembering what I thought heard.

"I never said that. Must've been dreaming, Janey. But if I did, it would've been one hell of a catch. Not as good as Jane, though", he says, pointing at the video. At this point, loud moans are audible and a look of pure bliss is on "Jane"'s face. It can be said, she is hot. But that thought is really weird considering Jane could very well be me. Is it bad if I say I would definitively fuck my female version? She has a killer body, and sex with her looks to be very good, from David's comments. These thoughts give me a headache.

"Can you shut up about Jane?", I ask, feeling frustrated and hung-over. David keeps his smirk as he nods.

"Sure thing, Janey. Now about profit from our future porn series, it will be 60-40 percent, since most of the time you're blacked out or not aware of what is going on. I thought up the title, "Bimbo gets fucked hard".", he says. I resist the urge to punch him, and agree. I don't want to fight right now, I'm too tired even though I disagree with his plans. I pray this was a onetime thing, and I sure as hell won't let him fuck me again.

"One last thing. You are just so cute when you are reduced to a naked mess of moaning, begging to be fucked like a bitch in heat", he says, probably just to bother and tease me, but I'm too wiped out to care.

After that, I head home, David's words about how much I enjoyed getting fucked as a woman don't leave me. Something primal inside me feels the need to call Heather for some make-up sex. Fucking the shit out of her like David claims he did to me should feel good and maybe help me forget a little.