A night with Antonio

“I almost thought you’d forgotten about me.”

Antonio laughed quietly as I came in, lying on Rachel’s bed in his boxers.

“Mhmm, I don’t think so…”

I set the water to the side table before I dived onto the bed, bouncing on top of Antonio as he laughed in surprise.

“… after all, you’re my snack for tonight.”

He gave a surprised yelp as I bit his neck affectionately, his hands finding their way to my waist. Hearing his laugh, the vibrations as I lay on top of him, so much intimacy, it made me feel so comfortable and happy. Feeling confident enough to be playful like this with basically a stranger was such a crazy rush, relaxing, going with the flow and taking what I wanted all at once.

I’d never be able to act like this just as Alex… I don’t know if it’s just Rachel’s adventurous personality, or being in her body is just that big of a confidence boost, but… it really feels like I’m just plain better as her than I ever was as myself.

I looked up, eyes meeting Antonio’s, even as my hand reached down to feel his rock-hard cock. It was such a weird, thrilling ego boost knowing that I was the reason he was so full of desire, I was the hot girl he couldn’t resist, giving him such obvious physical pleasure.

“Maybe… maybe I’ll give you a little present actually. For waiting so patiently while I was downstairs.”

He raised an eyebrow, wondering just what exactly I could be offering, and his moment of hesitation just gave me the opportunity to lean in close to his ear and say:

“For being such a good boy for me.”

Goosebumps sprung up all over his neck and body at those words, a certain stunned, pleasured expression on his face. He started mumbling, trying to find the words, and I just put my finger to his lips.

“Shhhh… just let me make you feel good.”

I slunk down his torso, feeling the muscles, the outline of his abs, before I pulled his boxers off. His cock, freed from its cotton prison, sprung to attention and nearly hit my face. I just giggled, holding it to my cheek, so hot and hard. A part of me that’d been growing more and more distant and quiet with each moment spent as a skinwalker worried about whether or not this was gay, or why I was enjoying this so much.

The rest knew how I couldn’t resist it. Playing the role of the sultry, seductive goth girl was making me feel every inch the vampire seductress, and I couldn’t get enough of it. My fingers wrapped their way around the shaft, drawing back Antonio’s foreskin, applying light pressure through just the fingertips around the head. Seeing the sight of that pale, slender hand, so feminine, each finger topped with long, dark nails, was more than enough to get me wet.

I pulled back his foreskin more beginning to work the shaft, hearing him suck air through his teeth.

“R-Rachel… oh my God, you’re really good at this…”

I stifled a giggle. Poor, silly Antonio. Of course I was good at this, I had a thousand times more experience than any normal girl when it came to this sort of thing.

I wonder how he’d feel if he knew that underneath the skin of the hot goth babe he was so attracted to, was really another guy?

The teasing deception of it all, knowing my disguise was so flawless, my real body so fully melded within the hot, wet darkness inside Rachel’s skin, it made me feel so cheeky and sly. I couldn’t help but love it. I leaned up on my knees, letting my free hand push my hair back, as a long strand of spit dripped from my mouth onto his dick.

I could feel the vibration as he shivered, the wet saliva decorating his length providing an interesting little tactile sensation, before I leaned down closer to it. It was so strange, before all this I’d never really thought about taking a cock in my mouth. I couldn’t tell entirely if it was all the female hormones, the estrogen pumping around my system, or even just repressed desires freely rising to the surface now I was all woman, but it honestly looked tasty now.

I opened my lips and took in his length, feeling him squirm as the sound of his gasp echoed in the space between us. It tasted so musky, so human, so filling, as my lips left traces of black lipstick down him. I was grateful for Rachel’s experience, her looted memories of sex with guys and giving all sorts of pleasure, as I almost effortlessly began to service him.

My tongue teased all over his meat, lips tightly forcing their soft, wet surface down him as I gave him deep pleasure. My ego just got bigger and bigger, feeling him squirm, hearing him moan, so powerless before me. Just as pleasure rendered him a mess, it made me feel so confident, so strong, so sensual.

“R-Rachel, I don’t think I can hold it-”

I pulled myself off him, a smirk teasing its way over my pretty features as I took in the sight of black kiss marks all over his most intimate place. I’d really marked him as belonging to me, and seeing it and the helpless, pleading eyes he made at me just pounded home that even if he never saw me again, he’d never forget this night.

“Ah, ah, ahhh~! You don’t get to cum just yet. Not until I say so...”

For a moment I stopped, looking down at the rock-hard expanse of his penis. I could feel a twitching inside me, my inner walls so hungry to be pushed apart and filled, a longing that made me weak in the knees. The responsible thing would be to use a condom. I’d just met Antonio, so, I mean…

But then again… Rachel had practically begged to be worn, begged to be used. I knew this was her fetish, knew she was on contraception anyway. Wouldn’t it be so much more taboo, so much more slutty, so much more an imposition on her stolen skin, to have raw sex instead?

I can’t resist.

I grabbed his length and lined it up, shuffling forward on my knees as I held it to my entrance. I was already gasping at just the slightest pressure at my slit, his cock pressing it, already so wet with precum and my own spit. I sat down fully on him and impaled myself, screaming a little. My eyes almost watered as I felt the pressure, moaning unashamedly in such a girly voice.

I wasn’t sure I’d ever get over how amazing getting penetrated as a girl felt. In amongst the scramble of thoughts and dopamine and barely coherent emotion, fleeting gratitude passed for just a moment as I thought how insanely good it felt having a pussy, and how grateful I was to these powers for letting me experience it.

Antonio took advantage of the moment, strong hands finding their way to my waist as he thrust up into me from below.

“I’m not going to let you be the only one to give me pleasure.”

He sounded so strong as he said it, the flow of power reversing for a moment as he fucked me. I flashed eyes of passion back and let my fingers intertwine with his, letting the muscles in my thighs carry me as I worked myself up and down his length too.

So much serotonin was bursting around my brain, the air in my lungs feeling so perfect as down below I was pushed apart. The sound of sex filled the air as sweat built a little on our bodies, gratitude for my waterproof make-up momentarily coming to me as I knew I’d still look hot even now. Suddenly, Antonio almost threw himself to the side, taking me with him until I landed with my back to the mattress and him on top in missionary.

“I had to have some initiative sometime… I want a girl as beautiful as you to remember me.”

Hearing him call me a beautiful girl, the feeling of his girthy cock spearing into me, the bursting pleasure from everything we were doing, it almost got to be too much. I pulled him close and dug in my nails, leaving claw marks down his back as I came hard.

F-fuck!!

I screamed out, feeling the spasm inside me as my walls clamped down and milked him, all semblance of control going out the window as he cream-pied me. Our moans made a chorus as our climaxes mixed and mingled, going slack together for a moment as the weight of his body pressed me into the mattress.

This… this might have been the best night of my life…