Eric

Eric was lost in a haze of pure pleasure.

She had Travis pinned beneath her on the couch, the short pink dress bunched uselessly around her waist as she rode him hard and deep. His cock stretched her perfectly, hitting every sensitive spot inside her with every desperate thrust upward. She didn’t even notice herself gaining the Exhibitionist urge while she braced her hands on his chest, red hair wild around her flushed face, moaning shamelessly as she slammed down onto him again and again.

This is everything, she thought, eyes half-lidded in bliss. This is what I was made for.

There was no room in her mind for anything else. Not the game show. Not her old life as a guy. Not even the new compulsions trying to tug at the edges of her awareness. All that mattered was the wet slap of skin on skin, the way Travis’s cock throbbed inside her, and how perfectly her body responded to him.

“Fuck… yes… just like that,” she gasped, grinding her hips in tight circles before lifting almost all the way off and slamming back down. Her full breasts bounced heavily with every motion. She loved the way they felt — heavy, sensitive, perfect for him to stare at. She loved how her tight, dripping pussy gripped him like it was custom-made for his cock.

Because I was. I was literally made to be his perfect woman.

The thought sent a fresh gush of wetness down his shaft. She leaned forward, letting her tits press against his chest as she kissed him sloppily, tongues tangling while she kept riding him with shameless abandon.

Every thrust felt like pure purpose. This — fucking him, pleasing him, draining him — was what she existed for now. She didn’t question it. She didn’t want to. Why would she, when it felt this good?

Travis groaned beneath her, hands gripping her ass hard as he thrust up to meet her. “Eric… I’m so close—”

“Cum in me,” she moaned against his mouth, speeding up. “Fill your perfect girl up. I need it.”

She clenched around him rhythmically, using every trick her hyper-specialized mind knew. The wet, obscene sounds of her soaked pussy taking him raw filled the room. She didn’t care if anyone could hear. She didn’t care about anything except making him explode inside her.

Travis stiffened, groaning loudly as he came hard, pulsing deep in her clenching heat. Eric followed right after, crying out in ecstasy as her orgasm crashed over her in powerful waves. She kept riding him through it, milking every last drop, grinding her clit against him until she was trembling and breathless.

Even after, she didn’t stop moving. She kept slowly rocking on his softening cock, savoring the fullness, already thinking about how soon she could get him hard again so they could keep going.

This is my life now, she thought happily, kissing along his jaw. Being fucked. Being used. Being exactly what he needs.

She didn’t notice the way she had angled her body toward the window, giving anyone outside a clear view of her naked, bouncing tits and the way Travis’s cum was already starting to leak out of her. She didn’t notice the new exhibitionist urge at all.

It simply felt right.