Heist 5: The Heist

I took a deep breath to calm my nerves, the bravado from last night all but forgotten, replaced with an impressive amount of worries, nitpicks and doom-saying. I re-checked my outfit one last time. I was wearing standard going-out clothes for a guy my age, jeans and a button-up top, I shifted my legs uncomfortably, missing the familiar feel of skirt fabric on my legs. Unfortunately I needed to be unremarkable today so it would have to do.

I could not feel like a sad excuse of a heister, walking to my target, but driving a car was impossible in this section of the city, and I had no car anyways. I braved a club briefly, so certain in my anxious mind that the bouncer saw into my whole plan for the night when he asked for ID, only belatedly realising that the lack of any body-hair and clear skin probably dropped my perceived age a year or two.

I felt a lot better about my plan after two drinks, liquid courage did that. In short order I had left the club and slipped from the night life are into the quieter old parts of town walking as if I belonged, because in a few hours I would. The thought put a more convincing skip in my steps.

The realtor sign was not as garish this time of the night, dulled by lack of light.

I slipped my hand into my pocket and drew my wand, masking tapping it against the door by motioning as though I had keys. Simply imposing the alternate possibility, that the door had been left unlocked. It opened easily as I turned the handle, I smirked as I closed it behind me.

Navigating in near pitch-dark left me with a few bruises but I stumbled into the basement eventually, clicking on the light where nobody outside could see.

I checked the time on my phone, 11pm, not bad.

I grabbed the piece of chalk from my pocket as well as the paper torn from my book and began drawing.

I was barely awake by the time i finished my drawing, it took up almost all of the space in the basements, some sections creeping up the walls a small amount. Taking some time to triple-check that I had drawn it all correct.

Satisfied I took my shirt and jeans off, placing them below my head and lying my nearly-naked body on the concrete, shivering at the cold. I closed my eyes and pictured as hard as I could the idea of the house belonging to me.

I touched my wand to my floor.

"Oh god! There, right there, that feels..." i could only oblige, that face, the desire almost as pleasurable as the walls squeezing at my dick.

I could only grunt now, the mirrored slapping of thigh on cheek and belly on back all that was left, my ass filled in a most wondrous way.

I held my face closer, looking deep into my eyes, sensation of folds rubbing against each other reflected back to me, I kissed with **** abandon.

Bucking into my hand I redoubled my pumping, the image on the screen taunting, I was sure I was about to cum, I was stuck there, madly masturbating, gaze unmoving.

This was the first time in a while that my dildo did not feel like enough, I continued thrusting it inside at double speed, giggling in pleasure.

double stings across my cheeks heralded a renewed move on my behind, but now I was filled to an unimaginable need, thrusting backwards, letting master know what I needed, he obliged.

The pile of satisfied bodies stirred, grasping onto each other once again, the magic of the night returned with vigour, we wondered why we had stopped in the first place.

I cant believe dad never told me he had another kid, I shook my head. Horny bastard, not like I ever wanted that house anyways.

I mewled desperately, grabbing my cage, all-too-aware of the plug filling me, suddenly needing something entirely more substantial in that hole. I leapt towards my toybox.

I grabbed the tits of the girl below me as I thrusted, until a switch I was unaware of before flipped, lightning shot through my body and I was finally overtaken by orgasm, condom valiantly catching all the baby batter before it could cause any problems.

I knew honeymoons were meant to be magical but this...this was something else. Deep brown eyes looked into mine, smouldering, I was still trying desperately to catch my breath. small drops of cum leaking around my penis, still inside her heavenly folds. I rubbed Cassandra's hands with my thumb, and my stomach flipped as it hit me fully. This is my wife, my new life, I flushed fully when her hand rose to my face, soft but not delicate fingers brushing a stray hair. She was smiling at me, I chose to believe she was blushing too, it was hard to tell even this close.

Locked together we could do nothing but silently hold each other as the best orgasms of our lives took hold, the occasional spasm only pushing our quims harder together. An eternity later I came back down enough to move, using all of my will to stretch forward and nibble on Gemma's lip in that just so way that- she yipped again - that did that. I pushed back up, rubbing her again. Slowly this time, this was the sort of event hat called for an afterparty.

My back was already somewhat raw, Gemma was an unrepentant scratcher in bed so I was thankful that she just pawed it. It still stung of course but such sacrifices are necessary in love, especially for girlfriends this cute.

She reciprocated, moving down jerkily as I came up, obviously still mid-orgasm somehow, gasping enough for me to bring the kiss inwards.

I was struck by the sudden urge to thrust into her, a thought discordant enough to almost break my lustful haze. silly brain I don't have a penis and the toys are so far right now, Gemma is a lot closer.

"Ollie, please" She accentuated the question by bucking her hips into mine, vaginas coming into contact with the barest of wet sounds.

No, that wasn't right at all, my name is Blake.

I gyrated my hips against her, coming down to resume our kiss.

What a weird thought.

No it wasn't meant to do this, the spell should have returned me to my body, why am I here?

I could feel a new orgasm approcahing, barely a star in the distance, but drawing neearer. Even through the weird intrusive thoughts, why was I thinking of magic at this moment?

No you're-no, just-

I pulled my hand up haltingly, dipping into the very wet nethers of Olive and Gemma.

Into myself and Gemma.

The needful mewls of my girlfriend broke my focus and I resumed with her, rising arousal drawing whatever my hand was doing far far away from me.

I was taking my time now, peppering her with delicate kisses and slow rolls until I felt the gates approaching, I was dimply aware of a flash of light at my side but too focused on her throwing her head back and shrieking in ecstasy.

I sat bolt upright, terror and arousal fighting a viscous battle.

I patted myself down with far more **** than necessary, very painfully assuring myself that I was indeed in the correct body, even as an echo of feeling made me with I wasn't.

I took deep breaths, that was...that was incredibly close, I almost got stuck in that woman's body permanently. For a few moments there, as I worked the spell, I was the city and I had gotten lost, forgetting myself completely.

It was pure luck that I ended up in a body very obviously not mine or I would have possibly been thoroughly screwed.

I laid back down, the exhaustion finally finding me, but along with it came satisfaction.

It worked, it fucking worked.

Even with the semi-minor setback of almost being stuck in another person's mind I had succeeded, this house was mine with none-the wiser to my ploy. Well maybe the lady I'd possessed, hopefully she just thought that that was nothing.

I fell into a very happy sleep, not worried about anybody coming in to throw me out anymore.