Trish strikes back

If there's a thing that you've learned about yourself, it's this.

You're hot.

And not your run-of-the-mill, generic kind of hot, like some top model strutting down the runway, flaunting their hips and flashing their pearly white smiles to the audience; or the type of hot that morphs under the right light, during the perfect moments, with the right thoughts in their heads, managing to outshine all the other girls at prom and surprisingly snagging the crown; or either platonically hot, like a gypsy or a geek or similar who, once you truly get to know them, appears as the most captivating person on Earth.

No, it's simpler than that. You're undeniably, irresistibly, hot.

That kind of hotness that you could compel a guy to have just a photo of yourself, clothed in everyday attire, to masturbate on for the rest of his life, forbidding him to use the internet, porn movies, or any other images or video; just that photo, and he could be satisfied until his last day on earth.

This is what crosses your mind as you stand there, clad only in lingerie, your long curly hair cascading in two waves over your chest and the rest draping down your back. With your carefully manicured fingers, you gently caress your ample breasts, embraced by a delicate light blue bra.

Yes. You're hot. So hot that you'd bang yourself if you could. And, since you could, you already did: in the past week, you lost count of how many times you morphed a duplicate of yourself and let your two bodies entwine; it's a pity you couldn't give yourself male anatomy, but a double-sided dildo did the job just as well.

-Mmm... Trish Martinez... Trish... Martinez...- You delight in the sound of your own sultry voice uttering your name, while your hands glide over the curves of your chest. Indeed, Trish Martinez is one sexy bitch; and now that she's you, you are one too. You're... this.

Trish Consuelo Martinez is such an interesting specimen to be in. A sharp and skilled lawyer, astute enough that her remarkable appearance wasn't necessary to achieve the social standing she enjoyed when you took over her life; but clever enough to utilize it all the same. You recall one time that you successfully framed up some guy for ****, and yet as the judge, after your final harangue that you spelled out with all your passion and commitment (the judge was a woman), as she read the sentence that would confine him for the rest of his days, he couldn't help but stare at you in sheer astonishment – perhaps the last woman he would see for a long while, but what a woman!

The clock on the wall ticks. The clock on the wall ticks, signaling that it's almost time for your appointment. You slip back into your attire: sleek black heels, a short pencil skirt adorned with zippers, a snug cobalt tank top boasting a deep square neckline, and finally, a black jacket matching the skirt, fastened by a single brave button just beneath your bosom.

You regard yourself once more.

Mmm, yes. So alluring and professional. It's incredible to think that just seven days ago, you were an average 19-year-old guy, with a few quick flings under your belt, but mainly just a nobody. Now, you've transformed into this woman – an accomplished 42-year-old MILF who everyone desires, yet only she chooses who gets to be the lucky one. Plus, you have a son over whom you wield complete control, a dutiful servant who will fulfill your every requirement. Not that Trish would call him a servant, or that she wouldn't have laid down her life for him; hell, you'd probably do the same. But she would sacrifice him in favor of the image she had of him. After all, she was the manipulative type, an ambitious control freak. A cougar in every sense.

You're that cougar, and nobody would ever suspect otherwise; well, apart from this crazy girl that has suddenly appeared, Charity, and the rest of your 'sisters'. But for the rest of the entire world, Tom Harris remains the same old Tom Harris, and Trish Martinez is still the woman she always was. Yet, it's your consciousness behind her eyes, guiding her movements, indulging in her curves, feeling her sensations. Living her high-end life. That's why, even though you still love Mom, Kim, and Tina, even though your heart still longs for their bodies, you knew instantly that you would never leave Trish's body.

But it fills you with a sense of satisfaction, knowing that you're now utilizing Trish's cunning wit to its fullest extent, especially considering the lingering guilt you feel for your unwitting responsibility in Heather's ****. As the doorbell rings, you take a deep breath, reaffirming your commitment to embodying the best version of Trish.

-Come in!- You invite seductively, clearing your throat beforehand. The door swings open, and heavy, purposeful footsteps echo toward you. Soon, a stern-faced man in his fifties, clad in a black racing suit, steps into your domain. This unexpected guest is none other than Bill Davies, the esteemed District Attorney of the city. Well, 'esteemed' until proven otherwise, a label you've skillfully helped him maintain after the scandal of two years ago.

In essence, the police were investigating a **** ring in the suburbs. An anonymous tip had led them to a man's house. However, the police needed a search warrant, and that's where our D.A. came into play, envisioning a significant career move by busting the dealers. The problem arose when, upon the police's abrupt entry, the homeowner mistook it for a home invasion and started firing. Amidst the ensuing chaos, his young son was accidentally shot. Fortunately, the injury was minor, and no fatalities occurred. However, when it emerged that the homeowner had no connection to any **** activity, that's when the real trouble began for the man who had sanctioned the baseless search. And that was precisely when renowned lawyer Trish Martinez took on one of her most lucrative cases in recent years.

-Hello, dear. I hope my impromptu invitation hasn't inconvenienced you.- You purr, relishing the unease in his eyes that he struggles to conceal.

-No, no, I wasn't doing anything...- He stammers, clearly ill at ease. After all, a call from his lawyer, turned pseudo-blackmailer, rarely bodes well for someone in his position.

-Oh, but it seems I interrupted your run. Please, make yourself comfortable. Can I offer you a glass of water?- You play the dutiful host, but he hastily declines, claiming he's not thirsty. Well, you intend to change that.

-Why am I here, Trish?- He goes straight to the point after some hesitation. You feign a hurt expression – can't a woman simply desire to catch up with a dear friend and check on their well-being?

-Is this about the divorce? Do I, has something changed or...-.

-No, no, don't fret about that Bill.- You say, sauntering over to him, placing your hand gently on his shoulder: -I've got everything under control. Your soon-to-be ex-wife won't receive a single penny from you; I've already made sure of that. But really, you seem incredibly tense. Why don't you sit down and take a breath?-.

His mood doesn't improve upon the confirmation that this isn't an official meeting. He remains as stiff as a tree. Your hand descends on his arm, brushing it sensually.

-Bill, relax. You know I'm on your side. I'm genuinely sorry about your wife leaving you, have I ever mentioned that? I understand that divorce can be challenging... and maybe I could help you relieve some stress...-.

He widens his eyes, your caresses becoming increasingly captivating. Surely you don't mean that, do you?

-T-Trish, I... w-what do you want from me?-.

Surprised, and rather unpleasantly so, that his mind is still working enough to be suspicious, you draw closer to him, your ample chest lightly grazing his sweaty tracksuit.

-Well... I urgently need to go through the criminal record of a girl who might cause some unpleasant trouble... and then it occurred to me that my intimate friend Mr. Bill Davies could access any file of that nature... so I thought perhaps two good friends like us could assist each other with their personal needs...- You bring your lips closer to his, already savoring the scent of his heated breath.

But he pulls away, slightly but resolutely.

-Why do you need me?-.

You sigh dramatically: -Because I need to check her juvenile record, and going through all that boring, unpleasant bureaucracy would take too much time. But you could help me bypass some useless steps, right, Billy?-.

Instead of succumbing to your advances, he breaks free from your grip. Wha-Really?

-No, I... I won't help you with this.- He states in a voice that tries to sound firmer than it actually is: -I won't assist you in framing a minor or... or skipping any steps just because it's convenient. I've already seen how this ends, and I won't make the same mistake twice.-.

This guy... you, Trish, had seriously underestimated his guilt. And even though it's currently an inconvenience for your plans, you display no anger or annoyance. Instead, you emit a luscious gasp.

-My dear, I'm truly moved by your integrity! I can't fathom how any woman could leave a man like you. You never get what you deserve, do you, my poor Bill? Let me... fix this for you...- You seize his arms, this time with ****, and press him against the wall. Before he can react, you lock your lips with his, pressing your alluring body against his.

He responds to the kiss, ardently, hungrily... but then he pushes you back, shaking his head vigorously.

-This is a mistake. I have to go now.- However, your bewildered expression transforms into a sly smile as the doorbell rings once again. Bill is taken aback and hesitates long enough for your second guest to enter, as you've already informed them that the door is open.

-Hola Trish!-.

-Esmeralda! Just in time. Please, let me introduce you to my dear friend, Bill Davies.- The aforementioned Dilf is too stunned to sneak away, and passively shakes hands with your 'friend'.

-Encantada de conocerte.-.

-Uh, yes, n-nice to meet you, Miss...-.

-Garcia. Esmeralda Garcia.-.

Both yours and Esmeralda's smiles widen as you notice Bill's eyes lingering on her curves. Her tight-fitting T-shirt and mini-shorts leave just enough to the imagination, and in Bill's case, that imagination is certainly running wild.

-Esmeralda here is a Spanish teacher in middle school; and Mr. Davies here is none other than the District Attorney of our city. We were just discussing some boring legal matters.-.

A look of realization seemingly appears on Esmeralda's face, followed by an excited enlightenment: -Oh! Then it's really a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Davies! Tu tabrajo es muy important for the safety of all us citizens!-.

-No, no, I just... I just do my duty. And please, call me Bill.- He smiles, his guard lowering before Esmeralda's large... ahem, eyes.

-Well, Bill, I'm really glad that a man like you is protecting us! Estoy segura de que tu familia está muy orgullosa!-.

The man blinks a couple of times, a vacant expression on his face: -My... my family? No, I... actually, I'm getting a divorce...-.

-Santa Madre de Dios!- Esmeralda theatrically places a hand on her heart, and you have to suppress your scoff since she's truly acting like a Bollywood actress: -I'm so sorry! Your wife must be crazy to leave you, Señor Davies!-.

Bill stupidly nods, then he must have realized that Esmeralda is much closer to him than needed for a normal conversation, and takes a defensive step back: -It's not like this... b-besides, you just met me, you don't know me at all...-.

Esmeralda's lips corners curve in a devious grin, and she grabs him tightly by his arm, much like you did before. And, once again, he freezes on the spot.

-Actually, Señor Davies, as soon I saw you one minute ago, I felt a strong connection between us... I'd like to know you more... intimately...-.

Bill's eyes are popping out of his orbits, and you corner him, putting your hands on his lower back, where the spinal curve is more sensitive: -Come on, Bill. This charming lady is offering you the opportunity to get acquainted, you wouldn't want to put us both in an awkward position by declining her courtesy! You see, Esmeralda has just come out of a relationship herself, and she's feeling really, really lonely...-.

-Oh, yes, Bill, I'm so lonely lately...-.

In perfect synchrony, you double-team him with kisses on his neck, so that even if he tries to shield himself from one, he exposes himself to the other. However, this precaution isn't necessary. His sense of justice may have held against each of you separately, but having two Milfs sticking to him like this proves to be too much.

Esmeralda loosens her neckline, revealing a red lacy bra with black floral adornments that simply match perfectly with your complementary white ones. Huh, it's as if you had planned this from the beginning. He doesn't object when you start to undress him too - the tracksuit, the shirt, the trousers, and finally, as you kneel down, the boxers, revealing...

Oh my.

You and your accomplice exchange a knowing glance. His wife must be more foolish than you already thought.

-Oh, Señor Bill, I knew that I'd found a real man who can take care of me!- Esmeralda exclaims, gripping the base of his erected shaft, unable to close her fingers around it.

-Though it seems to me that we first need to take care of him.- You add, testing his swollen testicles with your palm.

-Trish, if we're doing this...- He starts, but you cut him off by pushing him to sit on the sofa.

-Mmm, of course we're doing this, Bill. Now relax and enjoy the journey.- You get rid of your jacket and crawl on your knees, placing yourself at his side. Esmeralda does the same on the other flank. Now the three of you look like some weird giant butterfly with multicolored wings and a quite hard proboscis.

-That's quite remarkable what you got here.- You comment with a sly grin, which Esmeralda mirrors with a playful lick of her lips.

-Ladies, please...- Bill pleads with an anxious look, urging you to take the lead, or rather, matters into your own hands, or mouth, as it were.

-May I?- You ask Esmeralda who consents with a mischievous giggle. Before Bill's astonished eyes, you take the initiative to officially move things forward.

As your head moves up and down his manhood, you can't help but think: "Yes, Bill, this isn't a joke. You see? You're really about to have sex with two enticing women like us."

You release his now saliva-coated dick, allowing Esmeralda to get a taste of what awaits her, and you decide to tease him a bit more.

-Are you enjoying this, Bill? Do you like the idea of your attractive lawyer and her friend attending to your sexual needs?-.

His face flushes crimson, and his breath becomes erratic, raising concerns that he might climax prematurely. Well, perhaps a bit of foreplay will help maintain his excitement.

-Esmeralda, our friend here still seems somewhat hesitant about our intentions. Why don't we demonstrate to him what he's intending to refuse?- Mrs. Garcia smirks in abutment, rising from the couch to discard her now superfluous attire, revealing her light sun-kissed, voluptuous body that appears ready to free itself from its snug lingerie.

An impression that she's more than prone to feed, as her hands shift from her bra, to her panties, to her bra again, stretching their slings as if she's about to take them off. She truly knows how to keep a man on the edge, doesn't she?

Beaming at Bill's visual amazement, you do the same and you join her at her side, exchanging caresses and moaning breathes to his growing pleasure. You wonder how his manly mind is picturing the two of you right now. Perhaps, he sees a pure angel in light blue garments flirting with a naughty devil in red.

Or, who knows, perhaps you're enough similar to each other that he's seeing you as a pair of sisters. Ah, yes, males are so attracted by the tabu of the ****. You definitely know it.

-Mmm... you know, you have beautiful... tits...- You chant, your hands reveling in their softness and warmth, exploring every curve with an appreciative touch.

-Gracias, Trish. Ohh...- Her moan coming by you lowering her bra and starting to suck at her nipple, while your fingers cup, supporting them, her breasts. Your own breasts hang freely, catching the air of the room, sending shivers through your sensitive glands.

After the taste of a man's cock, a woman's nipples are a rather delightful contrast. What a lucky girl you are not to have to choose between them!

Meanwhile, Bill is entranced by the sight, caught in the fiery glances you share with him. Perhaps he's ready now... but you're not done savoring the moment with your companion. You cling to each other once again, you hand on her teat, hers on your waist, as you press your bosoms together, nipple against nipple, in a wonderful sensation of thrill.

Being a woman is truly a blessing.

-What do you say, Trish? Is it enough for now?- She whispers in her exotic-accented voice. An amused smile plants on your lips. The two of you finally break away from your sensual interlude, returning to Bill with playful abandon. You leap onto his legs, your mischievous face hovering just centimeters from his, your curly hair grazing the side of his chin. Now, gone are your lingeries as well, and you're clad only in your heels, since, well, boys are boys. However, instead of conceding him the glee he's yearning for, the urge to humiliate him even further proves to be too much.

-It occurs to me- You blow on his lips: -that you haven't given us your official consent yet. How unfortunate would it be if this is cataloged as sexual ****; wouldn't it? Perhaps we should stop now... unless you say you want to go further...-.

Esmeralda lays next to you, her hands already at work to align his member with your womanhood. It would take to you just to lower down, a simple, natural, surrender to the gravity. He knows it, and that's why he hasn't got a real choice anymore.

His hesitant 'Yes' is all you need to hear. You lift up the corner of your lip.

-Perfect.-.

You spread your asscheeks and begin to lower yourself onto his throbbing cock. The sensation of being impaled by his length makes your eyes squint, and your cries of pleasure fill the room.

-Ohhh!!!! Ohh yes Bill yessss!!!- You scream, your movements becoming more frantic as you ride him. Much to your pleasure, Bill's hands, along with Esmeralda's, join in to encourage your motions, while you're delighted by your Latina friend's moans blowing in your ears, driving you to new heights of ecstasy.

-That's it, give it to me, give it to me babe!!! Mmm, ahh, your wife is such an idiot to let you go!!! Right, Bill? Isn't she an idiot?-.

-Yes, yes!- He rants. Perfect, he's completely at your bay. Amidst the passionate frenzy, you turn to Esmeralda and share a passionate kiss, this time not a strategic move to enthrall Bill further, but it's merely because you want to. Because she's a hot milf, and you're a hot milf, and you want to kiss her while you're fucking this guy who you met actually only minutes ago. Because you fucking can. And she tastes awesome.