The Next Morning

Brian fell back onto the bed panting for breath, looking completely spent. I couldn't help but smile at how much I had pleased him, before saying, "Now go back to sleep Brian...." as I stood and turned with my legs held tightly together at the thigh, so that he could see my new ass in all its glory but still not see the cock in the front as I walked out of his room and softly shut the door.

When I got back to my room I laid down on the bed, just letting the sensations wash through me as I tasted the remnants of his cum in my mouth. I was amazed by how well my plan had gone and how good it had felt to have another man's cock inside me. With those thoughts I drifted off into my own slumber and not even noticing my body beginning to shift in my drowsy contentment.

When I awoke the next morning, my mind and body were returned to my previous maleness and as my mind replayed what had happened last night I felt a mixture of fear, confusion, disgust, and a little of that hunger from last night wash through me. What had I done? What had I let Brian do to me? And how could I have enjoyed that? How could I have wanted him to do those things to me?

My heart started to race as I remembered how he had looked at me, his eyes filled with desire and lust for my body. It was almost as if he couldn't resist me, as if I had hypnotized him or something. I shook my head at the thought, knowing it was ridiculous, but still wondering why I had craved his touch? Why had I been so willing to let him fuck me?

The answer to these questions became clearer when I looked down at my body and saw the evidence of what we had done last night. My ass was sore and tender, reminding me of how I had used his cock, and my cock was soft but larger now that I wasn't aroused. I realized that I had liked what he had done to me, that I had wanted him to use me, to fill me up and make me feel good. But that didn't mean I should just go along with it, that I should let him do it again.

I had to put a stop to this right away. I knew I had down a good job keeping him from realizing it was me last night, so if I don't bring it up then I should be able to pretend it had never happened. I rolled out of bed and headed to take a shower, to remove the last of the evidence of what had happened. I washed myself off, letting the warm water run over my body, and as I did I couldn't help but picture Brian's hands on me, touching me, cupping my breasts in his palms. I remembered how good it had felt to have him inside me, fucking me, and I could feel my cock growing hard as the memories came back to me.

"No!" I said out loud, shutting off the water and grabbing a towel to dry myself. "This is wrong. I can't let this happen again." I argued with myself, not even wanting to admit that deep down inside I wanted it to happen again. But then I heard that a quiet echo of that voice inside me, chanting softly, telling me that I wanted this, that I was made to be a slut for men.

I got dressed in my usual jeans and t-shirt and left my room to get breakfast and start my day, and there was Brian, sitting at the kitchen table eating his own breakfast. I felt myself blush as memories of last night drifted through my thoughts again until I pushed them down and proceeded to act like none of it had happened.

"Good morning Rob." He said with a smile, "Did you sleep well?"

"Yes, thanks." I told him, not sure how to respond. I went over to the coffee pot and poured myself a cup before taking a seat across from him.

He smiled at me again and asked, "You wouldn't believe the dreams I had last night."

"Yeah? What did you dream about?" I asked casually, trying to sound innocent.

"Oh, just some girl that came into my room and got me worked up until I came in her mouth." He explained, "She was really good too, knew just what to do. She even let me cum in her ass."

"That sounds like fun." I replied, feeling a twinge of jealousy as I imagined him fucking some girl while I watched, "What did she look like?"

"She was beautiful." Brian answered, "Long black hair, smooth pale skin, soft lips, big tits. She was wearing a little white nightgown when I saw her but it was pretty see-through so I could see right through it. Her nipples were hard, and you could see the outlines of her pussy under her panties. It was amazing."

I looked at him for a second, confused by what he was telling me before realizing he had been half asleep, so his mind had probably filled in some details and others were one's he was probably embellishing. But as he continued to sit there, telling me in more and more detail of his 'dream', I could feel that hunger inside me building and I knew that even if this time it was slower, I would make myself into his dream girl again and make this man my own.