Using Evelyn

I stepped onto the busy street, feeling like I was seeing it through new eyes. Before when I’d come down here, it was under a haze of fear, stress and tension; all those awful emotions conflating to make me barely conscious of my surroundings in my mad rush to get into a skin.

Now though, I was feeling entirely comfortable. It was strange really; logically enough, I should have felt more fear, or concern, or anything really. My hand gripped the short skirt that had pulled up towards my ass and pulled it back down, just a little. Living as a guy for my whole life, shouldn’t I feel so exposed, so uncomfortable, standing in the wrong part of town in a tight, slutty dress and thigh high heels?

But I wasn’t uncomfortable. Quite the opposite, in fact. I couldn’t tell whether it was just the chemical rush permeating my whole body, the twisted little incentive from my skinwalker side to get inside a skin and stay there, but I couldn’t help but feel better than I had for weeks. I glanced up and down the road, the sway of the ash blonde hair that stroked my shoulders sparking a strange euphoria in my heart.

I should be cold in this dress, it was October after all. Compared to the strange, supernatural chill that’d been creeping into my bones lately though, it was nothing. Being in a skin was like being surrounded by a warm, ultra cozy blanket after freezing in the rain, thin and emaciated. It was like I was a bare skeleton, and now I was finally a complete body.

Just not "my" body…

A car pulled up, an expensive silver Mercedes. A tired looking man with a five O'clock shadow rolled down the window. He was maybe approaching forty, and with the enhanced vision I’d been blessed with by my powers I could make him out clearly even in the gloom of the night. He was kinda good looking, actually…

“Hey, blondie. Are you…?”

I walked closer, the click of my heels on the pavement making little echo sounds that gave me a sense of satisfaction for having heard them.

“Available? Mhmm, for you, I can be.”

My voice sounded smooth like honey, Evelyn’s seductive tones re-invigorated. For her, this was an increasingly humdrum or even miserable experience. For me, it was a rich and forbidden thrill. Even seeing the man’s eyes brazenly looking down my top, checking out my cleavage, gave me scintillating little buzz of excitement. After living as such an unremarkable man for so long, being lusted after as a woman was a dangerous pleasure.

“Good. I’ve got plenty of cash. Hop in.”

I walked around the car and slid into his passenger seat, Evelyn’s ass feeling much plusher than my ordinary one as I took my place as passenger princess.

“Fuck, you’re so hot.”

I gasped as I felt his cock **** my walls apart, the sensation of being filled pumping endorphins around my brain like I was a junkie who’d gone too long without her fix. It was difficult to manoeuvre in the confines of the car backseat, cramped and primal. I could tell he’d done it before, and from the stolen memories of the woman who’s face I wore, I knew “I” had too.

I felt his hot kisses along my neck, the light pain as his rough stubble ground along my soft flesh. It stung just a little, another pulse of sensation lighting up my body, even as he dug out my insides. My belly, my abdomen, was hot and slick with arousal, all my pent-up desires spelled out with undeniable honesty now that I was female again.

He pulled back, and then thrust again, muscular legs and abs grinding for my pleasure. It was clear he took care of his body, and from the car and the expensive suit he’d mainly discarded I figured he had to have been a CEO type. I fumbled a little, shaking, body already full of pleasure, as I pulled the straps of my dress and bra down and exposed my breasts to him.

I knew I was giving him such an insolent, fuck-me glance, every little trace of how I felt translating to my pretty face. He was almost enraptured looking for a second, before his instincts took over and he took one in his hand and the other in his mouth.

More **** moans followed, pulses of sensation from my greedy tongue, the sucking of his lips on my nipple as his other hand kneaded my soft breast. Pressed against the seats of his luxury car, the smell of his cologne and my perfume, and sex filling the cramped air, I could almost feel my brain going mushy from pleasure.

Our fingers intertwined, a romantic gesture as he fucked me rough, taking out every little shred of his frustration on me. I couldn’t believe how good it felt to be used, to be his plaything as he vented his frustrations on me, the hired slut he was breeding in his car. In truth, I was using him just as much as he was using me; letting him give me all the fun I so desperately craved, and I was using Evelyn, stealing her face, her body, her skin, her sex.

My eyes almost crossed as he grew more intense, each retraction leaving me panting, as each thrust broke a helpless, breathy moan from my glossy lips. My vision focused for just a second on the fog filled windows, the condensation serving as a perfect stain, marking how we were desecrating this car. Then my sense of touch took precedence, noticing the light cold wrapped around his finger, his wedding ring rubbing against my own bare ring finger.

I knew it was a sin, that it was so naughty to think this way. But that twisted little ego boost, knowing he’d abandoned his wife to be with me, it was so indulgent. I felt a sleazy, selfish sense of pride, a feeling like I was more woman than her, that I’d bested her by stealing her man, especially as he was paying for the privilege. Knowing that I was a man underneath this skin, that he’d left the woman who’d been born female even as I just wore one, the layer of deception just pushed me over the edge.

I screamed out as I came, hearing his own masculine moans as he did too, filling up the condom inside of me. He collapsed, body sweaty, pressing me into the leather as we cooled off just a little. After a few minutes, he rose, temperament changed. Gone was the tired, slightly resigned frustration, the need to clean his balls out. Replacing it was the cold realization of post nut clarity, the knowledge he’d just fucked a prostitute in the car he probably drove his wife and kids to church in on a Sunday.

He hurried to put his clothes on, silently handing me a stack of hundreds, well worn bills that no doubt had moved through this district more than a few times in their lives. I stepped onto the pavement, silently grateful for Evelyn’s well-trained experience. My knees felt weak, the pleasure of being fucked making it noticeably harder to walk, and even to stand.

I gave him a cute, girly little wave as he drove off, trying not to look back at me in his rear-view mirror. Evelyn knew that look, or lack of one to be more specific. He would be back. And from the way he’d loved each moment of what we did in those back-seats, I had a feeling I’d just become his new favorite girl.

Barely even noticing what I was doing, the movement feeling so natural, I lit up a smoke. The warm rush of the nicotine relaxed me, the smoke almost feeling more natural to breath than air would have. The more reserved, more moral, more white picket fence side of me was a little horrified at what I’d done.

But, well… now Evelyn has the money for rent and food. So really, didn’t I do her a favor? She’d been feeling so miserable before I took her body for my own. Aren’t I good Samaritan for taking her place?

I blew a cloud over my shoulder, before I let my honesty reveal how I really felt.

Who am I kidding? I loved that… being so hot, so desired. Caving in and realizing my dirty, forbidden fantasies, letting some pent-up stranger fuck me, having his eyes adore my slutty female body, even despite himself. Oh, Evelyn… we might have to make this a more regular thing~