You concentrate on Bridget, but Steve's focus is elsewhere

You revel in the sensations that the submissiveness vulnerability of Bridget - in fact your male friend - to the slight, waif-like body you presently inhabit cause to rush through your body, and your own sexual organs.

You pay close attention to her clitoris, feathering it with your delicate tongue in a blizzard of different directions.

Bridget lets out a whimper.

You are going to make her cum, you decide - hopefully leaving her a quivering humiliated mess, completely at your sexual mercy.

You pull briefly away, to tease Bridget further with your breathy voice. "You like being pleasured like this, do you? Like some cheap slut who can't keep her pussy covered?"

"Oh, I love it," Bridget almost screamed. "Please take me, humiliate me. I love surrendering to you."

You go back to work, running your tongue the length of her pussy, then focussing again on the clitoris until you tongue begins to ache.

You find yourself rolling your hips in time with the action, and the cool air on your own bare pussy sends further tickles of arousal coursing through you.

You are sure Bridget is nearly approaching climax. She raises her hips up off the floor to try to press herself against your lips and tongues, to increase the pressure.

You hear a rustle as Steve comes back in. He walks round to the front of you both grinning. In his hand is a condom wrapper. As you realise he clearly wishes to fuck Bridget, your own levels of arousal leap. The idea of the real Steve being in Bridget's body and getting fucked by his own body, with the real Bridget in it - and the subjugation Steve would feel - is such a head fuck. Your pussy throbs at the thought.

You begin to wonder what price you might extract, for allowing Steve to have his way with 'your' slave. It would be so hot to watch, you might not drive too hard a bargain, you think.

You particularly think that as you glance up from your task eating Bridget's pussy to see Steve has unzipped his trousers and taken out what you can only think of as a perfect cock. Long - much longer than your own - with a perfect slight curve upwards, and a handsome, glistening mushroom head. Wow. You had no idea that your friend was packing.

You also had no idea previously, although you were now beginning to appreciate it, how turned on this body got by Steve. That could be a problem if you weren't careful, you thought, as you lapped away at his wife's swollen pussy, amidst increasing moans from her, and Steve carefully rolled the condom over the throbbing purple head of his handsome cock.

At this point, Bridget was panting and thrusting, and so close to cumming that she wrapped her legs around your neck, trying to pull you in closer. You were sad to lose the chance to take in Steve's proud erection a little longer - but also further aroused by how you were dominating his wife.

"Yes, yes, yes..." Bridget screamed. "I am cu-- I am cu--"

But before she could finish - before you could finish her - you found yourself jolting your own head up as, rather than cool air around your own pussy, you felt heat, and then pressure and then a mixture of shock and pleasure , as your own pussy gave way to something war and hard.

What the fuck? Was Steve...