Carly does Sam

Sam's rhythm speeds up, his breath coming in harsh pants, his cock disappearing into Carly's pussy with every thrust. You can see the way her tits bounce and reverberate with every impact, the way her mouth is practically drooling, her eyes almost crossed, her cheeks flushed as she gets closer and closer to her climax. It's mesmerizing.

Then you feel Harry's grip on your hair tighten, his breathing quickening. You know he's about to cum. You suck harder, eager to taste him, eager to make him feel good. Eager because you’re a bimbo slut!

You have a memory flash of fucking Harriet. Back when you’d had a cock and you’d thought that was a good thing. She had not really been into it at all. She’d been only moderately aroused. Nothing like Harry who was relishing your blow job. He grunts and his balls seem to flex and contract against your delicate chin as his cock spurts deep down your throat and into your stomach. You reflexivity swallow, your oesophagous gently massaging and milking his cock as you mewl your contentment around his wonderfully veiny cock.

Beside you you see Carly in the quite vocal throws of her first cock fueled orgasm. She’s totally into it. Totally a cock hungry fuckpet. And she’s all Sam’s, perhaps as she should always have been. The sight of her in ecstasy makes you want to cum so badly. But your pussy is empty. Your desires have been thwarted damn it!!!

Harry’s hand is still in your hair, holding your head still as he pumps your mouth with his erupting cock, his hips thrusting up to meet your bobbing head. You look up and see him savouring the sensation. Like a connoisseur of fellatio. You feel him tense and then he’s coming again, his hot cum spurting down your throat. He’s so much better as a man, just as sex is so much better as his bimbo. You swallow it all, feeling your own orgasm elude you as you jealously watch Carly get fucked, Sam’s movements becoming erratic as he approaches his own orgasm.

“Fuck me harder Samantha. Fuck me into next week. This is the best. I never should have resisted you. I want to be your fuckbunny…” Carly rambled as she came, saying things only Carl would know.

“Wait. Do you know me?” Sam asked, pausingbin his thrusts, holring Carly immobile.

“Carly! Be quiet!” You snap.

Sam’s eyes widen. “Carly…? Wait - Carl?!” He asks disbelievingly.

Carly seems confused as she realises he’s not fucking her any me. She nods. “Please Samantha. Don’t stop. I need you to cum in me. Fill me up… I want it so had. Please?” She whimpered like an addict.

Sam’s eyes go wide with shock, staring down at Carly’s transformed body. You can see the realization dawning on him, the understanding that this isn’t just some random bimbo he’s fucking. This is Carl. This is his ex. He starts to pull out, but Harry stops him with a firm hand on his shoulder. “Don’t stop man. She’s clearly enjoying it. Don’t ruin the fun.”

Carly nods. “Fuck me… please, it feels so good!”

Sam seems to consider this for a moment, his cock still buried deep in Carly’s pussy. Then, with a wry grin, he starts to fuck her harder, his strokes long and deep. You can see the pleasure on Carly’s face as she takes him, her body responding to his roughness. She’s again lost in it, in the sensation of being filled and used by a man she knows so well. You watch as Sam’s breath hitches and his face contorts with pleasure, his jaw clenching as his ball sack seem to clench and he starts to cum deep inside her.

Carly mewls like a kitten as she feels him spurt, her pussy clenching reflexively around his thick cock as she takes his hot seed. You can almost feel the warmth of his cum yourself, the wetness that’s now filling her up. Her eyes are unfocused, and she lets out a long, keening moan that echoes around the velvet-covered walls of the VIP booth. It’s a sound that’s both animalistic and feminine, almost a declaration of her submission to her bimbo fate and to the man who now controls her.

You watch, fascinated, as Sam’s cock pumps into her, his own eyes glazed with pleasure as he rides her. You can see the muscles in his ass contracting as he empties himself inside her, his hips bucking in time with her mewling little cries of passion. Carly’s tiny sexpot body shakes and shudders with each and every thrust, her big heavy tits bouncing with each deep, filling penetration. Her legs are spread wide, her pink, plump pussy lips stretched wetly around his girth, and it’s a sight that makes you feel so wet, so **** to be used just like she is. Why is Carly getting all the cock in pussy action.

Then they're done, Sam is panting and spent and Carly is well fucked and content. Sam slides out and juices slew out of Carly’s sopping and completely swollen cunt. He looked down at her, his cock still hard and covered in her juices. He reached down and slapped her ass. “Good job, Carl. You took that dick like a champ, just like I always knew you would. And now you’re going to clean it up for me.” Carly nods obediently and starts to clean him with her mouth.

You pull off Harry’s cock, his cum dripping from your lips as you wipe your chin. You look over at Carly, who’s panting heavily, her eyes glazed over with satisfaction. You feel a strange mix of emotions – pride in how well she’s adapting, envy at the pleasure she’s feeling, and a burning desire to be the one getting fucked. Harry’s hand moves from your head to your chest, his fingers playing with your fatly erect nipples, rolling them between his thumb and forefinger. “Good girl,” he murmurs, his voice low and satisfied. “But… If that’s Carl then who the fuck are you slut?” He asks.

“Bill,” you admit shamefaced, licking his cum from your lips. “We’re in trouble. There was this **** bust that went wrong at the Broken Drum with a police officer. The dealer, Luke made Carl, the cop and I take black market plus pillls. The type the cartels use to make an example of people or … disappear. We’re both bimbo fuckpets forever! You have to be careful. If my Daddy finds out you know you’ll end up like us or worse.” You begged.

“Bill!?” Harry repeated, looking at you and trying to equate your current bimbonic state with the person he knew. He laughs incredulously.

You nod, your heart racing as you watch the realization dawn on Harry’s face. The hand that had been playing with your nipple stilled. “But you’re a... You’re a...” He couldn’t seem to find the words.

“A fuckpet. Yeah. It’s not so bad. I like it, probably too much,” you giggled.

Sam is shocked. “Wait! Plus pills. That means you’re... you’re both... fuck. This is fucked up. Are you guys ok?!” He looks at you, then at Harry, then at Carly, his mind racing with the implications.

You both nod, unable to stop the giggles that bubble up from deep within you. Carly, still on her knees with Sam’s cock in her mouth, glances up at you, her eyes sparkling with mischief. She’s loving this. You know she’s always had a thing for danger, for the taboo. And now she’s living it. You lean into Harry, his cock still hard against your thigh. “It’s amazing. I never knew I could feel this way, Harry. So alive, so... used. It’s everything I’ve ever wanted. I’m a little bimbo kitten. I want men to use me however they like. And Carly’s the same.”

You see the doubt in Sam’s eyes, the fear. But it’s quickly replaced by something else. Desire. “You know, I always wanted to fuck Carl with both our genders flipped. But he was never into this kind of shit,” he says, his voice a little shaky. You can see the wheels turning in his mind, the possibilities opening up. “But I don't want to end up like you two. Harry, we should go…”

“Not so soon. That leash is for more than just one screw right. You paid a lot and Dredd will get suspicious if you leave early.” You say.

“So what should we do?” Harry asks sceptically.

“Well, I’m still horny as fuck and I need cock… and Carly there seems more than happy sucking Sam. So…” You look at Harry with a mischievous twinkle in your eyes as you straddle him, your wet eager pussy pressing against his still hard cock. You lean down and whisper in his ear, “Why don’t you fuck me?”