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The Housesitter

Added 2023-03-22 13:18:40 +0000 UTC

"Hey, Fred. So things have gotten a little crazy here and I'm going to need you to housesit another week."

"Wait, what? Are you serious?"

I had been a week. Julie's penthouse apartment was lovely, there was no denying that. But I had put my programming project on hold to housesit — in her body. To sit on her sales calls, and generally to look like her.

We had switched. She has a client out of line and she wanted to strong arm him, naturally I was the guy to do it.

"I don't know, Julie. I don't really want to play bountyhunter."

"Then let me do it."

"Let you do it?"

"Yeah, in your body. My company has been working on a procedure. We can switch bodies. Just for the week."

I raised my eyebrow.

"I'd pay you $40,000 for the trouble."

Sold.

Julie's red dress clung to my body. It had taken me a few days to manage walking in heels. At some point you just want to look nice, especially when you are meeting with someone elses clients. I mean, it's $40,000. I'm going to uphold my end of the deal.

"Look Julie, I love your apartment, but you promised a week."

"$80,000."

I sighed. "Are you being careful out there? I don't want my body shot up or anything. I don't want to stay like this."

I listened to my voice answer back. "Yeah, I'm being safe. Stop worrying."

"Your boyfriend keeps calling and texting."

"Just ignore him. It's only another week. So will you do it? Just imagine — $80,000."

I sighed louder. "Fine."

"You're the best, Fred," said the current Fred. "I gotta run."

"Bye."

Fucking, Julie.

I had to get out of the house and blow off some steam.

So I took Julie for a long run. She's in good shape. I wasn't much of a runner — preferring to lift weights in the gym.

When in Rome.

But I'm in Julie.

For another fucking week.

Another week of fighting. Fighting The Rule. The first three days were easy. But then it got progressively harder.

Pulling on panties. Pushing my tits into her bras. Dressing up. It's started to make me feel things.

So I run.

I stroke her long hair.

I spray on her perfume.

I do anything but the one thing she told me not to do.

But now, another week ahead of me, I realize — I can't hold out another week.

Hmmm. So this is what this feels like.

It's subtle.

It's maddening to feel the tip of my finger entering me. The pressure of Julie's pussy lips being spread. Suddenly I understand what I've been feeling. What I've been wanting.

I push it deeper. Occasionally I slide my finger out and circle my clit.

Oh, fuck.

It's starting to feel really good.

And it's Iclear there's no stopping.

Let's go, Julie. Show me what your body can do.

The energy builds until you can't stand it.

There's no dialing back.

I lift my hips and continue. Riding my edge. Seeking the one thing I have been denying myself for a week.

Release.

God, it makes my toes curl. And I wonder —

Should I put it on?

I shouldn't have dug around her closet earlier this week.

The words on the box struck me deep.

"Bridal Lingerie"

I'm not sure why she has it.

It's just there.

Should I put it on?

The little white bow wrecks my mind. Just as much as the orgasm in the bath.

This feels right. I'm not sure why.

Oh, the cute little bow, lying halfway up my tummy where my cock would have risen in my old body. And this underwear, lacy and slight. I love the way it wraps around my hips. Strapping on my stockings made me want to bury my fingers in my pussy again.

I already know this week is going to be a little different.

I just don't suspect how until its too late.

Oh, fuck.

Act natural.

I didn't realize her boyfriend has a key.

"Where have you been?"

"Just busy."

"Oh, you look great in this. But I bought you something else for you to play in."

"Play?"

"Don't you want me to lick your pussy?"

Oh, fuck.

"Um."

It was a deep orgasm. One my fingers could have never sparked off. He rode me to my edge and then in a flash kicked me over into deep femininity.

Each impact resonated in my hip bones, his cock positively stuffing me and building to a crescendo within me.

When I came the whole room shook.

He would follow soon behind me — volley after volley of heat hitting somewhere deep inside of me. Firing into my cervix and coating the walls of my new pussy.

It woke me up. As much to the full sensation of female sex as to the reminder I had forgotten to pick up Julie's birth control from the pharmacy on Monday like she had asked me to.

He savors my body, sliding his hands over my hips and ass, shooting it deep. Rather than run, I rock back on his cock and let him take his time. By all means, fill me up with your come. You're the one with the cock.

The moans from my throat twist my synapses.

I feel so fucking girly. So fucking split. Impaled and spread. The intimicy wrecks me. There's another person inside of me. I feel the heat of Julie's boyfriend. He's slipping out slowly — and I don't want him to.

I want him to stay.

I want to fuck him.

My body shakes in orgasmic aftershocks, spurred on by his sliding cock.

It's Friday night and suddenly all of my plans are out the window.

I'm fucking dumb for this cock.

Silly for it.

A ditz for it.

I lock my feet behind his thighs and pull myself onto it.

I need it.

The love inside of me for it is mind bending. A cocktail of estrogen and oxytocin. Attachment chemicals. I just know when we're done I will crumble into his arms and cuddle him softly. Because he makes me feel like a woman. I want him good and hard, and I will do what it takes to make that happen.

God, the way the head of his cock plumbs my depths, tugs at my lips, pushes me open — Fuck.