Models: Lily Starfire & Isiah Maxwell
It wasn’t often that Mindi found herself speechless, but the sight that greeted her in the living room caused the words to wither on her tongue.
The woman lounging on the sofa was very familiar. She was dressed in a skimpy red outfit that did the bare minimum to contain her voluptuous figure and accented by a fur-trimmed Santa hat, all rounded off by a pair of glittering golden heels and similarly sparkly jewellery to match. Her sultry curves, her silk-smooth skin; her dark hair and full lips and mischievous eyes – when Mindi was looking at them the world seemed to make sense again. But then reality would come rushing in again and she would open her mouth to voice the single recurring thought ricocheting around her mind: I’m looking at myself.
Under normal circumstances, Mindi would have assumed this was all some kind of elaborate trick – a very advanced bodysuit, perhaps, or maybe somebody fooling around with a dose of Doppelbanger. However, despite her mind screaming at her to reject what her eyes were seeing, there was no denying that the woman on the sofa didn’t just look like her, she was her. Because the smirking thief wasn’t the only one in the wrong body.
‘Are you enjoying the view as much as I am?’ the woman asked, eyeing Mindi impishly. She pressed a thoughtful finger to her lips while she fiddled with the heel of her stiletto. ‘I know it’s vain to say it, but just looking at you is turning me on. Although maybe that’s knowing who’s inside my hunky hubby.’
Swallowing nervously, Mindi looked down at her new body. Or, more accurately, her husband’s body. His broad, hulking frame was now hers. His powerful hands and rippling muscles, not to mention raw masculine strength that crackled through her insides like a rogue lightning bolt. His short-cropped hair, trimmed beard, handsome face and towering stance. And most striking of all, his lust – a primal erotic hunger that made Mindi’s hefty new cock twitch. That twitching only became stronger as she stared at her old body, especially when she noticed the underboob peeking out below the red tube bra.
And given that Mindi was in her husband’s body, it wasn’t hard to figure out who the new occupant of hers was.
‘Kian?’ she asked through his lips.
‘Hey baby,’ he beamed back through hers. ‘Happy Christmas. Do you like your present?’ The hand on his heel rose along his swooping curves. ‘I know I like mine.’
‘I don’t understand. What happened? Did you do this?’
‘Don’t worry, I’ll explain everything. But don’t you think I deserve a thank you for giving you such a nice gift? Lucky for you, I know just how you can show your appreciation.’
Alarm bells went off in Mindi’s head as Kian rose onto his knees. Some primal instinct within her had the urge to run – the kind of visceral impulse that had once told cavemen to flee from shadows in the night. But the rest of her was mesmerised by Kian’s body, a sudden and powerful attraction drowning out the sirens. And when Kian peeled down the bust of his top the alarms were snuffed out completely.
Without knowing why, Mindi found herself walking toward the sofa.
‘That’s it,’ Kian smiled as Mindi sank down onto the cushions. She was dressed in Kian’s rich velvet dressing gown, which she had thrown on to conceal her modesty before leaving the bedroom. But now she was too entranced by Kian’s incredible tits to care as her legs fell open, spreading the hem of the gown and exposing her semi-rigid cock.
Kian leaned in closer so that his rack was only a breath away from Mindi’s face. ‘It’s okay. I know you want them. That used to be my body, remember? You can’t hide anything from me. You want my tits, so take them.’
And take them Mindi did.
The sensation of Kian’s nipple between Mindi’s lips sent potent arousal crashing through her masculine body. The warmth of his flesh against her face; the subtle shift in texture between skin and areola; the firm nub rubbing over her tongue – until today she had never had any interest in sucking a woman’s tits, but now she was in Kian’s body the urge consumed everything else.
Powerless against her sudden need to feast, Mindi pressed her face deeper into the welcoming flesh. She groaned as the pliant tissue moulded around her face, though that same moulding reduced her moan to a muffled sigh. Lost in her new addiction, Mindi did not resist as her hands automatically moved to grope her old body, one rising to seize Kian’s unattended breast, the other looping around to knead the fat of his ass.
‘Good boy,’ Kian purred, one hand resting between Mindi’s broad shoulders. ‘Doesn’t it feel good to worship my tits? You could stay like this forever, couldn’t you? It’s okay, there’s no need to deny it, I already know the answers.’ He paused, closing his eyes as he savoured the pleasure of Mindi’s oral attention. When he spoke again his tone was calm, but the question was charged. ‘Did you enjoy it when Max did this to you?’
Even in her state, Mindi faltered. Her tongue froze. Her hands did too. Nape prickling, she began to ease away.
But when Kian pulled her softly back in she did not resist. He lifted her hand back to his tit, pressed himself against her mouth, and he let out a small laugh as Mindi resumed suckling and groping him even more sensually than before.
‘That’s right, baby, I know all about your bit on the side. Surely you had to know I’d find out sooner or later? And again, there’s no point in denying it – thanks to our swap I have access to all of your memories. I know everything you were doing with him behind my back. I loved you with all my heart, baby, but all you wanted to do is break it.’
All at once Kian pulled away. The sudden absence of his tits between Mindi’s lips and fingers left her reeling. When she regained her senses she found that Kian was lying across her lap watching her with a satisfied smile.
‘I could have just ended things, but why should you get off that easy? You’d just go running to him while I’d be the one left alone. The thing is, the way I see it, if you can’t be trusted with this body then you don’t deserve to keep it. I clearly wasn’t enough for you before, but now that we’ve swapped you’re going to be as desperate to satisfy me as I was when I was in that body. And if you’re addicted to my body then you’re never going to betray me again. That’s all I’m doing, baby – I’m removing temptation for you. Or I guess I’m replacing temptation, but still, you should be thanking me.’ One hand fiddled with the hem of his skirt. ‘Fortunately my tits aren’t the only things in need of your kiss.’
Mindi didn’t so much catch Kian’s drift as snatch it tight and cling on with everything she had. Once again driven by the hunger of her new body she swung her legs out from beneath Kian’s prone figure and lowered herself onto her front between his thighs. Her powerful hands spread Kian’s legs easily, the motion sliding his skirt up into a bundle around his waist.
What lay beneath – or rather, what didn’t – caused Mindi’s heart to stutter: Kian had gone without underwear. His pussy was bare and twinkling, and the sight opened a void of wicked hunger in her soul. She knew how wrong this was – she was yearning for the taste of her own pussy – but she couldn’t help it. The urges of Kian’s former body were too strong to resist. All she could do was clasp hold of his thighs, bury her face in his crotch, and worship his pussy in the hope it might satisfy her twisted needs.
Once again allowing Mindi to feed on his body, Kian massaged his fat tits gently. ‘Mmmh, yes, keep going my love,’ he smiled. His eyelids fluttered as Mindi’s tongue circled his clit. ‘I hope you like the taste of my cunt, because you’re going to be savouring it every single day from now on.’
Mindi managed to pull away for a few seconds, her face already smeared in pussy nectar. ‘What have you done to me? I can’t stop… it’s like I’m addicted. What have you–?’
The rest of her sentence was cut off as Kian rested a hand on her scalp. It was the gentlest of touches, but it pushed Mindi a fraction closer to his sparkling sex, and that alone was enough to cripple her resistance and prompt her to once again feast on her husband’s cunt.
‘That’s because you are, handsome. The potion I slipped into your drink last night didn’t just switch our bodies. It also allowed me to make a few… modifications, shall we say. An endless thirst for my pussy juices, for example. Or a desperate need to suck my perfect tits. Oh, and not forgetting an impressive boost in stamina so you can fuck me all night long and into the morning too. Just a few tweaks to make sure you remember your place from now on.’
Kian’s back arched as Mindi’s broad tongue swirled his clit just right. When he sank down again he rolled his crotch against his lover’s lips. ‘It certainly seems like my potion is doing it’s job.’ He giggled softly. ‘You know, when you think about it nothing’s really changed. When this body was yours all you ever thought about was how to satisfy its desires. And you’re still doing the same – it’s just that you don’t get to feel that satisfaction.’
A devious edge entered Kian’s sultry voice as he continued. ‘Speaking of which, I’ve been fantasising about what it would feel like being fucked in this body ever since I came up with the plan to switch. And since you live to please me now, I think it’s about time you showed me all the pleasures you’ve been experiencing behind my back.’ Then, as if the very thought of sex in his new body had driven him wild, all sensuality dropped from his tone and his words were charged with shameless hunger. ‘Fuck me, you cheating cunt. Show me what it’s like to be a whore like you.’
Yet again, Mindi was unable to resist Kian’s command – her body simply obeyed without any input from her brain. But as she sloughed off the dressing gown to expose her naked body and throbbing cock, Mindi realised something that sent a bolt of shock through her insides: she didn’t want to resist.
Kian’s body was intoxicating. The strength of his muscles was a thrill unlike anything she had ever experienced. The height and breadth of his powerful frame was a constant buzz, the orgasmic pulse of his incredible cock strong enough to eclipse all rational thought. She might have been forced into this body against her will, but as she loomed over the buxom form she once inhabited Mindi realised that she would have given anything to stay this way.
In that moment, a lifetime of addiction to Kian didn’t seem so bad. And though a slim part of Mindi knew she should be angry at him for what he’d done, the rest of her was too eager to pound his tight holes to care.
When Mindi slid inside Kian’s cunt he couldn’t find the words to respond. His lips parted but all the sound died in his throat and he could only look up at Mindi, his brows knitted together with a silent plea for more dancing in his eyes.
Having already pushed his knees up against his tits, Mindi had uninhibited access to his wet sex, a fact she soon began to exploit as she sank her huge cock in deep with every slow, sensual stroke. With one hand braced against the sofa, she used the other to pin one of Kian’s thighs to his stomach, her strong fingers pressing into the soft flesh of Kian’s plump breast.
As pleasure flooded her mind, Mindi sank into a steady rhythm. Kian’s voluptuous figure jiggled and bounced enticingly with every roll of her powerful hips, while his breath came in shuddering gasps as he fought to process the mind-bending sensations of sex as a woman. Eventually his gasps melted into a stream of babbled encouragement which, though mostly incoherent, prompted Mindi to drive even deeper until Kian’s eyes were rolling in his skull.
For Mindi, their passion felt like a gift and a curse all at once. Fucking Kian felt better than all the nights she’d spent cheating on him combined. Carnal hunger drove every action she made, corrupted every thought that crossed her mind, ate down into the depths of her soul. It felt like she was being rewritten from the inside out by desires she could neither control no resist. Of course, Mindi had no doubt that the raging lust fuelling each thrust was another one of the magical tweaks Kian had made to her psyche, but as the sordid embrace of his pussy sent orgasmia swirling through Mindi’s insides she realised she no longer cared. It didn’t matter why fucking him felt so good, just so long as she didn’t have to stop.
And based on the expression of slack-jawed bliss on Kian’s face, Mindi suspected that was something her former husband was never going to ask for.
Mindi’s lips twisted into a roguish grin. ‘You know, if people hear us calling each other by our old names, they’re going to start asking questions. So tell me, Mindi, whose name are you going to be moaning when I cum in your tight slit?’
Kian’s eyes were closed as he basked in his arousal, but he smiled all the same. ‘Kian,’ he said.
The new Kian looked down at the new Mindi. At her bouncing tits and rippling ass and perfect pussy. Already his memories of inhabiting her body were beginning to fade; already it felt like this body was all he had ever known. And as he accepted his new life as his new wife’s stallion, Kian was struck with a new urge: to fuck her senseless. He knew she wanted it too – he could see it in her eyes – but with orgasmia still clouding her mind she was incapable of asking for it.
Luckily, the new Kian was so devoted to her satisfaction that he no longer needed her to give him his orders. Instead he exploited his bulging muscles to hoist her into his lap before sinking back into the corner of the sofa. With his powerful hands clamped firmly around her thighs he spread her legs wide as he pumped up from below to invade her hole deep.
With Mindi’s hair veiling his view, Kian could not see her bouncing tits or bobbing feet or expressions of ecstasy. But he could hear her whimpering groans, and that was all the encouragement he needed.
Devoted to his wife’s pleasure, Kian lost himself to the sordid rhythm; addicted to her husband’s cock, Mindi allowed him to drive her ever deeper into sluttiness. For the first time in years, the twisted couple were a perfect match – and with nobody to disturb them they abandoned the other presents beneath the tree in favour of the only Christmas gift that really mattered anymore: the consummation of their deviant new bond…
Thanks for reading!
Originally this story was supposed to be much more romantic, but when it came time to write it I’d been on a bit of a streak of those kinds of stories and I was in the mood for something a little more twisted. Quite frankly I think the end product is really hot, though that is due in no small part to the gallery I used, because in my opinion some of the shots in this one are truly fantastic.
Gallery: https://www.pornhat.com/albums/125269/santa-delivers-a-great-bbc-gift-for-lily-starfire/
