Models: Lola Fae & Mick Blue
London was finding it exhaustingly difficult to tune Maddie out. In general, mentally muting her friend’s incessant chatter was one of London’s skills, though tonight she had only succeeded in dulling Maddie’s voice to a faint whine. Better than nothing, sure, but irritating as a persistent fly nonetheless. Even now, with Maddie waiting on the bed outside, her vapid monologue drifted into the walk-in wardrobe to grate on London’s ears.
Stood in front of the wardrobe’s full-body mirror, London gave a weary sigh: her dress was ruined. Some dumb oaf had knocked into her on the dancefloor, spilling his beer all down her front in the process, and the wet patch now blossomed across the entire upper half of her rouge dress. It was undoubtedly a lost cause. And given that London hadn’t packed a spare, that meant she’d have to pick a replacement from the wardrobe.
Peeling off her dress, London rolled her eyes as Maddie laughed at one of her own jokes. She didn’t even need to listen to know the topic of conversation would be one of three options: clothes, guys, or clothes she could wear to impress guys. Tuning in for a second, London found she had been right with the first guess.
Without warning, London’s energy simply drained away. At the centre of the wardrobe there was an oversized ottoman with an equally large throw of white faux fur draped across the top. Flopping down onto this she found herself staring at the ceiling and trying to muster the drive to get back up and face Maddie again.
Deep down London knew she was treating Maddie too harshly. Was she a drama queen? Yes. Was she shallow to a fault? Unquestionably. But they’d known one another since childhood, and for all that she was a total ditz there was no denying Maddie was a true friend. She had supported London through numerous break ups, routinely offered fashion or makeup advice if it was needed, and she was always an attentive ear whenever London needed a good rant. Hell, when London’s prom date had bailed on her last minute Maddie had even jumped in to take his place so she wouldn’t have to go alone. They were so inseparable they’d even wound up working in the same office, a decision which London truly did not regret.
Yet at the same time London had never met anybody more irritating. Allergic to silence, Maddie was incapable of enduring dead air for more than a few seconds without filling it with an unending stream of mindless chatter. Part of London marvelled at how she even managed to monologue for so long, not to mention the fact that in all their years of friendship she didn’t think she had ever seen Maddie pause for breath. In contrast London much preferred measured, thoughtful conversation and was right at home in the hush of an empty room with nothing but herself and a good book to fill the peace and quiet. The net result of their juxtaposed personalities meant that though she adored Maddie as a friend, finding the energy to be around her was a daily challenge.
And it was on nights like tonight that London found the task especially draining. Because not only did she have to put up with Maddie, but also a host of strangers she’d never met before. In truth she barely even knew Perri by more than a nod of acknowledgement in the office.
London wasn’t a fool. She knew why she was here. It wasn’t hard to figure out that Perri had only invited Maddie to avoid hurting her feelings. And since most people found her even more annoying than London did, the obvious way to mitigate that was by inviting Maddie’s long-suffering bestie in the hope that London could keep her occupied. To be fair, Perri’s obvious agenda hadn’t bothered her at first – it was an all-expenses paid night at the wildest club in the country, after all – but as she lay in the wardrobe, ruined dress on the floor and social battery running on fumes, London couldn’t help wondering if tonight she might finally burn out completely.
Or you could remind everybody you’re more than just a chaperone.
The idea took root almost before it had occurred to her, as if it had already been there waiting for her to take notice. It was a compelling prospect. London knew Maddie never tried to overshadow her. Yet when presented with carefree bubbliness versus measured reticence it was hardly surprising that every guy favoured the former. So far tonight had been no different, with half the guys in the club having eyed Maddie up at least once even as their gaze brushed by London without the decency to even look disinterested.
In truth London didn’t much care – most guys who ogled Maddie were either jacked gym bros or vain pretty boys, neither of which were London’s type. But maybe drawing a few eyes wasn’t such a bad thing. Maybe if she could outshine Maddie, even if only for a night, it would shock people into realising she was more than their demeaning perceptions.
And where better to pick out a statement outfit than one of Club Fantasy’s walk-in wardrobes?
Seizing the idea London sprang to her feet. With the beer having seeped through to her bra she would have to start from scratch, so rather than rifle through the dresses she made a beeline for the impressive lingerie display.
London’s eye was immediately drawn to one set in particular. Exhibited on a headless, limbless mannequin lined in crushed velvet the colour of sage, both bra and panties were composed of thick double straps and twinkling golden buckles. Their pastel blue material was a striking departure from the samey pinks and reds and purples that surrounded them. Better yet, they looked just London’s size.
Barely a minute later London was in front of the mirror once again admiring her new underwear. A smirk rose as she twisted this way and that to check herself out from various angles.
Damn, I look hot. If I pair these with the right dress the guys will be fighting for the chance to buy me a drink. And from there… who knows?
In the end, London never had the chance to pick out the right dress. Nor did she wind up tempting any men into funding her bar tab. Instead Club Fantasy was far more interested in exploring her latter thought, for in that moment a wave of pleasure struck her like a physical blow. With the wind knocked from her lungs she only managed a hoarse gasp as she stumbled backwards. Unbalanced, she fought to remain upright until her calves connected with the ottoman, at which point she collapsed back onto the faux fur throw.
Already she was convulsing as erotic energy ate her up from the inside out. The last thing London remembered was Maddie’s voice rambling on about some new photo filter she’d found. Then there was nothing but euphoria, her orgasmic transformation illuminated by the warm glow of dusk shafting through the skylight.
Unlike many other members of the group, London’s overall body shape changed very little. Her tits maintained their cup size, her ass swelled by a minimal amount, and in height she barely lost half an inch.
Only once the club’s magic set upon London’s face did the changes become more obvious. Her thin lips puffed into a juicy pout painted in rosy gloss, her deep-set eyes shallowed, her jaw and cheekbones softened, and the line of her fringe descended a centimetre or so. Only London’s vision went untouched. Specifically, her contact lenses. When paired with her silvery hair the bright blue coloured irises London enjoyed wearing were even more striking than before, particularly given how they complemented her sultry lingerie. Though most changes were subtle, when combined they rendered her an entirely new woman – just as beautiful as before yet also completely unrecognisable.
This difference was further emphasised when her strawberry blonde hair steadily darkened. Beginning at the roots the new shade spread like a virus, encroaching inexorably down the length of her long waves as the same shadow overcame her brows and body hair too. At the same time silver dye laced through the dark brown, muted at the roots but increasingly pronounced as it descended to the metallic sheen of the tips.
When her new tattoos came in the ink was briefly alive: sketching out contours, filling in details – even occasionally erasing and redesigning portions as if struck by fresh bouts of inspiration. It took almost a minute for the various designs to settle, though when they did the beautiful body art infused a mischievous edge into her otherwise innocent appearance.
Almost as an afterthought the club bestowed her with a pair of silver hoop earrings as well as an assortment of rings and bracelets. Then when the magic retreated it simply carried London’s psyche away with it, sweeping it aside like snipped hairs on a salon floor.
Her eyes still closed, Lola took a moment to savour the pleasant warmth of the setting sun on her skin. The soft fur of the throw caressed her back and gentle waves of arousal lapped at her insides, though she couldn’t quite say where they were from. A smile rose on her lips; she could have stayed in that spot forever.
But when the first gruff groans drifted into the wardrobe her smile spread into a grin. For while a relaxing bask in the sunset was enticing, the idea of what waited for her in the bedroom was more tempting still.
And so, hopping up off the ottoman, she strode over the discarded dress and underwear on the floor and followed the moans to their source…
Maddie was getting bored.
That wasn’t uncommon. Frenetic energy was a constant companion, leaving her in a perpetual state of excitability, and while such hyperactivity was an asset in many places (not least of which being the bedroom) one thing she wasn’t suited to was waiting.
Unfortunately for her it seemed that London was in no rush to put her out of her misery. That wasn’t to say Maddie regretted accompanying her – after all, what kind of friend would she be if she wasn’t on hand to offer fashion advice should London need it? Nevertheless, just a few minutes of lying on the bed with nothing to do and she was in dire need of a distraction.
As usual, the distraction she chose was an indulgent selfie session.
By this point Maddie knew every filter on every social app off by heart. As such she noticed immediately when the new options scrolled into view. Frowning, she peered closer at the icons and noticed a small label above each, consisting of a white circle with the letters CF inside in an elegant font. It wasn’t hard to figure out what the initials stood for.
A little burst of excitement seized her. Custom filters! They must’ve downloaded once I connected to the club’s Wi-Fi.
Flicking eagerly through the options, she was presented with a myriad of faces staring back at her. She had to admit she was impressed. Each of the filters took her image and morphed it into an entirely different form, ranging from a cute little imp of a redhead to a hulking bull whose simple expression suggested he had more muscles than IQ points. Scrolling and scrolling she was amazed by the seemingly limitless number of variations.
What’s more, their realism was off the charts. Most similar filters Maddie had used before were very obviously fake, with blurred regions around the edges of the face and a tendency to flick off completely when held at the wrong angle. But these were incredible. Not only did they function from every possible angle, but they replaced her body as well as her face with no sign at all of the image being superimposed over the original. It was like they simply cut her out of reality and placed someone new in the gap.
Eventually one of the gender-swap filters caught her eye. The man it moulded her into was distinctly different from the volleys of stereotypical hunks she’d cycled past. He was a bit older than the rest – perhaps in his early forties – with the first streaks of grey shooting through walnut hair that swept backwards down to his nape. His features were firm and chiselled, silvery stubble peppering his jaw and an almost palpable hunger twinkling in deep eyes. He was also bare-chested, forgoing the slick suits worn by most of the previous male filters to show his broad shoulders and barrel chest. At the very bottom of the image the crown of his abs were just visible, and though his muscles were not as sharply defined as his handsome face they still rippled with subtle power beneath a dusting of dark body hair.
Even through the screen he had the air of a man Maddie would have thirsted for if she’d met him in person. Distracted by his striking appearance, an absent thought crossed her mind: I wonder what it would feel like being him?
On instinct Maddie tapped the capture button, as if somehow it might shift reality to answer her question.
And that’s exactly what it did.
Maddie’s transformation hit like a rocket-propelled freight train and the force was so intense it instantly sent her psyche spiralling into the ether. Even as the club’s magic pumped her body with pleasure, with no consciousness to register the sensations she was paradoxically silent, slumping back amongst the bed’s cushions while her body underwent rapid metamorphosis.
The results were just as impressive as the filter. Muscles swelled, tits collapsed, features hardened. Within seconds her visage was a perfect mirror of the man behind the screen, from the grey-streaked hair to the hungry gaze, while her frame was broad, barrel-chested and swathed in an aura of subtle power.
The silence was shattered once her cock grew in. From the same void Maddie had vanished into a new mind was dragged gasping and groaning to occupy the empty vessel. With Maddie’s clothes already erased the new man was stark naked, so when his hand flew to his crotch it closed around his throbbing cock. Astonishingly large, it bucked in his grip as the ecstasy of transformation continued to burn through his insides, and now he did writhe, back arching and eyes rolling in a futile attempt to process the supernatural sensations. He jerked off feverishly, breath coming in frantic huffs, and when the magic finally began to ebb he flopped down panting as if he’d just crested the most intense climax of his life.
Only once the club’s influence filtered away did the new man’s consciousness start to fill in the gaps, washing away the memory of transformation as it came. He wasn’t sure how long he laid there, brow slick with perspiration and dick twitching, the world around him just a haze.
But clarity came rushing back in when the bed shifted, a warm touch curled around his shaft, and lips soft as silk settled on his balls.
The scene that met Mick’s eyes when he looked down was a fantasy bought to life.
Lola had her torso slung low to the bed, pert ass raised so he could admire the flawless curve of her cheeks descending into a valley through which the pale blue lace of her underwear slid like a river. The hand around his cock rose and fell slowly, her elbow splayed to the side to support herself, while the other caressed his inner thigh to send teasing thrills ricocheting through his nervous system. The rosy amber of sunset still lit up the sky outside, but the crisp white bedroom lights were on nonetheless and they gleamed on hair like burnished silver cascading down the left of her face to spill across the bedsheets, each strand twinkling as she gently swayed her head. And her eyes; piercing, impish and calculating all at once, her keen blue gaze was magnetic, fixed firmly on his face and using each orgasmic expression to guide the dancing of her tongue and lips.
‘I see you started without me,’ she said, only pausing long enough to speak before immediately resuming her task.
Her tone was hard to read, though Mick sensed she meant this as a reprimand. ‘I’m sorry. I couldn’t stop myself. The thought of you in there stripping off, it was just so…’ His voice trailed off in a groan, the image of Lola peeling off the sultry black dress she’d been wearing flashing through his mind and making his cock twitch.
Lola pounced on this weakness like a lioness upon a wounded gazelle. ‘So what, handsome? Hot? Naughty? Did it make you want to come join me so you could rip off my clothes yourself? Or maybe the filthy voyeur in you was craving the chance to watch me undress nice and slow and sexy?’
Lola’s touch was better than any truth serum. With the possibility that she might stop her sordid suckling if she caught him in a lie hanging over his mind, she could have made him confess to anything.
‘Fuck yes,’ he nodded.
The petite slut chuckled with smug satisfaction, though Mick defied any man not to be compelled by the same urges in her presence. There was something about her that chased away all shame or inhibitions from the very moment she laid eyes on you. It was little wonder half the guests downstairs had been entranced as she twirled and twisted on the dancefloor. And yet somehow Mick, the only one who’d managed not to see her, was the man sprawled on her bed at her mercy.
And there was no denying who was in control here. Despite being over a head taller, nearly twice as broad, and with enough muscle mass to snap her diminutive frame in half with ease, Mick was little more than a sex doll with which she could satisfy her carnal needs.
This fact was made all the clearer once she began truly feeding on him.
Abandoning his balls and lifting her head, Lola planted a delicate hand on either side of his groin before using this grasp to guide his hefty cock towards her waiting lips. The orgasmic heat when his head slid into her mouth forced a choked gasp from his lungs, his eyes rolling up into white marbles, while further down his convulsing toes sent bolts of sharp pain up his legs to mingle with the euphoria engulfing his crotch. Working his shaft slowly deeper, Lola eased her hips down flat before raising and crossing her legs so her feet bobbed gently in time with her head. Paired with her mesmerising gaze this new position was a wordless ultimatum: this cock is mine now. And so are you.
Not that Mick wanted to deny her, of course.
Mick was a well-hung man. His manhood was almost as long as Lola’s forearm, not to mention thick enough to stretch her lips to their limit, so it came as no surprise that she was unable to swallow him all the way. Nevertheless, over the course of several minutes the eager little minx managed to work more than halfway down his length, a feat no other woman had ever achieved, all without any obvious difficulty. Such an act would usually leave Mick’s lovers gagging and breathless, yet Lola never faltered. On the contrary, her calm demeanour and confident rhythm demonstrated this was not her first time feasting on a cock that would’ve made other women blanch.
With Lola’s wet slurping flitting through the air like captured lightning, Mick wondered if this was all she wanted from him; if the promise of a big cock was all it took to entice her.
After all, it wasn’t like he’d endeared himself to her in any other way. Her short stature masking her from view on the crowded dancefloor, Mick hadn’t even realised Lola was there until he collided with her and spilled his pint all down her front.
He was immediately horrified, stumbling over his apologies as he tugged off his jacket and did his best to dry her off without accidentally groping her. Despite how effortlessly charming he could be when he chose to, when caught off guard Mick became clumsy and bumbling and tonight was no exception, for during his attempts to help he only made things worse by knocking Lola’s wine everywhere too. Heat rose on his cheeks, a blend of humiliation and self-reproach as he heard other guests sniggering at his awkwardness.
But Lola hadn’t been so judgy. Instead she’d eyed him with a strange expression – something between amusement and hunger, with a dash of Machiavellian intent thrown in. Rather than shout and scream about her ruined dress she’d caught his eye and smiled.
‘Don’t panic, I was planning on heading back to my room soon anyway,’ she’d said, and he struggled to imagine a siren having a more enticing voice. ‘If you like, I could do with some company?’
It took Mick several long seconds to process her words. Was she really inviting him back to her room? After he’d just made a complete fool of himself in front of her?
He initially accepted more out of embarrassment than genuine attraction. Even so, once she led him by the hand off the dancefloor and away from the snickering crowd Mick’s sheepishness began to fade, allowing him to realise how astonishingly hot Lola truly was and that maybe, just maybe, he’d accidentally struck gold.
Yet even now Mick remained a little flustered. Still reeling from how suddenly his night had taken a turn for the erotic, the thread connecting his mind and body threatened to snap at any moment. So when Lola bid him stand at the end of the bed he obeyed without question, unwilling to test what deviant retribution he would face for refusing.
Swaying and twisting her body as she did so, London slipped off her lingerie to provide Mick with exactly the view he’d imagined when she’d disappeared into the walk-in wardrobe. Once her bra and panties were lying on the floor she rolled onto her back and folded herself in half, feet raised above her head and knees flanking her shoulders to expose her holes.
Mick couldn’t decide where to look, but in the end it was her nipples that caught his eye. While most of her impressive tattoos were purely black in design – from the elegant flowers on her left forearm, to the more geometric design sweeping beneath her breasts – on her tits themselves ink the same shade as her areolae had been used to morph them into the shape of hearts. The adorable detail contrasted with the deviance in her eyes as she reached out, coiled her hand around his cock, and pulled him closer.
Practically entranced, Mick angled his dick towards her pussy. However, before he could enter her, Lola eased him lower until his head nestled against her ass. The wordless gesture weakened Mick at the knees: how could anybody be so cute yet so carnal at the same time?
Looking up at her lover, Lola savoured the arousal written across his face. He hadn’t even parted the muscles of her hole yet and he was trembling, horniness clearly dragging him into a state of uninhibited lust.
Which of course was exactly the state Lola wanted him in: it was always easier to play with someone’s mind when they couldn’t think straight.
Without turning away she reached back and slid a hand under the pillow. The bottle of lube she produced was small – small enough that one could sleep on the bank of cushions above it without issue – and sealed by a screw cap. As both a devoted nymphomaniac and a lover of anal, Lola always kept lube on hand wherever she went and in this instance she’d stashed it away before heading downstairs to find somebody worth using it with.
Her gaze still fixed on Mick, Lola poured a small pool of the glistening fluid into her palm. Stashing the bottle back under the pillow, she then rubbed her hands together before massaging the lube along the length of Mick’s wonderful cock. She could barely wait to feel him driving inside her, filling her with the amoral ecstasy to which she was a shameless addict.
But she knew better than to rush things. So, with her tongue hungrily tracing her lips and her slick hands spreading her ass wide, Lola waited patiently for instinct to seize her lover.
Mick moved slowly. Every fractional movement was accompanied by a groan. When her hole parted and accepted his head the shudder that rumbled through his body briefly convinced her he was going to collapse.
Though he managed to stay standing, with each millimetre of progress Mick’s frame began to bow as if an ever increasing weight was accumulating on his shoulders. What began with a droop of the head soon had him leaning heavily over her until his face was barely an inch from her raised feet, his abs were shadowing her sex, and he was forced to throw down a hand to prevent himself from slumping onto the bed beside her.
For a slut like Lola, manipulating her lover’s arousal was automatic, and so no sooner did the teasing words spring to mind than she fired them his way.
‘What is it, handsome? Is this too much for you? I would’ve thought a hot hunk like you would know how to show me a good time, but maybe I was wrong. Maybe you should go back to bumbling around on the dancefloor while I find a real man to fuck.’
Though her voice was soft and sultry her words struck keen as arrows, their barbed tips burying deep in his mind. Looming over her with his eyes closed, Mick’s brows knitted together as a war of arousal raged behind his chiselled features. Lola chuckled: this was all so easy.
However, when his eyes snapped open she didn’t expect the fire that burned within them. Though his face remained twisted with a kind of erotic despair – the expression of a man who knew he wouldn’t be able to handle the sensations that were about to consume him, but was intent on surrendering to them anyway – his eyes were bright with fierce determination. For the first time Lola realised that perhaps something primal was lurking in the depths of Mick’s soul. But before she could process this thought further her lover was already on the move.
Rather than resist the need to collapse Mick now embraced it. Pulling out, he allowed gravity to drag him to the sheets. The weight of his broad frame bounced Lola several inches into the air and she landed on her side facing away from him. Immediately she began rolling over but that brief moment of distraction was all Mick required, and before she’d even laid eyes on him again he’d scooped her up in beefy arms and hefted her onto his equally sturdy chest.
A second later he was inside her once more.
Lola gasped when he invaded her hole. His earlier trepidation was gone and instead he put the slick layer of lube lining his shaft to full use by delving in deep. The thickness of his cock had already stretched her somewhat, which made this second penetration easier than the first, and though he wasn’t rough there was a force behind his movement that scattered her thoughts. Her little tits jiggled as her breath came in staccato bursts and when she looked down she found a bulge in her belly as the angle of his thrust shifted her insides.
Lola was used to maintaining control over her lovers at all times, to manipulating their desires with every sultry movement. But this time it was her turn to act on instinct; this time she automatically raised her legs, set her elbows in the crook of her knees, and clasped hold of her ankles to keep her feet out the way and her ass spread – anything to intensify the imminent pounding.
At the same time Mick reached down to clamp his huge hands on her cheeks, and the next thing she knew he was balls deep.
‘Oh fuck!’
Their united cry bounced around the room before escaping into the walk-in wardrobe. For a few seconds they just remained there, both humming with unspent lust. They were dams behind which reservoirs of depravity were rising. There was no telling what would happen when they burst, but neither of them was willing to turn back now.
Still, Lola wasn’t ready to give up control just yet.
‘Fuck me, baby,’ she purred, trying to keep the breathiness out of her voice. She knew he was going to anyway, but it didn’t hurt to make it sound like she was the one making the decisions. Besides, Lola had always been a little too fond of her own voice.
Mick did not argue. Sliding his hands a little higher to hook his fingers over her thighs, he used the grip to pin her against his chest as he proceeded to drive up in slow, deep strokes. With each one bursts of ecstasy strong enough to make her stomach flip flared through her midriff, though it took her a few moments to realise why.
He’s rubbing my G-spot! He’s in my ass and he’s rubbing my fucking G-spot! Holy fuck…
‘… that’s hot,’ she mumbled, oblivious to the fact she’d finished her thought out loud.
Mick was not so distracted. Bit by bit lucidity was returning to his muddled thoughts, and as the once frayed thread linking his body and mind grew steadily stronger, so too did his urge to show this little slut exactly the ‘good time’ she was craving – and so much more besides.
Suddenly finding himself frustrated by the limitations of their position, Mick rolled to the side.
Immediately this new position was better. Not only could he put more energy behind each thrust, but with both a hand on her inner thigh and his own leg raised to prevent her calf drooping down, Mick could ensure nothing obstructed him from ravaging her perfect hole, which in that moment was his one and only reason for existing.
Just as intoxicated by this fresh bout of pleasure, Lola could not resist sliding two fingers into her saturated sex. Her digits were instantly slick with pussy nectar, the wet melody of her toying accompanying the orchestra of sordid sounds already dancing through the air. A persistent groan tumbled around her mouth, her eyelids fluttering as the waves of pleasure crashed against her inner dam and sent fractures snaking through the brickwork.
To think this was the same man who’d stumbled into her on the dancefloor was almost unbelievable. Yet at the time he’d seemed so misplaced amongst the throng of the club. Just one glance was enough to tell her he was the kind of guy more suited to a quiet night in with a book than one spent clubbing, and that in itself was what drew her to him.
When you were as effortlessly seductive as Lola, picking up a lover for the night was easy as stealing candy from a baby. Easier, in fact, since babies were rarely as eager to surrender their confectionery as most guys were to spend a night in her sheets. As a result, all those shallow studs simply blended into one boring whole. The patrons of Club Fantasy were no different – just an endless stream of wannabe womanisers who saw her as an easy lay.
Which is exactly what made Mick stand out.
Everything about him was a contradiction. Beguilingly handsome yet reserved in personality; clumsy in public yet composed in private; a body erotic enough to have any woman he craved yet no date on his arm. The second he’d started bumbling apologies Lola had decided on the spot he would be her hookup for the night. Granted he was a little older than her typical lovers, but that didn’t bother her. Not only was he a refreshing break from the tiringly stereotypical guys she usually fucked, but the concept of drawing out whatever shreds of hedonism were hiding within was a challenge she could not resist.
When she’d guided him to the bed he was still visibly processing the unexpected turn to his night, and it had taken Lola’s hand caressing his cheek to get him to focus on her face.
‘I’ll just be a minute. I’m going to clean myself up and change into something more comfortable.’ Plucking at his shirt and trousers she’d given him a fiendish wink. ‘Maybe you should do the same.’
Mick had frowned. ‘But… I don’t have anything to change into.’
Lola remembered thinking how adorable his naivety was. ‘I know,’ she grinned, before promptly scampering into the wardrobe.
Even when she’d emerged Mick had seemed to be adrift on his own thoughts. But now there was a focused drive behind each thrust that proved he was not as easily tamed as she had first imagined. And deep down that only made Lola crave him more, because unlike all those before him Mick was not simply accepting to her slutty ultimatum. Instead he was retaliating with his own: my cock might be yours, but this ass is mine.
And if Lola needed any more proof of that, the next position Mick manhandled her into quite literally drove it home.
Lola’s eyes almost popped from her skull when he began pounding into her from above. Her face amongst the pillows, her ass raised high, and Mick standing over her with his feet planted firmly to either side, she was powerless to resist as he slammed down with enough force to send ripples down the length of her thighs and knock the air from her lungs. One hand flew to clutch his leg in the hope it might root her in reality while the other needily rubbed her engorged clit. Her silver locks splayed around her startled expression like a shattered halo and she stared up at him with a mixture of shock and adoration.
What she saw in his face was the deviant within. One by one the layers of modesty and ungainliness were flaking away, revealing a surprisingly erotic creature beneath.
It wasn’t the first time Lola had managed to invoke such a transformation. In her experience the naughtiest souls were usually concealed in the most unassuming vessels, and so whenever the opportunity to tempt such an individual into her embrace presented itself she seized it with glee.
Nevertheless, the gulf between the two sides of Mick’s persona was wider than any she had been faced with before. What’s more, while he was of the same quiet demeanour as the other introverts she lured to bed, his muscular build was more reminiscent of the many dumb gym bros who’d notched her bedpost. As such, while the rising carnality gradually seeped into every corner of his mind, Mick possessed all the strength he needed to hold her firmly in position and satisfy those cravings.
Conscious that her own arousal was approaching a critical mass, Lola’s instinct to seize control once again took over. But this time when she opened her mouth to speak the attempt was immediately thwarted by a devastating thrust. And again the next time she tried. And again. And again. With each thrust sending flares of euphoria through her, every attempt at speech melted into gasps before the words even reached her tongue.
And in that moment Mick rewrote everything Lola thought she knew about lust. Until now she’d always believed she knew what it meant to be fucked. But now she understood that all her previous experiences were just ordinary sex. This though – this unexpected pounding from a quiet, awkward man who was neither of those things once the fog of lust descended – this was what fucking truly felt like. Tonight they were united in their hunger for one another and she suspected that once the sun rose neither of them would be quite the same.
In truth, she doubted either of them would even have to wait that long. Her dam was crumbling far faster than she’d expected, powerful jets now hissing through the weak points and filtering down through the cracks to buckle the structure from within. From the expression on Mick’s face he was similarly close to losing himself. It was only a matter of time – and each echoing slap of their colliding hips was a toll of the clock ticking down to zero.
Lola anticipated that a shared climax would be what broke them completely, but she was only half correct.
She came so hard she squirted. Squirting in itself wasn’t unusual for Lola, though she had never done so during anal. When her orgasm sent her mind spinning she stared in wonder at the twinkling droplets which sprayed from her sex to patter across the bedsheets. Unsurprisingly, the force of her climax did indeed shatter her dam, but while her consciousness floundered in the floodwater Mick continued to thrust, his orgasm not yet ready to break.
With her expression a mask of bliss and her breathing perforated by little delirious giggles, Lola wasn’t sure how much longer he fucked her in that position. By now the sun had fully set, the ink black sky offering no indication of the passage of time, so as she began to lose her grip on reality she might as well have been in an eternal limbo of ecstasy.
Either way, whether it was seconds or hours, one thing she did know was that in the same way she’d unearthed the true Mick, he too was stripping her down to her core identity. In a brief burst of clarity she found herself babbling needily, the words coming in a thoughtless stream.
‘Oh fuck. Fuck yes, baby. Rail me. That’s it, right there. Don’t stop. Oh fuck, don’t ever, ever stop.’
Reticent as ever, Mick did not respond verbally but simply continued his tireless anal onslaught to the tune of Lola’s frantic jabbering.
If Club Fantasy had had lips to do so, it would have grinned. With their old lives forgotten neither deviant recognised how drastically their roles had been reversed – how London, formerly calm and reserved, was now the wild slut unable to keep quiet, while Maddie, once insufferably bubbly, was the silent hunk who preferred actions over words.
For now, the sheer irony of the transition was sadly lost on them. But the club was a patient host. The time for realisation of who they’d become would arrive eventually. And until that time there was plenty more mischief for the club to weave through the souls of its unsuspecting guests.
Oblivious to what awaited them in the future, Mick and Lola were so horny that even the present was difficult to process. Nevertheless, when Mick’s cock began to twitch inside her the silver-haired slut knew he was finally ready to cum.
All at once she was overwhelmed by the urge to taste his seed. With a strength born of manic arousal she wriggled out from his firm grasp, whimpering softly when his cock slid free, before scrambling down to kneel on the floor beside the bed. The position made it clear what she was waiting for, but to avoid any doubt she opened her mouth and held out her tongue.
Mick needed no further encouragement. In a single stride he descended from the bed to loom over her – and not a moment too soon. His orgasm broke so hard he nearly crumpled to the floor. Within a heartbeat Lola had sealed her lips around the shaft, but that brief moment was enough for the first ribbons of pearly cum to lash across her lips and chin. After that thick ropes spurted across her tongue and down her throat, her mesmerising eyes locked on his all the while. Lola could practically see his mental dam disintegrate and she knew from that point on they were both just flotsam dragged wherever the currents of lust deigned to take them.
Only once the last drop had trickled down her throat did Lola pull back. Mick overshadowed her, chest heaving and brow bright with perspiration while she scooped up the seed dripping from her chin and licked it off her fingers.
For the first time she could remember, Lola found herself speechless.
Fortunately, Mick was there to fill the silence. ‘So then, slut – you ready for round two?’
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Not a whole lot to say about this one aside from the fact it slightly breaks the rules I’d set for myself when it comes to reusing male models. In this case the model in question is Mick Blue, who is a very well-known name in the industry. Blue has been in at least two previous Fantasy Universe series, which ordinarily would lead me to either use a different gallery entirely, or to bring him back as an existing character.
This time though I opted to include him as a a new character for two main reasons. Firstly, in those previous scenes Blue never actually portrayed a character bearing his first name. In my earlier stories, only the characters portrayed by the female models had this trait incorporated into their transformation, and so there has never actually been a post-transformation character named Mick. And secondly, not a single image in this scene shows Blue’s face, so there was basically no chance of causing confusion between this character and his previous appearances.
Altogether these facts made me comfortable enough to include him as a new character. Since the rules I have in place for male models have evolved over the years, if I write more Fantasy Universe stories in the future it’s not impossible that the same treatment could be applied to others who appeared in chapters before those rules reached their present form. Either way, I’m always happy to include Blue in any of my stories, so adding this one to that tally is perfectly fine by me.
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