Transformation - Sex Stories

Transformation

... damn hot, he thought. Dakota and Jazz were sunbathing in loungers. They were his favourites. Dakota especially was incredibly gorgeous. She really did have the looks to be a model, film star or whatever else she wanted. At 5ft 10” she was tall, had long legs and killer tits. Her blonde hair was pulled back tight in a ponytail. Jazz was also a hot little number. The thing Don liked about Jazz was how shy and demure she was, not like Micky who was a complete slut, always coming on to him. The girls were topless, lying on their tummies. Jazz had tiny pink bikini bottoms on and Dakota had a white thong displaying her pert tanned buttocks. She looked every bit a beach bunny. Damn, Don found himself thinking of these girls too much now. He’d tried dating a couple of the Asian maids for a while but they were scared of his dick and wouldn’t fuck him. So now he was dating a French girl from the finance department, she was very pretty and dynamite in bed, but all too often Don found himself imagining she was one of the girls. This place was so highly sexed too, he’d just left Cathy watching Sydney with a client and he knew she’d masturbate as she watched just as soon as he left. Everywhere he went people were fucking or masturbating. The nurses were either hooker’s who’d been trained in basic nursing skills or nurses who’d been thrown out of the profession for sexual deviancy and were trying to get back in. Don stared, deep in thought as Jazz sat up and poured sun cream onto Dakota’s ...

... back and massaged it in, her titties jiggling beautifully. Cathy was in heaven. As soon as Don had left she’d locked the door to the viewing lounge and slipped out of her skirt and blouse. Sydney was enjoying Cathy’s particular brand of pleasure. This time the client had opted for a room Cathy liked to call ‘the dungeon’. It was a bare room except for various devises and pieces of equipment Sydney had short black spiky hair much like Halle Berry. She was very pale and had large angel wings tattooed on her back and a pistol on her tummy. A black panther curled its way down her thigh. She wore cherry red lipstick and black eyeliner. Slim with small breasts and a small bottom she was the least curvy of the girls. She was skinny to start with and so hadn’t had as much to work with as the others. Her nipple and tongue were pierced as was her nose. She very pretty in a gothic vamp kind of way and attracted a certain type of client. At the moment she was naked on her hands and knees on a knee high wooden bench. She had leather straps around her wrists with metal rings in them. Rope was threaded through the rings and secured her to the bench. Rope also looped under the bench and across the back of her calves holding her parted legs in place. On her head Sydney wore a leather harness. There were straps around her forehead and chin keeping her mouth, eyes and nose free and on the back a metal loop. In her ass was a metallic dildo with a curved metal handle that curved over toward the ...