Turn About Is Fair Play

A little bit different, and also taken from my other account

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The second I walked in the club, I was scoping it out. I never tried to hide it, I was a player. I was tall, buff, and handsome. I dressed well, carried myself with an air of confidence. Most women eat that up. Truth be told? I was proud of it. I knew as soon as I stepped in the door, there would be women checking me out. I counted on it. I knew, without fail, that before I could finish my first drink, at least one, if not 3, would be offering me drinks. Tonight was no different.

I was always polite, and would refuse the offer, but would offer to buy them one, and some conversation. I was a fisherman, casting my line, reeling them in. We'd have a drink, hit the dance floor, and after two or three dances, I'd know if they were going to be my latest conquest. I'd been there a little under 2 hours, had chatted up, and danced with three strong potentials, when I caught another girl, locking her eyes on me. No matter where I was, be it the bar, a table, or the dance floor, she had me in her sights. I eyed her up and down, and gave my winning-est smile. This girl was smoking hot, EASILY ouclassing every other woman in the place.. She absolutely NAILED sultry, and even though it was not my practice, I approached her. She looked to be about 5'6, wearing a satin top, which barely covered her braless breasts, which, while not huge, stood straight out. Her nipples pointing through the satin like darts. Damn, I was a sucker for long nipples. With that, she had a matching satin skirt, short, also, and when she was seated, did not cover her stocking tops. On her feet were ankle strapped stilettos. The FULL package of unbridled sex.

I stretched out my hand, introduced myself, (Everett James) and she answered she was Windy. In a bit of a surprise move, she wiggled her forefinger to draw me close, leaned in my ear, and said, "I want your cock." WELL... I AM used to women coming on to me, sure, but I've never had one just come out and SAY that. I was probably grinning like a Cheshire cat. I started to sit down next to her, but she reached out, ran her palm up and down my obvious bulge, licking her lips, and said, "Why don't you take me to your place? I won't lie. I had to process this. Yeah, I'm a chic magnet, but dammit, a smoking hot babe who is making no secret of what she wants? I pulled her to her feet, wrapped my arm around her bare waist, and led her out to my truck.

I opened her door, and watched as she slid in. No sooner had I sat in the drivers seat, than she started unbuckling my jeans. And unzipped me. That may have been a good thing, because I was so hard, at that point, that I hurt. She wiggled close to me, licked my ear, and my neck, then lowered herself down in my lap. WOAH! Her mouth was like velvet! I think I saw stars. I decided to just sit there, instead of trying to drive, while she attempted to milk me. I've had some damn good cocksuckers, in my day, but NOTHING compared to her. My chest was pounding as she licked, slurped, sucked, and pulled my cock down her throat. I think I'm in heaven! Every couple of minutes, she'd pull back, bat those big eyes at me, smile, then go back to it. This may sound crazy, but I swear, I was thinking my bachelor days are over. I would NEVER find a woman like this again. The harder I tried to hold off on cumming, the harder she worked. And the SOUNDS she was making? Like, to quote the song, "sirens sweetly singing." Needless to say, I came a cupful. She cooed the whole time she was drinking me up, sucking, swallowing, sucking, sucking, til ever drop was drained.

I sat there, shaking, trying to focus. Was I dreaming? Real life CAN'T be like this, can it? Even while I sat there, spent, with my cock deflating, her tender hands were trying to coax it back up. She sat so close to me, nibbling my ear, kissing my cheek, whispering, "I can't wait to have your cock!"My hand absentmindedly dropped to her thigh, then up under that short skirt. The thong beneath it was soaked. My fingers slid under the thin thong, and made their way into her wet, hot pussy. She shivered and gasped, "Oh, please hurry, I can't wait to have you! I'll fuck you right here if you don't start driving." Oh, course, I knew, that I recovered fairly quickly, but not THAT fast, especially after cumming so hard. I fired my truck up, and headed down the road, my fingers still working in her sweet wetness, and her hand caressing my cock. At this point, I was thinking, can I buy Viagra over the counter? I've never used it, but fuck, I've never had a woman like this before, either.

She released my cock, and started unbuttoning my shirt. Then she giggled, and started nibbling on my nipple. What the hell? That was a new one for me. She kept teasing my nipples with tongue and teeth, softly moaning, almost trance like. In the back of my mind, I'm thinking that she is somehow hypnotizing me, but my rational side dismissed it. As I'm pulling into my drive, a little wave of panic hit. What if I can't please her? I've NEVER had that thought before, but, then, I've never run across a woman like this. Is it my imagination, that she looks even HOTTER, NOW?

No sooner had I pulled her out of the truck, and to the ground, than she grabbed my cock and started pulling me to the door of my house. "Come on, Baby, I NEED this cock!"I remember hoping that nosy neighbors were not watching, and I unlocked the door as fast as I could manage. No sooner had I closed the door behind us, than she started stripping. First pulling off the little top, which exposed the most perfect breasts I've ever seen. Even porn stars could match her. Then, she wiggled out of the skirt, and walked through the house, in her stocking, heels, and thong, looking for the bedroom. My God, WHY couldn't EVERY woman walk like that? She swayed in perfection, and my cock started responding. She peeked into the bedroom, then went diving for the bed. Once in it, she again wagged that finger, leading me to Heaven. I stood beside the bed, shedding my shirt, shoes, pants, socks, and she immediately wrapped her fingers, then her lips, around my cock. And, again, it roared to life.

"Ohh, baby, I have WAITED to get a cock like this! I was beginning to think I'd NEVER have one again!" And, I'm thinking to myself, is she insane? She can have any man she wants. Yeah, I have a long, fat one, but not the only one. She sucked me until I was throbbing, then pulled me down to her. We BOTH moaned as she guided me into her. Holy FUCK! I thought her mouth was the most amazing thing I'd ever felt, but this? I was literally tripping as I sank in her. Ripples ran through my body, and it felt as if I were swimming in her. She massaged and caressed my cock with tiny tentacles, and I was so high. I can't say how long we were locked in sexual bliss. I seem to remember both of us cumming time after time, until I passed out. In my dreams, we were passing back and forth into each other. I honestly couldn't figure out who was fucking who. I was so overwhelmed by her.

I can't say how long I slept. I was drained, emotionally, and physically. I felt movement on the bed, and struggled to wake up. As I tried to focus, I saw me, standing by the bed, putting my clothes on. Wait, THAT'S not right. I blinked, rubbed my eyes. I felt... unconnected... light... small. I looked again, and I was still there, but now turned to me, giving me a satisfied grin.

The "other me" spoke: "This will be hard to accept, for a few days, it was for me. You see, there is a curse going round. Guys like us, that pick up, and put down, women, like changing shirts? Someone decided we should be punished. I was JUST like you, until one night, when I picked up a beautiful woman, who looks just like you do now. (with that, I looked down at myself). I woke up, after a night of unbelievable sex, to find that she was me, and I was her. The curse lasts until you find another man, just like you were, to pass the curse onto. It took me three weeks of trying to find a match. Three weeks of swallowing cum and getting fucked like a whore. Maybe you'll have better luck. " I opened my mouth, but he held his hand out. "Save your protests, you are what, and who, you are, until you resolve yourself to passing the curse on. I'll leave my outfit here, so you'll have something to wear, when you go shopping. I'll take these clothes, as you won't need them, for a while. Good luck, EVIE!"

and with that, he walked out.

I jumped up out of bed, hoping it was a fucked up dream, but as soon as my tiny feet hit the floor, and my boobs bounced, I knew that I wasn't dreaming.