City lights pulse outside our apartment window. Night air thick with promise. I’m Caroline, corporate lawyer by day. Secret Heroine by night. Heart races. Time to drop the mask.
Bathroom steam clings to skin. He’s fresh from shower. I block the door. Fingers stroke his cock hard. Push him to tub edge. Lips wrap around him. Hot, wet suction. Eyes closed, he groans. Then, cold foam hits his pubes. Razor gleams. ‘What the fuck?’ he gasps. I grin. ‘Fair’s fair, baby. Your turn to be smooth.’ Blade scrapes clean. Pubes gone. Balls shaved bare. Excitement throbs in me. Flip him. Ass cheeks spread. Razor glides over his hole. Virgin smooth. He bends, cock stiffens. I suck him deep. He explodes in my mouth. Thick cum floods. ‘Better without hair,’ I purr.
The Mutation
Bedroom now. Dump lingerie pile. Red garter belt. Black stockings snap to thighs. His cock swells. ‘Always hard for this shit.’ Skin-tight flesh-colored thong crushes his erection. No boners for girls. Layer black thong over. Bra stuffed to C-cups. Tight black dress hugs his ass. Slit flashes garter. Mousseline sleeves hide muscles. Makeup: red lips, smoky eyes. Hands painted slutty red. Blonde wig curls down. Earrings clip. Necklace drapes. Heels click—5 inches, ass out. Mirror shock. ‘Holy fuck, I’m a hot bitch.’ Power surges in me. My creation.
I transform. Short black hair. Thin mustache drawn. Chest bound flat—painful crush, but worth it. Striped suit. White pointy shoes. Pimp vibe. Voice gravelly: ‘Ricard, chérie.’ He serves champagne. Sits submissive. Hand on his thigh. Up to thong bulge. Fake cock packed—10cm silicone, balls below. He gropes. ‘What the—?’ Eyes wide. ‘My dick, baby. Save it for your ass.’ Adrenaline spikes. City awaits.
Car hums through neon streets. Concierge eyes us: ‘Bonsoir, messieurs-dames.’ Success. I drive macho. Forget door—kiss fixes it. His thong bites rising hard-on. ‘Gonna be tough,’ he whines. I smirk. No party. My plan. Intimate dinner. Real test.
The Exploit
Restaurant glows dim. I announce ‘Didier and Virginie.’ Waitress smirks at my voice, his legs. Table set for three. ‘Surprise. Simon joins.’ Heart pounds. Power throbs. He plays along. Simon arrives—Polynesian hunk, blue eyes, curly hair. Kisses Virginie’s hand. ‘Ravishing.’ Dinner twists. I talk cars, tech. Virginie shops, fashion. Hands roam thighs. Tension builds. ‘Virginie’s ass welcomes big cocks,’ I say. Simon grins. ‘Sandwich dessert? Yes.’ Bill paid. Waitress winks.
Home. Champagne poured. I sprawl. ‘Suck me, chérie.’ He kneels. Dress up. Garters flash. Zipper down. Thongs peel. His cock springs free. I rim him wet. Tongue drills hole. Simon pants off. Real cock out—long, thin. Virginie sucks me first. Fake dick deepthroats. My pussy drips. Finger it—orgasm hits. Then Simon’s turn. She slurps real meat. Hungry. I lube her ass. Strapon plunges smooth. ‘Ready for real.’ Doggy. Simon mounts. Fills her. Balls slap. I slide under. Suck his cock. Pull her up. She fucks my ass now. Rhythm syncs. City night roars outside. Simon cums capped. ‘Filthy slut!’ She unloads in me. I scream ecstasy.
Dawn creeps. Masks off. Bandage unwinds—chest free. Shower washes sin. Back to normal. But secret burns. Stronger now. Power owned. Anal alive beats toys. Men fuck men hot. Women rule all. My thrill: control, watch, conquer. Day mask on. Night? Unleash again.