The Threesome

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Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Mult, NonConsensual, BiSexual, TransGender, FemaleDom, Humiliation, Oral Sex, Body Modification, Transformation, .

Desc: Erotica Sex Story: He's surprised when his girlfriend actually gives in to his fantasy request for a threesome, but his real surprises are yet to come.



The following story is a work of fiction. It contains scenes of an adult nature; if you are under 18, stop reading now. This story contains explicit sexual language and fantasies involving the mental and physical control of others. If you are offended by such activities, do not read any further. This is purely a fantasy. Any resemblance to any person, living or dead is consensual or purely coincidental. Thanks go out to Ashley for inspiration and feedback.

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Chapter 1

JP had often pestered his girlfriend for the fantasy fulfillment of a threesome, joking about it whenever the topic came up, or citing every magazine survey in Cosmo or Maxim that hinted that lots of women liked to try it as well.

Kelly, his long-suffering girlfriend, seemed to have finally decided that it would be easier to give in that to keep on resisting. She made it clear that on their next vacation, a February trip to Mexico, she was going to make it happen for him. He didn't know what to say; his mouth had just sort of fallen open. "Really?"

"Yes, really and finally. Yes. But there's some conditions." She saw his face tighten. "No, don't worry, it will still be two girls... jerk. But I get to pick the girl, the time and the place."

JP readily agreed. After that, the days left until their trip seemed to take forever. Of course, he ended up having to work late his last day, so it was a rush to the airport after Kelly picked him up. His thanks for all her help, including packing for him, were profuse and heartfelt. He was very loving towards her lately, in no small part due to the fact that every time he saw her lovely face and curvy body, he imagined a twin joining her in a steamy daydream.

The flight was ordinary, but long. The two of them sat together, chatting idly, staring at the kind of mediocre movie you only get to see on planes, and napping on and off. JP found the drifting in and out of sleep to be more frustrating that relaxing, and he felt more tired when they landed that he had when they left, which was saying something. After the eternity of baggage check and customs and the life-endangering cab ride to their hotel JP and Kelly simply collapsed into their bed. JP planted a soft kiss on her lips before his eyes fell closed.

When he woke he felt incredibly rested, with a kind of groggy feeling that sometimes came along with his best Saturday afternoon naps. He let himself wake slowly, and his eyes were still closed.

"Hey sleepyhead," he heard Kelly's soft voice.

He started to answer, but his throat seemed very dry.

"Don't talk yet, baby, I want to tell you something. Don't open your eyes. Don't even move. Just listen to my voice."

JP nodded, groggily.

"Do you like slutty girls, baby? Do you like the kind of woman who has big breasts, but wears corsets and push-up bras anyways? The kind of tits that are so big that can only be fake? The kind of girl who loves dressing up like a whore? The kind of women every other woman hates? Tops too tight, skirts too short, heels too tall? Long bleach blond bimbo hair? Lips too pouty and full to be natural, with bright red lipstick on them like a tramp? Do you like that kind of girl, baby?"

JP nodded. He wanted to look up at her as she talked dirty to him, but he felt her fingers over his face.

"I'll help you up baby, because I found her."

'Wow, that was one hell of a night's sleep, ' he thought as he had to lean on Kelly to lift himself awkwardly up from the bed with her hand still covering his eyes.

She dropped her hand and he opened his eyes, blinking at the bright light. There she was — right out of a porn movie or an issue of Playboy. She was tall, with long flowing hair. Her breasts threatened to spill out of her low cut top, showing full scoops of creamy white cleavage, as well as the trimming of her lacy bra. Her legs were long and smooth, wrapped in silk stockings. Her skirt was so short that the stocking tops were exposed, and it was so tight that the garter belts disappearing up under it showed their profiles through the material. Her full, red lips were parted in a pout that screamed out for kisses, and more.

She was right there, his dream girl, his fantasy fuck... right there, in the mirror.

He nearly fell in shock when he realized, mind racing, knowing it couldn't be real... it must be some kind of nightmare.

Kelly stood beside him, holding him up with a rather wicked look in her eyes he'd never seen before. Her words were a blur as he looked in horror at the reflection. They'd been in Mexico for two weeks already, with him kept sedated since the middle of their flight. He had been brought to a special clinic almost immediately for the work of transformation to begin. It was work that had combined hormone treatment as well as surgery.

She was wrapping up her explanation when he finally made words leave his lips. "Why?" In another shock, he realized that even his voice had been changed.

"Because I could, love. But mostly, because you wouldn't let up that you wanted to see me with another woman, letting me know over and over that I wasn't enough woman to make you happy. Well, hopefully you are enough woman for you." She laughed out loud.

"And I own you, by the way, my pretty slut. I'm holding the only ID you've got — a new fake passport — as well as being the only one left with access to our money. If you ever want out of this country, you'll be a good girl for me. I don't think you're quite up for earning money the only way a slut like you could around here. At least not yet."

"I'm going to call you Ashley, by the way. I always wanted a sister named Ashley, so you'll do. Now, since you're dressed already, we're going to some great clubs I've been scouting. I need a drink," she paused, "and I feel like a threesome tonight. You told me I could pick the girl, and I pick you, Ashley. If you're good, I'll let you choose the first man who gets to fuck you."


Chapter 2

JP was in shock, his mind racing in a mixture of horror, surprise and disbelief. He had to give over some concentration to simple physical matters, since it was a real challenge for him to stay upright on the four-inch fuck-me heels his feet had been strapped into. Everything felt so strange. He struggled to keep up with Kelly tugging his hand, and each stride sent new sensations through him. His hips wiggled, his silky thighs slide together and, most alarming, his breasts jiggled and bounced, even with the creamy flesh pushed high and tight by the revealing lingerie.

Something about the feeling of his stride struck a chord in his mind. His eyes suddenly jerked wide open as his free hand flew to his crotch. Kelly noticed and laughed out loud as he whimpered in his new falsetto voice.

"That's right, Ashley. You are completely a woman, down to the smallest detail. They said they were quite successful with your surgery, and that your new clit should be very, very sensitive."

He stumbled and swayed with this news hitting him like a hammer. Kelly let him stop for a moment and lean against the wall. "I don't understand. Why? How? I don't understand what this is all about or what you are going to do with me." The sound of his new voice and even the sensation of the words flowing out of his pouty, full lips added to the strangeness of his new reality.

"We can talk at the club, Ashley. Wait until then. I want a drink, and I want to show off my slutty sister. The boys are going to eat you up!" Kelly giggled as she tugged him forward once more.

Once they were out of the clinic and onto the busy city streets, they drew a great deal of attention. Kelly was a very attractive woman, and she had chosen a simple, fitted sundress that seemed to cling and flow in all the right places and with a neckline that gave a generous hint of her generous cleavage but still left you aching for more. Her hair was drawn back in a tight ponytail and seemed to gleam and glisten. Her makeup was simple so that her bright red lipstick stood out, even more since her lips seemed curled into a permanent, wicked smile.

Even with all that, all eyes were fixed on "Ashley" and JP felt the burn of each lustful stare, not to mention the humiliating catcalls and whistles. No one seemed to feel any restraint was necessary when confronted with a woman dressed so obviously like a whore. Most shaming perhaps was the girlish scream that had escaped his lips when one young man and given his ass a firm slap, finished off with a definite curling grip of his fingertips. Kelly wasn't going to share with JP just yet that his sleepy days of recovery had also been filled with the constant bombardment of his mind by hypnotizing tapes, retraining him into more and more feminine gestures, attitudes and emotional responses. The shock, humiliation and overwhelming sensations had already sent more than one tear down his heavily made-up cheek.

It was early in the summer evening, so the clubs and streets were only beginning to fill up. Kelly found them seats at a club with a sidewalk patio. It was perfect for people watching, though she intended her new sister to be the most watched. A handsome young waiter came around to greet them and Kelly smiled widely as his gaze was lost down into Ashley's top. Kelly ordered a beer and had to stifle a giggle when Ashley ordered a strawberry daiquiri. Clearly the tapes were working.

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