The Pill - Part 6 & Epilogue free porn video

This is the 6th and final chapter in the story of my adventures in London, on the day when I took a small pink pill and my face and body transformed into that of a beautiful young woman.

However, I knew that I only had 24 hours before the effects wore off and so determined not to miss any opportunity as I had a day of sexual adventures, some planned, some on the spur of the moment.

The story so far: I had started my day in the back of a van, in a multi-storey car park, choosing the outfits I would wear during the day, and discovering the wonders of my new female body. I had then greatly improved the days of a couple of men on packed commuter trains, before arriving at my office and seducing my lesbian secretary, followed by giving the office intern his first sexual experience...

I had gone on to give the cheeky Italian owner of my favourite sandwich shop an encounter he would be secretively muttering to his favourite male customers about for months to come, before giving a very public show to two sets of very grateful and - from the activities in their trousers - relieved builders...

With a mind to satisfy the men of this fine city, I had sought out a porn cinema and enjoyed the attentions of a number of men, probably providing for some of them the best sexual experience of their lives.

If I thought I was attracting attention before, I certainly was now, as I once again walked the streets of London. I wore a very short, tight gold dress and under it a lace thong and no bra. My firm, large breasts stretched the fabric of the dress and, catching a glimpse of myself in a shop window, left little to the imagination. The rest of my figure was equally as stunning, my long legs were bare almost all the way to the tops of my beautifully shaped thighs, where the high hem of the gold dress just about kept me decent.

Half a dozen times men stopped to talk to me, making it clear what they wanted from me, but I smiled sweetly and carried on my way; my heels click-clacking on the pavement. I checked my watch and decided my timing was about perfect, as I turned into the road where a particular restaurant was located.

The bell above the door tinkled as I entered. The restaurant, even at this time was full, every table taken, but I quickly received the attention of a waiter. He explained that sadly they were full, but maybe I could wait - he almost pleaded. As he talked, my eyes scanned the restaurant. I was amused to see that I had caught the attention of most of the restaurant. One man, fork half way to his mouth, was staring at me, slack-jawed. The lady opposite him watched, confused, as pasta slid off his fork, then turned to follow his gaze. A swift kick under the table and he guilty put the now-empty fork into his mouth.

Then I saw my target, sitting at a table by himself, possibly now the only person not to have noticed my entrance, as he was nose-deep in a book. My friend in real life, Craig.

"Oh, wait!" I said to the waiter. "I think I recognise someone."

And without waiting a response I wiggled my way through the tightly packed restaurant, deliberately and firmly brushing past the empty fork man. I put my hand on the back of his neck and bent to apologise most sincerely. Gently stroking his neck as I did so. He went absolutely scarlet and nearly choked, whilst his harridan of a wife glared daggers at the back of my head.

I continued to Craig's table. I stood there a moment: "Hi, it's Craig, isn't it?" He started and looked up at me - suddenly flustered at being in the presence of this incredibly sexy woman, and realising half the restaurant were watching us. He stuttered out his agreement.

"You won't remember me," I said. "We were at school together. At Parklands. Michelle. It is awfully cheeky of me, but would you mind if I joined you at your table?"

"Oh, Michelle. Hi. Yes of course. No problem." Knowing Craig well, I could see his mind racing, racking his brain for a Michelle at school as his natural politeness took over. He stood and offered me his hand, which I took, to pull him forward to plant a friendly kiss on his cheek. By bending forward he received a good view down the low cut top of that gold dress, but managed to retain eye contact, although not quite managing to hide his shock at the surprise kiss. We remained standing as waiters magicked another place at the table. The other thing Craig could not hide was the growing bulge in the front of his trousers.

Craig had been my best friend from the first day at school, but he had been going through a miserable time for the last couple of years after he found out his wife was on her third affair and finally realised what the rest of the world knew - that she was a complete bitch. However, despite our best attempts, he still had not got over her. Our other friends thought that all he needed was one good shag and that would sort him out. That was my hope and intention for tonight. He was a creature of habit and I knew he would be dining at this restaurant tonight, so I had hatched this plan, although I had obviously wondered how weird it would be to have your best friend fucking you. But I reckoned that if it put him back on the right track, it would be worth it - especially if nobody would ever know.

The meal was going well. We chatted about the old days at school, the teachers and the other pupils. I was careful to talk about pupils who weren't in Craig's circle of friends and put my pretend self a couple of years below him. I also explained I looked very different then, so he wouldn't have noticed me. Although I told him how much I had fancied him at school; how he had been nice to me once when I was upset and how I mooned after him after that. I started flirting with him more and more. He was obviously very out of practice, but eventually started asking me some obvious questions about my current love life. I said I had a boyfriend, but we had just had a big row and he had left me on my own here in London. He started telling me about his broken marriage, but as I saw his face take on the all familiar sadness I cut across him.

"So basically, you are free and single now? Free to be with any woman you choose....?"

I saw him consider that. Consider me. Go pink, Then change the subject. We talked for ages - strangely we seemed to have a lot in common! Then suddenly, feigning shock, I looked at my watch.

"Oh no! I had missed my last train. Oh shit shit shit!! What could I do? Where could I stay? I couldn't call my boyfriend (mostly because he was pretend) and anyway, I wasn't sure I still had a boyfriend. Eventually, I saw Craig lick his lips, swallow hard, then:
"Er, well. I... Ummm... I errrr... I have a flag a short walk away. I don't suppose... Errr... No, probably not...!"

However, I was already reaching across the table for his hand; thanking him, calling him my saviour...

We got the bill - Craig insisted on paying - and we set off back to his flat. I pretended the wine had gone to my head and held on to him. He put his arm around me and we set off down the road. He started to say that he would sleep on the couch and I could have his bed. I pushed him into a doorway, much to his surprise and kissed him hard and passionately on the lips. After a moments confused hesitation he responded. I clung tightly to him, feeling his cock pressing against me. I broke off the kiss and slid my hand between us, gripping his shaft.

"Listen to me, Craig Williamson! Nobody will be sleeping on the couch. In fact nobody will be doing much sleeping. We will both be in your bed and I will be fucking your brains out. I will give you such a night of passion that you will forever forget your bitch of an ex-wife. We will shag in every position possible until we are completely knackered, then we're going to do it all again. Any objections? Good!!"

I took him by the hand and led the way back to his flat. Fortunately he was too shocked to realise that I knew exactly where he lived! When we got back to the flat, as soon as the door shut behind us, I jumped his bones! I pushed him back again the door, I put my hands behind his neck and pulled his face down to mine in a long passionate kiss. I was rubbing my body against his and I could feel his erection growing against me. Once again I put my hand between us and grabbed hold of his shaft, this time I started massaging it vigourously. I stepped back from him and undid his belt buckle and the fly on his trousers. I pulled his trousers and pants down to his ankles and took a firm hold of his cock.

The fact that I was now holding my best friends penis registered briefly in my brain, but more had changed in me than just my physical body: whilst as a man, I had never fancied my best friend, but now as a woman I wanted him more than anything; I wanted to do as I had promised earlier and fuck his brains out. I wanted his hard cock pounding my wet pussy, I wanted to feel his cum filling my vagina, I wanted him to give me orgasm after orgasm. And I wanted it all now.

I knelt before him and licked his shaft. I felt him shiver, as my lips encircled the end of his penis, and I sucked, as I slid my lips along his shaft. I felt the tip of his penis reach the back of my mouth, but didn't care. I fondled his balls with my hand whilst I slid my lips up and down his shaft, keeping the suction going. With my other hand I took a grip on his shaft and stroked him, as I sucked him hard. I felt his hands on the back of my head and felt him start to thrust as he began face fucking me. As the head of his cock hit the back of my throat again and again, I nearly gagged, but just managed to restrain myself. I looked up into his face, his eyes were screwed tight shut and I could see the veins on his neck. I didn't want him to cum like this - so soon, but his hands were now firmly gripping the back of my head and I was powerless.

Suddenly I felt the rush of his hot thick jism hitting the back of my throat. My natural reflex was to swallow and again as his creamy spunk filled my throat, I swallowed it down. And again. And again.

Suddenly his legs seemed to give way and he slid down the door until he was sitting facing me, eyes still tight shut. He opened them and looked worriedly at me.

"I am so sorry - I couldn't help myself."

I looked at the remorse in my friends eyes and knowing what he had been through, could not be angry with him. I leant forward and kissed him long and tenderly. All forgiven.

"The only thing you need to be sorry for is if you are all spent and can't give me the good fucking I want!"

"Wow! I have never met a girl like you before!" He said. Ain't that the truth - I thought!!

We got to our feet, he pulled his trousers back on and we went to his sitting room. He made us both drinks and we sat and cuddled on his settee while we drank them. But I was too horny to rest for long. We started kissing again, then I took the glass out of his hand and stood up to put both glasses on a table. I walked seductively back to him and knelt astride him on the sofa. I kissed him hard, then, knelt back up, and in one smooth movement lifted the gold dress off above my head.

I knelt astride him, naked now except for my lacy black thong. He ogled my perfect D-cup tits and I leant forward so they were in his face. He started fondling them, kissing and nibbling at my nipples, which responded to his touch by sticking out like organ stops! I had never imagined how arousing it can be for a woman to have her breasts fondled and her nipples sucked by an expert - and Craig was extremely good. I was getting seriously turned on.

I started to grind my pussy into his lap, feeling him becoming hard through the material of his trousers. Lifting myself up - careful not to stop his ministrations to my boobs. I again undid his trousers and tugged and pulled until he gave up on my tits and helped slide his trousers and pants off. I sat back into him, now feeling the hardness of his unfettered cock against my heavily juicing pussy. I pulled his head back into my boobs as I dry-fucked him, sliding my pussy along the length of his penis, whilst he returned to the assault of my tits.

I was by now so turned on, I just had to fuck him. I reached again between us - there was no time to take my knickers off, I just pulled them to one side, grabbed hold of his rock-hard dick and impaled myself on it. This was an incredible feeling. It hurt a bit - I guess I was a virgin - but the pleasure easily over-rode that. I had fingers and tongue up there, but a penis is made to fill a pussy and that is what happened now. I could feel the muscles in my pussy walls gripping his shaft.

I looked down into his shocked face - I guess I had jumped him quickly.

"What about..." He started to say, but I put a finger to his lips. "Not a problem." I figured as I was really a man I couldn't get pregnant - and if I did, I would make a fortune!!

But right now, all I wanted to do was ride him. I pushed his head back into my boobs, and slowly at first, started to rotate my hips, to slide his cock in and out of my well-lubricated vagina. My body was now taking over. As he returned his attention back to my nipples, I began to lose my self-control, and - unbidden - my body started to ride him harder and faster. I could hear someone making quite a lot of noise and realised it was me. I was now completely out of control as the waves of my first orgasm hit me. I could feel every sensation magnified as the muscles in my pussy gripped his cock inside me and milked it for all it was worth. My first orgasm was just abating, but I still could not stop myself from riding his cock. When I actually felt his cock swell within me, then for the second time that night felt gouts of hot cum filling another of my orifices. This sensation immediately triggered another orgasm in me. And I thrashed on top of him, once again just there for the ride. He was crying out in pleasure too, until finally exhausted I collapsed back on top of him, bathed in sweat and shaking.

I was embarrassed to find I was crying - so intense had the sensation been. He looked at me and gently kissed my tears away. We lay like that, with him gradually going soft inside me.

I must have dozed off for a while, but was awoken to feel myself being lifted, I opened my eyes to find Craig carrying me upstairs to his bedroom. I smiled sleepily at him as he lay me on the bed and looked down at me. He was still wearing his shirt, but now, standing looking at me he undid the buttons and slid it off his shoulders, his eyes never once leaving my body. Then he leant forward and slid my lacy thong over my hips and down my long legs. We were now both completely naked.

He knelt at the foot of the bed. At first my sleepy head thought he was going to pray, but his devotion was to the goddess pussy. He pulled me towards him and buried his face in me. I felt his tongue start to probe me, then the tip started to flick my clit and I was once again being lifted, this time figuratively! My back arched in pleasure. I felt his fingers opening my lips and now he was able to suck on my rapidly engorging clit. I moaned loudly. My lifelong friend certainly had skills I never knew about! Now his tongue started to slide into my vagina as he tongue-fucked me, covering my lips with his mouth. Oh, god this was an incredible feeling. His hands were on the tops of my thighs, then he slowly slid them up my body over my hips and my belly, until his hands reached my boobs and his fingers reached my nipples. I now had the double (triple?) pleasure of his tongue in my vagina and his fingers playing with my fast engorging nipples. I was approaching orgasm again, but just as I was about to fall off the cliff, he reduced the level of his ministrations. He held me just on that point of nearly reaching orgasm but just not quite there until frustration got the better of me:

"Fuck me, Craig!" I said.
"Beg me to..." He replied with a glint in his eye. This was a side of Craig I could not have imagined existed.
"Fuck me, you bastard! fuck me now!" I screamed at him.
"No," he replied. "I told you to beg..." And lapped at my pussy lips to bring me closer again.
Oh god, this was so frustrating.
"Please Craig! Please put your wonderful, majestic cock into my unworthy, desperate pussy and fuck me until I orgasm and orgasm until I pass out and you fill me with your hot manly spunk!!!" I shouted.
"Say 'please' again, and mean it..." He said with a wicked gleam in his eye. That was too much for a desperate woman. I grabbed hold of each of his ears and pulled him upwards.
"Ok, ok, "he said laughing. And moved up my body.
"I hope your neighbours heard that!" I said and then we were laughing.

I was still laughing hard as he suddenly thrust his cock straight into my pussy which made me gasp in shock and pleasure. Then he started to fuck me for all he was worth; thrusting hard into me his balls slapping my arse as I bent my legs up to allow as much of that wonderful cock to fill me as possible. It only took a few thrusts though, and I was over the edge of that cliff plummeting to the first of many orgasms. Craig was grunting loudly as he thrust hard and deep, but his grunts were soon being drowned out by my screaming as wave after glorious wave of orgasm swept over me.

I was completely out of control of my body, as my hips feverishly rose to meet each of Craig's, as he slammed into me over and over again. My pussy was beginning to hurt like hell as it burnt with the friction of this frenzied assault, but I didn't care as long as those orgasms kept coming. Craig's head was thrust forward, his face beetroot red, his teeth gritted and every vein and artery standing out on his neck as he strained to hold on for as long as possible. But then nature took his course and he was yelling too and I felt even more jism filling my burning pussy, soothing it and pushing me to one last orgasm. Then his whole weight collapsed on top of me and we lay there, unable to move.

Eventually he rolled off me and we lay there side by side, completely naked and covered in sweat. I shivered as my broken body cooled and he reached for the duvet and pulled it over us. I cuddled into him and we soon slept.

I woke again about 4am and was relieved to discover that I still had my female body - it would have taken some explaining if he had woken up cuddling his naked best friend! Realising this might be my last chance, I slid down beneath the duvet, to locate, in the darkness, his flaccid dick. I stroked it and sucked it, until - mission accomplished- it once more stood proud, engorged with blood. I slid gently up his body, feeling his dick pass slowly over my right tit, it's top rubbing sensuously against the tip of my nipple. I emerged from the duvet and kissed him gently, but fully on the lips, he responded, even though his eyes were closed. I felt his cock sliding over my mound until it sprang free from the pressure of my body, up between my legs. I then slid gently down until I felt its head perfectly lined up with my pussy I slid back, enjoying the slight pressure until my lips willingly parted and his cock entered me once again. I continued sliding until he filled me, then I extended my neck and filled his mouth with my tongue. He was sleepily waking up now and responded, French kissing me.
I then sat up on him, completely impaled and gently rode him. He was still mostly asleep so I took my hands off his chest and put them on my own. I held a tit in each hand and squeezed and rubbed them, feeling the pleasure from his cock in me and the pleasure of my own fingers on my tits.

I left one hand to deal with both boobs and slid the other down my body until my fingers found my mound, sliding over it and down until my fingers found my clit. I started to rub it, as I continued to ride him and play with my breasts. This time it was all about me - he may as well have been a dildo!

But then he was waking up more and started to thrust, his hands moved along my thighs and I took them and pulled them up to my breasts, which he started to massage pleasurably. I let my left hand rub his chest too, but returned my right to my clit.

This time my orgasm came slower, I could feel it building like a warm glow until it gently rolled over me. No loud screaming this time, just hot pleasure. I think it was the same with Craig. A loud grunt and a feeling of more dampness. I leant forward, still impaled on his penis and tenderly kissed him. I got off him and walked to the bathroom, feeling hot spunk beginning to run down my thigh. I reached the door and in the light of the ensuite, turned to look back at him, staring sleepily at my naked silhouette. I waved at him and he waved a hand back, too tired to raise an arm. I went in, shut the door and cleaned myself up. Then stood and stared at myself in the mirror.

Eventually I left the bathroom, turning the light out before opening the door. Craig was fast asleep, as evidenced by his gentle snores. The lights of London were streaming through the net curtains covering the French windows - we didn't have time to draw the main curtains! I opened the doors and stepped, naked, out onto the balcony, feeling the cool concrete beneath my feet. The night was quite warm now and I didn't feel cold as i stood there, leaning on the balcony looking at the street below and the windows opposite. I was willing someone to come to a window opposite and see me standing there in my full, recently fucked nakedness. But nobody came.

My thoughts turned to the fact I needed to leave and to get back before I changed into a man. Then one more plan formed in my mind and I giggled silently to myself.

I went back into the bedroom and quietly slipped out of the door and back down the stairs. I left my bag and dress and just found my shoes. I put them on, then tiptoed along the hallway, out of the front door and into the night.

Apart from my shoes, I was completely naked and walking the streets of London. Craig's road was deserted. The click-clack of my shoes seemed to be shouting out for people to look at me, but there was nobody to see. For my plan to work, I had to be seen, so I headed for the busier roads, turning into Oxford Street. In one doorway a couple of homeless were sitting up sharing a bottle. They stared at me as I walked past, waving coquettishly at them. Like in a bad film, they both turned their heads to look at the bottle they were in the process of handing to the other and back at me! I giggled and continued on my way. A van drove past and the driver swerved as he suddenly saw me. A taxi driver stopped asked me if I was ok and needed a lift - quite where he thought I kept my money to pay him... But I giggled , gave him a little wave and walked on, swinging my perfect ass for his benefit as I was sure he was admiring it in his (well named!) rear view mirror. I passed two women and a man who stopped and stared at me as I went past, then I was at Oxford Circus. I headed down into the underpass which runs past the tube station. A tube worker was just opening the metal gates and stopped and stared, grinning at me.
"Someone had a better night than me!" He said in a deep West Indian voice.
I went up to him, threw my arms round his neck and hugged my naked body close to him. I gave him a big kiss on his lips, and skipped away, saying "But I bet your day just got better!"
"That it did!" he replied and he let out a loud booming laugh which followed me along the underpass and up the steps.

I was now in Regent Street, but I hadn't gone far down that famous road, when, walking out of a side road, almost bumping into me, came two policemen. One was older, a big guy, obviously seen all life had to offer - but maybe not a beautiful naked woman in Regent Street at 5am. The other was a young recruit, who looked as though he had only just started shaving. It was the young guy who bumped into me, apologised and then realised what I was - or rather was not wearing!

"Oh, oh, errrm!" He stuttered. But his colleague was more on the ball and grinning hugely assumed correctly for the second time in as many minutes that I had enjoyed a very good night. Even though it was warm, the larger Bobby had a jacket with him which he took off and put round my shoulders.

"It is such a shame to hide such a beautiful body away, but I'm afraid I must. Unfortunately I must also arrest you for Indecent Exposure contrary to the Public Order Act of 1986. Sorry! You had better come with us. It isn't far." We'll get your details on the way.

I wasn't sure what details to give, so I just smiled and said nothing, despite the regular questions for my name and address. I did the same with the desk sergeant, until he gave up and said to put me in a cell. My two arresting officers walked me to a cell and opened the door. I took the coat off and handed it to the burly officer and much to his surprise gave him a big kiss. Then, as a thought kissed the young recruit on the cheek too. He went absolutely scarlet and I guessed he was a virgin! The older man gave me a blanket and smiled as I sauntered into the cell. He stood for a moment until some loud shouting was heard from the custody suite. Ruefully he slammed the cell door shut and they went off to help their desk sergeant.

I must have dozed off and was woken by a pain in my feet. I looked at them and realised it was my shoes. Somehow they had got tight - grown too small for my feet. How could they have shrunk. Then I realised that they hadn't: my feet were growing. I quickly took them off and noticed my hands were growing too. The delicate fingers were widening and lengthening. The hands were getting broader and course hairs were appearing on their backs. The hairs were on my arms too, which were becoming longer and more muscled. I put those hands to my breasts, which were pink and still full and womanly, and felt the pleasure of a man's hands - my hands - caressing my boobs. But very soon my beautiful breasts were shrinking, spreading out, flattening. The nipples were shrinking as were the aureole. Hair was appearing on my chest again. My belly was growing too, but I was far more interested in the changes further down. I shook the blanket off my lap and cocked a leg to get a better view of my genitalia. My vaginal lips were gradually shrinking back, my vaginal hole covering itself over, as a growth seeming to start from my clitoris and my mound started to emerge, until once more my old familiar cock was staring back at me with its one eye.

The rest of my old familiar middle-aged male body had come back to me too. I suddenly felt very tired and quite cold. I pulled the blanket over me and lay on the mattress and was soon asleep.

It couldn't have been much later when I felt hands shaking me and loud voices echoing around the cell.

"Who the fuck are you and where's the naked woman gone?!" It was the burly copper again. I played off his confusion and added my own. If I had being judged by my performance, I would have won an Oscar.

Where the hell was I? Why am I here, How did I get here? Where are my clothes? What happened to me? I had left my house yesterday morning. I remember nothing since.

They gave me some old, smelly clothes to put on and took me off to an interview room. I told them everything I could think to tell them about my normal, drab, suburban life. Obviously I had no idea what they were talking about, when they mentioned the beautiful naked young woman. Even when they brought "her" shoes in, my face was a mask of confusion. I kept to my story of a missing 24 hours. At one point, in desperation, they even breathalysed me. But that came back with a zero reading.

In the end I pointed out that there was nothing they could charge me with. I promised to return the clothes and provide a proof of identity later and they had to let me go. The older copper even took pity on me and lent me some money for the tube fair home.

I walked back to the tube station and smiled broadly at the big black tube worker I had kissed earlier. He seemed to be having a very good day, for some reason and, beaming broadly, wished me one too.



The Pill epilogue
I got back to my van in the car park and changed back into my suit, which was still hanging where I had left it, on the floor of the van! It was all a bit creased, but no more than usual. I quickly collected my other work stuff and left the van and walked back to the tube station.

At work, I called Eleanor into my office to go through the day's schedule and, as we were sitting there I glimpsed some cloth poking out from behind a pot plant. To Eleanor's increasing embarrassment, I went and retrieved an attractive lacy bra. Swinging it from one finger and standing with my eyebrows raised, I confronted Eleanor about it. Who was in my office yesterday, while I was out? What happened? Eventually, cowed and scarlet with embarrassment, she told her story. I played the shocked boss, and for my own pleasure, I went into all of the details to embarrass her - did you fuck on my desk? On my rug? In my chair? But then the tears started to well in her eyes and I relented. I put a hand on her shoulder and told her I didn't really mind, and I wouldn't take the matter any further and we could keep it just between us. To get a smile, I said I was just sad that I hadn't been there to enjoy it! When she went - pathetically grateful - I unlocked a secure drawer in a filing cabinet, and stopped the surveillance recording I had been taken in my office. That would be for my personal viewing pleasure later...

When I went to lunch, the sandwich guy told me all about the girl who was in his shop yesterday. By now the story had grown and he described how he had been confidently chatting her up, how she had rubbed his cock and even begged him to fuck her over the counter...

Returning to the office, I called Craig as I ate my lunch and arranged to meet up for a beer after work. In the pub, I listened with interest as he told me about the evening he had with the mystery lady. For the first time ever, the name of his ex-wife never once entered our conversation. As he talked happily, I mused that our friends had been right, one good shag would probably have been enough, but a whole night of passion had made sure he was over her...

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So, you have now read my fantasy day. Guys, if you had the chance to be a hot woman for a day, I won't even ask if you would take the pill, but what would you do. And for any girls reading this , if you could be a hot guy for a day what - and who - would you do?

Please post me your answers.......