Robot Ponygirls
- 3 years ago
- 613
- 0
Dream Girl free porn video
Dream Girl
by: Serenity
The chit chat of foreign voices. The smell of harsh chemicals. The
feeling of someones hands working on mine. Dreams are funny things.
Unfocused, fleeting. Sometimes though, you have dream like mine was
becoming. Almost too real, too exact. Too easy to believe. As the dream
fills in, it is obvious I'm somewhere I don't belong. The bright
fluorescents illuminate a nail salon like every other, filled with bright
colors, mirrors, and row after row of tiny bottles of nail polish. I'm
seated across from an attractive asian woman, but she seems unconcerned
with my presence. She just keeps on working on my right hand, preening
and buffing. She talks to her coworkers in a musical language I don't
understand. I watch as she shapes my long nails perfectly, neither one of
us caring how out of place they are on my large hairy hand. She asks me
in a heavily accented voice what color I would like, and I look to the
rack of colors, seeing the cutest pink....
The deep voice of Don Imus wakes me from my sleep, and I swing my head to
see the big LED display telling me that it is indeed time to get started
on another day. I stretch my arms and sit up, blinking the night away.
The strange dream still lingering in my mind, I began my routine. Morning
piss, warm up the shower, shave in the mirror, taking a minute to look at
my gut disapprovingly, then I undress and wash up. I squirted my Head and
Shoulders shampoo in my hand and began to lather my head. Working it into
the scalp, something began to register in my mind. Something wrong. The
sharp scratching on my head...I put my hands in the shower water and
rinsed off the soapy suds, eyes growing wide as I see long shapely
nai....Shit, the shampoo runs into my eyes, burning and blurring. I
hurriedly rinse off my face, eyes shut tightly as my hands feel
eachother, searching and confirming what my eyes saw for a half second. I
open my eyes again and look at my hands. My nails were so long, so out of
place, so very pink. And sparkly. What the fuck happened last night?
After drying off, I sat on the edge of the bed to think. I first thought
it must be a prank my roommate Dave must have done, but examining my
nails closely, I can tell they are real, and not fake. The shade of pink
is the same as the dream... How can this happen? The LED clock reminds me
I still have a job today, and nails or not, being late at my firm is
never a good move. I dug through my dresser and found my nail clippers
and got to work, cutting and shaping my nails back to normal length. Then
I grabbed my makeup case from beneath the bathroom sink and used my nail
polish remover to clean them up. It wasn't until I was placing the pink
little box back under the sink when I realized what I had just done. I
don't own a make up case. How the hell did I just use my make up case and
not notice something was wrong with that? Thinking on the morning, I
remembered pissing, shaving, hell scratching my ass with those nails and
not noticing...Was something wrong with my head? Am I going crazy? I
stared at myself in the bathroom mirror, panicking.
I rubbed my eyes, and almost started crying. I have to get it together, I
thought. That was when I saw my nails in the mirror, my long, shaped,
pink nails. Tears welling in my eyes from panic, I even saw the sparkles
appear on them like magic. I ran to my room, slamming the door.
I buried my head in my pillow, my mind locked in fear. When I heard my
roomate Dave ask through the door if everything was okay. He was the
typical lazy loser of a roomie I dreaded having, and with the lease
coming up I was looking forward to getting rid of him. I didn't want him
asking any more questions so I did the usual guy thing and grunted an
affirmative. I hoped that was enough to get rid of him. It was. I found
my cell, and called the office.
"Barry Stevenson's office, Mary speaking," came the soft voice of my
assistant.
"Hey Mary, I'm calling in sick today. You are going to have to cancel my
morning meeting."
"OH, dear. Are you okay?" Mary said.
No, I thought. Things are very not okay...
"Yeah, nothing but a touch of the summer flu, that's all....may be a day
or two."
"I'll clear out the rest of the day, sir. You take all the time you
need."
"Thanks Mary, you are a lifesaver."
I ended the call, and laid back on the bed, staring at my nails. The
sparkles catching the morning light. I don't know why, but I kind of
liked them. The sort of nails I would have liked on my dream girl. Still
staring at my hands I didn't feel it when my eyes shut and sleep fell in.
Thumping music. Heat. Darkness. People bumping me from all sides. I feel
the music right in my soul, and I am moving accordingly. My arms are
swaying, my hips gyrating, my back arching. I sip on my drink as I dance,
delicious and fruity. My favorite kind. I love how my new manicure
catches the rays of light. The nails looking so perfect on my long
fingers, accented with rings on most of them. Bracelets rattle on my
wrist as I feel someones hands grab my hip from behind, I look down and
see a strong hand wrap around my firm tight belly, rubbing on my belly
ring and pulling me into him. I can feel his arousal as I bend my face
to...
I shot out of sleep with a start. It was so vivid and real. I can still
taste my raspberry daiquiri on my breath. I don't want to check, because
I know what I'll find. I get out of bed and stand up. My boxer shorts
just falling off me and around my feet. My belly, my hips...so small now.
I looked so skinny... I pulled my boxers back up, only to have them fall
back down. Why was this happening to me? What did I do to deserve this? I
thought back on the dream, and the thought of that guy made my pulse
speed up. Was my head changing with my body? What else was changing? I
remembered my make up case this morning, and looked around the
room...everything looked the same...Bed with brown comforter. Dresser,
nightstand with Tom Clancy novel and copy of newsweek. Closet filled with
work suits and weekend outfits. Everything okay so far. I opened my
dresser and pulled out a pair of the cutest boyshort panties ever and
pulled them up, my bracelets rattling. I decided that I would think
better on a full stomach so I went to the kitchen for a snack.
I had cut a grapefruit in half, and was sprinkling sugar on it when Dave
walked in and opened the fridge. After pulling out a soda he looked at
me. Nodded his head and said, "Wassup, dude?"
Shocked I stuttered, "Nuthin".
Dave left the kitchen and fell into the couch and turned on the TV, and
began his usual afternoon of Sportscenter. How did he not notice my
changes? I must have lost, like, a hundred pounds. I didn't know whether
to feel relieved that he seemed to think this was normal, or pissed that
he didn't give me a compliment on my new tight abs... I sat on the other
end of the couch and ate my grapefruit, thinking about how to stop what
was happening. I was staring off into space, thinking on how I'll never
sleep again, when I noticed it wasn't space I was staring at. It was
Dave's crotch. I quickly looked at the TV, hoping he didn't notice. I
decided my room was the best place to be, and stood up.
"Hey B, can ya get me another Coke?" Dave asked.
"Sure thing," I said, as I went to dig in the fridge.
I handed him the drink and walked to my room, not noticing Dave staring
at my lacy panties the whole time.
That night I tried my best to stay awake. I watched TV, I listened to the
radio. I read my book, which was way more boring than I remembered. I was
so scared about what would happen If I dreamed. My own Nightmare on Elm
Street. I was playing with my belly ring when my eyes became too heavy to
hold up, and I slowly slipped away.
The roar of a crowd. Smell of grass. Music from a brass band. Someones
hand on my ass holding me up high. I pushed my pom poms up and lead my
squad in the halftime routine, loving the thrill of performing for the
crowd. As I effortlessly went from flip to spin to kick to cartwheel, I
reveled in game night. My grades were never the best, but this was
something I was good at. I loved dancing, I loved attention. I loved the
players as they run by, all muscle and grit. Tight perfect asses in dirty
white pants. I brushed my blonde hair from my face as I waved to the
crowd, and ran with the other girls down the field. The halfback spanking
my perfectly round ass as I ran by. "Way to go Bunni!" he yelled as I
spun around to blow him a kiss....
The sound of fast, thumping pop music woke me from my sleep. and the
bright LED display told me that morning had come. I did my morning
routine, piss, warm up the shower, look at my body in the mirror
approvingly, wash up, shave my legs and pits, wrap up my hair, and hurry
to my room before Dave wakes up. He was an okay roommate, but he was kind
of a slob, and was always spying on me when I dressed. It wasn't until I
had pulled on my Victoria Secret's PINK brand sweatpants that I
remembered what my dreams had been doing to me. How the hell could I
forget that I was being changed into a girl? I was so scared not only
because my body was changing, but that I would think everything was
normal, that the world around me was changing, and no one would notice...
I went back to the bathroom to take account of the damage. It is so hard
to know what's different, so hard to remember what I used to look like. I
know my hair is different. It was never this long, or perfectly blonde.
I'm also pretty sure that my ass got alot hotter. My legs were long and
firm, but I'm pretty sure they were always that way. I dunno. I scratched
my flat, hairless chest with my supercute nails. The only things left on
me to remind me I was a boy were my chest, my face and my cock. Looking
at my cock was strange. It was still the same thing I've seen my whole
life, but it gave me a strange feeling. A longing...I dunno, it's hard to
describe. I've never been too good with words anyway.
I heard Dave starting to wake up, so I hurried back to my room. I didn't
quite make it tho. He opened his door and just stared at me. I was
frozen, scared like a deer in headlights and stuff. He would totally know
something was up now. He just walked by me tho, saying "Good Morning, B"
and that was all. He scratched at his ass as he shut the bathroom door
behind him. It was crude, but still kinda cute. I went to my room and
shut the door. I flopped onto my fluffy pink down comforter and stared at
the ceiling. My whole life was changing. How was I ever going to go back
to the firm now. They so would be all OMG and stuff. I was scared, but
not as much as before...almost like something in me wanted to lay back on
my bed and sleep my way to hottie status. I shook my head, my still wet
hair rubbing my back. I have to stop thinking like this. Something was
doing this and I had to totally stop it. I was even thinking different. I
can't put my finger on it, but I, like, know it, you know? I went to my
mirrored vanity and stared at my face. It was still me, which was weird.
That face just didn't belong on this body. An old scruffy face on a tight
hot bod. So frickin weird.
I knew I had to call out another day, hell I had to quit, they would
never believe I was a lawyer and stuff.
I grabbed at my pink cell and called into to work.
"Mary's Desk, can I help you?" came Mary's voice.
"Hi Mary," I said, my hand racing to my throat. My voice! It had changed
too. It was high, it was breathy, it was sexy. It didn't sound too
bright. The voice of my dream girl.
"Hi hun, what's up?" she replied.
"I, like, need to take the day off. Is that okay?" How did she not notice
my voice? I sounded like a porn star, and Mary still thought I was me?
"Look, hun. I can cover you today, but this is the last time. You spend
too many nights out dancing and drinking, and if you can't commit to this
job, Bunni, I can find a receptionist anywhere." Mary hung up.
My jaw hit the floor. She called me Bunni. My life, my whole life is
being rewritten...What the hell is happening to me? Who am I? The room
spun around my head as I fainted, my hair spilled around my head, golden
blonde on soft pink.
Smoky air. Music. Sweat. A hand on my hips, the feeling of a hard cock
against my ass. I was back in the club, I thought. I was swaying my body
with timed precision, like I had danced all my life. I moved away from
the hand as I felt it tuck something in the thong undies. I stood up
tall, I squatted down, I spun, I kicked, I twirled around my pole. The
whole time, every eye was on me. Every guy's cock hard, because of me. I
pulled at the string bikini behind me as I strutted the stage, and let me
tits free. The crowd erupted in hoots and hollers as I shook them at the
leering guys. They were heavy, and so totally fake. But like, omigod,
were they worth it. The money I made with them, and the men! I had my
pick of them. My song was over and I walked off the stage, expertly
moving in my acrylic 8 inch heels. It was time for private dances, and in
no time I had a guy hooked, and I led him to a booth. I rubbed and
grinded on his cock, watching it grow. I so loved watching them grow, it
was sooooo cute. He grabbed at my titties, and while the my bosses
frowned upon that, they knew I was cool with it. I loved the attention. I
opened his pants, and giggled as I pulled out his cock. This guy was
really cute, and while I normally don't do this I couldn't help myself. I
squatted down, and took his dick into my plump red lips. Soon enough he
was coming and I swallowed every drop, my perfectly innocent looking
angel face smiled up at him, as a small line of come dribbled from my
chin...
The sun was almost down, and I woke up on the floor. How did I get here,
I thought as I pushed myself up, my tits hanging beneath me. I brushed
off some lint that had clung onto my left nipple ring, and reached into
my dresser for one of my custom bras. I clasped it on, and went to my
walk in closet to pick out an outfit, I pulled on my favorite vinyl mini,
and a cute little top. I threw on some casual shoes, just a 4 inch heel,
and looked in the mirror. My face could use some touch up, but it was
still pretty hot. I pushed up my boobs and walked into the living room,
to find Davey watching his Sports show. His T-shirt was all stained and
he was scratching his balls. Boys...They could be so gross and cute at
the same time, you know? He looked at me and I felt all melty, even if my
clitty got all hard and stretched against my skirt. Something was bugging
me a little, something about my dreams and stuff, but I dunno. I just
wanted to cuddle, so I leaned up against Davey, and pretended like I
cared about his show. I never could get sports. Even when I was a
cheerleader, I only did it to dance and look at guys.... I giggled, cause
that's still what I like. Probably why I do what I do. Davey is cool tho.
He totally likes having a stripper as a roomie. Plus the benifits! He was
staring at the TV, but his hands were all over my tits. Softly caressing
them and twirling around my huge nipples. I began to moan, and that got
his attention. He leaned over and kissed me, and while he wasn't like, my
bf or anything, I still get all warm inside from his kisses. He is so
good with his tongue. Like ohmigod is he good. And not just with kisses.
He began to kiss and suck at my nipples thru my shirt, nibbling at my
nips, getting me so very hot, and hard! My clit was straining at my
skirt, begging for release! I so hoped he was gonna go down on me like I
liked...but my cellie rang and I had to break us apart. As I answered it
Davey was nibbling at my neck making me giggle.
"Hello!" I said into my blinged out cell.
"Hey Bunni," said Mark, my boss.
"Oh, hi Mark," I said as I walked to my room, shutting the door.
"Hey Bunni, just calling to see if you were feeling better yet. I could
use you tonight. Tasha called out, and you are my number one dancer."
OMG. My world was spinning around as I realized what had happened again.
"I need more time, baby, I'm, like, so sorry."
I closed my cute phone and sat down. The fuck? I felt at my tittes, my
fake huge tits. I had just walked around in these, had my roommate feel
them up and not even cared? Hell I liked it! I felt like crying, but I
didn't want to mess up my mascara. So much about me has changed, I
couldn't tell anymore where my old self began...Was I always a slutty
stripper? What was I before? I couldn't think. I looked at my cute room,
with the big canopy bed, vanity and nightstand. Complete with a romance
novel and a cosmo. My vibrator nestled between them... I looked down at
my clitty...no my cock. That's right, I was a guy. I was so, totally a
man. I think I was a lawyer and stuff. But that seemed so strange. How
could a girl as dumb as me be a lawyer? I had always been meant to be a
dancer, stripper whatever.
I could remember more about being a high school cheer captain, than about
being a guy. What was my name? Dave used to call me B....maybe Bob, Bill?
I dunno. I like Bunni anyway. It's cute. See, there I go again. My mind
is almost all Bunni...I think I know now. If I go to sleep again, I'll be
all Bunni...the only thing left to change is my clitty, er, cock. I went
through my dresser, trying to remember what used to be in it. All I can
think of is my skimpy thongs, sexy bras...my nylons...my outfits for
dancing, The guys always loved my cop outfit, with my boobs pushing the
shirt apart. I can't stop thinking like this...I can hear Davey move on
the couch and think back to what the phone interrupted. I know I
shouldn't feel the way I do, I know I used to be a guy, but c'mon. My
body, my mind all of it was aching for one thing. And it was in the other
room, right in Daveys undies.
I primped my hair and swapped my casual house shoes for something a
little sexier, my red strappies. I sauntered over to Davey and just knelt
in front of him, I pulled out his cock, as he slowly played with my
blonde locks. I smiled as I looked at it. I knew it was the first time I
have looked at it, but it was also something I've done every
night...weird huh? As I slurped and sucked on him, I felt my cock, no my
clit begin to harden. I think being here in my element helps me think. I
mean, ohmigod, here I am, an absolute hottie, getting a delicious
mouthful of cock, happy as can be. What was I before? A icky hairy man?
With a boring job with books and stuff? I began to rub Daveys balls with
my smallish hands, with my perfect pink nails, trying to coax out his
load as fast as I can. I mean, I have a totally fun job, these wonderful
big fake tits, I know my mom was all mad that her little snowflake was a
slut, but you know, I always kind of was. I remember sucking cocks just
like Davey's, some bigger, some smaller, but all of them tasty, and from
as long ago as my freshman year. I mean, there was like so no way I'd
pass High School if I couldn't persuade my teachers, you know! Omg, if my
folks only knew! The only thing I haven't done is get fucked...I know I
could go my whole life with a dick in my mouth, just like now, but I had
a need...a desire to feel a cock inside me, that's what every girl wants
right? I know i sound like I forgot about my dreams and my change, but no
I think I get it now. I'm only a small nap away from the real me. Davey's
balls began to tighten as his cum began to coat my tongue. Yummy. I knew
I had to sleep, as soon as possible, but I had one more thing to do
before I did.
I stood up and pulled down my skirt, Davey knew what to do, and pulled my
clit from it's silky prison. As he lowered his head onto it, I began to
rub and pinch my nipples, moaning in pleasure. His tongue rubbing the
underside of my clits shaft was heavenly, and when he began to probe my
ass with a finger, my world began to crash in rainbows and sparkles. I
pumped my wide sexy hips as I pumped load after load of cum into Daveys
mouth. He stood up and kissed me, the taste of my clitjuice swapping
between us. So tasty. As I savored the taste of cum in my mouth I noticed
how cute Davey's ass was. I can't wait for morning.
I practically dove into bed, well, after changing into my teddy anyway,
and lotioning my legs and tits. A girl has to stay soft. And as I shut my
eyes my lips began to smile in anticipation of what would come...
Silk. Sweat. Smoky air. I could see the man behind me thru the mirror.
His strong hands had a lock on my hips, and he was feeding my pussy
right. I love it from behind, like especially with my mirror. It is SO
hot to see me get fucked, I mean really, my tits are so perfect, and my
face, my hair...mmmmm. My titties rock in rhythm as he begins to fuck me
harder. His hands grip tighter, almost painful, as I feel his cock twitch
and fill my cunt with cum. Goddammit, already? I wasn't even close to
cumming yet. The man pulled on his pants and belt and walked out of the
room, leaving some money on the nightstand. I stuck my finger in my pussy
and pulled out a glob of cum, and began to suck on it as I dialed my room
phone. The Madam answered and I told her I was ready for another. I began
to straighten up my clothes as I waited for the next John. Ever since I
got fired from the strip club for sucking off the customers, this was the
next best job I could get. The door opened and I noticed this one was
actually kinda cute...not that it mattered, all I really cared about was
their cocks. I got right to business, and began sucking him hard. Wasn't
too long before he was in my pussy. He liked it face to face, and was
sucking on my nipples as he banged away...oh, my. I think this time...Oh
god yes, oh..I so luv cumming, gawd is it good. My eyes cloud over with
lust and all I care about is fucking when I feel like this...I can feel
his cock rubbing my clit as my second orgasm came crashing....
My bright pink alarm clock woke me up....noon already. Working all night
meant sleeping all morning. I stretched my arms, making my tits strain my
teddy. I reached down and pulled my dildo out of my cunt. Must have
fallen asleep with it in there, jesus I can be a dummie. I stood up and
walked the bathroom, and sat down to pee. I took my shower, shaved my
legs, pits and puss, and lotioned up. I did my hair and makeup, and was
just putting on a microdress (for lounging around in) when Davey walked
out of his room. I loved having a roomie like him. All the fucking, and
no relationship worries. I mean one day yeah, I'm gonna marry a rich guy
and fuck him silly, and get taken care of like a dream girl should, but
for now I just like having fun. I sat on the couch and turned on my
cartoons as Davey came in and pulled out his cock, already hard. I just
cooed as he put that beautiful tool right in my pussy, filling me so
perfectly. I know being a hooker loosened my cunt a little but Davey was
so big, it didn't matter. He began to pump his fucktool in and out of my
sopping hole, and I could already feel my first orgasm of the day
building. Pulling at my nipples, rubbing my sides, I was lost in the
feelings. I was so totally built for this. Davey nibbled at me, licking
and sucking. OMG, does he fuck good. He whispered in my ear "I did this
to you Barry", and I have no clue what the fuck that meant, I mean, guys
say funny shit when they fuck me. I would know...I fuck enough of them.
Davey began to cum, and he pulled out. I knew what he likes so I dove
down on his wonderful tool, and began to drink the first of many loads of
the day, happy to be me. He cums so much tho, and some spills out onto my
big fake titties. I use my fingers to shovel it in my mouth. Like, what
can a girl say, boys make some yummy stuff!
"How was that?" Davey asked.
"Mmmm, Bunni liked it," was all I could muster. My voice all lollipops
and sex.
"Do you have my money, Babe?" And stood up and went to my purse, Pulling
out the money from last nights work from among all the little things a
girls needs...hmmm...100 bucks an hour, 40 goes to the house, 40 goes to
davey. I'm not good with math and stuff but leaves me with, like, twenty
bucks an hour and stuff. Like, can you believe it! A girl like me making
that kind of money? I am like always shopping, getting all the best
clothes and stuff. Just yesterday I got this kickass manicure. I just
love how it sparkles.
"Here ya go cutie! Did Bunni do good?" I squeeked at my hunky roomie,
already hot for another go round with his wonderful cock.
"Yeah Bunni, real good." Davey pinched my titty, making me shiver.
"You're a much better roommate now."
Like, whatever that meant, I was just happy to have his hand on my ass.
And as his cock began to grow (sooooo cute) and my cunt began to drip, I
began to think, you know. Dreams really do come true, like, you know?
Anastasia
- 22.01.2022
- 24
- 0
Sarah and Emily Sister Ponygirls
- 4 years ago
- 83
- 0
Programmed Ponygirl
- 4 years ago
- 69
- 0
