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Mind Swapping
by Carol Collins
Chapter 23
Tuesday morning, I awoke in bed with one of Tom's arms around me. I
decided that this would not be a bad way to start every day. I quietly
got out of bed and went to the bathroom. I remembered what Barbara had
said about wearing a tampon as soon as I got up this morning. I opened a
package and used the applicator to insert it into my vagina. It was most
humiliating!
I washed my hands and put on Tom's blue dress shirt that I had worn
Sunday. Then, I went to the kitchen to fix Tom and myself some
breakfast. I started a pot of coffee, made some french toast and found
some honey and orange juice. I poured a cup of coffee and carried it to
the bedroom. Tom was still sleeping as I bent down to kiss his lips. He
smiled and mumbled, "Good morning, Sweetheart." I said good morning as
he opened his eyes. He sat up in bed and I handed him his cup of coffee.
"You'll spoil me." After his preformance last night, I wanted to spoil
him.
I told him that I had breakfast ready and he got out of bed. We sat in
the kitchen and ate. After last night, we were both hungry. He had to go
to work and I had to go to classes. It was agreed that I would meet him
where he worked after my classes were over. He gave me directions to his
office building. I was to drive his Range Rover. He said it already had
the automatic garage door opener for both his garage at home and work. I
could park in the basement garage in town.
I took a bath as Tom used the shower. I stood in front of the bedroom
mirror as I applied my make up and styled my long blonde tresses. Tom
was already dressed as I put on my black satin garter belt, long black
silk stockings, black high heel shoes, black satin panties, black satin
underwired brassiere, black satin half slip and black pull over jersey
dress. I buckled a black belt around my tiny waist to show off my figure
better. As I was told, if you got it, flaunt it.
Tom had sat on the side of the bed as I dressed. He was very handsome in
his custom tailored suit. He said, "I want to watch you getting dressed
every morning so that I'll known what to look forward to peeling off
that gorgeous body at night. Actually, I've got a hard on right now."
I knew that since it was my time of the month, our options were limited.
However, I couldn't let him leave the house with a raging hard on. I
walked over to him and kissed his lips as my hand fondled his hard cock
through his trousers and boxer shorts. I unzipped his pants and reached
inside to pull his nine inch cock out into the open. The fingers of my
small hands stroked up and down over his stiff tool. I dropped to my
knees and licked around the domed head of his penis. I kept my eyes
shifted upwards so that I could watch Tom's face as I wrapped my lips
around the head of his hard cock.
Tom whispered to me, "Suck it. Suck my cock until it shoots down your
lovely throat." I began to move my head forward and back as I swallowed
more and more of his long hard cock. He moaned and his fingers wrapped
around the back of my head to pull my head farther down on his cock. I
pushed forward and swallowed his entire cock down my throat. Up and down
my head went until he tightened his grip on my head and pulled my mouth
all the way down onto his cock and held it there as he shot spurt after
spurt of cum down my throat. I gulped each one down into my stomach.
Finally, he released me and I quickly pulled up to gasp in some fresh
air. He apologized for holding me down for so long as I licked a drop of
cum from the head of his cock. He stuffed his softening penis back into
his pants and we left to go in our separate directions.
Barbara and I had the same classes. When I sat down next to her, she
asked me how my first night in my new home had gone. I told her,
"Great!" Our instructor began her lecture and I did not have time to
elaborate. Between classes, I asked her some questions about menstrual
cycles. She told me that my cycle would probably last until Friday. At
least, I thought, I would be able to enjoy the weekend.
After classes, I told Barbara bye and got into the Range Rover. It was a
nice sport utility vehicle. I found the office building without any
difficulty and the underground garage door opened when I pushed the
right button. I found a parking space on the upper level and pushed the
remote control for the door locks and burglar alarm as I walked to the
elevator.
There were three workmen already on the elevator when I got on. One of
them whistled as I pushed the twenty seventh floor button, turned around
and faced the door. A moment later, I felt a hand on my bottom. I was
shocked at how brazen this man was! I tried to ignore it, hoping that it
would go away. It didn't. I turned my head to look over my shoulder. One
of the men had moved to stand close behind me. I could feel his hand
squeezing and massaging my left buttock. He had a full black beard,
appeared to be in his early thirties and he, as well as his companions
had smiles on their faces.
The three men had crowded so close to me that I had no where to go. I
looked up at the floor indicator. We were only passing the forth floor
as I felt another hand on my right buttock. It seemed as if the elevator
was moving very slowly as his hands squeezed my bottom. Feeling hands
massaging the knit jersey dress material across the satin covering of my
half slip and panties wasn't at all unpleasant, though. I wondered if
this happened to all women. I wanted to tell the men to keep their hands
to themselves, but, I was too embarrassed. The man behind me mistakenly
interpreted my silence for permission to go farther.
The two hands on my bottom cheeks slid around to the sides of my hips as
the bearded man moved up against my bottom. I looked up at the floor
indicator to see that we were passing the tenth floor. I could feel an
upright hard cock between the cheeks of my ass as the hands on the sides
of my hips pulled me back, forcing my bottom back against the hard cock.
I could feel his breath on the back of my neck as he humped his pants
covered cock against my rounded bottom. I had sucked Tom's cock this
morning without having an orgasm myself. I now found myself becoming
excited as he wiggled his big stiff cock between my satin covered ass
cheeks.
We were just passing the fourteenth floor when his left hand moved to
cup my right breast. My nipple was already hard and he
immediately began to pinch it through my dress and brassiere. His right
hand slid down over my flat belly to cup my pubic mound. His fingers
massaged the jersey material, satin slip and satin panty fabric across
my shaven vagina lips. The gasping moan that escaped from my lips
encouraged the unknown bearded man to massage my clothing covered pussy
more vigorously. His fingers on my nipple and clitoris pinched and
rubbed back and forth. He made me cum in only about a minute.
I looked up to see that we had just passed the twenty fifth floor as I
returned to my senses. The other two men had moved to stand beside me.
One had taken the hem of my skirt and slip in his hand and had raised
them to reveal to them that I wore a garter belt and stockings. The
bearded man's hands were now both on my tits while the other two had
their hands under my dress, fondling my satin covered pussy and ass. I
realized that if I didn't get away from them quickly, they would take me
somewhere and screw my brains out. It was the wrong time of the month
for that. Besides, I am an engaged woman.
We had finally reached the twenty seventh floor and the door opened. I
tore loose from the three pairs of groping hands and rushed through the
door. My high heels made clicking sounds on the marble floors as I put
some distance between the elevator and myself. One of the men called
after me, "Hey, Baby! Don't just cum and run! We got you off, what about
us?"
I stopped, tugged the hem of my dress down over my bared thighs above my
stockings and turned around. The horny look on their faces made me
smile. "Maybe next time, fellahs." I turned and walked down the hallway,
swaying my hips a little extra to tease them a little more. I heard a
few lewd comments and the elevator door closed. I turned to see that
they were gone. It had certainly been a memorable experience.
I entered the advertising agency's office and asked the receptionist if
I could see Tom Collins. She asked me if I had an appointment. I told
her my name and she said that I was expected. She personally escorted me
down a corridor to Tom's private secretary's office. Her name was Alice
Cantrel. An attractive blonde somewhere in her thirties. She was dressed
in a dark blue business suit. She introduced herself and we shook hands.
She pressed a button on her desk and spoke into an intercom, "Mr.
Collins, your fiancee is here." Three seconds later, a door opened and
Tom entered the room.
Tom was smiling as he said, "I'm glad you arrived! Come into my office."
As soon as the door closed behind us, he had me in his arms and my arms
were around his neck as we kissed. My body was still tingling from the
orgasm that the bearded man in the elevator had given me. I pressed the
front of my body tightly against Tom as our kiss continued. Tom broke
the kiss to say, "Daryl called a few hours ago. He said that your photos
came out great. He believes that he has several shots that the soft
drink company will want. A courier will deliver the prints anytime now."
As if on que, the intercom came on and Alice announced that a package
had just arrived. Tom told her to bring it in. He opened it and smiled
when he showed the photos to Alice and me. Alice said, "These are
beautiful." She smiled at me and added, "If you don't get the contract
with these, I'll be surprised."
Tom pushed another button on his desk and spoke into the intercom, "Dad,
if you have a moment, come to my office, I want you to meet your future
daughter in law." A man's voice replied that he would be here in a
minute. I felt nervous. I was about to meet Tom's father. What if he
didn't like me? Tom said, "Don't worry about Dad. His bark is much worse
than his bite."
Alice left as Tom's father came into the room. Edgar Collins was in his
late forties, a little grey around the temples and a little heavier than
Tom. At least now, I knew what Tom would look like in twenty years. He
looked me up and down, finally looking me in the eyes and said, "So, you
are the Carol that my son has gone crazy over." I smiled, but said
nothing. "Well, at least you're pretty. That's a great start. Tom tells
me that you're a psychology major at the university. What year are you
in?"
"I'm a sophomore, sir," I said.
"Well, a pleasant voice, too." Edgar Collins saw the photos on Tom's
desk and picked them up one at a time. He studied them for several
minutes before he spoke, "Tom, you'd better marry the girl so we can get
an exclusive on her contract." Then he looked at me again and said,
"Young lady, would you be willing to sign a five year contract?"
I didn't know what to say. Tom interrupted, "We can discuss the contract
and salary later. How about us going out for dinner tonight so that you
can get to know each other better?" Edgar Collins asked Tom and me to
come to his penthouse about seven for dinner. I could meet Tom's step
mother, Sheila Collins. The attire would be semi formal.
Edgar Collins extended his hand to me and said, "Pardon my gruff
exterior. I usually have more manners. When my only son, who is also my
only child, says that he has asked a person that I haven't even met to
marry him, I became very concerned. I mean no disrespect toward you." I
shook his hand and said that I understood perfectly. He smiled and said,
"Welcome to the family. Call me Edgar and I'll call you Carol." I was so
happy that I kissed him on the cheek. He was smiling as he left the
room.
Tom threw his arms around me and said, "You were marvelous. I can tell
that Dad likes you." Then he added, "I need some time to prepare a
presentation for our client. I'll be home at five thirty. We'll leave to
go to Dad's at six thirty. You can meet Sheila. She's not much older
than me. You two have a lot in common." He kissed me and said, "Now
scoot. Take that cute ass of yours out of here so I can concentrate on
this project. I've got work to do." He patted my bottom as I walked
toward the door.
I left the office and looked before I got on the elevator this time. I
certainly didn't want to meet up with those workmen again. In the Range
Rover, I used the car phone to call the beauty salon to see if Marie
could work me into her schedule. She could, so I headed for the mall.
Marie was glad to see me. She went into the private dressing room with
me and helped me remove my dress. She ran her hands over my satin
covered breasts and kissed my lips. "I want to thank you for introducing
me to Linda. My husband climbs on top and shoots his cum inside me
before I ever get a chance to cum. Linda made me reach the big O about
ten times. Can I return the favor. I'll eat you here and now if you want
me to." I told her it was the wrong time of the month. She understood.
She said, "Seeing you in such sexy lingerie turns me on so much. My clit
is so hard, I could use it as an ice pick." She lifted my slip to see my
black satin garter belt and panties. Her hands were shaking with tension
as her eyes gazed into mine. I rationalized that I didn't want her
working on my hair with shaking hands. I went down on my knees and
lifted the hem of her smock. Marie wore pantyhose. I hooked my fingers
in the waistband and pulled them down. She whispered, "Oh yes, I need to
have a cum!" Her moist pussy was shaven smooth like mine. "Linda shaved
it for me Friday night. I told my husband that I had done it to wear a
bathing suit at the tanning parlor."
I leaned forward and kissed Marie's bare vagina lips. She sighed. Then,
I licked her wet slit from the bottom to the top. She gasped. I ran my
tongue as deep as it would reach into her vagina. She moaned. I brought
my tongue up to her clitoris and licked it back and forth very quickly
for a couple of minutes. She came. I pulled her pantyhose back up and we
kissed again. Her tongue reached into my mouth in search of any of her
own juices. She calmed down and helped me into my smock.
We left the dressing room. She washed and set my hair into an up swept
style that was truly beautiful. Marie never stopped smiling the whole
time that she worked on my hair. She finished with my hair and we went
back to the dressing room where she helped me back into my dress. A good
bye kiss later, I paid my bill and was on my way out the door.
I passed an exclusive dress shop and saw a beautiful dress in the
display window. It was made out of a gold lame material that was form
fitting. It had a long skirt that reached the ankles but had a split up
the back that reached above the knees. The back zipper went from the
high neck to the buttocks in back. I tried it on. It fit as if it had
been custom made for me. I bought it. Plus, a matching purse and shoes.
It cost several hundred dollars, but tonight was important.
Tom arrived home at five thirty five. I had just gotten out of the bath
tub. I had shaven my under arms, legs and vagina. I had also put in a
fresh tampon. He took a shower as I put on my make up and did my nails.
I used some of the tricks that the make up woman that worked for Daryl
had used. I was glad that I was a fast learner. I had just put on a pair
of flesh toned silk stockings with an elastic lace band around the tops
so that I wouldn't have to wear a garter belt under the form fitting
dress, when Tom walked out of the bathroom.
Tom whistled as I stepped into the white lace panties and pulled them up
over my silk hose covered legs. I tugged them into place over my vagina
and buttocks. My big breasts wobbled from side to side as I picked up
the white lace strapless brassiere. Tom said, "We could stay home
tonight. You can meet Sheila anytime." I knew what the horny devil had
in mind. I reminded him that it was my time of the month. "The way I
feel when I see you dressed this way, I don't care." I told him that
when we got home, I would take care of him. He said, "Well then, the
sooner we leave, the sooner we get back." We finished getting dressed.
Edgar and Sheila Collins lived in a penthouse on top of the office
building where their advertising agency was located. I commented on the
coincidence and Tom said, "Its no coincidence. Dad owns the building.
Its called The Collins Building." Tom had used a special key in the
elevator and we got off on the twenty ninth floor, which was the
penthouse. The entire top floor was used as his father's and step
mother's penthouse.
I was impressed. Their home was truly palatial. A uniformed maid met us
and escorted us into the living room. One wall was glass and looked down
on the city. I was so engrossed with the view that I didn't even notice
that a red headed woman in her early thirties had entered the room. I
heard a soft feminine voice say, "I never tire of the view, day or
night. There's always activity and yet its to far away to be annoying."
I turned to see who had spoken.
Sheila Collins was a beautiful woman by anyone's standards. She wore a
green off the shoulder cocktail style dress. The green color of her eyes
was matched by her emerald necklace and earrings. She gave me a friendly
smile as she said, "You must be Carol. Edgar has already told me all
about you." She kissed my cheek and added, "Welcome to the family." I
thanked her. She took me by the hand, led me to a sofa where we sat down
and she said, "Tom go hurry your father. Carol and I have some girl talk
to do." Tom excused himself and left the room.
Sheila said, "Tom is usually such a planned person, when he told us that
he had asked a girl to marry him, it was such a major surprise. No one
else had even met you. He had only mentioned your name once or twice.
You have really put a spell on him." She smiled, "You don't practice
witchcraft, do you?"
I told her no. I explained about how we had met at a restaurant where
two of my friends and I had gone to eat supper. I told her about how he
had asked me if he could give me a ride home and how my friends had
encouraged me to ride home with him. I omitted the part about how he had
made love to me in his car. Then I told her about how we had supper at
the night club restaurant. She knew it very well, it was the one that
the advertising firm used for business dinners. I told her how I thought
that Tom was someone very special and that I had fallen for him. When
Tom had returned from London, I had realized how much I had missed him.
When he had asked me to marry him, I couldn't refuse. I also left out
the part about how I had been a man before the memory transfer
experiment.
Sheila gave me an approving nod. "Have you set a date for the wedding?"
I said no. She continued, "Edgar said that your photos were good enough
for you to earn a very comfortable living as a model." She looked over
her shoulder and saw that we were still alone. "I was Edgar's personal
assistant when he divorced Joyce, Tom's mother. Edgar and I had been
having an affair already when he asked me to marry him. I sometimes
still fill in at the office when some one is out sick or takes a
vacation. It keeps life from being too boring. Enough about me. Tell me
about you."
I told her about Carol's childhood. Growing up in a small town where my
father owned the largest bank in town. I told her about how I was a
sophomore at the university majoring in psychology. We became good
friends in the ten minutes that it took for Tom and his father to join
us.
Edgar fixed cocktails for us as we waited on supper. I continued to sit
beside Sheila and she held my hand part of the time that Edgar was
asking me questions about myself. It felt good to know that Tom loved me
and Sheila was my friend already. I also decided that Edgar liked me,
too. Supper turned out to be very enjoyable.
On the ride back to the condo, I leaned my head against Tom's shoulder
as we held hands. Tom asked, "Do you want a big church wedding or a
justice of the peace?" I hadn't given it any thought.
I replied, "Perhaps, my mother should make that decision." I had
remembered that most mothers wanted to give their daughters a big church
wedding. Inger Phelps had casually mentioned something about wedding
plans when Carol had first moved in with me. I thought it very
diplomatic of me to let her decide now that I, whom she thought was her
oldest daughter, was getting married. Then, I remembered, I hadn't told
my new parents that I was getting married.
We arrived home and Tom unzipped the back of my dress for me. He kissed
the side of my neck as he slipped the dress off my shoulders and it fell
to puddle around my feet. I turned in his arms and placed mine around
his neck as we kissed.
I untied his tie and unbuttoned his shirt. He slipped his jacket, shirt
and tie off as I unzipped his trousers and unbuckled his belt. His pants
fell around his ankles. I put my small hand inside the opening of his
boxer shorts and gripped his semi hard penis. I pulled it out into the
open and stroked it a few times. It became long and hard. I looked up
into his eyes and smiled.
I said, "I told you that when we got home that I would take care of
you." I dropped to my knees and kissed the head of his nine inch cock. I
watched the look on his face as I went down on him. He moaned out that
he had never been given head the way that I did. I rewarded his
compliment by deep throating his cock all the way down my throat. He
could only moan and make incoherent noises after that. A couple of
minutes later, he shot a bucket of cum down my throat and I made sure
that I got every drop.
As we curled up in bed together, he said, "This weekend, I'm going to
screw your brains out."
I replied, "This weekend, I'll help you screw my brains out." He
chuckled and hugged me closer as we went to sleep.
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