The new Mrs Harris Part 3
- 2 years ago
- 16
- 0
The New Mrs Harris Chapter 14 free porn video
I awoke the following morning to the sound of Allen getting ready in
the bathroom. Just like every single morning I woke up since the swap,
It took a couple of seconds for me to realise I was no longer in my
body. It was such a cruel thing to happen to me each day, as when I
dreamed I dreamed I was still Michael, and then when I woke up and
moved I had the awful realisation I was now in the body of a woman. It
was usually as soon as I moved, which would cause my huge tits to move
too, or my long hair in my face, or I would inadvertently scratch
myself with my nails. I rolled from my side onto my back, feeling the
enormous weight on my chest move uncomfortably, their heaviness making
it hard to breath. I steadied them with my left arm and then rolled
onto my other side, as they flopped down with a dull thud and I used my
hands to move them around so that I was at least comfortable. I felt
extremely horny too, and on a normal morning I would have been annoyed
that Allen had got up without fucking me, but it wasn't Allen that I
wanted to fuck me. It was Matthew. Allen finished up in the bathroom,
and came out and leaned over the bed to give me my morning goodbye
kiss. I tried to keep my mouth closed to avoid him slipping his tongue
in, but as he leaned over he brushed my hyper sensitive nipple with his
hand, causing me to take a sharp intake of breath just as he kissed me,
which upgraded it from a small peck to a full on french kiss. "See you
later, Princess," he said, and I tried to muster a smile as I said
goodbye.
As I lay in bed I was acutely aware of how wet my vagina was, I was
getting hornier by the minute thinking about Matthew. The inability to
make myself cum, and the complete reliance of a man to make me orgasm
was probably the cruellest of all the things i had to endure, Yes, I
hated my huge breasts, and how they dominated every aspect of my life,
and I hated my long nails which made my hands all but useless and
turned doing even the simplest of tasks into a major nuisance, and I
hated wearing female clothing, the uncomfortable heels, and having to
wear make up, but not being able to make myself cum was horrendous. I
reached over to the table beside my bed and picked up something else I
hated, but was now hopelessly addicted to. My cigarettes. I sat up on
the bed and lit a cigarette, instantly feeling a little bit calmer as
the horrible foul tasting smoke filled my lungs. I glanced at the clock
by my bedside, it had just gone seven thirty. If I was going to meet
Matthew for lunch, I'd need to start getting ready soon. I let out a
short bitter laugh at the thought of needing all that time to get
ready, but this was my life now, and there was nothing I could do about
it.
Thirty minutes later I found myself in the shower, armed with Allens
razor. I wasn't due back in the salon this morning, but my armpits were
a little stubbly and I felt a little stubble on my legs too. If things
went well with Matthew later I didnt want him to feel the stubble on my
body, so i decided I would have to shave. My idea of having a shave was
standing in front of the mirror shaving my face, not in a hot shower
soaping up my legs, and trying to grip the slippery razor with hands
topped with talon like nails, and my huge boobs flopping around in the
way every time I bent over, while my long blond hair hung in front of
my face. But eventually I managed to have myself silky smooth.
After my shower I got myself dried, and then sat on the edge of my bed
and spent an eternity combing through and drying my hair. With that
done, i went to my lingerie drawer to find some underwear. I never in
my life thought I would be happy or excited about wearing a bra, but
after the previous days uncomfortable experience without one, I
couldn't wait to put one on. I chose a matching cerise pink bra and
panty set. They were both satin, and I first hooked my bra at the front
before spinning it around and pulling it up, my huge boobs setting in
the soft smooth satin cups, as I pulled the elastic straps up over my
shoulders, immediately feeling my whole posture change as the shoulder
straps took the heavy weight of my large breasts. I quickly pulled my
panties on, always amazed by how little fabric they had at the front,
but then again, I had nothing there to contain any more.
I went to my wardrobe to find myself something to wear. My mind was in
turmoil, as my male self was repulsed by the thought of picking out an
outfit that would make me look as sexy as possible so that Matthew
might want to have sex with me, but my hormone ravaged body craved sex,
and the only way I could get the relief I desperately needed was to get
a man to give me that relief. I sifted through the rails and rails of
clothing in my wardrobe, looking for something I thought would look
nice but not too slutty. I tried on numerous dresses, before I settled
for a red peplum style top with a square cut neck, with a matching red
skirt that came to just below my mid thigh. I had read in one of the
women magazines that Mrs Harris had delivered to me, which suggested
that peplum style tops worked well for busty women like me because it
took some of the attention from my chest to my waist. The top was
extremely tight, and as i slid it down over the smooth material of my
bra I feared it might not fit, but once I had it down over my bust it
fitted well, even though a combination of my push up bra and the low
square cut neck left me staring down at a huge cleavage. "So much for
taking the attention away from my chest!" I thought.
I looked through my extensive shoe collection for a suitable pair of
shoes. I took a couple of pairs out, a pair of shiny red pumps with a
four inch heel, and a pair of red suede heels, that had a two inch
hidden platform at the front and six inch heels. I tried the pumps on
first, and as I was quite used to wearing that style of shoe they were
reasonably comfortable, well, as comfortable as any four inch heel
could be. I then slipped on the suede heels. They surprisingly weren't
as uncomfortable as they looked, the platform at the front meaning the
arching of my foot wasn't as severe as I thought. They also had a more
rounded toe which I generally found easier to wear. I also liked the
extra two inches of height I got back, so I settled for the higher
heel, and had a quick walk up and down to get used to them. I then sat
at my vanity table to do my hair and makeup. I used a lot more
foundation than normal to try and cover the small wrinkles around my
eyes and mouth. Over the last few months I'd got quite good at doing my
makeup, and had three or four different looks I could apply in around
thirty minutes. But I took extra time this morning, I wanted it to be
perfect. I gave myself smokey eye makeup and layered the mascara onto
my extra long false lashes, while using the same wet look bright red
lipstick and gloss combination that I had worn the previous day. I used
my hair straighteners and wore my hair down. I always felt I looked
younger with my hair down. As I stood and looked at myself in the
mirror, I thought I looked good, certainly younger than the 48 years I
was, which was just as well as my skirt and shoes were more suitable
for someone much younger. I looked like a stereotypical trophy
housewife. Except, I wasn't just a stereotypical housewife, I was a
desperate housewife, on my way to try and seduce a guy 15 years younger
than me in this body. I reached down the front of my top and adjusted
my boobs in my bra. I was ready to go.
I had decided to get a taxi to Matthews house. He only lived about a
mile from me, but my car was too noticeable and I didn't want anyone to
see it parked outside a strange house, and as much as I was ok walking
in these shoes, I really didn't fancy walking a mile in them! I grabbed
my handbag, and put in my makeup bag, my perfume, a spare pair of
panties, my cigarettes, lighter, and nail polish, as well as some femme
fresh. My taxi had pulled up on the drive, and placing the shoulder
strap of my handbag over my left shoulder, I wiggled and minced outside
and got into the car. It was only a short journey, but the taxi driver
seemed to spend more time staring at my legs or my cleavage, and I was
glad when the journey ended.
I got out and paid him, and then walked the short distance to Matthews
house, as I didnt want the taxi pulling up directly outside. I lit a
cigarette as i walked in a futile attempt to calm my nerves. Im a boy,
i kept telling myself, I shouldn't be doing this. But the click
clacking of my heels on the sidewalk, the tight skirt I was wearing,
the huge cleavage that wobbled with every step and greeted me as I
glanced down and the long blond hair blowing around my face reminded me
that I was no longer a boy. Not on the outside anyway.
I arrived at Matthews apartment, and having crushed the cigarette out
under my shoe, I checked myself in my compact, making sure my makeup
was still ok, and grabbed the hem of my short skirt and tried to yank
it down to cover a little more leg, but my grip was hampered by my
nails and I soon gave up. I took a deep breath and rang the buzzer for
his apartment. I stood waiting, anxiously looking around, shifting my
weight from one high heel to the other. After about twenty seconds I
heard a voice come through the intercom. It was Matthew, his deep
booming voice instant recognisable. "Hi Matthew, Its Janice," I said,
acutely aware of how feminine my voice sounded compared to his, and
cringing as I referred to myself by my female name. A few seconds later
the door opened and Matthew stood aside to let me in to his apartment.
It was a typical single guys apartment, a huge recliner chair was in
the middle of the floor facing an enormous television, which had been
paused mid game on his Xbox which was hooked up underneath. Matthew
took a seat on a couch and I sat beside him, placing my handbag on a
table located beside the couch.
Matthew was dressed in a pair of black jeans and black running shoes,
with a crisp red t-shirt. He seemed effortlessly comfortable in his
choice of clothes, unlike myself I thought bitterly as I crossed my
legs at the thigh. I felt so awkward and out of place, and despite the
horniness I felt, I was giving serious thought to making an excuse and
leaving. Matthew though started chatting and I started to feel at ease.
He went to the kitchen to get us drinks, but shouted through that the
was out of coffee and whether I wanted a glass of Coke, which I was
happy to take.
"I didn't think you would show up Janice," he said as he brought two
large glasses of cola through.
"Why?" I asked.
"Well, I never thought a beautiful woman like you would ever be
interested in someone like me." he said.
"You think I'm beautiful?" I asked surprised. "What do you normally
look for in a woman?" I continued.
Matthew smiled. "Well, to be honest, I'm a man who likes boobs, and
blondes, and I like feminine women who take pride in their appearance,
and to be honest, you pretty much tick every box." My heart sank a
little at being described as a feminine woman, but I suppose thats what
I was, regardless as to whether or not it was my choice. As he put his
glass on the table his hand brushed my bare leg, sending the same
feelings of pleasure through me as had happened the previous day.
I couldn't take the anticipation any longer. I had to make a move, I
held his hand and placed it on my thigh, loving how it made me feel.
Strangely, I really wanted to kiss him too, which was a first for me
since the swap as I had always hated the thought and action of kissing
another guy. Matthew didnt keep me waiting though, as he leaned in and
kissed me gently on my huge overstuffed bright painted lips, and it
felt magical. I pulled his t-shirt up over his head, revealing a chest
with thick black hair, which was in stark contrast to my bright red
talons as i ran them over his pecs. Matthew broke off from kissing me
and smiled.
"Now you've seen my chest Janice, I think it's only fair I see yours."
I smiled back and stood unsteadily in my heels, more from nerves and
anticipation than from their height. I pulled my top up over my head,
before folding it neatly and setting to beside my bag. I shook my long
blonde hair away from my face, and reaching behind my back I unhooked
my bra, and slid the straps from my shoulders before setting it on the
table. I was acutely aware that my nipples were sticking out and were
rock hard. "My God, the size of the those melons!" said Matthew as he
pulled me towards him, and i lowered my breasts to his face and gasped
as he took my right breast in his mouth, his teeth gently tugging my
super sensitive nipple. His rough hands ran over my body sending waves
of pleasure through me.
We kissed hard and passionately as he slid his hand up my thigh under
my skirt, and searched out the soft folds of my soaking wet pussy. As
his fingers traced my clit, it felt like small electrical jolts of
pleasure were pulsing through me. I had basically surrendered myself to
him now as he alternated between kissing my neck and sucking on my huge
breasts. He then stopped and took my hands, and led me to his bedroom.
I removed my skirt and panties and slid under the sheets, while Matthew
removed his jeans.
"Be back in a sec," he said as he went to the bathroom.
He returned about a minute later but didnt look happy.
"Janice, I don't suppose you have any condoms?" he asked, "I thought I
had some but I don't."
I replied that I hadn't and then tried to explain that if he was
worried about me getting pregnant, that I was too old, although nothing
terrified me more than the thought of getting pregnant. But he then
said that he always used them, and despite my best efforts of trying to
get him to not use one, he just wasn't willing to play ball. He lay
down on the bed, fondling my breasts which did nothing to help with my
levels of horniness. As Matthew had no car, and I had got a taxi to his
apartment, driving to a store was out of the question. I asked Matthew
if the store at the bottom of his street would have them, and he said
they would, but it was owned by his ex girlfriends family and he never
really went there, and certainly didn't want to go in to buy condoms,
as they had only recently split up.
I sat up in the bed and told him I would go get some. The thought of
going in and buying them as a woman filled me with dread and shame, but
my sex drive was so high at that moment that all rational thoughts were
getting over ruled. I put on my panties and skirt, and then went to the
living room, where under Matthews gaze hooked up my bra and put it back
on, before pulling my top on. I then grabbed my compact from my
handbag, and fixed my lipstick, which had become smeared and smudged. I
then stepped back into my heels and headed for the door.
"What does your ex girlfriend look like?" I asked as I walked towards
the door.
Matthew let out a short laugh. "You checking out the competition
Janice? If you see a woman there with red shoulder length hair, that
will be her," he replied with a smile.
I'm not sure why I wanted to know what his ex looked like, maybe he was
right and I wanted to check her out, but inexplicably I felt jealously
that he was with another woman, which shocked me. Why should I even
care!
I walked out the door and hurried down the path towards he street where
the store was located. I walked as fast as I could in my heels, and my
tits bounced around on my chest, my choice of bra that day was more for
how it looked than any practical reason, and I felt my shoulder straps
tug down sharply with each bounce. As I turned the corner to the street
where the store was, I was greeted with a sight I certainly did not
want to see. A group of work men were in the middle of digging up the
road and they were all sitting around having a break. I would have to
walk past them to get to and from the store. I was already ridiculously
over dressed for walking to the store, but what choice did I have.
I slowed my walking pace to try and minimise the bounce of my chest,
but I was also very aware that my nipples were poking through my dress
and clearly visible. As I approached them, I noticed another problem.
Because of the work they had been doing, the pathway was littered with
debris like stones and tools. Now if you are a guy wearing jeans and
sneakers, this is not an issue at all and not even something I would
have had to think about. But wearing the 6 inch platform heels as I
was, any uneven walking surface was a nightmare, a nightmare made worse
because whenever I looked down my view was obstructed by my own huge
cleavage. I slowly and carefully picked my way through the debris, but
did so to a barrage of catcalls from the workers.
Most of the shouts were about my humiliating large lips, or my chest,
and were usually followed by raucous laughter. I felt my face flush red
with shame. "Why are all men such assholes?" I thought to myself. I
finally made it through the mess the builders had made, and wiggled my
way towards the store to new shouts about the size of my ass. I felt
relief as I entered the store and the cat calls stopped.
The store wasn't overly large, and my high heels echoed loudly on the
tiled floor. I walked up and down the aisles of the store looking for
condoms, but just couldn't find them, before spotting them on display
behind the counter. I was going to have to ask for them! I walked to
the counter and was greeted by the woman I assumed was Matthews ex. She
was a plain looking woman, her red hair cut in a bob style, and
although she was slimmer and taller than me, she was flat chested and
wore no makeup. She was standing by the counter talking to a young guy
who was also working at the store. I recognised him straight away from
being a grade above me in school, his name was Nathan, and we once
played on the same soccer team. Just as I got to the counter one of the
workmen came into the store and stood behind me. "Can i help you miss?"
Nathan asked. I could feel my face burning with embarrassment as I
asked him for a packet of condoms. Nathan looked embarrassed by my
request too, but then looked straight at me and asked whether I wanted
ribbed or flavoured ones, or a pack that contained both? I wasn't sure
what do or say, and blurted out, "Both please," before I had a chance
to think it through. Nathan turned to get them while Matthews ex
girlfriend served the builder who had only come in for a bottle of
water. I looked up at him as he was getting served and it looked like
he was trying his best not to laugh. Because Nathan had to go and fetch
the condoms, the builder had already left the store by the time he
returned, no doubt hurrying off to tell his friends what I was buying.
When he returned I paid for them, put them in my handbag, hung my bag
over my left shoulder and left the store, my head in a spin and the
loud click clack of my heels on the tiled floor ringing in my ears.
Once outside I fished my cigarettes and lighter from my bag and lit a
cigarette, in an attempt to calm myself down, before starting to walk
back to Matthews apartment. The builders were predictably waiting for
my return. "Alright sugar tits, you get the ribbed ones for your
pleasure eh?" one of them shouted, which caused loud laughter from his
colleagues. "I bet you could do a lot of sucking with those lips
darling, do you want to practice on me?" shouted another. I tried to
hurry my walk only to be greeted by a remark to "be careful that my
massive tits didn't bounce out of my top." I then had to slow down as I
approached to carefully work my way around the debris on the ground
again. It was slow and awkward, but I eventually got through it. "Come
on blondie, show us your tits before you go!" another shouted as I
finally got past them and hurriedly wiggled my way up the the street. I
felt absolutely humiliated by the time I got back to Matthews
department, and I found I was really starting to hate men.
I got myself back into the apartment. Matthew opened the door wearing
only his boxing shorts, and pulled me in, his touch calming me down and
making my trip to the store worthwhile. He peeled my top up over my
head before kissing my neck, causing my knees to literally buckle in
pleasure, before he reached around undoing my bra and tossing it aside.
I kicked off my shoes and wriggled out of my tight skirt and Matthew
led me to the bedroom. I got out of my panties and slid under the
sheets and Matthew slipped n beside me, and continued to kiss me all
over and run his hands over my body, causing little waves of please
with every touch.
When his cock finally slipped inside me I came to a roaring orgasm
within seconds. Matthew seemed a little shocked and surprised but
continued to fuck me hard. My huge breasts bounced back and forward
almost into my face with each of his thrusts, and I found myself using
both hands to try and hold them steady as Matthew fucked me, I came
three more times before Matthew did, the final time I came the orgasm
was so powerful and long i almost passed out with the pleasure, and my
screams and moans made it clear to anyone within earshot that I was
having the time of my life.
When we were finished, instead of doing what I normally did after ex
with Allen and retreating to the far end of the bed away from his
touch, I shifted myself over towards Matthew, wrapping my smooth right
leg around his rough hairy leg and I snuggled right next to him, my
huge soft breasts pressing up against his hairy chest. I stroked his
back with my long nails and we kissed and cuddled. It felt wonderful,
but my mind was in turmoil. I hated myself for enjoying how he made me
feel, and felt I was now more accepting of my womanhood. All I could
think about was wanting to please Matthew sexually. It was as though
nothing else mattered. And with that thought I started to make a move
under the sheets, massaging Matthews cock until it was hard before
ducking under to pleasure him with my new lips. I never even bothered
with the flavoured condom. I wanted to taste him in my mouth. What the
hell was happening to me! It was almost like Matthew was a drug, and I
was an addict!
Lynne
- 10.06.2021
- 10
- 0
The new Mrs Harris Part 4
- 4 years ago
- 16
- 0
The new Mrs Harris chapter 10
- 2 years ago
- 16
- 0
