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A warning first: This is not a sweet or sentimental story; it's a sex story. It also involves some crass stereotypes and naughty language. If you're looking for a story where the main character becomes a beautiful woman with the body of a stripper then this isn't it. This is something else. Enjoy! Blue Wicked By Miriam Grey The Ship squatted in the middle of the estate like a concrete toad. A single storey pub with a flat roof and no redeeming features whatsoever it looked nothing like a ship and was over a hundred miles from the sea. It was probably a classy establishment back in the sixties when brutal architecture was all the rage but now it was showing its age. Inside, the brass fixtures were scratched and tarnished with years of wear and the wrinkles and cracks in the vinyl seats matched the faces of the clientele who slumped in them. I held my glass up to my hazy reflection in the mirror behind the bar. The last of the bubbles in the thin, tasteless beer floated listlessly to the surface. I was twenty-five, all alone in the world and I was celebrating. "Happy birthday to me." I used to love birthdays, I'd get together with a group of friends, we would drink far too much, go to a nightclub and see what happens next. If I was lucky I'd wind up in bed with a strange girl. If I was unlucky then I'd wake up in my own bed clutching the remains of a kebab. To be honest, that was the template for most of my weekends back when I was young as well but now I'd reached the grand old age of twenty-five and real life had sucked all the fun out of Birthdays. I drained the glass and waved it at the thickset guy with the walrus moustache behind the bar.. He nodded to me then reached for a clean glass, polishing it with the grimy bar towel he kept slung over his shoulder. After he'd finished dirtying up the fresh glass he filled it with more of the weak beer and placed it in front of me. I handed him the cash and took another mouthful of beer. He didn't ask my name, which was Jack, and he didn't ask me whether I was new to the area, although I was. He barely engaged with me at all other than to hand me beer and take my money. That was fine with me, The Ship clearly wasn't that kind of place. Still, it was within walking distance of my new apartment and since I'd only lived in the area for a couple of weeks I figured that I should stay local before I made my way out to the unknown parts of the city. This was the third time I'd moved to a new city since graduating. The first time was for love, the second was to get away from the wreckage of that love. This time I was moving for money; a new job with a good company, the kind of place that had prospects. It was the end of my first week and I was exhausted with the effort of making a good impression so The Ship, undemanding, slightly seedy, was the perfect place. I was out of my apartment, away from the still packed cardboard boxes that contained the detritus of my life, but I didn't have to worry about actually being sociable. Or at least that had been the plan. I heard her before I saw her, a raucous cackle of a laugh that made me cringe inside as I turned and saw her silhouetted in the doorway. Short, and round was my immediate impression as I watched her wave someone off and then step into the bar. As the door closed and my eyes adjusted I got a better look at her and the word 'chav' swam to the front of my mind. She was short, overweight and wearing a tight neon pink dress that barely contained her enormous breasts. I couldn't help staring as she walked up to the bar, balanced precariously on pink patent heels that must have added another six inches to her height. A flash of panic crept over me as I realised that she was walking right over to where I was standing at the bar and I looked away, focussing intently on the weak beer like it had suddenly become the most important thing in my life. I tried to keep an eye on her in the mirror as she approached and within a few short moments she was standing next to me. I could smell the cheap perfume she was wearing, something sweet and floral mixed with cigarette smoke and decided that maybe this wasn't the right place to celebrate my birthday after all. I was clearly outside their demographic and I should maybe just drink up and head home to watch Netflix and have a lonely wank before bed. "'Ello 'Arry! Been busy? Give us a bottle of Wicked will you?" Her accent was full estuary english, practically a cockney and she was a little husky from the cigarettes. I watched as the barman bent down to grab a bottle of something blue from one of the fridges and pop the cap before handing it over to her and taking her money. She took a long swig and sighed. "Cheers darlin' it's been a fuckin' long week." Harry mumbled something incomprehensible and shuffled off to the other end of the bar to run a dirty rag over some clean glasses in an attempt to make them fit in. "Miserable old bastard," she mumbled under her breath and then I felt it, like something heavy suddenly pressing down as the weight of her attention fell on me. I was still staring intently into my pint glass but I felt the warmth of her body as she turned to face me and my gaze was dragged around to meet hers. I blinked and found myself looking down at her vast cleavage. "Oi, me eyes are up 'ere darlin!" I felt a heat in my cheeks as I realised I was blushing and tore my gaze away to look at her face. She must have been pretty at one point but that was about twenty years and a hundred pounds ago. She had a round face with a button nose and laughter lines around her eyes. Her skin was almost orange from fake tan and her makeup was thickly applied in an effort to cover up the wrinkles around her eyes. Her lips were painted in a bright glossy red that probably hadn't been fashionable for a long time. She laughed her raucous laugh again and gave me a wink. "Don't worry darlin' I don't mind! It's not often I get a good looking young man starin' at me tits these days!" She pushed out her chest a little and grinned "Go on, have another look if you like." She held out a delicate hand with long, pink fingernails and cheap looking gold rings on every finger "I'm Kat, pleased to meet ya." On autopilot I grasped her hand and gave it one of my standard business handshakes; light to medium pressure, up, down, back to centre and then release. The collection of bangles on her wrist rattled together as we shook. "Um... Yeah... I'm... Uh.. Jack?" She was still holding my hand and I was feeling even more uncomfortable until she finally let me go, reaching for her bottle of blue alcopop and taking another swig. "So now that we're properly introduced, what are you doing in this shithole? I've been comin' 'ere for years but you're new ain't you?" She had a strange look in her eyes as she appraised me and I took another gulp of beer, hoping to finish it and get out before things got anymore awkward. "Yeah, I'm new here." I nodded. "I just started a new job and it's my birthday today so I..." Her face lit up with a huge grin and she turned to look at the barman. "Oi, Harry! Get us another couple of Blue Wickeds will you? It's his birthday!" she shouted, forcing Harry to put down a glass with a sigh and reach back into the low chiller. I quickly drank the last of my beer and put it on the bar, shaking my head and holding my hands up. "No, no don't worry I should probably be going soon anyway..." but I was too late as the two bottles of fizzy blue drink were placed on the bar next to us and Kat reached across to pay before grabbing them and holding one out to me. I took it and gave her a weak smile "... Um... Thanks." "My pleasure darlin', welcome to the neighbourhood! And happy birthday to you!" She held her bottle out at an angle and I gently tapped the base of mine against hers. "Cheers! Up yer bum!" she said and took a big gulp. I followed suit and put the bottle to my lips, taking a mouthful. It was cold and sweet and had the same artificial fruit scent as her perfume. Maybe this was all she drank and now it just seeped from her pores, who knew? I only knew that I was stuck in the bar for the duration of another drink. "Cheers!" I said, grimacing after swallowing the sugary mouthful "And thanks, I appreciate it." "Well you can show me how much you appreciate it by keeping me company for a bit, it's dead in here right now and I fancy a good chat." She took my hand in hers and dragged me over to a booth at the opposite side of the bar. She pushed me in before she sat down opposite, dumping her half- drunk bottle and her pink, patent handbag on the table. She shuffled around on the cushioned vinyl seat, tugging at the hem of her dress before moving up to adjust her huge, soft tits. I realised I was staring at them again and I tried to look her in the eye but she just winked at me and took another drink from her bottle. "Alright, so tell me the full story; what's a nice young lad like you doing here on your birthday when you should be out with yer mates or shaggin' some young tart?" She grinned at me and took another drink, throwing her head back and pushing out those tits of hers again so I couldn't help looking. I blushed as I realised I was actually wondering what it would be like to sleep with this fat old slag and reached for my drink as I started to give her my life story so far. I'll say this for Kat, she was easy to talk to, or maybe it was the drink but before long I'd told her so much about myself she probably knew more about me than anyone at my new job. I glanced around and saw that the bar was starting to fill up around us. Judging by the clientele I was the youngest person here by a few years and judging by their outfits I was probably earning more than most of them too. I drank another mouthful of Blue Wicked and looked at the almost empty bottle, it was nearly time for me to make my excuses and leave. Just as the thought popped into my head though Kat slammed her bottle down on the table and started digging into her handbag, bringing out a half-crushed pack of cigarettes and a disposable lighter. "Here, look after me stuff, will ya? I'm just off for a fag." She stood up and edged out of the booth before weaving her way through the thin crowd and out to the door of the bar where the smokers congregated outside. I realised I was staring at her fat arse as she walked away, mesmerised by the way it jiggled and rocked with every mincing step she took in her ridiculous pink heels. Once she was out of sight it was like a spell had been lifted, what the hell was I doing here on my birthday chatting to this fat chav who was old enough to be my mother? I drank the dregs of the Blue Wicked and readied myself to make my excuses and leave once Kat returned. After a couple of minutes of checking messages on my phone and staring into space I heard that familiar laugh and turned to see her walking back to the table, I groaned as I saw she held a bottle of Blue Wicked in each hand. She put one in front of me and sat back down again, her soft tits jiggling as she adjusted herself. "Your round next, eh Darlin'?" She smiled and I nodded, realising that I'd probably missed my chance to escape for at least another hour. I drank another mouthful and sighed, at least the alcohol was helping me to feel more relaxed and at home even if this place was a dive. As we drank and talked our way through the next round I even started to enjoy the perfumed, sugary taste of the Blue Wicked so it seemed perfectly natural to order another two bottles when it was my turn. I made my way back to the booth and put one in front of Kat then sat back in my seat, shuffling a little to get more comfortable and giving my T-shirt a tug here and there before we picked up our drinks and clinked the bottles together. We kept talking about life and work and I found myself telling her all about my new job, exactly what I did and how it all worked. She seemed fascinated and took it all in, asking questions and nodding along. Then I managed to move the conversation to her life, or at least I think I did. Maybe she just allowed it to move. Still, I found out that she was older than she looked, almost fifty in fact, and that she'd had a string of relatively low-paid jobs working in various shops and bars. She was divorced but no kids although it wasn't for want of practice and she laughed as she said that. She was still on good terms with her husband and he came round every now and then to give her a 'good seeing to' as she put it. It must have been the alcohol or maybe it was the lighting but Kat was starting to look more attractive, her wrinkles and laughter lines seemed to have faded over the evening but that was impossible. I looked toward the door and saw that night had fallen outside so maybe that was it. No harsh sunlight was making its way in so we were left in the dim glow of the bar's lighting. That and my blurry vision from the amount of alcohol in my system. I shook my head and reached for the bottle, my cheap gold rings tinkling against the glass as I picked it up and took another mouthful. After the life conversation we were both empty and it was Kat's round again. She took her wallet and stood, disappearing into the crowd in the vague direction of the bar. I sat and drank the dregs of my bottle of Blue Wicked. I absentmindedly rubbed a smear of bright red lipstick from the neck of the bottle and waited for her to come back. It didn't take long before she was slipping into the booth and handing me my drink, her hand briefly touching mine and sending a little shiver through me. I gave her a wink and said, "Cheers!" before taking a long drink. "Hey, slow down there! You don't want to get too drunk, tonight do you?" I shrugged and gave Kat a grin "Fuck it, it's me birthday, innit?" She laughed her deep laugh and raised her bottle to mine. "Absolutely darling, you go for it!" Then, with a grin, she said, "So, where were we up to? We'd done work, childhood and all that stuff." She gestured with her bottle, the blue liquid swirling hypnotically inside "So now I think we're onto sex, right? Like, how many girlfriends have you had? Be honest.." I blushed and played with the rings on my fingers "Like, serious girlfriends? Four, I guess but none of 'em lasted more'n a year really. Other than that, a few one night stands here and there..." I tried to give her a look that might hint I was more experienced than I actually was. "So how many have you actually slept with? You know, properly, a cheeky handjob doesn't count." She looked at me intently and I found myself counting up in my head. "Okay, actual shagging? I reckon I've 'ad ten." She laughed again and smiled at me. "It's funny, you don't look like such a prude. I mean, you're not bad looking I would have thought you'd have had more than that." "Alright, 'ow many 'ave you shagged then if you're the expert?" I felt myself blushing as she goaded me. I thought that eight was a pretty good score for someone my age and I'd never had any complaints either." "I lost count when I got to fifty-odd, I think," she said. "Of course I wasn't as choosy as you, some nights when I'd had a few I'd drag anyone with a pulse onto the dancefloor and we'd end up fucking in an alley outside the club." She licked her lips with a dreamy expression on her face. "Of course that was when I was a bit younger and these were a bit firmer." She laughed as she squeezed her small breasts together. "Mind you that doesn't include all the blowjobs. I've paid for quite a few taxis home after a night out with a mouthful of cock! Still gets me a discount on the rent too." She pursed her lips and blew me a kiss. "There's nothing like a good fuck though, that feeling when he puts his cock inside you is just the best, knowing that it's you that's made him so hard and it's you that's going to make him shoot his load inside you. Don't you think?" I blinked and shook my head, making my gold hoop earrings jangle against my cheeks. All this talk was making me feel very strange, like I was filling up with heat from the inside out. I took another drink of Blue Wicked and found that I'd drained the bottle. "Are you okay? You look a little flushed? I haven't embarrassed you have I?" she said. I shook my head again, brushing a long lock of hair away from my face "Nah, it's okay, I think I just need some fresh air. I'm nipping out for a fag, you coming?" I grabbed the crumpled pack of cigarettes and the lighter from the table before easing myself out of the booth. I turned back to look at her and asked, "Same again darlin'?" She nodded and I headed for the door clutching my cigarettes. The Blue Wicked must have been a lot stronger than I thought because I wobbled a little on my heels as I stepped outside and pulled a cigarette out of the packet. I'd just put it into my mouth when a man standing next to me offered his lighter. "Need a light?" I looked up into his face and he smiled at me. Jesus he was tall, I was six feet and he must have been almost a foot taller than me. I waved my little disposable lighter at him and smiled. "I'm alright, got me own 'ere." And I lit the tip, taking a long drag and letting the smoke settle in my lungs before blowing it out again. I shivered in the cold and tugged the hem of my dress down, squeezing my thighs together. That feeling of heat inside hadn't gone away and it was getting worse, it must have been all that talk with Kat because it was getting harder to think about anything other than sex. I smoked my cigarette and wondered if I should sleep with Kat. She was giving me all the right signals but she wasn't exactly my type. I threw the cigarette end onto the pavement and crushed it out with my pink patent stiletto then turned to go back inside. There was a bouncer on the door now, another giant of a man, and he held it open for me as I made my way back into The Ship and towards the crush at the bar. I squeezed my way through the crowds of people and up to the bar. It was odd, despite being a square sixties lump of a building, the bar must have been on a slope because at this end of it the counter was almost as high as my chest. There were plenty of customers waiting while Harry ran himself ragged trying to keep up with all the orders. I pursed my lips and tapped my foot impatiently against the scratched brass floor rail; this was going to take forever. Instinctively I straightened up and pushed out my chest, giving Harry my best smile. He winked at me and mouthed, "Two Blues?" and I nodded, digging into my bra for the money and handing it over as he put the fresh bottles down in front of me. I pushed through the crowds, pleased with myself for being smart enough to jump the queue and headed back to our little booth with the sweet smell of the Blue Wicked in my nostrils making me feel giddy. Just as I got to the booth I felt a hand squeezing my arse and I squealed, almost dropping the bottles. I turned around to look for the girl who did it but there was only a group of leering men in their jeans and untucked shirts. I shook my head and turned back to see Kat smiling and leaning back in her seat, her muscular arms spread wide across the backrest of the booth. She reached out to take one of the bottles from me as I squeezed my way back into my seat, tugging my dress down where it had ridden up over my stockings. Looking at Kat was strange, there was something undeniably attractive about her broad chest and square jaw and I couldn't help wondering what it would be like to sleep with her. I took a long drink of the Blue Wicked as I stared. "Are you feeling okay?" she said and reached out to touch my hand, sending a shiver deep inside me, hers were so big and strong compared to my delicate fingers with their pink acrylics. I bit my lower lip and nodded. "Yeah, yeah, I'm fine darlin', just thinking about stuff." She took a swig of her drink and raised an eyebrow. "What kind of 'stuff' were you thinking about?" I quickly tried to divert the conversation from thoughts of sex with Kat. "Like, is this a fuckin' gay bar or somefin? I swear one of those guys grabbed my arse on the way back 'ere." He laughed and shook his head. "Here? I don't think half the people in here could even spell homosexual. It was probably just an accident." "Alright, alright, it just seemed a bit queer that's all." I caught her gaze and found myself staring into her deep green eyes. "You shouldn't worry about it, just have a drink and have fun, it's your birthday after all, isn't it?" I nodded, blinking slowly, and raised my bottle, my bracelets rattling as they slid down my wrist. "Cheers! 'appy fuckin' birthday to me!" And I laughed, my shrill cackle causing a few heads to turn and stare. I was definitely drunk, the lights seemed dimmer and I was having trouble focussing on anything but Kat as we talked and drank. The night was getting blurry. At one point I realised her hand was still holding mine and I didn't mind at all, I was having too much fun. The smell of the Blue Wicked was everywhere and it was making me horny in the weirdest way. Then, finally, the lights in the bar dimmed and brightened a couple of times and I heard the bell for last orders. It was one of those strange moments of drunken clarity and I realised I had my foot pressing against Kat's inner thigh, stroking her leg through the thick denim of her jeans. "Aww! It can't be closing time already can it? We was just startin' to 'ave fun!" I whined. "Hey, if you're still okay for another few drinks we could go back to my place? I've got some more Blues in the fridge and we could order a pizza or something?" Kat said. "Well fuck, lead the way darlin'! I'm all yours!" I tried to stand up and slid down again, making my dress ride up. I giggled as my bare arse cheeks touched the cracked vinyl seat beneath me. "Wait, 'ang on. I'll try that again." This time, with a little more care and making sure I didn't flash myself to anyone around me I stood up, leaning on the table for support. Kat slid easily out of the booth and wrapped an arm around my waist, squeezing me against her, her fingers sinking into the soft flesh of my belly. "Well, it looks like you wouldn't get anywhere without my help anyway, birthday boy." She laughed and I leaned into her, breathing in the scent of Blue Wicked again. she took my pink handbag from the table and slipped it over my shoulder, brushing a lock of bleached blonde hair away from my face as she did "Come on then, lightweight." Together we made our way out of the bar and into the fresh air, the cold was biting and I found myself sobering up a little as I shivered and leaned against Kat's strong body for warmth. "Jesus, it's fuckin' freezin' out 'ere! It feels like me nipples are gonna fall off!" I held my hands to my chest, trying to shield myself from the cold. "'Ere, just let me light up a fag to warm up will ya?" I dug around in my handbag and found the pack of cigarettes, taking one out and lighting it up. The first drag was wonderful, cool and crisp and a little sobering. I stood more steadily on my heels and sighed "Ohh, that's better... Now I think you said something about a drink?" Kat laughed and slapped my arse making me cough on a mouthful of smoke. "You're right, I did! Your... My place is just down the road, about ten minutes walk if you're up for it." I took another drag on the cigarette and gave him a wink "I'm always up for it darlin'." And laughed. We stumbled down the streets together until I was completely lost, the housing growing more shabby with every corner we turned and the pavements becoming rougher. Once or twice I nearly twisted my ankle as my heel slipped into a deep rut or pothole. "'Ere, you said it was only ten minutes! We've been walkin' forever and I'm burstin' for a piss." She stopped and rolled her eyes at me. "It's only been five minutes, birthday boy. Can you hang on for another five?" I shivered again, pressing my thighs together and feeling my stockings brush against each other. "Fuck it, I'll just take a slash down an alley. Privileges of being a bloke, innit?" And I giggled to myself as I stumbled down a dingy alley between two boarded up shops. I looked around in the gloom and found a decent spot between two big, wheeled bins. I must have fumbled with my dress for a good couple of seconds before I remembered I wasn't wearing jeans and sighed. I hitched my dress up over my wide hips and squatted down on the ground, fumbling for my panties before I remembered I wasn't wearing those either. It must have been colder than I thought because I actually had to reach down between my legs and spread myself wide before I could go. But then, oh sweet relief as I let go and a stream of piss arced out from between my plump thighs and onto the ground. I steadied myself against the rough concrete wall behind me until I was finished and then threw my head back, breathing in the cold air. "Classy, very classy." I looked up and saw Kat standing over me and holding out a tissue. I blushed as I grabbed it from her hand and dabbed myself dry, smoothing my dress down as I stood up and straightened myself out. "Alright, stop perving, you'd think you'd never seen a bloke take a piss before," I said, giving her a playful shove. She gave a shrug and held her hand out for me to take as I stepped out of the alleyway and back to the street again. "Certainly not like that anyway." She said with a raised eyebrow. "Cheeky bastard, it's freezing out 'ere," I said and jabbed her in the ribs with my elbow. We managed the rest of the journey back to Kat's place without incident although I was struggling to keep up with her long strides. When we finally reached the block of flats where she lived the lift was out of order again so we had to climb three flights of stairs. I was breathing heavily by the time we reached the top and wondered why I was so out of shape as we stumbled through the doorway into her little flat. "It's not much but it's home," she said, giving me the guided tour "Kitchen slash living room, bedroom, bathroom... And that's it." I looked around at the cheap Ikea furniture and the magnolia painted walls. Hanging in the living room at a slight angle was a picture frame with 'Live, Laugh, Love' written in swooping letters. "It's... not bad!" I shrugged. "Very cosy... I've definitely lived in worse places! Now, about that drink..." Kat settled herself down in an armchair and pointed to the fridge in the little kitchenette. "They're just over there. Get me one while you're there will you?" "What am I your fuckin' servant now or sumfin'?" I said, rolling my eyes as I minced over to the little fridge and opened it wide. It was almost completely empty, just a couple of half-eaten takeaway containers on the shelves at the top but at the bottom were at least a dozen bottles of that delicious Blue Wicked. I bent down, feeling my bra straps take the weight of my heavy tits as I took out two bottles. I nearly dropped them again when I felt Kat's strong hands squeezing my big, fat arse "Oi! What are you playin' at!" I said as I straightened up and turned around to face her. "I could have fuckin' dropped them!" She wrapped her arms around my waist and looked down at me with a strange smile. "Oh I think you've had enough by now, don't you?" she said, her hands slipping down to squeeze my arse again, pulling my body against hers. Something hard, just below her belt buckle. was pressing into my soft belly and I felt dizzy for a moment. I was just about to say something when she kissed me, her stubble grazing my skin as I found myself parting my lips to let her tongue explore. My hands roamed over her firm, muscular body, stroking and caressing her as I lost myself in the moment. I was drunk and unbelievably horny, I needed to fuck... No, I needed to be fucked so badly. My hands grazed against the bulge in her jeans and I started stroking it without thinking, my delicate fingers tracing the outline of her... Of her cock! All at once everything seemed to go sideways and I pulled away from her kiss, looking up into my own face. "'ere, what the fuck? What the fuck's goin' on? What 'ave you done to me?" I squirmed against him but he was squeezing my arse even tighter and I moaned aloud as he slipped a hand beneath my tight dress and his fingers cupped my shaved pussy. "You've done it to yourself Kat. You and the Blue Wicked..." He slid a finger between my pussy lips and I squirmed with need "But you need to finish it yourself. You need to tell me what you want so I can make it happen." His finger worked slowly back and forth against my clit and I realised my hand was doing the same with his bulging cock. "What do you want me to do Kat? Do you want me to call you a taxi? Or do you want something else?" I bit my lip and moaned, my body trembling as I whispered, "Sumfin' else..." My fingers were already fumbling with his belt buckle, unfastening his jeans, pulling out his big, thick cock. "You have to say it Kat, you have to tell me what you want." I was drunk and almost delirious with lust as I slowly wrapped my fingers around his stiffening cock, feeling the heat of it, the steady pulse as I started to stroke it up and down. I licked my lips and stared at it as a clear pearl of precum dripped from the tip onto my fingers. "I want this... I want your cock." "Mmm, good girl. It's my cock, isn't it?" he said and I nodded slowly, entranced. "And where do you want it Kat?" I tried not to say it, I tried to hold the words back but the heat inside me seemed to make them boil out of my mouth. "I want it inside me... I want your cock inside me." "Where inside you, Kat? Do you want to suck it? Do you want to suck my cock? Or do you want more? Do you need it in that wet pussy of yours?" I moaned aloud as he said it and whispered, "In my mouth... In my pussy, in my arse... Anywhere you wanna put it. I need it so bad. Please fuck me." He kissed me again and then took my hand, dragging me through the flat to the bedroom. He stripped naked as I watched him, my fingers slowly rubbing my hairless pussy as I gazed at his strong, lean body. Then he stepped closer and put his hands on my shoulders. For a second I didn't know what to think before I realised what he wanted and dropped to my knees in front of him, taking his cock in both hands. I wrapped my delicate fingers around the shaft and pulled it into my mouth. I breathed deeply, as I stretched my lips around the bulging tip of his cock, licking and sucking it as it slipped deeper into my mouth. I was rewarded with a deep moan and he ran his fingers through my hair, pulling me down onto his cock until with a moment of shock, I realised that I was deepthroating him. "Ohh fuck I just knew you'd be good at this. You've had a lot of practice though, haven't you Kat? You've been sucking cock since you were in high school." He let his fingers tangle in my hair, taking a firm grip as he started to move my head back and forth on his cock, using me like a toy. He pulled out of my mouth with a wet 'pop' and held my head back, just out of reach of his bobbing tool making me mewl with frustration. "Look at you, Kat. On your knees and begging for a cock to suck. And I bet it's making you wet, isn't it? I bet your fat little pussy is just dripping isn't it?" I moaned and looked up at him. "You fuckin' know it is you bastard." I spat as I tried to pull him closer so I could put that wonderful cock back in my mouth where it belonged. "Do you know why it makes you so wet, Kat?" He smiled and let me move a fraction closer, running the tip of his cock over my wet lips. "It's because you're just a cheap slag. Isn't it?" I squirmed and stuck my tongue out to lick him but he pulled me away again and I knew what he wanted. "Yes..." I whispered. "What's that? I didn't hear you." "Yes, alright? I'm a cheap slag... I'm a dirty bitch who needs cock! Now give it to me you bastard." "Oh I'm going to give it to you alright, get on the bed," he said, releasing his grip and letting me scramble up onto the bed. Without thinking I got on all fours with my dress pulled up over my hips, my fat arse wobbling in the air. My heavy tits sagged beneath me, threatening to spill out of my bra. I looked over my shoulder at him standing behind me with his cock held in his hand. "Well, come on then birthday boy, are you gonna fuck me or what? My cunt's all wet for that big cock of yours. Be a man and stick it in me." He looked surprised for a moment as I took back a little control before he shook himself and stepped closer to the bed. My dripping wet pussy was completely exposed and I couldn't help but press my face into the sheets in shame, moaning at the thought of what was coming next. Slowly he started to press the tip of his cock between my wet folds sliding it up and down from my clit to my pussy and back again. I squirmed back against him, trying to push him inside. The sensations were maddening, I was so close to cumming and I just needed his cock inside me so I could think clearly again. "You want my cock in that fat cunt of yours?" He gave my arse a stinging slap with one hand. "You need to pull your head out of the sheets and present for me like a good slut, Kat." I groaned and lifted up my head then finally understood what he wanted. At the opposite side of the bed was a full-length mirror and I could see both of us reflected in it. Me, standing naked behind this fat, middle- aged chav on all fours with her huge, sagging tits hanging down. "Now you see it, don't you Kat." He laughed. "You bitch!" I hissed through gritted teeth and he chose that moment to push his cock into me, sinking deep inside my aching cunt. "Ohh... Oh no, you're the bitch, Kat." He groaned. And as his cock slid into me I felt everything shift. The reflection in the mirror stayed exactly the same but somehow it changed and I knew that I was her. I moaned aloud as his cock sank deep inside me and I found myself pushing back against him, trying to get him deeper. "Oh fuck yes... Harder. Fuck me harder!" I said, watching our reflections move. I bit my lower lip as he shifted inside me and pushed against some kind of pleasure spot I never even knew before. I stared into the eyes of my own reflection, watching the expression on her face change as she lost herself in the pleasure of being fucked by a big, hard cock. He gave my arse another stinging slap and then grabbed onto my wide hips, his strong hands sinking into the soft flesh of my jiggling body. "I'll fuck you how I want to fuck you Kat. You're just a dirty old slag who should be grateful for everything she gets, aren't you?" "Mmm, fuck yes," I panted and moaned. "I'm just a slag. A cheap slut." I felt a little shiver of pleasure run through me and my pussy twitched as I watched the woman in the mirror say it out loud. I slipped a hand between my thick thighs and spread my pussy wider as his cock slid in and out, my fingers seeking out my swollen clit so that I could get myself off. "God, you're so wet, you've had so many cocks your pussy is all stretched out. I can barely feel it," he teased, hammering harder against me and making my body jerk with every thrust. I just grunted and tried to squeeze my pussy tighter around him. I wanted him to cum inside me, somehow I knew that would make everything just perfect. "Ohh... That's better, work that saggy old cunt for me Kat. Make me cum and you can feel like this forever." Another ripple of pleasure ran through me at the thought of being trapped in this body forever and I lost my grip on the sheets, collapsing onto the bed with a mewl of frustration as his cock slipped out of me. He laughed at me and rolled me over onto my back, almost tearing my dress as he pulled it up over my shoulders and threw it into the corner of the room. "Fuck, look at you. You're totally helpless, aren't you? You couldn't fight me off even if you wanted to... But you don't want to, do you?" He reached behind my back and unfastened my bra with a level of expertise that I'd never had as him and letting my huge, sagging tits free. They slipped sideways, pushed aside by my bulging belly. "Thirty four double J-cups... God I'm glad I don't have those things any more. Nobody takes you seriously with tits like those." He gently took my wrists in his hands and held them above my head, pressing them down into the sheets as he nudged my legs apart with his knees. I looked down between my tits and saw his cock, still hard and shiny with my wetness, bobbing between his thighs. "But you don't need them to take you seriously, do you?" He kissed me then, a deep, lingering kiss that left me gasping as he pulled away. "No! I don't want any of that posh bollocks, I just wanna 'ave fun! I just wanna go out and get pissed and get fucked." I whimpered "Now stop teasin' me and put that big cock of yours back where it belongs!" He kissed me again and I felt his cock slip easily into my cunt as he held me down. The feeling of being trapped and helpless beneath him as he fucked me was so intense I was gasping and moaning, begging him to fuck me harder. My tits were bouncing wildly on my chest, my thick nipples stiff and aching. I spread my legs wider and wrapped them around him, pulling him deeper with every thrust until, with a shudder, I was pushed over the edge and I felt a wave of pleasure fill me up from inside and wash away all my thoughts. I heard him say, "I'm cumming, I'm cumming!" As I felt his cock swell inside me and then with one final thrust he collapsed on top of me, breathing heavily and laughing to himself. "Fuck me that was good. You're not a bad lay for a fat old slag." He pulled slowly out of me, the loss of his cock leaving me feeling empty inside as another wave of pleasure made me tremble. I half closed my eyes and ran my fingers up and down over my body, lightly circling my nipples with my long acrylic nails. I don't know how long I spent dreamily caressing myself as cum dripped from my well-fucked pussy but eventually I drifted back down to earth. "God I need a fag after that," I moaned. "'ere, chuck me my fags will ya?" Silence. I opened my eyes and looked around the empty room. "Are you 'avin a piss or sumfin?" I shouted but there was no answer. Shivering, I got out of bed and pulled on a cheap looking pink satin robe, trying to keep my legs together so I wouldn't drip cum on the carpet as I hopped to the bathroom and pushed the door open. I pulled the cord and the bulb illuminated the empty bathroom. "Fuck's sake, where's 'e gone?" I muttered, lifting my robe and squatting my fat arse down onto the chilly toilet seat. As I sat there it dawned on me that the flat was empty. I stared down at my fat tits as they rested on the bulge of my belly and I felt his cum dripping from my pussy into the bowl beneath me. He had stolen my body, my life and left me trapped in hers. Even worse, he'd fucked me and just disappeared with even a thank you. As I cleaned myself up with a wad of toilet paper I wondered how I would ever get back to being the real me. I wrapped the robe around myself and tied it under my heavy breasts then flushed the toilet and walked back into the living room. Without thinking, I picked up my handbag and dug out a cigarette, lighting it up and taking a long drag. As I blew the smoke out and looked at the tiny flat with its cheap furniture a thought entered my mind; the rent was due tomorrow. I had to pay the rent and I was completely broke but somehow I couldn't seem to care. I took another drag. Tony the landlord wasn't a bad sort; he always gave me a break if I did him a favour. I grabbed a drink from the little fridge and popped the cap. And besides, I did promise him the last time that if I was late again I'd let him fuck me up the arse. I smiled to myself as I thought of his fat dick sliding into my arse and wondered if I was still a whore if no money changed hands? I shrugged; as long as I got to fuck someone I didn't care. I stubbed my cigarette out in the ashtray and took a long drink of Blue Wicked.