“No wonder you always wanted to do that. It’s hot as hell,” my girlfriend chuckles as she puts my dick back in her pants.
I kneel on the floor in front of her. I’m in her body, my own warm cum dripping down my forehead, my nose, my cheeks. I reach up with a delicate finger and wipe it out of my eyes, the sticky substance warm and goopy on my face. Out of curiosity, I gather a drop on my finger and slip it into my mouth. Salty and musky.
I’ve been asking my girlfriend if I could cum on her face for a little while. Probably something I picked up in porn and thought looked hot. My girlfriend finally agreed, but then added “Only if you do it first.” She’d then swapped our bodies, laughing as I was disoriented and then only agreeing to swap us back if I let her cum on my pretty new face.
“Can we swap back now?” I ask, meekly.
“Clean yourself off, first,” she says.
I do as she says, splashing water on my face, running my hands over my delicate new contours. It’s arousing watching her move. Feeling her tits on my chest. I’ll definitely have to make some more requests of her in the hopes that she makes me do them first.
A man is forced to work out his debt to the mob by swapping into his wife’s body and serving at an upscale brothel in Swapped by the Mob 1, available on Body Swap Stories, Smashwords or Amazon. Preview here.
