Fantasy GENDER ROLE REVERSAL STORIES

[ashishrajan]

Bhavna Fucks kishor
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"Do you like me inside of you?" she whispered. "Do you like me making
you my girl?"

Her finger became two, then three and the pushed into him more firmly.
The feminine moans and whimpers he was producing had already told
Bhavna what he felt. There was no reason to deny it. "Yes," he
whispered in a weak hoarse gasp.

"Yes, What?" she asked as she exerted more pressure onto his inner G-
spot.

"Yes, I like it when you make me your girl."

Bhavna smiled. She liked this. She liked it a lot. "Good." She nibbled his
ear, inserting her tongue into that hole as well.

"Faster, baby," her voice was quiet, but filled with excitement. As the
speed of his manipulations increased, so did the speed of hers. She was
being so forceful that she was actually lifting him onto his tip-toes
with her thrusts. "Faster. Faster."

When the head of his penis was purple with strain, and she knew that
the moment was imminent, she thrust deeply and wiggled her fingers as
much as she could, causing Kishor to gasp and hold his breath as he
began to ejaculate. Bhavna kept one hand planted deep within the thin,
frail man, as the other caught several ropes of his ejaculate before it
reached the water in the toilet.

"Was that good?" she asked.

He nodded.

"You know what I like?" she asked.

He shook his head.

"I like to have my man stay in me after he's done. I like to feel him
go soft and them I like to feel him pull out slowly. Can you feel me in
you, now?"


He nodded.

She began to relax the stress in her fist and Kishor could feel the
shape of the intruding object changing within him. "Can you feel me
getting softer?"

He shivered and nodded again.

When her hand was loose and relaxed, she slowly pulled her hand free.
"What am I doing now, baby?"

"You're pulling out."

"What am I pulling out of?"

"My rear."

"Not your rear, baby. I'm pulling out of your vagina. Say it for me."

"You're pulling out of my vagina."

"Good girl." She was as excited by this after-glow teasing as she was
by getting him off. "What am I pulling out, baby, and don't say my
hand, it's not my hand. Hands don't go into vaginas. What am I pulling
out?"

"Your... penis."

She smiled. "That's right, baby. You've had my penis in you and you
liked it, didn't you? You liked my penis, my dick, my cock, inside you,
didn't you?"

"I did." He nodded.


"Lick my hand, then." And as she pulled one hand from within him, he
licked his wife's other hand clean of his own seed and it didn't seem
at all shameful. He was just obeying his dominant partner.


Slowly, very slowly, she untied the belt of her pajama bottoms, then
lowered them to reveal her womanhood. “I want a blowjob,” she said in
that same firm tone, and again, Kishor acquiesced to her wishes.
Starting slowly, with little licks and kisses, he soon had her worked
up into a frenzy. She clutched his head tightly to her groin and she
thrust herself firmly into his face, demanding more and more
enthusiastic tonguing from the man who knelt in supplication before
her. When she looked down at him, his pretty hair and abundant nightie
were all that could be seen. She’d never been a big fan of oral sex,
but now she understood why men liked it. It wasn’t just the feel of a
lover’s tongue on your genitals, it was the feeling of power one got
from looking down at someone in such a submissive position before them.
The fact that this submissive was once a confident man, but now was a
willing sissy in what was a very youthful, pink with virginal white
lace nightie, made her feeling of dominance even more powerful.

When she could take no more, she pulled his head away. “Get on the bed.
I’ll be right there.”

He did as he was told and he watched as Bhavna opened her nightstand
drawer and pulled out what looked like a panty made of straps. She
stepped into it, tightened it around her, the pulled out last night’s
sex toy, which she inserted between the straps, holding the large penis
in place where just a moment ago, her vagina had been visible.

Then she took some KY and poured it into her hand, and massaged it into
the pliable silicon dick.


“Get on your knees,” she instructed and he obeyed, turning his back to
her, as she climbed up onto the bed. “On all fours,” she whispered into
his ear, “like a little little puppy. A little female puppy. My cute
little, girly puppy.”

Just the words were nearly too much for him to take. He complied
immediately.

“Such a pretty little nightie,” Bhavna said in a seductive growl.
“Someone must have loved you an awful lot to have bought you such a
pretty nightie.” She raised the hem, exposing his panties, the back of
which she then lowered to his bent knees. “And such a pretty fanny,
too. No ugly hair. Just soft, smooth skin and my pretty baby’s vagina,
the prettiest thing of all.”

Kishor was already panting as the tip of the fake penis touched the rim
of his anus. Last night, Bhavna had played with with his opening for a
long time, eventually inching the toy into him. It was blissful.

Tonight, though, without any warning, she suddenly thrust the phallus
deep within him. He let put a surprised squeal of exquisite pain. It
was painful and wonderful! Intrusive and welcome! It was the most alien
and most welcome feeling he’d ever experienced in his entire life. He
wanted it out of him almost as badly as he wanted it to penetrate even
deeper, but more than anything, he wanted it to keep moving!

He pulled forward and felt the invading form move towards leaving him,
so he slammed back against Bhavna so that it would push as deeply as
possible back into him. He repeated that motion and he swung his hips
from side to side just trying to keep some movement continuing. He was
wagging his bottom in excitement as he attempted to keep the rod within
him in constant motion.

It was huge and it was in him!

In him!

Straight men didn’t feel these things, but he was feeling it! He was
feeling it and he wanted to feel more!

He began grunting and moaning, but he wasn’t even aware of it. All of
his focus was on the sensations caused by his wife’s penis invading
him, tearing him in half in the most amazing way possible.

Bhavna heard the grunts and moans though. There was nothing male about
them. They were the sounds of a female in rut. That’s what Kishor had
become. He was reacting entirely on instinct, deep-seated, female
instinct. He wasn’t just trying to feel passion, he was trying to bring
his lover to an explosive orgasm that would impregnate him. He wasn’t a
cute little, female puppy, he was a bitch in heat.

She leaned over him, grabbed his wrists and forced him to grab the
headboard so that he now knelt erect. The toy never left his opening.
Now, she pulled herself close, her firm belly pressed to the small of
his feminine back. “Come,” she grunted as she thrust over and over and
over. “Come, you little slut. Scream for me and come in those pretty,
silky panties. Be my bitch. Come, baby. Come.”

And he came. He came again and again and again. When he was done, his
panties were nearly was wet from his release as they had been at the
salon when he’d peed into them. Through his spasms, Bhavna remained
pressed as deeply as possible into his guts.

When, at last, she did pull out, he grunted and began to weep.

“Baby?” Bhavna was suddenly very concerned. “Baby? Are you ok?”

He turned and threw his arms around her neck, sobbing into her
shoulder. “That was wonderful,” he gasped.


On Tuesday morning, Kishor did find that he was a bit bruised on and in
his posterior, but he’d do it all again to relive that ecstasy.

After breakfast, Bhavna dressed him in little, mustard yellow dress,
with white polka dots she’d found at Old Navy for a good price. It had
a rounded, jersey style neck line, not unlike a tee shirt, sleeves that
ended just at the elbow and a swing skirt down below, that hung
playfully at his knees. It was a little stretchy and pulled over his
head, also like a tee shirt. It was remarkably comfortable and it made
him feel free and flirty.

The entire day was spent out in public, doing ‘research’ to be sure
that Kishor could pass as a woman.