Swipe Right Ch. 03

This story contains interracial, dom/sub, t-girls, crossdressing/sissification, impregnation and bondage.

This story is fantasy. I like to stretch the limits of what's possible, so don't expect pure realism.

For clarity: In my story, a t-girl is someone with a completely female appearance, but with male sex organs (so no hermaphrodites in the story). In my version, they tend to be hornier and have bigger cocks than the average male.

There are also cis males that have been feminized. The main character Sam is part way through that process at the start of this story.

Transformation and identity are big themes, so storytelling can change from first person to third person based on the character's shift in identity.

DISCLAIMER: All of the characters depicted in sexual situations are over the age of 18. Do not practice unprotected or non-consensual sex. This is a fantasy where STDs don't exist.

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For a time, things just seemed to work out harmoniously. Megan's official addition to the house brought me the intimacy and friendship that I'd been deprived of. It brought Sasha a new and exciting outlet for her raging libido. It brought Megan the extreme discipline and submission that she craved.

That first night also brought the fourth member of our relationship; Samantha. Sasha had teased me with that name and it never really affected me too much. However, when I got dressed up and looked in the mirror, something changed. I was a subdued and humiliated man, but Samantha felt comfortable and in charge of her sexuality. Sasha was a source of shame for me. To Samantha she was quite the catch and a remarkable 'trophy' lover.

From that point, going 'full Samantha' was something that happened for special occasions. It didn't change things day to day, but it was something I secretly looked forward to.

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I woke up one morning without my alarm. I yawned and stretched before noticing some motion to my left. Megan had Sasha's cock wrapped around her tits and bobbed up and down on the half of her shaft that stuck out. Megan looked over at me and smirked. Sasha's cockhead came out with a loud *POP* "Early bird catches the worm." She teased "I already started on breakfast, so just go in there and finish it" Her mouth moved back down to swallow dick again.

I sat up and just watched them for a second before putting on a pair of panties and walking to the kitchen "Fuckin' morning people." I grumbled to myself. A playful sibling rivalry developed between me and Megan, so I had to get one over on her later. I put on my apron and took control of the few items that Megan started cooking.

From the kitchen, I could hear Sasha grunting and getting her first nut off for the day. Moments later Megan walked in with a content grin and cum dripping from the sides of her mouth.

Her mouth was obviously full. She shut her eyes to focus and swallow the last of Sasha's load with a loud *GULP*. She stuck her tongue out at me to show off her empty mouth. She sat down and rubbed her belly "Fuck, I'm going to need a few minutes before breakfast. I've got a lot of protein to digest."

I shook my head "Such a brat. Someone turned my alarm off... Again." I looked at her with an accusational, but playful look.

"You snooze, you lose." Her tongue snaked out to lap up what cum escaped the sides of her lips.

Sasha soon entered the room and stretched "Mmmm.. Another beautiful day." She only wore a tiny tank top, while her lower body was completely nude. Her soft cock swayed and jiggled with each step. She saw that I looked a little miffed "Don't be getting jealous of Megan, because she's coming along so nicely."

"I'm not jealous." I couldn't help but pout.

"I think someone is feeling neglected." Sasha said and easily swept me off my feet and over her shoulder.

The surprise made me giggle and kick my feet in the air. Even I couldn't believe how girly my reaction was. Sasha tugged my panties down and gave my ass a strong slap.

Sasha looked at Megan "Ima fuck this one in the shower real quick." She turned towards the restroom and I could see Megan giving me a smile and a wave.

I felt like a child in her arms. My erection pressed into her shoulder. She dropped me off in the shower and the apron came off. I breathed hard in excitement and looked up at her. She stepped in and turned the water on.

Her hands grabbed me by my hips, picked me up and stuck me to the wall.

I gasped "Fuck! You're SO strong, Daddy."

She kissed me hungrily and pressed her big tits into my chest. She broke the kiss to say "You know you're still my baby girl, right?"

I had the biggest smile and hugged her tight "Thank you, Daddy." I groaned and felt her guide her big, black cockhead to my ass.

Gravity pulled me down on her thick cock and I cried out. Her arms held me up under my knees. I was completely helpless as she plowed into my smaller body. My little white dicklet flapped up and down until it spat out a pitiful load onto my own chest. After I came, Sasha let me down, washed her cock and stuck it down my throat to dump a huge load directly into my stomach.

When we returned to the kitchen, I sat next to Megan with my own full tummy. We just sat together and watched our beloved owner devour the huge breakfast we both cooked.

As soon as Sasha went into the bedroom to get dressed, Megan mischievously snuggled into me. I got nervous "You know what she said. What if she catches us?"

Megan loved the danger "If she does catch us, then we just get some sweet, sweet punishment. I know humiliation is more to your liking, but pain is mine." She smiled and kissed me. I could feel her heart racing and knew that she got quite the adrenaline high. She was so cute that she gave me some bravery to make out for a few minutes. The fear came right back the second I heard Sasha make a noise from the bedroom. I broke the kiss and decided to quit while I was ahead.

Everyone then got ready for the day and I actually had to wear a suit. Sasha wanted me to help her at work, while Megan stayed home to do chores. Sasha always seemed to find ways to keep us separated when she wasn't around.

Wearing a man's suit felt uncomfortable. Megan wore an obscene French maid outfit to do her chores in and kissed Sasha goodbye. I looked at Megan enviously and part of me wished we could switch places.

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At Sasha's law firm, she was an up and coming shark. Her presence and cool demeanor could intimidate her opponents and colleagues alike. I occasionally worked with her at the office as her personal assistant/paralegal (and yes, secret office slut).

I always got the strangest looks in the office. Everyone wondered how I could work with her when they could barely spend 10 minutes alone with her in her office. There was a very high turnover rate for her direct subordinates. She demanded perfection and often roared her disapproval. They never heard her scream at me, despite me being a novice. I'm sure the perceived unfairness caused resentment, but they never saw what would happen to me once we got home.

In a way, I felt uniquely useful. I got a lot of the time-consuming tasks out of the way for Sasha that her colleagues were afraid to do. Normally, I did this work at home unless Sasha had a 'use' for me.

I had lunch in the break room when one of Sasha's law school interns joined me. He asked the question that everyone else was too timid to ask "So... What's the deal with you and her? Are you hitting that?"

I responded with an admission masked as a joke "More like the other way around. Am I right?"

He shook his head "Totally, she's brutal. You somehow seem to have a way with her, you've lasted so much longer than anyone."

I finished up and stood from the table "You probably don't want to know my secret."

I walked into Sasha's office. Her office always seemed to get bigger every time I showed up. She sat at her desk with her legs crossed; panty hose and garter belt exposed.

"Hey sweetie, I need you under my desk to de-stress me, while I deal with all these idiots." She said as if she were asking me for a cup of coffee.

It came as no shock to me and I quickly obeyed. I wasn't even shocked when she got on the phone to talk to random people, while she turned my throat into a cock sleeve.

My head nearly smashed the bottom of her desk when she started calling people into her office. I froze in place as I heard business as usual going on in the room. There didn't seem to be any chatter about me being under the desk swallowing a foot-long black girl cock. Sasha didn't seem to be happy with me stopping, so she flicked my ear. I got the message and cautiously continued to slide my mouth up and down her length.

I listened to the conversation and it all seemed normal. The desk concealed it all, so I just kept going. As soon as the other person left the office, Sasha looked down at me "That's it baby, keep a nice slow tempo. I've got a lot of meetings today." She smirked.

My nerves got frayed as man after man came in to see Sasha. I took a little bit of comfort in hearing that I was not the only one emasculated. It was evaluation day for all of Sasha's legal interns, and she showed no mercy "Your work is lazy, riddled with mistakes and, worst of all, uninspired. Since you've wasted my time, I figured I'd return the favor and grant you zero credits. Get out!" The intern might have cussed out anyone else for talking to him like that, but Sasha filled him with fear and he swallowed his pride.

Other interns didn't fare much better. Right as I was getting comfortable, I heard my first female voice. It was clear right away that it wasn't another intern, since Sasha spoke to her as an equal. I listened but got bored. I absent-mindedly thought it was a client. My reverie was shattered when I heard her footsteps move around the desk "What in the Fuck!" The woman gasped when she saw me.

A feeling of complete panic overtook me and I really did hit my head. I stood up as quickly as I could and tried my best to spit out a coherent sentence. "Oh God.. It's not what it looks like! It was MY fault. All MY fault."

After a few seconds, I noticed that the woman had more of a look of amusement than disgust. She was a well-dressed Asian woman with slim, rectangular glasses and a very familiar look of superiority. Deep down, I just knew what she was.

"You're... You're 'like' Sasha. Aren't you?" I guessed. We both took a glance at Sasha's still erect cock.

I just stared at the woman until she and Sasha broke out laughing.

"Your little bitch here, figured it out pretty quick!" The mystery woman proclaimed as she got her composure back. She put her hand on my shoulder "Sorry to scare you, Sweetie. I just knew Sasha would get a kick out of it."

Sasha tucked herself back in and stood up to give me a hug "That was so sweet that you naturally decided to take the blame. I almost feel bad for scaring you half to death."

My heart rate quickly slowed down. I was used to these sorts of shocks.

"My name is Serina. I'm one of Sasha's old friends. I just showed up today to talk about the yearly retreat." Serina said.

Once a year, Sasha would stay tight-lipped about this retreat. She never invited me and just had me stay home.

Sasha actually looked a little nervous "Sam, IF you want, you can tag along." Sasha only used my real name when she was speaking seriously. As complicated as the names were, it did somewhat become a code for me to read her intentions. I took it as meaning that I had a legitimate choice to make free of punishments.

I took a moment to think about it and sheepishly looked at Sasha "Can Samantha come?"

Sasha snickered "Sure thing, Baby. We'll make you look nice and pretty with the rest of the ladies."

Serena clapped her hands "Good, she's been hiding you away the last few times and we've all heard sooo much about you." She spoke for the rest of the group. "You'll love it, we're all going to Vegas."

I was soon shooed out of the office so they could catch up. I waited outside patiently, but my curiosity ran wild. Why hasn't Sasha invited me to this thing before and what made her nervous?

Serena stepped out of Sasha's office and I definitely saw her lap up a drop of cum from the left corner of her mouth. She saw that I saw it and blew me a kiss before sauntering out of the office.

The rest of the day was pretty business as usual and Sasha wouldn't say anything about the retreat other than "Let's not ruin the surprise, Sweetcakes."

We got home and I immediately got out of the man's suit. It felt so good.

Megan kneeled on the kitchen floor in her maid outfit to scrub it, which gave off such a nice view of her ass "Daddy, you're home!" She perked up.

I passed by her and let her know about the retreat. She seemed excited, as if hearing a girlfriend was planning to go on a fun trip. She never showed a hint of disgust or contempt as we chatted about getting 'Samantha' ready. The conversation paused and we just gazed in each other's eyes. There was just a deep feeling of acceptance.

The moment shattered into a million pieces when a naked Sasha just walked up behind Megan, grabbed her by her red hair and pulled her caveman style to the couch. It looked painful, but I knew Megan loved the rough treatment.

I felt helpless as this brute just bent her over and shoved her giant cock into that sweet girl. I could only watch as the black amazon bluntly thrust in. Her thick ass would pull back, clench and thrust back in HARD. Her enormous balls would swing and smack into her. Despite the cold, mechanical fucking, Megan yelled out her approval.

I felt helpless, because I was a loser and Sasha was a winner. I had no right to get in her way or complain.

The harsh smacking sounds got faster and I saw Sasha's balls pulse. She grunted and dropped a huge load in her slave.

Sasha pulled out and sauntered cooly towards the bathroom "I'm taking a shower, clean her up." She ordered me.

I scrambled like a beggar, who's been allowed to eat crumbs from the Queen's table. I got on my knees between Megan's legs. She struggled to get air back into her lungs. She wore a look of contentment and looked down on me. She smiled as my mouth got near her recently used pussy.

I stuck my tongue out and lapped up Sasha's leaking cum. Then I gently started licking her out.

She hummed pleasantly to herself "mmmm a little sweetness after the roughness."

I couldn't help, but lift my head up to show some concern "Are you ok with how she treats you?"

"Are you?" She retorted.

I sighed a little "I go back and forth on that one. I'm not the one to talk and I know you love it, but I can't help but get a little upset when you're not treated with respect."

She tilted her head "Awww, that's real sweet. I appreciate it, but we're both big girls and can make our own decisions." She giggled.

I nodded and got back to work. My tongue twirled around her clit and I listened to her orgasm build. Eating out Megan was the only opportunity that I've had to get a woman off since my time with Sasha began.

That night, my concern for Megan didn't stop me from putting on a skirt. It didn't stop me from getting fucked and it certainly didn't stop me from sucking Sasha's big, black, insatiable cock.

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Long before hearing about the retreat, I had taken it upon myself to 'reshape' my body. I wore corsets to slim my waist, I did aerobics to exercise without bulking up, waxed my entire body from my neck down and generally tried to make myself as feminine as possible. After hearing about the retreat, I doubled my efforts.

Megan and I worked very hard to make Samantha's public debut as convincing as possible. Being naturally skinny helped, but I didn't want Samantha to look like some ugly dude in drag. Megan and I spent most of our time together working on make-up, hair, shoes, clothing and feminine voice/mannerisms. On the plus side, I had grown out my hair and nails. My biggest problem was definitely my chest.

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SAMANTHA

After weeks of intense preparation, the big night finally arrived. Megan and I spent all day putting the finishing touches on my look. My long blonde hair was dyed and stylized. I got my nails done and painted bright red to match the dress I bought for the occasion. I didn't want to just pass as a woman; I wanted to look HOT for my Daddy and her friends.

Unfortunately, the retreat was only open to girls with a little 'extra', so Megan had to stay behind.

I walked out to meet Sasha and she whistled her approval. A week earlier, I had visited a tattoo artist and it was time for the big reveal. I had a small black spade tattoo on my ankle. The solid black spade had a 'Q' inside and I wore an ankle bracelet with charms that spelled out 'BBC'.

"Jesus, Samantha... What has gotten into you?" Sasha asked in delight.

I spun around to show off "I'm glad you like it." I had a slim red dress on with matching heels and used a long scarf as a sash to cover up my flat chest. I had a small clutch bag and reached inside to finish up the ensemble. I pulled out a slim black collar. For the occasion in Vegas, it had red hearts, red diamonds, black truffles and (of course) black spades.

When Sasha put her arm around my waist, I finally felt like the arm candy. I beamed up at her as she led me downstairs to a party bus. Before we stepped on, she whispered in my ear "No rules tonight. You're free to do what you want."

When we got on, we were greeted by a half dozen cheering ladies with drinks in their hands. It didn't take long to detect a social hierarchy. On the low end of the totem pole were two 'ladies' like me; Brianna (formerly Brian) and Jacqueline (Jack). They were both white and somehow had breasts. I made a mental note to ask them how they got them.

The other 4 were t-girls like Sasha:

Serena was the only familiar face. She wore a cute black dress and had her hair done up in a bun with a hair stick through it. Brianna and Jacqueline were her guests and attended to her throughout the night. I'd later find out that Serena was a higher-up at a Bio-Chem company that specialized on gender transitions. She was responsible for Brianna and Jacqueline's 'enhancements'.

Taylor and Michelle were in a committed relationship. They were a little older than the rest of the group and seemed past their partying days. The two white t-girls wanted to catch up and chat about their wilder days.

Tylissa was another black t-girl. She seemed a bit more subdued than the others; content sipping her drink and watching the others. Samantha felt there was something mysterious about her.

After a little touring around the city, the girls all wanted to go dancing. Our party bus stopped at a big, colorful nightclub and we all cheered as we stepped out. It didn't take long to figure out that it was a gender fluid LGBTQ club. I felt relieved and realized that I was part of the community now. I felt more comfortable dancing here than any of the straight clubs that I used to go to before meeting Sasha.

We all had several drinks and danced for a few hours. A few guys even came up to dance with me and I blushed. I felt flattered, but kept turning them away. They were white and a few of them took the hint when they saw my new tattoo.

Suddenly I felt it and my eyes went wide. A man started grinding on me from behind and I felt something so familiar. It was a rather large and hard cock pushing against my ass. I gasped aloud and then saw two dark hands slide across my arms and onto my hips. I looked up and saw a confident and handsome black man. I hesitated for a moment and then started dancing and grinding back on him.

I moaned when I felt it grow against me. We danced for what seemed like hours. The music got quiet and he asked if I wanted a drink.