Her New Toy (Patreon)

Brandon is a fifty-year-old chauvinistic man; his high status and well-paid job make him feel the "right" to be as sarcastic, and SOB with everyone and everywhere; he feels like he deserves the world; and his lack of ethics and empathy makes him rise to the top. Morality is a word out of his knowledge, as he says "the end justifies the means" to describe his life very well. As he spent much of his free time taking a cup of coffee from his secretary, the coffee didn't taste as good. A reaction from Brandon made the poor secretary go away with a few tears running down her cheeks. A reaction that made the thing even worse was the fact he fired her immediately just by a single mistake from her, but in reality it was just a mere excuse to fire her.

Brandon was very tired of her right now; she hired him just by her looks, and after fucking her for a couple of months, he was bored with her, firing her like a piece of trash, like he usually treats everyone. "Shit, that hooker must be going to the streets and getting bucks easily; her tits are worth it," he thinks with a smile. Whatever the poor girl is doing right now, he doesn't care anymore; she is just as disposable as everyone he meets, using people like mere puppets for his own purposes. He takes his phone; he has some work to do, and there is no time to waste on useless people like her. He is about to leave when he finds the same girl he fired returning to his office; her face looks a bit sultry, and her pose looks awkward.

"What the fuck are you doing here? You are." The woman stripped off her clothes, leaving her completely nude and her stunning shape bare exposed, and began rubbing her clit with shameless abandon in front of him. Brandon has no idea what's going on or how to proceed with this slutty abandon from this woman. He is a wacky yet very hot spectacle. This woman is so hot that he doesn't know what to do: call the police or just contemplate the shameless show from this woman. He doesn't know. The aroma of sex overcomes his senses. her shaven flat pussy swollen with her s¿fingers storking her labia, squirting instantaneously, forming a puddle on the floor, her hips bucking, moans escaping from her mouth, squirting a river in a few seconds.

Brandon could not believe what his eyes were looking for; her pussycat squirted like a fountain. "Sorry, Daddy, but I have to do this." She purred and shot him with her own lovely juices. The shot hit him like a super soaker, straight to his face, soaking his face entirely. Brandon got into a pure moment of rage: "You stupid, nasty whore." He shouted at her, his eyes burning with rage, but the moment these words escaped from his mouth, his rage dissipated. Brandon's mind was overcome by a sudden rush of pleasure; he felt his body tingling all over, from head to toe; he could feel his member growing hard; whatever the fuck these juices are, this makes him completely horny instantly.

"C'mon, Brandi, take this, c'mon, we have a very good moment of bliss." The nasty whore rubs her citoris, and suddenly, her clit grows inch by inch. In a few seconds, her clit adopts the form of a hard, veiny dick, probably a few inches long and hard to make every woman blush and squirm in heat. Brandon could not believe what his eyes saw. The sudden rush of pleasure mixed with this nasty show makes the entire scene appealing and very hot for his horny state of mind.

He grabs the woman's big, hard clit with both hands, and without hesitation twice, he licks her veiny member with a very naughty tongue, the one that makes the girl very surprised. "Woa Brandi, I didn't know you were such a slut like me; you know, let's have more fun with little whore." She grinned out at him. She started to unzip his pants as Brandon did the same with his shirt. Once fully naked, the woman started to pound him from his ass in such wild and aggressive fashion, making him scream and moan in pleasure. Brandon has to admit this feels really, really good. He has no idea why he is doing this, but he doesn't care. Brando is so horny and gets to release his horniness with that disgusting but veiny and hard cock from his old employee; he needs it.

"Please, more; I need this." He screams in pleasure, making the scene more appealing to the woman; his former boss is now pleading her for "You're a slut. A very nasty slut, and you need this; remember that," the woman says, pounding his ass faster and roughly. "YES, I'M A SLUT, AND I NEED IT." Brandon says in utter disgust to hear himself say these words. A part of his still rational mind tells him to stop, but it's in vain. The moment her lovely juices meet his face, Brandon's fate has been sealed.

His voice turns high-pitched, his body losing mass and muscle, the mass redistributed, gaining fat in certain places like the butt and his chest, two big mounds of flesh growing on his chest, big gravity-defying gloves hung proudly on his former bare chest now, his hair exploded in a long and lustrous mane of blond hair, the wrinkles of his face vanished from existence, turning a long, smooth, and feminine oval face, her eyes good long, and with that vapid look so characteristic of a slutty gal, As her ass got rounder and perkier, the woman was fascinated by his entire shape reforming; after all, this is why she loves to transform people, because of the lovely transformation process.

And the final touch—his manhood—spurted the last remains of his masculinity before shrinking into nothing, turning a clit and his balls receding into his shaft, opening a slutty tunnel of love where his once proud dick used to be. "I gonna, I gonna," the woman exclaimed, cumming after the pleasure she felt as a result of her former boss's transformation, making Brandi scream and climax instantly, both slutty gals screaming in outstanding bliss, especially Brandi, with the memories from her old self vanished, replaced by the slutty mind of Brandi.

After a few minutes of pure bliss, both women rested on the floor, soaked with their juices and the seed from a man who doesn't exist anymore. The woman stood on her feet, looking at her new creation lying on the floor and admiring her big mounds of tittiflesh. She is suited absolutely for nothing else but adult industry, and this is what she is.

"My gal, would you like a new one? is $500 more." Brandi says, trying to recover from the new personal session with one of her numerous online clients, that she is young and hot and very, very slutty; her horniness is uncontrollable; and she needs to fuck every single day; it's like her medicine. "It's a good price for me." The woman grins, pouting at Brandi, who seems to be ready for another round of wild and rough intercourse.