1. Changing Realities (Part 3)


    Date: 7/17/2016, Categories: Fantasy, Asian, Body modification, Trans, Author: HunterRDF, Source: sexstories.com

    Hi guys and girls! It's Chase. You know, the person this story is about. I know what you're thinking – This can't possibly be real. Well, let me assure you that it absolutely is. I can't prove it to you, unless we chance to meet some day and even then, I'd have to tell you the whole deal all over again. That's something I'm not very likely to do since any exposure of who and what I am could lead to my capture by someone wishing to turn me into some kind of guinea pig. I don't know about you, but I'm not too keen about being locked away for the rest of eternity and being subjected to all manner of experiments in a vain attempt to reproduce this.........thing that happened to me. There's just no way I can allow that to happen. I've been having far too much fun over the years since my reality changed. Anywho, let's get back to 1890, shall we? * * * * * Chapter 5 When I saw Dao-Ming's eyes cast that blue light around the room as she rode me I tried desperately to throw her off and flee the room, the hotel, the city – hell, I'd have fled the continent right that second I was so scared. Unfortunately for me, the longer her gaze was upon me, the weaker I became. Not five minutes later, I found I couldn't lift my head from the mattress, I couldn't speak. I couldn't even lift a finger, as cliché as that sounds. I remained conscious for the time being, which I thought was a good thing at the time. The only part of me that I could move were my eyes. I sent up a silent prayer that ...
    whatever was wrong didn't seem to affect my autonomic functions like breathing and swallowing. The only sound I could hear was Dao-Ming as she grunted and groaned, riding me through orgasm after orgasm. I could feel her pussy clenching down on my shaft as she came, her juices flowing copiously. I didn't know why, but I was unable to cum myself. If I hadn't been so scared at the time, I probably would have connected the dots and figured out that whatever was keeping me immobile was also keeping me from achieving the same orgasmic bliss she was clearly getting. To my disbelief, I found that I still enjoyed watching her stroking up and down on my cock, sometimes bucking fast and hard, other times tenderly and teasingly slow. I was entranced by her tits bouncing to and fro as well, rivulets of sweat sluicing between them as she went. As one hour became two, almost three, Dao-Ming finally slowed in the midst of her biggest orgasm yet and collapsed atop my chest, gulping down deep breaths as she shuddered to a stop, my cock still buried deep inside her. Even as she quieted, I could hear her whispering in what I could only assume was her native language. I could hear an almost poetry-like pattern to the words, but I could understand none of it. Strangely enough, this frightened me most of all. Chapter 6 Several minutes later, and consigned to whatever fate awaited me, I looked down at her head resting on my chest only to find her staring up at me, eyes still blazing luminescence and a ...
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