MY SPECIAL VANTAGE POINT PART III
Mirror, mirror, on the wall, is this reflection truly I?
No, it is the image of Rose my twenty year old niece with the great pair of headlights and the deluxe model ass.
What magic has been cast to take me from the security of my “dearly departed” jar on the mantle to standing naked in front of this full length mirror? I have no idea how long we will remain switched in this strange quirk of fate but I have every intention of taking full advantage of it.
My deplorably dissolute former husband Harry’s cum still decorates my chin and breasts with dried flecks and I can smell his scent in my hair right where he bounced his squirting cock.
After the switch took place, I sat on the bed in a state of shock watching my younger sister Mary let Harry poke her pussy from the rear. Of course, now that I was inside Rose’s much younger body, I would have to consider Mary to be my less than innocent mum.
I could not resist shoving my finger up Harry’s plunging brown eye just to give him a taste of his own medicine for stretching my sphincter all those times when I felt it a necessary offering to keep him close to home. I knew my Harry was always sniffing around the young female students looking for a suitable “rear door” partner in search of a better grade.
My slut of a mum was starting to moan with a pathetic whining noise and I knew from experience she was not far from reaching her gasping release. My finger in Harry’s bum was making him stick poor Mary deeper than ever before. He slapped into her slightly drooping ass cheeks with a hard and spirited humping action that came close to knocking her right off the bed. I could see that the old fool was ready to spurt his load into Mary’s well-pounded pussy, so I dug my finger in real deep and twisted it vigorously in every direction. He was so excited that he grabbed Mary’s love handles and held her tight against his groin as he delivered a most copious load of creamy cum.
Now I was back in my own house with my “mum” Mary sound asleep in her bedroom. I looked at my beautiful twenty year old body in the mirror once again and lifted my leg up high so I could see my pussy slit and my brown eye at the same time. Even when I was only in my twenties and still at University, I did not look this good. The change from my last physical form in my late 50s was certainly not comparable at all. I had felt I was still a “good lay” even in my mature state but I could not argue with the slender figure of the beautiful young girl in the mirror.
I looked in Rose’s drawers and found several “toys” which I sort of recognized. Well, at least I was familiar with the dildo thingy and the rubber butt plug but most of the other stuff was a mystery to me. I did see a long chain of connected little “balls” that were marked with the cryptic note of “Love Beads”. My suspicion was that they would be shoved into the pussy or ass and pulled back out again to give the feel of being stretched and fucked by very thick cocks.
I wanted to play with the “Love Beads” but I settled for the dildo and started to slide it in and out of my tight pussy slit after lubricating it liberally from a jar marked “sexy lube-strawberry flavor”. At first, I was disappointed with the result but then I realized the lube had a stimulating effect and soon my pussy was quivering and pulsating with each studied thrust.
Since it was pretty late at night, I figured my “mum” would be sleeping like a baby. However, to be on the safe side, I chewed on a rubber cock to keep from whimpering too loudly as my orgasm fast approached.
It hit me hard and surprised me with the overwhelming waves of sheer pleasure. It had been a long time since I felt this alive and pounding with emotion. My orgasm washed over me and left me wishing for a live cock to plumb my depths of passion.
The next morning, I dressed and used Rose’s stock of cosmetics to enhance my facial features beyond my greatest expectations. I selected her skimpiest thong and the open top bra that revealed even the dark tinted nipple under the sheerest of blouses. I looked at my bottom in the mirror and was well-pleased with how it seemed to stick out just that extra little bit that usually inflamed male libidos.
I covered my lack of knowledge with a story about a severe headache and received oodles of sympathy from most of my male co-workers and knowing looks of skepticism from the females.
When I went into the supervisor’s office, I expected to be admonished for not being up to snuff on the daily operations, but he just lowered the blinds and motioned for me to sit up on his lap. I did not have to be a mental genius to figure out what he wanted me to do. My boss whose name was Ted wasted no time in yanking down my thong and sliding his impressive hard cock into my pussy slit from the rear. I automatically started to move up and down, but he stopped me with his hands and asked,
“What’s the matter with you today, Rose? You know I like you to be still while I squeeze your ass with my cock buried deep. Please don’t move, you little tease!”
Ted spent an inordinate amount of time playing with my ass and I was forced to spray him with my female juices at least twice before I attempted to move a muscle. Each time, he spanked me hard on my ass cheeks for being a naughty secretary, but I could tell he was enjoying it immensely.
The sensation of his load shooting deep inside my vagina was very satisfying to me. As soon as he was finished, he pushed me up off his lap and told me,
“Get your pants up, girl! This is an office. Be sure to get the last month reports to me before you leave today and if I catch you on the phone texting again, it’s the sack for you, lots of other girls willing to sit on old Ted’s lap to get a good job and a chance to make extra money. Don’t forget, I need you to bring these briefs to Prince Sharif at the guest house tonight after work. And, Rose, no need to wear any undies tonight, the Prince is on a tight schedule.”
I had no idea at all what he was talking about, but I made certain I had the briefs inside my case when I left and I had the exact directions to the “guest house”. It was actually a very posh mansion that had formerly been well publicized gambling den closed because of some very dodgy activities. Apparently, this “Prince Sharif” owned not only the “guest house” but most of the other retail business surrounding it.
Just like Ted had instructed me, I wore no underwear and made sure my abbreviated dress was easily opened should the need arise. I guess that Rose had secured her position by being very receptive to keeping her boss happy at work and tending to his client’s needs for young, attractive British females.
At the “guest house” I had the case taken from me right in the front lobby and inspected for any weapons or other unwanted items. I was made to lean against the tapestry wall and told to spread my legs. I almost giggled when the tall one told me that in a very serious voice.
Neither one of the goons was smiling.
The short one had his hands all over me and I could hear him commenting to the tall one about my lack of underthings in a foreign language which I did not understand but yet I knew exactly what he was saying. The tall one was disbelieving until he slid his hands underneath my dress and confirmed my obvious lack of common decency. I was not in the least bit upset by all of this because I was sure in my perception that they were “all business” and not looking for a cheap thrill.
I sat on a chaise lounge in an anteroom and was eventually called into the “inner sanctum” of Prince Sharif. He turned out to be a fairly attractive young man in his early thirties and sporting a handsome mustache and a sexy little goatee. His smile sent a little flutter to my pussy lips. OMG, my twenty year old pussy lips just waiting for some adventure time.
I transferred the briefs to his writing table and he dismissed them with a wave of his well-manicured fingers. When I approached closer to his desk, I could see the bobbing head of a very young girl who looked to be about 16 or 17 years of age. She had a deep olive skin tone and I assumed she was a member of his female entourage. I found out from her later that she was his latest “wife” and she felt blessed to be the marital property of the “Light of the East”.
From my angle I could see the Prince’s huge cock traveling inside every little corner of the young girl’s mouth and probably even down some distance into her lovely throat. The Prince patted her on the top of her head just like one would do to inform their dogs they had done a satisfactory job.
The Prince looked me over from head to toe. I just knew he had deduced I was sans underwear and that my pretty pussy was dripping with female juices in anticipation of some royal love-making.
I gulped a bit at his brevity.
“Err, Rose, Your majesty.”
I was shaking a little bit now not knowing what to expect.
“20, almost 21, sir.”
Knowing any deception would be easily found out; I elected to tell very close to the truth.
“I was until just recently, sir. I have been taken in my vagina by only 3 males and my back door is still unopened.”
He looked so serious; I had to smile just a little.
“Unfortunately, I have been much more active with my mouth because it was a way to protect my virginity so long. I started using my mouth for sex shortly after my sixteenth birthday and I have given oral comfort to a dozen men since that time.”
The Prince nodded his head as if he was fully aware of all this already and was just checking my truthfulness to confirm his knowledge.
He stood up and I saw he was fairly tall and had a very nice muscular figure. His robe was still open and his rampant cock was sticking out like a clothesline waiting for the wash to be hung. I hoped he did not see me lick my lips when I saw the big beautiful bulb at the very end.
“Come, little British missy, bend over the desk, I wish to deliver my seed to your pretty British pussy.”
It seemed a good idea to not laugh or giggle at this instruction because the Prince was a pretty serious looking guy. So I just hiked up my short dress to my belted waist and tucked it in to keep it from getting in the way of the Prince’s impatient cock.
No sooner had I taken my position when the Prince let out a shout of glee and mounted me with serious intent to impale my already wet pussy as deep as he could go. I wanted to shout out for him to “go slow” but he was pumping hard before I could say a single word. After that it was all whimpers, and moans and hard nasty grunts from my agitated rider.
In my entire life as Harry’s dutiful wife, I had never experienced an adventure such as this. I was quivering and quaking with passion and emotions never felt before. I wanted to tell the Prince that he was a wonderful lover and that he made me feel like a fully completed woman. I didn’t say anything because I sensed the Prince felt it was inappropriate for a female to open her mouth unless it was to accept his royal cock inside to suck his Princely cum down into her tummy.
When he was finished with me, he waved me to be gone without another word.
I could tell he was finished with me. At least for right now, he was finished.
But the Prince and I would meet again and the next time the tables would be turned in my favor.
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