I feel completely and totally violated. If that's what you were going for Jon, then good job. He left hours ago, and I've managed to get some sleep, but I still feel a little bit like I'm going to throw up. It was absolutely disgusting! I don't even really want to talk about it, or more appropriately write about it, but thanks to your stupid wish, I have to. I suppose the worst part, and I'm sure you'll get your jollies off of this one, is the fact that a small part of me actually enjoyed it. That feels worse than anything else right now, the idea that on some level, buried deep down, I wanted it. Make no mistake Jon. I felt bad about what I'd done to you and I suppose I still do, but you're taking this little revenge thing way too far, and if I ever find a way to make you pay well, like you said, payback's a bitch, and so am I.
He showed up around two in the morning and I was filled with the most profound dread I'd ever felt. I wanted to run, to open the door and bolt past him, but I knew I couldn't. Taking a deep breath and closing my eyes, I finally opened the door and let him in. He was much too thin, still wearing the stained wife beater and torn blue jeans he'd had on when I'd asked for my room, and smelled like a mixture of alcohol and various body odors. The worst part though, was the evil grin on his face. There was something about it that just made my skin crawl, and with that grin set into a poorly kept goatee of dark hair; he looked like the consummate villain.
Much as I wanted to, I knew I couldn't avoid what was coming next. Thanks to Jon, I was going to have to have sex with him. I wanted to throw up right there. I walked over to him slowly, breathing through my mouth so I didn't have to smell him. Our friend didn't waste any time either. Before I knew it, he was kissing me hard on the lips. It wasn't a pleasant kiss. He forced his mouth on mine and I tried not to shudder as I felt his grubby hands sliding madly up and down my body. I kept telling myself that I just had to get through this. I didn't have to like it; I just had to do it. Once it was over he'd leave. I fought back the tears, because I didn't want him to see them. I had a feeling he was the type that would get off on something like that.
I felt his hands slide up and underneath my shirt. They were clammy and his skin was rough. He forced his tongue into my mouth, as he continued his work. Before long, he was pulling my shirt up, and he pulled his lips away just long enough to pull it up over my head and toss it on the floor. That was when he flashed that malicious grin at me again. At first I wasn't sure what he had in mind as he ogled my breasts, but then he started to push down on my shoulders and said something terrible. I can still hear it in my head while I'm typing this, and it still makes me cringe.
He told me to suck him. I didn't want to. Hell, I didn't want him in here at all, and when it came down to it; old body or not, I just wanted my life back. I started to shake my head. That wasn't part of the wish right? Jon just said I had to have sex with him. He wouldn't take no for an answer though, and in my current form, he was stronger than I was. He forced me down on my knees and unzipped. Time seemed to crawl as he slipped a hand into the slit in his boxers and pulled out his semi-hard dick. I looked up at him, pleading with my eyes. He wouldn't have any of that though. I felt his hand grab the back of my head and force me toward it. I wasn't going to open my mouth. I was going to fight it as much as I could. He tugged violently on a clump of hair though and I opened my mouth to cry out. This horrible man didn't waste any time, and before long he'd stuffed it in my mouth. He started to guide my head up and down his dick. Amidst the taste of salty sweat, I could feel him getting hard in my mouth.
As he forced the blowjob, calling me a slut and a whore amongst other things, I felt something unfamiliar happening. I felt dampness and warmth between my legs. At first I honestly thought I was wetting myself. This was the first time I'd actually been aroused since the transformation that Jon had forced on me. When I realized what it was, I felt even sicker inside. I couldn't help myself, much as I tried. As I was doing my best not to gag on the dick he was starting to shove down my throat, I slid a hand down beneath the rim of my jeans, and beneath my boxers. The curly hairs were already sticky, and as a finger started to slide down the crevice between my labia I started to shake. It was like I could feel the sensations throughout my entire body.
By the time he pulled out of my mouth, I'd slipped an experimental finger inside and the feeling, as I felt the walls press against it was unlike anything I'd ever experienced. When I looked up he was smiling down at me. He pulled me back up. He pulled his pants and boxers completely off and stepped out of the pile on the floor, his. He told me to get undressed as he pulled his shirt off. I was scared now. The fact that I was aroused didn't make things better. It made them a hundred times worse, and I just wanted this over. I reached back and unclasped my simple white bra, freeing my breasts, and tossed it on the floor. Then I undid my pants and pulled them and my boxers, I still hadn't had a chance to buy a more appropriate pair of underwear.
I have to admit that the rest of the experience is kind of a blur of sensations and emotions in my mind, but I'll do my best to describe it. He pushed me onto the bed and wasted no time climbing on top of me, and positioning himself between my legs. I felt his tip press against my opening, and before long he slid in. And believe me, I cried out. I felt like he was going to rip me in half, but he kept going. Physically, as he was pumping me, it was probably the most amazing thing I'd ever felt. Thankfully I was so lost in the physical feeling that my self-loathing shut down for a little while. He started playing with my breasts while he was fucking me. I knew from word of mouth that the breasts and nipples were sensitive, but I never could have imagined this.
Between his hands and mouth on my nipples and his cock inside of me, I felt my body stiffen and realized I was having my first female orgasm. I felt my eyes roll up, and had to work to catch my breath. My entire body felt charged. Cumming was amazing, but unfortunately, though it still felt good, my senses began to return. The bed was shaking around me, and I found myself looking up into the eyes of well, I was kind of starting to think of him as my rapist. True, he hadn't really had to force me, aside from the blow job, but I still kind of felt like I was being raped. I hadn't wanted this after all, and was really only doing it because of Jon's wish.
Because I didn't have a choice.
Fortunately, it didn't take him long to finish after that and I felt a warmth down in my crotch as he filled me with his seed.
And that's where it ended, thank god. He got dressed and left, leaving me to lie there in a haze of physical pleasure and emotional revulsion. Though it seemed to last forever, looking up at the clock I realized he'd only been here for about a half an hour. At some point I drifted off to sleep, and woke up. I showered almost right away and when I got down to the space between my legs, I realized there were tiny drips of semen leaking out. I'd been kind of freaked at first, but then I kinda remembered reading something about that. Talk about annoying.
Now, if I'm gonna be stuck like this for a while, I'm gonna have to buy some new clothes. I'd grabbed a few things that still kind of fit me before I left for work yesterday, but I really need to find something a little more comfortable.
I hope your happy Jon, because right now I feel completely used and worthless.
