Riley Gendreau
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I Love Having Sex (April 2024 Exclusive)
🕑 Added 2024-04-15 23:20:34 +0000 UTCI’ll admit it, I’m a slut a whore whatever you want to call me it’s probably true. I love having sex, and I especially love having sex while inside the body of a woman. Ever since that witch cursed me thinking I'd come to regret pissing her off, I’ve had nonstop sex.
I’ll admit, I probably shouldn't have called all women sluts, and pleasure seekers, especially in front of the witch, but I thought it was true, and in the five hundred years since then, I really haven’t been convinced otherwise.
When the witch cursed me, my body vanished and I woke up inside the body of one of the village girls nearby. I looked around for the witch to demand she turn me back, but she was gone and I was stuck as a woman.
That was far from all she had in store for me. As the hours passed, I found the female body I was in starting to heat up and become more and more aroused. Nothing I did made the sensation die down or the sexual desires I was having go away.
In about three days I found myself in bed with a random man who I didn’t know. I happily spread the legs of the woman whose body I was in and begged the man to fuck me long and hard. The first time was incredible and I loved being split in two and fucked like the bitch I am.
Once both the man and myself cummed, I was pulled out of that woman's body and put into another girl in town. Then the whole thing started again. It only took a month before I was fucked by every guy in the village, as every woman.
Each time I swapped, I found the process got quicker, I was trying to sleep with someone as quickly as possible and in many dirty and kinky ways. Perhaps it was because of the curse, or my own enjoyment of getting to be a different woman and having pleasure, but either way, I loved it.
As time went on, I went from village to village until I ended up in a castle. From there I ended up getting fucked as all the maids, handmaidens, and several of the female knights, and lastly, I ended up as the queen.
I was the queen for a week, as the only person I was allowed to sleep with was the king, and he was too busy most of the time. So I spent a week having to be proper and wear such large dresses while my crotch was dripping wet and I was desperate for cock.
Eventually, he was ready and wanted to try for an heir, so a long passionate night of sex was scheduled. His cock had been the largest one I’d taken so far, and I’m pretty sure it was the queen's first time having sex, as the king was surprised at how good I was.
After that, I was once again off to another woman. About a hundred years later, sixteen hundred, the age of knights was ending, and I found myself on a lot of ships, specifically pirate ships. That’s where I learned a fun fact about my curse.
If I have more than one cock in me, I won't swap again until all the cocks cum in me. So If someone is in my ass and vagina and only the one in my ass cums, I’ll still stay. That also means another person can come over to my ass and use it, making me stay even longer.
As you can imagine, there weren't nearly as many women on the seas as men, so I was in more pirate gangbangs than you could imagine. To be fair, though, I love them, It is so much easier to have ten guys waiting to fuck me than swapping and having to find one over and over again.
Believe it or not, I slept with many famous pirates, Blackbeard and Captain Kidd to name a few. By the end of the pirate era, I thought I had been fucked in every way possible by every type of cock imaginable, but it never got old, and new stuff would appear from time to time.
After that I ended up in America, actually to be fair, I ended up in it at the same time it was created. Suffice it to say in the days to come, I made a lot of men happy. I think in the first week alone, I had sex a hundred times.
There were even a few times I took over a woman already in the process of having sex. For the next couple hundred years, sex was kind of normal, penis in vagina, as the people seemed to deem anything else as demonic.
I will say that I did find myself sleeping around with several very important people. I mean out of all the presidents that have been elected to this day, I’ve slept with thirty-eight of them. It was around the eighties when sex really got great.
People were trying all kinds of new things and fucking in sexy new ways. I got the chance to try a full-body latex suit, buttplugs, and ball gags, there was even a time when I was pretending to be a pony, and I even had hoove shoes and a saddle.
There was a whole new world of things, to try, and that included another woman. I started to find myself in the bodies of women who dated other women, and it was amazing. It's so hot to have a large pair of breasts tightly pressed against your one breast.
I did have to learn how to have sex with another woman at the moment, but with all my practice I adapted quickly. Then there were a few times I ended up as a woman with a penis, and as different as it was, the sex was just as great and I was left moaning like a bit like I always do.
I loved it, the world was more open and unique and the sex was kinkier than ever. Each time I swapped was better and better and I was getting a new experience each time. Then one day I woke up in my current body.
She had long blonde hair she kept in twin tails, a super cute face, and a soft voice, very round and heavy breasts which might be implants, a slim tight waist, nice hips, and decent-sized thighs, a pretty good body as far as they come, and I should know I’ve been in millions.
None of those things was a problem for me, I was more than used to being a woman now, and honestly don’t remember what being a man was like, no what was a problem for me was the thing she was wearing around her hips and crotch.
It was some sort of metal belt. It was tightly pressed against my crotch and wouldn't budge a bit. It was wrapped around my hips and seemed to be locked with a heavy-duty lock. That’s when I realized It meant I couldn't have sex.
I then tore apart this woman's whole house but didn’t find it. I was freaking out, I already felt myself craving sex, but if I couldn't get this off I couldn't have it. That’s when this body's partner came walking and laughed at me.
They said they loved seeing me horny and desperate. I then realized this was some sort of domination thing, I then got onto my knees and crawled towards him and begged him to release me and have sex. I even promised to do anything they wanted.
He laughed again, patted me on the head, and said it’s only been a week, and they weren't letting me out that easily. I was denied, for the first time in my life I offered to let someone fuck me and they didn’t want to do it.
I wasn't going to let up though, not that the curse would let me. Days passed and I grew hornier and hornier, I was rubbing up against them, playing with my breasts in their face, and I even tried to suck them off while they slept, but they stopped me each time.
As the months passed and I was still trapped, I tried to find ways to get this thing off. When that didn't work, I tried to find a way to pleasure myself with it still on, but I couldn't do that. Before I knew it, a year had passed since my last orgasm.
I was starting to think I’d never have sex again, but the curse wouldn't allow me to give up, I had to keep trying, and one day I finally succeeded. I guess for our anniversary, my partner wanted to unlock me and fuck me.
I was so happy, I let him do a ton of things to me, from licking my ass, to using nipples clamps and a bondage hood. I think I cummed a hundred times before he cummed once, but once he did I closed my eyes and waited to wake up in the next body.
That didn’t happen though, instead, I felt my partner lock the belt back on me. I opened my eyes and looked up at them and asked what was going on. They said they were locking me back up, and that we’d have sex again in a couple of months.
I begged them to release me and fuck me again, but they said no, that I’d have to be a good girl and wait a couple months. So somehow for the first time in hundreds of years, I’m stuck in one body, with no answers to why.
I have no idea if the curse broke because I didn’t have sex for a year, or because of how long it took me to get laid. I have no answers, all I know Is I’m horny and want sex, and I now have a partner who gets more satisfaction denying me it and watching me squirm. Please for the love of god, unlock me from this thing and fuck me…
Comments
last_of_workers
Oooh wow this is really cool I really really liked this story but I have a question... Why did he think all girls were whores 500 years ago? Of course, I could be wrong, but in my opinion, morals were better in those days and a nobleman would not even think about such a thing... And in the villages, the main importance was attached to the family... So for me this moment is a little strange... As for ending, then I have a theory... Initially, the curse was made very simple. In the sense that there is only enough energy in it to monitor the presence of sex for a month and then transfer the message to a new body and, in principle, the transfer of the curse is charged in order to work for another month and charge again... And it is simply not designed to last for years ... I have a transfer due to this and it didn’t work
