Doppler's Life
There once was a little person like me, living and not grieving! Until one day he got evicted from his apartment. And the reason was me, because I'm not a simple little person, but a "Doppler"! And I moved into this apartment as a guy, since the landlady couldn't stand girls, at least not in her apartment. But on that very day, I got drunk as a pig, or rather last night, and I was in the form of a girl then, so I returned home and practically passed out immediately.
And in the morning, the landlady came to demand payment for the month, and that's how she saw me. A naked girl sprawled on the bed, without a hint of modesty, and apparently having managed to fuck someone yesterday,
as someone's seed was leaking out of me. After that, such a scandal erupted—a fucked girl sleeping in her apartment, and me, well, me in my male form wasn't there. She almost threw me out of the apartment naked then. When I returned in my usual form for her, that is, as a guy, it only got worse.That woman got so furious that she gave me only until the evening, and if I didn't make it, she'd throw me and my things into the hallway. I had to pack my bags in an emergency. With God's help, I managed to gather everything and take it outside, after which I called a car and moved it to a friend's place, temporarily!
Living at my friend's place, I was looking for a new pad, because even my friend has limits to her hospitality! But since I still had to go to work, and it took up a lot of time, the search dragged on.
The second week of my forced relocation was already underway. And as I was walking home from work—yes, you heard right, walking—passing a dark alley literally a few meters from my friend's house, some thug jumped me from behind. No, I could have handled him because I'm strong and skilled in martial arts, but I wasn't given a chance. Because a moment later, this unfortunate guy was already grabbed, and another moment later, he was already lying on the ground, that is, on the asphalt, writhing in pain.
She explained everything herself. While we were having tea with pastries, she calmed down, this time truly calmed down. And she started asking again if everything was okay with me and so on. And seemingly satisfied with the answers, she told me that something like this had already happened to her. Well, I mean she was attacked, just like me, and then it ended badly, very badly! That's why she got scared for me. By the way, that's also when we found out where she learned to fight so spectacularly.))
When everything settled down, I started getting ready to go to my place, well, that is, to my friend's. And when my shoes were already on, my "savior" suggested I stay at her place, citing the late hour. After a little thinking and pondering, the offer was accepted. What do I really have to lose, especially since my friend is staying at her boyfriend's tonight, so at least it'll be more fun somehow!
She practically jumped for joy and almost forcibly pulled me out of my own sandals; apparently, she also didn't want to be bored alone tonight. After that thought, it hit me—does she live alone here? And as she showed me around the apartment, showing what's what, it was confirmed. The rooms turned out to be half-empty. And the corresponding question put a definitive end to it.
Nastya lived alone (by the way, she finally introduced herself) and this was her own apartment. An inheritance from her grandfather. And the joke about whether she wanted to rent me a room or two really interested her, but not as a joke at all. Apparently, she really was bored and lonely living alone in such a mansion. And after her instant reply "I want to," I was taken aback—who could have thought it would turn out like this.
No, of course, I double-checked with her just in case, but she really got fired up by this idea. After that, we discussed it half the night, and as a result, I got a good rental price, a very good one. And the very next day, I was moving my things to Nastya's. She gave me two whole rooms, the first as a bedroom, and the second something like a study and workshop combined. I'm an architect and, on the side, an amateur designer.
At that time, I didn't have sexual hunger; I was fucking quite regularly, and in different forms. But even so, that moan was enough to catch my attention. And when Nastya started moaning more often and louder, it ignited curiosity in me. So, on tiptoe, trying not even to breathe, I crept to the door of her room. Quietly, quietly, I opened it a crack and peeked inside, but it was dark, so I gave myself cat eyes.
And now that the darkness had cleared, I could see Nastya on all fours, arching her back strongly. And a dildo was moving between her buns, and I must say, a very large caliber one, going straight into her back hole. She knew how to and enjoyed fucking her own ass, taking a fairly large piece of that monstrosity, plunging it into herself each time with a blissful moan.
I liked this sight, and since I was a girl at the moment, my fingers quickly found my own dripping rose. Holding the door with one hand so it wouldn't suddenly swing open, I pleased myself with the other. With my middle and longest finger, I drilled into my depths, and with my thumb, I teased my clit.
This gave me an interesting thought, which I immediately acted upon. I made the door creak slightly and hid. Nastya flinched and looked fearfully towards the creaking door. And not seeing, nor hearing, any cause for alarm, she lay down on the bed, but not completely. She kept her ass still high in the air, with the dildo inserted.
I repeated the trick, which alarmed the apartment's owner again. This time, she decided to check everything. And getting up, she came towards me, forgetting about that thing inside her. When Nastya was already at the door and wanted to peek into the hallway where I was hiding, that thing suddenly fell out of her. It left her hole with a squelching sound and fell onto the laminate with a thud. This distracted her for a couple of seconds, which was enough for me to return my eyes to their normal state, as I had completely forgotten about it.
And just in time, because our eyes met, and it seemed to me that Nastya's cheeks flushed brightly. No, I didn't see it; after all, with normal eyes, it was hard to see. But it was enough to understand what each of us was doing at that moment.
And not letting her get too scared and, God forbid, get hung up about it, I stood up and kissed her. Nastya didn't respond at first, but only initially; when the slight shock passed, she immediately joined in the process. We stood like that for quite a while, sucking face passionately, while pressing tightly against each other. Both of us were naked; Nastya obviously because of what she was doing, and I just sleep without clothes, so that's how I came to spy.
When our initial heat subsided a bit, we remembered that we were standing in the middle of the hallway. And naturally, we quickly ended up in Nastya's bed. Still kissing passionately, but this time not forgetting to caress each other's bodies. I liked kneading her breasts, and she went straight for between my legs, immediately inserting a couple of her fingers into my hole.
After caressing like that for a while, we changed positions. Nastya was on all fours again, and I stood beside her. Kissing her tender back, I caressed her pussy, deliberately positioning my hand so it passed between the hemispheres of her ass. Thus, pleasing not only the pussy but also teasing the back hole. Nastya melted from these caresses; her moans took on a sweet sound.
After warming her up a bit like that, I stood behind her and pressed against her ass. Kissing her buns here and there. After that, I spread her hemispheres and pressed my tongue against her dark ring. I knew for sure she was clean there, so without fear, I tried to drill my tongue right inside. And I succeeded, quite easily; the tight ring of her ass relaxed and hospitably let me into its depths.
Licking the insides of her ass, I brought Nastya to orgasm; she came sweetly. Her ass convulsively contracted, embracing my tongue. After that, she collapsed onto the bed, exhausted. Almost pulling me with her, as her ass held my tongue quite tightly, but it was okay.
I also lay down next to her, and after lounging a bit in her soft bed, I felt a couple of fingers dive into my hole. And they started working actively, and considering how turned on I was then, it was quite normal that I raised my ass high, giving better access and view.
Nastya appreciated this, as she pressed against my rose with all passion. While her fingers drilled the depths of my pussy, her tongue explored my ass. Like me, she started with the hemispheres, then moved to the back hole. And just like with Nastya, my ass was also clean, although it wasn't prepared for this occasion.
This girl licked my ass, penetrating deep and wiggling her playful tongue there. To say I moaned is to say nothing; Nastya, by the way, also enjoyed the process. Because with one hand, she was pleasuring her own pussy. And the better she felt, the more actively she worked on my holes. Because of which, I didn't last long and started coming, coming very sweetly. My pussy gave a lot of juice, so much that Nastya's fingers and hand were abundantly covered with it.
She also came when she felt my body trembling and my ass and pussy convulsing with pleasure. This time, we both fell onto her bed without strength and just fell asleep. Me with my face buried in her soft pillow, and her on top of me, that is, on my legs, using my ass as a pillow.
In the morning, I was greeted by a pleasant awakening, as someone was licking my rose. During the night, I had managed to turn onto my back, and apparently spread my legs quite well, giving full access to it. Nastya was working diligently on my rose, so diligently that within a couple of minutes, I was already feeding her my juices. I couldn't leave this licker without gratitude. We got so carried away then that I almost was late for work.
That's how it would have continued, but about a month later, when I was hanging out with my buddies at a club—yes, this time I was in the form of a guy—a few girls joined our company. And among them was Nastya. Of course, she didn't recognize me, but my heart skipped a beat.
It was a day off, and tomorrow we could rest too, so our whole fun company partied until we dropped. Dancing, drinking, girls—everything spun so much that neither I nor Nastya understood how we ended up at our place. Probably the others brought us, although they were probably surprised that our address was the same. In the end, we slept not only at our place but in the same room, and even in the same bed. At least we were dressed!
The awakening was interesting. Nastya was hugging me in her sleep, and judging by how she was rubbing her body against me, she was having a spicy dream. And she woke up when her lips kissed my neck. And this greatly surprised her, although I don't know what more. The fact that she was in bed with a stranger, by the way, in her bed, or that she was kissing this stranger. And the fact that her pussy was noticeably moist—no, I didn't see it, I smelled it—made her position even more spicy.
I gave her a way out of this situation by joking that the night was great, especially the moment when she dressed me. Nastya only now noticed that our clothes were still on, though clearly wrinkled, but definitely not taken off. This fact clearly cheered her up and calmed her imagination, which had started to run wild. After laughing a bit, clearly lightening the mood, Nastya, to celebrate our acquaintance, suggested we wash down the morning hangover from yesterday's drinking together.
The offer was, of course, accepted, as the hangover was undoubtedly present, except I asked for something for the head as a snack. Apparently, now this situation amused Nastya, as a smile didn't leave her face. I, by the way, also liked it, but for a completely different reason. But there was a small problem: I, well, I in my female form, was supposed to arrive soon. And before Nastya remembered this, I had to solve this problem.
For this, I left the kitchen and went to the balcony, and from there, I called her. Of course, not forgetting to change my voice beforehand. Lying to Nastya that I supposedly wouldn't come today, and possibly tomorrow either. She, of course, asked why, but I skillfully avoided all her questions.
When I returned to Nastya in the kitchen, her expression was still cheerful, but it was clearly readable that she was a bit puzzled. The reason for this slight haze of confusion was me, well, I mean me in my female form. We spent that day together, walking, going to the movies, and just having fun.
During a rather explicit scene on screen, I started getting hard, and Nastya's gaze didn't miss this. She pressed against me even harder, although we were already sitting embraced. Continuing the viewing like this, Nastya snuggled up to me more and more openly and persistently. Although she thought she was doing it discreetly. In the end, I kissed her, and she immediately responded to the kiss.
In general, this naughty hand was feeling up this giant, still through the fabric of my jeans for now. But only for now; in the end, Nastya started unbuttoning my belt, after which, with great difficulty, she dealt with the remaining obstacles before reaching her goal. And here it was, my cock, or rather, my monster, right in front of her face. She looked at my giant for a long time before I felt her caresses.
Yes, she definitely lacked skill, but enthusiasm was certainly in abundance. Nastya sucked me with manic diligence; her nimble tongue ran all over my cock like crazy, and her head went back and forth. Riding me as deep as possible, she even tried to grip the cock as tightly as possible with her lips. Yes, her throat gave in, and her tongue moved a bit incorrectly, but it was enough for my seed to start streaming onto Nastya's tongue.
I was frankly enjoying it then, but she, on the contrary, was stunned. No, she liked it; it's just that the last time she did it was very long ago, and no one asked for her permission then. On that ill-fated evening, she was used without consent, and naturally, Nastya didn't like it; everything that happened then, she didn't like. And I was the first guy she let near her since that time. Hence such a reaction; she expected to feel disgusted and unpleasant, but everything was different.
At the same time, Nastya's mouth was filling up; she wanted to pull away, but I was captured by pleasure at that time, so I didn't want to let her go. Holding her head, so she had to swallow my seed so as not to choke. And apparently, Nastya savored this treat, as all attempts to pull away subsided. Moreover, she didn't let me go until the cock began to wilt.
When she finally released it into the wild, her face showed pleasure. Nastya licked it for a long time after that, even getting to the balls. I take care of myself and remove all hair in that area, so nothing hindered her from enjoying my flesh.
Thanks to her efforts, my giant came back to life, but I wasn't in a hurry to use this power on her pussy. Instead, I laid Nastya back on the sofa we were sitting on and, with a deft movement, pulled down those little shorts she wore at home. Along with her panties, after which I spread her beautiful legs and immediately pressed against her flower.
Right away, giving her that candy she so desired, I started caressing her clit. But this was just for warming up, because her somewhat fleshy lower lips were very sensitive. And sometimes brought almost more pleasure than clitoral stimulation. So, I licked and teased them, or pulled them with my lips. Sometimes even tried them a bit with my teeth, but gently and carefully.
To say Nastya got wet from my caresses is to say nothing. Her juices were everywhere: on my face, on her legs, on the sofa, on the floor beneath us, everywhere! She came a couple of times thanks to my efforts.
Just as she was coming to her senses after that, she pulled me towards her. Thus, I ended up between her legs. And as soon as our lips met, I penetrated her hole. Her moan was even lost in our kisses. I moved