From Rich to Bitch
God his head hurt. Shawn slowly woke up in a strange room. The last thing he remembered was him and Reginald walking down MLK Blvd. Reginald’s Mercedes had broken down and their phones got no service in that neighborhood. Their only choice was to walk to a store or something and use their phone to call a tow truck. “You boys lost,” a guy in a car had asked them. When Shawn looked at the car he saw a car full of black gang members. Shawn and Reginald ignored them and walked faster. “Hey muthafucka, I’m talkin’ at you,” the guy in the car yelled at them. “No, not lost,” Shawn replied, “just trying to make it to a phone.” Shawn didn’t even look at the guys in the car, he was too scared. The car peeled out in a sudden burst of speed and pulled in front of them. Five big and angry black men spilled out of the car. The leader pulled out a gun and pointed it in Shawn’s face. “You come into our turf and then disrespect us,” he bellowed in Shawn’s face, “y’all need to be taught some respect.” The other members of the gang came up from behind and pistol-whipped Shawn and Reginald over the head. Now Shawn was in some room and the leader of the gang was sitting in a chair watching him.
“Shawn William Traffault IV,” the guy said pulling Shawn’s ID from his wallet. He pulled a business card out, “Investment Banker and Business Manager.” He flicked the card at Shawn. “You rich white fucker’s all got the same problem,” he chided, “y’all think you’re better than everyone. Well Shawn the IV, you gonna learn some respect.” The guy sat up and walked towards Shawn. He held out a small vial of liquid, “drink it.” Shawn looked at the vial, “no way.” The guy pulled a straight razor from his pocket. “You can drink the liquid or I can cut off your balls,” he smiled as he opened the razor. Shawn cringed and opened the vial. It smelled like alcohol and licorice. Staring at the razor he up-ended the vial and swallowed the contents. It burned like whiskey but tasted more like a sweet black licorice. The guy sat back and watched Shawn. Shawn felt unease under the intense stare of the guy. His stomach started to turn and he felt like he was going to be sick. Suddenly the pain in his stomach was unbearable. He doubled up in intense pain. His mouth opened in a scream but his voice froze in agony. His bones cracked and his head felt like it was being squeezed by a vice. He breathed in heaving gasped when the pain subsided for a bit. Then his skin rippled and his muscles wriggled like a thousand tiny worms danced under his skin. Eventually, the pain and shock forced him to pass out.
Shawn came to slowly but felt really weird. He felt smaller and softer. He felt like he was sitting on a padded cushion and there was a strange weight on his chest. He looked over and saw the guy with the razor still watching him. But the look on his face was different than before. Shawn would swear he was turned on. “Damn,” the guy whistled, “you do make one fine lookin’ bitch.” Shawn shook his head; did he hear him right. He got his answer when tresses of pure black slapped him in the face. He grabbed his head and felt a mass of frizzy hair. He looked down and saw a pair of chocolate colored breasts attached to him. He reached into his underwear and felt nothing. Well, he felt something, but not his cock. He felt a soft hairless mound and a damp warm slit. “Why don’t you be a good girl now and touch yourself for me,” the guy said as he adjusted his crotch. Shawn tried to deny him, but he felt this compulsion to obey. He ripped his clothes open and ran his hands all over his new curvaceous. It felt so good. Every small inch of skin was so sensitive. He got wetter and needed to touch his new pussy. “Oh God,” he gasped. His voice was sultry and smoky. Shawn closed his eyes and let his hands work on automatic. He was gasping and panting, oblivious to the man in the room getting hard watching him masturbate.
“Goddamn, Shawntae,” the guy growled, “you’re making me so fucking hard.” Shawn snapped out of his self-induced sexual haze. The name Shawntae reverberated through him. “Shawntae,” she whispered, “I like it.” The guy unzipped his pants and pulled out the most scrumptious looking cock. “Be a good bitch and come suck Trey’s cock,” he ordered. Shawntae was mesmerized by Trey’s cock and demanding words. She wanted nothing more than suck his wonderful cock. She crawled to him and opened her mouth. Trey’s girthy meat slid into her mouth and stretched her mouth wide. Shawntae moaned as her mouth was used for Trey’s pleasure. “Fuck, girl,” he growled, “you a natural cock-sucker. You a better cock-sucker than a banker.” He grabbed her head and pumped his hips. His cock jabbed in and out of her slurping mouth. Shawntae gagged and slobbered as she surrendered her mouth to Trey and his wonderful cock.
“I bet that pussy just as sweet as your mouth,” Trey leered. Shawntae pulled back gasping. “Then fuck me and find out,” she panted. Shawntae was possessed by lust now. Her body was engulfed in flames and she need to be fucked hard to feel any sense of relief. “You are one fucking horny bitch,” Trey laughed. Shawntae knelt on the bed, her firm ass and tight pussy begging for Trey. “Fuck me like your bitch then, Trey,” she purred. Trey stood behind her and slipped his cock in her slowly. He wanted to see her succumb to his cock. Shawntae moaned as she was filled up with his fat cock. “Yes, that’s it,” she sighed. Trey chuckled then smacked her ass hard. She yelped then cried out as Trey pistoned into her hard and fast. He was ferocious and demanding. His cock split her in half as he buried himself balls deep inside her. The room echoed with her screams as she came over and over. Her body was racked with countless orgasms and her mind broke under the constant barrage of Trey’s endless cock. “Oh fuck, bitch, I’m gonna cum,” he roared and erupted deep inside her. Shawntae screamed one last time as her cunt was flooded with blasts of Trey’s cum.
Shawntae collapsed on the bed and whimpered as Trey pulled out of her. Cum leaked out of her well used pussy. Trey fell back into the chair and watched his cum leak out of Shawntae. “Have you learned your lesson, Shawn the IV,” Trey chuckled. Shawntae looked at him with a fire in her eyes. “Don’t call me that,” she hissed, “my name is Shawntae and I’m your woman, your bitch.” Trey roared with laughter. “Not without this,” he said holding up another container of the liquid. It was bigger and clearly where Trey got the smaller batch of liquid. Shawntae bounded off the bed and grabbed the jug. She chugged all of it and felt its fire burn through her. Trey was astonished as he watched Shawn become Shawntae forever. “My turn, baby,” she purred as she looked at Trey’s hardening cock. She gave it a few quick jerks then lowered herself on it. Shawntae rode him hard and Trey was entranced by the woman Shawn had turned into. She was beautiful, powerful, and demanding. She rode his cock and pulled from him every ounce of pleasure she could. “I’m cumming Trey,” she screamed, “I’m cumming baby…I’m cumming.” Trey pulled her close and came again deep inside her. Both collapsed in a heap of sweat and sex.
“Baby,” Shawntae purred, “what happen to Reginald?” Trey smirked, “get some clothes on baby and I’ll show you.” Shawntae slipped into some short-shorts and a tank top she found in the room and followed Trey out into the living room. In the middle of the living room, surrounded by the rest of the guys from the car was a hot blonde. She had a cock in her mouth and one pounding her pussy. Her hand jerked another one off and the rest jerked themselves waiting for their turn. “The boys here wanted to teach Regina the same lesson I taught you,” he answered. The blonde was in the throughs of pure ecstasy as she was pounded by each and every member of the gang, except Trey. He belonged to Shawntae. At the end of the night, when Regina was about to turn back into Reginald, Shawntae poured all of the liquid they’d used on her down her throat. Regina was to be the first “employee” in Shawntae’s new business venture. She pimped Regina out. Regina didn’t mind, she loved it in fact. She loved being pounded day and night. She gave all her money to Shawntae, after all she was the smart one. Within a year, Shawntae was running one of the most successful escort services in the city. Trey loved all the money Shawntae made with her little harem of bitches. But he found he loved his bitch the most.
“Shawn William Traffault IV,” the guy said pulling Shawn’s ID from his wallet. He pulled a business card out, “Investment Banker and Business Manager.” He flicked the card at Shawn. “You rich white fucker’s all got the same problem,” he chided, “y’all think you’re better than everyone. Well Shawn the IV, you gonna learn some respect.” The guy sat up and walked towards Shawn. He held out a small vial of liquid, “drink it.” Shawn looked at the vial, “no way.” The guy pulled a straight razor from his pocket. “You can drink the liquid or I can cut off your balls,” he smiled as he opened the razor. Shawn cringed and opened the vial. It smelled like alcohol and licorice. Staring at the razor he up-ended the vial and swallowed the contents. It burned like whiskey but tasted more like a sweet black licorice. The guy sat back and watched Shawn. Shawn felt unease under the intense stare of the guy. His stomach started to turn and he felt like he was going to be sick. Suddenly the pain in his stomach was unbearable. He doubled up in intense pain. His mouth opened in a scream but his voice froze in agony. His bones cracked and his head felt like it was being squeezed by a vice. He breathed in heaving gasped when the pain subsided for a bit. Then his skin rippled and his muscles wriggled like a thousand tiny worms danced under his skin. Eventually, the pain and shock forced him to pass out.
Shawn came to slowly but felt really weird. He felt smaller and softer. He felt like he was sitting on a padded cushion and there was a strange weight on his chest. He looked over and saw the guy with the razor still watching him. But the look on his face was different than before. Shawn would swear he was turned on. “Damn,” the guy whistled, “you do make one fine lookin’ bitch.” Shawn shook his head; did he hear him right. He got his answer when tresses of pure black slapped him in the face. He grabbed his head and felt a mass of frizzy hair. He looked down and saw a pair of chocolate colored breasts attached to him. He reached into his underwear and felt nothing. Well, he felt something, but not his cock. He felt a soft hairless mound and a damp warm slit. “Why don’t you be a good girl now and touch yourself for me,” the guy said as he adjusted his crotch. Shawn tried to deny him, but he felt this compulsion to obey. He ripped his clothes open and ran his hands all over his new curvaceous. It felt so good. Every small inch of skin was so sensitive. He got wetter and needed to touch his new pussy. “Oh God,” he gasped. His voice was sultry and smoky. Shawn closed his eyes and let his hands work on automatic. He was gasping and panting, oblivious to the man in the room getting hard watching him masturbate.
“Goddamn, Shawntae,” the guy growled, “you’re making me so fucking hard.” Shawn snapped out of his self-induced sexual haze. The name Shawntae reverberated through him. “Shawntae,” she whispered, “I like it.” The guy unzipped his pants and pulled out the most scrumptious looking cock. “Be a good bitch and come suck Trey’s cock,” he ordered. Shawntae was mesmerized by Trey’s cock and demanding words. She wanted nothing more than suck his wonderful cock. She crawled to him and opened her mouth. Trey’s girthy meat slid into her mouth and stretched her mouth wide. Shawntae moaned as her mouth was used for Trey’s pleasure. “Fuck, girl,” he growled, “you a natural cock-sucker. You a better cock-sucker than a banker.” He grabbed her head and pumped his hips. His cock jabbed in and out of her slurping mouth. Shawntae gagged and slobbered as she surrendered her mouth to Trey and his wonderful cock.
“I bet that pussy just as sweet as your mouth,” Trey leered. Shawntae pulled back gasping. “Then fuck me and find out,” she panted. Shawntae was possessed by lust now. Her body was engulfed in flames and she need to be fucked hard to feel any sense of relief. “You are one fucking horny bitch,” Trey laughed. Shawntae knelt on the bed, her firm ass and tight pussy begging for Trey. “Fuck me like your bitch then, Trey,” she purred. Trey stood behind her and slipped his cock in her slowly. He wanted to see her succumb to his cock. Shawntae moaned as she was filled up with his fat cock. “Yes, that’s it,” she sighed. Trey chuckled then smacked her ass hard. She yelped then cried out as Trey pistoned into her hard and fast. He was ferocious and demanding. His cock split her in half as he buried himself balls deep inside her. The room echoed with her screams as she came over and over. Her body was racked with countless orgasms and her mind broke under the constant barrage of Trey’s endless cock. “Oh fuck, bitch, I’m gonna cum,” he roared and erupted deep inside her. Shawntae screamed one last time as her cunt was flooded with blasts of Trey’s cum.
Shawntae collapsed on the bed and whimpered as Trey pulled out of her. Cum leaked out of her well used pussy. Trey fell back into the chair and watched his cum leak out of Shawntae. “Have you learned your lesson, Shawn the IV,” Trey chuckled. Shawntae looked at him with a fire in her eyes. “Don’t call me that,” she hissed, “my name is Shawntae and I’m your woman, your bitch.” Trey roared with laughter. “Not without this,” he said holding up another container of the liquid. It was bigger and clearly where Trey got the smaller batch of liquid. Shawntae bounded off the bed and grabbed the jug. She chugged all of it and felt its fire burn through her. Trey was astonished as he watched Shawn become Shawntae forever. “My turn, baby,” she purred as she looked at Trey’s hardening cock. She gave it a few quick jerks then lowered herself on it. Shawntae rode him hard and Trey was entranced by the woman Shawn had turned into. She was beautiful, powerful, and demanding. She rode his cock and pulled from him every ounce of pleasure she could. “I’m cumming Trey,” she screamed, “I’m cumming baby…I’m cumming.” Trey pulled her close and came again deep inside her. Both collapsed in a heap of sweat and sex.
“Baby,” Shawntae purred, “what happen to Reginald?” Trey smirked, “get some clothes on baby and I’ll show you.” Shawntae slipped into some short-shorts and a tank top she found in the room and followed Trey out into the living room. In the middle of the living room, surrounded by the rest of the guys from the car was a hot blonde. She had a cock in her mouth and one pounding her pussy. Her hand jerked another one off and the rest jerked themselves waiting for their turn. “The boys here wanted to teach Regina the same lesson I taught you,” he answered. The blonde was in the throughs of pure ecstasy as she was pounded by each and every member of the gang, except Trey. He belonged to Shawntae. At the end of the night, when Regina was about to turn back into Reginald, Shawntae poured all of the liquid they’d used on her down her throat. Regina was to be the first “employee” in Shawntae’s new business venture. She pimped Regina out. Regina didn’t mind, she loved it in fact. She loved being pounded day and night. She gave all her money to Shawntae, after all she was the smart one. Within a year, Shawntae was running one of the most successful escort services in the city. Trey loved all the money Shawntae made with her little harem of bitches. But he found he loved his bitch the most.
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