"That's right Stacy," the new Elliot says with a grin. "First things first, I want you to try and stay quiet for as long as you can. If your parents hear us we'll be in a lot of trouble." He said teasingly, snaking a big masculine hand under your skirt and into your panties. He starts rubbing your new pussy and you let out an airy gasp. Your mind is assaulted with new sensations, you want him to stop but your bimbo persona doesn't. You are putty in Elliot's new hands, and despite your wishes you feel your pussy getting wet, starting to drip your womanly essence onto your former fingers.
Elliot stops rubbing your pussy, and if you weren't so turned on by the roleplay you would have begged him to continue. Luckily you don't need to beg. Elliot is done rubbing your pussy, he now begins to sink his fingers inside you. You feel his index and middle finer wrinkle within you, and your new bimbo brains makes your pussy tightly grip those delightful digits. He slowly starts to remove his fingers. Your bimbo side struggles to keep him within you, and just as her despair at his exit is nearly unbearable, he sinks his fingers back in as far as he can. In and out he continues, slowly and teasingly. All the while you remain silent, for though you remember that your (new) parents aren't home, your bimbo side is more than content pretending she must keep silent. Lost in euphorics bliss, it shocks you to feel a second hand venturing into your now soaked panties. The palm of this hand comes to rest on your shaven groin, while the thumb starts to rub the zenith of your pussy. It isn't long before the thumb hits that small nub of paradise, your clit. suddenly the pleasure of being finger fucked is paled, as your clit sends a tidal wave through you. You let out a helpless moan, a high pitched hungry moan that attests to your new gender. The fingering stops. The clit rubbing stops. Your heartbeat increases and you look into Elliot's eyes afraid, your bimbo persona feels awful for breaking the rules your man had given you.
"Stacy I told you to keep quiet." He says grinning, removing his hands from your pussy, "And now I have to punish you, you had girl." He finishes with a laugh, using his clean hand, 'his clot rubbing hand' you think to yourself, and he unfastens your restraints. You fall against him, knees weak and inner thighs still soaked, your panties are loosely hung around your high-heeled ankles.
"I'm sorry baby, I just felt so good I couldn't help it." You whimper against his chest, barely able to breathe properly after your man's efforts.
"I know you're sorry Stacy, but I still have to punish you." Elliot responsible smilling and putting his one soaked hand up to your pretty mouth. "First punishment, suck and lick my hand clean." He instructs, and without missing a beat you've got a finger in your mouth as you suck your own juice off of these burly godlike hands. The musky scent mixed with the tangy taste in a way that threatened to sicken you, but your bimbo half couldn't get enough of her punishment. You lapped it up, and cleaned your former hand thoroughly. Once you were finished Elliot grabbed your head and began kissing you hard, his large tongue feeling its way around your mouth, and you were forced to feel your former mouth with your new tongue. All this forceful play has not done anything to decrease the heat and feeling of wetness from between your thighs.
Elliot forces you to separate from him, and speaks "Okay Stacy, you cleaned my hand real well." You smile at this compliment and your stomach does a flip in joy. "But now your second punishment needs to take place...."
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