1. The Chain: Link 5a


    Date: 10/3/2014, Categories: Fantasy & Sci-Fi, Author: PervyStoryteller, Rating: 3, Source: LushStories

    wasn’t parading much. It seemed impossible to get into character, the way he did when he was at home, safe. Except that suddenly things were happening. He saw movement out of the corner of his eye. There was a young man standing in a doorway, ironically to a lingerie shop. He couldn’t be much older than Sam himself, but he was wearing some kind of long coat. He was already letting it open to reveal himself, grabbing his cock and holding it, looking beseechingly at Sam. Sam was on the verge of acting with hostility and aggression when Chloe’s voice held him back. “Samantha wouldn’t act like that, would she? Ask him what he wants.” He went all hot and cold. He couldn’t do that. What if the man wanted… “Samantha wouldn’t hesitate,” Chloe told him. “She’d think it was a bit of a giggle.” But Samantha wasn’t real, Sam thought. Then he realised that this was the whole point, that you couldn’t get more real than this woman’s flesh and blood he was trapped in. His eyes met the flasher’s. “What do you want?” The young flasher opened his mouth, but only a terrible stutter came out, “T-t-t-t-t-i-i-i-i-i-i-t-t-t-t-t-t-hi-hi-hi.” Sam didn’t know what to do. The young man was staring at his chest, where the bra was visible through the gauze through the opening in the leather jacket. Not chest, breasts, cleavage, also visible. The trouble was that Sam knew only too well what Samantha would do. He’d even invented a scenario similar to this during an online chat. Samantha would get down her ...
    knees and suck that cock without a moment’s hesitation. She was that kind of slut. “Why don’t you do it, Samantha?” Chloe teased. The young man looked nervously up and down the street. Then his hand began moving slowly as he wanked his cock, looking at the nylon-clad thighs. Sam was seized with terror. In a way he just couldn’t explain, he felt a trickle of arousal. Get a grip, he told himself. You’re not gay. You’re all man. “Really?” Chloe giggled. “Oh yes, you’re very manly with those tits and that cunt.” No, Sam thought. It couldn’t be true. None of this was true. It was all a dream, a very weird dream. The young flasher was looking nervously up and down the street again, but somehow Sam understood that no-one would be appearing. He didn’t know how, he just did. “Pl-pl-pl-pl-pl-d-d-d-d-d-d-d,” the flasher stuttered. To Sam’s horror, the young man’s hand shot out. Fingers touched his leg, stroking first, then clutching. He felt paralysed. Just standing there as the young man felt him, wanking his cock with the other hand. “Hitch your skirt up,” Chloe urged. “Show him your knickers.” Sam hesitated. “You’re Samantha now,” Chloe told him. “Hitch up your skirt and show him your knickers!” Still Sam hesitated. “Do it,” Chloe urged. “It’ll be a new experience for you.” Yeah, right, Sam thought. But then the young flasher gave a soft groan, and something in Sam-cum-Samantha responded. Or rather, Sam was still horrified at himself, But Samantha gave a little wriggle and gripped the ...