James to Jasmine

"I-I don't think I can," he said, his voice shaking. "I have to go."

Mr. Johnson's hand tightened on James's waist, his grip almost painful. "Don't be like that, Jasmine. Stay a little longer. You won't regret it."

James felt trapped, his mind racing as he tried to figure out a way to escape. He knew he had to do something, and fast, before things spiraled even further out of control.

James's breath caught in his throat as Mr. Johnson's hand glided across his waist, sending a shiver down his spine. The sensation froze him in place, and he let out an involuntary moan, surprised by the sound that escaped his lips.

Mr. Johnson's smile widened at the reaction, and he took it as a cue to escalate things slightly. He moved closer to James, his hand now resting on the small of James's back, his other hand moving up to brush against James's cheek.

James's heart pounded in his chest, and he felt a surge of desire and fear wash over him. He knew he should leave, get out of this situation before it was too late, but he couldn't bring himself to move. The new sensations building inside him were too intense, too intoxicating, and he wanted to feel more.

He sat back down on the couch, his body trembling with anticipation as Mr. Johnson leaned in to kiss him. James's mind was spinning, his thoughts jumbled and confused, as he felt Mr. Johnson's lips on his own.

For a moment, he forgot about everything else, lost in the sensation of being kissed by another man in his new body. But then reality came crashing back, and he pulled away, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath.

"I-I can't do this," he said, his voice shaking. "I'm sorry."

James's body betrayed him, responding to Mr. Johnson's touch against his will. He tried to push him away, but his hands felt weak and uncooperative. He was torn between the pleasure he was feeling and the guilt and shame that came with it. As Mr. Johnson's hand crept higher up his thigh, James's mind raced with a mix of confusion and excitement. He had never felt anything like this before, and a part of him wanted to give in to the pleasure, to let go of his inhibitions and explore this new side of himself. But at the same time, he knew that what was happening was wrong, that he shouldn't be doing this with his neighbor, with a man. He tried to resist, to push Mr. Johnson away, but his body seemed to have a will of its own.

Mr. Johnson's fingers brushed against the fabric of James's panties, and James let out a loud, involuntary moan. He pulled away, looking up at James with a look of amusement. "Do you still want to leave, Jasmine?" he asked.

'My name is James,' he thought. James hesitated for a moment, his mind racing with conflicting emotions. Part of him wanted to stay, to keep exploring these new feelings, but another part of him knew that he needed to get out of here, to put some distance between himself and Mr. Johnson.

"Jasmine?"

But in the end, his desire won out. James looked down, and then, Jasmine looked up at Mr. Johnson, her eyes filled with a mix of desire and fear.

"No," she said softly. "I don't want to leave."

Jasmine's body was betraying her in ways she never could have imagined. She could feel herself getting damp between her legs as Mr. Johnson's hand explored her body, and she couldn't help but moan with pleasure. She knew she should stop him, that it was wrong and dangerous, but she couldn't seem to make herself pull away. Her hand reached out involuntarily, tracing the outline of Mr. Johnson's bulge through his pants. Hesitantly, she wrapped her hand around it, feeling it grow harder and thicker under her touch.

She was amazed at how her body responded to the feel of it, and she couldn't help but stroke it gently, eliciting moans of pleasure from Mr. Johnson. The sense of power she felt was intoxicating, and she couldn't believe she was doing this. But even as she felt herself getting lost in the moment, a voice in the back of her mind was screaming at him to stop.

"Do you like it?" Mr. Johnson asked, her voice thick with desire. Jasmine hesitated, feeling a sense of shame and confusion wash over her.

But even as she struggled to make sense of what was happening, her body seemed to have a mind of its own. "Yes," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I do."

Jasmine's hand shook as she wrapped it around Mr. Johnson's bulge, feeling its hardness and warmth through the fabric of his pants.

She couldn't believe how her body was reacting, how her mind was being flooded with sensations she had never experienced before. Her breaths came in short gasps as she squeezed gently, feeling Mr. Johnson's reaction to her touch. Mr. Johnson groaned softly, her hand moving to Jasmine's thigh, her fingers trailing along the soft skin.

"That's it, Jasmine," she said, her voice thick with desire. "You're doing so well. You're such a natural."

Jasmine's cheeks flushed at the praise, and she couldn't help but feel a sense of pride at the compliment. But then she noticed how tight her clothing felt all of a sudden, how her breasts felt heavy and sensitive against the fabric of her tank top. She shifted uncomfortably, her body aching for release.

"Can I?" she asked, her hand still wrapped around Mr. Johnson's bulge.

"Can you what, darling?" Mr. Johnson asked, his eyes dark with desire.

"Can I see it?" Jasmine asked hesitantly, her fingers tightening around Mr. Johnson's length. Mr. Johnson nodded, his hand moving to undo her pants. Jasmine watched in fascination as Mr. Johnson's length was revealed, thick and pulsing with desire. Her mouth went dry as she reached out, her fingers wrapping around the shaft. She couldn't believe how good it felt, how right it felt in her hand.

She stroked it gently, feeling Mr. Johnson's pleasure building with each movement of her hand. And all the while, she was acutely aware of her own body, of the dampness between her legs, of the ache that was growing inside her. As Mr. Johnson moaned softly, Jasmine couldn't help but wonder what was happening to her. How had she ended up in this situation, touching another man like this, feeling desire and pleasure in a body that was not her own? She knew she should leave, get out of this situation before it went too far. But she couldn't bring herself to move, couldn't bring herself to let go of the pleasure that was building inside him.

Jasmine's hand continued to stroke Mr. Johnson's shaft, fascinated by the experience and the feel of it. She noticed how tight her clothing felt suddenly, her breasts swelling against the fabric of her tank top, nipples hard and proud. Mr. Johnson sat back on the couch, enjoying the sensation of Jasmine's hand on him. "You're a natural, Jasmine," he said, his voice low and husky.

Jasmine looked up at him, feeling a sense of pride and accomplishment. "Thank you," she said, before turning her attention back to Mr. Johnson's shaft.

Mr. Johnson leaned over and whispered in Jasmine's ear, "Take off your tank top." Jasmine hesitated for a moment, feeling a surge of self-consciousness. But then she remembered how good it had felt to be touched by Mr. Johnson, how powerful and sensual it had made her feel, and she slowly peeled off her tank top. Her breasts were now free to the air, and she could feel Mr. Johnson's eyes on him.

She shivered with excitement as Mr. Johnson reached out to tweak her nipples, sending a jolt of pleasure through her body. Suddenly, Jasmine had an urge to do something more, stripping her denim shorts off, leaving her in just her newly-bought panties. Instead of sitting back on the couch, she decided to kneel between Mr. Johnson's legs, her breasts brushing against Mr. Johnson's thighs. Mr. Johnson moaned in appreciation as Jasmine continued to stroke him with her hand, his eyes locked on Jasmine's breasts.

"You're so beautiful," he said, his voice thick with desire.

Jasmine could feel her own arousal building, her body responding to Mr. Johnson's touch and her own exploration of Mr. Johnson's shaft. She had never felt anything like it before, and she was amazed at how powerful the sensations were. As Mr. Johnson continued to tweak her nipples, Jasmine felt her body grow damp with desire. She didn't know how much longer she could hold out before she lost control completely.

Jasmine's hand continued to glide up and down Mr. Johnson's thick, veiny shaft, relishing in the way it felt in her grasp. She marveled at how the skin was so smooth, yet rigid at the same time, as if it was made to be held and stroked. Her fingers traced the veins that bulged beneath the surface, feeling the pulse of blood that flowed through them.

"It's so hard," she whispered, her breath coming in short gasps as she continued to stroke. Mr. Johnson moaned in response, his eyes closed in pleasure.

"Spit on it," he commanded, and Jasmine hesitated for a moment before complying. She watched in awe as the spit glistened on the shaft, making it even more slippery in her hand. The sensation of the slickness against her palm sent shivers down her spine.

As she continued to stroke him, Jasmine couldn't help but notice the pre-cum that had started to form at the tip of Mr. Johnson's shaft. The clear liquid was thick and sticky, and she was fascinated by the way it glistened in the light.

However, the idea of tasting it made her feel uneasy. She hesitated, unsure if she should really do it. But as the pre-cum dripped onto her hand, Jasmine couldn't resist the temptation any longer. She brought her hand up to her mouth and licked it off, the salty taste both disgusting and strangely arousing.

Jasmine continued to stroke Mr. Johnson's shaft, fascinated by how it responded to her touch. The pre-cum continued to flow, and she found herself eagerly licking it off her fingers each time it appeared. Despite the disgust she felt, she couldn't help but be turned on by the way her body reacted to his.

She wondered what it would taste like directly from the source. Despite her inner turmoil, Jasmine reached back in, lightly stroking the head before grasping the shaft again and continuing to stroke him. The feeling of Mr. Johnson's hardness in her hand was intoxicating, and Jasmine found herself lost in the moment.

Mr. Johnson let out a soft moan as Jasmine continued to stroke him, her eyes closed in pleasure. "You're so good at this," he murmured, running his hand through Jasmine's hair. "Do you like it?"

Jasmine felt a flush of embarrassment and arousal at the question. "Yes," she said softly, her hand moving faster along the shaft. "It's so hard... and smooth."

Jasmine continued to stroke Mr. Johnson's shaft, her hand moving faster and faster as the pressure built up inside him. She could feel the heat emanating from the shaft, the hardness pulsing in her hand, and she found herself completely lost in the moment. As Mr. Johnson's breathing grew ragged, she knew he was getting close to a climax. Jasmine stroked him even harder, her own arousal growing with every passing moment.

"I'm going to cum," Mr. Johnson gasped out, his voice strained with pleasure. Jasmine's hand trembled with excitement as she continued to stroke him, unable to tear her gaze away from the swelling size of Mr. Johnson's shaft. Jasmine was confused by the mixture of horror and arousal that coursed through him at the thought of Mr. Johnson's release. She didn't want to be doing this, but at the same time, she couldn't bring herself to stop. The pressure continued to build, and Mr. Johnson's groans became louder and more urgent.

As she stroked him harder and faster, Jasmine felt a wave of curiosity wash over him. What would it feel like to taste the pre-cum? Before she knew what she was doing, she leaned in, opening her mouth and sticking her tongue out so it lay flat against the underside of Mr. Johnson's head. The taste of pre-cum was overwhelming, the smell of it thick in her nose, and Jasmine's mouth flooded with saliva as she savored the tangy flavor. She was both disgusted and aroused by the taste, and her mind raced with conflicting emotions as she continued to stroke Mr. Johnson's shaft.

The pressure inside Mr. Johnson's shaft kept building, and Jasmine's tongue could feel the throbbing pulses of pre-cum getting stronger by the second. Suddenly, his shaft pulsed and jumped, and Jasmine's mouth was filled with the warm, salty taste of cum. Ropes of it exploded out of the tip, landing on Jasmine's upper lip and tongue. She closed her eyes and savored the taste, feeling the thick, sticky fluid slide down her throat. She was surprised by how good it tasted, and a shiver ran down her spine as she felt Mr. Johnson's hand on the back of her head, urging her to take more.

The cum continued to flow, and Jasmine could feel it coating her tongue and filling her mouth. She tried to swallow it all, but some of it escaped and dripped down her chin, leaving a trail of sticky fluid in its wake. She could feel the warmth of Mr. Johnson's body against her as he moaned loudly, his pleasure echoing through the small room.

As the last of his cum splattered onto her hand, Jasmine slowly withdrew her tongue from Mr. Johnson's shaft, still feeling the sticky residue on her lips and in her mouth. Jasmine was overwhelmed by the sensation and taste of the cum on her hand and lips. She couldn't resist and began licking herself clean, her tongue darting out to catch every drop of the salty liquid. Mr. Johnson watched her, a look of pleasure and amusement on his face.

"Good girl," he murmured, causing a burst of confusing pleasure to run through Jasmine. She couldn't believe how much she was enjoying this, how much she wanted to please Mr. Johnson. After her lips and hand were clean, Jasmine leaned in and began licking and nibbling Mr. Johnson's shaft, cleaning him up and leaving him shiny and wet. She was fascinated by the taste and texture of his cum, how it felt on her tongue and the way it made her own body tingle with excitement.

As she worked, Mr. Johnson moaned and gasped, her fingers tangling in Jasmine's hair as she pulled him closer. "That's it, good girl," she groaned. "Clean me up."

Jasmine continued to lick and suck, exploring every inch of Mr. Johnson's shaft with her tongue. She was completely lost in the sensation, unable to think about anything except the pleasure she was giving and receiving.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Mr. Johnson's shaft was clean, and Jasmine pulled back, looking up at him with wide eyes. "What just happened?" she whispered, still dazed and confused.

Mr. Johnson chuckled, reaching out to stroke Jasmine's cheek. "You just gave me the best blowjob of my life, sweetheart," he said. "And I have a feeling it's just the beginning."

Jasmine stood up, her bare chest heaving and her skin glistening with sweat and cum. Her panties were damp, outlining her wet vulva, and her breasts were full and round, the nipples hard and erect, and they swayed with every movement she made, inviting Mr. Johnson's attention. Mr. Johnson couldn't resist the temptation and pulled her into his lap, feeling Jasmine's wet mound grinding against his crotch. Jasmine gasped as she felt Mr. Johnson's length pressing up against her ass, and she shivered with excitement.

As Mr. Johnson took one of Jasmine's nipples into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it before biting down, Jasmine moaned and arched her back, offering herself up to Mr. Johnson's touch. The sensations were overwhelming, and she felt a rush of heat spreading through her body. "Good girl," Mr. Johnson murmured again against Jasmine's breast, sending a shiver of pleasure through her body.

Jasmine was surprised by the words but couldn't deny the thrill they gave her. As Mr. Johnson continued to work on her nipple, hands roughly kneading her ass, Jasmine couldn't resist the urge to run her hands through his hair, pulling his head harder into her chest. She moaned and shifted in Mr. Johnson's lap, feeling the man's length growing once again.

"You like that, don't you?" Mr. Johnson asked, her voice low. Jasmine nodded eagerly, unable to form words. She was lost in the pleasure of Mr. Johnson's touch, and she wanted more. She wanted to be taken by this man in every way possible. Mr. Johnson leaned in and kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring Jasmine's mouth as she pulled him closer. Jasmine moaned and surrendered to the kiss, feeling her own desire building once again. When they finally broke apart, Mr. Johnson looked at her with a hunger that Jasmine couldn't resist.

Jasmine continued to grind her wet mound into Mr. Johnson's lap, feeling the heat and pressure building between her legs. Her body was alive with sensations, and she couldn't control the moans that spilled from her lips. Mr. Johnson's hands were everywhere, kneading her breasts, pinching her nipples, and gripping her hips.

Jasmine was lost in a sea of pleasure, her body and mind consumed by the rising sensations. As Mr. Johnson's length grew beneath her, Jasmine felt a new kind of pressure building inside her. It was like nothing she had ever experienced before, a deep, aching need that was quickly becoming unbearable. And then, suddenly, it all came crashing down. Jasmine's body convulsed with pleasure, her back arching and her hands clutching at Mr. Johnson's shoulders. She cried out, a long, drawn-out moan that filled the room.

Jasmine lay there, her body slick with sweat and arousal, her chest heaving as she struggled to catch her breath. Mr. Johnson held her close, one hand still kneading her breast as the other rubbed circles on her lower back, and Jasmine rode out the waves of her first orgasm as a woman. Her body went limp, and she collapsed against Mr. Johnson's chest, gasping for air and feeling her heart pounding in her chest. Small trembles and convulsions ran through Jasmine's body, aftershocks from her orgasm, and her groggy mind was confused at first as she felt Mr. Johnson shift under her.

She felt the man's hands on her hips, pulling her wet panties aside and then she felt a poke as he positioned himself at Jasmine's entrance. At first, Jasmine's groggy mind protested, but as Mr. Johnson lowered her onto his length, all coherent thought fled from her mind. She groaned in pleasure as she felt Mr. Johnson's hot, hard tip poke at her wet entrance, and she arched her back, pushing down onto him.

Mr. Johnson's hands gripped Jasmine's hips tightly as he slowly penetrated her, inch by inch. Jasmine whimpered and moaned, feeling the fullness of Mr. Johnson press against her walls. She had never felt anything like this before, and she was hyperaware of every sensation. As Mr. Johnson began to move inside her, Jasmine clung to him desperately, her nails digging into his back. She felt the rough fabric of Mr. Johnson's shirt against her breasts, the friction inside him almost unbearable.

"Good girl," Mr. Johnson growled, his voice rough with desire. "You feel so good."

Jasmine whimpered again; her body wracked with pleasure. She felt Mr. Johnson's length stretching her open, filling her completely.

Her own wetness mixed with Mr. Johnson's precum, creating a slick, slippery sensation that sent sparks of pleasure shooting through her. "Oh, god," Jasmine moaned, her head spinning with pleasure. "More...please...more..."

Mr. Johnson thrust harder, the sound of their bodies slapping together filling the room. Jasmine's hips descended to meet him, her body hungry for more. The sensation of being penetrated was overwhelming, but it was also the most intense pleasure she had ever experienced. As Mr. Johnson continued to move inside her, Jasmine felt herself building again, the sensation growing stronger and stronger until she couldn't hold back any longer. With a cry of ecstasy, she came again, her walls convulsing around Mr. Johnson's length.