This story involves some gender bending, so if you are uncomfortable with that then please move along, this is not your cup of tea...
Matt's mind whirled, but the changeling's body betrayed his mind's conflict. Tamara's bare pussy felt a stiffening pecker through the material of the mobsters pants.
"Oh my god! He's getting hard... I'm not gay, I can't do this." Then the devil on the other shoulder chimed in, "Well it's not exactly gay, you are a woman silly, it's only temporary anyway..." With that, one of the gangsters hands started kneading her fleshy mounds while the other worked it way to the top of her slit. With that, Tamara's hips involuntarily started grinding on the boss's cock. The response went unnoticed by Matt's mind as he was becoming carried away in the feeling.
The warmth of the erect dick touching the new sensitive folds of her twat, even through fabric, was a game changer. Tamara laid back into the man and tribbed hard on his meat β it was all she could do.
The man guided her face to his and started to kiss her deeply β this snapped Matt's mind to attention, but it also made something inside of him submit. The pheromones released during the kiss we're preventing him from stopping. Then the boss's fingers made circles over a moist clit in a steady rhythm which was bringing on a build up of excitement deep in her belly.
"Mmmm, it never felt this good as a guy." He thought. "I think I'm going to cum..."
"Don't stop!" Tamara shouted.
Unfortunately he did, and he laughed as he pushed her off of his lap... Tamara sat knealing on the floor with her back to the man. Her tight little body was red hot and on the brink of an orgasm stolen from her β The boss undid his belt and pulled off his pants and boat shoes quickly. Tamara turned to see the man in navy blue boxer briefs taking off his shirt. For a guy in his late forties this guy was in great shape, and he smelled so intoxicating. Tamara's arm rested on his inner thigh and she looked up into his face.