Emma's First Time (Patreon)

Her heels clicked against the polished floor of the shopping center, reminding her of her current reality with every step. She hated everything about her new situation, hated that she was forced to live like this. Using make-up, dressing like a doll, wearing a dress or a skirt — it all felt wrong and disgusting to her.

She felt like everyone was looking at her because of the way she looked. And she was partly right, but not entirely. Many didn’t even think about what she was thinking about - her face, and to be honest, her head is still recognizable. After head swap operation, when a crazy man took a body of a woman, put head of a former gangster Anton on it, brainwashed him... her, Anton, who police found in this condition, was supposed to be in witness protection program.

She stopped near the window of the fashion store, looking at her reflection, trying to find Anton in it. And indeed, the eyes that were staring back at her, eyes that had lost the glint of her former self, were her eyes. Anton's eyes, a gangster with the coldness, with the willpower of iron, of titanium. The eyes of a ruthless leader. But at the same time she didn't see this strength there, she didn't see anything but the weak and helpless woman, as the government and society forced her to become, who has to play her part of the damsel in distress.

A voice cut through her thoughts. "Excuse me, miss. Do you have a map? Because I keep getting lost in your eyes." this voice sounded familar, too familar. And in same time this way of saying such stupid pickup lines made her feel angry.

She turned slowly, her eyes narrowing. She recognized him immediately, but he didn't recognize her. It was Igor, one of her old crew members. She always despised him when she was a gangster. But now that guy looked like some sort of knight, thanks to brainswashing that made her feel attracted to every man, who looks like her new type - tall, a little bit stupid. But strong.

"That's the worst line I've ever heard," she replied, her voice trembled treacherously at that moment, unexpectedly for her, and she, without even knowing why, smiled and giggled like a fool, a stupid fool in love.

He grinned, clearly emboldened by her reaction. "Aw, come on. It worked, didn't it? What's your name, princess?"

Emma clenched her teeth. Princess. Princess. Who the fuck does this idiot think he's talking to? She was ready to tell this idiot the whole story, to tell him that this face belonged to Anton, one of the most powerful and dangerous gangsters in the country. But that would definitely not be the right decision and would ruin her life. So, she just sighed and muttered a simple "Emma", ignoring all her thoughts and emotions.

"Emma," he repeated, as if tasting her name. "Pretty name for a pretty face." He took a step towards her. "What do you say we grab a drink? Get to know each other?" she wanted to tell him "no" immediately, but her body... her pussy reacted differently. It became wet, even though Emma was pissed. And her lips curled into a stupid smile, despite how much she didn't want it. "Sure, why not."

They ended up in a small bar nearby. This idiot kept telling her stupid jokes that she really wanted to punch him in the face for that, but she didn't. She just giggled and pretended to enjoy them. Her thoughts screamed at her, trying to remind her who she was, but it was hard, really hard. Emma hated herself for this, but only one question kept repeating in her mind: we start from blowjob or we straight to fuck? She didn't have sex before in woman's body, so everything was too weird and disgusting to her.

"I have such a strong feeling that we have met somewhere" Igor again interrupted her thoughts and brought her back to reality "it is strange, isn't it? I don't understand..." he stared at her face "You look like... no!" he laughed. "Never mind. Stupid thought" he kept telling stupid jokes. Emma laughed again even more stupidly. She hated herself so much in this moment. She decided to get away from here and leave Igor behind, but in same time his hand moved on her waist and he kissed her, causing her only to moan in his mouth. She was shocked. Shocked from the fact that her nipples immediately became hard from the touch and that she after a second kissed back, putting her hands on his neck and pushing her tongue deeper into his mouth.

They ended up in his apartment, kissing like horny teenagers and she, she was about to lose herself in it. As soon as the door closed behind them, something snapped inside her. She shoved him against the wall, her eyes wild with anger and confusion. “Who the hell do you think you are?” she hissed, pressing her body against his, her hands gripping his shirt.

He just grinned, completely unfazed. “Easy there, tiger,” he said, his hands moving to her small ass cheeks and pulling her closer. He squeezed it and Emma felt her knees tremble and she moaned again, louder. She couldn't understand what was happening, but her hand reached down between his legs and found a bulge growing in his pants. It felt enormous.

"Fuck you, Igor..." she moaned. Her anger was gone, replaced by something else—a need, a desire, a hunger that she couldn’t control. She kneeled down and unbuttoned his pants quickly. Her delicate fingers wrapped around his shaft as her other hand fondled his balls and then, she felt it. A tingling in her pussy, a wetness spreading between her legs as she opened her mouth and swallowed his cock whole. "Mhmm... Mhm..." She hummed softly as her lips and tongue worked together.

Igor felt himself losing control and grabbed her head tightly with both hands. He thrust his hips forward as hard as he could, forcing more and more of his massive cock down her throat. The girl moaned in pleasure. She loved the feeling of his cock pushing deeper into her throat. Then he suddenly pulled her hair away, releasing his cock from her mouth, and threw her down on the bed, on her belly. Emma didn't fight it. She had already surrendered and only spread her legs wide instinctively.

'Am I...am I really doing this?' Emma gasped for breath as Igor positioned himself above her. He looked at her with a big grin and froze like a fool. He stared at Emma's face, confused. It was too familiar. "Anton?" He whispered and blinked.

Emma's heart almost stopped beating when she heard it. Igor recognized her. She froze for a moment and then tried to smile and lie.

"Oh yeah, it's Anton. You're right!" She giggled nervously like an idiot. "My brother, Anton! Yes!" She blurted out. "We are twins. Identical twins! Hah!" Emma kept giggling hysterically.

"You look just like him. It's almost creepy, really..." Igor kept staring at her and Emma couldn't stand it. His dick was already half-hard and Emma know it, she quickly looked around in panic and her gaze fell on mirror. Emma glanced in her reflection - for a moment she thought she saw in the reflection a menacing tattooed man who was looking at her lying in this ridiculous pose with his legs spread like some kind of chick, but then the illusion vanished and she saw just her own frightened, distorted face reflected in the glass.

Emma wrapped her legs around Igor's waist, and Igor, not expecting her reaction, lost his balance and fell onto her. She didn't want to do this, didn't want him to touch her. She was disgusted with him and disgusted with herself. But his dick, althought half-hard, pressed against her groin, her boobs crushed his chest, and the new emotions that her mind could not control overrode all reason.

"Fuck," she murmured, wrapping her hands around his neck and kissing him. "I shouldn't... I can't... It's wrong..." she groaned, feeling how Igor's dick became fully hard and it made her feel more shame and lust.

"Mhh," he replied in a muffled voice and pushed his hips forward, so his dick entered her vagina. She groaned loudly and shuddered, her pussy, a foreign territory for her, instantly becoming wet. 'I'm going insane, but... I like it? I love it? This is disgusting!' - she thought, looking at the ceiling, her body shaking as her ex-bodyguard fucked her like a mad dog, without a trace of respect for her. She loved it and hated it. It made her so horny, but it also made her want to cry and kill Igor for using her as a sex toy. She wasn't Emma! She wasn't! And in same time she felt so good! She could barely breathe, and with each movement of Igor's cock inside her pussy, she couldn't think anything and just groaned loudly as he kept fucking her.