Swipe Right Ch. 04

At this point of the story, Sam is completely gone. His transformation to Samantha (in both body and mind) is complete. Samantha is happily married to Sasha, with Megan as their live-in servant. On the night of their first anniversary, Sasha asks for Samantha's blessing to date her sister Justine.

Story note: The family does have young children, but I don't really talk about them in this story, since it would be distracting. Unless specifically stated, just assume someone is always babysitting.

The story also switches perspectives and sometimes goes to a neutral narration. Breaks in perspective will be noted with.

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SAMANTHA

I was left speechless as the whole dinner party waited in silence for my response. The panic washed over me, but I managed to regain my composure "Dear, that's quite the surprise. Could I have some time to think about it?"

Sasha and Justine seemed confident enough to accept a delay.

Justine smiled and put her hand on my shoulder "Sure thing, Sis. Take your time."

I looked at my sister for the first time with a deep sense of betrayal, but I plastered a smile to my face and nodded.

'Fucking Cunt' I thought.

Mercifully, Megan changed the subject and the dinner party allowed me to absorb the development. No one got to see the fireworks that they were expecting and just moved on.

I wracked my brain to figure out how this could have happened. Justine had been spending more and more time with my budding (unconventional) family. As the rest of my old family shunned me, Justine has become a fixture at my house. She comes over at least once a week for Sunday dinner and even pitches in occasionally as a babysitter.

I was so happy to have her support after becoming Samantha and marrying Sasha. My thoughts returned to the wedding where she first learned about my 'alternative' lifestyle. She had a front row seat as Sasha and my father argued. Sasha whipped her dick out to shut the old man up.

'Was that the moment?' I wondered to myself 'Did she instantly get seduced by Sasha's cock the same way I did?'

All night, I replayed every interaction she had with Sasha in my mind. They seemed to be perfectly platonic.

Once the party started winding down, I started dreading the inevitable fight that this would cause with Sasha.

We started saying goodnight to our guests. Justine and Sasha exchanged a friendly air kiss.

Justine could read the displeasure on my face and could tell that I didn't want her touching me. She blushed "Just think about it." She quickly turned and jogged to her car.

Once everyone was gone, Sasha walked to our bedroom like nothing was wrong. She just casually removed her earrings and makeup in the mirror. No attention was paid to her wife standing in the corner with her arms folded.

The silence finally got to Samantha "So??.. What the Hell was that??"

"Well, I couldn't just let Grandpa knock up my bitch without returning the favor." Sasha stated matter of fact; referring to how she knocked up her Grandfather's young girlfriend.

"Not that! Though, it's kind of fucked up that that's considered normal for us. I'm talking about my sister." Samantha chose her battles very carefully and decided this was a worthy cause.

"What's the problem?" Sasha asked nonchalantly. She never stopped casually removing her makeup.

"She's my sister!" Samantha raised her voice more than she was used to, but it still wasn't very loud.

"I don't see the issue. I never touched her. We didn't sneak behind your back. We respectfully asked for your blessing. I didn't freak out when you started jacking off my brother in front of me." Sasha explained cooly.

I was angry and wanted to argue, but I couldn't help but think that she had a point.

"UHHHHRRRRR!" The frustration finally got to me and I just let out an exasperated groan. I stomped my feet as I went to the closet and started getting ready for bed. I started taking off my jewelry and let my mouth run along with my temper tantrum.

"Why did it have to be today on our anniversary? Why did you two have to ask me in front of everyone? Do you want to fuck the bitch?? Because you can go ahead, but DATE her? What's that all about? Justine has a terrible track record with relationships. Did you sense that vulnerability? Do you just latch on to weakness like a fuckin' cheetah going after a sick antelope?" I was more venting than talking to Sasha, but I suddenly felt something that made the hair on my neck stand up.

I stopped my bitching and turned around. I turned to face Sasha's cleavage. I looked up to see her staring at me sternly with her hands on her hips. I gulped in fear.

"Are we equals?" Sasha asked.

"Excuse me?" I looked up at her confused.

"ARE WE EQUALS??" She asked slower and louder.

My heart started racing, it's been a really long time since Sasha had to get this aggressive with me. "N..No." I said timidly.

"WHAT WAS THAT?!" Her voice raised even louder.

"No, Daddy. We're not equals." I spoke up with more certainty. My voice shook. I lowered my face. My hands gripped each other anxiously. My little white body cowered.

"And why is that, Baby Girl?" Sasha cooled down the temper in her tone.

"Because you're a strong, smart and beautiful black Goddess. I'm just a silly, little, white whore." The line of questioning reminded me why I avoided conflict as much as possible. Winning an argument was impossible.

Sasha moved her face about an inch away from mine "That's right. I know what's best." She twisted my nipple and made me gasp pretty loudly. "I asked for your blessing out of respect; NOT for your permission. Do you have anything else to say??"

I lowered my head "No, Daddy. I'm sorry I got all uppity."

Sasha stroked my cheek and smiled at me "It's ok, Baby Girl. I understand this wasn't how you saw the night going. You're my wife, I love you and no woman in the World can possibly replace you."

That just happened to be what I needed to hear. The thought of being replaced by a younger, completely female version of myself was terrifying.

I smiled brightly and hugged Sasha tightly. I just wanted to forget the argument and get back to the original night's plans. I whispered in Sasha's ear "Could you carry me to bed and unwrap me like a little present?"

Sasha chuckled and lifted me easily into her arms. She walked me slowly to the bed and laid me down gently on my side. She leaned over and gave me a sweet kiss on the lips.

*****

Samantha laid still as Sasha slowly unbuttoned her tight blouse. Samantha liked the idea of being a gift, a delicate object of desire to be cherished. Each button exposed more skin, more cleavage and more lingerie. She breathed heavier as the excitement built up.

Sasha undressed her with absolute care. She slid Samantha's skirt down her legs and removed the blouse completely. "MMM I love peach on you."

Samantha smiled as she showed off her peach colored bra and panties set. She pursed her lips and arched her back to thrust her D cup tits forward.

Sasha looked her over and bit her lower lip "You look so pretty. Aren't I lucky?" Sasha planted little kisses on her thighs, chest and tummy.

Samantha really loved the sweetness and remained still as her body got a little worshipping for a change.

Sasha got her clothes off and started massaging her own hard nipples. She delivered kisses to Samantha's collar bone, up her neck, to the edge of her ear and finally to her waiting lips.

Samantha accepted her kiss and practically purred. She felt a hand move to her back and slickly unclasped her bra.

Sasha broke the kiss, moved the bra to the side and slurped in a nipple.

Samantha moaned and bit her lip. Sasha's mouth was not her most utilized weapon, but her lips, tongue and teeth felt fantastic. Samantha found it harder to stay still. She just shut her eyes and absorbed the slow burn of pleasure. When she couldn't take it anymore, she slid her hand into her panties to rub herself.

When Sasha saw it, she moved her face lower and pulled the panties down her legs with her teeth. Then she got between her legs. Her huge girlcock easily eclipsed Samantha's sissy boi clit. Sasha plopped it on top of her and it could hit the underside of her titties.

Samantha looked into Sasha's eyes desperately "Please Fuck me, Daddy."

Sasha smirked and spread her legs. She groaned and plugged herself in; Slowly but surely pushing in every inch of black meat that she had.

Samantha quivered and gripped the sheets. Her legs were placed over Sasha's shoulders so the T-girl could slowly saw her entire length in and out.

Samantha moaned and gasped and played with her tits. Part of her wished Megan were there to bite her nipple, but this was definitely a one on one night. Samantha's mind drifted and an image of Justine biting her nipple popped up. She quickly shook it off and started focusing on the orgasm that Sasha was about to give her.

Sasha looked close, so Samantha encouraged them to cum together "Almost there, Daddy. Let's do it together. Please, please, please, please."

Sasha soon squinted her eyes and cried out. Emptying her balls into Samantha also set off her orgasm. The girl's tiny dick splashed a little on her torso.

Sasha pulled out and they just cuddled for a while. Samantha licked the sweat off Sasha's chest and knew the answer she had to give.

No matter what, she'd never give this up "You have my blessing."

Sasha seemed surprised "Really?"

Samantha looked into her eyes and nodded "I freaked out a little. It seemed like you were replacing me with a younger, 'real' girl version of me."

Samantha snuggled into her chest "I may not like it, but I trust you when you say you're not. Whatever you have planned is for the good of our family."

She bit her lip "Thank you for the sweet wife sex. I really enjoyed it. Now can you use me like a dirty slut for the rest of the night?"

Sasha smiled and yanked on Samantha's hair. She delivered a little slap to her wife's face to get her ready for the rough sex that was about to happen "Sure, Darling. But one thing for the record..."

Sasha leaned in to whisper in her ear "It's not my plan at all. Your sister approached me."

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AFTER DATE #1

About a week later, Sasha and Justine went out on their first date.

Samantha was nervous about it all week, but now her mind was really racing. 'What are they doing? How could my own sister ask Sasha out? What does that bitch want??' The questions kept rolling around in her head.

Justine and Sasha refused to give any details about how this situation came about.

Samantha's pacing back and forth was interrupted by Sasha coming home at a respectable hour.

Sasha could see the million questions on Samantha's face "We had a good time. I treated her like a lady. We're meeting again in a few days."

Samantha crossed her arms "That's it?"

Sasha smirked "That's it."

...

AFTER DATE #2

Sasha walked back in to their home and looked at her wife "I treated her like a lady. I promise."

...

AFTER DATE #3

Sasha walked in to the same concerned wife "Your sister... Is NOT a lady."

Samantha shook her head "Did you fuck her?"

Sasha approached her "No... Not yet. I want you and Megan to come with us next time. I don't want to take that step without both of you."

Samantha felt the frustration building up again "God, I need to know more about what's going on. It's driving me crazy."

Sasha ran her hand along Samantha's back "We'll go on this date and you'll find out everything."

When Sasha's hand moved to her ass, Samantha pouted and retreated to the bedroom. Once Sasha came in the room, Samantha had her arms crossed over her chest "I want to know everything now or.. No sex."

Sasha chuckled at the rebellion "Bitch, you might as well go on an oxygen strike."

Samantha kept her legs shut tight and looked away with her arms crossed.

Sasha just looked at her "Challenge Accepted." She whistled sharply and Megan came running.

"Yes, Ma'am." Megan reported to the bedroom.

"My wife seems to think she can resist me. Isn't that silly?" Sasha asked.

Megan stepped forward "That's ridiculous." Her hands clenched with excitement.

Sasha looked at her approvingly "Good girls that know their place deserve a treat."

Megan smiled happily; showing absolutely no solidarity with Samantha's protest.

Sasha yanked the girl's hair suddenly and pulled her in for a deep kiss. She maintained a tight grip on her hair and pulled it down slightly to force her face up. This was definitely going to be rough; the way Megan loves it.

Megan shrieked in surprise as Sasha suddenly ripped her bra and top off. With Sasha's strength, her clothing ripped as easily as paper with a single swipe. Her tit bounced free and Sasha followed up with a hard slap directly to it.

Megan shrieked from the unexpected pain. Her legs got wobbly as it sent a jolt of pleasure directly to her pussy.

There was always rope handy near the bed, so Sasha used it to tie Megan's forearms behind her back "You don't need your arms do you, Whore?" Sasha taunted the girl. She gripped her hair tight and pushed her down to her knees.

"No, Ma'a..." Megan was interrupted by a harsh slap to the face.

"Your whore mouth isn't for talking." Sasha said coldly. Her cock grew to its full size before her very eyes. "What is it for?" Sasha slapped the other side of her face to add a matching red hand print.

Sasha walked around her slave. It was a no-win scenario for the girl. She would be punished for speaking or not answering her Mistress' question.

"Well?" Sasha asked impatiently. She bent the girl over the bed and delivered a VERY hard slap to her ass. "What is your whore mouth for?" Another slap hit her ass like a thunder clap.

The silence hung in the air. "Are you disrespecting me?" Sasha continued the spanking and made Megan cry and writhe on the bed. Despite the crys, her thighs were soaked.

It took about a dozen swats on each cheek for Megan to break "My whore mouth is to suck Daddy's huge cock!" She screamed out as quickly as possible so that she could shut up again.

Sasha stopped the barrage. She rubbed Megan's red and sore ass before moving her back to her knees. Sasha walked back in front of her and sat on the bed "What did I just say about talking?"

Sasha looked down on her as she stroked her black girl cock. She gripped her hair firmly and forced her thick shaft down her throat. Instead of moving back and forth, Sasha seemed to just hold it there and watch Megan choke on her.

Megan's face changed color and her body involuntarily started to resist. When she grew too weak, Sasha yanked her cock right out.

Megan slumped her face into the bed and gasped for air. As she struggled to get air back in her lungs, she knew that her mistress was waiting. Before fully recovering, she sloppily got her mouth back on Sasha's cock.

Sasha smiled "Mmmmm loyalty and devotion... So rare these days." She threw the shade and a dirty look right at Samantha, who kept sitting right on the bed watching the whole thing.

Megan was eager to please and bobbed her head up and down. She wished she had her hands available to stroke her with.

Sasha stood up and flung her onto the bed right next to Samantha. With Megan's ass right in the air, Sasha lined her cock up and pushed straight into her asshole.

Samantha had her legs crossed. She wore a purple nightie and her nipples seemed to poke through the thin material. She could have left the room at any time, but she was just too turned on watching the action. She bit her lower lip as she imagined herself taking that black cock.

Megan wasn't quite as used to anal from Sasha, so she yelled out and wiggled still-bound on the bed.

Sasha showed her no mercy and gripped her rosy red ass. She fucked her until she unleashed her black cum deep into her bowels. Sasha pulled out and her white cream belched out. Megan just laid there exhausted.

Sasha cleaned off her cock and then turned to her wife "I want MORE."

*****

SAMANTHA

Sasha stood in front of me. She obviously wasn't satisfied. Her cock pulsed with life despite just fucking Megan into the ground.

I looked up at her and remained defiant "I said NO sex."

Her hand started rubbing my thigh and I smacked it away. I shot her a salty look that said I was serious.

She moved her hand to my left tit, but I slapped it away too. Rather than deterring her, it seemed to get her more excited.

Sasha quickly grabbed both of my wrists.

I struggled against her grip, but it was no use "Are you going to rape your own wife?" I couldn't help but sound excited as I asked. We tended to play this game to certain degrees. I'd offer token resistance, but this time would be different. I wanted to give Sasha a real challenge "I'll fight." I warned.

Sasha chuckled at the very idea.

I managed to get a hand free "I said NO!" Before I even realized it. I slapped Sasha in the face. I had never done that before in our play fighting. It was definitely an escalation. I was tempted to apologize, but I suppressed the urge.

Sasha felt the cheek that got slapped in a moment of disbelief. Then a disturbing smirk crept up on her face. I think she was pleased to see that there was more of me for her to break.

As she tried to get her leg on the bed, I pushed against her knee with my foot; keeping her from moving closer. I kept kicking to keep her from advancing.

Sasha moved my kicking legs out of her way. The slap only seemed to get her more focused on her objective.

"No, no, no, no!" I yelled as Sasha got on the bed. I started hitting her shoulder with my free hand. I tried to slink away from her, but she grabbed my hips and pulled me closer. She pinned one of my legs down and got between them.

Sasha managed to catch my free arm and pin both wrists over my head with one hand.

All I could do now is yell and wiggle.

Sasha smiled down on me "You look so cute when you're fighting." She casually squeezed and played with my tits as she enjoyed watching me struggle.

Sasha got a cruel smile on her face "I bet your sister puts up more of a fight." She laughed as that got me struggling twice as hard.

That's when Sasha decided to shove her cock in and thrust deep inside of me.

I cried out in pleasure. Her black dick sucked the will to fight right out of me. I shut my eyes and moaned. It was kinda like giving a pacifier to a screaming baby.

Sasha gripped my face and forced me to face her. She forcefully kissed me and I melted right into it.

...

Over the next week. My protest was a complete failure. I definitely got more of Sasha's dick than on an average week. Our combined rape fetish was running rampant.

We had a caveman/cavewoman style relationship. Sasha stopped even trying to get me to cooperate. Any moment could lead to rough, forced sex. She loved it and I admittedly encouraged it.

I'd wander around the house wearing skimpy outfits that offered easy access or could easily be torn apart.

I still refused her sex, but I made myself a sweet little target to pounce on.

MONDAY

Megan and I were sitting at the breakfast table sharing a quiet moment. We just sat there eating cereal in peace. I felt like I had been run through the ringer. Sasha had left for work some time ago.

Little did we know, Sasha snuck back in to the house. She silently stalked her way behind me.

Megan watched silently as I sat there like an unsuspecting bunny, while a big bad black wolf moved in for the kill. Megan thought about saying something, but her loyalty was to Sasha.

A look of curiosity came over me as I saw Megan's change in demeanor. My suspicion came far too late and Sasha GRABBED me from behind.

"NO!!" I screamed. I kicked and thrashed, which made a mess, but made no difference against Sasha's strength. She hoisted me over her shoulder like I was nothing. I pounded my fists against her back to little or no effect.