Portrait As A Lady

By Britten Thorne

Passion. Intrigue. Gender Swap.

College student and playboy Robert Whitney Sutherland the 4th gets caught up in one of his father’s feuds when a rival arranges to have him turned into a girl! He gives Robbie two options - hand over the famous and expensive piece of art his father just purchased, or remain a woman forever.

Robbie refuses to be blackmailed, though, and soon he hatches a plan to use his new body for fun and revenge!

Warning: This 10,000+ word short contains explicit language and graphic adult content, including a rich playboy becoming a busty, lusty woman!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Britten Thorne
• Release date: Feb 3, 2014
• ISBN: 9781310748387

Britten Thorne

Britten is a recovering Catholic schoolgirl with a raunchy imagination. Her favorite place to read erotica is on the train – there's nothing like having a dirty little secret in a crowded public place! When she isn't writing, she's caring for more pets than her landlord would find appropriate.

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Portrait As A Lady

Copyright 2014 Britten Thorne

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This book is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons living or dead, places, events, or locales, is purely coincidental.

Warning: contains adult content

Kneeling between her thighs, I grabbed the woman's legs and wrapped them around my waist. I reached down and squeezed her breasts, hard. She moaned and squirmed, begged me to move, but I remained as I was, cock rooted deep in her hot, welcoming pussy. I'd give in to the urge to thrust soon; I just really wanted to feel those tits in my hands again.

Women had called me a generous lover before, but truthfully I was selfish as hell. I just loved the feel of their curves beneath my palms, the soft and supple skin, the mounds of flesh of their tits and asses. If they happened to get off on all the touching, squeezing, and caressing, then good, but that was just a bonus. A side-effect.

The woman I was with - Carrie? Cassie? She certainly seemed to enjoy it. Oh, God, Robbie. She clawed at my arms and back until finally I took her wrists and pinned them above her head. I've gotta cum soon anyway, I've got shit to do.

She’d already come, like, twice I think, so I thrust away with abandon. I slammed into her hard just a few times before my cock throbbed and unloaded. I tensed up all over and leaned my full weight on her wrists before falling to my side with a satisfied shudder.

We lay like that on the big, plush hotel bed, catching our breaths for a moment. Her long, blonde hair spilled across the pillows, and I twirled a lock around my fingers. Not because I liked her; I just liked her hair.

Finally I peeled myself away and jumped to my feet. You can keep the room for the day if you want, I said, gathering my clothes. Have some friends over. Just don’t trash the place.

She sat up. You won’t be around?

Naw. Busy. I had to get home to sit still for my father’s portrait painter - a real chore, but one I couldn’t get out of any longer. Then I thought maybe I’d see what my buddy Frank was doing. I was in the mood for cards, and he still owed me after our last poker game. Or maybe not, maybe I’d just play video games all night. The possibilities were endless.

I nearly tripped pulling my jeans back on. Time for a quick escape. Sitting with the painter would be better than listening to Cammie talk about her pug for another hour, at least. Or was it Candy?

I really was not much of a gentleman.

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I shifted in my seat, looking around my father’s library. So many books. No way he’s read them all. The room was more about decoration and collection, less about comfort and reading anyway. Golden statues, globes, marble busts - the place looked like it was from another century.

I hated it. I wanted my portrait done in front of the pool, or maybe in the basement theater, preferably with some scantily clad ladies in the background, but I didn’t have much choice in the matter. Sit still, please. The painter always worked with his