Seven Days a Slut (The Ultimate Male Fantasy)

By Phebe Bodelle

Overnight randy Christopher becomes lustful Christine, not in some expensive surgical procedure, oh no, but by pure chance, a wish come true. Christine she observes is stunningly beautiful with a body that both men and women desire. Follow Christine’s exploits as she finds out what sex for a lady feels like as she puts her new sexy body to the test in all sorts of ways.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Phebe Bodelle
• Release date: Aug 19, 2014
• ISBN: 9781311024060

Phebe Bodelle

Hello there, it's Phebe writing. The character in "My very rude Awakening" is based largely on fact with a bit of embellishement where it made the story better. I am 29 years of age and have become an exhibitionst over the last few years and love displaying my body either naked or in see-thru clothes. I know men enjoy looking at me. I hope you enjoy reading my sexciting adventures.

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Seven Days a Slut

(The Ultimate Male Fantasy)

By

Phebe Bodelle

Smashwords 3rd Edition

Copyright 2017 Phebe Bodelle

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Prologue

I stirred as the early morning summer light began to suffuse through the curtains of my bedroom. I groaned as my head pounded in agony, that age old phrase ‘I’m never drinking again,’ floated through my mind. My tongue felt like it was stuck to the roof of my mouth which tasted faintly of vomit. I had to piss so rolled my legs out the side of the bed clothes and onto the floor. I sat there a moment, elbows resting on my knees and my hand clutching my head which pounded even more. I dared to open my eyes fully, I wished I didn’t have to piss but I was bursting. All I wanted to do was lie back down and sink into the oblivion of sleep. But needs must and I staggered the half dozen steps to my en-suite shower room. Standing astride the toilet I leant a hand against the tiled wall to steady myself as the dark amber liquid vented from my bladder, god what a relief. Finished I shook myself off and remembered there was a strip of paracetamols in the bath room cabinet. Rummaging through I found them behind a tube of pain relieving gel and quickly managed to pop two into my hand. I turned on the tap and swigged some water from the outlet to wash down the pills. Then I caught sight of myself in the bathroom mirror. I looked like shit, bloodshot eyes, big dark rings around them, hair strewn into a mess of tangles. I shook my head instantly regretting the movement and headed off back to bed.

It was then I spotted the unmistakable shape of a body under the covers adjacent to where I’d been sleeping and a vague memory of the previous night’s drinking flashed through my mind. I’d been down to my local pub, had far too much to drink and had been chatting up a strange bird I’d never seen in there before. My chat must have been very successful judging by the evidence of the body laid fast asleep snoring very quietly. I shook my head once gain, ouch, why did I keep doing that. All I could see of my sleeping companion was some black hair showing above the sheet. Shamefully I had no idea what her name was, fuck it, never mind I had no doubt at all that all would be revealed once the pair of us had joined the land of the living. I lay back down in the bed anxious not to disturb the lady alongside me and gratefully closed my eyes. A minute later I sat up and looked at the mop of black hair showing above the edge of the sheet. The bird I had been talking to last night was blond, I was sure of that. I closed my eyes trying to remember, yes she was blond, very nice looking with a fine body and from what I could remember a fine pair of jugs on her. I’m a tit man and always check out a girl’s boobs first before anything else.

So what had happened, where was blondie and who was this woman in my bed? I couldn’t recall ditching the blond for a black haired woman so what the hell had happened. My only lucid thought was she had been wearing a wig and it had come off during our night of passion. Yes I recalled it had been a very hot night of sex. The girl had indulged my every sexual desire willingly and completely. I screwed my eyes up trying to conjure up the images of the night before. Mary, Miranda, Marcia whatever her name was had taken a very full and active part in a wonderful time of sexual excess. Yes we had engaged in a long drawn out sixty nine her mouth and lips doing wonderful things to my cock while I had given her a very good time using my tongue and fingers on her cunt to bring her to a climax before fucking the living daylights out of each other. I think the booze impaired my performance somewhat, oh I got it up alright, I’ve never suffered from limp dick syndrome my entire life, no it was actually me reaching fulfilment that was the lacking part of our sexual engagement. Then I remembered she had insisted on me doing her arse, that’ll make you come, she’d cooed and sure enough a few thrusts of my cock thrust into her tight little arse hole had sealed the deal so to speak. I think I must have collapsed after that because I couldn’t remember another thing until waking up with the hangover of hangovers this morning. So the girl had either taken off her wig or lost it as we romped ourselves towards our orgasmic pleasure.

I climbed back into bed very carefully; I didn’t want to wake up my new best friend in case there were any recriminations or awkwardness, not until my health had returned to a better state at least. I lay back closed my eyes, trying to relax and trying to think my headache better, hoping above hope that sweet sleep would take hold soon and give the pain killers a chance to work their magic. I looked at my bedside clock, it was still only five forty nine in the morning, I groaned inwardly but was soon in that half awake half asleep state. Some time later I felt my bed partner move and get out of bed, I feigned sleep, not yet ready to commune with the lady. As I heard her head towards the en-suite I couldn’t resist a peek at the lady in question so opened my eyes a slit and was horrified by what I saw. She was sixty years old if a day with a saggy bum, liver spotted skin and the back of her thighs were home to a vast eruption of cellulite. My eyes opened wide at the horror of what I saw as she disappeared into the shower room. She didn’t bother closing the door and next thing I heard Niagara Falls poring into the toilet bowl. Moments later she emerged and caught me with my eyes open.

Morning stud, she said effusively, what a night, fucking fantastic.

My mouth opened to say something but nothing came out, the front view of the woman was even worse than the back view. Her tits if you could call them that were two shrivelled bags that hung down onto her pot belly which was creased with stretch marks, her nipples pointed towards the floor and then there was her face, god she was ugly with a huge nose and if I wasn’t mistaken a big hairy wart on her left cheek. Her most striking feature were her eyes which were big bright green almost luminescent in their intensity.

She gave me a big smile revealing a mouth empty of teeth barring one front incisor.

What had I done, surely this wasn’t the woman I had fucked last night, she had been young with a firm youthful body, just the way I like my women. There was no way I would even have looked at this old hag, because the lady in the pub I chatted up was a beauty, and yet here she was about to get back into my bed.

It’s early and I need a bit more beauty sleep lover boy, she said turning on her side away from me, see you later.

Within seconds she was snoring not so very quietly leaving me to lay there horrified. Christ how much had I drunk last night. Now I like a good drink and can attest that I can drink a fair bit and carry myself well without any nonsense. Usually if I have one over the eight I get silly if anything, none of you’re are you looking for a fight nonsense. No I’m a happy drunk but what had happened here? I know they say that alcohol makes all women look beautiful but there was no way this woman could look gorgeous no matter how much I had drunk, and yet.

I waited until I was absolutely certain she was fast asleep and crept back out of bed, picked up my clothes strewn across the bedroom floor and quietly opened my bedroom door out into the hallway and closed the door after myself. In the kitchen I put the kettle onto boil and readied a mug for some instant coffee. Kettle boiled I made the brew and sat at the kitchen table head in my hands staring at my bedroom door. My head still thumped, I felt like shit but most of all I was filled with a feeling of dread for when the women woke up and I was faced with the confrontation that had to come. I like to be kind to the women who come in and out of my life whether it’s a simple one night stand or a long term week or so relationship. I don’t like to hurt anybodies feelings. I’ve used the line, ‘it’s not you it’s me,’ so many times it should be my epitaph but I didn’t think I would be able to let down that woman gently, no I was going to have to be forthright and give it to her straight and then get her out of my flat as soon as possible afterwards. With her gone I was then going back to bed, I felt knackered, my head still hurt and a few hours shut eye would make all the difference.

One coffee turned into three and still the woman didn’t emerge from my bedroom. Christ I hoped she hadn’t had a heart attack or something; she was after all that sort of age. At nine thirty I couldn’t stand waiting any longer and steeled myself to confront her. I walked along the hallway and actually thought about knocking on the door but instead walked boldly in, this matter was going to be resolved.

She wasn’t there, I went to the en-suite and she wasn’t there either.

What the fuck? I said aloud.

She hadn’t passed me in the hallway and short of climbing out the bedroom window and dropping three floors to the garden below there was no way out. The fire escape in my apartment block was in the living room. She had not passed me by or had I dozed off for a moment or two sat at the kitchen table, I didn’t think so. It was then I spotted the note on