Polished By His Ex | Polishing Her Dad

"Wciąż czuję jego smak w ustach..." Oliver uttered with disbelief as he rushed his way out of the hotel, his mind still utterly overwhelmed by all of the shame, dread, and euphoria that he was feeling at this very moment. "Nie mogę uwierzyć, że zrobiłam coś takiego!"

Ever since his ex-girlfriend Haley had transformed him into a towering, 43-year-old blonde Polish woman called Magdalena as punishment for him having been unfaithful with a Polish exchange student, he had been forced to embody a new life that even though he knew wasn't his, it felt as being such. Gone were the good ol' days where he would hang out with the guys, party all night long, and enjoy the life that came with being a young man in college. Instead, he now found himself preferring to stay at home, spending the night reading a good book while drinking some fine wine, and overall speaking and reading in Polish instead of in English given how rudimentary his English had become.

But of all the things that had been forced upon him, the worse for him was how his new female body was no longer aroused by the same things that would have turned on his former male body. When he was still Oliver, the sight of a tight dress, a pair slender legs, or an overly exposed cleavages would have been enough to turn him on - specially if they belonged to someone as sexy as his former girlfriend - but now, such sights got no meaningful reaction out of him except envy and disapproval. As Magdalena, it was now the sight of a well-shaved stubble, broad shoulders, and fit, masculine arms that would turn his statuesque legs weak and take his breath away, specially if such virile characteristics belonged to a mature man who exuded confidence and commitment.

Oliver would have vehemently deny that such instincts had taken the better of him, but to his own frustration, he knew very well that it was already impossible for him count just how many times he had moaned in lustful ecstasy as he caressed his petite breasts and stroke his long, feminine fingers along his wet pussy while fantasizing in his bed about how great it would feel to have such a man fuck him right there.

And yet, despite having already surrendered to his most carnal instincts in the privacy of his own bed, at the very least he could say that he still hadn't yet succumbed to a man.

That was, until tonight.

"Boże... moja cipka jest teraz taka mokra..." Oliver hissed with frustration as he rapidly tapped one of his high heels while he waited for the street light to change, for he needed to go back to his place as soon as possible. "Dlaczego to musiało być tak przyjemne?!"

You see, while getting himself a nice glass of wine at one of the few hotel bars that he enjoyed because of its better, more mature clientele, he ended up meeting a divorced man in his fifties called Dustin.

And not only Dustin was everything his female body desired in a man, but Dustin was also more than kind enough to speak with him without being bothered by the rudimentary English he spoke with.

Soon enough, what started as a simple conversation turned into a three-hour long session where the two of them simply couldn't stop talking with each other. And just as they kept flirting with each other and brushing shoulders with one another, the two of them could feel the sexual tension growing between them until the dam finally broke.

Things after that went almost in a flash, but Oliver could still vividly remember the most pivotal moments:

How after they finished drinking, they went to the bathroom, only to start making out with each other in one of the hallways of the hotel.

How just as they began to kiss more passionately, they were forced to hide inside of a janitor room in order to not be seen by one of the many hotel guests.

How after finding themselves all alone inside of the small janitor room, there was a brief moment of silence until suddenly, he knelt down and helped Dustin unbuckle his pants until Dustin's large, erect cock sprang out, pointing directly at Oliver's face.

And how he started to rub his dripping pussy underneath the fabric of his damp underwear as he frantically sucked Dustin's dick, moaning in broken English and Polish as he savored its strong, musky odor and meaty taste until finally, Dustin came inside of his mouth.

Thus was Oliver first blowjob as a woman.

And despite feeling absolutely mortified by what he had done, he had loved every single second of it.

After the two of them came at last came to their senses, both Oliver and Dustin agreed that they shouldn't have done such an inappropriate thing in such a place. But none of them denied that there was a genuine attraction between them. Because of that, before they went on to their separate ways, they exchanged phone numbers so that they could see each other again.

And so, Oliver rushed his way out of the hotel, the mild salty taste of cum still lingering in his mouth as his female body agonized for not receiving Dustin's cock in the place it truly belonged.

He still wanted to get back at Haley for what she had done to him, but it was at this very moment that a nerve-racking thought came to Oliver despite how mortified he currently was: that maybe, just maybe, if he had a chance to get his old life back, he would refuse it.

He wanted- no, needed to see Dustin again, no matter if he was a young man trapped in the body of a blonde, statuesque Polish woman in her forties, or just Magdalena.

And he was going to prioritize that over any sort of vendetta against his former girlfriend...

Or at least that what he thought, for Oliver still had not found out that Dustin, the man that he had met at the hotel bar and had given his first blowjob, was none other than Haley's divorced father.