Erotic Shapeshifter (Isis Taylor)

[Gianni Shamari]

As he sped through the bustling streets of New York City in his sleek Ferrari Sergio, the roar of the engine blending with the pulsating beats of Ne-Yo’s “Money Can’t Buy,” billionaire playboy Maré felt a rush of exhilaration. The city lights painted a vibrant backdrop, and a kaleidoscope of colors mirrored the whirlwind of emotions in his heart as he glanced at his companion, the stunning adult film star Isis Taylor.

Her laughter filled the air as she asked, “Are you enjoying your birthday?”

Maré grinned. “Yes, I am, especially with the most beautiful girl by my side.”

Isis flashed a mischievous smile. “I have a question, if I may.”

Curious, Maré prompted, “Okay, what's the question?”

“It’s a bit unconventional, given our friendship,” Isis hinted with a playful tone.

Maré chuckled. “I’m intrigued. What's on your mind?”

With a sly grin, Isis asked softly, “Given the chance, would you take my body into your arms and make my soul scream your name?”

Maré's response was swift. “Hell yeah!”

Isis nodded thoughtfully. “Fair answer.”

Intrigued, Maré inquired, “Why did you say that?”

With a gaze that hinted at mystery, Isis replied, “Just askin’…”

Maré pondered momentarily before admitting, “We do have an undeniable chemistry, don't we?”

Isis met his gaze with a hint of hesitation. “I’m not being entirely honest, papí.”

Surprised, Maré asked, “Oh …” His curiosity piqued, waiting for her revelation.

“Seriously, I’ve always wondered why you never tried to fuck me,” Isis said.

“Why I never tried to fuck you.” Maré thought about it and then chuckled.

Isis smiled, “Yes, why? All right, fine. You are something else. Listen, papí, no worries. You and I are buddies, so forget it! Never mind.”

“We're cool! I don't have any worries.” Maré responded.

“I don’t. I was just curious...” Isis continued. “And your embrace was metaphorical. You know something, papí? Never mind.”

“What? What's the question?” Maré asked playfully.

“It does not matter, papí,” Isis murmured.

Isis looked to the side window. Maré quickly looked at Isis’ erect nipples standing at attention in her dress. His mind games were making Isis wet. He could almost smell the excitement emitting from between her legs.

“Would you like to stay with me tonight, sexy?” Maré asked her.

Isis nodded.

Maré pulled up in front of the sleek Charles Street glass building. They opened the car door and were greeted by the crisp evening air. As they strolled towards the entrance, the distant sound of city traffic filled the air, and the glow of the street lamps cast a warm, amber hue on the sidewalk.

“I’m so excited for tonight,” Maré said, smiling.

“Me too,” Isis replied, taking his hand.

Inside the building, the smooth marble floors echoed with the click-clack of Isis’ heels as they made their way to the elevator.

“I love this building,” Maré remarked, admiring the modern design.

The elevator doors glided open, and as they stepped inside, the soft music playing overhead added to the air of anticipation. They exchanged a playful glance and a quick kiss as the elevator ascended.

Exiting the elevator, the inviting scent of a nearby bouquet of fresh flowers greeted them. The apartment's soft lighting and stylish decor welcomed them as they stepped through the door, setting the scene for a beautiful night together.

Lit candles surrounded the bubbling Jacuzzi tub, next to champagne bottles and wine glasses. Maré looked forward to the session in the tub as he removed the towel from his waist. Maré climbed into the Jacuzzi and quickly got comfortable. Then he signaled Isis to join him. With a sultry smile, Isis stripped out the towel. Her body was sexier than Maré imagined. Her tits were big and supple. He liked how her dark nipples pointed at him. Maré’s eyes focused on her curvaceous waist and hips. Then he checked out her pussy which had a trimmed bush.

“Here I come.” She shouted.

Isis sat on the edge and then slid into the water. Maré opened the Armand de Brignac Brut Gold bottle and poured a glass for each. They both took a sip and set their drinks aside before sharing a kiss.

“I love your lips,” Maré told her.

“Thanks. I want to do something special for you.” Isis beamed.

Isis soaped up the washrag and started scrubbing Maré’s back. He loved the feel of her soft, wet hands and the cotton washrag. Isis meticulously washed every inch of Maré’s brown muscular body. She purposely teased him when she scrubbed his balls. He caught her giggling when she had him aroused and close to cumming. He liked every minute of her teasing.

“Girl, you are so bad!” Maré moaned.

“No, you don’t know how to control yourself.” Isis giggled.

When she finished bathing Maré, she gave him some sensual pecks on his lips. Then she sat on the edge of the Jacuzzi. She picked up the nearly empty bottle of the Armand de Brignac and poured it down her flat torso and cunt. Maré caught some of the liquid with his wine glass and consumed it.

“The best pussy cocktail!” Maré replied.

Isis spread her legs wider and said, “Have more of your dessert.”

Maré’s wet tongue found its way deep inside her. Isis grabbed his head and squealed. He flicked the underside of his tongue rapidly against her clit. His mouth wasted no time working her pussy. Maré stuck his tongue out and shook his head from side to side. Isis closed her eyes and moaned passionately. Maré knew he had her. Her body shuddered against his chin. Maré looked up to see her stroking and pulling at her erect nipples.

“Delicious pussy!” He murmured.

“Oh, I love how you eat my pussy.” Isis groaned.

Isis rolled her hips and gyrated her soaked pussy. The pleasure was so intense that she shoved her pussy hard against Maré’s face and climaxed on his lips. Maré’s mouth stayed glued to her pussy until she exited her orgasm.

“I think I drank all of your honey, baby!” Maré told her.

Isis leaned over and kissed him. “That was good! Let’s get out of this tub and do some real fucking!”

They helped each other out of the Jacuzzi and dried off. Then, the pair headed to the main bedroom. Maré couldn’t take his eyes off Isis’ lovely ass. He was ready to devour every inch of Isis.

Once in the bed, Isis climbed on Maré like a ravenous feline. She licked and kissed his upper torso and toned belly. Then Isis took his cock in her mouth and performed fellatio on him. At that moment, Isis morphed into R&B singer Christina Milian. Maré’s mind was playing tricks on him, he thought.

“Wow!” Maré said in a shocked voice. “You’re Christina Milian!”

“You see, I am full of surprises!” Isis Taylor giggled. “I was trying to reveal to you in the car that I’m a shape-shifter! I’m going to morph into all your favorite Hispanic crushes!”

Isis put her mouth back on Maré’s dick and increased her fervor. She pumped her head up and down on his dick like a piston. Watching her juicy lips sliding over his stiff member had Maré close to cumming. Then he watched Isis suck his balls while she massaged his dick.

“I’m getting close to cumming, sexy!” Maré warned her.

“Oh, no! Not yet, birthday boy!”

Christina Milian climbed on top of Maré and lowered herself onto his dick. He sat up and began sucking her tits. Maré liked the feeling of licking her erect nipples. He lay back down as she rode him. Maré marveled at Christina’s tits bouncing as she slammed down on his dick. She shrieked and morphed into Claudette Ortiz, the hot Hispanic castmate in TV One’s reality series R&B Divas: Los Angeles. The transformation was crazy!

“Yes, ride me, baby!” Maré exclaimed.

Claudette Ortiz continued pounding him for all she was worth. She got weary fast, burning so much energy. Maré took it upon himself to lay her down and mounted her missionary style. He slid easily into her soaked pussy and thrust it fast and hard.

“Yes, fuck me, Maré!” She cried.

Maré kissed her soft lips and fondled her tits. He picked up the pace and felt himself about to cum.

“I’m cumming, baby!” Maré declared.

He pulled out and ejaculated on Claudette’s body.

Claudette grabbed his dick and inserted it back into her. “No, keep fucking me, papí!”

Claudette reached a high level of ecstasy. Maré resumed pounding her pussy as her moans and groans echoed in the room. She squirmed, and Maré watched as he saw her dark eyes roll back in her head. She arched her back and transformed into Jessica Alba, the famous Hollywood star.

“Oh yes, I love her too!” Maré said excitedly. “You are so hot, babe! This sexual experience is incredible!”

The sight of her nude body turned him on even more. Jessica Alba’s heavenly pussy was responsive to Maré’s hard thrusts. Her cunt juices flowed freely, which coated his dick. He stopped his pumping action from catching his breath and kissed her lips.

“The sex is great!” Jessica Alba acknowledged. “There is one more position we have to do, birthday boy! I know it’s your favorite!”

She shape-shifted to pop star Jennifer Lopez and got on her hands and knees. Then she turned her head over her shoulders and told Maré, “Fuck my ass!”

Maré mounted Jennifer Lopez from behind, grabbed a handful of her disheveled brown hair, and banged her fervently. Seeing his big black cock moving in and out of Jennifer Lopez’s perfect ass was extraordinary. Jennifer Lopez pushed her ass against his straining cock, urging Maré to fuck her harder, which he did. She shrieked, and her sticky fluids squirted out. That triggered Maré to pull his gigantic dick out of Jennifer Lopez and discharge golden spunk on her lower back.

“Fuck!” Maré hollered.

The orgasm Maré had was one of the most intense ever. He felt like he had pumped a pint of cum on her. Jennifer Lopez changed to Isis Taylor, and they lip-locked for a few minutes.

“That was great!” She whispered.

They lay on the bed, well-gratified and relaxed. Then, they drifted to a peaceful sleep in each other’s arms.

Early the following day, Maré opened his eyes and noticed he was alone in his soaked bed. Maré’s clothes were on the floor, and the air around him smelled like a sweet vagina. What just happened? He thought. Was it a dream, or did he fucked a porn star/shape-shifter named Isis Taylor? Maré licked his lips, and it was rich with her taste. Then he hollered her name but only heard the echo of his voice.

When he checked his smartphone, a text message from Isis read, “Last night with you was epic. Thanks! Muah.”

Maré looked up at the ceiling with a big smile and said, “My erotic shape-shifter is real!”

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