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Spanish Lessons - Part 2 [Spicy Latina TG] Deluxe Extension
🕑 Added 2025-01-19 23:21:13 +0000 UTCCommissioned Anonymously
Richard needs to learn Spanish in only one week for a business trip; Sofia’s ‘immersion lessons’ seem too good to be true, but what choice does he have?
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I shifted awkwardly on my chair. I’d worked in this office for years now, in this same chair, and it had never felt uncomfortable until now. I wiggled my hips a little, crushing my butt into the seat and frowning at the lack of cushion. This had been happening constantly since Sofia and I switched back. After my lovely day with Marco, we’d switched places multiple times, and my Spanish had flourished. That stopped being the point pretty quickly, though. It was so easy to speak Spanish in Sofia’s body that I stopped putting in much effort to memorise anything. When I changed back, it all seemed to be there, so I focused on having fun. Strange how something as simple as sitting could be fun in her body, with her plump curvy ass padding everything. I groaned in frustration and stood up, wobbling a little as I naturally adjusted for heavy breasts that were no longer there.
“Mierda! I was only in her body for a few days, how did things become habit so fast?”
The door burst open as Conner let himself in without knocking again.
“Richard! All set and ready?” He beamed, “Flight is tonight!”
“T-tonight?” I spluttered.
Had a week gone by that fast? I looked at the date, then up to my carefully typed, half-finished meeting notes and swallowed. Things suddenly felt a lot more real.
“Of course.” I lied smoothly, missing the casual confidence I’d had in Sofia’s body. She would have sold the lie so sweetly that Conner wouldn’t be raising an eyebrow now.
“Are you sure? this is a big deal.” Conner reminded me.
“If it’s such a big deal, why aren't you going? This is your company.” I asked before hastily adding, “Um, sir.”
“Because I need to make sure nothing happens to my precious company while I am away!” Conner said simply. “When the CEO is away from base, people get up to all sorts of shady business. I can’t risk our reputation going up in smoke on the cusp of such an important deal.”
He said it with such confidence despite the fact it was obviously bullshit. Maybe that was the trick, if you spoke like you believed what you said, other people would, too. Or at least not have the confidence to question it in my case.
“Well, I had better get back to the grind.” Conner grinned. “Let me know how it all goes, I will be waiting for your updates each day!”
“Great.”
He left in a whirlwind just as he’d arrived and left me feeling shaken in his wake. What was the Spanish word for ‘merger’ again? Or ‘acquisition’? It felt like half the terms I needed were blank holes; I could ask for a drink, or flirt to my heart's content, but running the meeting was starting to feel like an impossibility. I looked down at my notes; they were perfect. I’d written them the other night in Sofia’s body when I was at the height of my confidence. There was something so empowering about just sitting there naked at my laptop typing away. I knew my arguments were good; if I could just give them with the same self-assuredness I’d felt when I had written them, I knew our company would come out on top. I stood up and cleared my throat. I just had to practice saying a few parts in Spanish, and then I’d feel better.
“Saludos, damas…uh…dammit what’s the word…”
I kept trying, but my nerves kept getting the better of me; it felt like Spanish was leaking out of my ears. By the end, I was sure I’d managed to forget half of what I’d learned in Sofia’s body.
“Dammit! What am I going to do?!” I cried. “This would be so much easier in Sofia’s body!”
If I had those supple curves and those beautiful full lips that smiled so easily, being confident would be a snap! As it was, all I could focus on was how sweaty my palms felt and how my posture kept slipping back to curled and anxious. What was I thinking, going on this trip? There was no way I could handle the meeting! Before I could think better of it, I grabbed my phone and punched Sofia’s number.
“Hola.”
“Sofia! It’s Richard!”
“Oh, exciting! Aren't you off to that important business meeting for the merger tonight?”
“I’m flying out, yes but…Sofia, I can’t! My Spanish, it’s not good enough!”
Sofia giggled, and the sound sent a tingle down my spine. I remembered how it felt to make that sound, how the small shakes echoed around in my chest and made my breasts tingle slightly.
“You mean to say, you didn't spend any time in my body studying up on your terminology?”
“...You know I didn’t.”
“Well, it looks like there is only one solution.” She said happily. “We have to switch again.”
“But I have to fly out in a few hours! That’s not enough time.”
“Then I will just have to go to the meeting in your place. While you stay behind as me.”
I blinked in shock, the phone almost slipped from my grip.
“You’re going to the meeting…but…but, how? How will you manage?”
“Are you going to?” She said.
“Well…no.”
“Unlike you, I spent my time as you reading up on the situation; with your notes, I am sure I will do just fine; and you can stay behind and…work on your vocabulary.”
“For a whole week?”
My voice sounded more hopeful than I intended. My head was already full of fantasies; a whole week as Sofia and I wouldn't have to endure that meeting. Without Conner being the wiser, it would have been almost too good to be true.
“Well, if you are sure…”
“I am, come on over; let’s get this sorted!”
~
I was so excited I didn't even care about the pinprick of pain caused by piercing my ear again. Sofia also seemed oddly excited by the prospect of transforming and had practically thrust the earring at me the moment she walked through the door. I didn't understand it personally; it seemed like she was getting a raw deal, but she hadn't even charged me for the time yet. Perhaps that was her game; scam me later. Whatever, I didn’t care, I could already feel my tits growing in, and that sensation alone was worth any amount of money.
I stretched, feeling my clothing pop and buckle as my body changed, but this time I enjoyed the sensations. My hips clicked as they widened, the pinches of pain only seemed to heighten the pleasure as my cock disappeared and was replaced with the now familiar pussy. Sofia giggled as my tits burst through my button-up shirt, sending buttons clicking against the floor, but this time I joined in.
“This is more fun when you’re flustered.” She teased, voice changing to be like mine.
“I can’t help it, this is too fun!”
“Good thing I am so serious then, this business trip is important to my career.”
We both laughed, but mine was high and girlish, while hers was now closer to a throaty chuckle. In a few minutes, it was complete; she in a snazzy business suit, and I once again in tatters, tits and ass on display. After a moment of hesitation, I kicked the clothing off with a blush; Sofia knew her own body, there wasn't any shame in being naked in front of her. Still, heat coated my skin, and she gave me an appraising look.
“That’s more like it.” She nodded before picking up my suitcase. “Now, I believe I have a flight to catch.”
I swallowed nervously, following her as close to the door as I dared in my undressed state.
“Please do your best, I have all my notes on the laptop in the bag!”
“Don’t worry, Richard. Go have fun!”
She grabbed the passport and keys by my door before giving me a quick wave.
“Good luck!” She called, as if she wasn't the one who needed it, and then, she was gone.
Reality slowly sank in as I stood there, looking at the open door. I was in Sofia’s body again, she had gone to the meeting in my place; and now I had several days of pleasure and fun to look forward to. The idea that she could ruin everything was sitting at the back of my mind, but I ignored the weight; what was done was done, and it was time to have fun!
With an excited squeal, I turned on my heels and ran to the bedroom. Despite all my reservations, I’d made a stop on the way home. A clothing boutique that normally would have never caught my eye did just that. The mannequin in the window had been dressed in an outfit that instantly had me drooling. I already knew Sofia’s sizes thanks to my little shopping trip the other day, so I couldn't resist buying it. I reached into the bag and pulled out the garment, holding it against myself and sighing in pleasure as the shiny, silky fabric rubbed against my naked body.
“Perfecta…”
It was made of two sheets of dark red fabric, held together by golden rings that let a stripe of skin show on either side. It was strapless and just reached mid-thigh; the sort of outfit that threatened to fall off at a moment's notice, or at least looked like it. With some difficulty, I wiggled my way into it, enjoying how tight the fabric hugged my curves. It seemed to know exactly when to squash and where to stretch; my butt was on full display with the fabric hugging it tight, while my breasts were pressed together against my chest. I posed a few times in front of the mirror, smiling that wide smile and blowing a kiss at my reflection.
“Not bad at all…”
I bent over and retrieved the set of strappy black heels I’d purchased the other day and grinned. They had been my little secret, a hope that maybe I could become Sofia again; I was glad to see my wish come true! I put them on and laughed; of course, I wasn't struggling to balance, Sofia wore heels all the time! I strutted up and down my bedroom a few times, revelling in just being. Once again, I marvelled at just how much fun life could be in the right body; even something as simple as walking could be exciting.
“Well, no use staying in!” I clapped my hands at my reflection. “This sort of hotness needs to be seen!”
I returned to the front door before freezing with my hand on the handle. I didn't have any underwear; in all my excitement, I hadn't thought to buy any, and with each step, I could feel my exposed folds rubbing together. My lack of bra didn't matter; the dress pressed them tight enough to form their own support, but was I really going to go out without panties?
“I can stop and get some when I buy some make-up.” I reasoned. “It’s just a short walk.”
The wind swirled around my legs as I stepped out onto the street. I felt the breeze waft past my lower lips and shivered in delight; this felt so naughty! Never in my life did I think I could be so daring. Then again, I didn't spend most of my life as a spicy Latina! I walked down the street, enjoying the sway of my hips and the appreciative looks from passersby as I made my way through the shopping district. Not far from here was a little shop where I could buy some make-up and jewellery to complete my look, but the more I walked the less enthused I was by the idea of buying panties. Going commando was just too much fun. The sky around me was darkening and pink lights danced on the horizon, a few blocks away, music floated in the air. A series of nightclubs I had never felt cool enough to go to were calling, and I smiled coyly. I knew exactly where I was going to spend my first night.
~
Sofia leaned back in the plush airline chair and smiled to herself. It wasn't first class, but it felt like it. She’d not done much travelling, the only plane she had ever been on before now was her flight from Colombia to the States a few years ago. Flying as a businessman just felt inherently more classy. The stewardess smiled at her as she dropped off another beer, and Sofia gave her a wink. The woman blushed demurely and walked away, but Sofia watched her ass as she went.
“I wonder if Richard would mind me taking him to the mile-high club while in his body…” She muttered before dismissing the idea, she had a business meeting to prepare for.
Richard seemed more than glad to be rid of the responsibility, but Sofia’s heart hammed with excitement. She dreamed of being big in the business world one day; this was the ultimate taster for her future. If she could pull this off, maybe she and Richard could work out some sort of deal; she could be the big businessman from time to time while he got his freak on as her. She settled in for the flight, ready to memorise his notes and improve upon them; she couldn't wait to see those businessmen’s faces when she aced it all tomorrow.
~
Gold hoops weighed on my ears, a thin sheen of red gloss coated my lips, and golden bangles adorned my wrists and ankles. The metal jiggled as I walked up to the club bouncer and batted my eyelids; if there was a cover charge, he forgot to tell me. Revelling in the power a nice rack gave me, I stepped into the heat of the club and breathed deep, taking in the scent of alcohol and musk. Bodies writhed against one another on the dance floor, and the bar kept a steady stream of alcohol flowing. It was the sort of place I’d shrink away from and hide before, but not now; tonight, it felt like home.
I joined the throng effortlessly, moving with the crowd to the dance floor and feeling the bass travel up my heels and into my legs. The vibrations flowed through me, spurring me to move as a new song started. I bounced on my toes, and my ass began to shake, stretching the fabric of my dress and it shifted. With each move it threatened to fall out the bottom or rid up, and the risk made me flush. I felt wild and free; this was Heaven.
As I turned on the spot, I saw people staring in awe at my beauty. I watched as eyes traced the bare skin at the slides of my dress and giggled as realisation dawned on men’s faces when they noticed I obviously wasn’t wearing panties. The fog and heat from the club wafted against the exposed skin at my sides like lovers' fingers, and my hair flew through the air as I jumped and swayed. Skin and cloth brushed together as the crowd pressed up against me and a natural rhythm began to form.
A man would smile at me, then slowly move forward, changing from dancing around one another to dancing together. I’d grind up against him, feeling for that telltale bulge hidden in the dim lighting. If it wasn't there to begin with, it soon was, thanks to my movements. Then, just as he was getting bold, ready to wrap his arms around my neck and pull me close, I vanished. A few quick steps in the crowd, and I was gone, off to the next potential partner, giggling all the while.
Not a single drop of alcohol had graced my lips, and yet I felt drunk, drunk on euphoria at being in this gorgeous body again. So drunk in fact I didn't pay attention to where I was shaking my booty or who I was shaking it against. I felt strong hands grip my hips, swaying them side to side as a man ground against me. I turned in delight, a flirty Spanish greeting on the tip of my tongue that immediately died when I saw who it was. I was face to face with Conner, my boss.
“Hey there, lovely lady. I hope you didn't stop on my account!” He laughed, yelling over the music. “We were just getting started.”
The fear in my veins thaws slightly; of course, he wouldn’t recognise me, how could he? There was no way he could know this busty Latina was actually his employee.
“Who’s this Cam, found somebody special?”
Wait, I knew that voice as well…Martinez!?
I turned and gaped. Martinez, who was supposed to be too sick to work, was right there, holding two beers and grinning like a loon. He handed one of the drinks to Conner before throwing an arm around me and letting his palm dangle dangerously close to my breast. Close enough to catch the odd touch, but far enough to be mistaken as an accident.
“We were just getting to know each other, I’m Conner, but call me Cam. And this here is my friend Martinez.”
“Martinez?” I gaped without thinking. “You’re supposed to be sick!”
The man seemed taken aback and I quickly fumbled for an explanation.
“Um, I am tutoring this white man, he said he needed to know Spanish for a business meeting because Martinez was sick,” I said quickly. “And his boss was named Conner as well.”
“Busted!” Martinez laughed, “Oh well, you won’t tell, will you sweetheart?”
He winked, and I felt odd butterflies fluttering in my stomach. I’d always known Martinez was a handsome guy on some level: olive skin, slick dark hair, piercing eyes and an easy smile. Now that I was in Sofia’s body, though, I felt the attraction most other women must have felt around him. All that spicy Latina confidence seemed to melt away all of a sudden and I felt my cheeks turning pink and they both flirted with me. The attention felt good, so good, but my ability to control the situation seemed to have flown out the window. I was just along for the ride, a slave to my body’s whims.
“So what’s your name, sweetheart?” Conner asked as we made our way off the dance floor to a quiet corner.
“Sofia.”
“Gorgeous name.”
“I know.”
Conner threw back his head and laughed, slapping Martinez on the back as he did.
“Look at that! Finally, a hot girl who isn't pulling that whole fake modesty thing!”
“It is nice to have a lady with a bit of confidence,” Martinez said with a wry smile. “We like those.”
A shiver ran down my spine; both men had a hungry look in their eyes. A look I knew all too well, a look that made me wet between my legs and my skin hot. They bought me a drink which I slammed down easily, then we walked back to the dance floor. It was so wrong, but it felt so good, dancing with two men at once. I turned between each of them until I somehow ended up sandwiched between them. Our bodies rubbing together, it made my pussy burn with need. Conner's hand found its way to my waist, pulling me closer as we danced. I felt his breath on my ear as he whispered:
"You're stunning, Sofia. I can't take my eyes off you."
His words sent a rush of pleasure through my body.
Martinez pressed at my other side.
"Let's take this to a more private place," he suggested, his voice husky with desire.
I didn't need any more convincing; this had all the illicit thrill of sleeping with your boss but with the added detail that even he didn’t know who I was! The anticipation had built to a fever pitch, and I was ready to explore what this body could feel with two lovers at once. We left the club, and the cool night air was a welcome contrast to the heated atmosphere inside. My skin shivered at the sudden change but Conner wrapped an arm around me.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’ll keep you warm.”
A day ago I would have said I could keep myself warm, adding a flirty smile to keep things playful. But it seemed like Sofia’s personality was taking a backseat now. My old, submissive self was coming through and instead of saying anything I just snuggled closer.
Martinez led us to his apartment, a stylish loft not far from the club. I’d always thought we were on a similar pay scheme, but judging by the designer furniture in this place, I was way off. Conner flung off his jacket and loosened his tie as we stepped inside.
“You’d think this was your house.” I giggled.
“It practically is, Martinez and I have been using this place for romantic rendezvous ever since college.”
That explained why Conner was always so easy on him. They were old friends and obviously, the boss liked to play favourites.
“Good thing I decided not to go on that business trip.” Martinez joked. “I doubt there is anybody as gorgeous as you in Mexico City.”
He gently took my hand, leading me towards the bedroom. The blood rushed in my ears, I couldn’t believe I was really doing this. As I stood by the bed, Martinez and Conner exchanged a look, a silent communication that sent a thrill through me. How many other women had been in this position with them, I wondered. They moved towards me, their eyes burning with desire. I felt their hands on my body, gentle at first, then with growing urgency.
Martinez's fingers traced the curves of my waist, his fingers looping around each golden ring before pressing at the exposed skin, while Conner's hands caressed my hair, letting it flow through his fingers. I was standing between them, feeling overwhelmed.
“Want us to take the lead? We can do so much to you if you just let us…”
I nodded, my breath coming in short gasps. I wanted this, needed it. The anticipation had built to an almost unbearable level.
Conner gently guided me onto the bed, and leaned in close. I felt his lips on mine, soft and exploring. Martinez joined us, his kisses trailing down my neck as he fiddled with the rings of my dress. One by one, he tested them, tugging until one finally opened. My dress fell off me, exposing my fully naked body to both the men, who groaned in approval.
“I’m feeling overdressed.” Conner moaned, quickly stripping off his shirt. “Take care of Martinez, won’t you?”
Martinez smiled at me as I undid his buttons and fly with trembling fingers. All the while he kept touching, chuckling whenever he found a particularly sensitive spot. Soon, Conner joined in, their hands moved in sync, exploring every inch of my body. I arched my back, surrendering to their touch. Their skilled fingers ignited a fire in places I never knew existed. I moaned softly, my body responding to their every caress. It wasn't like sleeping with Marco; there were twice as many touches to keep track of, it was all so overwhelming.
I explored their bodies with equal fervour, my hands tracing the contours of their muscles. Martinez's body was a masterpiece, hard and defined, while Conner's was lean and supple. Who knew they were hiding such hotness under their suits?
“Ever had a spitroast before, Sofia?” Martinez teased, pressing two fingers into my hole suddenly and knocking the air from my lungs.
“N-no…”
“You’re about to find out just how good they are,” Conner said huskily. “Open up.”
They positioned me on my hands and knees on the mattress, Conner standing on one side of the bed while Martinez took the other. Conner presented his hard length, stroking it a few times before pressing it towards my lips. Obediently, they parted, and he slowly began to feed his cock into my mouth. I’d never done anything like this before, not even with Marco. I expected the gag and to hate the taste but to my surprise, it was utterly delicious. I moaned around the length, sucking in my cheeks and earning a guttural sound from Conner that made my pussy quiver.
Martinez seemed to notice as he stood behind me, his hands gripped my hips and I felt heat approaching my hole. I moaned in anticipation, feeling him slowly slide inside me. I couldn’t see from this angle, but I was sure the two men were making eye contact as, all of a sudden, they began to thrust in tandem. Conner would thrust his cock into my mouth just as Martinez did the same with my hole. Then they both pulled back, I was being fucked in both ends at the same time. I’d never felt more dirty or more alive.
“God, she’s tight!”
“Her mouth is so soft!”
I tried to focus on Conner’s cock in my mouth, swirling my tongue and pressing it deep into my throat. But the pleasure down below was getting so hard to ignore. With each thrust, the breath was knocked from my lungs, and I had to fight to keep my jaw going slack as I moaned. It just felt so good!
“I think she’s about to cum, Conner!”
“Go on, Sofia. Cum, you little tease. I hope you’re hungry ‘cause you’re about to get a good feed. But you have to cum for me first!”
The pressure began to build between my legs as Martinez thrust harder, I desperately tried to hold on, to keep this going as long as I could. There was no way to stop the inevitable, though. No matter how much I didn’t want to look like some slut, I couldn’t stop my muscles tightening, and a muffled moan escaped as I finally fell over the edge. Conner’s hips jackhammered his cock into my slacking mouth, slamming against the back of my throat as he came down it. A second later, I felt Martinez do the same. I had two men cumming in me at the same time; it was so sinful it made me cum again.
“Oh yeah…she’s something else, alright.” Martinez breathed happily as he slipped out. “Best we’ve had yet.”
“I agree, what a set of lips she’s got.”
I shuddered, sitting up on the bed as I tried to catch my breath. Cum dribbled from the corner of my mouth, and I could feel more pooling beneath me as I sat. To my surprise though, neither Martinez nor Conner were done with me yet.
“I think I’d like to feel those lips myself,” Martinez said, stroking himself back to hardness.
“And I wouldn’t mind taking you for a ride,” Conner added.
I looked at both the men and felt a new hunger start to burn in my guts. With a cheeky smile, I positioned myself, ass in the air and gave them a teasing wiggle.
“Come get it then! I think it’s time you switched places.”
~
Sofia sat back in her hotel room overlooking Mexico City. She’d been given a business suite; complete with a full complimentary mini-bar. She sipped wine more expensive than she could ever afford and smiled. Whatever Richard was doing right now; it couldn’t beat this. The simple class and elegance she was now experiencing, not to mention the respect from everybody she passed. Why was Richard so submissive and nervous? She had no idea; all he had to do was hold his head high so he could have all the power he wanted.
Confident the meeting would go well, she opened up her own personal emails to see if there were any messages from Marco. Maybe Richard had crawled into his bed again. She’d loved hearing every detail of their last tryst. But there was nothing from Marco. Instead there was an ominous email from the university with the simple, terrifying subject line: Regarding your Student Visa.
