Enjoy the Beard

I'm Jake, 28, and I've been dating Mia for two years now. She's a total boss babe, climbing the corporate ladder at her marketing firm, always dressed to kill in power suits that hug her curves just right. Massive tits, tiny waist, legs for days, and an ass that makes heads turn. We're crazy about each other, and tonight's supposed to be special. She's got a big presentation tomorrow, so we're role-playing in our hotel room to "practice her pitch." She's strutting around in that blue blazer over a black tank, black skirt flaring just enough to tease, nails painted dark, gold bracelet glinting. The room smells like her jasmine perfume mixed with the crisp hotel sheets, and my cock's already stirring watching her pose in front of the mirror.

"Babe, how's this look? Confident enough to close the deal?" she asks, hands on hips, tits thrusting forward. I nod, grinning from the bed, phone out to snap pics for her "motivation board." We're alone, curtains drawn, the hum of the AC the only sound besides her heels clicking on the floor.

Then there's a knock. "Room service?" I mutter, but we didn't order anything. Mia opens the door, and in steps this bearded guy, stocky with short dark hair, smirking like he owns the place. "Hey, I think you're in the wrong room," I say, standing up. He ignores me, eyes locked on Mia. "Love the outfit. Mind if I borrow something?" Before I can react, he grabs her hair and yanks. Her head pops off clean, like it's detachable. I freeze, brain short-circuiting. He sets her pretty face down on the dresser, then reaches up and pulls his own bearded head off, placing it on her neck with a click.

What the actual fuck? I lunge forward, but he's already scooping up her head, tucking it under his arm like a football, then bolts out the door. I froze. I'm left staring at Mia's body, now topped with his thick-bearded face, dark eyes blinking in confusion for a split second before she smiles at me.

"Babe? You okay? You look like you saw a ghost," she says, but it's his deep, rumbling voice, not her soft alto. The beard twitches as she talks, scratching against the black tank's neckline. Her tits heave with each breath, straining the fabric, nipples poking through like always, but that hairy chin bobs above them, making my stomach flip.

"Mia, your head! That guy...he stole your head! You've got his bearded face!" I'm yelling now, hands grabbing her shoulders, feeling her smooth skin, but the neck's sturdier, coarser hairs brushing my fingers.

She frowns, brows knitting under that neat black hair, and laughs low and gravelly. "What are you talking about? This is my face, you idiot. Stop messing around." She thinks I'm joking, turning back to the mirror, adjusting the blazer, tits jiggling as she poses with hands on hips, skirt swishing. "Come on, take the pic. I need to see if this screams 'power exec.'"

I can't breathe. The room reeks of her jasmine, but now mixed with his faint cologne, like musk and old spice clinging to the beard. She's oblivious, strutting closer, hips swaying, that perfect ass flexing under the skirt. "Babe, seriously, what's wrong? You were all over me five minutes ago." She presses against me, tits mashing soft and heavy into my chest, the tank's fabric thin enough to feel her hard nipples. My cock twitches despite the horror, responding to her body as she grinds lightly, pussy heat radiating through the skirt against my thigh.

But that beard scratches my collarbone as she nuzzles in, deep voice purring, "You wanna practice more? I could blow you for good luck." Her hand slides down, cupping my bulge, manicured nails grazing through my pants. I recoil, pushing her back. "No! Mia, look in the mirror! That's not you!"

She rolls her eyes, and grabs her phone from the dresser. "Fine, if you're gonna be weird." She snaps a selfie, tits out front, smiling that confident smile on his face, then shows me. "See? Same old me, beard and all. You don't complain about my beard when you're 7 inch deep into my throat! Now stop being a prick and fuck me already. I've got an early meeting."

I'm shaking, bile rising, but her body's so familiar, curves begging, that musky arousal scent wafting up as she spreads her legs a bit. The swapper's long gone, probably jerking off with her pretty head on his body somewhere. My phone buzzes, a text from an unknown number. I look and there's a picture: Mia's gorgeous face on the bearded guy's stocky frame, his hand on a bulging cock, caption: "She finally has a real dick in her hand. More pics coming - enjoy the beard on your nuts when she blows you!"

I nearly drop the phone. Mia's already stripping the blazer, tits bouncing free in the tank, oblivious, pulling me toward the bed. "Come on, babe. Let's make this night memorable." Her deep voice echoes, beard framing those plump lips as she licks them. I'm trapped, cock hardening against my will, wondering if I can even touch her without puking. What the fuck do I do now?