As her life as a whore develops, Suzy learns to not only accept but enjoy her new life.
Whether it was exhaustion or the fact that I was beginning to accept my new life, I slept really well on Thursday night and woke up refreshed and ready to go. As usual, while I showered, Kathy laid out my outfit for the day, ***********ing one of the dresses she had bought the day before to help fill out my closet. The tight red dress barely stretched over my enhanced chest and the hemline was only inches below my ass. I knew that as tight as it was, bending over the coffee table at work was going to be an adventure, and when I tested it by bending over in front of the mirror, my suspicions were confirmed: the matching red panties Kathy had laid out were clearly visible. Surprisingly, I found myself smiling at the sight as I imagined customers entranced by my ass and legs. Kathy smiled appreciatively when I walked into the kitchen, saying, “I just knew you’d look great in that dress! You know, not every woman could wear something that tight and not look like some kind of overstuffed sausage. But, you look amazing! I’m actually jealous!”
“Thank you,” I blushed, running my hands down my sides. “To be honest, when I saw the dress on the bed I had my doubts about whether I’d even be able to get in it, let alone be able to wear it. But, it does make me feel really, really sexy.”
“You ARE really, really sexy,” Kathy laughed. “With those legs and that body? You’re definitely one of the sexiest women in town.” She moved closer and gave me a quick kiss on the lips. “I love you so much,” she whispered. “It’s so wonderful being married to Suzy.”
“I love you, too,” I answered. “I’m glad I can make you happy, even if I have to be a woman to do it.”
“But, are you happy?” she asked. “Are you enjoying being a woman as much as I think you are?”
“I, I am,” I sighed. “To be honest, at first I didn’t. I was terrified and I hated it. I hated myself for letting you do it to me and I hated myself every time I got turned on by doing something whorish. But….well, I guess you can see how much it’s growing on me. Looking in the mirror and seeing a sexy woman is an amazing feeling. And, you were right when you pointed out that I never had women wanting to be with me when I was a man. To have men wanting me the way they do now is so exciting!”
“And the sex?” she asked with a grin.
I sighed again. “The sex is fantastic,” I admitted. “I love the feeling of having a cock in my mouth, and even though I never thought I’d say it, I’m really starting to enjoy being fucked.”
“Of course you are,” she grinned. “Why wouldn’t a sexy, horny bitch enjoy getting fucked?” She kissed me again. “You’d better get going,” she said. “You don’t want to be late for work. And, speaking of work, don’t forget your promise. You’re going to tell Joe all about what a good time you had last night, right?” I nodded and she smiled even more. “That’s the other thing I like about you as Suzy,” she commented. “You are SO brave! It’s funny: as a man, I always thought that you were a sissy, afraid of your own shadow. But, now that you’re a real sissy, you’re not afraid of anything. You accept the scariest challenges head on and push through them. And you know what? Every time you do that, every time you let me take you to another level, I get even prouder of you and love you even more.”
“Thank you,” I blushed. “It means a lot to hear you say that. Every time I wonder if I should be doing the things I’m doing, I think about times like this. If, if you’re proud of me and love me like this, it must be OK.”
“It’s more than OK,” she said, kissing me yet again. “It’s what you were always meant to be—you’re such a perfect cumslut that doing anything else would be a waste of talent.” She slapped my behind playfully and grinned, “Now, get that cute little ass to work and finish the week off right!”
I pretty much basked in the glow of Kathy’s compliments the whole way to work. A part of me suspected that she was merely telling me what she thought she needed to say to get me to continue doing the things she wanted, another part of me was ready to accept her statements at face value. Eventually, I decided it didn’t matter; even if she was only leading me on, she was doing that because she wanted me to continue my new lifestyle. That meant she did like me better this way than as a man, which meant that, in a way, even if she was lying, there was truth in her statements as well. “Besides,” I reasoned, “she’s right about the way I’m changing. I do feel braver and more confident than I did before. I’ve done things I never imagined I’d be brave enough to do, and I’m really, really good at them!” After I parked the car, I pulled down the vanity mirror and checked my makeup. I couldn’t help smiling. “I am pretty,” I told the reflection. I ran my hands down my body and along my thighs. I moaned softly at the feel and smiled into the mirror again. “And I’m damn sexy,” I sighed. “No wonder so many guys want to fuck me.” I glanced at the door to the office. “I wonder what Joe has in store for me today,” I thought. “I bet it will be a lot more fun than my old job!”
It didn’t take long to get an answer to my question—Becky was already waiting and smiling as I walked into the room. “It’s a good thing you’re a few minutes early,” she confided. “Joe and Jack are waiting for you. They wanted me to send you in as soon as you got here.”
“Jack?” I asked.
“He’s the head of our personnel department,” she explained. “Technically, he has to approve all of Joe’s personnel decisions, including hiring, salaries and raises.” She shrugged and winked, “I’ve never seen him refuse, but it can’t hurt to have him like you.”
“OK, thanks,” I said, taking a deep breath and moving to the door to Joe’s office.
I walked in and found the two men sitting on the sofa, drinking coffee and laughing. “Close the door, please, Suzy,” Joe said. “And come on over here and meet Jack.”
After closing the door behind me, I strutted over to the two men, noticing that Jack’s eyes never made it above my waist. “Nice to meet you,” I said, holding out my hand.
“Not as nice as it is to meet you,” he grinned. Ignoring my hand, he moved his hand to my knee instead. I was too shocked to react, and he apparently took that as encouragement, sliding the hand up to my thigh. “Very nice,” he leered, “and so cooperative!” He glanced quickly at Joe and smiled. “Well, you were right about that part, anyhow.”
“I was right about the rest, too,” Joe answered. “Trust me.”
“Sorry, I can’t take your word for that,” Jack laughed. “I need to find out for myself.”
Joe laughed. “Somehow I thought you would,” he shot back.
“Suzy, you look confused,” Jack said to me. “Maybe I need to explain.” I nodded and he continued. “Joe was telling me that you’re a fantastic secretary.” I felt my cheeks getting red and was about to reply when he cut me off. “More precisely, he was telling me that you’re an amazing cocksucker.” Even though I expected that my talents were going to be a part of the meeting, I was still stunned by the bluntness of Jack’s approach. When I didn’t reply, he grinned and rubbed my thigh. “So, do I get a demonstration?” he asked.
I shot a look at Joe who grinned and nodded. “Go ahead, Suzy,” he said. “Show him what the best blowjob in town feels like.”
“OK,” I said, forcing a smile. I took a breath and knelt between Jack’s legs, running my hands up his legs. Suddenly my heart was pounding so hard I could swear the men could hear it. Even though I was getting used to blowing Joe’s customers, the concept of blowing another member of the company’s hierarchy was something I wasn’t prepared for. However, knowing that refusing wasn’t an option, I fought off my fear and reached for his zipper. Somehow, I wasn’t surprised that it was already down and his pants were unbuttoned. “I see you’ve been waiting for me,” I said huskily.
“Hell, yeah,” he laughed. “The way Joe talks about you, I didn’t want to waste time.” He lifted his hips, letting me pull his pants and underwear down. “It’s nice to see you feel the same way about that,” he observed.
I managed a smile as I got his pants down to his ankles. “When you’re with two bosses, you can’t let them think you’re wasting time on the job, right?”
“That’s a good attitude,” he laughed. “Now, shut up and suck my cock.”
I moved closer, thinking that with his crude approach I was more than happy to get this over with as soon as possible. I almost giggled when I moved my face between his thighs and saw his dick. “It’s barely bigger than mine,” I realized. “This should be easy.” Remembering Joe’s instructions to show him the best blowjob in town, I pretended to be impressed with him, “oohing” and “awing” as I kissed and licked his shaft and balls. Jack immediately started squirming and by the time I slid him between my lips, I knew he wasn’t going to last long. I swallowed his entire tiny dick on the first stroke and moaned as if I was in heaven so that he would think I was enjoying his manhood (if it could be called that). It only took about a minute to confirm that my first impression had been right. I could hear Jack groaning and gasping for breath and knew he was on the edge of an orgasm. Putting on my best “delirious whore” face I looked up and made eye contact, which was all it took to push him over the top. He closed his eyes as his dick jerked and emptied his balls onto my tongue. I was actually surprised at the amount of cum he managed to pump out, filling my mouth as much as Ron’s much bigger dick had done. Luckily, his dick was small enough that it left plenty of room for semen, so I was able to hold his entire load in my mouth without swallowing. “At least his cum tastes good,” I thought, smiling to myself as he finished. When he pulled his spent dick from my lips, I opened my mouth and inhaled, letting the incoming air play across the puddle on my tongue and filling my senses with the taste and smell of his sperm. I glanced up and saw Jack looking down at me, gasping for breath. Like a good slut, I smiled and made a show of swallowing his cum before licking my lips. “Mmmmmm, that’s nice,” I purred, actually meaning it. “That’s so delicious! Thank you.”
“Oh, you’re welcome,” he groaned before looking over at Joe. “Jesus, you weren’t kidding, were you? She’s fantastic!”
Joe shrugged. “I told you, Suzy loves sucking cock, and it shows.”
“It sure does,” Jack agreed. He looked back at me. “You’re hired,” he grinned, “and I think you’re going to be my favorite employee. We’re going to be spending lots of time together!” Both men laughed before Jack added, “Now get the fuck out of here. We men have business to discuss.”
When I got back to Becky’s desk, she asked, “Well, did he last a whole minute?”
“Almost,” I laughed. “Is he always that crude or was he just testing the new girl?”
“Always,” she said. “Personally, I think he compensates for being a tiny dick by being a huge asshole.” We both giggled and she shrugged. “On the bright side, as you saw, you don’t have to put up with his attitude for long. Hell, it usually takes longer to get his pants off than it takes to get his dick off.”
I giggled some more. “He said we’d be spending a lot of time together. Is that true?”
“Unfortunately,” she nodded, “at least for a while. If it’s anything like he was with me, he’ll show up every morning for a while for his little freebie. But, after a while, it slows down to once a week or so. Like I said, though, if you can put up with his attitude for a few minutes, the actual blowjob doesn’t take much work so it’s not as bad as if he had some staying power.”
I nodded back. “Yeah, I think I can handle it. Besides, he does have delicious cum, so that part was actually kind of nice.”
“That’s what I call looking for a silver lining!” Becky laughed. “Suzy, I think you’re going to do just fine in this job!”
Joe’s first customer arrived before Jack left, so I ended up spending almost 20 minutes entertaining him as he drained cup after cup of coffee. When Jack did finally leave, he made a big deal of telling me “See you Monday morning, Suzy!” After the customer went into Joe’s office, Becky told me I could relax and clean up if I wanted, since this one had never qualified for our “special treatment”.
“Too bad,” I told her. “I thought he was actually pretty cute. I wouldn’t have minded doing him just to get Jack out of my mind.”
“Well,” she said, looking at the calendar, “our 11:00 appointment should do that for you. He’s a hunk and ALWAYS delivers a big order.”
As Becky predicted, the customer left without either of us being called into Joe’s office. Since there was quite a while until the next appointment was due, I decided it was a good time to address Kathy’s instructions. Timidly, I knocked on Joe’s door and asked, “Do you have a few minutes to talk about something?”
“Sure,” he nodded. “Come on in.” I closed the door behind me and took a seat at his desk. “What’s up?” he asked. “Did Jack gross you out?”
“Oh, no,” I shook my head. “I, I can handle that, honest. It, it’s actually something else.” He waited patiently while I got myself under control. “It, it’s something Kathy wanted me to tell you about,” I started.
“Well, now you have me interested,” he grinned. “I love the way Kathy thinks.”
“Yeah, she’s….inventive,” I agreed. “Anyhow, she insisted that I tell you about what happened last night.”
“This is sounding even better,” he smiled. “So, what happened?”
I took a deep breath. “Ron and Steve paid me a visit. They, they had a lot of fun with me.”
“Really? And did you have fun?”
“I did,” I admitted.
“Do I get details?”
I nodded. “That’s why I’m here. Kathy wanted me to tell you all about it. I, I think she wants to make sure you know how much of a whore I’m becoming.”
“OK,” he said enthusiastically, “let’s hear it.” I spent the next ten minutes filling him in on what had happened the night before as his eyes and grin grew wider with each word I spoke. When I finished, he asked, “So, how did it feel? Did you enjoy it?”
I shrugged. “It would be pretty hard to deny liking it when I had two orgasms. So, yeah, I did.”
“Does Steve fuck you as well as I do?”
“I, I guess,” I said, flustered. “His dick isn’t as big as yours, so he doesn’t get as deep. But, it, it also doesn’t hurt as much when he goes in, so there’s that.”
“Ron didn’t fuck you, though?” he asked.
“Oh, God, no!” I gulped. “There’s no way I’m ready to be fucked by that monster cock of his!”
“Oh, I disagree,” he smiled. “You’re ready. You just don’t realize it.”
“I, I don’t think so,” I insisted.
“Well, I do,” he said. “But, I agreed with Kathy that she can decide when you’re ready for things like that. All I can do is make suggestions to her, so that’s what I’m going to do. I’m guessing it won’t be long until she agrees with me, though, and starts to let Ron fuck that cute ass. Now, why don’t you get out of here so I can get some work done?”
I was almost in a trance as returned to the reception area worrying about Joe calling Kathy to try and get her to push me even harder. Becky tried starting a conversation a couple times, but I was so lost in my own thoughts that I could barely respond. Even when Joe’s 11:00 appointment arrived, I wasn’t really able to shake myself out of my stupor. I vaguely noticed that he was every bit as much of a hunk as Becky had said, and that I should be excited by the knowledge that I would soon be in his pants, but most of my brain was still preoccupied by Joe’s demand. I was able to push those thoughts aside once I was in Joe’s office and on my knees staring at a beautiful hard cock, and the magical feel of that cock sliding between my lips ignited my lust just as I had learned to expect. For a good fifteen minutes, I was able to push aside my worries and concentrate on the job at hand, so I threw myself into it. By the time I finished, the lucky customer was gasping for breath and babbling about “the best damn blowjob I’ve ever gotten!” I managed to smile, thank him and return to Becky’s desk, before the glow wore off and I once again started worrying about the future.
Fortunately, the afternoon schedule was almost empty; aside from flashing one customer for a few minutes, I was able to spend the entire time contemplating what to do. At quitting time, Becky said her last farewells to both Joe and me and drove off. Joe called me into his office and smiled broadly. “Well, its official now. The job is yours.”
I nodded and gulped. “I, I guess so,” I responded.
“So you’ll be here bright and early Monday morning ready to earn your pay?” I nodded and he smiled again. “Good,” he said, moving closer. He put his hands on my face and looked deep into my eyes. “Suzy, you’re going to be one hell of a secretary for me. You’re perfect for the job, and I think you know that. Don’t be afraid, just relax and enjoy yourself.” When he released my face, he shook his head and grinned. “If I didn’t have to get home right away for some party my wife wants to go to, I’d bend you over that desk and give you the fucking you deserve before I let you go home. Unfortunately, I can’t, so get out of here and I’ll see you on Monday.”
The whole way home, I kept thinking, “I’m really doing this. Becky’s gone and I’m her replacement. I’m really doing it.” By the time I pulled into the driveway, my heart was pounding, and I couldn’t decide if it was from fear or excitement.
When Kathy greeted me with a smile and asked how I was doing, I was honest about what I was feeling, and she was surprisingly understanding. “Darling,” she said, “you’re going to be fine. Don’t be afraid. I know you have trouble accepting it, but those of us who know you can see it clearly: you were born for this. You are one of the hottest, horniest women I’ve ever met, and every guy you’ve ever blown is amazed at how well you do it. Sooner or later, you’re going to understand that.”
“Well,” I sighed, “since you’ve made sure that I’m going to be a woman 24/7 from now on and I now have a job that’s based entirely on how I look and how well I suck cock, I don’t have much choice, do I? I have to accept it.”
“Does that attitude make you feel better?” she asked with a smirk.
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“The ‘you forced me into this position’ shtick,” she explained. “Does that work for you? Does it actually convince yourself that you don’t love strutting around in spike heels and miniskirts shaking your ass for every guy in sight? Does it make it easier for you to accept the fact that you love sucking cock or that you get more excited by the thought of getting your ass fucked than you ever did by the thought of fucking my cunt? Or do you just somehow ignore those facts in your little fantasy that before I ‘forced’ you into being what you are that you were some kind of he-man stud?”
“I, I’m not saying that,” I stammered. “But, you have to admit, you forced me into what I am right now.”
“No,” she shook her head. “I didn’t force anything. I opened the door, I invited you in and let you know it was OK to do it. YOU’RE the one who walked through the door and discovered how much more you enjoyed it than you did your life before you took the invitation.”
“No!” I protested. “That’s not how it happened.”
“Really?” she laughed. “Come here, I want to show you something.” She led me to her computer and opened her browser. In a few minutes she had found a porn site and opened a picture of a muscular black stud and a sexy blonde, both of whom were nude. I couldn’t help smiling as I admired his huge hard cock. I had just started to imagine how it would feel to suck it when Kathy closed the picture. “Describe the man in that picture in as much detail as you can,” she ordered. I did so, describing his ebony skin, dark eyes, his smile, his muscular body, and his huge, thick cock. “Now describe the woman,” she ordered.
“Well, she was blonde,” I started.
“And?” she grinned.
“She was pretty.”
“Well, that’s a no-brainer,” she laughed. “The picture wouldn’t have been there if she wasn’t. Describe her. What color were her eyes? Did she have big tits or little ones? Were her nipples hard? How was her pubic hair trimmed? What color were her nails? Was her hair straight or curly? Was she looking at the man or the camera?”
“I, I don’t know,” I shrugged.
“Why not?” she asked. I shrugged again and she grinned. “I’ll tell you why,” she said. “You can’t tell me anything about that hot woman because you couldn’t take your eyes off the stud with the big cock. You had no interest in those tits, or that pussy or anything else about that gorgeous naked woman. The ONLY thing you saw was a man with a big cock that you wanted to suck.” No matter how much I wanted to argue the point, I couldn’t, so I stayed silent. “You know I’m right,” she said softly. “You spent all your time staring at the guy, wanting him, dreaming of sucking his dick.” She took my face in her hands and stared into my eyes. “And, darling,” she purred, “there’s nothing wrong with that. I did the same thing the first time I saw that picture. It’s a perfectly normal thing for any woman to do. Just don’t stand there and try to pretend that you wanted to look at the hot naked woman but I forced you to stare at the big hard cock.”
I slowly nodded my head. “I, I get it,” I admitted. “You’re right, as usual. All I could see in that picture was a guy I’d love to blow, a guy I’d love to have fuck me. That, that was me, not you.”
“And the horny bitch who goes to work in miniskirts and enjoys blowing her boss and his customers?”
“That’s me, too,” I gulped. “That’s me.” I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. When I opened my eyes, I looked at Kathy and shrugged again. “I love who I am right now,” I whispered. “I love being a woman and I especially love being a woman who can do the things I’ve been doing. You’re right, you didn’t force me into this life…you just showed it to me and let me live it.”
Kathy beamed triumphantly. “I love it every time that you realize more of the truth about yourself.” She leaned closer and kissed me on the cheek. “I love you,” she said, “and I love you the way you are, not the way you want to be. You’re a horny bitch who loves cock. Don’t make a big deal out of it and don’t try to lie to yourself about it. Just accept it and be happy.”
“I’ll try,” I promised meekly. “I, I am happy most of the time, I really am. I like being Suzy. I like wearing sexy clothes and knowing I turn men on. And, yes, I admit I like sucking cock and even getting fucked. Hell, I love sucking cock. We both know that. It’s just…well, sometimes when I’m alone and get a chance to think about what I’m doing, it just seems so…..so….so, I don’t know, so awful! I mean, even if I had been born with a vagina, the things I’m doing are awful. I mean, who grows up wanting to suck cock for a living?”
“Nobody,” she smiled. “But sometimes you just get lucky and get to do it anyhow.”
I couldn’t help laughing. “So I’m lucky that I get to be a whore?”
She shrugged. “Would you rather have your old job back? Would you rather be walking around in a three-piece suit and oxford shoes? Or wearing blue jeans and steel-toed shoes working in some factory?”
“No,” I said quickly. I ran my hands down my sides to the hem of my dress. “I like this,” I whispered. “Maybe you’re right. Maybe I am lucky to have the job I have.”
Kathy kissed me again. “You are,” she smiled. “And I’m lucky to have a friend like you to go out on the town with. Why don’t you go freshen up your makeup and we’ll go have some fun?”
Thirty minutes later, with fresh makeup in place, Kathy drove us to a Mexican restaurant/cantina. We both ordered salads, and Kathy got a pitcher of Margaritas. By the time the food arrived, I was on my second Margarita. “I think the waiter likes you,” Kathy whispered as we dug into the food. “He keeps sneaking looks at you when he walks by.”
I blushed. “I thought that was my imagination,” I told her.
“It’s not,” she said, refilling my glass, with the last of what was in the pitcher. “He’s really cute. You should flirt with him a little. You need the practice.”
When he came back to check on us, I accepted Kathy’s challenge. “Could I get some extra salad dressing, please?” I asked. “And maybe another pitcher?” He grinned and nodded, then ran off to fulfill my requests. When he brought them back, I reached out and grabbed his hand as he sat the pitcher down. “Thank you,” I said as sexily as I could. “You’re sweet.”
“You’re, you’re welcome,” he stammered.
“How long have you been working here?” I asked, still holding his hand.
“About a year,” he gulped.
“I bet you must meet a lot of women,” I sighed. I glanced at the hand I was still holding. “I don’t see a ring, so I guess you aren’t married?”
“No,” he gulped.
“Then you probably get a lot of action from the women you wait on,” I suggested.
“Actually, no,” he blushed.
“Really?” I gasped. “As good-looking as you are, I’d have thought that you’d be picking up a different woman here every night!”
“I, I’ve never done that,” he blushed even more.
“Not yet,” I smiled. “But, the night is young, right?”
“I, I guess so,” he stammered, clearly unsure of how to react. Before I could push it, a customer at a nearby table gestured for him. When he apologized, “I’d better go take care of that, sorry,” he almost sounded grateful for the interruption.
Kathy had already refilled my glass from the pitcher of Margaritas, so I took another healthy sip, adding to what was already a pretty good buzz. “How am I doing?” I asked her.
“Excellent,” she grinned. “But you need to keep up the pressure. Don’t back off and let him off the hook. Let’s see if you can reel a guy in.”
“Oh, I can reel him in,” I promised as the tequila started to take over my brain. “Just watch me.” I quickly drained another Margarita for extra courage, barely noticing that Kathy refilled it as soon as I sat the empty glass back on the table. Winking at her, I reached down and adjusted my hemline, pulling it up several inches toward my hips. “That should get some more interest,” I whispered to Kathy. I took a few bites of my salad and another gulp of Margarita. “These are really good,” I smiled, as Kathy again topped off my glass.
She smiled back. “Yeah, they are. I may need to order another pitcher.” We both giggled and toasted each other before taking another gulp.
When the waiter returned, his eyes bugged out and locked on my lap, confirming that my adjustment was working. “Can, can I get you anything else?” he managed to ask without making eye contact.
I didn’t have an answer ready, but a growing pressure in my bladder gave me an idea. “Could you show me where the restroom is?”
He pointed toward the opposite side of the room. “You need to go through that door to the bar, then turn left and go down the hall. Turn left again and it’s down the hall on the right.”
“Oh, my,” I sighed. “That sounds complicated, and I hate walking past a bar full of men. I don’t suppose you could escort me there, could you?” I looked up, giving what I hoped was a helpless look.
He finally took his eyes off of my legs long enough to see my pleading look and nodded. “Sure, I could do that,” he shrugged. “Sometimes guys at the bar do get a little crude.”
“Thank you! “ I gushed. “I was right, you really are sweet!” I rotated my legs away from the table and stood up, aware that the motion probably gave him a glance of my panties. As I stood, the effects of the tequila hit and I wobbled on my spike heels. He reached out and grabbed my arm, steadying me as my head spun. “Oh, my,” I murmured, “I guess I need to slow down on those Margaritas! I think it’s a good thing you’re helping me.” I put my free hand on his arm, holding on tightly for support as he led me through the dining area and past the bar. When we got to the end of the deserted hallway to the restroom door, I asked, “Will you wait for me?”
“Well,” he gulped, “I really should get back to my tables.”
I moved closer, brushing my chest against his. “Please?” I begged softly. When he didn’t instantly reply, I let go of his arm and moved my hands to his shoulders. “Pretty please?” I whispered, moving my face closer to his.
To my surprise, he reacted by putting his hand on my back, leaning forward and kissing me! I was even more surprised when my body reacted instinctively: my arms wrapped around his neck and I hungrily kissed him back, my lips parting slightly. His hands slid down my back to my ass as my tongue slicked over his lips. I heard myself moan with pleasure as his lips parted and his tongue met mine. When the kiss ended, I stared into his eyes, feeling both a sense of accomplishment at meeting Kathy’s challenge and an overwhelming burst of lust. It only took about two seconds for me to surrender to that lust: I ripped the restroom door open and pulled the waiter in behind me. Putting my back against the door, I wrapped my arms around his neck tightly and planted my mouth on his. He responded just as any other man in that situation would, gripping my ass and kissing me passionately. The kiss lasted nearly a minute, our tongues probing each other’s mouths. He pressed closer and I could feel his erection pressing against my body. “God, I want you,” he groaned. “You’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever met!”
I pulled one hand away from his neck and reached behind me, finding the lock on the door. I twisted it until it clicked, then moved it back to his neck and kissed him again. “I want you, too,” I whispered. His hands slid down my ass, past my hemline and then back up my legs under the dress to my panties. Even through the fog of the tequila, I knew that I needed to adjust his expectations. I grabbed his wrists, stopping his progress and whispered, “Not like that…I, I’m afraid it’s the wrong time of the month for us to be doing that here.” Disappointment filled his eyes, and I kissed him softly. “Don’t worry,” I promised. “I think you’ll like the alternative.” I turned our bodies so that his back was against the door, kissed him again, then slid down his body to my knees. He gasped as my hands moved to his belt and he realized what I was planning.
“We, we need to hurry,” he stammered.
“I can do that,” I smiled up at him, as I unbuckled his belt. It only took me a few seconds to get his pants and underwear down to his ankles and I attacked his hard cock eagerly, kissing and licking it a couple times before swallowing it entirely.
He groaned with pleasure as his balls met my chin. I bobbed up and down several times as he groaned, “Oh, God.” I swallowed his cock again and stroked his balls with my fingernails, feeling his body tense. I sucked gently and got just the result I expected: he closed his eyes, leaned back against the door and gasped as his cock exploded in my mouth. I happily swallowed his load and, when his dick stopped quivering I licked it clean, kissing his balls for good measure. I tugged his pants back up and let him take over fastening them as I struggled to my feet.
“That was nice,” I sighed. “Thank you.”
“Are you kidding?” he grinned. “Thank you! Wow! That was amazing!”
I beamed at the compliment. “I’m glad you liked it. Now, I really do need to use that toilet. Maybe you should wait outside.” He grinned and nodded, then unlocked the door and left.
After I emptied my bladder, I went out to find him dutifully waiting for me. I wrapped my arm around his waist and he put his hand back on my ass. “Next time, I want you inside me,” I whispered, lighting up his face. He walked me back to the table where Kathy was waiting. She looked at me, asking the question with her eyes and I responded by winking and licking my lips.
“Well, I’m glad you finally made it back,” she teased. “I was about to send out a search party!”
“Sorry,” I blushed. “I didn’t mean to make you wait.”
“No problem,” she giggled softly. “Anyhow, I guess we’re ready to go.” She looked over at the waiter and asked, “Could we have our bill now?”
“Don’t worry about it,” he smiled. “It’s on me.”
“Ohhhhhh,” I gushed. “You really are the sweetest waiter I’ve ever had!” I winked at him, making sure he got the double meaning.
“And you’re the best customer I’ve ever had,” he smiled, winking back at me.
When we got back to the car, Kathy asked, “Did I understand that right? Did you really blow him?”
I leaned toward her and replied, “What do you think?” making sure to exhale so that she could smell the cum on my breath.
“I think you’re a delightfully naughty girl!” she giggled. “So, how do you feel?”
“Wonderful,” I sighed. “It’s so amazing knowing that I can have just about any guy I want, any time I want, anywhere I want! There’s only one problem—now I’m unbelievably horny!”
“Well,” she grinned as we pulled out of the parking lot, “what do want to do about that?”
I thought for several seconds before answering. “I can’t believe I’m about to say this,” I said slowly, “and a few weeks ago I’d have thought I never would say it, but…..” I paused and took a deep breath. “I really need fucked. Do you think Steve might want to do me tonight?”
Kathy turned and looked at me, eyes wide. “Wow!” she said. “I didn’t expect that! Well, I guess there’s only one way to find out.” She pulled her phone from her purse and handed it to me.
I dialed Steve’s number, and when he answered, I said, “Hi, Steve, it’s Suzy. Are you busy?” When he said he was just sitting around watching a baseball game, I took a breath and plunged ahead. “Any chance I could get you to pass up the rest of the game and fuck me instead?” He quickly agreed and I told him that Kathy and I were on our way home from dinner and suggested he come over to the house in a half hour or so. After he agreed without hesitation, we hung up and I told Kathy, “Well, looks like I’m going to get what I need.”
She patted my thigh and grinned. “Well, if anyone ever deserved to get fucked, it’s you, darling.”
When we got home, I hurried upstairs to get ready. After brushing my teeth and gargling to get rid of the scent of the waiter’s cum, I peeled off my dress and pantyhose and changed into a bustier and matching panties that Kathy had bought me. I clipped black stockings to the garters, put on my highest, spikiest heels and then added a sheer black “jacket”. When I looked into the mirror, my first thought was “Now that’s a bitch who wants fucked!”
I heard the doorbell and hurried down the stairs. Kathy got to the door first and she and Steve were waiting when I got down the stairs. “Jesus!” Steve gasped, “that’s hot!”
“Thank you,” I grinned, turning to give him a 360-degree view. “I’m glad you like it.”
“I’m really going to like taking it off of you,” he grinned as he took my hand and pulled me close to him.
“Mmmmmm,” I purred, “that sounds so nice!” I looked up into his eyes as his arms moved around me. When they found my ass and pulled me closer, I got the same feeling I had experienced outside the door of the restroom earlier. Not knowing how Steve would react, I slowly moved my face closer to his. When he didn’t resist, I tentatively touched my lips to his. The feeling was electric, and he reacted by moving one hand to the back of my head and pressing, grinding my lips into his. I threw my arms around his neck and parted my lips eagerly surrendering to him. He released my head and used both hands to caress my body while we kissed passionately. When the kiss finally ended, I whimpered, “God, I need your cock so much! Please fuck me.” To my surprise, he wrapped his arms around my waist and lifted me off the floor. I instinctively wrapped my legs around his waist and kissed him again. He carried me up the stairs in that position, not stopping until we got to the bedroom. When my feet were on the floor again, he carefully peeled off the sheer jacked and tossed it aside. We kissed again before I started tearing frantically at his clothes. When he was naked, he lifted me onto the bed and pulled my panties down my legs. I self-consciously put my hands over my erection, and he reacted by pulling them away and moving them over my head as he climbed between my legs. He managed to reach the pocket of his pants, which were laying on the bed and pulled out a condom. I watched as he slipped it on, anticipation mounting in my body. I saw Kathy walk into the room and silently move to the foot of the bed, where she pulled out her phone and started recording the action as Steve moved his hands to my legs. He stroked them gently, sending a shiver through my body, then lifted my knees and moved closer. I arched my back slightly, giving him better access and then gasped softly as I felt his cock pressing into me. “Ohhhhhh,” I heard myself moan. “Ohhhh, yesssss!” Steve slowly worked his way into me, making eye contact the entire time. I wrapped my arms around his neck again and pulled him closer, urging him on until he was completely inside me. He lowered himself onto me and our lips met again. He kissed me passionately while his hips started moving, sliding his cock in and out of my ass. The feeling was unbelievable—as he tenderly worked in and out of my ass, kissing me the entire time, I thought, “He’s not just fucking me, he’s making love to me! This is what it feels like to be a woman and have a man make love to you!”
It only took a few minutes for him to make me cum, but that wasn’t enough for him. He continued to fuck me, gradually increasing the tempo and the force until, about 20 minutes after he started, he groaned and gasped, “I can’t hold back any longer!” He plunged deep inside of me and I felt his cock jerking wildly through his orgasm. When it ended he collapsed onto me. I hugged him tight and kissed his neck, whispering, “Thank you, thank you. That was amazing.”
He rolled off of me, gasping for breath and smiled, “Damn, you’re a great fuck.”
“Thank you,” I smiled again, “but, I think I can get better if you’ll help me practice.”
“Don’t offer if you don’t mean it,” he cautioned.
I responded by kissing him and running my hand over his limp dick. “I mean it,” I said softly. “I want you to teach me how to fuck even better. Would you do that?”
“Oh, hell yeah,” he grinned.
“Careful,” I said, taking my turn to issue the warning, “it might take a lot of practice. Who knows how many times you might need to fuck me before I perfect it?”
“You mean the way you’ve perfected sucking cock?” he asked with a grin. “That didn’t take long, so I get the feeling you’re a fast learner…or just a damn natural talent.”
I suddenly realized that his dick was responding to my stroking and was getting hard again. “Oh, my,” I whispered, “what do we have here? Is somebody looking for another piece of ass?”
“I don’t want to wear it out,” he smiled, “maybe I should fuck that sexy mouth of yours instead.”
“Now that sounds like fun,” I purred, “if it’s what you want.”
He answered by rolling over and straddling my chest. I pulled the used condom off and tossed it aside, then pulled him to my lips. Within seconds, he took control, moving my arms under his legs so that I couldn’t move and started to literally fuck my face. As he plunged in and out of my throat, I felt my body responding. “Oh, God, I’m getting hard again,” I realized.
Even though it only took Steve a couple of minutes to orgasm into my mouth, when he dismounted, I was completely hard, a fact that he quickly noticed. “Damn,” he laughed, “is that one of your cute little stiffies?”
“I think it is,” I heard Kathy say. “You know a month ago I’d have been shocked at the idea of my husband getting a second erection in a week, let alone in one fuck session, but with Suzy, it doesn’t surprise me at all. The more cock she gets, the more she wants, so of course having you fuck her mouth is enough to get her all worked up again. In a way, she’s lucky—at least that tiny little boner is easy to hide. She could put on her tiniest bikini panties and cover that thing up” Both Steve and Kathy laughed at my obvious embarrassment before Kathy continued, “Of course, putting on a pair of sexy panties will probably only excite her more, so that won’t solve the problem, will it, Suzy?”
“Probably not,” I admitted.
“So what’s your plan on how to get rid of it?” she asked.
“I, I don’t have one,” I said meekly. “I doubt that Steve is going to be able to fuck me again right now, so that’s out. I guess I’ll just ignore it and it will go away eventually.”
Kathy’s eyes sparkled as she jumped on my comment. “So your first choice would be to get fucked again? Is that what you’re saying?”
I nodded. “Of course. Isn’t that your first choice when you’re horny?”
“It is,” she smiled. “I’m just a little surprised that you feel the same way. You’re adjusting to life as a woman faster than I can keep track of.”
“Is that bad?” I asked.
“Oh, God, no!” she exclaimed. “It’s fantastic! I’m thrilled that you’re learning to accept yourself and I love it. It’s just that you keep surprising me, with how well and how fast you’re doing it.”
A thought occurred to me and I turned to Steve. “Can I ask you something?” I said.
“Sure,” he nodded.
I took a deep breath. “Does it, does it bother you to see me like this?”
“You know,” I explained, “with an erection. I mean, I know you’re 100% straight, and it’s one thing to fuck me or let me blow you when I look all feminine. But, does it bother you to see me hard?”
“Not really,” he smiled. “I guess maybe if you had a real dick, but that tiny thing is barely noticeable anyway. It’s really more of a clit than a cock, so it’s literally no big deal.” He laughed at his own joke, then continued, “Besides, the way you fuck and suck and the way you rock those miniskirts? There’s no way I can see you as anything other than a woman.”
Because it was still relatively early, we decided to go watch some TV. I pulled my panties back on, but didn’t bother with a skirt or blouse over my bustier. Steve, on the other hand, stayed naked, letting Kathy and me both enjoy the sight of his cock. After picking up some drinks in the kitchen, we went to the living room, where Kathy took a seat in a chair, commenting “You two lovebirds can have the sofa.”
Following her suggestion, I sat next to Steve, who put his arm around my shoulders and pulled me close. I curled my legs up under me and leaned in, eventually resting my head on his shoulder. When he finished his beer, his hand moved to my thigh, gently stroking and squeezing it. Once again, a jolt of excitement ran through my body—the fact that I was curled up, cuddling with Steve, enjoying the afterglow of sex reminded me of just how feminine I had become. “This feels so nice,” I said softly. “Thank you both for giving me this experience.”
Steve turned his face toward me and kissed my forehead. “You deserve it,” he smiled. “You’re an amazing woman.”
I almost shook as his words registered. I had become used to his complimenting my sexual talents, but this was something different, something better: he thought I was an amazing woman! “He really is thinking of me as a woman!” I celebrated silently. “Wow!”
We had been watching television for about an hour when Steve’s hand started creeping higher on my thigh. My body started tingling again, and when he moved past the top of my stocking to my bare skin, I moaned softly. In response, he kissed my forehead again, and I responded to that in what seemed to be a completely natural way: I snuggled closer and kissed his neck. He gave my shoulder a squeeze and smiled, encouraging me. In return, I slid my hand onto his naked thigh. I was prepared to jerk it back if he reacted badly, but when he didn’t, I relaxed. Slowly, my hand made its way up his leg and then moved to his still limp dick. I wrapped my fingers around it, not really expecting it to stiffen, but just to enjoy the feel of holding him. Steve offered no resistance, so I held on for a few minutes, enjoying the sensation. When he kissed my forehead yet again, I shifted my weight, moving my hand slightly and a soft “Mmmmmm” escaped his lips. I moved my hand a little more and he inhaled sharply. I glanced up, at his face and saw him smiling at the television. I sensed a change and looked down; to my surprise, his cock was starting to stiffen again! I moved my hand some more, slowly stroking up and down the growing rod, fascinated by the sight of it coming back to life. “Do you want to fuck me again?” I whispered in his ear.
“I don’t know if I have the strength for that,” he grinned, “but a blowjob would sure feel good right now.”
I smiled back at him. “You’re right,” I sighed, “it would.” I slid down onto the sofa, moving my head to his lap and started kissing and licking his half-hard cock.
Within seconds, he was fully erect for the third time in a matter of hours and I started sucking him in earnest.
He reached down and brushed the hair out of my eyes. “Take it easy,” he said. “ Let’s make this last a while.” I nodded and slowed down, keeping his cock in my mouth, but minimizing my bobbing and sucking gently. “That’s better,” he sighed. “I really like that. Do you think you could just do that until this movie is over?” I nodded slightly and he grinned. “Perfect,” he encouraged. Only then did I glance at the clock and realize that the movie was less than halfway through. That meant I was going to be sucking his cock for over an hour! I’ve never been one to duck a challenge, and I certainly wasn’t about to duck this one, so I settled in, stretching out on the couch with my head in his lap, my lips wrapped around his dick. For the first 20 minutes or so, I had to fight the urge to suck him to orgasm, but, as I resisted, I gained control of my desires and settled into the task at hand. In fact, after a few more minutes, I actually started to appreciate the pleasure of lying there with his cock in my mouth, fondling his balls, watching the movie. When it finally ended, Steve stroked my face and asked, “How are you doing down there, Suzy?”
“Wonderful,” I purred. “I can’t believe you stayed hard all that time. I’m impressed.”
He grinned. “I’m the one who’s impressed. It takes a very special talent to keep a man hard that long. I don’t know many women who could do that.”
“Thank you,” I blushed. “Do you want me to keep going like this? I will if you want me to.”
“I know you would,” he smiled. “But is that what you want?”
I shook my head. “No. I mean, I like this, I really do. But I want you to cum. I want to feel you spurting in my mouth. I want to taste your sperm and know that I made you feel good enough to explode.”
He laughed. “See? That’s just another thing that makes you special. Most women resist having a man cum in their mouth. The good cocksuckers accept it as part of the experience. But, you, you want it. You look forward to it. Hell, sometimes I think you enjoy it as much as I do.”
“I think I do,” I said softly. “I love it. I love the way it feels when your cock is getting tense and then jerking and twitching. I love the way it feels when that nice hot cum is spurting off the roof of my mouth and coating my tongue. And, God, I love the way it tastes! I love the way it fills my senses.” I looked up at him and paused. “And most of all, I love the way it feels knowing that I gave you so much pleasure, that I can do this so well…that I can do this as well as any other woman.”
“Well,” he said, “you’re wrong about that part. You don’t do this as well as any other woman.”
“I, I don’t,” I asked, disappointed.
“No,” he said, smiling. “You do it way better than any other woman. You’re a much better cocksucker than any other woman I’ve ever known. Even Kathy can’t compete with you in that. Hell, you may be the best cocksucker in the world.”
A rush of pride ran through me. “Thank you,” I smiled. “You have no idea how good that makes me feel.” He laughed and I realized how silly that sounded. I shrugged. “I’m sorry, I know that sounds awful and stupid. I mean, how can I get excited about being told that I’m a great cocksucker? But, I do. I mean it, it makes me feel so special to hear that!”
“I’m glad,” he said. “But, right now, I’d like to make you feel special by filling your mouth with cum. Is that OK?” I grinned and nodded. “Then shut up and suck my cock,” he said. I dove back into his lap, happily inhaling his erection. With the restriction lifted, I intended to get him off as quickly as possible. Apparently, he had the same desire, because he met my mouth by thrusting his hips up. I moaned with pleasure, and within seconds, I heard him matching those moans with his own. Less than 2 minutes after I pulled him back between my lips, I felt the twitching and jerking I had just described, followed by the pleasure of his balls emptying onto my tongue. As I savored the feelings and taste, I felt one more sensation that I hadn’t counted on: my own dick spurting into my panties.
When Steve’s orgasm subsided, and I had all the cum licked off his soft cock, he pulled it from my lips. I looked up and smiled weakly. “Oh, God, that was so good,” I whispered. “Thank you.”
“Did you really like it?” he asked.
I couldn’t help blushing and giggling softly. “It made me cum, too,” I confessed, “so, yeah, I guess I really liked it.”
He shook his head. “I don’t think I’ve ever known a woman who could cum just from sucking cock,” he said, “at least not until now.” He glanced at his watch. “Well, it’s getting late. I should probably get going.”
“Do you have to?” I asked. “Couldn’t you spend the night here?”
“Would you like that?” he asked.
“I’d love it,” I said. “Please spend the night with me.”
He glanced briefly at Kathy, who smiled back at him. “Sure,” he grinned, “why not?”
Twenty minutes later, I had changed panties, cleaned myself up, brushed my teeth and was curled up in bed with my head on Steve’s chest. I ran my hand over his limp dick and spent balls. “If you get horny again during the night, don’t be afraid to wake me,” I told him. “I’ll be happy to take care of it.”
He laughed. “Jesus, girl, you already made me cum three times! What do you want from me?”
“Four?” I giggled.
He laughed. “See me in the morning. Until then, let me get some sleep and build up my strength!”