The next chapter of the weirdest dream I've ever had
I lay in bed, watching Andrew sleep and thinking how cute he looks. Now, I’m not one of those people with a fetish for watching people slumber, it’s just that since I became fully female I’ve never needed any more than 6 to 6 and a half hours of sleep and I don’t want to disturb him, especially as he’ll have to get up in about an hour so he can go back to his own room and get ready for his 12 hour shift.
Well, hello again! You must either really like my story or are just curious as to what happens to me this time. For those of you who haven’t read the first two chapters, I’m Charlotte, Charley for short. I used to be a man, but I got turned into a much younger biological woman by accident, about which my old self was not happy. I was taken to the company responsible’s institute, told I could change back and spent the intervening time doing a lot of masturba... exploration of my new body. I was then informed that there were complications changing me back, old self got very angry, which worsened when I was told I’m now stuck in female form as my DNA had stabilised. Basically, if I try to turn back now I’ll explode (literally). I lost a mental battle to my former self who then snuck my new body out of the institute and got me raped, on purpose I might add, as a way to punish my psyche and my body. Prior to allowing me to resume control, he convinced me that it was my fault to the point that I refused to believe otherwise. I acted like a lunatic because of it, had have hypnotherapy to get free of it and also to get rid of my old self so I could survive and flourish. I was bought a house, I’m being given lots of money, though I can’t tell anyone in the media what happened. I then went on a series of excursions outside of the institute, designed to acclimatise me to being in the world as a woman, I was with a guy who was just supposed to chaperone me. Unfortunately (or fortunately depending how you look at it) I inadvertently gave him a major hard on our first night out resulting in him masturbating over me back in his room, just as I masturbated over how he looked in a tuxedo. After a few more trips out I realised I’d fallen in love with him, he’d also fell in love with me. I gave him an unintentional eyeful of my body under a very see through nightie and ended up purposefully teasing him whilst getting dressed, trying to get him to make his move. I found out I’m lousy at pub sports and bowling, he bought me a ridiculously huge teddy bear and protected me from a drunk asshole. I made it abundantly clear I wanted to be with him romantically, I kissed him, he kissed me and we slept together for the first time last night (aaaaaaaand breathe!). Did I forget anything? Oh yeah, 90 percent of the buttons on his shirt are all over the floor of my room along with both his clothes and mine. So now you’re kinda caught up, let’s carry on, shall we?
I watch him sleep, the rise and fall of his muscular chest steady and alluring. My heart flutters as I gaze at him. “Mmmmm... Charley...” he murmurs, “just like that... that dress... mansion... no panties?...”
I gasp, using my hand to stifle a giggle. “he’s thinking about our first night out,” I think to myself “and adding a few details by the sounds of it.” I notice the large tent in the bedsheets, realising he has ‘morning wood’. I glance at the clock and note that he’s got to be up in five minutes anyway, so what the hell, huh? I giggle to myself “let’s give him something real to dream about.”
I slip under the sheets and position myself between his legs, staring at his hard cock. Taking it in my hand, I stroke it a few times, watching as a little pre-cum escapes the slit, scooping it up gently with my finger and licking it off. “Mmmmm... more!” I think to myself and I take his cockhead into my mouth, sucking on it and twirling my tongue around the glans. I take it deeper, sliding my lips further down his shaft and starting to bob my head, sucking and licking him as I inch it farther in. I feel him stir but I carry on, deepthroating his manhood and letting my throat twitch around it. He raises the sheets, still a little groggy, and smiles down at me cheekily. “and what are we up to, missy?” he asks with a grin. I pull my mouth off him long enough to say “just having some breakfast.” before engulfing the head, sucking hard and teasing it with my tongue.
“keep that up and it’ll soon be delivered.” He says with a groan of pleasure. I start taking him deeper and suck him harder. I barely hear his warning moan as, a few minutes later, he explodes in my mouth and throat but I manage to swallow virtually his entire load, only pulling away from his cock when he’s fully spent, scooping up a little bit that managed to escape from the side of my mouth with my finger and sucking it off, before crawling up his body until I can kiss him deeply.
“Good morning, Darling.” I say when we finally break the kiss.
“Good morning Gorgeous,” he smiles warmly at me “how was breakfast?”
“Mmmmm... yummy!” I exclaim happily, leaning down to kiss him again. He reaches up and starts to caress my breasts, I can feel his cock stirring back to life beneath me.
“Maybe I should get some breakfast of my own...” he starts to say, leaning up and moving his mouth towards my left nipple.
“Sorry, babe...” I rest my hand on his chest, stopping him “you’ve currently got... 50 minutes to make it back to your room and get ready for your shift. Not enough time to have that kind of fun.”
He sighs heavily “Can we at least shower together?” he asks with hopeful eyes.
“Of course we can,” I say with a mischievous smile “but just a shower, no funny business Mister.”
I climb off him and get out of bed, heading to the bathroom, I hear a loud wolf whistle from behind me.
“Boy! Would you look at that!” he exclaims loudly and I turn in the doorway and see him staring at my ass.
“48 minutes, lover...” I tease, heading into the shower and turning it on, letting the warm water run over my curves. I feel a strong pair of arms encircle my waist from behind and a semi-hard cock nudging my ass cheek. Turning, I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him lovingly, feeling his hands slip down to my ass cheeks and squeezing them. He breaks the kiss, gazing into my eyes.
“Couldn’t we quickly...” he begins, I press my finger gently to his lips, silencing him.
“As much as I’d love that...” I say with a sigh “I don’t want you to get in trouble for being late.”
“I’ll probably be in trouble anyway,” he replies “last night wasn’t part of the assignment.”
I pull back a little, “You love me, don’t you?” I ask him.
“Like crazy!” he responds, pulling me close again.
“and I love you, they can’t have a go at you for making love to your girlfriend, can they.” I state with conviction.
“I guess not.”
“Good. Besides, I think it’s more likely they’ll give you a high five when they find out.”
He grins and pulls me in for another kiss before we wash each other’s bodies, taking great pleasure in teasing each other. Afterwards, I sit at my dressing table, drying my hair, my body wrapped in a silk robe as he puts his clothes on.
“How am I going to stand 12 hours away from you?” he says with a chuckle, buttoning the last two surviving buttons on his shirt and tucking it into his trousers.
“You’re in the entrance guardhouse today, aren’t you?” I ask and he nods in response. “I’ll come see you when I’m done with the therapist, how’s that?”
A huge, mischievous grin appears on his face, “Cum see me?”
“Oh, you...” I giggle getting up and giving him a playful swat on the arm. I lead him to the door, kissing him deeply before opening it to find that Sally is about to press the buzzer.
“Oh! Hello Andrew!” she says, a little taken aback as he passes her. I let Sally walk in and I quickly grab Andrew, giving him a last kiss before sending him on his way with a smack to his ass. I lean against the doorframe and sigh contentedly as I watch him walk away, only turning to Sally after he looks back before disappearing around a corner.
“Oh my God!” she exclaims in a happy yet disbelieving way as I close the door. “did you two...? Have you...? For real?” she sits on the edge of the bed, her hands clasped in front of her mouth as I return to the dresser and start brushing my hair. “C’mon Charley, spill the beans!”
I give her a sideways glance, “I don’t kiss and tell.” I say with a sly grin.
“Oh don’t be a cow!” she says with a smirk, “did you or didn’t you?”
“Moo!” I giggle, looking a little sheepish. “Yes, we did... but that’s all you’re getting out of me.”
She squeals happily, “so... was it a one off or are you guys...?”
“Sal!” I say with mock indignation, “you really think I’m a one and done type of girl?”
“So you two are! Some of the other girls will be so jealous!”
I turn in my chair to face her, “I’m pleased to say that you have the unenviable job of telling the girls that he is now off limits.”
“They’ll go nuts! We haven’t had an office romance here in ages! Is he good in bed?”
“Sally! I’m not telling.”
“Oh come on, Charley, you’ve got to give me something.”
I sigh, knowing she won’t back off until I do. “Okay...” I try to think of something to tell her that a man wouldn’t mind being common knowledge so much, “I don’t think I’m back to normal size yet... down there.” I look downwards with my eyes, hoping she gets the hint. She does.
“So he’s a big boy then?”
I look at her with a sly smile, saying nothing.
“Did he cum inside you?”
I baulk at the question, a little pissed. “That is none of your business!”
“So he did then!” she grins, victorious, “good job you’re on the pill.”
“I wouldn’t have let him if I wasn’t.” I say with incredulity (which, to be honest, is a total lie. I’m so besotted with him that I would happily bear him a football team, starting now, if he wanted).
“Should I buy a new hat?” she teases me, “help choose the ring?”
“It’s only been a few hours, Sal.” I laugh, applying a little make up “I don’t think we’re quite at that stage just yet.”
“Got you going, didn’t I?” she says with a mischievous grin.
“You can go off some people.” I mock, heading to the wardrobe and choosing a thin dress.
“that’s quite revealing...” she remarks, “is that for his benefit?”
I look back at her, smirking “maybe”
“No undies I notice...”
I scoff, getting pissed again “I haven’t chosen them yet! But for your gossip information, no, I will not be wearing any when I go to see him later. Satisfied?!”
“Whoa! Calm down girl, I was only teasing.”
“I’m sorry,” I tell her, looking a little forlorn “it’s just... this is all new to me, I’m not sure I want it all to be common knowledge yet. I’m not entirely sure what I’m supposed to do either, how I’m meant to act. You know?”
“Yeah, I’m sorry too,” she responds, getting up and giving me a hug, “I sometimes forget that, I just see you as one of the girls.”
“It’s funny, you’d think I’d have a clue considering my ‘insider knowledge’ but it feels so different. How do I act, Sal? Help me.” I beg, a pleading expression on my face.
“Easy, you tease him until he wants to tear your clothes off and make mad, passionate love to you... and then you let him.”
We both laugh heartily, Sally looks at her watch, still chuckling. “Now get your knickers on, you’ve got a meeting in 5 minutes.”
Today’s meeting is to set up my backstory, which is easy and quite cliché. Put simply, I was such a small baby that my mother didn’t know she was pregnant until she went into labour. I was snatched to order from the hospital and sold to a family in Inistioge, a small village in South Kilkenny, Ireland, where I grew up and lived until October of last year. I found out the truth when my “parents” were killed in an accident and had sold up to travel to England to find my birth family. Leon was the first I’d found and he was my 2nd oldest brother. He’d spent the last few months before his incident showing me around the city, the neighbouring towns and introducing me to my close family. If anyone asked why he never mentioned me or why I wasn’t at his birthday celebrations, etc, it was simple, I wasn’t ready for that yet.
They also took the opportunity to take the necessary photos to set up my passport and driving licence and to set up two birth certificates for me, one with my ‘adoptive’ Parents names on, the other with my real Parents, all done through their government links, with conditions of course.
To say the therapist was worse than Sally with her interrogation over Andrew would be putting it lightly, the session was more like the Spanish Inquisition than our usual, friendly chats and she had ways to make you reveal things that you’d rather not. I have to admit that I’m rather proud of myself for leaving her with less information than I had Sally, though it took some doing.
It didn’t take long for our romantic involvement to be well known in the institute, in fact, both CEOs had already known (though they didn’t pry, apart from asking if it was true and leaving it at that) and walking from the meeting to the therapist, I was stopped by about 20 people with the same question, followed by congratulations.
Nearing the guardhouse, I quickly slip off my panties and put them in my purse before walking in and wrapping my arms around Andrew’s neck, kissing him lovingly. It didn’t take him long to find out that I was going commando both upstairs and down, especially when the sun shone through my thin dress, revealing my body underneath.
“God, you’re going to get me in trouble!” He exclaims, his bulge already prominent.
“Just trying to give you a little reminder of what’s waiting for you...” I tease, lifting the front of my skirt and flashing my naked pussy at him. He pulls me close again and kisses me, taking the opportunity to quickly slip a couple of fingers inside me, making me gasp.
“Andy! We can’t! Not here!”
He breaks the kiss and chuckles, “I know...” sliding his fingers out, bringing them to his face and inhaling my scent. “that should keep me going... and horny.”
For the next hour I sit on the sofa, giving him playful flashes between visitors and phone calls, making small chitchat and plans to spend the day together for his day off tomorrow, as I don’t have any meetings or sessions to go to.
“So, we could just spend all day in bed...” I’m saying as the duty guard walks in making me blush profusely.
“Sounds like she’s got everything worked out, Andy,” He says with a grin and a wink. “wish my better half still wanted days like that.”
I blush even harder, trying to avoid eye contact.
“and how long have you been here, young miss?” he asks me, in a friendly but stern tone.
“About an hour, I think...” I reply sheepishly.
“Well, no offence intended, but I think it’s time you let him get on with his job. OK?”
I nod, getting up and walking towards Andrew, “can I at least give him a goodbye kiss?” I ask sweetly, fluttering my eyelashes innocently.
“Of course, just make it quick” he says jovially and turns his back to us, giving us some privacy.
I kiss Andrew deeply, he takes the chance to have a quick squeeze of my ass. “See you for lunch?” I ask him.
“Sure, I’ll come to your room, if that’s OK?”
“perfect!” I say happily, giving him one last quick flash of my pussy before his boss turns back and I walk out through the doorway.
As I walk away I hear Andy’s boss say “You lucky bastard!” to him before starting to discuss a large party of visitors due later that day.
Back in my room I spend my time choosing my outfits for the rest of the day. First, a silk, teal coloured dress to wear to dinner tonight, a lacy black bra and thong to go with it, putting them to one side and turning back to choose what I’ll wear for when Andrew arrives after his shift is over. Do I go for some sexy lingerie? A nice set involving stockings and suspenders to match the bra and panties... or should I go for the red, fairly see through teddy nightie...? Urgh! I hate these decisions! All I want is for him to ravish me all night long... “Sod it! Nightie it is!” I say to myself, “Though I may add that red silk thong just to give him something to take off.” I add.
Decision made I hang the dress and lingerie on a hanger, putting it on a hook inside the wardrobe door and neatly fold the nightie, hiding it and the silk thong under one of the pillows on my bed (don’t want him seeing them until it’s time). I strip off my dress and head to the shower, wanting to be nice and fresh when he arrives for lunch. As I wash my body, I think back to this morning and how I nearly gave in to having a little fun in the shower, all I’d thought about afterwards was him making me scream and claw the tiles as he pounds my pussy, water and soap splashing everywhere as he grips my hips and... “Whoa there girl!” I think to myself, “save it for when he’s here.” I trim my landing strip, wanting everything to be perfect and dry off, redressing and adding some make-up, especially some cherry red lipstick as it’s his favourite shade. A few minutes later, the intercom buzzes and I find Andrew grinning as I open the door.
“Great news!” he beams, stepping into the room and kissing me. “The boss said you can keep me company for a couple of hours whenever I’m on the gate.”
“How come?” I ask, beaming happily at the news and wrapping my arms around his neck.
“Apparently, all the visitors I let through this morning commented on how pleasant and professional I was, he put two and two together.”
I lead him further into the room, practically skipping (me, not him), then I notice something...
“Where’s your lunch? Are we going to the dining room instead?”
He grins mischievously and takes over, leading me to the bed and getting me to sit near the edge. “I have plans for that...” he kneels down and gently pushes my knees apart, spreading my legs, “good. No panties.”
I look at him curiously, “Andrew, what are you... oooooooooooooooh!” I gasp as he puts his head between my legs and starts to lick and suck on my pussy and clit, his tongue teasing my folds and twirling around my hard nub. I lay back on the bed as explores me further and sucks harder, adding a couple of fingers to the mix, teasing my g spot.
“Mmmmm Andy, that feels so good!” I gasp and writhe as my orgasm builds rapidly, little electric shocks of pleasure spreading through me. I groan loudly as he intensifies the pressure on my g spot with his fingertips and clamps his lips to my clit, humming and sending exquisite vibrations into my sensitive spot. I moan louder and louder, finally exploding with pleasure, my body shaking and quivering, I scream a deafening scream of pleasure, orgasmic bliss washing over me in wave after huge wave, his lips and fingers remaining in place throughout. I start to come down, expecting him to slide his hard cock inside me bit he continues eating me out, lapping my juices before bringing me to a second earth shattering orgasm. I clench my thighs on his head as he continues to push me to a third, forth and fifth orgasm. After half an hour and 8 orgasms I have to beg him to stop, my exhausted body unable to take any more. He kneels above me on the bed, kissing me passionately and letting me taste myself on his lips before quickly wiping off the juices I’ve squirted onto his uniform before it has chance to stain it. He pulls my limp form further up the bed and holds me close as I gradually recover, panting heavily and gazing at him with love and bliss filled eyes, my mind completely frazzled from the intense pleasure.
I have no idea how long its been, but I’m feeling woozy as my brain is still half fuzzy when I feel him kiss the top of my head, gently let go of me and climb off the bed, my eyes following his movements as he walks towards the door.
“No.... stay here....” I whine like a small child who’s been told it’s time to stop petting a cute puppy.
“Sorry, gorgeous,” he says, straightening his uniform, “I’ve got to go back to work.”
I ‘humph’ loudly, then hold my arms out to him from the bed. “I wanna cuddle...”
He chuckles and walks back, retrieving something from beside the bed. “I’m afraid you’ll have to settle for this.” He responds, lifting the huge teddy bear he bought me and offering it to me. I grab it and wrap myself around it, hugging it a little too hard. “Fine.” I pout.
He laughs again, leaning down and kissing me on the forehead, “get some sleep, babe,” he says before half turning away. “I’ll see you for dinner.”
“Oakies!” I respond, my eyelids already feeling heavy and starting to close, the last thing I hear as I drift off is him closing the door.
Some time later, a couple of hours maybe, I’m forced awake by the incessant buzzing of the intercom. I stretch and let go of the teddy, glad my mind has recovered. Walking to the door and opening it to see Sally watching a flurry of activity in the corridor.
“Charley! You’ll never believe...” she turns towards me and bursts out laughing.
“What?!” I say, confused as to what she’s finding so funny.
“Have you seen yourself?” she manages to say between giggles.
I walk to the full length mirror and start laughing myself. I look a right state, my hair looks like I’ve been pulled through a hedge backwards, my lovely dress is now crumpled down the right side and the make-up on that side of my face is smeared, making me look like a knock off version of a female Harvey Dent (the Batman villain Two Face for those of you that don’t know). I look at the teddy bear, the soft fur on the left side of his face is caked in make-up. Sighing, I sit at my dressing table and start to remove the make-up, beginning to look a bit more normal, Sally sits on the edge of the bed, still chuckling.
“So, what were you going to tell me?” I ask as I wipe the last of it away and start to brush my hair, wincing a little as I find numerous knots.
“Uh-uh!” she says, waving her finger, “if I’m going to tell you, you’ve gotta tell me how you ended up like that. I take it Andrew came for lunch.”
“Fine,” I think to myself, “but you’re going to work for it...”
“Andrew was here for lunch, I’m the one who came” I say cryptically.
“So he was already here?” she asks, puzzled.
“No, he was here for lunch, I was the one who CAME... think about it.” I say with a sly smile.
The thing about Sally is, she’s a very intelligent woman but she can get confused easily sometimes. This was one of those times.
“He was here... you came... what happened after that?”
“I fell asleep.”
“you did? Was that before or after Andy had lunch?”
“After.”
“So Andy had lunch and you fell asleep?” she looks perplexed. “what on earth did he eat?”
“Me.”
“You? He ate you...” The penny finally drops. “so Andy ate you out, you came and then fell asleep.”
“Bingo!” I point at her in a ‘you got it’ gesture. “he literally blew my mind, so I fell asleep cuddling Mr Snuggles there.” Pointing to the bear.
“Mr Snuggles?” she chuckles.
“You called one Chicken McFluff!”
“I was 6!”
“You said 21 when you were drunk.”
“Ok, you got me. How many times did you cum then?”
“8 that I can remember.”
“Niiiiiiice! That should keep the girls happy. Now, my news... Bridge is leaving.”
“Leaving? As in the company?”
“No, just the institute. They’re setting up a new one up north.”
“Doesn’t sound very spectacular, most companies expand.”
“Yeah, but it’s the circumstances that’s the interesting bit. You know Janice, his secretary...”
“Yeah,” I knew her a bit, we’d only actually spoken a few times. She was quite aloof and self important but had a body most women would kill for. “what about her?”
“pregnant,” she leans forward to whisper, like the walls have ears. “by him.”
“What? He’s married!”
“Not for much longer, his wife’s already started divorce proceedings, and it gets juicier... he’s denied being the father.”
“He hasn’t?!” I ask, shocked.
“Sure has, that’s why he’s leaving, to get away from her.”
“Leaving her to raise the kid on her own, more like.” I huff.
“Exactly, you were right not to like him much.”
“Speaking of the CEOs,” I start to say, looking at her with curiosity. “I owe you a medal.”
“What for?” she looks puzzled.
“Somehow they knew about Andy and I before I even got to the meeting, how did you manage that. Do you have some sort of psychic link?”
She laughs, shaking her head. “I can’t claim credit for that, it was one of the night guards.”
“How so?”
“He saw you guys walking to your room on the CCTV, then watched you kiss and practically fall into your room. He guessed what was going on and made some calls.”
“So the rumour about Andy and I getting it on was spreading as Andy and I were getting it on...”
“That’s about the gist of it.” She replies with a smirk.
“So why didn’t you say anything this morning?”
“It seemed to good to be true, I didn’t know it was until I got here.”
“Thanks for the heads up.” I say sarcastically.
“Now, about lunch again, tell me more...”
We gossip a little more, Sally eventually leaving for a meeting, allowing me to clean up and get ready for dinner with Andy.
I won’t go into dinner too much, suffice to say we turned a few heads and caused a few whispers amongst the others in the room. Nor will I say that much about after his shift, as besides the thong lasting less than 30 seconds, him eating me out and then making love to me against the wall (he didn’t even get undressed, just dropped his trousers and slid himself inside me he was that horny. In no way did I mind that at all.), the sex, when we made it to the bed, was pretty much the same as the previous night, just with the positions in a different order (I was OK this time when he went on top first, no flashback). The nightie did end up sailing onto the floor, though, as it was getting in his way when he wanted to suck and caress my breasts whilst I rode him.
That was pretty much our life for the next two weeks. We made love every chance we got, ate our meals together, I’d keep him company at the gate for a few hours and we’d accidentally ‘bump’ into each other when he was on patrol around the grounds, taking the few minutes he could spare (they were timed on how long it took to cover an area) sneaking a kiss and caress or making quick plans for his day off.
He had practically moved in with me, we never spent a night apart during that time and he would only return to his own room when he needed a fresh uniform or something, usually being teased by his roommates. With nothing else happening except Bridge leaving, the rumours about us were still rife and getting more and more intricate. One had us preparing for marriage, another that I was in the family way, I think my favourite was that we’d had a foursome with two of the other guards, both of them male and they had used every hole of my body in turn.
To say that some of the girls were extremely jealous would still be wide of the mark.
It was after one of our longer sessions, the night before his day off and during a nice post coital cuddle (where he insisted, as always, that he lay on the wet patch and I could feel his second large load seeping out of me) that it took an interesting turn, one that was lead to our relationship to new heights.
“Charley, can I ask you something?” he says, lovingly stroking my back as I rest my head on his chest.
“of course,” I respond, “what’s on your mind?”
“It’s actually more of a favour...” I feel a slight shiver of nerves go through him and immediately my mind assumes he’s going to ask if we can try anal, Not that I’m adverse to it, but I would like to take it slowly.
“C’mon, spill.” I tell him with a slight chuckle.
“Do you still have the dress you wore to the cocktail party at Bridge’s mansion?”
I have to admit to being a little surprised, but also curious.
"Yes, I have the whole outfit.” I reply “it had to be adjusted to fit me, so Sally said to keep it. Why?” (although I could already guess)
“Would you... could I... would you be willing to...”
“You want to know if I’ll wear it and let you fuck me in it.” I blurt out, a smile on my face.
He’s a bit taken aback, jumping a little in surprise at my bluntness.
“Yeah, how did you know?”
“It’s pretty obvious, I saw the way you kept looking at me that night, and the response.”
“Response?”
“You were harder than a punch from Mike Tyson, I couldn’t not see it.” I say with a mischievous giggle.
“Sorry,” he says with remorse “I didn’t mean for it to happen.”
“I’m glad it did.” I respond, giggling.
“You are?”
“Do you have any idea what it did to my ego? How it made me feel so desirable? just like what you did when you got back to your room that night...”
“You know I had a wa...” he stops himself saying the full word, turning red in the cheeks.
“You’re a red blooded male, of course you did. Besides, I have ‘insider information’, remember? I know the male mind.”
“You’re not mad I did, are you?”
“Don’t be silly,” I playfully slap his chest “that would be very hypocritical.”
“Hypocritical?” he asks, puzzled “how so?”
“Because I did the same over the sight of you in that tuxedo, silly.” I look up at him “I was so wet I’m surprised you couldn’t smell it!”
“Maybe that’s why I got so horny.” He smirks, squeezing me a little.
“Like you are now?”
“How did you guess?” he looks at me quizzically.
“Well, for one, you’re starting to tent the sheets...” I nod at the obvious lump caused by his growing erection “and two, your left hand has been gradually moving towards my breast for the last few minutes, a guaranteed sign.”
“OK, you got me,” he chuckles “so, back to the original question... can I?”
“On one condition...” I reply, a mischievous grin on my face. “you have to wear the tuxedo.”
We make love again, slowly this time as we’re both quite tired. For the first time, he cums before I do, however, feeling his seed hitting the inside of my pussy sets off my own, his moans and my cries of pleasure muffled by the fact we’re kissing deeply at the time. We fall asleep in each other’s arms, blissful smiles on our faces.
Another first, he wakes before I do, I later found out it was because he was excited over the thought of seeing me in that dress again. I wake to him performing cunnilingus on me, his tongue buried deep in my hole and teasing my g spot whilst his hands hold my ass at the perfect angle to get as deep as possible. Unlike him yesterday, I’m in too much pleasure to say anything except “aaaaaaaaaaaaaah!” as he brings me to a shuddering orgasm, I’m barely recovered before he climbs up my body and slides his hard cock inside me, fucking me to another release and filling me with his first cum load of the day.
“Now that’s how to start a day.” I grin up at him, kissing him lovingly as he leans down towards me. We lay there for a while, just kissing and caressing each other, his dick still buried inside me, cum leaks from between us. Eventually, he slips his semi-hard manhood from me and starts to get out of bed.
“I suppose if I’m going to see you in that dress again, I’d better get my tuxedo.” He says, about to retrieve his clothes from the floor. I get out of bed and walk over to him, wrapping my hand around his member.
“Shower first, hunk.” I say, leading him to it by his cock and turning the water on, slipping beneath it and wetting my hair. I soap up my hands and start to ‘clean’ his manhood, which basically means I stroke him back to full hardness. I turn and lean my hands against the wall, bending slightly and presenting my ass to him. He gets the hint and slides inside me, gripping my hips and thrusting deeply, his hands soon travelling up to cup and squeeze my breasts as I push back against him in time with his movements, pushing him deeper inside me. I soon orgasm, my pussy quivering around his shaft and making him fill me again with his warm seed. Finally pulling out, he starts to wash my body properly and I wash him in return.
Briefly going our separate ways, I set out the dress, gloves, shoes and jewellery before making a quick trip to the institute’s bar to get some champagne and fruit juice to make us some punch, just to help us get back into the memory of that night. I also try to remember the songs we danced to, setting up a playlist. Everything set, I start to get ready, teasing my hair into a rough approximation of how it looked that night, putting on the exact same make-up before slipping on the dress, shoes, jewellery and gloves. I give myself a once over in the mirror, not a perfect replica but pretty damn close!
The intercom buzzes, for some reason I feel a little nervous so I take a deep breath and open the door. I’m greeted by a huge bouquet of red roses, Andrew is hiding behind them. I giggle as I hear a few wolf whistles from ladies walking past in the corridor, Andy peeks out from behind the roses.
“Quick, get me inside before I get ravished!” he jokes, holding out the flowers to me. I take them and usher him inside.
“Come in here and get ravished!” I say, getting a little wet at the sight of him looking dashingly handsome and hunky in his tux. I nudge the door shut with my foot as I kiss him deeply, only breaking the kiss to hand him a glass of punch.
“Thank you, darling. I’ll put these in a vase whilst you get comfortable...” I nod at the already growing bulge in his trousers. He chuckles, adjusting himself and sipping at the punch.
“You take it as a compliment though.” He jokes, repeating my teasing words from the night of the party. I put the vase with the roses in on top of the unit below the TV, pride of place in the center and walk to Andy, accepting the glass of punch he offers me and sipping it.
“Shall we dance?” putting down my glass and switching on the first song with the remote control, a slow, sensual number starts to play as Andy takes me in his arms and we dance slowly in time with the music, our bodies pressed together. I can feel his bulge throbbing against me as we sway, I look at him, intending to make a saucy comment about it but find him staring at me in a strong, lustful way.
“Andy... are you O...” My words are cut off as he takes my face in his hands and kisses me, a raw, passion filled kiss that takes my breath away. A little shocked, my mind gives me two choices. Back off or go for it. I go with the latter, wrapping my arms around his neck and kissing him back with matching passion. As we deepen the kiss our hands start to explore each other’s bodies like it’s the first time, the caresses stronger though, full of need and desire. Our tongues dance together in our mouths and I let out little moans of want, encouraging him. His hand slips through the slit in my dress, travelling up my inner thigh in strong circles until he reaches my wetness, slipping two fingers inside me and finger fucking me, gradually going deeper, faster and harder. I break the kiss, my head falling back and I let out loud ‘Ah’s as his digits pump my sensitive hole , getting me wetter and wetter. He kisses my neck all over with ferocity, holding me tight in his arm as his fingers working their magic. I reach down, undoing his fly and taking out his throbbing cock, stroking it in time with his fingers and earning a hungry growl from his lips. My body explodes with bliss as an orgasm hits, I scream his name as he continues pumping his fingers through it until I half collapse against him, my legs shaking.
He puts his hands on my shoulders and gently but firmly pushes me onto my knees, telling me to suck him. Lost in a world of bliss and pure desire I take his cock into my mouth, sucking it with vigour and virtually taking it straight down my throat. I suck him hard and fast, moaning around his shaft and looking up at him with innocent eyes. He grips my head gently and starts to take over, throat fucking me hard and making my eyes water a little. I nod my head slightly, encouraging him to use my mouth and groaning as it slams into my throat. Gathering pace, he fucks my mouth with abandon, gripping my head tightly and pumping hard. I can feel his cock swell as his orgasm nears, preparing myself for his release. With a hard thrust he shoves himself into my throat, making me choke a little as he unloads straight into my gullet, I gulp it down with little whimpers of pleasure as he groans.
He pulls out of my mouth, his penis still rock hard and twitching, ready for more. Lifting me up onto the dressing table, he pushes my dress out of the way and grabs my ankles, opening my legs. He hooks my right leg over his shoulder so he can slip his cockhead into my entrance, looking at me for confirmation.
“Do it,” I tell him lustfully “fuck me.”
He starts to pump my pussy, fucking me hard, fast and deep, a look of pure lust on his face. I look wantonly at him as I cry out with pleasure, the power of his thrusting cock taking me to new heights of pleasure. I realise he’s become a raging sex monster... and I’m loving every second.
He pounds me harder and harder, gripping my hips for leverage and angling his body for maximum penetration. The ferocity of his movements shake the dressing table, half of my make up and perfumes falling over and dropping on the floor but I pay them no mind, solely focused on the intense pleasure this hard fucking is giving me. My head falls back over the side of the table and I scream again as another orgasm rips through my body, my body shaking uncontrollably as I squirt pussy juice over his crotch. He pulls out and lifts me, turning me around and making me lean over the table.
“Bend over, you bitch.” He says, smacking my ass hard and I squeal. I’m not hurt by his words as I know there is no real malice in them, he’s caught up in the moment and hungry for me. In fact, the only thing that annoys me is that he didn’t say ‘Sexy’ bitch.
He slips back inside me, gripping my hips and slamming into me even harder than before. I start to see stars in front of my eyes as he pounds me, seemingly without mercy, his grunts loud and full of effort and lust. I let out another long, loud scream of pleasure that sounds like many as his movements rock my body on the hard surface, changing the pitch. Thrusting harder, I can tell he’s close to cumming, his movements more urgent and his fingers digging into my flesh. With a sudden deep thrust, he starts to cum, filling me with a fresh load of semen that fills my womb and squirts from me as he slams his cock all the way in. The feeling is too much, my mind blanks as he triggers another, particularly strong orgasm within me, I claw the table as my body convulses, my mouth open in a silent scream as an insane feeling of pleasure smacks my body and mind like a train. As he shoots the last of his seed inside me, my head falls to the table (not hard) and I stare blankly, my brain numbed completely by orgasmic overload. I barely register him leaning on my back, panting heavily from exertion as his own orgasm subsides.
Coming to his senses, he leans up and looks at my motionless body, concern suddenly leaping in his mind.
“Oh shit!” he says with a tang of fear in his voice “Charley... babe... are you ok?”
In my mind I say “Yes, Darling.” But what actually comes out is “Yosh Darshung”, my eyes still dancing with stars and my mind completely frazzled. I don’t feel him pull out but I do feel him carry me to the bed, laying me down gently and stroking my head, half lying next to me.
“Come back to me, babe.” Hearing his words I try to respond, my mind telling me that I’m saying that I’m OK, for him not to worry, but what I actually say is complete gibberish.
It’s 20 minutes before I can speak straight, another 10 until I’m completely coherent. When I finally turn my head to look at him he starts to apologise profusely, saying he didn’t know what came over him, he’d always been gentle with me because of what happened to me, that he hadn’t meant to lose control and it would never happen again.
I raise my hand to his cheek, shushing him and smiling.
“You can fuck me like that anytime you like.” I tell him, pulling him down for a long, loving kiss.
After we break the kiss, he looks at me with a hint of disbelief, unsure how to process what I just told him.
“I can?” He asks cautiously.
“Yes,” I nod happily, “I needed that to happen.” I stroke his cheek gently, gazing at him with pure love.
“You did?” he still looks unsure and confused.
“I did,” I rise a little leaning on my left arm, my right hand still caressing his cheek. “until now, I’ve been erring on the cautious side, too scared to really test this body and find out it’s limits, just as you’ve been gentle with me over what I went through, but now... now I know... I know what I can take, how far I can push myself.” I hold his face with my hand, staring into his eyes with confident sincerity. “I don’t want you to hold back anymore. I want you to fuck me with all the fire and passion you feel. Can you do that for me?”
“For real?” he asks still unsure, I decide it might be best if I show him I mean it.
I rise, pushing him back onto the bed and kiss him hard and hungrily. I take his cock into my hand, stroking him quickly to fully erect, I straddle his lap and drop straight down his pulsing shaft, burying it inside my pussy. I ride him hard, unzipping my dress and letting it drop, my breasts bouncing wildly as I pound myself on him, groaning gutturally. I grab his hands and practically slam them on my tits, nodding encouragingly and riding him harder. He gets the idea, squeezing them hard and teasing my nipples as I take myself to ecstasy on his throbbing cock. I bounce crazily, my groans turning to screams as I start to cum, throwing my head back and juddering crazily, a loud long “Ah!” escapes my lips. I collapse forward, held up by his hands on my heaving bosom, panting hard I look down at him.
“Your turn,” I say breathlessly, “fuck me. Fuck me hard.”
He rolls us over, I reach up and hook my arms through my knees, pulling my legs wide open.
“Do it.” I tell him and he starts to thrust with vigour, slamming his hard meat inside me and mauling my tits as he pounds me mercilessly. My pants and cries match his loud grunts as he fucks me with pure passion, every fibre of his being straining to push us both to another orgasm. His grunts and thrusts quicken, his face twists as his orgasm hits, he roars triumphantly as we cum together, my quivering body milking his cock as I let out a loud cry of bliss. He collapses on top of me and I wrap my arms and legs around him, holding him tight and kissing his neck.
“Thank you,” I whisper in his ear. “that was incredible.”
After a rest, we take a shower. He can’t help but take me roughly from behind, the spray cascading over our bodies as he adds another three orgasms to my tally. With so much semen inside me already, his next cum load ends up squirting out from between us, getting washed away by the water. Once we’ve dried off we cuddle in bed, wrapped in the silk sheets and decide to have something to eat and regain our strength. I call in a favour from Sally, asking her to get something to go for us from the dining room. When she arrives, I open the door using a long towel clutched to my chest to cover my modesty as she breezes in, placing the food on the messy dressing table, along with an envelope and taking the chance to have a good gawp at Andy’s semi naked body (thankfully his lower half is covered).
“Thank you Sally,” I say, my voice hinting that it was time to go. “we’ll be fine from here.”
“I want details,” she whispers to me, slowly backing towards the door whilst still staring. “girly afternoon out tomorrow?”
“Aren’t you working?” I ask, a little impatient.
“Half day.” she tells me, still whispering.
“Fine, we’ll sort the details later.” I reply, ushering her towards the door whilst trying to hold the towel in place.
“That letter arrived for you earlier, Andy.” She calls out, straining to see past me as I guide her backwards towards the door. “And if she tries to complain of a headache, fuck her to orgasm. Endorphins are nature’s painkillers!”
“Sally! You cow!” I say with a laugh as I push her gently out of the room. “I’ll call you tonight, ok?”
She nods, excitedly, still trying to peek at him as I close the door. I turn and walk back towards the bed, chuckling to myself and see Andy stood, buck naked, reading the letter. He turns to me with a mixture of happiness and sadness on his face.
“What is it?” I ask, stopping by the edge of the dresser.
“My orders,” he replies, holding it out towards me. “We’ve got four weeks.”