Virtual Reality to My New Reality Part 12 By Melissa Huntington
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I covered Mike's lips with my own, kissing him hard until I pulled away, my happiness releasing itself in the tears that fell from my eyes. I turned my head into his chest as I cried, and when my tears dried, I turned my lips back toward his. We continued like that, passionate kisses interrupted by tears of joy, then finally our passion won out, and my hand moved down his torso until I cupped his balls, lifting and massaging them, before my hand began to move along his hardening shaft.
His hips rotated against my hand as my lips released his. A tiny smile crossed our faces as I shifted myself above Mike's body, moving my tits toward his lips. I kept on stroking his cock as I watched his eyes close as he tongue-bathed the full width of my nipples before he began to suck my breast into his mouth, his lips drawing its softness inside, then softly releasing it to stimulate my now-hard nipple. I kissed his forehead and released his cock before cupping both tits in my hands so I could offer them to his hungry passion.
Finally I moved my tits away, offering my mouth and tongue to him. Mike's left hand reached between my legs as he curled his middle finger inside me. I groaned my pleasure and reached again for his shaft, stroking it urgently now. Mike rose off the bed as I moved back into the pillows, my body sliding beneath his as he straddled my chest. I peered above me and caught a glimpse of his cock in the mirror as it moved toward my waiting mouth, but when it reached my lips, my gaze locked in to Mike's as his hand gripped the shaft and he fed his cock into my happy, hungry mouth.
Mike's eyes closed as I received him and I focused on his perfect taste and texture, the way the wide head fell off abruptly to his thick shaft as his flavor filled my senses. My hands cupped his ass cheeks as he began to thrust in and out, in and out, hypnotically fucking my mouth as I gratefully received his perfect cock. My moans grew louder as Mike's eyes opened and he reached behind himself to once again find my pussy with his fingers. His finger rotated against my wet clit, making my eyes and mouth open as he continued to move his cock in an out of my mouth.
Finally he withdrew and I reached for the base of his cock, holding it in place as I kissed the head, then looked up at his handsome face and mouthed the words "I love you" before I engulfed his cock again, this time moving my lips along the shaft as my tongue danced along the bottom of his hardness. I reached for his waist then, pulling him toward me, as we settled into a perfect rhythm of his gentle thrusts and my own forward motion to receive him.
Mike pulled away then, supporting his weight on what was left of the splintered headboard as he extended his legs alongside my own. He slipped his legs between mine as I spread my own. Before his cock slipped beyond my grasp, I reached for it again, stroking my saliva along his long thick shaft. As he lowered himself down on me our lips opened and our tongues met and withdrew, then met again. His midsection moved forward and his cock swung below him, touching my sex but not moving toward my opening.
His chest rose off of mine then and I moved against his hips, raising my thighs off the sheets as I gazed down at his manhood, moving my sex toward his. I looked up at Mike then, his powerful body looming above mine, his cock impossibly hard and pressing against me. This is what it means to be a woman. This is what a woman waits for, hopes for, lives for. A perfect man she loves, a perfect man who loves her, with a perfect cock poised to enter her. I had to complete the circle. I had to feel Mike's cock, guide him inside of me, feel him as he completes me.
I rose on my elbows and reached between my legs and held his cock at the base, moving the thick head along my wet slit. As it aligned with my opening, I pulled him slowly forward and gasped as I felt my lips split open around the wide head. My eyes closed even as I pulled his shaft forward as I gave myself to him, gasping as the head slipped all the way inside, my breath catching in my throat as he slowly, gently slid each glorious inch inside me. When he reached the very depths of my soul, we stared into each other's eyes. I held his cheeks in my hands.
"I love you so much, baby."
Mike kissed me then began to withdraw his cock, slowly, as I luxuriated in each wonderful inch. I was emotionally overloaded until Mike slammed the entire length back into me and began to fuck all sense out of me. All thoughts left me as I began to focus on nothing but his cock and what it was doing to me. I shifted backwards, pulling him more above me as he fucked me steadily. Before my eyes closed I saw our reflection in the mirror, his broad shoulders pinning me down, his hips thrusting into me as I gyrated beneath him.
I began to cum then, my pussy going into spasms as his cock kept fucking me, my body limp below him. He slowed down then but never stopped fucking me as I caught my breath. When my panting returned to normal, his arms slipped under my shoulders and lifted me off the bed, pulling me forward as he moved backwards. My arms went around his neck as I moved toward him. My legs draped over his, his cock stayed inside me as our legs entwined until we were straddling each other. I began to ground my pussy over his cock as his arms supported himself behind him. My arms held tight to his neck as I fucked him in short grinding motions, keeping his cock buried inside me.
His hands moved forward then and held the small of my back, supporting me so that he could resume his masterful fucking. My back was arched as his hips moved his cock in and out of me, and I watched my tits bounce in the mirror until once again I felt another orgasm building inside of me. My eyes shut tight as its crest was even stronger than the one before, and my thrashing slipped him out of me, leaving me spread-eagle on the bed, breathing hard. Through hazy eyes I saw his cock glistening with moisture in the morning light.
He moved forward then, mounting me one more time, this time pressing his cock between my tits. My hands cupped my tits together as he began to move between them, his long cock nearly disappearing except for the head, which I tongued and licked each time it poked out. I looked up at Mike.
"You like fucking my tits? I love it when you fuck my tits, baby. Please fuck them!"
He began to thrust quickly between my boobs until he shifted forward suddenly, as I hungrily engulfed him in my mouth. Our eyes were locked together now as he used short strokes to pleasure my mouth and his cock, his pace growing faster, his breath becoming shorter. He pulled out then as his cock jerked and his sweet nectar came pouring out of it, long ropes streaking my hair, then short bursts coating my cheeks and lips and tongue.
It tasted heavenly, and I gently slipped him into my mouth, desperate to capture every last drop of his cum, before I released him. He smiled down at me then helped to move the cum on my cheeks and forehead down toward my waiting lips, where I sucked his fingers clean.
Finally he settled beside me, his head on my shoulder and one leg over mine, his motionless hand against my left breast. I wanted to stay like this forever.
"Tell you what: I'll be your wife if you promise to make love to me like that for the rest of our lives."
"Deal."
He shifted beside me and I turned into his chest, sighing against him as my arm draped over his torso. He kissed my head and then shifted me off of him.
"I'm sorry baby I wish we could stay like this all day but I have to clean up and get to work."
"What? We're not going to spend the day together?"
"I told you I've got an important meeting today, a potential new client wants to see our operation and possibly hire us to do their phone sales. They are only in town today and this could be a major deal for us."
I pouted as he slipped out of our bed and walked toward the bathroom. I watched him as he stepped into the shower, then I let my disappointment slip away. Mike would be mine for the rest of our lives, I had to be understanding when things like this happen. By the time he stepped back out of the shower, I was smiling at him as I watched him towel off. I watched him stand at the sink as he spread shaving cream on his face, my eyes shifting between his cute butt and his handsome face looking at me in the reflection of the mirror.
When he was finished he came back into the bedroom and began to pick a suit, dress shirt, and tie from the closet. He looked back at me as he began to slip on his pants.
"You look deep in thought."
"Yeah, I was just thinking: I don't want you to fire Christian anymore. Its not his fault what happened, and in a weird way I am happy that it happened. Would you have asked me to marry you if we weren't forced to deal with the consequences of my night with Christian?"
"I don't know, Melissa, but I'm glad I did and I'm really glad you said yes. I want you to take my credit card and go get anything you want, a new dress, shoes, makeup, whatever, and when I get back tonight we will go out and celebrate."
"Ooh, you're going to spoil me rotten."
"Only for the rest of your life."
I laughed then, and shifted into a kneeling position on the bed. Mike was beginning to knot his tie, and I motioned to him that he should let me fix it. He stood before me and I began to slide the knot toward his neck before I suddenly started pulling it down and slipping it off of him. My hands were reaching for his shirt buttons when his hands caught mine and pulled them down to my side. I pouted at him.
"I'm serious Melissa, I have to get to work!"
I raised my hands toward his neck and rose up from the bed, moving up and forward, forcing Mike backward until I came down off of the bed, my arms tight around his neck, his arms catching me as my feet hit the floor. I pressed my naked body against his clothed one and sought out his lips. I felt his hands grip my ass and pull me into him. We stood there kissing until he pulled back, shaking his head in exasperation. He bent down and slipped his arm below my knees and lifted me off the ground.
"Getting in some practice for carrying me across the threshold?"
I laughed as he walked me toward the bed before gently setting me down. He kissed me and I reached for the zipper of his pants before he caught my hand again. He put it at my side and patted it.
"Enjoy your day, sweetheart. I'll leave my card on the kitchen counter, and I'll call you when I am ready to come home tonight."
I frowned and took a deep breath as he slipped out of our bedroom. A moment later I heard his voice.
"I love you!"
"I love you too, baby."
II
By the time I had eaten and showered, it was already 1 PM. Clad in a yellow sundress, I had only one thing in mind I wanted to charge to Mike's credit card. I didn't need new makeup, and I'd had a manicure and pedicure just the week before. And anyway, there was plenty of time to spend Mike's money. I had only one goal: I was off in search of the perfect sexy little black dress. Something new, and guaranteed to knock Mike's socks off.
Susan had taken me to this dress shop before, after my surgery, and I loved to browse there anytime. Today, I took a few choices into the dressing room, but I knew which one I was going to buy, just as long as it fit. When I stepped back into the main floor, I knew I had found the dress. I saw two women stop and stare at me, and three previously bored husbands also kept glancing over at me as I studied myself from every angle in the display mirror.
And why wouldn't they? The dress was made of a luxuriously soft stretch material, providing a glove-like fit. The strap around my neck held up a very deep, plunging V neckline which came down almost to the very bottom of my cleavage. The girls had never looked so good! The wide empire waist fit just below my chest, and the dress fell to just a few inches below my ass, finishing in a beautiful lace trim. Between my bare back, long legs and nearly exposed breasts, I was stunning from every possible angle, and I never felt so pretty or sexy before.
I brought my purchase to the front counter, and I smiled to myself as I saw the men who had been ogling me before now smiling or nodding. The clerk spoke.
"You look fabulous in that dress, Miss."
"Oh thank you! Can I charge it?"
I handed over Mike's card.
"Of course. Umm, this card says Mike Walters?"
"Oh, yeah. We just got married and we're still waiting for the updated card. I'm Melissa Walters."
"Of course, Mrs. Walters. Congratulations! I'll just need the billing zip code."
I gave it to her, and then paused before signing the credit card slip. It was a harmless fib but I loved the sound of what will be my new name, and I smiled as I signed my new name.
Next I went to my favorite shoe store and quickly settled on a pair of black Prada pumps, three inches high, with a silken bow and open-toe design.
When I got back to the condo it was after 3 PM, and I decided to start to get ready for our night out by taking a long bubble bath. I poured a glass of white wine for myself and turned on the water in the tub and watched as bubbles filled it up. Lifting my sundress over my head, I paused and studied myself in the mirror.
My hands on my hips, I started at my shoulders, where muscle tone had long since melted into a soft and feminine shape. My arms were long but also soft and smooth, with just a tiny bit of residual muscle. Then my eyes went down my chest to my now D-cup breasts. I turned to the right and left, studying them from every angle, cupping them and squeezing them, and pinching my nipples to make them hard. Fun bags really are fun for everyone, I thought.
My eyes continued to move downward as I watched my hips spread out from my waist, and I looked at the bare V between my legs. The focus of my existence: my pussy. I remembered how I cried after my surgery, and how I thrilled to my own exploration of my new body. Now I cried again, as I realized that as difficult as my transition was, it led me to Mike, the true love of my life.
I stuck out my hip and then turned and examined the curve of my ass. And I'm lucky he thinks I'm such a piece of ass, I thought. Finally my eyes drifted down the long expanse of my legs, so shapely and sexy. I turned and wiggled my ass as I stepped into the bath.
I slid down into the water, enjoying the silky feel and heavenly scent of it. I took a sip of wine and closed my eyes and soon my hands were moving along my legs, slipping between them and touching myself, as I moaned softly. My hand reached up and cupped one breast, then the other, then slipped below the water to explore the folds of my sex. Soon I was breathing hard, but as much as I craved release, it didn't feel right. I stopped, and finished my wine as I enjoyed the silky warmth of the bath.
I got out of the tub and toweled myself dry, then I went to a handbag I had left at Mike's before and found what I needed. It had been a gag gift from Susan. After Dana deflowered me, I had a cold streak. Despite my best efforts, few men were paying attention to me when Susan and I went out, and so Susan had given me a six inch plastic dildo, "to get you through those lonely nights." She said she picked out the size specially for me, because not all men were nearly as big or Bill or Dana, and I should get used to an average-sized cock.
I'd laughed good naturedly, but now I had a use for Susan's gift. I had a stand-in for Mike, now I just needed him. I dialed the office line and hit the speakerphone button. "Hi baby!"
"Melissa! I just finished up my meeting, I've got a couple of things to do and then I'll be on my way. Did you have a good time shopping?"
"Uh huh. And now I've had a bubble bath and I can't seem to get you out of my mind. What are you wearing?"
"Melissa, you're insatiable."
"Only with you, baby. I'm naked – what are you wearing?"
"Baby, I don't have time for this, don't you want me home soon so we can go out and celebrate?"
"I'm touching myself, Mike. Do you see me playing with my tits? You love my tits don't you?"
Mike exhaled before he finally spoke.
"You know I do, Melissa. I love your big soft beautiful tits. Do you feel my hand stroking them?"
"Oh yeah baby, I love how your strong hands cup and squeeze and fondle my tits. Please suck on them now."
"Allright Melissa, do you feel my warm breath on your tits? Do you feel my lips sucking your tits? Now I'm flicking my tongue over your hard nipples. Does that feel good baby?"
"Oh god yes, don't stop ... please don't stop."
My right hand fondled my left breast while my left hand moved between my legs.
"Now its my turn."
I held the plastic cock in my hand as I continued.
"I'm reaching for your cock, baby. I'm touching it through your pants, its so big and I can feel it getting bigger. Do you like when I stroke your cock, baby?"
Mike let out a tiny moan to signal his assent.
"I'm pulling down your zipper baby and pulling out your hard cock. Its so big in my hand. Can you see my hands around your cock, baby?"
"Oh god yes, keep stroking my cock."
"I love stroking your cock and feeling it grow in my hand, baby. Your cock is getting so big and hard."
My hand moved up and down on the dildo as I spoke.
"Do you want me to suck your cock baby? Do you want to feel my soft lips around your yummy cock? Tell me you want my hot mouth on your cock."
"Please suck my cock. I love how your lips feel around my cock. No one sucks dick like you do."
"You don't have to ask me twice."
I brought the dildo to my lips and narrated as I began to fellate it.
"I'm starting at your balls, baby, I'm licking them and holding them, and now my tongue is gliding along the underside of your shaft. Can you feel my tongue on your cock?"
I was moaning around the dildo as I heard Mike croak out a "yes."
"Do you want to feel my hot sexy mouth around your cock? Will you fuck me if I suck your cock?"
"Yes, I'll fuck you now please suck my cock!"
I slipped the dildo in and out of my mouth, making sure to make loud smacking sounds each time I released it so Mike could hear. My other hand was diddling myself and my eyes closed, lost in the fantasy I had created.
"I want you inside me now, Mike. Do you want to fuck my sweet pussy? Are you ready to fuck me long and hard? Will you make me cum?"
"Yes!"
I moved the fake penis between my legs and began to press it into my pussy.
"I'm guiding your cock into my cunt, baby. Can you feel my hand pulling you inside me?"
"God yes, I'm going to start fucking you now. I'm going to fuck you long and slow and I'm going to make you cum hard."
"Please fuck me like that, Mike!"
I was moaning loudly now and as I worked the dildo in and out of myself, I felt a wave of pleasure start to wash over me.
"Oh god I'm cumming baby, keep fucking me just like that!"
"Yeah baby cum on my cock. Make it wet!"
Mike's voice pushed me over the edge and I came hard, still moving the dildo in and out of me as I coated it with my juices. My breath was returning to normal as I looked over at the phone and caught sight of the clock. 4:30 PM.
"Thank you, baby! Gotta finish getting ready, hurry home, OK?"
"You're going to leave me like this, Melissa? You know what kind of hard-on I've got right now? If someone comes into my office I won't be able to stand up and shake their hand. We've been engaged less than a day and you're already giving me blue balls? You're going to pay for this."
"Ooh, I can't wait! See you soon honey!"
I hung up the phone and slipped back into the bath to clean up again. When I finished, I toweled off again and sat down at the vanity to get myself ready. I pulled my hair back and examined my face. The feminization surgery had worked so well, the forehead contouring and brow lift, the implants that created my high cheekbones, the nose job that gave me that tiny uplift from the base to the tip. Taken together, it had made me pretty enough to catch the attention of Dana, and now Mike, and I'd come to think of myself not just as "OK" or "sort of pretty" but as a truly beautiful woman, idiosyncratic in her beauty but beautiful nonetheless.
I thought back to my childhood, and the many, many times I sat and watched my mother put on her own makeup. Did she ever think it was strange, her six year old son watching her so carefully? Did she have her doubts about her son? She always indulged me. Is it possible that at the age of six, I knew I was meant to wear makeup and naturally wanted to learn from my own mom, as young girls do?
What would she say now? She was raised to believe that marriage vows ended in death, what would she think of her own son, married once in a suit, and now sitting at her own vanity, filled with thoughts of her own white wedding dress?
No, it was better this way, better that cancer had taken her three years before, when her only complaint was that Susan and I hadn't given her a grandchild. I knew only my sister Julie would have accepted me, and a drunk-driver took her only a year after Mom's passing, leaving me with no immediate family. It was part of the reason why I was ready to accept Susan and Bill's help - the knowledge that there would be no awkward conversations with family. The only ones left were my brother-in-law, who had cheated on Julie throughout their marriage and was divorcing her at the time of her death, and my step-father, who was really just the old guy who married Mom long after my own father died. I'd hardly spoken to either one in years.
I sat before the mirror and pushed those thoughts out of my head. Maybe I did learn some makeup techniques by osmosis, but Susan was my teacher, and she taught me well. I started with my foundation, applying it carefully and smoothly to make my skin tone consistent and even.
Next I turned to my eyes. When I first practiced with Susan, she accused me of having dabbled in eye makeup before, but I promised her I'd only smeared on red lipstick, so she decided I was just a natural, always meant to wear eye makeup, just never getting the chance until now. And it was true, I loved blending colors together and making my eyes pop like a Vogue cover girl. I started with my black eyeliner pencil, then applied eye shadow, starting with a beautiful dark midnight blue, blending it together with a silvery grey and finishing with a tiny hint of white. The colors blended perfectly and looked beautiful. Several coats of mascara provided the final touch and when I was done, I smiled at my reflection.
Next I picked out a deep shade of red lipstick and liberally applied it, starting from the center of my top lip out, then coating the bottom lip. I wanted a little shine so I added some clear lip gloss. Then I found the apple of my cheek just as Susan taught me, and using a light touch, applied a tiny bit of powder blush.
Finished, I began to brush out my long blonde hair before I slipped on silver earrings. I stood up and slipped my new dress off of the hanger. I stepped into it and lifted and stretched the bottom over my bare derriere, then pulled the upper half up over the girls and slipped the strap over my neck. I slipped my hand inside each side of the dress to settle the girls into place, then slipped on a silver choker. A couple of silver rings completed my jewelry and I stepped over to the bed to slip on my new shoes.
I stood before the full length mirror and smiled. My hair and makeup were perfect, and I loved the combination of the way the short dress accented the effect of the shoes on my already long legs. My legs looked like they went on forever, and I loved how sexy they were. The girls were firm and almost proud to be on display, and my bare back only accented the sexiness of the entire outfit.
I looked and felt like Cinderella, if Cinderella dressed at Sluts R Us. Just then the doorbell rang. My prince had arrived.
III
I wanted to run to the door but my heels wouldn't let me. I opened it and was greeted by Mike's crooked grin, which quickly widened into an open-mouthed stare as he took me in.
"Be careful you don't drool, honey."
Mike closed his mouth and smiled at me.
"You look incredible baby, just incredible."
I smiled back at him and my hands went toward his neck. He caught one of them and lifted it up, and I twirled around so he could see my bare back before his arm wrapped around my waist and held me sideways against him. He kissed me, softly, which I returned. Then he motioned toward the drive where a white stretch limo idled.
"Your chariot awaits, my love."
I smiled at Mike as he slipped my hand inside his arm and walked me to the car. The driver offered his hand as I slipped inside the limo, where I found an ice bucket with a bottle of champagne. Mike slipped in behind me and spoke.
"We've got reservations at Daniel's in thirty minutes, but first you're going to have to take care of something for me."
"What's that, darling?"
"These blue balls you gave me this afternoon. Hope you can fix your makeup afterwards."
I grinned at Mike as he began to remove his suit jacket and loosened his tie. He pushed the button on the intercom before speaking.
"Driver, we're just going to enjoy the champagne. Could you pull into a parking lot please? We'll let you know when we're ready to go to the restaurant."
"Yes, sir."
My hands reached for the buttons at the bottom of Mike's shirt, spreading it out to reveal his hard abs as he unbuttoned it from the top. I traced my finger nail along the length of his long shaft jutting off to the right, then did the same with my lips and tongue. He reached for his belt and unbuttoned his trousers and as I pulled his pants down his muscular legs, I felt the limo come to a stop. Mike was on the seat while I sat on the floor.
My head moved down to inspect what I had used with callous disregard before, and I found a wide circular stain around the head of his cock where copious pre-cum must have leaked before. I kissed the stain, tasting its faint saltiness, before I pulled his briefs down and freed his cock from its constraints. I inspected his ball sac like a jeweler examines a diamond.
"Funny, they don't look blue!"
I carefully began to kiss his balls all over, gently and sweetly, before I spoke again.
"I'm sorry balls, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."
I resumed my kisses, this time mixing in soft licks.
"Can you ever forgive me?"
Now I began to swab his balls with the flat expanse of my tongue before engulfing each one in my mouth. His entire ball sac was sopping wet with my saliva when I stopped again.
"Feeling better boys? Good."
I gave the center of his nut sac a final kiss, then smiled up at my lover. His eyes opened then and he returned my smile before I curled my tongue around the base of his shaft and began to slowly tongue every glorious inch of his manhood. When I reached the head I vibrated my tongue along the sensitive underside while my hands cupped and massaged his balls. His cock was pointed straight up now, and my mouth paused at the head.
"Would you like me to suck your cock like Ginger Lynn?"
I encircled my thumb and forefinger under the head, then my lips chased my fingers down the shaft, before reversing course and sliding back up to the head. Then I started at the base with quick sideways licks up the shaft before I paused at the head to really stimulate him. A moan escaped Mike's throat.
"Or how about Lili Marlene?"
I took great long licks of the shaft then before I engulfed his cock and took most of it down my throat before I slid back up, releasing him with a smile.
"Or maybe Tiffany Minx?"
I slipped the head of his cock into my mouth, curling my tongue along the side and over the head. When I released him, I blew saliva bubbles at the head then spread it down the shaft. He smiled at me.
"You are such a bad girl."
"Oh you want a bad girl? How about Jeanna Fine then?"
I slipped his cock back into my mouth and started taking each inch deeper and deeper inside my throat, until it had disappeared all the way down my throat. His pubes tickled my nose and I parted my lips just a bit to slip my tongue out to caress the shaft. Then I slid back up the shaft and smiled again.
"So which one do you like the best?"
"I love the way Melissa sucks my cock."
"Good answer."
I began to paw and pull at his heavy balls, holding them and tugging them, dragging my nails so gently through them. Then I began to coat his shaft with my saliva before I took it in both hands. My fingers interlocked, I gripped the shaft tightly while my thumbnails moved in circles around his hardness. He groaned loudly then and I slipped the top half of his cock into my mouth, sucking up and down to the top of my hands. Then I began to stroke him with my interlocked hands, spreading the saliva from my lips down to the bottom of his shaft.
Now I kept his shaft in my tight grip, stroking him insistently while my tongue explored the wide head. His moans were getting louder as I released my hands from his cock and reached below his shaft to lift his heavy balls upward. I slipped his cock back in my mouth and this time on each down stroke I flicked my tongue at his ball sac before gliding my lips back up the shaft.
His hands had pulled my hair away, and now he interlocked his own fingers on top of my head, pushing my head down on his meat as he began to thrust upward into my mouth. I loved the sensation and began to passively submit to the face fucking he needed.
Suddenly he pulled my head down and held it there, thrusting upward as he emptied his balls into my mouth. His hot sperm hit the back of my throat and filled my mouth and in that position I couldn't swallow, I could only receive and release his nectar back over his cock, until his thrusting subsided and his hands released my head.
He took a loud breath as I dove into his crotch to clean and lick up every ounce of his cum, loudly licking and slurping it into my mouth and greedily swallowing what I found. When I finished, I sat up next to him on the car seat, as he reached for the intercom button.
"All right driver, we're ready to go to the restaurant."
I put my hand on his and spoke.
"Wait a minute, driver."
"You think you're going to get away with that, get me all hot and bothered and then make me wait all night to get your cock inside me?"
"You're always thinking about cock anyway, Melissa."
"Only your cock, darlin'."
I reached down to his slick member and began to stroke him. Mike gripped my wrist and moved my hand off of him.
"That's bullshit. Were you thinking of your boyfriend's cock when you put that dress on in the store? How many men leered at you then? Too many women think they can get away with being a cock-tease, and then when they've treated men to the show of their lives, can't believe the men might turn into single-minded beasts. I am so sick of women who say "just because she dressed provocatively doesn't mean she was asking for it." Its bullshit, its the only thing she asked for and the only thing she thought about when she put on those clothes."
Mike's eyes were cold and hard. What made him change this way?
"I only dress this way to please my boyfriend. I want to look pretty for him."
"Pretty? You look like a fucking cock-addicted whore. So I ask you, lady, what were you thinking when you tried on that dress? Did you think about how pretty you'd look or did you think about all of the hard-ons you'd inspire? Because you sure inspired my hard-on when you stepped out of that dressing room with your tits on display, practically naked that dress is so tight. What were you thinking about, lady? Dressing for your boyfriend or to inspire every cock you see to get stiff at the mere sight of you?
Look at it! Its getting hard now, and that's how you want it, isn't it? You want that cock to get big and hard, but you think you don't have to deal with the consequences. But you're going to deal with them now."
Now I knew where Mike was headed, and I was excited at the prospect.
"Please mister, don't hurt me, I'll do anything you want."
"You're damn right you'll do anything I want! Tell my cock you dress like this to please it. Tell it you want men's cocks to grow hard at the sight of you. Tell it!"
I stared at his stirring cock and did as I was told.
"Thank you cock for getting so big and hard. I love to inspire big hard-ons by dressing like a slut. I wish I could please every man who sees me and wants to fuck me."
After Dana deflowered me, I began to have fantasies of being taken, forcibly. Wasn't this a common female fantasy? Susan assured me it was. She said, you've experienced what its like as a woman to be taken, to submit to a man, to give yourself to him. If you're truly submissive, inspiring a stranger to force himself upon you is just the ultimate expression of your female nature. Now Mike was giving me a taste of what I'd only fantasized about before.
Satisfied that I had admitted my true motivation for dressing as I did, now Mike wanted to see what my dress hid. He started to paw at it, pulling roughly at the straps until they tore away, and the material peeled downward, slipping down until my nipple was exposed. My breath caught in my throat at his sudden movement as his hands grabbed both side of the dress and tugged it further down. I heard another rip as his strong hands pulled the material over my hips, and another seam gave way to his rough treatment.
He tugged the dress down past my naked crotch and snorted.
"Gone commando, just like a good slut should. You were hoping all along that someone would do this to you, didn't you?"
"Please mister, don't hurt me."
"I won't hurt you. But I will give you the cock you desperately want."
Mike slipped his hands under my ass, pulling me off of the car seat. My shoulders lay against the seat as my ass landed on the floor. He quickly mounted me, holding his cock in front of my mouth.
"Open!"
I obeyed, my eyes closing as my lips closed around his cock, grateful and happy as he began to fuck my mouth.
"You put on that red lipstick to make men think about how hot your little mouth would be if they let you suck their cocks, don't you?"
I tried to say `yes' but he kept fucking my mouth. My hand moved to my crotch and I began to touch myself.
"Getting your mouth fucked turns you on doesn't it?"
He pulled his cock out of my mouth and I shouted my answer.
"Yes, I love having my mouth ..."
He shoved his cock back inside my mouth before I could finish. I slipped a finger inside me, fucking myself with the same speed he fucked my mouth. When he pulled out I gasped for breath.
"What does a good slut say?"
"Thank you cock for fucking my mouth."
"You ready to get fucked in that hot little pussy of yours?"
"Yes!"
"Tell the cock."
"Please fuck me! Split me open with your big cock and fuck the hell out of me!"
"Why do you dress sexy?"
"To please the cock!"
His hands gripped under my shoulders and roughly lifted me onto the back bench of the limo. My legs moved apart, desperate to get him inside of me. He used his fingers to spread me apart as he pressed his cock into me. I gasped as he entered me and began to moan as he started to fuck me mercilessly.
"Your boyfriend's not the only one who taps this hot pussy, is he? No, you'll spread your legs for anyone. Won't you?"
"Yes oh god yes I love cock!"
"You love any cock as long as its fucking you!"
"YES!"
His hands gripped my hips, pulling me onto his unstoppable cock as he thrust deeply inside me, over and over again until I felt my orgasm start to build..
"Oh my god I'm going to cum on your cock, don't stop, please don't stop ..."
But he pulled out of me and denied me my release, leaving me gasping and trembling in frustration.
"Sluts don't cum before I do. Now come and sit on my cock and fuck yourself like a good whore."
Mike lay next to me, his cock reaching toward the roof of the limo, and roughly pushed me off of the car seat.
"First show me that hot ass of yours. Wiggle your ass like you do to make men's cocks hard."
I moved toward the center of the limo, bent over at the waist, and began to sway and gyrate my hips and ass.
"That's a good girl. Now come and fuck the cock."
I backed up toward him, slipped my legs around his, and impaled myself on him. Still bent at the waist, I moved my ass up and down on his cock as we both began to moan.
He gripped my leg then and flipped me off of him, leaving me on my knees and facing the car seat. He swiftly moved behind me, sliding his cock back inside and fucking me deep and hard as I was pressed into the car seat. He gripped my elbows and raised me up, holding me in place as he pounded his cock in and out of me.
His breath was growing choppy, and finally he withdrew, pulling me upright so that he could resume the position we'd started in. But he wouldn't let me taste him again.
"You want to inspire jack-off sessions the way you dress, don't you? You want men to jerk themselves off after seeing your hot ass sashay across the street. Well I'm going to jerk-off, but its going to be all over you. Tell the cock how much you love it."
"Thank you cock for growing hard at the sight of my body. I'm sorry for being a cock-tease. Thank you for letting me taste you and for fucking me so hard. I wish every man would take me the way you did. Please cum all over me."
As I spoke, I finger-fucked myself hard as Mike's hand expertly stroked himself. Soon his eyes were closing and an instant after his first cum rope hit my chest, my own orgasm surged through me. My breath caught in my chest as I felt only his cum hitting my body and my own cum flowing out of me.
It felt like minutes before I caught my breath and when I did, Mike was sitting on the car floor alongside me, his warm soft eyes looking into my own.
"That was incredible, baby."
"I love it when you take control of me like that. I love you so much."
We kissed tenderly, and then we both looked around the inside of the limo. Mike's clothes were strewn about, and my dress, torn in two places, had ended up in the middle of the limo.
"Well even if they'd honor our reservation, I don't think we can walk in to a nice restaurant like this."
I laughed and agreed.
"How about the drive-thru?"
"Sounds good to me!"
Mike pressed the button on the intercom and spoke.
"Driver, there's been a slight change of plans. Drive us to the nearest hamburger joint and order us two cheeseburgers, fries, and two diet sodas. Do you want anything?"
"No thank you sir. There's a McDonald's just around the corner."
"Great thank you."
We sat and cuddled on the back seat until the car came to a halt and we realized we were at the drive-thru. Suddenly I had an idea.
"Give me your suit jacket. I'm going to give the poor kid a thrill he'll never forget."
I slipped on Mike's jacket and buttoned one button. It barely fell into my lap and was so large that it splayed open, displaying my tits even better than my dress did. I sat down at the door as we pulled up to the pickup window. I lowered the window and reached out with my left hand for the bag of food. Then I leaned forward and smiled at the teenager.
"Could I get some extra napkins please?"
Mike's cum streaked my tits as I smiled at the young man as he handed over a wad of napkins.
"Thanks."
As the car moved ahead, I heard the boy exclaim as Mike and I began to laugh.
"Did you see that fucking chick? George, you gotta rewind the security video! Holy shit what a pair of tits on her! And I think she just jerked off her boyfriend all over them!"
We inhaled our food quickly, and then Mike said he had an idea too. He directed the driver to take us to another drive-thru. This time Mike spoke into the clown's head.
"Umm yeah, we just got our order but there's a mistake?"
A young woman's voice responded.
"OK, pull around and we'll get it straightened out."
Mike took my place by the window and patted the seat next to him.
"Remember that old commercial? Just follow my lead."
I kneeled by his side and slipped his cock inside my mouth, my hair spilling over his lap.
Mike lowered the window and spoke.
"Pardon me ..."
I slid his cock out of my mouth and finished for him.
"do you have any Grey Poupon?"
We both smiled at the shocked expression on the young girl's face, and as Mike raised the window, we heard her exclaim.
"Oh my god, did you see that? He was getting head and his cock was gigantic!"
We both were still laughing as the limo pulled back into traffic. Then I turned serious.
"You're bad! You know that little stunt could be construed as sexual assault."
"You should talk, flashing the poor teenager just trying to do his minimum-wage job."
"Yeah but the law still protects innocent young women and assumes that young men can't be damaged. You traumatized that girl!"
"Oh bullshit. I just opened her mind to a world of possibilities."
"No, what you did is spoil her for every man she ever meets."
"That I'll buy."
"Seriously, that poor girl could sleep with a hundred men and she may always wonder whether it would be better with a cock like the one she saw today."
We laughed together again, my hand resting in his. I reached down and slid my free hand under his shaft, softly cupping his balls.
"I'm still hungry. How about some dessert?"
"Still insatiable, Melissa."
"No, I'm talking about ice cream. Is there a Dairy Queen nearby?"
I flipped the switch and asked the driver.
"Yes ma'am I believe there is one a couple of miles away. They don't have a drive thru though. What shall I get?"
"We'd like a plain vanilla Blizzard, large, two spoons, and tell them we want to buy a can of their whipped cream and get about six ounces of hot fudge in a cup. And lots and lots of napkins. Thank you!"
In a few minutes the driver was back and this time Mike slipped his pants on while I retreated to the front of the limo, out of the driver's sight.
When Mike raised the window, I reached for his pants, tugging at the waist and pulling him off of the seat. I pulled the pants past his feet and threw it back on the bench. I spoke.
"Now its time for dessert."
First I opened the top off of the Blizzard, dipped the spoon inside, and slipped it into his mouth. He did the same, feeding his spoonful to me, and I tasted the yummy treat. Then I took another spoonful and tilted his head back. I pursed his lips together with my free hand, and spread the ice cream along his thin lips. His tongue slipped out and I covered his mouth with my own, licking the ice cream off his lips before kissing him again. A tiny bit dribbled down his cheek and I turned his face so that I could lick it off of him.
Mike stuck his spoon in the cup again and dribbled the ice cream onto my tits, twirling it with his tongue before spreading it around my boobs before he licked it off of me. He took another bite and then engulfed my nipple with his cold mouth, making me shiver and my nipple hard.
I dug out another bite and moved it around Mike's face and then his chest before slipping it into my own mouth. With about half of the Blizzard gone, it was time to get down to business. I slid down Mike's body until I was alongside his crotch. I set the cup down and slipped his cock inside my mouth, luxuriating in the taste of his manhood and my lingering scent. He grew rapidly in my mouth until I released him and he stood tall. I reached for the cup again, and now I dabbed bits of the treat around the base of his cock before I licked and slurped the ice cream into my mouth. He sighed his contentment.
Next I took another spoonful and turned the spoon over onto each testicle, watching as they withdrew at the sudden temperature change. I licked and tongued the sticky ice cream off of him, then gently took each ball into my warm mouth.
"Oh yeah baby that feels so good."
"Mmm, it tastes so good too."
I reached now for the cup of hot fudge, which was still quite warm. With such delicate skin, I figured I should test the temperature first, so I took a bit on my fingernail and let it slide off onto the head of his cock. He moaned and I knew he wanted more. I cleaned the fudge off the head of his cock, then squeezed the cup to create a spout. I poured the hot fudge over the head of his cock before I engulfed his cock spreading the hot fudge down his shaft before my lips glided back to the tip, released him, and began to lick up the stray bits of fudge as if his cock were a lollypop.
"Oh yeah baby that feels so good, the warm fudge and your hot mouth. Don't stop."
I poured more hot fudge over the head of his cock and watched it dribble down the sides, then I quickly inhaled a spoonful of ice cream. My suddenly cold mouth met his warm cock and a high pitched "oooooh" sound escaped his lips. I glided my lips up and down his shaft several times, then poured some more hot fudge over his cock. This time I slipped some ice cream onto the tip of my tongue and I engulged his head with my mouth, flicking the cold sensation directly along the sensitive bottom of the head. Mike's head snapped up as I did this, then his eyes closed again and he moaned loudly as his head lay back down.
Now I slipped his cock into my mouth, luxuriating in the taste and the texture, his moans filling my ears. His hands reached down to hold my head but I moved them off of me and placed them at his sides. There was only a little bit of ice cream left and it was rapidly melting. I poured the cup out onto his cock, triggering another high-pitched "oooh" and as his cock seemed to melt before me, I poured most of the hot fudge over him too. My mouth followed as his moans filled the car, the taste of ice cream, fudge and manhood filling my senses.
I worked his cock over for a long time, first keeping him hard and then starting a steady bobbing motion, up and down on his shaft. His hands moved back toward my head and now I allowed them to stay, as he pulled my hair away and began to thrust his cock upward. My knees were growing tired though and so I motioned that he should stretch out on the back seat, my feast laid out for me.
"There's one more treat to enjoy."
I said as I reached for the can of whipped cream. Shaking it, I put a dab on each nipple before twirling my tongue through it then lightly nibbling on it as he squirmed below me. Then I moved down his torso, back to his wondrous cock. I sprayed a dab on each ball and on the head, and again luxuriated in the sweet/musky unique flavor of manhood and sweet cream.
Now Mike moved to take the can away from me, and he sprayed out two little dabs on my nipples before he bent forward to lick and suck them off. I took the can back then and sprayed more whipped cream on my tits, spreading it around and between my boobs.
Then I sprayed his shaft with more whipped cream and quickly wrapped my tits around it as I moved my soft flesh, made slick with the cream, against his enormous hardness. He thrust against my tits, raising the head toward my lips where my tongue curled along it, slipping bits of whipped cream into my mouth.
Mike sat up now and I knew what he wanted to do. I leaned back in the seat and pulled apart my breasts so he could coat them again with whipped cream. Then he started to thrust and slide his very slippery cock between my tits until it would slip out and he would bounce the shaft against my nipples before bringing it back to my soft cleavage.
He pulled his cock out from between my tits and dabbed some whipped cream on the head. Then he moved the can toward my lips and placed a dab on my tongue before I engulfed his cock, sliding the messy shaft deep into my mouth and throat. I massaged his balls from below as he began to thrust into my mouth again, moving faster and faster, the whipped cream forgotten as I moaned around his cock and he grunted his pleasure.
As his body tensed up, I slipped him out of my mouth and reached for the hot fudge cup as my other hand slid up and down the shaft. He began to stroke himself and in a moment he released a huge load into the hot fudge, covering the bottom of the cup. I suckled his cock for a moment as the last few spurts fell on my tongue, then I reached for the spoon.
I mixed up the two sweet liquids and lifted a spoonful to my lips.
"Mmmm, delicious! It's the best dessert I've ever had."
Mike collapsed alongside in me the car, totally spent.
"You're incredible Melissa ... just ... in-fucking credible."
"Hmm, just wait until I'm your wife and can really give myself to you."
"You're going to kill me someday, you know that?"
"Are you ready to go home now?"
We looked at each other, then around the limo. There were splotches on the carpet and seat where ice cream, hot fudge and sweat had mixed together. I had whipped cream in my hair as well as all over my chest and face. Mike's crotch was a gooey mess but I set about to clean him up as best as I could. He licked the remaining whipped cream off of my chest and we had just enough napkins to clean our faces.
When we pulled into the drive again, Mike was dressed in his pants and shirt and I was wearing his suit jacket, but this time every button was fastened and I held it tight around myself. The driver opened the door and helped me out. I carried my shoes and my dress, and when Mike stepped out of the limo, he peeled off five hundred dollar bills.
"This is for you my good man, for your excellent service, discretion, and uh, any extra cleaning that might be necessary. Thanks again."
My prince held his arm out and walked me inside. When we reached the door, I turned to him and spoke.
"Oh, I almost forgot. I spoke to Faith today. They're coming for dinner on Friday, and I got in touch with Susan and we're having lunch together on Wednesday. I've got to ask my wife for a divorce!"