Virtual Reality to My New Reality Part 15 By Melissa Huntington
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"Don't worry about it, Faith, its fine. Just get better, and we'll see you when we see you. There will be plenty of salesmen for you to blow when you get here. If you feel better by tonight call me on my cell, otherwise just tell me when we can expect you. OK. Bye."
I checked my makeup and then slipped my negligee over my black lace baby-doll and headed toward the Closer's Lounge to dispense the morning's bonuses . As I opened the office door, I glanced down the hallway, past the Closer's Lounge, and saw Jeff, who smiled at me.
I gave him a tight-lipped nod. He wasn't a salesman, in fact his office door said IT Support. But the last time I had a software conflict on my PC, I ended up fixing the problem myself, with no help from him. And I'd started to notice something strange.
If I came out of my office and headed toward the Closer's Lounge, Jeff was always heading down the hallway to his office. And every time I finished, there was Jeff, coming out of that office as I was slipping into my own.
I stopped at the door to the Closer's Lounge, and watched as Jeff hurriedly slipped inside his office. I stuck my head inside the door to find two salesmen sitting on one of the sectionals. I smiled at them before I spoke.
"Congratulations guys but we're going to get started in a little while. Sit tight I'll be back in fifteen minutes."
I stepped back into the hallway and slipped behind my office door. In a moment I heard footsteps cross in front of the door and fade in the direction of the main office.
Once again, Jeff was mirroring my actions and I wanted to know why. I slipped down the hallway to his office. The door was closed but the latch had caught on the door frame and the door was slightly ajar. I pushed it open and walked into the IT Support office.
It was a small room, really a storage closet converted to an office after I had returned to Walters Travel. There was lots of equipment but only one PC with an oversized monitor on the desk. The screen appeared to be divided into four video feeds – and every single one was a different camera angle inside the Closer's Lounge. I watched as one of the salesmen started picking his nose.
I hit the print-screen button, grabbed the page off of the printer and slipped back out of the office. In a moment I was at Mike's desk.
"Hi honey, where is Faith?" "I was going to come in here to let you know that she isn't feeling well and won't be in today, but there's something more important to discuss. You know, that IT guy you hired isn't very good at it, I had to fix my PC last week when he couldn't figure out the problem. And I kept wondering why he keeps heading into his office whenever I go to the Lounge, and comes back out whenever I am done. So ... well ... I did some snooping. What the fuck is this?"
I handed him the page in my hand.
"Security footage."
"Security footage? Security footage my ass. Why are the only feeds coming from the Closer's Lounge?"
"You must have seen the feed before it cycled through to the other feeds."
"Bullshit. Michael James Walters, what is going on?"
He smiled.
"OK, OK. I knew I would tell you sooner or later, I wanted to make it a surprise though."
He motioned to me to walk around his desk as he opened a browser window and typed the URL: www.mel-to-melissa.com He rose out of his chair so I could sit and watch his monitor.
I stared as the screen loaded. There were two video links: The Sisterhood of Cock-Sucking Cum Loving Slut Whores & Virtual Reality. He clicked on the first one, and I saw myself on the screen. Myself when I was still a man, still confused, still desperate to taste and experience what I didn't believe I ever would.
I relived it all, from "I'm here to be, uh, transformed" to Julie's work to dress me as a woman, to my training session with the trio of beauties, my first taste of Miss Wentworth's cock to my energetic efforts to suck the cum out of a roomful of men.
And I remembered the last man I sucked off that day, and heard my male voice speak the words I had felt in my heart so long but had never expressed until that moment:
"I am a cock-sucking cum-loving slut whore. Please fill my mouth with your cock, skull- fuck me as long as you can and then fill my mouth with your cum. Please!"
I relived that first intoxicating taste of almost-being a woman, even as I shook my head at how ludicrous I looked, makeup hardly covering my beard, fake tits inside the cups of my bra. I stared at Mike.
"Did you know that Expectations videotapes all of their client's fantasies?"
"Yes, Rebecca mentioned that but it wasn't like I was going to leave that tape lying around the house. And anyway I wanted to experience it, not see myself as I was doing it."
"Well we had an idea about a website and we contacted Rebecca to see if there was any record of your first two trips to Expectations. Fortunately there was and we reached an agreement with Rebecca to use the videos in exchange for promotional considerations."
"Who is `we'?"
"Susan and Bill. They were certain this is what you would want and so Bill put up the seed money. And I want you to know that the corporation was set up with you as Vice President and 50% stockholder."
I smiled and clicked on the second video, watching once again as the virtual reality program transformed me from a man into a woman, or at least a man who thought he looked like a woman. The video ran all the way through to my interview/BJ of Bill, and my first shot of female hormones, given with a fresh hot load of Bill's cum streaking my face.
Then the video of the person I used to be morphed and I smiled as my familiar feminine features filled the screen. Cum still streaked my face, but now I was what I had dreamed of being ... a woman. My makeup was smeared but I didn't look ridiculous in it, I looked beautiful. My tits spilled out of my bra, and anyone could tell that these weren't breast-forms or even silicone, but real breasts, my breasts, with cum glistening on them. And I recognized the cock that was inches from my lips, it was Mike's, the man I loved and was engaged to marry.
I stared at the screen until the video ended, frozen on a title card.
"To see more of Melissa's adventures, go to www.blowjobs-are-for-closers.com."
Now my smile lit up my face. I started to type in the URL but he stopped me.
"Before we check out the other website, you should know that you're quite the star of the TG world. Our agreement with Rebecca calls for a cut of every person who orders either fantasy. There are a lot of guys out there who dream of being a cock hungry cum loving slut whore, and even more who want to experience that Virtual Reality sequence. Our cut from those revenues is covering our IT and Server expenses, including Jeff's salary."
"Wow."
I typed in the URL and watched as another video auto-launched. The camera moved along the sidewalk until it moved up the legs of a tall woman, the slit of her skirt showing brief glimpses of her stockings and garters, then moving up to the steady sway of her hips and ass. I knew it wasn't me but didn't say anything. The camera followed her briefly then panned away as the door opened and she entered the building. When the video resumed, she was walking down a corridor, her legs still the only part of her that was visible. The camera stopped as she strolled past it and then it pivoted to show the sign on the office door.
Only "Travel" was visible as "Walters" was pixilated away. The camera followed this body-double into the main sales floor, and captured the salesmen stopping and staring at her. The camera caught up to her as she entered into the lounge, where she closed the door behind her. Then the camera panned up to the sign:
"Closer's Lounge" Melissa ______ Manager
Now the video transitioned into the first day of my return to Walters Travel. My speech to the salesmen, and Mike's corruption of it. My happy submission of my mouth to his penis. His narration of my blowjob and finally, his cum coating my smiling face.
His final words were spelled out on the screen: Blowjobs are for closers.
And the screen morphed once more, to me seated in the middle of the lounge, five gorgeous cocks surrounding my face.
Then the video stopped and the main page loaded. A short preview of bonuses given played on the screen to the right. On the left frame were a number different links: Membership, Videos, Comments. Across the top was a banner which said "Next Bonus in 0:00 minutes".
"There's a live stream?"
"It's the best way to make sure people buy a membership. The stream is free for the first couple of minutes but only continues if you're logged in as a member. And if you click on the Videos link you'll see that no one can see your sweet cock-loving lips pleasure anyone to completion unless they've bought a membership. It took less than a week before demand during one of your bonuses crashed the server the first time. We're already turning a profit and have started to cut back on advertising because traffic is self-sustaining and growing every week. It doesn't hurt that most websites update once or twice a week and we have new live streams and vids for sale several times a day."
I smiled at Mike and then clicked on the Comments link and began to read.
"Is this place legit? I wish I worked there!"
"What an incredible pair of lips on this girl. She wraps them around some lucky guy and I'm blowing my load in about five minutes."
"Hate to break it to you but she used to be a guy!"
"Who cares? She's all woman now. And she's gorgeous! She looks like Angela Long – blonde, tall with great legs but she's got a great set of tits on her. I wonder what her measurements are."
"5'11", 128 pounds. 38D-26-36"
I put up that last one, Mike said. I kept reading.
"I say she looks like Zana, only with real tits."
"Who cares, she's hot, incredibly horny and has the sexiest mouth I've ever seen. Is this place hiring?"
"My favorite scenes are the ones where she blows five or ten guys at once. I've got a hard drive full of blow-bang videos but nothing comes close to this girl when she's surrounded by cock. She doesn't stop until she drains every one of them, and I blow my load halfway through. Thank god the videos are for sale."
Mike spoke.
"You're a porn star, Melissa. And as a performer you get paid for every scene. Here's a check for your performance fees for the past six weeks."
The check was in the amount of $10,000. I smiled and kissed Mike. I really am a porn star, with a legion of fans. Susan and Bill and Mike ... I owe everything to them. And how could they know I'd be so thrilled to be an adult video star, able to crash a server because too many men want to see my pretty face drain some cocks?
I thought back to before. Before I accepted what I had known for so long. I'd put a garter belt, stockings and bra over my hairy body, smeared lipstick on my face, and pretended I was the one in the middle of a roomful of big cocks, sucking and stroking them until each one emptied its loins on the lucky porn starlet's face.
Before, I'd shoot a load halfway across the room at the climax of one of those scenes. Now, I inspired other men to do the same thing, fantasizing that my lips were wrapped around their cocks.
Mike had satisfied a fantasy I didn't even realize I had, and I turned and felt Mike's arms envelop me.
"Thank you baby. This is the best gift I could ever imagine So how many people are waiting for the next live video stream?"
"According to last week's numbers, about 50,000."
"Well let's give them a treat then. I want you to pick the top ten salesmen of the month. I want each one of them to fuck my mouth while you fuck my pussy. Think you can handle that lover boy?"
"Oh, me love you long time!"
II
Thirty minutes later, everything was ready. Jeff had given me a shy smile, acknowledging his complicity in the deception, and of course I had forgiven him. He was in his office, ready to click "transmit" and send my performance out to my fans. His job wasn't an easy one, as he had full control over every camera and could, at his discretion, change camera angles on the fly. He's said he had gotten better at it and hardly ever had to re-edit the streamed version when he placed the latest performance into the video section for immediate sale.
I paused at the door to the Closer's Lounge, gathering my thoughts and reminding myself that this would be a blow-bang like any other. Then I stepped inside and watched eleven naked men stand up from the sectional couches. I felt so self-conscious but I willed myself not to look at Mike. I strode to the middle of the room and slipped the negligee off my body, revealing my black lace baby-doll and matching g-string. The baby doll had ruffled straps, sequin-embellished underwire cups, lace at the bottom and front openings reaching to my chest. I smiled at the men as they encircled me, before speaking.
"So many nice cocks for me today. Have all of you reached your sales goals for the month?"
Each of the salesmen smiled as I reached for the nearest cock and slipped him inside my mouth, coating him with saliva as my hands reached for two more to stroke to hardness. I continued to move from one cock to another, taking no special note of Mike's except that I held his gaze with my own just a little longer, and I sighed a little louder when I enveloped his penis.
When I was surrounded by eleven hard cocks, I spoke again.
"So many beautiful dicks for my mouth today, I think I'd like to have one of you fuck me."
All except Mike volunteered.
"I'll fuck you."
"No, me. Let me fuck you."
I smiled again and began to inspect each man and his cock.
"No, you're cock doesn't belong in my pussy. Not yours. Not yours either."
I moved from man to man, dismissing each as unfit for fucking, until I found Mike. I gazed at his enormous erection and beamed.
"This is the cock that belongs in my pussy."
I stood up, slipped my g-string off of myself, and led Mike to one of the couches, my hand lightly tugging at his cock. He sat down and I straddled him, his cock nestled against my ass. I raised my hands and felt several hands remove my baby doll before I began to kiss him, passionately. Finally, I reached between my legs and moved his cock toward my opening, then ground down his length as I groaned loudly. I rose up off him and looked at the rest of the men.
"Now I want the rest of you to fuck my mouth, while this stud fucks my pussy."
My knees holding my pussy above him, Mike started to piston his cock in and out of me, as two men stood alongside us on the couch. I fellated one and stroked the other, then switched. Mike fucked me with a steady, slow rhythm as each man moved into position to slip his cock into my mouth.
I lifted my leg off of Mike and moved onto the floor, wiggling my ass at him.
"Come on, big boy, you can fuck me better than that, can't you? I picked you because you're so big. You do know how to use that thing, don't you?"
I laughed, and turned my face forward, opening my lips as a salesmen slid his cock into my mouth. Then I felt Mike's familiar hands on my hips, pulling me backward as he slammed his cock into me. My eyes closed as the salesman's cock slipped out of my mouth.
"That's it, fuck that pussy good."
Mike began to pound into me then, hard and steady, and my eyes stayed closed as the pleasure began to rise from my loins. Cocks entered and exited my mouth, the change only being noticeable when I realized one wasn't circumcised or if there was a difference in size. My first orgasm was building and when it crashed over me, my mouth released the cock that was inside it so that I could scream my pleasure.
"I love your cock so fucking much!"
My bucking was so strong, Mike slipped out of me. He slammed himself back inside, then lifted me by my waist, still impaled on his cock, and dragged me back toward the couch. My legs over his, his hands reaching around my side and cupping my still-covered tits, I reached between my legs and returned his cock to its home before he resumed his passionate fucking of me.
The men lined up then, stepping onto the couch to resume their face fucking. I was totally passive now, being used for their pleasure, enjoying the sensation but only truly focused on my lover's cock.
Mike moved my leg off of him then, and I moved sideways to the end of the couch. I wanted to make it easy for the salesmen to continue to ravage my mouth as Mike was ravaging my pussy. My head was draped over the side of the couch when Mike spoke. He was looking at the salesmen.
"You don't get to tap this pussy – ever. Only I do."
My eyes met his.
"Tell them!"
"Only Mike fucks my pussy ... but you can fuck my mouth."
Mike slid back inside and started to fuck me slowly and steadily, and my head dropped over the couch, each salesman helped himself to my lips and throat, one after the other. Mike's cock was like a steady strong presence inside me, and I began to concentrate on each cock as it was presented to my hungry lips, pulling their waist forward, sliding my tongue along each shaft and nuzzling each pair of testicles.
Mike kept up a steady running commentary.
"That's right men, you may get her mouth but only I get her tight hot pussy. But Melissa loves cock every where so keep giving her what she loves. Isn't that right, Melissa? You like the cock in your mouth?"
"Yes!"
"But you love the cock in your pussy, don't you?"
"Yes! Oh God yes!"
"That's it, slap her face with your cock. She likes it. Don't you, Melissa?"
"Yes!"
Mike started fucking me hard, fast and deep again and brought me over the edge once more, my eyes open in a visionless stare, my chest heaving with this latest, powerful release. My respiration returned to normal, my eyes saw nothing but Mike's handsome face smiling at his future bride.
Mike rose off the couch, his hand reaching for my own as he pulled me up with him. My arms went around his neck and we kissed passionately, before he leaned forward with his hands under me, making me lay down on my back as his cock swung against my legs. He was on his knees, his cock rising above my legs, so I raised my pelvis up and rested my thighs against his. He slid into me again, and my hands began to squeeze and pull at my tits until the force of his thrusting had them shaking and quivering up and down in time with his masterful cock. Lost in it, I opened my mouth as one salesman after another dipped his cock into my mouth over and over again.
The first load of cum came without warning, one of the cocks jerking inside my mouth as he filled it with nectar. I swallowed some but most of it dribbled down my cheeks. More loads followed, the men jerking off as they kneeled above me, Mike still talking as his insatiable cock kept sliding in and out of me.
"That's it boys she loves cum at least as much as she loves cock. Cover that pretty face, give her what she craves. Yeah, that's it, jerk off on her tits."
Cum was spurting on me in an almost continuous stream, as cock after cock coated my face and tongue and tits. Cum was pooling down from my boobs onto my neck when the last cock was drained, my vision clouded by droplets that hung near my eyes. I reached up to move it away so that I could see Mike.
"Swallow that cum before I give you mine. Help her."
Thick fingers moved along my face, as I licked the cum off the long digits. Other hands moved around my chest, raising more cum toward my hungry mouth. My skin glistened with the remnants of ten loads when Mike began giving me those deep, hard cum-strokes he always saved for last. He thrust three, four times, then slipped out and scooted up my body. I raised myself up on my elbows to receive the most important load.
He climaxed only when he reached my open mouth, each thick cum rope hitting my tongue or back of my mouth. His load was huge, bigger than ever before, and I made sure to hold it all in my mouth before I slipped my tongue up through the hot viscous liquid before I swallowed it all in one gulp.
My elbows supporting my head and shoulders, Mike's cock stood at attention an inch away from my mouth. I ran my fingernails through the slick wetness that coated my tits, then I gazed up at Mike's smiling face and kissed the head of his cock. Then I turned toward the corner of the room, where I knew a camera was hidden.
I smiled at it, a completely satisfied, cum-covered porn starlet.