Virtual Reality To My New Reality By Melissa Huntington The author welcomes feedback to Coltrane3525@gmail.com
Dick's load was sweet, warm and thick, and my tongue poked out of my mouth and spread his nectar around my lips. I dribbled some back onto the head of his cock, swallowed what was left in my mouth, and continued with my cum-play, all the while staring up at him. I just loved having a cock at mouth-level with its handsome owner looking down at me, a satisfied smile on his face.
Bill spoke.
"He really is a cum slut. He just might get off on it more than you do, Susan!"
"Of that I have no doubt, Bill."
I looked at my wife and repeated the question I had asked before.
"So what happens now?"
"Well Mel, it seems to me you have two choices. We can go home, you can pack up your shit and go and pursue your new-found love of cock. Of course, if you contest the divorce, this video tape is my ace in the hole and I can guarantee that you won't exactly get a favorable ruling from the judge."
It didn't take me long to evaluate that option. Not only could she ruin my reputation if she chose to, but her income covered too much of our expenses and I knew that even the cheapest apartment would be a stretch for me.
"Or?"
"Well let me put it this way, Mel. How would you like to fill out that bra with real boobs?"
I looked at her and hesitated.
"Yes, Mel, I am talking about female hormone therapy. You see, Bill here is a psychiatrist. If you like, he could write you a prescription right now."
I knew what I wanted but I tried to play coy.
"What exactly would happen with these shots?"
Bill spoke.
"Let's see. Loss of muscle tone. Changes in the distribution of body fat. Some alteration in the pitch of your voice. Softening of the skin. And the big ones: Increased nipple sensitivity, nipple and breast development. Fat deposits in the hips and ass to produce a more womanly shape."
"Any side effects?"
"Just one: A powerful, deep-in-your-soul yearning for cock."
Got that covered, I thought to myself.
My wife spoke again. "To complete your transformation, Mel, you would need to submit to electrolysis for your male hair growth. There is also some surgery you could consider, short of going the full distance. Surgery can feminize your face by reducing the prominence of your brow and inserts can heighten your cheek bone. We can also reduce the prominence of your adam's apple and last but not least, we can jump-start your body transformation by using liposuction to redistribute your belly fat to your hips and ass."
None of this was new to me. God knows I've Googled the topic of gender reassignment a time or two, and somehow I always tuned in to the cable programs about men transitioning into women.
"What would I tell my boss?"
"I don't care what you tell him. Tell him the truth: You've decided to pursue something you've dreamed about since you were a teenager."
I thought about it for a moment and I had one last question.
"To get hormones, don't you have to live as a woman for a year first?"
"That's for having the full surgery, Mel. Right now, to get started, Doctor Bill just needs to ask you a few questions to be sure that you are not gay but really a woman trapped in a man's body."
My wife had her right arm around Bill's waist. His huge cock was hard and she held the base and waved it at me. Pre-cum glistened on the head, reflecting the light. I felt a pull toward this new North star and I quickly crawled over toward him. I kneeled before him and looked up at him. My wife moved his cock from side to side and when a drop of pre-cum started to fall from the head, I reached out to catch it in mid-air. I licked it off of my finger.
"You better get through these questions, quick, Bill."
"Mel, tell me about the first time you recall seeing a naked male body or a photograph of one, aside from your father or brothers."
"I was seven years old. I grabbed a copy of Playgirl off of the magazine rack at a store and showed my Mom the centerfold."
My wife pushed Bill's ass and his cock slipped into my mouth, then she pulled it out again.
"When was the first time you wore girl's clothing?"
"About the same time, I recall stepping into my mother's one-piece bathing suit, lifting it up over me and putting my arms through the straps. Another time, a surprise birthday party was being planned for me and when they ran out of things to keep me occupied, my neighbors dressed me up in girl's clothes. I had a temper tantrum because I couldn't admit I liked it."
Again I tasted his cock for a brief, intoxicating moment.
"What was your first experience with pornography?"
"Penthouse, Hustler. A friend and I would take the train to NY where no one cared if young teenagers purchased porn."
This time when his cock came out of my mouth, a string of saliva hung between it and my lower lip. Susan caught it in her hand and spread it along the shaft.
"What did you see when you looked at pornography as a teenager, Mel?"
"At first I enjoyed looking at naked women. But when I bought hardcore magazines with sex scenes, I began to focus on the male, his hard cock and muscular body, and how happy the female looked while she was being ravaged. I began to focus on her actions. In Penthouse Forum, I only masturbated to letters written by straight women."
This time I leaned forward as Susan pushed his cock into my mouth, and she surprised me when she let me glide up and down the shaft a couple of times before she withdrew it again.
"Anything else you want to tell me about the pornography you purchased?"
"Almost always, I focused on blowjob magazines or stories and I especially loved scenes of one woman servicing at least two or more cocks at one time."
My hands moved around Bill's thighs and pulled his cock back into my mouth, and now Susan and I battled over how long he would stay there. But eventually Bill withdrew his cock, and I sighed.
"When did lipstick and your mother's bra become a part of Mel's masturbatory fantasies?"
"Within a year, I guess. No later than the age of 14 or 15."
My prize was returned to me until Bill spoke again.
"Mel, if I told you that behind that door was a beautiful woman who would let you fuck her, how would you rate that on a scale of 1 to 10?"
"Two."
"If I told you there was a gorgeous male with a big cock and tight ass behind that door that wants you to fuck him, how would you rate that?"
"Zero." "If I told you there was a gorgeous male waiting in that room to fuck you in the ass, how would you rate that?"
"One."
"Why are you so averse to anal sex?"
"It was never something that excited me. I know that you brought me to orgasm while fucking my ass but it is cock sucking that I have obsessed over for twenty years."
"If I told you there was a gorgeous male waiting to have his cock sucked, how would you rate that?"
"Ten." "If I told you there was more than one cock waiting to be sucked, how would you rate that?"
"Ten to the tenth power."
"Why didn't you pursue your young fascination with cock?"
"Believe me, I've thought about it. Fear, youthful homophobia. I also really liked girls. I didn't notice cute guys at school, I noticed hot girls and wanted desperately to fuck them."
"But even when you started fucking them, you never stopped thinking about cock, right, Mel? Even after you married this sexy and horny woman standing next to me."
"No. "
"I am ready to make my diagnosis. You are gender dysphoric with severe oral fixation. It is my recommendation that you undergo female hormone therapy to allow you to bring your mind and body into concert. It is not necessary that you undergo full gender reassignment. You can fulfill your destiny as a woman without it, but you may choose ultimately to have it, or alternatively to allow men to fuck you in the ass. It will be up to you, Melissa. Now you may enjoy yourself."
I pulled his cock all the way into my throat until his pubes tickled my nose and moved him just a few inches in and out. I let him slip out of my mouth then and voraciously began to lick and suck his balls before I brought him back into my mouth, stroking the lower half of his shaft while my lips slid up and down, up and down over the upper half. He began to moan and I positioned my mouth just below the head so that I could catch as much as I could in my mouth. My wife jerked his cock as it spewed his jizz into my mouth.
When Bill caught his breath, he smiled down at me before he spoke.
"And here is your reward, Melissa."
My wife handed a syringe to Bill, who dabbed alcohol on my arm before administering the injection.
"We will start with a larger than normal dose in order to get you started on your way to womanhood sooner."
My wife smiled at Bill and helped me to my feet.
"C'mon Melissa, let's find you some clothes."
II
I followed my wife into a room that I recognized as the room where I had gotten myself ready before I was ravished by the stud I now knew as Bill. She picked up an outfit that was laid out on the bed.
"A schoolgirl outfit?"
My wife replied, "Of course! What else should you wear while you are taught all the things a woman knows? Now first we'll have to do something about that over-sized clit of yours."
Susan handed me a panty that was cut high up the leg, with padding along the side and the back. As I slipped it up and over my legs, my wife helped to pull my cock down and away than cinched it in the back. I turned toward the body-length mirror and I marveled at the fact that my cock had disappeared into this magical, wonderful device. How many times had I been in the shower and tried to tuck my cock away so I could just see my black pubic patch and imagine what it would be like to have been born female? Now, I could see what I had always imagined – me in panties, with no cock in the way.
A body shaper was next, to compress my belly and accentuate the curves that my padded gaff gave me. Susan spoke.
"We can schedule that liposuction anytime you want, but these will help give you curves in the meantime. You know, you are going to have to dedicate yourself to a major fitness routine to get rid of whatever fat is left behind by the liposuction. But the good news is that as the hormones build up, most fat your body creates will end up on your hips and ass. And with no job, there will be plenty of time every day for workouts and electrolysis, while we wait for the hormones to take effect."
I told Susan that I'd like to schedule the liposuction quickly. I loved that I had the appearance of curvaceous hips, thighs and ass, but I wanted to look womanly at all times, and as soon as possible.
She handed me the plaid skirt, and I tugged it over my new hips and ass and buttoned it. I moved in front of the mirror again, this time enjoying the way the skirt moved around me and I marveled again at the flatness at the front. If someone took a picture from the waist down, they could never tell that I wasn't born female.
Next Susan handed me an odd looking bra. It was translucent, and didn't have any cups. If I didn't know better I would have thought it was fetish wear, only not leather and without studs, a bra which just went along the edge of the breasts. Then Susan pulled out breast forms and handed them to me, and I realized that the bra is designed to hold the breast forms in place. I slipped the bra on and then quickly figured out how to slip the forms into place. When I turned and faced the mirror again, my eyes grew wide and I broke out into a smile.
I loved my girls! They looked like D-cups at least, with beautiful, thick nipples. I squeezed them and could not believe how real they felt. There was a slight sag which made them look even more natural, and the size fit my chest perfectly.
I'm a big girl, I thought, and these tits look perfect.
Susan smiled at me and next she handed me another bra. This one was black lace. I looked at the label and saw that I was in fact a D-cup.
"You may decide to go bra-less sometimes, Melissa, but a schoolgirl should dress properly. Put this on."
I couldn't wait to put on the bra. Ever since I had first tried on my mother's bra, I had done it the way I had seen her do it. She'd slip the straps over her shoulders, then lean forward to catch her breasts in the cups, then straighten up as she reached back to secure the clips.
I'd always pantomimed the same motion but now, for the first time, I actually had tits to fill out my bra cups. And when I secured the hooks in back and adjusted the bra straps, my eyes really grew wide. It was a push-up bra, and the soft silicone spread out above the cups. I had some serious cleavage!
"All the boys are going to love your tits, Melissa. Now let's get you in the chair so that we can start to teach you how a woman does her makeup, nails, and hair."
I sat down in the chair, and felt the same feelings as when I had tried to get myself ready for my experience with "Bob." Only now I truly looked and felt like a woman. I couldn't wait to learn how to fix my hair and makeup.
"We can't really teach you hair-styling techniques until we let your hair grow out, so we'll get you started with a wig. Which one would you like?"
I chose a blonde haired wig with straight hair that fell to my shoulders. Susan helped me get it on. Next my ears were pierced and I chose medium-sized gold hoops. I liked slipping my hair off my shoulder to let the earring catch the light.
Now it was on to my eyebrows, which were waxed and tweezed. The pain was well worth it as I loved the slight arch and the way they tapered to the ends. Now my eye makeup will really look good, I thought.
Susan pulled out a jar and I was treated to my first facial. While we waited for it to seep into my pores, I received my first lesson in nail care. Soon I had pretty tapered nails colored a deep red, and I liked the way longer nails made my fingers look less stubby and thick. Then my toenails got the same treatment.
Finally it was time to put on my makeup for real. Susan gave me advice, like one 12 year old telling another, less experienced one what to do. After we applied foundation, rouge and lipstick, we turned attention to my eyes. I couldn't wait to see how eye shadow would enhance my new eyebrows. When we were finished, Susan congratulated me for being such a dedicated learner. She told me I looked great and that I should put on my white blouse and see the new me.
As I put on the white blouse I looked at my new tits. I loved how they felt and moved but I also wondered: how long would it be for the hormones start to take effect? How long before my own flesh would fill out my bra? I loved how I looked with my new curves, but I knew I wouldn't truly become a woman until I could feel a man's strong hands on my own flesh, not these illusions – no matter how much I loved the illusion.
"Teaching you to walk in high-heels can wait for another day, Melissa. Here."
She handed me a pair of Buster Browns, the perfect match for a schoolgirl outfit, then she led me out of the room. I found myself in a reception area with a desk and a few other clients. I noticed the men look at me, then look a second time, no doubt in appreciation of my cleavage. I didn't know if they could tell that genetically I was a male. All I knew was that I liked being look at in the way these men looked at me.
I had walked into this office just five hours earlier, blindfolded. I was Mel Huntington, a husband wondering what his wife had planned for him. I walked out as Melissa, ready to start my new life.
III
Eight weeks ago my life was transformed by my wife Susan. When we returned home from Expectations, my men's clothes were gone and I moved into our second bedroom, which we quickly decorated with soft colors, pinks and mauves.
Susan continued to help me by giving me more lessons in skincare, makeup and learning to walk in heels. She took me shopping and helped me to discover my own sense of style in women's fashions. At first I loved wearing loose fitting skirts that swished around me, with snug fitting blouses that showed off my D-cup silicone bust.
Each morning, Dr. Bill came by to administer my hormone injection. And each morning I always asked him when I will see my breasts develop.
"Soon, Melissa, soon. Remember that a young girl entering puberty has a spike in her estrogen levels for some time before outward changes appear."
Finally, today was the day. I was standing in front of my mirror, nude except for the bra that held my silicone breasts in place. I was admiring how soft my skin had become, and how my muscle tone had softened so much. I had completed the electrolysis treatments and now, like any woman, only had to shave my legs and armpits. The liposuction and an intense diet and exercise regimen had eliminated almost all of my belly fat, and by shifting it toward my hips and ass, I loved the fact that I had now had a small waist that blossomed outward into almost full hips and buttocks.
I unhooked my bra and slipped my silicone boobs off my chest, and then I just stood and stared.
"The girls are here!"
I called to Susan. Susan came to the door, and I stood up straight, with my shoulders back and proudly showed off my new budding breasts. They were small but unmistakable. And my nipples were suddenly wider and projected further than they ever had before.
"They look great, Melissa. Congratulations. Looks like we are going to have to get you some new bras!"
I smiled at my wife and let my hands move from my hips to my waist and up to my boobs. They felt soft wonderful, and I immediately found out how sensitive my nipples had become. Before, in my other life, I loved to pinch my nipples but now they needed just the softest touch to become erect. I had loved how the silicone breasts filled out my outfits, but now I knew I would never have to wear them again. Like a young girl, I didn't know how big my breasts would grow, but at last, now I truly felt like a woman.
"I'm so happy for you, Melissa. Now that your breasts are developing, are you ready for the next step in your training?"
I just smiled and nodded my head vigorously.
"I was anticipating this moment and so I already have some bras in your size. As you grow bigger we'll get new ones but in the meantime these will do."
She handed me a box and I found a variety of pretty lacy bras. For the very first time, I caught actual breasts inside the cups before I clipped the bra ends together. I slipped my hand inside to settle them in place, even though my boobs weren't large enough to make that necessary yet.
"All right Melissa, now that you have breasts and hips and an ass, its time to do something about that clit of yours. I think you'll be very pleased with this new style of gaff."
Susan handed it to me, and I instantly knew what this gaff was designed to do. It was flesh covered, and rather than tucking my cock down, this gaff held my cock upward. A slot fit perfectly over the underside of my cockhead, turning it into a clit. Below, gaps in the material exposed the length of my shaft on either side, producing the appearance of pussy lips.
I was complete now. It is said that males and females are born with a clit, but for male embryos, testosterone causes the clit to grow into a penis. Now it was like I had been returned to just before the moment when my body betrayed my mind. Only now my body and mind were in sync.
I looked at Susan and beamed at her.
"Don't thank me yet, Melissa. You have one more set of lessons to learn to truly become a woman. Or maybe not lessons – more like conditioning. Women are conditioned to do certain things and act in a certain way. Nature or nurture, it doesn't really matter. We are the giving sex, always ready to make sure others are cared for before we are. It's time to make sure that you fully understand that."
She handed me a panty. I slipped them on and discovered that a stiff liner was sewn inside and it fit directly over my clit. Susan led me into our media room and I sat down in one of the reclining seats.
"This may take a few sessions, Melissa, but I think you'll get the gist of the lesson pretty quickly. And anyway, you should definitely enjoy yourself. There is one rule: You cannot touch yourself. If you wish, you may pick up one of the dildos but you may only suck it. Do not let it touch any part of your body other than your mouth."
I lay back in the chair and the big flat-screen TV came to life. Immediately I recognized each video as they played. They all came from the huge library of blowjob videos I had downloaded over the past several years. At the first sight of a hard cock, I grabbed the dildo and slipped it into my mouth. At the same time, the vibrator inside the panty began to stimulate my clit very gently. I began to go into a sexual haze, my clit being stimulated, my nipples poking through the sheer material of the bra, my eyes entranced by the image of so many sexy men and their huge cocks, a rubber dick in my mouth.
But the scenes were edited. Most of the time, the cumshots were edited out, and the vibrator kept me stimulated but denied me relief. Finally, a "blow bang" scene played through to the end. Shanna McCullough blew six men at once, and as Shanna sat in the middle of those hard cocks, awaiting her reward, the vibrator sped up and heightened the intensity. I always loved watching Shanna perform and as the last cock coated her face with jizz, the vibrator went into overdrive and sent me into waves of pleasure.
My orgasm was intense, better than any I had ever had with Susan or any other woman and very nearly as intense as the ones I had with Dr. Bill eight weeks ago. It took a while to catch my breath but once my breathing returned to normal, a new video began to play.
This one featured Randy Spears, a long-time favorite of mine. His voice was sexy and deep and his smile so cute. He kept his body cut and defined but not like a steroid using gym rat. And his cock was one of my favorites in all of porn. Long, thick and cut, an impressive piece of meat but not a circus freak either. His was the ideal cock, and now I watched as so many beautiful starlets were ravaged by Randy's spear.
The rubber cock was back in my mouth, and again, when Randy came, I was made to cum.
Now Susan came back into the room and I looked at her through cloudy eyes.
"What have you learned, Melissa?"
"That women must satisfy men in order to satisfy themselves. "
"Exactly. Women may go first, but they cum last."
Your training is going well, Melissa. Now let's see just how well you have been conditioned. Do not touch your body at all or use the dildo. You may only watch."
Susan left the room, and once again the videos began to play. Huge cocks went in and out of hungry mouths, and the vibrator whirred into motion. Finally a huge blowjob scene began, this one starring Rebecca Lord and at least ten construction workers. She fellated each in turn then stroked as many as her hands could reach as she alternated between the three in front of her.
Finally the men began to jack off onto her face, and my breath quickened. The vibrator had stopped, yet I felt as if it was still stimulating me. My breath became choppy as her face was painted with more and more nectar, her sparkling eyes and wide smile showing how much she was enjoying her sperm bath. Finally, the last cock spurted the last cum rope into her mouth, and I went over the edge. My orgasm was huge and intense and fantastic, better than I had ever imagined as a male or as a female.
"Very good, Melissa! You did fantastic. Why don't you go take a shower and get yourself ready? Bill will be arriving soon and I've told him to expect a surprise."
IV
I took a long bubble bath first, lighting some scented candles and enjoying the feeling of the water against my soft skin. My legs freshly shaved, I toweled off and began to consider my clothing options. Susan had removed the tops I had worn over the silicone breast forms and now I had several sheer blouses to choose from, as well as some pretty dresses. After doing my makeup, I slipped my new gaff on and decided that whatever I chose to wear, I was going to start with garters and hose – and I was definitely going commando.
When I first wore lingerie and jerked off with a rubber cock in my mouth, I always wore garters and hose. So soft and feminine, but now I really was female. Now my waist was smaller than my ass and I had hips to hold the garter belt up. My ass swayed when I moved, and best of all, when I looked below, I saw the soft flesh of a woman, with my own "man in the boat."
A lacy bra, cup size A completed my foundation. I slipped a flowered skirt on and chose a tight white blouse that fit snugly enough to show off my budding breasts. As I brushed my wig out and set it on top of my head, I heard the front door close. I left my room and found that Susan had left, but not before setting two places at the dinner table and lighting the candles. Dinner was cooking in the oven, and soon I heard Bill's car drive up. I was facing the back window when he came in.
"Honey?"
I turned around, my skirt swirling around my hips, my back arched to show off my new breasts.
"Looks like Susan has left us alone for the evening, Bill."
Bill smiled his wonderful smile, walked toward me and held me tight against him. My breasts flattened out against his hard chest, and I felt so safe and warm inside his arms.
"Let me look at you, Melissa! Very nice, very nice. Are you happy with the results?"
"More than you can imagine, Bill."
"Your voice lessons are really paying off, too."
"Do you think so?"
I spoke in a soft purr, keeping my baritone resonance down by masking it with a slight rasp.
"Oh yes, and I am so glad that your breasts have sprouted. You must be thrilled."
"Oh, I am. Are you hungry? Susan made us dinner."
Bill sat down at the table and I brought out the dinner Susan had left in the oven. We spoke quietly and I gazed into Bill's eyes while he chewed. The candlelight made his blue eyes sparkle even more. When we finished, I smiled at him and slipped my hand inside his. He reached for the remote and a soft, romantic jazz ballad came up on the stereo. He lifted my hand up and I rose out of my seat. He took only a couple of steps away from the table, then drew me close against his body, his hands holding me tight against the small of my back, my soft cheek against his chest. We swayed together for a moment, then I turned my head toward his. His head bent down and our lips touched, gently at first then with more force. I gratefully welcomed his tongue inside my mouth and fluttered my own against it.
His hands reached down and began to pull up my skirt until his hands held my bare ass. He squeezed it hard and I became more aggressive with my tongue, exploring his mouth while my hands ran through his hair. He turned me slightly away from him and drew his hands up the inside of my thigh. I pulled away from his mouth as his strong hands went above my stockings. Finally his strong fingers found my lips, then moved further upward until they brushed against my clit. I moaned and my head fell into his chest. His other arm went around my waist and held me firmly while he licked his finger and again slid it against my clit and I felt my breath catch again.
Now it was my turn as my hands moved upward to get his shirt and tie off. His powerful physique now revealed, I drank in his masculine scent before I kissed and nibbled my way toward each nipple. While I vibrated my tongue against one nipple, my red-colored nails brushed against the other one, and this time Bill lifted my head toward his as he kissed me harder than before.
I broke the kiss to start unbuttoning my blouse while Bill began to unbuckle his pants. Our bodies came back together now, he only in his boxers, me in bra and garters. His hands reached for my breasts and he held them through the bra. I gasped again and reached back to unclip the bra. It slipped off my shoulders and finally my boobs were being held by a strong, sexy man. I moaned into his chest as he bent down and began to tongue and tease my nipples. As great as it had felt eight weeks ago, this felt immeasurably better. I was an instrument, and Bill played me expertly.
Our tongues entwined, Bill's finger found my clit again before I reached for the waistband of his boxers. I was too horny this time and wanted to get his cock out as quickly as possible. It sprung out toward me and I immediately moved down Bill's body until I was kneeling before him. His hand cupped my head as I smiled up at him.
My tongue flickered out and slipped around the head of his cock. The taste and scent were heavenly and I breathed in deeply. Then I tongue-bathed the shaft from the head to the root and gently caressed his balls. After going back up to the head of his cock, I slipped him inside of me and started to caress his shaft with my lips and tongue. Bringing my lips firmly together, I sucked him hard, then I slid lightly down the shaft. He moaned loudly and I felt both hands hold the back of my head as he began to thrust into my hungry mouth. Rather than passively letting him fuck my mouth, I began to move in concert with his thrusts, moving my mouth slightly forward as he thrust his cock inside and pulling slightly back on each down stroke. I was like a woman grinding her pussy into the cock she is fucking, moving in sync, feeling the same vibrations. He fucked my mouth as I fucked him with my mouth.
I could have done this for hours but Bob finally took control. He pulled out of my mouth and then took my hands and lifted me up. I wanted desperately to please him, to satisfy every ounce of the carnal lust I saw in his eyes. His hands around my waist, his magnificent cock standing straight out, he walked me into my bedroom.
When we slipped inside the door, Bill grabbed my waist and pulled me back into him. I reached for his erection and began to stroke it, but his strong hands reached around my ass and lifted me into the air, so I kissed him hard as he carried me to my bed. I lay back on the pillows and Bill advanced toward me. I was his prey, and I was ready to submit. Hovering above me, I felt his eyes examining me, deciding what part of me he would devour first.
He kissed me again, and now I felt his erection against my bare skin. The head of his cock brushed my clit, and I pulled him down toward me. He broke off the kiss and moved toward my breasts, licking and sucking them while my hands explored his strong arms and back. Finally he moved further down until his face was perched over my sex, my thighs were over his shoulders, and his hands cupped my tits.
His hot breath on my thigh, I squirmed around, desperate to feel his tongue along my pussy lips. Finally his strong tongue danced along each lip, then curled around my clit. He pulled along either side to expose my clit as much as possible, then vibrated his tongue against it. The sensations were so intense my eyes closed as I bucked against him. His hands left my tits then, and I squeezed my tits before I felt his finger probing my opening. Gently he slipped a finger inside, all the while stimulating my clit. I began to move against his finger, my nails pinching my nipples. Finally he withdrew his finger and kissed his way back up my body.
"You've learned your lesson well, Melissa. Susan always loses control when I do that to her."
I knew then that I would do anything Bill asked in order to satisfy him. I was his plaything and like a toy, I existed only to provide pleasure to whoever used me.
My lips melted into Bill's as I pushed his shoulders so that he would lay down and allow me to serve him. I slipped my leg over his thigh, my lips delicately touching his hip bone as I surveyed this wondrous man. My hand caressed his pecs as my lips found his neck and ears. His hand reached for and found my ass as my hand stroked his erection and our tongues came together again. I moved down his chest, pausing at each nipple until they strained just as mine did. Then I kissed and licked down toward his glorious cock, the one I knew I would submit to soon.
His cock stood tall and hard, and I put my face next to it and drank in its glory. I started around his inner thighs, kissing and gently teasing, until my nose snuggled through his ball sac before I twirled my tongue around each testicle. Then I swiped my tongue across the shaft from left to right until I found the underside of the head, where I vibrated my tongue firmly. He groaned and shifted against me and I knew that I was pleasing him. Finally I engulfed the head with my lips and mouth before I slowly worked my way down the shaft, inch by inch. I blew him in slow-motion until he was bucking into my mouth, his cock as hard as steel.
I released him and kissed my way back up his body until I lay alongside him. He was my master now, and I was his subject.
"Make me yours, Bill. Complete me. Please fuck me!"
Bill rose and I settled underneath him. My thighs rested above his as he slid his cockhead against my clit and lips, then paused at my opening. I felt him probe into me, and I gasped at the sensation as he slipped inside. My hands pushed against his thighs and he began to work the entire length inside me. My eyes closed and I began to moan my pleasure as Bill grunted his.
The feeling of Bill's cock inside me was incredible but I had to watch him as he fucked me. I opened my eyes and draped my arms around his neck, watching his face as he smiled down at me. His hands reached underneath my shoulders and I rose off the bed toward him. Suddenly his arms moved under my ass and he lifted me off of the bed. My arms around his neck, I was suspended on his cock as he effortlessly lifted me up and down as he drove his cock into me. I was truly his plaything now, an instrument of his pleasure and I wanted that feeling to last forever.
Bill finally tired and lifted me off his cock. I jumped back onto my bed and immediately got on my hands and knees, my opening begging to be filled again. His cock safely inside me again, my head was down on the pillow as I drove my ass backward to meet each of his thrusts. My body was becoming limp now and I was overwhelmed by the feeling of his cock inside me. Time stopped, and nothing else mattered.
I felt his strong arms around my rib cage as he pulled me up toward him. My back arched as I ground my ass firmly into his crotch. His hands cupped my tits and I lifted my hands over my head to touch his face and again his tongue found mine.
Finally I slipped off of his cock and lay back on the bed. He quickly mounted me again and drove his cock home, and I wondered how much longer my master would use me before he would release his sweet nectar.
Then Bill slipped out of me and started to turn my body around. How did he want me now? Sixty-Nine? He gently moved my head toward the edge of the bed and he bent down to kiss me.
"I've never been able to cum inside a woman."
Bill slipped his cock inside my warm mouth and I sighed in contentment. He thrust in and out of my mouth, and my hands reached above me to pull him further inside with each downstroke. His fingers glided over my clit again as he continued to fuck my mouth. One hand grasped his wrist as my other cupped my breast and I gave my mouth completely to him.
He fucked my mouth almost as long as he had fucked my ass, and finally I felt his ass tighten. He pulled out of my mouth then as wave after wave of cum blasted into my mouth and over my face and chest.
My lover was satisfied now and as his finger brushed my clit one last time and I felt the greatest climax of my life break over me. I came and I came and I came some more, my body thrashing around, my breath caught in my chest, my vision gone. All that I felt was pleasure coursing through my body.
Afterwards, I could barely shift my body enough to move my head back off the edge of the bed. Bill lay beside me, and rested my head against his dark chest hair. I stared down at his still wet cock glistening in the soft light, and a tear fell from my cheek onto his sweat-matted chest.