Turned by Tricia (part 3)
This series is about a straight guy seduced by a sexy Tgirl to learn to enjoy sucking, only to be forced into sucking other guys. This is a work of fiction which I hope you will enjoy!
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I went to work the next day and couldn't get Tricia or Marcy out of my mind. Marcy made me feel absolutely wonderful, but what I found myself thinking about most was sucking them. The way Tricia had me look up at her while I was sucking her kept her pretty face and breasts in view, reminding me that I was sucking my lady. But if I just looked straight ahead or kept my eyes closed, I might have been sucking a man, and that revolted me.
This was such a strange combination and I was really having difficulty dealing with it. For a moment I regretted ever answering Tricia's ad, but the next moment I was excited and happy that I had, and hoped that I could give her as much pleasure as she gave me. That might mean sucking her to climax, and I didn't know if I could do that.
These strange thoughts haunted me throughout the morning. Around 10am I received a call from Marcy, asking if I was free for lunch. I actually had a meeting scheduled, but I decided to move it and make room for lunch with Marcy.
I agreed to meet her at a restaurant in the next building. After last night I desired Marcy as much as I desired Tricia, and that really messed with my mind!
At lunchtime I met Marcy and we ordered lunch. After our drinks arrived Marcy asked, "So how did you like last night?"
"You were VERY persuasive," I responded.
"Did I make you do anything that you really didn't want to do?" she asked.
"You made me do things that I would not have chosen to do, but I don't object," I said, "and what you did to me was incredible!"
Marcy smiled and said, "I'm glad you liked it – so please tell me very candidly – how did you like sucking Tricia and I?"
I hadn't expected that and had no prepared answer, so I just said the first thing that came to mind, "Actually, I kind of liked it."
I was stunned by what just came out of my mouth, and I turned beet red.
Marcy put her hand on mine and said, "It's ok, dear – no need to be embarrassed about it – you just told me that you like to drive your lady wild! What's so bad about that?"
"Now that you put it that way, it sounds completely normal, except that it really isn't," I replied.
"Well, it is normal for a trans-woman and her man," Marcy responded.
I suppose that if there is anything at all "normal" about our relationship, that would have to be part of it.
"I hope I can do it well," I replied (once again stunned by what I had said).
"You're blushing again dear – you are having difficulty talking about this, so I'll do most of the talking. Would you like me to give you some practice?" she asked.
I deliberately paused, not wanting to embarrass myself more, and finally realized that there was no denying how I felt.
"Yes," I said, "I think I would like that."
"I can come over at 3pm if you can get out of work early," she said.
I had a meeting after lunch, but nothing later, so I agreed and gave her my address.
After lunch she led me to the elevators. The restaurant was in the lobby of a high-rise building and we got into the elevator and were alone. Marcy pushed "40" and as soon as the doors closed, lifted her skirt, showing me that she had no panties. Stunned at first, I reached to her clitty and took it into my hand. I stooped down and took it into my mouth and sucked. Marcy quickly hardened and started to moan. The elevator stopped and I quickly got to my feet as the doors opened. I saw that Marcy's erect clitty was pushing her skirt out, so I stood in front of her as several people entered the elevator. We continued up and they got off on several different floors, leaving us alone again. When the doors closed I stooped down and lifted Marcy's skirt and resumed sucking.
The elevator reached the 40th floor and stopped. I stood up as the doors opened, and then closed. I pushed "1" and the elevator started down. I continued sucking Marcy, pausing twice when others got on or off the elevator.
We got off on the first floor and I turned to Marcy and said, "I can't believe what I just did!"
"You are going to be very skilled at pleasing your lady," Marcy returned, "we'll continue this at 3pm – for now, you have to get back to work."
I returned to the office and had my meeting, not very attentive to the work at hand, after what I had just experienced.
I left the office and went home, arriving a little before 3pm. I brushed my teeth and slapped some cologne on and awaited Marcy's arrival.
Marcy arrived on time and greeted me with a kiss. I responded by slipping my tongue into her mouth and our tongues danced together.
She asked me to take her to the bedroom, where we both undressed. Marcy had me lie on my back and climbed on top of me, straddling my face, her knees on either side of my head. She brought her clitty to my mouth and I eagerly opened. She slipped all the way in. Her clitty was very pretty and petite – maybe 4 inches long and less than an inch in diameter, but it seemed just right for such a feminine figure.
"Now gently suck, and run your tongue along the bottom of the head," she instructed.
I did as directed and Marcy closed her eyes and moaned with delight.
"Very good," she said, "now move your tongue in a circle around the head and continue to do so as you suck."
I did, and she responded wonderfully, getting very erect, though small.
"I'm getting close, dear," she declared, "do you want me to cum in your mouth?"
I indicated no and she got a pouty look on her face, and she said, "ok, then take care of me in another way!"
She got off me and turned around, facing my feet. She spread her ass cheeks and brought her hole to my lips. I was glad to kiss her warm hole, and licked her as she moaned, and was stroking herself.
I extended my tongue into her and that was enough to send her over the edge. She squirted onto my chest, and remained sitting there for a bit before dismounting. Marcy laid next to me, kissing me and thanking me for pleasuring her.
"I'm sorry I can't make you cum," she said, "but Tricia insists that you not cum until you are with her."
I realized that it was only right that I save myself for her.
Marcy took a finger and scooped up some cum off my chest and asked, "would you like to taste some of my girl-juice?"
I said I wasn't sure, but she encouraged me to try it, so I opened my mouth and took her finger in, licking it clean. The taste was very unusual – not particularly pleasant, but nothing I couldn't handle.
"More?" she asked.
"Please," I responded.
Marcy smiled and kissed me, bringing me more of her juice on her finger and kissing me between. Soon all of her juice was gone and she said, "The flavor is an acquired taste, and I hope you will grow to love it. It helps if you think favorably about tasting it."
"I don't understand," I said.
"Well, if you think it is a vile, disgusting thing, then it will tend to taste very bad – some people even throw up at the taste. But if you desire it, and view it as the product of a wonderful joining, it will taste much better."
"Perhaps next time you will take it directly," she said, smiling.
"I promise I will," I responded, "I really liked sucking you."
This time I had no shame and felt like I had done a completely normal thing.
Marcy left and told me not to be late for Tricia. I had dinner and showered for my visit with Tricia.
Upon arrival Tricia greeted me, wearing a robe, which she let open as soon as I was inside, exposing her lovely large breasts and clitty.
I took her in my arms and pulled her close to me, kissing her pretty lips.
"We are here alone, and I want you to practice sucking me while you jack off," she said, "I won't cum so you can just enjoy the sucking and have a nice climax."
"You really seemed to like it when Marcy put her fingers up your ass yesterday," she said.
I blushed and agreed.
"She isn't here, but if you want you could use a dildo," she explained. She showed me to a table that had a number of different sized dildos, each shaped like a cock. I chose a narrow one and she took it from me and put lube on the end.
She told me to get to my knees, which I did. She went behind me and placed one end of the dildo on the floor and the other pressed to my ass. She came back to the front and held her clitty out, and I knew what to do. I opened my mouth and took her in.
I don't know how things are supposed to me, but that moment just felt so right. She fit into my mouth like she belonged there. I slowly sucked and felt her grow larger in my mouth as I stroked my cock. I found myself pressing down on the dildo, and then it popped into my ass. I held still for a while, not knowing if this was ok, or what to expect next. I continued to suck and stroke and slowly pushed down on the dildo, finding that it slipped into me easily.
Part way down I felt it "hit bottom" and I stopped pushing down. I found if I lifted up a bit, it would slide out, so I simply moved up and down and it was like the dildo was fucking me. I sucked Tricia using some of the techniques that Marcy had taught me.
"You better ease off, dear," she said, "or you may get a surprise."
I eased off but stroke myself all the more and soon was cumming.
"Just hold me in your mouth until you catch your breath," Tricia ordered.
I did and soon Tricia pulled out of my mouth, retrieved the dildo and handed me a warm washcloth with which to clean up.
"You told me to back off," I said, "so you wouldn't cum in my mouth?"
"Yes," said Marcy, "not until you are ready for that."
"When will that be?" I asked.
"When you tell me you want me to cum in your mouth." she said, "Then you will suck me of before you stoke yourself off."
"It is part of getting you accustomed to sex with a trans-woman," she said.
"I'm feeling really conflicted, Tricia," I confessed, "On one hand, I like sucking you, but it doesn't seem normal to me."
"I want you to come here every evening and we will repeat this," Trica instructed, "until you can tell me you honestly want me to cum in your mouth."
I agreed – it sure was better than jacking off on my own!
I left and returned home. That night I found myself filled with wildly different feelings about what was happening to me.
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