Witch

Witch

by Anita Wiener

I haven't always been this way. A hooker, that is. I didn't always have this unquenchable thirst for man-meat. But here I am anyway, working the corner, reeling in the johns and making a buck. It's easy, and I get what I want. All I have to do is show off my hot body, give a smile and a wink, and I have 'em hooked -- no pun intended. I get to taste some cock and make a little money too.

My past seems like a totally different life. I know that at first, you won't believe my story, but if you wait around, I'll show you the last remaining evidence that I was a man.

Yes, that's right. I was a man. Of course you can't tell by looking at me. I don't want to sound vain, but I know I have the goods. Hot body, big breasts, generous round curves, long legs, beautiful long wavy hair, and a wicked smile. I have it all. And I use all of it to my advantage whenever I want. But it wasn't always this way. I was transformed, against my will, into this woman you see before you, by a witch.

Who believes in witches? Nobody! I didn't. I still can't really believe it. But it happened and I'm the proof.

Her name was Vixen. I should have known by her name that she was trouble. But I was mesmerized by her sex appeal. So much so, that I broke my golden rule... I said I loved her.

I'm getting ahead of myself. Let me start at the beginning.

I met her at a pretty trendy club, Johnny Love's, on Polk St. here in the city. She walked in all alone at about Midnight. The place was a madhouse, as it always was on Saturdays. It was the place to be: good looking chicks, and the guys who tried to pick up on them. Anyway, so there I was, and when she walked in, I saw her right away. She was short, about 5' 5", dark brunette hair in flowing curls all the way down to the tip of her butt, pale skin, dark eyes, and extremely curvaceous. She was definitely my type. Hell, she was every guy's type.

I didn't waste any time making my move, every guy in the bar would be on her in seconds. Plus, there is a kind of pecking order to these things. Guys don't just move in on a chick, they look around, size up the competition, defer to seniority, and only then do they make their move. I was very high in the chain; I was rich, good looking, a regular, and extremely interested in this vixen - again, no pun intended. So, I invited her up to the bar and bought her some drinks. We made some small talk. I talked about myself, as usual.

I could tell I had her interest. And she was, without a doubt, looking to get laid. I was making the moves, laughing, telling lame jokes, touching her hand, telling her how beautiful she was. It was obviously working. She was playing right back, touching my thigh, playing with her hair, and giving me an incredible come hither stare. It was only about 30 minutes into it that she said "Let's go back to my place and get comfortable."

We did. I mean, really did. She didn't live too far, maybe five blocks away, on Broadway near Franklin, in one of those big dark mansions. She had a room in the attic with circular windows that looked out onto the gargoyles. It was kind of creepy. I remember seeing one of the gargoyles in silhouette against the full moon.

We were practically naked by the time we got to her room. We were frantically grabbing each other, kissing and panting as we headed up the back steps to her place. Once we got inside, she immediately dropped to her knees and took my cock in her mouth. She groaned and writhed as she deep throated me. It was like she needed to have me inside her as I grabbed that mass of black curls and fucked her throat. She was good. I had never had it that good.

It went on for hours. She was incredible! Every time I was about to come, she knew. She played me out all night, keeping me on the edge of orgasm. I stuck my dick in every orifice she had. She loved all of it, begging and pleading for more, then stopping just as I was about to come. Then she'd start kissing me all over my body, allowing her hair to caress my body, licking my ear. She had me on edge!

By the time it was over, I had had a hard-on for over five hours, my body was tingling all over as she was kissing me. I was delirious, breathless, and dying to come. That's when it happened. She started working down my body, kissing everything, my neck, my tits, my stomach, then, just as she got to my cock, she looked up at me with that beautiful face and said "Are you ready big boy?" I couldn't help myself. I said: "I love you. I LOVE you!" She took me in her mouth, and I crammed my dick all the way into her throat and exploded into her. Finally! I had been waiting to come all night. Immediately, though, I knew I shouldn't have said it. It had gotten me into trouble in the past. It always led to no good.

You see, I was just out for the sex. Always was. It didn't matter who it was that I slept with, I just didn't want a relationship. I had tried to have a serious relationship before, but it was so suffocating! Why would I want that again? I didn't. And I always got into trouble using the "L" word, that four letter word, when I was having sex. Chicks got the wrong impression. Thought I was serious. They'd call, try to get me to meet their friends and their parents. They'd want to go on picnics or to museums or something. I didn't need it. So I had the rule. Never say it.

But I had said it. Just as she was gobbling up my cum, I was literally screaming it: I LOVE YOU!

A little later, I thought it wasn't a problem. In fact, I thought I had maybe turned her off by it. She tried to hustle me out of the room. She kept on pushing me to leave quickly, saying that I couldn't stay, and other weird stuff. So, I shrugged it off, got dressed and headed out. She walked me down the stairs, all the way to the back door. She was rushing me all the way. But then, she planted a huge kiss on me, grabbed my crotch, and said "I'll see you tomorrow," as she slipped a card into my hand. "Call me."

I didn't. Sure the sex was good, but I knew where it was heading... relationship. So I fucked her. So what? I shouldn't have told her that I loved her. She'll get over it. She was hot and could have any guy she wanted. The day went by, I didn't call, and of course, she didn't call me... I never gave her my number.

A week went by, and nothing. I had started to get her out of my mind. I went to Johnny Love's again. I was kind of afraid that I'd see her there, but she didn't show. I met some other girl, and got lucky again. I was back into my routine, and this time I didn't say the "L" word.

About a month passed by, and I was in the bar again. It was another full moon, and kind of a slow night. She showed up. I would have tried to dodge her, but she saw me before I saw her. So I tried to play it off, and went up to her to say hi. Boy was she pissed off! She looked older, tired, and I was wondering what I had ever seen in her. She was yelling some nonsense about how I was supposed to be her 'concubine' or something. How she was rotting all alone up there. That she knew what I had been doing.

She was literally screaming at me. But the weird thing was that nobody seemed to notice. The bar was practically empty, and otherwise empty, but nobody even turned around to see this scene. "You are going to pay, Asshole! You think I'm just a piece of ass? Huh? I'll show you a piece of ass!" She continued to yell like this, forcing me to back up against the bar.

Her face got all twisted up and angry, she grabbed my hands, and she started to make that moaning noise -- like she made during sex. And I got a shock. An electric shock! Then she started laughing, a wild cackling laugh. "You will pay, you cocksucker!" Nobody in the bar noticed! This girl was freaking out, acting weird, and she had me cornered. She continued "You think you can say you love me, and then just walk away? Who do you think you are?"

I was blushing. "What must everybody be thinking?" I thought, as the bar continued to ignore the scene. Vixen went on and on. I didn't catch it all. It was weird stuff about the "L" word and about some magic spell. It occurred to me then just how much she looked like a witch, ugly and wicked. And she was saying something about how I was going to become transformed into a woman - Something about how I was going to be turned into the skirt I was always chasing. Yeah, I know. Weird.

"Your lie will be your undoing, you see. Every time you hear the word "love" you will be one step closer to becoming the little slut that you desire." Anyway, it was a strange encounter.

As Vixen turned to leave the bar, she shot one last menacing glare at me and said "Let me get you started: LOVE!!!" And she turned to go. She was scary. I jumped in my chair as she screamed out the "L" word, and I was completely shake, like an electric shock ran through my body.

The bar started to come back into focus and I shifted in my chair trying to regain my composure. But I get comfortable. I was sweating and my mouth was watering. I think she actually scared me. And the weird thing was, my nipples were hard. Like, really hard. I don't know if that ever happens to you, but it sure felt weird to me. I felt really distracted. I knew I wasn't going to get lucky tonight, not after that episode with Vixen. Plus, I couldn't stop thinking about the word. Love. I overheard some girls in the corner, gossiping about this and that. "...love..." and I was startled each time I heard the word. They must have said it three times. I got an electric jolt each time - a zap that ran through my whole body. I figured I must be wound up from the run-in with Vixen.

So I headed out of there, back to my apartment. On my way back, I put my hand to my chest. My nipples were still hard, and my heart was beating. In fact, my chest felt weird. I couldn't tell exactly what was wrong, but I knew it wasn't right.

I got home, opened a beer, and sat down in front of the tube. I turned to MTV and just zoned out, going over in my mind, that scene in the bar. Then as I was sitting there I got another jolt of electricity, but this one was pretty big. Then another. My whole body was tingling. Then I got another jolt!

It was MTV! Some long hair metal-head was singing a lousy power ballad "I need your Love!" Jolt! Oh great, I thought. I'm still freaked out about Vixen. "Baby I need your Love!" Jolt! No. This was just too weird. This was not just some psychosomatic overreaction to my encounter with Vixen. This felt real! Jolt! Surges of electric sensations ran through my body. I had goose bumps.

My god, was this just me being freaked out, or was it possible that Vixen had some kind of power? The sensation in my chest was growing more prominent. And my scalp was itching. I turned off the TV and ran to the bathroom mirror. I ripped off my shirt, and there they were. Breasts. Not big, but unmistakable. With nice nipples and smooth skin. It even looked like my skin was getting smoother, less hairy. I had tits! I reached out to touch them, and they tingled. A shiver ran up my spine. No way!

I decided that I must be freaking out, because this just wasn't possible. This was not reality. I headed to my room to sleep it off. Every thing would be fine by the morning. Hell, it was late anyway. I slept.

I had the wildest dreams of my life that night. I had always been straight, not a gay bone in my body, but these were definitely not straight dreams. I was a woman in the dreams, always a woman. I had huge tits, and I was wrapping them around cocks and sucking dicks all night. I was writhing, twisting, turning, and getting fucked and sucked. When I woke up in the morning, I had a huge hard-on. Apparently my alarm had gone off 3 hours earlier. It was 11:00 already! The radio had been blaring away, and I didn't even wake up.

Zap! I got jolted again! Jeez, some guy on the radio was singing about love again. Does every song in the world have the word love in it? This Zap felt kind of good. Like a little orgasm. I kind of liked it.

I lay there in the bed and continued to enjoy the new feeling, this little orgasm, and stroked my dick and grabbed my breasts, reliving the dreams I'd had the night before. I was sucking cocks... stroke. Riding them in my tits... stroke. I was getting giddy with pleasure as the song played on the radio, "Don't you love me any more?" The jolts just increased my sense of pleasure and heightened this little fantasy I was having. Zap! I came just as the song ended.

I awoke from my fantasy with cum sprayed all over my body, and I was still grabbing my tits... My tits? Then it all came back to me. That's right, I had a weird encounter with Vixen last night. She hexed me or something. She threatened to turn me into a girl. I looked down at the fleshy mound in my hand and saw them. My god. They were huge... and gorgeous? But what were they doing on my chest? I scrambled up out of bed to really wake and try to get a handle on what was going on here and they bounced and tingled just like real breasts. They still had my cum on them. I looked at myself in the full length mirror on my closet door. There I was. Still hard dick standing at attention, but with breasts. My whole figure looked a little different. It wasn't just the tits, there was something else, but I couldn't quite say what it was... softer, rounder. More feminine. My whole body was different.

I ran from my room to head down to the bathroom. I had to see this in the glare of the bathroom lights. As I headed out of my room, I saw that my roommate Bill was in the kitchen. He might see me!!??!! Just as he was turning around, I jumped back into my room and slammed the door. My breasts heaving from the excitement.

"Hey Jeff. Good Morning to you too!" He shouted from the kitchen. "Are you all right?"

"Oh yeah, fine... one sec." I heard my voice. It sounded higher. Jeez. What was going here. I slipped on my robe, and snuck back out to check myself in the bathroom mirror. I quickly darted past the kitchen and offered "hey" to Bill as I passed by and headed toward the bathroom. When I got in the bathroom, I locked the door, turned on the lights, and tried to assess the situation. Even my face looked different. Where was my morning shadow? My eyebrows looked different. And my hair! What happened here. It was at least three inches longer. I went from a crew cut to a page boy overnight. I was going crazy. That was the only explanation. My head was spinning. This was not possible. This was some kind of illusion or waking nightmare. I felt like I couldn't breathe. There were two heaving mounds of flesh on my chest. They must have been B cups. If they were on a woman, I would have wanted to grab them, kiss them and suck on 'em. But... no way was this real.

I jumped back from the mirror into the shower. Maybe it would clear my head. But throughout the shower, the problem didn't go away. I was washing tits. And more and more of my body hair was washing down the drain. This wasn't good.

I headed back to my room in my robe, trying to hide my face in case Bill saw me. He was in the living room, and he caught a quick glance at me as I headed back into my room.

Again, he yelled across the flat "Hey buddy, what's up? What's with the hair?"

Oh no, he saw me! "Oh, uhhh..." I hesitated. "I'm just growing it out. Going for that hippy look that's in right now." I offered lamely. I heard a grunt as he swallowed down a bite of cereal in front of the TV.

What was I going to do? I couldn't go out like this. I got dressed. I couldn't just keep running around in my robe. My clothes were fitting weird. I couldn't get my pants on over my hips. And my breasts were a problem with my shirt, so I decided to put a sweat suit on. I checked out myself in the mirror, and it wasn't too bad. I was still me. My hair was longer, but hidden behind clothing, I could still pass as me. My face was still mine... mostly. This was truly weird. I was trying to pass as me. I was becoming somebody else and I couldn't stop it.

Then Bill yelled out "Gotta pick up the softball equipment for the game tonight! Jack's not gonna be there. Be back later!" And he headed out the door, slamming it as usual.

That's right, today is Sunday. I'm supposed to play softball tonight! Well, anyway, thank god Bill left. I walked out of my bedroom into the living room. He left the TV on. I sat down and started watching ESPN. It felt good to zone out and not be freaked out about my situation for a while. I just sat there and watched the TV. They were talking about the Wimbledon finals. Tennis. After about 15 minutes of commentary, the game was back on and Zap! "15 - Love." I got a shock and my tits jumped out some more. I was transforming again! I was afraid, but it felt so good. Zap! "30 - Love." Oooohhhh! Orgasmic. I was wriggling on the couch, as the tingling sensation coursed through my body, and getting lost in the feeling. My hands were rubbing up and down my body... Oooohhhh! So soft. So sensitive. Like sex. No!!!

I reached for the remote and turned off the TV. I had to get out of here. I can't just sit here and let this happen. I ran outside and hopped into my car. I started driving. I didn't know where I was going, but I had to go. As I was turning onto Van Ness I got zapped again by a song on the radio. My breasts jumped out again and tested the limits of my sweatshirt, my nipples showing prominently. They were getting obvious. The zap felt so good! I couldn't deny it. I was driving, lost in my own world, feeling a sexual tingle all over my body, especially my tits. I got zapped again and an orgasmic tingle coursed through my body. It felt amazing. Like those dreams I had the night before. The sex. My big tits getting fucked by a huge dick. The feelings washed over me as I got zapped again and again.

I felt one of my hands reaching up under my sweatshirt and massaging my tits. I rubbed the nipples and a shiver ran down my spine. What would it be like if there were no consequences? I could just get lost in this feeling. Enjoy it. And if my body wanted tits, then it could have them. Especially if they felt this good. I rolled down my window, felt the wind blow in my hair, and I jutted my chest out and felt my nipples caressing the fabric inside my sweatshirt. Sooooo gooood. I felt free to enjoy this feeling. Zap! Zap! Zap!

I was still driving, but not fully aware of my surroundings. I was feeling myself up with one hand, and wiggling my but into the seat. Was this what it felt like to be a woman? All my life, I had tried to get close to women, not fully understanding their desires, wanting to possess their beauty. Now, I was being turned into a woman. I could be that woman. I could possess her completely. I licked my lips, my mouth watering with desire. A woman. I felt proud. This new feeling was fantastic! A woman. I could be a woman. I could imagine having sex as a woman. I could use these tits. I was stroking my cock, up and down. Rubbing my tits. The fantasies returned. I was a woman. I had a cock in my hand, another in my mouth, and still another working into my ass... stroke. A woman. Stroke. Then, for the second time that day, I blasted cum all over myself.

I was startled awake from my fantasy by my orgasm. I checked myself out in the rearview mirror, expecting to see the beautiful woman I had been imagining. I was a little disappointed. I had no make-up, and I was wearing a sweatshirt. This was not how the whore in my fantasy would dress. How would she dress? How would I dress? I was no longer running from my transformation. I was running toward it.

I continued to look in the mirror, trying to comprehend my appearance. I was more feminine than ever. I had a beautiful face, my hair now down to my shoulders in lovely brunette curls. I could actually pass. But I needed some clothes. I needed a makeover..

I found myself in the parking lot of Stonestown mall, and parked the car. I sat there for a few minutes. I needed to get comfortable with my new appearance. Can I go out like this? Look at me? It isn't me. But, then again nobody knew me here. I looked like a woman out for a morning jog. I gathered up my thoughts, "I'm just a woman out for a jog, stopping by the mall."

I stepped out of the car. I felt extremely self conscious. Look at me. I was wearing a sweatsuit. And my shoes! They were men's running shoes, and clearly too large. What a mess. I headed straight for Nordstrom, feeling my tits bounce as I walked.

As I got to the door, a man opened up the door for me to let me in. He offered me a smile and gestured for me to go first. Wow! Ladies first. I was passing as a woman. He didn't seem to notice anything out of the ordinary. I determined to work on passing, and tried a new walk. Swish. Sway. My hips move back and forth, my feet move one in front of the other, my hair bounces. Woman. It felt perfectly natural. Like I had been doing it all my life.

What was I doing? I stopped near the jewelry counter. This was insane. I'm not a woman. I'm Jeff. I'm going to play softball tonight. I can't do this.

I was coming out of my mental state, grabbing for reality. What was I thinking? That I was going to somehow transform? This wasn't right. I began to look around the store and really see it, and wonder what I was doing there. I was afraid. I needed to get out of there. I needed to be me. To fight this.

I was startled again by the realization that a counterperson had been addressing me and I hadn't noticed.

"Miss. Miss? Excuse me. Ma'am? Can I help you?"

I turned to see her. She had a worried look on her face. "Can I get you something? You look a little faint" she offered. I shook my head no and felt my hair flow about my shoulders. My reflection was looking back at me from a mirror on the counter. Can it be so? How can it be? She is so pretty. It can't be my reflection. Something was desperately wrong in the universe. My world was falling apart. I couldn't reconcile it.

"Perhaps you should sit down." She came around from behind the counter and gently let me to a stool in front on the jewelry display. "Are you OK?"

"No. I'm... Unh..." I heard my voice. A woman's voice. "I don't feel myself." I had a woman's voice. I turned to look into another mirror and examined my reflection. "I don't understand." I saw the words coming from my mouth. I touched my hand to my lips and saw and felt it. My lips. My hands. I saw my hands for the first time. They were so delicate, with long nails and soft skin. As I examined my hands, a lock of brunette hair fell across my eyes and I instinctively brushed it away. I caught this in the mirror and saw a woman's hand, mine, running her fingers through her long hair. It looked so natural, but I knew it was all wrong. This woman in the mirror was beautiful. Extremely so. I could barely make out my old face from her features. My features were disappearing. I was being replaced.

"Can I call a doctor?" The woman sounded really concerned.

"No. I'll be fine. I just need a moment." I was amazed to feel the words coming from my lips and to see them spoken by a gorgeous brunette in the mirror. "I'll be fine."

"OK... I'll be right here behind the counter. Let me know if I can help you."

I nodded and grunted acknowledgment. I was a little embarrassed to be getting this attention. What must she think of me? I got to my feet. I had to get away from there.

As I headed away, I passed through the Junior Miss department. There was neon and TV screens playing loud rock music. I looked at the clothing as I walked through the department. Form fitting clothes, designed to fit a female form. Designed to fit around these tits I now had. To hug these large hips and small waist. I was looking at all of it objectively. As if I was removed from the situation. This was a woman's figure, and it was designed to fit into these clothes.

Jolt! Damn! It was the rock music. Some damn song using the "L" word again. But just as quickly as I got upset, the waves of sexual tingling took over my body again. Jolt! I was stopped in my tracks. As the waves of pleasure swept over my body. My nipples were hard, and I could feel my cock rising in my sweats. Jolt! So good! I could feel my tits growing. My waist shrinking. My hips flaring. My hair growing longer down my back. Zap! Again. My mouth was watering and I was standing there and writhing in sexual ecstasy, my hips thrusting forward and back. I was running my fingers through my hair and licking my lips, rocking to the sexual beat off the music. Zap! My cock was fully erect now, pushing my sweats ridiculously upward as I continued to stand in the aisle of the Junior Miss department. Zap! I didn't know if anybody saw me, but I didn't care as my body was overcome with sexual frenzy.

It felt so good. This body felt so right. So feminine. I had turned from a scared male in a woman's body into a writhing woman (with a hard dick) turned on by her own sexuality. I must have been there for five minutes, reeling in pleasure. Getting more and more comfortable with my new body and the sensations it could offer. I pushed my arms together at my sides and enjoyed the sight of my breasts jutting outward, an obvious expression of my femininity. They must have been D cups. But they were covered up by this miserable cotton sweatshirt. So unbecoming. Tits like these were meant for show.

Somehow, I knew I was still Jeff, but I was completely overcome by the sensations running through my body. With each jolt I was more and more aware that I was meant to be a woman. A slut. A total whore. And I was awarded as my awareness grew with waves of sexual pleasure. I was carried by the waves to a awareness that I should go along with it. Reap the rewards of the transformation. Use this new body as it was intended. Still standing there in the aisle, with a raging hard on, I began to move again. I placed a hand over my dick and tucked the head under the waistband of my sweats, hiding it from view. I started to see these clothes in a new light. How would that look on me? Would it show my breasts? Would it feel soft against my skin? Would I look hot in it? I decided there and then to go through with it. No backing out. This feeling felt too good to ignore.

Where to go first? Lingerie! Oh wow! I could see my curves in some lingerie!

I headed up to lingerie. I felt my new walk. It was sexy. My tits jiggled and my hair, now all the way down my back, swayed back and forth with the motion of my hips. It felt ridiculous to be wearing these clothes while feeling this way. I needed an outfit to match my mood.

I got to lingerie and was rewarded with racks and racks of sexy undergarments. I wanted to try on everything. It felt so feminine to be browsing through this department. Just another woman. I was feeling all the fabrics, checking out the lace and imagining myself in the garments. I grabbed a few things and went to the dressing room. I stripped from my sweats and grabbed a bra. D cup. I slipped it on, after fiddling with straps, and found it to be too small. My tits were squeezed up and together, causing ridiculous amounts of cleavage to protrude outward. Wow, these breasts were huge! Then I slipped on a pair of silk panties. Their soft fabric caressed my skin and came up to hug my waist, barely containing my still obvious cock and balls. I tucked my cock backward in the panties, trying in vain to hide it. Then came the garter and stockings. It took a while to figure out how to put them on, but boy was it worth it. The stockings felt so cool and refreshing on my legs, causing them to tingle with every movement.

I needed to see this outfit on me, but there was no mirror. I headed out of the dressing room and sought out a mirror. There just at the entrance to the dressing rooms was a three way mirror.

I caught my reflection and was stunned. Could that be real? My curves were beyond beautiful and entered into the realm of fantasy. I looked like a comic book goddess. My long wavy brunette curls flowed down my back and my soft skin was barely contained by the skimpy and sexy outfit. This was my first glimpse at this figure exposed, dressed in erotic lingerie.

"Finding everything you need?" The salesperson interrupted my self admiration session.

I turned to see her. A fairly plain girl, trying to overcompensate with makeup for her obvious shortcomings. "I'm finding everything OK thanks." She was staring at me. She was undoubtedly amazed at my proportions.

After swapping the bra for a 38 DD cup, I left the undergarments on under my sweats and brought the tags up to the register to pay. The underwear was so soft. It felt so decadent. I was wearing lingerie under my sweats. I loved the way it hugged my curves.

After paying, I made several more stops. I picked up a short red dress... just short enough so that when I bent over just a little, my garters showed. I got some 4 inch high pumps. Fuck me shoes. I got some jewelry... earrings, bracelet, anklet, rings, hair comb, necklace. I got a makeover in the makeup department. I got my hair done last.

Getting my hair done was the best part. I had already been totally dolled up. My hair had been growing, and with each zap was getting more luscious, thick, wavy, soft and long. By the time I got to the hair stylist, my hair reached the tip of my butt. If I tilted my head back, I could feel my curls massaging my butt. It was glorious. The hair stylists loved my hair and washed, trimmed, curled and styled until it was gorgeous. I couldn't believe it as I was watching in the mirror as they were finishing up. There in the mirror, I saw the most gorgeous woman I had ever seen. She was the perfect woman. My dream woman. I had luscious tits, gorgeous hair, flowing down past the arms of the chair, and that smile. I loved the smile. Every time I smiled, I saw a look that said, come fuck me. Come stick your dick between my perfectly painted lips and let me suck you dry. As I enjoyed this image, my dick started to get hard and push up on the dress, leaving a little wet spot. I put my hand, with it's newly painted nails, over the bulge to hide it. Nobody seemed to notice right away, until it was time to get up. I'm sure Francesca noticed. But luckily, she was polite enough not to say anything.

I headed out of there, and started to go back to my place. The radio was playing again, and I continued to get zapped. I had multiple orgasms. Female orgasms. I reveled in my new femininity and rollicked in my sexy new clothes. I was lost in a dreamworld where I was a woman, and I was having outrageous sex. I got home, went in. I was surrounded by the evidence of my previous life and felt extremely kinky walking around my apartment. It felt so perverse to be this woman, knowing that I was Jeff inside. I walked through the apartment... appreciating it for the first time as a woman. I heard the sound of my high heels clicking on the floors as I started pacing in the living room. I was unsatisfied. Here I was, the dream woman, but all alone. I needed to test my limits. I needed to experience these fantasies.

I got an idea. Pizza! I ordered a pizza to be delivered.

35 minutes later, my mark arrived. "Ding-Dong." The doorbell announced his arrival. I opened the door, and saw the man I was about to devour. He was Italian. About 5'10" and dark. I was about to find out if it was true what they said about the size of Italian cock. I invited him in, and turned to head to the kitchen. He followed. He was obviously excited at the prospect. I told him to place the pizza on the table. I was giving every indication that I was hot, and that I wanted more than pizza.

"Now, where did I put my money? Can you come in here for a second while I look for my money?" I directed him over to the living room by the TV. "Oh, there it is!" I pointed down to the cabinet near his feet, where I had placed the money moments before. I dropped to my knees, placing one hand on his thigh for balance, and began counting the money. He was shifting back and forth on his feet with nervous tension. I felt energized, in control, and ready for anything. After fumbling with the money for a minute, I looked up from my position on my knees and said "Y'know, I have the money, but, now that I see you, I'd rather work it off in trade."

He stood there for a few moments, wondering if heard me and understood my meaning. As I reached up, sliding my hand up his leg toward his crotch, I gave him a look that made my meaning very clear. He was unable to say anything, but he nodded, and that was enough for me.

I was going to savor this moment. With my hand on his crotch, I bent forward, pushing my tits into his leg, and placed my open mouth onto his jeans, breathing out, warming him up. I felt his cock stir. I took a deep breath with my nose, taking in his scent. Musky and masculine. His jeans began to swell with his manhood. I rubbed my hand firmly into his groin, sizing him up, finding him, cupping his meat with my palm, still breathing him in. He continued to grow in my hand, stretching his jeans. I cocked my head back, allowing my hair to flow down to my buttocks, then, while staring him in the eye, took my tongue and ran it from his balls, up to his zipper in a slow sensual rub.

He was groaning. In pain from the torment. He wanted me now. I reached in and slowly unzipped his pants. His cock immediately began pressing out. I took his cock all the way out of its prison, balls and all. It was fully erect now and huge. His cock stared me in the face. I wanted to take it in. All the way in. I let go of his cock and reached around to grab his butt. His cock stood out, raised and ready for sex. I took a deep breath again, taking in his scent. This was good. I cocked my head sideways and wrapped my lips around his balls. I felt them jiggle in my mouth. I worked them with my tongue, and enjoyed their salty musk. Slowly my tongue slid up the base of his cock toward the head. I gave him a look that conveyed my deepest satisfaction as I cocked my head sideways, and began to take his cock into my mouth. His head slipped in between my lips and met my tongue with a salty load off precum. My lips took him in until his dick was deep in my mouth, pressing toward my throat. His dick was throbbing in my mouth, begging for more. His moans were getting louder. My lips opened still further, reaching for the base of his dick. I wanted to take all of him inside of me. The head of his cock pressed into my throat. I tilted my head further to offer my throat to his throbbing dick. Then grabbing his butt, I pulled him further inside of me, down my throat. My lips worked the base of his cock, his pubic hair making a warm home for my face. The entire length of his dick was inside of me as I stuck my tongue out to reach for his balls. I had him in me. This was what I wanted. Sex. His dick was throbbing when he let out a desperate whimper "take it." He began to shoot his semen down into me. Gobs and gobs of semen straight into my stomach, warming my insides. I began to pull his cock from my throat as he continued to ejaculate. He filled my mouth with each orgasmic throb of his dick. Mmmmm. His salty jism made me even more horny. I continued to pull his cock from my mouth, swallowing all the jism he offered, and allowed him to continue to cum on my face. It shot out onto my lips and my cheek, I watched as his throbbing organ continued to bury my face in his love juice. My mouth opened, hoping to catch some cum in mid air, landing on my tongue. This was heaven. I licked my lips and let the cum stay on my face.

I looked up at him as the last of his cum dripped from his cock. I worked my hand up his dick to get the last drip onto my tongue while I looked straight into his face. "Mmmmm. That was good, but you aren't done yet." I said.

Then, I turned around, hiked up my dress and leaned onto the coffee table, sticking my butt out toward him. "Take me!" I yelled. "Take me in the ass!!!" I pulled my panties down to offer my asshole to him. "Take me!" I begged.

Luckily, he didn't wait. He moved in and placed his hands on my gartered hips. His dick tickled my butt crack. "Oooohhhh... Mmmmmm." I groaned. I needed to feel him inside of me. He was directly behind me now and began to work his dick in and around my hole, massaging my buttocks with his tool. My anus throbbed and tingled with every pass of his teasing dick. He'd work toward my opening, pausing to press firmly into my, then continue to work my ass, around and around, teasing me. "Oooohhh! I need it. Come into me!" He worked the head of his dick into my sphincter, pausing, enjoying the game. It hurt and my flesh opened up wide to allow him into me. I worked with the pain and tried to open up further. Take him in. I began to press back on him to try to get him fully inside of me when he grabbed my hips and suddenly thrust all the way in. Ahhhh! Pain!! His cock pressed all the way up into me, searing flesh, burning, tearing up. His cock stayed there as he pulled me onto him with his manly strength. Slowly the pain worked into a sexual pain, deep, intense and perfect. I rubbed my ass into him, hoping to get more. "Fuck Me!!! Fuck Me!!" I heard myself yelling. I was a prom queen in the back of a chevy gettin fucked in the asshole. He started moving his cock in and out, slamming into me. Over and over. The pain was intense. I arched my back and cried with pain and joy. My tits were jiggling as he continually pummeled my ass with his dick, back and forth. I loved it.

"Looks like fun. Can I join in?"

That was Bill's voice. We stopped cold. I turned my pretty face, covered in cum, around to see my roommate standing there in the kitchen doorway, eating a slice of my pizza. He was staring right at me! But he gave no sign that he recognized me and continued to enjoy his pizza. "Don't stop on my account." He said with a tinge of sarcasm in his voice. "I don't know how you two got in here, and why you are doing it on my floor, but..."

I made a move, realizing that he didn't recognize me. "We're waiting for you. Why don't you come over here and let me suck your dick" I said as I still had the pizza guy's dick in my ass. This wasn't going to work unless I got the pizza guy and Bill both going. Imagine, I thought, I can get two guys going at once!

I pulled my well worked ass off of the pizza guy's dick and crawled over to Bill on all fours. "Let me show you what we were doing..." I said as I reached up for his cock. He was already hard. He must have been turned on from watching us. He moved my hand out of the way, and whipped his cock out of his pants. Then he grabbed my head of curls, and started to move my head toward his dick. It was smaller than the pizza guy's dick, but had a nice long slender curve to it. I opened my mouth and started to swallow him up as he pushed into me, fucking my mouth.

After a few moments, I heard the pizza guy, left all alone with his dick hanging out, clear his throat. I stopped sucking for a moment and said "Don't just stand there, you have a job to finish!" He was only too happy to get back into fucking my behind. I took Bill's cock back in-between my lips while sticking my ass out. The pizza guy got into position and working his dick into my ass. I had two cocks inside of me! I could smell Bill's cock as he thrust into my face, and feel my ass being ripped open with another. We worked in time, back and forth. Oh yes! I moaned with a mouth full of cock. My own dick was pushing back and forth under my dress, getting harder and more excited. My anus was throbbing with the thrusting of the pizza guy's dick as I slobbered on the other. God Yes!!! I groaned. I thought I was going to cum in my dress. Then I could sense that Bill was going to cum so I focused on the pizza guy. I wanted us to all cum in me at the same time - three throbbing fountains of cum centered on my gorgeous body. I worked my ass around and flipped my hair, knowing that this drove guys nuts. "Oh!!! Fuck me! Fuck me in the ass!! Harder!!" That was all it took. They both exploded in bursts of cum into my face and my ass and I shot cum into my dress. Throbbing dicks thrusting cum. So warm. I was being filled up. This was good. I had both men. They came inside of me. I could taste the juice of both men inside of me. I knew this was not going to be the last time. I loved the feel of these two dicks inside of me throbbing, pushing and pulling, with me in the middle.

That's how it started. I was completely transformed into my ideal woman by Vixen. I am a sex starved whore. A lot has happened. But, as you can see, here I am. I'm a hooker. I'm a hooker, who does it because she likes it. I need the sex, and this is the best way to get it. Plus, I can earn a living while doing it.

Now, enough about me. I want to get in those pants of yours...