Now comfortable in her life as a crossdressing secretary/whore, Suzy gets a surprise that promises to provide a whole new level of enjoyment for her and the men around her.
Suzy Unleashed
Chapter 13
It’s been quite a while since I updated my diary, so I need to apologize for that. Some things haven’t changed: I’m still living as a woman, still controlled by my wife, Kathy, and still working as a receptionist/secretary/whore. Some things, however, have changed, and this is the story of those changes. If you’ve read my previous stories, you know that I had learned to accept the fact that I am no longer really a man. Actually, I guess that’s not entirely correct; more accurately, I learned to accept the fact that I was never really a man. Oh, sure, I was born with balls and a dick, and for most of my life I thought that made me a man, but then Kathy took over my life and forced me to understand that having balls didn’t mean I was a man. As for my dick, well, she made sure that I understood just how pathetically small and useless it really was and that it was actually little more than a slightly oversized clit. Even though I resisted, she taught me that I was much more desirable and useful as a woman than I had ever been as a man. To my surprise, I discovered that being a highly desirable woman was a lot more fun than being an undesirable man. I also discovered that there was something about sucking cock that I just couldn’t resist. The “naughtiness” of being on my knees, kissing and licking a soft cock and feeling it grow in my hands and mouth was intoxicating and thrilling in a way that being with a woman had never been. Despite my reluctance, I gradually learned to accept the fact that I thoroughly enjoyed sucking cock, which inevitably led to my acceptance of getting fucked by men. When Kathy arranged for me to get a job working as a receptionist/secretary/whore, my life really took off. My prior stories have provided all the details of that, so all I’ll say now is that my typical work day includes blowing two or three of my company’s customers as “rewards” for their contracts. Most days I also blow my boss, and he generally fucks me on Mondays and Fridays. Of course, I also have an active sex life out of the office, sucking and fucking several men that Kathy has introduced me to. However, this part of my story starts just before the anniversary of my accepting that job. I didn’t even notice the date until Kathy pointed it out to me in her typical, blunt manner: “Suzy, honey,” she asked one morning, “do you know what today is?” When I admitted I didn’t, she laughed. “It’s one year from the day you last dressed as a man! You’ve now been a woman for a year!” When I admitted that I hadn’t realized it, she giggled and asked if I missed being a man.
“Not really,” I shrugged. “I mean, sometimes I think about it and wonder how I got where I am, but not often.”
“Would you want to go back to that life?” she asked.
“Not really,” I replied quickly. “I mean, it might happen someday, but right now I can’t imagine going back to that. My life now is so exciting and so much fun.
Compared to how boring my life as a man was…well, really there is no comparison.”
“I was hoping you would feel that way,” Kathy smiled, “because I sure wouldn’t want to go back to the way we were. You know, now that you’ve made it as a woman for a year, I see today more like a birthday for you than anything else. It’s like an entirely new woman came into the world.”
“It is sort of like that,” I agreed. “So, happy birthday to me, I guess.”
“Yes, happy birthday, darling,” she smiled. “I’ll have your present ready by the time you get home from work!”
I laughed and warned her, “Don’t forget, this is Friday. That means Joe will probably want to fuck me after work, so I’ll most likely be a little late getting home.”
“How could I forget?” she laughed back. “You’ve been getting home late every Friday for a year!”
My day at work was pretty standard (at least by my new standards): I entertained all of Joe’s appointments in the waiting area by “accidentally” flashing my panties as I got them coffee and gave blowjob rewards to a couple of our bigger customers when they signed new contracts. As expected, after the official work day was over, Joe called me into his office. “I hear a celebration is in order,” he grinned as I walked to his desk. “Happy birthday, Suzy!”
“I see you’ve been talking to Kathy,” I observed. “Thank you.”
“Well,” he confessed, “she did call and ask me not to spend too much time fucking you tonight. I guess she has some big plans for you.”
“I guess,” I smiled. “I don’t know what they are, but knowing Kathy, I’m sure it will be interesting.”
“Well, we’d better not keep her waiting then,” he said, standing and unbuckling his pants.
"True,” I smiled as I dropped to my knees in front of him. By the time I got his pants and underwear off, he was already gorgeously hard. I kissed my way up and down his shaft before sliding him between my lips and sucking him for a few minutes. “Mmmm,” I purred looking up at him, “I do love your cock. I’m sooooooo glad you’re my boss.”
"And I’m glad you’re my whore,” he grinned. “Now, let’s get those panties off so I can get you home to Kathy like I promised her.” Obediently, I stood and pulled my panties off, letting them fall to the floor at my feet. Stepping out of them, I took my position, bent over his desk as he pulled his tube of lubricant from his desk drawer.
Seconds later, I felt the familiar sensation of his cock sliding into my ass. “Ooooh,” I moaned softly, “that feels so good! I’ve been waiting for this all day!”
“Well, think of it as your birthday present,” he grunted as he buried his cock inside me.
“Mmmmmmm!” I gasped. “What a nice present! Thank you for the birthday fuck!”
“Well, they say it’s better to give than to receive,” he groaned, “and this convinces me they’re right.”
“I don’t know,” I groaned back. “I’m sort of enjoying the receiving part!”
“Then you’re going to love receiving this,” he joked, slamming into me. I gasped as I felt his balls bounce off of mine. “Oh, yeah,” Joe hissed, “just as I thought.
You love a nice hard fuck, don’t you?”
“God, yessssss,” I moaned. “Oh, God, yes! I love when you fuck me like this!”
“Then, happy birthday, cunt,” he said, pounding into my ass even harder. “Enjoy yourself.” He spent the next five minutes fucking me like a wild man, literally driving me into his desk with every thrust before his cock finally exploded. The sensation of his sperm blasting deep inside of me was enough to send me over the top and into my own orgasm. By the time I recovered, he had already pulled out of me and was pulling his pants back up. He slapped my ass and ordered, “OK, bitch, get your panties on and get out of here. The last thing I need is to get Kathy mad at me for keeping you too long.”
My legs were a little rubbery, but I managed to get my panties back into place and walk to my car for the drive home. When I got there, Kathy was waiting. “I knew Joe couldn’t resist making you late,” she shook her head. “You need to get cleaned up. I’ll lay out an outfit for you.”
I hurried through a shower, cleaning up the remnants of Joe’s cum from my ass and legs and made my way to the bedroom. On the bed was a package wrapped in “happy birthday” paper. I opened it to find a tiny (even by my standards) white dress. I wasn’t sure I could even get it on, but I knew Kathy wouldn’t take no for an answer, so I dutifully put on my bra, panties and pantyhose, then managed to wriggle into it. It was literally skin-tight, and barely covered my ass. “I’m glad it’s sleeveless,” I said as I looked in the mirror. “At least I’ll be able to move my arms without pulling it up to my waist!” I put on my makeup, some nice big gold hoop earrings and found a pair of sexy 5” heels that matched the dress and made my way down stairs.
“Wow!” Kathy smiled approvingly. “I thought you’d look great in that dress, but I didn’t know you’d look THAT great! It’s a good thing I’m not a man or I’d probably be fucking you in the next two minutes!”
“Thank you,” I smiled. “I’m glad you like it. So, is this my birthday present?”
“Oh, this is only a small part of your present,” she smiled. “The next part should be here any time now.”
“And what is that?” I asked innocently, even though I suspected it meant she had one of her friends stopping over to pull the dress off of me.
Before she could answer, the doorbell rang. “You’re about to find out,” she grinned. “Come with me.” We walked to the front door and she opened it to reveal a guy I had never seen before. He was tall, well-built, with light brown hair and beautiful blue eyes, which immediately ran up and down my body. He grinned, sending a tingle through me, as Kathy said, “Suzy, this is Tim. Tim, meet Suzy.”
Tim stepped forward, leaned in and kissed me gently on the lips. “It’s really nice to meet you, Suzy,” he smiled. “You’re even prettier than Kathy said.”
“Thank you,” I blushed. “It’s nice to meet you, too.”
“OK,” Kathy said. “You two have fun.”
I glanced at her in confusion as Tim slid his arm around my waist. “Oh, we will,” he replied. “Don’t wait up.”
Kathy laughed. “I won’t.” Tim guided me out the door and to his car, where he opened the door for me, smiling broadly. It may have been chivalrous, but it also got him a quick reward, since the tight, short dress made it completely impossible for me to get into the car without giving him a generous view of my panties. His eyes lit up as he closed the door, letting me know that he hadn’t missed the show. I managed to tug the hem of the dress as far down my legs as possible while he circled over to the driver’s door, but that didn’t help much, since there just wasn’t any material to pull down. I resigned myself to accepting the fact that he was going to continue to get a great view, and consoled myself by realizing that Kathy had probably prepared him to expect me to behave like an exhibitionistic whore. When he got into the car, his eyes again found my hemline and sparkled. The fact that he blatantly stared and smiled told me that I was right about what Kathy had told him. That knowledge did help me relax a little, and by the time he pulled into a restaurant parking lot, I no longer was too self-conscious of the show I was putting on.
In the restaurant, Tim made a point of requesting a booth, and when we were seated, he slid in next to me rather than across the table. “I think this is much friendlier, don’t you?” he asked.
“I guess so,” I managed to smile back at him.
“Great,” he grinned. “I’m glad you’re comfortable with it.” A second later, I felt his hand on my knee. He squeezed it playfully then slid his hand up my leg almost to the hem of my dress. When I gasped in surprise, he laughed. “Oh, come on, Suzy,” he said, “Kathy told me how adventurous you are. Surely a hand on your leg isn’t going too far.”
“Ad-adventurous?” I managed to stammer. “I, I’m not sure what she meant by that.”
He laughed again. “Well, adventurous is my term, not hers,” he admitted. “I was trying to be polite. What she really said is that you’re a total slut and that you’ll
do anything I want. Is that easier to understand?”
I nodded. “Yeah,” I gulped. “That definitely sounds more like something Kathy would say.”
He squeezed my thigh gently and asked, “Do you want to know what else she told me?”
My heart was pounding in my chest, and I really wasn’t sure I wanted to hear more, but I decided it was better to know what she said than to guess. “Yes,” I answered softly. “What did she say?”
His grin got even larger. “She said you’re the best cocksucker I’m ever going to meet, and that you’re almost as good at fucking as you are at sucking.”
“Oh, God!” I gasped, realizing that Kathy had said even more than I had feared.
Tim responded by using his free hand to turn my face toward his. Before I could react, he kissed me. The kiss was soft and gentle, but insistent, and he held it for a full five seconds before moving his face away. “I hope to find out if she was telling the truth about both of those,” he said, squeezing my thigh again. At that instant, our waiter appeared, interrupting the conversation, but not interrupting Tim’s stroking of my inner thigh, which he continued while we ordered. By the time the waiter left the table, there was no doubt in my mind that before the night was over I would be doing my best to show him that Kathy hadn’t been exaggerating.
Tim continued to slide his hand over my leg throughout dinner, one time even managing to slip it under my hemline and brush my panties before I was able to stop him. When I did, he chuckled softly and said, “Come on, Suzy, there’s no need to be shy. We both know that I’m going to be fucking you in less than an hour, don’t we?”
“I, I guess so,” I stammered, “but still….”
“Still what?” he interjected. “Are you telling me that you don’t like it when a man touches you?”
“I didn’t say that,” I gulped. “It’s just that everyone is watching us.”
He looked around at the rest of the restaurant, realized I was right and shrugged. “OK,” he said, “if that bothers you, I’ll stop. It’s just that based on what Kathy told me, I didn’t think you’d care who saw what.”
“Well,” I tried to explain, “there are a couple families with kids over there, and they probably shouldn’t be seeing things like that.”
He smiled and nodded. “OK, that’s a good point. If that’s the reason, I can accept it. Just so you aren’t stopping me because you don’t like me.”
“Oh, God, no!” I exclaimed. “I like you a lot! I really do!”
“Good,” he grinned, “because you’re going to get a lot of me.”
By the time we finished dinner, there was no doubt in my mind where we were heading next, and I was right: Tim drove straight to his house. We had barely closed the door behind us when he pushed me against the wall, pressed his body tightly against mine and planted his mouth on mine. I have to admit, the man could certainly kiss—his lips were somehow both firm and soft against mine at the same time, and his obvious passion took my breath away. In the year that I’ve been Suzy full-time, I’ve been kissed by a few men, but those were almost always either perfunctory pecks or semi-interested attempts from guys who had no idea about my “secret” and were merely trying to encourage me to go down on them. Tim, however, clearly meant to make every second that our lips were together better than the moment before. His hands were now roaming freely all over my body, and even if I could have thought of an excuse to stop him, I wouldn’t have used it. I could feel his growing erection pressing against me as his tongue entered my mouth. I sucked on it gently, then returned the favor, running my tongue across his teeth. He bit down gently, causing me to gasp, before again massaging my lips with his. I can honestly say that I had never felt this feminine and my lust was hitting a new high (which is saying a lot for me). His hands found the zipper in the back of my dress and I felt the dress loosen as he pulled it down. His hands moved to my shoulders and he tugged gently on the dress. It slid down my arms, exposing my bra as it fell to my waist. Tim’s hands followed the dress down my body, guiding it over my hips. As the dress fell to the floor, his hands cupped my ass cheeks and pulled my body tighter against his. “Ready to show me all that talent Kathy promised?” he whispered in my ear. I moaned a soft response and he kissed me again. “I’ll take that as a yes,” he purred into my mouth, before lifting me off the floor.
I wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck as he pressed me even harder against the wall. His hard cock was now pressing through his pants and against my panty-covered crotch. “Oh, God, I want you,” I moaned helplessly.
“Not as much as I want you,” he whispered back. He turned, still holding me off the floor and somehow carried me to his bedroom, where he gently lowered me to the bed. I relaxed my grip and he stepped back. He quickly peeled off his shirt and kicked off his shoes, then dropped his pants. As he stepped out of them, I stared at his perfect body and moaned. The man was absolutely gorgeous, and the only thing more remarkable than his movie-star looks was the huge bulge clearly evident in his tightly stretched underwear.
I was off the bed and on my knees in front of him before I even realized I was considering it, my hands tugging at the elastic waistband desperately. As I pulled down, I was rewarded by the sight of his cock springing free, inches from my face. “Oh, God,” I moaned, “your cock is as perfect as the rest of your body!” I kissed it gently, inhaling the manly fragrance, then engulfed the head eagerly in my mouth. I briefly thought, “Best birthday present ever,” before my thoughts focused entirely on pleasuring the man standing in front of me. He let me suck his cock for several minutes before he grabbed the back of my head and held it still. From experience, I knew exactly what that meant, so I wasn’t surprised when his cock erupted, filling my mouth with hot, sweet cum. I wrapped my fingers around the part of his cock not inside my mouth and jerked him off, encouraging him to spew every drop of nectar his ball held. When his orgasm subsided, he released his grip and stepped backwards, smiling down at me. I opened my mouth as his cock slid out and inhaled, enjoying the taste of the air rushing over the load of sperm still in my mouth. I ran my tongue through the thick liquid, savoring the taste before looking up into his eyes and swallowing.
“Damn,” he groaned, “you’re even better than Kathy said.”
“Thank you,” I blushed, “I’m so glad you enjoyed it.”
He grinned. “It looked like you enjoyed it as much as I did,” he said.
“Ohhhh, I did,” I assured him. “I have to confess, I love sucking cock…especially when the cock is as nice as yours! And, oh my God, your cum is so delicious! I hope there’s more where that came from.”
“Bet on it,” he laughed, “and I promise to let you taste every drop. But first, there’s something else I need to do.” He reached down and grabbed my arms, pulling me to my feet. To my surprise, he didn’t hesitate to kiss me, despite the fact that I knew my breath smelled of cum. As he did, his hands slid down my body, finding the waist bands of my pantyhose and panties. Within seconds, he had them pulled down below my ass, and I felt my body shiver. He guided me backwards, pushing me onto the bed, then pulled my pantyhose and panties down my legs, eventually pulling them and my shoes off. Swinging me around, he climbed onto the bed between my legs and lay on top of me, supporting his weight with his arms. “You are so sexy,” he whispered. “I’m going to really love fucking you.”
“Don’t talk about it,” I moaned back. “Just do it, please!”
He grinned and pulled my hand to his cock, which was already stiff again. “Your wish is my command,” he said, lifting my calves to his shoulders. I closed my eyes in anticipation and when I opened them, a condom had appeared from nowhere and was already in place on his hard shaft. He pressed forward and I guided his cock to its target. He pushed deeper and I moaned contentedly, causing his grin to get even broader. “Do you like that?” he asked.
“Oh, God, yes,” I managed to moan. “It’s wonderful!”
“Just wait,” he promised, “it will get even better.”
I didn’t think it could, but I was so, so wrong: over the next 20 minutes or so, he fucked me in a way I’d never experienced, sometimes gently, sometimes forcefully, but always passionately and even lovingly. I was aware that I was moaning and whimpering uncontrollably, mostly some combination of “Yes, oh, yes”,
“Oh my God”, and “fuck me”. In the rare moments that I could actually focus my eyes, I could see his face above me, framed by my legs, and he smiled and strained to bury his cock inside me. Then, the world exploded before my eyes as one of the biggest orgasms I had ever felt blew through my body. When my eyes were able to focus again, I could see him, still smiling over me and could feel him still gently sliding in and out of my ass. “Oh, wow,” I gasped, “that was amazing.”
“It was,” he quickly agreed. “I’m glad you’re enjoying this as much as I am.”
“Mmmmmmm,” I purred. “I feel soooooo good. What can I do to make you feel this way?”
“Well, you did say something about wanting to take another load of cum in that talented mouth, didn’t you?”
“I did,” I said happily. “Would you like that?” He answered by pulling out of my ass and lowering my legs. He moved up until he was straddling my chest with his cock tantalizingly close to my lips. I quickly pulled off the condom, tossed it aside and pulled him into my mouth. I gripped his ass and pulled him toward me. He groaned softly and his hips started to move so that he was slowly fucking my mouth. I smiled up at him around his dick, sucking and still pulling on his ass, silently inviting him deeper into my throat. He accepted the invitation, working his way into my mouth until his balls were pressing against my chin. I could feel the tension building in his body and knew that he wasn’t going to last much longer. I fondled his balls with one hand while he pulled partially out of my mouth. I gratefully gasped some air, just before he pushed forward again. As his balls met my chin for the second time, he gasped and threw his head back. The motion pulled his cock out of my throat just as it erupted, again filling my mouth with his sperm. Once again, I milked his rod for every drop I could get, licking and sucking it clean before he toppled off of me and lay there exhausted. I managed to turn and smile at him before happily swallowing his load.
“Damn,” he groaned, “you really are as good as Kathy said. You actually enjoy that, don’t you?”
“I love it,” I smiled. “There’s nothing like sucking a beautiful, delicious cock like yours.”
He took a deep breath, pulled my head to his chest, put his arm around me and said, “I think we’re going to have a lot of fun together.”
In minutes, he was breathing softly as sleep overtook him. A warm glow crept over my body, and the last thought I had before I fell asleep was that Kathy certainly knew how to celebrate an anniversary. When I woke up, I was still cuddled against Tim. It took me a few seconds to get my bearings, but the memories of the night before quickly rushed into my mind. I glanced down and saw that his cock was hard again, much to my pleasure. Of course, there was no hesitation—within seconds my head had moved from his chest to his stomach, where I could wrap my lips around his tool. I sucked on his cock for a few minutes before I sensed he had awakened. I looked up to see he was indeed fully awake and smiling at me again. “I hope you don’t mind,” I grinned. “This is my favorite breakfast.”
“Well, then, help yourself,” he laughed. “Never let it be said that I didn’t properly feed one of my dates.” Ten minutes later, he managed to deliver on his promise, blasting yet another load of cum onto my tongue.
After swallowing and licking his cock clean, I slid back up to the pillow. My hand was still on his cock, which, unbelievably, was still stiff. “God,” I whispered, “it feels like you aren’t done yet.”
“I’m not,” he laughed. “Somehow you manage to turn me on more than any woman I’ve ever known.”
“Well, how can I show you how much I enjoy being with you, too?” I asked.
He looked into my eyes and said, “Well, there is something I’d like, but it might be a little too much for a first date.”
“Nothing is too much,” I sighed happily. “I want this to be the best date of your life. Please tell me what you want. I’ll do anything.”
“OK,” he said. “If you’re sure.” I nodded and smiled and he continued. “I really have enjoyed everything so far. Last night felt like we were truly making love.” I nodded in agreement again, thrilled that he viewed the night before so romantically. “But, right now, I want something else.”
“Anything,” I whispered again. “I’m yours. Just tell me what you want.”
“OK,” he said, taking a deep breath, “here goes: I want to stop making love and just fuck you. I want to fuck you hard, fast and mercilessly. I want to fuck you harder, deeper and stronger than anyone has ever fucked you. I want to fuck you like you were some cheap street whore.”
Although his request was something I hadn’t considered, I didn’t hesitate. “Do it,” I said huskily. “Show me how you really want to fuck a whore like me.” His grin broadened and he rolled me over onto my stomach. In a flash, he was between my legs and lifting my hips off the bed. His hard cock pressed between my ass cheeks, searching for the promised land. “Wait,” I gasped, “Don’t you want to put on a condom.”
“Hell, no,” he spat. “You’re going to take it the way it is, whore. And then I’m going to fill that hot little ass of yours with cum. Got it?”
“I do,” I moaned as his cock found its target. “Do it. Fuck me. Oh, God, fuck me really good!”
If I hadn’t had so much practice with Joe pounding my ass, I’m not sure I’d have been able to survive the way Tim tore into me. The gentle, caring lover from the night before was completely gone, replaced by pounding, thrusting, maniac who seemed intent on driving his cock through my ass and out my mouth. Somehow, though, the complete dominance he was exhibiting excited me just as much as his tender lovemaking the night before had and I was soon pushing back, urging him deeper. “Oooooooohhhhh, fuck,” I heard myself moan, “Oooooooohhhhh, God! Fuuuuuuuuuccccckkkkkk meeeeee!”
Tim groaned and thrust one more time, literally lifting me off the bed. The sensation of his cock flooding my ass with cum was too much for me to take and the world dissolved into my own orgasm that seemed to go on and on. When it finally subsided, I opened my eyes to see Tim over me, gasping for breath and grinning. “Damn,” he said, shaking his head, “I think you enjoyed that as much as I did.”
“I think so, too,” I blushed. “God, you’re good.”
“Not as good as you are,” he laughed. “I thought Kathy was exaggerating, but it anything, it seems like she was understating your talent.” I blushed at his appraisal, but, at the same time, felt a rush of pride at the realization that this gorgeous man had enjoyed me so much. He glanced over at the alarm clock and sighed. “Well, I guess I should be getting you home. We have a lot to talk to Kathy about.” That seemed like a strange comment, but I figured he had promised Kathy a full report on how well I performed, so I shrugged it off. Tim led me to the shower, where we barely managed to avoid having another fuck session interrupt our cleanup. “Another time,” Tim promised with a smile when I fondled his balls. My disappointment must have been obvious because he laughed, slapped my ass playfully and added, “Don’t worry, Suzy, if I have anything to say about it, you’re going to be getting as much of my cock as you can handle. But, even I have some limits, OK? I need to replenish a little.” Reluctantly, I released his manhood and we finished showering as I basked in the glow of his promise. The realization that he wanted even more of me thrilled me almost as much as the magnificent fucking he had given me, and I promised myself that I would do anything in my power to make sure that he had a lot more chances to deliver on his promise.
When he pulled up to my house and parked, I wasn’t surprised to see him getting out of the car-- after all, he had mentioned needing to talk to Kathy. However, I was surprised when he stopped, opened the rear door of the car and pulled what looked like a laptop case out. Kathy must have been watching for us because she met us at the door. She kissed me quickly and Tim a little more seriously before leading us into the living room. “Well?” she asked looking at Tim expectantly.
“You were right,” he answered, “Suzy was absolutely amazing. I think we’re going to have a deal.”
“A deal?” I asked, suddenly alerted. “What kind of deal?”
Tim grinned and opened the laptop case. He pulled out an iPad. He turned it on, entered his password, then held it up and said, “Smile, Suzy.” Not sure what was happening, I automatically did as he directed and he snapped a picture. “Perfect,” he said, as much to himself as to me, before setting the iPad on the coffee table. My picture filled the screen and he pointed at it. “Tell me something, Suzy, and please be honest. Why do you wear such tight, short dresses?”
I shrugged. “I, I don’t know. I just always have.”
He looked at me skeptically. “Why?”
I shrugged again. “I, I guess it’s because I think they make me look sexy.”
“You don’t think you’d look sexy in something less revealing?”
“No, not really,” I admitted. “I think I look a lot better to men if their attention is focused on my legs and ass than on my face. I mean, I’ve gotten pretty good with makeup, but I still think that if someone looks at my face really closely, I don’t look all that feminine.”
Tim nodded. “I thought that was part of it. And, I have to tell you, you’re right. As pretty as you are, there are definitely some masculine features to your face.” He pointed at the picture on the iPad. “There are some features that you can’t cover up completely with makeup. Am I right?” I nodded, feeling embarrassed by his evaluation. I was trying to come up with a response other than the nodding of my head that I could feel, when he asked, “Would you like to change that?’
“What?” I asked. “What do you mean?”
He took the iPad, touched an icon and opened a new program. His fingers played across the screen and he laid it back onto the table. Once again, my picture was on the screen, but this time it was open in some type of program. He took out a stylus, touched it to the menu bar, made a ***********ion and then moved the stylus to the picture. “What if did an eyelift like this?” he said, using the stylus to change the shape of my eyes in the picture. “And, we can adjust the cheek bones like this,” he continued. As I watched, my cheek bones in the picture responded to the stylus by growing a little larger. “We can tweak the nose a little,”
Tim said, as he tapped another icon and then slid the stylus along the nose in the picture. I watched it get shorter and narrower in response to his actions. “We can add some body to the lips,” he mused, using the stylus to do just that. “And, maybe make the chin a little more feminine?” he asked, again using the stylus to adjust the picture. He looked up at me, grinned and said, “And of course, we can reduce the Adam’s apple, right?” Again the stylus moved across the screen, removing the slight bulge in my neck. He looked at the picture and smiled. “What to you think, Suzy?”
I gulped as I stared at the picture. “That’s amazing,” I murmured. “I barely recognize myself. But, what’s the point? I mean, I could post that on some dating site, but sooner or later, anyone I meet would see the real me.”
Tim laughed. “What if that was the real you?” he asked.
“I, I don’t understand,” I answered. “How could that be the real me?”
“Suzy,” Kathy interjected, “I didn’t mention that Tim is actually Dr. Tim. He’s one of the top plastic surgeons in the area.”
“Really?” I gasped.
Tim nodded. “Yes, and this is the software I use to show my patients what changes can be made to their faces. I can make you look exactly like that picture.”
My eyes flashed back at the picture. “Oh, God,” I gasped. “You can’t be serious! I could never look that beautiful.”
“Yes, you can,” Tim insisted. “A couple hours on my table and you’d look exactly like that.”
I stared at the picture in disbelief until another thought struck me. “That, that would have to be really expensive, wouldn’t it? I mean, I know plastic surgery isn’t cheap, and you’re talking about a lot of work. I, I can’t possible afford all that.”
“Remember when I told Kathy that I thought we could make a deal?” Tim asked. I nodded and he continued. “Well, we’ve already discussed this. Last night was sort of trial run: I wanted to see just how much of a woman you really are before we agreed to any final terms.” He turned to Kathy. “I think the deal we discussed the other day will be fine.” Kathy’s smile showed her pleasure at his offer and she nodded her agreement.
“Wait, wait, what kind of deal?” I asked. “What’s going on here?”
“Well,” Kathy said, “you’re right: we can’t possible afford to pay for all that surgery…not with money, anyhow.”
“How else could we pay?” I asked.
“With your services,” Kathy said simply.
“My, my services? What services?”
She laughed. “Basically, you’d be doing two things for Tim. First, he wants to use your pictures as a sort of before and after display. He could show women what he did for you and use it to show what he could do for them. No problem, right?”
I shrugged. “I guess not. But, you said that was the first part. What else is there?”
“Oh, nothing that you aren’t already doing,” Kathy smiled.
“What does that mean?” I insisted.
“It just means that you’re going to agree to be available whenever Tim calls you.”
“Available? Available for what?
“What do you think?” Kathy laughed. “Come on, Suzy, what talents do you have that Tim could possibly want to use?” When I didn’t answer, she shook her head.
“Oh, God, sometimes you can be so obtuse! I guess that comes from pretending to be a man for so long. You’ll be available for the only real talents you have: sucking cock and fucking. Tim’s a busy guy and doesn’t always have time to waste sweet-talking some woman into bed. When he doesn’t, he’ll be able to call you for a blowjob or a fuck.”
I had barely absorbed that idea when Tim added, “Well, to be clear, that’s not ALL Suzy would be available for.”
I looked back at Kathy and she shrugged, “Well, of course, you’d also be available for times when Tim wants to lend you to his friends.”
“Lend me?” I repeated. “You mean pimp me?”
“I guess you could call it that,” Kathy admitted, “but that sound so crude. I think ‘lend’ is a more friendly term.”
“You, you want me to become his whore?” I asked, still trying to wrap my head around the idea.
“Well, it’s not like being a whore would be new to you, is it?” Kathy asked. “I mean you’re Joe’s whore 5 days a week right now. What’s the big deal about branching out? Besides, it would only be for a year.”
“A year?” I gasped.
“Yeah, that’s the deal,” Kathy smiled again. “A year of sucking and fucking pays for your surgery. Trust me, it’s a bargain.”
“I, I don’t know,” I stammered.
“Suzy,” Kathy said, “tell me something. When you walked into the house just a few minutes ago, you had this huge smile on your face. Did you have a good time last night?”
I looked over at Tim. “I, I did,” I admitted. “It was amazing.”
“And this morning?” Tim prompted.
“Also amazing,” I admitted.
“So, if we didn’t do this deal and Tim called you next weekend, would you go out with him again?” Kathy asked. I nodded slowly. “And if you went out with him, would you expect him to want to fuck you again?” I nodded again. “And would you do it?” she asked. “Would you let this gorgeous man show you another amazing night of fucking?” I nodded. “I bet you’d look forward to it, wouldn’t you?” Kathy pushed. “In fact, you’d probably want him to fuck you on a regular basis, wouldn’t you?” I could feel my head nodding yet again. “So,” Kathy beamed triumphantly, “you’d want him to fuck you and you’d be happy if he did it regularly.
Yet, you don’t want to agree to exactly that?”
“But, but that doesn’t mean his friends…” I protested.
“Doesn’t it?” Kathy asked. “What if one night Tim told you he’d like to do a threesome with you and one of his buddies. Would you do it?”
“I, I…”, I paused looking first at Kathy and then at Tim. I knew there was only one honest answer and I knew that Kathy knew what that honest answer would be.
“I would,” I said softly.
“You’d let his friend fuck you?” Kathy repeated.
“Yes,” I croaked.
“Of course you would,” she said. “And I know you well enough to know that you’d probably enjoy it.” She reached over and stroked my face. “Suzy, look at me,” she said firmly. I looked up into her eyes. “Suzy, you are one of the horniest women I have ever known. You and I both know that. We also both know that you are one of the best cocksuckers and one of the best fucks anywhere. Hell, you proved that to Tim last night and this morning if I heard correctly. And, do you know why you’re so good at those things?” I shook my head, knowing that she was about to tell me. “It’s because you enjoy them so much,” she said. “Quite simply, you enjoy sucking cock more than anyone I’ve ever met, and you enjoy getting fucked almost as much. You love being a woman because you love being used as a woman. Joe pays you a lot of money to be the company whore, but deep down inside, we both know that you’d probably do the job for free just to get your lips on all those cocks. You are a cock-addicted cunt if ever there was one. Don’t let some foolish idea that you’re not supposed to want something stop you from getting it.”
When she finished, I could feel the tears in my eyes. I looked at her, then at Tim and then at the iPad. Turning back to Tim, I asked, “Will I really look like that?”
“You will,” he said. “I promise.”
I closed my eyes, took a deep breath an announced, “I’ll do it. It’s a deal.”
I heard Kathy clap her hands with pleasure and opened my eyes to see Tim smiling. “I can do the surgery tomorrow,” he said. “You’ll need a couple of weeks to recover.”
“What about work?” I asked.
“I don’t think you do well at work with the bandages in place,” Kathy laughed. “But, don’t worry, I’ve already cleared it with Joe. I convinced him it’s like they say on the signs at highway worksites: a temporary inconvenience for a permanent improvement. Besides, I’ve promised to stand in for you until you can get back to the office.”
“You?” I gasped.
She laughed. “Do you think you’re the only bitch in the family that can suck a cock? I may not be in your league, but I can hold my own for a couple of weeks.”
I was still in shock that night when we went to bed, and I got very little sleep, worrying about what the next morning would bring. We had to be at Tim’s office by 7 a.m., and he had instructed me not to wear any makeup. I was very self-conscious about my appearance as we entered, but luckily the waiting room was empty. I was escorted into Tim’s office, where he took a number of pictures for his before and after display, and before I knew it, I was on his operating table, hooked up to an intravenous drip that was putting me to sleep very quickly. The last thing I heard was Tim saying, “Don’t worry, Suzy, I’m going to take good care of you. You aren’t going to believe the new you.”
When I woke up, Kathy was sitting beside me. I groaned and she moved closer. “Welcome back, Suzy,” she said. “Tim said everything went perfectly. You’re going to be sore for a few days, but he gave you a pre***********ion for painkillers to help with that. We can leave as soon as you feel up to it.”
I tried to respond, but realized my mouth and face were too sore for much conversation. I rolled onto my side to face Kathy and a new wave of pain swept over my body. I gasped and managed to say, “I think something’s wrong...my chest feels like it’s on fire! Operating on my face should do that! Call Tim, please.”
To my shock, Kathy responded by smiling. “There’s no need to do that,” she reassured me. “Everything you’re feeling is normal.”
“It can’t be!” I forced the words through my swollen lips. “My chest…”
“Is going to hurt for a few days,” Kathy said, patting my arm. “In fact, it may take a little longer to heal than your face.”
“Heal?” I asked in confusion.
Kathy’s smile got bigger. “Yes, heal,” she said. “It’s a surprise we didn’t tell you about, darling.”
“A surprise?”
She took the arm she was patting and lifted it toward my chest. When she lowered it, my hand settled in place on something soft. I reflexively closed my hand and tried to focus on what I was feeling. “Easy,” Kathy cautioned me. “Don’t squeeze too hard. Your new boobs aren’t ready for that kind of treatment yet.”
It took a few seconds for her words to sink in. “My new boobs?” I gasped.
Kathy laughed. “Boobs, tits, breasts, whatever you choose to call them,” she said. “Tim promised they’ll be really nice ones.” I ran my hand over my chest, and even through the pain I realized that she was telling the truth: I suddenly had tits! “Happy Birthday,” Kathy smiled. “That’s the last part of your present and I wanted it to be a surprise. Looks like it was.” I continued to feel around my chest, but other than pain, bandages and two noticeable bulges, I couldn’t recognize much. “If you’re wondering, he didn’t go overboard,” Kathy said. “Tim wanted to give you some really big implants, but I talked him out of it. I told him that you’d probably want to keep your tits about the same size as the fake ones you’ve been using so that people you know wouldn’t see a difference. I mean, no sense advertising that you got a boob job, right? It’s better to look natural.”
“Why?” I managed to ask.
“Why? Why not?” she replied. “Just think how nice it will be to really have tits, Suzy! You won’t have to worry about men fondling you and discovering falsies.
You’ll be able to wear sexy, low-cut blouses and dresses that you couldn’t wear before. You’ll even be able to go braless when you want—Hell, you’ll be able to go topless for that matter! Just think of how Joe’s clients will react to that!”
Suddenly, a terrifying thought struck me. I quickly reached under the sheet and felt between my legs. To my relief, there was no pain down there. As I relaxed, Kathy laughed yet again. “No, darling, Tim didn’t make any changes there. That requires some internal surgery that he isn’t qualified to do. So, at least for now, you’re still going to have the same cute little clittie that you were born with. Sorry.”
With all the revelations over, Kathy helped me dress and make my way to the car. While my face was still sore, I barely thought about the changes there while every bump in the road caused my new tits to jiggle and draw my attention there. Kathy stayed quiet, allowing my thoughts to ramble. “I can’t believe it,” I thought. “I have tits. Real, flesh and blood tits! What do I do now? I mean, that’s permanent! How can I ever go back to being a man?” I felt a tear starting to form and automatically reached to brush it away. When I did, I was reminded of the bandages covering my face and I realized that changes I had agreed to there were just as permanent as my new tits. “I guess the boobs aren’t the only thing stopping me from going back to being a man,” I admitted to myself. “I mean if I was all right with Tim making my face more feminine, what difference does it make if I have boobs, too? Either way, I’m going to be a woman for the rest of my life.”
As my tears increased, Kathy reached over and patted my thigh. “Suzy, it will be OK. I promise. Once you get over the surprise, I think you’ll be glad we did it. You’re going to be soooooooo sexy! I bet if you’re honest with yourself, you’ll admit that there were times during the last year that you wished you had real tits and not just falsies. Please don’t fall back into the way you were a year ago, telling yourself that you were really a man when deep down inside you knew you weren’t. You’ve moved way beyond that: you know you’re a woman. You’ve been a woman for an entire year, and you’ve not only accepted it, you’ve embraced it. It’s who you are. This doesn’t change anything, except to make it easier and better. You’ll see.” I tried to form some kind of response to argue with her, but I couldn’t. No matter what, I couldn’t deny that she was right: I had been a woman for a year, and never considered going back to what I was before. I enjoyed being who I was; I enjoyed attracting attention from men and I enjoyed rewarding that attention. I loved wearing sexy dresses and there had been lots of times in the last year that I had cursed the fact that I couldn’t wear certain dresses or blouses because of my lack of tits. There had also been lots of times when I nearly had a heart attack because a man tried to stick his hand down my blouse and I had barely managed to stop him. Now, that wouldn’t be a problem, and I could wear whatever sexy blouse I wanted.
“I guess you’re right,” I admitted reluctantly. “It’s just such a shock, that’s all.”
“I understand that,” Kathy smiled. “But, if there’s anything I’ve learned about you over the last year or so, it’s that you can learn to accept major changes to your life and adapt to them really well. You’ll learn to accept your new body before you know it.”
It took several weeks for my face and body to recover from surgery, which was, in a way, a blessing. By the time we returned to Tim’s office for the removal of the bandages and the official “unveiling”, I had come to grips with my new look, just as Kathy had predicted. Knowing that Tim would need access to my chest, I wore a simple black miniskirt and white blouse to the appointment. After removing my facial bandages, Tim removed my blouse and the bandages that wrapped around my chest. He seemed very proud of his work, taking lots of pictures for his “before and after” display and Kathy couldn’t control her excitement, going on and on about how beautiful I was. I was the last one to see the new me, and I admit as I was as nervous as I’ve ever been while Kathy led me with my eyes closed to the full-length mirror on the other side of the examination room. When she told me to open my eyes, I gasped at the sight in front of me. My face was even better than the image Tim had shown me on his iPad—although I still recognized myself, the changes were, indeed, remarkable: my nose, cheeks, lips, eyes and neck were now way more feminine and way more attractive than before the surgery. I wouldn’t say I was supermodel beautiful, but I was much, much prettier than I had been before. I ran my hand over my face in amazement, still trying to convince myself that the woman staring back at me from the mirror was me. The movement of my arm resulted in an unfamiliar jiggle, and suddenly my eyes moved down from the face in the mirror. “Oh, my God!” I gasped, as my vision focused on the topless torso in front of me. My hands flew to the two perfect breasts that were now a part of my body. “Oh, wow!” I gulped as the soft, fleshy globes filled my hands. Even though I had been preparing for this moment for weeks, the sight of real tits as a part of my chest was unbelievable. My fingers stroked them, and they tingled in response, sending a shiver through my body.
“Like them?” Kathy asked teasingly.
“Oh, God, yes,” I whispered. “They’re beautiful!”
“They are,” Tim said, coming up behind me. He slid his arms around my body, cupping my new tits in his hands. “They feel great,” he said, massaging them gently. “I did a great job, even if I do say so myself.” I watched in the mirror as his hands continued to play with my tits. He gently squeezed them together and asked, “Do you like your new cleavage, Suzy?”
“I do,” I gulped. “ They’re perfect! I, I just can’t believe that’s me!”
“Oh, it’s definitely you,” Kathy said. “And you’re definitely perfect.” I turned to face her and she smiled broadly. “I knew Tim would make you prettier, but even I wasn’t ready for just how gorgeous you’d be.”
I managed a smile. “Thank you for saying that,” I whispered. “I, I wasn’t sure if I really looked as good as it seemed. I mean, I can’t really look that good, can I?”
Kathy grinned. “Yeah, you can, and don’t forget, you aren’t even wearing any makeup. Wait until you put on some eyeshadow, mascara, blush and lipstick…you’re going to be absolutely amazing! And, I can’t wait to see you in a nice, low-cut blouse! Oh, my God, I bet Joe is going to want to fuck you at least twice a day!” I drew a deep breath at the thought and the tits I was still staring at in the mirror became even more prominent. “Nice,” Kathy giggled. “You’ll have to remember that move.” I immediately started to blush and Kathy moved closer. “Is it OK if I touch them?” she asked. I nodded and she moved Tim away, replacing his hands with hers. “Oh, they feel so natural,” she purred in my ear. “Let’s try something.” She took my nipples between her fingers and pulled gently. They responded by stiffening, much to her delight. “Oh, Suzy” she gushed, “you look fabulous! You are going to seriously have a lot of fun with these puppies!”
She paused and giggled again. “Of course, I know several men who are going to have even more fun with them!”
“Well, I know one man who will,” Tim chimed in. “And if you don’t get dressed and get out of here pretty soon, he’s going to start having that fun right here, which will make him late for the rest of his appointments!”
I couldn’t help smiling back at him in the mirror, even though my eyes stayed locked on my new breasts. “Thank you,” I said.
“Are you thanking me for the compliment or for the tits?” he asked, laughing.
“Both, I guess,” I replied.
He laughed again. “Well, you are definitely welcome for the compliment,” he said. “As for the tits, you don’t need to thank me. You’re going to spend the next year thanking me in a much more pleasing way, aren’t you?” I managed a weak smile and nodded, getting yet another laugh from him. “And, while we’re on the subject, I think I’m going to want the first installment of that thank you tonight. I want to be the first man to watch those tits bouncing as I fuck you. How about if I stop at your house around 8:00?”
“OK,” I gulped, knowing that it wasn’t really a question that I had a choice in answering.
“Tim, you’d better be ready for a wild ride,” Kathy interjected. “Remember, Suzy hasn’t gotten laid or even sucked a cock since the surgery. I’m guessing there’s a lot of pent-up horniness waiting for a release.”
“I sure hope so,” he grinned, because right now I’m building up my own case of pent-up horniness!” He playfully slapped my ass and said, “Now, get out of here while I’m still willing to wait.”
I pulled my blouse back on and buttoned it, realizing that, because of the bandages I hadn’t worn a bra to the office and hadn’t thought to bring one. As a result, my new tits were unrestrained under the now tight white blouse. They bounced with each step I took, reminding me of the change to my body and what the future held for me. I tried not to think about it, but by the time got into the car, Kathy was already grinning. “I was planning on stopping for lunch,” she said, “but if you can’t put those nipples away, we’d better go home and get you a bra first.”
I looked down and saw exactly what she meant: the bouncing, rubbing and my brief fantasizing about my future had my nipples hard and fully extended against the thin material of the blouse. “Oh, God!” I gasped, covering the protrusions with my hands.
Kathy laughed and reached over to pat my thigh. “Relax, darling,” she encouraged. “I’m the only one who can see you now.” I pulled my hands away, still staring down at the twin bullets stretching my blouse. “I will say that you’d be great in a wet T-shirt contest, though,” she smiled. “Just look at those babies! I’m actually a little jealous—I think you have nicer tits than I do now.”
I looked at her in shock. “Really?”
“Yes, really,” she nodded. “When we get home, we can compare them in the mirror, but I’ll tell you right now that you’re going to win. It hardly seems fair: you were already a better cocksucker than me and you had a nicer ass and better legs than me. Now you’ve got nicer tits, too! How am I supposed to compete with that?”
“I, I didn’t know we were in a competition,” I stammered.
“Well, not officially,” she shrugged, “but unofficially, I’m still going to have to look at that hot body of yours every day and convince myself that I shouldn’t be upset by the fact that my husband is a sexier woman than I am. I mean, it’s been tough enough for the last year accepting that my husband was getting more cock than me. Now I have to learn to accept that this, too?”
“I’m sorry,” I said. “I never knew you felt that way, and I certainly never expected to hear you say you were jealous because I’m a sexier woman than you. Why did you arrange all this if it was going to make you feel this way?”
She shrugged. “I guess maybe I didn’t realize just how amazing Tim was going to make you look.” She reached over and stroked my thigh again. “Don’t worry about it, though. I’ll get over it. After all, at least I can be proud that I’m not as much of a whore as you are.”
I couldn’t help laughing. “Well, I’m glad I can make you feel good about something,” I told her.
When we got home, Kathy helped me adjust my makeup to my new facial features, shifting from “covering up” what had been “problem areas” to now emphasizing my new femininity. She also spent a long time giving me tips on how to adjust to my new breasts, which were considerably heavier and bouncier than the falsies I had worn for the last year. She also promised that we would go shopping soon so that I could expand my wardrobe, pointing out that now there was no reason for me to keep wearing high-collar tops and turtlenecks. As she put it, “We need to find some things to show off those great tits!” Meanwhile, she offered me a few of her blouses that she thought would work, including a clingy red silk button-down-the-front number. When I modelled it, she grinned her approval before unfastening several of the buttons so that the neckline plunged nearly to my navel. “There you go,” she said. “After all, if you’ve got it, flaunt it, right? Besides, Tim will be here soon and I’m sure he’ll appreciate seeing how proud of your new equipment you are.”
When Tim did arrive a few minutes later, it was obvious that Kathy was right. As soon as he saw me, he licked his lips and whistled, studying my face and makeup for nearly a minute before shifting his eyes down to my now abundant cleavage. “Damn,” he groaned, “I really do great work, don’t I?”
Instinctively, I moved closer and whispered, “Do you really think so?”
His hands moved to my chest, sliding inside the open neckline and cupping my breasts. “Oh, yeah,” he purred. “Don’t you?”
“I do,” I replied huskily. “I think your work is amazing. I can’t believe how I look now.”
He smiled. “Yeah, well I can’t wait to see how you look lying on a bed naked with these tits bouncing around while I fuck you.”
The image he described was enough to instantly melt me. “Then let’s do it,” I whispered. I took his hand and led him to the bedroom, my excitement growing with each step. By the time we got there, I was ready to rip off my clothes, but Tim insisted on slowly removing them himself, making sure to appropriately fondle and stroke my new tits as he did. Then, while he slid my skirt off, he lowered his mouth to chest level and kissed my nipple. The sensation sent a shock wave through my body, and I gasped with surprise and pleasure. It was one of the most amazing, wonderful feelings I had ever experienced, at least for three seconds. That’s how long it took him to turn the kiss into more, as his tongue played across by breast and his lips enveloped my nipple. The sensation of a man fondling and sucking on my breast was nearly enough to make me cum and an involuntary shiver ran through me. “Oh, my God,” I whimpered. “I never knew it felt that good!”
“Oh, you’re just beginning to see how good it can feel,” Tim purred as he moved his attention to the other nipple. This time as the nipple disappeared into his mouth he gently bit down, creating a combination of pain and pleasure that was beyond my wildest dreams. I moaned softly and closed my eyes, picturing in my mind the things his mouth was doing to me. A moment later, he lifted me off my feet and deposited me on the bed. I opened my eyes as he pulled my panties down my legs and tossed them aside. Somehow, he had managed to get his clothes off while I was floating in my pleasure, and a quick glance confirmed that he was already rock hard. I spread my legs expectantly, but he passed on the invitation, instead moving toward my face and swinging his leg across my waist. Now straddling me, he slid even higher before sliding his hands to the outside of my new breasts. He gently squeezed them together and then slid his erection between them. I looked down and watch in fascination as the head of his cock peeked up at me from inside my cleavage. He moved his hips back and the cock disappeared between the mounds momentarily until he slid forward again, pushing it back into view. “Oh, God, you’re fucking my tits!” I gasped. “That’s amazing!”
Tim grinned. “You like that, huh?” he asked, as he started kneading the tits he was fucking.
I nodded and whimpered helplessly, unable to form actual words as I stared at the cock sliding in and out of my tits. A million thoughts and feelings ran through my head, but one inexplicable, amazing, wonderful, magical thought kept pushing all the others aside: “He’s fucking my tits! MY TITS! I have tits! Oh, God, I have tits!” My hands moved to my chest, pushing his aside and replaced his squeezing with my own. One finger from each hand found my nipples, which were again harder and stiffer than I could believe was possible. As my fingers flicked over the nipples, yet another sensation of ecstasy swept over me. I bent my neck as far as I could and was just able to flick my tongue out enough to touch his cock as it pushed towards my face. “Oh, God,” I moaned again. “I can’t take it! It feels soooo good! Oh, God, fuck me! Please, please fuck me!”
Tim grinned and said, “Who am I to refuse a bitch in heat?” He slid down between my legs, which he lifted to his shoulders. Kathy suddenly appeared beside the
bed and offered him an open condom, which he accepted, and seconds later I felt him slide inside of me. I literally had to fight the urge to come, telling myself to save it and enjoy the ride a little longer. Tim was on his knees now, my legs over his shoulders as he worked his way deeper and deeper into my ass. Another new feeling forced its way into my consciousness and took me a few seconds to identify it as coming from my chest. I looked down and saw what Tim had predicted in his office: my full, heavy tits were bouncing and jiggling in response to each of his thrusts. I had been getting fucked by men for over a year and thought I understood what it felt like to be a woman, but in an instant I realized that all of what I had previously experienced was nothing compared to the sensations I was now feeling. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Kathy now filming the action, a satisfied smile on her face and I briefly wondered how long I would have to wait to see the footage. The thought was short-lived as my attention was quickly brought back to Tim, who had now buried his entire cock in my ass. His balls slapped against me and my tits bounced in response. I gasped as the feelings became overwhelming and I knew that this time there was no way I could delay the orgasm rising from my toes and down my upstretched legs. I screamed with pleasure as I erupted, and my vision turned black. When I was able to focus again, I realized that Tim was again straddling my body and had his cock in his hand above my chest. He jerked it twice and then groaned as sperm flew from it onto my sweat-covered tits. Once again, the thought struck home: “he was coming on my tits! My tits!” I couldn’t believe how erotic and pleasurable that simple act was—I literally felt more like a woman at that instant than I had through all of the sucking and fucking I had done in the last year. When he finished and rolled off of me onto the bed, my fingers moved to the thick fluid now covering my tits, adding to my sense of awe.
I felt Tim’s fingers brush against my cheeks and I turned toward him. “Are you OK?” he asked. I nodded and looked at him in confusion. In response, he ran his finger across my cheek again and then showed me the tear he had brushed away. “You’re crying,” he said softly. “Is something wrong? Is it from the surgery?”
It took me several seconds to form words to respond to him. “In a way, yeah,” I said softly, “but not what you think. I, I feel sooooo good! Oh, God, I’ve never felt this good! I’ve been a woman for a year, but never like this! It’s wonderful! Thank you, thank you, thank you!” By now, my few tears had turned into a complete sobbing. “I can’t believe how much better it feels just from what you’ve done for me! When I first found out, I was angry and terrified, but now…now I would rather die than go back to how I was. Thank you soooooo much!”
“Trust me, it’s my pleasure,” Tim beamed. “I’m glad you like it.”
“I don’t like it,” I corrected him. “I love it.”
“You should,” he smiled. “I may be biased, but I think you’re now the most beautiful, most erotic, most erotic woman in town. You’re going to need a gun to keep the men away so you aren’t getting fucked 12 hours a day.”
I couldn’t help smiling again. “Why would I want to avoid that?” I asked. “Especially if it’s going to feel like this.”
He laughed and rolled out of bed. He dressed and then smiled broadly as he stared at me lying naked on the bed. “I think your boss is going to love having the new version of his secretary,” he said, “especially if you stay as horny as you are now. Hell, he might even give you a raise!” Reaching down, he again tweaked my nipples, sending a shiver through my body. “But, don’t forget, you have two bosses now. Joe isn’t the only one who gets to fuck you whenever he wants anymore. I own that luscious body too.”
“I know,” I smiled, “and I won’t forget. I promise.”
“Good,” he nodded. He started for the bedroom door, then stopped and turned around. “How about if I stop by tomorrow evening? You can tell me how your first day back in the office went and I can get another installment payment.”
“OK,” I gulped. “I’ll be here.”
Tim grinned yet again, blew me a kiss and walked out the door. I ran my hands down my body, thinking about his parting words. I hadn’t really thought about what it would be like going back to the office, but now I realized that I was only hours away from revealing the new me to Joe…and, no doubt, to dozens of customers. I stood and walked over to the mirror, moving closer until only the part of my body above the waist was visible. I was still shocked by the appearance of my tits, as well as by the improvements to my face. But, as I stared at my reflection, I couldn’t help smiling. “Yeah,” I whispered to myself, “I think Joe is going to really, really enjoy the new version.”