I woke up on Saturday horny and ready for the next part of my adventure. In the back of my mind I still harbored nagging doubts about being introduced to Kathy’s anonymous friend, but knowing that I’d be sandwiching him between Steve and Ron allowed me to concentrate on how much fun I was going to have with them. Besides, I rationalized, Kathy wouldn’t be setting me up with another guy unless she believed he’d enjoy it, so maybe even the stranger would be enjoyable. While Kathy prepared breakfast, I showered, shaved and applied my makeup and wig, then completed my transformation with my standard outfit of a teeny, tiny miniskirt and sky-high heels. Looking in the mirror, I couldn’t help smiling at my appearance. “Not bad,” I told myself. “It’s pretty obvious that I’m a whore, but Steve already knows that, so why be shy?”
When I went down to the kitchen, Kathy confirmed my evaluation. “Wow,” she smiled, “you look great! One look at you is guaranteed to make Steve hard!”
“That’s the plan,” I grinned.
“And why is that?” she prompted.
“Because I’m a cunt and I really want his cock,” I answered confidently.
“Excellent!” she gushed. “You’re such a fast learner!”
I licked my lips and smiled back. “Well, I’ve got a good teacher.”
Kathy laughed and replied, “Well, I really enjoy my work, so it makes it easy. Now, eat your breakfast, darling. You’re going to need your strength today.”
I was just finishing my eggs and toast when the phone rang. Kathy started to answer, then stopped and said, “It must be for you. Go ahead and answer.”
When I said hello, I heard Steve’s voice say, “Sounds like my favorite cocksucker!”
“I hope so,” I replied, my heart fluttering.
“Are you ready to show me how much?”
“Oh, yeah,” I moaned.
“Great! Then come on over.”
“Come over?” I gasped. “I, I thought you’d come here.”
“I’m not dressed,” he said nonchalantly, “and I don’t know why I’d bother doing that, just to get undressed again. It’s easier if you just come over here.”
“But, but….” I stammered, “I, I can’t walk through the neighborhood dressed like this! The other neighbors might see me!”
“Fuck the other neighbors,” he said. “If you want my cock, get your ass over here, now. For that matter, I just remembered that you promised to do whatever I said, so even if you don’t want my cock, get your ass over here now.”
“I, I do want your cock,” I gulped. “I do!”
“Then I’ll see you in two minutes?”
“Do I have to?” I begged.
“Are you a cocksucking whore or aren’t you?” he growled.
“I am,” I whimpered.
“Then do it. Get your ass over here and suck my cock. The front door is unlocked.”
I was in shock as I hung up the phone. I looked at Kathy. “He, he wants me to walk over there to do him.”
She grinned. “So do it.” She took my hand and led me to the front door. “You can do this,” she encouraged. “Even if the neighbors see you, they won’t recognize you if you walk over there like you’re proud of who you are.”
She opened the door and the next thing I knew I was standing outside. “Oh, God,” I asked myself, “why did I have to decide to dress like such a whore?” I glanced around and saw with relief that the streets were empty. I hurried along the sidewalk to Steve’s house as fast as I could in my 5” heels, praying that the streets would stay deserted. By the time I got to the door, my heart was pounding, but I managed to get inside without bumping into any of the neighbors. A note inside the door told me Steve was waiting in bed, so I made my way to his bedroom. I found him there, lying on top of the bedspread, naked and stroking his already hard cock. “Hi,” I ventured. “I made it.”
“So I see,” he smiled. “Turn around for me. Show me what you’ve got.” I slowly rotated, letting him admire my legs and body from all angles. “Nice,” he complimented when I was facing him again. “You look better every time I see you.”
“Thanks,” I managed to say.
“You’re staring at my cock,” he pointed out. I nodded and licked my lips self-consciously. “That’s not very polite,” he joked.
“I know,” I said softly. “I’m sorry. It’s just……”
“Just what?” he asked when I didn’t finish the sentence.
I swallowed hard, and fearing that Kathy might check with him to see if I had followed her orders, I replied, “It’s just that I’m such a horny cunt and I want to suck your cock so much!”
“Well, in that case I guess I can forgive you. Why don’t you come over here and do what you came here to do?”
“My pleasure,” I smiled, climbing onto the bed. I curled up beside him with my head on his stomach and took his cock in my hands. My excitement level immediately doubled and I moaned softly. I brought him to my lips and kissed the throbbing head gently. Once again, I felt my body react and my excitement level rise even more. “Oh, God,” I whimpered, “I want it so much!” I couldn’t stand waiting another second; I pulled him into my mouth and started sucking.
“Oh, yeah,” I heard Steve groan over the sounds of my own whimpering slurping, “damn, that feels good.” I spent several minutes enjoying the taste and feel of his cockhead filling my mouth before he arched his back slightly, pressing his dick further into my mouth. I took the hint and started bobbing up and down, working more and more of his rod into my mouth. As he hit the back of my throat, I swallowed, showing off my newfound skill. He groaned again, then stroked my hair and face as he said, “God I love it when you deepthroat me. You’re fucking amazing!”
I came up, gasped for air and murmured, “I love it too. I really do!” I buried him back in my mouth, plunging him down my throat until my lips were wrapped around the base of his cock. I let my fingers play along his balls and sucked as long as I could until I had to come up for oxygen. After a few quick breaths, I kissed his balls and then plunged him back into my throat. As I did, it briefly occurred to me how much I wanted him and how deliriously turned on I was. “I’m even more of a cunt than I thought,” I realized. “I really love this!” Unfortunately, it took only a few minutes of devouring Steve’s cock to push him over the top, and, before I knew it, his dick was pulsing and filling my mouth with his hot sperm. Even though I was a little disappointed that he was cumming so quickly, I gratefully swallowed every drop, milking him gently as he softened. When he was completely spent, I kissed his limp dick gently, rolled over and looked up into his face. “Thank you,” I whispered. “That was so-o-o-o delicious. Thank you so much!”
“Anytime,” he laughed. “So, was it worth walking over here?” I nodded and he smiled. “Then you won’t mind doing it again tomorrow morning?”
I gulped. “Can’t you come to my place?”
“I can,” he shrugged, “but I’d rather you show me how much you want my cock by coming here. You do want it enough to do that, don’t you?”
I took a deep breath, inhaling the taste of his semen that still coated my tongue and lips. “Yes,” I whispered as I nodded.
“Good girl,” he grinned. “Let me call Kathy and make an appointment so she doesn’t schedule you with anyone else.” He reached over, picked up the phone and dialed. A second later, he said, “Hi, Kathy, it’s Steve.” He paused, grinned and said, “She was terrific! You’ve done a great job training her.” He paused again, then replied, “Yeah, as a matter of fact she did say that. As a matter of fact, she seemed proud of being a cunt.” He listened for a few seconds while grinning at me. “Yeah, I’m loving having two whores living next door to me…especially since the one here now has agreed to come back and blow me again tomorrow morning. Is that OK with you? Yeah, I thought it would be. Great! Thanks.” He hung up and grinned at me. “All set. I’ll expect to see you tomorrow morning. Don’t wait for me to call, just come on over whenever you’re ready.” I nodded and forced a small smile. “Oh, and Suzy?” he said as I started to crawl out of the bed. I stopped and looked back at him. “Don’t dress so modestly tomorrow,” he grinned.
“Modestly?” I gasped looking down at my short skirt.
He laughed. “If you’re going to be a whore, you need to get used to looking like one. You should at least wear stockings and a garterbelt if you’re going to wear a skirt that long.”
“This is long?” I laughed. “You must be kidding!”
“I’m not,” he said seriously. “That skirt is at least eight inches below the bottom of your ass. With legs like yours, that’s about six inches too long. When you come over here tomorrow, either wear a shorter skirt or wear a garterbelt with that one. If you want to be a whore, prove it. Understand?”
“Yes,” I gulped nervously.
“Good,” he grinned. “Now, you’d better get your sweet little ass home. Doesn’t Kathy have plans for you?” I nodded and stood up. “By the way,” Steve said as I moved toward the door, making me stop and look back at him. “I don’t want you to leave thinking that I didn’t enjoy your visit. That was a great blowjob. You’re becoming a first-class cocksucker, and I’m sure you’ll eventually be a really good whore. Just keep working on it.”
“Thanks,” I smiled weakly. “I will.” My brain was racing as I made my way out of Steve’s house and started walking home. His encouraging words had made me feel nice, but, at the same time, his demand that I somehow dress even more revealingly was troubling. As I walked, I realized that doing it would not only mean a shopping trip to buy what he wanted me to wear, it would mean walking through the neighborhood looking even more like a whore. As that thought settled in, my mind jerked back to my surroundings…I had been so preoccupied by Steve’s demand that I hadn’t even thought about where I was. For the first time since leaving Steve’s bedroom, I looked around. When I did, my heart almost stopped beating: the street that had been deserted when I walked to Steve’s was now teeming with activity! Three of the neighborhood men were out mowing their lawns, and at least two women were working in their flower gardens. Even worse, each of them was staring at me! Snapping out of my trance, I picked up my pace, hurrying to my front door as fast as my heels would allow. I grabbed the doorknob, thankful to be able to escape the stares, but my torture wasn’t over yet—the door was locked! Helplessly, I rang the doorbell over and over, praying that Kathy would answer the door quickly. Of course, she took her time, making me stand there at least 30 seconds (which felt like 30 minutes) before she finally opened the door and let me in.
She was giggling wildly when she asked, “So how was it? Did you have fun?”
“I did until after the blowjob was over,” I told her, “but not after.”
“What does that mean?”
I explained Steve’s demand to her and then related how uncomfortable I was once I realized the neighbors were all staring at me as I walked and waited at the door. “How am I going to explain this to them?” I asked.
“Simple,” she giggled some more. “I’ll just tell everyone that my sister-in-law is visiting and spending lots of time at Steve’s. I’ll also mention that I think she’s a slut.”
“You think that will work?” I asked.
She shrugged. “If it doesn’t, I’ll just tell them that my husband has finally admitted he’s a cunt and is hooked on sucking Steve’s cock. I don’t really care which story they believe.” She glanced at the clock and moved on to the next subject. “You have about two hours until my friend shows up. If you want to eat something and clean up first, you’d better get moving.”
I didn’t have much of an appetite after her threat, but I managed to force down some food and then went to clean up as she suggested. Kathy told me to wait in the bedroom until her guest arrived, so I sat at the makeup mirror, staring at myself and wondering how I had let things go this far. I nearly jumped out of my skin when the doorbell rang, signaling the arrival of my next test. I heard Kathy’s voice talking to him, but I couldn’t make out what she was saying. A few minutes later, she showed up, holding a blindfold. “Show time,” she smiled. “Let’s put this on.” She slid it over my eyes, pulling the straps tight so there was possibility of me seeing anything, then took my hand and led me to the living room. When we reached a spot that I believed was directly in front of the sofa, she stopped and said, “Well, here she is. I hope you like her.”
I felt a pair of hands reach around me from behind and run up my thighs, starting just above my knees and stopping just under my skirt. I inhaled sharply at the sensation and I fought to keep from shaking noticeably. “I think you should turn around, Suzy,” Kathy said. I turned to face the man on the sofa, feeling his hands slide around to the backs of my legs. They moved up, moving along my legs to the bottom of my ass. He groaned softly as I lost my battle to avoid shaking. “Well,” Kathy asked, “would you like Suzy to blow you?” He must have nodded his reply, because a moment later Kathy said firmly, “OK, Suzy, why don’t you get on your knees and show him what you can do?”
I was actually grateful to drop to the floor, since it meant he would have to stop playing with my ass. As I knelt, I reached out to steady myself and my hands found his naked thighs. I jerked them back and Kathy laughed. “Oh, Suzy, did I forget to mention that he’s already naked? I was afraid you’d have trouble getting to his dick with the blindfold on.” I knelt there without moving for a few seconds, trying to control my pounding heart before I took a deep breath and again reached out with my hands. I found his thighs and slid my hands along them toward his hips. Gauging my location, I crawled forward a little, moving between his knees. “That’s it,” Kathy encouraged. “Now, tell him why you’re in the position you are and what you want to do.”
It took me a second to understand what she wanted, but then I realized what she meant. “I’m a cunt,” I said hoarsely, “and I want to suck your cock.”
“Oh, he liked that!” Kathy bubbled, clapping her hands. “I think he wants you to show him how good you are now.”
My hands slid forward a little more, moving to his crotch. I almost jumped again as they made contact with his hard cock, but the sound of his breathing becoming audible gave me a little more confidence. I fondled his dick and balls a little, and forced a smile. “It feels really nice,” I told him. I leaned forward and kissed his shaft softly. “It tastes nice, too,” I whispered. Without even thinking, I started running my tongue up and down his shaft. He moaned softly, and I responded by taking him into my mouth. At that point, my lust took over and I stopped worrying about who he was. His cock was in my mouth and it felt so good that I couldn’t resist. “God, I’m such a whore,” I whimpered to myself as I swallowed a couple more inches of his meat. “I can’t believe I’m doing this,” I thought. “I’m blowing a guy and I don’t even know who he is or what he looks like! All I know is that he has a great cock!” I sucked a little harder as I thought about Kathy’s comments: if I was good enough, he’d let me see his face. At the time it had been important only because I didn’t want to go through life wondering if every guy I saw was the one I had blown. While that was still important, I now had extra incentive: I was enjoying his cock way too much to have him disappear. I had made up my mind: if he didn’t enjoy this blowjob, it wasn’t going to be because I didn’t give it my best shot. In less than ten minutes I had him squirming and gasping for breath. I knew I could finish him within seconds, but I decided not to. Instead, I backed off, taking him from my throat and kissing and licking his shaft and balls until his breathing slowed down. Only then did I pull him back into my mouth and start sucking in earnest again. A few minutes later I felt him tensing again, and again I backed him away from the edge. When he started to calm down a little, I kissed his dick one last time, then looked up to where I knew his face had to be and whispered “This time I want you to cum for me.” I pulled him back inside my lips and sucked gently while stroking his dick with my hands. I heard him gasp, “Oh, Jesus!” just as he grabbed my head. A second later his cock twitched and I felt his load gush onto my tongue. Triumphantly, I gulped down spurt after spurt of his thick, sweet semen until his spent cock softened in my mouth. I pulled it out, licked it clean, kissed it and then sat back, smiling and holding onto the soft cock. “I hope that was OK,” I purred.
“OK? It was fucking amazing!” he sighed. I listened closely, trying to recognize his voice. Did I know him?
“Suzy is becoming a really good cocksucker, isn’t she?” I heard Kathy ask.
“Oh, yeah,” he ageed, sighing again.
“Are you going to want to fuck her mouth again tomorrow?” she asked.
“Hell, yeah,” he laughed.
“Then it’s OK if I take off her blindfold now?”
“Only if she promises to let me do her again tomorrow.”
“She doesn’t have to,” Kathy said. “If I tell her to blow you again, she will.”
“That’s great,” he said, “but I want to hear her say it. I want her to say she wants me to fuck her mouth again. In fact, I want her to say it now and I want her to say it again after you take off the blindfold.”
“Suzy?” Kathy asked. “Is that OK with you?”
I nodded and looked up again, still trying to place his voice. “I want you to fuck my mouth again,” I said. “I want to suck your cock again and I want you to fill my mouth with another load of your delicious cum.” While the words tumbled out of my mouth, I realized I wasn’t just following his script—I DID want to do him again.
“Do it,” he told Kathy and I felt her fingers start untying the blindfold.
As she pulled it off, brightness of the light in the room momentarily blinded me. I blinked, trying to adjust to the change until my vision started to clear. When it did, my excitement quickly vanished, replaced by fear and humiliation. “Joe?” I gasped, fighting a sudden feeling of nausea. I looked at Kathy. “You, you had me blow my boss? Oh, God, how could you do this to me?”
She laughed. “A minute ago, you loved it and you clearly were looking forward to blowing him again. Why are you upset now? You should be thanking me.”
“Thanking you!” I gasped. I looked frantically at Joe. “I, I don’t know what to say!” I stammered. “I mean this, this isn’t what it seems like.”
He laughed. “Yeah, I think it is. Kathy told me all about you. I’ve heard about how you service her friends and how you’ve accepted the fact that you’re a whore. I felt the way you sucked my cock, and I know you meant it when you said you wanted me to fuck your mouth again. So, yeah, I think this is exactly what it seems like. As for what you should say? You should do what you promised: look me in the eye and tell me you want me to come back here tomorrow and fuck your mouth again.”
I stared into his eyes. “You’re serious, aren’t you? You really expect me to say that!”
“Of course I do,” he grinned. “Now do it...unless you don’t care about keeping your job.”
“I know you don’t mean that,” I smirked. “I’d sue you for sexual harassment!”
He laughed. “Yeah, right. I can see you filing a complaint now: He came to my house, where I dressed like a whore, sucked his cock and told him how much I loved it. Then he fired me when I wouldn’t do it again. If you want that in the public records go right ahead. Hell, I’d bet the national media would love that one!”
His analysis hit me like a punch in the stomach. Obviously, he was right—there was no way I could start a lawsuit like that. I looked frantically at Kathy who shrugged. “Hey, you already blew him once. Do you think doing it again will make things worse? I’d say breaking your promise would be worse in the long run than blowing him again. ”
My eyes moved back and forth between the two, hoping one of them would relent. When neither did, I could see there was only one way this would end. I looked up at Joe and murmured, “I, I want you to come back and fuck my mouth again tomorrow. I want to blow you again.”
His grin doubled in size. “Damn, that sounds great. I’m going to really enjoy having you as an employee from now on.”
“What? What does that mean?”
“It means I made a deal with Joe,” Kathy said. “You don’t honestly think your performance is going to stop tomorrow, do you?”
“What kind of deal?” I asked, terrified.
“Well, to start with, he agreed to give you all next week off as a bonus vacation.”
“A bonus vacation?”
“Yeah, well you already used up all your vacation time for the year, but Joe agreed to give you another week so you can practice being Suzy. Isn’t that wonderful?” I nodded numbly. “And guess what else?” Kathy gushed. “Joe promised he’ll stop by as often as he can during the week just to help you practice!”
“You mean just to get blowjobs,” I said.
“Well, that is practice,” she grinned.
“Oh, God,” I choked.
Kathy suddenly softened her voice and took my face in her hands. “Listen to me, darling,” she said. “Everything is going to be OK, I promise. You’re going to spend an entire week as Suzy. Doesn’t that sound wonderful? Just think about all the fun we can have! Think about how nice it will be!”
I struggled to breathe. “Kathy, please,” I begged. “If you care for me at all, don’t make me do this.”
She kissed me gently on the lips. “I’m only doing it because I care for you,” she said. “I love you and I want you to be happy. I can see how much you enjoy this new lifestyle, even if you don’t want to admit it. I think a week of being Suzy is just what you need to let you understand who and what you are.”
“What does that mean? Who and what I am? Who and what do you think I am?”
“You’re Suzy, and you’re a cunt,” she smiled. “You’re a horny cunt who loves sucking cock, and I’m going to help you accept and embrace that. I’ve never seen you as happy as you are when you’re wearing a miniskirt and have a cock in your mouth. You may not recognize that yet, or maybe you do and don’t want to admit it, but I think that by the end of the week you will.”
“I, I’m really going to spend the next week dressed like this?” I asked. “You really expect me to spend the whole week sucking cock like some cheap whore?”
“Yes,” she smiled, kissing me again, “you are and I do. And I’m betting that by the end of the week you’ll be thanking me for letting you do it.” She turned to Joe and added, “And we’ll both be thanking you.”
He grinned wickedly. “I know just how you can do that.”
“So do I,” she grinned back at him. “Now, would you like another blowjob before you leave?”
“I’d like it,” he smiled as he stood up, “but I can’t. My wife thinks I’m at the store, so I need to go pick up some things and get home before she gets suspicious. I’ll wait until tomorrow.”
She stood and kissed him passionately. “Fair enough,” she purred. “We’ll see you then.”
When he was gone, Kathy sat down beside me. “I know you’re upset with me,” she said understandingly, “but I really do believe this is the best thing for you. It will all work out, you’ll see.”
“You just had me blow the guy who owns the place where I work. You just promised I’d blow him as much as he wants all week. Do you think he’s going to let me stop after that? How is that going to all work out?”
“It will work out because deep down inside you know that you want to do it. I’ve always known there was something off about our relationship—you never seemed happy when we were fucking. Now I understand why. When I say you’re a cunt, I’m not just trying to humiliate you. I’m telling you what I see. You’re a cunt; you just happened to be born without the right equipment.”
“No,” I argued. “You’re wrong.”
“I don’t think I am,” she insisted. “But, I’ll make a deal with you. Do what I ask. Spend the next week as Suzy, doing what I tell you. Take a chance. Be a slut. Suck cock. If you don’t enjoy yourself, I promise I’ll burn all of your female clothes and never suggest it again. I’ll make sure Joe doesn’t either. But, if I do that, don’t you ever…and I mean ever…put on panties or a skirt or high heels ever again.”
“You mean that?” I asked. “You’ll really let me stop?”
“I will,” she promised. “But, there’s another side to the deal.”
She smiled. “If I’m right, you’re not going to want to give up being Suzy forever. If I’m right, you’re going to want to have more fun being a cunt, and I’m willing to help you do that. So, here’s the deal: after being Suzy from now until the end of next weekend, you’re going to make a decision. Either you’ll never put on women’s clothes again or you’ll agree that you’ll be Suzy every weekend and let me help you explore the whore side of your personality.”
“It will be my decision?”
“Totally. But, there’s no in-between. It’s either no more skirts or you’re a slut every weekend.”
“Just weekends?” I asked trying to confirm her terms.
“Well, I wouldn’t say just weekends,” she giggled. “But weekends are the only time I’ll insist on it. If you want to dress up every day I won’t stop you.”
“That’s not what I meant,” I blushed, “but, OK, it’s a deal, as long as I get to make the decision.”
“You will, but remember, you don’t start making decisions until after next weekend. Until then, you do what I tell you, just like you’ve been doing.”
“All right,” I agreed. “It’s a deal.”
“Perfect,” she nodded. “The first thing we need to do is go shopping. If you’re going to be a woman for the next week, you’re going to need more clothes. Ready to go?”
“I should probably go brush my teeth first,” I suggested.
“Afraid somebody will smell the cum on your breath?” she teased. I nodded and she shrugged. “Well, go ahead if you feel like you have to, but I’m guessing that by next weekend you won’t care.”
I couldn’t imagine she was right about that, but I knew better than to argue the point, especially when she was allowing me to do it my way for now. While I brushed my teeth, gargled and then touched up my lipstick, the impact of who I had just blown and what I had just agreed to continued to sink in. I could only pray that Kathy could control Joe the way she apparently believed she could, so that when my week was over he wouldn’t expect me to keep blowing him. As for the rest of the week? Well, I decided, that might not even be too bad. After all, I had enjoyed last weekend, and I had spent most of the week wishing I could put on a skirt. Maybe Kathy really was doing me a favor by letting me play Suzy for an uninterrupted week. With a little luck, it would either hook me completely on the experience or it would prove to me that I should abandon the game. “It will be quite a test,” I thought, “and I’m about to start that test right now.” I had expected that sometime during the weekend Kathy would want to take me out in public, and she certainly wasn’t wasting time. I glanced at the clock and took a deep breath. “Wow,” I thought, “I’ve barely been out of bed 8 hours and I’ve already blown two men, including my boss, and walked down the street dressed like a whore with my neighbors watching. Now I’m about to go to the mall and let dozens of people see me. What a day!”
The rest of the day was no less wild than the first part had been. Kathy and I walked around the mall for hours, hitting nearly all of the stores. Of course, that meant interacting with dozens of sales clerks, both men and women, as well as passing by dozens of other shoppers. As each one treated me like any other woman out shopping, I slowly started to accept the fact that I looked entirely female. That would have made the trip worthwhile even if I hadn’t been able to find any new clothes, but, to my delight, Kathy picked out lots of skirts, blouses, and dresses for me to wear during the next week, as well as panties, bras, and even a garterbelt and stockings. By the time we stopped for dinner, I had a full wardrobe of female clothing. “Do you like the things we’ve bought?” Kathy asked as we ate our salads.
“I do,” I admitted, “although the skirts are all pretty short. Shouldn’t I get at least one that’s a little longer?”
“Why?” she laughed. “Are you planning on wearing it to church? I can’t imagine any other scenario where you’d want a skirt that didn’t show off those great legs. You’re a whore, not a soccer mom. If a skirt doesn’t scream “fuck me” you have no business wearing it. If anything, I think some of the skirts we bought are too long.”
“Yeah, wouldn’t you like to buy one more really, really short skirt? One that barely covers your panties?”
I thought back to Steve’s suggestion earlier in the day. “That might be nice,” I admitted. “Steve did say he wanted me to wear something shorter tomorrow.”
“Good,” she nodded. “We’ll see what we can find, then get you some new shoes. After that, we’ll need to get going. We don’t want to keep Ron waiting, do we?”
“Oh, God, I forgot all about that!” I gasped. “No, we certainly don’t want to keep him waiting.”
An hour later, I had added the tiniest, tightest black spandex sleeveless minidress I had ever seen to my collection, along with a pair of red and black six-inch spike heels. While we walked to the car, I couldn’t stop remembering what I had looked like in the store mirror when I tried on the dress. It was so tight I could hardly breathe, and it barely covered my ass. If I leaned over even slightly, it rode up, exposing my panties. When Kathy had decided that we had to buy it for my next trip to Steve’s house, I was both terrified and excited. While I knew it was exactly what Steve wanted, I also had no idea how I could possibly walk down the street in my neighborhood wearing it. That fear was uppermost in my mind on the entire drive home, and, when Kathy noticed my preoccupation, we discussed my concerns. She continued to reassure me that her “cover story” of a visit from my sister would withstand the inquiries from the neighbors, and that I should just relax and “let Suzy be Suzy”. By the time we pulled into our driveway, I had made my decision. “I don’t see how I can relax,” I told her, “but, you’re right. I do need to let Suzy be Suzy. I’m going to do it.”
She patted my knee and smiled. “There was never a doubt in my mind that you would, darling. You’re so brave, it’s amazing. I said it before, but I have to say it again: I’m so proud of you!” She parked the car, then took both my hands in hers and stared into my eyes. “I know that you’re frightened by what’s happening and by what lies ahead, and I can’t blame you. You’re walking into a whole new world that would even be scary to someone who has grown up as a female. I don’t know many biological women who would have the courage to do the things you’ve done, let alone the things we both know you’re about to do. But, you’re not only doing them, you’re doing them spectacularly! If there was ever anyone who was born to be a whore, it’s you. You’re so hot and so eager to please, and you’re brave enough to push through your fears. I just know we’re going to have a wonderful time this week.”
“Thank you,” I said softly. “I guess that’s a compliment, although I don’t know if being told you were born to be a whore would usually qualify as that.”
She laughed. “It was meant as a compliment, darling, it really was. After all the years you’ve spent trying to be man so unsuccessfully, it’s nice to see you doing something you’re so good at.”
“Do you mean that?” I asked. “Do you really think I make a better woman than I do a man?”
“Much, much better,” she confirmed. “First of all, you’re gorgeous! I wish I looked as good in a miniskirt and heels as you do. Second, from what I’ve seen, the guys just love what your mouth can do with their cocks. More importantly, it’s pretty obvious that you love it, too. You know, people talk about men having a feminine side, but that’s usually just a small percentage of their personality. With you, I think the masculine side is about 5% of who you are. Take away that tiny little dick and those worthless balls and you’d be 100% female, because the rest of you is already there.”
“I don’t know about that,” I tried to smile.
“I do,” she insisted, “and I think that you will, too, by the time the next week is over. I bet that after a week as Suzy you won’t want to go back to what you were.”
I shrugged. “But I’ll have to, won’t I? I mean it’s not like I can just suddenly give up who I was. I still have to work and do other things as a man.”
“Maybe,” she smiled, “but, that’s a bridge we’ll cross when we get there, right?”
“Yeah, I guess so,” I sighed. “So, what now?”
“Now?” she grinned. “Now you go get ready for Ron’s visit. I can’t wait to show him again what a good whore you are!”
An hour later Kathy led me through Ron’s front door. Although I had decided to save the black minidress for Steve, I had changed into a red miniskirt that we had just bought and my new shoes, which were even higher than the ones I was used to. The appreciative leer Ron gave me told me that the wardrobe choice had been a good one. “Damn,” he said once we were inside, “you look hotter every time I see you!”
“Thank you,” I smiled back at him. “I’m glad you like it.”
“Let’s go in the living room to continue this conversation,” he smiled, taking my hand. When we reached his living room, I immediately saw a video camera on a tripod across from his sofa. He led me to the sofa while Kathy walked over to the camera. She pressed a button and a red light came on, indicating that it was recording. Ron turned me to face him and said, “That’s a really sexy outfit, Suzy,” he smiled.
“Thank you,” I gulped.
“Why would you wear something that sexy to visit me?”
“Why?” I asked.
“Yeah, why would you dress like that? Are you trying to turn me on or something?”
Remembering Kathy’s instructions from the day before, I nodded. “Of course I am,” I answered.
“Why would you want to do that?” he asked, sensing that I was accepting my role.
“Because, because I’m a whore and I’m addicted to your cock,” I said, my voice cracking.
“Oh, my,” he grinned. “What do you want to do with my cock?”
“I, I want to suck it,” I answered, surprised at how easily the words came out.
“You know I’m recording this, don’t you?” he asked. I nodded. “You don’t mind if I record you blowing me?”
“No,” I lied.
“Then you won’t mind if I show the video to my friends? That won’t bother you?”
“No,” I gulped, swallowing my fear. “I, I won’t mind. I, I don’t care who knows how much I( love your cock.”
“That’s a good little whore,” he grinned, while running his finger over my lips. “Now, show me you mean that.”
I sank to my knees and stared at his crotch. Taking a deep breath, I moved my fingers to his pants and started to unfasten them. As they dropped to the floor I could see his dick bulging inside his boxer shorts. He stepped out of his pants, the bulge jiggling in front of me. “Oh, God, it looks so big,” I whispered, more to myself than to Ron. Both of my hands grabbed the bulge through the shorts and I felt a now familiar rush of excitement. “I want it,” I groaned. “Oh, God, I want it!” The camera was the furthest thing from my mind now. I clawed at the waistband of the shorts, pulling it out and down over the growing cock. As I slid them down his legs, my eyes were locked on the huge erection inches from my face. Ron stepped out of his underwear and his dick bounced invitingly. I grabbed it with both hands and pulled it to my lips. I kissed the perfect head and felt my entire body tingle. “Can I really suck it?” I asked stupidly.
“Is that what you want?” he asked.
“More than anything,” I moaned.
He stepped backwards and sat on the sofa, spreading his legs. “Then enjoy yourself, cunt,” he laughed.
I crawled forward and buried my face in his crotch, kissing and licking his cock and balls. With each passing second I could feel my lust growing, and by the time I guided his dick between my lips and into my mouth I was nearly ready to explode. The sensation of his cockhead filling my mouth was amazing, and the fact that I had both hands wrapped around his shaft boggled my mind. After sucking on him for a minute or two, I glanced up as he stripped off his shirt exposing his sixpack abs and thick, muscular chest. “Oh, God,” I murmured, “I love being your whore. I love it when you call me a cunt.”
“That’s because you are a cunt,” he laughed. “You’re a cocksucking cunt. Admit it.”
I moaned softly. “Yessss,” I whimpered. “I am. I’m a cocksucking cunt.” I pulled him back into my mouth and swallowed as much of his massive cock as I could, sucking wildly.
After several more minutes, Ron gripped my face with both hands and pulled my head up until his dick popped out of my mouth. I looked up at him through my glazed vision, wondering why he had stopped me. “You’re doing real good, cunt,” he grinned. “My buddies are going to love watching this flick. I bet they’re all going to want to fuck that sweet mouth.” I moaned and closed my eyes. “Look at me, bitch,” Ron ordered. “I want to see your eyes.” I opened my eyes and stared up past his pecs. “I bet you’d just love to be here when my homies watch your movie, wouldn’t you?” My head spun at the suggestion. Part of my brain screamed at me to say no, that being in a room with his friends watching be suck cock was more than I could handle. However, another part of me was instantly excited by the prospect, imagining what it would be like to be exposed as a total slut. “Answer me, cunt,” Ron ordered. “Tell me how much you want to be here when my friends watch you blow me.”
“Oh, God, yes,” I whimpered. “Please let me do that.”
“You know they’re all going to be jerking off while they watch, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I answered, even though I hadn’t thought about that aspect.
“And they’re all going to want to cum in your mouth?” he pointed out.
“They are?” I gasped.
“Of course,” he grinned. “And you’re going to let them.”
“Oh, God,” I whimpered again.
“Say it,” he ordered. “Say it right now so everyone watching this video can hear it. Tell them they can cum in your fucking mouth.”
“Please,” I begged, “please just let me go back to sucking your cock.”
“Not until you say it, cunt,” he growled. “Not until you admit you want my buddies to cum in your mouth.”
“All right,” I surrendered. “You win. I, I admit it. I, I want your buddies to cum in my mouth.”
He laughed heartily. “Jesus, you’re such a slut! I thought Kathy was easy, but you make her look like a nun! OK, bitch, go ahead and finish my blowjob.”
I actually had tears rolling down my cheeks as I pulled his rod back into my mouth. I felt totally humiliated, but I knew what I was feeling at this moment was nothing compared to what I was going to have to face when Ron’s friends got to watch the video. “What have I done?” I asked myself while I sucked on that huge black cock. “It’s bad enough that Ron’s friends are going to see this. Why did I agree to be there? Why did I agree to let them all cum in my mouth?” It only took seconds for the aching erection in my panties to send an answer to my brain: “Because I really am a slut,” it told me. “Because I want to see how turned on I get them! Because I want to show Ron what a cunt I am!” I moaned softly around Ron’s dick as the final answer bubbled to the surface of my thoughts: “Because I want their cocks! I want them! I really do!” I shivered as the realization sank in, and then, as if it was pleased that I had accepted my desires, my own erection jerked and blasted a load into my panties. I moaned helplessly as the idea of multiple men cumming in my mouth drove my orgasm. By the time it ended there was no doubt in my mind that meeting Ron’s friends was going to be the most humiliating and most amazing adventure so far of my life as a woman. That, in turn, gave me incentive to work even harder on Ron’s cock. “Whoever is going to be watching this is going to get a great show,” I decided. “I’m going to make their dicks so hard they can’t wait to cum for me!” For the next ten minutes I dedicated myself to giving Ron the most erotic blowjob ever. I knew there was no way I could swallow his entire cock, but I took as much as I could, proudly showing off my newfound skills. I kissed, licked and sucked on every inch of his dick and balls while babbling uncontrollably about how wonderful his cock was and how much I loved being his cocksucking whore. As he got closer to his own orgasm, I begged him to fill my mouth with his hot, sweet cum. “I love being your cunt,” I told him. “It feels so good when you cum in my mouth! Show me how much you like fucking my lips…cum for me, pllllllleeeasssssse! Cum for meeeee!”
“Oooooohhhhhm fuck!” he groaned, grabbing my head with both hands and shoving his cock into my mouth. “I love it when a cunt begs for my cum! You asked for it, bitch…enjoy it!”
His dick erupted, sending an amazingly powerful blast of semen splashing off the roof of my mouth and down my throat. I gasped and swallowed, my hands pumping along his shaft to encourage his orgasm. Spurt after spurt of hot sperm filled my mouth and I swallowed each one gleefully. When he finally wore down, I continued to squeeze his softening dick, milking out every last oozing drop onto my waiting tongue. “Oh, God, that’s delicious,” I groaned. “Thank you, thank you, thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” he laughed. “Now, why don’t you look into the camera and tell us what you’ve learned from this experience?” As my lust died down, my fear and embarrassment seemed to spring back to life, making it difficult to respond to his request. “Come on, slut,” he urged. “Don’t start being shy now. Tell me and my friends what you’ve learned.”
I looked up and saw Kathy zooming the camera in on my face. “I, I learned I really am a whore,” I stammered. “I, I learned I love sucking cock. I, I hope I did a good job because I want you to let me do it again.”
“Trust me,” Kathy said from behind the camera, “that’s not going to be a problem. I can promise you’re going to spend a lot of time sucking Ron’s cock this week. Of course, he’s only one of the guys you’re going to be doing. That’s OK, isn’t it?”
“Of course,” I answered.
Kathy clicked off the camera and lowered it to her side. “Excellent!” she beamed. “I can’t believe what a great whore you’re becoming. I’ve got a feeling that by the time this week is over you’re going to be the perfect slut!”