The Trans Ultra Collection Vol 2

by Ursula Lovelace

  When his hand began to touch the inside of my thigh, I distracted him by sucking his cock. Inch by inch, I took his lengthy manhood into my mouth. The man’s prick seemed to swell in between my cheeks. I knew he was on the road to an explosive orgasm but we still had some time.

  Damian retracted his hand as I suckled him. I bopped my head up and down as I took more and more of his shaft. The man couldn’t take it anymore. He wanted his prick inside of me.

  Withdrawing his cock out of me, Damian growled. “Megan, I want to fuck you!”

  A shiver crawled across my spine. My crotch was a one way street. Fucking my ‘cunt’ was a nonstarter.

  With a bit of quick thinking, I flipped onto my back and yelled back. “Fuck my ass!”

  Looking over my shoulder, I beckoned him by lifting up my skirt and exposing my panties. I even blew a kiss at him for good measure.

  Damian pulled down my panties and whistled at my ass. “With pleasure.”

  The angle I was lying down in helped hide my balls between my legs. Regardless, I could feel his prick teasing the entrance to my ass. The man wanted me to relax before he penetrated me.

  He rotated his cock against my ass. Finally, I puckered up for his tool and took a deep breath. When he was satisfied, he entered me with one precise motion.

  I cried out as he entered me. A gasp escaped my lips as my body reeled from the intrusion. Pleasure pulsed outwards from the point of contact. I felt feverish with erotic delight.

  Damian didn’t give me a moment’s reprieve. Slowly, he entered me and allowed me to get used to his thickness. I couldn’t believe my ass was swallowing his prick with relative ease. I could feel the tip of his cock probe the depths of my anus. However, his shaft still had some room to go even deeper.

  He looked to be locked in a trance. I didn’t think either of us could stop this even if we wanted to. I wanted this just as much as he did. I put a hand on his ass and gestured for him to fuck me harder and faster.

  He more than obliged. “Fuck, you’re so tight Megan!”

  The man gyrated his hips and entered even deeper. His thrusts were powerful enough to make the bed creak. Each motion sent me closer and closer to my orgasm.

  My cock felt trapped between the bed and my body. I was hard as a brick down there. Yet, I felt more like a woman than ever before. I didn’t think of myself as Mark. I was now a woman fucking a man.

  In fact, I loved having a man fuck me. “Yes, fuck me Damian!”

  Damian loved fucking me just as much. However, the man seemed to be more in love with who I was than merely my body. I saw pure love on his face.

  As he marveled at me, the man steadily fucked me closer and closer to my orgasm. His thrusts were strong and steady. His pace slowly quickened as we neared our mutual orgasm. I didn’t know how longer I could hold out.

  My fingers dug onto the bedding as I drooled senselessly on the sheets. I felt like I was being impaled upon Damian’s prick. He was so close to discovering my cock and my deception along with it. Yet, I was too lost in this wild encounter. I thought of myself as an actual woman instead of an imposter.

  I had never been aroused before in my life. My cock was as rigid as a steel rod. It had escaped my panties and brushed up against my abdomen. I felt my balls churn with my load. Damian wasn’t too far off from coming either. Our cries of passion echoed in the bedroom.

  His cock felt as long and thick as my forearm. I didn’t know how my ass was taking all of him in. It was enough for me to start coming. Damian joined in with an orgasm of his own. The man grunted and broke out into a series of frenetic fucking motions. “Megan… I’m going to fucking… AH!”

  His cock twitched inside of me as he thrust deep into my ass. Damian grunted as his cock dug deep into me before letting loose with a flurry of lunges. Finally, his prick jolted inside of me and let loose a torrential downpour of hot cum. I felt his coat the walls of my ass with his seed. I moaned in delirium and yelled. “Fuck me Damian! AH!”

  I didn’t know how to react. My body chose for me by convulsing under him. Pleasure prickled every inch of my skin as I shot a load inside my skirt. The pressure of my release sent the hem of my dress fluttering as I came. The warm liquid turned my dress into a darker shade.

  Everything was a damn blur. I forgot that I was even a man cross-dressing as a woman. I was simply a member of the fairer sex enjoying an earth-shattering orgasm.

  Together, we fell onto the bed. We were both drained of our energy. I could’ve gone for another drink and slept the night away.

  Nonetheless, that should’ve been my cue to quickly hide my cock and get out of here.

  Or so I thought.

  Chapter 5

  “Megan… is that a…?” Damian stuttered, staring straight at my groin. “Y-you’re a man!”

  I stared down and saw that my erection had poked through my panties and past the hem of my dress. Damian was even more bewildered than I was. He cautiously reached out for my cock as if to see that it was real.

  The feel of his cool fingertips against my cock confirmed the truth.

  Damian had fucked another man.

  I thought his disbelief would turn into anger. I was completely shell-shocked. I didn’t know what to say to temper his rage. “Damian… it’s not what it looks like!”

  To my surprise, he didn’t look angry. In fact, he didn’t seem the slightest bit upset. “Who are you?”

  “I-I’m a guy named Mark,” I explained, trying to conjure up an excuse. I decided the truth would serve me better. “I couldn’t find work as a man so I dressed up like a female comedian to land jobs. Please, I never meant for something like this to happen. I was just trying to get work!”

  He stared back in disbelief. “But how? It was so real.”

  “It was just makeup and a new set of clothes,” I explained. Well, there was a lot more to it. I had to change how I walked and how I talked. However, I focused on pleading for my mercy. “Please, keep my secret, Damian. Let me go and we can forget this ever happened.”

  “But I don’t want to forget,” he whispered, staring deep into my eyes. It was a look of pure love. The fact that I had a cock dangling between my legs hadn’t changed this. “This was the most amazing sex of my life… Megan.”

  I was stunned. “But I’m a man, Damian!”

  He silenced me with a kiss. It was even more sensual than our lovemaking from earlier. Whatever fear I held in my body evaporated as I gave in.

  I wasn’t sure whether he was in love with me or not. He could’ve fallen for the illusion of Megan I had created. Or revelation that I was a man had furthered his attraction to me. At this point, it didn’t really matter. The man was head over heels in love with me.

  When he broke apart from me, Damian said to me with a smile. “Damn, you’re beautiful.”

  I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. “Aren’t you angry at me? Are you going to go to the police and tell them everything?”

  He shook his head before stroking my face. “And lose you? No, I’m going to keep this. The police and your fans won’t find out.”

  I reached out to hug him. “Thank you so much! No wonder you’re my biggest fan.”

  He got serious. “But I’ll need something in return for keeping this under wraps.”

  I gulped. “What do you want? I have money.”

  It was a stupid offer. The man was richer than I could ever hope to be. However, Damian wasn’t interested in that. “I’ll need you to visit me every now and then.”

  “For what?”

  He grinned. “To have a private show… like this.”

  I knew what he was implying. “You want me to pretend to be a woman and sleep with you?”

  “I don’t want you to pretend,” he answered, kissing me again. “I need you to be Megan. I want to see and feel her.”

  Damian sounded completely serious. As crazy as his proposition was, I didn’t have any second thoughts about it. I loved being Megan. I enjoyed everything from tellin
g jokes on stage to wearing nice dresses. It was just as he had said. I didn’t need to even pretend.

  I was Megan.

  I nuzzled my nose against his hand and said. “I can’t wait to put a smile on that face, Damian.”

  The next few weeks were a whirlwind. Damian became my public boyfriend and the tabloids wrote about us for a couple of weeks. We went on dates before retiring to one his penthouse suites for the night. The two of us were practically a celebrity couple.

  I didn’t just stay with him to keep my secret. I genuinely enjoyed being with Damian. The man certainly knew his way around in bed. I loved being Megan just as much as he loved having sex with me.

  Soon, I moved into his ritzy house. I could dress up as Mark anytime I wanted to but I didn’t. Megan was my identity now. I loved my new life as a woman.

  “Tell me a joke, Megan,” Damian said, lying in bed. It was another night where I gave him a ‘private show.’ It never failed to put him in a good mood. “Something new this time.”

  I giggled before crawling onto the bed. “Did I ever tell you the joke about the comedian who couldn’t find work?”

  Chapter 1

  Stuntman.

  Daredevil.

  Stunt Performer.

  It doesn’t matter what you call me. I always got the job done. It doesn’t matter how dangerous of a job it is. I can get it done come hell or high water. More importantly, I get it done in style.

  Need someone to perform a death-defying leap? Want to light someone on fire? Are you looking for someone to walk a tightrope while suspended hundreds of feet in the air?

  I’m your guy. Jake’s my name and stunts are my game. I could do anything from mock sword fighting to high-speed car chases.

  People loved big explosions and epic crashes on the big screen. Of course, not too many people wanted to risk their lives bringing these scenes to life. You needed someone crazy enough to do this for a living.

  That’s where a stuntman like me comes in.

  Our craft went back to the days of Charlie Chaplin and Buster Keaton. They would perform crazy gags to thrill audiences. Of course, that was a different time. Back then, most actors were willing to do their own stunts.

  Now, people like me stepped in when a scene got too dangerous for an A-list actor. We had the training and discipline to pull off a thrilling action scene with casual ease. With a bit of makeup, I could pass myself off as a movie star.

  It was better than having an actor do his own stunts and risk injury to himself. An injured star had dire consequences for the rest of the production team. Sure, the guy proved that he was a macho man for doing his own stunts but the rest of the crew was without work. The entire production would get shutdown and the production company would have an inquiry on their hands. On top of that, they would have to pay out a huge insurance clause to the injured star.

  Of course, I needed to get actual work in the first place. In the past month, I had really struggled to land a stunt gig. Year after year, the jobs had begun to dry up.

  It all had to do with computer generated stunts. Instead of hiring a stuntman like me, they would green screen the actor and use a computer to add special effects in post-production. Instead of staging a real stunt, some computer graphics company could do it for pennies to the dollar. With the magic of technology, even some unfit actor could transform into an action star.

  In a way, I understood what they were going for. Stunt work could be dangerous and expensive. They could seriously injure an actor and risk shutting down the whole production. Nevertheless, I hated the fact that they would rather sit in front of a computer with a latte than pay a guy like me an honest wage for an honest day’s worth of work.

  I was even entertaining the thought of going abroad to Asia. They were always looking for stuntmen like me when filming action movies. Many film production companies there still did traditional stunts. The old ways were still alive in the east.

  When I was going through my email for work in Asia, I came across an email from a film production company called ‘Frolic Pictures.’ It sounded like some children’s movie company. I knew some of them had adult actors who needed doubles for some pretty tame stunts. Nonetheless, it looked like a job offer and I wasn’t in a position to turn it down.

  I clicked the link to their website and did a double take.

  They weren’t a children’s film production company.

  They made adult films. By that, I meant they made porn. I wanted to immediately back off and close down the window to their website. Yet, something compelled me to stay.

  They had a lot of vanilla stuff like missionary and anal sex. But there were also a lot of weird fetishes like having men dress up as schoolgirls before getting fucked in the ass. I didn’t know who was interested in this kind of filthy stuff.

  More importantly, this company made porn. I wondered why they were interested in a stuntman like me. Perhaps, they had a wild action sequence in mind. It still sounded way too big budget for a porno. Most adult films were made on a shoe-string budget. Besides, I wasn’t sure I wanted to be associated with a porn movie just to earn a quick payday.

  I thought about exiting the website before remembering my financial situation. I was dipping into my savings to pay for groceries and rent. If Frolic Pictures was offering me a fair gig, I wasn’t in a position to refuse.

  I went back to the email and drafted up a reply. I told them I was a stuntman interested in hearing their offer. I gave them my curriculum vitae and a few videos of my stunts. I avoided sending them any references. I didn’t want my usual business partners to know I was desperate enough to look for work with a porn company. This wasn’t exactly like being a chariot rider in Ben-Hur. Finally, I sent the email and hoped for the best.

  I couldn’t help but be captivated by Frolic Pictures’ website. For a porn studio, they had pretty good production values. Each film looked to be an hour long with a storyline. I had worked on movies and TV shows that looked less professional that this stuff.

  I looked at the preview gallery and saw beautiful people have sex in a variety of positions and settings. Some of them were pretty traditional porn movies with a guy fucking a girl in a bedroom. Others were kinkier, such as a dominatrix spanking a man with a paddle. Frolic Pictures had a little something for everyone. There was even a wild video about a guy getting fucked by a woman with a strap-on dildo.

  Strangely enough, I found myself aroused by the last video. I even watched some preview footage of it and felt my cock grow hard. I didn’t know why the hell I was suddenly so interested in kinky stuff like this.

  The woman was decked out in full dominatrix gear with a strap-on dildo between her legs. Her outfit had cutouts that revealed her full and perky breasts. A domino mask and a set of red lipstick completed the look. She was sexy and beautiful as they came. The website identified her as Mistress June. It was a stage name and I could tell she was a regular on the website.

  A part of me wondered if Frolic Pictures would give me a free subscription for working with them. I always got a few freebies from production companies. It didn’t make up for the small paycheck but it was a nice bonus. Well, a year’s worth of porn was different from a free t-shirt.

  A couple of days later, I got a reply from Frolic Pictures. I had been so busy browsing their website that I forgot that I was looking to work with them. I immediately opened their email and read it.

  They had a job offer for me.

  Chapter 2

  I would’ve jumped up for joy if this was any other company. Nevertheless, the email was from a man named Andy Hawkins. Apparently, he was the founder and CEO of Frolic Pictures. I couldn’t recall the last time someone so high up the food chain reached to me.

  In the email, he said he was interested in working with me. There had been a recent opening and a man like me could help get the production back on track. He added that his production company was like a family and everyone was treated well. His words were vague but it seemed like this was
a real job opportunity.

  Hell, Mr. Hawkins even gave me a guest pass for his website. I could see all their galleries and movies without paying a cent. I knew I was going to treat myself to a tour.

  Nevertheless, I felt like I was at a crossroads. I could fly halfway across the world to find work in Asia. I wouldn’t have to deal with the humiliation of working with a porn company. I could keep doing what I was doing. However, there was no guarantee that I would find steady work there as a stuntman.

  In fact, stunt work wasn’t exactly a cakewalk. You had to wait around for a long time for diva actors to get on stage. Accountants got you the least expensive burn insurance for stunts involving fire. Everyone thought you were disposable instead of someone who could keep the movie star safe from harm’s way.