by D. L. Savage
This immediately gave me confidence. There was something about this new power dynamic, I realized; here I was, a young, sexy woman, in complete control over a stuttering, blushing, horny kid. He obviously wanted me, and he was obviously turned on by the goodies I was buying, and I realized right there and then that I could have done anything I wanted with him …
I felt my nipples stiffen a little beneath the cups of my bra, and my clit throbbing too, my pussy all warm and gooey beneath my panties.
“Thanks,” I purred, offering my credit card to him, watching with delight as he fumbled my items into a plain plastic carrier.
It was only as he was swiping my card through the machine that I was struck by a pang of terror: that card still had my male name, Jonathan Edwards, printed on it! Fuck! What if he noticed?
But he was way too distracted and nervous to care. The slip buzzed and printed out and he offered it to me a pen to sign it with trembling fingers.
I smiled again, even giving him a sexy little wink for good measure, before signing my name, purposefully illegibly.
Then I took my carrier, and was about to leave the shop when a thought struck me: Jill finished her shift at the coffee shop at exactly three, she would most likely be back home in the apartment when I got back.
Damn it!
I was feeling so fucking horny, I just couldn’t wait until the next time they went to bed or left me alone that night. And I knew I couldn’t spend more than a few minutes locked away in the bathroom without arousing their suspicions.
I was about to despair when it struck me — the video booths!
I could take my new purchases in there! Perhaps watch a porno, too, and have a little fun.
“Say,” I said, turning back to the nervous-looking cashier, “the video booths at the back there …” I nodded to the red curtained off doorway at the far corner of the room. “They have locks on the doors, right?”
The cashier gulped loudly, then nodded.
And before he could say another word, I turned on my heel and headed, as sexily and confidently as I could, towards that mysterious red curtained off area at the very back of the store.
I could feel all those hungry, leering male eyes of the other customers watching me as I walked.
With a nervous hand, I reached out and drew back the curtain, then stepped through, into the darkness …
* * *
Once my eyes adjusted, I realized I was standing in a dimly lit corridor, with doors on either side, leading to the video booths. I walked down the corridor, hearing the rubber of the soles of my sneakers squeaking on the tiles, feeling my heart pounding against my ribs. I approached the door at the very farthest end of the corridor, which was standing a little ajar. I opened it, peering in at the small cabin, with its video screen on one wall, plastic lawn chair in the middle, and a trash can in the corner, full of what looked like balled up paper towels.
I quickly stepped inside and closed the door behind me, locking it, feeling nervous about the idea of any of those seedy, creepy guys following me in here. I tried the handle a couple of times, just to make sure it was securely fastened. Then, once I was sure I was finally alone, I sat down on the dingy plastic chair, taking a moment to examine my surroundings.
The cabin smelt strongly of a heady mixture of sweat and cum, and there was a stack of paper towels next to the trash can, I assumed to mop up the copious amounts of jizz that got spilled in here. I didn’t imagine this place got many female customers; I guessed I was something of an anomaly. Next to the video screen was a slot to feed in dollar bills. And on the left hand wall, at about waist height, I registered with surprise that there was an oval hole, too, connecting my booth with the one next door.
What the fuck? I thought, as I leaned in to examine it, feeling my heart quicken a little.
It was some kind of peep hole, I guessed, but it looked professionally made, a feature of the booth, not something that one of the horny patrons had drilled out themselves.
I’d vaguely heard of gay guys making holes like this in truck stop restrooms, to suck each other’s dicks through the cubicles, and I wondered if this was what this hole was for, too.
With a little trepidation, I leant forward and peered gingerly through it, into the next booth along which, thank God, was completely empty.
Well, I thought, I’ll have my fun, but if I so much as hear someone come into that booth next door, then I’ll have to quickly get up and leave. The idea of anyone peering in on me kind of filled me with a queasy dread, for some reason. I wasn’t quite ready and comfortable in my new body to put on a show for just anybody yet!
Once I was absolutely sure that I was alone, and that no one was looking in at me from the next booth along, I reached into my purse and drew out a small roll of bills, feeding a couple into the slot next to the video screen. Immediately the screen burst into life: the cabin was flooded with light and sound from the porno playing on the screen, a movie of a slim young girl sucking away greedily at a big black throbbing cock, all wet and slick with her saliva.
I felt an immediate pang of horniness as I took in the image, my pussy once more throbbing and yearning for me to play with it as my eyes watched the on-screen cock hungrily.
So I made myself comfortable on the lawn chair, then took the two dildos out of their packaging, examining each one closely, feeling the excitement building even further in my stomach as I thought about just what I was about to do with them next. As the girl on screen softly moaned with delight, slurping and sucking away on that big black glistening cock, I held my own big black dildo before my face, licking my lips, parting them as I began to gently suck on the large mushroom head of the dildo, feeling its huge girth fill my mouth as I took it between my lips, stretching my jaw wide as I softly sucked on it. I kept my eyes open, watching the girl on the screen, as I too sucked away on a big black glistening cock, parting my legs so wide now that my mini-skirt rode up around the tops of my thighs.
As I fucked my mouth with the dildo in one hand, the fingers of my other hand moved eagerly between my legs, touching gently against the silky fabric of my thong which, I realized with a shiver of excitement, was absolutely soaked through and gooey with my juices. I moved the gusset aside with my trembling fingers, toying with my rock-hard clit and puffy, swollen pink pussy lips, my fingers slipping easily in and out of my sopping wet hole. I didn’t need that lube after all, I thought, as I touched the head of the second, smaller dildo to my yearning opening.
With a soft sigh, I felt it finally slip inside me, stretching me wide open, but not unpleasantly.
I kept my eyes fixed on the horny slut on screen the whole time, sucking and moaning, as I too sucked away on the big black dildo in my mouth while I began to softly, slowly, slide the second jelly-like cock in and out of my soaking wet hole. I leaned back in the chair, groaning, savoring the feeling of my two holes getting worked on simultaneously, imagining just how delicious it would be if these were real human cocks, not just jelly ones …
And I was so lost in my private ecstasies, moaning and slobbering, bucking my hips, my legs thrust wide apart, my jaw straining, my chin wet and slicked with my spit, that it took me quite a while before I realized that there was something poking through the peep hole and into my booth!
I pulled the two dildos out of my mouth and pussy, sitting upright in the chair with a mixture of fright and surprise, clamping my knees firmly together, my heart pounding, my breath shivering in my throat, the only sound in the booth now being the soft moans and sighs of the girl on the porno on-screen.
Because there, right in front of me, just a few feet from my face, jutting fully into my booth, was a softly twitching, fully-erect cock …
* * *
There it was, pulsing softly in front of me. And it was huge; much bigger than the cock that I used to have …
As I looked at it, I found myself moistening my lips a little, and a strange new tingling sensation began in my pussy. It was almost like a pain; a sweet
yearning pain. With a naughty shiver, I realized that there was nothing really, nothing at all, to stop me from leaning forward and taking that big hard cock right in my mouth, just for a moment, just to see what a real dick actually tasted like –
whether it was just as delicious as I’d imagined it to be.
I looked around me, not really sure what I was checking for exactly, but I guess just making certain that I was completely alone.
Then, once I was satisfied, I shifted out of the chair, now kneeling down in front of that big pink swollen dick, jutting so proudly through the hole in the wall.
As I brought my face a little closer to it, I could smell its scent: just a very faint sweaty smell, but nothing too unpleasant. In fact, in a way, it kind of got my pulse racing even more. As a scientist, I knew that my new feminine body would respond to the pheromones this cock’s scent contained, but that rational scientific part of me was quickly melting away ...
I looked at it closely, at its veins, at its balls, which were big and tight and covered in a light brown fuzz of hair.
The head was a darker pink than the rest, really big and bulbous, and again I licked my lips a little as I looked at it.
The main thing that was turning me on was how different this dick was to my delicate little pussy and titties, and how my body seemed to yearn for it, to want nothing more than to get it off, to stroke and suck at it, to give this anonymous stranger my mouth and hands, to use for his pleasure.
It seemed more of a psychological than a physical urge: I wanted to use my brand new skills and my new feminine sexuality to bring this guy off. That was what was turning me on right now ...
I reached out to the dick with a trembling hand, wrapping my small pale fingers around its thick girth, feeling the silky smoothness of his skin and the sheer weight of it, as I gently began to jack it. It was so big I couldn’t quite get my hand fully around its thickness, and I sighed a little, parting my mouth in anticipation, as I jacked this stranger’s big meaty dick, watching with delight as it grew even longer and harder with each stroke I gave it, the head swelling to monstrous proportions and a clear bead of precum slowly but surely emanating from its tip.
“You like that, do you?” I murmured huskily.
And from behind the thin cabin wall, I heard a low manly grunt of approval.
As I continued to stroke the dick with my right hand, I reached down to my throbbing pussy with the fingers of my left, finding my lips so incredibly swollen and puffy now, and completely gooey wet with my own juices.
I turned around and picked up the pink jelly dildo from the floor and once more touched it to my yearning hole, feeling it easily slip inside me.
I moaned with delight, fucking myself with this fake cock, while keeping my gaze locked on the real one in front of me, the one that any moment now I would take in my mouth …
I groaned again, stroking the dick harder, leaning forward to suck it, parting my lips eagerly, outstretching my tongue, but just at that very same moment, I heard a long low moan from behind the cabin wall, and the dick in my hands twitched violently and then began to spurt, sending out one thick hot squirt of pure white cum after another!
The first squirt landed right in my open mouth, and instinctively I spat it out again, pulling myself away as the dick continued to spurt, sending a second jet onto my neck, then a third onto the bare flesh above my titties and a fourth and fifth onto my brand new vest top.
I shivered, my whole body heaving with a mixture of nerves, shock and excitement, still taken a little off-guard by what had just happened.
As the softening dick slid away, back through the hole and into the gloomy darkness of the adjacent cabin from where it had come, I rolled my tongue gingerly around my mouth.
I’d never tasted cum before, not even my own back from when I was a guy.
It had a faintly bleachy, salty taste, but I found with surprise that it really wasn’t too unpleasant. If anything, I kind of liked it ...
I stood up and pulled off my panties, using them as a makeshift rag to wipe as much cum as I could from my chin and neck and collarbone.
Then I dropped them, along with the glistening wet dildos, into the plastic carrier.
Finally, I carefully smoothed my mini skirt back down over my pert little butt and unlocked the door, stepping out into the dim corridor just as the cabin next to mine also began to open.
I quickly turned and began walking back towards the curtain, not wanting to see the owner of that big anonymous cock, preferring instead to leave it forever a dirty secret.
And as I walked, instinctively sashaying my hips and feeling my puffy, swollen pussy lips sliding slickly against each other from my own wetness, the taste of that stranger’s cum still thick in my mouth, my stained balled up panties and two used dildos in the carrier bag swinging by my side, the owner of that big dirty cock probably watching my tight ass as I walked away from him, I felt hornier than I’d ever felt before.
In fact, I felt like a real fucking slut.
* * *
“What are you so happy about?” Jill said as I came through the door. She lying was on the couch, her legs draped across Stephen’s. “You look like the cat that got the cream!”
Instinctively my hand shot up to my face, just to double check there were no stray splashes of cum remaining. But I knew there weren’t; I’d made sure to stop in a restroom at the mall on my way home and fix my makeup as best as I was able.
“Another shopping trip?” Stephen grinned, staring at the carrier in my hand.
I smiled sheepishly and nodded, feeling another pang of embarrassment. If only they knew what dirty, filthy things this bag contained!
I peeked nervously down at my vest top, at the couple of patches where I’d made sure to scrub out the cum stains, but still … I felt like it was written all over me. And what’s more, I couldn’t get the image of that big hard dick, squirting its thick ropes of jizz, from out of my spinning, swirling mind. I felt like I was in a real frenzy of lust, and I knew I needed something to take my mind off it.
I tried my hardest to focus, to remember why I was in this situation in the first place: my research. I composed myself, taking a deep breath then sitting down in the chair facing the young couple on the couch.
“So?” I asked, knowing Stephen had been planning to speak to the heads of the lab today, about the possibility of organizing a meeting for me to unveil my findings. “Any luck?”
“I think I’ve got Max on board,” he said, “but I’m afraid the others are looking a little harder to convince … I’ll keep trying …”
I knew from bitter experience just how difficult and skeptical the board were; Max was an old college buddy of mine, but I could picture the sour, pinched faces of the other committee members. I needed this meeting, it was my last remaining hope …
“Well, keep trying,” I said, smiling sadly, knowing there was little else I could do except wait. My whole fate now rested in Stephen’s hands.
Even in my sad state, my eyes strayed once more to his body, to those beefy tanned biceps emerging from his t-shirt, and to his thick toned thighs. It was as if my whole body ached for him, deep in its very fibres, and I wished it was me that had her legs draped across him, not Jill — that lucky bitch!
“Hey, Lucy,” she said kindly, breaking me out of my envious thoughts.
It felt so strange to hear her use my new girly name, but I found I really enjoyed the sensation of hearing her say it, too.
“I’m organizing a ladies’ night this weekend. It’s my girlfriend Nancy’s birthday. Wanna tag along with us, perhaps make a few new female friends?”
I smiled.
“Sure!” I said.
“What about us?” Stephen sighed from his place on the couch. “I thought Saturday night was movie night?”
“Not anymore!” Jill said happily. “And I’m afraid you can’t come out with us, either. There’s a strictly no boys allowed policy in operation!”
I smil
ed again, so glad that I had these two friends looking out for me, helping me adjust to my new life. I knew I must be a real burden on them at the moment and I was so grateful that they were letting me live here like this, rent free, even though they only had a single bedroom. I just hoped I could get my situation a little more sorted out very soon.
“Thanks Jill,” I said, trying to ignore the pangs of guilt I was feeling, at all those lusty, secret thoughts I’d been having about her boyfriend …
* * *
“Wow, you girls look foxy!” Stephen said with a gasp, when he saw Jill and I emerge from the bathroom together. Jill had helped me choose my outfit — a figure hugging LBD (little black dress), complete with strappy heels (I was just about getting used to walking in them now) and beneath it, a matching black g-string and bra. I had my hair scraped up in a tight, high ponytail, and my makeup was incredibly sexy and glittery. Jill had done me ‘cat’s eye’ style eyeliner, and brushed my cheeks with a sparkly blusher of hers, suggesting a deep sultry pink lipstick from her collection to complete the look.
I had to admit, I felt so utterly sexy in my new outfit and makeup, and again I marveled at just what a transformation this had been; from my old life as a dowdy balding professor to this sexy, slinky young thing! The thing that struck me as strangest of all was that I’d spent all those years not even aware of the many pleasures that I was now enjoying: the sumptuous feel of that taught stretchy fabric against my silky skin, the gentle weight of my soft pert breasts on my chest, with their hard little nipples tight and straining beneath the snug cups of my bra, and then there between my legs that almost continuous tingling sensation of my throbbing yearning clit and almost-permanently-wet pussy lips. I felt ‘on heat’ nearly all the time now, you see, and I have to say that I enjoyed that sensation too. It was as if every fiber of my being was burning away with a deep lusty warmth that only a big hot meaty cock could satisfy. And I knew that, before long, I would have to give in to my deepest, darkest temptations …
