by D. L. Savage
There behind it was Lucas, his rippling, muscular back to me, one foot lifted up on a chair as he toweled himself down, his broad back still slicked and glittering with sweat. I could smell his hot, sweaty, animal musk in the little white room and the mirror behind him was steamed up at the edges. In it, I caught a quick glimpse of his cock, which was still extremely thick even though it was now only semi-erect, swinging deliciously between his legs as he ran the towel between his thighs.
“Hey,” I croaked, so nervous I could feel my whole body pounding with my own heartbeat.
I closed the door behind me, unsure what to do next. I tried to catch my breath as he dropped the towel and took a few steps towards me, his dark eyes still smoldering and the light catching the beads of sweat on his broad shoulders, making them glitter like little precious jewels.
“Hi,” he murmured, his lips only inches from mine now, and in that last moment I remember thinking just how strange and unreal it was - how completely fucking filthy - that I’d had his cock in my mouth before I’d even kissed him.
As he pressed his mouth hard against mine, my hand once again went straight between his legs, as if it had a mind of its own, and I cupped his stiffening cock and hot sweaty balls in my palm, feeling his package tighten and lengthen as his hungry tongue flicked urgently against mine. His hand too mirrored mine; cupping my sex above my silky dress, his fingers immediately finding the throbbing, swelling nub of my clit hood, even through the gossamer-thin layers of my dress and panties. I let out a small groan, as his other hand began tugging at my hard nipple through the flimsy silk, then scooped my entire right breast free, exposing my tingling skin to the sweaty, musky air of the dressing room.
His cock by now was rock hard and boiling in my hand. I worked it urgently, jacking him as he toyed with my breast and my pussy, his eager hand now moving beneath the hem of my dress, sliding up my inner thigh, causing an electric wave of deliciousness as his big hot fingers stroked my bare ass cheeks for a moment then tugged aside the flimsy little g-string, slicking the wet lips of my pussy thoroughly with my own copious juices.
I pulled my mouth away from his, wanting to explore his whole body with my lips, working my kisses down his neck then his pecs, tasting the salty tang of his sweat as I took his own hard little nipple between my teeth, sucking and biting on it for a second before moving further downwards, running my lips and tongue over his six-pack abs, before once again reaching that hot, throbbing manhood between his legs.
I could feel the heat radiating off him as I crouched down in the small, dirty room and brought my face eagerly towards his cock. I was like some sort of animal, not caring about anything other than the present moment. I spread my legs wide, hitching my dress up around my thighs, tugging my panties to one side, my urgent, trembling fingers finding my sopping wet pussy and clit, as I began to frantically masturbate myself while sucking on Lucas’s beautiful, perfect cock. I bobbed my head on it, while down there beneath my fingers, my clit felt bigger and more swollen than it had ever felt before. My cunt too was absolutely sopping wet, my pussy juices running between my buttocks as I finger-fucked myself with my other hand, my mouth still crammed full of his big hot dick, my fingers slipping easing in and out of my pussy. I didn’t feel so tight now, I was so worked up, and I wondered if I might perhaps be able to fit his dick inside me, to finally experience a real human cock in my pussy.
With a strange pang of excitement, I realized that if he did fuck me, then in a way he was taking my virginity; this beefy sweaty hunk that I hardly even knew was about to experience my tight little pussy for the very first time …
His hot hands grabbed my head and held it still for a moment, and then he began rhythmically thrusting himself in and out of my mouth, pulling his cock right out so only the tip of it touched against my lips, then thrusting himself right the way in. I was worried that he might make me gag, but he knew just when to stop and I groaned as he fucked my mouth at just the right intensity for me.
“Stand up,” he commanded suddenly, pulling himself out of my mouth.
I did as I was told and he quickly turned me around and pushed me forwards so that I was leaning forwards with both hands on the little white dressing table, facing my own reflection in the steamy dressing room mirror. My hair was disheveled and hanging in my face, my cheeks were flushed and sweaty, and my small pert breasts were both hanging from my dress, my nipples standing out in rock hard points.
Wow, I looked like such a fucking slut!
I thought he was going to fuck me from behind, but I watched him in the mirror with surprise and delight as he instead knelt down behind me. I felt him lift my dress, throwing it up around my waist, then tug my g-string down over my thighs. Then his hot hands parted my buttocks and I felt a twinge of embarrassment, realizing that that this handsome, hunky stranger was now staring right at my asshole.
I gulped and closed my eyes and then my mind melted away as I felt his hot wet tongue touch gently against my private, puckered button. As his tongue ran in delicious, tantalizing circles around my tingling asshole, I whimpered with pleasure, feeling him push it all the way into my ass, fucking me gently with his mouth.
Oh God, it felt so fucking good! I closed my eyes, lost in the moment, cupping my own breasts and pinching my nipples between my fingers as I ground my willing ass hard into his face. The sensations of pleasure were so much stronger, so much more intense than anything I’d ever experienced as a man, and I cried out, a long low groan of feminine ecstasy.
Then his mouth moved down, his tongue flicking over my dripping pussy before coming to rest on my swollen throbbing clit. I felt his hands cupping my thighs, parting them further so he could gain full access to my pussy, closing his hot thick lips around my clit and sucking it all the way into his mouth.
I cried out in pleasure, feeling those first distant sensations of orgasm beginning to flow around my tender body.
He sucked on my clit, while his hands shifted back to my pussy and ass. He began toying with both of my tight, eager holes simultaneously, slipping his fingers into me in this way, while his mouth remained clamped around my pussy and he knew exactly what he was doing. He played my body like an instrument, knowing exactly when to speed up, slow down, knowing exactly how much pressure to apply and when, and before long I was cumming hard against his face, bucking and thrashing as I pushed myself against him, and I heard him too grunting with pleasure, his lips still clamped around my clit.
Then he stood and pressed his hot cock head against the soaking wet opening to my cunt.
It was finally time.
There was a delicious pause and it was like everything stood still for a moment …
And then he was inside me, his thick hot rod stretching me wide open, that lovely curved cock of his hitting a sweet spot inside me, each thrust sending a new wave of white hot pleasure through my still-trembling body. I couldn’t believe it. My pussy was able to fit him inside me; in fact if anything, my tightness seemed to increase my pleasure. I could feel my slick tight pussy lips gripping and pulsing against his thick hot rod, as it slid rhythmically in and out of me, his balls slapping against my ass cheeks as he really began to pound me from behind.
I watched myself again in the mirror, my face lost in ecstasy as I chewed on my bottom lip, my hair falling in my face and my breasts swinging free as he fucked me harder and harder, faster and faster, his own face fixed in a state of pure animal lust.
“Oh fuck, baby!” he groaned as I ground myself even harder against him, his cock now buried all the way to the hilt inside me. It was such a delicious sensation: finally feeling that empty yearning crevice of mine filled up by hot thick meat. I grunted and groaned, reaching down between my legs and cuppping his tight, hot, swollen balls just as he fell forwards onto me, his curved dick pulsing and squirting its white hot seed in hard jets deep inside my pussy.
“Oh shit!” I cried out, savoring the sensations of his orgasm, each squirt of cum causing a flash of pleasure dee
p in my pussy, which triggered a second of my own too, and once again like that I was bucking and trembling as his still-twitching, pulsing cock sent its gooey spunky jets into my cunt, my own body clamped hard around him, my pussy throbbing and clenching as the orgasm swept through me. It was so intense I almost blacked out, my brain swarming and swirling with pure, white-hot pleasure.
He pulled out and urgently span me back around to face him, and as the last of my pleasure still swept through me in waves, he grabbed my face between his hands and pressed his mouth against mine, exploring it for a final time with his tongue. I could taste my own juices on him as we kissed and I closed my eyes and melted in his arms, this hunky stranger who had just fucked me for the very first time …
* * *
I went to the restrooms afterwards, to fix my make up, to smooth down my dress, to comb my tangled hair, and as I’d looked at myself in the mirror, my cheeks flushed pink and a telltale sweaty sheen on my pale skin, I knew it must be clear that I’d just been taken, fucked hard and rough from behind.
My pussy was still throbbing insanely. It was such a strange sensation; I felt so used, so utterly used and filthy, but not in a bad way. In fact if anything, I liked this new sensation immensely. It was as if sex, hard hot rough sex, was just what my new body was truly designed for — and then another thought struck me as I began to feel the hot trickle of sperm sliding down the inside of my thigh.
I dashed quickly into one of the stalls, locking the door with fumbling fingers, then sitting down on the toilets and peeing out all the remaining sperm I could (as well as some of the copious cocktails I’d consumed that evening) in a long clear, hissing jet of liquid.
It still felt so strange to sit while peeing, my panties stretched tight around my feminine ankles, as my pussy squirted its liquids into the toilet bowl.
If my calculations were correct, I still hadn’t fully developed a womb or ovaries yet — and there’d been no sign of a menstrual cycle so far — so I figured I was still safe from pregnancy, at least for now.
But even so, I felt somewhat foolish at my rather careless behavior. I didn’t know Lucas, not in the slightest. I didn’t even know his if that was his real name, and yet just a few minutes previously I’d allowed him to slip his dick deep inside me and blow his load, all without protection. No, from now on, I needed to be much safer, at least with complete strangers …
I emerged from the stall, took a final long look at myself in the mirror, then headed back into the club, which was even busier and noisier than before, most of the clientele now up on their feet, writhing on the dance floor, boogying away to cheesy party songs. I spotted our little group still laughing and chatting away at their booth table in the back corner.
The girls all gave me naughty little winks and smiles when I slipped myself as demurely as I could back into my seat, and I couldn’t keep my own grin from spreading across my face.
“You were gone a while!” Jill said, digging me teasingly in the ribs.
I knew that they all knew exactly where I’d been, and I giggled again, giving in to it.
“So how was he?” Nancy asked, moistening her thick red lips as she leant in across the table towards me. “Good enough for me to go back for seconds?”
I smiled and nodded, again feeling an illicit thrill at finally feeling like I belonged here; and marveling that it was amongst this glitzy, sexy set of girls ...
I took a sip from the fresh blue cocktail in front of me, savoring the sharp taste of the alcohol and mixed fruits.
“Hey Lucy!” Jill interrupted, looking up excitedly from the glowing screen of her cellphone. “I’ve just had a message from Stephen!”
At the sound of his name, I felt another pang of guilt, but this time simply because I felt — stupidly — like I’d somehow cheated on him with Lucas, even though I knew that was completely and utterly ridiculous.
“What does it say?” I asked, wondering why she was telling me about his text messages anyway.
“He says he’s managed to convince the board at the lab to listen to your research! That’s good news, right?”
I nodded, but the smile immediately left my face.
This was serious; my whole livelihood was at stake, remember.
“When is the meeting set for?” I asked, croakily.
“Nine a.m., Monday morning.”
Shit, I thought. It was already God-knows-what-time on Saturday night, which left me only Sunday to prepare my whole presentation, no doubt with a screaming hangover to compete with, too.
“I’d better go home,” I said, standing, suddenly completely and utterly focused on getting home and grabbing as much remaining sleep as I could before starting my preparations bright and early tomorrow.
“I’ll come with you,” Jill said, kindly, linking arms with mine.
So we said our goodbyes to all the other girls at the table, then quickly left the club.
I just hoped that one day was enough time left to get my presentation completed …
* * *
“Well, good luck both of you!” Jill said, seeing Stephen and I off at the door, bright and early on the Monday morning.
“Thanks honey,” he said, leaning in and giving her a long, deep kiss.
I averted my eyes, letting the two lovers have their private moment, my heart thudding hard and fast in my chest, my stomach swirling with intense nervous anticipation.
This was finally it, the moment I’d been waiting for: the moment I would finally be able to present my findings to the board. I only hoped they believed me; I realized what that what I was about to tell them would challenge their very foundations. I was expecting them to believe that femme-trans was really and truly possible, and I was the living proof of it ...
“Ladies first,” Stephen said with a wry smile, holding the door to the apartment open for me.
And as I stepped out into the corridor, hearing the sophisticated click of my sleek black heels on the concrete floor beneath me, I wondered whether it was just my imagination, or whether I could feel Stephen’s hungry eyes fixing on my smooth round ass as I walked down the corridor ahead of him, on our way to the parking lot.
I had dressed for the presentation in the most elegant, sophisticated outfit in my wardrobe: pairing a matching black silk blouse with a sleek, figure-hugging black mini-skirt, beneath which I was wearing a metallic purple bra and thong lingerie set. And I’d finished off this take-no-prisoners outfit with a pair of black hold-up stockings and a set of killer, six-inch heels. I meant business.
I kept my back straight and my shoulders thrown back as I strutted purposefully towards the parking lot, hoping despite my fluttering nerves that I was turning Stephen on a little, the sexy curves of my butt perfectly displayed by my figure-hugging mini-skirt.
Again, Jill had helped me out this morning with my make up, this time choosing a much more sensible “businesswoman” design; one that showed off my pretty features while also making me look elegant, sophisticated and utterly serious about my work. I knew I needed to look good, after all it was myself that I was presenting at this meeting …
“Don’t worry Doc,” Stephen sputtered nervously, once we were both sat in his car. “You’ll do great in the meeting, I just know it.”
His bright blue eyes caught mine for a moment and I felt my stomach flip over on itself, despite myself, knowing that if he were ever to make a move on me I would just melt away in his arms.
We drove to the lab in a tense, nervous silence, each lost in our own private thoughts, our hearts beating, our palms slicked with sweat. As the car drew nearer and nearer, my nerves grew even more intense.
It was imperative that I managed to keep myself together.
My whole career was riding on this.
If I screwed this up, my whole life was on the skids.
Finally, we pulled up in the lab parking lot and got out of the car. It was a brilliantly bright sunny day, not a cloud anywhere in the sky, and I hoped to God that this was an optimis
tic sign.
As we began our walk towards the imposing glass-and-chrome entrance of the lab, I noticed a couple of old colleagues, Dean and Frank, stepping outside, deep in conversation. I was about to say hi to them when I stopped myself. Of course; they wouldn’t even recognize me anymore!
“Hi Dean, hi Frank!” Stephen said to the busy pair, smiling cheerily and nodding.
And the two men nodded and grunted their reply, both sets of eyes quickly moving to me, taking me in – not as a colleague but as a walking piece of meat, looking me up and down, their lusty glances obviously shifting over my body, lingering on my breasts, my hips …
Right there and then, I didn’t know whether I’d ever fully get used to the sensation of being looked at in that way by horny guys. I could tell just what they were thinking; it was written all over their faces. They were imagining fucking me, perhaps the two of them at once, taking me from both ends at the same time, rough and hot and hard, their dicks pounding away at my whimpering mouth and tight little cunt.
I felt my pussy tingle a little at the thought of it, then my brief horniness was once again consumed by a fresh fluttering of nerves.
We approached the entrance, then stepped into the swish, sleek lobby area.
“Hi Carol,” Stephen said to the rather plain looking redhead girl who always sat on reception.
“Hey!” she smiled up at him, fluttering her lashes, obviously wanting to turn him on too. “Another shift in the lab?”
“Actually, my colleague and I are here for a meeting with the board,” he replied.
“Oh, okay …” she said, looking over her calendars. “Oh yes, I’ve got you down for the main director’s office, you know where it is! I’ll just need to print out a visitor’s pass for your colleague here. What’s your name?”
Carol turned to me and smiled expectantly. Back when I was a guy, I must have passed her and said hi maybe four or five times a day. But now I was a complete stranger to her. It was clear that she no longer recognized me as Jonathan Edwards.
