by D. L. Savage
“Oh, I think you do,” he smiles back in a wicked grin. “You see, Abbie, as you can probably imagine, being CEO of this company can become rather stressful at times, and I’m often in need of ... how can I put it? Relief. Take now for instance,” he says, pushing himself back in his chair, rolling out until I can see not only the top half of him but also his spread legs and the obvious bulge that’s jutting upwards between them, straining at the tailored confines of his suit pants. “As you can see, Abbie, I’ve grown rather distracted and I’m going to need some taking care of, before I can make my decision about whether or not to employ you. So, do you think you can help me out?”
I freeze, totally unsure what to do.
The whole thing feels like some crazy dream or nightmare.
Is this even happening?
And not for the first time, I find myself thinking about how fucking crazy this whole mess is. I mean, I’m a woman for god’s sake, and now I’m about to ... what? Blow some random guy?
“Come on, Abbie,” Logan growls just then, breaking me out of my thoughts, “I’m a busy man. I haven’t got all day. You’ve got ten seconds to decide.”
And then, if it couldn’t be any clearer, he adds, “Either suck my cock, right fucking now, or get out of my building.”
I gulp, staring at him, sitting there so confidently, his dark eyes pinning me, a wicked smile on his full lips, his legs spread wide, the clear bulge of his rock hard cock jutting up from between his thighs.
I can feel my heart pounding, and between my legs, a pooling heat.
But even so, even though I have to admit, I am turned on, can I do this? Can I actually suck cock?
“Ten,” Logan Hunter growls. “Nine, eight ...”
What the hell do I do?
“Seven, six ...”
I can’t do it. I can’t ...
“Five, four ...”
I really want this job ...
“Three ...”
But does sucking his cock make me gay?
“Two ...”
Sucking his dick, feeling it hot and hard in my mouth ...
“One ...”
“Wait!” I cry out, my heart hammering, the words flying from my lips before I even know what I’m saying. “Okay, okay.”
“Good girl,” Logan growls, watching me as I push myself to my feet and walk unsteadily towards him, circling until I’m behind his desk, just inches from him, dropping to my knees before him, just like I’ve seen girls do in pornos.
It’s like everything goes into slow motion, all my senses magnified. I can feel my skirt riding up a little around my waist, and the strap of my thong, tight between my butt cheeks. I can feel the gooey wetness seeping out from my pussy lips, and the insistent throb of my clit. And I can feel my nipples, so fucking hard now they’re almost painful.
With shaky hands, I reach out and start to fumble with his belt, unable for a moment to get it open. And Logan Hunter does nothing to help; just sits there lazily, his hands resting behind his head, his legs spread wide, his dark eyes blazing down at me, as I finally manage to open it and then begin to unzip his pants, all the while feeling him watching me as I do so.
I can’t believe I’m really doing this, I think.
The whole thing feels like some kind of out of body experience, like I’m watching myself from a distance, as I begin to tug down his expensive looking boxer shorts, just enough for his cock to spring free, and when I set eyes on it, a weird shiver of excitement runs right through me.
It’s crazy. As a guy I’d never been turned on by anything but girls.
But right now? On my damn knees, in front of this powerful man, his thick hard cock just inches from my face?
Well, I have to admit, I’m getting more and more turned on.
I can’t tear my eyes away from his dick. It’s so much bigger and thicker than mine used to be, ridged with veins and flushed a deep pink, the head smooth and shiny, with big full shaven balls beneath.
I keep my eyes fixed on it as I curl my fingers around tentatively around thick shaft, feeling the soft throb of his heartbeat as I start to gently stroke it, up and down, up and down.
It’s such a strange sensation. I mean, I can still remember what it feels like to jack my own dick, and in a way it’s sort of the same, because as I’m stroking him I can feel a soft pulse of pleasure between my own legs too. Maybe it’s because my brand new feminine body is simply so sensitive, but I’m finding that the more into it I get, the more soft waves of pleasure begin to flutter up from my tummy, the heat growing between my thighs, just from stroking him.
And I feel a sharp thrill of excitement when I hear him groan softy with pleasure.
I take a deep breath then move my face even closer, close enough now to feel the sheer heat radiating off his dick, close enough to smell the gentle musky sweetness, close enough that if I reached out my tongue, I could lick it.
And I do, parting my lips, and stretching out my tongue, running it slowly up the hard smoothness of his shaft, from the base right to the tip, tasting a slightly sweet saltiness that isn’t at all bad.
God, I’m getting more and more turned on, and I know now that I want to do it; I actually want to suck his fucking cock so damn badly.
I part my lips and guide him towards my mouth, enjoying the way he groans again with pleasure as I finally wrap my lips around him. And as I start to suck him, slowly and sensuously, I close my eyes too, as I feel his hands slip into my hair.
“Good girl,” he growls, his cock swelling a little in my mouth, and in reply I swirl my tongue around him, feeling my own body charging even more powerfully with desire too; my nipples so fucking hard now and my clit throbbing like crazy.
Still stroking him with my right hand and sucking on the head of his cock, I let the fingers of my left hand slip between my legs into my panties, feeling my own hot wetness on my fingers. Damn, my panties are absolutely fucking soaked through. I moan a little, as I take his cock even deeper into my mouth, feeling him nudge right against the back of my throat, as I toy with my swollen clit with fingers while his grip tightens on my hair, his body tensing.
I let out a stifled moan, half from shock at how tightly he has my hair in his grip, and half from sheer pleasure. Because this is nothing at all like any kind of sex I’m used to. As a guy, I was always in charge I suppose. But now? Held in place by this bastard while he starts to roughly fuck my mouth? I realize I’m nothing more than a slut – just some cheap trash for him to use for his pleasure. And the weirdest part about the whole thing is, I fucking love it.
I’m groaning and moaning, my hand in my soaking wet panties, my fingers working my clit to orgasm, while he slides his thick hard cock in and out of my lips, ropes of saliva hanging down from my chin as he takes my mouth.
“You like that, slut?” he murmurs, and I whimper and nod my head as much as I’m able.
Because it’s true. I really do like it.
And all of a sudden, the orgasm hits me with such force, I feel my whole body begin to quake, and I clamp my lips tight around his cock to stifle the moans and whimpers as I come so fucking hard, harder than I’ve ever come before.
“That’s it, slut,” he growls, “come with my cock in your mouth ...”
And as I’m still shuddering from my own orgasm, I feel his dick grow even harder in my mouth, the head swelling against my tongue as he lets out a deep moan, his fingers winding even tighter in my hair, the head of his cock pushing right into my throat as he starts to unload.
I swallow involuntarily, feeling the gooey warmth sliding down my throat in wave after wave, until finally he pulls his still-hard cock from my mouth, leaving me gasping for air, tears streaming down my face, my beautifully applied makeup no doubt ruined.
“Well, Abbie,” he says, reverting back to the cold professional manner of before, as if nothing untoward had just happened between us, “I’m pleased to say, you’re hired. I’ll have Claire sort out the paperwork. Be here tomorrow morning, nine
am sharp.”
I push myself to my feet, my legs feeling like jello, my panties soaked and the sharp taste of his cum still strong in my mouth.
“Th-thank you, Mister Hunter,” I say, still shaken.
“Thank you, Abbie,” he replies, casually zipping up his pants again. “That will be all.”
I turn and head towards the door, my face flushing with heat, embarrassed that everyone I see will know just what happened in that room. I keep my head down, hoping my hair is hanging in my face, as I quickly stride back out, past the reception and into the nearest washroom.
But in my state, I’ve forgotten something.
“Oh shit, I’m sorry,” I blurt out, when I’m faced with a guy taking a piss at one of the urinals. “Wrong room.”
Before he can even speak, I dash out and then into the women’s washroom, which is thankfully empty.
My whole body is quaking, a crazy mix of emotions running through me. I mean, I did just enjoy what happened. I came, after all. But at the same time, I feel so dirty, so cheap. I didn’t even get the fucking job for any other reason than that I blew him.
I can still taste his cum in my mouth, and I turn on the faucet, quickly washing it away, before taking a good long look at myself in the mirror.
Sure, my eye makeup is running a little, but it’s not quite as bad as I thought. And despite everything, despite the way that bastard just used my mouth like that, I still look pretty.
Am I really going to come back for more tomorrow? I think, as I stare at myself in the mirror.
And the truth is, I really don’t know.
“So? How’d it go? Did you get the job?” James asks excitedly as I step back into the apartment.
“I guess so,” I mumble, still a little dazed from the whole experience, as I kick off my heels and then walk over to the couch, flopping down next to him.
“You guess so? What does that mean?” he asks. “Hey, are you okay?”
“I don’t know,” I murmur.
And all of a sudden, I feel a rush of emotions swirling up inside me, and before I know it, I’m sobbing my eyes out.
“Hey, hey, what’s wrong?” James says, and a moment later I feel his arms wrap around me.
It feels surprisingly good to be hugged like this, even though as buddies we were never physically close before, and I find myself snuggling tighter into him, sobbing into his shoulder, until his shirt is soaked through.
“Its so crazy,” I mumble, finally wiping away the tears, “since I’ve become a girl it’s like my emotions are on overdrive.”
“So what actually happened?” he says gently.
“I don’t know how to say it without it making me sound bad,” I reply not quite able to meet his eye.
“Did he make a move on you?” he says.
“Um yeah,” I croak back in reply, feeling my face flushing red.
“And?” he continues. “What did you do?”
“I ... blew him,” I reply.
“That fucking bastard,” James says, pushing himself up from the couch, his fists clenched. “You want me to go kick his ass?”
“No, no, you don’t understand,” I say, my voice trembling. “I mean, it’s more complicated than that. I guess, well, a part of me wanted to, weird as that sounds. God, am I a fag now? What the hell is happening to me?”
James pauses, looking at me with a strange expression, obviously thinking something through. “I don’t know, dude,” he says. “I mean, it is complicated. You’re a girl now, so technically you’re still straight. Or bi. Or something. So you wanted to do it?”
“Kind of,” I admit. “But now, I don’t know. I mean, what’s gonna happen if I go back there. He’s going to want to fuck me, right?”
James nods.
“Oh man,” I sigh. “I’ve got myself into such a mess.”
“So what are you gonna do?” James asks.
“I don’t know!” I moan. “I really don’t.”
“You wanna have a beer or something? Take your mind off it?” he says kindly.
“Thanks man,” I smile back. “But I think I’m just gonna go and have a lie down for a while and try to think this through.”
“Well, you know I’m here for you, right? Anything at all, just ask,” he says gently.
I nod, smiling at him. It’s so weird. Since the change to Abbie, he’s acting really different around me. I can’t help but notice it. We used to joke all the time, he used to tease me something rotten, but now? He’s so kind, so considerate. And I have to admit, I’m enjoying it.
“Thanks, James,” I say, pushing myself up to my feet and heading to my room.
I close the door behind me, then start to get undressed, glad to get out of these tight clothes, glad to be naked, and I quickly get under my covers, feeling some of the tension gone now that I’ve talked to James. And before I know it, I’ve fallen fast asleep ...
* * *
When I wake again, I don’t know what time it is. But I’m guessing its kinda late because the room is dark and it’s quiet in the apartment – no sound of the TV or anything. I let my mind drift for a while, wondering what the hell I’m going to do. I have to admit, I did enjoy sucking Logan. I mean, I came, didn’t I? And the feeling of being used like that certainly turned me on.
But what about the other things he’d want me to do? It’s only gonna get more intense, more full on. And am I ready to let him fuck me? For that to be my first time as a woman?
I feel a powerful rush of excitement – mixed in with fear – just at the thought of it. Logan Hunter, taking me hard and rough, until I’m screaming and moaning.
But it’s crazy. I haven’t even had more than a finger in my pussy, let alone his fucking beast of a cock. Could I really fit something like that inside me?
And that’s when it dawns on me. I’m going to need some practice.
I reach down between my legs, brushing my fingers against my swollen pussy lips, and sure enough, just the thought of Logan Hunter has got me all gooey and wet again. I stifle a soft moan as I try pushing a finger deep inside me, my tight little pussy stretching a little as I start to work a second digit inside myself. And soon I’m plunging my fingers in and out of myself, feeling my pussy start to yield. But even so, I’m going to need more than just fingers.
I pull my hand away, totally turned on now, reaching over and switching on my bedside lamp, my mind racing with naughty kinky thoughts as I scan my room for something to use as a makeshift dildo. Don’t girls use the handles of hairbrushes? I wonder, almost feverish with horniness now.
But I don’t own a hairbrush.
What about a cucumber, I think. That would work.
But James and I just eat junk food. And do I really want to race out all the way to Whole Foods, just to buy a cucumber?
No, I need something now.
And then it dawns on me.
I have everything I need right here in this apartment ...
Hey dude, are u awake? I type into my cell phone. And then I pause, my glossy nail hovering over the ‘send’ button.
Am I really about to do this?
I take a deep breath, then hit the button, the sent message flashing onto the screen. And almost immediately, I can see that James is typing his reply.
Sure, how come? he types back. Everything okay?
I need your help with something actually, I type back, my heart racing now, my clit throbbing, every nerve in my body tingling in anticipation.
Because I need to get fucked, right now, and he’s the only guy here. And what’s more, he’s my friend. I trust him. My first time as a girl needs to be with someone I trust, right? And he obviously has the hots for me ...
Sure, anything, he types back. Want me to come to your room.
Yes, I type back, hitting send.
And then a moment later, I type another message. One that will leave him in no doubt as to what I’m after.
Bring condoms, I type back, again pausing, my heart pounding, before I final
ly hit ‘send’.
Holy shit. I actually did it. I actually just invited my best friend to my room for sex. I watch the screen, the little indicator telling me that he’s typing a message, but he doesn’t send it. The screen goes blank, then again it says that he’s typing something, but again it doesn’t send.
I’ve obviously thrown him into a total spin. But who can blame him. Finally a reply comes flashing onto the screen.
Sure, just give me five minutes.
See you soon, I type back.
There’s a heady silence in the apartment, and then I hear the door to James’s room opening and closing, followed by the door to the bathroom, and then the soft hiss of the shower.
I smile to myself. And as I wait for him to get ready, it dawns on me that I should probably make myself look as pretty as possible, too. So I quickly jump out of bed, racing over to the many bags of clothes that I picked up, searching through until I find just what I’m looking for: a cute hot pink thong and matching bra.
I pull them on, then dash over to the large floor length mirror I picked up too, checking out my reflection. I smile, realizing I don’t need to do anything else. Sure my hair is a little mussed up, but who cares? I look fucking hot.
I turn to the side, admiring my ass – shown off so perfectly by the pink thong – even reaching behind me and giving it a little stroke, feeling the toned curve of my butt, my pussy throbbing in anticipation of what’s about to happen.
And then I scoot back to bed, once more jumping beneath the covers.
I hear the shower shut off, the bathroom door opening, and then James padding to his room.
Then, a couple minutes later, there’s a soft knock at the door and I smile to myself.
“Come in,” I call out softly, my voice trembling a little.
The door opens and James comes into the room, carrying a cloud of cheap aftershave with him. I can’t help but smile. I know he’s obviously trying his hardest, and as a guy I probably wouldn’t have even noticed his efforts. But now, it’s like I’m so much more attune to him. And I even feel a little pang of sympathy – if that’s the right word – because there’s no way he can compare to Logan Hunter, who exudes animal lust with every fiber of his being.
