Suzy Unleashed Chapter 7
Introduction:
Suzy takes a big step in her journey
“I know,” she smiled. She kissed me softly on my lips and explained, “I woke up so excited, and when I saw your cute little hardon, I just couldn’t resist. Do you like it?”
“Oh, yeah,” I sighed.
“Does it make you want to fuck?”
“Oh, God, yes,” I groaned.
She kissed me again. “Do you want to fuck until you cum? Would you like that?”
“I’d love that!” I answered excitedly.
Again her lips found mine, and this time her tongue slid into my mouth. I moaned softly and she said, “Oh, my, you really are horny, aren’t you?”
“God, yes,” I hissed.
She kissed me again and whispered, “I think you’re going to be a great fuck.”
“I hope so,” I whispered back. “I hope I make you cum over and over!”
“I’m sure you will,” she smiled. “I’m going to love watching you!”
“Watching me?” I asked, suddenly confused.
“Sure,” she smiled. “You don’t think I’m going to let Steve fuck you and not watch, do you?”
In a flash, I understood and remembered what I had agreed to the night before. “Oh, God!” I gasped.
Still stroking my erection, Kathy kissed me again. “Why don’t you shave and put your makeup on, darling?” she asked. “I’ll call Steve and see when he can come over.”
I stared into her eyes. “I, I thought you were talking about something else,” I gulped.
Now it was her turn to look confused. A few seconds later, a look of realization swept over her face and she giggled. “You thought I wanted you to fuck me?” she asked. I nodded and she giggled again. “Oh, Suzy! That’s so precious! But, haven’t you learned yet that that isn’t going to happen? With all the wonderful cocks out there, why would I want to waste my time with your clit? You’ve seen what a real cock looks like. Hell, you’ve seen what a real cock feels and tastes like! When I can have one of those, why would I want to get fucked by a cunt pretending to be a man?”
I shrugged. “I, I don’t know,” I stammered. I could feel my erection shrinking.
Kathy noticed and looked sympathetic. “Don’t be embarrassed, darling. I mean, I’m sure I wouldn’t make a very good man, so why should you? After all, we were both born to service cocks, not to have them. Why not just be proud of how good you are at doing what cunts like us do?”
“You, you make it sound like it’s easy. It isn’t.”
“I know it isn’t,” she said sympathetically. “You’ve spent your whole life pretending to be a man. It can’t be easy to just put that behind you and accept the fact that you’re a woman. But, you’re doing a wonderful job of it. I think you already understand how much you love sucking cock, which is great because you are so-o-o good at it that it would be a shame to waste all that talent. You just have to learn to totally forget about the things you did before you became Suzy. That was someone else—someone who wasn’t worth knowing or keeping around. Now you’re a beautiful, vibrant, exciting woman. Once you fully embrace that and stop thinking like a man, you’re going to be so much happier, you’ll see.”
“I’m trying to do that,” I gulped. “I, I know that’s what you want me to do.”
“I know you are,” she acknowledged. “But, darling, don’t do it just for me. Do it for yourself. Let yourself go. Let yourself enjoy the trip.”
“Like I said, that’s not as easy as it sounds,” I argued.
“It’s not,” she acknowledged again, “but everything starts right here.” She tapped the side of my head gently. “You need to stop thinking of yourself as a man and start thinking of yourself as a woman.”
“I’m trying,” I repeated.
“And I’m trying to help you,” she pointed out. “That’s why I want Steve to fuck you. That’s a huge step. But, so was sucking your first cock and look how well that went. I just know that once you start getting fucked it will make it so much easier to see yourself as the cunt you are.”
I could feel the tears starting to form in my eyes. “I said I’d do it,” I reminded her. “You don’t have to keep pushing like this.”
“Yeah, I do,” she insisted. “Saying you’ll do it isn’t enough. Hell, doing it just because I’m insisting on it isn’t enough. You need to do it because you understand that it’s who you are. You need to do it because you know you’re a cunt and cunts get fucked. Understand”
I stared at her, the tears still forming, and nodded. “OK,” I whispered.
Kathy started to say something, then stopped herself. “Why don’t you go get showered and dressed?” she suggested. “We’ll talk more after that.”
I nodded and silently made my way to the bathroom. While I showered and shaved, my mind wandered aimlessly as I struggled with what had happened to me and what was going to happen to me. When I returned to the bedroom, I found that Kathy had laid out an outfit for me, and I immediately saw that she hadn’t included pantyhose. Instead, she had provided a garterbelt and stockings to go with the bra, panties, miniskirt, blouse and high heels. As I dressed, I noticed a gradual change in how I was feeling: slowly, but surely, the hopelessness and doubts I had been experiencing in the shower started to recede, giving way to the pleasure I felt as pulled on the panties and stockings. By the time I moved on to applying my makeup, I was starting to feel good about myself again, and when I finished and stepped into the spike heels, I was actually smiling. I looked into the full-length mirror and once again was amazed at what I saw. “God,” I whispered to myself, “I do look hot.” I turned and looked over my shoulder and had to admire the way the tight skirt clung to my ass. I bent over slightly, watching the hem slide up my legs to expose the tops of my stockings. My cock immediately sprang to life, straining against my panties. I moaned softly as I ran my hand up my leg, brushing over the stocking, then the band of bare skin and finally touching my panties. “I feel so sexy!” I whimpered. “God, I love this!” I straightened up and turned to face the mirror again. I inhaled, then licked my bright red lips as I ran my hands down over my breasts, and along my hips until they reached the hem of my skirt. “Look at me,” I murmured, “Maybe Kathy was right. I sure look like a woman.” I ran a finger over my lips and involuntarily moaned softly. “God, I’d love to suck a cock right now,” I admitted to myself. “I wish I was on my knees with Ron’s dick in my hands.” I ran my hands back over my body as I thought, “I never imagined that I’d enjoy sucking cock so much!” I turned sideways and studied my reflection a little more. “Of course, I never imagined that I’d look so sexy in a skirt, either,” I smiled. “No wonder Steve’s so eager to fuck me.” I turned and again looked over my shoulder at the mirror. “Yeah,” I sighed, “I can definitely see why he wants a piece of my ass. I look so fuckable!” Turning to face the mirror, I took a deep breath, admiring the way it made my breasts rise. “”That’s because you are so fuckable,” I whispered to myself. Suddenly I was picturing myself on my hands and knees, my skirt pulled up around my waist and my panties pulled off. Steve’s hands gripped my hips, holding me in place while he admitted my ass from behind, his stiff cock pointing directly at me. I could taste and feel the fear and humiliation of being totally exposed and vulnerable to him, knowing what was about to happen. Slowly, though, I realized that there was another feeling I was beginning to experience and that it was growing more intense, pushing through that fear and humiliation like a bubble surfacing in a pool of water. As it rose, I had to recognize it for what it was: lust. My “clit” was so hard that it ached, both in the fantasy and as I stood there, staring into the mirror and the future. “Oh, God, he’s really going to fuck me,” I whispered. My hand slid under my skirt and massaged the ache trapped between my legs. “I’m going to get fucked,” I whispered to myself. “I’m going to get fucked!” The image faded and I was again staring at my reflection: my hand under my skirt, my chest heaving with excitement while I gasped for breath. “You slut!” I hissed. “Look at you! You want it! You want to get fucked, you whore!”
“Of course you do,” a voice said from the doorway. My eyes jerked that direction to see Kathy standing there, grinning. I quickly pulled my hand out from under my skirt self-consciously and she giggled. “Poor Suzy,” she soothed. “You’re trying so hard to fight it, but you can’t. You can’t deny who you are, darling…what you are. You’re a woman and you deserve to be treated like one.”
I shook my head. “No,” I whimpered. “No.”
Kathy stepped closer and took my face in her hands. “Suzy, be honest with yourself, just like you were a few seconds ago. I think the quote was you want to get fucked, you whore. Isn’t that what I heard?” I nodded as I felt the tears forming in my eyes yet again. Kathy turned my face back to the mirror. “Look in the mirror,” she said gently. “Tell me what you see.”
“I, I see myself,” I said softly.
“Do you see a man?” she asked.
I shook my head. “No, I, I see a woman.”
“So do I,” she said. “I see a sexy, desirable woman. Don’t you?” I nodded my head in agreement this time. “I see a woman who deserves to be happy,” Kathy continued, “don’t you?” I nodded again. “Wouldn’t it make you happy to know that Steve thinks you’re hot? That he thinks you’re desirable?” I nodded. “Well, what better way is there for him to show you that than to fuck you?”
“That wouldn’t prove anything,” I gulped. “I know how men think. They’ll fuck anything in a skirt if they’re horny enough.”
Kathy laughed. “I can’t argue with that. OK, what if he took you out on a date?”
“What?” I gasped.
“What if he took you out on a date? Would taking you out and showing you off as his date convince you?”
I gulped. “Maybe.”
“And what if he was willing to brag about fucking you?”
“What?” I gasped yet again.
“You heard me,” Kathy giggled. “I can’t think of anything more flattering than having a guy brag to his friends about what a great fuck I am…especially when one of them responds by saying how they wish they could fuck me, too. That’s one of the reasons I like whoring for Ron. It’s like he’s showing off what a great piece of ass I am.”
“Oh, God,” I whispered.
Kathy went for the kill, sliding her hand under my skirt. “Ooooh, you do like that idea, don’t you?” she smiled. An unintelligible whimper slipped from my lips and Kathy’s smile got bigger. “I’ll talk to Steve,” she purred, “but I know he’ll do it. He’ll love taking you out and letting other guys know what a great fuck you are. Just think how great it will feel to know he’s proud of fucking you.” I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing emotions. “But, you know what has to happen before he can do that, don’t you?” Kathy asked. I nodded without opening my eyes. “Look at me and say it,” she ordered.
I forced my eyes open and took another deep breath. “He, he needs to fuck me first,” I gulped.
“Exactly,” she smiled. “So, are you ready?”
“Yes,” I whispered.
She handed me the phone. “Then call him and tell him what you need.”
Numbly, I dialed Steve’s number. When he answered, I croaked, “Hi, Steve, it’s Suzy.”
“Hi, sexy,” he replied. “What’s up?”
“You, I hope,” I managed to joke.
“I could be,” he laughed. “What’s in it for me?”
“My ass,” I forced myself to answer.
“Your ass?” he repeated.
I glanced at Kathy who nodded. “My ass,” I confirmed. “I, I really need fucked. Would you like to do it?”
“I’d love to,” he groaned. “Do you want me to come over there?”
“Please,” I said softly.
“I’ll be there before you know it,” he promised, hanging up.
I handed the phone back to Kathy. “He’s on his way.”
“Perfect,” she smiled. “You put the finishing touches on your makeup and I’ll go meet him and make sure he’s willing to take you out afterwards.”
She was barely out of the room when I heard the doorbell ring. “God,” I thought, “he didn’t waste any time.” I applied fresh lipstick and took a few breaths, trying unsuccessfully to calm my nerves. I looked in the mirror and took a deep breath, watching my sexy tits stretch my blouse as I did. I ran my hands over them and down my sides over my hips to the hem of my skirt. “God, I’m horny,” I groaned. I licked my lips and practiced what I knew I was going to need to say in a few minutes, “Fuck me, Steve. Please fuck me.” The twitching in my panties told me I was ready, so I took another deep breath and walked out of the bedroom.
When I got to the living room, Kathy was in Steve’s arms, her lips firmly planted on his while his hands fondled her ass. I watched silently for a few seconds until the kiss ended and she turned to face me. “Just warming him up for you, Suzy,” she smiled. “I hope you don’t mind.”
I shrugged. “I, I guess not,” I stammered.
“Don’t believe her,” Steve laughed. “As hot as you look in that skirt, I don’t need anything else to warm me up.”
“You, you like it?” I blushed.
“I love it,” he grinned. “You look great! How about turning around so I can see the back view?”
Obediently, I turned and let him see my ass. Looking over my shoulder, I asked, “Do you still like it?”
“Oh, yeah,” he groaned.
“Enough to take Suzy out and show her off to your friends?” Kathy asked.
“Definitely,” he nodded.
Kathy glanced at me and grinned. “Then I think Suzy has something to say, don’t you, darling?”
I nodded and slowly moved closer to Steve. My rubbery legs made the spike heels seem even more difficult to walk in than usual, but I managed to get within reach of Steve without crumbling. He reached out and put his hands on my waist, smiling at me. “What is it?” he asked.
I took another deep breath, noticing the way his eyes instantly glanced down at my chest, and licked my lips yet again. “I, I want you to fuck me,” I whispered. “Would you do that for me, please? Would you let me be your cunt?”
He slid his hands down to my hips, then pulled me closer and slid them around to fondle my ass through the skirt. “That sounds like a lot of fun,” he smiled. His hands slid down to the hem of my skirt, then back up, this time under the skirt along my legs. My entire body shook and I heard myself whimper softly. “You like that, don’t you?” he asked. I nodded as I concentrated on trying to breathe. “So do I,” he smiled. His hands were now playing along the tops of my stockings, stroking along both the nylon and my bare legs, sending a tingle of excitement through me. I whimpered helplessly again and he pulled me even closer. “God, you’re such a sexy little bitch,” he said softly.
“Th-th-ank you,” I managed to stammer as his hands again slid higher up my legs.
When both hands reached my ass, he grinned. “You’ve got a great ass,” he complimented. “I think you’re going to be a really good fuck.”
“I, I hope so,” I replied, my voice still a whisper and shaking.
He slid his hands back down my legs and out from under my skirt, then took my hand in his. Smiling, he led me over to the sofa and bent me over the armrest. Pulling my skirt up to my waist, he groaned softly. “Oh, yeah,” he said, “that’s one fine ass.” He slipped his fingers inside the waistband of the panties and tugged, sliding them off my ass and down my legs. When they reached the floor, he moved a hand along my right leg to thigh and gently lifted it clear of the panties, then moved it out, away from my left leg. I closed my eyes, knowing I was now completely exposed. “God, that’s a great sight,” Steve said from behind me. “Those spike heels, those long legs in those stockings, all leading up to that gorgeous ass. Damn, that’s hot!”
I heard a few soft clicks and opened my eyes long enough to see that Kathy had out her digital camera and was snapping pictures of what Steve was seeing. When she finished I heard another sound, this time one I had no trouble recognizing: it was the sound of Steve unzipping his pants. My entire body was shaking again, and I closed my eyes and buried my face in the sofa to try and calm down. “Here,” I heard Kathy say to Steve, “I think you should use this. Suzy is going to need the lubrication.”
“Good idea,” Steve agreed, and a moment later I heard another sound. It took me a moment to recognize this one, but eventually I realized it was condom package being torn open. I silently thanked Kathy for remembering something I had forgotten and waited while Steve unrolled the condom onto his cock. He stepped closer and I felt his erection brush against my ass as he grabbed my hips. “Try to relax, Suzy,” he said warmly. “Just let me do the work here.” With his hard cock lying against my ass crack, he slowly slid his hands over my ass and up and down my legs, bringing back the tingle I had felt before. “You like that, don’t you?” Steve asked.
“Uh-huh,” I moaned my acknowledgement.
“So do I,” he said. “You’ve got such great legs and you look so hot in stockings.” He moved closer, still massaging my legs, and his erection slid between my ass cheeks. I gasped and shivered slightly. “Oh, yeah, that’s it,” he said, moving his hands to my hips. “Wiggle that cute ass.” I didn’t tell him that he was misinterpreting my movement; instead, I let him guide my ass in a gentle side-to-side motion. “That’s a good girl,” he groaned. “Show me how much you want my cock.”
He moved his hands back to the front of my thighs, leaving me to wriggle my ass on my own. The movement was grinding my own erection against the sofa, adding yet another sensation to the mix, and I couldn’t help gradually increasing the degree of movement. As I did, I felt Steve adjusting his position slightly so that his cock was no longer vertical along my crack, but was more horizontal. I continued the grinding and felt his cock slowly start to press against my anus. I was terrified, but, at the same time, I had to admit the feeling wasn’t entirely awful. In fact, it actually was starting to feel nice. I heard myself sigh softly and I my thoughts started to move from what I was doing to what I was feeling: balanced precariously on my stiletto heels, my erection pressed against the fabric of the sofa, with Steve’s strong hands still rubbing my legs and his hard cock pressing against me, I was feeling something I couldn’t quite describe. As my mind worked through the sensations and tried to categorize it, the perfect term suddenly occurred to me: I was feeling feminine. “I, I really feel like a woman!” I realized. Even as that thought cemented itself into my consciousness, I felt another sensation: Steve was now pressing his cock against my anus. Fear again reared its ugly head, and I fought to control my emotions, reminding myself to relax. Slowly, Steve applied more and more pressure, until the head of his cock slipped inside me. “Oh, God,” I whimpered, “Oh, God, you did it!”
Instead of answering, Steve pushed even harder moving deeper into my ass. I groaned and he pulled back slightly. I shivered again, and again he enjoyed the movement. “Oh, yeah, baby,” he encouraged, “shake that pretty ass. Show me how much you love being fucked.” He pushed again, moving even deeper than he had been a moment before. When I moaned softly, he pulled back and then pressed forward again almost immediately. I moaned again and felt my ass moving, seemingly on its own agenda. “Oh, yeah,” Steve breathed, “that’s it. That’s how a good little cunt responds to a cock.”
“He called me a cunt,” my brain registered. “He really is making me his cunt!” Steve was continuing his back and forth motion, sliding deeper and deeper into my ass, while the full impact of what was happening was now striking home in my mind. “He’s fucking me!” my head screamed. “Oh, God, he’s really fucking me!” I moaned, this time not so softly, as he drove into my ass, and the sound seemed to excite Steve even more. He responded by gripping my hips tightly and rotating his hips, moving his cock in a tiny circle within me. “Oh, God, he’s fucking me,” my mind babbled. “He’s fucking my ass!”
“He sure is,” Kathy’s voice said from a point that seemed to be miles away. “He’s fucking you just the way a slut like you deserves it.” Her response was the first hint that my babbling had actually been out loud instead of just in my head, and I shook at the realization. Of course, that only encouraged both her and Steve even more. “Look at how Suzy loves what you’re doing,” she told him. “I knew she was ready for this!”
“Oh, yeah,” Steve gasped. “God, she’s a good fuck! She’s so nice and tight, and she moves so good!”
“Hear that, Suzy?” Kathy asked, her voice getting nearer. “Steve thinks you’re a really good fuck. Doesn’t that make you feel good?” I moaned a soft “yes”, which encouraged her to press the issue. “Do you feel like a real cunt now, Suzy?” she asked. Again, all I could do was moan something that resembled a “yes”. Kathy giggled and moved even closer. “I couldn’t hear that, Suzy,” she said. “Did you say you really feel like a fucking cunt now?”
“Y-y-y-ess,” I managed to whimper.
“Say it,” she ordered. “Tell us what you are.”
“I’m a cunt,” I gasped. “I’m a fucking cunt.”
“And you like being a fucking cunt, don’t you?” she pushed. “You like having a big, hard cock buried in your ass, don’t you?”
“Yessssss,” I groaned.
“Do you want Steve to keep fucking you?” she prompted.
“Yessss,” I groaned again.
“Then tell him,” she ordered. “Tell him what you want.”
“Fuck me,” I hissed. “Oh God, please keep fucking me! I want your cock! I want it all! Oh, God, please fuck me some more.”
“Anything you want, cunt,” Steve laughed. His fingers dug into my hips as he held me even tighter and pushed harder into me.
“Ohhhh, God!” I half groaned and half gasped as his dick probed deeper inside my ass.
Steve leaned in and hissed, “You want fucked, you’re going to get fucked, cunt. Enjoy yourself.” He pulled back slightly and then pushed in even harder and deeper. I gasped again and he repeated the process. I closed my eyes and moaned softly while Steve slowly but surely worked his way into me. It took several minutes, which seemed like an eternity, but eventually I felt his abdomen up against my ass, meaning his entire cock was inside me. “Ohh, that’s good,” he groaned. He pulled back and pushed into me harder, again burying his entire cock inside me. I moaned softly and heard myself gasping.
“Ohhh, look at how Suzy’s squirming,” Kathy giggled. “She’s really enjoying this, just like I knew she would.”
“Yeah, she’s enjoying it almost as much as I am,” Steve huffed, pounding into me yet again. “God, this ass was made for fucking!”
Kathy giggled again. “That makes two openings Suzy has that were made for cock. Isn’t that right, Suzy?” I tried to answer, but the only thing that came out of my mouth was a sound halfway between a moan and a whimper. Kathy responded by lifting my chin and looking in my eyes. “”Oh my,” she purred, “you really are enjoying this aren’t you, darling?” I repeated the moaning whimper sound, unable to manage any real words. “Well, don’t enjoy it too much,” Kathy instructed. “I don’t want you cumming all over the sofa.” I groaned and she giggled again. “Steve, I think you’d better hurry up and finish or Suzy’s going to cum before you do!”
“No problem,” he replied. “I’ve been ready to cum for a while. I’ve been holding off because I was having too much fun and didn’t want it to end.”
“Don’t worry,” Kathy promised, “you’ll have lots of chances to fuck Suzy from now on.”
“Really? Great!” he crowed. “In that case, there’s no sense waiting any longer.”
He gripped my hips even tighter and pulled my ass towards him as he drove forward, burying his dick in my ass. He pushed harder, forcing me to groan once more. A second later, I felt his cock pulsate within me. “Oh, God,” I whimpered, “he’s cumming!” I could feel Steve’s cock exploding inside me while his entire body seemed to shake behind me.
His orgasm seemed to last forever, even though I knew it was only a matter of seconds. When it finally ended, his grip on my hips relaxed and he collapsed on top of me. “Jesus,” he groaned, “that was amazing!” Gathering his strength, he stood up and stepped back away from me. “Damn,” he sighed, “I thought you gave great head, but you’re just as good at fucking as you are at sucking cock.”
I lay over the arm the sofa, gasping for breath, my body shaking as I tried to come to grip with what I had just done. Kathy again lifted my chin and stared into my glazed eyes. “Suzy,” she said, “Steve just paid you a really nice compliment. What do you say?”
I looked over my shoulder and whispered, “Thank you.”
“Are you thanking him for the compliment or for fucking you?” Kathy asked.
“For both, I guess,” I gulped.
“Does that mean I can fuck you again?” he asked. “Maybe tonight or tomorrow?”
I gulped. “Yes,” I answered automatically, “whenever you want.”
“Outstanding!” he crowed. He looked over at Kathy. “This is great,” he told her. “You’ve really created quite a whore.”
“Oh, I didn’t create Suzy,” she said. “I just released the whore who was always there. It took me a while to understand why my husband was never man enough to satisfy me, but once I figured out that it was because he was actually a cunt, it all made sense. Now that we all know it, we’re going to have so much fun!”
The look she gave me terrified me so much that I didn’t respond until after Steve had dressed and gone home. “What, what did you mean when you said we were going to have so much fun?” I asked her.
“What do you think?” she laughed. “It’s pretty obvious now that there’s no limit to what you’ll do.”
“That, that’s not true,” I tried to argue.
“Isn’t it? You just let one of your best friends fuck your ass. Not only that, you told him he could do it again. You’re not just a cocksucker anymore, you’re a real fucking cunt. If you’re OK with Steve fucking you, I’m sure you’ll be OK with other guys doing it, too. You’ve already shown me how much you love sucking cock. Hell, you’d probably blow just about any guy who wants to stick his cock in your mouth. Now that your ass is in play, too, just what is it that you won’t do?”
“I, I don’t know,” I stammered.
“So you can’t think of anything?” she teased. “Well, let’s see if I can help you. You already said you’d let Steve fuck you again, right?” I nodded. “So, would you let him fuck you while Ron watches? That doesn’t seem like much of a stretch.”
I shrugged. “Yeah, I, I guess I’d do that. I mean, what difference does it make if he watches?”
“Absolutely none,” Kathy grinned. “So, tell me, if Ron gets turned on watching you, would you blow him after Steve gets done fucking you? I mean you enjoy blowing him, right?”
“Sure,” I shrugged.
“What if he wants you to blow him while Steve fucks you? That wouldn’t be a problem, would it?”
“I, I guess not,” I admitted.
She reached out and stroked my face. “I know some other guys who would love to fuck you,” she said. “I really want you to meet them. Would you do that for me?”
I gulped. “Other guys?”
She nodded. “Don’t worry, they’re really nice. And I know Ron would LOVE watching them fuck you, too.”
“I, I don’t know,” I stammered.
“Why not? Are you in love with Steve or something? Do you want to be his wife?”
“Of course not,” I shot back.
She giggled. “OK, just checking. So, there’s no reason why he should be the only one who fucks you, right?”
“Well, when you put it that way, no, I guess there isn’t.”
“So you are willing to let other guys fuck you?”
“I, I guess so,” I grudgingly agreed.
“Just like you’re willing to suck other guys I set you up with?” I nodded. “And can Ron and I watch?”
“OK,” I whispered as I nodded.
“You know we’re going to want you to put on a good show, right?”
“What, what does that mean?”
“It means you can’t just get on your hands and knees and take their cocks up your ass. You need to let them know how much you’re enjoying it. You need to moan and whimper and beg for more cock, just like you do when you’re sucking a guy—you know, the way you just did with Steve.”
I blushed and said, “I, I didn’t even know I was doing that. It, it just happened.”
“Even better,” she grinned. “It’s nice that you enjoyed it enough that you didn’t have to act! And, to think, before Steve fucked you I was actually starting to feel guilty about the things I was making you do. I guess I don’t have to worry about that anymore—it’s pretty obvious that becoming a woman is the best thing that ever happened to you!”
Before I could think of any kind of response, the phone rang. Kathy answered and immediately started grinning. “As a matter of fact, she’s right here, and guess what? She just got fucked!” “Yeah, Steve just did her really good, and they both loved it!” “Uh-huh, she’s turning out to be even more of a slut than I ever imagined.” “Sure.” Even hearing just one side of the conversation, I knew what was coming next, so I wasn’t surprised when she hit the “speaker” button. “Ron wants to talk to you,” she grinned.
I stared at the phone and managed a soft “Hello.”
“Hello, yourself,” Ron’s deep voice said. “So, I hear you’ve taken another big step.”
“I, I guess so,” I acknowledged.
“And you really enjoyed getting fucked?”
“I, I’m not sure,” I stammered.
“What does that mean?”
“Well,” I gulped, “it hurt and I didn’t like that part.”
“But?” he prompted.
I glanced at Kathy and took a deep breath. “But,” I continued, “I, I can’t deny that it was exciting. I mean, I felt so much like a real woman…and Steve really seemed to enjoy doing me.”
“Of course he did,” Ron laughed. “How could he not enjoy fucking that gorgeous ass?”
“I, I just didn’t expect him to like it as much as he did,” I tried to explain. “It was like he was fucking a real woman.”
Ron laughed again. “Suzy, you either haven’t figured it out yet or you’re fishing for a compliment. Either way, I’ll tell you what you need to hear: you may not be a ‘real woman’ as you put it, but you are a real cunt. You’re a beautiful, sexy, eager-to-please bitch. You may not have a vagina, but you’ve got everything else a man wants in a woman, not just physically, but especially mentally.”
“Mentally?” I repeated.
“Your attitude,” he explained. “Most women, especially the good-looking ones, think they should be in control, that if a man wants them he should be willing to do what she wants him to do. You’re not like that. In fact, you’re the exact opposite: you know that you were put on earth to be a whore and make men happy. Your whole purpose is to make men cum, and doing that is what makes you happy. That’s why your blowjobs are so great—because you want them to be. You want to be the best cocksucker in the world and it shows. Now that you’re fuckable, too, you’re becoming the perfect slut every man dreams about.”
A part of me instantly wanted to deny what he was saying about me, to scream that I didn’t feel that way, that I wasn’t born to be a whore. But, before I could get the words out, another part of me reacted to the rest of what Ron had said. “Really?” I whispered. “Am I really that good?”
“Hell yeah,” he laughed. “You’re damn hot, and you know your place. If you fuck half as good as you suck cock, you’re going to be one of the most enjoyable bitches I’ve ever known.”
“That’s exactly what I’ve been trying to tell Suzy,” Kathy chimed in. “As a man, she was pitiful.” She looked at me and smiled. “I’m sorry, darling, I know it hurts to hear that, but it’s true. You have a tiny, worthless dick and I don’t think I ever had even two minutes of pleasure from sex with you.” Reaching out, she took my hands in hers. “Don’t look so sad. That’s the bad news, although it shouldn’t be news to you. You must know what a pathetic excuse for a man you’ve been. But, the good news is that now we know why. You weren’t a very good man because you AREN’T a man. You’re a woman. You really are—you’re a woman who just happened to be born without a vagina. And guess what? As pathetic as you are when you’re trying to be a man, that’s how spectacular you are when you let your female side out. Like Ron said, you’re a hot, fabulous woman who really, really knows how to please a man.”
“But, but, I shouldn’t be like that,” I protested lamely.
“Says who?” she asked. “Every man who’s had you touch his cock thinks you should be what you are right now. I think you should be what you are right now. The only one with doubts is you. The way I see it, you just have to decide what you want out of life. Do you want to be what you used to be—a pitiful, pathetic excuse for a man? A guy no woman wants, a guy who gets laughed at behind his back by everyone who knows him? A guy who barely ever has sex and has even less fun than anyone I’ve ever known? Or, do you want to be what you are right now—a hot, horny cunt who gets the attention of every man who sees her? A woman every man dreams of fucking, a woman whose mouth can do things to a cock that are unbelievable, a woman who can have just about any cock she wants? In the few days that you’ve been Suzy you’ve had more sex and cum more times than you have in all the rest of the time we’ve been married. Are you trying to tell me you haven’t enjoyed that? You haven’t enjoyed being the center of attention and the target of lust instead of being the butt of jokes?”
“Well,” I blushed, unable to force myself to answer her.
Kathy ran her finger over my lips. “Let me ask you something easier,” she smiled. “Would you like to suck Ron’s cock right now?”
“Oh, God, yes,” I groaned instantly, thinking about his magnificent rod.
“What if I gave you a choice?” she asked. “Suck Ron’s cock or tell him and Steve you never want to touch them again and fuck me instead.”
I stared at her. “What?”
“You heard me,” she shrugged. “If you want to start fucking me again, I’ll let you do it. But, you have to tell Ron and Steve to never come near you again because you’re done being a woman.”
“Oh, God,” I whimpered helplessly.
She ran her finger over my lips again, this time sliding it into my mouth. “What’s it going to be?” she asked. “Do you want to fuck me badly enough to never suck a cock again?”
“I, I don’t know,” I stammered.
“Yes you do,” she smiled. “You know what you want. Just say it. Do you want to fuck me for the two minutes it takes you to cum or do you want to get that big hard cock of Ron’s in your mouth?”
“I, I want……” I felt my mouth open and close, but no words came out. Kathy again traced her finger along my lips and I crumbled. “I want Ron’s cock,” I whispered.
“I don’t think Ron could hear that,” Kathy smiled. “Could you say it a little louder?”
“I, I want Ron’s cock,” I repeated.
Kathy smiled triumphantly. “Why do you suppose you feel that way?”
“Because, because I really am the horny cunt you said I am. Because I love sucking cock so-o-o much.”
“And you enjoy being a woman more than you ever enjoyed being a man?”
I nodded. “Yes,” I admitted softly.
“And you want to keep sucking cock and getting fucked like the cunt you are?”
“Yes,” I whispered.
“Louder,” she said firmly. “Tell Ron what you want to do.”
I had to close my eyes and take a deep breath, but I managed to force the words out. “I, I want to keep sucking cock and getting fucked like the cunt I am.”
“Good girl,” Kathy said sweetly.
“Real good girl,” Ron agreed with a laugh. “I think this is the start of a great relationship. Now that you know what you want, Suzy, we know just how to give it to you.”
“You, you do?” I gulped.
“Oh, yeah,” he answered. “Ask Kathy. I turned her into a wonderful little fucktoy. She’s such an obedient, willing slut—my buddies and I love using her. But, it took me months to get her to accept what she was and start whoring for me. You’ve reached that same place in a few days. That tells me you’re a whole lot more eager to be a fucktoy than she was, and that makes me believe you’re going to be an even better whore than she is.”
I looked at Kathy, who was grinning broadly. “As much as it hurts me to admit it,” she said, “I think Ron’s right. I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I really think my husband is going to be a better whore than I am. How humiliating is that?”
“Humiliating for you or for me?” I asked.
“Both, I guess,” she giggled, “unless you’re actually proud of it.”
“Should I be proud of something like that?” I wondered aloud.
“You need to stop worrying about what you should be doing,” Ron interjected. “The important question is, how proud would it make you to hear me say you’re a better whore than Kathy?”
I stared into Kathy’s eyes. “Very,” I answered.
“You’re going to need to prove that to me,” Ron said. “Words aren’t going to do it. You’re going to need to show me that you want to be the best whore in your family.”
“I, I know,” I gulped.
“Excellent,” he said. “Kathy, let’s do it. Let’s turn this cunt into the best whore she can be.”
“Oh, that sounds like fun,” she smiled, staring back into my eyes.
“Then it’s a plan,” he said. “Unfortunately, I need to go out of town for a few days. Do you think you can train her without me until I get back?”
“I’m sure of it,” she laughed.
“OK. Suzy, you understand that you need to do everything Kathy tells you to do, right?”
“Right,” I gulped.
Kathy grinned wickedly. “Any special instructions on what I should do with her?”
“I think you remember enough of your training to apply it to Suzy,” Ron replied. “Just remember that this early in her training, the key is to break down any resistance she might have to following orders. Suzy needs to learn to fully accept that she’s a whore. You need to humble her to the point where her pride doesn’t interfere with what she needs to do. Humiliate her until she understands that the only thing she’s good for is pleasing a man. It’s OK if she’s still proud of how she looks; in fact, that’s a plus—a good whore is proud enough of her looks to want to show them off. She should also be proud of what a good cocksucker and fuck she is. But, beyond that, she has to know that she’s nothing but a fucking cocksucker. Got it?”
“Oh, yeah,” Kathy purred. “I’ve got it.” She stared into my eyes and grinned as she said, “Don’t worry, by the time you get back Suzy will know exactly what her place is.”
“Perfect,” he said. “I’ll expect her to have the same attitude as you when I get back.”
After he hung up, I asked Kathy, “What did he mean the same attitude as you?”
She shrugged. “I’m his whore. I not only accept it, I love it. Whenever he offers me to one of his friends, I know it’s because he’s proud of what a good fuck I am and I make sure I don’t disappoint him or whoever he tells me to please. I also know that if I want to stay his whore, and I do, that I have to do anything he says, no matter how humiliating it is or how much I don’t want to do it.”
“So you do whatever he says, even if you really don’t want to?”
“Of course,” she smiled. “It’s funny, though, I’ve discovered that doing what he tells me usually turns out really well. Some of my biggest and best orgasms have come from following orders that I thought were so humiliating and disgusting that I couldn’t possibly do. I’ve learned that there is very little that I really don’t want to do, as you put it. There were a lot of things I didn’t want to admit that I wanted to do—mostly because I’ve spent years thinking only a cheap whore would do them. But, once I became that cheap whore and didn’t have an excuse anymore, I was free to enjoy them. Being a whore is actually very liberating—as you’re about to find out.”
“But, but what if I don’t like it?” I asked. “What if I don’t want to do something Ron tells me to do?”
“Then you smile, say ‘yes, sir’ and do it anyway,” she said. “And, when you’re done, you tell him how much you loved it. You don’t get choices. You’re a whore and you do what you’re told. Understand?” I nodded helplessly. “Good,” she smiled. “Then go get yourself cleaned up. We’ll have some lunch and then move on to your next lesson.”
I knew better than to question her any more, so I simply picked up my panties and retreated to the bedroom. I spent a few minutes in the bathroom, cleaning the lubricant off my ass, then put my panties back on and spent another 20 minutes repairing the damage I had done to my makeup by grinding my face into the sofa. When I returned to the kitchen, Kathy was smiling. “Eat up,” she said, offering me a salad. “You have a 2:00 appointment we need to get you to.”
“I do? Where?”
“It’s a surprise,” she grinned. “Now just eat your lunch so we can get going.”
I obediently ate the salad while I contemplated the fact that Kathy was taking me out in the miniskirt and stocking combo that seemed so whorish. When I asked if I could change into pantyhose, she smirked a quick “No way. You’re dressed perfectly.” Resigned to my fate, I nodded and accepted her decision.
Once we were in the car, it took me about 10 minutes to realize the route she was taking was very familiar. “You’re taking me to the office, aren’t you?” I asked fearfully. “You’re taking me to see Joe.”
“I am,” she smiled, “and you’re going to give him whatever he wants. Understand?” I nodded and she asked, “And why are you going to do that?”
“Because I’m a whore,” I gulped.
“Exactly,” she grinned, as she patted my thigh.
When we got to the office, she sent me in alone. As I approached Joe’s secretary’s desk, she looked up and smiled broadly. She made no effort to hide the way her eyes ran up and down my body. “You must be here for the interview,” she said. “It’s Suzy, right?” I nodded and she picked up the phone. “Your 2:00 appointment is here,” she said into the phone. “I think you’re going to like her.” She listened for a second and then said, “OK.” Hanging up, she pointed to the door to Joe’s office. “You can go in,” she said. “He’s ready for you.”
“I bet he is,” I thought as I moved to the door.
I entered and found Joe already had his shoes off and was peeling off his shirt. He ran his eyes over my body, grinned and then let his pants drop to the floor. Now wearing only a pair of boxer shorts, he gestured for me to move closer. “Becky was right. You look great,” he said. “Are you ready to show me your talents again?” I forced a smile and nodded. He took my hand and led me to the sofa. Turning to face me, he asked, “Would you like to help me out of these boxers?”
I nodded again and dropped to my knees. Taking a deep breath, I pulled down on the boxers, exposing his erection. “Oh, God,” I whispered at the sight. Without even thinking about it, I reached out and took it in my hands. My lust immediately took over and I leaned forward, kissing it gently. Before I knew it, I was slurping on his rod like the bitch in heat I was, no longer thinking about the implications of blowing my boss in his office while his secretary sat just outside the door.
After about five minutes of this uncontrolled passion, Joe took my face in his hands and said, “I love the way you suck cock, but it’s time to stop.”
“Stop?” I asked numbly. “I, I don’t understand.”
He laughed and said, “I bet you don’t. I can’t imagine you’ve had many guys tell you to stop sucking their cock.”
I shook my head and looked back at his dick. It was rock hard and glistening with my saliva, making it look even more desirable. “Don’t you want me to finish?” I asked. “You can’t want me to leave you like this!”
“Oh, I don’t want you to leave me like this,” he grinned, “but, I don’t want you to finish blowing me, either.”
“Then, then what do you want?” I asked, totally confused.
His grin got even bigger. “Kathy tells me that you have a new talent I should explore.”
“A new talent? I still don’t understand.”
He laughed. “God, were you this stupid as a man or did becoming a cunt do it to you? OK, let me spell it out for you. I want you to take off your panties now so I can fuck you.”
“Fuck me?” I gulped.
“If you’re going to ask that question, you need to add a please to it,” he laughed.
Still dazed, I tried to get a grip on what he was saying. “Fuck me, please?” I mouthed before I realized what I was saying.
“That’s it,” he nodded. “That’s a good slut. Now, let’s get your panties off.” He stood, moved behind me and quickly reached up under my skirt, and jerked my panties down. He roughly pushed me forward, pinning me against the sofa, and before I could protest pressed against me, his cock sliding between my ass cheeks.
“Oh, God, no!” I gasped. “Please, no!”
“Oh, God, yes!” he mocked. A second later, I felt his cock find its target and he pressed harder. By the time I realized he hadn’t even bothered putting on a condom, he already had the head of his cock inside me. An involuntary groan slipped from my lips and Joe took it as encouragement. He pushed harder while pulling on my hips, driving deeper into my ass. “Oh, yeah,” he groaned, “your ass is so nice and tight! Kathy was right about what a great fuck you are.” He thrust his cock deep inside of me again and again, until I felt his balls slapping against my own. “That’s it,” he grunted, “grind that ass into me, you fucking whore.” Until he pointed it out, I hadn’t even realized that I was doing it, but I quickly realized that he was right: I was squirming and grinding my ass, pushing back against his thrusts. Before I could wrap my brain around that, I heard Joe groan once again, “Fuck,” he hissed, “I can’t hold back any longer!”
He buried his cock inside me with one last push, just as it started spurting, and a new realization filled my head: “He’s cumming! He’s cumming inside me! He’s cumming in my ass!” I had no choice but to accept this final humiliation, feeling his sperm streaming into me as he huffed and gasped into my ear, as his orgasm seemed to go on and on forever.
When his spurting finally subsided, Joe pulled out of ass and sighed, “Nice. Not quite as nice as your blowjobs, but damn good. I think with a little more practice, you’ll be a terrific fuck.” He slapped my ass and laughed. “Now, get your panties back on before you drip all over my carpet and get out of here.” Mortified, I struggled to pull my panties back up and struggled to my feet. By then, Joe was moving back to his desk. He looked over at me, waved dismissively and ordered, “Go on, get out. Tell Becky I want to see you again tomorrow so she can schedule another appointment for you.”
“What?” I gasped.
“You heard me,” he growled. “Now get out.”
I managed to stumble out the door, my mind a jumble of thoughts and emotions. Joe’s secretary looked at me with raised eyebrows and asked with a wry smile, “How did the interview go?”
“OK, I, I guess,” I stammered. “He, he said to tell you he wants to see me again tomorrow.”
Her smile got bigger. “Oh, I bet he does. Will the same time work for you?” I nodded and she marked her calendar. “Good. Then we’ll see you then. Congratulations.”
Somehow I managed to make my way out of the office and to the car where Kathy was waiting. As I climbed into the passenger seat, she asked, “How did it go?”
“He fucked me!” I erupted. “He fucked me and he came in my ass!”
“And?” she smiled sweetly. “Did he enjoy it?”
“Of course he did!” I nearly screamed. “He wants me to come back tomorrow and do it again!”
“Wonderful!” she gushed, clapping her hands. “God, I’m so proud of you!”
“Proud of me?” I gasped. “He just fucked me like some kind of whore! He didn’t even wear a condom and he came in my ass!”
“Exactly!” she said gleefully. “And he wants to do it again! I’d say it was a pretty successful interview, wouldn’t you?”
“Interview?” I asked. “His secretary called it an interview, too. What are you two talking about?”
“Oh, didn’t I tell you?” she smirked. “Joe’s secretary is leaving, so he’s interviewing for a replacement.”
“And she thinks I was having a job interview in there?”
Kathy shook her head. “You WERE having a job interview, darling. And now you get a second interview. That’s always a good sign.”
“Job interview? There was no interview. I sucked his cock and he fucked me!”
“And that’s exactly what you’ll be doing if he hires you,” Kathy said. “He doesn’t care if his secretary can type. Her job is to keep him and his customers happy. If he wants you to come back again, he must think you can handle it.”
A chill rushed through me. “That’s crazy!” I protested. “I, I can’t take a job being a whore for Joe and his customers!”
“Why not? I think it’s a perfect job for you.”
“I won’t do it!” I shot back.
“I don’t think you have much of a choice,” she shrugged.
“What does that mean?”
“It means that if Joe offers you the job, you’d better accept.”
“Why would I do that?”
“For a couple reasons,” she explained as she started the car and pulled out of the parking lot. “First, because I’m telling you to. You belong to me, honey. I can destroy you if I want or I can make your life wonderful. So, you’ll do what you’re told if you don’t want to suffer. Second, you’ll take the job if he offers because the other option is unemployment. Joe isn’t going to let you turn him down and go back to your old job. You either accept his offer or look for a new job…and, trust me, you will not get a good job recommendation from him so finding a new job will not be easy. Add that to what I’ll do to disown you, and you can imagine what life will be like. You can be an employed secretary and whore living a very nice life or you can be an unemployed laughing stock living in some alley and eating out of dumpsters.”
I gulped. “You, you and Joe would really do that to me?”
“We already have, darling,” she laughed. “I hate to break the news to you, but you just got fucked in more ways than one. Assuming Joe enjoyed you as much as you say he did, I think he’ll offer you the job tomorrow. If he does, you may as well forget about ever dressing like a man again, because you’re going to be a full-time woman.”
I was silent the rest of the way home, stunned and shaken by the turn my life had suddenly taken. Even after we got home, all I could think about was Kathy’s threats. Just before bedtime, Steve stopped over for a blowjob, and as I worked on his cock, Kathy filled him in on my new “opportunity”, as well as my reluctance to accept the job. If I was expecting any sympathy from him, I sure didn’t get it. After his orgasm, he stopped on his way to the door and smiled, saying, “Suzy, you know Kathy is right, don’t you? This job is absolutely perfect for you.”
“Being a whore is perfect for me?” I shot back. “You must be kidding!”
“Not at all,” he insisted. “Baby, I know it must be hard to accept. I mean you’ve been pretending to be a man for so long that it’s got to be tough to understand that those days are over. But, you need to accept the fact that they are. Look on the bright side: you’re much better as a woman than you were as a man, and you’re going to get to enjoy all the cock you could ever want. You’re going to have a job doing what you love and what you do best. Don’t fight it, just relax and enjoy it.” He paused than added, “I just hope Joe doesn’t monopolize you too much. I’d hate to lose the chance to enjoy your talents.”
“Oh, don’t worry,” Kathy reassured him. “Suzy may be sucking and fucking a lot of guys for work, but I’m sure she won’t forget the guys she does for fun! You and Ron will always have a place in her mouth whenever you want it.”
“Just her mouth?” he joked. “How about that hot little ass? Can’t I have that, too?”
“As much as you want,” Kathy laughed, kissing him goodbye. “As much as you want. Just don’t ask for it now—Suzy needs to get to bed and get her rest. She needs to be at her best for tomorrow’s performance.”
