0 comments/ 89248 views/ 8 favorites Healthy Behavior By: BrettLynn Yes, it's a new series, fans of mine. I know you like Marilyn, but she's on hiatus. Deal. Anyway, I do have something interesting for you. It's an unusual tale, but then again, my writing tastes have proven to be a bit unusual. I'm about as mainstream as N'Sync is underground. So without further ado, let's get started. Oh, and yadda yadda yadda over 18 to read yadda yadda yadda read only if legal where you are blah blah blah. * * * * * "Uhh…is Mr. Stanford around?" "One moment dear…ooh, damn heels. Makes it impossible to walk through doorways. Here I am ma'am. So, did the maid get you here alright? Hello? Earth to…" "I can't believe this…" "Oh, the heels? Yeah, it is kinda stupid to wear 6 inch heels with a 3 inch platform when you're my height. I'm almost as tall as Shaquille O'Neal like this." "No…I meant…th-that!!!" "Ah, I get your message. This l'il pink spandex number isn't my style, but you wouldn't get the hint of my, er, changes is I walked up to you wearing a hoodie, some baggy jeans and some Tims right? You can definitely SEE my changes with this, right?" "How big are they? I mean.." "I know. It's not exactly normal to see someone born a guy with hooters this big. These, my friend, are courtesy of the Dow Corning corporation. 40DDD if you're thinking about that. Small enough that I don't look like a cartoon version of a woman, like those big tits strippers you see around, but big enough that not only can they make me look feminine, but I can still hit the gym hard without looking too much like the androgyne I am. There are some other changes I might show ya if you're willing. Wanna have a seat? Besides, these heels aren't exactly made for comfort." "Sure, no prob…er, what should I call you?" "You can call me Miss K if ya want. That's how I'm known in the world nowadays. The name 'Mr. Stanford' is OK too. After all, that's how my money managers know me as still. So what mag are you from again?" "Wired. They sent me out here to do a profile on you." "Ah yes, the sweet joys of the tech world press. What's the deal with it?" "Well, Mr. Stanford, you did disappear under, shall I say, unusual circumstances. It was enough to get the feds to investigate you on that stock." "Eh. It's understandable. With the money I got out with, I'd be suspicious if I were them. But anyway, how long are you assigned out here for?" "Couple days. I'm probably gonna get a cover story out of this. Why do you ask?" "Oh nothing. Just wanna make sure you get enough time to get everything, plus have a bit of fun. So, shall we get started?" "Sure. Lemme fish the tape recorder out my purse." "OK. Tell me when to start." "Alright. First, tell me a bit about your background, sir, er, ma'am, er…" *** Well, this is gonna be an interesting one. Let me cut right to the chase. The name's Khalil Allen Stanford, or at least that's what the Feds call me. I was born in Brooklyn January 25, 1972. Came up through the public school system, a proud product of Bed-Stuy, and did well enough on the placement test to get into Brooklyn Tech. You could say I'm somewhat special, though not particularly so. After all, if you root around enough neighborhoods in town, you could find a few thousand kids like me. As for childhood, it was NYC standard issue…playing ball, listening to hip-hop mix tapes, chasing tail on the subway, the usual. Simply put, I wasn't one of those guys who rooted around their mama's draw looking for frilly things to wear. I'm about as atypical as they come when it comes to that. Now here's the part you've been waiting for ma'am. After scoring perfect on my math SAT, and going 1560 overall, I had my choice of schools. Harvard, Yale, you name it. However, I chose Stanford. It had a pretty sweet CS department, and it was on the West Coast. The fact that Stanford threw at me a scholarship with so much money that it's probably illegal in a dozen states didn't hurt either. So I went to Stanford, class of 1994. Yes, THE class of 1994. Yahoo, Excite, LinkExchange, yadda yadda yadda, blah blah blah. Oh and the Stanford name? Who knows? Maybe the founder owned my ancestors in the Caribbean. Whatever. So I settled down out there, came back east for the major breaks and in the interim became the best damn Perl hacker anyone wearing Cardinal has ever seen. I became very famous in the CS department for my skills. The fame led to me doing some consulting work for Yahoo and Excite during my senior year and right after graduation. In fact, you know that when you visit Yahoo, you call up my script? Sure, it's been tweaked around the edges since I got started on it, but it's still pretty much my baby. Anyway, after doing some semi-regular work with Yahoo, and some nickel and dime consulting with Netscape and eBay, the dot-com boom on the stock market began. As a token for my work, I was awarded boatloads of stock. How much stock? Well, put it this way. In the span of a few months, I became wealthy enough to vote Republican. And the riches got bigger and bigger. After a while, I just stopped working and bullshitted now and again to CNBC. What difference do my words on that channel make anyway? I could say bullshit selling would be the future of the 'net economy' and venture capitalists would throw 8 figures at bullshit.com. Who cares. But let me get to the big story before we start talking about what I know you wanna talk about. I know you can't stop staring at my tits. You're curious about my tits, huh? And my big juicy nipples…mmm, let me play with them for a bit. I need the endorphin rush before I talk about that bullshit. Oh, that feels so nice. Let me pull on them a bit…mmm, ooo, there we go. Ah, now my nipples are all hard. I can't put them back in my dress. Mind if I keep my tits out? We're all girls here…well, at least I look like one. Hehehe. Thanks. Anyway, on to that big SEC investigation. Around the time I sold all those stocks, I was getting sick of the whole dot-com business. After all, I was richer than a pharoah before the age of 30. Why the fuck should I have kept working? So that fateful day in late February 2000, I told my broker to dump everything. EVERYTHING. I know the market dipped a bit on the strength of my shares. Who knew that I was the needle that was to break the dot-com bubble on NASDAQ? A couple weeks after the big dump, people finally started to ask for real profits from dot-com companies, and it just went from there. I understand the whole SEC thing. I mean, think it. The fact that I cashed out to the tune of 9 figures right before a stock market crash looks shady to anyone with two working eyes. But what can you do? After all, the law is the law, and they can lay the smackdown on whoever they want. I have no ill will towards them. It was just incredible timing. So after that whole mess, I put 100 mill a piece on AT&T and GM. After all, they make the most money on porn…they'll never go broke. As for the difference, it's nice and comfy all over the planet. Which leads to the beautiful puppies you see before ya and the make-up and the whole nine. Ooooh, lemme get started on that story before I come sitting here. You see, I've always thought about chicks with dicks, especially being a chick with a dick fucking another regular chick. I dunno why, but I have. It seems that from the time I started getting into girls and all that, the idea of a shemale fucking a female has been there. It wasn't to the exclusion of everything else. I mean, I had my share of wet dreams featuring Kim Basinger or Janet Jackson or whatever chick who was the flavor of the month. It's not like I didn't date girls, though to typical geek success, or like one of the guys on talk shows who've always felt female. No knock to them, but it just wasn't me. *** "Now let me get this straight. I'm sitting here with a wealthy ex-dot-commer with his..er, her tits sticking out, looking like a Playboy model, yet you're trying to tell me you don't feel feminine?" "Yes." "This is a whopper. I gotta hear this story." "This is unbelievable. I go for a cover story, and I end up with some worthy of Jerry Springer or the National Enquirer." "Now that you mention it, that stage manager on the show was on the National Enquirer and is the main guy responsible for the mess we see today. Shall I continue?" *suck* "Lemme hear this shit. I get paid either way." "Thanks for the enthusiasm." *** Well, the drive to this bod began with my time with Yahoo. By the time I got to them, I sublimated my weird sexual tastes and had gotten on with my middling dating life. Mack of the year, I wasn't. Anyway, in my spare time, I got to wandering through the newsgroups. I read this one story about this voluptuous shemale being teased and tortured by these women. I think it was on some sort of femdom tip. Oh, lemme stop before I have to whip it out. The thought of that story has made sitting here like sitting on a tree root. Mmmm. Whew! Anyway, while that story wasn't the best one I've ever read, it got me going into the shemale thing. As time went on, especially as I was getting to my days as insanely-rich Perl hacker and CNBC guest, I spent time looking for more and more shemale stuff. Most of the stuff I found were duds though. Seems that most of the shemale fans on the net are outright closetcases. I don't see the turn-on in wanting to suck a dick, even if it's attached to a feminine bod, but to each their own. Nevertheless, I found enough stuff to keep me going, and I stashed what I found like a packrat. You know, like anime, the story here and there and, if I got lucky, a movie showing a shemale and a female going at it. Yum. Anyway, after I dumped everything and went through the SEC shit, I started to hit the stash hard. Then I got to thinking, well, let's give it a shot. What do I got to loose? So I shaved off the beard I had, and removed every hair from the waist down, got dressed and walked into a plastic surgeon's office I knew specialized in sex changes. I remember that day very well, especially that conversation after I stormed in… *** "You're making me into a shemale." "WHAT? Security!!!" "Listen, doc. Here's the deal…and $10,000 to start talking. I want full-body electrolysis, breast implants, somewhere upwards of a D cup, some lipo to shape me and some silicon injections to give me an ass. Got that?" "Hmmm…well, let's see…" "Here's another $50,000 while you think. Come on, doc. Everything I've mentioned is worth what I've thrown on your desk so far." "OK. I know you haven't had hormone therapy. You look like a guy, that much is clear. Plus the Standards of Care…oh. Well, that much can take care of the standards of care…" "Here's another $100,000 on top of that. If I'm counting correctly, that's $360,000 on your desk. Come on. Help me out. I wanna do this. Plus I'm sickly right." "Uh, you know that isn't healthy. Speaking of which, those silicon injections are mighty dangerous. I don't recommend…" "You know what? Fuck it. Take all the rest of this money. One million dollars. Cold hard cash. Count it if you don't believe me. It'll buy you all the ethics in the world, plus a new Beemer." "You know, this isn't healthy. But since you are, er, aware of the risks…" "Fuck healthy. I'm rich enough to buy the healthcare systems of half the world's countries. So are you with me or not?" "Ummm…ok. Let me make a few calls and make some arrangements. Can I have your number so I can contact you when things are ready?" "Sure, no problem." *** The next few months were quite interesting. I ended up having to pony up a few more thousand to go to Antigua to get the surgery done. The airfare was cheap, but the local police cost a few bucks. I was in constant pain, recovering from one surgery to another. But it worked out pretty nicely. Mmm…just thinking about the changes they made to me is getting me so hot. Fuck the rest of this story. Let me stand up. You see these juicy lips? Mmm…those collagen injections sure did the trick. Anyway, you've seen these unnatural wonders on my chest. Or should I say natural. After all, these seem to fit so naturally on my body. And these nipples…lemme suck on one for a quick sec. Ohh, yes! Lemme stop that right now. Now is a perfect time to show ya the rest. Just lemme pull this down. Ah, here we go. See that toned l'il belly of mine? A product of a surgeon's scalpel. It does look sexy in the right baby tee though. Now lemme get this dress over my hips with a tug and…there we go. See how wide my hips are now? Thank those silicon injections for that. If he stuffed another inch there, it would be too much, but this…this is perfect. I look so curvy now. Now let me step out of this dress. Here we go. I love the feel of my skin now. So silky to the touch. Wanna feel my leg. Mmmm, that feels so good! It seems like those nerves on my thighs are attached to my big dick. Now lemme turn around for ya. Surprised, eh? I know you expected a bulge, but it's all back here. Yeah, I know that's special, my snake throbbing for ya, but I wanna show off my ass. Heck, I paid for it, I should show it off, right? So perfectly squeezable every straight guy in America wants it, but this show is for women only. Ooh, I love to tease them with my body. I love the way my ass looks, especially when I'm fucking some girl. It looks so sexy and wild. Oh, it looks like my snake is drooling, so lemme pull this out just…like..this and let it loose. Oh yeah, that feels so good. Lemme turn around so I can see that look on your face. Yeah, that's so perfect. That looks makes me so HOT. The doctor threw this in for me as a surprise, since he knew what I wanted to be. Thanks to his work of art, I look like the perfect shemale pornstar. Yeah, 12 inches long, 9 inches around of pure chocolate thunder. Mmmm…I like to do that. It always makes me shiver. It's more sensitive down there. Hmm. Now with that on my tip, maybe I should offer you a taste? Come on. Suck that off my finger. There you go. Lemme try some of that myself. Ah, that's nice. It's the perfect sing to let me know how turned ON I am…and I'm really horny, showing off my body for you. Yeah, lemme stroke this gently, up and down, back and forth my big smooth shaft. Mmmm…yeah, that feels nice. I know you probably don't wanna suck. Oooh Probably a contrast or conflict of interest or something. Hmm…I like to flick that little ridge. Maybe if you got a man, you need to try that. Oh yeah. That feels…so…good. Ah, yes! I see that playing with my nipple has got me dripping now. Can't have that huh? And I love to play with my nipples so much. What is a hung girl to do? Hmmm…MAID! What are you surprised? I mean, I know I have some relationships, but there are certain, um, maintenance needs that my hired help can take care of too. I chose her not only for her ability to clean my house but also for her ability to clean my…er…pipe! Besides, I love how she can work those big all-natural tits, especially with that nipple to nipple contact. Oh there she is. Like her red hair hun? Oh, don't worry about the interview. We'll get back to that in one second….but first, let me be taken care offfffOOOOOoooh! Yeah, that's nice there! Lemme sit down for this. Now, just lick all around the tip there…yes, that's good. Work that tongue all around my little tip while I pull on my nipples. Yeah, that's the way to work it. Mmmm. It's so fun to have a hot slut like you work my dick like that while I pull on my nipples. Yeah, that feels so nice. You know, you should try something like this if you ever get up the food chain at your job. It feels so nice to have someone servicing your private…oooo…parts while you're playing with your sensitive nipples. It feels even nicer to suck on them. Mmm…slurp…yeah, you should definitely try this….mmmmm…slurp….mmmmMMMM!!! Yeah, that feels so good. I like it when you stroke that long red hair along my huge dick, teasing it with those scarlet tendrils…AAAHHH…that's sensitive. OOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAYEAH!!! Work that shit your fucking worthless slut! You know your jobs to clean me, slut, right? So why don't you put that mouth to good use and spit shine my…special tool, OK? Yeah, now you're working it right. There ya go. Now lemme press your pretty head down just so you can reach those hard-to-reach spots on my balls and around my baseeeee…aaah! Yeah, work that throat. Mmm, that feels so nice the way you're pulling my cock with throat, trying to milk me dry. Yeah, work that mouth up and down, work it in and out your slutty throat. Yeah, suck me dry you fucking slut. Oooh….yes! Pinch on my nipples. Pull on them some. Ahh, that feels so incredible. Work that tongue…oh yeah! Faster, suck me harder! Oh GOD! YEAH, BABY! Do your fucking job and slob that knob…mmmhmmm…yeah! I'm almost there. Finish me…ah! Ah ah ah! OOHHHHHHH yes!!! Ahhhahhhhaaahahhhhahh! Yeah! Milk that fucking cum from me. That feels so nice! Now slip it all the way out, and let me pump those last few drops onto your lips. There you go. Just a couple pumps. That's good. Now you know what to do. Yeah, that's good. Don't forget to clean all the cum off the shaft. I know I have a knack of bubbling some onto there from your throat. Ahh. Oh. There you are, my interviewer. Almost forgot about you with my little break there. Don't sweat it. I know you're shocked at the whole exchange. I can tell by the look in your eyes. Then again, this is standard interview behavior. Just like these…TITS…are standard on someone born a guy, or it's standard for a girl with a surgically enhanced dick to be blown by her maid while someone interviewing them is watching in shock. And some perked-up nips if I'm seeing your shirt correctly. Funny. I thought I had the thermostat a bit on the high side on purpose, especially with what I was wearing. So do you mind if we continue with the interview? Just let me pull my dress back over my tits. There we go. They're a bitch to deal with if I wanna shoot some hoops. I have to get my maid Deb here to strap them down. But hey, they look nice. Plus I got someone to take care of me. Oh, thanks for the panties. Lemme slip these on lest I accidentally flash you more than I have already. So lemme know when we're ready to get going again OK? Oh, the recorder's been on all this time? Well, you've got some in-flight entertainment for a few days from now. *Chuckle* Let me go on. *** Yeah, the surgery was kind of rough. At least I had a nice place to do it in…the Caribbean isle of Antigua. You gotta love the government down there. They're about as honest as Ellen DeGeneres is straight. At least my cash got some bureaucrats some new Benzes. Anyway, the stretched out the surgery that made me what I am today over three months. They got the easy stuff out of the way first, with one surgery a week. Initially, I got the collagen lip injections done, then the lipo I needed for my new shape. I was on enough codeine to make a good-sized town high to dull the pain. Remember that X-Files Simpsons episode where Mr. Burns is glowing in the dark and saying 'I bring you peace' due to all the drugs he was on? Well, that was me. Then, the big stuff started happening. The electrolysis, the silicon injections around the hips, stuff like that. Not exactly a pleasurable process. At some point, I was thinking about snorting a few keys of coke, if for no other reason than a better painkiller. But those kind of addictions are, well, the means by which the well-to-do distribute their wealth to the poor masses. Cocaine is better than socialism. At least in that regard. And if you think that was painful, the surgery for my little…toys was a wreck. For the surgery, I was in a dream world playing beer pong with Babe Ruth against Mickey Mantle and Billy Martin. Or was that Thurman Munson. Anyway, that surgery took place around the end of my stay. I was immobilized for a week healing up. That's when I noticed that huge pipe you just saw the hired help cleaning. Somewhere between the codeine fading me in and out of consciousness, I overheard the doctor saying that it was a gift for help me out with my dream. Then, I heard him say something to effect of 'flaming fagot'. Or maybe I dreamt it. For his sake, I hope is the latter. Healthy Behavior Ch. 2 Chapter 2: A Normal Relationship The former Khalil Stanford stretched out her impossibly long, athletic legs, primed to start another day. She brushed the long hair out her eyes as she made it to her feet in her large bedroom, making a point to avoid the large amounts of sunlight streamed in from the skylight above her. Slowly, and on unsteady feet, she made her way to the bathroom, where she pulled down her basketball shorts, ambled her way to the toilet, aimed her morning wood at the toilet and let it fly. As she was standing there relieving herself, her mind was slowly waking up, remembering the tasks at hand that day. "Hmm…I Gotta meet up with my girl, spend some quality time with her. Then I gotta meet up with that bitch from Wired to finish my interview. Well, mind as well get going," she thought to herself. After finishing and flushing the toilet, she moved over to her sink and took a good look at herself in the mirror. Her bloodshot eyes took a good glance at her long, straight, tousled hair, messing from a night's worth of tossing and turning in bed. They moved down to her artificial breasts floating perfectly in space on her chest, covered by a plain white t-shirt with her nipples peaking out from the slight chill in the room. As she checked out the rest of her body in the mirror, her member reawakened from its attempted slumber, pushed on by the lust of the image in the mirror. "I take it that you are going away, huh?," Miss K said, talking to her dick. She gave the hardening penis a few slow strokes, flicking her thumb over the ridge in the tip. She then took a deep breath, pulled her shorts back up to cover herself and made her way downstairs to the kitchen for breakfast. As she made her way into the kitchen, she noted the presence of her maid Deb working away washing the dishes in there. Her red hair was placed up in a bun, and she was wearing an all-white French maid's uniform, making her form almost blend in with the predominantly white kitchen fixtures. The uniform was cut to be very revealing, showing off her alabaster skin on her legs and her fairly large cleavage bursting out of it. When Deb briefly turned her head in Miss K's general direction, Miss K called her attention. "Serve me." "But madam, your food is on the table." Miss K took a glance to the table on her left, noting the food that was placed there, and turned her gaze back at her hired help. "No, dear. SERVE me." With that command, Deb's sapphire eyes blazed with the realization of what the command entailed. She immediately turned away from the sink and stepped over to where Miss K was standing. After stopping directly in front of her, she lowered herself to her knees, taking care to reveal as much cleavage as possible on her descent. She noted the huge tent in the shorts pointing to Miss K's right hip, and took a brief swallow. She knew was it was she was to do, so she pulled the short down to her boss' feet, grabbed the massive member and took the tip into her mouth. "Yes, you fucking worthless slut. You know how you're to be used. Suck the fucking dick." Deb grabbed onto the shaft, then nuzzled against Miss K's root, getting ready to lick the dick from root to tip. Miss K pulled her shirt over her head, then untangled her hair out of it before tossing it carelessly away from her. She took both of her tits in her hands and started rubbing and pressing them against her palms. As she did this, she pulled her breasts apart enough so she could see her maid licking her massive dick like an ice cream cone. She pulled on her sensitive nips as her maid looked up wantonly just before taking her swollen tip in her mouth. Miss K let one of her hands wander her smooth body from her breast as her maid caressed her tip with her tongue, holding onto the shaft with both hands. Miss K let her hand wander all over her man-made curves while her maid worked her dick, feeling her smooth skin, her rock-hard abs, her big soft ass. She brought her hand to the bun that held her maid's hair up and let it loose, allowing a curtain of red to drape down Deb's back. She then gently but firmly pulled her maid's mouth off of her and moved her maid's head all around her dick, making sure that Deb's mouth was pressed to it, covering it with spit. When she saw her huge ebony tool had enough of a sheen to contrast with her maid's dull ivory skin, she took her other hand off her breast and onto Deb's head. Miss K then, at the same time, pushed her maid's head away from her and tilted it up towards her face. The look in Deb's face was pure submissive, with lust mixed with the fear and submission emanating from behind her eyes. "On your feet. Bend over the sink now," Miss K coolly commanded. She watched, slowly stroking her slick dick, as her maid smoothly got off her knees, then bent such that her head rested on her arms on the counter, and her big, round ass stuck up in the air. As she walked over to her maid, hard dick in hand, she looked and licked her lips and the fat ass in front of her. "Damn, I'm glad I found such a White woman with a big ass," Miss K thought to herself. "Not to mention that she's a submissive little slut sex toy who does a good impression of a maid too." In one smooth motion, Miss K uncovered the pure, soft, ivory cheeks of her maid ass. She placed her cock along her maid's ass crack, then bent over her to free Deb's breasts from her uniform. Pleased to see her maid's pink nipples dangling in the air, she stood up straight and stroked her dick, rubbing her tip along the crack of Deb's ass. She brushed her hair back from her face with her free hand, then started talking to no one in particular. "Hmmm…what to do, what to do. Should I stick my big chocolate dick in your asshole and fill your angel food ass with some cream filling? Or…should I stick my dick up your tight pussy and knock you up. Yeah, I'ma knock you up." Miss K lined up her huge dick with her maid's pussy, then grabbed one of her maid's hips to keep her still as she forced her huge dick inside, eliciting a long, drawn-out moan from her maid. She knew that she couldn't knock her maid up since she kept her on the pill. However, the fantasy was powerful enough to be a massive turn-on. Firmly planted in her maid's pussy, she left her hand wander over her breasts and her pebble-hard nipples as she slowly started thrusting inside of her little sex toy. She lifted a nipple to her mouth and flicked it with the tip of her tongue just as she was getting into a rhythm with her fucking. Obviously to the cries and wails of her maid, Miss K softly cooed as she sucked her nipple into her mouth, letting the velvet sugar walls of her maid caress her dick as she insistently pumped in and out. Letting her breast drop from her lips, she licked her lips as she held on to her maid's wide hips and enjoyed the visual of the big white pillowy ass swallowing her huge dick. Turned on by the color contrast, she started pumping harder, concentrating on the sensations on her dick and vaguely feeling her maid shaking as she kept fucking away. As she heard in the deep recesses of her mind her maid crying out in orgasm, Miss K relished the clinching and milking that her maid's pussy was doing on her dick. She took the initiative in fucking her employ harder, driving their bodies closer to the counter as she used her maid for her pleasure. She tried to concentrate on cumming inside her maid so she could move on with her day, but felt herself somewhat distracted. Miss K could not fully get off in her maid's pussy today, no matter how great it felt to have her dick worked on by her skilled pussy. Somewhat disappointed, she pulled out of her maid, who was now flushed a light pink with her arousal. Deb turned her sweat-soaked face towards her boss and asked, "is everything OK madam? I thought you wanted to cum in me." "I will, soon enough," replied Miss K. "But first, I want a show before you bring me off with your mouth. Lay on the floor and play with yourself." Miss K stepped to the side and laid back against the kitchen counter, steadily stroking herself while watching her maid slide down to the floor, spreading her legs and getting ready to touch herself. Her naturally large breasts sagged slightly to the sides or her chest and appeared shaped out of a porcelain doll. The maid cooed as she parted her creamy lips to reveal her coral pink center, looking up for the approval of her masturbating boss, who herself was partially lost in the ecstasy of her tower of power. "Yeah, play with that pussy," Miss K whispered under her breath. "Make that fucking juicy pussy cum, slut…" She watched as her maid noisily plunged two fingers between her juicy lips while squeezing her nipple with her fingers. She saw her maid's cherry painted lips part with lust and her eyes get lost in the sensation. As her maid's fingers pumped faster inside of her pussy while her thumb was tweaking her clit, Miss K herself was moving herself closer to orgasm, flicking the ridge of her tip a few times with each stroke. As she saw her maid's eyes start to roll back and her breath quicken in prelude to an orgasm, she squeezed her right breast hard, nearly boiling over in lust. She jacked her dick roughly a few times, then got onto her knees next to her maid and placed her huge tip on her maid's lips. Her maid instinctively reached for the massive member to pull on the shaft while she began to suck on the tip. "Stop," Miss K commanded, her lust betraying the supposed coolness of the command. "No hands…just throat…" Her mouth opened in awe as she saw her hired help help herself to her huge dick, stretching her mouth impossibly wide to accommodate the massive girth of the dick before her. She felt her maid's tongue caress the shaft and her teeth just graze her sensitive skin as she felt her maid's throat begin to pump and milk her cock for her cum. When one sensation caught her off guard, she immediately reached up and squeezed her tits, pulling on her nipples trying to increase the feeling. She then ground her hips seductively into her maid's mouth as her hands caressed down her body and around her ass. She moved her hips more erratically as she let her hands caress her big ass, letting one hand slip into her crack and gently graze against her asshole and the area just below her balls.. She gently kept rubbing her hand back and forth along her crack, when she felt her cum boiling up her shaft. Miss K took both of her hands from her body and placed it on the back on the maid's head, pressing her head as far down her shaft as possible. "Oooh yeah…drain me you fucking sluuuuuutaaaaaaaahh, yes…mmm…take it you fucking slut…take all my fucking cum…" Miss K held onto her maid's head as she gently undulated her body, letting her cum empty into her maid's stomach. When she finished, she slowly pulled out her cum and spit-slick dick out of her maid's mouth, then nonchalantly got up off her knees, walked over to the table where breakfast was laid out, sat down and ate, naked. *** After a quick meal, she went upstairs and took a shower, tempted by the sensation of the flowing water on her skin to masturbate, but tempered by the dull soreness on her dick. After making sure that she was clean, she went into her room and selected her outfit for that day…a pair of baggy jeans and a plain white t-shirt. After getting her maid to iron them for her, she quickly threw them on, sans foundation garments, along with a pair of black boots. She smoothed down her long hair right before placing a Baby blue fitted Yankee baseball cap on his head. She reached down between her legs to make sure her tool was properly positioned, grabbed her purse and headed on out the door to swing by her girlfriend's place for a bit to chill. As she climbed into her Nissan Pathfinder, Miss K thought to herself how happy she was to see her boo again. "I haven't seen her in a minute," she thought to herself. "Oh well. It'll make this visit twice as sweet." She fired up the SUV, then backed out of her driveway to begin the trip over to her girlfriend's place. Thankfully, she didn't encounter a lot of traffic on her drive, and the weather seemed perfect, with nary a cloud in the sky. She enjoyed her high vantage point from her SUV. Not only did it grant her the chance to stretch her legs (and give her room to jerk off if the mood presented itself). It also seemed to showcase her feminine attributes perfectly with the size of the window, showing her long hair, her big breasts and enough of her stomach to serve as a tease. She was reminded of that fact very well when she stopped at a light just before reaching her girlfriend's place. "HONK!" She looked out her driver's side mirror and saw some guy staring at her attributes while blasting the latest mix tape in his stereo. She vaguely heard the guy ask "yo, what's your number?" In response, she decided to give the guy a show. She brought her hands to the base of her shirt, pressed them to her belly and pushed her hands up until her tits were completely exposed. She then squeezed her nipples, brought one of them up to her mouth and teased it with the tip of your tongue. She then turned to the driver next to her, licked her juicy lips lasciviously, then mouthed "I know you want me baby" as seductively as she could. With the stereo in the car next to her turned off, the mystery guy then asked, "so can I have your number?" With that, Miss K quickly pulled down her shirt, gave the guy the finger and pulled off in a hurry as the light conveniently turned green. She made it to quickly to her girlfriend's building, pulled over in front, stepped out the SUV and made it to her door. "Coming, hun!" "OK, dear." Miss K paced in front of the door waiting for her girlfriend to come down. She was looking down at her boots when she heard the door open. "Hey, honey! How was your trip over?" Miss K looked at her girlfriend in awe as she greeted her. With her since before all the crazy surgery, the ex-stripper looked as awesome as she always had since their fateful meeting 9 months ago. Her tall, brown frame was filled with thick, luscious, creamy flesh, bulging with curves on her hips and thighs and topped off by her large, all-natural breasts. Her pretty face and sexy smile was framed with long, brown hair hanging down to her waist, and she was dressed as one would expect someone to be like around their own home, wearing nothing but a faded red Chicago Bulls shirt and some track pants. "Wake up!" "Oh, yeah, sorry, Maggie…um…you know how I get around you. You know how hot you get me." Maggie made two steps forward, swaying her hips subtlely as she walked, before leaning her arm against the doorjam. "Yeah, K. I like that," Maggie replied. She then reaches her free hand up to one of Miss K's nipples and tugged on one through the shirt. "Especially now, since your little change there. I love those tits of yours. Who knew you were gonna take me seriously when I joked about you having tits," she finished playfully. "Well, I wanted these bad boys before I met ya, hun," Miss K shot back, playfully cupping her silicon-enhanced boobs in her hands. "And besides, your tits are better. They're real." She stepped past her girlfriend and called back to her, "C'mon. Let's get up to your apartment already before we end up ravaging each other in the doorway." "OK, hun! Just follow me!" Miss K followed her significant other up the two flights of stairs to the third floor walk-up. The railroad flat was quiet and immaculate, save for the copy of Maxim flipped open to some curvy swimsuit model, and Musiq's "Speechless" lightly playing on the CD player. She walked into the living room, turning to sit down on the couch when she saw Maggie walk in. "So…" Maggie called out to her once-boyfriend before taking a seat beside her on the couch. "What have you been up to?" "Oh, nothing much. Just enjoying my obscene amounts of money, and my almost obscene…body!" Miss K emphasized this comment by palming and squeezing her silicon enhanced body. "After all, I did pay good money for this, and not everyone is blessed with tits like yours," she finished with a wink. "Hey, they aren't all that special," Maggie replied, sticking her chest out for emphasis. "But I'll tell you what. Let me get you something to drink, and I'll give you a surprise for your adoration." "Aw, thanks babe. Get me a Bacardi and Sprite ok?" Miss K put her hands behind her head, and stretched her legs out onto the table in front of her. She felt her nipples perk up under her shirt, and her dick start to harden into a lump under her ass. She knew from ever since they started going out, back when she was a he, that the little surprises that Maggie had in store were guaranteed to turn her on. She closed her eyes and shivered in anticipation when she heard Maggie return. "Hey there! I take it that you're ready for my little surprise, right?" "Umm…well.." "Stop trying to hide it! I know your nipples are hard." Miss K suddenly looked down at her breasts and saw that her nipples were like pebbles under her shirt. "Yeah…guess you're right." Maggie slowly sashayed to the CD player on the other side of the room, bent over just to tease her lover with her delicious ass and changed the CD. "You know, I haven't danced for you in a while, and I know how hot it gets you." She stood back up and turned around to face Miss K. "I know I always feel it," she continued with a subtle roll of the hip. "So are you ready honey?" Miss K gently nodded her head in the affirmative just as the song "Oochie Wally" began to play on the CD player. As the music rose up in the stereo, Maggie started gyrating her hips to the music piping out of the stereo behind her, her hands caressing her curvy, feminine torso. As her hips bumped and ground against the air, she teasingly lifted her shirt over her tits, teasing the tips of her nipples with her fingertips. She yanked her shirt over her head, baring her breasts, then got on her hands and knees to snake her way to the reclining Miss K, letting her tits gently dangled below her. She then quickly stood up and worked her hips for Miss K's eyes, tantalizing her with her hot but covered crotch. She turned away from her lover to shake her voluptuous ass for her, letting the deliciously round and huge globes jiggle under her pants, letting those come a small way down. Maggie stood back up, then slowly pranced away from Miss K to the beat of the music, letting her hips roll her pants down a bit more just to reveal her ass crack. She then turned around and roughly grabbed at her pussy underneath her pants, shuddering uncontrollably at the sensation. She held on to herself while letting her free hand rub and explore all over her delicious curves. Then, she used her free hand to pull her pants off her hips and let her bumping and grinding work them the rest of the way off while she played with her toy. Stepping out of her pants, Maggie walked over to her lover and straddled her, bracing her arms next to Miss K's shoulders and dangling her breasts in her face. "I know you wanna suck these tits, huh?" "Yeah…" Maggie then moved her breasts close enough to Miss K's face so that her nipple just barely brushed Miss K's lips and along her face. "I know you wanna suck these big fat titties right?" "Yeah…" "And be smothered by them, huh?" "Mmm...let me suck…" "Ssh! Nuh-uh-uh! You know that I'm gonna have to work something for you first." Maggie sat back on Miss K's lap, firmly placing her now-glistening pussy over Miss K's crotch and putting her hands on Miss K's waist. She ground her sensitive lips over the rough denim a few times slowly, feeling the large ridge underneath her. "I see someone got hot from the show so far." "Mmmhmmm" Healthy Behavior Ch. 2 She ground her hips harder into her lover sitting on the couch, then continued her dirty talk. "So do you want me to get you hotter? Get those nipples poking out of your shirt?" Miss K answered excitedly with a whisper, "Yeah, get me hot! Work those hips! Ooh…work that fucking pussy!" By the time she was able to finish her sentence, Maggie was already working on obliging her commands. She felt the heat and wetness of her girlfriend's pussy through her jeans as it worked her magic on her hard dick. She felt her nipples get harder and harder as her girlfriend continued grinding on her dick and groped her way across her tight stomach. As Maggie kept her rhythm with the now silent music, she felt her touch grow less coherent, her body begin to shake. Sweat began to form on Maggie's brow as she felt a wave of pleasure building up inside of her. "Yeah, baby! Work those hips," Miss K moaned out to her girlfriend. "You're getting off on this, huh?" "Uh-huh!" "I see you're about to get off, huh?" "Mmmhmm!" "Then cum for me, baby. Cum." Miss K looked up in her girlfriend's face and saw the desire etched on it, with her face glowing with sweat, her mouth hanging slightly open in blind lust, her eyes big and spacey. She sat back as she felt the grinding on her lap become more insistent, then less rhythmic as she felt her girlfriend cum on top of her, her hips bucking, her tits heaving, her mouth moaning her desire. Miss K could only watch, her body boiling in desire, as she saw her girlfriend ride out her orgasm. When Maggie finished her cum, Miss K reached down to where their crotches touched and started to unbutton her jeans. "You know, I could use a little sex like that hun," Miss K commented as she was trying to unzip her jeans. SMACK! "Hey!" "No, honey. I don't feel like doing that right now," Maggie replied after slapping Miss K's hand away. "But since you've been nice so far and haven't tried to touch me, I'll reward the restraint of your, um, aggression." Maggie slid off Miss K's hips to kneel on the couch to her right. She then reached up with both hands and began to pinch and rub Miss K's nipples. "Do you like that hun?" "Yes." Maggie continued to rub and pinch and pull at Miss K's nipples, making them more sensitive with each touch. She was satisfied with her efforts where she noticed that her lover was beginning to coo unconsciously. Then, she decided to go in for the kill, brushing aside her long hair and gently biting and tonguing a nipple through Miss K's t-shirt. Miss K responded by heaving her chest at Maggie, letting her lap more at her covered teat. "Mmmm…yeah baby! You're making me so hot! I might have to…oooo…touch myself if you do more," Miss K cooed out in pleasure. "Like this?" Maggie responded. She then dove onto the other nipple, nibbling, licking and pulling at it with abandon. Miss K then clumisly reached her hand under Maggie, unzipped her jeans and pulled out her huge dick, letting the massive member pulse in her hands before she slowly started to stroke it. "Oooh! That looks so hot! You know how wet I am right now?" Maggie pulled her knees from under herself, then spread her legs, and her pussy lips, to show how wet and glistening she was. She watched as her girlfriend stroked her huge dick in response to her lip show and whispered in her ear, "my pussy is getting you hot, huh?" "Yeah baby," Miss K answered as she concentrated on exciting herself with her hand. "Oh God you look so hot!" Maggie sat back up at her knees and looked in pure lust as her girlfriend stroked herself. She saw the sweat on her brow, her heaving breasts with her long, rock-hard nipples, her pulsing belly, her hand working her dick like a musical instrument. She watched her girlfriend's mouth open as she breathed harder, moaning occasionally when her fingers hit the right spots. Suddenly, she saw her girlfriend stop her masturbation. "Honey?" "Yes?" "I have an idea. Why don't I bend over and let you suck me off, feeding my dick into your throat from above?" "Ummm…" "Come on, do it hun. Plus, it'll be easier for me to play with my tits, and it will give you an opportunity to check out my ass. What do ya think?" "Well…ok honey." Miss K gave her thanks before standing up off the couch, taking care to keep her pants around her hips. Then she turned facing the couch and bent over with her arms resting on the back, letting her derriere stick up in the air. "Come on, hun. Pull off my jeans." Maggie got up behind her girlfriend and pulled off her jeans. The sight she saw as she eased her lover's jeans off was incredible. She saw a big round behind, perfectly shaped and smooth to the touch. She couldn't help but groped at it lustily with her hands, separating the cheeks and revealing Miss K's tiny bud of an asshole. "Wow! I knew you have a decent one there, but this has to be among the best I've ever seen!" "I oughta be. I paid good money for it!" Miss K said in response. She pawed at one of her breasts with a hand that she took off the couch, pulling on her nipples. "Go ahead. Slide under me and suck me." "OK. Can I get a lick of your sweet ass?" "Yeah, yeah, and it's clean too. JUST DO IT AND SUCK MY FUCKING DICK!" Maggie sat back on her heels, smiling and barely repressing a chuckle. She took the tip of her tongue, pressed it just below Miss K's balls and licked her entire crack from end to end, slowing down just enough to make her lover jump when she passed her asshole. She then chuckled out loud at Miss K's reaction, then sat down on the floor and slid under her. Maggie treated her tip the same way she treated her nipples a few minutes earlier, sucking it whole and pulling on it with her lips while flicking her tongue around the pisshole. She sucked her tip with abandon, virtually flooding it with her saliva. Miss K could barely keep her legs with the treatment she was getting, grabbing onto the couch to keep her balance and pulling on her now-exposed nipple to heighten the sensation. Maggie sucked hard on the tip, swallowing it into her mouth, letting the tip rub against the back of her mouth. She pursed her lips as best she could across the thick shaft, having it work her mouth as much as her mouth was working it. When she felt her lover flex her hips down and force her tip into her throat, she let her take over the blow job, letting her mouth get fucked slowly while she milked the shaft with her lips, throat and tongue. "Oh yeah!" Miss K moaned out while her dick was getting sucked and her hand was mauling her exposed breast. "Suck that fucking cock! Milk all that cum out!" On the floor, Maggie was somewhat oblivious to Miss K's cries as she was playing with her tits while letting the dick piston in and out of her mouth. She was doing her best to try and swallow it all, desperate to lick her lover's balls, but it proved to be a daunting task. Struggling with the mild asphyxiation that resulted with each plunge of her girlfriend's dick, she felt a bit woosy and a slight rush from the way the penis seemed to dominate her mouth and throat into stretching as far as possible. She let one hand drift to her shaven labia, stroking the smooth lips before easing two fingers between them. Letting her lust feed on itself, she suddenly throated Miss K's cock completely and reached her tongue up to tickle the top of her balls. She started rapidly pumping herself with her two fingers, letting her thumb strum her clit. She started wildly moaning around the throat that was pistoning in her throat, responding to her actions. "Oh yeah! I'm almost there! Make me cum! Make me fucking cum!" moaned out Miss K, driven to the edge by the sensations her girlfriend's mouth was producing. She left go of the couch, letting her shoulders rest on the couch cushions. While one hand was busy tugging on her nipple and squeezing her tits hard enough to seem that her implant was going to pop, her other hand worked to hold her lover's head for the assault her hips and dick were about to give it. "Here it comes…take it for me…" Miss K's voice trailed off into screaming and moaning as her body began to convulse, preparing to spill its seed into its owner's object of love. She pulled her nipple tightly to heighten the sensation and held onto her lover's head as her dick began coating her love's throat. Her hips jerked along with her dick as it came down the throat that milked it, drowning out the moans of pleasure Maggie was making. Turned on by the orgasm, her fingers were quickly chugging their way to another orgasm. As Miss K started to come down, she noticed that Maggie was starting to jerk below her as she jerked three fingers in and out of her and her thumb against her clit. Stimulated by this surprising development, she poured out a few more shots of cum, letting her orgasm wane as her lover's was waxing. She let the orgasm-addled Maggie milk the last of her jizm with her throat before standing up straight and slowly pulling her softening dick out of Maggie's mouth, being careful to avoid having it scratched accidentally on her teeth. She then sat down next to Maggie on the floor. "Thanks a lot. I needed that after the show you gave me. You didn't have to do that, you know." "Don't worry hun. I did that for you because I care." "Aw, thanks honey. Can I get a kiss?" Miss K then leaned over the reclining Maggie to kiss her on the lips. "No!" she replied. She then playfully wiggled away from Miss K's presence. Then she relented, turning back to her girlfriend, hugging her close and giving her a kiss on the cheek. "Thanks," Miss K said in response, flashing a goofy smile. "Hey, you call yourself Miss K now right?" "Umm, yeah." "I was thinking that was a bit goofy. How about I give you a name for you to live as a woman. Since you're name was Khalil before, how about, um, Khalilah?" "Nah, that's too good for me," Miss K replied. "I'm not good enough for a name that implies the best of women. Hmmm…" "I got another idea…" "Hey wait!," Miss K replied, a light bulb going off in her head. "How about Kayla? It sounds kinda like 'K-love', it isn't bland, it's sexy and it ain't ghetto. What do you think?" "You're right Kayla hun!" She then gave the newly named Kayla another hug, rubbing her nipples against her girlfriend's. Kayla then pushed away from her girlfriend, and reached to pull up her jeans. "Look, I'd love to stay here and cuddle, but I got an interview to finish today with some magazine. I'll call you during the week, OK?" "Alright," Maggie replied as she stood up. "Stand up so I can give you one of my patented goodbye hugs." "With pleasure my dear!" When Kayla got to her feet, Maggie wrapped her arms around her, pressing Kayla hard to her. She then bent her neck down to kiss on her girlfriend's neck while grinding her crotch on her lover's, feeling her harden instantly. When she backed away from Kayla, Maggie noticed that her girlfriend's nipples were perked up under her shirt. "OK, I'll catch you later!" Kayla picked up her hat from the couch, then began to walk out the door, blowing her a kiss as she went. "Bye!" * * * * * Questions? Comments? Email me! Healthy Behavior But I do remember the day I finally got to play with my new favorite toy…my body. There was this nurse there named Patti. Nice, old, grandmotherly type White woman. I hadn't been too embarrassed by her. After all, she had been tending to my needs for the weeks since my breast surgery. Anyway, I remember the day that she came to take off the bandages. This was the day I was finally waiting for. I would finally get to see my body! Plus, the codeine buzz gets too disorienting after a while. First, I remember the gentle way she pulled that gown up over my torso. I finally got to feel the touch of someone on my new body. It felt so sensual. I finally realized why women love foreplay so much. The sensation was so electric! Then, she took a pair of scissors and cut the bandages off my chest. I finally got to see my new breasts…and began my continued infatuation with them. They looked so perfect then! My nipples and areolas were still a bit swollen from the effect of stretching over the implants. They look the breasts of my dreams…literally. Floating perfectly on my chest, firm to the touch, super sensitive and big. When I first started touching them, I felt the direct line right to my dick. In fact, I felt a tug on the bandages down there. I finally got the courage to ask, "What's with the bandage down there?" My nurse Patti got down on her knees in front of me, then replied "ooh, just a gift from the doc that he decided to give you while he still had you under general anesthetia." Then, she gently pulled away at the bandages from my crotch and between my legs. What I had seen first was my own personal wet dream. What I saw then was the wish of every red-blooded male on this planet. To say it was huge is to say Bill Gates has a few bucks. One word: Wow! What Patti was cleaning the lint off of from the bandages was unreal. What she had in her hands was bigger semi-hard that a lot of pornstars were erect. I was curious to see how big I was, and between the new found hotline between my breasts and my dick, plus the fact that no one had touched me down there for a few months, gave me a chance to answer that question. I just looked down and stared in awe. "Should be about a foot long and as big around as the proverbial Coke can if the doc did his job right…and I see he has," Patti commented to bring me out my reverie. "Remind me to that the good doctor," I remember shouting out. This was incredible. I was built, figuratively and literally, like a wet dream and I was loving every second of it. Then, I felt something warm and wet on my tip. I looked down, and it was Patti sucking on my tip, struggling to get her mouth around it. She pulled away from me when she noticed me looking down and said, "from the way you responded when I was trying to clean you off, it looks like you're desperate for some attention. Don't mind me. I used to do this sometimes when I was younger. Do you mind sonny? I mean ma'am? I mean.." I just nodded my head in assent, and let the woman take care of business. It wasn't the best blowjob I've gotten in my life. However, she was pretty good, and sensitive as I was, I'm surprised I lasted as long as I did. She gently pumped my shaft back and forth, while sucking on the first three inches of my dick. As she did it, a look not of lust but of caring shot up to my eyes. She did this little trick with her tongue along the ridge at my tip, and almost instantly I groaned out in orgasm. It felt so nice as it seemed I was pumping her mouth to overflowing with my seed, an ocean pouring out of my dick. She swallowed most of dutifully too. However, I had enough composure to tell her to stop swallowing. When I finally finished ejaculating, I pulled her frail frame up from her knees. Of course, I thanked her for the service she performed. Then, I kissed her in gratitude. Hard. On the lips. With tongue. The last little bit of cum in her mouth, we shared back and forth as I caressed her mouth with my tongue. I even swallowed some of my own cum. Not a bad taste. Not great, but not horrible either. Then, I gave her a peck on the cheek and sent her on her way. *** "OK. Mr. Stanford, with all due respect, you're nuts." "Whatever. I'm rich enough to do this. Besides, I'm not forcing this on anyone. I'm not hurting nobody." "OK. This has got to be the weirdest story I've ever covered." "Look, I gotta bounce in a bit. Gotta meet my girl. So shall I see you around 2ish tomorrow back here? Maybe we could finish up." "Grrrr. OK." "See ya!" * * * * * Wanna see more? E-mail me with comments!