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Kasey's Legs

By: KaseyLegs



I had been crossdressing for close to ten years. It started as a Halloween costume gag where I shaved my legs, put on a cheerleader outfit and wore a scary mask. After I kept getting compliments on how good my legs looked I continued shaving them and experimenting with dressing in a variety of women's outfits, skirts, high heeled shoes, panties and bras.

It had just been a private thing, and something I shrugged off, telling women I was intimate with that I was straight and it was just something I did for fun. That always seemed to work until Darcy.

I had known Darcy for years. We had been close friends but never intimate or romatically involved. I had pursued her a number of times, but she always told me she didn't feel that way about me. Then she found out about my crossdressing and how people said my legs looked great in a skirt and heels. She told me she wanted me to dress up for her so she could see for herself.

Most of my efforts had been spent on my legs and keeping them as smooth and tan-looking as possible. I loved that look, and I loved the effect combined with painted toenails and open-toed heels.

Darcy was speechless at first, going on about how she couldn't believe how good my legs looked and how they looked better than hers. Then she told me I needed to work on the rest of me. My efforts at makeup were sloppy and my upper half didn't look feminine at all. She tried to help me with both and as it went on, we ended up sleeping together for the first time in our decade long friendship. 

We began seeing each other regularly and eventually I moved into her place. She was very enthudiastic about my crossdressing and told me she was bisexual, which in her words meant, "With you I get the best of both worlds."

One night she began asking me if I'd ever thought about going out dressed. There was a gay club in the next town that had a regular "drag queen night" and she thought it would be fun to go. I finally agreed after a lot of coaxing.

When we got there I felt a bit out of place. Most of the guys who were dressed in drag wore excessive makeup and looked like men in a costume. I was there in a leather miniskirt and heels, with bare legs, a pink shirt that wasn't much more than a t-shirt with three-quarter sleeves and a bra with what looked like small breasts. My makeup was just enough to make me look slightly feminine and my hair, which I normally wore long and straight was curled in waves.

Men were hitting on me and buying me drinks. I kept telling them I was straight and "just out for a little fun." Still, I received all kinds of compliments and propositions. As I sat at the bar, more than one man put his hand on my thigh and I didn't push him away.

I told Darcy it was fun, but I didn't really think it was my thing. One the drive home she told me, "You know, I have this fantasy about seeing you suck cock."

I laughed and said, "Well, that's a good fantasy but it will never happen. I'm completely straight."

The next Friday night she told me she had a surprise for me. She wanted me to get dressed up completely, did my makeup and hair and then made a very nice dinner. We ate a romantic, candlelit dinner and I asked if this was the surprise. She didn't often cook, so I imagined it could have been.

"You'll just have to wait and see," she said with a smile.

She opened a bottle of wine and poured us each a glass. We went into the living room where she lit more candles and put on music to create a very nice ambiance. I was just starting to relax when the doorbell rang.

"Are you expecting someone?" I asked.

"Maybe." She giggled and told me to wait while she got the door.

When she opened it I heard a man's voice. He made a joke about not being sure he was at the right apartment and then asked "Are we still on?" She told him "yes" and they came back to the living room together.

"Kasey, this is Dan," Darcy told me. "Do you remember him from the club?"

I recognized him immediately as one of the men who had been hitting on me on my night out dressed. I quickly went from feeling relaxed to feeling awkward. I had almost forgotten I was sitting around dressed the way I was, until I recognized him and Darcy made the introduction.

"Uh, hi Dan," I said and stood up to shake his hand, forgetting I was in heels and almost falling over in the process.

"Relax, sexy legs," he said with a big grin. "You're amongst friends."

"Okay then," I said after regaining my footing and standing up tall.

"Why don't you get me a beer?" he asked. "It's been a long day."

"Okay," I said. His tone was rather sharp and almost rude, but I tried to ignore it. I didn't feel I was in a position to say anything given the way I was dressed.

I paused in the kitchen after opening the refrigerator. What was this guy doing here? Apparently Darcy had given him our address and probably our phone number. I knew he was hot for me, with all he had said at the club, but I had set the record straight. I went back to the living room, handed him his beer and asked him, "What brings you by?"

"Heh," he snorted with a grin. He patted the spot on the couch next to him. "Have a seat, sweetie."

I started stuttering and spitting out words that didn't make sense, so I sat down next to him, crossed my arms and sighed. I looked at Darcy and then at him and asked, "What is this all about?"

Darcy sat down next to me and started running her fingers though my hair. "Honey, I've told you about my fantasy. I just want you to try. If you don't like it, you can stop."

She always looked adorable when she bit her lip and pouted, and at that point she did managed to make it more adorable than ever before. "Please? For me? Just... try it. Dan's nice, don't you think? And he thinks you have really hot legs."

"You do have great legs," he said and ran his hand up my thigh and over my knee. "So smooth and perfect. You are going to look so good on your knees tonight."

He took my hand, which was shaking nervously like the rest of me, and placed it on his crotch. "See how turned on your legs have gotten me?" He was rock hard.

A shudder went through my body and my demeanor started to change. I could hear how pathetic my voice sounded when I said, "Really? You got that hard looking at my legs?"

"Well, you are a very sexy girl," he said and started unbuckling his belt. "Why don't you do a sexy little dance for me? Darcy says you love to so dance sexy when you're all dressed up."

Darcy went over and changed the music. She put on a club mix I made that I put on when I was dressed and came back over to the couch. "Go ahead, dance for Dan."

Feeling awkward and foolish, I got up and started prancing around goofily to the music. Dan continued taking off his belt and then removed his shoes. It wasn't long until he was naked from the waist down and stroking his incredibly hard and very big cock. I couldn't take my eyes off it.

Darcy stood up and took my hand. "Come on, honey. You always said you wanted to try different things. If you don't like it, no big deal, but don't knock it without trying it first."

"Okay," I said in a feeble voice, "but just this once." I kept repeating it out loud in a whispery voice. "Just this once... just this once..."

"On your knees, sweetie. That's how I like it." Dan was grinning like a Cheshire cat.

I slowly got down on my knees in front of him, looked up and asked him, "Do you really think my legs are sexy?"

"Sweetie, any girl with legs like that belongs on her knees. Yours are the sexiest I've ever seen."

Darcy crouched down next to me. "Let me talk you through it, honey. Take it slow."

"Okay." I was shaking.

"First, take it in your hand, nice and easy. Think about how you like it when I do this for you."

"Okay," I said and gently put my fingers around his solid shaft. Another shudder went through my body.

"Lean down and gently kiss the tip. Use your tongue, just enough to give him a little tease."

I nodded and leaned in and did as she asked. I took it very slowly, and then at her instruction I ran my tongue around the head and then slid the head into my mouth. As I did so I lost control and began sucking it, up and down with my head bobbing and my drool dripping down every side of his cock.

"Oh my God," Darcy gasped. "He actually likes it!"

"Look up at me, cock sucker," Dan ordered. I looked up at him, continuing to suck his cock, and he said, "Yeah, he definitely likes it. I can see it in the eyes."

Darcy reached up under my miniskirt and grabbed my dick, which was now rock hard. "Oh my, he really, really likes it!"

I kept going, trying to do what I liked when Darcy and other girlfriends had gone down on me.

It wasn't all that long before Dan moaned loudly and yelled out, "Fuck yeah!" He grabbed my head on both sides and pulled me down hard on him, jamming his cock against the back of my throat and making me gag as he shot his load into my mouth. 

I coughed and gasped. His semen was pouring out of either side of my mouth as he relaxed and slowly slid his cock out and slumped back onto the couch.

Darcy had been slowly stroking my dick as I sucked Dan, and after Dan fell back on the couch she picked up the pace.

"That was really good, baby," he said. "You sure that was your first time?"

With Darcy stroking me, I looked at his cock, wet with cum and my saliva and leaned forward and started kissing and licking it.

"Can't get enough now, can you?" he laughed.

Seconds later I came as Darcy finished stroking me and collapsed with my head in his lap.

"Now we just have to teach him to swallow."

Kasey's Legs Ch. 02



My girlfriend Darcy and I were having breakfast and talking about my first experience going down on a man. I had been dressed up in my sexiest girl clothes with my makeup and hair giving me an almost passable look.

Darcy had brought me out to a club that hosted a "drag night" and I had been a hit. I kept explaining to men I was straight and I crossdressed for fun. 

I confessed that I had a serious fetish for women's legs and after shaving my own realized my own legs looked very good, especially when they were tan and I wore a miniskirt and heels.

When I went out publicly for the first time I realized I was extremely turned on by men checking out my legs and complimenting me on how they looked. It was a kind of validation of my efforts and it made me want to show them off more often.

Darcy was very accepting of my crossdressing and almost too into it when we first got together as a couple. This made it easier for me to experiment, to take my appearance to new heights and to stop keeping it a secret.

A week after my trip to the club Darcy promised a big surprise. I was fully dressed when Dan arrived. He was one of the men who hit on me at the club. Even after my continued insistence that I had no interest in men sexually, I ended up going down on him very willingly and surprised both Darcy and myself with how much I enjoyed it.

At breakfast, Darcy couldn't stop talking about wanting to expand my wardrobe and introduce me to her friend Chrissy, a professional hair and makeup person. Chrissy had worked in movies and had her own business. I sat quietly while she went on, wearing the black teddy she insisted I wear that morning.

I was still processing the events from the night before. How quickly I had changed my tune about sucking cock and my discovery of how much I loved it kept my head spinning.

I interrupted Darcy's monologue about her plans for me by saying, "Look, that was like a one-time thing. It was your fantasy and I did it for you, end of story."

"Oh my God, are you going to try to tell me now that you didn't really like it? That you were just doing it for me? Wow. You are so in denial."

"Like I always said, I'm pretty much willing to try anything once, but let's not make more of it than it is."

She rolled her eyes. "Okay, but I know you still want to play dress up. I won't tell Chrissy about your whole cocksucking thing, but don't you want to find out if she can really make you look like a girl? Think about what it would be like to go out to a club and have people think you really are a girl. I mean a regular straight club. I think it would be a blast."

"Well, if your friend can really make me look enough like an actual woman that everyone will believe I am one, I'll think about it. I need to get ready for work."

Darcy smiled.

When I got home from work, Chrissy was already there with Darcy. We immediately hit it off, talking about ordinary things rather than anything relating to Kasey and my crossdressing. We talked about my job, doing shipping and receiving in a warehouse for a big local company. We talked about all the famous people she had met in her business. 

The first time it crossed the line into my crossdressing she was looking at my face and said, "You know, you definitely have some feminine features and your Adam's apple is barely visible. I could easily make you look like a woman."

I laughed. "Easily, huh?" I had a lot of confidence in my legs and my ability to walk in heels, but I didn't have any confidence in my ability to truly take on the appearance of a woman. I was intrigued.

"I have some time Saturday. I've got some commitments in the morning but I'm free the rest of the day. How about if I work some magic on you and if you like it we can go out and see if we can fool some people. What do you think?"

"Okay. Sounds like it could be interesting. I'll give it a shot."

I found myself getting very excited as Saturday rolled around. When Chrissy arrived she had a number of bags and cases. I helped her carry them in, wearing short shorts and sneakers. I remarked that she must have thought this was going to be a big job given all the stuff she brought.

As she worked on me, she explained she wanted to try a lot of different looks so she could figure out which worked best. She started by piercing my ears and trying different earrings while reminding me that a lot of men wore earrings these days. 

"I think you need to go with multiple piercings. I'm thinking of a kind of wild look for you, kind of a goth girl look but not really. Your pretty blue eyes would look good highlighted with a lot of eye shadow and mascara, and since you have naturally long eyelashes there is a lot to work with."

After the piercings she worked with my makeup, starting one effort and washing me off and starting again. By the time she finished and had me look in the mirror, my face looked completely feminine with a pseudo-goth look that also read as wild and dirty girl. I was amazed and told her so.

"I don't think anyone will mistake you for a guy with that face," she said with a supportive smile. 

Darcy came in and out during the early phases of my transformation, then said she would wait to see the "finished product." I felt very comfortable with Chrissy and how affirmative she was in how she talked to me.

"You have long hair already but it is really straight and it might take some work. Darcy said she worked you over with a hair curler, and we could try that again, but with your look I don't think your hair will work. You've got dirty blonde hair and I think I have a couple very nice wigs with me. They aren't cheesy, actresses have worn them in movies, so don't be getting the wrong idea."

"That actually sounds better, plus it won't be so easy to recognize me. You know, if someone sees me out like this?"

"Yes, that is a very good point as well."

I ended up wearing a long, straight jet-black wig and it looked incredibly realistic. After she did my fingernails and toenails, Chrissy brought out a pair of strappy black high heeled shoes and told me she had picked them out for me with Darcy.

"They should look pretty good with your look," she said. "Darcy really liked them and couldn't stop talking about how sexy you'd look in them, and with those legs, I'd have to agree."

She fitted me with a bra, which was a c-cup with rubbery breasts inside that stuck to my chest like suction cups. It gave a very realistic look and with the tight black shirt she put over it the first thing I noticed was I appeared to have erect nipples. The effect was very subtle, but if you were looking for it there was no problem noticing.

She left the room while I changed out of my shorts and put on thong panties and a black miniskirt. When she came back, I was primping and posing in front of the mirror. She said there was no man in the world who would even suspect I was a guy.

"Just to be safe, let's do this," she said as she pulled out a studded leather choker that looked like a dog collar and snapped it around my neck. "You can barely see your Adam's apple, but now you don't have to worry about that. And it looks good with your dark temptress look."

Darcy came in to see the finished product and her jaw dropped. "Wow, I knew you were good, Chrissy, but she looks incredible."

"She gave me some great material to work with. I think a lot of guys will be drooling over her tonight."

The way they had switched to female pronouns in talking about me was strangely titillating. I kept looking at myself in the mirror and thanking Chrissy for her hard work.

The subject of my adventures with Dan the previous weekend did not come up. Darcy never said anything about wanting to watch me suck cock. All they talked about was going out and seeing how many people would think I was really a woman.

We went out to a bar a few towns away. Chrissy didn't drink, so she drove and when we got there it was a moderately busy sports bar and didn't look or feel at all threatening. Most of the patrons seemed to be average suburbanites out for a few drinks and either playing pool or watching the game on one of the bar's many televisions.

Chrissy and Darcy were all dressed up as well, so even though I felt overdressed for this place I was in good company. Darcy spun a tale about how we had left a nearby club and were just stopping for a few drinks on the way home. We were three ladies on a girls' night out and a lot of men became interested in talking to us and buying us drinks.

Chrissy was married and made it clear she was "very happily married." Darcy told the guys she had a boyfriend at home and wasn't out looking.

Then she said, "Kasey is single. She told me earlier she was out looking to find some dick to suck, but maybe that was just girl talk."

She winked at me.

The small group of guys who were talking to us all turned and looked at me. "Is that right?"

The memory of being on my knees and sucking Dan flashed into my mind and instead of denying it said, "Fuck yeah," and took a long swig from my bottle of beer.

Of the four guys standing around us, the one closest to me was the most forward. "You know, it ain't often the prettiest one is the nastiest, but you are definitely the exception."

Part of me was mortified by my behavior, but I couldn't stop. Here I was with four men thinking I was a gorgeous woman and I was loving the attention.

The lead guy slid up next to me and sat down. "So, you have got some seriously hot legs," he said as he ran his hand up my thigh. "You goth chicks don't usually dress like this."

"I'm not goth," I told him. "I'm just kind of trying a new look."

I took his hand and moved it away. He was moving it a bit too high, and while I loved the attention I didn't want him to stumble upon my secret.

His name was Ray, and he was giving me goosebumps with all his compliments and very open desire for me. I had to excuse myself to go to the rest room. When I got to the doors, one marked "Men" and the other marked "Women" I paused for a moment and then went into the women's room.

When I came out, Ray was standing there. He took my hand, pulled me towards him and kissed me full on the mouth. He continued to hold onto me by my arm, just hard enough that pulling away would have created a scene.

"Come take a little walk with me, baby," he said and pushed open the back door to the bar, which was marked "Emergency Exit Only." I didn't resist as he led me through the door and out behind the bar to a little spot between the dumpster and the building.

The area smelled like rotten food and sour milk. There was loose trash on the ground around us and a pile of wet rags against the wall. Ray kicked the pile of rags away from the wall and started unzipping his fly.

"Whoa," I said, "Hey, come on, this is not—"

I stopped talking when he pulled his extremely hard ten inch cock out of his pants. It looked like it was pulsating and was covered with thick bulging veins.

"Holy shit," I muttered.

"Come over here," he told me. "Kneel down on these rags. Show me what you got, baby."

I paused for a moment, looking at his beautiful cock and then at the disgusting area around me. Something about the environment and the whole scene made it much more exciting.

I knelt down on the rags in front of him and started as I had with Dan, kissing and licking the tip. He let out a "Oh yeah" and then said "Baby, just get down on it. We don't have all night."

I opened my mouth and slowly slid my mouth over it, getting about half of it in me before gagging. I sucked up and down a few times, just taking the half I could handle before repositioning myself and getting more of his delicious cock into my mouth.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw two people at the corner of the building, watching as I sucked Ray's cock. One of them was Darcy and the other was Glenn, one of Ray's buddies. Darcy came closer and Ray asked her if she "wanted some."

She laughed and said, "Nah, I'm all set, but Kasey has been needing cock for a long time."

"She sucks a good cock," Ray said between moans.

"She likes it rough," Darcy told him. "Grab her head and fuck her face. She loves that shit."

"Fuck yeah," Ray said. He grabbed my head and started pulling and pushing my head back and forth hard and fast on his cock. I kept gagging and saliva was streaming out of the sides of my mouth. I had tears in my eyes when he pulled his cock out of my mouth, groaned loudly and shot a huge load of cum in my face.

He took the sleeve of my shirt and used it to wipe off his cock before he put it back in his pants and zipped up. Once he had put himself back together, Glenn walked towards us smiling.

"Bitch can suck some serious cock," Ray told his buddy.

Glenn tossed me a bar rag and I used it to wipe the cum off my face. Then Ray told his buddy, "Have fun with her, man," and walked back into the bar.

I had been about to get up, but Ray took up position where Ray had been standing and unbuttoned his pants and pulled them halfway down his thighs.

I was nearly hyperventilating, my libido pounding and I was hoping my own hard-on wasn't in any way visible. I put my hand around Glenn's cock and guided into my mouth. I got right to the straight on sucking while jerking him with my hand. I concentrated on just getting him off as quickly as I could and was soon rewarded with the second load of cum of the day, this time shot into my mouth.

It was starting to dribble out of my mouth, but I tried to hold onto it. Pausing, pensively wondering if I could swallow it. Part of me felt like I might throw up if I tried.

"You can do it, honey," Marci encouraged. "Go ahead, swallow it."

I winced, half-closing my eyes as I breathed in and swallowed. It took three swallows to get the whole load down, but I didn't gag or throw up.

I was shaking at that point and nearly fell over, finding it difficult to keep my balance. Darcy helped me to my feet and walked me to the corner of the building. Chrissy was already in her car, the engine running, and when we got to it Darcy helped me into the back seat and we started home.

My knees were aching after spending so much time kneeling in dumpster alley. I was dizzy and confused and felt extremely tired.

"Did you have fun?" Chrissy asked from the front seat.

"Yeah."



Kasey's Legs Ch. 03



I returned from my girls' night out with Darcy and Chrissy feeling completely exhausted. My mind was unable to focus on anything other than falling down and going to sleep. I didn't want to think about my experience, on my knees next to a dumpster behind a bar, giving head to two different men, both of whom I had just met.

I just wanted to sleep.

The part of me that rejected and fought the idea of Kasey going out and hooking up with men was getting weaker. I found myself being unable to control my thoughts and my fantasies. I looked at how I was dressed and smiled.

I thought to myself, wow, I really love sucking cock. Or at least I thought I only thought it. As I thought those words to myself, Darcy turned around to look at me from the front seat of the car and smiled.

"We know you do, honey."

"Do you think those guys knew I wasn't really a girl?"

Darcy smiled broadly. "Of course they knew, honey. I told them when you were in the bathroom. Two of them were fine with it and the other two just stayed in the bar."

"Why did you tell them?"

"Do you really think it would be fair to go down on a guy without him knowing first?"

"I guess not."

"Let me tell you, half the time guys don't care who sucks their cock as long as someone sucks it. Guys are sick like that."

"Yeah, I suppose." I sighed. The thought made me feel less special, like I was just a hole for cock and not the sexy girl with the hot legs I thought I was.

"But they think you are really hot, with those long legs and everything else. They see you and they get all hard for you. And the least you can do is show them you appreciate that."

I smiled and nodded. "So, I know you had a fantasy about seeing me going down on a guy, but, I don't know, would it bother you if I started, you know, sucking cock all the time?"

Darcy laughed. "Honey, that would not bother me at all. I want you sucking cock as often as possible. I love watching you going down on a guy and how your eyes light up when he blows his load in your mouth. It is so hot and you are making me so happy."

"Really? So, you are totally cool with it?"

"Of course, but there is one little problem, and I hope it won't be too big of a deal. I know you try hard, but you aren't much of a man in bed. I guess now we know why, but I need to start getting some action on my own. With you getting all this cock, I don't think you can blame me for wanting to get some of my own. You can watch if you like, but I think it is only fair."

I didn't know what to say, and couldn't argue with her logic. I sat quietly in the back seat for the rest of the ride home.

There was a strange car in the driveway when Chrissy dropped us off at our apartment. I asked Darcy if it was someone she knew and she said, "Well, I don't know. Maybe I do, maybe I don't."

My first concern was that her talk about needing to get some action on her own was a prelude to introducing me to her new lover and this was his car. We walked past it, with me holding my heels in my left hand and walking barefoot down the gravel driveway, and a man rolled down the window.

"You must be Kasey," he said with a smile. "I'm Mike."

"Hi Mike," I said nervously. I looked at Darcy, confused.

"Mike wanted to meet you, so I said it was okay if he came by."

Mike looked me up and down and then came up to my face, "Some bad girl needs to wash her face. Looks like you got a serious facial or two tonight."

"One guy gave him a facial. He swallowed the other."

"Nice. Why don't you get down on your knees and give me a little taste before we go inside, Kasey?"

His cock was out faster than I could drop to my knees and he was nice and hard. "How do you like it, sir?"

"Just suck up and down on it a few times. We'll save the real fun for inside."

I slipped it slowly into my mouth and slurped up and down on it about twenty times before he told me to get up and follow him inside.

He had me wash my face, which removed most of my makeup and I did my best to look reasonably presentable. I managed to get my heels back on and walked out to the living room.

"That's much better," Mike said. "Sit down."

I sat across from him while Darcy sat alongside him. He had his arm around her.

"Now, Kasey, I have been fucking your girlfriend here since before you met her and I have continued to fuck her while you've been with her. She always tells me about your small dick and how you have trouble keeping it up when you're trying to fuck her or even when she blows you. And she says the first time she ever got you off was when you were blowing a guy for the first time, which was also the first time she ever saw you really hard. Is all this true?"

"Yes, sir."

Mike laughed, "Sir, huh? That isn't the reception I expected but I like it."

"How would you feel if you pranced around in front of a guy in your skirt with those legs and he didn't get hard?"

"I wouldn't feel good about that. I like to make guys hard."

"So, how do you think it makes Darcy feel when you can't get it up for her?"

"She probably feels the same way."

"Don't you want to be able to please her?"

"Yes, I do. I love Darcy. I want to be able to make her happy."

Darcy came over and sat on the edge of the sofa and took my hand. "I don't have any use for your male self. He only disappoints me. I want you to become Kasey full time."

"You want me to have a sex change?" I said with surprise in my voice.

"No, I don't want that. I want you to keep having that sad little dick so you can remember at night that you are unable to satisfy a woman and that this is because you prefer cock to pussy. I don't want you to forget that."

I just swallowed hard, nodded my head and then hung it in shame.

"Mike is going to break in your ass tonight. You are going to get fucked. And because I love you I want the first cock to split your girlie ass to be the same one that fucks me night after night."

"I can't—"

"Of course you can. You said you'd try anything once, and you said you wouldn't like sucking cock and yet there you are kneeling in garbage and blowing two guys. I don't know why you keep fighting. It really is pathetic."

Mike stood up and got completely naked. He was very muscular, well-built all around and his cock remained quite hard. He walked over to where I was on the couch and Darcy knelt down and took it in her mouth and started sucking it.

My mouth dropped and I felt myself starting to cry.

"Poor baby," laughed Mike. "Are you jealous of me or jealous of her?"

"I don't know," I said, putting my head in my hands to hide my tears.

"Sure you do. Would you rather be having her suck your little dick or would you rather be sucking my nice, big juicy hard cock?"

I removed my hands from over my face and looked up with my tear-stained mascara. "I'd rather be sucking your cock."

"Would you rather fuck your girlfriend or get fucked by her man?"

I choked on my words.

"You better hurry up before she gets me off, because then you won't get none."

I let the tears come, stood up and slid my panties down my gorgeous tanned thighs. I pulled them over my sexy high heels and sat down on the edge of the couch. I swallowed hard, lifted my sexy legs in the air and pulled them back to expose my asshole.

"Please fuck me, sir. Please."

Darcy sounded like she was gagging and pulled away from Mike's cock. She was laughing so hard she had choked on him. 

"Damn, Darcy, you weren't kidding. He is so ripe he's going to fall right off the fucking tree."

Darcy went in the bedroom and came back with the tube of lubricant I kept hidden, or thought I kept hidden, in my dresser drawer. It was buried beneath a lot of work clothes along with the two dildos I secretly used on myself. 

Seeing the look of shock on my face, Darcy shook her head. "Yeah, I know you've been shoving those two dildos up your ass for who knows how long. And, okay, you only used to dress for fun. I don't think it really matters any more, keeping it a secret and all. Do you?"

I shook my head and pulled my legs back above my head.

Darcy rubbed the lube on my asshole and worked some into me with two fingers. Then, after Mike put on a condom she lubed his cock as well.

After he positioned himself between my beautiful legs, and I felt the tip of his hard cock pressing against my anus, Darcy sat down on the edge of the couch beside me and started running her hand up and down my bare thigh.

"You do have great legs," she said as Mike began to enter me. I let out a soft moan and she said, "You know what I want all the men to think when they see you? I want them to say, 'Nice legs, better head, and a great fuck.' Yeah, that's what they're going to say about you. Word gets around quickly, you know. And I am certainly not going to keep my mouth shut."

Mike was pushing into me slowly, and I could feel every inch of him as his cock went deeper into my willing ass. When he had finally gotten the full length of his hard cock into me, he told me to look at him. Once I met his eyes, he pulled my left leg towards him while Darcy held onto the right. He started licking my calf and around my ankles as he began thrusting back and forth inside my ass.

I felt so aroused and so hot, and I looked down at my own dick. It was fully erect and standing straight up, turning intermittently purple and bone white. It was pulsing and moving around wildly on its own with each and every thrust.

Darcy started kissing and licking my right thigh and around my knee while Mike started fucking me faster and harder with every thrust. I felt so good I thought I was going to pass out, and then I came. 

My dick seized up for a moment and then started spraying out more cum that I'd ever seen come out of it before. Even when it stopped spurting I felt like the orgasm would not end. It was as if I was having a seizure and while my upper body flapped around like a recently caught fish. Darcy and Mike held my legs steady. Mike kept fucking me, picking up the pace with each thrust until he was slamming me as hard and as deep as he could.

I felt Mike tense up and thought he was about to cum inside of me, but then he pulled out, tore off his condom with one motion and climbed up onto the couch. He was holding his cock tightly, holding back his orgasm until he could position it in my face. Seeing what he was doing, I dropped my legs down and opened my mouth, getting just the head of it between my lips as he shot a massive load into me.

I lost some of it down my chin, and part of it shot across my cheek when he pulled out of my mouth before he was done, but I managed to swallow the rest.

"I'm so happy for you," Darcy said, brushing the hair from my black wig out of my face and then taking it off entirely since it was now sitting sideways on my head. "I'm so happy I could help you find your place in life. Are you going to thank Mike?"

"Oh wow, yes, thank you, sir," I said, still uncertain of my compulsion to call him 'sir.'

"Thank you for doing this for me, Mike," Darcy said and kissed him on the mouth. "I know you had second thoughts, but wasn't it worth it?"

"Well, baby, when you said your boyfriend was a crossdresser I figured he'd look like a man in a dress and shit, but Kasey is fucking hot."

Mike told Darcy he was going to go home. It was late, and after she walked him to his car and made out with him for ten minutes in the driveway, Darcy came back inside to see I had taken off my heels and curled up like a cat on the couch.

"Well, honey, you had a very good night, didn't you?" she said.

"Uh huh," I purred as I drifted off to sleep.

I woke up a couple hours later, brought out of my peaceful sleep by sounds coming from the bedroom. Darcy was moaning loudly and I could hear the headboard of the bed we shared banging up against the wall. I got up slowly and quietly crept towards the bedroom door. It was mostly closed, but still ajar enough for me to look in at what was happening.

Darcy was on all fours, with one hand tightly gripping the bars of the headboard as some man I'd never seen before was fucking her hard from behind. Her hair was drenched with sweat and his chest was glistening. They had been going at it for a while.

Darcy's moans were loud, interspersed with grunts of "oh yeah" and "fuck me, baby" and "I'm a bad girl." I stood in complete shock and paralysis, unable to move and unable to stop watching. I had never seen her like this.

When we had made love, I had always been slow and careful. I was usually apologetic at some point because I would keep losing my erection and would have to pull out and let her stroke me, or stroke myself, until I got hard again and could continue. The process would repeat several times until she would tell me, "It's okay, don't worry about it."

She would try then to get me off with her hand, but would give up after not getting anywhere. Then she would tell me to get myself off and watched as I masturbated. She'd try teasing me with her breasts, which were large and very much admired by men wherever she went, letting me suck on them as I jerked my dick.

Without fail, as I tried to jerk myself off with Darcy and her large breasts and very nice body there next to me, open to whatever I wanted from her, my attention would go to my own legs. A gorgeous woman beside me and I would end up getting off by masturbating while looking, touching and sometimes kissing my own legs.

I snapped back to the present moment as Darcy's lover came inside her. I watched, mesmerized, as he body tightened up, his jaw clenched and he let out a loud gasp of ecstasy. He collapsed on top of her, exhausted and fulfilled.

I sighed quietly and walked to the bathroom. I felt in dire need of a shower, still sticky and sweaty from my big night. I closed the bathroom door and took off all my girlie clothes. I looked in the mirror at my earrings, took them out as well and put them into the little jewelry box Chrissy gave me for them. It was little more than a small pink box made out of cardboard, but putting my earrings in it gave me a feeling of validation and normalcy.

"Just like a real girl," I quietly told myself.

I washed myself thoroughly in the shower and shaved. I'd been shaving with a woman's razor for years, the kind that would tilt and adjust to "every curve" and did it every day when I showered. Sometimes I'd shave twice a day. It started with just my legs, but then I'd shave everything up to my waist and eventually my entire body.

I had never been that hairy to begin with. Growing up I'd been teased in school for having hairless legs in gym class but disappointed when hair actually started to grow on them. 

I was never able to grow anything resembling facial hair. I'd have spots where hair would grow on my face, but always had "bald patches" and the hair would grow out light, soft and blondish rather than thick and dark like manly facial hair. As a result, it wasn't difficult to keep my face shaved smooth and keep it soft like a woman's.

Once I finished showering and shaving, I slipped into my black teddy, which was hanging on the hook on the back of the bathroom door. I'd only slept a couple of hours and needed more. My bedroom, the one I shared with Darcy, wasn't exactly available. Darcy and her lover were now asleep in it, and he was snoring loudly.

We had a second bedroom, which had belonged to Darcy's roommate before I moved in. There was a twin bed in it now and we mostly used it for storage. The bed was made, so I cleared some things off of it, climbed in between the sheets and went to sleep.

My dreams were filled with big, strong men taking me in every way possible. When I woke up the sheets and blankets were strewn about wildly and after sitting up I realized I had ejaculated in my sleep. There was a big glob of semen dripping down my thigh. I leaned back on the bed and pulled my leg towards me and licked it off myself. It was cold, but still wet and it tasted nice.

"Like a creamy, salty snack," I giggled to myself.

Our apartment was part of a very large house that had been divided up into five different units. It was an older house that belonged to a wealthy family who rented it out as units rather than living in it themselves. We lived in the basement apartment. The other units were occupied by mostly single men with one couple living on the second floor.

The house had a very nice pool, with a cabana that contained a bathroom and changing room along with a rudimentary shower with a concrete floor. There were reclining deck chairs around the pool, but I had never used them or the pool. It was an excellent location for tanning, and Darcy often sat out there, but I preferred the privacy of tanning booths.

On a Sunday morning after a night where I had gone out dressed, sucked off two guys behind a dumpster and came home to get fucked by a man for the first time, secrecy didn't seem all that important any longer. 

Darcy had gone out, so I changed into a hot pink bikini bottom from my stash of "girl clothes," slipped into a pair of flip-flops, grabbed a towel and a bottle of tanning oil and went up to the swimming pool.

It was almost eleven o'clock and there wasn't anyone around at the pool. I felt good as I set my towel across one of the reclining deck chairs, kicked off my flip flops and started applying the oil over my smooth body. By the time I was done, I was once again hard as a rock.

I always used to feel self-conscious about having a small penis. Barely three inches long when fully erect, I always worried when I went to bed with a woman for the first time. There would always be that moment when she first saw or felt it that I cringed, thinking she might reject me then and there.

For the first time I could see a benefit. Not only did it make dressing up and going out easier in the sense that it was easier to conceal, it also made it possible to keep from popping out when I was laying out in just a bikini bottom.

I was lying on my stomach with my eyes closed, lost in a daydream when I felt something land on my back. I turned my head to see Darcy standing there. I reached around to grab what she had dropped on my back and found a bikini top.

"I got the smallest cup size I could," Darcy laughed. "The landlord doesn't like girls sunbathing topless up here."

I nodded silently and looked around to be sure no one else was around the pool or looking at me through their windows and put the bikini top on.

"I saw Greg from the apartment upstairs this morning when I was heading out," Darcy told me. "He's the guy with the apartment that overlooks the driveway. He told me he saw you sucking Mike's cock in the driveway. Said he didn't recognize you at first but, well, he put two and two together."

"Oh wow," I sputtered out. "I'm so embarrassed. I never even thought about that, when, you know, I did that..."

"Relax, honey, he doesn't want to kick your ass or anything. He said he loved the way you went right down on your knees when Mike pulled out his dick and just started sucking. He told me he wished his girlfriend would do that."

I relaxed and smiled. "I was worried there for a minute."

"I told him you wouldn't mind doing the same thing for him if he was interested. He seemed more than a little intrigued, and said he'd think about it, something about girls like you really not being his thing. I'm not sure if he meant girls with a dick or girls that suck and fuck everyone they meet."

I sat up and got defensive. "Oh come on, I do not suck and fuck everyone I meet!"

Darcy shrugged. "Time will tell."



Kasey's Legs Ch. 04



It had been a very exciting weekend.

I had gone down on three different men in one night. I had taken it up the ass for the very first time and achieved the most intense orgasm of my life in the process. I found out, and accepted, that my girlfriend was sleeping with other men because I was unable to satisfy her.

I moved into my own bedroom in our apartment and began dressing as Kasey, my so-called female alter ego, all the time. I stopped worrying about what the neighbors thought and started sunbathing at the pool in a bikini in full view of them all.

Now it was Monday, and that meant it was time to go back to work. When my alarm clock went off to wake me on Monday morning I felt like I was Cinderella and midnight had come at the ball.

I worked at the warehouse for a big local company. I did electronic shipping and receiving, which meant I mostly sat at a computer terminal entering data while the real men did all the heavy lifting.

It was a very casual workplace. Usually I wore jeans and a t-shirt with a pair of sneakers. A lot of the guys wore work shorts or cargo shorts. I'd never worn shorts of any kind to work, even when it was hot and humid in the warehouse. I never wanted any of the men I worked with to see my tanned, shaved girl legs. I was worried about what they would think or say so I always wore jeans and kept pretty much to myself.

Darcy usually stayed in bed while I got ready for work, and she continued to do so after I moved into my own bedroom. I had to be at work at seven in the morning and she didn't go in until nine o'clock. Mornings before work was my regular private time. I ate breakfast, had my coffee and took a shower.

I slipped on a pair of thong panties and was about to grab a pair of jeans when I looked down at my beautiful legs and my perfectly painted toenails.

"Fuck," I said to myself. "Who cares what those guys at work think. It isn't like any of them talk to me anyway."

I was not going to go to work dressed. All I was going to do was to put on a pair of shorts. I'd wear regular white socks, sneakers and my company logo t-shirt like I always did. It was summer and everyone else was wearing shorts. So what if mine were a bit shorter than the norm?

I wasn't going to get crazy. I had to comb through my girl shorts to find a pair I thought I could get away with. There was one pair of jean cut-offs that wasn't too short and looked like they could possibly be worn by a guy. I wasn't happy with how they looked, and they were too loose. If I managed to sit the wrong way someone would see my lacy pink panties.

I settled on a pair of very short black shorts. They were jeans material, but black, and they were tight fitting without being too tight for working in. They were short, but long enough that my butt cheeks didn't peek out.

I posed with them in front of the mirror and debated on whether or not I could get away with wearing them at work. When I finally gave in and decided to wear them, I found myself giggling and thinking, "I wonder how many of the guys are going to be walking around hard today."

I walked outside to my car, I looked up at the sky and smiled. It was sunny and already almost eighty degrees. There wasn't a cloud in the sky and I knew the weather report said it was going to be a hot one. It was a great day for a pair of shorts.

I walked into the warehouse with my sunglasses on, wanting to avoid looking at anyone as I gauged the reaction of the guys I worked with. At first it seemed like no one noticed, but then came a whistle followed by catcalls.

Mostly, they seemed to be joking and teasing. No one was hostile, but they were having fun giving me a hard time. "Good morning, legs!" someone yelled out, followed by someone saying, "What's up with the new girl? When'd they hire her?"

I couldn't help smiling, even though I knew they were just having fun with me. I put my lunch in the break room refrigerator, then went over to the corner where my desk and computer were. I started preparing my work for the day the same way I always did, acting like nothing was different.

One of the few guys who ever talked to me, Steve, came over to my desk and leaned against it. "Seriously, dude, what's up with the shorts?"

I shrugged, "Well, I heard it was going to be really hot today and these are the only shorts I have."

"That's cool," he said, not looking at all sure of what to say. After a long pause he said, "Has anyone ever told you that you have legs like a girl? I don't mean to be weird or anything, but seriously dude."

"I get that a lot," I said, acting like I was unfazed by his comment. "I'm used to it."

Work got busy after that. There were trucks to load and unload and I got into my usual routine and all but forget I was wearing shorts.

Lunchtime rolled around and I started off to the break room to eat. I stopped outside the door when I heard the guys talking about me. I stayed out of sight and listened to their conversation.

"Come on, man, I mean, those shorts and those legs?"

"No way, man, Kasey has always been kind of weird, but he ain't like that."

"I bet you a C-note I'm right. No guy does whatever Kasey does to get his legs to look like that."

"He's worked here for like two years and I know he has a girlfriend."

Two guys were doing all of the talking while four more were standing around or sitting and eating while nodding in agreement with various comments. Sometimes the other guys would say things like, "Yeah, I hear that."

I stayed out of sight outside the break room and continued to listen.

Steve, the guy who talked to me at my desk, seemed to be defending me while Bruce, a real macho type who loved to brag about his Corvette and his female conquests, was debating him on the topic of who or what I was now that they'd all seen me in my girl shorts.

One of the other guys interrupted them and said, "Okay, Bruce, I'll take your bet. I will put a hundred bucks down. There is no way in hell you'll get Kasey to suck your dick."

Bruce turned to one of the other guys. "Gary, you want to put your money down on this?"

"No way, man, the dude wiggles his butt when he walks. He's a fucking swish."

All the guys except for Steve started laughing and one said, "Shit, man, you noticed that too? I thought it was just me!"

"I bet he paints his toes," someone said, giving the laughter fresh light.

Steve sighed and pulled out his wallet. It felt good to know he liked me enough to defend me.

"You ready to put your mouth where your mouth is?" asked Bruce. "Or, should I say, put your money on where your buddy Kasey's mouth is going to be?"

Steve closed his wallet and put it back in his pocket. "Okay, I will raise the bet to $200 but this is the new wager: I bet you I can get him to blow me before he blows you."

"I'll take that action," Bruce told him.

Everyone was laughing and soon everyone was throwing their wagers in on either Bruce or Steve. I finally took a deep breath and walked into the break room, acting like I was completely oblivious to what was going on.

As soon as I walked into the room, everyone stopped talking. Some kept laughing, others started laughing harder, but most just got very quiet.

"What's up?" I asked.

"Nothing much," said Bruce, clearing his throat. "We're just doing a friendly little wagering."

I nodded, took my lunch out of the refrigerator, put my money in the soda machine and was about to hit the button to buy a can of Coke when I had a little change of heart and hit the button for Diet Coke. It seemed like a more girlie drink.

I sat down at a table by myself and started eating while flipping through the day's newspaper as I usually did on my lunch break.

Bruce came over and sat at my table, sitting real close and leaning towards me.

"So, Kasey," he whispered loud enough for everyone to hear, "Do you shave your legs every day or did you just do it special for me today?"

I was about to make some pathetic attempt to claim I had no idea what he was talking about, or at least try to sound casual about the whole thing. "Just because it is a hot day, and I decided to wear shorts for the first time to work ever..."

I paused. Everyone had gotten very quiet. In my mind I cycled through every possible denial of my true nature I could think of. They all sounded pathetic and ridiculous.

I swallowed hard, looked directly at Bruce and said, "I will suck your cock anytime and anywhere you want. All you have to do is say the word."

"Holy fucking shit!" someone yelled out.

Bruce was caught completely off guard by my response. He moved back in his chair and just stared at me. It was not anything close to what he'd expected me to say. The whole group was speechless.

It was a sudden feeling of power, and with the way they had been wagering on me and making comments about me before I came in, I figured my choices were either to ignore it all, pretend nothing ever happened, or just say "fuck it." I liked the attention and I liked wearing my girl shorts to work.

"So, do you want to win your bet or not?" I asked Bruce. "Yeah, I suck cock and I'm good at it. Are you all talk? Maybe I should see if Steve wants to win your little bet."

"I ain't no fag," Bruce said.

"You don't have to be. You'll just be getting a blowjob from a chick with hot legs."

Bruce stood up. I thought he was about to walk out of the break room defeated, but he turned to the other guys and said, "Guard the door to the men's room. I don't want nobody coming in, you got that?"

"How we gonna know it really went down in there?" someone asked.

"Oh, you'll know," I said with a smile.

I followed him into the men's room, and once we were both inside he leaned up against the back of the door. He looked nervous and uncertain, and I felt a sense of power I'd never felt when in this situation before.

"Just tell me how you like it," I said after getting down on my knees in front of him. "I'll do it anyway you want."

His cock wasn't that big. When I undid his belt and pulled down his khaki shorts it was very hard, but definitely the smallest cock I had knelt in front of so far. Yet, it was still bigger than mine. I started stroking it with my hand.

"Did my legs make you hard like this?" I asked quietly so no one on the other side of the door could hear.

I didn't expect him to answer, and he didn't. He closed his eyes and moaned, so I leaned forward and ran my tongue around the head of his cock. I slowly sucked on the tip of it, then took the whole head of his swollen cock into my mouth and sucked back and forth on just that while licking the tip inside of my mouth.

He very quietly moaned the words, "Oh, that is so good." Then, so the guys listening at the door could hear, he loudly said, "Yeah, suck that cock, faggot. Suck it good."

I kept stroking it slowly with my hand as I worked on the head, and then started sliding more and more of it into my mouth. Trying to get a feel for what he liked, and what would get him off, I positioned myself so I could take the whole cock in my mouth and then worked it back and forth quickly.

"Yeah, faggot, gag on that big cock!"

It was a strange thing, knowing he was putting on a show for the other guys. I didn't mind. It was amusing and hot at the same time.

My mouth went back up to the head, where I tightened my suction on it and started sucking it like it was a nipple. I jerked him slowly and then picked up the pace. Soon, I could feel he was about to cum.

I let his cock slip out of my mouth and told him, "Let's make sure they know you won the bet," I said with a laugh and jerked his cock a couple times until he came on my face.

"Oh you cock sucking bitch! Fuck yeah!"

I moved his cock around as he continued to spurt, letting each ejaculation hit a different part of my face. Then I rubbed the head of his cock all over, smearing cum all around and making my face look like a glazed donut.

Bruce pulled up his pants after catching his breath and got himself together, checking himself more than once in the mirror and splashing cold water on his face.

"You ready?" I asked. I could see him looking at my face and chuckling.

"Ain't you gonna clean yourself up?"

"They wanted proof, right? You think it's too much?"

When we walked out of the bathroom, everyone started applauding and laughing. Bruce went over and high-fived a couple of the guys and then said, "Okay, you losers. Time to pay up."

I stood there, watching money change hands and listening as some guys said, "I'll get you tomorrow, man. I've got to hit an ATM on the way home."

I stood there, my face covered with smeared cum, wearing black short shorts, watching the guys laughing and passing money back and forth and said to myself, "This is who I am."



Kasey's Legs Ch. 05



I ended up feeling good after my big day of showing up for work in short shorts. I didn't really know what to expect when I left for work that morning, but I just didn't want to hide any longer.

Guys had teased me and made jokes about me, but after I caught them wagering on whether or not I was a cocksucker I blew the biggest jerk working in the warehouse. Sure, this made some of the comments racier and more humbling but what could I say? I was a cocksucker and I didn't care who knew it.

I got out of work at four o'clock and my girlfriend Darcy worked until five. I stopped at the tanning salon to make sure I kept up my tan. I went home and took a shower, put on a pink miniskirt, my strappy black heels and one of my stretchy black girlie tops. Then I set out to make dinner, hoping I could get it made and on the table before Darcy came home.

I wasn't sure how she would react to my news that I had sucked cock at work without her being there or giving her permission. I didn't want her to be upset with me, and even though I was fairly sure she would approve, I really needed her to be happy about it. 

Darcy came home later than usual, and needed me to help her with bringing some bags in from her car. She had gone shopping, and most of what she bought were clothes for me, for Kasey. There were tons of panties, mostly thongs and French lace-cut, short skirts, girlie tops, bras, and what was soon to become my favorite thing, lace-top ankle socks.

"Wow, you bought all this for me?"

"Well, I used your credit card, but you needed a bigger wardrobe."

"No shoes?" I asked as I went through the bags giggling.

"I wasn't sure of your size, the last pair I bought looked kind of loose. We'll go together some other time."

I told her about the dinner I had prepared. She seemed somewhat surprised, but very pleased. After we sat down to eat, I kept looking for an opening to bring up the details about my day at work. Darcy was going on about how she was looking forward to seeing me trying on some of the new clothes she bought, and then she started talking about her own sex life.

"Honey, it feels so good for me to be able to actually get laid in my own place again. It was really getting to be annoying, always running around behind your back, and always going to their place or a motel. It feels good that we can have things out in the open."

"Speaking of which..."

"Yes?"

"Well, I got up this morning and I decided, you know, with it being a really hot day and everything, that I'd wear shorts to work. I ended up wearing the short black ones because I figured they wouldn't really give me away—"

Darcy stopped me, laughing, "Honey, you wore shorts like that to work? You silly girl, no guy walks around in shorts like that! And with those legs of yours in those shorts, whatever they used to think of you before... well, they certainly know you're not a man now."

I choked up, and almost started to cry as I told her, "They were sitting around in the break room betting on who was going to get me to suck their cock first."

Darcy surprised me by getting up and hugging me. "These things are going to happen. You're just starting to discover who you really are. You're going to get teased a lot and not everyone is going to be accepting."

With Darcy holding on to me tightly, I let go and cried openly. Through tears, with my voice getting high pitched and wavering, I told her, "That asshole Bruce was talking shit about me in the break room. All the other guys were joining in and laughing at me. And then Steve, who I thought was my friend, got in on it."

"Aww, did Steve defend your honor?"

I was blubbering now. "At first... but then... Bruce was betting he could get me to suck his cock... and, then... Steve said he could get me to suck his first..."

Darcy patted me on the back and stopped hugging me. "Did you tell them all they had to do was ask?"

Sobbing uncontrollably, I dropped down on my knees and wrapped my arms around her legs tightly. "I can't do this anymore. I need to stop. I was so mad at Steve for not defending me that I took Bruce into the men's room and sucked his cock so he could win the bet. I hate Bruce. He's a total jerk. Why? Why did I blow him?"

"Oh Kasey, come on now, what kind of question is that?" Darcy put her fingers under my chin and lifted my head so I was looking up at her. "You are a cocksucker. You love to suck cock."

I continued crying as I confessed, "When I heard them all talking about me and making those bets... I kept having these fantasies in my mind..."

"Yes?" Darcy asked after I paused for more than a minute.

"I imagined... I fantasized... I wanted to be on my knees in that break room sucking all their cocks!"

"Honey, I know that's what you really wished could have happened, but you would have lost your job. What I want you to do is keep wearing your shorts to work, keep doing your job, but make sure everyone knows you are wearing them because you want them to look at your legs. Find some place safe and quiet where no one will disturb you and if someone wants their cock sucked, take them there and show them what a good cocksucker you are."

I nodded, trying very hard to control my tears.

"And, honey?"

"Yes?"

"Make sure no one has to ask you twice. Let them know when you can break away from your work and meet them at your special place. If they want to brag about it, let them, but you keep it a secret. If they find out you are willing, available and discreet, they'll be more likely to take advantage of the situation."

Before I sucked cock for the first time, there was a loud voice in my head telling me not to do it, to resist my desires and fantasies. It kept telling me it was too crazy, too dangerous, and that it wasn't who I was. That voice was getting quieter and quieter, drowned out by the louder voices that told me "Go for it!" and "Sucking cock is awesome!" and "Your ass needs a good fuck!"

Darcy helped me get back on my feet and steady myself in my heels. She got me some tissues to wipe away my tears.

"You must have realized the first time you shaved your legs that you wanted to show them off. I mean, they are too hot to keep hidden away. You tried on skirts and high heels and you loved it. You wanted men to see you and see your legs."

"It was all I could think about," I confessed. "I kept trying to come up with excuses to show off my legs that would seem... acceptable."

"And you always knew one day you would end up on your knees, didn't you?"

"I...I... never realized how much I wanted it until it happened."

Three days passed. I continued wearing shorts to work, keeping it as much as possible within the realm of good taste. The guys would make comments, but Bruce backed off completely and kept his distance from me. The most common comments would be along the lines of "Here come the legs" when I was walking across the warehouse floor.

Thursday afternoon I was called up to the boss' office. Mr. Jones usually only came down to the warehouse, or asked to see someone, if there was a problem. After finally starting to relax with the whole idea of showing off my girl legs at work, I got very nervous. I found myself wishing I had a pair of pants to change into for the meeting, but I'd never bothered to think about keeping a pair of pants in the car.

I had to cut through the office to get to Mr. Jones' office. It was a small office with only a couple people working there. We had a receptionist and a couple other people who mostly seemed to sit around doing nothing other than surf the web and take extended lunch breaks.

The only person in the office when I came through was the receptionist, an older woman named Judy who doubled as Mr. Jones' secretary. She looked my legs up and down and gave me a disdainful look before saying, "He's waiting for you, go on in."

Mr. Jones, as always, was wearing a very out of date suit with a ridiculous necktie. We always made jokes about his fashion sense in the warehouse. We supposed he had been wearing the same suits since the 1970s and that all his neckties were birthday and Christmas gifts gone wrong. The one he was currently wearing, for example, depicted a silhouette of a man wearing a straw hat reclining in a small boat with "Zzzzz..." coming out of a speech bubble. Above this cartoon, which repeated in a pattern on the tie, was the words "I'd Rather Be Fishing."

"Have a seat," he said without looking up from the pile of paperwork on his desk in front of him.

I sat down on the chair across from him and once I did, he looked up for a moment and said, "Cross your legs," and then looked down again at his papers.

I was a little freaked out, but I did as he requested and sat with my legs crossed while he flipped through papers and wrote something on a pad of paper. He was a short man, probably in his 50s and severely balding. He tended to sweat a lot and was obsessed with keeping several strands of hair combed in place across the top of his head.

"Do you know why I wanted to see you?" he asked, not looking up.

"No, sir, is there is problem with the inventory or one of my reports?"

He started tapping in numbers on his old-school adding machine and while it was spitting up tape he said, "Your work has been acceptable."

"Well, that's good, I guess."

"You're not in trouble." He was still punching numbers into his adding machine, making tape spit out of it wildly, and moving papers around on his desk. He was looking up at me for seconds at a time, continuing to look like his usual grumpy, annoyed self. 

"Honestly, sir, I have no idea why I'm here. I was worried there was a problem with my work, but if that's not it, I'm confused."

"Just sit there and be quiet," he muttered, sounding quite annoyed. Then he said, "Uncross your legs and cross them the other way."

"Okay?" I was getting the impression he wanted to look at my legs, and liked seeing them crossed, but he was barely looking at me, or my legs, at all. I slowly uncrossed my legs, and then slowly crossed them the other way.

A few minutes passed in relative silence. He continued going through papers, taking things out of one drawer and putting them into another, and occasionally tapping on his adding machine. He would very infrequently look up at me, just for an instant, before looking down again.

"Pour me a cup of coffee, Kasey," he said from out of the blue. It sounded more like a stray thought that spilled out of him rather than an order.

The whole "meeting" was very strange. I slowly got up and started to go out to the office where they had their own coffee area so they didn't need to mingle with warehouse staff.

"No, no, I have my own coffee," he said and pointed towards a small automatic coffee maker on a shelf by the window. It was empty, filthy, and wasn't even plugged in.

"Are you talking about this?" I asked him.

"Yes, that's my coffeemaker. Pour me a cup."

"I'll have to wash it out and make some first. I could just go out to the pot out in the office—"

He threw down the pencil he'd been writing with and pounded the desk. "Just fucking pretend there is coffee in the pot you fucking idiot!"

There was an empty coffee cup in the corner of Mr. Jones' desk, so I walked over to it and looked at him as I picked it up, hoping it was the one he wanted his pretend coffee in. Then I walked over to the unplugged and empty coffee pot and pretended to fill the cup.

When I turned around, Mr. Jones was staring right at me, or at least at where my ass had been when I poured the cup of no coffee. He licked his lips, and said, "Bring it over to me."

I looked for a clear spot on the desk and started to put it down when he slammed his fist down on the desk again. "I can't reach it way the fuck over there! Why don't you just hand it to me?"

I stepped very tentatively towards him. He turned in his chair to face me. I half expected him to have his pants around his ankles but he was fully dressed. After I handed him the coffee cup, he held it in his left hand like it was full, took a fake sip from it before reaching out and lightly caressed the top of my thigh with the back of his right index finger.

I stood there, feeling nervous and very strange, and let him do what he was doing. I looked down at his desk and the papers he'd been shuffling. There were several sheets of paper that had "Kasey" written at the top. Below that were two columns of numbers with subheadings that read things like "Thighs" and "Knees" and "Crossed" and "Uncrossed."

Mr. Jones noticed me looking at his papers. I had intended to be subtle but when I saw my name and the subheadings, along with numbers I couldn't make any sense of, I kept staring at them in total bewilderment. I wondered to myself, "What the fuck is going on here?"

Mr. Jones quickly snatched up the papers and shoved them into one of his desk drawers. "Turn around, but stay right there," he told me angrily.

I turned around so my ass was basically in his face, figuring that was what he wanted. I stood in silence as he reached around me, unbuttoned the button on my short shorts and zipped down the fly. I winced as he took hold of the belt loops on my shorts and slowly started pulling my shorts down.

I felt my pink thong panties starting to get pulled down with the shorts, so I held onto them and made sure they stayed on while Mr. Jones slowly shimmied my shorts down my legs and to my ankles. I could feel his hot breath on my now bare ass cheeks before he reached up and started gently squeezing and caressing them.

He was breathing heavily and I wasn't sure what to do or even what the hell he wanted, so I asked, "Is there anything I can... do for you, sir?"

"Just shut the fuck up and do what I tell you to do."

"Yes, sir," I said quietly.

"This is an ass that gets fucked," he muttered before telling me, "Stand up on your toes."

I stood up on my toes as he asked, wondering if he was telling me he was going to fuck me. He'd made the statement in such a matter of fact way I just couldn't tell.

"This ass loves to get fucked. I can tell. I like a freshly fucked ass like this one. This one isn't freshly fucked."

He slapped my right ass cheek and laughed, very briefly, like a mad clown. "Pull up your shorts and get back to work."

I pulled up my shorts, then looked at him for any sign that this had been some kind of weird joke. He was quietly staring down at papers on his desk, moving them about with a very serious look on his face. 

Once I had pulled myself together, I quietly left his office and went back to work. On my way out, Judy looked at me very strangely and watched me walk through the otherwise unoccupied office area, keeping her eyes on me until I went through the door to the warehouse.

"Someone's gonna get a raise," said one of my co-workers who was standing with two other guys.

Another one laughed and said, "Well, sometimes you need to give a lot of head if you want to get ahead."

The three of them started laughing hard and I looked over at them. They looked back while very obviously moving their tongues around in their cheeks and moving their closed fists back and forth in front of their mouths to simulate a blowjob.

I walked faster, trying to get back to my desk as quickly as possible. I looked for Steve, who had always been supportive whenever I was having a bad day. He hadn't talked to me since the day I had sucked Bruce's cock in the men's room. I'd cost him $200, so I couldn't blame him for giving me the cold shoulder.

Yet, as far as I was concerned, he stopped defending my honor so he could jump in and claim he could get me to go down on him first. The way I figured, we were about equal.

I stopped at the gas station on the way home to buy some beer. I felt like I needed a few after the weird day I had. In the past I never would have done this while wearing girls' short shorts but things had changed. I went to the beer cooler, grabbed a six-pack and walked up to pay for it.

Steve had just walked into the store just as I was leaving. He looked at me, turned his head in the other direction and walked to the back of the store.

I went outside and put my beer in the car. I got behind the wheel and waited. Maybe Steve was uncomfortable talking to me at work, given that we were sort of friends and talked a lot before my big reveal. I thought at least he could give me an opportunity to explain now, on neutral turf.

His car was parked next to mine. When he came out, he looked to be in a hurry after seeing I was still there. He was rushing to get into his car when I called out to him.

"Steve! Can I please talk to you for a second?"

He sighed, threw whatever he had bought into the car and walked over to me. "What do you want?"

"I'm sorry if I pissed you off or whatever. I know you lost the bet to Bruce because—"

"Kasey, I don't give a shit about that stupid bet. I don't give a fuck that you're a cocksucking whore. Do whatever you want. I just feel like you were throwing it in my face and I thought we were friends."

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean for it to look like that. I just figured, fuck it, if Bruce wants to go—"

"I put two bills down. You think I wasn't ready to go?"

"I figured you were calling his bluff."

"I didn't put money down on whether or not he could get you to suck his dick. I put the money down saying I could get you to blow me first."

"I really am sorry, Steve. I don't know what else to say."

"Is your girlfriend home?"

"She doesn't get home for a couple hours. Why?"

"I thought maybe we could have a couple of beers at your place."

Steve followed me back to the apartment and we were in the middle of our first beer, talking very casually when I asked if he'd like to see how I looked "all dressed up." He shrugged and said, "why not," so I went and changed into a pair of heels and my shortest miniskirt. I put on the rubber form breasts, a black bra, and a tight black top. I put on the black movie star wig and did my makeup the best I could without taking too much time.

When I came out, I could tell from the empties that Steve was on his fourth beer.

I stood in front of him, trying to be sexy as I moved around. "So, what do you think? How do I look?"

"Damn, your legs look incredible in those heels, and if I didn't know better I'd swear those tits were real."

I knelt down in front of him and smiled. "All I have to do is put on a pair of pants and I stop being like this. I go back to being a regular everyday straight guy. Once I get dressed up, or even if I put on a pair of girl shorts, I become Kasey Cocksucker."

He nodded, looking nervous.

"Do you want me to go and take all this off and put on a pair of jeans?"

"No. I mean, please don't. I like you like this. I like it a lot."

"Good," I smiled. I started opening his pants and reached in to grab his cock. It was nice and hard and put Bruce's cock to shame. "I haven't sucked cock since Monday and I need it bad."

I pulled his pants and underwear down to his knees and took his cock in my hand. It was about eight inches long and wonderfully thick. I leaned down and ran my tongue around the edge of the head of his cock and watched as he closed his eyes and slid back in his chair. I imagined my tongue as a python, my tongue flickering and teasing until he let out a soft moan.

"You have a beautiful cock," I said before taking the full head into my mouth. I sucked back and forth on the head before releasing it and then stroking it with my hand as I looked up at him. "I love sucking cock."

"Don't stop..."

I kissed and licked around the head again and slipped it back into my mouth. I sucked on the head a bit longer this time before stopping and slowly stroking it again.

"I want you to do me a big favor," I said with a grin.

"What's that?"

I licked at the pre-cum fluid dripping out of his cock and then went full down on him, engulfing the whole of his hard cock in my mouth. I sucked back and forth on it about twenty times and then let it slip out of my mouth again.




Kasey's Legs Ch. 05



"I want you to get back the money you lost in that bet."

I smiled and went back down on his cock, very slowly letting my lips slide over the tip, down over the head and then back off again. I spit in my hand and stroked his cock to get it nice and wet while he moaned and asked how he was going to do that.

I spit directly on his cock and stroked it some more, then I went back down, moving very slowly over the head and then quickly sliding it all the way into my mouth until it hit the back of my throat. I sucked up and down slowly at first, then moving slightly faster and faster until his legs started to twitch and his moaning got louder.

I let it slide out of my mouth again but kept stroking it fast with my hand. "I want you to bet them you can convince me to let you film me going down on two guys at once and then show it to them all."

"Oh... damn..."

I went back down on him again, sucking him fast and deep and then kissing and licking the tip with wild abandon. "I'll have a third cock in my ass," I added, "but don't tell them that ahead of time."

I went back down, this time determined to get him off. His cock was so beautifully hard I didn't want to stop being able to play with it, but Steve needed his release. I watched his responses and sucked him deep and fast, moving my tongue along the underside as I kept moving up and down with my mouth tightly wrapped around his thick shaft.

"Fuck!" he yelled out suddenly and jerked forward. I pulled it out quickly and pointed it downward so his cum shot directly onto my thigh.

The first shot was a gorgeous big, thick rope, and the aftershocks came out in juicy little spurts. Once I was satisfied he was drained, I raised myself up from my knees enough to get into a unbalanced crouch. Then I leaned until I deliberately fell on my side, raised my leg towards my face and licked as much of his semen off my thigh as I could.

"Damn," he said when he regained his composure. "That was something else."

"I don't ever want to go three days without cock ever again."



Kasey's Legs Ch. 06



It was no more than fifteen minutes after I finished giving Steve head that Darcy came home. She looked happy to see me dressed and sent me to get her things out of the car. When I got back I told her about my time with Steve, including the plan to make a movie so Steve could get his money back from Bruce.

"If you just want to make a movie, just make a movie. What the hell is with all this cloak and dagger shit?"

"I want to help him get his money back."

"Okay, this is what I want. You are going to be fully dressed, in all your sexy clothes and high heels. But, I only want you wearing a little makeup, and no wig. I'll curl your hair and put waves in it."

"I love that wig, it makes me look like a Hollywood actress! And I was hoping Chrissy could do my makeup again like when we went out to the bar."

Darcy reached down under my miniskirt and pulled my dick out of my panties. She stroked it as she whispered in my ear, "I want people to recognize you in your big movie. I want people to say your real name every once and a while, like they are letting it slip accidently. I want anyone who watches to know, just from looking at you, that it is you in this movie, loving the fact that you are getting three cocks at once. I want it to be so obvious that no one even considers the possibility it isn't you."

My jaw dropped.

"Honey, you don't have any family to speak of and you barely have any friends. People don't like Keith, but they love Kasey. Keith is a loser with a capital K. Kasey is popular! So why not be Kasey all the time?"

She kept stroking my dick. "You'll be Kasey the amateur porn star. Just picture all those horny guys watching you with your sexy legs up in the air, the camera goes in for a close-up of a big, thick cock going into your ass. The camera pulls back to show two men on either side of you with their rock hard cocks slapping you in the face. You take one in your mouth, turn your head to take the other, and then you try to take them both in your mouth at the same time..."

My body started convulsing as my cock exploded, shooting cum all over my bare thigh. I exhaled, smiled and looked down at my load. Darcy put her fingers in it and then put them in my mouth. I happily licked her fingers clean. She repeated the process until she'd fed me as much as she could pick up with her fingers.

The next day was Friday, and I went to work in the morning wearing my short shorts as usual. I decided to start wearing mascara and eye-liner, figuring it was something a lot of guys did so why not. I wore all my earrings and blow-dried and sprayed my hair so it had some bounce to it instead of hanging flat and straight like it usually did.

When I got to work nothing seemed any different. Steve still gave me the cold shoulder, but I figured that would only help with his new wager. My legs shook with anticipation as I sat at my desk, listening carefully for any talk about Steve's wager. Finally, I heard one of the guys I worked with talking with Steve off in the corner.

"Seriously, man? No fucking way. How you gonna pull that off?" he barked loudly. "How are we gonna know you got him to let you film him? You probably found some porno of him on the internet. Wouldn't surprise me."

"I'll make sure you know I made it."

Later, as I was off to have my lunch in the break room, I could hear the conversation going full swing. It was like a repeat of when they were betting on whether or not Bruce could get me to suck his cock, but this time I was secretly in on the bet.

Just before the day ended, Steve walked past me and gave a thumb's up sign. I smiled and nodded, shut down my computer for the weekend, and got ready to go home. Darcy was going to help me get ready for my return trip to the club where all the men hit on me two weeks earlier. It wasn't "drag night" but I didn't care. They were friendly towards girls like me and I had a movie to make.

The first time I had been to the club I loved the looks and the attention I got from men, but I was very nervous and uncertain of their advances and propositions. This time I felt more like a real girl, something about sucking cock and getting fucked in a skirt and heels will do that to you, and I imagined I was experiencing what women experienced when surrounded by drunken men in a club.

It felt good to be sure of myself. I was flirting openly with men and handing out my phone number like Halloween candy. If there was one thing I'd become sure of, I didn't want to have to go without cock for three days again. It had been too long between sucking Bruce off in the men's room at work to going down on Steve in my living room.

Darcy was telling men what we wanted to do, making a movie of me taking on three men. Plenty of men were interested, with the caveat being that they could hide their identities. Darcy brought two men over to me that she talked to. I had already met them, but I didn't bring up the movie.

"Will and Bob here had an idea about hiding the identities of the men in the movie," Darcy told me. "The men will wear different Halloween masks, like those big rubber masks that go over the whole head. I think it would be pretty freaky."

Men bought me shots and beers, and I was drinking hand over fist. "That's cool with me," I said. "I don't need to see their faces."

By the time we left the club, I was fall down drunk and the three men for the movie had turned into five men and then seven. Darcy, who stayed sober and kept me from making too big of a fool of myself, told me we were leaving after she made a trip to the bathroom.

When she came out, she couldn't find me. When she finally did, I was in the parking lot between two parked cars sucking cock.

After I finished, and swallowed my new friend's load, Darcy helped me get on my feet. I'd taken my heels off because I was too drunk to walk in them. She'd found them in the club after I left them sitting on the bar.

"You are really turning into a slut," she said, not sounding happy. "Get in the car. We're going home."

"I love sucking cock," I said gleefully, putting my bare feet up on the dash and then compulsively kissing my knee. "I have such hot fucking legs," I said and continued making out with my knee.

"You need to pull yourself together or I am going to cancel your movie night."

"What's the matter, baby? You said you wanted me getting lotsa cock!"

Darcy sighed. She didn't like seeing me drunk. She also didn't like seeing me enjoying what I was doing as much as I did. She liked it when I whined and cried and complained about not wanting to turn into a slut. 

"You are making a movie Sunday afternoon. Tomorrow you are staying home and, I don't know, doing your nails or something. I want you sober, rested, and completely aware of what's going on when those men come over."

I woke up the next morning hung over. As I remembered the night out at the club, I started to panic. Did I really go from making a movie with three men to inviting seven to take me while Steve filmed the whole show? Had I really given out my number to two dozen men? Did I really finish my night by blowing a guy I just met in the parking lot?

Darcy was making breakfast when I finally dragged myself out of bed. I took off my teddy and put on a t-shirt and pajama pants. I wanted to not be Kasey for a little while.

"Aren't we being all modest this morning," she said, looking pleased. I was glad she no longer seemed disgusted with me, the way she had at the end of our night at the club.

"I'm really sorry," I said as I sat down and she put a plate of bacon and eggs in front of me. "I drank way too much and lost control."

"I'll say. How's your head?"

"My head is pounding."

"How much do you remember?"

"I think I remember more than I want to remember," I said, laughing uneasily. "Did I really invite seven guys to be in my movie?"

"Oh yeah," Darcy said before sitting down. "You were rather insistent."

"Maybe we could, Idon't know, let them know I was drunk and being stupid and get it back to three men?"

Darcy laughed. "Oh, I think you made your bed and now you have to lie in it."

My head was exploding. I got up, poured and drank three glasses of water, washed down a handful of aspirin and sat back down.

Darcy reached across the table and put her hand on mine. "Just think about it. When Keith went out to a club, he'd be trying to talk to women and they would usually ignore him. I remember when you first used to chase after me and I'd think to myself, what a dork. When we became friends I always thought it was so pathetic that you couldn't keep a girlfriend for more than a week or two. Kasey, on the other hand, has no trouble picking up men and while Keith leaves women frustrated with his little dick that he can't keep hard, Kasey has no trouble at all making men happy."

"I want to be Kasey."

"I know you do, and that's why I'm helping you become her," Darcy said, gently rubbing my hand with hers. "Kasey is who you really are and why you were so miserable until you let her come out and play."

"I don't want you to leave me," I said with tears in my eyes.

"Well, Kasey, basically what we are is roommates now. We don't sleep together, we have sex with other people rather than each other, and while I know you love me, I've never loved you. I said it sometimes to make you feel better, but I've always thought of you as this amusingly pathetic wimp. Even when you could get a girlfriend she'd always dump you and the few friends you had blew you off all the time. The only sports you watched was women's tennis and you wouldn't go to typical guy movies, always some period drama or love story shit. I mean, come on, are you telling me Keith wasn't a loser?"

I looked down at the floor and tried to act like it didn't bother me, that I was strong and didn't care what she thought of me. Then I felt my eyes filling with tears and I finally just started sobbing.

"Poor baby," she muttered disdainfully. "The first time I saw you dressed up in your girl clothes, all proud of your sexy legs, all I could think of was seeing you on your knees sucking cock. Maybe some guys crossdress for fun or because it makes them feel good, but you liked to dress all sexy in short skirts and high heels and you wanted men to notice. The thought of being able to get you past your reluctance to suck cock got me so hot that I decided to sleep with you that first time. And then, there I was, all hot and bothered and you come out with that pathetic little penis and you can't even keep it hard?"

I wanted to get up and yell "screw you, bitch" and storm out of the room. I wanted to start packing and move out and away from her. Instead, all I could do was sit and cry pathetically while she teased and taunted me with the truth.

"Well," she said, "with all that said, everyone deserves to be happy, even you. Tomorrow, when the camera starts rolling and you are lying there with big hard cocks surrounding you, taking turns fucking your mouth and your ass, I think you are going to fight it at first. Then you are going to realize you are in your own sick little version of heaven. And I gave it to you. No other woman would do that for you."

I spent the rest of the day recovering from my hangover and trying, but usually failing, to keep myself from having crying fits. I took a bubble bath to relax, and was about to start shaving to make sure I stayed smooth when I felt my legs and the rest of my body and couldn't feel any stubble at all. Usually after one day I would have light stubble all over that needed to be smoothed out, but today there wasn't any.

"Well, that's a nice development," I said to myself, smiling for the first time that day.

The next morning I took a shower and once again, there was no stubble anywhere. Usually I at least had some in my crotch area, but that stayed perfectly smooth as well.

I worked on getting dressed. Steve was coming over at one o'clock and the rest of the guys were arriving around two. Darcy helped me get ready, being very stern in her insistence that I needed to dress in a way that looked sexy, but leant itself to being taken off and on quickly for easy access.

She had me wear one of the oldest pairs of high heels I had, a pair of clear platforms that were completely open with a clear band across the top that held them on. They slipped on and off very easily, which is what she said she wanted for the movie. I wore a tight Lycra miniskirt that stretched very easily and could be pulled up over my hips with ease. I wore pink thong panties, which could either be pulled off or just pulled to the side for access to my ass. I wanted to wear my magical rubber boobs, but Darcy insisted I just wear a pink t-shirt with one of the "training bras" she bought me, saying the breasts Chrissy loaned me were expensive and would get ruined.

And, of course, I had to wear just enough makeup to make me look girlie while still allowing anyone who watched the film to have no doubt it was me in the starring role. She had me wash my hair, then blow dried it after putting a generous amount of mousse in it and then spraying and teasing it, which resulted in having high hair like some girl from the 80s.

Steve arrived on schedule. I had expected his video camera to be one of the cheap models you can buy at WalMart, but it looked like a professional camera with a hard case and tripod. He'd also brought a bunch of what looked like couch cushions, which he tossed on the floor in the living room.

He set up the camera on the tripod in the living room and once he seemed satisfied, he asked me for a beer.

"I sometimes do wedding videos and shit like that," he told me when I handed him the beer. "Not professionally or anything, but when you suggested this movie thing it all seemed to click."

"Well, it is a lot more than I thought you'd bring," I admitted.

"I heard there are going to be a lot more guys than the three we talked about," he said after taking a swig of the beer. 

I blushed. "I got a little drunk Friday night out at the club and ended up inviting... seven guys."

"Fuck," he said with a grin. "This is going to be even better."

Darcy brought a stack of poster board paper out of her bedroom. They were big pieces of stiff paper that had words written on them in black marker. "Cue cards," she told me. "I want the first part to be scripted like a real porno. Then, I figure, you won't be able to focus on cue cards anyway."

Steve and Darcy both laughed.

"Why don't we practice first," Steve said. "Sit on the couch and I'll pretend to film while you read the cue cards."

I did as he asked, wishing instead he would pull out his cock and let me suck on it, a thought I couldn't get out of my head even as I knew I had plenty of company en route. Steve got behind the camera and acted like he was filming as Darcy held the cue cards, flipping them down as I finished one so I could continue with the next one.

"My name is Kasey. This is my very first porn movie ever so I'm kind of nervous. My friend Steve convinced me to do it. I hope I do okay and don't mess up. I love to dress up like a girl and I love to wear short skirts and heels. I think it makes my legs look so sexy. Men are always complimenting me on my legs and I love the attention. I love to suck cock and take it up the ass. I really, really do. It is all I ever think about. Today I am going to get gangbanged by seven men. It is my first time for that too, and I am really excited about it."

The doorbell rang. I sat upright and felt my heart racing.

"They're here," I gasped. I started to panic. "I don't think I can do this."

"You'll be fine, relax," Darcy said from behind the cue cards I had stopped reading.

While Darcy went to answer the door, I asked Steve if he was going to wait until everyone arrived before shooting for real.

"I was already filming," he admitted. "I just figured you'd be more natural if you didn't think the camera was rolling. You did great."

Darcy came back with two men, she told them to sit on either side of me on the couch and told them "Just do whatever comes natural."

"Are we starting now or should we wait for the other guys?" I asked, excited but nervous.

"We can start now," Steve said, "the others can just join in when they get here."

"Early bird gets the worm, eh?" One of the guys said. They stopped just behind the camera and pulled rubber Halloween masks over their faces. The guy who made the early bird joke was a werewolf and his buddy was a devil.

They sat down on either side of me and the werewolf put his hand on my thigh and said, "Trick or treat."

I froze, my eyes darting back and forth between the werewolf, the devil, and the camera filming us. I looked over at Darcy, who was grinning and holding a cue card that said, in big bold letters, "Get on your knees!"

I started to buck, my feelings of panic reaching the point where I didn't think I could go on. Then something hit me, like a wave washing over me. My body tingled, I could see goose bumps breaking out on my legs, and I couldn't stop giggling.

"Did you put..."

I was about to accuse Darcy of putting something in the water I was drinking before we started filming, but then I couldn't concentrate enough to remember what I was going to say. I stood up, giggling incessantly at how I was struggling to stand in my heels, and said to my guests, "My name is Kasey Cocksucker. How may I help you today?"

Werewolf and Devil kicked off their shoes and pulled off their pants, throwing them off to the side. As I went down on my knees in front of them, I saw Steve moving the camera so he could better capture the action. I hadn't even heard the doorbell or realized I had more guests, but just before I started going down on Werewolf I saw three men standing off to my left. One wore a clown mask, and the other two were a pig and Frankenstein's monster. Other than the masks, the clown and Frankenstein were completely naked and sporting juicy big hard cocks. The pig was wearing basketball shorts.

I giggled, my body tingling in a weirdly exciting way, and winked at them like I imagined a girl would.

The werewolf and the devil stood up and four men surrounded me in a circle, their gorgeous rock hard cocks all standing at attention for me. In turn I kissed each of them, putting my hand around them and feeling their power, and said, "You all have such beautiful cocks."

I went around the circle, guiding each cock into my mouth slowly until I felt them hit the back of my throat and then slowly slid them out again. I'd go around the circle, one at a time, repeating the same slow tasting of my horny men. Once I had fully tasted all four delicious cocks, I tried to decide which one I wanted to suck off first.

I looked over at Pigman, who just stood and stared, wearing his basketball shorts. "Are you shy?" I asked and got no response.

"What about me?" I heard a man's voice ask. I looked up to see a Dracula mask and then looked around at my circle of men.

"One... two... three..." I counted out loud, pointing my finger at each cock and worked my way around. In a very giggly, girlish voice I said, "How many are there? I can't count so high!"

Two men grabbed my arms from either side and lifted me to my feet. My heels slipped off as they dragged me over to the pile of sofa cushions Steve brought. Their hands felt good touching me. No one's touch had ever felt so good. I was tingling and feeling silly and couldn't stop.

The masked men surrounded me and Steve was holding the video camera now. Darcy watched, a big smile on her face, and I shouted to her, "You were right, my love! I feel like I am in heaven!"

Steve brought the camera in for a close-up of my face. I blew a kiss at the camera while my senses exploded with ecstasy at the sensation of having at least a dozen hands groping my body. "I've wanted, and needed, this for so long and I just want to say Merry Christmas," I told the camera.




Kasey's Legs Ch. 06



It was July.

My men put me on my back. I squirmed around giggling while saying, "Look, I'm a turtle! Help me, help me, I can't get up!"

Hands pulled my skirt up over my hips and another pair yanked my thong panties down and off. I felt the head of a hard cock press against my ass. It felt cold from the lubricant it was covered in but got warm very quickly as it pushed past my anus and began to fill my ass. I stopped giggling and moaned loudly, my head tilting back, my back arching, and my legs shaking.

I looked up at the hard cocks hovering over me and reached up to them. I took one in either hand and stroked them while purring. Frankenstein stood over me, looking down at me, then crouched down with his knees on either side of my head. He pushed his cock down towards my mouth. I opened wide and raised my head up to meet it.

I sucked on the head of Frankenstein's cock, but then lost my hold on it as the cock in my ass started fucking me harder. I gasped as it was pulled out quickly and another took its place. I giggled again as I realized I could tell it was a different cock because of the way it felt. I could feel the shape of the head, the length and girth, and it seemed like I could feel every vein of the shaft throbbing as the second cock slowly worked its way into me.

Frankenstein pushed his cock down into my mouth again, catching me in the middle of a moan and rendering me silent. 

"Suck it, bitch," he demanded loudly, so I tried my best to comply and not get too distracted by the cock in my ass.

I could only get the head and less than an inch of Frankenstein's shaft in my mouth, given the position I was in. He pulled it out after a minute or two. I exhaled, gasping and moaning loudly. The cock in my ass slammed me hard and fast.

I now barely noticed the camera, or Steve moving around with it, shooting the action from different angles. I had trouble seeing straight and when I squinted I could see the guy fucking me was wearing a Darth Vader mask and helmet. I moaned loudly and writhed around in ecstasy, then noticed my own dick was completely soft and looked a lot smaller than usual, which with my meager genitals was not easy to manage.

Werewolf and Clownman grabbed hold of my ankles and pulled my legs back alongside my head. As they did so I felt the angle and the depth of Darth Vader's cock change dramatically. I screamed and moaned louder and louder. I started beating my hands on the cushions and then making such tight fists that my long, painted fingernails dug into the palms of my hands.

Two men grabbed my wrists on either side and held them down against the floor. The room started spinning and all I could hear was the sound of my own moans.

I felt Darth Vader's cock tense up inside my ass, he stopped pumping me and I felt a man cum inside me for the first time. It filled me up, all warm and wet and wonderful like liquid happiness.

The men sounded like they were talking in an alien language. I couldn't understand anything anyone said. 

Darth Vader pulled out and another cock immediately took his place.

Everything became a blur. I could only hear my own moans, mixed with the grunts of the men who were taking me, until I heard music with a deep, pumping bass line and the same words repeating over and over "Fuck me. Go ahead. Fuck me."

I couldn't tell if the music was real or just in my head. The words kept repeating and I wasn't sure if really was a the song or if the words were just in my head. 

Cock after cock would fuck me, slamming me so hard I could feel each man's balls banging against my ass. Someone would cum inside me and someone would pull out before ejaculating. The hands holding my ankles and pulling my legs back alternated, as did the hands holding down my wrists. Everyone got a turn.

My legs went numb, my ass throbbed with a combination of pain and joy, and the music kept thumping away. "Fuck me. Go ahead. Fuck me."

When the last cock entered me, I could see through my fog that it was the man with the pig mask. His cock was much bigger around than anyone else's, and when it started entering my already aching ass I started whimpering and crying.

"Wait! I can't... wait!"

The other men started making pig sounds. It started quietly and then got very loud. Everyone laughed and oinked. My head fell back against the couch cushion it was resting on and I cried out, "You're gonna rip me in half, I can't." 

I could feel tears streaming down my face.

The men holding my ankles back alongside my head pushed down on them with more force, lifting my ass higher for Pigman. He pushed himself in slowly, and the deeper he got the more I cried and whimpered. Every time I thought he had finished entering me he'd push another inch in. I closed my eyes tightly. Everyone was still oinking and the music kept pounding with a hypnotic beat. "Fuck me. Go ahead. Fuck me."

By the time Pigman had gotten his entire gigantic cock inside of me, what felt like it had to be substantially more than twelve inches, I went completely numb. Somehow I managed to lift my head up slightly, focus enough to see his blurry pig face, and said, "Fuck me. Go ahead. Fuck me."

The other men laughed loudly and the oinking became more incessant. Pigman started thrusting, slowly at first and then gradually getting faster and faster. My ass was torn apart. Tears streamed down the sides of my face. I moaned and cried like a baby.

By the time Pigman started slamming me as fast and hard as he could, I was just moaning one long, steady moan. All I could feel was my ass tearing itself wider and wider to compensate for what was inside it. My body convulsed and shook. The other men held me down tightly. My body felt like it was having a seizure, but it felt indescribably good.

Pigman pulled out quickly, making me feel like he was taking half of my insides with him on the way out. I couldn't focus, everything was now a complete blur, but I felt him shaking like a volcano. He erupted and his cum hit the backs of my thighs, shooting what felt like spurt after major spurt while he grunted and barked like an animal.

I felt the hands holding my wrists down and my ankles beside my head release me. I was completely numb, much like when your foot goes to sleep and you can't shake it back to life. Men's voices were cheering and laughing, and at some point not long after I passed out.



Kasey's Legs Ch. 07



Waking up the morning after making my movie, where I ended up getting fucked by seven men, I felt very groggy. I didn't remember getting into my bed, but there I was, completely naked and very sticky. I pulled off the blanket to see dried semen all over my chest, stomach and legs.

"I need to take a shower," I told myself.

My legs were stiff and hurt, so I turned over on my side. I could feel how much my ass hurt from being fucked by seven men the night before. I could barely get up.

Standing up, my legs were shaking and my asshole ached and throbbed, so I grabbed the edge of the bed and gently sat back down.

It was Monday morning and I needed to get ready for work, so I couldn't go back to bed. I considered calling in but I knew everyone would know why I had. I finally got the strength to walk to the bathroom and took a shower. I ran my hands down the crack of my ass. It seemed wider and it was sore from the top to the bottom. It wasn't just my poor little hole that hurt.

I still had no stubble or hair growth anywhere on my body, which was good considering I didn't have the energy to shave. I got dressed, putting on my short shorts over my thong panties along with my work t-shirt and sneakers.

"Fuck it," I said and put on a pair of my new lace-top ankle socks. "It isn't like it's a secret anymore."

Walking out the door, I ran into Darcy who came out of her bedroom to see me before I left. She smiled, glad I was in my shorts and wearing the socks she picked out for me.

"I love it," she said with a big grin. "You are walking like someone who just got fucked hard up the ass. Gee, I wonder why."

I looked down at the floor and said, "Did I do okay?"

"Oh, honey, you did great. Mike and I were watching the copy of the movie Steve put on my laptop after we carted you off to bed. He hadn't edited it yet or anything, but that was some good shit."

"I'm glad you liked it," I said quietly.

"I'm going to show it to some of my girlfriends tonight. I think they'll get a kick out of it."

Turning around, I kept my eyes to the floor. I walked uneasily to the door, feeling the pain in my ass throbbing the whole time.

"That fucking did you good, Kasey. You're walking more like a girl now."

I went out the door to my car and drove to work, wishing I had a pillow to sit on and hearing Darcy's laughter in my head throughout the entire drive.

I arrived at work, waited for a moment to compose myself, and walked into the warehouse. I could tell I was walking funny, very funny, but I tried to avoid making it obvious.

Chuckling, Steve walked over to me when I got to my desk. "Hey, Mr. Jones wants to see you."

"What about?" I asked. The last thing I wanted, or needed, at that point was another weird encounter with the boss.

"I don't know," shrugged Steve. "Have you been blowing him?"

I waddled through the warehouse and ignored the whistles and catcalls. I moved as quickly as I could through the warehouse, and through the office to Judy's desk. I told the receptionist, who was probably more of an office manager, I was there to see Mr. Jones.

She looked annoyed at having to speak to me, sighed and said, "Just go in."

Mr. Jones was holding the receiver of his 1980s style office phone to his ear. He pointed to the chair across from him without speaking. He looked off in the distance at nothing in particular, just holding the phone to his ear and never talking. I couldn't hear anyone talking on the other line and figured he was probably in the middle of a pretend telephone call. After all, he liked to drink pretend coffee, so it wasn't much of a stretch.

I sat down and waited for what felt like fifteen minutes of him just holding the telephone to his face and staring at nothing.

Then he hung up the phone.

"Important business," he told me, "big deal that could really help the company out."

"Okay," I said. "You wanted to see me?"

"Come over here," he said, looking directly at me.

I stood up and tried not to look annoyed. I walked around his desk and stood a few feet away and looked at him.

"Come closer and turn around."

"Look, Mr. Jones, I don't want—"

"Shut the fuck up!" He slammed his open palm down on the desk. "Come closer and turn around."

I did as he asked, and once my ass was in his face like it had been the previous week, he reached around to unbutton my shorts and zip down my fly. My shorts were shimmied unceremoniously down my legs and once again I felt his hot breath on my ass cheeks. 

"Now this, THIS, is a freshly fucked ass." He squeezed and massaged my ass cheeks and told me to lean forward.

Once I leaned forward, he yanked my thong panties down and put his face extremely close to my exposed and very tender asshole.

"I just love a freshly fucked ass," he breathed into my ass. Then he smacked my right ass cheek hard and told me to pull up my pants and go back to work.

I pulled up my panties and my shorts and started walking out of the office when there was a knock on the door and a man in a suit walked into. He was very attractive and his suit was the antithesis to Mr. Jones' well-worn 1970s ensemble.

"You must be Kasey," the man said. "I've heard good things about you."

"Uh, really? Well, have we met?"

"Not formally, no," he said with a smile and patted me on the shoulder. "I believe we've spoken on the phone once or twice. I work for Goodrich, we do a lot of business with your company."

Relieved this was a professional meeting and not something else, I exhaled. "Yes, I deal with you guys all the time. Good to meet you."

"Oh, I'm Ken Benjamin," he said. "I told Jonesie here I wanted to poach you. We could use a hard worker like you at our place."

"His work is barely acceptable," muttered Mr. Jones. "What do you want, Ken?"

Ken put his arm around my shoulders and walked with me towards Mr. Jones' desk. "There is a very interesting little video making its way around the amateur porn sites. It hit sometime last night and I wonder if maybe you've seen it."

"I don't watch that shit," snapped Mr. Jones.

Ken tightened his grip on my shoulder. "I think you might want to see this one. Your receiver here does a lot of, shall we say, receiving in this video."

Mr. Jones perked up. "Oh really?"

"He even gets his ass fucked by a pig with a monster dick. You'd love it, Jonesie."

Ken turned his attention back to me, smiled broadly and told me to get on my knees. Mr. Jones was licking his lips and breathing heavy. I attempted to refuse but could not form the words. My ass was hurting really badly and I was uncomfortable with Mr. Jones sitting there acting in his usual creepy fashion.

I got down on my knees in front of Ken without saying a word.

Ken tossed a slip of paper onto Mr. Jones' desk. "That's the address for the free download of Kasey's debut porno."

Mr. Jones took the paper, looked at it and eagerly typed the address into the browser of the computer on his desk. Ken tousled my hair and then unzipped his fly, undid his belt and pulled the pants of his suit down to his knees.

"Gosh, you have a really beautiful cock," I said. The words just came out of me so naturally and it surprised me, along with the fact that my voice sounded so effeminate.

I took his cock, a perfect eight inch long, thick specimen, in my hand and stroked it.

"Lick my balls, princess," he told me.

I blushed, unable to hide the fact that being called "princess" had long been a fantasy of mine. Lifting his cock up, I looked at his big balls and realized I'd been neglecting the balls of the men who were kind enough to let me go down on them. 

"I'm so flattered that you want me to suck your cock, sir," I said, looking up at Ken. "I hope I do a good job."

I leaned in and very slowly covered his balls with wet kisses. As much as I thought there was nothing in the world more beautiful than a hard cock, my eyes were now open to the realization there was a wonderful treat right there beside the cock that I needed to admire and show appreciation for.

My long tongue slid out of my mouth and I began licking his balls. They had an incredible sweaty and salty taste to them and the word "yummy" uncontrollably slid out of my mouth. Holding his cock, Ken now pushed it down towards me.

"Suck," he ordered.

Mr. Jones glanced over from time to time, more interested in getting to my movie than watching me in action, but he did watch, especially when Ken pushed his hard cock into my eager mouth.

When I started sliding his cock slowly back and forth in my mouth, Ken grabbed my hair, pulled my head back and said, "Work it, bitch. They don't call it a blow JOB for nothing."

He started violently yanking my head back and forth while holding a clump of my hair in his fist. My mouth salivated wildly and drool poured out of the corners as he continued pulling my head back and forth.

"That's fucking awesome," he said, laughing. "Your mouth is self-lubricating."

Mr. Jones pounded on his keyboard and yelled, "I can't get this fucking thing to work!"

"Jonesie, you are one weird dude. You've got a live show right in front of you and you're trying to watch the fucking movie?"

"I don't want to see your dick," snapped Jonesie. "I want to see that freshly fucked ass!"

Ken snapped my head back, pulling his cock out of my mouth. "Get up, princess."

I struggled for a moment to get my footing, holding onto the desk to pull myself up to a standing position. "Did I do bad, sir?"

"Shut up, cocksucker, don't speak unless you are told to. I assume you are wearing panties?"

I nodded.

"Pull down your shorts and your panties."

I quickly complied.

Ken started laughing. "What the fuck is THAT?" he asked, pointing at my crotch. "That is seriously the smallest dick I've ever seen. And do you even have any balls?"

I looked down and realized my limp dick was even smaller now than it had been in the shower that morning. My scrotum was barely visible. I reached down to find it and when I did it felt like it was completely empty.

There was a look of horror on my face when I looked back up at Ken. He just laughed at me, pulled his pants up, put his arm around my shoulder and walked me around Mr. Jones' desk.

"Hop up on the desk, princess."

I held onto him as I climbed up on the desk on my knees. Mr. Jones cleared papers off his desk by sweeping them into a drawer with his arm, letting most of them fall on the floor. Then they grabbed my arms and thighs and pulled me into a position where my bare ass was directly in Mr. Jones' face.

Ken let go of me and walked back around to the other side of the desk while Mr. Jones pushed on my back to force me into leaning down with my chest almost touching the desk and my butt rising up in the air. I felt my ass spread and my asshole open.

Ken was dropping his pants again, right in front of my face, while Mr. Jones ran his hands over my ass cheeks and eventually started lightly touching my asshole with his finger.

My mouth fell open and it was filled again with Ken's hard cock.

While Ken pulled my head back and forth roughly on his cock, I kept hoping Mr. Jones wouldn't do anything too crazy with my exposed asshole. It was incredibly tender and even his lightest touch was painful.

"You wanna fuck that ass, Jonesie?"

"Fuck you!" Mr. Jones screamed back at Ken.

I wasn't expecting it at all when Mr. Jones pushed a ball point pen into my sore asshole. He was relentless, pushing it in as far as he could while still holding onto it in one forceful motion.

I gasped, pulling up from Ken's cock, but he pulled me back down on it hard. "Did I tell you to stop sucking, bitch?"

I started crying, and could feel the tears running down my face.

"This ass needs to get fucked regularly," Mr. Jones was muttering as he worked the ballpoint pen back and forth.

It hurt so much when he pulled the pen out and then shoved it back in over and over again, but I couldn't speak, couldn't ask him to stop and couldn't even cry out in pain because Ken kept holding my hair and forcing me to suck his cock without taking so much as a breath.

Mr. Jones pulled out the pen and shoved a Sharpie marker into my hole. My body jerked and squirmed on the desk, and Ken started yanking my head back and forth harder than before. I sucked and sucked and kept sucking the best I could.

After he'd fucked me with the Sharpie a few times, Mr. Jones pulled it out and pushed the handle of a screwdriver into me while holding the blade. I jerked harder. Ken pulled my head down hard, forcing me to cough and gag.

Mr. Jones started working the handle of the screwdriver back and forth very fast. Tears were pouring out of my eyes and Ken kept going, never letting go of my hair or letting me get a breath of air.

A wave washed over me. My eyes rolled back and my body started convulsing. Mr. Jones let go of the screwdriver and it shot out of me like a cannonball. He held my ankles as my body seized. It felt so good, and yet my tiny cock remained soft and lifeless.

Just as I finished my orgasm, Ken pulled out and pointed his swollen cock at my face. A very feminine moan came out of me, lasting several very long seconds. Ken let go of my hair and shot semen at my face, in my hair, and onto my t-shirt.

I collapsed, exhausted, covered in cum with my shorts and panties completely off.

"Get the fuck off my desk," snapped Mr. Jones, while throwing the pen, the marker and the screwdriver in his trash can. "I'm not paying you to take a fucking nap!"

Quivering, I climbed slowly down off the desk. Trying to stand up and look for my shorts, I lost my balance and fell, holding onto the desk for support.

Ken took my hand and helped me to stand up. He handed me my shorts and panties. I managed to get them back on, despite problems maintaining my balance.

I looked for some way to clean myself up. My face, shirt and hair were wet with Ken's cum. Seeing what I was doing, he told me go out to the receptionist and ask her for a towel.

"I can't—"

"Of course you can. It isn't like everyone doesn't already know you suck cock."

"Please, sir—"

"Accept your place and do as you are TOLD."

I hung my head and nodded through my tears. Still unbalanced, I walked out to the outer office and approached Judy's desk with my head down.

"I'm sorry to bother you, Judy, but do you have some tissues or something?"

Without looking at me, she pushed a box of Kleenex across her desk to me. "You're pathetic."

"I know," I said, pulling some tissues out of the box and trying to clean myself up as best I could.

Ken walked up behind me as I was wiping anxiously at the semen on my shirt. "Come back inside, cocksucker."

Judy shook her head, looking disgusted.

"Yes, sir," I said. I raised my head and looked over at Judy while telling Ken, "I'd love to come back inside, sir."

He told me to sit in the chair across from Mr. Jones' desk. I immediately crossed my legs, knowing Mr. Jones would probably yell at me to if I didn't. I just hoped I crossed them the right way.

I clutched my tissues while Ken stood in front of me. "Kasey, I was very serious about wanting to hire you to work for me. Now, Jonesie here says he doesn't care one way or another, so I'd like to officially offer you the job."

"What kind of job, sir?"

"Well, you'll be able to wear all your girl clothes and do your hair and makeup, and of course you'll get to come to work every day in a miniskirt and high heels."

I smiled at the thought.

"I see I have your interest," he said. "You would be my personal assistant, handling my paperwork and appointments and things like that."

"Yes, sir, I think I would like that job."

"The thing is," he told me after lifting my chin so I was looking up at him, "you're going to end up sucking a lot of cock, probably a LOT more than you're used to. I will expect you to do the work of your official job as my office assistant while at the same time always being available to give head and always being willing to come in early and stay as long as is necessary to do both your jobs."

"I... I... probably should ask my girlfriend if it's okay."

Ken laughed. "Princess, you don't have a girlfriend. You might think you have a girlfriend, but I think we both know the truth."



Kasey's Legs Ch. 08



For the rest of my day at work, after getting my face fucked by Ken, the president of Goodrich Logistics, in Mr. Jones' office, I kept to myself. 

The guys continued making remarks, gestures and references to the home movie I'd made. They'd all obviously seen the movie by that afternoon. I'd seen Steve in the break room with his laptop and other guys gathered around it. I knew what was going on.

I'd set the whole thing up and Steve was simply executing my plan, and hopefully collecting on his bet, so I had nothing to complain about. The reality was different than the fantasy. Still adjusting to everyone knowing I sucked cock, having them watch me getting fucked by seven different men in Halloween masks, hearing them laugh and mock me was difficult to cope with.

"Oh yeah, give me another one," one of the guys said in an imitation of my effeminate voice as he walked past my desk.

My voice was becoming more feminine every day.

When I first started dressing and going out, I tried to alter my voice, trying to sound more like a woman. Now I was talking that way naturally and could not find my masculine voice at all.

I ate my lunch in my car and avoided the break room. My video, which I expected to just be shown to my co-workers, was apparently out on the internet. It was even available for free download, according to what Ken had told Mr. Jones.

I started writing a note to Steve. In it, I accused him of betraying me and being wrong for letting my video go out for public consumption. Then I threw the note away. 

Looking down at my legs and my pretty ankle socks I realized I was really horny, even after getting worked over in Mr. Jones' office. I looked around to make sure no one was around in the parking lot, and sat up slightly in the seat of my car to pull my shorts down. I pulled them down just enough to expose my pathetic genitals and started rubbing them.

My thin, hopeless dick was now barely an inch long and simply could not get hard. I tried picturing various hot scenes, reliving experiences I'd had in my mind, but there was nothing. I just felt hornier and hornier the more I let my imagination roam and could not get myself off to relieve the tension.

I got out of my car sweating. Trying to masturbate in a car on a ninety-degree day will do that to you, especially if you are frustrated by not getting anywhere with your efforts.

When I returned to my desk I kept squirming in my chair. Steve was riding around in a forklift, moving pallets of shrink-wrapped boxes around. When he was finished, I strutted over to him, my ass swishing gently back and forth like a woman's.

"What's up?" Steve asked as I approached.

"I'm not mad," I told him.

"Not mad about what?"

"I'm not mad about you putting my movie on the Internet."

"That was Darcy's idea, not mine. You were passed out and we dragged you off to bed and she kept pushing me to do it."

"Do you think a lot of men watched it?"

"Shit, Kasey, the video had 40,000 hits the last time I checked it."

My jaw dropped and my eyes shot open. "Wow."

"Thousands of guys all around the world jacking off while watching you getting gangbanged," laughed Steve as he walked away. "Fucking funny as hell is what that is."

I wanted to get to a laptop and see the movie for myself. Sure, I lived it, but seeing myself on video was something I'd never done. The thought was intensely exciting and arousing, and yet my little dick didn't even quiver.

I walked to the break room where two guys were sitting around a laptop watching my video and laughing.

After pausing to collect myself in the doorway, I walked into the break room and once they noticed me, I asked, "Can I watch?"

Laughing, they looked at me and said, "Sure, pull up a chair."

I grabbed a chair and dragged it over to the table, placing it between my co-workers Gary and Jim, but just behind them so I could watch over their shoulders.

The video was showing a close-up of a cock rubbing against my asshole. It panned up to the clown mask covering the face of the man getting ready to enter me. It moved up my body, pinned down with my legs pulled back alongside my head, to my smiling face.

"Just give it to me, baby," I moaned in the video. "I need it. I need it so bad."

The camera pulled back to a full body shot. The clown was slowly pushing it into me as my smile got wider and my moans of pleasure got louder.

My two co-workers kept laughing. "He fucking loves it! Bitch can't get ENOUGH!"

It was like I wasn't even there.

At least until both turned around and Gary said, "You must be hard as a rock watching this shit, huh Kasey?"

"I bet he can't even get it up," laughed Jim.

"Go close the door," Gary told me. "Then come back over here and get on your knees."

My first thought was to say no and act offended, but that thought quickly passed. I was incredibly horny and the movie was making it worse. Then another realization blasted into my head.

I wanted to obey men and do as I was told.

I stood up without saying a word and walked to the door. I closed it. Jim got up behind me and stood by the door, watching through the door's glass window for anyone who might interrupt.

"Crawl over here on your knees," Gary said, laughing. "I want you to give me head while I watch your sick movie."

I felt the twitch again, telling me to run out of the room, out of the warehouse and drive off in my car. It passed. I got down on the dirty break room floor on my hands and knees and crawled towards Gary's table.

"Damn!" Jim cried out. "Pansy ass really needs some dick."

"I do," I admitted absently, not sure if I spoke the words or just thought them.

"My wife hasn't given me head since before we got married," Gary chuckled. "I could use a good blowjob, even if it is from a sissy."

I crawled under the table and turned towards Gary, hitting my head on the bottom of the table in the process. Once I regained my composure, Gary had his dick out under the table. It was fat, but it wasn't anywhere close to hard. I'd never been confronted with a soft cock before.

"Make me hard, sissy," Gary said. "Let's see if you can get me off before anyone tries to come in here."

I licked his balls eagerly, working my way up to his cock slowly and I was so happy when I saw him start to get hard. I ran my tongue up his cock until I reached the head and enveloped it in my mouth. Feeling him get harder and harder inside my mouth until he was completely erect was an incredible moment for me.

I sucked up and down and held myself up by my hands. The position of the table forced me onto all fours so I could not use my hands.

Someone started banging on the door. I didn't want to stop so I kept going, coming up and running my tongue around the head of his cock and tonguing the underside. Then I went back down on him.

"Who the fuck is at the door?" groaned Gary. "Tell them to come back in five minutes."

I kept sucking, trying my hardest to get him off as quickly as I could. The knocking on the door was obviously distracting him from what I was doing and making my goal more elusive.

Then the door started pushing open. Jim tried to push his body up against it to prevent whoever was on the other side from getting in. "Give us five minutes, man," Jim was saying to the person trying to get into the break room. "Five minutes!"

Tony, a big heavyset guy, won his battle with Jim and the break room door swung open. I winced, not knowing who it might be because my attention was elsewhere, and kept sucking.

"Dude, Jones and that guy from Goodrich are in the warehouse and headed this way," Tony said after catching his breath. "They want everyone together for some kind of meeting."

Tony looked down and saw me under the table, looked at the laptop playing my movie and told Gary, "You need to police this shit up. They're coming this way."

Gary pushed back in his chair, yanking his cock out of my mouth rudely. He turned his back to Tom and Tony and pulled his pants up. Once he had gotten himself back together, he sighed and turned to the other men.

"Fucking Jones, man, he doesn't come down here for like a month and decides to come by right when I'm trying to get my rocks off?"

I crawled out from under the table. I brushed off my knees with my hand, getting rid of some of the dirt and sticky stuff that had adhered itself to my bare skin. The quick brushing could do nothing for the fact that my knees remained blackened and scuffed from crawling and kneeling on the dirty floor.

I walked with the real men back to the warehouse where Mr. Jones and Ken were standing with the warehouse staff gathered around them. I wasn't sure what this meeting was all about, but I kept hoping it didn't have anything to do with me.

Everything was quiet and everyone stood there waiting for whatever announcement was coming. Mr. Jones suddenly lurched forward and screamed, "Everyone shut up and pay attention!"

"Fucking Jones," muttered someone quietly.

Ken stepped forward and introduced himself. He went on to say he always enjoyed working with our company and appreciated everyone's hard work. Then he announced that he had bought the company and that Mr. Jones was retiring. 

The idea of Mr. Jones retiring and leaving the company was welcome news to everyone. No one could stand him or his always strange behavior.

The guys began to say things they didn't mean, like "We'll miss you" and "Good luck out there" and Mr. Jones snapped.

"You're all a bunch of fucking morons," he said and stormed away from the group, standing a good twenty feet away and glaring with his arms crossed.

Ken called me up in front of the group and put his arm around my shoulders.

"I'd also like to announce that I am going to bring Kasey up front with me to be my assistant. He knows the way things work around here and I'll need someone that does because Miss Judy is also leaving. I guess she came in with Jonesie and wants to leave with him."

There was a lot of mumbling and muttering around the warehouse staff, but no one said anything out loud or asked any questions. Ken cleared his throat.

"In case anyone is wondering why the job wasn't posted and why I didn't interview any other candidates for the job, let's just say when Kasey auditioned for the job and I was impressed with his, shall we say... oral talents."

The guys all started laughing.

"Judging from Kasey's knees I think you all know what I'm talking about." Ken turned to me and said, "We'll have to get you a pillow from now on so you don't ruin your pretty knees."

I nodded, looking at the floor and said, "I hope I do well in my new position."

"Well, I'm sure there will be plenty of new positions," Ken told me, smiling. "I'm sure you'll do fine, but just one more thing."

"Yes, sir," I said, continuing to look at the floor while standing in front of all my co-workers.

"From now on, whenever you are in the company of men, you need to be on your knees, looking down and being quiet until you are told to do otherwise? Do you understand what I'm talking about?"

I swallowed hard and went down on my knees. I clasped my hands behind my back and looked down. "Yes, sir, I think I understand."

"Come up to my office, Jonesie's old office, and we'll discuss your job further," he told me. He then looked back at the rest of the group, who were laughing and making all kinds of rude remarks, and told them to get back to work.

I followed Ken up to the office. Mr. Jones walked behind me, probably staring at my ass the entire time. When we got to the office, Judy was putting her personal things in a box and looking at me with newfound disdain. I found myself wondering if her retirement had been voluntary.

Once we were inside Mr. Jones' office, Ken said, "Knees, please." Mr. Jones sat down at his soon to be former desk and pulled a stack of papers out of a drawer. He handed them to Ken as I knelt before them.

"If you could change one thing about yourself, Kasey, what would it be?" Ken asked.

"Well, sir, I wish I was naturally smooth all over, but lately it seems like I'm not growing any hair on my body at all."

"I see," Ken said while looking over the papers Mr. Jones had given him. "Anything else?"

"To be honest, sir, I wish I didn't have such big feet. I wish they were smaller and more girlish because big feet are so awkward."

"Sit in the chair and take off your sneakers and those pretty lace socks," Ken told me. He kept flipping through the papers, looking at each one before sticking it at the bottom of the stack in his hand.

Turning to Mr. Jones he said, "There's nothing here about his feet."

"I don't want to look at anyone's fucking feet!" yelled Mr. Jones.

"Dammit, Jonesie, I told you to evaluate his whole body.

"

As I took my sneakers off, I listened and tried to figure out what they were talking about. Mr. Jones had sheets of paper that had my name at the top and categories like "thighs" and "crossed legs" and the like with rows of numbers underneath. I had seen them before. As I thought about it, a soft feminine voice inside my head told me, "Let the men talk about man things. You don't need to think anymore."

After I got my sneakers off, I looked at my feet and they seemed smaller than they usually did. I pulled my socks off quickly to see that my feet were indeed smaller; much smaller. I learned later that my feet had shrunk from a women's size 12 to a size 7. With my glittery pink toenails pointing in the air I marveled at my more feminine sized feet.

"Wow," I gasped, smiling.

"Back on your knees," Ken said.

"Yes, sir," I said and knelt before him.

"If I told you that you would be sucking between eight to twelve cocks every day at work, what would you say?"

"Oh gosh, I'd say thank you, sir."

"I want you to come to work tomorrow all dressed up pretty. A nice blouse, very short skirt, six-inch heels that are open and show your resized feet, and make sure to put on your makeup and do your hair."

"Yes, sir, but I'll have to go shoe shopping now."

"Of course you will. Make sure you do it tonight. You can leave for the day."

"Thank you sir," I said in my increasingly effeminate voice.



Kasey's Legs Ch. 09



I went shoe shopping after work, feeling strangely comfortable walking into a shoe store and requesting to try on high heels. The woman working at the store paused for a moment, looked me up and down, and asked why kind of shoes I was looking for.

My sneakers were incredibly loose on my feet, like I was a child wearing my father's shoes. When she measured my foot I found I'd become a woman's size 7. I had lost five full sizes from my original size 12 in women's shoes. It was no wonder my sneakers were so big.

I took off my lace ankle socks and my small feet with high arches and painted toenails came out. The woman said, "Oh, my."

She looked up at my dirty knees and back at my feet and said, "I think somehow has been naughty."

With my feminine voice and my legs, if it wasn't for my face I figured I might actually be mistaken for a girl. My response to this thought as I looked in the mirror was that Ken was right. I needed to start wearing makeup and doing my hair regularly like a woman.

Looking at my long hair and running my fingers through it, I asked the salesgirl, "Is there somewhere near here where I could get my hair done like a woman?"

"Got a date with a special guy?"

"No, I just want to look... pretty."

My smaller feet increased the range of shoes that were available to me. When I had shopped before there was a very limited number of shoes available in a size 12. Now there were all kinds of heels I could try on and buy. When I ended up buying five different pairs of shoes, each one in a different color and style, I felt a rush I imagined was the reason women seemed to like shoe shopping so much.

"Well, sweetie, you are going to make your boyfriend very happy."

"I don't have... a boyfriend."

"That's too bad, hun. I know a guy who would LOVE to meet you."

"Really?" It was impossible to hide my delight.

"I don't know if you'd like him, " she said. "He was in an accident a few years back and has some pretty messed up physical problems."

My first thought was to ask if his cock was still functioning, but I collected myself and asked, "What kind of physical problems?"

"His face was badly burned and the scars are really bad, and his arm was torn off. He couldn't afford a prosthetic arm so he basically has a tree branch nailed to his shoulder. I mean, he can do basic shit with it, but still, it's a tree branch and you know, it is hard to deal with."

"WHAT?"

"It's okay if you don't want to meet him. I just know he'd really like you, but a lot of people are put off by his medical issues."

"It isn't that, I mean, you just surprised me with that. Uh, sure, I'd be happy to meet him."

"Honestly, he's a really great guy, he just has, you know that thing and that other thing. A lot of people won't go near him and he has needs like everyone else."

"So he has... a tree branch."

"Yes. It is kind of just nailed to his shoulder. It doesn't fall of or anything, but it affects his balance and coordination."

"I would imagine."

"Here's his phone number," the woman said, sliding a slip of paper across the counter to me. "His name is Condor."

"Condor?"

"It's short for Condoric, but he hates when people call him that."

I picked up the piece of paper, looked at it to see a telephone number and "Condor" written on it, and put it in my front pocket of my shorts. I thanked the girl and took the bags with my new shoes in them and walked out of the store.

"You have really nice legs, by the way," she said.

"Thanks," I said with a smile.

"Call my friend!"

I took my new shoes home. I dropped them on the floor in my bedroom and started getting undressed so I could take a shower. Darcy wasn't home yet and I was glad to have the place to myself.

Taking off my shirt, I paused. My chest looked funny and I had to look twice and check in the mirror to be sure of what I was seeing. I had what looked like small, developing breasts. My nipples were very tender to the touch and just a gentle touch sent a quiver of ecstasy through my body.

I took off the rest of my clothes and fell back on the bed, playing with my nipples and softly moaning. I sat up, opened the drawer containing my dildos and got the big one. I usually didn't use the big one sexually. I liked to stare at it and drool while fucking myself with the smaller one.

I really wanted the big one inside of me.

After I finished lubing it completely I tossed my head back and moaned, "Oh damn do I need a cock RIGHT NOW!" Then I fell back on the bed and began working the big dildo into myself with two hands, forcing it in and spreading my still sore asshole open wide.

"YES!" I screamed as I pushed the head of the dildo hard enough to pop into me and started feeding it as fast as I could into my ass. I was so hungry. I wanted it all.

I closed my eyes and worked the dildo in, moving it in and out as I made progress in getting it all the way inside of myself. The big dildo had a handle I could grip with both hands as I rested on my back with my legs in the air spread as wide as possible.

I moaned and cried out in pleasure as I pushed as fast and as hard as I could. I opened my eyes and looked across my budding new breasts at my long, sexy legs and sighed happily. Then I forced the dildo all the way in and proceeded to fuck myself with it. 

"I've needed this ALL DAY," I moaned loudly. "Damn, it feels so fucking GOOD!"

I let go of the dildo with my left hand and kept working it in and out with my right, giving myself a seriously good fucking. My left hand glided over my smooth thigh, up my leg as far as I could reach.

"Damn, I have gorgeous legs," I sighed before moving my hand up across my body to my new breasts, slowly letting them glide over my extremely sensitive nipples.

"Wow!" I yelled out. 

The jolt of ecstasy that flowed through my body when I gently massaged my erect nipples, combined with the dildo in my ass was overwhelming. I felt a raging storm building up inside my body. With my poor little penis unresponsive and my testicles gone somewhere over the rainbow, I needed a new way to release my sexual tension and I had found it.

"Wow!" I yelled out again as I worked the dildo back and forth harder while lightly caressing my breasts and nipples. My body jerked and seized. I went harder. It seized again and again and again. Finally I could no longer hold it back.

I let go and my body went into an uncontrollable seizure that shook my entire body and had me screaming in profound and never before experienced joy. I had been close with Dan and with the men who fucked me during my movie debut. I had even been close in Mr. Jones' office that morning.

Now I was exploding, caught in an overwhelming full body orgasm that was beyond any feeling I ever imagined possible.

Darcy came in the front door just as I peaked. She heard the sounds of my pleasure and expected to find me with a man, or perhaps multiple men, but when she saw it was just me, she stood and stared, slack-jawed.

"What the hell?"

Once the wave of absolute pleasure had passed, I slid the dildo out of my ass, tossed it on the bed and sat up.

Looking at Darcy with crazy eyes, I said, "I need cock. I don't know what you have been giving me to change me, drug me, whatever, but I don't care. I fucking NEED cock."

"Honey, I haven't been giving you anything. Steve asked me the same thing. He thinks I'm giving you hormones and some kind of mind-altering drugs. Honey, I swear, I'm not giving you ANYTHING."

"Well," I said in my now completely feminine sounding voice, "I don't care. Just so you know, whatever happened, Keith is gone! Kasey is in control, baby, and Kasey gets what Kasey wants!"

"Cock?"

"Yes, and plenty of it. I am taking a new job with Ken, the wonderful man who bought our company today. I am going to be his personal assistant and I am going to get lots of cock."

"Well, I hope you don't expect me to try to stop you."

"I need to take a shower and get ready to meet a nice man. His name is Condor and he has a burned face and a tree branch for an arm. Don't try to talk me out of it. He is a human being just like you and me. Well, I'm a human being, I'm not sure what you are. Frankly, honey, I think you're a bitch. How do you like them apples."

"A tree branch?"

"Did you hear anything I just said?"

"I heard something about a guy with a tree branch for an arm."

"Oh, you are impossible," I said and marched off to take a shower.

When I was done, I wrapped a towel around myself and walked back to my room. I picked up the telephone and dialed Condor's number.

"Hello," said a quiet male voice.

"Is this Condor?"

"Yes, it is."

"Hi, my name is Kasey. A friend of yours who works at the shoe store gave me your number."

"Kathy?"

"This is Kasey."

"Yes, I know. I meant was the girl who gave you my number Kathy."

"I didn't ask her name."

"Was she wearing a name tag?"

"I don't remember. Look, Condor, your friend thought you'd be interested in meeting me."

"You're a woman?"

"I try to be."

There was a long pause. "I like that."

"You do?"

"I like when people try to be things they want to be. I think it is very brave."

"Well, thanks, I guess. You sound very nice."

"Did Kathy tell you about my problems?"

"She said you had been in an accident and there was some permanent scaring and that you lost your arm."

Condor was quiet for almost thirty seconds. "Yes."

"Do you want to meet me? Did Kathy tell you anything about me?"

"She usually tries to set me up with hookers. You don't sound like a hooker."

"Do you like hookers?"

"The smell of pussy makes me sick."

"You mean, as in, physically sick?"

"When I was in my accident, the car my mother was driving crashed into the back of a truck carrying all these used pap smear testing kits or whatever to a medical disposal site. I was thrown into the back of the truck and the truck caught fire and the whole mess was burning and I couldn't move because my arm was jammed in the loading mechanism."

It was my turn for a long pause. "So, you're saying the smell of a woman's vagina gives you flashbacks to the accident?"

"Pretty much, so I can't be with a woman any more. Plus, the tree branch kind of throws them."

I paused again for a long period of time. "I'm not a woman. I like to think I am like a woman but I don't have a... vagina."

"I see. Did you have some kind of accident?"

"No, I didn't have any kind of accident. I'm a man... well no, I'm not much of a man at all. I like looking and feeling like a woman. Could I meet you?"

"I don't leave the house," he said, sounding completely unfazed by my confession. "You can come over if you like. I live in a small house at the end of Laneberry Drive. You'll know which one because my house is the only one without trees in the yard, for obvious reasons."

"I can be there in about an hour," I told him after looking at my shoes and my outfits scattered around the room. "Is that okay?"

"I can call and order a pizza. They know me at the pizza place and they don't try to steal from me."

"Okay, that would be nice. I haven't had dinner yet."

"What do you like on your pizza? Would it be rude of me to guess that you like sausage?"

"I love sausage."

We said goodbye and I set out to dress up for Condor. I put on one of my pink miniskirts, a pair of pink strappy high heels I had just bought and picked up the rubbery breast forms Chrissy had loaned me. Then I looked at my small little breasts and put the rubber ones back on the shelf. 

I put on one of the training bras Darcy had given me early on in our relationship and it fit nicely around my little boobs. I slid a tight black blouse over my head and pulled it down into place. Then I spent a little time putting on fingernail extensions and painting them alternating pink and black.

Once my fingernails dried I starting putting on my makeup, just enough to bring out the feminine qualities in my face without looking like a hooker. I didn't want Condor to think of me that way. I got my black movie star wig on and looked at myself in the mirror. I felt good.

I got in my car and drove to the address he had given me. Coming to the end of Laneberry Drive I immediately spotted the house. It was a small green house and every tree in the front and back yard had been cut down. There were quite a few stumps, but no trees to speak of.

I pressed the door buzzer and heard a loud clang. I waited for a couple of minutes before hearing a shuffling sound on the other side of the door. That was followed by the sound of things crashing to the floor, including what sounded like a glass hitting the floor and breaking. Then the door was pulled open.

Condor stood there, holding the handle of the door with his right hand, his undamaged hand, while his left arm flapped wildly about behind him. There were shelves of Hummel figures and other knick knacks on shelves everywhere, but many were on the floor broken and shattered. The tree branch was too large to be used as an arm and I could see it was frustrating for Condor to get about with it.

He was wearing a child's plastic Spiderman Halloween mask over his face, held on with a rubber band that stretched around his head.

"I'm Condor," he said as his left arm flailed wildly and knocked several Hummel figures to the floor.

"I'm Kasey."

"You are very beautiful for being not really a girl."

"I'd like it if you called me a girl."

"You are a woman, Kasey, not a girl."

"May I come in?"

"Kathy didn't pay you to call on me, did she?"

"No, I'm here because I want to be."

Condor backed up, knocking things over in the process. I stepped into the house behind him and closed the door.

"I don't mean to be rude or anything, but, have you ever considered trimming the branch so it isn't so awkward to move around?"

"It hurts too much to cut it. I'm very sensitive."

"Okay, I just thought maybe..."

"People have asked me that before. It is difficult for them because they don't understand what it is like to be the way that I am."

"I understand that feeling. Not that I have the same difficulties you do, but I have my own."

"You like cock?"

"Very much. I can't get enough."

"It shows. That isn't a bad thing. I'm sure you look very beautiful when you suck cock."

"I like to think so."

Condor led me through the house to a large room with a glass ceiling. There was a large reclining chair and a sofa inside the room along with a desk and filing cabinet.

"Please, sit down," he told me. "Would you like me to order a pizza now?"

"If you want," I said as I sat down on the sofa.

Condor picked up a phone with his right hand and clumsily sat down on the recliner. "I like to watch," he told me.

"Watch?"

"Sam usually delivers the pizza here," he told me. "When Kathy pays a whore to come see me I usually get a pizza and watch her blow Sam, so at least Kathy's money doesn't go entirely to waste."

A shiver went down my spine. I just nodded.

"Hello? This is Condor. I need to order a sausage pizza. Can you make sure Sam does the delivery? Tell him I have another big tip for him."

While we waited for the pizza, Condor went on to talk about how he enjoyed nature oriented shows on television. "Anything with birds or small animals really gets me," he said. "I watch these shows and I am always thinking, my goodness, these people really know what I like. How do they know?"

The doorbell rang and I offered to answer it. Condor told me to remain sitting on the sofa and got up to answer it himself. His tree branch arm dragged alongside him, knocking over various small sculptures and vases on the floor, causing many of them to break.

He returned, with the pizza in his right hand and Sam the delivery guy right behind him.

"What do you think?" Condor asked Sam once he'd had time to look me over.

"Oh, I'll definitely let her blow me," Sam told Condor. Then he turned to me and said, "If she asks nicely."

Condor put the pizza down on the seat of his recliner and went to pull a small table from the corner of the room over so he could set the pizza on it. In the process his left arm knocked over another table, which had what looked like priceless china on it, and the sound of all the china breaking jolted me into an upright position.

"Damn, Skippy," Sam said. "Watch it with branchy there."

"This happens all the time," Condor said. "My housekeeper comes in once a week and replaces everything that got broken and cleans up. She's wonderful."

Condor put the pizza box on top of the table he had dragged over from the corner and opened it. He told me to dig in while Sam loosened his belt and started taking it off.

"You're so thin," Condor told me and handed me a piece of pizza. "You need to eat something other than cock, you know."

"I hear there is a lot of protein in semen," Sam piped in. "That shit can probably sustain you."

"Do you swallow, Kasey?" Condor asked.

"When that is what the man wants," I replied.

With his belt unbuckled, his pants unbuttoned and unzipped, Sam sat down next to me. "It's what I want," he told me.

I smiled and nodded, put the piece of pizza Condor had handed me back in the box and slid down onto my knees in front of Sam. I pulled his pants and underwear down around his ankles and asked if he wanted them off.

He gently pushed me aside while yanking off his shoes and then removing his pants completely. Then he sat back on the sofa and looked at me, smiling. His cock was average sized, about six inches long and moderately thick. I put my fingers around it, lightly at first, and then took control of it. I slowly jerked it up and down while looking into Sam's eyes.

"May I please suck your cock, mister Sam?"

"Showtime!" yelped Condor. "Suck that cock, slut."

I leaned in and began kissing and licking the tip of Sam's cock before working my tongue around the swollen head very slowly. Sam moaned, so I continued, running my tongue around the head several times before spitting on it and jerking on it again.

"Very nice," said Condor.

I leaned in and fed myself the head of Sam's cock, sliding it slowly into my mouth and sucking back and forth on it. He was incredibly hard and the head of his cock was throbbing in my mouth. I slowly slid my mouth over him and enveloped the entire shaft, sinking down until my nose was buried in his thick pubic hair before coming up again.

I let myself just get into the feeling of pleasure I got from sucking cock and worked Sam towards orgasm, knowing he wanted me to swallow his load and I was more than happy to do so.

Condor got up, his tree arm flailing and knocking over an antique lamp, which fell onto the floor and shattered. With his right hand he took down the sweatpants he was wearing, revealing a very large and very hard cock. It wasn't as large as that of the pig man, but it was easily close to eleven inches in length. I tried to concentrate on sucking Sam, but Condor's cock was very distracting and getting me very turned on.

Condor lubricated his cock with some kind of gel he squeezed out of a black tube. He stood there stroking it, watching me suck Sam the pizza man, and then walked over behind me.

I kept stroking Sam as I let his cock slide out of my mouth so I could tell Condor, "Fuck me, Condor. Please, fuck me."

I went back to going down on Sam and felt Condor kneel behind me. He was tall, so when he knelt behind me his big cock pointed right at my eager asshole. 

He began working it in. I gasped and let go of Sam's cock and it bounced around in front of me as I lurched, my back arching and moans of ecstasy poured out of me.

"You need to learn how to multitask," Condor said as he pushed deeper into me. "If you don't keep sucking that cock I'm going to lose interest in banging your ass."




Kasey's Legs Ch. 09



I nodded and leaned back in to take Sam's cock back into my mouth. I remembered how difficult it had been when making my movie to be able to concentrate on sucking one man while another was banging my ass. This was going to take some getting used to because I knew I was going to end up in this position fairly often.

As Condor's big cock moved back and forth in my ass, I kept getting distracted by my love for being able to feel the shape of the head as the cock filled me and then slowly left me empty before filling me again. I kept my head down and bobbed up and down on Sam, trying to match the rhythm of Condor's fucking with the rhythm of my sucking.

Eventually, I was able to match them, keeping them in synch like instruments in a band. It was so incredibly good to be able to keep both ends of my body filled with cock at the same time. It was close to being completely divine.

I felt Sam's balls jump and his cock tensed. He wanted me to swallow him, so I pushed my head down on his cock so he would explode into my throat. Condor kept fucking me, harder now with every thrust and I felt my own body tighten and seize.

I knew what was coming.

All at the same time, Sam exploded into my mouth, Condor shot his load into my ass, and I seized with a full body orgasm that shook me to the core of my soul.