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Next Time Ch. 02

By: First_time_bi



Mr. Richards led me to his private elevator. As we descended to the garage, he handed me his cell phone. "Call your office, tell them you landed the account and that they'll receive the contracts next week." Mr. Richards pushed against me and pinned me to the side of the elevator as I dialed the phone. I felt his cock hardening against my ass as my assistant answered the phone.

"Cindy, this is Matt, is Andrew there?" The line went silent for a few moments.

"Matt? How did it go?"

"We closed the Richards account. We still have a few details to iron out, but we'll have the contract next week." I heard a zipper unzip. My god, could he be hard again?

"Well done Matt. Have a great weekend and congratulations." I disconnected the call and pushed my ass back against his cock. 

He held me for a moment, and leaned over and whispered in my ear, "Matt is such a masculine name for a sissy, don't you think?" I nodded, ready to agree to anything he said. "I think I'll call you Maria from now on."

I moaned, loving the name, ready to be his Maria, ready to be anything for him. The elevator arrived in the basement. He quickly zipped, took me by the arm and led me to his black Mercedes CL600, with dark tinted windows. The gentleman that he is, he opened the door for me, then went around and climbed in the driver's seat.

"I have a surprise for you tonight, Maria," he said, grabbing my hand and pulling it to his lap. I sat, with my head on his shoulder, playing with his hardening cock as we left the city and began driving up into the foothills of the Rockies. After about 30 minutes, we pulled into the driveway of a beautiful estate. I got out of the car, transfixed by the lights of Denver below me and the outline of the mountains above me. He led me by the arm to the front door which opened as we approached.

A beautiful lady, with shoulder length red hair, rushed outside and threw her arms around Mr. Richards, kissing him deeply. "Maria, this is my wife, Heather," he said, disengaging himself from the kiss. We entered the massive house. Heather closed the door behind us and immediately sank to her knees in front of her husband. Without thinking, I kneeled beside her.

"That's how I like my girls," he said, caressing our heads. "Tonight, Maria, as I said, I have a special surprise for you and will need your assistance." I gazed up at him, ready to do anything for him. "At 8:00, Congressman Reinhart will be joining us for drinks before dinner. We are in the running for a very large contract with the government and the Congressman is a key decision maker. I also happen to know that he has a special fondness for girls like you."

This was all happening too fast. I opened my mouth to start to protest, but he held his hand up, immediately silencing me. "I understand that you might think this is too much, but I also know your true nature. Heather is going to take you upstairs and help you get ready." He turned to Heather. "I expect you both to be ready by 7:45."

Heather took my hand and led me up the grand staircase to the second floor. She led me to a cavernous marble bathroom. I stood in the middle as she went to the tub and turned the water on. After checking the temperature with her hand, she turned back to me and in a friendly, but no nonsense voice said, "Well, come on Maria, we have a lot to do and not much time...strip."

With no other options, I began to remove my clothes. Heather stood and watched as I got down to my panties. She came to me, running her hands up and down my body. "Such a nice, thin, feminine body. You are going to look so hot." She slid her hand and cupped my cock and balls through the panties. "It feels like you had some fun today." She leaned in, licked my ear and whispered, "Did you like my husband's thick cock inside you?" I moaned, and she giggled. She turned back to the tub and began adding to it from different bottles. "Off with those panties and get in the tub."

I was confused when she handed me a shower cap, but put it on as instructed. I slipped into the hot tub. It smelled of jasmine and lavender. I felt my masculinity slipping further and further from my mind as I reveled in the feminine environment. She took a loofa and carefully washed my entire body, paying particular attention to my cock, balls and ass. I gasped when I saw my body hair come away with the loofa. "How the hell am I going to explain this," I wondered, then quickly forgot anything but the feeling of Heather slowly but steadily inserting a finger into my ass.

I gazed into her eyes as she had me lift out of the tub. She soaped two fingers and pushed them into my still stretched ass. A moan escaped from my lips as she began to slowly pump them in and out.

"Mmmm, do you like that Maria?" She pushed her fingers all the way in, pressing against my prostate. I felt my cock cock pulse and was ready to explode when she just as quickly pulled out.

"There will be time for that later," she said and smiled. She reached down and helped me out of the tub. I stood with weak knees as she carefully dried and then powdered me with a soft aromatic talc. 

"Come. We don't have much time and we've a lot of work to do." She led me to her bedroom and started rummaging through her drawers, occasionally tossing an item onto the bed. I stood there, naked, aroused and not quite sure what I had gotten myself into.

"So...Heather," I started my awkward attempt at conversation, somehow hoping to bring some sense of normalcy to this situation. "How did you and Mr. Richards meet?"

She turned, pushed me back on the bed, and began to slide a pair of pink panties up my legs. "Well, Maria, I was in sales and he was my customer...not too different from you." She pulled me up and stood back to assess me. Shaking her head, she pushed me back and pulled off the panties, replacing them with a white lacy pair. Again, she pulled me up. "Oh, those are so beautiful on you. The contrast against your tan is exquisite."

She found a matching garter and stockings and asked me to put them on. As she went back to rummaging, I slid the stockings on, and then the garter belt. I was fumbling with the snaps when she returned. "Here, let me help."

She quickly snapped the stockings onto the garter belt and asked me to turn around. When I complied, she quickly fastened a bra on me. She turned me again and slipped two breast forms into the cups. Standing back, she smiled. "You look delicious." She checked her watch and hurried into the closet, returning with a blonde wig and a short white dress. She fixed the wig into place, helped me into the dress and led me to her makeup table. She sat me facing away from the mirror and began to work. I cried out a few times as she plucked my eyebrows, but she quieted me with a "Don't be such a sissy," then laughed at her irony.

Twenty minutes later she stopped and stood back to appraise her work. Another beautiful smile told me she was pleased. "Are you ready to see the new you, Maria?" I nodded, unsure, eager, excited, and nervous. She spun the chair towards the mirror and I saw two of the most beautiful women staring back at me. I reached up to touch my face, not quite believing that it was really me. She gently slapped my hand away, whispering, "Don't touch, you'll smudge your makeup."

She leaned down and gently kissed me. "You are beautiful Maria. You will make my husband so proud tonight." She found a pair of 3" heels that would fit me and helped me around the room as I tried to look graceful. "Heels push your ass up and make you look so fuckable. We'll work up to some 6" heels, but I think for your first time, these will be sufficient."

We heard the doorbell from downstairs. I glanced anxiously at the clock and noticed that it was five past eight. "We're late," I said, nervously, not wanting to disappoint Mr. Richards. 

"Relax, Maria. Let the men talk and then we'll make our grand entrance." She reached into a drawer and pulled out a joint. She lit it and passed it to me. I heard a voice from the old me say, "I don't smoke. I get tested at work."

She laughed, "Maria, I don't think you have to worry about that anymore." She handed me the joint and I took a deep drag, holding the smoke in until it burned my lungs. I coughed it up and looked at her sheepishly, "It's been awhile."

We passed the joint back and forth. When it was out, she lit two cigarettes and handed one to me. The voice started to protest, but the new Maria quelled it. I took the long, thin feminine cigarette and tried to seductively inhale.

"Oh shit, I forgot your nails. We don't have time to paint them, we'll have to apply some fakes."

She plastered a new painted nail, the same shade as my lipstick on each finger. She checked her watch. "We have to go down now. Just try not to touch anything for 20 minutes or so." I nodded nervously. "She gently kissed me again. Maria, you are beautiful. There is nothing to be nervous about. From now on, you will have everything you've ever wanted. Powerful men who will take you, weak men who will desire you, women who will be envious of you. You are starting on a whole new life."

I stood and followed her out the bedroom door. Downstairs, I could hear muffled voices and an occasional laugh. We walked down the stairs arm in arm. When we arrived in the parlor, both men stopped talking and stared. Heather confidently walked into the room, kissed Mr. Richards and said, "Gentlemen, may I present Maria." 

"Maria, you are absolutely stunning," said Mr. Richards, kissing my hand. I smiled and moved to Congressman Reinhart.

"Good evening, Congressman." I smiled and offered my cheek for a kiss, deciding to play coy.

"Maria, you are absolutely delightful," he said, kissing my cheek. 

"Thank you Sir." Maria handed me a cosmopolitan and I took the opportunity to appraise the Congressman. He appeared to be in his mid-50's, with dark graying hair and a solid muscular physique under his tailored clothing. I surprised myself by lowering my eyes to his crotch and found a nice bulge forming. As I looked back up, I noticed he was watching me. He smiled and I blushed.

"Come," said Mr. Richards, "Since you ladies took so long to get ready, we have to leave for dinner. The limo is outside waiting." 

Congressman Reinhart took me by the arm and led me out the door to the waiting limo. He opened the door himself and held my hand as I settled in. I moved to the furthest seat and the Congressman moved to sit beside me.

"Congressman, how often do you get to Colorado? I asked, nervously making small talk.

"Not nearly often enough," he responded, undressing me with his eyes. "and please, my name is Michael." Mr. Richards and Heather got into the limo. I leaned back as the car pulled away, my hand wrapped in Michael's and sitting in his lap.

"I see you two are getting along," Mr. Richards said. "I imagine that you are a bit nervous going out tonight, Maria, but we are going to my private club. It is very exclusive and you will be treated like a princess."

"I trust you, Sir."

The ride lasted about twenty minutes. I had eased myself closer to Michael, feeling his strength and inhaling his masculine scent. I felt my cock harden, but thankfully it was tucked safely away.

Dinner was fabulous and as Mr. Richards promised, I was treated like a princess. The dining room of the club was paneled in dark wood. A small dance floor was placed in a corner and a string quartet was beginning to play. Michael reached for my hand, "Would you care to dance, Maria?"

I looked to Heather, who nodded. I smiled at Michael and let him lead me to the dance floor. He held me close as we swayed to the music. I placed my arms around his neck and gazed into his blue eyes. Before I knew what was happening, he leaned down and gently but insistently kissed me. I opened my mouth to him, wanting more than anything to please him. I felt his cock harden against me as his tongue danced along my lips and then slid into my waiting mouth, possessing me.

As the song ended, he led me off the dance floor and back to the table. His hand grazed my thigh as we finished our drinks. I leaned on his shoulder and slipped my hand onto his leg, softly rubbing circles moving ever closer to the now very apparent bulge. Heather smiled at me knowingly. Mr. Richards indicated that we were ready for the car. I left the club on Michael's arm.

Once in the limo, we began to kiss passionately. His hands slipped down to my ass, sliding under my dress and caressing me through my panties. I melded my body to his as our tongues danced, mine submissively ceding control to his. I stopped when I heard Heather clear her throat.

I pulled back from our kiss and looked at Heather. She had her hand inside Mr. Richards pants. Heather simply said, "Maria, isn't it time you thanked Congressman Reinhart for such a wonderful evening?" She looked at me knowingly. I looked down, knowing what was expected of me, but shy in front of any audience.

"Go on Maria, ask him for permission"

I gazed into Michael's eyes. "Sir, may I please suck your cock?"

Michael kiss me gently. "Maria, I've been waiting to hear that all night."

I slid to the floor of the limo. My dress bunched up, leaving my ass in plain view. I slowly unbuttoned and unzipped Michael's pants. His raised his hips and I slowly pulled his pants and underwear off, revealing his hard 7" cock and smooth shaven balls. A small moan escaped my lips as I saw the precum glistening on the head. I leaned in and softly bathed his cockhead with my tongue, eager to taste him. The flavor of his precum exploded on my taste buds. My mouth salivated as I took him in my mouth for the first time.

I gently rubbed his large balls with both hands as my mouth sank deeper onto his manhood. I felt him pressing against the back of my throat and tried to relax. I managed to take him in for a few seconds before pulling back to catch my breath. I relaxed again and slowly impaled my mouth on his cock. I felt him pulsing in my throat and could hear as if from miles away, his soft moans of pleasure. "Oh Maria, that feels so good." His hands reached the back of my head and slowly pulled me off, then insistently pushed me back down his hard cock. He held my head and slowly fucked my face. Each time he pulled me back, I ran my tongue all along the the underside of his cock, milking the precum out of him.

I felt a sudden coolness on my ass as my panties were removed. Soft hands spread my cheeks and a tongue gently but firmly pressed against my little asshole. Michael removed his hands and I slipped his cock out of my mouth. I slightly turned and was surprised to see Mr. Richards still sitting and Heather on her knees rimming my ass. She stroked my hard cock as she delved deeper into me. I moaned and wiggled my ass back in her face before returning my attention to Michael.

I licked and kissed my way down his shaft and took each ball into my mouth, reveling in the scent of sweat and soap. I kissed my way back up. He held his cock in his hand and as I opened my mouth, he plunged forward. His hands found my head again and he quickly used my mouth, pulling me up and down, using me for his pleasure. I gently squeezed his balls as I felt his body tense. He pulled me off his cock and began to quickly stroke himself. I kept my face directly at his cock as he shivered and exploded across my face. The first shot crossed my eyes before he took better aim and shot the remainder of his load into my mouth. I took him back in my mouth, eagerly sucking to get every drop.

"Don't swallow Marie," Heather said, leaving my ass and coming up next to me. I milked Michael's cock softly, knowing that he was probably very sensitive. I looked up in his eyes and saw the pleasure etched across his face. There was something more...fondness, desire, whatever it was I knew that I wanted to be looked at like that for the rest of my life. Heather turned to me and licked my face clean of cum. She brought her mouth to mine and we shared the wonderful gift that Michael had given me.

I sat back on the seat. Michael pulled me towards him and kissed me slowly, sensually. I leaned my head against his chest, feeling his heartbeat slow and his body relax.

My life had changed so quickly and somewhere inside, I knew that I could never go back. As I felt my man next to me, desiring me, loving me, I knew I could never go back.

Next Time Ch. 03



When we arrived back at the house, Heather took me by the hand and we went upstairs to the master bathroom to freshen up. As soon as the door was closed behind us, she took me in her arms and began kissing me.

"Maria, that was so sexy, watching you suck Michael's cock. Did you like it?" I smiled and shyly nodded.

"He wants you Maria. He wants to keep you for himself."

"But," I started to cry, "I have a life, I'm married."

"Shhhh," she hugged me close, "We'll worry about all of that tomorrow. Tonight, we have our men to take care of. There is nothing more important that taking care of your man."

Heather helped me with my makeup, then fixed her own. She lightly kissed me once, then said, "Are you ready?" I nodded, tears still stinging my eyes.

She took my hand and led me downstairs. Our men were in the rec room. Mr. Richards was racking up a set of pool balls while Michael examined the assorted cues for weight and straightness. Their eyes brightened as we entered the room. Heather went to Mr. Richards and I to Michael.

"Hello ladies, we were just getting ready to play some eight ball. Care to join us?" I kissed Michael and said, "Sure." Then I eyed the tray of martinis that they had made up. I took a drink, handed it Michael and then took another for myself. We played against Heather and Richard and due to my ineptitude, quickly lost.

"I have an idea," Michael said, starting to rack the balls again, "Let's play guys against girls. The losers have to obey the winners for the rest of the evening." Heather and I both quickly agreed, knowing that even if we were winning, we would find a way to lose.

Sure enough, Heather got on a roll and was about to clear the table, when she scratched. Michael sunk a couple of balls before missing. It was my turn. Michael stood close behind me as I bent over to line up my shot. I could feel his cock pressing into my ass. I moaned and wiggled my ass against him, then took my shot. I sunk the eight ball, losing the game for us.

Heather came to stand beside me. "What can we do for you?"

Mr. Richards and Michael settled on the sofa. "First, please refresh our drinks." Heather and I gathered their glasses and made a new batch of martinis. When I set Michael's drink on the table, I bent over, allowing my dress to ride up my thighs. Michael didn't miss the opportunity and quickly slid his hand to the top of my stockings, teasing the bottom of my ass.

"Now, I think you girls should put on a show for us," Mr. Richards said, leaning back and taking a sip on his drink. 

Heather turned to me and held my hands. We faced each other, bodies slightly touching. Her perfume filled my senses and either from the alcohol or her closeness, I felt myself swoon. Before tonight, I couldn't even imagine using the word swoon. Heather wrapped her arms around me, holding me up and pulling me closer. She softly kissed my lips. I felt her tongue flick out of her mouth, looking for access into mine.

I parted my lips and soon we were passionately making out in front of our men. Heather, always in charge, at least of me, led me to the pool table. The men both stood and helped us onto the table. We began to kiss again, our hands roamed each other's body. Whenever my hand neared her pussy, she stopped me and refocused my attention elsewhere.

She slipped the straps of my dress off my shoulder and started planting kisses down my chest. She removed my bra and I covered myself, ashamed of my obvious lack of female endowment. Heather pulled my hands away, and whispered, "You're beautiful." I relaxed a bit as Heather began to suck and lightly bite my nipples.

My hands had moved to her shoulders and slipped the straps off as well. Her bra was bursting and I could see her hard nipples poking through the material. I fumbled with the clasp in back and after a few tries, felt it release. Her beautiful tits fell out in my face. Her pick nipples stood erect and I immediately noticed that she had no tan lines. Heather took my head in her hands and guided my mouth to her right nipple. I sucked it into my mouth, savoring the slightly salty taste mixing with her perfume.

I switched back and forth between her nipples. Heather's head fell back and she let out a long low moan. With Heather preoccupied, I slipped my hand down her silky body. I pulled up her dress until my hand rested on her panty covered crotch. I almost pulled my hand away when I realized that instead of a pussy, she had a cock. A cock that felt very large and very eager to be released.

I looked up at Heather and found her smiling back at me. "You asked me how I met my husband and I told you I was a sales rep just like you. Well, I was just like you."

I smiled and immediately felt a sense of contentment and security, knowing that this gorgeous woman in front of me had gone through exactly what I was going through now. Heather appeared to understand this completely. I looked back up at her. She nodded and placed her hand on my head, gently urging me forward. I kissed all over her panty covered cock, then ran my tongue along the border of the panties and her inner thigh. Her body jumped as I made contact with her skin.

Our men were now standing naked beside the pool table, cocks in hand, but I was in my own little world. I had found a soul mate and I wanted to show her how I felt. I used both hands to ease her panties down. Her cock literally jumped out at me and I was surprised to see that it was larger than either of the other two cocks I had had that night.

I nuzzled her cleanly shaven balls, inhaling her scent. I gently bathed each ball with my tongue, eliciting another moan from her. My hand, as if under it's own free will, reached up and slowly stroked her long, thick cock. I took each ball in my mouth and then sucked both of them in at once. My mouth was full of her scrotum and I loved the feeling of the soft skin being massaged by my hot mouth. She obviously felt the same as she began to buck her hips, forcing my hand up and down her cock.

I carefully removed my mouth from her sac and began to slowly work my way up her stiff rod. My tongue was plastered to the underside of her cock, but when I reached the tip, I paused, just gently licking her and watching as her cock throbbed and jumped against my touch. I suddenly love the feeling of control I had. I controlled her pleasure and I reveled in prolonging it for as long as possible.

Still gently licking, I reached down and began to lightly touch her just beneath her balls, moving my fingers in circles ever closer to her hole. When my middle finger was finally resting a top her opening, I noticed that she was already lubed, obviously well prepared for the the night held. As I slowly inserted myself into her, I simultaneously slid my mouth over the tip of her cock. I began a slow rhythm, inserting my finger as my mouth stretched to accommodate her girth.

"Please..." she gasped, "Use another finger in me." I slid another finger next to the first and penetrated as deeply as I could. I felt something solid and the scream that emanated from her told me that I had found her prostate. I keep my fingers in her, rubbing her gland as I began to bob my head up and down, faster and faster. Her body tensed, then relaxed, then tensed again. She held my head on her cock and with an intense shudder, she unloaded herself into my mouth. I kept the pressure on her prostate, milking every ounce of cum from her. I slowly my sucking, just keeping her softening cock in my mouth.

When I was positive she was finished, I moved back up and held her face in my hands. Looking deeply in her eyes, I lowered my mouth to hers. We met in a deep kiss, sharing and savoring her cum until it was gone. We lay on the pool table side by side, still lost in our own world, until I heard a throat clearing. We both looked up at our men.

"That was the sexiest thing that I have ever seen," said Michael, reaching for my hand. He maneuvered me until my ass was resting on the edge of the table. I lifted my legs for him and he quickly pulled my panties off. Kneeling down, his stiff coarse towards urgently began to invade my ass. He pushed himself into me and licked all along my rim. I was moaning like a little sissy at this point. Precum had begun to pool on my stomach.

Michael stood and lifted my legs to his shoulders. He positioned his engorged cock at the entrance to my little hole and with one swift motion, buried himself inside me. I screamed and immediately began to cry from the pain, but he didn't stop. He pulled back out and slammed himself into me just as forcefully. I couldn't understand why this man, who had been so sweet to me, was suddenly completely disregarding the fact that I was in pain.

I felt a movement beside me and there was Heather, my angel. She kissed me and whispered to me. "Don't be scared. Michael is a good man, but sometimes men have these urges and being nice and gentle just doesn't satisfy them. Let him fuck you, let him use you. You're here for his pleasure. Remember, you're just a sissy and your first boyfriend is one of the most powerful men in the country."

I felt myself relax at her words and concentrated on relaxing my ass to give my man complete access. I began to push back a bit each time he thrusted into me. Soon I was meeting him halfway, my pain forgotten and just the lovely feeling of fullness and the extra stab of pleasure each time he bottomed out in me.

I looked to my side and saw that Heather was now in the same position, with Mr. Richards cock buried deep inside her. My hand reached for hers and we held each other as our men used us. I felt Michael's cock grow and without warning his cum bathed my insides. He kept his cock moving in and out, using his cum as lubricant, until he started to soften. He collapsed on top of me, his cock still held by my anal ring. He kissed me deeply.

"That was the most amazing fuck I've ever had," he gasped. I loved the feeling of his weight on me, pinning me down, making me his. We looked to our side and saw that Mr. Richards was almost there, pumping Heather's ass faster and faster. Heather's cock was hard again. Mr. Richards buried himself deep and with a long moan began to cum. At the same moment, Heather's cock erupted, showering her, Michael and me with her cum.

Michael slid off me and to my astonishment, took my cock in his mouth. I had been building up all day. He took me all the way down his throat several times, then pulled off and began stroking me. On the fifth stroke, I tensed. Michael aimed my cock at Heather's tits and I erupted all over them. After taking a few moments to recover, I turned to my side and began to lick my juices off her. When I had cleaned her completely, I leaned in for another kiss. This time we shared my cum until it was gone.

Mr. Richards kissed me on the cheek. "Maria, you were wonderful tonight. I can't thank you enough."

"I'm glad I could help, Mr. Richards."

"We have a problem though. I don't see how it will be possible for you to return to your old life. First of all, the Congressman has expressed interest in having you available to him at any time."

"Mr. Richards. I have a job. I have a wife. How will I explain this to them?"

"Maria, my dear, Heather was once in the same position you are now facing. We won't force you to do anything you don't want to do. But you know as I know, your true nature has been exposed this weekend and things like this don't easily go back in the closet. If you choose to leave, you will have your contract, which I assume will be very lucrative for you. If you stay, I can promise you that every dream you've ever had will come true. I will transform you as I transformed Heather. You and she definitely share a special bond and you will have all the time you need to explore and expand that bond."

I nodded, unsure of what to say.

"The Congressman is going back to the city tonight. Why don't you and Heather go to bed and talk about it. Sleep on it. You can give me your answer in the morning."

He kissed me once again. Heather rose, took my hand, and led me to her bed.



Next Time Ch. 04



Author's Note: This is a continuation of a story I started years ago. I would recommend going back and reading First Time Bi and the Next Time series. I stopped writing for a period of time but felt that these stories deserved to be continued. I hope you enjoy. 

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Part 1 

I awoke, unsure for a moment where I was. I first noticed the big feather pillows and then the breasts that were pressed up against my back. The night came back to me...Heather, her beautiful body, her beautiful cock, Mr. Richards, Michael. I moaned slightly and pushed against Heather, loving the feel of her hard nipples on my back, then noticing that her hardening cock was pressing against my ass. 

I slide a hand down my side, grasping my ass cheek and pulling it up, opening myself up to her. Heather shifted in her sleep and I moved with her until I could feel her cock pressing against my hole. Still slightly wet from last night and with the help of the pre-cum covering the head of her cock, I pushed back and felt her fill me. Immediately, I felt her hands pull me closer. Her tongue teased my ear and she pushed herself into me. "I hope this means you made a decision," she whispered, pulling out, then pushing herself deep into my ass. 

She pulled out and rolled me onto my back. "Please tell me you're staying?" She knelt above, slowly licking her hand, then using it to re-lube her cock. 

"Before I met you and Mr. Richards, I would've never imagined doing what I did last night...now I can't imagine never doing again." 

"That makes me so happy, Maria." She paused as I lifted my legs. She pressed against my hole and I opened up to her as if she were made for me. "You've made the right decision," she whispered as her length slowly, insistently impaled me. 

I pulled her ass until she bottomed out in me. My lips ravished her nipples. The mix of emotions in me brought tears to my eyes. Need, desire, contentment and jealousy of her perfect womanly body. 

Heather fucked me with long slow strokes. I continued to suck on her nipples and pull her closer to me. I felt her pace pick up, her cock swelling inside me, until, with one last push, she stayed inside me. I felt her cock pulsing and my ass quivered on her shaft as she shot her seed inside me. She collapsed on top of me, my hard cock sandwiched between us. I breathed in her essence, reveling in her femininity and oh so apparent masculinity. 

Heather and I showered together and after dressing in matching red silk robes, we walked hand in hand down stairs and met Mr. Richards at the breakfast table. Heather kissed one cheek and I kissed the other and we sat on either side of him. 

"Did you sleep well last night?" he asked. 

Heather moaned slightly, "I loved sleeping next to her, Sir. And what a way to wake up." 

He smiled, "How about you Maria?" 

"I don't think I've ever slept so soundly in my life, Sir." 

"Did you have a chance to think about your future?" 

"Yes Sir." I paused, maybe learning how to give a little dramatic effect. "I know that I have never felt like I felt last night. Desired, needed, submissive, ready to please my man. It is as if you looked into my soul, knew my deepest desires and made them come true. I don't know how you can make this reality, but I know that I never want to go back." 

"Perfect. Let me worry about the details. You will have a lot of changes over the next few weeks. Changes that you are going to love. Changes that will make you into the woman you were meant to be." He motioned me to approach him. I stood next to him and he turned his chair slightly. I glanced down, seeing that he was only wearing a pair of silk boxer shorts. The outline of his hardening cock made me swoon. "Go ahead, Maria" 

I knelt in front of him, running my hand along the outline of his cock, feeling the smoothness of the silk in contrast with the steel encased inside it. I felt his balls, full and ready. Holding them in my hand, I kissed the tip of his cock through the silk, running my tongue along the head. The silk darkened with my saliva and his pre-cum. I gently sucked his essence out of the fabric, then eased the boxers down his legs. I felt a tremor run through my body as I leaned in and took him in my mouth. 

I could hear them talking at the table, but the voices seemed miles away. My world was in front of me. I ran my tongue along the shaft, down to his balls, taking each one gently in my mouth, savoring the muskiness and the fullness, hoping to coax a treat from them. Working my way back to the head, I was tempted to lick the pre-cum from the tip, but instead coaxed more from him, until the tip was glistening. 

I was determined to take him all the way, hoping the pre-cum would lubricate his entrance into my throat. I opened my lips and began my slow slide down on that magnificent cock. My tongue teased as I took him. I felt the pressure at the back of my throat, but pushed through and felt his cock enter my throat. I swallowed and heard his voice from miles away. "Mmmmm, Heather, she just took it all." 

I felt some movement, and glanced up to see Heather staring down at me, the cock still lodged in my throat. I felt lightheaded, but her smile made me stay down for a moment longer. I pulled off, my saliva covering his cock, then immediately plunged back down, through the barrier and into my throat. I felt Heather's hand on my head as I moved up and down. I felt him tense, but wanted to taste him. I pulled up until just the head was in my mouth and sucked his head, his balls cradled in my hand. He tensed again and exploded in my mouth. I kept him in my mouth as his body relaxed. 

I looked up at Heather, who had tears in her eyes. I held his cum in my mouth, felt him covering my lips. I reached up and pulled Heather's face to mine. Her tongue flicked out, capturing the cum on my lips, before our mouths met and her tongue snaked into mine. We kissed, sharing his cum until it was gone. I, then, primly stood and sat back in my chair. Mr. Richards smiled and leaned over to kiss me. 

"I have some work to do on your future, Maria. The first step for you is to work with Heather. She will start you on your diet and exercise routine to slim you down. You will also be starting a routine of hormones designed to make you more feminine. It is a special blend we use that will leave you able to function...although I don't think you will be doing much penetrating in the future." 

"Yes Sir." 

"I will have a plan laid out for you. It will put your mind at ease and take care of every aspect of your old life." 

"Yes Sir, I trust you." 

"I know you do Sweetheart," he kissed my forehead, sending shivers once again through my body. "You've made the right decision. Nothing will ever be the same for you again. You'll want for nothing." 

The next few weeks were a blur. I slept alone most nights with Heather waking me in the morning for our morning workout. We did cardio together and light weights. Heather explained that we didn't want big manly muscles. The hormones should take care of that, but we wanted to make sure. My diet changed and weight dropped off me. The weight I did retain was starting to redistribute. My ass got rounder, my breasts fuller and my nipples were constantly erect and aching. 

I didn't see much of Mr. Richards during this time. I knew he was busy with work and with working out my life. Heather and I exercised in the morning, tanned in the afternoon and then exercised once again in the late afternoon. 

"Your only responsibility now is making sure you look good for your man," Heather explained. This knowledge lifted a weight off me, a weight that had been there from childhood. A man has to be successful, has to provide for his family. I felt those pressures all my life, but now they were just lifted away. 

One day, about six weeks into my stay, Heather took me out to a salon and had my hair and makeup down. My hair had grown and now was at my shoulders. I sat in the chair as the stylist worked on me. Heather sat next to me, holding my hand. "I want you to look perfect tonight, because tomorrow is a very special day for you." 

"What's going to happen tomorrow?" 

"It's a surprise, but trust me, you'll love it." 

The stylist finished working on my hair and the beautician took over, making me up. Heather's hand slid up my thigh, teasing my cock through my red lace panties, hidden from everyone by the gown draped over me. Almost everyone anyway. I saw the beautician glance down at Heather's hand under the gown. She smiled and I thought I heard a small moan escape her lips. 

"You look so beautiful," Heather whispered in my ear, "Are you ready to see yourself?" 

I nodded as she turned me towards the mirror. I was stunned. While I thought I was a pretty woman, the woman staring back at me was a goddess. My hair, highlighted with blond streaks, flowed over my shoulders. My makeup was perfect. My eyes smoldered and my lips shone with deep red lipstick and gloss that I couldn't help imagining being spread over the head of a big cock. 

Heather sensed my thought and whispered, "It's smudge proof, you little slut." 

My God Heather, I'm so beautiful," I gushed, still not believing that the woman staring back at me was me. 

She kissed my cheek. "Yes, you are. Now you know what my husband saw in you." 

Part 2 

"What time is it?" I asked, trying to figure out why I was being roused in what appeared to be the middle of the night. 

"4 am," Heather said. She pulled the covers off me. "Get up, it's time for your surprise." 

Heather watched as I began to dress. "No need for anything fancy today, honey. Just put on some sweats. Nick is waiting for us in the car?" 

"What's going on, Heather? Why does Nick have to drive us?" 

"It is a very important day. Mr. Richards wants to make sure that you are well attended to." 

I gave up trying to find out what she had up her sleeve. I dressed in gray sweats and a Denver Broncos jersey. #18, Peyton Manning, I thought, though it hardly seemed important anymore. 

Nick held the rear door open for us. Heather slide across the seat and I sat down next to her. Nick started down the mountain towards Denver. Traffic was still light this early in morning and just before 5 am, we pulled into a parking lot. The names of a number of medical establishments were listed on the sign out front. 

Nick parked and opened the door for us. Heather led me by the hand through a door marked, Steven Jeffries, plastic surgeon. Nick followed us in and locked the door behind him. "What are we doing here, Heather?" I asked, my voice tinged with excitement, because I could think of only one reason for me to visit a plastic surgeon. 

Before she could answer, a nurse appeared in the office doorway. "Right this way, the doctor will see you now." Heather and I followed the nurse down the hallway and opened a door at the end. The office had a large mahogany desk and was paneled in dark wood. It was a very masculine room and had the effect of making me feel very feminine. 

"Maria, Heather, come in." Dr. Jeffries stood from behind his desk. He was a tall man, early 40s, with dark hair and eyes. Someone, thought Maria, who made you want to strip and get on your knees in front of. 

"Maria, did Heather explain to you the reason for your visit?" 

I shook my head, not trusting my voice. 

"Mr. Richards has retained my services, Maria, to perform a surgery to give you breasts. He informed me that you must give your consent, but he felt that this was something that you were eager to do." 

I nodded. 

"I'm sorry, Maria, but I need your vocal consent and of course written consent, but we can get to that shortly." 

"Yes, Doctor, I would love to have breasts." 

"Very good. Mr. Richards took the liberty of sending pictures to me, along with your measurements. If you could step over here to the computer, I can show you what I've come up with." 

Dr. Jeffries pulled up a file called Maria on the computer. "With your body type, in my professional opinion, you should have no smaller than 36Cs." He clicked a mouse and my picture filled the screen. A couple more clicks and all of a sudden, I had breasts. Nice and firm with the nipples erect. 

"What do you think?" 

I moaned slightly, "I...I love them. When will I get them?" 

"Why today of course. The surgery shouldn't take more than an hour or two. We brought you in at this early hour to complete your surgery before my regular office hours." 

"I can't believe this is happening...Let's do this." 

"I will have Sharon prep you for surgery. I just need a couple signatures from you and we will be ready to go." 

I signed the documents without reading them, then followed Sharon out of the office. She undressed me and redressed me in a blue gown and had me lay on a gurney. 

"Are you ready, sweetheart?" she asked. I nodded my head and she wheeled me out of the prep room. Heather was standing in the hallway. I held my hand up and grasped Heather's. She leaned towards me. 

"Thank you," I said, "I love you...for this...for everything...I just...I just love you." 

Sharon wheeled me away into the operating room. 

Part 3 

"The doctor says you have to take it easy for about a week, but after that, the swelling should go down and there shouldn't be much pain." 

"I hope the swelling doesn't all go down..." I was such a comedian. I had no memory of anything after being wheeled away from Heather, but I was back in my bedroom, but feeling no pain, probably from the Vicodin that Heather had just given me. My torso was wrapped and though I longed to see a dramatic difference, the bandages prevented that. 

"You just rest now honey. The doctor said the procedure was a complete success. One of his best ever. I sure hope that he is including me as one of those best." 

"How could he not..." I was starting to slur and closed my eyes, feeling at peace. 

After two days in bed, I was ready to be up and about again. Heather wouldn't let me exercise, so I spent my time walking the grounds around the house. The pain had subsided and I felt a tingling in my nipples whenever they brushed against my shirt. 

Two weeks after the surgery, Heather came in my room in the morning. "Are you ready to see them?" She sat me up in bed and began to unwrap the bandaging. "Oh my, they are perfect." Her hand wrapped around my right breast, hefting it with her hand. I jumped at the touch. 

"Did that hurt you?" 

"No, it felt wonderful. I was just surprised." 

"Do you have any pain?" 

"No." 

With that, she leaned forward and took my nipple in her mouth. Her tongue swirled around the edges and then her teeth gently nipped at the tip." 

I jumped and pulled her head closer to me. "Oh Heather...that feels...I don't know if I can even tell you...more please." 

She switched to the the nipple, running her tongue over my firm full breast before flicking the nipple with her tongue. 

"I never knew it could feel like this," I shivered, losing myself in the feelings she was eliciting from me. 

"Come, stand up. Close your eyes." She pulled me towards her and we walked towards a full length mirror. "Okay, now open them." 

My body was perfect. From my beautiful highlighted hair, to my pouty lips, which seemed fuller than the last time I looked. My eyes wandered downward. My breasts, my tits stood proud on my chest. Nipples erect and pushing out. Further down, my stomach tapered, then widened at my hips. My tight, round ass looked delicious in silhouette. Then my cock, smooth and shaved, hanging half erect. I was a goddess. I sensed a movement next to me. 

Heather slid her clothes off and stood next to me. I noticed for the first time that we almost looked like twins. She turned to face me, her nipples pressing against mine. "You are perfect," she said, kissing me softly on the lips. 

"Mr. Richards wants to see you at 4pm. You have a whole new wardrobe in your closet. I'm sure you can find something that he will like." She began to dress. "He will be in the den at 4. Don't be late." 

I have to admit that I spent a good deal of time that afternoon admiring myself in the mirror. Every pose I took, took my breath away. I couldn't believe everything that had happened to me. From straight (or so I thought) married man, to this beautiful woman staring back at me. Over the course of the weeks and months that I had been with Mr. Richards and Heather, I hadn't given much thought to my previous life. Mr. Richards told me he would handle it, and I trusted him. 

I took a bath at 2:00. Scented water, making sure that I was smooth all over. I gazed in awe at my closet. Elegant evening dresses, casual but sexy jeans and tops and some outfits that could only be called slutty. I loved it, but what to wear. 4 pm was too early for an evening dress and I didn't want Mr. Richards to see me for the first time since my surgery in jeans. I chose a black pencil skirt that hugged my new hips and ass. I chose a white blouse with a plunging neckline. My breasts pushed up out of the half bra and no one, neither man nor woman, would be able to look at me without first noticing them. Black stockings and a pair of Manolo Blahnik pumps with 5" heels finished the ensemble. 

At 3:50, I spritzed myself with perfume and left my bedroom. I knocked on the door to the den. 

"Enter." 

Mr. Richards sat on the brown leather sofa, a cigar in one hand and a snifter of brandy in the other. "I know it is early for a brandy, but I felt that this was a special occasion. Please join me." 

I felt like I glided across the room, knowing his eyes were taking me in. I stopped at the bar, poured myself a brandy and walked until I stood in front of him. 

"Please set that down and let me look at you." I set the brandy on a coaster to his side, leaning down so my breasts were near his face. He seemed a bit flustered. I smiled and stood, slowly turning to allow him to take in his creation. I felt his hands caressing my hips and sliding down my ass. I finished my turn and looked him in the eyes. "Thank you Sir...thank you for seeing this in me." 

I leaned over and kissed him softly on the lips. 

"Please Maria, sit next to me. We have much to discuss." 

I sat and he handed me my brandy. I took a sip, then slowly, seductively, lick the brandy from my upper lip. He seemed to pause again. I couldn't believe that this man, this man who owned me would act nervous around me. I knew it wouldn't last, that when he was ready, he would take me and I would let, I would give myself to him as I had before, but this time as a woman. 

"Maria, when you decided to stay here, I told you that I would take care of everything and I have. It is time for you to know exactly how I did that. Your parents are no longer alive and you have no siblings, so that part was easy. As far as work is concerned, I discussed your performance with your previous employer and offered a very generous buyout package for your contract. One that they readily accepted due to the amount and the fact that I signed a five year contract for their services. That leaves your wife, Sarah." 

I fidgeted nervously and took a too big drink of the brandy. I felt my face flush. 

"I contacted Sarah the day you decided to change. I introduced myself and told her that I had hired you and that you were on a special assignment for me and would be out of contact for a considerable amount of time." 

"At first, she was angry and demanded to speak with you. To be frank, the only way that I could remedy the situation at the time was to place a large sum of money in her bank account. I have to say that she definitely missed you, but as we began speaking over the course of a number of weeks, I realized that she missed your companionship, but she was keeping herself busy." 

I nodded, unsure of what to say. 




Next Time Ch. 04



"Do you have any idea of how she was keeping herself busy, Maria?" 

I knew, but couldn't answer. 

"I know that you know and I'm sure that you suspected it long before you came here. Your wife is an attractive woman, a very attractive woman, and you never really could satisfy her as Matt, now could you?" 

I shook my head, tears beginning to form in my eyes. I felt loss, maybe a brief hint of betrayal, until I realized how hypocritical that was. I wanted Sarah to be happy. I wanted her to find the right man for her as I had found for myself. Mostly I cried for what I couldn't give her and now, would never be able to. 

Mr. Richards placed his hand on my knee, softly rubbing it, pushing my skirt a little higher. "Why are you crying Maria? She is happy now. She is wealthy, she is young and sexy and she has the opportunity to find what you have found." 

I sniffed back my tears. "I know, Sir. It's just all of these emotions are flowing through me. I haven't quite figured out how to deal with them." 

"Why are you here, Maria?" 

"To please and serve you Sir." 

"That's right. So what would be the best way to put these silly feelings out of your mind?" His hand reached above my stocking, touching my bare leg, just inches from my cock. I wiped away the tears and glanced down. His cock, beautiful outlined by his slacks, reached down his left leg. I could see the fabric pulsing with the blood flowing through his erection. Without another thought, I slipped off the couch and knelt before him. 

I stared up into his eyes, looking for permission and saw his slight nod. My trembling hands reached out to his knees. I started slowly sliding them up his leg, feeling the hardness and the heat through his pants. I traced the outline of his cock with my manicured finger. My own cock throbbed in rhythm with his. I reach his belt buckle and slowly undid it, then the button and the zipper. He lifted his ass slightly off the couch and in one movement I removed his pants and underwear. All 7 inches of thick pulsing cock stood straight up. 

I looked up into his eyes again. With a small smile on his face, he nodded again. My right hand reached out and grasped his shaft. My red fingernails shone against the pale skin. I softly stroked up and down. I lowered my head, my tongue flicked out of my mouth taking in the smooth skin covering his balls. I took each one in my mouth, rolling my tongue around, savoring the musky flavor that I had missed so much. I moved upward, my hand leading my tongue, pushing pre-cum to the tip of his cock. Unable to wait, I slid my red lips over the tip. The taste of his pre-cum exploded in my mouth and I shivered, knowing the effect I had on him. 

I stopped and pulled back. He looked at me questioningly. I leaned back and began to unbutton my blouse, slowly, seductively. He smiled, watching me intently. I reached behind myself and unclasped my bra, holding it to my breasts, until finally sliding it off, letting him gaze upon his creation. "So beautiful," he whispered. 

I leaned forward again, taking his cock in my hand. I rubbed the head against each of my nipples, which were erect and pulsing. I slid my mouth over his cock again, but not stopping at the head. I went down until he pushed into my throat. I gagged slightly, lubricating his cock with my saliva, then pulled off. I leaned closer, pushing my new breasts together around his cock, sliding slowly up and down, knowing for the first time, that although I was his, I had the power. I had the power to seduce, to please, to love. 

I took him in my mouth again and began to slowly make love to his cock, reveling in each twinge and spasm that racked his body. I didn't notice the knock on the door, but heard his voice. "Come in." 

I started to pull off to see who was arriving, but he held my head in place. "Come in. Please sit. We have much to discuss. Heather, could you please get our guest a drink, and yourself. Come to think of it, I could use a refresher." 

I felt Heather's hand lightly touch my head as she retrieved Mr. Richards' glass. I heard her pouring the drinks and return. I was neglecting my duties, just holding the head of the cock in my mouth, occasionally running my tongue in circles over it. 

"Thank you for making the trip and I'm sorry that you have caught me in, shall I say...in flagrante delicto...I assure you, all will be explained." 

"Sarah," he began. "I gasped and started to pull away, but his hand firmly held my head down. "I promised you that I would explain all. To let you see what became of your husband. Let you see that he is where he belongs." 

"This all began several months ago. Matt arranged a sales call with me to encourage me to become a client of his firm. During that meeting, it became apparent that Matt was, well... he was wearing women's underwear. Being a connoisseur of such things, I immediately noticed it. I let Matt know that if he had any desire to close a deal and any desire to keep his predilections secret, that he would need to give me a blowjob." 

I choked, tried gasping for air, but remained in place, desperately wanting to see Sarah's face. 

"I have to say, he isn't the first person I ordered to give me oral sex, but he was definitely one of the most eager. He was down on his knees in a flash, fishing my sizeable cock out of my pants and gobbling it up like a two dollar whore." He paused. "What do you think of a husband who would so wantonly suck my cock, Sarah?" 

"It honestly doesn't surprise me a bit. I knew that he took my underwear occasionally. I have seen his internet history. I love Matt, but more as a girlfriend. He traveled and I had my companions. He was worthless in bed, except for his tongue. He sure could eat pussy." 

"After the episode in my office, I invited Matt to our home to meet my lovely wife, Heather. Heather is a very special woman in many ways. And this lovely woman, on her knees in front of me, but about to be spanked because of her inability to focus on her task, is Maria. Maria, stand up and say hello." 

I slowly stood, my back to Heather and Sarah. "Maria, turn around and say hello." I began to turn and face my wife. Sarah and Heather sat side by side on the loveseat, a hand on each other's leg, both of them gently caressing the other. 

"Hello Sarah, I'm Maria." I blushed and cast my eyes down. 

"It can't be," I heard her mutter. "Raise your head Maria, look at me." I hesitately. 

"Now Maria!" 

I lifted my head and stared into my wife's eyes for the first time in months. It seemed like the first time ever, the first time she had seen the real me." 

"How can this be? Matt? Oh my God, you're beautiful." 

"Matt realized his true calling and Heather and I offered him an opportunity to discover his, well her real self." 

Sarah stood and stepped in front of me. I had no idea what to expect, a slap, a kick to my balls, but she brought her hand up, tentatively and caressed my right nipple, softly pinching it between her fingers, eliciting a moan from me. 

"You are perfect. Are you?...do you still have..." 

I nodded. Heather stood and stepped beside Sarah. She wrapped her arms around Sarah's waste, pulling Sarah against her. She whispered in her ear, "This is who she is supposed to be." 

I watched Sarah's eyes as she realized what she was feeling behind her. Heather was slowly grinding herself into Sarah's ass. "You too..." Sarah gasped. Heather nodded. 

"It seems that everyone is okay with how things have turned out, but now there is a little matter of punishment. Maria completed neglected her duties and lost focus when you entered the room and for that she needs to be punished. Maria, please take off your skirt." 

I reached behind me and unzipped the skirt, letting it slide to the floor. I was left standing in just my panties, stockings and heels in front of my owner, my lover and my wife. 

"Panties too please." 

I took off my panties, standing, shivering, but not from cold. My shaved cock stood out from my body, a reminder of my previous masculinity. "Maria, lean over the edge of the couch." 

"Sarah, would you like to do the honors." 

She must have nodded, because the next thing I knew her hand was caressing my ass, reaching once between my legs and squeezing my balls hard. 

"You know you have this coming to you. Not just for not focusing, but for all that you put me through...during our marriage and since you've been gone." Her voice had a husky tinge to it. Not anger, but excitement. Her hand came down on my right cheek, harder than I thought she had in her. "Count for me, slut." 

I counted as she continued wailing on my ass. 18...19...20. "I think that's enough, Sarah. Maria, thank your wife for correcting you." 

"Thank you Sarah." 

Mr. Richards motioned me to sit next to him. I snuggled up to his side, breathing in his cologne. "Now where were we?" 

He pushed me slightly down and I went the rest of the way willingly. I took him in my mouth again. I could see Heather and Sarah kissing. Heather was quickly undressing Sarah, kissing each body part revealed. Heather removed Sarah's bra, taking a nipple into her mouth and biting. I saw Sarah tense and heard her moan and I knew she just came. As Sarah's skirt came off, she immediately attacked Heather, pulling her clothes off. She fell to her knees as she removed Heather's panties, gasping at the size of Heather's cock. She immediately fell forward, engulfing Heather...I had the brief thought...she never did that for me...but then refocused on my task. 

"Heather, come here. Sit next to me." Mr. Richards ordered. I slid to the floor to make room for them. Heather sat and Sarah knelt next to me. We stared into each other's eyes, smiled then both turned and took our lovers' cocks into our mouths.