I had been anxious at the thought of a job in the Education Department, at the prospect of seeing Lea again. Six weeks had gone by without sign of her and the dread faded to nonchalance by the time she pulled in a chair beside me at my desk. I took an odd pleasure in calling her Dr. Lee, the crisp formality, the deference. We had dated briefly years and years before, before my transition into a woman. I had broken things off and she knew I regretted it sorely. Now I sat in her outer office on my six hour days. I had taken the job for a year to experiment with being transgender. “Michael,” she smiled. “Or am I talking to someone else now?”
“Nicole.”
“It’s good to have you on board, Nicole.” She slapped me with a file folder at the side of my knees and trotted past.
She ignored me for two weeks straight then, without preamble, sat down beside me one day. She put her hand on my thigh. “Come with me, Nikki. There’s something important in my office. Something I need you to tend to.”
Inside her office, she stripped off her jacket and pulled her skirt up to her waist. She was wearing white stockings with garters. Dr. Lee sat at the on her desk, knees up and feet planted on the wood. “They don’t give you lunch, do they? You must be dying for a little bite of my pussy.” I sat in her desk chair and she tossed her thighs over my back. “Bitch, you are the perfect slut. Stick with me and I’ll help you sleep your way to the top.”
My need to make Dr Lee cum had risen to a panic inside me. I slurped my tongue into her fuck tunnel again and again and again, desperate to draw nectar from her as though it were air itself and I would choke and die with my mouth on her cunt if I didn’t draw forth enough of her silky nectar. And I couldn’t get enough. And I didn’t calm. My tongue swirled about her clit in a frantic blur, pleasing it so her pussy would feed me. Calming after long, long minutes, I bean to provide her pussy with the ministrations it required, kissing and lapping, sucking and probing. I circled my lips and tongue around and around the hole I wanted to make absolutely run with ambrosia. Slowly, I worked out a pattern, a way to lick here, a way to suck there, on each three minute circuit. Ritualistically, I worshipped Dr Lee’s pussy as though performing mass. Flushing in pride that I had become a cunt worshiper, I tasted her vagina’s opening. Slurping and slurping communion from her pussy hole, I began to understand my place with the woman who was becoming my Goddess. And I understood the only commandment of my faith: Dr Lee’s pussy will always remain pleased. “Nicole, dear, you’re going to do that again.” Goddess purred. And so the ritualistic ministrations began again. I could feel my little girl clit, very sensitive and very shriveled in my panties. “I’ll tell you when to stop.” My prayers didn’t strain me overmuch and Goddess’s hands were in my hair, holding my head in place, which let me know her pussy needed to be supplicated. Sometime before my thirtieth trip around her pussy, her hands slipped out of my hair. I whimpered as I sucked up the ambrosia her divine cunt provided me with. “Fix your lipstick,” she said, a hand draped around my neck. “I’ve got to figure out a way to get you out of the office pool. I saw Dr Speckler’s administrative assistant loading toner into her trunk? Did you see her buy a bag from a student. They’ll probably drug test her on your word. Do you make brownies, Nikki? Learn. I’ll give them to her.”
“Why Dr Speckler?”
“He’s chair of the department. But it’s the dean that can make you the departmental secretary.”
“I’ll tend to your pussy again, Dr Lee. Whenever you want. I really enjoyed that but I don’t know why.”
“That’s not all you’ll be doing. Wednesdays and Fridays, I was thinking. I’ll put in a word for with Dr Speckler. Takes initiative to perform desired tasks, eager to perform assigned tasks or to learn desired roles, with no limitations. I don’t trust you to write your own recommendation. You’ll short-sell yourself. I’ll file your report. Buy a bag from one of the students and I’ll see you around three on Friday. Have the brownies.
I was wearing a pin-striped skirt suit on Friday with an azure blouse, pumps, garters, and stockings. I looked “set to conquer the world” according to Dr Lee when she dropped by for the brownies.
“Have you made sure these have kick? Hold onto them until 12:30, then we’ll each have one.” She pulled up a chair and sat beside me, squeezing a hand between my crossed legs. “Nicole, when you were Michael. When you were twenty-four and I was thirty-two. I wanted your ass. Bad. I thought about it so many times.” She dipped her head and smiled, blushing. “So many, many times. And today I’m going to take it. And Nicole? I’m going to take it whenever I want as of now. You have no choice but you’ll reap the benefits. We’ll make you a career here. Myself, Dr Speckler, and others. You’ll be very happy bending over for anyone who wants you. Being the office slut will suit you so beautifully.” She took the small silk rose from the back of my head and my hair swung free. “You want it. It’s obvious by the way you act, and the way you dress. Think of me as your fairy godmother, one with an eleven inch dick. 12:30. Meet me in 215. They’re adding tables as fixtures and taking out the desks. It’s a small auditorium. I told the workers to be out of there by noon today, Stay focused. You do still have to work, just not hard or very well.”
I waited for Dr Lee nervously, rubbing my dick through my skirt. I’d already taken my panties off and rehooked my garters. There was nothing to sit on but the instructor’s chair at the front of the room aside from a pile of prefabbed tabletops. When Dr Lee entered with a large bulge in her skirt, I stood, uncertain. Unconsciously, my hands moved to cup my GG sized breast implants. Dr Lee froze and her jaw dropped slightly. I peeled off my jacket and began massaging them tenderly through my blouse. “I’ve really got a pair of big ones, don’t I Mistress Lea. My hands slid down my hourglass figure, over my twenty-eight inch waist and thirty-six inch hips. I hiked up my skirt and strutted to the back of the room, shaking my ass pronounced but tastefully. “You do want to stuff that monster cock of yours into your sissy’s slut ass? Right, Mistress Lea? You said you wanted it for so long. I know you couldn’t have imagined this, but seeing that bulge in your skirt reminded me of how I can’t help how much I love getting fucked.” Reaching the back of the classroom, I bent over at the waist, planting my hands upon it and spreading my feet as wide as I could to account for the height difference between us. “Lube me up and stuff it in, Mistress Lea,” I said over my shoulder. “Lock the door too. I’m a screamer.”
Mistress pulled a plastic tube and a jar of Vasoline out of her bag. “I want you to buy some of this cramp ointment. No numbing. Looser though so you don’t need to accommodate.” She inserted the nozzle and squired some in me. Mistress then pulled up her skirt which hugged to her waist above her monster thirteen inch strapon. My jaw literally dropped. She only smiled and picked up the vasoline from the floor. Mistress Lea scooped out a wad the size of a golf ball and stuck it to the end of her cock. She parted my cheeks and pushed into me. I groaned, barely hurt at all by the fucking novelty item strapped to her waist. At least it would have been if it wasn’t just a bit shy of being rock hard with enough give that when my slut ass rippled appreciatively at being penetrated, its surface thanked me wonderfully for my sissy cunt fuckhole’s deliciously polite gesture.
Mistress Lea stroked my ass four or five times then pulled out. There was a pause and then I heard the vasoline snap shut and fall to the floor. Dr Lee began to fuck me with long, even, moderately paced strokes. I whined in helpless pleasure, shaking in shame somewhere deep inside me for loving being fucked so much. Mistress put her hands on my waist and increased her tempo. I instinctively let go and she fucked me like a rag doll while I whined a gurgled. Dr Lee’s cock furiously massaged me so fully, so deeply. At the height of each stroke came a split second of pain that made me wince and cry out, adding staccato punctuations to my falsetto wailing. My ass tightened and tightened and tightened farther and farther inside of me. I was talking now, babbling words I didn’t know and couldn’t understand. Mistress smacked my ass and my legs almost gave out but, instead, I began grinding my ass back against her like the wanton sissy I am. I lost all control of myself. Every inhibition was gone. Every door inside me was blown open. I was Dr Lee’s fuck toy and I loved it so much that there is no word for it. To be in that place with her, helpless, screaming with pleasure until my mouth was screaming gibberish that coaleased into, “Dick! Dick! Dick! Dick! Dick! Dick! Mistress!!!” A smack and pain rang out from Dr Lee’s hand spanking me, hard, and my useless girl clit wet the wall with semen and urine. I would have fallen if Mistress Lea hadn’t steadied me. “Yeah,” I mewled lewdly. “Fuck me like that. Fuck me good.” I couldn’t cum for three days after she was through, but I’m getting ahead of myself.
“Nikki,” she said as I was dressing. “I just realized that I didn’t rub your little girl clit once. Do you know how cute it is? I mean, you’ve got a big one, but it isn’t even two inches flacid and all shaved like that, uncircumcized. And all of you is so pale. That dot of red in the ruffled pink. I want to suck it to make it up to you. Mistress Lea surprised me by dropping to her knees before me. I put my hands in her hair, an enormous beautiful coif, but didn’t dare urge her with them. She was so tender, so loving. It was unbearably intense having my uesless girl clit gently suckled at. My penis grew another inch to half its full seven, but it wouldn’t grow more. I felt like I was gagging, millions of lightning flashes of pleasure crawling over my skin into a drone of need that screamed a warning I couldn’t comprehend. Looking down, I pushed her head gently off of me. Her lips stayed around my girl clitty until it popped entirely out of her mouth. She wore a small smile, her eyes closed, and her face a mask of bliss.
“Let me get you Dr Speckler,” Dr Lee said quietly and then opened her eyes. “David? I’m surprised you answered. Susan won’t be with you much longer. I’ve picked someone out and, if you approve of her, I think you’ll enjoy her more. She’s quite friendly. I have he right here if you have a moment.”
“Hello, Dr Speckler. I’m a graduate of this university. No, I understand. I fill my role. I am my function. I tend to a need. An animate ball of energy that gratifies the needs of the institution. Or specifically yours in this case. No, I not one to complain that you’re telling me how to do my job. I’m submissive by nature, if that’s not too much personal information. You can tell me what to do any time. My weakness? I will take the incentive to do things that you might not like or that you could be perfectly okay with. It depends on the dynamic that evolves, I think. Yes, there are a few things. I need forthrightness. I don’t like shyness. And it’s sort of a pet peeve when people take me too seriously. I take it as an insult, frankly. I’m not sure why. And of course, like anyone, I don’t like the word ‘no.’ Okay, I’ll pass you back to Dr Lee.”
Mistress Lea stood in silence for a minute or two. “You sick fuck. She has to buy it?” The phone got dropped in her bag. “Dr Speckler writes learning books for children. He wants you to get a copy of his latest and offer intelligent criticism. Not on the content, but on his writing style. Nikki, I’m sorry.”
“Don’t worry, Mistress, I got this.”
“I’d like to drop by this weekend so you can worship at my pussy, but I think good boundaries are important.”
“Can you think of anything I can wipe the lube out of my ass with?”
Mistress Lea palmed my face. “No. I want you to feel it until you get home. How does it feel?”
I giggled. “It’s humming.”
“I could just eat you, Nicole. The title of the book is, ‘The Lovely Parade.’ Flatter him and get the actual book. He’s giving you a week.”
“I’ll just get a copy from him. Don’t say anything. I know what I’m doing.” I put on my cream miniskirt around my twenty-four inch waist, over my thirty-six inch hips and, neglecting both my bra and the loosely knit shrug that hug that hung down over my ass, I slipped into the cheap three-quarter inch stretch-to-fit sunrise top. “Trust me,” I said and smiled. “What’s Dr Speckler’s address?”
I stopped at one of the small shops near the student center and bought a T-shirt of the band with the hardest logo I could find, so tight I wasn’t entirely sure the sleeves wouldn’t split their seams at the shoulders before I could get to Dr Speckler’s. My GG breasts bulged obscenely below the collar and it hugged my midrift to perfection. Dr Speckler’s son answered the door.
“Hi, little guy,” I smiled. “I need the other man of the house.”
He grew hard and turned indoors. I followed. Dr Speckler was lying on a sofa, watching a golf tournament. “You aren’t?”
“Nicole Janda, at your service.” I mimed a curtsey. “I wasn’t sure which copy of The Lovely Parade to buy at the bookstore. It’s all so imposing, like someone held out a copy of The Beatles’ White Album and being told they’re all the same but not believing it because people lie to hide their hard parts, so I would like one of yours. In me. I enjoy memorization. Repetition of the most basic, simple events can grow so overwhelmingly intoxicating as the seconds stretch to minutes.” I tuned my eyes to see a woman in a sweatsuit, wearing a mask of hatred. “Mrs. Speckler, what do you think of this shirt?” I cupped my breasts through the shirt and massaged them. “I just bought it today.”
“David. Get her out of here.”
“I hope we’ll have more time together when I’m your administrative assistant.”
“Let me get your book.” He jogged up the stairs. “If you have any questions, call. I rarely sleep more than four hours a night. Let me show you out.” He walked me to the front door, muttering, “If you ever tease me lie this again, I’ll have you fired.”
I put my hand on his forearm. “What you see if what you get, Doctor.” I stood on my toes to nip his open lips with my own, flicking my tongue to the back of his throat. I smiled. “The good doctor gets what the good doctor wants. I probably won’t be able to work on this until Sunday night, but I will work on it then. And I have so many questions.” I darted out the front door, making my escape.
“Good night, Ms. Janda.”
“Nicole, Doctor. Or Nikki, if you ever prefer. It’s what the people I let in call me.”
“Ms. Janda”
“As you wish.” I smiled, catching his eye for the first time, looking into each other. Time passed and passed. The was nothing in his features but casual acknowledgment. Mine must have revealed my pleasant eagerness.
“What the devil?” his wife called from the doorway.
I nodded slightly with an even wider smile and retreated to my car.
“David! David! You cocksucker! Look at me!”
I dialed the good doctor at 4:30am, Monday morning. “Doctor? Yes, Nicole. I’m so wound up. I’m sorry, it’s just as if all the doors within me are shut and I can’t feel comfortable in my own skin. And I chose a really bad time to look at your book but nothing can make this go way. This yearning, pounding, buzzing grip on the inside of me that gets tighter and tighter, like eagle talons that never stop twisting, never stop hurting. I’m so afraid because I wanted to work on your book but I can’t figure out how to get it open. Will you open it for me? Can I drop by for that?”
“I’m walking out the door now.” I tapped the phone and smiled with sharp teeth, wondering if I could arrange for Mrs. Speckler to catch me with their son their bed. I was wearing one of twelve pairs of satin pajamas I owned that I had to replenish constantly because the buttons came off in the drier. Tonight was red with white at the cuffs and ankles, nothing underneath and a gold pair of ballet slippers. Dr. Speckler was sitting in his white Mercedes with the interior light on. I disrobed as I walked from the street to his car. He cracked his door. “Get your God damned clothes off, Doctor Speckler, or I’m going upstairs to fuck your son.” I kissed him as he stood. “I need dick that bad.”
My ass was already slick with lube. He didn’t comment on my useless girl clit. He just pushed me and I stumbled. He pushed again and I fell in the grass. “Fuck me like I was your mother,” I growled as he plunged a dick no one would believe existed outside the porn industry into me. I exhaled in a long groan of relief. “You know I could love how much you fuck me if you do it every day, Like this. Your slut sissy likes it like that. Your cock, baby. In me like this fucking my dick hole that wants to suck your cum from your balls so bad that it’s begging for it now. Feel that? Feel my ass teasing and clenching and rippling around your dick, begging it to surrender and feed your hot load to my belly? You don’t know. You don’t know though, do you Baby? You don’t know how tight my ass can get when you fuck it like that, just like that until I quiver and gnash my teeth and scream and scream and cum. Take that ass. Take that ass. My mommy would be so happy for me that I get to show you what a hot little piece of ass she raised. Her sissy fucking god yeah fuck now need won’t cock with with with dick me love god damned cock so need God damned need so much cock. Not enough. Not enough. Take. Dick. Dick. Dick. Mommy’s Sissy needs to fucking cum now. Huge hard dick in every hole please.” I screamed and sagged.
“I want to see your face, Ms Janda.” He pulled out and spun me over, quickly pinning my knees to my shoulder and began hammering my ass as well as I could ever wish for. Whatever penetration was lost to our new position hardly mattered, his dick was so huge.
I looked up and saw his s on watching us through his window in the brightening predawn light. “On my tits please, Doctor.” I began to wail and squeal and scream. My theatrics took on a life of their own and soon I was chirping falsetto cries as loud as screams, my eyes locked on his son. I came again beneath him, my clit spraying his belly then watched a dog walker with a smile as his cock vomited forth his seed on my bloated tit mounds.
“Go. Go,” I hissed and Dr Speckler gathered his things and hurried inside. I looked up at his son’s window and grabbed my slim waist, running one hand to masturbate my girl clit while the other rested between my breasts. I blew him a kiss and raised both hands to cup my enormous breasts. “I want you” I mouthed and made my swollen girl clit twitch, then casually turned, smacking my ass before bending over at the waist, legs pressed together, to pick up my pajamas and slippers. Smiling, I turned around and motioned for the boy to open his window, then motioned again for him to open it all the way. I tossed up my slipper and it made it through. “I’ll call for it.” I whispered and then hopped in my car.
I was the second one to the office that day and astonished to find the student intern there before 6:30am. Feeling cocky, I said to him, “I think I left something in your car. Can we go check?” I hooked two fingers behind his palm and he took my hand on the steps of the building and made off for the student garage. “There’s something in my shoe,” I said and motioned to a bench halfway along our walk. “Sit. Do you kiss?” He did. Very well at that. The sun was up but there wasn’t any traffic on the sidewalk so I opened my blouse and placed his hands on my breasts. “They’re yours. Until you cum in me. Ten minutes from now, ten days from now,”
He began dropping by my desk every hour and a half for two weeks to wrap his arms around me and massage my breasts until they began to ache and we retired to an empty office for him to nurse. He would spurt, but not in me. I admonished him for not taking care of his needs better and loved every minute of it. Finally, feeling matronly, I asked, “Would you like me to suck your dick? You have to play with my little girl clit first.” We kissed a bit and then I hiked up my skirt and pulled my panties down against my garters.
“I had no idea.”
“Suck it.”
I curled my fingers in my hair, urging him faster but not forcing it. Whimpering and whining like a woman, I blew my load in his mouth. “I think I like that better. You can nurse anytime you want, Baby.” I kissed him on the forehead and dressed and returned to my desk.
In this midst of this, I took Dr Speckler’s book into his office late one afternoon. I shrugged off my jacket and undid my blouse as he showed me how to open it. Running my hands up from my 28″ waist to cup my GG breasts with a pout on my face, I asked, “I really have a nice pair of tits, don’t I? Would you like to play with yourself while you watch me massage them?” I straddled his lap and he took a breast into his mouth. “That’s such a good boy.”
The day of the interview finally came. I dressed up in my double-breasted white suit with black stockings and a green and silver paisley camisole underneath. Dr Speckler, Dr Lee, and the HR liaison to the office sat in a semicircle at the head of a classroom.
“Nicole, we know each other, not as much as I’d like. And you know Dr Lee. This is Johnathon. Dr Lee and I are largely convinced of your aptitude. Perhaps there is something you can demonstrate for Johnathon. Johnathon, please stand so you can get a better look at stunning, willing Nicole.”
“Close your eyes,” I said softly and rose to unhook his belt and pull his pants down. He had a fucking monster. It slid well past the back of my throat. And soon his hands were in my hair and he was fucking my face as fast as he could. I thought I would die but reminded myself that I was just overstimulated, overtaken with the warmth of having hard cock in my mouth. First, I concentrated on relaxing my throat and breathing. When having my face fucked by Johnathan’s mule dick grew comfortable, I began to stoke the underside with my tongue, the closed my lips firmly about it, breathing through my nose, I began to suck cock. His steel-hard dickmeat must be pushing two inches down my throat. I tried massaging it with my throat muscles, which brought a loud groan from him. But he still didn’t cum. Sucking Johnathan’s dick had become my form and function in life, the meaning of my existence. My skirt was lifted from behind and a finger entered my ass, reminding me that I was being used and helplessly loved it,. My eyes rolled back in ecstasy, I was Johnathan’s cocksucker. I was Johnathan’s cocksucker. Another finger pushed into my ass and a hand encircled my useless girl clit. The head of it was so tender but wouldn’t grow hard, The fingers pumped in and out of my ass as the head of my girl clit was painfully rubbed. I was now whipping my head along Johnathan’s fuck lance. He[d stopped fucking my face to brace himself with thumbs on my temples and pinkies on my chin. Cum was spilling and running and spilling from my clit. I pulled off Johnathan’s dick. “Mommy needs to feel your cum on her cheeks. Paint Mommy’s face, baby.” A long arc if piss and cum shot forth from my useless girl clit and load after load of hot cum splashed on my face. “Oh my God, selfie.” I ran to my bag. “Does anyone want my ass?”
Dr Speckler smiled, “You really are the euthanasic slut.”
I straightened myself, cum on my face, dripping from my right eyebrow. “I want the job, Dr Specker. We’d find our dynamic in time.”
“Strip out of that. I want to see Dr Lee fuck you over the desk.”
I pulled off my jacket and blouse, revealing my GG-sized implants. Cupping my 28″ waist, I turned to Dr Specker. “Would you like it all off?”
“Yes.”
“May I get you hard for this?”
“That won’t be necessary.”
“Please. I want to suck it.”
Dr Speckler undid his pants and sat in one of rows of desks for students. He absent-mindedly toyed with my light blond curls while I sucked him hard. “That’s good, Nicole.”
I shot a finger into his ass and he came in my mouth. I kissed him deeply. “You’ll enjoy it so much better now.”
I shed my lingerie and opened my bag again and came out holding a two ounce bottle with a spiked point that was a mix of hand lotion and cramp relief cream. Dr Lee slid into me in one slow stroke. “My sissy ass loves that cock, doctor. Fuck your slut good! Make me your dick-loving tramp. Oh, I do love getting fucked with big dicks like yours. Mistress, take me now. Take me good. Fuck me over and over and again and love it like I need your hard cock. No! Bad Bad! Love your fucking my hot slut sissy dick hole like fucking a hard earned whore.”
“You are,” Dr Lee purred. “I’ve wanted you for twenty years, Nicole. You’re never getting away.”
The pressure of her dick on the walls of my fuck tunnel was sending me into orbit. My sissy fuckhole milked a rippled about her cock and I groaned gutterly. I was about to lose it and I had no idea what would come out of my mouith. “Fuck needy whore suck luck to be me how I fuck my mommy’s dick when she takes me sissy slut hole fuck hard to tell me I love everything about dick, dick, DICK.”
“Give her a handjob,” said Dr Speckler and Johnathan rose to grasp my useless girl clit.
“Fuck be me how hard that dick. Dick. You’re dick, Dr Lee. Fuck me, fuck me, make me, make me, force me to love hard fucking, pounding cock.”
“You really do enjoy that, Nicole. Stop. I’ve seen all I need to see.”
“Made me,” I whined plaintively, and sunk to my knees, my head unable to center itself.
“Get dressed, Nicole. You’ve got yourself a promotion.”
“I want to know what it truly means to belong to Dr Lee,” I said plaintively.
“You belong to me, beautiful. Now take fifteen and shake your ass into my office. It’s in 424. I asked for one big enough for both of us to work in. It’s the old Dean’s office, off the hall. Don’t worry. There still will be plenty of opportunities for you to move onward and upward. He checked his watch. “For the time being.” I have a mess of an incomplete Excel file that I need duplicate names removed from. But you’re to preserve as much data as you can from each entry. “Is fifteen minutes enough time?” He stood. “Favor the date in case of conflicting data.”
I felt used and humialted, but this was what I wanted and a warmth grew in my chest at that certanty. “Absolutely, Doctor. And thank you for this opportunity.”
“Superb. I’ll take you to lunch later on Friday to bring you on board officially.”
I had always insisted that teddies are for blowing your boss and for beyond-the-pail narcissists who believe they look best completely naked. I wore a different one each day and always got a mouth full of Dr. Speckler’s cock. Usually, he’d absent-mindedly run his hands through my hair during my endless, ineffectual blowjobs. I’d take pleasure making him gasp on the phone or buck in his chair. He always came in my mouth, but I liked it that way. Dr Lee passed me in the hallway one day and pushed me into the bathroom. “I want you to fuck me,” she hissed.
“I can’t. My dick only belongs in my Mommy’s pussy.”
“Michael.”
“I’m serious. If I try, I start shaking like nuts and spaz out.” I was already shaking like a leaf. Dr Lee pulled my dick out of my pants but it remained entirely flacid.
“I’ll eat it,” I volunteered, applying a fresh coat of lipstick.
She pushed past me on her way out.
I wore something more formal for our lunch out. My closet read like a who’s who of designer labels. I actually out dressed him. He ordered me some concoction of soup, fish, vegetables, and pasta, and vegetable prima vera for himself. “Nicole,” he put his hand on my knee. “You’re doing admirably. I’ve only once had such an able assistant and your other assets more than make up for whatever you lack.”
“Please tell me about my other assets. I love compliments as much as I loved taking your dick.”
“You’ll do anything I might require of you, often before I ask. You’re eye candy to the extreme, built like a porn star. I jerk off to you most mornings and evenings. I’ve never met a woman who could suck dick or a solid half hour. Delicious torture. You’re strikingly beautiful, and a futanari. A rare, rare find indeed.”
“Are we going to fuck again, Doctor?”
He laid a blindfold on the table. I’ll come by for the book tomorrow. Wear this in bed, nude, and don’t move between 3pm and 3:30pm.”
I didn’t hear the door open. I didn’t feel a breeze. I grew hard when I felt my wrist being lifted and handcuffed to the headboard. Then the other wrist. A mouth encircled my useless girl clit. I knew instinctively not to speak. He took his fucking time. Eventually, I pumped my load straight down his throat and mewled contentedly. “Baby, you make me feel like a cat napping in the sun.”
A mouth fell to my breasts and I lay contentedly while my anonymous lover nursed. I could feel his cock against my leg and it was not Dr Speckler’s eight inch monster.
“Mommy loves you so.” We kissed and kissed and kissed. “Uncuff me and I’ve got a treat.” I straddled his cock and rode it vigorously. It was small. No more than five inches. A boy. When his cock twitched in my ass, I leaned down to kiss him again. He pulled my mask off. “Who are you?”
“I live across the street from Dr Speckler. He’s coming by at 7:00. Can I fuck you again?”
“Oh, alright.”
“What does your Daddy do for a liviing?” I asked after sucking and fucking him till he was dry.
“He’s the Dean of the College of Physical Sciences at the university.”
“Do they have liaisons between his office and the individual colleges, or perhaps the presidency?”
“I don’t know. Ask him.”
“I will. I’m due for a career move. Do you like my tits, baby? They’re nice and big, nice and soft. Come on, lie on top of me, baby.” He did, placing his knees on either side of me and nestling he head between my oversized breasts. ‘Thank you. I’m going to fuck you when you wake up, baby. I promise you’ll love it. It’s the most natural thing in the world.”
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