Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience.
 
 Author: Calypso
Title: The Transformation of Evelyn Thomas
Part: Chapter 8
Summary: The erotic journey of a young man through transgender
transformation to a new female self.
Keywords: MF, MMF, TG, cons, reluc, oral, anal, rom, 1st

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   CHAPTER 8

   On the drive back to the hotel reception room I thought, with a little
nervousness, about the evening.  Barry would be there and if his kiss this
afternoon was anything to go on he had overcome his earlier issues with my
reality.  The thought of spending all night being screwed by him with no
deceptions was so attractive I even considered just ditching the reception,
grabbing him, and taking him up in the elevator..  and possibly getting
started while in the elevator at that.  Then there was Don...  I closed my
eyes and fantasized about him over me, dominating and controlling me,
pinning me to the bed, the wall, a table, any surface and just taking me
with irresistible force and passion.  My heartbeat increased and I felt
warm.  I almost had to whip off my panties and start jerking myself right
there at the thought.  But Barry was a known quantity.  Don was not...  and
I had no illusions that Don would fall for the manipulative trick I had
played on Barry.  Damn.  As the van pulled up at the hotel I decided I
would play it by ear...  which is really a nice way to say that I put off
thinking about it in the vague hope that something would come to me.  No
pun intended.

   The hotel had done its usual exemplary job of setting up and arranging
things...  and it was a good thing because I was feeling so scatter-brained
that I don't know what I could have done if I had needed to make any major
decisions.  Was it the hormones?  Probably.  But at the time all I knew was
that I was on a roller-coaster of desire and emotion.  Luckily I wasn't
sitting next to either Don or Barry.  We were all at the head table, but I
was on Karen's side, next to her (as the maid of honor) and with the
bridesmaids to my right and with Don at the end in the place normally
occupied by the bride's parents, four seats away.  Barry was on the groom's
side as the best man, three seats away in the other direction.  Good.  The
gift table was set up, although they had registered for their gifts and
most were being shipped directly to them.  I made sure to collect the cash
and check gifts in a small bag, which I then deposited in the hotel safe.
So far so good.

   When Karen and Rick arrived everything went as well as anyone could
expect.  The guests all applauded, then we stumbled through the best man's
and maid of honor's toasts (I don't even remember what I said, I was so
nervous, but everyone applauded politely), and then we had the dinner. 
Karen was absorbed with Rick and Amy (one of the bridesmaids) spent all her
time giggling with the girl to her right, so I had some peace and quiet.  I
wasn't that hungry, to be honest...  but I did drink a lot of champagne.  A
bit too much, to be honest.  I was on my fourth (or maybe it was my fifth?)
glass when I realized both Barry and Don had gotten up and were headed my
way.  Uh oh.

   They ran into each other behind my seat.  "Oh, excuse me," "After you,"
they said at the same time.  I giggled.  I couldn't help it.  Maybe it was
the champagne.

   After assuming that the other just wanted to pass by, and then awkwardly
figuring out that they had both come to talk to me, a brief and pregnant
pause ensued.  Karen rescued me from almost dying of embarrassment.  "You
two are both going to have to wait until after the cake!  The bride says
so!" she said in a mock serious tone.  Barry and Don both shuffled off. 
Karen leaned over to me and I leaned in to her.  "Well, that didn't take
you long did it, sis?" she said with an amused tone.  "Men already fighting
over you?  Apparently things went well last night with Barry, hmmmm?" I
started to splutter a bit and she giggled and gave me a quick squeeze. 
"Hey, lighten up!  This is the fun part about being a cute girl...  what
can you get them to do as they compete for you?  So...  how was Barry?" she
asked with a wicked grin.

   I felt myself blushing and smiled, embarrassed.  "He was...  amazing! 
Of course, it's not like I have a big experience base, but it was
unbelievable.  Better than I could have imagined!  I'm afraid I had to fib
a bit to get him to overlook...  well, you know."

   "I bet you did!  But it worked out OK?"

   "Oh, yes!  I convinced him that he already knew all about me, from last
night while he was drunk...  and that he had already accepted me as I am.
And we still did it again, this morning!  And now he still wants me!"

   "Way to go, sis!" She punched me playfully in the shoulder.  "That's
man-management 101!  Get them to want what we already know they always
want...  a good fuck!  Or at least a blow job."

   "Yeah, I know...  I had no idea it was that easy to get a man's dick
hard...  well, I guess maybe I did.  But I mean, from the girl's point of
view.  You know what I mean!" I said in mock anger as she began to laugh at
me.

   "Yeah, I know...  so, what about the General?  You've got Barry just
about hopping up and down in jealousy.  What do you plan to do about his
competition?  Have you fucked him too?"

   "No...  and I don't know.  I...  think I'd like to, but I don't think I
can get him drunk and fake him out like I did with Barry." I realized as I
was saying this that I did want the General to fuck me.  Actually, to be
more precise, I wanted to submit to him and have him overpower and take me.
I felt a little erotic shiver as I realized that.

   "No, probably not," she agreed.  "The General is quite a horny guy,
though.  He's fucked most of the junior female officers in his
organization, wherever he goes, and some junior enlisted too.  I think he
likes the rank disparity...  gets off on the whole power relationship
thing, probably.  I fucked him a couple of times when I was a lieutenant,
so I should know."

   "No way!" I shouldn't have been shocked, but it seemed a little... 
incestuous, maybe, with him here giving her away.

   "Yep.  I'm afraid I was a bad girl!" She grinned again.  "But it was
worth it.  He has a big cock and he's good with it, too.  And his hands,
and mouth...  he likes girls who submit, but he's not abusive.  He takes
good care of the ones he really likes.  He has some little Korean wife who
basically waits on him hand and foot, so I guess he doesn't have issues
with a jealous spouse or anything."

   "So," I asked, "how did it go those times you did him?"

   "Well," she said slyly, "the first time was in his office and it was the
first time I was ever butt-fucked."

   "No way!"

   "Yep.  It was great too...  he had me come in his office one day and,
well, he got me to pull down my BDU trousers and bend over the desk and,
well...  he lubed me up and then he fucked my ass!  I guess he'd done it
before if he had the lube ready...  Then he sent me back to work with an
ass full of cum.  It was really kinky.  I came really hard, too...  I
didn't know you could come like that until then."

   "Wow.  That does sound good."

   "It was.  The second time was even better.  He had me come up to his
hotel room while we were on TDY and he fucked me every way possible for
about 5 hours...  on the desk, on the bed, on the floor, against the wall,
bending over a chair, in the shower, you name it.  He came in my mouth and
my pussy, as well as my ass again.  I came so many times I almost couldn't
stand up when it was time to go and I was sore for a week!"

   "Oh my God!  That's so...  "I couldn't help it.  I almost spit out a
mouthful of champagne.  I started giggling.  Karen joined me.  After a bit
we stopped and she gave me an appraising look.

   "So, what are you going to do now?"

   "Maybe I could just suck the General off?  You said he liked that."

   "Oh yeah...  he gets off on power, remember.  If you kneel and let him
fuck your face...  but remember, he'll want control.  He likes to grab hair
and face fuck." "Sounds kinky."

   "It is, in a submissive kind of way.  I never would have figured you for
that, Eve."

   "I never would have either...  I just need to figure out a place and
time for it so I can still have Barry tonight.  I don't think Barry would
appreciate knowing another guy had just come in his new girlfriend's
mouth."

   "Probably not," Karen giggled.

   Karen looked back to where her new husband had just come up behind her,
turned to give me a wink, and then they were off to dancing.  Show time, I
thought to myself.  Those two will be back on me like a shot.  I was right.
They were both headed my way.  An idea was starting to take shape in my
mind...  I wondered how far I could go with teasing Barry and making him
jealous without driving him away.  I would have to be careful, I cautioned
myself; after all, he knows my little secret.

   "Hi," said Barry, just as the General said, "Can I have this dance?"
Barry looked at him, sharply.

   "Why, of course," I said, a bit coquettishly and extending my hand.  The
General graciously handed me to me feet.  Barry was looking disappointed. I
brushed his face with my gloved fingertips as I passed him and murmured,
"Next dance, maybe?"

   The General was a great dancer and, for want of a better word, simply
charming.  He knew just the right things to say to make me laugh and, a few
times, blush while giggling.  I listened to him compliment everything about
me, my hair, my smile, my eyes, and flirty allusions to my breasts and legs
as well.  I flattered him about his strong arms and his warm smile, and his
powerful chest.  It was all true; he was incredibly handsome and built like
he was chiseled from marble.

   The dance flew by, and the next one, and the next one.  I was having a
wonderful time, although my ankles were feeling the strain of dancing in
three-inch heels.  I brushed, "accidentally" against his crotch...  and
felt a hard shaft straining against his uniform trousers.  Hmmm, I thought.
He's probably ready for some relief.  I even had a spot in mind...  the
ballroom next to ours was closed off and full of stacked tables and chairs,
I had glanced in during the set up for Karen's reception.  It was dark and
deserted and there was a space behind the stacked chairs where we would be
obscured from anyone who accidentally opened the door and glanced in.  I
knew I didn't want to go to his room...  he would want to undress me and
that would mean disaster.  But a blowjob in a dark room would be just the
thing...  for both of us.  Frankly, I was craving some cock.  This would be
a great and deliciously naughty warmup to having Barry fuck my brains
out... Barry was at the bar, glancing my way with jealousy as he pretended
to chat with the other bridesmaids.  Probably trying to make me jealous.  I
was obviously making him jealous.  I wondered what the General's semen
would taste like as I decided to make my signals.

   As the dance ended, I glanced at the bar...  Barry was gone.  He'd
probably gone to the men's room or something.  "So," I said lightly, "do I
have to give you back to Mrs.  General?"

   He laughed.  "Nope," he said.  "I'm all yours, all night" He grinned,
charmingly.

   I held his hand and started to walk toward the head table.  It was also
the way to the door to the ballroom.  "You're so cute and nice," I said,
grinning at him and glancing at him out of the corner of my eye as we
walked, "she must keep a close eye on you to make sure you don't...  you
know...  go astray?" His hand moved slightly to stroke the inside of my
arm. It gave me the shivers.  He leaned close and said in a murmur," Not to
worry...  I took a course in evasive action once."

   I grasped his hand and pulled him with me as I suddenly changed course
and walked quickly out of the ballroom, "What a coincidence, so did I!" And
that was the last thing we said for some time.  As soon as we were in the
hallway I pulled him with me and walked quickly but carefully (still
feeling the pull in my calves from the high heels; I almost had to prance
to get some speed from walking on what felt like tiptoe) down the hall and
then turned into the dark ballroom next door.

   As soon as we were in the room I turned, facing him, and stepped into
his arms.  He kicked the door closed behind him as his arms went around me
and my face turned up to meet his.  His lips were warm, and dry, and soft
but backed by a firmness I hadn't expected.

   He was an amazing kisser, and I do mean amazing...  or astonishing,
maybe.  I don't know how long I stood there, cradled gently in the warm,
strong circle of his arms, while his mouth worked magic on me.  With my
three inch heels I was 6'1", just an inch under his 6'2" (or so), and it
was just right.  His lips caressed mine, and pulled, and sucked and
brushed, and probed with just a tiny discrete flick of the end of his
tongue.  I realized I was holding my breath and let it out in along,
shuddering sigh as he worked his way down the curve of my jaw to my neck
and touched me lightly, there...  and there...  and there...  and then he
was sucking at a spot I hadn't know existed, a spot that sent electric
tingles all through my body and sent goose bumps all down my arms.  I
shivered and gasped.

   God I wanted him so fucking bad!  My little cock was straining against
my panties, reminding me that I wouldn't be able to have him the way I
wanted so badly...  and I could feel his long hard cock pressing against me
through his pants and my dress; I would have to do something about that
soon or he would start undressing me for a fuck.  My head spinning from his
oral foreplay, I felt my knee brush a chair in the dark.  Without speaking
I reached down and unzipped his pants.  He moaned softly as I reached in
with my cool, smooth, gloved fingers and gently found my way through the
fly of his boxer shorts and pulled his cock free.  Then I turned slightly
and pushed him back against the chair.  He sat suddenly, surprised. 
"Sssshhhh," I said, brushing his lips with my gloved hand.  I knelt
silently in front of him and dropped my purse from its loop off my wrist
and bent my head down and took him in my mouth.  He stiffened a bit and
then relaxed with along sigh as I sank my face downward until my nose
brushed his trousers.  I couldn't take him as deep in my throat as I
otherwise could have because of the angle, but I determined to make up for
it with the very best stimulation I could work on him.  I used it all... 
lips, hands, teeth, sucking, slurping...  I could feel him stiffening and
making little thrusts at me.  Then his hands took my head and he twined his
fingers in my hair.  I let him take over the pace as he began to bob my
head up and down on his long hard shaft while I held onto his hard,
muscular hips.

   I must have done a good job.  It didn't take long before he stiffened
suddenly and pulled my face down hard.  I felt the warm spurts begin and I
swallowed, again, and again, and again.  His come was thick and salty and
had a strong creamy flavor like overripe avocado, almost.  His long spurts
gave way to a slow trickle and I sucked gently on the head of his cock as
he sagged back while I gleaned every last drop from his softening member.
When he sagged back, panting, I sat back on my heels and licked my lips;
then I stood up in one motion, turned, and sat sideways across his lap.  I
put my arms around his neck and snuggled my nose in his hair and sighed
softly.  He put his arms around me and we stayed like that for a bit.

   After a little while his breathing began to return to normal and he
kissed me softly on my chest, just above my cleavage.  I pulled my head
back and looked at him.  "Hey," he said softly, "do you want to go back to
your room and..." he let the unstated invitation trail off.  God, I wanted
to!  But I couldn't take the chance.  Shit.

   "Not this time, I murmured softly.  "But I really enjoyed...  well, you
know."

   "He grinned.  "That's OK...  and I enjoyed it too."

   "It certainly sounded like it!" I giggled "Maybe we should get back to
the party.  People will start wondering." I stood up and he carefully put
himself back in his pants.

   "I'll go back first," he said.

   "I have to go to the ladies room anyway," I said.  "I bet my makeup is
smeared.  And you had better check yourself, too.  I bet my lipstick is all
over you!"

   We went to the door and he peered out.  The coast was clear so with a
brief squeeze of my hand he went first, walking quickly to the bathroom.  I
waited for a bit.  My heart was pounding.  Sucking his cock had been a lot
of fun, but I was so fucking horny I wanted to scream.  My cock was
straining at being tucked back in my panties and I wanted to release it and
jerk myself off right there, preferably with something stuck up my ass at
the same time.  I wanted the General, but as a consolation prize Barry was
next door.  I wanted him.  Right now.  Screw the party, it was time to
screw me.

   My purse was still on the floor where I had dropped it.  I pulled out my
watch and checked the time.  It had only been about 15 minutes since we had
come in here.  I peered out of the door.  Nobody was coming so I stepped
out, closing the door quietly, and pranced quickly down the hall, my skirts
swishing softly and ducked in the ladies room.  It was empty, thank god. 
My hair was tousled and I had been right; my makeup was a mess.  My
foundation was rubbed and smeared and my lipstick was smeared off my mouth
and onto my cheeks and chin.  I took my gloves off, grabbed some towels and
ran some water and went to work.  I worked fast.  I brushed my hair back
and washed my face, and then I dried it carefully and reapplied foundation
and lipstick.  It wasn't as professional as the salon's work, but it would
do.  I combed my hair back and spritzed a little hairspray to hold it in
place.  There.  I checked my watch.  It had been about 25 minutes since I
left the party.  The General should have been back for a long enough that
it wouldn't seem that we had been gone together.  I went in one of the
stalls and pulled up my skirts and dropped my panties.  My cock had
softened while I was doing my makeup, but it was still swollen.  I resisted
the urge to stroke it and I peed quickly (sitting down!) then I tucked it
back again and pulled my panties back up.  Then I stepped out, washed my
hands, and put my gloves back on.  As I was leaving one of the other
bridesmaids came in.

   "Hi!" she said brightly.  I was still getting used to the idea of going
to the ladies room as a social activity.

   "Hi," I said back, fanning myself.  "Thank god for ladies rooms!  I need
a break.  Have I missed anything?"

   "Well, we kind of thought you and that total hottie General `Don' had
snuck off together, but he's in there right now trying to pick up Alyssa."
This one was Amy, I remembered.

   I giggled.  "He is something, isn't he?  I had to come in here just to
escape him!"

   Amy giggled back, "Why would you want to!  He's totally hot!  I'd fuck
him in a minute!  But now I gotta pee!  See ya in a bit...  oh, and your
boyfriend, that cute Barry guy, is looking for you...  so maybe you were
saving yourself for him?" She arched her eyebrows at me and grinned as she
stepped past and went into one of the stalls.  I went back to the party. 
Now I had an idea of how to placate Barry and get him upstairs with me. 
Barry was still at the bar, alone now.  I hoped he wasn't drunk like the
last time.

   I walked up behind him and brushed his ear with my fingertips.  He
jumped and spilled his drink, turning suddenly toward me.  His face lit up
when he saw me.  "Uh, hi!" he blurted.

   "Hi," I said, with my best toothy, hopefully-dazzling smile.  We just
stood there and grinned at each other, Barry somewhat nervously and me
hoping I looked sexy enough to get him in bed with me.  I was feeling that
weak, warm butterfly feeling in my tummy that I was learning to recognize
as my new, feminine-version, horniness.

   "I uh," Barry blurted as I started "I was just," and we both stopped and
grinned again.  "You first," I said.

   "Oh, no, ladies first," he said, mock gallantly.

   I smiled.  "I was just going to say I was sorry I left you hanging
here...  after that dance I had to evade the General...  he was getting a
little, umm...  insistent?  So I hid out in the ladies room."

   Barry looked relieved.  "I thought you had dumped me," he said softly.
He looked so helpless and adoring I wanted to kiss him right there.  So I
did.  I stepped close to him, put my hands on both sides of his face, and
before he could react I pulled him to me and kissed him.  Barry stiffened
at first, and then kissed me back.  It was a gentle, long, soft, and warm
kiss, which became little nibbling kisses as we finally broke apart.  Barry
had put his hands on my waist, and they had slid down to the upper curve of
my buttocks.  He left them there as we grinned at each other.  "Wow," he
said.

   "Yeah, wow," I said back.  And wow was right.  Now that warm feeling
really was insistent, and my little cock was straining at its silken
restraint again.  I felt short of breath, so I took a long shuddering sigh
before I spoke again.  "Do you want to, um...  leave?" I asked hopefully.

   "I was just about to ask you that." We grinned at each other again and
then I took his hand and we headed for the door.  His hand felt warm and
strong and his fingers entwined with mine as we walked to the elevators.

   In the elevator it seemed to most naturally thing to step into his arms
and we kissed again as the elevator chimed off the floors.  His arms were
warm and strong around me and I shivered in anticipation as his lips gently
caressed and pulled at mine.  Then he broke off suddenly and I realized
that the door had opened at my floor.

   We walked quickly to my room; my hands were shaking as I fumbled at the
door, I must have squeaked in frustration because Barry shushed me softly
and took my hands and guided my movements.  I loved the feeling; Barry's
masterful masculinity was a perfect compliment to my new, trembling
feminine surrender.  I thought fast...  I wanted more than just a quick
fuck, I wanted a long passionate all-night sex-on-every-surface sweaty and
moaning marathon screwing.  I figured as the door opened and we stepped
into the darkened room, Barry's arms already going around me as the door
closed, that I could suck him off first, and then get him up my ass as fast
as possible before he lost the erection, for a nice long ass fucking.  He
started to kiss me, but as I turned to face him I slipped past his arms and
sank to my knees in front of him, crumpling my skirts and pulling his
zipper down.

   He gasped slightly as I reached into his pants and pulled his cock out.
It was already semi-erect and hardened to its full 8" as I caressed it and
sank my mouth onto him.  Barry wasn't drunk this time.  He took my head in
his hands and began to thrust slowly and sensuously in and out of my mouth,
groaning softly as he did.  I concentrated on maintaining suction and
rasping the underside of his shaft with my tongue and teeth.  He tasted
warm and slightly salty, like sweat.  We settled into a slow steady rhythm,
thrust-swallow, and withdraw-suck.

   Soon his thrusts became quicker and shallower and I knew he was getting
close.  I was looking forward to my second meal of sperm for the evening
when he surprised me.  I could taste his cum beginning to leak from the tip
of his cock when he suddenly pulled himself out, pulled my head back from
his grasp in my hair, and grabbed his cock and began jerking it in front of
me.  I tried to catch the tip in my mouth, it was bobbing there in front of
me, but he pulled my head back roughly and then, gasping, began to squirt
long stringy streams of cum onto my face and hair and breasts.  I jerked
slightly as it shot out in front of my eyes, and then closed my eyes and
kept my mouth open.  I felt it hit my hair and forehead; at least two long
ropy squirts stuck to my face, and I felt warm drops rolling down my lips
and off my chin onto my breasts.  I licked at my lips and was rewarded with
a salty thick stickiness.

   I opened my eyes.  Barry had sagged back against the wall and I knew I
would have to act fast...  and I wasn't going to wait for him to soften and
then regain his erection.  I needed him.  Bad.  After having had two men
come in my mouth in the last hour or so I was throbbing with the need for
some satisfaction of my own.  I rolled back on my high heels and stood up
in one motion (good thighs aren't just for looks!) and grabbed his uniform
jacket lapels and pulled him too me, darting my mouth in to his neck and
began to kiss furiously and passionately, biting and sucking my way up to
his ear.  I felt the semen smearing between my cheek and his jaw, but I
didn't care.  Barry gasped and arched with the sudden stimulation and I
broke contact to whisper savagely in his ear, "You're not done yet Mister!"
I pulled him around (I'm stronger than I look) and marched him, walking him
backward, toward the bed.  Barry went along unsteadily, but his cock was
still hard, bobbing and poking my belly.

   When I got him to the bed I shoved him back so that he fell onto it, on
his back.  As he did, I reached down and opened the drawer on the bed side
table and felt in it for the tube of anal lube.  I watched Barry, who was
frantically scooting back on the bed as he tried to undo his pants at the
same time.  The cummerbund that goes with the mess uniform was in his way.
Tossing the anal lube onto the bed next to him I climbed over him and
straddled his knees, my skirts billowing over our legs as he got the
cummerbund undone and tossed it aside; as he did I grabbed his undone pants
and pulled them down to mid thigh, underwear and all.  His cock popped
free, hard and long and bobbing against his belly.  I gathered my skirts
around my waist and walked forward on my knees until I was straddling his
waist, grabbing the lube as I did.  When I felt his cock poking the back of
my ass I popped the top on the lube and squeezed a gob into my gloved
fingers, then reached around behind me.  I had put my thong panties on
first, damn!  I wasn't going to take the time to undo all the garters; I
just pulled the thong to the side, releasing my cock into the cool satin
skirts.  Then I smeared the lube into the crack of my ass, pushing some of
it into my ass with my fingers, and then reached down and slowly and
sensuously smeared what remained up and down the shaft of Barry's cock. 
Barry stiffened as my smooth, oily, silky fingers made a tight circle that
dragged up and down his shaft...  and then set the head at my tight little
anal opening.

   He reached up to grasp my hips as I took a breath and sat back onto him.
There was the familiar feeling of warm pressure and then the soft slick
`pop' as the head penetrated me.  I gasped with the sensation and Barry
stiffened again and grasped my hips tighter.  "Are you OK?" he asked
softly. "I'm...  OK," I said, a little breathlessly.  "It just feels so...
good.  Oh...  God!  Aaahhhh..." I groaned, as I leaned back, taking more of
him into me.  I steadied my weight on my knees and my thigh and hip
muscles, and leaned back some more.

   I took another inch of him into my anus, which was stretching in a
burning ring of warmth that was spreading into my lower belly.  I was
panting as I tilted my head back and sat all the way down until my ass
cheeks settled onto his hips and thighs.  He felt enormous inside me and my
cock throbbed, straining inside my silky skirts with the sensation of his
cock throbbing inside me.  I could feel, him, pulsing, but holding still,
waiting for me to accept him.  I decided to give him what he was waiting
for.  I pulled up, slightly, and rocked back down.  His clock glided and
pulsed inside me and he groaned with the sensations my tight warm anus was
creating as it slid up and down on his cock.  I felt Barry tense his
muscles and thrust upward, slowly, with his hips, meeting me as I sank down
on him.  And then again.  And again.  Sublime waves of pleasure spread from
my anus.  My cock throbbed and my balls filled and all I could think of was
how I wanted him, all of him, as deep inside me as I could manage.

   Barry thrust a bit harder and I gasped and he stopped.  I looked down on
him and he looked worried.  "Are you OK?" he asked.

   "Oh, yesss..." I breathed.  "Just...  fuck me slowly for a little bit,
OK?  God...  you're so big...  I just need to get used to you, OK?" "OK."
He was panting, too.  "Do you like fucking me in my tight little ass?" "Oh
yea, it's great - nice and tight!" Barry shifted under me and slowly moved
his cock in and out of my ass.  He put his hands on my hips and pulled
firmly onto him.  I was dizzy with the waves of sensation, like liquid fire
in my groin.  I couldn't stand it any more.  I rummaged my hand under my
skirts and found my cock and began to jerk it.  The combination of pleasure
from my cock and his cock in my ass was almost too much to bear.

   "Are...  are you playing with...  yourself?" he gasped beneath me.

   "Uh huuhh..." it was all I could manage, my head thrown back, gasping
for air.

   "I...  I want...  I want to see.  I want to watch!" That was a surprise.
So I decided to put on a show for him.  I stopped rocking on him (although
he didn't stop thrusting) and grabbed my skirts with my free hand and
scrabbled them up against me.  My cock stood straight up and out in my
gloved hand, all 6".  I looked at him and licked my lips and slowly,
deliberately, ran my gloved fingers up and down the shaft.

   He was fascinated.  He kept fucking and I began rocking on him again. 
On each stroke he pushed himself deep in me as I sank onto him in rhythm
with his thrusts.  He started out slowly and gradually picked up the pace,
my hips rotating to match him.  God, it was great, but I knew he wasn't
going to last too long.  Between the show I was putting on and the feeling
of his cock in my tight little ass, he was going to fill my aching anus
with his thick hot load pretty soon.  I was getting what I wanted, and I
was about to get off.  I was getting really close, in fact.  I knew Barry
was close, so there wasn't any need to try to wait for him.  Besides, from
my, um, masculine insight I knew that men generally seemed to like to have
the woman get off before they did.  And wasn't I the woman, now?

   "Oh yea," I nearly yelled, "I'm gonna...COMEAaaahhh!" and boy, did I!!!.
It started in my curled toes and swept over me in a shuddering wave.  Her
fingers pressed against my throbbing cock as my body lurched and my shaft
jerked and pumped with an incredible, shuddering orgasm.  I leaned back on
his cock and jerked my cock back just in time for my spurts of semen to
shoot up onto me, splashing my chin and dribbling down my breasts.  "Oh God
...Fuck me Barry!  Fuck my ass hard," I moaned as he continued to pound me.
"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," I moaned even as the orgasm subsided and the
warm strings of cum dripped from my chin and ran down my bare chest and
into my cleavage.

   Just as my orgasm was finishing I heard Barry groan.  Here he comes, I
thought to myself.  I wasn't wrong.  Suddenly he gasped, "Here it comes
baby, here it comes!" He gripped my hips, hard, and pulled me tightly onto
him as he thrust upward so hard it lifted us both off the bed.  He was in
me to the hilt and I could feel every throbbing inch as he stiffened, now
very deep in my ass, and throb as the first spurt of hot cum shot out
squirting into my ass.  Then his cock throbbed again and again as he filled
me with even more of his sperm.  Finally he started pumping.  All too
quickly it was over.  I collapsed on top of him and we lay there for a
while, sweat mingling with my cum and soaking my dress and his uniform
while we panted and our pounding heartbeats slowed, bit by bit.  I could
feel him softening until, with the now familiar soft "plop" sensation, he
pulled out of me.  Suddenly I felt empty and cold.

   Barry, the dear, seemed to understand.  He turned his face toward me and
nuzzled my neck, with soft, gentle kisses.  I wrapped my arms and legs
around him for a few minutes and let the shivery warm kisses improve my
mood, and then just slid off of him and lay there on the bed breathless. 
Barry rolled over on his side and faced me, still breathing hard, but
smiling warmly.  He reached out and brushed my sweaty and tousled hair
back, gently.  "Now that," he said quietly, "was a great fuck."

   "Mmmmmm...," I murmured wordlessly and wiggled closer to him to snuggle
in the warm circle of his arms.  What I realy wanted was to spend the rest
of the night here.  My wek male hormonal surge was making me sleepy, but
the raging female hormones that were changing me into a new woman made me
want to cling and be clung to and be protected by strong male arms.  As I
lay there, however, I became aware of the somewhat less dreamy reality. 
For one, we were both still clothed...  or, at least, mostly clothed.  My
bodice was wet and increasingly clammy with sweat and cum, cum was
dribbling out of my ass and down my hip, and my panties were bound up
around my hips, constricting myself in a way that was becoming more and
more unpleasant.  And I had to pee.  Barry, similarly still more-or-less
clothed but with various insignia and medals half twisted off, was
breathing slow and deep and likely drifting off.

   Slowly, gently, I disengaged myself.  Barry just murmured and rolled
onto his back and began to snore.  I went in the bathroom, closed the door,
and turned on the lights.  Boy, was I a mess.  Hair mussed, makeup smeared,
a damp sticky dress, and my gloves sticky with drying semen.  I peeled the
gloves off first, then undid the dress and dumped it in a pile, and then
added my lingerie.  I looked at myself in the mirror.  Not too bad... 
messy, but the scars were fading noticeably every day, and my breasts had
settled and looked firm, perky, and natural.

   I felt better after a long, hot shower.  That, plus a vigorous toweling
and a warm, fluffy bathrobe.  I turned off the light and went back into the
darkened room.  Barry was still snoring softly.  I went to the wardrobe and
felt around for a nightgown.  I found one and dropped the robe to the floor
and dropped the silky gown over my head.  It was a long one, either the red
one or the purple one I guessed.  After a little twisting I got the straps
and the bodice adjusted right and then I went back over to see about my
sleepy boyfriend.  He was too sleepy for a shower, but after a bit of
teasing, prodding, and pulling I got him out of his uniform and back in
bed, tucked in, and sleeping deeply.  I climbed in next to him and drifted
off to sleep, my hand touching his waist, lightly but tingly with the near
warmth of him.

   When I woke up Barry was still sleeping.  I must have worn him out.  The
sun was just coming up though, and I knew Barry would have to check out
this morning, so I decided to wake him up with a little surprise.  I
quietly eased out of bed and went to the bathroom, where I did a quick
gargle and peed and then came out and went to the closet.  One of the more
whimsical things I had bought for myself while on one of many girls-out
shopping days with Karen was a pair of boots.  But not just any boots... 
these came to mid thigh and were made of butter-soft black stretchy
imitation leather and had 4" stiletto heels.  The thighs laced up from the
knee.  I set them aside and went to the bureau.  I dropped the nightgown on
the floor (it had been the purple one after all) and pulled out a corset,
black with red brocade details.  I pulled it up around me and laced it up,
tight, exhaling sharply to get that extra inch of waist.  Then I balanced
against the bureau as I pulled the boots on.  The heel height felt
dizzying, as if I was on tiptoe, it was the highest heel I had yet dared. I
didn't want to turn an ankle (that would ruin the mood!), so I walked very
carefully over to the dressing table where I smoothed on some light
makeup...  a little lipstick and a little blush and a tiny dab of perfume.
I brushed my hair back lightly and then stepped, very carefully again, back
to the bed.

   I bent over (to give him an extra nice view of my corset - enhanced
cleavage) and lightly brushed back his hair.  "Hey, sleepyhead," I said
quietly.  His eyes opened.  For a moment he looked fuzzily at me, then his
eyes focused and he looked where I expected him to look...  down my chest.
Then his eyes came back to mine.  He smiled.

   "Hi!" he said, cheerfully if a bit sleepily.

   I made a cute little mock pout and straightened up and stuck one leg
out. His eyes widened, especially when he saw I was wearing any underpants
and that my little hairless cock, semi-hard already, was hanging down,
free, below a carefully trimmed and shaved decorative patch of hair.  "I'm
wearing my catch-me, fuck-me boots...  and you already seem to have caught
me." I leaned back down and said, throatily, "So, what do you think you
should do next?"

   Barry grinned and sat up quickly and grabbed my face and kissed me hard.
I was just starting to kiss him back when he broke off and grinned at me
again.  "First, baby, I'd better go to the little boys' room while I still
can...  and then we'll see what we'll do about you.  He stood up and looked
me up and down.  "You are indescribably luscious." I was caught off
guard... I positively simpered as he went to the bathroom.  I heard running
water and realized he was brushing his teeth, too.  That was considerate,
and I appreciated him all the more for it.  I quickly dabbed some lube on
my fingers and greased my anus.  It was still stretched and a bit greasy
from last night, so I was hoping for some fast hard action this morning. 
Then I climbed into bed and lay back, arms stretched out over my head,
wrists crossed, and my one of my knees cocked up and laid demurely down
away from where Barry would be.  A classic pinup cheesecake pose.

   Barry came out and walked toward me with a towel around his midsection.
He came over next to the bed and stood, looking down at me, grinning like a
kid who just got the keys to a candy shop.  "Well," he said playfully, "You
were saying?" I just grinned and, reaching out, pulled his towel loose so
that it dropped to the floor.  His cock sprang out and I stroked it lightly
and I said, "Well, you could start by fucking me in my horny little ass." I
didn't have to as twice.  That should be no surprise.

   Barry climbed on top of me and, pressing my legs together, straddled my
thighs and began kissing me, the tops of my breasts, my neck, my chin, and
finally my mouth.  I kissed him back and we kissed for a while, hungrily.
My cock was trapped down between my thighs but his was hard and bumped over
me as he made love to my face and neck and I held his strong muscled back
and pulled him tightly to me.  I loved the feeling of his weight on me, of
his strong hard hairy thighs straddling me, trapping me, and the strong hot
kisses he rained on me.  I tried to meet his mouth, but his mouth was
everywhere, showering me with nibbling, tugging, and caressing touches.  I
was breathing hard again, shallowly with the constriction of the corset.

   But I wanted him, now.  I stopped him, impatiently, by grabbing his face
in my hands and, as he looked into my eyes I pulled first one, then the
other booted leg out from under his and drew my knees up to my chest.  I
wanted to look into his eyes as he entered me, I wanted him to see the look
on my face as he sodomized me, see the passion that he made in me as he
fucked me deep in my ass.

   Barry saw what I was doing and got on his knees facing me and I put my
ankles on his shoulders.  He leaned forward, bending my legs back until my
knees almost touched my breasts and I felt his cock brush the back of my
thighs.  I put my hands on his shoulders and caressed his neck as he put
his hands on the bed to either side of me and leaned forward, pushing my
legs forward.  The motion rotated my hips up and off the bed and giving him
a perfect access to my greasy little anus.  The head of his cock found my
entrance, as if by itself.  I grabbed his head in my hands.

   "Fuck me," I whispered fiercely, "Fuck me hard and fast, like I'm you're
whore."

   Barry took my head in his hands and looked deep in my eyes.  He
entangled his fingers in my hair and pulled my head back down onto the bed
and, steadily and inexorably, bore down on me, forcing his cock up my ass.
"Hhhhaaaaaaaaahhh...." I gasped I felt what seemed like a yard of hot hard
flesh violate me in a way that I was beginning to savor as sublime in its
erotic submissive surrender of the most intimate kind.

   This was a hard, pounding, butt-fucking of the simplest kind.  And it
was delicious.  All I had to do was lie there and take it, accepting the
humiliating pleasure of my secret desire for this surrender, to be forced
in this way by a powerful man to whom I could surrender my body, my will,
and my self-control.

   He fucked my ass hard and deep and steadily, like a machine, grunting
softly, sweating, his thighs and balls slapping out the rhythm against my
ass.  Every thrust was a mingled explosion of delicious pain and sublime
pleasure.  My own little cock bobbed against my belly, forgotten,
throbbing, straining as it refilled with my own small load of semen in
anticipation of the much larger load I expected to receive in my ass at any
moment.  I reached in and grabbed my cock and began stroking it, hard and
savagely.  Barry saw what I was doing and grinned.  Without missing a
stroke he grunted, "That's it, baby...  come for me!  Come on, I want to
see you come for me!  Come all over yourself!"

   "Oh yes," I moaned, "Fuck me!  Fuck me and make me come with your hard
cock!  Fuck me up my ass!  I want you to come in my ass!"

   "Oh, baby, oh yeah..." He was going to come soon.  And so was I.

   Barry stiffened and thrust hard into me and I felt his pulsing cock as
it began to deposit yet another load into my by-now well-inseminated anus;
as he came I began to come too, long lingering spurts of cum that shot up
my belly and onto my corset and breasts.

   Barry groaned and rolled off me, exhausted, pulling out of my ass as he
did so.  I just lay there, legs splayed, panting, feeling a dull but
delicious ache and the warm oily sensation deep in my belly.  We both lay
there, silent, panting for a while.  God I felt good, in the glow of my
orgasm.  I savored the warm glow for a while.  After a time I turned toward
Barry.  "Don't you have a plane to catch or something?"

   "Yeah," he said,"I've just been delaying leaving.  I...  I don't want to
leave you.  You're amazing.  I've never known a woman like you." I melted.
If he kept that up I'd start crying.  It must have been the hormones again.


   I kissed him, impulsively.  When we came up for air I said, "Well, I
need to get cleaned up and change into something...  a little more
suitable." Barry grinned and started to say something about how I was just
fine like I was but I shushed him with a finger to his lips.  "And you need
to go and pack, so stop procrastinating!" I said with mock severity,
wagging my finger at him.  I got up; he got up with me and we kissed again
and he held my hand as we walked to the bathroom, me still teetering in my
boots, and him naked.  We kissed again at the door to the bathroom and then
I went in and locked the door (so he couldn't come in and distract me) and
started the water for a hot tub and added bath salts.  As I pulled off the
boots and unlaced the corset he must have been pulling on his uniform pants
and shirt and shoes; I heard the door open and close as I got into the tub.


   I took my time, luxuriating in the hot water, drowsing, feeling the ache
subside from my anus to be replaced by a feeling of warm, full, oily
satisfaction and a deep emotional feeling of...  what?  Relief?  As if I
had finally scratched an itch I hadn't realized I'd had?

   After a while the water was cooling and I was realizing I was starving
and thirsty, so I hit the drain and stood up and showered off.  Dripping, I
used the phone in the bathroom to order a croissant and fruit assortment,
coffee, and juice and then showered quickly.  My breakfast arrived as I
toweled and brushed out my hair; I sat on the patio in my robe in the cool
sunny morning and ate ravenously.

   I thought and planned while I ate.  I missed Karen, her advice and her
optimistic ways, but she was with her new husband, so I wasn't going to
disturb her.  I knew she'd be leaving the day after next for their
honeymoon; I figured I'd call her that day so we could meet up and say
goodbye.  So much had happened in such a short time, it felt like a
lifetime that I had lived at fast forward.

   I dressed casually...  no big events (or men!) for me today, just
housekeeping.  I went with a wonderfully comfortable cotton knit
shirtdress; it had a black and white flower print pattern, a full button
front, short sleeves, a form-fitting bodice, and a lightly flared skirt
that came to just above my knees.  For lingerie I decided on simplicity...
no seduction for me today, I resolved.  (My anus was still sore, although
it was a secretly wicked and luxuriously decadent kind of sore.  Still, I
figured I could do with some time off from being ass-fucked.) I went with a
black spandex full slip body shaper, simple cotton French-cut panties, and
taupe thigh highs with lace detail at the tops.  Since I was just hanging
around the room I pulled on some ankle-socks to keep my toes warm and
protect the stockings from snags.  Light makeup, too...  just some eyebrow
pencil, foundation, and lipstick.

   I spent the rest of the morning picking up and pre-packing most of my
new clothes and stuff...  I didn't want to have to spend the entire next
day in a panic.  By lunch time I had everything pretty well organized, had
stacked up a pile of (somewhat semen-stained) laundry and was starting to
think about going to loom for Karen and maybe having some lunch.  That's
when the phone rang.  I flopped across the bed on my bell and grabbed it on
the second ring, thinking it might be Karen.  It was Barry.

   "Uh, Hi...  Eve, I was just getting ready to check out and I was
wondering if..."

   He was so hesitant I had to giggle.  "Barry, after the last couple of
days and nights, I'd think you could...  you know...  relax a little."

   "Oh, sorry...  I'm really screwing this up."

   "I think it's adorable.  Did you want to see me?"

   "Yes...  I'm in the lobby.  I'm waiting for the airport shuttle."

   "I'll be right down.  OK?"

   "Uh, yeah!"

   "OK, bye!" I hung up and dashed into the bathroom to check my makeup.  I
added a bit more red on the lips, and a hint of blush...  now for shoes.  I
hadn't realized until I began my transformation what a decision shoes would
be...  after a few moments of agonizing (Too flirty?  I want him to notice
my legs!  Too formal?) I settled on some grey and black low-heel pumps,
about a 1.5" heels, with peep toes and a cute little mock bow on top. 
Post-type earrings and a simple gold chain and I was ready.  I grabbed my
purse, dumped in what I was beginning to think of as my girl's essentials,
and skipped for the elevator.  I felt lighthearted.  I was really looking
forward to seeing him.  What was going on?  Was this my first love?  I
squashed the thought...  I just didn't know what to make of where that
might lead.

   Barry, in turn, looked almost pathetically glad to see me.  His face lit
up across the lobby as I stepped out of the elevator and our eyes made
contact...  I also noticed that he had a rather conspicuous bouquet of red
roses that he was trying, with not much success, to conceal behind his
back. I was touched...  more than touched, really.  I was flattered and
warmed by the thought that he was trying so hard.  And the flowers did look
really nice.  I walked over, deliberately taking m time and pigeoning my
steps both to accentuate my hips and to make him impatient.  "Hi," I said
brightly as I reached him.

   "Hi," he said back, looking as if he had just forgotten what to say. 
"Um...  these are for you!" he blurted suddenly, holding out the roses.

   "Ooooh," I cooed, simpering.  I decided to lay it on thick.  "How
wonderful!  They're so beautiful!" I deliberately didn't take them, so my
hands wouldn't be full.  I stepped closer, toe-to-toe with him, and leaned
my face into the red fragrant petals and breathed deeply.  "Mmmmmm..."
Then, without warning, I looked into his eyes, put my hands behind his
head, and leaned into him and kissed him softly.

   He stiffened and almost dropped the flowers, but awkwardly managed to
get a free hand behind my back and massaged my shoulder blades as I nibbled
his lips.  I let that go on for a bit until I could feel him start to shift
from one foot to another, then I broke off and leaned back.  "Thank you...
for the flowers.  And everything.  I've had a wonderful time."

   "I, uh...  I'm really glad.  Uh, I was wondering if...  well, I know I'm
going back to Korea and everything, but I was wondering...  I mean... 
uh..."

   Good God, was he going to ask me to marry him or something?  This was
really goiong way to fast.  I started trying to scrape up a graceful way to
decline.  He was still stammering.  "Well, I was wondering if...  if you're
seeing anybody." I decided to be a little mischievous.  (I know, you're
surprised.) "You mean you're wondering if I was cheating on him with you?"

   "No!  That's not it at all!" he looked genuinely shocked.  "I was just
hoping...  I mean...  well, would you mind if I wrote to you?" It was
adorable.  He was basically asking me to go steady, like we were in high
school or something.  I wondered idly if he was going to give me his class
ring or letter sweater.  But make no mistake...  I was flattered, even more
now that I could see his earnestness.  It hadn't been just a roll in the
hay for him.  Now that I thought about it, it had been more than that for
me, too.

   I took the plunge and smiled warmly.  "I'd...  like that.  Are you sure?
I mean...  I know this is all kind of sudden and, well...  look.  I know
the risks.  People wouldn't understand.  It's a big risk...  more for you
than for me.  You could just walk away and no one would ever know." He
didn't say anything; he just took my hand and led me to a loveseat.  We sat
down, turned to face each other.

   Barry looked determined.  "I could never do that," he said, finally. 
"You're amazing.  I don't know how all this will turn out, but I know I
want to see you again, when we get the chance."

   We sat like that and talked, about nothing and about everything, for a
while.  I looked at my watch later; even though it had only been about 30
minutes, it still seemed like it had been for hours.  And, at the end when
Barry had to get in the airport shuttle for his flight back to Korea, I
felt a little moist eyed as he kissed me goodbye.  I wish I could say that
the day ended there, so that you'd have this virtuous image of me waiting
for the man who might be my true love, but on the way back to the elevator
I ran into the General.  He must have been working out; he was in sweats
and a damp t-shirt and had a towel around his neck.  He grinned and spoke
before I could say anything.

   "There's nothing I like better than a beautiful woman in the morning."
He grinned and let his double entendre sink in.

   I was caught a little off guard.  "Uh, thanks..." I didn't know what
else to say.  "No thanks necessary...  you're gorgeous and you know it. 
Yesterday proved that...  you enjoy being beautiful and desirable; you...
get off?  On the power that gives you.  Although I think you get off more
on surrendering that power.  Don't you?" I felt heat rising to my face and
guessed I was blushing...  This conversation was getting dangerous, and
worse, he was backing me up against the wall be the elevator.  I could
smell his strong masculine odor, like a salty musk, and his powerful
personality seemed to radiate from him in waves that felt like dizziness
tinged with the fear, anticipation and desire that were my natural feminine
responses.  My breathing was getting shallow and my heart was pounding in
my ears and he was leaning forward as if he was going to kiss me and my
lips were opening in anticipation as if of their own accord when the
elevators doors dinged softly and opened just to my side.  With a rush of
relief I broke away and ducked inside with my skirts swirling and my thighs
feeling warm and tingly.

   He followed me.  The doors closed.  He put his hands on the walls on
both sides of my head and, as my mouth opened to protest, he brought his
mouth down onto mine.  I closed my eyes and surrendered to him; to the warm
dryness of his lips as the pressed mine open, to the strong darting tongue
that teased my lips and teeth, and to the hard slab of his chest where I
pressed my palms in helpless submission.

   Somewhere far off there was a ding.  The doors had opened.  I jerked
away and opened my eyes; he was looking at me with a little smile on his
lips as if he had just proved something.  I ducked under his arms and
darted out into the hallway.  I skipped and half ran in my little heels
halfway to my room before I realized I was on the wrong floor and that he
had followed me.  Of course.  I hadn't pressed the elevator button; he had.
I stopped and turned and he was there, still smiling.  He had a key in his
hand.  "Since you're in such a hurry to run to my room, may I invite you
in?" He unlocked the door he was standing by, opened it, and held it for
me. His smile mocked me and drew me all at once.  I went in...  because,
deep down inside, I wanted to, even though I knew where it must inevitably
lead.

   His rooms were much like mine, with the exception that he was clearly
packed to leave today.  Two bags and a briefcase sat on the bed, next to a
set of clothes laid out; his traveling clothes after his workout.  The door
closed with a clunk and he leaned back against it with his arms crossed. 
His breathing was slow and even; relaxed and confident.  Funny how your
mind notices little things when you're stressed and near panic, isn't it?
What had I done?  I thought frantically to myself.  I had come in his room.
I had little doubt as to what he expected of me.  I wouldn't be able to
fool or seduce him as I had done with Barry.  How could I get out of this?
Disaster started me in the face.  He must have seen it in my expression,
because he laughed a little dry laugh and started toward me.

   "I know you," he said as he walked slowly toward me, treading and
speaking softly as if he was afraid of frightening me off.  "I know all
about you.  Isn't it obvious?  Last night confirmed it for me.  I was one
of the ones your sister called to help with your little...  ah... 
transformation.  So, the way I see it, you owe me a favor or two...  or
maybe more.  And I know an easy way for you to pay off, one that we'll both
enjoy, and one that I think will appeal to your...  inner nature."

   I started to speak and he put his finger on my lips and shushed me as if
I was a child.  "Ssshh...  he put his hands on both sides of my head and
gently tilted my head back.  My eyes closed as his lips brushed my throat.
He murmured softly to me as he kissed and nibbled at my throat and the
exposed skin of my neck and shoulders and I drew in my breath in little
gasps with the tingling electric sensations of it.  "Just tell me what you
want...  what you desire...  what pleases you sexually...  what excites you
in your deepest and most secret fantasies." He grasped my arms hard in his
powerful hands and pulled me against him.  I could feel his cock swelling
in his pants.

   "Ooohh...  aaahhh..." I wasn't quite up to talking, my knees were weak
and my head was spinning.  God, apparently I was really easy...  why was
this happening to me?  He was compelling me...  almost forcing me.  Why did
I feel powerless?  Why didn't I just say no and walk out?  Did I want to be
treated like this?  Did this really fulfill some deep dark craving?  When I
spoke it felt as if I was in a dream...  you know, when you cry out in a
passionate dream and awaken and wonder if you were really speaking?  As I
spoke I half expected to wake up somewhere else.

   "Oh...  Oh...  ohhhh...  I...  I want you....  Oh, God...  I want you to
fuck me, hard and fast, right here...  bend me over and take me like a
whore...  make me your whore...  fuck me in my ass, hard, like a whore...
make me take it up my ass, force me to...  force me to like it..." I
couldn't believe it was me saying these things.  Force me to like it? 
Where was that coming from?  But he didn't need any more encouragement.  He
just laughed his little superior laugh and then he did what I asked.  Face
down on his hotel room table, my skirt around my waist and my panties gone
who-knows-where, tears ran from my tightly closed eyes as he rubbed my face
in the polished surface and I gasped beneath his heavy muscular body,
gripping the edges of the table as he used me.  It was only a half-step
removed from rape, and I'm still not sure if I find that exciting somewhere
in a dark secret place inside me.

   I won't go into the details.  You'll just have to use your imagination.
Suffice to say I humiliated myself.  I begged him to do things to me, to
use me.  I found out things about myself I almost wish I had never known.
My tears of humiliation and fear had excited him even more than my
almost-involuntary whispers of obsessive desire.  The more submissive and
tearful I had become the more demanding and brutal he had acted.  I don't
know why it happened, or why it apparently came from inside me, all I know
is that I found myself outside in the hall, leaning dazedly against the
wall waiting for the elevator, wondering what I had done.  My ass was
burning from something that had been only minutely distinguishable from
rape, and cum was still smeared on my bare thighs.  I had lost my shoes and
my panties and my stockings had runs in the knees.  The top five buttons
had been popped off the shirt dress, when he had yanked it down around my
shoulders to savagely grip my breasts as if they were handles; I was
holding the top of my dress together with my shaking hand.  My hair was a
mess and I had cum smeared across my cheeks and chin where I could feel it
drying like a glaze and, I found out when I got to my room and a mirror, I
had cum droplets in my hair as well.  I could still taste him in my mouth,
mingled with the taste of my own ass from when he had forced me to lick and
suck him clean after pulling out of my abused anus...  and had then cum in
my mouth, pulling out at the last minute to spray the warm gooey jets into
my face and hair.  I hadn't even finished shaking when he had turned me out
into the hall without a word.

   But it wasn't the physical treatment; so much as the way he had made me
act...  or had he made me?  That was what was so unsettling about it.  Had
he made me?  Or did I really want to beg a man to abuse me, degrade me; did
I really want to say things that weren't just obscene but that stripped
away every last vestige of dignity and self-respect?  All of this before a
man who accepted it with an arrogant assumption of superiority and power.
What was the balance of power and attraction in the strange dichotomy of
power and submission, seduction and control, surrender and exploitation?

   I made it back to my room without encountering anyone, thankfully so.  I
wouldn't have wanted to explain why I looked...  well, like what had just
happened to me.  The maids had already been in, so I just stripped and
curled up in a ball on the bed and cried.  After a while I guess I fell
asleep.  I slept away the afternoon, awoke later and dumped my torn, semen
stained clothes in the trash, and took a long hot shower.  That helped.  I
ordered room service and toyed with it, then ordered a hot fudge sundae and
a hot fudge-covered brownie and sat in sweatpants and a t-shirt and ate
them both while I watched something I can't remember on TV.  I topped it
off with two single bottles of brandy from the mini bar and, slightly
tipsy, fell asleep again in a warm, comforting nest of pillows and
blankets. I had bad dreams that I cannot remember and then thankfully
drifted away into blackness.