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For those of you awaiting the sequel to I WAS A TEENAGE SORCERESS, this...
isn't it.  Sorry.  Why did I write this story?  Well a few of you who
actually bother to read those disclaimers below may have noticed a new one
appeared a few stories ago.  The one about "fantastic magic" below.  (Read
it if you need to and return here.)

The reason I included it was because I was tired of getting certain emails.
Emails where people were saying stuff like, "This couldn't happen.  There's
nothing that allows you to do that.", blah, blah, blah.  My response was,
although more politely phrased, "DUH!"

This is fiction, ladies and gentlemen.  For those of you who have nothing
better to do with your time than critique the physics/workability of my
Magic and Scientific systems which cause the transformations I write about
in my stories, I want to say, "Get a life!"

Unfortunately, after getting one of those emails, this particular story
line got into my head, and WOULDN'T GO AWAY!  So I was forced to put the
Witch Chronicles sequel on hiatus.  (I started it, I really did)  This
story is, well... less impossible than most of my others.

Read, enjoy, tell me what you think.

Now, onto the boring stuff

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DISCLAIMERS

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This story contains scenes of an erotic and/or controversial nature, and is
not intended for the perusal of minors.  Further if perusal of such
material is considered illegal in your area or immoral by your religion or
personal beliefs, you should likewise bypass this story.

This story remains the property of the author.  Permission is granted to
download, photocopy, copy and repost so long as any such action contains
these disclaimers, and no attempt is made to profit from this story.

All characters in this story are the creation of the author, and any
resemblance to real persons, alive or dead, are purely coincidental.

This story may contain aspects of fantastic science or magic.  The
parameters of what this science/magic can accomplish are completely at the
discretion of me, the author, and, as such, I make no apologies for any
rules of "real" physics, chemistry, biology, or magic that may be broken
within the story.

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Now onto the fun stuff

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BE CAREFUL WHAT YOU WISH FOR...
     The Meeting

Sal Lewis placed the money from the customer's purchase in the register.
As the customer, a pretty blonde barely out of her teens, left, she bumped
into Leonard Jones, the manager of Haley's, the store where they both
worked (a kind of small town version of Sears or JCPenny's).  Sal watched
as the woman struck up a conversation with the handsome man.  It wasn't
long before the woman was slipping a card into Leonard's breast pocket.

After she left, Leonard came over to the register, pulled the card out of
his pocket, and said, "Want a phone number?"

Sal gave a short laugh.  "Thanks, but I don't think she'd like that much.
Expecting a phone call from you, but getting a phone call from me.  How do
you do that?"

"Must be the," Leonard, or Leo to his friends and colleagues, struck a
weight lifter's pose and deepened his voice, "animal magnetism."

Sal just smiled.  Leo, at 6'4" and 240 pounds (all muscle) could easily
have been mistaken for an amateur weight lifter.  But constantly played
down his manly physique.  He was one of those guys who had the looks and
body to be a real asshole, but enough humility to be a real friend to every
one he met.

Sal, on the other hand, was an opposite to Leo in almost every way.  He
stood only 5'4", and had never weighed more than 150 pounds in his life.
His personality was also the opposite to Leo's.  Not that anyone would ever
have accused Sal of being an asshole, but where Leo was open and outgoing,
Sal was shy and withdrawn, barely having the courage to ask customers if
they needed help when they walked in the store.

"So why don't you call the lady up?" Sal asked.  "Clearly she was
interested, and definitely a looker."

"Tell you the truth, I'm just not interested in girls like that.  I prefer
my women shy and demure.  Nothing turns me on more than to notice a girl
noticing me from across a room, then, when she notices that I've noticed,
she suddenly averts her eyes.  Girls forward enough to approach me and
shove business cards in my pocket just kind of turn me off."

Sal sighed.  "Ironic.  Girls are constantly approaching you like that, and
it turns you off.  I would love to have a girl approach me like that, but
most won't even give me a second glance.  Just once, I wish a girl would
approach me and, despite my shyness, make me have sex with her."

"Well, you know what they say."

"What's that?"

"Be careful what you wish for.  You might just get it."

"Yeah, right."

"Hey, I know you're getting off now, but I noticed your car wasn't in the
employee section of the parking lot.  Having car problems?  Gonna need a
ride home?  I'm not getting off till close, but I am going to make the run
with the mid-day bank deposit in about an hour if you want to wait."

"Naw, no car troubles.  I just felt like jogging to work today.  Thanks,
anyways."

"Sure, no problem."

When Janice, his mid-day replacement, arrived, Sal went in back, changed
into his sweats, threw his work clothes in a backpack, had  a quick cup of
coffee, and set off to home.

While jogging by the park, Sal realized that the last cup of coffee was a
mistake, when his bladder started to let him know that it was "time to go".
Luckily the park had a public bathroom, so Sal quickly ran in, opened his
pants, whipped his dick out and let fly.  As the pressure relieved, Sal
heard someone walk into the bathroom.  Out of curiosity, he took a quick
look, and stopped cold.  It was a girl!  In the men's room!

Sal was too flabbergasted to say anything as the girl walked right into the
bathroom as if she owned the place.  Sal just stared as the beauty (5'8",
with D tits) walked right up to the other urinal (there were only two and
one stall), unzipped her jeans, and pulled out a dick of her own!  Sal was
stunned to the point where he couldn't even move, including not being able
to look away.

Sal only stood there in amazement as the woman (he still couldn't think of
her as a guy, despite the evidence right in front of his face) relieved
herself into the urinal.  After she was finished, she turned to him and
said, "Take it in hand."

"Uhm, uh, excuse me?"

"You get such a kick out of watching me pee?  Take it in hand and shake it
for me."

"I...  I don't think-"

"That's right.  Don't think."  She took his hand and put it on her dick.
"Just obey."  Sal, with an almost unconscious action, shook the last bits
of urine from the tip of the girl's dick.  Then she said, "Now fondle it a
bit."  Without even thinking about it, Sal started stroking the meat in his
hand.  It quickly grew hard, and hard it was almost 9 inches long.  It was
incredibly thin for a dick.  Sal guessed that, in terms of mass, it was
probably about the same as his own average 6 incher.

"Mmmm, you've got a nice hand."  She grasped the back of his head, pulled
his face to hers, and kissed him.  She made it clear that she was the
aggressor, as she forced her tongue deep into his mouth.  "And a sweet
mouth, as well.  Let's give it a try."

Sal quickly realized what she wanted, as she forced him to his knees before
her, and started to protest, "I... I don't...  Not out here, in public."

She stopped and thought about it.  "Perhaps you're right."  She took him by
the arm and dragged him to the stall.  She forced him to kneel before her,
and said, "There.  Now no one will suspect you're sucking a girl's dick.
They'll just think you're sucking a dick."

"But-"

"Hush, boy!"  She pressed her dick to his mouth.  "Now suck."  Sal opened
his mouth only slightly, and the girl shoved into him.  Tears came to his
eyes as her ramrod bumped against the back of his throat.  "Relax," she
said.  "Don't make this harder than it is."

Sal closed his eyes and tried to relax, but as he felt the woman's dick
start to slide down his throat, his gag reflex kicked in.  The woman
immediately pulled back, just a little, and said, "Don't worry, hun.  We'll
keep trying until you get it right."

She tried again and again, getting a little further each time.  It was
somewhere after a dozen times when Sal felt the button on her jeans press
against his nose.  He opened her eyes and saw the fabric of her blouse
right in front of his eyes.  He heard her say, "Congratulations!  You did
it."

And, strangely enough, Sal felt proud, prouder even than when he made
Employee of the Month for the first time.  "Now," she said, "stick your
tongue out, into my pants.  You'll get a nice, little taste treat."  Sal
wondered what she meant, but obeyed the woman's command.  He slid his
tongue out along the length of her dick, into her pants, felt the elastic
of her panties, and slid his tongue behind it.  He expected to touch her
balls at any moment, when he felt his tongue slide into a moist slit.  He
was, once more, shocked.  The woman had a dick and a cunt!

Sal felt hands on the top of his head as the woman started to move him back
and forth on her.  He thanked god for his long tongue, for it allowed him
to keep at least the tip of it in her cunt as she moved him up and down on
her dick.  Sal actually did his best to lick and stroke her cunt and dick
as well as possible.  It only took a few seconds before the woman pulled
him almost all the way off her dick and started spraying into his mouth.
What she was spraying was thinner than he expected, but actually had a nice
taste to it.

He looked up and she smiled down on him.  She reached down and, in one
smooth motion, lifted him up and set him on the toilet seat.  Quickly,
quicker than Sal thought possible, she took off her pants and panties, and
unbuttoned her blouse.  She came over, straddled him, and lowered herself
on to him.  It was then that Sal realized that his dick (now rock hard) had
been hanging out from earlier when he had been using the bathroom.  He
moaned as he felt her wet cunt ensheath his rod.  She pulled him to her
bosom, and buried his face in her cleavage.  His hands took their place on
her back, and he started moving her up and down atop him, while licking and
sucking her tits.  They continued to move together, until they exploded in
simultaneous orgasm.

Sal collapsed back on the toilet seat.  He felt the girl get off of him.
After a few seconds, he managed to open his eyes.  The girl was already
dressed, and at the door to the stall.  Just before she left, she turned
back to him, winked, and said, "Don't forget to put that thing away before
you leave."

Sal watched her leave the stall, then watched her legs under the door,
until she was out of sight.  He then tried to leap up, but his backpack
(which had somehow managed to stay on throughout the event) had gotten
caught up on the toilet's plumbing.  He fought with it a bit, before
getting out of it.  Then he leapt up, stuffed his dick in his pants, and
ran outside.  Unfortunately the girl was long gone, so Sal went back
inside, got his backpack, and jogged home.

That night, he dreamed strange, erotic dreams of being dominated by that
same beautiful hermaphrodite.

**********

TWO DAYS LATER...

Sal was working the women's department that day.  Haley's, unlike the
national chains it emulated, wasn't big enough to afford a regular person
for every department, so the sales staff (since some positions were choicer
than others) rotated through different "meta-departments", and Sal, being
the non-confrontational type he was, gladly worked the women's department
on his turn, and, in fact, knew more about this post (and every other in
the store) than almost anyone in the store.  The women's department
contained lingerie, women's wear (dresses, skirts, blouses, women's pants
and suits, etc.), and women's accessories (belts, purses, jewelry, make-up,
etc.).  On the weekend, when sales could allow it, there were two people to
handle everything, but today, it was just Sal.

Sal was leaning on the counter next to the register reminiscing about the
strange woman, when Leo snapped him out of his reverie saying, "Hey, dude,
what's up?"  When Sal literally jumped up, Leo said, "What's up with you?
You've been in an almost perpetual daydream for the last couple days."

Sal let his heart settle down a bit, before sighing and turning to face
Leo.  "It's just... I met this incredible woman."

"Good for you!  What's her name?"

"That's just it.  I don't know."

"You don't know her name?"

"I met her when I was jogging home a couple days ago.  I had to use the
bathroom at Monument Park, and she just walked right in."

"In the men's room?"

"Uh-huh.  Then she made me do strange, exotic things.  But then, she just
walked away without telling me her name."

"Woah.  Sounds like you got your wish."

"Yeah.  Now I just wish I could see her again."

"Well, you know what they say."

"Yeah, yeah, I know.  Be careful what you wish for."

Leo smiled.  "You got a customer.  Lingerie."

As Leo walked away, Sal turned.  The woman was behind a rack of lingerie,
and Sal could barely see her heels.  He walked over and prepared his usual,
"Can I help you?" but was stopped cold when she walked out.  It was HER!
The park woman!

She looked up at him, and, not seeming to notice who he was, asked, "Hello,
do you work here?"

Sal could barely nod.

"I was wondering, could you recommend a good brand of lingerie?  I'm afraid
I'm not familiar with any of these brands."

Sal stared at her dumbfounded.  Did she really not know who he was?  Or was
she just maintaining some kind of aloof decorum?  He finally shook himself
out of his wonderment and proceeded to go into detail about the various
brands they kept in stock.  After he was finished, she picked a few panties
from the more expensive brands.  She draped them over his arms, and asked,
"Would you give me a hand?  I'd like to compare myself with these in the
dressing room mirrors."

Before he could even respond, she gave him a slight push towards the
dressing room.  But, in his near befuddlement, that slight push had the
same force as if it had been delivered by a world-class weight lifter.  Sal
just walked along beside her, until they entered the dressing room.  She
then took the lingerie from him, and tossed it on the bench.  She then
grabbed Sal under his arms, picked him up,slammed him against the wall, and
plastered their lips together.

After they broke, she gently lowered him to the floor.  He was about to say
something, but she pressed her fingers to his lips.  "Shhhh.  If you want
more of what we did the other day, don't say a word."

She remembered him!  Somehow that pleased him more than it should have.
But, not wanting to disrupt this (he wanted it so badly), he said nothing.
She unsnapped and unzipped his pants, dropping them to the floor.  Then,
while pulling his briefs down his legs, she went to her knees before him
and gently licked him like he had never been licked before.  When he was
rock hard, she told him, "Close your eyes."

He did as commanded, and felt her lift his leg out of his pants, then set
it back down.  As she repeated the process with the other leg, he felt a
fabric drawn tight around his legs.  She slowly pulled whatever it was up
his legs.  It had a soft, sensuous feel, with an airiness that felt good on
his legs.  She brought it up to his crotch and wrapped it around his ass
and balls, leaving his cock hanging over the top of the elastic.

She stood up beside him, lifted her skirt, and dropped it over his dick.
She pressed her crotch to his, grinding their dicks together, hers still in
it's silken sheath, his in whatever it was.  The grinding, combined with
that sensuous feeling around his balls, was driving him insane, and soon,
he was spraying into the underside of her skirt.

When they broke, and she pulled away, he looked down to see what it was.
He was only slightly surprised to find that it was a pair of panties, lacy
ones at that.  She stepped behind him, took him in her arms, and started
rubbing his chest from behind.  She pulled their bodies together, rubbing
her tits to his back, and her crotch to his ass.  It wasn't long before Sal
was rubbing back against her, wanting to enhance the sensation in any way
possible.  He felt the panties between them (both hers, and the ones on
him) slide down.  He felt her pull back a little, then felt her dick at his
ass.  He protested, "Wait...  I don't-"

But she silenced him with a single, "Shhhh."  Then she started to push into
him.  He thought that it would be incredibly painful (particularly without
lubrication), but, although there was some pain, her dick was thin enough
that it wasn't anywhere near as bad as he thought it would be.  She
continued to push and push until their hips touched.  She waited only
briefly before she began to pump in him, going in and out.

Sal thought he'd have to just grin and bear it, but, after just a bit, the
pain became one more sensation to add to the erotic pleasure he was
feeling, and he started to help with his own sodomy, pushing back against
her with every thrust she made.  It only took a few minutes before they
were cumming together once more.

After he came, Sal went weak in the knees.  The woman helped him to the
bench, and gave him a kiss on the cheek.  The woman then left the dressing
room.  Sal quickly pulled himself together.  He had to get that woman's
name and number!  He almost ran out into the shop with nothing on but the
panties and his shirt, but realized what he was dressed in, just before
doing so.  He quickly looked around and found his pants, but his briefs
were missing.  All the lingerie, and, of course, the panties he was still
wearing, were there, but his underwear was gone!

Not wanting to delay any longer than necessary, he stuffed his dick into
the panties, pulled on his pants, and ran out to the store.  But the woman
was gone!  The only sign that she had ever been there was the money on top
of the register.  Checking it Sal noticed it was exactly the amount needed
for the panties he wore.  On the top bill was the message, "For your gift."

And, damn it, he still didn't know her name!

**********

LATER THAT DAY...

Sal sat on his couch at home, bushed.  They had had a sudden rush of
customers during the last couple hours before closing, and Sal was
exhausted.  He had come right home, grabbed a soda out of the fridge, sat
down on the couch, and turned on the TV.  He was thinking about that
strange woman who had so dominated his life after only two visits.  He
thought to himself, "I wish I knew who she was."

Almost immediately thereafter, he could hear Leo's voice saying, "Be
careful what you wish for."

He was just starting to recover from the day's exertions when he heard a
knock on the door.  "Who could that be?" he thought as he looked at his
watch.  "It's almost 11 PM."

He got up, opened the door, and stood there, stunned, as SHE walked in.
"Oh, good, I got the right place," she said as she strode past him.  He
stood there and stared as the girl looked around.  "Nice place.  Small, but
kind of cozy."  She sat on the couch.  "So, are you going to offer a lady a
drink?"

Sal stood there for a few seconds before shaking his head, and saying, "Uh,
yeah, soda okay?"

"Don't you have anything stronger?"

"I'm afraid not.  I... don't handle alcohol real well."

"Well, if sodas are all you have, they'll have to do."

Sal went into the kitchen, poured a soda into a glass, and brought it out
to her.  As she sipped the soda, he asked, "Not that I'm complaining, but
how did you find me?"

She reached into the purse she had, and fished out a card.  Sal looked at
the card.  It was one of the cards the store sprung for.  All it said was
his name, "SALESCLERK", and the name of the store.  "Well, once I had your
name from this card, it was a simple matter to get your number and address
from the phone book."  Sal was somehow strangely pleased that she would
make even this simple effort to find him.

She put the card back in her purse, and set the glass of soda on the coffee
table.  She pulled Sal to her and proceeded to French him.  Sal felt all
his resistance melt away, and she started to push him backwards.  Sal
almost allowed himself to be pushed onto his back, but managed to pull it
together, broke the lip lock and said, "Wait a minute," and shook his head.
"Who are you?  Where did you come from?  Where did you get...?"  Sal nodded
his head towards her crotch.

In a sultry voice, she asked, "Is that really important?" and tried to
press her lips back to his.

He stiffened up his arms between them.  "Yes.  I'm sorry, but you drive me
crazy, and I can't go on not knowing."

She smiled.  "But could you go on not knowing, if knowing meant you
couldn't go on?"

"What...  What do you mean?"

"What if I were to tell you that I will answer all your questions, but
after I did so, I'd walk out the door never to return.  Then would you
still insist on knowing my secrets?"

Sal almost broke down.  "Please..."

"That's not an answer.  Would you still insist on knowing all my secrets if
it meant losing me forever?"

Tears came to Sal's eyes.  "Please..."

"Would you still insist on knowing all my secrets if it meant losing me
forever?"

Sal turned his head down, unable to face her.  He sobbed, "No."

He felt her hand on his chin, and she turned his face to her.  "My name is
Charity."  She kissed him.  "And I don't intend to leave you quite yet."

Sal almost broke down again.  "Oh, thank you!"

"I come from Capitol City.  I'm in town visiting friends.  As for where I
got my dick, I was born with it."

"Well, why didn't you get rid of it when you got a cunt?"

She smiled an amused smile.  "You're thinking of a transsexual, a person
with the soul of one sex, but the body of the other.  I am a fully
functional hermaphrodite.  I was born this way, with both a cunt and a
dick."

"But... are you a man or a woman?  Inside, I mean."

"You know, I don't think I could really be called either.  Like my body, my
soul is part female, part male.  There are times when I feel very female.
And there are other times when I feel very male."

Sal looked down shame-faced.  "And you were feeling male when you saw me
that first time?"

He felt her hand on his face.  "On the contrary, lover.  I was feeling very
female that day."

Sal looked at her, confused.  "But... the way you treated me.  Both then
and today."

"Oh, admittedly, I was feeling rather dominant, but don't confuse dominance
with gender.  You can be a dominant female or a dominant male.  That day I
was a very dominant female, looking for a submissive male.  And when I saw
you, I decided to take a chance."

She leaned in close, till their faces were almost touching.  She whispered,
"To be honest, Sal, our meetings, both of them, were kismet, total chance.
But when I saw you in the park I thought you could be what I needed.  And
then I left you because I didn't feel it would be fair to you to continue
further.  But then, when I stopped in your store to have a bite at the cafe
there, and saw you, I just got so excited.  You see, there are times when I
really need a submissive male lover."  She started rubbing his crotch.
"Could you do that for me?  Could you be my submissive lover, Sal?"

Sal nodded, and whispered, "Yes."

Charity smiled, unzipped his pants and reached in.  "I see you're still
wearing my gift."  Not wanting to disturb the moment, Sal didn't tell her
that it was only because he had gotten so busy that he had forgotten he was
wearing them.  She leaned over and kissed him, pushing him onto his back at
the same time.  She undid his pants, and pulled them from his body.  She
pulled his panties down, and started stroking his dick

Sal moaned.  "Charity, could I... could I see you naked?"

Charity just smiled.  "Unbutton my blouse," she commanded.  Sal tentatively
reached up and unbuttoned her blouse.  "Now, remove it for me."  Sal slid
the blouse off her shoulders, and off her arms.  "Now remove my bra."  Sal
reached behind her, as she leaned forward.  As he unhooked the bra, she
shoved his face into her cleavage, where he used his long tongue to its
best, licking and stroking the valley between her globes.  "Oh, Sal, your
tongue is so marvelous.  I must've been standing under my lucky star when I
found you."

Sal was pleased that she was so proud of him.  "Thanks."

"Shhhh, no talking.  Just lick."

Sal continued to lick as he slid Charity's bra from her body.  After he
tossed the bra to the side, Charity moved his hand to the zipper on her
skirt.  He slid it down, and she stood up just enough so that her skirt
could slide off.  She then sat back down so Sal could continue to lick her
now bare breasts.  After a few seconds, Charity was panting and moaning
with lust.

Suddenly Charity pushed Sal away, then stood in front of him.  "Okay," she
said, "it's time for the final revelation.  Take my panties off."

Sal sat up.  From the bulge in her panties, he could tell that she was
already highly excited.  He reached up, and slowly pulled the panties down.
He was erotically pleased when her stiff rod sprang up in front of his
face.  He pulled the panties down to her ankles.  She lifted her left leg
from the panties, and brought her foot up to his face.  "Take off my shoe."
Sal slowly removed the shoe, then kissed her foot.  He was amazed as he did
it, but it just seemed so natural, so... right.  After he was finished, he
looked up, and, judging from the smile on Charity's face, she thought so,
too.  She then lifted her other foot, and allowed him to repeat the
process, including kiss.

Then she stepped back, and wearing nothing but her stockings asked, "What
do you think?"

Sal looked her over carefully, from her brown hair, down her beautiful
face, over her beautiful tits and stomach, at her sexy crotch (and her dick
only added to its sexiness), and finally along her beautiful legs.  He was
amazed.  Despite what she had said about being part man and part woman, the
ONLY part of her that looked at all male was her 9 inches of meat.  He
looked up into her eyes and said, "You are SO incredible!"

She took her dick in hand, stepped up to him, and waved it in front of his
face.  "Show me how incredible."  He opened his mouth to suck it in, but
she deftly danced it away from his lips.  He found himself lunging after
it, trying to get it into his mouth.  Finally, he managed to get it into
his mouth, and quickly sucked a few inches in so it couldn't get away.  But
his almost desperate need was unnecessary, for as soon as he got her into
him, she put her hands on the back of his head, and slowly guided herself
into his mouth.

He felt her dick press the back of his throat and he relaxed it so that he
could get all of her in.  This time, it only took a couple tries for him to
get all 9 inches in his mouth.  And, as soon as he did, he shot his tongue
into her cunt, and wiggled it around.  She moaned and ground her hips
against his face, rocking around a bit.  Sal grasped her ass and actually
pulled her into him, ramming her dick down his throat.  He continued to
suck and lick her until she yanked her hips away, leaving just the tip of
her dick in his mouth, and sprayed, filling his mouth with her feminine
cum, which he quickly swallowed.

She sat on the couch beside him, almost collapsing.  She took his face in
hand and gently kissed up the little bits of her cum which had dribbled out
of the sides of his mouth.  "Now, lover," she said, "my turn.  Let me see
you in just my gift."

Sal quickly got up and stripped down to just the lacy panties she had
bought for him.  He stood there waiting for her to do or say something.
She just looked him up and down.  Finally she reached out and lightly
stroked her fingertip along his hard dick.  "So sweet.  Is this for me?"

Sal just nodded.  She carefully worked the panties down from around his
dick, but left his balls inside them.  She then took his dick, pulled him
closer, and sucked him into her mouth.  She played her tongue over his
dick, eliciting an intense moan of lust and sexual need.  She licked and
sucked, driving him almost to orgasm.  But just before he came, she pulled
off of him, getting a begging sound that was almost painful.

"Relax, hun.  We're nowhere near finished."  She took him by the dick and
sat him on the couch.  While keeping his dick hard with one hand, she
wrapped the other around his shoulders and kissed him.  She pressed him
onto his back, crawled above him and straddled his hips.  She lowered
herself onto him, then proceeded to ride him, using incredible muscle
control to keep him from cumming, but keeping him highly excited, until she
came again, spraying onto his stomach.

When she crawled off of him, he whimpered in need.  She leaned over and
gave him a quick kiss on the lips.  "Don't worry, love.  It's your turn
now."  She got between his legs, pushed them wide apart and lifted them
against his chest.  "Hold these," she told him.  He took hold of his legs,
and pulled his panties from his asshole.  She placed her dick at his hole
and slowly pushed in.  When she got all the way in, she waited briefly
before starting to pump in and out of him.  Sal moaned in ecstasy.  He
couldn't believe it.  Here he was, getting fucked, and loving it!

As she continued to ream his ass, he reached up and began to stroke her
tits.  She moaned, clearly enjoying his ministrations, and fucked faster.
Sal was only slightly shocked as his body started shoving back against her
thrusts, and it wasn't too much longer before they were cumming together.

She collapsed on top of him, and he held her close as her cock slowly
shrunk and popped out of his ass.  "Thank you, Mistress."

She smiled.  "I appreciate the honorific, but you can call me Charity."

"Thank you, Charity."  Sal thought about it and asked, "Charity, you're
incredible, and I was wondering, how did you get so good at... well,
dominating... submissive men?"

"Like yourself?"  Sal nodded shamefully.  Charity smiled.  "When do you go
to work tomorrow?"

"I don't.  Tomorrow's the start of my "weekend".  Two days off in a row."

She stood up, took his hand, and stood him up.  "Then we'll talk about it
in the morning.  Now where's your bedroom?"

Sal pointed towards the bedroom.  Charity wrapped her arm around his
shoulder and walked him to the bedroom, refusing to let him put his arm
around her.  Despite the fact that he felt so submissive like that, he also
felt strangely safe and comforted.

**********

JUST BEFORE SAL WAKES THE NEXT MORNING...

Sal dreamt he was sleeping, sleeping curled up at Charity's feet like some
puppy dog.  She was naked, and even more beautiful than the day they first
met, if such a thing was possible.  She reached down and stroked his head,
gently rousing him.  He looked up and she gave him a beatific smile.  She
pointed to her dick, partially hard, and, in the dream, he immediately
climbed up and took it in his mouth.

Sal then woke up, with Charity sitting on his chest, her dick already in
his mouth.  Surprisingly, he wasn't even miffed, and took her ass and
pulled her into his mouth, surprising her.  But she quickly got over it and
started fucking his face.  It only took a few minutes before she was
spraying into his mouth.

She then lay beside him stroking his chest.  "God, you have an incredible
mouth.  Don't take this the wrong way, but have you ever sucked dick
before?"

"Not before I met you in the park bathroom.  And if anybody would've told
me I'd be addicted to it, or at least to one dick in particular," he said
as he took her dick in hand, "I'd've laughed in his face."

"Flatterer."

"You said you'd tell me about yourself this morning."

"Are you sure you want to know?  To know me is to enter my world, a web you
might never escape from.  We can have a lot of fun never knowing anything
more about each other than we already do."

"I wish I knew as much about you as I could."

As soon as he said it, he could hear Leo's voice saying, "Be careful what
you wish for."

"Alright, then, but don't say I didn't warn you.  My skill at dominating
men actually starts at a time when I was feeling weak and girlish.  I was
born in the 70's to what I call the last of the late, great hippies of the
60's.  And when they were told that I was a hermaphrodite, they ignored the
doctor's advice that they make me choose a sex and give me an operation to
make it so.  Instead they decided that I would grow up as is, and if I ever
decided to be one or the other, they'd make it so then.  Hence, the name
they gave me, Charity James.  That's first and middle.  No last names.

"But they died when I was only 5, and I went to live with my very rich
uncle.  Well, at that point I still hadn't made a decision, and despite
disagreeing with my parents, my uncle abided by their wishes, and never
pressured me to make a decision.

"To be honest, at that age, if I had made a decision, it would've been to
be male.  My cunt didn't seem to be that big a deal one way or the other,
and I would've hated to lose the ability to pee while standing up.

"But it seems my body had other plans.  At the age of 9 my body started
developing secondary female characteristics."

"Breasts?"

"That and more.  Rounder hips, thin waist, soft face.  And, up till that
point, I had pretty much lived as a boy, so I decided to give being a woman
a try.  By 13, I was quite the looker, but because of fear of discovery of
my dick, I was afraid to be anything more than friends with a boy.

"But when I was 16, there was this one boy.  Oh, he was so cute.  And, when
he asked me out, I couldn't say no.  Well, we went on the standard teenage
date, movie, pizza, then off to the local make-out point, the part of the
date I had been dreading.

"Well, we started making out, and his hands kept trying to get down to my
crotch.  I kept pulling his hands up, trying to keep them on my tits, but
he eventually got a hand down there.  When he found out what was there, he
freaked.  He just opened my door, pushed me out, and drove off.

"I then had to walk two miles over rough road to get to the nearest pay
phone where I could call my uncle.  My shoes, built for beauty, not for
durability, were a mess.  The heels were broken off, one shoe was almost
falling off, it was so torn up, and both my feet were pretty scratched up.
When my uncle took me home, I broke down in tears.  But he carried me
inside, removed my tattered footwear, bathed and treated my feet, then held
me as I cried and sobbed into his shoulder.

"As he held me, I told him I hated being a freak.  But he wouldn't hear it.
He told me that a gentleman wouldn't have tried to take liberties with me,
and that I shouldn't make any decisions about my life, particularly ones
regarding my self-esteem, on the actions of a stupid boy.

"Then I asked him if anybody could ever accept me for who I was.  He then
turned my face to his and gave me one of the most sensual, beautiful kisses
I've ever experienced.  I was shocked, but only a tenth as much as when he
asked me if he could take the time to bed me like a man should bed a woman.

"I could only nod meekly.  He helped me out of my dress and slip, then took
me in his arms and carried me up to my bed.  That night he took the time to
pleasure me in ways I have found in only a few men since then.  With his
mouth, he pleasured every part of me, my face, breasts, stomach, legs and
arms, cunt, and, yes, even my dick.  And when he was finished, he told me
that if I ever felt the need for sex, and he was available, all I had to do
was ask.

"Problem was, shortly thereafter, he was diagnosed with some tension stress
disorder thingy that was causing him migraines.  In order to deal with it,
he was prescribed tranquilizers of some kind, at a dosage high enough to
knock him out.  So we rarely ever got a chance to do anything.

"Well, one day I came home horny as hell.  I don't remember what from.  I
think it was from some movie in a class.  Anyways, I came home, but my
uncle was passed out on the couch, face down, one leg hanging off the
couch, in his sweats.  After briefly swearing, I thought I'd have to go
upstairs and do a little self-pleasuring.  But then he shifted on the
couch, pointing his ass right at me, and I got the idea to do a little
ass-fucking then and there.

"Now uncle had never before let me fuck his ass, but neither had he said
no.  The issue just hadn't come up before.  Besides, I was so horny, I
wasn't thinking straight.  So I silently walked over, and carefully pulled
down his sweats.  I put my dick to his ass and slowly pressed in.  I fucked
him through one orgasm, and was well on my way to a second when he awoke.
I thought he'd be angry, but instead he just reached back, grabbed my ass
and pulled me even deeper into him.  We moved together, with him using his
muscles to bring me through two more orgasms before he came the first time.

"Well, to make a long story short, or perhaps just not quite so long, it
turns out that letting loose and being my slave was a much more effective
tension reliever than any medication ever was.  So from that point on,
whenever he wasn't working, he made himself mine to do with as I pleased."

"And that was how you got so good at commanding submissives?"

"Mm-hmm.  Being commanding and dominant was necessary to helping my uncle,
so I got good at it fast.  Speaking of which," she kissed Sal while rubbing
his dick through his panties, "do you want it up the ass, or in your mouth?"

Sal started breathing hard.  "Uhm, in my ass this time."

Charity smiled, and turned him onto his hands and knees.  She got up behind
him, pulled his panties down, and rammed herself home.  "Now," she said,
"try to keep from cumming.  Hold yourself as long as you can."

Sal nodded.  He held himself through one orgasm, but came before she did
for the second time.  Not that it stopped her.  She continued to pump his
ass until she had her second orgasm.  "Not too bad for a beginner, but
we're going to have to work on your endurance."

"Endurance?"

"Before I get done with you, you'll be able to hold off through a half
dozen orgasms of mine before feeling the need to cum even once."  Charity
leaned forward and kissed him, causing Sal to shudder and nearly cum again.
"Now come along.  I want to take a shower, and I need someone to scrub my
back."

Sal meekly got up and followed her to the bathroom.  She had been right,
though.  Now that he knew about her, there was no way he could leave her.

**********

FOUR WEEKS LATER...

Sal closed the register after a sale, then just stared at it.  For about
three weeks, he had been Charity's love slave, willingly sucking, fucking,
being fucked by, and even occasionally being sucked by the beautiful
hermaphrodite.  Then a week ago, she had just disappeared.  And since she
had never given him a way to contact her (she had always controlled when
and where their sex occurred) he was now bereft of her company.

He was still staring at the register when Leo touched his shoulder, causing
him to jump straight up.  "Woah, man, I was gonna ask you if you were okay,
but judging from that reaction, I'd say no."

"Sorry, I've... been on edge for a few days."

"Yeah, I've noticed.  Care to talk about it?"

"Not really."

"Suit yourself.  But you know you can always come to me if you need to talk
about anything?"  Sal nodded.  "Look, Sal, you've got the next two days off
anyways, why don't you cut out early?  It's not like we're busy or anything
right now."

"Yeah, okay."

Sal went out to his car, and sat in the driver's seat for a bit.  What was
he gonna do?  At that point he felt as though he couldn't live without
Charity, but he didn't even know where she was.  He thought about
everything she had told him about herself (which wasn't much) and decided
to take a chance.  She had said she was from Capitol City which was only an
hour's drive away.  It was a total longshot, but he had to try it.

As he drove, he said out loud, "God, if you only ever grant one wish in my
life, let it be this one:  I wish to become a permanent part of Miss
Charity James' life."

And, almost like clockwork, he heard Leo's voice saying, "Be careful what
you wish for."

He drove to Capitol City, but was stuck for what to do when he got there.
Capitol City was a big place.  He pulled into the parking lot of a mall to
sit and think.  Although she had never said so, Sal had gotten the
impression that Charity was a bit of a socialite back home, and tended to
go out a lot.  But Sal didn't know any place like that here in Capitol City.

Sal went into the mall, looking for someone in their early 20's who looked
like they might know of some places he could try.  He found what he was
looking for in a young lady working in a dress shop.  He went inside and
said, "Excuse me.  I'm new in town and was wondering if you knew of any
places where I could go to have fun?  Dance halls and the like, I mean.
Nothing illicit."

"Let's see.  There's The Menagerie, The Shadow Zone, the Twilight Zone,
Midnight Express, Sappho's Place.  No, wait a minute, that's definitely not
the place for you."

"Why not?"

"Not familiar with the name?  Sappho's an ancient Greek poetess.  She's
also supposed to be the first internationally known lesbian, but I'm no
history major, so I couldn't say yes or no to that.  Sappho's place is
women only.  You wouldn't even make it through the front door."

"Oh, okay."

"But you can find the addresses to the others, and probably a bunch more in
the phone book.  Look under Dance Halls."

"Thanks."  Sal ran from the store and went to a phone booth.  Upon checking
the Yellow Pages, he found that there were 3 pages of "Dance Halls" front
and back.  It was mostly large ads, but there were still far more than he
thought there would be.  He ripped the pages from the book, and ran back to
his car.

He checked the places one by one, but failed to find Charity at any of
them.  It was nearly 1 AM and he was growing tired.  Since most of the more
reputable places were closing (it may have been the start of his weekend,
but it was still Wednesday for the rest of the world) he decided that he'd
try one more place before finding a hotel and starting over again tomorrow.

He picked up the Yellow Pages he had and one dropped loose.  Sitting there
on the paper was a quarter-page ad for Sappho's Place.  He stared at it
briefly before deciding to check it out.  He may not have been able to go
in, but he could watch the place for a while.

He drove to the dance hall/bar (pretty high class area it was in).  He
parked a little ways down the street and watched the front door.  The bar
was still open and still fairly busy, with women of all types waiting in a
line to get in.  He stared intently, and was still staring when a sudden
knock on his door caused him to jump and hit his head on the roof of the
car.  He turned and saw this rather large, pretty, blonde woman standing
there.  From the look on her face, he could tell she was perturbed as she
made the circular motion for him to roll down his window.  After he did so,
she sarcastically asked, "You get a kick out of ogling strange women?"
Then, before he could say anything, she jerked her thumb, pointing down the
road, and said, "Move on before I call the cops."

Sal just muttered, "Yes, ma'am."  As she started to walk away, he got a
brief surge of bravery and said, "Excuse me?"

"What do you want?"

"Uhm, I'm looking for someone.  That's why I'm here.  Beautiful woman,
5'8", brunette, goes by the name Charity."

She looked at him suspiciously.  "Maybe I know her.   Maybe I don't.  Let's
say for the sake of argument that I do.  Why should I tell you anything?"

"Please!  I'm desperate!  Is she inside?  Can you take a message to her?"

The woman gave him a stern look, but his desperation was evident and struck
a chord with her.  "I know Charity, but she's not here tonight."

"Do you know where I can get a hold of her?  Please, I'll do anything."

She stared at him for a while before saying, "Come on," and heading back
towards the bar.  Sal quickly got out of his car, locked it and followed
the woman to the back of the bar.  She pointed to a chair and told him,
"Sit there.  Don't move."  Sal did as ordered and waited.

He didn't move for the next 2 hours, when the woman returned.  She said,
"Come with me."  Sal followed and they went out to the main area.  The
place was empty, clearly it was after closing.  There was some trash on the
floor, empty glasses on some tables, and some dirty ashtrays about the
place, but, all in all, the place seemed cleaner than most bars he had been
in.  "Now, you just became janitorial staff for the evening.  You get to
help clean up.  Turn the chairs over and put them on the tables, empty all
the ashtrays and glasses and bring them back to the kitchen to be cleaned,
then sweep and mop the floors.  Do a good job, and I might consider telling
you where you can find Charity."

Sal quickly did as ordered.  He had some help (the regular janitorial
staff, he guessed) but he made a special effort to do more work than anyone
else, hoping it would impress the lady so that he could get a number or
address, or anything he could to be able to contact Charity.

It was around 5 AM when he finished.  He went over to the woman, and asked,
"Did I do well enough?"

She looked over the bar, and said, "Good job.  I've never seen the place
look cleaner."  She handed him a sheet of paper and said, "This is
Charity's address."

"Thanks."

As Sal walked away, she said, "Mister."  Sal turned back. "Better be
careful.  Becoming a part of Charity's life might mean more than you can
handle."  Sal just nodded.

He went back to his car, and drove to the address listed, an upscale
apartment building.  Charity, according to the paper, lived in a penthouse
condominium.  He went in, but the elevator's could only be summoned by key,
and the stair door was locked.  He went up to the security desk and asked,
"How could I get up to meet someone upstairs?"

"What's your name?"

"Sal Lewis."

"And the person you want to see?"

"Charity.  I don't know her last name."

The guard looked at him suspiciously, but punched some buttons on the
computer panel.  After a few seconds he said, "Sorry, you're not on Miss
Langdon's list."

Charity Langdon.  Finally, Sal had a last name.  "Could you let me go up
anyways?"

The man laughed openly.  "Not a chance.  You're not on that list, the only
way up is by announcement only."

"Could you announce me?"

"Sorry.  I know Miss Langdon is out right now, and I have orders that her
house girl is NOT allowed to admit entry to anyone."

"Oh."

"If you want to wait in the lobby, she should be back in a couple hours."

"Okay."

Sal walked over and sat on the plush couch.  He had intended to watch the
door until Charity came in, but the couch was so comfortable, and his day
had been so long that he was unable to stay awake.

He woke up to the feeling of someone stroking his hair out of his face.  He
opened his eyes and saw Charity looking down at him.  She smiled and said,
"Good morning, Sal.  Julie said that Kimberly called and said that someone
was looking for me.  When she described who it was, I knew it was you."

Sal threw his arms around Charity's neck.  "Oh, Charity, why did you leave
me?  Did I do something?  I'll do anything to make it up to you."

She held him, and stroked the back of his head.  "There, there.  No, you
didn't do anything.  I was just afraid, well, that this was happening.
That you were beginning to obsess on me."

"Please.  I'll do anything to be with you."

"Yes, I know.  That's part of the problem."  Charity sighed.  "Well, since
it's already happened, come on.  Let's go upstairs and talk about it."

Charity took Sal by the hand and led him to the elevator.  Charity used her
key for the top floor, and they rode up in silence, Charity's arm around
his shoulder.  When they arrived, Sal figured they'd have to walk down a
hall, but the doors opened on a huge foyer.  There was a small, petite
blonde dressed in a classic maid's uniform waiting for them.  "Good
morning, Charity.  I've drawn your bath, and a light snack awaits by the
tub."

"Thank you, Julie.  Sal, meet Julie, my house girl."  Julie nodded to Sal,
and Sal nodded back.  "Julie, I'll be into the bathroom in a bit, right
after I take care of Sal."  Sal briefly grew afraid.  He knew that Charity
liked her baths hot, and the only way she'd be planning on getting into the
bath fast would be if she didn't plan on taking long on him.

She walked him into another room, a bedroom.  She turned down the bed,
saying, "Get undressed."  Sal quickly obeyed, wondering if she was planning
on sex.

After he was undressed, she put him in the bed, then pulled the covers up
over him.  He started to speak, saying, "But-"

But she put a finger to his lips.  "Shhhh.  It's clear you need some sleep.
How long had you been awake before falling asleep on the couch downstairs?"

"Almost a full day."

"Mm-hmm.  I thought so.  Now go ahead and get some sleep.  I don't want you
all fuzzy headed when we discuss our life together."  She leaned forward
and kissed him on the forehead.  "Don't worry, I'll be here when you wake
up."  Sal smiled and curled up, asleep before she left the room.

Charity walked to the bathroom, where Julie waited.  "Water still hot?"

As Julie helped Charity undress, she said, "Yes, love.  I figured you'd
need some extra time with the gentleman, so I made it a little hotter than
normal."

Charity stepped into the tub.  "Ah, Julie, you always seem to know what I
need before I need it."

"That's my job, Charity."

Charity settled into the bath.  "Ahhhhh.  Get the scrub brush, Julie.  My
back needs washing."

Julie got a scrub brush, and proceeded to clean Charity's back for her.
"Mistress?" she asked.

"Alright, Julie, I've sensed a distancing from you ever since I walked in
today, and you know I don't like those "proper" honorifics.  I can barely
tolerate ma'am.  What's wrong?"

"I was just wondering what you plan for Mister Lewis."

"I'm not sure yet.  Most likely something like I did with you."

"Oh."

"Do you have a problem with that?"

"No, ma'am.  It is, of course, your decision."

"Julie, you know how I hate it when you keep things hidden."

"It's just... I was hoping I'd be the only permanent slave-servant in your
life."

"Oh, Julie."  Charity reached back and took her hand.  "I love you dearly,
and Sal will never replace you in my heart.  But he has carved a niche of
his own.  When you came to me a couple years ago after I left you, I was
tickled pink.  Like him, I left you because I felt your attraction was
growing too great for your own good.  And, like him, I cried when I had to
leave you.  And, like him, when you came to me, begging to enter my life, I
knew there was no way I could say no."

"But... he waited a full week before coming after you.  I only waited 3 days."

"He also has a full time job at that department store I told you about, the
one I intend to purchase.  He also lives in another town, and managed to
track me down through sheer luck.  You knew where I worked when you came to
me."

"But-"

"Julie, Sal will never take your place in my heart, but he holds a place
just as great.  Now that he's come after me, I could no more ask him to
leave than I could you."

"Yes, ma'am."

"Buck up, Jules.  Unlike you, I don't intend to leave Sal unchanged.  If he
doesn't accept and manages to walk away then you will once more be the only
slave in my life."

**********


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