Carl Carla and Hannah Part 8
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‘So,’ Hannah said as we reached the outskirts of the city, ‘How did you enjoy your first time dogging?’
‘Is that what it was?’ I asked incredulously.
‘Well, sort of, yes. What did you think it was?’ she laughed. ‘And the bloke who was watching thought you were a girl as well!’
‘I know,’ I said, proudly. ‘Hey, does that mean that the bet’s already won, a week early?’ I asked half-hopefully.
‘Not by a long chalk,’ she sniggered. ‘No, when I said ‘pass as a girl’, I didn’t mean just look like one. There’s much more to it than that.’
‘Such as?’
‘Mm, let me think. Well, it’s not just dressing and talking as a girl, you have to live and breathe it as well. And of course, you need to be be accepted as one by both men and women. Women will be harder to convince because they’re much more observant and wily at that kind of thing. So I will give you a task to do, and only if you succeed will the bet be complete.’
I sat thinking about it in silence for a few minutes.
‘What kind of task?’ I eventually asked.
‘I’ve not quite decided yet, but hopefully it will be fun, for both of us. I’ve kind of got an idea, but I just need to sort out the details. Anyway, after watching your progress this last week, I think you’ll do well.’
She went quiet as she thought about the task she was going to set, and I looked out the window, savouring the taste and smell of her juice in my mouth as I watched the houses go by. When we got home, I went and showered again and then got changed. It was strange, but I was eager to get back into a dress or a skirt rather than the slacks I’d been wearing earlier. I suppose that I was so used to wearing them that, outside of work, it felt odd wearing trousers again. I would never have believed that I would take to dressing as a woman so easily. I suppose Hannah’s bet has tapped into something deep inside me, a need I never knew I had.
We ordered pizza for tea, and then settled down in front of the tv with a bottle of wine for the rest of the evening. It felt so good, cuddling up to Hannah on the sofa, my skirt splayed out under me. Hannah was still dressed in jeans, so I suppose we must have looked like a typical couple, but with the roles reversed.
We went to bed around eleven, with Hannah going into the bathroom first while I cleared up and put the dishes in the washer. As I was just about to go in to the bathroom, Hannah, with a sly wink, handed me a black baby-doll with red trim to wear for bed. She also told me to put on my red high heels and some bright red lipstick as well. I was so surprised but also happy that she wanted me to wear it for her, so I went to the bathroom and removed my make-up, then made sure I was clean everywhere. Then I slipped the baby-doll on and, using tape, stuck my inserts onto my chest. Checking myself in the mirror before I turned the light off, I was kind of happy with how I looked. The baby-doll made me feel so sexy. I hoped Hannah would approve.
I found the heels a little tricky to walk in, as it was the first time I’d really worn them. Most of my training so far had been using the two inch heeled court shoes we’d bought. I managed to walk back to the bedroom and opened the door to find Hannah lying on top of the bed, naked apart from her double ended strap-on. She was stroking it as if it were her own cock. She looked at me with lust in her eyes and smiled approvingly.
‘Hello, gorgeous,’ she purred as she stroked the dildo up and down. ‘Why don’t you come over here and suck my cock? It’s been waiting for you.’
I walked across to the bed and knelt down beside it. She pushed the cock upwards and guided me on to it, feeding it between my red lips. Within seconds I was bobbing up and down on it, but the angle was wrong, and it caused me some discomfort. Getting up, I stood and leaned over her, which felt much better. Hannah reached across and rested her hand on my head, guiding me to the rhythm and depth that she wanted. Once she was happy, she let her hand travel down my body to my breasts and started fondling them through the thin material of the baby-doll. Her touch transmitted through the silicon, and it felt fabulous. I wondered how it would feel if they were real.
Hannah made little comments about how pretty I looked and how sexy I was as her hands roamed over my body. By now her ‘cock’ was wet with my saliva, and every now and then she would thrust her hips up a little, encouraging me to take it deeper into my throat. I fought the gag reflex quite well, glad of the practice I’d had the night before.
Suddenly Hannah grabbed my hair and pushed me down on the monster, causing me to take it deep. She held me there for what seemed like an eternity, but it couldn’t have been more than a second or two. I coughed as she released me, trying to catch my breath. Hannah slipped off the bed and moved behind me as I stood coughing, slipping her arms around me.
‘Mm, you’re getting to be a really good little cocksucker, Carla. You like it, don’t you baby? You like sucking cock.’
I struggled to get my breath as she pawed my breasts, sliding the cock across my ass cheeks and then up and down my crack.
‘Yes,’ I half-whispered, ‘I like sucking your cock.’
‘I know you do, you dirty little girl. You dirty little cocksucker. I bet you’d love to suck lots of cocks, mm?’
Her hands explored my body as she continued to whisper in my ear, filthy, disgusting things that she knew would turn me on. She called me a slut and a bitch, telling me she knew how to deal with naughty girls like me. As she whispered, she slowly bent me forward until my elbows were on the bed. Pulling the hem of the baby-doll up, she caressed my ass cheeks with one hand while she fingered my hole with the other. For several minutes she kept me like this, my exposed ass in the air while she probed and frigged it. The sensations were driving me wild with lust and desire, and my cock was leaking pre-cum like never before. I felt it drip on my legs three or four times before it ran down my thighs. Although she hadn’t touched my cock at all, she soon had me begging for release.
‘Please, baby, oh please,’ I moaned.
‘Please what, baby? What do you want?’
‘I need to cum, angel, please?’
I could almost hear her wicked grin as she frigged me a little harder, making me moan again.
‘You want me to fuck you, baby?’ she asked, nonchalantly.
More than anything, I wanted to cum, and I’d reached the point where I didn’t care how it happened. Her fingers were making me lose my mind.
‘Yes, please,’ I whispered.
‘What was that?’ she asked.
‘Yes, please. Fuck me, baby, please. I want you to fuck me.’
I was pleading now, ready to do anything she wanted. I heard her reach across and pour something out of a bottle. Then I felt a cool liquid being spread around my ass followed by Hannah massaging it inside me. It warmed up quickly, and the heat started to spread throughout my groin.
I almost feinted when I felt the head of the strap-on snuggle up to my ass. I felt myself open up to accommodate the phallus as Hannah slowly eased it into me, giving me that wonderful, full feeling down there. She pushed it all the way in and held it there while I got my breath, and then that exquisite withdrawal with the promise of more pleasure filled me. She started with long, steady strokes, making me give out little yelps of delight each time she pushed it forward. I was in heaven as she slowly built up a rhythm, caressing my buttocks and back each time she filled me up.
‘So, is this what you want, Carla? You want fucking, huh?’ she goaded as she reached forward and grabbed my hips.
‘Yes, oh God, yes, fuck me, please,’ I gasped back, hardly able to speak.
‘Well, seeing as you asked so nicely, I’ll see what I can do,’ she said in my ear.
Holding my hips firmly, she started to fuck me in earnest, sending me into a deeper pleasure. The sensation was indescribably intense as she pounded me, and I loved hearing the slapping of our bodies together at the end of each thrust. Almost instinctively I started to push back, wanting more as the need to climax took a firm hold on me. I raised myself up slightly, and the change of angle gave me a whole new set of sensations. My clenched fists grabbed at the bedspread and I groaned loudly as I headed towards orgasm. Hannah responded by pulling on my hips harder, slamming the cock into my willing body, and rubbing her nipples against my back.
‘Yes, oh yes,’ I cried loudly, desperate for release.
Hannah reached forward and grabbed at my breasts, hanging on to them like she had my hips. The gesture sent me over the edge as it made me feel like a fucked woman, and I squealed as the first eruption of juice flew from my cock. Hannah didn’t stop for an instant as I spurted my fluid across the bedspread, and she just kept up her pounding. Even though I’d ejaculated, the orgasm didn’t abate as she continued to slam her cock into my ass. I felt as if I was having the longest climax in history as she stepped up a gear, her grinding becoming faster and harder. Hannah hammered me relentlessly for what seemed like an eternity until I heard her howl as she came, her thrusts becoming sporadic for a moment, and then she gave one final push, leaving her cock deep inside me until her orgasm was finished.
I reached up a hand and put it over one of hers that was still clamped to my breast. She moulded and fondled the fleshy-like silicone, her touch transferring to my own skin through it. We stood like that for a moment, both of us gasping at the intensity of the pleasure we’d both had. Carefully, Hannah withdrew from me, and I felt a certain feeling of sadness as the instrument of such pleasure left my body.
I looked down at my flaccid, dripping cock. Reaching down, I gathered the last remnants of cum onto my fingers and then licked them clean. Hannah smiled, appreciatively, and then nodded to the mess I’d made on the bed.
‘Clean it up, slut,’ she instructed.
I got down on my knees and licked up as much as I could find, feeling so slutty and yet so at peace by doing it. I heard Hannah leave for the bathroom as I cleaned the bedspread, and a few minutes later she rejoined me, her cock now clean, or at least, the part that had been in me. I kept the last of my cum in my mouth as I stood up to face her. She spread her arms around me and we shared it in a deep, long kiss. When it ended, she told me to go get cleaned up, which I did.
When I came back, I was surprised to find her in a pair of my pyjamas, lying on my side of the bed. She patted the bed next to her, and I took off my heels before climbing on to join her. She’d unclasped the strap-on and reversed it, so the part that was in her while she fucked me was now sticking out of the pyjamas. She guided me down to suck on it, and I gladly obliged, tasting her beautiful juices as I took it in my mouth.
Hannah gently played with my hair as I sucked her, and after a while, she told me I’d done enough and pulled me off it. I scrambled into bed while she took it off and we turned out the lights. I curled up next to her, her arm around me protectively, making me feel so safe and warm and secure. Despite being on the ‘wrong’ side of the bed, I soon drifted off into sleep with images of the weird but fantastic day running through my head.
When we woke the next morning, Hannah had me lick her out before sending me downstairs to make coffee and toast. I was rewarded by her going down on me and giving me a mind-blowing blow job, sharing the cum afterwards of course.
We got dressed, and then spent the rest of the morning on my training, mainly involving the red high heels I wore the previous night. By lunch time, my feet ached from all the walking in them, so I changed back into my court shoes to make lunch. Having enjoyed the day yesterday, I wanted to go out again, and so Hannah took me to my room, where we worked on my make-up and hair before she grabbed her keys and we went for a drive.
This time, she took me to an old, neglected industrial estate. She found a street which seemed empty and parked the car.
‘Come on, let’s go for a walk,’ she said.
I grabbed my handbag and we set off down the deserted street. I loved hearing the sound of my heels on the pavement, but I was very conscious of the wind blowing around my skirt. I kept imagining that any second it would blow it up, and so I had to keep holding it down. Hannah seemed to have no such problem, but ever the observant teacher, she saw my concern and told me to leave it alone and it would be okay. Hesitantly, I did, although the awareness of it possibly blowing up didn’t leave me.
We walked separately for a while, which was kind of strange. Usually we held hands wherever we went, so to walk next to her and not hold her hand felt weird. Hannah must have felt it too because she took my arm after a while, like women sometimes do. We started chatting about work, of all things, and slowly we got round to the subject of Claire. Hannah said she’d like to see Claire again sometime. I was a bit worried about this, but she squeezed my arm, and told me not to worry.
‘And what about me?’ I asked, almost petulantly. ‘What am I supposed to do when your with her?’
‘Well, I’ve been thinking about that. It’s not really fair for you, is it? So, what do you want to do about it?’
I thought for a few minutes before replying.
‘I’m not sure. Let’s leave it until after next Saturday. Let’s see who wins the bet, and then take it from there.’
Hannah was quiet for a moment, and then said something I’ll never forget.
‘You know, no matter who wins, I think you actually like being a woman, don’t you? Since last week, I’ve never seen you so contented and so happy. When you’re Carla, you seem so much more… better, if that makes sense. There’s a gleam in your eyes I haven’t seen for a while, and I like it. Like when I make love to you, when I fuck you, you seem to enjoy it far too much for a guy. Be honest. Do you enjoy being a woman? Do you enjoy being made love to as a woman?’
As we walked, she looked at me questioningly, waiting for an answer. I felt that what I said would be extremely important for both of us, so I was as honest as I could be.
‘Yes, I do enjoy it, very much. And when you do me, I don’t feel like I’m a man at all, but a woman, and I like that feeling. I like the way you take control in things too, and not just in the bedroom. The whole thing’s so liberating for me. Like when I dress at home, I feel so, so… different, but so alive. For instance, yesterday, when we got back from our trip, I couldn’t wait to get out of those slacks and put a skirt on. And I like the way you treat me as a woman too. We seem to connect on a different level, in a way that we didn’t or couldn’t before. But honestly, Hannah, I’m scared. I don’t know what you’ve done to me, but I feel like I’m losing myself. I’m scared I won’t know who I really am, man or woman, Carl or Carla. But mostly I’m scared that I won’t be the person you knew and loved when we met, that you’ll see me as weak and stupid and… and…’
Unwanted tears began to form in my eyes as I started to sob, and we halted for a moment.
‘Shh, it’s okay, sweetie, it’s okay,’ she said, seeing me upset.
She took my head in her hands and held it.
‘Look at me,’ she said, gently.
I tried to avoid her gaze, my face wet as the salt water ran down my cheeks.
‘Please, look at me.’
Reluctantly, I looked at her sweet, beautiful face through my wet eyes.
‘I love you, you know that. And I know that I love you as Carl and as Carla, because to me they’re the same person. They’re you, and that’s who I love. If you want to call the whole thing off, go back to being Carl, that’s fine, I won’t mind at all. But baby, honestly, I’ve seen how different you are now, and I love having Carla in my life, and I really think that you do to. In the end, it’s up to you, you’ll have to make the decision whether Carla stays or goes. If you want to go home right now and stop being Carla, that’s okay, I really don’t mind. Just look at it as something that’s been fun and we’ve both enjoyed, and then we’ll put it behind us. All right?’
She looked deep into my eyes, looking for an answer that, at that moment, I couldn’t give her. I meekly nodded, and with a look of concern, she took a hankie out of her bag and passed it to me. I dried my eyes and we slowly walked back to the car with Hannah comforting me all the way.
For the rest of the day I stayed as Carla, but in my mind and in my heart I was in turmoil. Hannah could tell how upset and confused I was, and she was so supportive, bringing me cups of tea and being there for me. I looked at things from as many different angles as I could think of, thought of pros and cons, went through a thousand scenarios and reasons for and against. In the end, I was overwhelmed, and so I went to bed early with a splitting headache. I got undressed and got into bed naked, just as me. Hannah understood, and left me in peace.
The next morning, my head still throbbed. I couldn’t face work, so I asked Hannah to let them know that I wouldn’t be in. I was still in bed when she pulled out the drive, and I was left alone with my thoughts…
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