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Business Dealings by Diana Kimberly Heche If they weren't both so deadly serious I would have laughed them out of the room. "This isn't a sitcom guys ... things like this don't work in real life. Send Linda." Kirk explained patiently again, "Linda doesn't understand the technology. And we don't have enough time to teach her. It would take years." I laughed at the absurdity of this conversation "but there's enough time to teach ME to play your little masquerade? You're insane. It's your mess, you get yourself out of it." "Yes," Linda leaned forward locking her eyes with mine. "Kirk is unquestionably a dumb ass. But it is OUR mess. He's painted US into a corner. Allen, you are the only one who can possibly pull this off, not six foot three, two hundred and fifty pound Kirk." Her eyes narrowed and her voiced cooled, "And you know I know you can pull it off ". I understood what she meant and leaned back in my chair allowing myself to think. I had known Kirk since grade school. We went to college together and spent all four years as roommates. We knew that after college we weren't sit in a cubicle type guys so we set to work trying to create the next big thing. And we believe we had: a recorder that allows you to convert albums or tapes into CD form, easily and cheap. We shopped the technology around and were surprised to find how cool the reception was. Most of the stereo component manufactures were not thrilled about anything that didn't come out of their own research and development department. And for a myriad of reasons, financially related mostly, recording labels were very resistant to the idea of the recorder. They had made a great deal of money from people replacing their album and tape collection by purchasing CDs. And as we found out, record companies are the 800 pound gorillas in the field with a great deal of influence over the hardware side of the market - if they don't want a technology to hit the shelves ...well ... things get pretty damn hard. Kirk, who primarily spear headed the effort to get us in the market place got desperate. Very desperate. Throwing out a great deal of the feelers by email and fax, he became all things to all people. When he wrote to someone who had a Japanese sounding surname, he used one. When writing someone who had an Irish surname from Boston, he suddenly had an Irish surname and had once lived in Boston. Whatever it took. So when Kirk wrote an email to Musictech Product Procurement Director Arnold Langston, listed as "non-married" on the company website, the strategy seemed obvious. Kirk "became" Brenda Rose the slightly coquettish marketer of our product. He never stepped over the bounds of decorum, but the underlying sexual subtext was definitely there. It worked. It got him through the door and it gained Langston interest in the product; but it was absolutely breath taking in its lack of forethought. Kirk assumed he could pull the bait and switch on Mr. Langston. When it came time to demonstrate the recorder and negotiate the deal, it would be the three of us and our lawyer, and Brenda would conveniently be sick or out of the picture in some other way. But sales are based on relationships. And Langston had established a relationship with Brenda Rose. She was the one whose champagne glass he would want to clink when this deal closed. So no one should have been surprised when he offered to fly Brenda out to Los Angeles to look over the product and potentially make an offer. No one but Kirk, I should add. I turned my attention to Linda watching me think while I rolled her comments over in her mind, "And you know I know you can pull it off". She hasn't forgiven me yet for lying to her. Linda and I had dated for the last two years in college. We were slated for big things, and were a dead lock to be the first of our friends down the isle. Everything was perfect, right down to how she and Kirk got along famously. Then came the senior year fraternity Halloween party. A bunch of the fraternity members thought it would be hilarious to go to our party dressed as girls. I did as well; I showed up dressed as Madonna and was a huge hit with everyone ... everyone but Linda. The problem, as it was later revealed, was that I was too good. I was claiming I had never done anything like this before, but the signs were too clear to those who bothered to pay any attention. My make-up, which I did myself, was too good, too realistic. I moved easily about on four inch heels all night without a bit pain or a bit of wobble, a task that no one accomplishes the "first" time they walk on heels half that size. It takes time to learn, more time to become comfortable and skilled, and it takes breaking in a pair of shoes. My heels were new looking, but to the discerning eye, Linda's eye, not brand new. Using tape and breast forms, I created full, real looking cleavage and used a corset and padded panties to narrow my waist and increase my hips. I looked good. Not perfect, but very good. That night I fooled quite a few of the fraternity members and got hit on quite a bit from those who didn't know and I moved in and out of the women's bathroom without detection. Having fun with the guys, I played it up with teasing style. But Linda was not amused. She seemed a little off put at how guys responded to me, and more alarming to her, how I had fun with the guys. Later that night, over my futile denials to the contrary, she pointed out the obvious, that I had cross dressed for years. She said didn't know what to make of it, but felt betrayed that I had hid it from her after our having talked about a future. We broke up shortly afterward, but remained the best of friends. She became the inspiration and discipline that kept us on track for the project all those times we thought of giving it all up. And now she sat there with Kirk and was asking me to do the insane: pose as a woman for an entire weekend business meeting. Kirk brought me out of my train of thought. "Okay, so I screwed up. But we can make a lot of money from this. Who knows, maybe millions when it is all said and done. This is revolutionary technology, despite how hard it is to sell. So the question is simple: would you dress up like a woman for a million dollars?" I looked over at Linda and could read the unspoken comment in her eyes: or just continue to do it for free. "I will," I answered, "I'll see if I can't pull your dumb ass out of the hole you dug for us. But it's not that easy guys. Again, this is the real world and not a sitcom, or party full of drunk fraternity guys. If this fails, we have damaged ourselves and our ability to sell the recorder for good, you do realize that don't you?" Kirk nodded painfully. "That," said Linda, "is why you won't ... or can't ... fail". ***** Four hours had passed since Kirk had left to go back to his apartment to set up the meeting. The goal was to put it as far in the future as possible without being off putting to our potential investor. I suggested "Brenda" pretend she was shopping the recorder around to a couple of investors overseas who also interested, but that she would not make accept any offer before Brenda met with Langstrom. That should buy us a few weeks anyway. Linda, who had left the same time as Kirk to do some shopping now she returned carrying three huge bags. "For this to work ... for this to really work ... we are going to have put in a lot of effort. A lot of effort" her face settled into a grim mask. Her voice humorless as she spoke, "at least we aren't training you from scratch. Any clothes or make-up you may have, now's the time to break them out". She sat opposite me on the couch, eyeing me warily, waiting expectantly. I motioned for Linda to follow me into the bedroom where I reached under the bed and pulled out two large suitcases. I unlocked them and dumped the contents unceremoniously onto the bed. Linda sorted through the items deciding that a great deal of them were unusable. "These are all great ... party clothes," she held up a pair of strappy heels with two fingers as one would hold a rodent pulled from a trap, "but far from what a business woman would wear" her voice was strained and sarcastic. I sighed, we were going to have to settle this now. I sat down beside her, grabbing both her hands in mine "Listen Linda. I know this whole thing carries some baggage for you. But I didn't ASK to be put in this situation. You spent an hour convincing ME ... not the other way around. But as you just said, for this to work, we have to put a lot of effort into this. It's going to take as much work from you as it is from me. But ... Linda ... you are going to have to really want this, you have to want me to be the most convincing woman around, otherwise we're doomed. I'm sorry that I hid things from you in the past ... but for God's sake, can you understand why? How would you have reacted? Hell, how did you react?" "Only because you deceived me" she said. "Yes, of course, of course, I understand. But that is behind us." I could see by the way she looked at my female clothes strewn around my bed that it was far from behind us. I shifted on the bed thinking. The silence between us hung thick. "Have you ever wanted a sister? Or a girlfriend? Someone to hang out with besides me and Kirk?" Linda's stoney looked lightened a bit, I think this approached amused her. "Yes to tell you the truth I have" she answered "Well you have the chance, right here, Dr. Frankenstein, to make a creation all your own". Linda laughed. It was good to see her smile. "And don't laugh at my party shoes, I think they're quite sexy" I teased pushing her shoulder lightly, "Now what's in those bags?" It was her turn. She dumped the contents of the bags on the bed and began talking rapidly. "Hair remover for the body, which is fairly strong, and hair remover for the face, not as strong, but fairly long lasting. There is just no way that we can risk having you looked too heavily made-up, which is what we would have to do if you shaved and we made up your face. It is better to have no hair at all, no chance of shadows". Linda pushed items around the bed, held others up. At times I didn't even listen to what she said but watched her excitedly explaining. She was getting into this. She was smiling a lot. After rifling through all the items, she stopped. "Okay, I figure we get started right away. The longer you live as a woman, the better you will pull it off. Let's go to the bathroom and get that hair off of you." We retreated to the bathroom and Linda informed me I needed to strip down completely. I undressed as clinically as I could, but I could not help but feel what a strange moment this was. I had not been naked in front of Linda for quite some years, and to find myself doing it again so she could assist me in the very act that broke us up ... well the irony wasn't lost on either of us. Linda had a large bottle of the stronger of the two hair removers and began spreading it evenly on my legs. My legs were not hairy to begin with, but the times I did dress up I was forced to wear very opaque hose. Her warm hands felt good as she rubbed the lotion over my chest slowly in a broad circular motion. She always did have the touch. I could feel stirrings of longing in my penis and hoped that I would not give myself away. "Allen, those times that you dressed up as a girl, did you feel gay?" Her question startled me. I didn't expect to find myself at a confessional, but with all that was happening I shouldn't have been surprised. "It's complex. Very complex. But the short hand answer is no. Remember Mr. Cauntile, the psych professor in college? He once told my class that anything you can imagine in human sexual behavior exists. There are guys who desire men only when they become women, guys who desire men, therefore they dress up as women, and there are guys like me who are not quite either - and not too mention a bunch who are everything else in between. The very few times that I have been dressed up and actually gone out, always at Halloween parties and stuff, there have been a couple of guys who have hit on me not knowing I was a guy. Usually drunk. I had a great deal of fun teasing with them, but never considered sex as an option. I did, however like that I looked attractive enough to get the attention to be hit on. I hope that makes sense. Again, it's complex". Her touch had become softer and soothing as she rubbed in the cream. She seemed to enjoy touching me again. "Okay there Brenda, rinse that lotion off then put this on your face." More hair remover. "Wait 15 minutes, rinse it off. Thoroughly. Towel it very dry. Then come on out and let's find you something decent to wear." I stepped out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around my waist. Linda was busy rooting and organizing the piles on the bed. She tossed me a pair of panties with hard foam hip pads. "Put these on. And tuck the goods away." I turned my back and pulled my penis hard between my legs. I slipped on the panties. The cool silk felt good. "No ass pads?" I asked slapping my butt. "No. If someone puts their hands on your hips by accident ... or not ... you are okay. If someone feels a foam ass, then alarm bells go off. Let me worry about your ass." Linda opened a box producing two breast forms. I held them in my hands, impressed with their weight and realism. These were far from the cheap kind that I had used before. Donning a pair of gloves she carefully spread an adhesive around my chest area. "To truly be a woman, you must live with breasts. This is a very strong adhesive, I don't imagine it will come off without a lot of the solvent." Linda carefully applied the breasts holding them in place. Once they were able to stay on their own she checked them and applied the adhesive in a few loose spots. She was right, I could tell already that these were going nowhere. The weighted breasts bounced with my every movement. Instinctually cupping them in my hands, I realized that I was kind of large. "They're large, I know. But we intend to create what guys don't have - plenty of cleavage". Linda then handed me a waist cincher, which had reinforced hooks and squeezed fairly tight. She then pulled out a velcro strap which she wrapped around my stomach until I was certain I couldn't breathe. "You'll get used to it. But we're not done. Pull your tits upward hard." She slid a corset over my head and worked the strings in a successive tightening progression until it was practically glued to my body. My insides felt like they were going to collapse. I had worn foundation garments to accentuate waist and hips before, but nothing like this. When I released my breasts I noticed immediately that they had been urged upward and together. She handed me a silky underwire slightly push-up bra. I was literally spilling cleavage. I opened the package of tan, slightly opaque, nylons Linda handed me. She watched me with interest as I slid the smooth silky feeling nylons onto my sensitive hairless legs. They felt fantastic as they slipped on, and even with Linda watching I rolled them up slowly enjoying the feel. Once on I ran my hand up my nylon encased thighs. My tucked penis began to throb. "I hope this stuff fits" I put on the business skirt and blue blouse that Linda gave me. They were both too big. "Shit. I knew you were a slight guy, but I didn't realize you were this small ... I mean in women's sizes... We'll worry about the business clothes later." She ran her hand across my smooth face approvingly." Most of your make-up was fine, but your foundation was a little too pancake like. I got you something a little more natural. After plucking my brows, she sat me down and went to work on my make up carefully working away for what seemed eternity; my cheeks, my eyes, my mouth. She finished by applying a chocolate brown lip stick. "Now the hair". Linda placed a human hair wig on my head. It was black with just a hint of red highlights. It was banged in the front and did a flip right below my chin. It was layered and covered the nape of my neck. It was absolutely fantastic and obviously very expensive. "Okay, still have to dress you so we can go out and get you some clothes." She rifled through my female belongings on my bed and sighed. "You have nothing that isn't night clubbish or ... over the top. This is not the optimum" She held a pair of short short cut off jeans and t-shirt. "And my god your shoes. Either I put you in a pair of super male hiking boots or I put you in a pair of heels. What a choice. Heels it is." I put on the clothing and was told by Linda not to worry, all my make-up was extremely water and smudge proof. I put on my clothes and turned to Linda. The look on her face was muted and strange. "Brenda ... because there is no question you are a Brenda now ... you look ... well fantastic. I mean," she laughed, "you look like a slut in that get up, but you ARE a woman." She walked extremely close, no more than a nose length away and circled me examining me very closely. "You look real ... very real ...." She ran her hand to check my hip pads then up to my bosom and swept it across my nylon clad legs and to the front of my jeans shorts. Her touch seemed to change from clinical to gentle then exploring. Her breathing had become heavier, her voice was a distant "... and you feel real ...Brenda ..." she gasped the name out breathless. To my greatest surprised I found her mouth against mine and her tongue searching, she moved to my neck. I started to speak, "Linda ..." She quickly put her hand against my mouth, "don't speak, don't speak ... you'll ruin the illusion .." Linda and I fell back on to the bed, passionately kissing. I layed on top of her toe to toe. I took her hand and placed it on my ass. She squeezed the nylon exposed cheeks greedily. I then undressed her running my tongue over each piece of flesh I exposed. I slid down her body slowly letting her feel my breasts against her flesh. When I found myself between her legs, my tongue flickered madly until she exploded with multiple orgasms. She screamed out "Brenda!" with every convulsive eruption. She pulled me up, and we kissed heavily again. When the passion subsided, we lied side by side in a warm pleasant silence. She stared at the ceiling and spoke in a whisper "I've never wanted a woman before. I'm not sure what this means. When were together you were a woman to me, you look and feel just like one ... but I know in the back of your mind that you aren't ..." It was my turn to put my finger over her mouth. "Don't over think this. As I said, it's complex. Just think about how good we felt together a moment ago. That's what's important". Linda nodded. "I need to fix myself back up". She walked toward the bathroom, pausing a moment she turned back, "That was ... nice. It's good to be with you again, it's good to have you back". ****** When Kirk returned nearly another hour later he found Linda and I sitting at my breakfast table sipping coffee and chatting away. His large frame blocked the doorway as he stood and didn't move. With the noted exception of my stomach muscles occasionally twinging with pain from the stomach and waist constrictors, I had nearly forgotten I was dressed. "Allen?" "Brenda" Linda responded, "always call her Brenda." I had looked at myself earlier in the mirror and was amazed at what a complete transformation I had made. And this was not even the finished product. But the look in Kirk's eyes said it all. He knew who I was, but the admiration ... and .. could it be ... lust were there. I watched his eyes trace the new curves of my body. Kirk closed the door behind him. "I must say Allen, sorry, Brenda, you would have fooled me seven days out of seven. And I don't want to alarm you," he laughed teasingly, "but you look better as a woman. Probably get more dates" He laughed again but his eyes wandered up my leg from the arch of my high heeled foot to the curve of my butt cheek barely covered by my Daisy Duke shorts. There was no question that was desire in his eyes. He shook his head. His mind was taking him places he was not ready to go. "You definitely don't look like someone I'd send to a sales meeting, but you do look good, I have to admit". "I know, I know. Brenda and I are going to get some more conservative clothes later." Kirk face turned quizzical. He was never really aware of why Linda and I broke up, and my occasional forays into cross dressing were unknown to him. But I could see the question forming. Apparently so could Linda. "This is stuff I picked up from a girlfriend, some of it I bought. We decided Brenda needed a ... varied wardrobe." Linda didn't need to cover for me, but felt compelled to keep the secret. We were obviously much closer now than at the beginning of this strange day. "But, Kirk," she continued, "what about the meeting?" "Oh of course, the meeting. It's a go. It took Langston sometime to pick up my fax - " "Doesn't this guy ever wonder why you never pick up a telephone and call him?" I asked. Kirk shrugged, "Guess not. Anyway, we're on for the first Thursday of next month. A little less than three weeks. That enough time ... ladies?" Kirk laughed heartily. "It'll have to be" Linda declared. But the look on her face was one of concern. "Okay Kirk. I know you traveled all the way over here from your apartment but you have to go. I have to teach Brenda here to do all things woman. And doing it in front of her life long buddy may make her a bit self conscious. Again, this is no game". Kirk shrugged again, "I've got time on my hands. Maybe I'll spend the next few hours -" Linda interrupted "Next few days Kirk, next few days," "Okay then. Maybe I'll spend the next few DAYS fielding back up offers - since having all our eggs in one basket is fairly stupid anyway." Linda went into the kitchen to make more coffee. Kirk excused himself to leave. I pretended to watch Linda in the Kitchen, but was secretly watching Kirk through the corner of my eye which was hidden by the hang of my hair. He way taking me in with a look, fully and completely. There was no mistaking that look, the same look I've had a million times when I saw a woman that I wanted. Once again, Kirk shook his head as though shaking the thoughts from his mind. Without another word, he left. Linda returned from the coffee and went right to work. "Walk" she told me. I walked back and forth across the floor while she corrected me on every step: stride too short, stride too long, hips not swaying enough, hips swaying too much, shoulders not held right. We went on until I was forced to quit from fatigue. "A little better" she told me after my hours of training. We then worked on my voice inflections. To get it right I had to put the same effort one puts into the singing of notes. I stood up and sat down at least a hundred times to get it right. I practiced the way I reached for things, and the way a swept my hair back. I worked on the way I looked at my watch and the way I sipped my coffee. I slept in nightgowns and panties and even was instructed to sit - and wipe - when I peed. This went on for days. Linda and I trained all day, only taking breaks to have passionate sex - always woman on woman. Linda began to relax a bit as she watched my mannerisms become more realistic and more instinctive. Most of the tell tale signs that could give me away were nearly impossible to detect. At this rate I would be set by the meeting. On the fifth day of training Kirk came over and we all planned out to shop for my considerable wardrobe. Because of the massive expenses that would be incurred, we were all splitting the cost evenly. Still not having anything close to suitable daytimes clothes, I had put on the tight jean shorts, tan hose from the first day, and a light blue pair of high heels that Linda had brought home. I topped it off with a t-shirt and a jean jacket over it. Linda was certain that I would attract a lot of attention because of my provocative clothing, but all for the "right" reasons. "You're actually quite beautiful" she assured me, "no one can tell a thing". Linda had to run some personal errands before we went to the mall and ducked out saying she would return in a couple of hours. I suspected she had other motives. Perhaps I was to tell Kirk that Linda and I were an item again. Maybe she thought it would just be a good idea for Kirk to get used to me as a woman one on one. Kirk and I sat quietly at the table. This was the first instance we had spent any real time since my transformation. Kirk had been acting a bit strange since he entered the room. "Hey, do you want a beer or something?" I asked him. "God damn," he replied, "you sound like a woman too." I explained that I had to be in character every waking moment. He nodded as if he understood, but a strang smile crept across his face "Um, skip the beer, make that Jack Daniels on the rocks. Like the old days." I shook my head. "Wish I could help you Kirk. I haven't had any Jack in the cupboards for months." He thought about it for a moment and said we should go to the store. "Both of us? And what about ...?" Kirk shrugged his shrug, "Yeah both of us. Listen you walk, talk, look like a chick. Have no worries." He was right. I was heading out to the mall in a couple of hours anyway. Linda had deemed me ready. "Sure." I replied. We drove out to the local Fresh Mart, but Kirk took a strange route that brought us around the back. Pulling up next to a dumpster he brought the car to a stop. I looked around and recognized this as the spot we would go when we were teenagers drinking in the car. It was well shielded and you could see anyone coming up the road behind us long before they got here. "What are we doing?" I asked Kirk. "I just wanted to talk to you a little bit before we went into the store" He was fidgeting and nervous talking a mile a minute, "I want to talk to you about your being a girl ..." "Okay shoot." I said. "You know you're looking really good ... really good ... I even had a dream about you. A WET dream you fucker ..." I wasn't sure what was happening but he was becoming agitated, very unlike his usual calm shrug it off demeanor. He was fiddling around with his crotch. I could see he was hard. "You used to be my best friend ... and now ... look at you. You're a little hot slut making me have gay dreams about fucking you ..." his volume was increasing "Well goddamn it, if I'm gonna be gay, then I'm going all the way! I want some of you in the flesh." My heart raced. This was a truly screwed situation. Kirk had reached around and put his massive hand around the back of my neck. He was fumbling crazily trying to undo his pants. "Bad idea Kirk, bad idea. Get a grip." He looked up from fumbling with his zipper, "What are you going to do? If you don't give me what I want, I'll kick your ass out of this car. What are you going to do then? Walk through this bad neighborhood, dressed like THAT? How long are you going to last? How long are you going to last when they find out what that hot chick they want of piece of has between her legs?" I stammered. "No Kirk, please don't do this. Please ..." But he was right. Kirk's fate was the lesser of two evils. He freed his hard and pushed my head towards his dick. I resisted for a moment and went down on his shaft. He slid his pants all the way down to his knees and thrust his hips up, fucking me in the mouth. With one hand on the back of my head he made sure I took all of his shaft. "Do it good, or I swear to God ..." he commanded. I began to take my time and suck his dick as I had mine sucked so many times. I moved up and down on his shaft, rolling his balls with my fingers. I licked around the tip of his hard on then plunged all the way to the base pressing my lips tighlty around his thick shaft. He exploded in my mouth with approval. "Now the ass". He moaned in ecstasy "time to fuck you like I did in my wet dreams ... Brenda" He spit my name out with near venom. He reached into the glove compartment and pulled out lube gel. He had planned this, I realized. He reached over my, taking his time as his hand slid over my breasts and released my seat making it go all the way back. "Roll over." He instructed. I was at a loss. If he had gone this far, I truly believed he would turn me loose in this neighborhood. I complied. "Take them down". He pulled at my jean shorts. I carefully took them down as well as the hose and panties, exposing my ass. I was about to be taken against my will and I the only lucid thought I had was that I didn't want to ruin my hose. He lubed my ass and beat himself with the gel until he was rock hard. He slid his dick into my ass slowly, almost lovingly. He pushed in a tiny bit and out until my sphincter relaxed. Working a little at a time he pushed his entire cock into my ass, slamming a little harder every time. He reached around and squeezed my breast with one hand and ran his hand across the silkiness of my nylon thigh with the other. He began to kiss the back of my neck. Hot tears of shame dripped onto my cheeks. Through the mental sting and humiliation, I allowed my mind to drift. Kirk pumped harder and harder finally loosing his load into my ass. He rolled over and grunted cleaning himself up with tissue. He handed me some. I fixed myself back up, wiping the tears away. Other than the emotional trauma I was physically no worse for the wear. Kirk, leaned over and attempted to kiss me "I'll slap the shit out of you". I told him. He mocked me, "I'll slap the shit out of you. I'll slap the shit out of you. Listen to yourself. Look at yourself. You aren't playing a woman, somewhere along the line you became a woman." He put his hand on my thigh, I pushed it away. "Do you know what you could have done to stop this whole thing Brenda?" I shook my head. "If at any point when you were asking me to stop you would have used Allen's voice. But you didn't. You were a woman the whole time." He smile a wicked smile, "and Brenda, you give fantastic head and you fuck great. The way you clenched your cheeks, the way you push back to meet me. Just think about that Brenda. It was my idea to take you, but it was your idea to be so good." I was stunned. He was right. On one level I was absolutely angry and humiliated from being ... well ... raped. But on a level that I was not ready to admit, I liked the idea of being so desirable that he had to have me; that he dreamed about having sex with me. I would have to sort this all out. I had to know one thing "How? How could you do this to me when we've been friends so long?" "Weren't you listening? Don't kid yourself Brenda. I was friends with Allen, I don't know you." He turned the engine on, "let's go to the store". The moment I entered the Fresh Mart all eyes were upon me. I could feel the lust and testosterone in the air. Men with their wives would turn to pretend to cough and check out my legs, my ass, my round bosom. I felt extremely self conscious. In the check out counter buying the Jack Daniels a man made an excuse to squeeze by our lane, "accidentally" pushing his pelvis against my ass on the way out. He was hard. I held the bottle of Jack tightly in my hands. I really wanted this drink. We got back the apartment and I immediately had a fast and stiff drink to calm my nerves. Kirk sat on the couch self satisfied and drank away. We sat in silence. My mind kept suddenly snapping back to Kirk in my ass. I could hear his grunts in my ear and feel the trickle of his sweat fall onto the back of my neck. His breathing was sharp, quick and he occasionally moaned with great ecstasy. And when he came he lost every bit of sperm he had. I tried to shake the memory out of my head, but after a few moments it would intrude again. Linda returned shortly there after and we went shopping. I wasn't very talkative and Linda chalked that up to my being nervous about being dressed. We went to several stores and bought half a closet of wardrobe, far more than I thought we needed, but Linda seemed to believe they were. Kirk for the most part acted as though nothing had happened and talked energetically away with Linda and made silly jokes "Linda and Brenda. With names like that, you two should be twins". But more darkly he made a point of running his hand across my ass or grabbing his crotch towards me while Linda was not looking. When we were alone outside of the mall's Macy's department store he put his mouth close to my ear and imitated the sound of grunting relief he made when he came in my ass. "Oh you were so good". He whispered, "I'll be having more of you later". He pushed his dick against my ass to let me know how hard he was. ***** After the shopping trip, the next few days fell into a stringent routine. I worked with Linda on the details of being a woman for hours. Our love making declined a bit, but I told her it was due to my nervousness of getting closer to the meeting. But it was more due to being preoccupied by what happened with Kirk. Linda was understanding and assured me that with my looks, my poise, my professional wardrobe and knowledge of the product I had nothing to worry about. "The recorder should sell itself, but with someone as pretty as Brenda behind it, the money is as good as in the bank" she assured me. Linda spent a great deal of time in my apartment and stayed over most nights. But she always had outside matters to attend to each day and would take off for a few hours. She figured it was better to let me have time to myself to rest from the intensity of the training. And normally it would. The first day after the shopping trip Linda stepped out of the apartment promising to return in three hours. She couldn't have been gone for two minutes before the door of my apartment swung open. It was Kirk. Kirk, Linda and I all have had copies of each others keys for years. He swung swaggered large frame into the apartment. "I've been watching you Brenda. 've watched you do your little girly training with Linda, and I've watched the two of you roll around in the sheets." I burned hot with embarrassment and terror. In order for Kirk to see anything he would have to perch in a tree across in the field with binoculars. With sharp sudden clarity I realized he was stalking me. He was obsessed with me, "And all that watching made me hot ... watching you wiggle your hot little ass all day ... and I'm ready for you to give me some. Or ..." he paused before I could speak, "I'll tell that little girl of yours how you begged me to fuck you. Of course you could always claim I raped you, but I don't see how that's much better. Either way, you've got to explain to Linda what my dick taste like in your mouth and what it feels like to have me plunge into your little pussy ass. But I've been thinking about it. You've done this girl thing before whenever you get a safe chance, like those parties. No, I do believe Linda will think you wanted my dick." Kirk's manner was disconcerting. He has always been a large man, but the casual way he carried himself made him less imposing. But as he stood there energized and lusting, things I had heard about the way he treated women, things I never wanted to believe about my best friend, began to make sense. He was rough and uncaring. He did go too far to get what he wanted through force and intimidation. And I could hear from his reasoning that he too was beginning to put together the puzzle of my cross dressing past. He began walking towards me. "Oh and you do look good today." I felt vulnerable. I was wearing a short black mini-dress with stockings and black strappy platforms. Linda and I were working on how to wear skimpy clothing, without exposing too much, so my hem line was extremely high and my neckline low. The push-up bra and breast forms combined to create spilling cleavage. I must have been an eyeful. Kirk dropped his pants and I could see his hard on stretching the confines of his underwear. "Crawl to me" he demanded. My mind froze and all I could think about was getting this over and getting him out before Linda returned. I fell to my hands and knees and crawled slowly toward him. When I got close he pulled me up to my knees and pushed his penis down my throat. "Do me good Brenda". I took his shaft in my hands and beat him off slowly as I throated his shaft. I could feel him begin to dribble in my mouth. Kirk grabbed me by the hand, lifted me up and pushed me onto the bed. He grabbed my underwear and yanked it off with a single pull. Throwing my legs over his shoulder his spittle lubed dick entered my ass. He fucked me like the woman I had become, his face inches from mine. Not used to being spread apart so widely my legs ached with pain. He put his head next to my ear and grunted with every push as he talked. "I've been watching you, you hot bitch. You make me so fucking hard. I sit in the tree over there with my dick in my hand just thinking about how good you fucked me the other night." He was slamming harder as spoke, rocking me with every motion. I kept sliding backward until my head banged off of the head board. My hair fell over my face wildly, I could barely see. His stamina was amazing. He had probably just jerked off to me before coming over. My ass was beginning to hurt, I had to get him to come. I began moaning in sexual ectasy with each pump to excite him. "Oh Kirk, oh Kirk" I cried out breathlessly "Oh fuck me Kirk, oh fuck me, fuck me" I was crying out loudly, excitedly, my voice full of heat and passion. He began pumping harder. He grunted out my name in unison to my calling out his. I felt him stiffen and I clenched my ass cheeks. He blew his load into my ass wave after wave. He quickly rolled off me and started to dress. I remained on the bed disheveled and stunned. "I'm glad you came around to my way of thinking, you fucked me good, and I could hear you were loving it. And don't let me catch you closing those shades or you'll regret it. I'm going to keep watching you". And he did. For the last few days before I was to fly out, he would show up the moment Linda would leave. Each time he would initiate some humiliation on me, before spreading my legs over my head and far apart to take me. Every time I did everything I could to be an exciting fuck to get him to come fast so he would leave. Kirk, I realized with bitter irony, was teaching me a part of womanhood that Linda could not. ***** We arrived in Los Angeles on a Tuesday, two full days before the meeting. With all of the expense we had put into trying to make the sale, it NEEDED to be made at any costs. We tried to take our minds off of the looming pressure by touring about the city. Unlike the cool weather we left, LA was warm and inviting. I spent a great deal of time in light sun dresses and short skirts. The sun felt good against my skin. Even in this town where beautiful women were everywhere, I could feel the eyes on me. Linda was invigorated by the change of scenery and we made lesbian love with abandon. Kirk made excuses to send Linda off shopping while we "discussed the technology" and continued his savage sexual exploits. I had become quite adept at satisfying his desires and could, to my great relief, make him come quite quickly. Thursday arrived. The meeting was set for 3:00 at the Hilton restaurant in Downtown LA. Linda and I were up early perfecting the last touches. We decided on a conservative sexy look. I wore a very short blue pin stripe skirt, with a matching jacket. I wore black hose, and slightly higher than business like black patent pumps. We decided that I would wear a push-up bra underneath my jacket and nothing else. It closed snugly so that my cleavage was visible, but not overwhelming. I had been growing my own nails, which were manicured perfectly, and my make-up looked very good. I looked very good. I was ready. I arrived fifteen minutes early and the maitre de informed me Mr. Langston was already at the table. He stood to greet me and was a tall muscular man in his early 40's. He was dressed more casually than I expected: jeans, a t-shirt and sports jacket. He kissed my hand in a gentleman's fashion while his eyes lingered on my ample bosom. He held on to my hand a little longer than is deemed appropriate. We ordered lunch and made a great deal of small talk about the differences between our cities. We ate at a casual pace and Arnold Langston insisted that we drink wine. He drank the majority of the bottle quickly and ordered another right away. I told him I was ready to talk about the recorder and he waived it off. "After lunch. Business talk ruins a good meal". Once lunch was over, he ordered another bottle and left for the bathroom. When he returned he sat in the booth much closer than he had before. "Okay, now we can talk business." He put his briefcase on the table and I mine. After popping it open he allowed his hand to casual rest on my knee. "I hope I am not out of line with this comment," he said "but I couldn't help but notice how beautiful you were. For a techno-head wonk, you've got a fantastic set of legs." His hand slid up further. I took deep breath but did not resist. My manhood was carefully taped, tucked and hidden behind a thick maxi-pad, I had no fear of discovery. He began to rub my leg. I could feel his wedding band. I wanted to resist, but this was the man who held our future in his hands. If I said no, as hard as it was to get this single interview, we may not get another crack at a sale. I waited to see where this was going. I sent out a feeler, "Why Mr. Langston" I asked in a coquettishly breathy voice, "seems like you got a little more on your mind than the recorder". "Please Brenda, call me Arnold. And I am sorry, I just didn't expect you to look like this ... so ... sexy." "Why thank you," I was playing the game, something I had learned so well in the past few days at the hands of that sadist Kirk. I leaned forward so he could see down my jacket and the tops of my breasts squeezed together, "you're a handsome man yourself". I now had my hand on his knees. "In LA" he began, "we have a different set of rules sometimes. This is a town full of actors and actresses, it's over run with talent. Sometimes that talent needs to do something extra to rise above the rest. That ethic carries past the entertainment industry". I knew exactly where he was going. "Are you telling me that you want to .... audition me on the casting couch". He laughed at my straight forwardness, "Look. We've e-mailed and faxed back and forth, and I have a pretty good idea what the recorder does. We don't really need to discuss that. To me the client-sales relationship is more important." He pulled out the contract for sale. I read it over. Even if this thing didn't sell one unit, the numbers on that piece of paper would set all three of us up for life. "All that is left is for you and I to put our signature on this, if you find the amounts acceptable. But I think I would like to expand upon this client-sales relationship a bit more". I knew my role. "Oh the amounts are acceptable all right. Do you have a room?" It was no surprise to me that he did. We went up stairs and I made him lay the contract out on the room's table. I produced copies of the power of attorney that allowed Brenda Rose to sign the name of Allen Lake the "president", since it would be very difficult for the non-existent Brenda Rose to cash any checks. I attached them to the back of the documents. All that was standing between me and a life of never again working, was his signature. It was time to do my stuff. I strode toward him confidently and shoved my tongue in his mouth hungrily. My hand rubbed through his jeans until I felt him grow hard. I whispered into his ear how hot he made me and how I wanted to fuck him from the moment I saw him. I gently pushed him back into the chair next to the table and slid off his pants, licking between his thighs as I did. Once he was undressed, I took his penis in my mouth and slid it slowly in and out of my mouth, pressing my lips hard against it. I swept the hair out of my eyes, and looked up at him as I sucked his dick. I could see the pleasure on his face as his head fell back and his eyes closed. "I'm a nasty girl ..." I lid my hand underneath his ass cheek and slid a finger into his hole. I worked it in and out in rhythm to his cock sliding down my throat. He moaned in bliss before his body jerked stiff and he blew his load in my mouth. I took every drop and continued to suck. It took five minutes, but he was hard as a rock again. I reached into my purse and pulled out the gel Kirk made me carry around. I smeared it onto his hard shaft and slowly beat him off. I then shoved a lubed finger up my ass. "I'm on my period," I told him, "but I want you to fuck me nasty in my ass like your wife won't let you do." I turned away from him slipping down my panties and hiking up my skirt. He grabbed my waist tightly. I lowered my self down onto his shaft, letting him enter my tight ass just a little bit. He raised his hips trying to plunge in "Not so fast lover," I told him. I reached over and put the pen in his hands "It'll so be worth your while." Aching with desire and longing for my ass, he signed away, I quickly separated the copies dropping my set into my purse. I slid down onto his dick and bounced away while he pumped at my ass. I moaned with desire and called out his name with increasing desire. He reached up and grabbed my breasts over the jacket while he slammed away. "Does your wife do this for you Arnold? Let you fuck her tight little hole?" I clenched my ass cheeks as hard as I could and felt Arnold Langston leave his sperm in my hole. I eased off of him and planted my lips against his, letting him taste some of his sperm that I had swallowed. "It was nice doing business with you Arnold". I pulled my skirt back down smoothing it out. I checked my make up in the mirror and re-powdered. "Can I see you again?" He asked. I looked at him. Even though it was classic sexual harassment that lead me to fucking him, it was different than the humiliating rape that I went through with Kirk. I was the agressor once we got to the room, and it felt good. I enjoyed the feel of his cock sliding in and out of my tight ass; his hard on between my lips. "I'm not sure. But I don't see why not. You made me feel good Arnold." I answered truthfully. He was pleased and began to get dressed, I grabbed the door knob to leave, "Brenda" he said, "thank you. And don't spend all of your money in one place". ***** I took the contract back to Linda and Kirk. As expected, when they saw the details of it, the were over joyed. "And the funny part is," I said, "that we've made a ton of money, we will never have to work again, and if this thing sells we're millionaires ... but they are STILL probably ripping us off with the total amount of money they'll make. But how can you care when you've made this much money?" Several hours later, as expected, a messenger came to our hotel and delivered our first checks. We were rich. That night we partied till the bars closed and talked of all the things we would do with our money. Kirk's eyes sparkled with joy, and the traces of sadism that was so much a part of him since my transformation seemed gone. The next day Kirk flew back home alone and Linda and I decided to stay in Los Angeles. If I could help it I would never see Kirk again. Hours after he left I went out and bought some male clothes and changed back into being Allen. It had to be done since the check was made out to Allen Lake. Linda and I hung out for a couple of days but they were uneventful and lackluster. Something was missing. Our love making disappeared completely and Linda made excuses to be off on her own. After a few more days, she told me she was buying a house at the beach and said me she thought it was best if we didn't see each other. I didn't put up a fight and agreed. Although Linda was not ready to admit it, I understood where the passion went. ***** Four months passed when Linda swung open her apartment door to find me standing on her porch. "Brenda?" she asked. Her eyes lit up and her voice wavered with excitement. "It was such a nice Summer day and I was roller blading near here so I thought I would stop by". Linda took me in with her eyes. She looked at my large melon like breasts, barely contained by my thin bikini top. It was obvious that there were no breast forms there, no these were implants. My hips swayed out as my waist tucked in. The Brazilian style bikini was small in the front with a thong going up the back. Her eyes said it all, I looked good to her. She stammered a bit, "You've ... you've had surgery. You are completely a woman" I nodded, "Well, not completely ... if you know what I mean". I pulled my new California driver's license from my fanny pack and handed it to Linda. "Brenda Rose" she murmured. "I've legally switched everything over". "Linda, listen. I want you back. And I want you back as Brenda. I've done a lot of thinking. The passion that fell from our relationship before you left was because you fell in love with Brenda, but you told yourself you were falling in love with Allen again. As I said before, sexuality is complex. But what you and I had is simple. Let's have that again. I've come to love being Brenda, and I want to be your Brenda." She invited me into her home and we made passionate love, woman to woman. It was then that we both realized, we had everything we needed. The rest of my life fell into place over time. I flew out after a year and saw Kirk. He was remorseful for what he had done and apologized profusely. I accepted, and this time I took HIM to bed and fucked him like there was no tomorrow to show there were no hard feelings. In Los Angeles from time to time I would see Arnold Langston when I had the urge. We had rowdy sex, and he must have wondered if I ever came off the rag. All in all, I loved my life. The End

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This story is 100% true and I never thought it would have happened. I am a mid 40’s DWM, who is in great shape body wise, have been called handsome and blessed with an 8” cock that women have always loved. Over the past year I started a business with a woman and to date it has been successful beyond our expectations. However my partner has tried to have a relationship with me, and continually tries to. For many reasons I do not want one. She is an attractive woman, just the kind that would be...

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Business Suit

I'll like to take this opportunity to thank all those who took the time to mail me with their nice comments about my ex wife stories and I hope you all enjoyed her pictures. Writing about her has opened lots of new memories about our time together. Her business suits I have mentioned before but now I think I should go into a little more details. When she started with the Airline she was a lowly typist but over a very short few years she raised herself into a managerial position in the...

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Business dinner date

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Business Pleasure Pt 01

Chapter 1 ‘Kevin, Mrs. Giuliani is here to see you,’ Leah, the pretty blonde secretary, said, shielding her headset microphone with her hand. Kevin stood up, brushing out the wrinkles in his suit, and took a deep breath. ‘Good luck,’ the petite woman said as he passed, pushing her black-rimmed glasses up on her nose. He grew even more nervous. Things had been changing quickly at DWW. The advertising firm had undergone a massive restructuring campaign. Most of the changes occurred on the...

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Business Pleasure Pt 03

Author’s note: This is a slight revision of Business and Pleasure: Part II, posted on February 13, 2004. I have decided to return to it, fix up the place a little – cleaning up any grammar and inconsistency mistakes it may have had – and hopefully finishing it. Or at least adding to it. So enjoy, if you haven’t already, and write me, even if you have already. It’s your feedback that helped me return, and it’s your feedback that will help me continue. Part III: The Midsummer Night Party Kevin...

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Business Liaisons Introduction

business Syllables: busi-ness Part of speech: adjective Definition: 1) of or relating to commercial business. liaison (liaisons) Syllables: li-ai-son Part of Speech: noun Definition: 1) a communication link between groups or parts of an organization, or a person or group that performs this function. 2) a close relationship, communication, or connection. 3) an adulterous or otherwise unpermitted sexual affair. Guess which definition of liaisons applies to this story! ______________ ...

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Business Matters

Damn! “Customer!” he typed and saw it come up on the screen against her name then he moved quickly through to the shop area. “Morning ma’am, how may I be of service?”, the customer was a tall blonde that he seemed to recognise. “Hi, I am afraid that I have let the dry cleaning get on top of me and there is rather a lot, is there any chance that you could rush it through, I am getting short of a few items?”. Her smile revealed the most perfect white teeth he had ever seen and he wondered how...

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Business Matters

Damn! “Customer!” he typed and saw it come up on the screen against her name then he moved quickly through to the shop area. “Morning ma'am, how may I be of service?”, the customer was a tall blonde that he seemed to recognise. “Hi, I am afraid that I have let the dry cleaning get on top of me and there is rather a lot, is there any chance that you could rush it through, I am getting short of a few items?”. Her smile revealed the most perfect white teeth he had ever seen and he wondered how...

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Business Girl 2

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Business Liaisons Ch 01

-= Business Liaisons, Chapter 1 – Initial Proposals =- Cyndi was finding that Sean’s concentration and his usual attention to details had deteriorated over the last couple of months. His sense of humor also had all but disappeared as he rarely kidded around anymore and his now infamous practical jokes around the office had stopped completely. He’d fallen into the all to familiar ‘workaholic’ pattern as well. Their manager had noticed Sean had missed some of his milestones on the project...

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Business Trip Ch 01

OK, maybe not a true business trip. But she had a conference to attend, and he could always schedule a few appointments in town, to justify the expense account. Just a couple good excuses to get away together. In fact, the schedule didn’t even work out exactly right for them to fly in together. So she had already been in town, and had a half a day’s worth of conference under her belt, before he even arrived. He had checked into the hotel room and headed straight to the pool, to wait for her to...

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I had been at my new job for about six months when my boss called me in to his office and told me he needed me to travel to Tampa and spend a week or two sitting down with a management team of a company we had been working with. I was happy to be out of the cold for a couple of weeks and the job seemed easy enough so i gladly accepted and began making arrangements. The company i was visiting was a small but profitable family business that managed several dozen self storage facilities and was...

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Business Only Business

The hotel was the most extravagant yet for the company’s annual party. I knew a few wives and did my best to mingle while Simon played the appropriate politics with business associates. I made my round and ran out of familiar faces. I looked for Simon and saw him involved in conversation. As I made my way to the bar, the bartender caught my eye and smiled. He was young and very attractive. I smiled back to let him know how flattered I was by his silent compliment. I ordered my drink and he...

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Business Trip

My job often sends me away on business trips, sometimes alone and sometimes with a coworker. This one particular trip, I was to go to Chicago with a new hire to show her the Chicago offices. I was not happy about going because I had planned to spend the week painting my boat. But when the boss says "Jump!" I say "How high?"Anyway, Kia and I get to Chicago and check into the hotel. Since I am a kiss ass the boss usually hooks me up with a suite and on this particular trip he had done the same....

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Business Trip

It was a chilly January morning. In the Midwest the winters can get damn cold and with this relentless wind, winters feel like they will never end. The only saving grace is I love to crack the window in the winter and crawl under my big thick down duvet. This morning was different from most. Different because I remembered having a dream. I never remember my dreams. This one felt so real. Real enough that I woke up feeling guilty, and really horny. I rolled over and moved up close to my...

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Business Meeting Ke Bad Aunty Ko Satisfied Kiya

Hello dosto, Once again I m here to share a new real incident wid u all iss people. Actually me gujrat ke city se belong karta hu ye story bhi Gujarati aunty se hi connected hai.last story ke liye apke kafi sare mails and comments aye uske liye sabko dil se thanx aur ha ese Hi pyaar lete rahiye aur dete rahiye me vishwas dilata hu ki sab ek dam confidential rahega. Ab aap sabko jyada bore na karte hue sidha story pe aata hu. Me ek young businessman hu last 2.5 saal se business chala raha hu....

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I got the short straw at work recently or (so I thought) I had to go to an exhibition / conference and run the company stand for three days they event was held in a large hotel,I set the stand up and program was we stood around all morning and then the delegates wandered coffee / lunch / breaks and then we would hopefully get a chance to grab them and get some new business. It was attended by grey blokes in grey suits to say the least boring.I was chatting to other sales guys on the other...

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Business With Mom Chapter 1

“Ladies and Gentlemen, we have started our final descent into Chicago. We should be on the ground in about 30mins. We hope you enjoyed the flight as much as we did and we hope to see you again very soon, thank you!” As the stewardess passed through the cabin one final time to collect cups and all other trash, I caught myself sneaking in a little naughty peak as one of them reached over the seat in front of me. She was a long-legged blonde who I’d been fantasizing about for the past 3 and a...

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Business And Pleasure Final Chapter

I didn’t sleep much, not with Jack’s body pressed tightly against me. I finally closed my eyes for a couple of hours sometime past 4:00 that morning. When I woke, Jack was in the bathroom, shaving his face. After wiping the sleep from my eyes, I sat up in bed and lit a cigarette. I was trying to quit but Jack wasn’t making it easy for me.Jack’s room phone on the nightstand rang. He called out for me to answer it.“Maybe you should answer it, Jack. It might be your wife,” I called out to him.Jack...

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Business Bed Breakfast BenefitsChapter 6 After the Weddings

Brad had some favors to call in for the wedding. One good business acquaintance had an interest in a private Caribbean island which would make a wonderful setting for the ceremony and the fun to follow. He also had a business acquaintance who gave them a very good deal on private jet transportation to a nearby airfield. Boats would ferry them to the island. The arrangements were made. The Group filled most of the plane but Emily’s other daughter Sandy could fill the last seat if she went...

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Business DealChapter 4

When we arrived in town, Trudy wanted to see the cottage where she and John would be making their home. I drove slowly up to it. Of course the high board fence took away from the esthetics of the area, but it was at some distance and the cottage didn't directly face it. There were no flowers, but plots could be seen where there had been some planted. The garden spot was overgrown. It was there, though. Between the house and the woods there were some fruit trees ... peaches and plums and...

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Hi, my name is Jean Wenc and I am 23 years old. I work as an Internal Auditor at one of the largest organizations in Zimbabwe. I am black, short and a great athlete. My boss told me I had to go on a business trip to Victoria Falls, 1 of the 7 wonders in the world, with 2 other guys I worked with. Soon as we got there we made ourselves comfortable that night by hanging out at this great club called Shoestrings were a lot of white guys normally chilled at. Opposite to our table, was sitting a...

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I'm 25. A short but super cute latino twink looking type. Shaved head, 5'0, 120 lbs, light brown skin, dark brown hair and eyes. I've known all my life that I like dudes. It wasn't until I was 14 that I had my first gay experience. I had just been dismissed from school, I was a freshman, and I had a ton of stupid hw to do. I remember walking to the library to do my hw. God it was so hot that day! When I got to the library I called my over protective mom to let her know that I'd be late coming...

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Businessman is Forcibily Transformed Into a Sissy

Businessman Is Forcibly Transformed Into A Sissy By Sissycuckold It was a warm summer's day when it all began; I was a successful 34 year old, businessman man, with a large house, flash car, and a beautiful wife. As it was a Sunday I was out for any early morning walk, having just finished making love to my 27 year old wife Lorna, when suddenly a large black car screeched to a halt just before me. In a flash 4 burly men jumped out and I was unceremoniously...

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BusinessManonMan Part 1

For too long, I've been supressing my urge to explore my sexual side with another man. I'm in my mid-40's, married, great wife, great sex life, three kids, conservative lifestyle, and by all accounts a pretty content guy. My health is excellent and I'm in great shape. I work out several times a week, play basketball in the fall and winter, cycle and play softball in the spring and summer. I stand 6'0" and weigh 210 lbs. Mine has been a storybook life; until I turned the big 4-0. That's when my...

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Business As Usual Jacks Story Part 3

As the alarm clock screamed, I rolled over and toyed with the idea of just hitting the snooze and going back to sleep. But now that my sweet dreams had been so harshly interrupted, I opened my eyes.The dream was a becoming a bit foggy and slipping from my mind, but the raging hard-on was not. These are they days I missed my ex the most. We didn’t have much in common anymore, but the one thing we still shared, until she left, was a pretty regular sex life.Regular, in all senses of the word. I...

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From last few days i did not get time on bed with my lover, as he was busy with his business trip. So i asked, rather convinced him take me to his next trip and after a lot of argument he finally agreed to take me. So i was very excited and packed a bag with the cloths and panties he likes to see me in, i thought i would relax him after his meeting everyday in the hotel. I did relax but not him.So we reached the hotel early in the morning, as soon as we reached he had a meeting scheduled so he...

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BusinessChapter 2 Dan and Alex

My name is Dan Patterson. About 6 years ago I found out that my wife Dana had been cheating on me. We had a great life and I thought we had a solid marriage. I was devastated. I wanted to just die, but life goes on. After a while I went back to work. I'd gotten several hundred thousand dollars in a settlement from her old school but I worked anyway, to help me get over Dana. For a couple of years, I just worked. I didn't date and I didn't socialize at all because I really thought that...

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At last, we fill our cups with fresh coffee. Sitting across from her at the table, I watch her fingers as they reach around the cup, holding the cup between her palms, cupping the mug gently. I watch her lips as she moves the mug to her mouth slowly, gently wrapping her lips on the edge of the mug. I see her grasping my cock, pulling it to her waiting mouth, tongue extending beyond her lips to lick the head of my monster cock. She suctions her lips to my cock, sucking any pre-cum from the...

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