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A step through the looking glass? This is a story about how a man came to terms with his female side and how through a chance encounter in a bar embarked on a new life. How many would wish for such an event to happen to us! ************************************************** ******************* I stepped through the door and into the bar, it was full, all those business men types you wouldn't usually want to mix with. But today was different. As I walked to the bar, I saw heads turn to watch me. Appraising me, staring openly at me, some with simple undisguised lust in their eyes, others with interest. The few women in the bar gave me only a second glance. I was competition, but they had already made their snare. Those that hadn't looked at me with hate. On the whole that short walk was an intimidating experience, especially for a first timer like me. I approached the packed bar, men were shouting and waving money to attract the various bar tenders. All were busy, all had many people wanting their attention. I stood quietly at the back of the crowd, mostly two deep. Within a short time, the crowd in front of me thinned and I found myself at the bar. One of the bar-tenders, a young blonde haired man was just about to ask what I wanted, when a drink appeared at my elbow. Another bar man signaled to the glass of white wine and indicated it was for me. I smiled at him sweetly and tried to inquire who had bought it for me, but he was instantly occupied with another customer. Taking my drink I retired to a small table near the back of the bar. There were no seats so I was forced to stand. My new shoes were now starting to hurt my feet. I just wasn't used to wearing heels and it was beginning to tell on my ankles. It began to get warmer so I shrugged off my coat, cradling it in my arm as I continued to sip my drink. I wondered who my benefactor was; I looked around the bar, wondering which of the many single men had bought me my drink. No one was obviously trying to gain my attention. So I returned to my introspective musings. Well, here I am, my first real outing, Jacqui was now out in the big wide world. Was I loving it, well I wasn't to sure, I liked the attention I got, but also some of those looks were extremely predatory and somewhat intimidating. Funny enough, just last week I might have given those same looks to a good looking woman had I been in a bar. Now, as I was on the receiving end, it wasn't so wonderful. A lot had happened this last week, and today was the culmination. What else would happen that would bring this new chapter into focus, I wondered. Just then a table next to mine came free, so I moved over to the table, depositing my drink on it, my coat into one chair and myself daintily into the other. I crossed my long, stocking clad legs, and re-adjusted my skirt so as not to display too much. I ran my hands over my legs, smoothing the stockings against my smooth skin. The feel was wonderful, electric, almost overpowering. I watched my slim fingers glide up my shins and over my knees. It was such a feminine gesture and yet it was so right. My long, red painted nails dragged slightly against my stockings adding to the sensual feeling. I was shaken from my reverie by the feeling of encroachment, I looked up, and standing in front of the table was this guy. He was about 6' tall, short black wavy hair, olive Mediterranean complexion, dark brown eyes, bushy eyebrows, and a wide, smiling mouth. He was well built, muscular even, though not easy to tell under his dapper business suit. "Did you enjoy the wine?" he asked. "I'm sorry?" I said, looking at him blankly. "The wine, I bought you," he said. "Oh sorry, it was from you?" I stuttered, "Yes, thank you, it's very nice." He stood there for a few seconds, obviously waiting for me. "I'm sorry," I said, "I'm a bit new at this, why don't you join me?" "Thanks, I will" He removed my coat from the spare chair, draped it over the back, and slipped into the seat. I hoped he hadn't noticed my slip. I must learn to be more relaxed and act like this wasn't all so new to me. "So," he said, "Sorry to start of with such a corny remark, but are you new, I haven't seen you around here before?" "Well, I've just arrived," I said somewhat cryptically. "Oh, well, welcome then, what's your name?" "Jacqui," I replied, and held out my hand to shake. "Well Jacqui, I'm Mark, and welcome to London, welcome to Harry's bar." He took my hand, and instead of shaking it, brought it gently to his lips and kissed the back of it, then as I hadn't reacted unfavourably, he kissed each one of my fingers. 'Oh heaven,' I thought, 'what a rush'?it made me feel so sexy and so horny, and yet so feminine. Who'd have thought such a gesture could have such a reaction. 'If I ever go back to my old life, that's one I'm going to have to remember,' I thought. We traded questions and answers for about 15 minutes. He was obviously interested in me, but just how much, I couldn't tell. Women have a lifetime of experience in these matters, I had had just a few short minutes. "Would you like another drink?" he asked "I shouldn't really, I'll get drunk," I replied. At this he smiled that predatory smile. "How about food?" I responded, "I'm really quite hungry." 'Now we'll see how interested he is,' I thought. "OK," he said, "there's a lovely, quiet, Italian about two streets from here, would you like to try that?" I nodded my agreement and stood up. He helped me with my coat, sliding his hand along my bare arm as he assisted me into it. We walked the two streets to the restaurant, my high heels clicking on the pavement and again on the tiled floor of the restaurant when we arrived. I still loved that sound, it was such a feminine sound. Mark was obviously well known at the restaurant and we were taken to a quiet table near the back, away from the hustle and bustle of the main seating area. "It's quieter here, so we can talk," he said, to my quizzical look. "I spent the time in the bar talking about me," he said, "now it's your turn, tell me all about yourself" I had a number of choices at this point, I could tell him the truth and watch him run for the door (I guessed), I could tell him my carefully prepared story, or I could simply wing it and see where it led. I chose the third option. "Let's play a game," I said, "for every guess you make about me that's right, I'll give you another guess. And if you guess everything, you win." "Intriguing," he said, "What do I win?" "We'll have to decide that," I said, hopefully with my best enigmatic smile. "OK," he said? "first guess, you have a big secret." "That's right," I said, "how did you guess that?" "Well if I told you that, it would give things away too early," he replied "Okay, second guess, you are from around here, but things are different for you now." "Right again!" I said, "uncanny!" For the next 10 minutes he went on, guessing at things closer and closer to my secret. I assumed he'd made me. I thought I was pretty fool-proof, but maybe I wasn't. We ordered our food, and it was delivered to our table. "OK," he said, "I'm going to go for your big secret now, but you must promise to not be offended, if I get it wrong and you don't like what I say." I knew then, he'd made me, and it was going to be the end of the evening. "You're a high class hooker on your first night out looking for business," he said. I just burst out laughing, he was so completely off the mark, and yet he'd seemed so close. "No sorry, your wrong, and that ends your guesses," I said with a gleeful smile. He looked so surprised, I was almost sorry for him, but I was so glad my secret was still safe, my compassion for his mistake was very short lived. "OK," he continued, "I know I got close, so it has to be something else, something equally as big." "Maybe so," I replied, "but you've used up all your guesses, no more questions, at least of a personal nature." "All right, I give in, lets finish up here, and go dancing or something, I feel like giving you the full treatment, if that's OK with you," he said. OK with me? I must have died and gone to heaven, it was my fantasy come true, out with a handsome man, who is wining, dining, and now wanting to dance with me. Could it get better? I could only hope. "Yes, I said, that would be lovely." Mark paid the bill, while I retired to the ladies to fix my make-up, etc. I was trembling at the thought of the next part of the evening, but it was so much what I wanted, I just couldn't believe it was happening. Mark helped me with my coat and we ventured out into the night. It was getting definitely chillier, and as I was only wearing a sleeveless top under my coat, I was quickly shivering with the cold. Mark obviously noticed and put his arm around me to warm me up. I snuggled against him as we walked. A few minutes later we arrived at the club. It was obviously an up-market affair, it was just a large shiny black painted door set into the wall. Mark pressed the buzzer and spoke briefly into the intercom. The door opened inwards, and we entered a dimly lit lobby. At this point, I started to get a little perturbed. There was no- one about and it all looked somewhat suspicious. Then a slim man appeared out of a door, dressed in a white vest shirt and snake-skin tight trousers. He seemed somewhat camp for the setting. He asked for our coats and passed them to someone behind the door. Then indicated that we should follow him. We went through one door into another lobby, where the young man called a lift. Mark and the man chatted idly for a few moments while waiting, I just tuned out, trying to enjoy the ambiance of the surroundings. The lift came, and we stepped inside. It rose two floors and then the doors opened on a scene from the movie, "Caligula." Taking my arm, Mark escorted me from the lift and into a room full of dancing and cavorting bodies. The music was loud, but not deafening, the lighting was garish yet exciting. All in all it was a place of excitement and life. Mark put his lips to my ear and asked if I'd like a drink, I nodded a yes to him and we pushed our way through the dance floor to the bar. As Mark stood at the bar, getting the drinks I studied the clientele of this exclusive palace of delights. It was filled mostly with the rich young businessmen, beautiful wannabe women, and middle-aged men. There were a group of drag queens in one corner holding court with the obviously camp members of the club, and a few passable trannys also mixed into throng. Mark appeared at my shoulder, holding a cocktail of some sort, I took a sip through the straw, a pleasant enough fruit tasting drink I thought, but after a few more sips I began to feel the alcohol in the drink. Mixed with my earlier drinks it worked its way through my body and up to my brain. I was certainly heading for a tipsy experience, anymore and I'll be bordering on the drunk! Mark took my hand, took the drink from it and then pulled me gently onto the dance floor. The music was a dance track, a bit too fast for my taste, but I danced energetically enough. We moved and gyrated about each other, sensuously touching our bodies in time with the movement. The track changed a number of times, we continued our merry dance. Then the track slowed, couples moved together and Mark swept me up in his strong arms. I slipped my arms around his neck and he drew me against his body. This close together I could feel his manliness, smell his scent and touch his strength. I was hoping I was exuding my femininity to him. His arms clasped about my small waist, he pulled me closer in and then gently brushed his lips against my cheek. His stubbly chin aroused me and I turned towards him. He pressed his thin lips to my lipstick coated mouth and gently kissed me. I responded to his kiss and slightly parted my lips allowing his tongue to enter my mouth. He pushed it in further and I began to suck on it enjoying its unfamiliar taste. As we kissed I could feel his man hood begin to harden as it was pressed into my crotch. Now that was the reaction I had wanted and that was what I was getting. We broke from the kiss and I looked into his eyes, studying his face I tried to work out his thoughts. 'He must know,' I thought. If not, if this is going to progress any further, he needs to know, I don't want this to become a scene. "We need to talk," I said. "What? I can't hear you," he shouted back. I reached up and turned his head and shouted into his ear, "We need to talk? Now," I said again. "OK, come with me" He took my hand in his and guided me through the throng of people. Towards the back of the club, I saw some doors, where a man stood outside. Mark went to the man and said something to him. The man nodded and pointed to one of the doors. Mark took my hand again and gently pulled me to the third door, opened it and ushered me inside. There was no noise from the club outside, the room must be soundproofed, I thought. It was opulently decorated and furnished, a dark walnut sideboard ran the length of one wall and the middle was dominated by a large leather sofa. To one side of the sideboard a small bar was available, Mark walked over and poured himself a whiskey, "Do you want one?" he asked. "Yes please, I'll have whiskey and soda," I replied. He poured my drink and brought them round to the sofa, gesturing for me to sit down next to him. I did so, took my drink, and took a large swallow to gather my wits and my strength?. I didn't know what to expect. He placed his drink on the small coffee table in front of the sofa, and gently removed mine from my rather nervous clutching hands. Then he turned to me and looked me straight in the eye. His gaze was rather disconcerting, and I was unable to hold eye contact, dropping my view down. His strong fingers came upward and he gently lifted my chin, so I could look again into those piercing, gray, blue eyes. He leant forward and kissed me, gently at first, his thin lips brushed mine, I felt the stubble over his top lip and enjoyed this sensation. I felt his hand on my stocking clad leg, just above my knee, my skirt had risen to my thigh, and he gently swirled his fingers on my leg. He then pressed his lips harder to mine and parted them with his probing tongue. I let him in, let him enter my mouth, his tongue pushed into me and I took it, I sucked gently on it's tip and then harder as the passion of the kiss increased. His hand grasped my leg and squeezed as we grew more intense. I broke off abruptly, I knew where this was leading, it was where I so desperately wanted to go, but knew I couldn't walk that walk until we'd had the talk. He looked at me, not saying a word, just waiting for me to fill the silence. I reached out for my drink, noticing that his crotch held an unmistakable bulge. I was pleased that I had that effect on him, pleased that my feminine allure was actually working, 'I could carry this off,' I thought. I had two stark choices, either tell him and hope that he was still interested to take it further, or not tell him, let things develop and just stop it at the appropriate time, feigning women's problems. But I knew he was expecting to hear the "big secret," I really had no choice but to tell all. I screwed up my courage, took a final swallow of alcohol and began. "OK, you guessed I had a big secret, but you couldn't guess it, well you need to know what it is before we let this progress any further," I said in a bit of a rush. "OK, I'm listening" he replied "Well you have to let me finish before you react. No getting out of the chair, before I say I've finished, you have to promise me that, or it's no deal and we just walk out of here." "OK, I promise," he said, "although I'm even more intrigued than I was before." "I'm not what I seem," I said. All he did was raise an eyebrow, "I live a double life, well, I do now, although a part of it has been in secret, tonight is the first time it's been public." "You some sort of spy?" he said with a hint of amusement. "No," I replied, "during the day I'm just a normal person in a normal job in the city, but tonight for the first time I'm who I want to be." "Mark," I said, taking both his hands in mine, "I'm not a real woman, I'm a man, a man who wants to be a woman." His fingers clenched as I said those words, he looked shocked and amazed. "No!" he said, "I've seen TV's before, I know what they look like and you certainly don't look like a man in drag. I don't believe you, it's just a wind up to see how I'd react, isn't?" "No, I'm sorry, it's true, I am a man, and until tonight, this side of me has only ever come out in the privacy of my own home. For years I've lived with this burden, knowing that I wasn't right, that I didn't fit in, but I didn't know why, I didn't know how I was different, I just knew I was. I used to have lots of girlfriends, girls liked me, I suppose I wasn't a threat, when we were together I was sensitive and caring, when we made love, I knew how to please them? they loved me. But it never felt right, it never felt that I was in the right place, I always envied them. I had gay friends as well, I tried a couple of relationships with them, but that also felt wrong, although I enjoyed the physical aspect of the relationship, I knew that that wasn't my preference, the emotional side was all wrong. My friends wanted me to be a man with them, they didn't like any trace of effeminacy. They liked men and wanted to be with men. I had never heard of Transvestitism or transexualism until I moved here a few years back, then one day while in a magazine shop just browsing I came across a soft porn magazine that had a head-line about the boy who wanted to be a girl. It struck a chord. I bought the mag and it changed my life. I spent the next three years building my feminine side. I used the web to learn about transvestitism and transsexuals, I ordered clothes and accouterments over the web and through mail order and as much as I could, I spent my free time living as Jacqui. And tonight was Jacqui's, no, my debut. I didn't think I would meet someone tonight, I thought I'd simply come out for a drink, maybe, fend off a few male admirers, but that was it. This wasn't supposed to happen. At least not tonight." I'd finished, I'd said everything. I didn't know what to expect. It could be a punch to the face, it could be a raging scene, it could be a storming out. I didn't know what was coming. Mark turned to look at me, he had been staring at the floor for almost all of my little speech. He stood up, took my hands and roughly pulled me to my feet. Then he wrapped his arms around me and kissed me hard and passionately, forcing his tongue deep into my mouth. I moaned in pleasure as he clasped me hard to his body and I felt his turgid manhood press into my crotch. He ended the kiss and looked at me. "Sorry," he said, I look at him quizzically "Why sorry?" I replied "I had to do that, I had to know if I could kiss you after what you told me, if you still turned my crank, just as you have been doing all evening," he said. "And you do, you turn me on so much, you are the most fantastic looking creature I have ever come across. I wouldn't be able to get you out of my mind whatever, and I know I would have always regretted not taking this further despite what you've told me." My smile must have stretched across my face, I felt elated, I felt wonderful, this handsome gorgeous man found me attractive, not just attractive but he thought I was fantastic. I just soared with emotion.. "But listen," he said, his voice getting more serious, "no-one must know our secret, no one must know that you are a man, ever. I'm a powerful and wealthy businessman, if my enemies knew about you, I would be ruined. I don't mind, but society, in all it's narrow-minded bigotry does. And I can't let that happen, it would ruin me and it would ruin you." "So, if you want this to continue and want something more to come out of this encounter, then you need to be Jacqui from now on." "What?" I said. "I can't!" "You must, if you want to be with me. Your old self must go away and only Jacqui must remain." "I need to think about this, it's just so much more than I expected or even thought about." "Do you want to be a woman?" Mark asked. "What fully? You mean have the surgery?" "Yes", he replied "I don't know, I've thought about it, I won't lie, but it seemed such a big step, and I was happy moving in the tiny footsteps that my life was taking." "Well you don't have to take that step just now, but your male self needs to go, you'll need to live and work and play as a woman, as my woman. Would you do that for me?" "I would, I think, but I need time to put my things in order, in order to go away, my male self, Jack can't just disappear, that would arouse suspicions as well." "You're right," he said, "How long can it take you, for Jack to up sticks and go?" "Well not long, I don't own much, I rent most things, don't know why, it just seemed easier. I can give my notice at work, I'm a contractor anyway, so I only need to give a week's notice. I can be rid of my old life by a week on Friday". "What about friends and family back home?" he asked. "I have no family left," I replied, "My mum and dad died before I moved to the city, and my sister died when I was 10. As for friends, I've lost touch with all of them since I moved here, its well over 200 miles away, and to be honest, it's such a small community very few people travel. To everyone there, I'm probably dead, or as good as anyway." "Good," he said, "Well, we'll need to build you a new persona, a new life, but also give it some history. I can do that, my business is in security, I can get you a complete new identity and give you a rich and varied history that no one would know wasn't real" "Why would you do this for me?" I asked, "I have only known you two hours, and you are asking me to give up everything I know and come with you, and even more surprising is I'm agreeing to it". "It may have only seemed like two hours to you," he said, "but to me, it seems as if I've known you all my life. I knew you were my soul mate when I first saw you in that bar. I have never done what I did to anyone before, I know it sounds corny, but you and I were destined to be." "Well who am I to stand in the way of our destiny together then," I said, "I'll do it, now kiss me and help me make this transition to womanhood." He smiled at me, a lustful look came across his face and I swear I saw a twinkle in his eye. Then he came forward, put his arms around my waist and pulled me into his strong grip. His thin lips met mine and he kissed me gently at first, then swelling in passion. His tongue pushed into my mouth and playfully twisted and twirled with my tongue. I sucked his tongue deeper into my mouth, enjoying the feeling it brought. My arms had slipped around his strong neck and one of my hands was running through his soft, closely cropped hair, the other hand caressed the back of his neck as I surrendered to his masculinity. One of his hands dropped down to caress my ass cheeks which instantly aroused me. His other came up to brush against my breast. Unfortunately, as they were false, I could only guess at the sensations I should have been feeling, but he seemed to enjoy the touch. I could tell this by the growing swelling in his groin that was pressed against my stomach. I should have broken off at that point, I shouldn't have let it go any further, but I had committed everything to this man, a man I hardly knew, yet was about to take me on the journey of my lifetime. Was this truly what I wanted? I had agreed so readily, had accepted his proposal without so much as a second thought. Yet here I was, surrendering to this man, about to let him enter the very core of my being, to mold me into his own aspect, to become his, wholly and truly, to be one with him, part of him, and to become a new me. My body responded for me, my mind became detached from the requirements my body brought to bare. My thoughts watched from behind my feminine clouded eyes. Were my thoughts still male or had they also surrendered to this ideal, this dream, the same way my body had. My lusts took over, I had no cognitive control over my body, merely my whims, I let my hand drop down the top of his leg and I rubbed my hand along his thigh, letting my long nails graze over his leg. He responded by turning his body slightly towards my sliding hand giving me access to his bulging trousers. I needed no prompting, I wanted this man, I wanted him as only a woman can want a man, I needed him to make me into that woman. My fingers slid over his bulge and he groaned in pleasure and satisfaction. Here in this darkened quiet room in the centre of a busy London street, I surrendered and took the step to woman-hood. I dragged my fingers over the zip on his trousers and then released his button. His trousers fell gently to his knees and I pulled down his silk boxer shorts, releasing his raging man- hood. I then ran my index finger over the head of his dick, I hadn't looked down at this point, I still didn't know what his cock looked like, as I gently teased him. I kept my sense of mystery alive by letting him kiss me, keeping my eyes averted from his maleness. I felt wetness at his very tip, some pre- cum had oozed out of his dick, I longed to taste it, to taste him, I brought my finger away from his cock, broke from the kiss and gently licked and sucked the male liquid from the tip of my finger. All the time looking deep into his eyes, his mouth crinkled into a smile as he saw the enjoyment I got from my first taste of his manliness. A slightly sticky liquid collected on my tongue and I used my senses to gain a taste of him. A slightly salty fluid, not unpleasant, I wanted more. I stepped back away from him, and looked down at his erect cock. I watched my own hand move to wrap my fingers around its girth and to slowly and gently raise up and down his length. It wasn't a big cock, by any means, probably about six inches in length, but it was quite wide, my slender hands stretched to fully encompass his girth. I looked up and saw him watching my hand wank him, I looked down again, it seemed so strange to see my hand, with long painted nails wrapped around another man's cock. Yet it seemed so right. I let my other hand drop to his groin and dragged my fingernails across his balls. He moaned loudly, I did it again, knowing that he enjoyed it, and increased my wanking. I could tell he wanted to take me in his arms again, to crush me against him, to kiss me and take me, but I wasn't ready for him to have that control, yet. I stepped back and slowly dropped to my knees in-front of his groin. There, staring me in the face was a man's cock, my future lover's cock, my soul-mate, as he put it. I leaned forward and kissed it, I ran my tongue around it's swollen tip and sucked at the very end. Once again I tasted his pre-cum, I pushed the tip of my tongue into his cock slit, wishing to penetrate his cock like I had penetrated the vaginas of my few female lovers. He groaned again with pleasure and bucked his hips, pushing his cock further into my willing mouth. I let it slide in, past and over my full lips, ensuring he got maximum pleasure from the penetration. Then I let his slide back out again, almost to the very tip, before plunging back down his shaft. I repeated this again and again, each time taking him further into my mouth. I wanted him deep in me, but when he reached the back of my throat I gagged. I wasn't used to that and I couldn't take him any deeper. I carried on sucking him, in and out as I wanked his base with one hand and caressed and scratched his balls with the other. His hands twinned into my hair as he started to fuck my face, he was close to cumming, to giving me his juices, to making me his. I let him slide in and out of my mouth, letting him use me as his willing facial slit. And then he came, he tensed, I felt his buttocks clench, his balls tighten, he let out a mighty groan and fired his first spurt of jism deep down my throat. I didn't have time to react, as he fired his second load, this time into my mouth, pooling on my tongue. He continued to fire his load into me, I tried to swallow it, but he just kept on cumming, filling up my mouth, it started to leak out of the sides of my mouth, I couldn't keep it in. And then he was finished. His cock started to shrink in my mouth, and he shuddered. He pulled his quickly fading cock from my mouth and I tried to swallow the remaining cum. It was hard, to do, he had given me so much, but I did it. He came down onto his knees and taking a hankie from his trouser pocket he wiped the dribbles of cum from my mouth, then leaned forward and tenderly kissed me. "Thank you," he said softly, "thank-you, that was wonderful, the best ever, and I mean that, really." I smiled at him, I didn't believe him of course, how could I, this was my first ever time, I couldn't possibly have given him his best ever blowjob. Then he took me in his arms and kissed me again, gently raising the passion once more. He broke off the kiss and whispered in my ear, "What can I do for you my love? What would you like me to do?" "Make love to me," I replied, "make me your woman, I want to feel you deep inside me, where only a woman can feel her man" He smiled at that and then came forward to me, slowly His hands came up to my blouse and started to undo the buttons, within seconds he had them all undone and he pulled the blouse out from the waistband of my skirt and removed it from me. Then he came forward and started to caress my breasts, then reached behind me to undo my bra. "No," I said, "Please don't take it off, without my bra, I had no breasts and I lost the illusion." He nodded his agreement and moved his hands down to my waist, one hand moved around to cup one of my ass cheeks, the other dropped to my leg and started to work it's way up under my skirt. The feel of his hand dragging over my stockings was electric, and when he reached my bare thigh I nearly came then and there. He hitched my skirt up higher and started to work his fingers under my knickers. I had worn small knickers, not quite G strings as they didn't conceal me very well, but wider ones to hold my own man-hood in place. His fingers brushed the front of my groin, pressing the flimsy cotton material against my pubic hair. Then they worked around to my arse. He slid his fingers under the leg of my knickers and he touched my cock. I moaned in delight and my cock began to engorge, filling my knickers and forcing my legs further apart. His hand slid up and down it's trapped length for a few moments then he worked his fingers underneath towards my willing and waiting hole. I felt I could do nothing, I didn't want to move, to break the moment, my own hands hung loosely by my side as he continued his ministrations. His fingers worked under my knickers and across my arse, they reached my crack and gently and tenderly stroked me, I moaned again, the movement was a dream, it was already sending my into a paroxysm of delight. I needed this?I needed this man. "Please more" I pleaded, "I need you, I need you now" Needing no more encouragement he gently worked his finger into me, at first it was difficult, but as he slipped it in, I produced enough juices to allow him easier movement. Having got one finger into me, he began to work it backwards and forwards, widening my hole, preparing me for what was to come, he added a second finger and worked them in and out together, then a third. I was panting, I needed this man's cock in me and I needed it now. "Mark, I need you to make love to me, NOW" I cried "Are you ready?" he asked, with a self-satisfied smile on his face "Oh yes, I'm ready!" I replied, "As ready as I'll ever be" He slipped his fingers out of me and gently pushed me down onto the floor. "Go on your hands and knees" he said, "It will be easier the first time if I enter you from behind." I got down on my hands and knees and removed my knickers in the process. He came up behind me and lifted my skirt over my back. I watched his long swinging cock come towards me and then lost sight of it as he moved behind. I felt his cock against my hole, he had obviously lubricated it with something, which I hadn't seen, as when it touched my hole it slipped easily around it. He started to slowly push against me. At first I thought it wouldn't fit, but then after a gentle nudge, the end slipped in past my sphincter. "Ohhhhhh, unghhhhh", I moaned, I felt it fill me. The feeling wasn't unpleasant, but it certainly wasn't what I had expected. He then started to push more of his cock into me, working it slowly, filling me more and more. I felt me arse stretching and pulling, there was pain, I won't deny it, but mixed with it was the sense of fullness and absolute pleasure. I was with my man and he was with me as a woman. He continued to work his cock into me, then I felt his balls against my cheeks, and I knew I had him fully inside me. He then started to gently work his way out, then in again, slowly fucking me and my virgin hole. Filling me with his manhood and allowing me to surrender my womanhood to him completely. His hands rested on my hips as he thrust harder and deeper into me, in and out, in and out. I panted and moaned with delight as he took me. I bucked with him as his actions rose to a frenzy, his fucking increased in speed and power, I was merely a rag doll on the end of his cock. He fucked me well and truly. Filling me with his own special needs. And then he came, great columns of cum came shooting out of his cock deep into my hole, one eruption after another and everyone filling me even more. I didn't come at that point, but it didn't matter, I was filled with a deep sense of joy and pleasure at knowing that I had completed my part in life's cycle and had made my man expel his seed into me. Mark slowly pulled his dwindling cock out of my stretched hole. I felt empty when he pulled out, and I felt his cum dribble down the inside of my leg. He collapsed on the floor by me and pulled me down on top of him. "Thank you," he said, "that was wonderful, you are the best I've ever had, man or woman." "I'll take that as a compliment," I replied with a playful smirk on my face. It could so easily have been taken as a sleight. I was fulfilled, even though I hadn't come myself, my own cock had barely stirred during the sex play. It had remained flaccid, an innocent bystander to the taking of, or making of, my womanhood. Was it needed? Did I need it? Did Mark need it? These were questions that were going to have to be answered, but for now I was content to lie on top of my man and revel in his warmth and affection, and marvel at my own journey. One that had started out many years ago and had culminated tonight in this explosion of passion and desire. We lay together for over half an hour, not saying a word, just reveling in our own thoughts. I had slipped to lay beside him on the floor and had been running my fingers across his chest and through his chest hair. For his part, Mark had been caressing my leg, running his fingers up and down their length and generally keeping me in a level of pent-up excitement. I turned to him, kissed him passionately, and asked, "What now?" "We carry on as we discussed," he replied, "You end your old life and you come with me into mine, as my lover, my mistress and eventually my wife? if that's what you wanted." "Wife?" I replied, somewhat shocked. "Well yes, if you will have me for a husband." "I think that is a little premature, don't you think?" "How can it be premature, think about what you said," raising himself up on one elbow and staring deep into my eyes. "You have already agreed to give up everything to come with me and be my woman, it doesn't take much more of a leap to extend that to matrimony. Anyway, you don't have to answer now, think about it, and let me know in a few weeks when things are settled and you are in your new life." "OK," I said, "I can manage that" "Good," he replied, "Now we should consider our plans for the next few days and then set the arrangements in place for you to begin your new life next weekend." "Right, but before we do, I need you to do something for me," I said. "I'll do anything for you," he replied, with a somewhat cynical smile playing over his perfect features. "I need to know whether my cock plays a part in our future life, I need to know whether I want it still, and whether you want it?. Do you want it? Without answering, he reached his hand down, slipped it under my skirt, and started to rub my cock. I moaned loudly, his touch was making me hot again, he ran his fingers expertly up and down it's length, making me hard, harder than I can ever remember being. Only a man knows how to treat a cock, to make it react the right way, only a man can make another man's cock fill will desire, as only someone with a cock can possibly know how to treat it. Mark sat up, swung around and gently kissed my tip, then swirling his tongue around my circumcised head he pulled me into his hot mouth. He then proceeded to give me an expert blow-job, sucking and licking, kissing and blowing, every time I thought I was going to blow my load, he would slow down his actions and squeeze my balls. For over twenty minutes he kept me on the edge, and then he took me deep into his throat, letting me fuck his face, allowing me to drive my raging cock deep into his mouth and rape his throat. Within seconds I was pumping my own hot cum into his willing mouth. I screamed in delight, he moaned in pleasure and struggled to take all my load. I continued to pump into him, emptying my cock and enjoying every second of it. Eventually my cock started to recede and he let it slide from his mouth. He then moved back up and kissed me. But he hadn't swallowed all my cum and he pushed some of it into my mouth with his tongue and swapped it back and forth as we kissed. Eventually I took it all and swallowed it. We broke the kiss, "Does that answer your question," he asked. "Yes!" I replied "And are you happy about the answer?" "Yes, most happy." "Good, because now you've had your fill, I need to fill you again." And with that he jumped on top of me, pulling my legs up I felt his raging cock pushing against my still wet hole. This time he slipped in without to much effort or pain, and with my legs against his shoulders he fucked me face to face. Once more filling me with his meat and driving me crazy with passion and excitement. It didn't take him long to cum, but this time as he was about to cum he reached down and furiously wanked my cock. This brought me to an instant erection, and as he drove his cock deep into and splattered my inner walls with his juices, I exploded onto his stomach. A simultaneous orgasm, and then a second explosion of pleasure hit me, emanating from deep inside my arse, a wave of ultimate joy, I shuddered and shook as the anal orgasm washed over me. I had never felt anything like that before. It was so intense, and so utterly female. I knew I had just crossed a boundary, and it was one I did not want to cross back from, I knew now what I wanted, where I wanted to be and with whom I wanted to be with. With that feeling of pleasure still suffusing my body. I pulled myself away from Mark and started to get dressed. He watched me as I straightened my skirt, found my knickers, and put them on, re-adjusting myself to hide my manhood. I put on my blouse and began to re-create my feminine image. I found a mirror and in the dim light reapplied my make up as best I could. All the while Mark watched me. "Well then," I said, "Are we going to get this show on the road? If you want me for the rest of our lives, we have many things to sort out and just lying there isn't going to get them done, is it?" "No, Ma'am," he replied somewhat sarcastically, and with that, he got up and started to dress himself. This time it was my turn to watch him hide that wonderful body underneath the male garb. He then took my hand and we walked out of the room, back into the club and then outside into the cold night air, and into a journey I could never have expected a few short hours ago. If you liked this story, please feel free to email me. If you want to know what happens to Jacqui after this, let me know and I'll write some more. Tanya Grant