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She's Every Man's Dream Part One: The Choice of Change By Amanda Rogers Monday morning, Bart Hughes walked into his corner office with the goal to hire yet another hot sexy secretary. This would be his fourth one this year, and it was only July. He plopped down into his chair, eyed the temp that he had requested as she walked in with his coffee. She was pretty, but nowhere near his standards. "Thank you, that will be all," he said as she sat his coffee down and turned to leave the room. "Oh, and let me know when the first candidate arrives." "Yes sir," she replied. Unbeknownst to his last secretary, he had cleared his schedule today to look for her replacement. He did this regularly; it was his own special game. Hire the hottest girl available, spend time and money trying to win her over, get her in the sack, and then after a while get rid of her and start all over. He kicked his feet up on the desk. "Damn I'm good," he said out loud to no one in particular. About that time the intercom beeped. "Sir, your 9:00 o'clock is here," said the temp, as he realized he didn't even know her name. "Oh well." he thought. "She's not worth my time, or a name." He chuckled at this thought as he sat up and awaited the knock on the door. "Come on in," he said as he heard the light raps on the door. He stood and watched the door as a very pretty brunette in; she had a great body, all the right curves. She was dressed rather conservatively, but that could be worked on with a little encouragement. He had to admit; he may have just found a winner the very first round. "Welcome, I'm Bart Hughes, please have a seat Miss..." "Mrs. Its Mrs. Brown," she said. "Ouch, strike two," he thought. "Tell me Mrs. Brown what kind of skills will you bring to the office?" It was his standard first question, and he could tell a lot about a woman by how she chose to answer it. And as he feared, Mrs. Brown started talking about how many words she could type, and blah, blah, blah. As usual with an interview like this he started to tune her out. He went through the pretense of having a real interview, and while she was probably the most qualified woman he had met with all year, he could tell that she would never cheat on her husband, and that was the final strike. He took her resume and promised a call back, he would forward her name to a friend that needed a real secretary. After Mrs. Brown left, Bart walked over to the bar area and poured himself a small drink, it was early, but he could tell already that it would be a long day. He looked at himself in the mirror; just barely 27 years old, he was a major player in a company his father had started. He stood about 5'5 weighed roughly 140 pounds. He was in great shape, very little fat had every resided on his body. His dark blonde hair and blue eyes showcased his slim tight face. He was a nice looking man, though not what you would call ruggedly handsome. His mom had always called him a beautiful boy, and if she were still around, she'd probably call him a pretty man. He couldn't help it that genetics had made him dainty, at least he was big where it really counted he thought as he thrusted his crotch forward. As he stood there sipping his drink, lost in his thoughts, the intercom buzzed. "That's funny," he thought, "My next appointment isn't due for another hour, surely she's not this early." He walked back over to his desk and sat down. "Send her in." He sat awaiting the knock, but it never came. Instead a beautiful green-eyed blonde walked in, wearing a black mini skirt, a tight almost sheer white blouse, he could see the outline of a lace bra underneath. Her legs were encased in the shiniest black nylons he had ever seen; his eyes followed them all the way down to the black pumps on her feet. He stared a second, "Wow, those must be 4 inches," he thought. He stood; ready to play his part in the game. "Welco..." "Mr. Hughes, thank you so much for seeing me on short notice," she interrupted as she reached her hand out to his. Her hand was so slim, so sexy, her nails a bright red to match her lips. Her hair and make up were both elegant, neither overdone nor understated. And he had to find out what that perfume was, she smelt heavenly. "Uh... no problem," he said. He couldn't figure out why all of a sudden he couldn't talk. "It's just that I have had enough of my former line of work, and feel I need a change." she said as she sat and crossed her legs. Thinking how he can't believe how bad this interview has started off; Bart tried to regain control, though it was obvious that this young lady was running the show. "And what line of work were you in?" he asked. She leaned back; he noticed for the first time that the top few buttons were undone on her blouse. As she sat back, a sparkling pendant hung just above the deep V of her cleavage. She laced her fingers together and placed them on her knee, his eyes followed the movement and he could just barely make out the lace tops of her thigh high stockings. "Lets just say that I was in 'entertainment,'" she said confidently. Bart's mind went blank, he had planned to ask her more, but for some reason he couldn't concentrate on the questions that needed to be asked. So he fell back to his traditional first question. "So Miss..." he stammered realizing that he didn't even know this gorgeous creature's name. "Miss Evans, Cindi Evans," she corrected. "Yes, pardon me, Miss Evans," he said, "As I was saying, Miss Evans, what skills will you bring to this office?" She looked deep into his eyes, her hand moved up to her chest, her fingernails brushing across the pendant. She gave him a confident sexy smile. "I have many skills that I can offer you Bart, the least of which is that I will always be on top of everything. I know exactly how to handle an office like this. And I am willing to give you the personal attention that you need." As she leans forward so does he, she speaks softly, almost purring, "I'm offering to bring you a woman's touch," she leans back speaking louder, "that we both know you need." Bart sits stunned for a few seconds, and then shakes his head, clearing it. "I think I have seen enough, Miss Evans, welcome to my team," he says as he stands and offers her his hand. She stands, and puts her hand in his; he takes the hand and kisses it, something very out of character for him. "If you like, we can go and discuss your compensation, perhaps over lunch?" She pulls her hand back, and reaches for her purse. "That is a wonderful offer Bart, but I think I need to decline today, perhaps a rain check. I prefer dinner to lunch anyway." She turns and begins to walk out, his eyes glued on her swaying hips. She turns to face him, "And besides I'm not worried about pay, I know you will take care of me. Oh and you will have everything ready for me to start tomorrow right?" she asks. "Of course I will Cindi, everything will be ready for you first thing in the morning," he replied. Normally after Bart hires a girl, he will see the rest of the applicants, just to look for a date if nothing else. Today was different. Today he buzzed the temp, told her to contact all the girls, and cancel all the appointments. He also had her prepare the desk for Cindi's arrival. With the rest of the day free, Bart went home. For some reason he didn't feel like working, or going out. He poured himself a glass of his finest wine, and ran a nice hot bath, putting the bubbles in it that he saved for when he had one of his girls over. He sat in the tub relaxing, all he could think about was Cindi, but not in a sexual way, like he normally would. He sat there staring at the wall, lost in the memory of her eyes. Her presence flooded him, soothing him. He got out of the bath, wrapped a towel around him, freshened up his wine and sat down to watch TV. As he slowly looked through the channels, none of his usual programming, sports, action flicks, comedies seemed appropriate. He finally settled onto Oprah, something about the things they were discussing made him feel comfortable. He laid back on the couch, and soon fell asleep. The next morning, Bart arrived to work early, feeling more refreshed than he had in months. It had become his habit to arrive at work right before his first appointment. As he walked in he was surprised to find Cindi already there. She was standing at his door wearing a tight red dress with matching heels, holding two cups of coffee. He smiled and said, "Good Morning Cindi," as he opened the door for her. "Good Morning Bart, I have your coffee here, and Alice went to get a newspaper for you." "Thank you," as he sits down and sips his coffee. "Would you care to join me for the first cup?" "Sure, I guess we have time," she says, as she sits across from him and crosses her legs. "Did you have a good night?" she asks. "Yes I did thanks, I got the best night sleep in ages," he replied. "I'm taking that as a sign that I made the right choice." She giggles, "You don't have to worry about anything anymore. I will help you take care of everything." She leans forward, the pendant falls out of her blouse. "Now Bart, if I am going to truly help you turn things around here, I need full access to all your books and accounts, both business and personal." "Oh of course, I'll notify accounting and my bank to give you whatever access you need." "Thank you," She stood and took her coffee to her desk, and began putting her mark on the office. Cindi started proving her worth immediately. Bart's business took off. She systematically organized his business and personal accounts with ease. He couldn't believe how efficient she was. "How could some one this hot be that good a worker," he thought. He knew right away that Cindi was every businessman's dream. She was hot, sexy, and more than competent. He was determined to see just how hot she could be. He had to admit he loved the way she dressed. She always wore a skirt or dress, and they were rarely longer than knee length. If they were long, they made up for it by being skintight. She always wore the sexiest heels; they made her legs look so very sexy. Her hair, nails, and make up were always done perfectly. And no matter the outfit, she always wore the unique pendant. He would always try to catch a glimpse of it, especially if it was buried in her cleavage. Before long, Bart and Cindi were coming into work early and staying late, something he had never done before. He couldn't believe that he was actually putting business before his playboy ways. After just a few weeks, Bart had promoted Cindi to his rarely used executive assistant position. In the past he had made a few of his secretaries his "personal" assistant. Of course that title accompanied their status as his lover, and always meant that their time with the company was limited. Bart Hughes could not be tied down to one woman. He lived his life by the four F's... Find 'em, Fuck 'em, Fire 'em, and Forget 'em. With Cindi, things were different. She was too good a worker to fire, but she was so damned hot, he had to have her. They always flirted in the office, especially in front of others. She understood that most people expected certain behaviors out of a beautiful secretary. She played her part to a T. She knew when to flirt, when to act like an airhead, and when to be serious. It was like she could sense what role each person expected her to fill. But during the early mornings and late nights they spent together, she was different. She used that time for work, and to also act as Bart's personal shrink, as he called her. He would talk; she would ask questions and give her opinions on what he said. Before long, Cindi knew everything about Bart. He trusted her completely. Within a couple of months, he basically turned operations of the office over to her. He became more of a figurehead than anything. He would meet with clients, and tell them whatever Cindi told him in their briefing. Other than that she basically did everything. She had started replacing the office staff with ones that fit in better with her style, though Bart noticed that they were all pretty women in their own rights. They were good workers, and very polite. Every one of them called Cindi either Miss Evans, or Ma'am, while still calling him Bart. That was okay with him, it made him seem more accessible to them, easier to date. And date them he did. By the fall, he had nailed each one of them, several times. They had each proven valuable, but they had reached the end of their usefulness with him. He would talk to Cindi about her firing them that evening. Around 6:00 that evening, Cindi walked into his office, as always she was dressed immaculately. She had on a tight red mini, with a black and white vertical stripped blouse and red heels. Her hair was in a bun today, and she was wearing her black glasses, that framed her beautiful face perfectly. "Everyone is gone for the day," she said. "Good, I wanted to spend sometime just the two of us talking before the day was over," said Bart. He was sitting over on the sofa, before he had black leather furniture in his office, but Cindi had convinced him that a nice navy blue cloth set would look more professional. She smiled as she walked over and sat in the chair across from him. "Sounds serious," she mused. "You know I appreciate everything you do here, and business has never been better." "But," she added for him. "I'm not comfortable with the girls out front anymore. They do good work, but I think its time for a change," he said. "What's the matter, you tired of fucking the four of them?" she asked bluntly. He smiled, "You know me too well." "Well I am your personal shrink," she playfully replied. "I'm afraid that something bad will happen, it always does with office relationships, that's why I always get rid of them. Last thing I need is for one of them to fall in love with me." "Bart, silly that is why I hired these particular women. Each of them is married, with husbands that travel or ignore them. They are perfect for a man like you to play with," she replied. "They need the passion and sexual attention you can give them." "Wow, I can't believe you did that for me." "I told you I could take care of all your needs didn't I?" He smiled, as he looked her over. "And you do a good job of it too. I still think we should fire them, and just let you handle all of my needs personally." "Oh do you now," she smiled back at him sexily. "You think I am woman enough to satisfy you?" She asked as she moved to the sofa with him, almost crawling like a cat, her perfume drifting over him, saturating his nostrils. "Or more importantly," she purred, "Are you man enough for me?" Bart couldn't believe what was happening, Cindi was making the moves on him. She was sitting beside him on the sofa; she had removed the pins from her hair, and tossed her head side to side, letting her gorgeous locks fall across her shoulders. She tossed her glasses back to the chair. He went to speak, and she put her finger on his lips. "Shhh, tell me Bart, are you willing to do what I say? I like my lovers to act a certain way, do certain things. Do you think you can handle that?" Bart went to open his lips to speak, but she pinched them shut. "Just nod if you accept my proposal," she offered. He quickly nodded his acceptance. She leaned back and slowly started unbuttoning her blouse. "Now you sit back and enjoy the show," she ordered, "and not a peep out of you if you want me to continue." He nodded and sat back and watched her as she rose from the sofa. She placed her left leg onto the table; leaning over and taking her hand she slowly ran her hand, her nails lightly dragging against her nylons up her leg to the base of her skirt. She switched legs, and repeated her slow leg tease. Bart sat there, his mouth open in shock over the vision in front of him. Cindi turned away from him, bent over; putting both hands on the floor, and looked back at him. "Like what you see sweetie?" she asked. Bart nodded; he could barely take the excitement. He shifted his sitting position to release some of the tension on his growing hard on. "Awww sweetie, look at you, you're getting all worked up. You need to relax baby," she said sexily, "if you're going to keep up with me tonight." "Tonight?" The words were out of his mouth before he knew it. "Tsk, tsk... bad boy," she corrected. "You were supposed to stay quiet." "I'm sorry Cindi, I just didn't think this would ever happen." "MMM, believe me, you're going to love what happens next," she replied. Bart opens his legs, and begins to undo his tie. "Whoa, easy big boy," she said as she walked over and leaned back against his desk. "You don't think that I'm going to let you have me for the first time here do you?" Bart's eyes got big. "You mean you want to come home with me?" he asked. Cindi waved her hand at him playfully. "I'm not one of your usual sluts Barty, I won't be impressed by your bachelor pad. You can come over to my place. Let me go home and get things ready for you. See you at my place about 8." Bart sat there stunned. "Uh sure, where do you live?" Cindi walked around his desk, and sat in his chair. She began typing on his computer as he sat watching from the sofa. "I'm putting the directions in an e-mail, check it when you get home. Oh I'm also clearing our schedules for in the morning," she said winking at him. "Now get on out of here, I have a few things to finish. Go home and relax, have a drink and I'll see you at 8." Bart said his goodbye and left Cindi there at his computer typing away. He went home, kicked back with a glass of wine and watched a few minutes of the news. All he could think about was being with Cindi, feeling her body, her presence. He had never wanted a woman this bad before. He finished his glass of wine, went to his room, and slipped into a clean pair of slacks and a polo shirt. He tidied up his hair, grabbed the print out of the directions, and headed for the car. The trip to Cindi's was pure torture. With every mile, his heart beat faster, his stomach churned. He had never been this nervous for a date. When he reached the address, he was shocked at what he saw. The driveway he pulled into had a big elaborate gate. He pulled in and punched the code that she had provided him. He pulled up the drive, his eyes glued to the enormous house that dominated his view. It was an impressive design, two stories of pure elegance. He parked his Lexus at the front door, but couldn't help but notice the Honda that sat beside the garage. "What is a piece of crap like that doing at this place," he thought. He walked up and rang the doorbell. He stood back and waited for her to answer the door. He was trembling he was so excited. "Come on in Bart," came her voice from the speaker. He walked in and looked around, the front sitting room was a picture of elegance. It reminded him of something out of a magazine. "Have a seat in the living room, I'll be right down," she called from upstairs. He walked over and was just about to sit on the sofa, when he heard the sound of heels clicking on the wood. "Come on in here dear," he heard her say from the next room. He walked towards the sound of her voice. As he stepped into the next room, a more comfortable looking version of the one he had just left, he froze. He smelt her perfume, before he saw her. There in the middle of the room stood Cindi. She looked sexier than even he could have imagined. His eyes started at her feet and slowly worked their way up drinking her in. She wore black 7" ankle strapped open toed heels, black thigh hi stockings that were connected to the sexiest black corset he had ever seen. It drew her waist in tight, barely covering the black lace panties underneath. It forced her breasts up and out. They strained against their prison, but the corset managed to keep them in. There resting on her breasts was the pendant that he had grown so accustomed to seeing. Each arm had black satin gloves with open fingers. Her make up was dramatic, and her hair was pulled back tighter than he had ever seen. "Welcome Bart, have a seat there in that chair." He moved before she had even finished speaking. All his nerves were gone. Something about her put him at ease. She walked over, and poured two glasses of wine and handed him one. She stood and sipped her wine before she spoke. "I'm glad to see that you made it here alright. I promise you that tonight is going to be something you never forget." He sipped his wine, it was sweeter than most, definitely delicious. "Believe me, I would never want to forget this," he replied. She sat in the chair next to his at an angle, she crossed her legs, and her left heel grazed the front of his leg. "I figured we could sit here and relax a little. I know how you like to have a drink to unwind after work." "Yeah, but I'm feeling pretty comfortable though," he replied as he sipped his wine. "Trust me Bart, I can get you a lot more relaxed than you are now." "Really?" "Would you like me to try?" she asked. "Sure" "Okay, finish your wine and sit it down, then sit up straight for me." He gulped down the rest of his wine; it gave him a bit of a buzz, more than one glass should have then sat the glass on the side table. He sat up straight, arms on the side of the chair. "Good boy," she said as she reached back and unclasped her necklace. "Do you like my Grandmother's necklace?" He nodded. "My mother gave it to me before I moved here to the city. Everybody just loves how it sparkles." He sat there wondering what this had to do with anything. "I know what you are thinking, what does this have to do with me getting laid. Well Bart my boy, it has everything to do with your sex life. I am going to use this pendant to help you relax, then you'll have the best sex of your life." He chuckles. "What are you going to hypnotize me? Make me bark like a dog. Hahaha." She laughed, "No silly of course not, just look at it hanging here, look at it sparkle. Isn't it pretty?" He looked at it; it turned at the end of the chain, sparkling like a star. "Uh huh." "You like sparkling things don't you? Its okay, you can tell me, I understand." "I do." "You like pretty things don't you sweetie?" "Yes." "Good." Her voice was clam and even. "Keep looking at the pretty necklace, see the sparkles, feel them dancing across your eyes. Do you feel them?" No answer. "Good, now close your eyes so you can see the sparkling inside your head." He closes his eyes; his breathing calm and even just like her voice. "Now listen to my voice," as she puts the pendant back on. "Feel yourself relaxing. Drop all your macho barriers Bart. You will hold nothing back. You will be an open book for me to read. You will be very receptive to what I say. You will not be able to resist my desires. You will agree with my opinions and will carry out my orders. Do you understand?" "Yes." "Good, you live to please me, whenever you do something I like, it will bring you a deep sexual pleasure, as intense as any orgasm, but when you disobey me, it will hurt you more than the deepest heartache." "Yes." "Good, when we are alone you will start referring to me as Mistress, Ma'am, or Miss Evans. Understand?" "Yes Mistress." "Your personality will start splitting. You will begin to act like you are dressed. When you are dressed in male clothing, you will continue to act as you always have, save for the instructions I have given you. But when you are dressed in female clothes, you will suppress any male feelings you may have, and be totally feminine. Do you understand?" "Yes Mistress." "Good. Now when you awaken, you will feel more refreshed and relaxed than you have in years. You will have no stress at all. You will not remember this trance; though you will live by the commands I have given you. Understand?" "Yes Mistress." "Good, now whenever I say the phrase 'Mistress's slutty Mandi candy' you will return to this open trance. Understand?" "Yes Mistress." "Good now awaken," she snapped her fingers. Bart opened his eyes and looked around. Cindi was still sitting across from him, legs crossed sexy as ever. "As I was saying, the house is fully paid for, as are the vehicles. My old job paid me quite well." Bart was confused for a second, but shook it off. "I never asked, what was your old job?" "I'm a professional Dominatrix Bart. I provide love and guidance to a stable of sexually submissive slaves. Just like you." Before Bart could grasp that concept his mouth moved and his own voice said, "Yes Mistress." She smiled obviously pleased with her work. "I specialize in working with women, but I do make some exceptions as far as men go." "What exceptions are those Ma'am?" he asked. "Well of course I will take on any hot, buff, and hung stud," she said, "and then there are the special cases like you." "And what is so special about me Mistress?" He asked. She smiled, "Not yet sweetie, but you will know your true purpose soon." "Yes Mistress." "Good girl." "I'm not a girl Mistress," he offered. "Too bad then, I love obedient little girls like you," she offered. A deep pain struck Bart, he felt hurt. So hurt that he almost cried. "I'm sorry Mistress." "Its okay sweetie, you are still learning. Now take off all your clothes." Bart got excited; he jumped up and started stripping, his mind jumping to the obvious conclusions. "Settle down sweetie, it's not what you think... yet" "Yes, Mistress," he said as he slowed down. He was finally totally naked. He had a nice tone, if not feminine body, light hair over his legs, chest and pubic area. "Good girl, you may kneel." Bart kneeled before her, and looked up into her smiling face. "Good girl, your obedience makes me very happy." She said. "Thank you, Mistress." As he said that, a feeling built deep in his loins. His body twitched with excitement and pleasure. "Damn that feels so good," he thought. "Good, now you see how rewarding it can be to please me, don't you my pet." He nodded, "Yes Mistress I do." "Good girl, now in the first door upstairs on the left is a bathroom, go inside. Sitting on the bathtub is a bottle of lotion. Sit on the edge of the tub and apply the lotion generously to your legs, arms and chest. Then very carefully apply a small amount around your private area. When you are done, leave the lotion on and step out of the tub. Run a hot bath; put a capful of the clear liquid into the water. By the time the tub is full, the lotion will have done its work. Get in and take a nice long soaking bath. There will be a pink satin robe and matching panties folded on the sink. Put them on then join me in the bedroom three doors down. Got all of that?" "Yes Mistress." "Good, now go on, I will be waiting for you." Bart left the room as another woman walked in, she looked familiar, but he could not place her face immediately. Something about her being there seemed wrong. He walked upstairs racking his brain trying to place who that was. As he entered the bathroom, a name entered his mind. "Kathy, that is Kathy," he thought. Kathy had worked for Bart a couple months before Cindi was hired. "What is she doing here?" he thought as he grabbed the bottle of lotion and began applying it as directed. The lotion burned his skin slightly, but he was too lost in though to notice. He had fucked Kathy several times. She had seemed to be a lonely lost little girl to him. She was great in bed, though always seemed distracted at work. She was nowhere near the woman that Cindi was, but then who was? That thought brought the butterflies back to his insides. By this time Bart was finished with his body, and moved to his crotch. He snapped too and concentrated on what he was doing, one false move and that stuff would burn him pretty bad. He applied a heavy dose to the hair above his cock, but then applied a light layer to the hair on his balls. He felt a tuft of hair tickle the back of his hand from near his ass. "Should I?" he thought. "Of course," he answered his own question and applied a layer between his ass cheeks. He stood and ran the tub of water as directed. He placed a capful of the clear liquid in he water and watched as it formed a light layer bubbles on top of the water. When the tub was full he got in, and laid all the way down to his chin. He laid there for what seemed like forever soaking up the water. Even though it was scalding hot, something about the bubbles cooled down the burning on his skin. Feeling surprisingly refreshed he flipped the drain with his toes, and stood. He reached for the towel and froze when he noticed there was no hair on his arms. He grabbed the towel and began to dry off, everywhere the towel touched it seemed that there was no hair. His dry skin glistened, as it was silky smooth. He would definitely talk to Cindi about this, it was definitely too much. A man did not have smooth hairless legs, though he had to admit that they did look sexy. His legs were long and slender, very toned. Hairless they rivaled any woman's legs. Something about that thought made his insides tingle again. He walked to the sink, and sure enough there was a pink robe and panties folded nicely there. He took the panties and stepped into them, his body shivered with pleasure as he slid them up his legs. They fit snugly, and pulled his cock and balls back against his body. He slipped the robe over his shoulders and drew it tight. He glanced into the mirror; from the chin down he looked very feminine. He had to admit that from certain angles, even his head did too. For weeks now, Cindi had been encouraging him to let his hair grow. She had brought him a shampoo that she said would make it "shinier." That it did, it shined, and grew fast. He had noticed the last few weeks that his hair seemed thicker, fuller than it ever had been. He shook off those thoughts, and started for the door. Every step was an exquisite dream. The soft materials against his smooth body made him sparkle inside. He reached the third door and knocked. "Come in sweetie," he heard his Mistress call. He walked in and seen an amazing sight. Kathy was kneeling obviously topless in front of Cindi with her back to the door. She appeared to have on some kind of strange panties that had a waistline and a strap running across each ass cheek, leaving the crack bare. "Ah Bart right on time, have a seat there at the dresser." Bart walked to the dresser and sat on the small padded stool. From this position he could see Kathy from the side. She had some kind of metal clamps on each nipple and a chain connecting them. He wasn't sure, but he thought he seen something poking out of her lap, but her hands were blocking his view. He did have a better view of Cindi now. She was sitting in front of Kathy, her legs spread, and a huge black dildo protruding from her crotch. It was wet and slimy looking, he knew that it had just gotten out of Kathy. In her hands was a chain that was connected to the middle of the chain that ran between Kathy's nipples. "Are you ready to take the next step towards your goal of pure sexual satisfaction Barty baby?" asked Cindi. He enthusiastically replied, "Yes I am Mistress." Kathy snickered. Immediately Cindi tugged on the chain, sending a shot of pure pain through both of her nipples. "Thank you Mistress, I am sorry Miss Evans, I will stay quiet as instructed." "You better if you want to be my good whore," countered Cindi. "You know I could be training your replacement tonight." "Yes Mistress." "You were right about one thing Kathy," Cindi started, "for such a shrimp, he does have a nice cock. Seeing it in person has made me change some of my plans. It would be a shame to waste such a useful... toy." They both giggled. Bart sat calmly on his stool, he knew the ladies were making fun of him, but he didn't care. His Mistress looked at him, then at Kathy. "You may arise slave and start his clothing session," Cindi commanded. "Yes Ma'am." Kathy quietly got up, revealing a smaller dildo between her legs. She walked over to the dresser beside Bart and began opening different drawers pulling out a pair of white stockings, a pink lace bra, and a pink lace garter belt. While Kathy was digging through the dresser, Cindi turned to face Bart and began to explain the night's plans. "You see Barty, Kathy here is one of my most loyal slaves. I have been very good to her over the years. When I met her she was a sniveling weak-minded fool, very drab and ordinary, but look at her now, she is sexy beyond most men's dreams. Of course she was not enough for the great Bart Hughes," she said as she got up and walked towards him. "You had to use her and throw her away, like a piece of garbage." Cindi walked around him, dragging her fingernails across his stubbled face. "After she told me the story of how you hired, fucked and fired her I was, I admit, pissed. I had sent this girl out into the world to find a better job, and you ruined her." She pinched his ear hard. Kathy laid the lingerie on the bed, and then pulled a pink mini skirt and a white blouse with pink flowers out of the closet. She carefully placed them beside the lingerie. She returned to the closet and pulled out a pair of white 3" pumps. While Kathy was gathering the clothes, Cindi continued. "As soon as Kathy began her story, I knew what kind of man you were. I knew you were a 'player'. The next week I checked into you, it was easy to convince the human resource director to show me your office's personnel files." Cindi smiled wickedly. "With a sexy outfit and a little help from my pendant here, he was showing me all I needed to know about you, including a picture. That is when this wonderful plan popped in my head. I looked at you, how small you are how girly you looked and knew I could make you a woman. I would make you into one of the girls that you dumped." During this talk, Cindi pulled a taller stool over and sat beside him. "My original plan called for the complete sex change, but now that I have seen that beautiful cock, I think I'll keep it around. Kathy told me you were great in bed, but I figured she just didn't know any better, but then the other four girls in the office, yes they are all mine too, confirmed her opinion." Bart wanted desperately to speak out, to tell Cindi to stop it, but he couldn't. Deep down whenever he went to speak, a painfully feeling struck him, so he sat in silence. Kathy left the room, and came back a few minutes later with the lotion bottle and clear liquid rinse from the bathroom. "So we have a new plan Bart. Tonight you are going to ask me to dress you up as a girl, you are going to beg Kathy to fuck you, and then you are going home enfemme." "No fucking way," Bart shouted. Cindi glared at him, he could see the disapproval in her eyes, and then he felt it. His heart broke; he almost fell off the stool he was in so much emotional pain. "Please Mistress, make it stop," he begged. "Fall to your knees bitch, you'll then figure out how to make it stop," Cindi commanded. Bart did as she commanded and the pain lessened. It was replaced by that tingling sexy feeling in his loin. "Good slut, you see how pleasing me makes you feel, now can you guess what will please me next?" "Yes Mistress," each word brought some ease to his pain. Cindi nodded to Kathy. Kathy lightly smeared some of the lotion over the beard area of his face. It burned fiercely, but he said nothing. After a few minutes, she took a rag, soaked it with the liquid and wiped his entire face down. "In case you haven't figured it out yet, the lotion is an commercial strength hair remover, and the liquid is a enzyme based skin moisturizer. At this moment your skin is smoother and softer than 95% of the women out there. Now is there something else you wish to ask me?" He wanted desperately to ask to leave, but when he tried to say it, the desperation filled him. The only way it eased was to picture himself asking to be dressed up. "May I please be dressed as a girl Mistress?" With that admission the pain stopped, his insides exploded with the intense pleasure that always accompanied an orgasm. Cindi smiled at him. "What was that my pet?" "May I please be dressed as a girl Mistress, a pretty girl," he added. With this he looked down at his panties, knowing that they should be filled with cum, much to his surprise his cock was just now hardening. "Good girl, I wanted to make sure this part was your choice." "It is Mistress, it is," he enthusiastically replied. "Good, Mistress's slutty Mandi candy." Bart's eyes closed, he sat straight up entranced. Cindi looked to Kathy and said, "It will be easier to dress him like this, plus we can tweak his responses a little better." "Yes Mistress," Kathy responded. "You get to work on his make up, I'll begin work on the personality of our little girl." "Yes Mistress." Kathy went to work on Bart's face. First she took a pair of tweezers and slightly shaped his eyebrows. It was more a touch up job than a shaping. She evened them out and thinned them a little, but stopped short of giving them the full feminine arch that would look so sexy on his face. Next she applied a layer of foundation to his skin, evening out his light skin tone. Then she sat to work on his eyes; she dusted his eyelids with a nice mixture of pink and a dark cream to give him a younger more innocent look that would match his outfit. She was just about to reach for the false eyelashes when she looked closer at his real ones; they were nice and long. She took the eyelash shaper and crimped them into a nice curve. She then lightly traced his eyes with black eyeliner, and finished the eyes off with a liberal coating of mascara. As Kathy worked on his face, Cindi spoke in her even controlling voice. "You have proven yourself very open to my commands tonight Bart. I am pleased. So pleased that I am going to accelerate my plans. As I give you instructions, you will acknowledge them with Yes Mistress, understand?" "Yes Mistress." "Good, you are going to thoroughly enjoy your cross dressing experience tonight. So much so, that your cock will not be able to harden unless you are in women's clothing, understand." "Yes Mistress." Kathy let a giggle slip at that command, but immediately went back to work on his make up. She grabbed a brush and began dusting his cheeks with a nice light blush. She topped it all off with some powder to seal everything in, and to take the shine off his nose. She then sat back and listened to her Mistress, waiting for the end to paint his lips. "When we are through tonight, you will go home and fall asleep dressed. You will awaken in the morning not remembering anything that happened tonight. You will think the cross dressing is natural and something you have always longed to do. You will then get dressed and go to work as normal. You will not remember that I am a Domme, or any other details of tonight, save for the instructions I have given you. Do you understand?" "Yes Mistress." Cindi nodded and Kathy took a red pencil and lined his lips. She then filled in the lips with a nice pink lipstick. Next she glued on some pink fingernails. "Stand," Cindi commanded. Bart stood, and Kathy slipped the bra on him, fastened it, and took a box off the dresser. She opened it and slipped a silicone breast form into each cup. "C, a nice cup size to start out with," said Kathy. She then slid the blouse on him, and buttoned it. Next she fastened the garter belt around his waist. "Sit." He sat down; Kathy worked the white stockings up his legs, and fastened them to the suspenders of the garter belt. Next she worked the skirt up his legs to his knees. "Stand," Cindi commanded. He stood and Kathy slid the skirt the rest of the way up, stepped around him, and zipped it up in the back. "Sit." He sat back down; Kathy slid the pumps onto his feet. Cindi left the room as Kathy took a pick and began teasing his hair; she alternated between it, a brush and some hairspray. When she was done, ever she had to admit that he looked pretty. Cindi walked back in carrying a small bucket of ice and complimented Kathy on a job well done, not with words, but with a dazzling smile, and a sparkle in her eyes. Kathy took a couple of cubes of ice and placed them on his left earlobe. After almost a minute, she punched a pin through the skin of his lobe and placed a pearl studded earring in it. She then repeated the process on the right ear. She took a towel and dried off any water that had dripped from the ice. Finally she topped off the ensemble with a pearl choker necklace. "Excellent work my pet!" Cindi exclaimed. She stepped beside Kathy, put her arms around her and gave her a hard passionate kiss. Kathy knew how happy she had made her Mistress that night. Cindi rarely kissed one of her slaves in that fashion. That thought drove Kathy over the edge, with just that kiss, she started convulsing, her body exploding into the fiercest orgasm she had ever experienced. Cindi stood there holding the body of her bucking pet and whispered. "Good girl." As moisture oozed down Kathy's glistening inner thighs, Cindi broke their embrace. "Now after you fuck his virgin ass, your revenge on him will be complete. Then he will join you in my stable of slut slaves." "Yes Mistress, thank you so very much for allowing me this pleasure," Kathy sincerely replied. "Now, let us turn our attention back to our fuck toy." Cindi faced Bart. "When I snap my fingers, you will awaken. You will have no knowledge of this trance, but will remember your instructions, understand?" "Yes Mistress." "Good. Awaken," Cindi commanded as she snapped her fingers. Bart lifted his eyelids. "Silly girl you fell asleep as we were helping you with your make up," Cindi stated. "Sorry Mistress," he replied. "I know you are excited, you may walk over to the mirror and look at yourself." "Thank you Ma'am." Bart stood, walking over to the full- length mirror. The vision that met him there almost made him pass out. "Oh my God is that me?" he exclaimed. Staring back at him was a dazzling sandy haired blonde. She wore white pumps, white stockings, a pink mini skirt, and a white blouse with pink flowers. She was absolutely adorable. Her make up was soft and pretty, her hair framed her face. The gorgeous pearl earrings and necklace completed the image. He had to admit he'd fuck her. Cindi stepped over behind Bart. The two of them, Mistress and slave, looked perfect framed in the mirror. "I must admit, you are going to be prettier than I imagined. But we both know that Bart or even Barty is not a name for such a beautiful creature." "Yes Mistress." "I'm glad you agree, because tonight, Amanda is born." Bart's mouth formed the name, "Amanda." "Good, I like the name Mandi with an I for short, don't you?" "Oh yes Mistress." "Good now what is your name my pet." "Amanda, Mandi Hughes." "Good girl. Now Mandi, be a good girl and go down to the kitchen and get us both a glass of wine." "Yes Mistress," Bart, or Mandi turned and walked out of the room. He was a little unsteady on the heels, but Cindi could tell that he had good balance and with a little work would be a natural in them. She had taught plenty of real women how to properly wear and walk in the highest of heel, surely a man as feminine as Mandi would be no different. Kathy spoke up; "You have outdone yourself Miss Evans. I had no idea he would be that pretty." "I know, I am impressed myself. He is prettier already than most real girls are after their first session with me. We haven't even started any of the hormones yet. I have a good feeling about her. She is beautiful, and her mind is more than open to my suggestions. This is going to be a perfect start to a new era." "Yes Mistress." Mandi returned with two glasses of wine on a tray, she offered the first to Cindi and the second to Kathy. "Good girl," Cindi complimented as she sipped her wine. "Now walk around the room for me, concentrate on taking short steps, place your heel just in front of your toe. Every step you take from now on should be like that, heel toe, heel toe. Good girl." Mandi walked around the room with an innocent sexuality about her. She literally looked like a teenage girl preparing for her first big date. "Good, now practice sitting down and crossing your legs, just like you have seen me do." Mandi walked over to the stool she was transformed on and sat down, crossing her left leg over her right knee. Each time she did this, an uncomfortable look crossed her face. "What's the matter my pet?" Cindi asked. Before Mandi could answer, Kathy blurted out, "It's that big hard cock getting pinched between her legs." Mandi just nodded. "Does it hurt my pet?" "Yes Mistress" "Good, next time we'll do something about that, but for now endure the pain, for it is nothing compared to the pain you brought to Kathy." "Yes Mistress." Mandi continued her walking from stool to stool, taking the time to sit on each one and cross her legs. Kathy and Cindi finished their wine. "That's enough Mandi, you may go sit on the bed sweetie." "Yes Mistress." Mandi obediently sat on the bed. "Now Kathy, be gentle with her, she is all yours." Cindi got walked over to the bed and kissed Mandi on the cheek. "You will treat Kathy with the same respect you have shown me tonight, understand?" "Yes Mistress." "Good girl, I hope you enjoy losing your virginity Mandi." "But I'm not a virgin Mistress," Mandi replied. Cindi smiled wickedly, "Oh but your ass is baby." She turned and kissed Kathy's cheek before leaving the room. Kathy walked to the side of the bed. "I'm going to enjoy being the man to your bitch," she said. "I was going to rape you, but you are way to pretty for that, this is going to be much better. Stand up for me baby." "Yes Miss Kathy." Mandi stood and faced Kathy; it was obvious she was more nervous now that Cindi's strong presence was gone. "HMMM... you look so pretty, I'll try not to mess up that pretty face of yours too much." Kathy put her hands on Mandi's hips and worked her skirt up over her hips. "Now sweetie, drop to your knees and suck my hard rubber cock, just like I did for you." A moments hesitation struck Mandi accompanied by a look of pain, but then a smile of acceptance crossed her lips, and that gleam hit her eye that Kathy had seen on several of Cindi's slaves faces. The beautiful semi-girl dropped to her knees, it was obvious that this was her first time in the female role, and Kathy relished that awkwardness. Kathy sat back on the bed, her "cock" thrusting out from her crotch. "Now kiss it baby." Mandi gently parted her lips and kissed the head of the fake cock. Kathy watched as the kisses started taking the head in. "Good girl, make sure you lick it, I want it very wet and sloppy." Mandi took her lips off and licked the shaft from the fake ball base all the way to the tip. Kathy loved the hungry look on the pretend girl's face. Mandi's insides were on fire, the natural lust of sucking a hard cock driving her to the edge of pleasure. "This little bitch is going to be one hot slut," Kathy thought. Cindi had told her that the feminine attire along with the hypnosis would make him fall naturally into a submissive female sex role, but Kathy never imagined it would be this good. Kathy's pussy was soaking wet, watching her make believe whore lustfully sucking her cock. "Mmm, that's enough baby, stand up for me," Kelly ordered. Mandi stood; Kelly reached out and slid his panties down his legs. His cock leapt out of its prison; it was rock hard and throbbing. "Oooh I want this in me so bad Mandi," as she put her hands on his cock, and gently stroked it. "But Mistress has commanded that this is her toy now, so I'll have to make due with your tight lil ass." Kathy's touch was driving her wild. Mandi had her eyes closed to slits, moaning wildly. "You like sex as a girl don't you baby?" Kathy asked. "Yesss Miss Kathy," Mandi answered, her breath coming more rapidly now. "Crawl up on the bed dear," Kathy ordered as she stood. Mandi climbed up on the bed, her skirt rolled up over her hips, her ass bare, cock sticking down. Kathy pulled the strap on harness down away from her, revealing that the dildo protruding from her crotch was indeed a double-ended dong. The larger end had been the one that Mandi had been sucking on; it looked to be about seven inches. Kathy turned it around, positioning the holder over it, and sliding the saliva slickened side into her stretched wanting pussy lips. "I wish that was your cock sliding in me Mandi," Kathy purred. That left the smaller, six-inch side sticking out to deflower the anal virgin. Mandi looked back at the rubber cock that was going to split her. It glistened with Kathy's cum from her previous explosion. Mandi's loins were on fire, she knew that the fake cock was what she needed to launch into the greatness of an untold orgasm. Kathy climbed onto the bed behind the newly made slut. Mandi was wiggling her ass seductively, falling naturally into her new role. Kathy had her hand on her "cock" pressing it against Mandi's puckered asshole. "Are you ready to be my slut?" Kathy asked. Mandi nodded. "Tell me what you want." "I need you to fuck me Miss Kathy," Mandi cooed. "Good whore." Kathy pierced the waiting bum with the head of her slick hard cock. Mandi let out a loud squeal. It was the first time Kathy had really noticed that Mandi had been using a higher pitched voice with his new dress, instead of the fake sounding bass he always tried to put in his voice. The excitement was overwhelming Kathy. Before she knew it she had buried her pole deep into Mandi. "Nothing lubes a cock like pussy cum," Kathy growled as her animal instincts took over. She worked the fake cock out and all the way back into her newly made lover. She was pumping in and out, tearing that virgin ass wide open as Mandi bucked and screamed for more. Cindi stood in the doorway watching her two sluts fucking like crazy on the bed. She wanted more than anything to join them, but Kathy had earned this. She wished to herself that the clothes were not integral to how Mandi was acting. She wanted so bad to have an unobstructed view of that ass getting worked over, and that cock bouncing against those tight balls. The eyes of both her bitches were glazing over. It had been a stroke of genius for her to have a double dong in Kathy. This would all but wear the young woman out. Cindi had gone a prepared a bed for her down the hall. Normally she blanked out certain portions of her sessions from her slave's minds, but she would allow Kathy to remember all of this for now. Though that might change later. She walked over to the bed, moving Mandi's skirt out of the way. "It would be a shame to stain such a pretty skirt," she commented. Both girls nodded and tried to speak; though Cindi knew the lust had them. All they were doing as moaning and grunting incoherently. Cindi knew they couldn't last much longer; she grabbed Mandi's cock, cupping the head so she could catch all that wonderful cum. As usual her judgment was right on, Kathy's body started convulsing. Cindi knew that the wild strokes from that spasm would send Mandi over the edge. Sure enough she was right, as Kathy wailed in pleasure, Mandi joined her screaming, moaning, and cursing at the top of her lungs. Cindi did her best to catch all of Mandi's cum, but there was more there than she had ever imagined. As the two sluts crashed on the bed, Cindi smiled. "Good girls," she praised. The two breathless whores barely got out, "Thank you Mistress," as they collapsed. Cindi placed her cum filled hand in front of Mandi's mouth. "Eat it," she commanded. Mandi opened her mouth as Cindi dumped in as much of the hot steamy jizz as she could. Mandi swallowed her load with ease and a smile. Cindi placed her palm to her own lips and tasted the salty cream before moving her hand to Kathy's face for a final cleaning. Cindi let the two young lovers lay against each other for a few minutes before she spoke again. "Very good Kathy you are done for the night. I have fixed up the room next to mine; you may go get ready for bed now. Take a nice hot bath, there's a nightie waiting there for you." "Yes Mistress," Kathy replied as she kissed Mandi gently on the lips and got out of bed and left the room. Cindi watched her slave leave the room, then turned to Mandi. "Now then my pet, you are about to receive a pleasure that very few of my male slaves ever achieve. Of course we both know now that you never were a real man, right." "Yes Mistress." While she was out of the room, Cindi had removed the strap on, leaving just the panties underneath her corset. "After watching Kathy fuck you, I decided I needed you girly cock in me tonight," Cindi offered. "Yes Mistress." Cindi stood, and wiggled out of her panties. Mandi stared intently at Cindi's heavenly bare smooth slit. Cindi crawled up on the bed, straddling Mandi's legs at her knees. "I'm going to enjoy this sweetie, I hope you do too, but not too much," Cindi says with a wicked smile, "because I wouldn't want anyone thinking my lil girl was a lesbian." "Yes Mistress." Cindi looked down at Mandi's half deflated cock. She reached her hand out and grabbed her slave's nuts, digging her nails into them. "God you are going to be one hot bitch," Cindi commented. "Yes Mistress" Then Cindi took her right index finger and ran the nail of it up the bottom of Mandi's semi-rigid cock. As the nail traced up the veins, the cock grew hard. "Good slut, see I own this gorgeous cock already." "Yes Mistress." "Now I don't want you getting too excited while I'm fucking you. You will not cum until I say," Cindi commanded. "Yes Ma'am," Mandi replied. "If you get close, look at my pendant, understand?" "Yes Mistress." "Good," Cindi said as she crawled up her pet's body, rising up, and holding her slit just above Mandi's hard throbbing cock. "Are you ready for the best fuck of your life my little whore?" "Yes Miss... ahh" Cindi didn't even wait for an answer; she put her hand on that rigid pole, and immediately impaled herself on it. When it was buried all the way inside her, she let out a primal yell, reaching her hands up and ripping her breasts free of their bindings. "Play with my nipples whore," she commanded. Mandi didn't speak; she couldn't all she could think about was the honor she was receiving from her Goddess. She reached her hands up and cupped and caressed Cindi's breasts. Cindi began working her hips back and forth; her pussy still pressed against the balls of her lover. "That's it, pinch and pull them you nasty slut." Mandi took each nipple between a forefinger and thumb, pinching and twisting them, pulling them out towards her. Mandi tried to thrust her hips up to meet Cindi's. Cindi slapped Mandi hard. "I'm doing the fucking here whore, lay back and take it like the slut you are." "Yes Mistress." Cindi picked up the pace, gyrating her crotch over his cock at an amazing pace, she admitted to herself that if felt good. That girly cock was stretching and touching her in places that pole flesh rarely did. That moment made up her mind. Mandi would keep her cock, and would definitely become a more permanent lover than most of her slaves. She was just about to start adding an up and down motion to her love making when she noticed that Mandi was lost in the depths of the pendant. She took her fingers and raked the nails over the fake girl's blouse as she slowed down the pace. "Good girl, she whispered." Mandi's gaze soon started wondering back over Cindi's tight body. As soon as Mandi's eyes met hers, she lifted her cunt all the way up his pole to its head, and then slammed back down. She continued the wiggling of her hips along with the up and down movement. She knew from prior experience that this drove men nuts, Mandi was no exception. Cindi could tell from the look on her slut's face that she wouldn't last much longer, hypnosis or not. She leaned forward a little, letting that cock find her magical spot. After a few more strokes she was on the edge, "Cum now slut," Cindi screamed. At that moment both of them exploded into a mind numbing orgasm. Cindi bucked and bounced wildly on that cock, milking every drop of cream out of it, feeling her hot juices oozing out. Cindi collapsed and realized that that had been a great orgasm, not her best, but she could tell that Mandi had potential to be her greatest lover. After several minutes of lying across her slave's chest, Cindi rose up, letting the now limp girly cock slide out of her. "That was great baby, I am going to love having you as one of my girls." "Yes Mistress." Cindi helped Mandi straighten up; she fixed her make up and straightened up her outfit. "It's amazing that you didn't get cum all over you tonight." Mandi giggled. "I know, that could have been messy." Cindi absolutely beamed as she led her new sex slave downstairs. Bart had become Mandi easier than she would have thought possible. At the door, Cindi kissed Mandi on the forehead. "Have fun in your new outfit sweetie, and I'll see you at work in the Morning." "Thank you Mistress, see you in the morning," Mandi replied. Cindi had called Mandi a cab. She rode home in silence, sitting in the back seat with her legs crossed, rubbing her nylon-clad leg. Once back home, Mandi got out and paid the cabby, she noticed his bulging pants and smiled knowingly at him. As she was walking up to the door, Bart's neighbor Josh pulled in his own driveway. Josh was a nice enough guy, not too handsome, but not a dog either. He was your typical average American. He was a little overweight and a little messy. Just your regular Joe. He slid out of his old pickup; it was obvious by the way he was staggering that he was more than a little drunk. Mandi was standing on the sidewalk by the street; she was about half way between Josh's house and Bart's. Josh had spotted Mandi, and had walked to the back end of his truck. He was all but staring at her. Its not every night that he comes home from his poker game and has a hot girl in his front yard. Mandi smiled at him, and turned to walk up to Bart's front door. She knew she couldn't just pull out the keys and walk in; Bart Hughes never gives his key out. That fact is well known. She knocked on the door and waited, she knew there would be no answer, but Josh didn't know that. "Heyy hooney," Josh slurred, "he ain't gonna be there." Mandi turned and looked at the comely fellow. "But he told me to meet him here." "Shit baby, he prolly forgot. He's prolly out wit some otha gurl," the drunk replied. "I can't stay out here by myself all night," Mandi stated, batting her eyelashes coyly. "You cud com on o'er here wit me and wait fer him." "I wouldn't want to put out," she giggled, "I mean put you out any." "It's no thang sweetie," he replied. Mandi didn't know why, but she was walking over to Josh's house. Bart had always deemed Josh too pathetic to waste his time with. Josh dreamed of being the man Bart was. His house had a large front porch; a big bush blocked the left side of it pretty well. Josh sat in an old looking wooden chair, over behind the bush. Mandi pulled a chair over beside him, sat down, and crossed her legs toward him. Josh sat there; legs wide open staring at her. This was as close as he had ever been to a sexy woman like Mandi. Mandi smiled, trying to break the awkward tension between them. She was about to say something, but then she noticed his hand was rubbing a big bulge in his pants. Mandi had no idea what came over her. She looked from his crotch to his eyes; her tongue slowly, sexily licked her lips. Before she knew it she was sliding out of her chair, to her knees. Her hands were expertly unzipping his pants, pulling out his hard cock. It looked nice to her, not much bigger than the strap on she had sucked earlier in the night. She started placing small wet kisses on the head, then working her way down his shaft. Next she traced his large love vein from the base to the head with her tongue. Her hand moved to his balls and started massaging them. Her eyes were locked on his, giving him a hungry look as she parted her lips, took him inside her mouth, and slowly worked her way down to the base of his pole. Her eyes broke contact with his, as her head began wildly bobbing up and down his shaft. Her tongue was flicking the underside of his manhood as she gave him the blowjob of his life. Josh quickly forgot where he was and started moaning and grunting loudly. Mandi continued to work his cock over, getting more and more into the moment. She realized she wanted, no make that needed to taste his cum. Mandi's lips worked over his rigid pole, from near the base to the head. Every other time she raised up to the tip, she would shake her head from side to side, tickling the rim of his cock like he had never had before. Josh had his hand on her head, guiding her up and down his shaft. Josh didn't last too long. Mandi was taking him to places his wife never had. This was the best blow he had ever had. "Oh fuck yeah," he yelled as his precum started filing her mouth. Mandi didn't ease up, she continued sucking her neighbor's rod as he began to twitch and finally exploded into her mouth. She pulled her lips back to his head, letting his cock empty of its salty contents. She swallowed his load as she stood, her lipstick smeared badly, she turned and walked away. Josh sat there with his pants around his knees as his wife walked out, and started yelling at him. Satisfied with what she had done, Mandi walked to Bart's front door. Josh and his wife were too busy fighting to notice her pull out the keys and go in. Mandi went to her room, kicked off her pumps, and lay back on the bed and went to sleep happy as can be. The next morning Bart awoke to a strange feeling. He had a foul salty taste in his mouth, his asshole was sore, and he was wearing women's clothes. His mind raced to try and remember what happened last night, but it was like the memory that he was searching for was just out of reach. He glanced over at the clock and noticed that he was over an hour late for work. He jumped out of bed, took his clothes off and neatly folded them up, and stepped into the bathroom. First, he painfully pried the glued on fingernails off. Then he stepped into the shower. After a nice long shower of which he spent half the time scrubbing his face, and the other half carefully washing his hair like Miss Evans had instructed him to weeks ago. He stepped out of the shower wiped off the mirror, and looked closely at his face. His skin was baby