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Author's Name: Lee Anne Montgomery ([email protected]) Story Title: Woman Partner (Chapter 7, Night on the Town) This work is copyrighted to the author © 2003. Please do not remove the author information or make any changes to this story. You may post freely to non-commercial "free" sites, or in the "free" area of commercial sites. Thank you for your consideration. I look forward to, and hope that I receive, your feedback. Enjoy! ************************************************************************ This story is currently twenty-six chapters long. The author suggests reading previous chapters before proceeding. Chapter Seven - Night on the Town On the morning following the pajama party, I awoke in a daze. On one level, I was fully aware of where I was. On another level, I was dazed and confused. I tried to think back upon the previous night to assure myself that what I thought happened wasn't actually some crazy dream. If it wasn't a wild fictional ride, I'd engaged in sex the past two nights that didn't come close to any previous experiences I'd had. As I lay there gathering my thoughts, and reflecting upon what had transpired last night, I realized that I did not feel anyone lying next to me. Except for the bra filled with breast forms that I wore, I was naked. I remembered that Regina Rae gave them to me, so it must not have been a dream. I also still wore the long brown wig she had fitted me with. As I became more aware of what was going on I realized that the bed was moving. Turning over, I saw a sight that I would not have believed possible were it not for the events of the night before. I now knew for certain that I was awake - not dreaming. Lying on her back, legs splayed wide, was my beautiful wife. Kneeling over her, on either side, were Carla and Regina Rae, each sucking one of Debbie's breasts. Candy straddled my wife, sitting high in her saddle, her hard cock penetrating Debbie's pussy. My wife's face was contorted into an expression of intense pleasure. I silently watched these sex-crazed girls make love to my wife. Debbie was moaning and groaning beyond anything I'd ever heard when we had sex. Watching this erotic sexual overload that my wife was experiencing, my own cock began to swell. Debbie softly encouraged the other girls. "Fuck me Candy! Fuck me! Oh God! I love your clitty. Suck me Carla! Suck me Regina Rae! Yes! Yes! I want more, more more!!" As she pleaded with her new girlfriends to fuck and suck her, Debbie's head turned toward me. She caught me watching and noticed that I was massaging my own plump sausage. She smiled at me as if to say, 'You can't believe how good I feel right now.' She invited me to join in. "Come to me Lee Anne. I want you too. Fill my mouth. I want to suck your clitty," she urged me. I did not need to be asked twice. Rising to my knees, I positioned my cock over Debbie's mouth, facing Candy, who was fucking Debbie in long, deliberate strokes, pistoning in and out of her love nest. Debbie eagerly swallowed my engorged, stiff dick down her throat. I caught Candy's eye as she rammed Debbie's cunt while I fucked her mouth. She leaned close to me and we began making out. I grabbed Candy's huge breasts and caressed them. Her tits felt so good. I wondered what she had to do to get them. I did not in the slightest think of her as a man, though she was obviously genetically male. As far as I was concerned, Candy was all girl. As I pondered Candy's transformation to a she-male, Debbie moaned, grunted, slurped and groaned. This was unbelievable! It was actually happening alright - I just couldn't believe it. Debbie was sucking my dick like she'd never sucked it before. I realized that I was about to have an orgasm. Debbie had never swallowed my sperm before and I wondered if she planned to do so this morning. I blurted out, "I'm going to cum honey! Do you want it?" Because her mouth was stuffed full of my meat, Debbie couldn't speak. But she nodded her head vigorously, urgently indicating, 'Yes!' Unable to hold out any longer, I groaned, "Here I go." Just as I shot my first load, Candy must have begun spewing semen inside of Debbie's pussy. Candy thrust down aggressively, driving her cock deep inside of Debbie. Debbie kind of mumbled something that sounded like, "Oh! Oh! Oh!" as her entire body tensed and convulsed while she absorbed our double shot of love. I continued pulsating a stream of salty sperm into Debbie's mouth. Debbie bucked frantically toward Candy, coaxing Candy's rigid pole as far inside of her cunt-hole as possible. During this incredible triple orgasm, Regina Rae and Carla had their mouths full of Debbie's tits, frantically sucking them. Before I finished spewing my full load, Regina Rae grabbed the base of my dick and yanked it out of Debbie's mouth. Debbie screamed, "Noooo! Give it baaack!" Regina Rae had a different thought though. Aiming my spasming dick toward Debbie's boobs, she jacked me off, spraying semen all over Debbie's nipples. A huge load of cum was now drooling down my wife's firm, milky white mounds. I was amazed that I had this much sperm inside of me. After emptying my wad onto Debbie's tits, Regina Rae stuck my now softening cock back into Debbie's mouth. Like a starving whore, Debbie began hungrily sucking me again, trying to swallow as much of my remaining seed as she could. It seems that, overnight, my wife had become a cum-whore. Meanwhile, Regina Rae and Carla resumed sucking and licking Debbie's nipples, cleaning my cream off of her tits like thirsty kittens drinking spilt milk. Candy had slowed her fucking and now gently rocked inside of Debbie's slick, wet pussy. We remained in our respective positions for a while longer until Regina Rae and Carla had completely cleaned Debbie's breasts. Debbie finally let my dick slip from between her lips. Candy rolled off of Debbie. A thick strand of sperm stretched from my wife's cunt to Candy's cock. Debbie's pubic mound was coated with the thick, creamy gel from Candy's cock. Candy had obviously deposited a huge amount of semen inside of Debbie. Sexually spent, we lay together in a heap of sweat and sex. Regina Rae spoke first. "Your wife is amazing Lee Anne! She is such a sex fiend! I want you girls to do that to me next." Carla agreed. "No kidding! I almost couldn't hold on to your nipple Debbie, the way you were grinding your cunt into Candy." Debbie was in a daze. She'd never experienced anything like that before. She obviously thoroughly enjoyed the entire event. As she lay on her back, all of us snuggling close to her, she sighed, "Oh - my - God! That was the most amazing experience of my life. I want everyone to know how that felt - later," she laughed. Debbie looked into my eyes and said softly and sweetly, "Thank you so much honey for being such a good sport. I think you kind of like being a girl. Don't you?" she asked. I had to be honest. I was enjoying the fantasy role. I admitted to her that I had never experienced anything quite like the past several hours. As she savored her sexual hat trick, Debbie asked me if I would do just one more thing for her. As I was in a pleasing mood, I readily agreed, asking what she desired. Placing her hand on my head, she directed me toward her crotch. I realized right away what she was indicating. She wanted me to lick her cunt clean. I was about to taste Candy's cum again. I was surprised that I had no hesitation. I wanted to eat Debbie out. I really was a cum slut. I didn't even care if the other girls thought I was the worst kind of cum-slut. I began slowly, licking the streams and globs of semen that was caked in Debbie's thick, auburn forest. I moaned, "Mmmmm. You taste good honey," I sighed. Snaking my tongue inside of her nest, the thick, bittersweet gel coated my tongue. As I licked her snatch, another mouth joined mine, competing against my effort to swallow the juices drooling from Debbie's sperm receptacle. It was Carla. My secretary and I were soon working together as we each licked, slurped and sucked Candy's sweet cream out of Debbie. Debbie began lifting her pelvis toward our mouths as we increased our cleansing. Debbie began moaning loudly, "Oh God! I can't believe this! I am having such an orgasm! Suck me! Suck me clean you fucking sluts! I can't believe what cum-lickers you bitches are!" Debbie bucked against us as Carla and I passionately sucked her. We were fighting to see who could extract the most cum. After a few minutes of intense and continuous orgasm, Debbie stopped moving, all of her sexual energy spent. I could taste her cum mixed in with Candy's. The combined taste was bitter. Her excretion was pungent and hung heavy in the air. When Carla and I stopped licking Debbie, Carla pulled my mouth to hers and began making out with me. We licked the smeared semen and love juice off of each other as our tongues filled each other's mouths. We then, once again, fell in a mound with the other girls lying naked on Regina Rae's bed. I lost track of how long our morning sex lasted. My tummy was growling when Regina Rae commented that she was starving, urging us to get up and get moving. A combined groan responded to the idea of getting up. Candy was the only one who did not protest. Complying immediately with Regina Rae's order, Candy was the first to leave our bed. I was disappointed to see her leave. She clearly knew her place in Regina Rae's house though. She was Regina Rae's maid. She harbored no illusions that she would, beyond her brief foray in our love bed last night, be included further in any way other than as a servant. It would, however, be difficult for me to think of her as 'just the maid' anymore. Efficiently gathering her clothes that lay scattered on the floor where I'd left them after undressing her the night before, she quietly, her spent cock swinging free, slipped out of the bedroom. I guessed that she would be preparing breakfast for Regina Rae and her guests. The rest of us lay in each other's arms a while longer. I couldn't remember the last time that I felt so relaxed. As we snuggled in bed, we laughed and giggled about everything that had transpired over the last twelve hours. The others complimented me on what a fantastic lover I was and told me that I made an excellent girl. They especially loved my "special equipment". I was informed that Debbie and I were not going to be allowed to go home for the rest of the weekend. Regina Rae decided we were having way too much fun for the party to end just yet. As we lie in bed that Saturday morning, it was decided that I was going to continue my masquerade as a girl for the remainder of the weekend. By then I'd surrendered entirely to these lovely sirens. I offered no objection. Regina Rae told Debbie and me that we could share the bathroom in the guest room across the hall. She and Carla would shower together in her bathroom. She told us not to worry about clothes - she would pick out some of her clothes for us to wear and lay them out for us on the guest bed. Debbie and I went together to the guest room and ran the water in the spacious glass shower. Entering the shower together, we hugged as the soothing hot water rushed down our bodies. I had removed my wig, bra and breast forms, resuming my male persona. I was puzzled as to why I felt somewhat incomplete standing next to my wife in the shower. How was I supposed to act toward her after what we'd done? Debbie answered my unspoken questions. She softly kissed me. When we parted she told me how much fun she was having this weekend. She loved the electricity that coursed throughout her body whenever Carla or Regina Rae touched her. She also commented upon what an incredible fuck Candy was and that she was really turned on by seeing me so utterly entrenched in the role of a woman. She wanted to know if I had enjoyed sucking Candy's dick as much as it appeared that I had. I admitted to her that it was one of the most exhilarating sex acts I'd ever performed. Strangely, I felt comfortable talking openly to Debbie about what I'd done. She confided to me that she had an orgasm herself simply from watching me suck Candy off and that was why she had wanted to suck my dick earlier in the morning. She told me that she hoped that I would do it again if the opportunity presented itself. I readily agreed that I would love to suck Candy again. Debbie candidly explained to me that she wasn't only talking about Candy, but other cocks as well. She got so turned on watching me suck cocks that she wanted me to make it a routine part of our sexual experience. This part of the conversation concerned me. I wasn't sure if she meant that she wanted to invite other guys to bed with us. I figured that this weekend would be the end of our fantasy roles. Not sure how to reply, I simply told her that if she wanted me to continue to experience the feeling I experienced the night before, I wasn't going to refuse. I lost track of how long we stayed in the shower, kissing and talking. We heard Regina Rae calling our names, telling us to hurry up because breakfast was being served beside the pool. We quickly exited the shower, drying each other off with the fluffy towels hanging by the vanity. As Debbie helped to dry me off she asked, "Honey?" "Yes?" I replied. "When I sucked you off this morning I noticed a pleasant scent at the base of your cock. What was that?" I smiled. She noticed it too. "It was Chanel No. 19. Why? Did you like it?" "Mmmm. Yes. I did. Where did you get it?" "Candy put it on me after she shaved me last night. It belongs to Regina Rae." "Ahh," she sighed. "I recognize it now. That's her regular perfume. How would you like to wear some of mine today?" she asked. "Sure," I answered. "That might be nice." "We'll each wear some," she said. Reaching into her purse, she withdrew a small bottle of her perfume - Gucci 'Envy Me'. She sprayed a dash just above my cock. She handed me the bottle and told me to spray some on her. I shot a dash just at the top of her fluffy bush. I then sprayed a shot between her breasts and touched the moist fragrance and dabbed it just behind her ears. "Oh!" she exclaimed. "Good idea honey! Here, let me do you." I handed her the bottle and she put some between my breasts and behind my ears. We then went into the bedroom to get dressed. Upon entering the bedroom we found our attire for the day. Apparently, we were going to spend the day relaxing and tanning by the pool. We had no difficulty deciding who would wear which bathing suit. There was a pink one piece with a bottom that tied in bows at the waist, appearing as a bikini bottom from behind, with a full cup, halter-top that I was certain was meant for me. Debbie helped me into my suit, inserting my silicone forms to complete the look. There was a short-waist pink jacket cover-up on the bed as well. Calling it a "cover-up" was an oxymoron. Its sole purpose was to look sexy. For Debbie, Regina Rae had laid out a bikini made of a white crochet material. When Debbie pulled on the bra top her nipples and areola were clearly visible. A matching mini-skirt was worn over her bikini bottoms, through which her dark auburn mound was outlined nicely. I was thankful that it was going to be just us girls today. I'd have hated for other men to be able to leer at my slutty looking wife. We each had a pair of sandals with three-inch Once dressed, Debbie took me into Regina Rae's dressing room to help me with my makeup. "I won't be able to do your makeup forever Lee Anne," she advised. "Soon, you are going to need to learn how to apply it yourself. So pay close attention to what I do so that you'll know how to make yourself pretty," she lectured me as she moved expertly through Regina Rae's makeup counter. She made it sound as though I was going to be dressing like a woman all of the time. I was still operating on the assumption that this was a one-time weekend excursion. But I didn't question her. I was caught up in the moment as she applied the various touches to my face that would make me look feminine. When she finished, I was impressed that she had made me look pretty, but not dark and sultry as Regina Rae had the previous evening. It was amazing what you could do with different shades and applications of make-up. She positioned my wig onto my head again and clipped it to my hair with pins to prevent it from falling off. She styled the wig with a specially designed brush. She explained that I was wearing a high quality wig that could actually be worn swimming if the notion should cross my mind. Debbie stepped back and looked me over. "You are truly a beautiful woman Lee Anne. I love you this way. Right now, honey," she said, "I am so turned on by how you look that I almost want to jump your bones. But we better go to breakfast. We don't want to keep Regina Rae waiting. Come on. Let's show everyone how pretty you are." Candy was in the kitchen pouring coffee into china cups arranged on a tray along with sweet rolls and croissants. Dressed in a sexy French maid's uniform, she minced around the kitchen in her spike heels like it was as natural as walking barefoot. I could barely walk in the three-inch heels I wore. "Good morning Mrs. Montgomery," she smiled as she addressed Debbie. "Good morning Ms. Montgomery," she said to me. "You each look very pretty and sexy in your swimsuits. Pink is definitely your color Ms. Montgomery," she complimented me. We each thanked her. I noticed Candy's gaze aimed at my crotch and wondered if she was thinking of the sex that we'd enjoyed together. Without speaking, she walked toward me, took my hand, and led me into the next room, leaving Debbie alone in the kitchen. I wondered what she was up to. When we were out of sight of Debbie, Candy untied my top and pulled my suit down. 'My God!' I thought. Was she going to blow me right there?!' I couldn't have been more wrong about her intentions. Sex was not on her mind. She made me spread my legs, grabbed my cock, and then forced it down between my thighs and pushed it tight up toward my ass crack. She then pulled my suit back up, holding my cock tightly in place, and retied it. She then carefully replaced my breast forms in my bra cups. "There!" she said with approval. "No one can see your big clitty in the front of your suit now Ms. Montgomery. Girls like us always have to take special care to hide our bulges until they are needed," she instructed me. The pressure of my cock tucked firmly between my thighs was uncomfortable, but I had to admit that my suit looked better. "Thank you Candy," I said. I leaned forward to kiss her as a gesture of appreciation, but she put her hand up. "Sorry Ms. Montgomery. I can only engage in intimacies with other girls with the approval of my Mistress." "Oh!" I replied. "I apologize Candy. I didn't realize." 'Wow!' I thought. 'Regina Rae really has something special in Candy.' Returning to the kitchen I found that Debbie had already gone out to the patio with Regina Rae and Carla. I walked out to join them. Regina Rae was wearing a high-cut one-piece suit with a halter tie. The pattern on the suit was snakeskin and glistened as if it were wet. Draped over her shoulder was a sheer tan shawl. As sexy as Debbie and Regina Rae looked though, Carla was stealing the show today. 'Boy! Had I misjudged my secretary!' She wore spiked, black strappy heels. Her thong bottom consisted of a shiny, black nylon triangle patch held up with ties at either side. From behind you could barely tell she even had a bottom on. She wore no bra top at all. Her luscious breasts hung heavily upon her chest. The only covering she wore was a see-through, black georgette cover that hung loosely over her large boobs. All three watched me as I approached. Regina Rae whistled. Carla said, "Hello beautiful!" Debbie simply smiled. "I see Candy has instructed you on concealing your special equipment Lee Anne. Very nice," Regina Rae approved. "Isn't it a marvelous day girls?!" she exclaimed. "Let's relax in the shade while we eat. Then we'll do some serious tanning." Candy appeared with a tray and served us. She then curtsied and went back into the kitchen as we gawked lustily after her. "Isn't she wonderful girls?" Regina Rae declared. "Such an excellent servant! As well as an extremely cute and sexy girl to admire. And a delicious cock - for the times when you just have to have one!" She broke into an uncontrollable laugh and we all joined her. "Kind of like Lee Anne now," added Carla, eyeing me with a look that said, 'Things will be different from now on.' Debbie and Regina Rae agreed enthusiastically. As strange as everything that had happened was, I was unbelievably comfortable with these women. I really was enjoying my little masquerade. I found myself thinking thoughts from a feminine perspective. I couldn't explain it, but it was like this girl had always been inside of me and simply needed someone to let her out. I had some anxious thoughts about what it would be like at work on Monday with Carla. Or, how Regina Rae would treat me during our next meeting on her case. If I thought she was a wolf before, I couldn't imagine how she would tease and toy with me now. And then there was Debbie. Was she going to expect me to dress up like a woman at home? Would she be less jealous of Carla and Regina Rae? Or, would she be more jealous? I mean, before we stepped over this line, I would never have submitted to any of their advances so long as Debbie continued to make me wear panties. Now, there was nothing to prevent me from getting intimate with either of them, as there were no more secrets between us, especially after last night. I wondered if I would even trust me now. I didn't know the answer to these questions, but I finally decided I shouldn't worry about it for now. Only time would tell. After breakfast we moved to lounge chairs, sunning ourselves by the pool. Debbie removed her top to avoid developing tan lines on her breasts. Regina Rae took her suit off completely. As I'd suspected the night before, Regina Rae tanned in the nude. Candy brought us mimosas throughout the day, curtsying each time she served us. Each time we would all enjoy the view as she swayed her hips from side to side when she walked away. I'm quite confident that she knew precisely what she was doing. When we would get too warm, we'd ease into the water to cool off. None of us wanted to one get our hair wet, though, so nobody swam. As the lazy afternoon progressed, conversation turned to the evening. Carla really wanted to go out dancing. I was extremely uncomfortable with that idea. I wondered if she meant with me dressed as Lee Anne. I was feared that she did, in fact, mean exactly that. And I was worried. Unfortunately for me, Regina Rae and Debbie liked Carla's idea. Without much discussion after that, and without even asking how I felt, they agreed that we would all get dolled up and go out on the town. Once it was decided that we were going dancing, all of my thoughts were directed at this single question - 'How could I go out in public dressed as a woman?' It was one thing to be in the private company of these women who all knew I was really a man and accepted me anyway. It was another thing entirely to go out in public where others might recognize me for what I really was right away. Regina Rae must have sensed my growing anxiety. "Don't worry Lee Anne," she consoled me. "We wouldn't dream of putting you in a situation that you couldn't handle. First off, the club we are going to is fairly dark, so no one will be able to see you that well. Second, you are a fox girl! No one will know that you are not a woman. In fact, I bet you'll be pleasantly surprised at the reaction you receive from the men in the club. You might even get picked up," she teased. Regina Rae's reassurances notwithstanding, I wasn't convinced. But I understood that nothing I did or said was going to stop it from happening. I simply nodded my acquiescence, kept my reservations to myself, and tried to think of something else - like Candy's cock in my mouth. I missed it. Three times in two days my mouth had been filled with sperm. First, my own, and then, Candy's twice. I was craving cum and wondered if tonight I might be given another opportunity to suck Candy off. I hoped so. "We better go get ready girls," Regina Rae exhorted us to action. "I have tons of clothes you girls can choose from. Let's go raid my closet. The theme for tonight is 'Sluts'!" As we got involved in choosing our clothes for the evening, I quit worrying momentarily about going out dressed as a woman. We had a lot of fun choosing our outfits. Regina Rae and Carla were talking dirty, putting us in a slutty mood. They even talked about getting picked up by some guys and getting fucked really hard. I'm surprised that as horny as we were making each other that we didn't jump in the bed before we left for the club. I know that I wouldn't have refused. We spent about two hours getting ready, everyone fussing over hair and makeup until it was perfect. As with the night before, all three women helped me with my face and wig. Since we planned on partying, we took a cab to the club. It was in the heart of the most erotic section of San Francisco, where anything goes. I took some comfort in the fact that I wouldn't be the only guy dressed in drag in this part of the city. Regina Rae was right about the looks we received. When the four of us sashayed into the dark, smoky bar, nearly every male head in the joint turned toward us. And from their perspective, I could understand why. We were a hot foursome and looked like we were ready for action. Staying with the weekend's motif for me, my color was pink. My dress was an ultra-feminine pink lace surplice bodice with spaghetti straps. The skirt part of the dress was a drop waist pink satin with a built in crinoline slip that gave it a flirty bounce. I wore pearls around my neck, pearl studs clipped on my ears, and four-inch black pumps, with a black leather purse. I chose the skirt dress for two reasons. One, the flirty skirt would help conceal any bulge that I might have. And second, I loved it! Beneath the outfit I wore a pink, full-cup, strapless bra to hold my breast forms in place, a pink garter trimmed in black lace to hold up my sheer black stockings, and pink lace French cut panties. I felt as pretty as the looks on the faces of the men in the bar indicated I was. Debbie looked fantastic as well. Ever since I began wearing panties for her, Debbie seemed to have a hotter attitude. As the weekend wore on she grew bolder. It was as though she had this wild side pent up within her for so long that she was galloping away with its' discovery. She wore a sexy black lace dress with a scalloped neck and long sleeves that flared at the wrists. Beneath the dress she wore a black, half-cami bra and black, boy leg panties that had garter straps connected to the leg openings. Fishnet stockings highlighted her sexy stems. She capped her outfit off with a pair of black five-inch stiletto heel sandals with open toes and ankle straps that wrapped several inches up her ankles. She wore dangling diamond earrings. She may have been the classiest looking one of the group, but with the black cami and boy leg panties showing through the lack lace of her dress, she may as well have worn a sign reading, "Fuck me!" In other words, she looked whorish. Regina Rae also wore black. Her dress was a leather mini-dress with cap sleeves, a stretch lace front and leather back with a leather skirt. She wore an invisible strap, satin-smooth, black push up bra that could be seen beneath the stretch lace of her dress, leaving nothing to the imagination in regard to the size of her generous breasts. Regina Rae wore no stockings or hose and, although the others in the bar might not have known by looking at her, we knew that she wore no panties. Her ensemble was completed with knee-high black leather boots with four-inch heels and pointed toes. Carla was our accent. While I wore pink and Debbie and Regina Rae went with basic black, Carla chose red - again. And in contrast to all of us with our dark hair and the colors we wore, her simple red mini-dress stood out. The shimmery fabric dress with spaghetti straps had a draped bust and chain back. The hemline stopped at the top of her thighs. Carla's breasts nearly burst out of the top of the dress. Around her neck was a gold necklace with a ruby heart pendant dangling in the valley of her boobs. She wore nude stockings attached to a red lace garter belt, but no panties. There was a very good chance that some lucky guy was going to get a good look at Carla's blonde bush before the evening concluded. Carla's feet were encased in a pair of five-inch, red stiletto heels with straps that wrapped at least eight inches up her calves. She was one tough looking bitch. As I said, we were a hot looking group of girls. Needless to say, we didn't need any money when we reached the bar. As soon as we sat down, the bartender asked us what we wanted. When he brought us our drinks he motioned to a group of cute guys at the other end as our benefactors. We raised our glasses in thanks to the guys and then giggled at how easy it was to get free drinks. Taking me under her wing, Regina Rae explained to me that I should be prepared for one of the guys to come on to me. She also told me that, just because I looked like a slut, didn't mean that I had to act like one - unless I wanted to, she added with a smile and a wink. Continuing, she instructed me that it would be rude to refuse to dance if asked, now that I'd accepted a drink. For a while, the guys did not approach us. Carla dragged Regina Rae onto the dance floor when a fast song was played and they were really getting down together. Their body language and facial expressions suggested that they wanted each other. After watching Regina Rae and Carla dance a few songs together, Debbie decided that she wanted to dance and pulled me out into the middle of the sea of bodies. I was a little unsteady at first dancing in heels, but soon got into the groove and began moving and swaying in the sexy way girls do. I loved the way my flirty skirt whirled as I spun around. We were having a great time. Eventually, the guys who bought us drinks got up their courage and asked us to dance. We were happy to oblige them. It was so noisy that we couldn't really talk, so I got by with simply smiling at the cute blonde guy I was dancing with. We must have danced for an hour before we took a break. Debbie found us a table in the corner. We thanked our dance partners and left them to be by ourselves. We collapsed into our chairs and were all moaning and complaining about how our feet hurt from dancing in high heels. Regina Rae philosophized that such was the lot of women who had to look sexy. Heels were part of the package. We ordered more drinks and chatted about the different guys with whom we had danced. Since none of us were looking to be picked up, we were all thankful that none of our encounters led to anyone pressing us for more. I was especially relieved. Although I had enjoyed the attention paid to me while dancing, I was completely uncomfortable with how I'd react if my partner had tried to do anything more than dance. What happened next was something I don't think any of us could have anticipated. We were laughing and carrying on when a tall, handsome guy approached our table, acting like he knew who we were. At first, I didn't recognize him. But the look on Regina Rae's face revealed that she knew who he was. "Hi Regina Rae," the man offered. "Out on the town with your girlfriends?" he sneered. "I see you're still with your special lover!" 'Oh shit!' It hit me. It was Chad! And here I was dressed up like a woman, out dancing with my client, the woman who I represented in his divorce suit. I immediately worried that he might recognize me later during the trial, if things went that far. I couldn't believe I'd been this reckless. 'Still with her special lover?' I thought. What did he mean by that? Who was he talking about? Had Regina Rae and Carla known each other longer than I realized? Was Carla the lover Regina Rae told me Chad had walked in on in their bedroom? When she told me about what happened, I had assumed that she was talking about a guy. But, come to think of it, she'd never said what gender her lover was. And I now knew that she was attracted to men and women. My mind was flooded with confusing thoughts about Regina Rae and Carla, and whether Chad would recognize me later when he saw me as a man. I wanted to get out of the bar. And in a hurry! Even Regina Rae looked stunned to see him initially. She recovered her wits quickly. Ignoring his reference to her lover, she said sweetly, "Hi Chad! How are you honey? You look great! Let me introduce you to my friends," and she went around the table introducing us by first name only, putting no particular emphasis on any one of us. I was relieved when she didn't use last names, lest he put two and two together later when we had contact during the case. "So, what brings you here?" she asked, trying to ease the obvious tension. "Just hanging out Regina Rae," he replied. "Havin' a few beers. Checkin' out the babes. Just like you," he snapped. 'Wow! What a dig!' "You ladies are all looking quite lovely tonight," he complimented us. "Mind if I join you for a drink? I'm buying." 'Please say no Regina Rae!' I urgently thought. I wished he would just move on, but it looked like he had no plans to do that. "I suppose you can join us for a drink Chad," Regina Rae relented. "Do you mind girls?" she asked us, as if we could refuse. None of us bold enough to rebuke Chad, we politely shook our heads and said it was fine with us. What else were we going to say? 'Beat it?' Not likely. Chad grabbed a chair from the next table and joined us. He and Regina Rae had a slightly uncomfortable exchange about what they had each been up to since the split-up. Chad kept glancing over at Debbie and, when he did, she would avert her eyes, like she didn't want to meet his stare. After a few minutes of shooting the breeze, Chad asked Regina Rae if she would like to dance. She paused, as she thought it over, and then said, "Chad dear. I don't think that would be such a good idea with things the way they are between us right now. Do you?" "Sure. Okay," he said, accepting her rejection. Then, without skipping a beat he turned to me and said, "How about you cutie? You haven't said much. Would you like to dance with me?" I was caught so off guard that I didn't know what to say. I was afraid to speak, lest my voice give me away. I stammered, "Ah, ah..." I couldn't think of an excuse. While I hesitated, Regina Rae stepped in, "Go on Lee Anne. Chad's a good dancer. You'll enjoy it. When you're done we'll head home." What was she doing to me? What was I going to do now? Chad extended his hand to take mine. I was screwed! I glared at Regina Rae as I placed my hand inside of Chad's large, strong hand. We walked to the dance floor and just as we got there the music stopped. It was that awkward moment when you stand there between dances. Then the worst of all luck happened. The next song played was a slow dance. What could I do? It would be rude for me to walk away. Chad took charge. He grasped my hands and pulled me toward him. As we began moving around the floor, I could sense his athletic grace. 'God!' I thought, momentarily forgetting my near panic at dancing with my client's husband, 'I'm dancing with a guy who would have probably won the Heisman trophy if he had not gotten hurt.' I knew that Debbie, Carla and Regina Rae were watching this. I wondered what they were thinking. I bet they were having a grand time laughing at me in this predicament. I was going to kill Regina Rae later I vowed to myself. Chad pulled my body closer to his. I was thankful that I wore a dress that had a slip and was fluffed out, preventing him from possibly feeling my bulge. I don't know at what point it happened, but at some point I felt myself melting into his strong grasp. I laid my head on his shoulder and he tipped his down to mine. For the first time since I began my fem charade, I felt like a woman in the arms of a big, strong man. When the music ended I was sorry that we couldn't do it again. But I knew that would send the wrong message. I looked at him and whispered in my best girl voice, "Thank you," and turned to head back to our table. I couldn't believe it when he followed me. "Er, Lee Anne," he asked, catching me before I reached our table. "I know this may seem forward and all. But it looks like things are over with Regina Rae and me. She has obviously moved on," he said as he glanced toward the others. "Could I maybe get your number and call you sometime?" he solicited. 'Oh Christ! My client's husband is hitting on me!' I didn't know what to say. As was occurring with more and more frequency, I was without words. We were nearly to our table when Regina Rae broke in, this time, I hoped, to my rescue. "Lee Anne," she said. "Would you mind walking with me to the little girls' room?" Ah! Relief! "Sure," I replied gratefully. I said, "Excuse me," to Chad and hurried away. Debbie and Carla stayed behind, with Chad re-joining them at our table. When we got to the bathroom I turned to Regina Rae and exclaimed, "What am I going to do Regina Rae? Your husband is hitting on me? I am the lawyer opposing his divorce suit against you!" I was furious. "Calm down Lee Anne. Calm down," she soothed me. "Everything is going to be fine. Listen. I just had an idea while I watched you dancing with Chad. But I need your help. Are you game?" Oh no! I had come to learn what that tone in Regina Rae's voice meant. Something outrageous was about to be suggested. "I don't know," I hesitated. But, curious as to what she had up her sleeve, I asked, "What do you have in mind?" "This might be the opportunity of a lifetime for us to get an edge in my case," she went on excitedly. I immediately didn't like where this was going. "Let me explain," she urged, preventing me from interrupting her. "Chad is obviously attracted to you Lee Anne. He thinks that you are a beautiful woman. He has no idea that you are a guy. And there is something about Chad that I think we can turn to our advantage. Like most jocks, he is extremely homophobic. What if we invite him to come home with us and you come on to him and suck his cock..." I cut her off right there. "Are you nuts!" I nearly screamed. "You want me to suck your husband's dick? To what end?" I was outraged that she would suggest such a thing. "Wait Lee Anne! Wait!" she went on, trying to calm me down. "Hear me out on this. It's perfect. Look. Let's not kid ourselves honey. I saw you sucking Candy's cock last night. You loved it! And you want to do it more. So, the part about sucking Chad's dick can't really be a negative. And remember what I told you about him Lee Anne. He has a monstrous piece of meat between his legs. You will love sucking him off. I might even get jealous. And while you're doing it, he won't realize you are a guy. After you suck him off, you can flirt with him and ask if he would like to return the favor, suggesting that he fuck you or lick your pussy, which, of course, you do not have. He will surely agree to that after you've just sucked his dick and gotten him all horny. When you strip naked in front of him and remove your panties, he will realize that a guy has just given him a blowjob. He'll be repulsed that he let that happen, even if it might have been understandable, since you make such a convincing woman." "Right!" I shot back at her. "Then he'll kick my ass! No thanks. It's out of the question! I won't do it." "No. No. Listen," she insisted, never taking 'no' for an answer. "That's where I'll come in. While you seduce him and suck him off, I'll be watching on a monitor I have in another room. I have video cameras in my bedroom and I'll be taping the entire episode. Once I have it on tape of you sucking him off, and then him discovering that you have a penis, I'll come in and confront him with what has happened. He'll be petrified that word would leak out that he had sex with a guy and we can use that to get him to accept our settlement offer. Please Lee Anne?" she begged. "I just know this will work!" I couldn't believe I was doing it, but I was analyzing what she said. The scheme had some merit to it. The random thought also crossed my mind that perhaps she had videotaped last night's activities. 'Why did she have a video camera in her bedroom?' I'd have to ask her about that later. As I continued thinking through her ridiculous suggestion, I remembered Chad's earlier comment about the lover he had caught her with. I decided to confront her and ask what he meant by the remark. Regina Rae hesitated a second, then cautiously continued. "You have to absolutely promise that you won't go ballistic on me if I tell you Lee Anne. Otherwise, just forget it. Because you will be mad when I first tell you about it. But I promise that it wasn't her fault and you should forgive her for what happened." "Forgive who?" I asked. "What are you talking about Regina Rae?" "First, you have to promise to stay calm." I hesitated. "Promise," she demanded. 'What could be this bad I wondered? It had to be Carla.' She must think I'd fire Carla if I found out that they were having an affair. I would be able to forgive Carla that. After all, it is her life. So I said, "Okay. I promise. Now tell me what Chad meant." "Alright," she went on as though she was still not sure she should tell me. "I know I didn't tell you this when I told you about the day Chad came home to collect his things and walked in on me and my lover, but it was a woman that he found me with. I was intentionally cryptic with you so that you would just assume that it was a man. That way I didn't have to lie to you. But that is the reason I just have to keep the whole divorce thing quiet Lee Anne. My dad would be able to forgive me for an affair with a man if that came out. But he'd be so embarrassed if it came out that his daughter was a lesbian, even though I'm actually bisexual. I know that's beside the point. But the other reason I didn't tell you was to protect the woman who was with me. I knew you'd go crazy and probably withdraw from my case. And I didn't want that to happen. I like you as my lawyer." After reinforcing the promise I'd made her, she took a deep breath and said, "The woman Chad caught me with was....it was... Debbie!" she blurted it out. "Please don't be mad at her Lee Anne! Please!" she implored. I was too rattled to feel or say anything. 'Debbie? Debbie? Debbie?' I kept thinking inside of my head. My wife was having an affair with my client? And she was doing it the entire time that she was telling me that she was suspicious of Regina Rae's intentions toward me? She talked me into wearing panties to make her less concerned about what might happen between Regina Rae and me? What in the world was going on here? I felt faint as the enormity of what was conveyed by this revelation settled upon me. I shook my head in confusion. "I don't understand Regina Rae. You have been having an affair with my wife?" I asked in disbelief. "How long? Why? I mean...I don't understand," I said exasperatedly. "Of course you don't honey," she soothed me, once again in control. "Let me try to explain. I first met Debbie at a luncheon at the Museum of Modern Art several months ago. We happened to sit together and before long we were sharing intimate secrets, as women usually do. She told me how lonely she was because she had a husband who cared only about becoming partner at his law firm. I found Debbie extremely attractive. I convinced her to go out for a few drinks after the luncheon. As we talked, I learned about her limited sexual experience and became quite enthralled with her. We got a little tipsy and I suggested we go to my house for 'coffee'. She had no reason to go home as you were going to be working late that night. Once we got to my house, I seduced her. Believe me when I tell you Lee Anne - she was reluctant at first. But once I kissed her, she opened up to me and we ended up making love. We've been having an affair ever since." "Did you realize that she was my wife?" I asked, incredulous at hearing this revelation about Debbie. "At first, no," she went on. "You becoming my lawyer and my affair with Debbie were purely coincidental. Eventually though, I made the connection and told her. The problem was that neither she nor I wanted to stop the affair. Soooo.... I just went along with my father's choice of lawyer. Please don't be mad at her Lee Anne. I was merely filling a void in her sex life that you couldn't. Or, at least, as it turns out, were simply not filling. But look on the bright side; I think it has worked out well all around! Don't you?" I didn't know about that. I couldn't believe that Debbie was having an affair with Regina Rae. And yeah, I'd been enjoying this fantasy escapade as a make-believe woman. But things were now officially out of control. I was perfectly okay with making love with three hot women. And, I had to admit that I enjoyed my time with Candy, a hot looking woman, albeit with a little extra equipment, in her own right. But now Regina Rae was asking me to deceive her estranged husband into thinking that I was a woman, seducing him, and then sucking his dick - all to get an edge in a divorce case in which I was the lawyer. In addition to being completely outrageous and dangerous, it was unethical for me as attorney to engage in such an activity. Apparently realizing that I was in need of further persuasion, Regina Rae broke into my thoughts. "There is another very good reason to do what I'm asking Lee Anne," she enticed me. "If you do this one thing and can get Chad to settle our divorce suit, I can guarantee you that my father will make sure you are made partner in your law firm. He already likes you. This would be the icing on the cake." Regina Rae never missed an angle. I had worked hard to reach the point where I was on the cusp of achieving my goal of partner. Now, as Regina Rae suggested, it would appear that I only needed to suck Chad's cock, a not entirely unpleasant thought, I had to admit, and my dream would be realized. I know that it was an incongruent thought process to be going through at that moment, but it occurred to me that I wouldn't be the first person to get promoted by performing a sex act. Finally, still unsure, I took a deep breath and, as if I was letting all of my inhibitions go, I said, "You know, I may be crazy, but let's do it!" Regina Rae hugged me and thanked me profusely. "Oh thank you Lee Anne! You will not regret this," she assured me. We then discussed her plan further to iron out the details and walked back to the table to join the others. As we returned I saw Chad, Debbie and Carla, laughing and joking like they were old friends. Chad didn't look like he was too upset over losing his wife to my wife. As we approached, Chad, the consummate gentleman, rose from his chair. Regina Rae took command. "Chad dear?" she inquired sweetly. "We need to be heading home. I was wondering, how would you like to come by the house with us girls for a little nightcap? Lee Anne could ride with you. What do you say?" Chad didn't hesitate. "Sounds great!" he quickly accepted the invitation. "Let's go! I think I still remember how to get there," he chuckled. He held out his hand to me as if to lead me to his car. I guess that I was going to ride with Chad. Regina Rae hadn't told me that in the rest room. We agreed to meet at Regina Rae's. Debbie looked at me as if to ask, 'Are you going to be okay?' and I gave her a reassuring nod, took Chad's hand and walked with him out of the club, twisting my hips as I did. We engaged in small talk as we walked to the parking lot and got into his SUV. While we drove toward Regina Rae's, Chad kept looking at me like a typical man who wanted to get into a girl's panties. I smiled as I imagined his reaction upon actually getting inside of mine. "So. Lee Anne?" he asked, working to make small talk. "How long have you known Regina Rae?" "Not too long," I replied, trying to keep my words to a minimum since I wasn't super confident about my girl voice. "How about the other girls you're out with tonight? Carla and Debbie? Are you friends of theirs as well?" he continued to prod. "I've known them a bit longer than Regina Rae," I responded truthfully. 'If he only knew,' I thought. "It's kind of wild to see such a hot group of babes out without any guys. I know that Regina Rae and Debbie like girls. I've seen them together. How about you? Are you into girls too?" "Yes. I suppose I am," I admitted. Thinking that he might need reassuring, I added, "But don't worry Chad. I find you attractive as well." I smiled at him and batted my eyes in the best slutty, flirty look I could come up with. He smiled like he was happy with my response. We pulled up to the drive of Regina Rae's house and drove up to the front door. Regina Rae's car was already there. As we approached the front door she opened it to let us in. "Come in," she cheerily greeted us. "Make yourself at home Chad - again," she teased. Chad seemed fairly at ease with the entire situation. I guess it was true what they said about guys. They can tolerate just about any discomfort if they think they're about to get laid. We went into the den where Carla and Debbie were sitting together on the couch sipping wine. Candy approached and offered us drinks as well. I watched as Chad eyed Candy lustily. I wondered if he knew about her special qualities. Or, had Regina Rae and Candy kept that secret to themselves? I sat on a love seat and wasn't completely surprised when Chad sat down next to me. We sipped our drinks and talked about all of the characters at the club who had hit on us. Chad slipped his arm around me and I warmed up to him, nestling my head into his shoulder. I found his strength comforting. I was having fun with this little game. I only prayed that it didn't get out of hand. Regina Rae changed the subject, announcing, "You know girls. I think I'm ready for bed. Why don't we slip upstairs and get more comfortable? Chad luv - you and Lee Anne are welcome to use my bedroom tonight - if you want. You're looking kind of cozy over there." Chad looked at me as if to ask, 'Do you want to?' Playing my part in the scam, I nodded demurely, not wanting to seem like too much of a slut. "Sounds nice Regina Rae," he accepted. "Thank you. That's really decent of you." "Not at all," she insisted. "You two love birds make yourselves comfortable." Looking at me she said playfully, "Don't do anything I wouldn't do sweetie." She, Carla and Debbie rose to go upstairs. Debbie looked at me wistfully as she ascended the stairs. I couldn't tell whether she was pleased that her husband was about to suck another man's cock, as she'd suggested earlier, or not quite sure if she didn't think things were finally going too far. Chad smiled at me and took my hand. I followed him with a combined sense of fear and excitement I'd never experienced before. I was going upstairs with a guy with the intent to place him into a situation that would affect his divorce case in a way that he could never have considered. Put another way, I was about to seduce him. I was extremely scared, but I found that I really did want this. I thought of Regina Rae's description of Chad's cock. I was anxious to see it for myself. When we entered Regina Rae's room Chad wasted no time. He pulled me close and kissed me. His aggressiveness initially caught me off guard. I quickly recovered though as I met his lips and tongue with my own. I was kissing a man! True - I'd kissed Candy. But, I considered her a girl, even though she had a cock. Chad's touch was strong and controlling. I melted into his arms. He held me up as his tongue probed inside of my mouth. I liked the way he kissed. 'Surrender' was the feeling I was experiencing - female submission to a male. After the first long kiss I laid my head on his strong shoulder and rested it there. I could feel his heart beating through his chest and I was confident that he could feel mine as well. "You are so beautiful Lee Anne," he complimented me. I replied softly, "Thank you." I kissed him again, softly, and slid my tongue gently across his lips. "I still can't believe that women as hot as you, Regina Rae, and Debbie like other women," he exclaimed. "Don't forget Carla," I teased. I then added, "Hey! Don't worry about it, as long as we like you too," I told him as I reached down to get my first fistful of his monster cock. Chad sighed softly as I grabbed him through his trousers. He was big! I couldn't wait to lay my eyes upon him. I declared the obvious, "My, my big boy! You really do like me! Don't you?" I teased flirtingly, really getting into my role. "Mmmm. You are so hot Lee Anne. I really want you!" he replied. "And I really want you too Chad," I flirted as I licked my lips. I focused my attention on his shirt and began slowly releasing the buttons. At this moment, there wasn't a male thought in my body. I felt completely female. It was intoxicating to feel such power over another person. 'Men really were easy,' I thought. I opened his shirt and slid my arms around his shoulders, softly scratching his back. I lowered my lips to his nipples and took one in my mouth, kissing him and gently sucking him. As I did, the moaning Regina Rae had described to me began. He really did express his sexual pleasure like a woman. I wondered if he even realized it. Like Regina Rae, I found it to be a turn-on. The more he moaned, the more I wanted to please him. As I kissed and sucked his nipples, I blindly let my hands work on unbuckling his belt and unfastening his pants. Once I accomplished that goal I lowered myself to my knees before him and, like a little girl opening her presents on Christmas morning, slowly and carefully lowered his pants and underwear to the ground. There it was! Right before my face was the biggest living dick I had ever seen. Regina Rae had told me he was ten inches. I wondered if he wasn't bigger than that, for he seemed nearly as large as Carla's dildo from the night before. However big he was, I knew that getting him completely inside my mouth and down my throat was unlikely, as I knew I had failed to swallow all of Carla's rubber cock. Letting him know how impressed I was, and because I really felt this way, I declared simply and truthfully, but emphatically, "Oh! My! God! You have the biggest dick I have ever seen Chad!" "I know," he agreed. "It makes you wonder how Regina Rae could ever give it up for a cunt, doesn't it?" he joked. I wished he wouldn't talk so crudely about Regina Rae and my wife, although he had a point. After all, Regina Rae was bisexual. She may have loved women. But she loved men too. I wondered what would have happened if Chad had been more accepting of her dual nature. Well, that was water under the bridge. For now, I had a cock to suck. As I readied myself, I thought of Regina Rae, Carla and Debbie watching us on a monitor in another room. I decided to put on a show for them. "Chad honey," I said. "Quit talking about Regina Rae. If she doesn't want your meat anymore, that's her problem. Just enjoy the ride I'm about to take you on. Okay?" "Sure baby!" he agreed happily. "Take me for a ride!" he urged. I leaned forward and kissed the head of his throbbing organ. His cum slit was proportional to the overall size of his meat - in other words, big! I parted his opening and precum leaked out onto my tongue. He tasted delicious. I held his hairy balls in one hand and caressed them as I stroked his amazing length with the other. I was admiring his enormity and didn't want to rush things. I was in awe of his size. I circled the tip of his throbbing purple head with my tongue, slowly taking him part way into my mouth. I pressed his bulbous head against the insides of my cheek, enjoying my newfound pleasure of having a cock fill my mouth. Not only was Chad's dick longer than Candy's - it was thicker. I realized that my jaw was going to get a workout just to open wide enough to take him past the opening of my lips. I was careful to not bite down on him with my teeth. I wanted to make sure that Chad experienced only my soft wet lips sliding up and down his shaft. As a man, I knew what a good blowjob felt like. I wanted to give Chad the best he'd ever had. Chad moaned encouragement to me. "Oh Lee Anne. That feels so good girl. You really know what you are doing. Do you suck a lot of cocks?" he asked. I tilted my eyes upward and smiled lustily, but said nothing. My mouth was full of cock. I moaned and shrugged my shoulders to indicate that I really couldn't say. What I was thinking and wishing I could say was, 'I haven't sucked a lot of cocks big boy. But I know first hand what feels good, so I know what to do.' I had not yet attempted to take the entire thing down my throat. I was anxious about that moment. I withdrew the pulsing snake from my mouth and admired its' power. Nothing could quite compare to a cock as a symbol of domination. I had in my hand what had to be, in my limited experience, among the biggest cocks on the planet. As I contemplated it as a power symbol, I realized that I was about to suck all of the strength and energy from this instrument of control and submission. I opened my mouth as wide as I could and slid my lips over his head. I could not have spread my jaws wider. Easing Chad deeper within my mouth, I licked him, swirling my tongue all over him, lapping at him like a hungry dog. Chad continued to moan like a girl and I had to fight back laughter as I thought of how Regina Rae described him doing the same thing for her. Deeper and deeper I sucked him down my throat. I wondered if I could take him completely. I was barely halfway down his shaft. I watched with huge eyes as my mouth moved closer and closer to his mound of pubic hair and his balls. His smell was not sweet like Candy, as he wore no perfume. Instead, he smelled like sweat. His thick pile of pubic hair was damp with perspiration. His cock was already pushing hard against the back of my throat. I gagged. My eyes began watering and I coughed as I attempted to take this huge sausage further within my mouth. But I simply could not do it. He was too big for me. I decided to accept defeat and to suck him as well as I could to the depth that I was able. I began sliding up and down on the six or seven inches that I was able to take. I held him in my mouth, partially inserted, completely filling my mouth, and licked and sucked him. He oozed precum and I savored his sweetness. I worked feverishly to become accustomed to such a monstrous rod impaling my mouth, concentrating on not gagging. I faintly heard Chad urge me on. "Suck me Lee Anne. You are such a hot little cocksucker girl! Suck me hard!" he pleaded. "Suck me in and out of your juicy slut lips. Swallow my cock you nasty little bitch," he seethed. I don't know why, but I loved being called a cocksucker. His encouragement made me want to please him. I wasn't feeling like I was a man sucking his dick. I felt like I was a woman pleasing her man. Obeying his command, I slowly moved back up the lengthy expanse of sex-sausage until I was back to the tip once again. I kissed him and paused just long enough to relax my jaw and say, "Nice dick Chad," and then began my descent again. I continued to slowly take him as far inside of my mouth as I could and then withdraw. As I took him in and out of me, he got wetter and wetter as my saliva moistened his beautiful dick. I heard myself slurping louder and louder. Chad was chanting and moaning, "Suck me! Suck me! Suck meeee!" and I began to really go after him in earnest. I was hungry for his sperm. As I sucked him, I wondered if the girls were getting wet watching us. I pictured them sitting in front of a television monitor masturbating as they watched me attack this huge dick. Chad grasped my head and, as I bobbed down on him, he pulled me more forcefully with each thrust, ever closer to his pelvis. I was going after him with a desire I didn't realize I had in me. I wanted him to erupt inside of me. I wanted to taste him. I couldn't wait to feel his hot juices fill my mouth. I was completely lost in this act of ultimate submission. Chad was screaming at me, calling me a cocksucking slut and urging me to drink his cum like the slutty whore that I was. His crude references only made me want him more. As I did everything in my power to please him, suddenly, without warning, the entire event changed course. Chad forced my face toward his pelvis with such strength that I could not resist. As he pulled me toward him he thrust his battering ram down my throat, far surpassing what I thought I was physically capable of accepting. Before I could do anything to resist or try to stop him, Chad jammed the full length of his girl-gagger past the back of my throat and completely impaled me with his spear. I choked - coughing and gagging. I panicked. I tried to make him pull out. But I couldn't stop him or make him withdraw his weapon. My mouth was stuffed so full with his massive rod of human flesh that I couldn't scream for help or anything. I feared he was going to choke me to death. I tried to push him away, but he was too strong and I was too weak. Something that began as an exciting adventure for me had suddenly turned into a nightmare. He was raping me! I was at his mercy. I stared up at him in abject fear and hoped he would have mercy. I couldn't cry for help because his cock muffled my voice. I could only survive the ordeal by trying to take what little breath I could through my nose. Tears flowed. My mouth and throat was totally stuffed with Chad's fully engorged dong. He growled, "Oh you fucking bitch! Suck my Goddamn dick you fucking whore! Suck it!" I thought to myself, 'What in the hell do you think I'm doing you stupid jock!' God he was strong! As if he suddenly realized that he might kill me if he didn't withdraw, Chad finally eased his grip on the back of my head and withdrew partially. I was thankful for the momentary relief. I hoped he had made his point. He was the man. I was the girl. Apparently, he hadn't. Once again, he pulled my face forward and jammed his cock down my throat. This time he went past the back of my throat a little easier. Or, at least, I was more prepared. Chad was just getting into a rhythm though. I had totally lost control over the situation. 'Where was Regina Rae? When was she going to burst in here and stop this?' This was no longer a pleasurable experience for me. 'Please Regina Rae!' I thought anxiously. 'Please stop this!' She simply had to abort the mission! I was trying my best to survive this brutal assault on my mouth by a powerful man who was intent on taking me by force. As I tried to think of a way out of the situation, I recalled what Regina Rae had said about the secret to a great blowjob - make your mouth like a cunt. Well, whether I wanted to or not, Chad was definitely using my mouth as a cunt. Each time he partially withdrew, he would control me with his strong grip on my head with his large and powerful hands. When he was ready to penetrate me again, he forced the full length of his flagpole down my throat. He constantly encouraged me with demands that I suck his cock, calling me a slut, a whore and a bitch the entire time. With each brutal thrust I became more accustomed to his enormous size. I lost track of time. I feared I was going to pass out. Chad was unrelenting in his savage assault of my mouth. Soon, in my mind, my mouth was a cunt. I found myself helping Chad as he pounded me. I can't explain how or when it happened, but I was sucking him again. I was swallowing his entire dick down my throat. I reached behind him, grasped his ass cheeks, and began pulling him toward me in rhyth