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I guess I should start this tale by telling you a little bit about
myself. My name is Brad, I just turned 30 years old, and I have LOTS of
money. You see, as long as I can remember, I was always a computer nerd.
After finishing college, I got a job with a big tech company. Two years
later, I was sick of working for someone else so I started my own
company. Four years later, I sold out to my original employer and cashed
out for more money than I could ever have imagined. During all this time,
I hadn't had too much time or success with the ladies. I'd had a
girlfriend once for about 8 months right around graduation and had
managed a couple of other one (or two) night stands, but that was pretty
much it. I wouldn't call myself ugly, but the word hunk was never
associated with me either. I'd always been a bit on the small side -about
5'8", 145lb soaking wet with brownish black hair that I kept very short
and brown eyes. Since I didn't work out or get outside much, I didn't
have much of a shape or color. Even so, about once or twice a year, some
woman would take pity on me and take me home for a good fucking.
I found that I was a bit on the submissive side - usually letting the
woman take the lead. My favorite thing to do in bed was eating pussy.
Most women loved this, but not enough to make it a regular thing. So
anyway, there you have it. That's me in a nutshell. After selling my
company, I had nothing to do for a few weeks, so I decided to go to
Vegas. I've always liked gambling and I was hoping to meet some women.
If that part of the plan didn't pan out, there were always the brothels
outside of town. I drove to Vegas in my red Ferrari with all sorts of
plans in my head, never imagining what would happen to me.
I'd made a reservation for a nice suite at one of the better hotels on
the strip. I didn't want the biggest room, but I also didn't want the
smallest. I let the valet park my car and grab my bags while I checked
in. He delivered my bags to my suite, got his tip, and then left. I
immediately crashed on the king size bed from exhaustion. When I woke up
several hours later, it was getting dark. I must have been really tired.
Anyway, I figured there was just enough time for me to get dressed and
hit the (strip) clubs. I did my business at the toilet and started a
very long, very hot shower. Instead of bar soap, this suite had nothing
but various shower lotions, potions, and soaps. I ended up using a
shampoo and body wash that smelled like strawberries. Really nice, but
not something I would have chosen on my own.
As I was showering, my cock began to stir. Pretty soon, it was full mast
at 7". A respectable size, if I do say so myself. I mostly ignored my
throbbing cock and took about 20 minutes to wash my hair, and my body. I
wasn't in a hurry and besides, the hot water and bath soap felt good.
After I finished cleaning myself, I just stood there with my eyes closed,
enjoying the hot water cascading down my back. After about 10 minutes of
this, I opened my eyes and 'SHIT!' I looked down at the drain and got
the shock of my life. All my hair was running down the drain! I did a
quick personal inventory and discovered that in fact, my body was
completely hairless now - except, curiously, my eyebrows. As I inspected
further, it appeared that not only was I hairless, but that my skin was
much softer now. Inspecting the shower bottles was of no help - they
didn't give any clue about my now hairless state. I was a bit pissed,
but wasn't sure what to do. I could complain to the front desk, but what
could they do other than apologize and offer me a free night?
Fortunately, I didn't have to be anywhere for a couple weeks. I figured
it would all grow out by then. In the meantime, bald was in and I was
still gonna hit the clubs tonight. I toweled off a bit and then headed to
the main room to put my clothes away and get dressed. That's when I got
the next big surprise of my short stay. I opened a dresser drawer and
found that it was full of lingerie. Now when I say full, I don't mean
there was a pair of panties in one drawer, I mean there were at least 30!
- of all sorts of shapes and colors. When I opened more drawers, I found
bras, stockings, garters, and stuff I'd never seen before. As I said,
the dresser was completely full of lingerie. As much as I enjoyed the
look and feel of lingerie on a good looking lady, I'd never swung that
way myself. Maybe it was being in Vegas, maybe it was my twitching cock.
But instead of calling the front desk to complain about this as well, I
decided to try on a pair of panties. 'What the heck!' I thought it would
give me a thrill. I had no idea. So, out of MY panty drawer, I pulled a
black pair that had a nice full cut to them (as opposed to a thong),
stripped off my clothes, and put them on. The feeling was electric and I
was hard as a rock. Almost immediately, my cock was straining to its
full 7" again, so I began to stroke myself through those unimaginably
soft black panties. After a couple of minutes of this, I fell back on
the bed and exploded with the most intense, cum spewing orgasm I'd ever
experienced. I took me at least 10 minutes to recover. Then, for some
reason unknown to me, I began scooping the warm cum out of my panties and
feeding it to myself. I'd never done that before, but I remember
wondering why, since it tasted so good. I briefly wondered if all cum
tasted this good. It took me another 10 minutes, but I ate every last
drop.
After thoroughly cleaning myself and my panties, I proceeded to put on a
pair of matching stockings and garters. There were also matching bras in
the dresser, but I figured I'd wait a while before trying on a bra. I
remember thinking that it was a bit cold outside tonight, so I'd be
better off wearing stockings as opposed to going without - not sure why I
thought that. I also remember thinking that the panties needed to be on
top of my garters so that I could go to the bathroom - again, not sure
where that thought came from. After putting all this stuff on, my cock
was about ready to go again, but I held off. I wanted to save some for
later. Curious about what I looked like, I headed to the bathroom and
the full length mirror to check myself out. Once there - another
surprise, makeup! Lots of it! There had to be two of every kind of
makeup and application tool known to man (woman?), fake nails, and even a
couple of wigs. Now those would come in handy seeing as how I no longer
had any hair on top of my head.
It must've been the Vegas thing again, but I was soon headed into the
main suite with a bottle of maroon/red nail polish to do my toes. It
took me about 20 min to get the two coats on, but they really turned out
rather well I thought. I'd even remembered to bring those little toe
separator sponges. Rather than trying to get something done while my
toes were drying, I just laid down and closed my eyes for a few minutes.
I was looking forward to seeing how I would look once I put on the rest
of my makeup. When my toes were dry, I put my stockings back on, fed the
garters under my panties and reattached everything (it felt great to have
my stockings and garters back on).
I turned on the TV and started flipping channels as I walked into the
bathroom to get my nails and more polish. I ended up stopping on the
Tyra Banks show. It was some mindless show about fashion and makeup
tips, but I was mesmerized. As I watched the show, I carefully glued
each inch long extension nail into place and then filed it down until the
transition from my nail to the fake nail was smooth. Next, I applied 2
coats of matching polish to each nail and let them dry. For never having
done this before, I was again amazed at how good my nails looked. I now
had a set of polished talons that any woman would be jealous of. I spent
about 5 minutes or so admiring how they looked as I moved my hand around
in the air.
And I about jumped through the ceiling when I lightly scraped one of my
nails down the length of my still throbbing cock! Damn! That felt great.
I did it a few more times and also scraped the nails around my balls. I
was looking forward to more of that later. No wonder guys liked that so
much! With that thought, I headed to the bathroom vanity to apply my
makeup. But before I did that, I needed a wig so I reached for a really
nice looking one - long straight, red hair. I had a thing for redheads
and thought I might as well be one for awhile. The wig felt nice when I
put it on over my bald head.
I looked around the counter and found a small bottle of spray adhesive
and used it to secure my wig. I was pleased that it wouldn't be coming
off unexpectedly. I spent a bit of time brushing it out, styling it a
bit, and generally just fussing with it. I found that playing with the
wig like this was oddly satisfying. It then took me about 20 minutes to
get my face made up and I looked darn good. How I did it, I have no idea.
But there I was with a look that screamed 'FUCK ME NOW!' I remember
thinking that the woman in the mirror had a set of lips just made for
sucking cock. When I realized that woman was me, I shuddered. One last
look in the mirror reminded me that my eyebrows needed some trimming and
with done, I headed back into the suite.
Now, all I needed were tits - or more specifically, a bra. I wasn't sure
what I was going to fill it with, but I definitely needed a bra. I went
back to my dresser and started looking through it. Damn! Whoever owned
these clothes had big tits! The labels said DDD cup - even I knew that
was big. I selected a matching bra and put it on without a problem
before beginning my search of something to fill it with. And, as it
turned out, today was my lucky day. Sitting on the center shelf behind
the first closet door I opened was a big box with set of DDD fake titties
inside. I knew I'd have no problem filling out my bra now. I took out
the amazingly soft and lifelike tits and put them in my bra. They were
heavy, but they were going to look REALLY good on me.
The instructions consisted of 4 steps 1) place the center suction cup
over my own nipples in order to maximize sensitivity 2) coat my chest
with the spray adhesive (same stuff as the wig adhesive) 3) coat the base
of the tits with semen - mine! 4) and finally, apply the seam concealer
#3 was certainly strange, but I'd sorta redefined that word tonight, so I
gave myself a nice little tittie fuck and generously coated the base with
my cum. I rubbed the tits together like heart attack paddles to spread
my cum evenly and then licked off the few remaining drips and drabs that
had managed to fall off. After spraying the adhesive onto my chest, I
carefully place the tits on my chest, pressed them down firmly, and laid
back to allow the adhesive to cure. 10-15 minutes later, I began
applying the seam concealer. Once that was done, I could not for the life
of me find where I ended and my tits began.
At this point, I looked good. And not just man in drag good. I found
that I enjoyed looking this way and that I enjoyed the feel of lingerie
on my smooth, hairless body. Strangely, I also enjoyed the feeling of the
bra on my nipples as I walked about the room. I was getting increasingly
excited - painfully so. After a few minutes, I walked out onto the
balcony to enjoy the cool air and the breeze as it blew over my body. I
was snapped out of my trance when I heard a whistle from a few balconies
over. I looked over to see a couple of college kids staring at me. I
found it oddly exciting to know that they were there, but didn't see a
need to hurry back inside. Instead, I looked over their way and tossed my
hair back just like I'd seen countless women do. In truth, I was a bit
sad because I was thinking that I'd have to end this fun soon.
To distract me a bit, I decided to start putting my male clothes away, so
I grabbed a couple of polo shirts from my suitcase and went over to the
closet. Upon opening the closet, I was greeted by just about the best
sight I could have seen at this point - dresses and shoes in my size!
I've always loved high heels; they're sort of a fetish with me. So
obviously, my eyes were immediately drawn to a pair of open toed, strappy
black shoes with stiletto spikes about 5" high. When I tried them on,
they fit like a glove and I loved the way they looked with my painted
toes and stockings. Next, I began looking through the dresses, finally
selecting a short little black dress that was skin tight, showed lots of
cleavage, and barely covered my ass. This was going to be a fun dress. I
really enjoyed wiggling my ass into that dress! Lastly, I noticed a
breath spray on the dresser and took 3 squirts into my mouth. The bottle
said it would keep my voice clear all night. I then completed my outfit
with a pair of clip-on earrings and a (probably fake) pearl choker. I
really liked how I looked. If it weren't me, I'd be all over this woman
in the mirror. Again, I caught myself thinking that she could fuck any
guy in town. As soon as I thought this, there was a very loud knock at
the door. I think I gasped a bit.
"Just a minute," I yelled back.
As soon as I did, I covered my mouth in horror. Because I didn't hear my
voice, I heard a sultry female voice instead. It must have been the
breath spray. This was not heading in a good direction, or so I thought.
My first thought was the wig. I grabbed a handful of hair and pulled
hard. "Ouch!" It must have been glued on too tight. When I grabbed a
nipple of my fake tits, I jumped at the sensation. Not only were they not
coming off my chest, but they really seemed to be my tits now. I
confirmed my fears when I reached under my dress and shivered as I
dragged a nail across my now very sensitive clit. Where had my dick
gone?
"Candy! Babe! Open up! It's Mike and I'm horny" came the reply.
At this, I remember jumping up and down, giggling, and shouting "Goody!"
I couldn't wait to open the door for this Mike person whom I had never
met. When I did open the door, I was met by a mountain of a man. Even
in 5" heels, he dwarfed me. He must have been 6'6" and 250 lbs of pure
muscle. And that man of muscle stepped into my suite, picked me up like
a rag doll, and planted a kiss on me that turned my legs to jello. As we
were still kissing, he let go with one hand and I heard the sound of a
zipper. At which point, he put me down, placed his hands on my shoulders
and pushed me to my knees where I was confronted with his enormous 10"
cock.
Not that I had a choice, but my mouth was watering at this point, and I
think I had female orgasm #1 when his cock first entered my mouth. It
was an incredible feeling - hard and soft all at the same time. I loved
it. I was hooked. I knew then that I would suck his cock whenever he
wanted me too. For about the next 5 minutes or so, I was in heaven as I
rhythmically slid his cock in and out of my mouth. I wrapped one of my
hands around the base of his cock so I could stroke him as I sucked and
used my other hands to tickle his balls. Like his dick, they were huge
also.
I remember thinking that I hoped they held a lot of cum. I could tell he
was enjoying my attention. But then Mike's hand moved from my shoulders
to the back of my head and he began to push me further and further onto
his cock.
"Come on Candy, deepthroat me already. You know you love it bitch."
And I did too. As his cock slipped past and down into my throat, he
started spewing forth a torrent of cum I didn't think possible. I backed
up a little so that I could taste it as it filled my mouth. And, as I
suspected, it tasted even better then mine had. When my mouth was about
half full, I swallowed it down and awaited the rest. When Mike finished
coming, I looked up at him and showed him his cum in my mouth and
swallowed every last drop. I then began to lovingly clean his cock,
causing it to harden all over again. But, just as I was thinking I'd get
to eat more of his cum, he picked me up, threw me face first onto the
bed, pulled up my dress, pulled down my panties, and rammed his cock into
my pussy. And all I could do was try not to pass out from the intense
pleasure I was experiencing. KNOCK! KNOCK! - I snapped out of my
delirium, but Mike never slowed down. I lifted up my head to say
something, but before I could, Mike slapped the back of my head really
hard, grabbed a fist full of hair, and rammed my face back into the bed.
He also began pounding my pussy even harder.
"I guess that's what you call a bitch slap," he laughed. "Come in Dave -
she's ready for you. And you" - speaking to me - "just shut up and keep
still while I fuck you."
"What a stupid slut!" I heard him mutter under his breath.
WHAT!?!?! What was he talking about? Another guy? Apparently, it
didn't matter what I thought though as I heard the door open, followed by
the familiar sound of a zipper. I heard Mike tell his friend that I was
everything they'd been told I would be and that he should get over here
and try me out. He also added that I'd already sucked him off. And
still, he never let up on the pounding he was giving my pussy (that still
sounds strange to say). I didn't even know what Dave looked like. In
fact, the first I saw of him was his black cock in my face just seconds
before I swallowed it whole.
Dave's cock was longer that Mike's by a little, but not as thick. I also
liked that he shaved all his pubic hair off (just like me!). I didn't
really have to do any of the work as Mike still had a handful of my hair
and was bouncing my head up and down on Dave's cock. About the time I
felt Mike start slowing down and breathing heavy, I heard Dave do the
same thing. Before I knew it, they were both coming inside me. Luckily,
Dave's cum was just as tasty, although he didn't produce quite the volume
that Mike did. By this time, I'd had another couple orgasms, but who was
counting? When both guys finished, Mike rolled me over and I got my first
look at Dave. He too was a handsome guy, but not as big or as muscular as
Mike. I'd say 6' even and about 210 lbs.
Once I was on my back, Dave started in on my pussy with his tongue. And
what a tongue he had! It was magical. I must have cum 2 or 3 more times
as he expertly cleaned all of Mike's cum from my pussy. When he was
done, he slid up so that we were face to face, slid his tongue into my
mouth, and his dick into my cunt. Ten minutes later, he pulled both out
and cleaned me out again. I think by this time, I'd had almost a dozen
orgasms. I was beginning to like being a hot slut, but was also
wondering when I'd be returning to myself.
I didn't have long to wonder as Mike snapped me back to what seemed like
reality. "Hey Candy!" Mike shouted at me "Yeah you, the hot little cum
bucket in the black dress. Get your bitch ass dressed. We got places to
go and you got cocks to suck."
I heard myself giggle some more as I stood up and rearranged my clothes.
Then, I went into the bathroom to fix my makeup and get some supplies for
my purse. I figured I'd be fixing my makeup a lot in the future. Then I
went back to my dresser and put some earrings on. I like the big hoopy
kind. Two in each ear (pierced now), plus another two diamond studs. I
also checked that my navel stud was secure (it was). I was hot, I knew
it, and I was on the prowl.
And that's how I looked when the three of us headed down the hallway and
into the elevator. I had no idea where I was going or how long I'd be
gone. But, wherever it was, I knew there'd be plenty of hard cocks in my
mouth and my pussy. Maybe even one or two in my ass. A girl can only
hope.
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