Mel to Melissa Part 1
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"Look, Melissa ..."
I followed Susan's eyes toward the entryway of the bar, then returned
her smile.
One year ago my wife, under the ruse of a birthday gift, had blindfolded
me and taken me to Expectations. A few hours later I had walked out as
Melissa, wearing a schoolgirl's uniform, with my first dose of estrogen
just starting to do its work. Now, thanks to my wife and her lover, I
was a woman in heart, mind, soul and body, having had the final surgery
a few months before. Susan had taken me out to celebrate the
anniversary of the start of my transformation.
"Isn't that Mike, your old boss? You used to say he'd fuck anything in
a skirt, and look at you: Dressed for success."
When I knew him, Mike did fuck anything in a skirt. Or in jeans, a
dress, workout clothes. And the reason was obvious to me even then:
Mike was catnip to women. He was model-handsome, with dark hair setting
off green eyes, a strong chin and an ever-present Devil-may-care smile.
Mike's confidence never leaked into arrogance and he was a natural
salesman, whether selling timeshares or himself. And unlike his
romantic targets, I wouldn't have to use furtive touches on the dance
floor to guess what Mike was packing. I had taken many showers with him
at the gym. His body was lean and ripped, and flaccid, his cock was
still the largest I had ever seen. Before my transformation, I
sometimes idly wondered what it was like for his conquests to be fucked
by that monster.
"You think you can rope him in, Melissa?"
I watched as Mike made his way toward the bar, and saw every woman in
the room check him out. I would have to act fast. I smiled at Susan
again.
"Don't wait up."
I knew I was hardly the best-looking woman in the bar. But thanks to
Susan, I accentuated what I had with impeccable makeup, hair and nails.
And thanks to Bill, I had a body that men always noticed. My legs were
now curvaceous and daily work on the stepper kept them lightly muscled
and firm. My navy skirt fell just above my knees and snugly showed off
the curve of my hips and ass. And I couldn't be happier with how the
girls turned out. A full C-cup, my tits, being not yet a year old, were
like those of a teenager. Gravity had exerted nothing on them, unlike
many of the women who kept glancing over at Mike. And I knew how to use
my best feature.
Mike was facing the bar as I slid into the chair next to him, making
sure to announce my presence by brushing the girls firmly against his
arm. He turned toward me and immediately flashed that mega-watt smile.
"You're a tall drink of water."
I gave him a tiny smile but said nothing. Susan had taught me all of
the tricks a woman uses. Now that I had Mike's attention, I wasn't
going to lose it. I fished out a cigarette from my purse, and Mike
immediately produced a lighter. I took one brief puff then crushed it
out.
"You wave a cigarette around, I light it and then you don't smoke it?"
"I don't smoke ... cigarettes."
Mike's smile grew bigger.
"I'm Mike."
"Melissa."
Mike looked at me quizzically.
"Melissa ....?"
"Huntington."
Mike's face betrayed a flash of recognition.
"Are you Mel Huntington's sister? Mel used to work for me. In fact
about a year ago he up and quit with no notice at all. Is he your
brother?"
"No. I have no brothers."
"I wish I had a picture, the resemblance is uncanny."
"I remind you of some guy named Mel Huntington?"
Mike smiled again, his dimples creasing his face.
"Well, no, Mel definitely didn't fill out that blouse the way you do."
"I should hope not."
There was a pause, and then I laughed and Mike joined me.
"Can I buy you a drink?"
I ordered a Cosmo, and Mike and I began to make small-talk. When I
looked into the mirror above the bar, I saw sour faces on the women
looking in our direction, except for Susan, who was beaming. Mike
glanced up just as Susan toasted her glass toward me.
"Who is that?"
"My girl friend. She pointed you out when you came in and dared me to
come over here."
"So I'm your quarry? Will I just be another notch in your bedpost?"
"That depends."
"Depends on what?"
"Depends on ..."
I whispered to Mike and let my voice trail off as I dropped my left hand
into his lap. I squeezed his leg with my hand, then moved my hand
toward his cock and dragged the nail of my index finger across its
length.
"Do you want to get out of here? My company keeps a suite at the hotel
on the corner. I can mix us some drinks and we can get to know each
other better."
This time I returned Mike's direct gaze and smiled. His hands moved to
my shoulders as I stepped away from the bar with him standing close
behind me. The looks on the faces of the other women were even more
annoyed, and I saw Susan smile and shake her head.
II
When we reached the suite, I excused myself to use the bathroom. After
fixing my makeup, I slipped out of my blouse, skirt, garters and hose.
I put my thong panties back on and reached into my purse for my favorite
red silk baby doll.
When I stepped out of the bathroom, I was pleased to see that Mike had
the same thought I had. He was now wearing a terrycloth robe and was
standing at the bar. When he turned toward me, he smiled again and
showed me the bottle he was working on.
"Champagne?"
"I'd love some."
I crossed the room toward him and slipped my hand down his muscular back
as the cork popped off and he quickly filled two glasses. Handing me
one, we clinked glasses and sipped, then I moved mine toward his mouth
as my own mouth moved toward his glass. We poured some into each
other's mouths, then Mike reached for my glass and set them both down.
I leaned forward and we kissed slowly, my hands cupping his head. Some
champagne had dribbled down his neck, and I moved his head and caught
the trail, licking my way back to his sexy lips, where my tongue danced
along his.
I reached down for the belt of his robe and untied it, reached my hands
up toward his shoulders and slipping it off of him. Now his hands
cupped my ass and pulled me tight against him, and I loved the feeling
of my silk covered body melting into his hard body.
I felt his hardness brush against me, but I wanted to enjoy all of my
catnip first. My hands moved around his waist and squeezed his muscular
ass, my legs splayed around one leg, his cock moving along my outer
thigh.
Mike kissed me hard then, and my other arm went around his shoulders
when he bent down toward my tits. His hand pulled my lingerie over my
head, and my fingers ran through his hair while his hand cupped my
breast.
I had been so happy each time I had to buy new lingerie as my girls
filled in and I discovered what an erogenous zone women were blessed to
have. The feeling of strong hands cupping and squeezing, the way my
nipples broadened and thickened and now responded to gentle or strong
lips and tongue. I could spend hours having my funbags played with, and
from what I remembered, Mike was a tit man.
I moaned softly as Mike's expert hands and mouth stimulated me, until
finally he moved back toward my lips and kissed me again. I still
hadn't touched him directly, but now he was taking charge. His eyes met
mine and held my gaze as his hand reached for my wrist and moved my hand
down toward his cock. My eyes grew wide as I finally grasped his cock
and realized how huge Mike really was.
"I love to watch a woman's face the first time she realizes what's in
store for her."
I kissed him again then began to explore my way down the broad expanse
of his muscular chest, pausing at each nipple to kiss, nibble and lick,
then moving down to his washboard abs and finally to his waist and
thighs. I kept my eyes locked on his as I squatted beneath him, his
cock sticking out over one shoulder, then I shifted my attention to his
manhood.
"All this for me?"
He smiled and cupped my head, and I took in his glory. His groin was
trimmed but not shaved clean, and his heavy balls hung low, just as I
remembered them. What I had not seen before was Mike's cock at full
mast. He was impressive in the shower, but this was more than even I
had imagined. My right hand grasped the shaft at the base and my left
hand went above it. Above that was more cock than most women ever took
into their mouths. I looked up at him and mouthed the only word I
could: Wow.
I started at the tip and began to run my tongue over the underside,
slowly swabbing the shaft until I reached the base, where I curled my
lip around each ball. Then I worked my way up to the top of the base
and tongue bathed the top of the shaft. Mike softly moaned when I
finally slipped the head into my mouth and my lips slid a few inches
down the shaft.
I looked up at him and smiled, then I reached for the two champagne
glasses.
"Let me serve you French style."
I poured the contents of the glasses over his shaft and balls then began
to suck his cock in earnest, slipping it out to stroke its length and
vibrate my tongue against the underside of the head.
"Your cock tastes so good."
"Well is it me or is it the champagne?"
"It's definitely you."
I slipped my hands up toward Mike's chest, feeling and squeezing his
hard pecs when he grasped both of my hands and held them on top of my
head. I slipped him out of my mouth and looked up at him.
"Am I under arrest? You better read my rights!"
"You have the right to pleasure my cock and to have my cock pleasure
you. You have the right to grunt, moan or scream and to choose where I
deposit my load. Do you understand these rights as I have described
them?"
Mike's cock was back in my mouth and I mumbled my assent around it.
Then Mike pulled himself out and rubbed the head of his cock around my
lips. I stuck out my tongue and he brought the head down on it, then I
curled my lip around the shaft and he thrust his length along my lips
over and over again.
Finally my shoulders began to ache and I pulled my hands away from his,
grasped his muscular thighs and began to work on getting as much of his
cock into my mouth as I could. First four, then five, then six and
seven inches slid into my throat, until only the width of my fist eluded
my hunger. When I released him I stroked his cock with both hands and
looked up at him.
"Has anyone ever managed to swallow the whole thing?"
"Not many, but you're taking more than most."
"Well I'll just have to keep practicing."
Mike held my forearms and pulled me up, and as he did I slipped my thumb
inside the waistband of my thong and slid my panty off. He grabbed my
thighs and lifted me up, my arms went around his neck. I felt his cock
along the crack of my ass as my wetness smeared his pubes.
He carried me into toward the bed, then released me. I scooted
backwards toward the pillows while he moved toward me on all fours, his
cock dangling below him. He mounted me and I felt his cock against my
inner thigh, his tongue back on my tits, my moans filling his ears. He
pulled away from my chest and my hands went to his neck as he ground his
hardness against my slit. I loved doing this when I was still Mel and I
loved the feeling of a hard cock against me even more. It made me glad
I became a woman.
Finally Mike pressed the head against me and I opened up to receive him.
I placed my palm against his stomach, making sure that he moved slowly
as I adjusted to his size. My vision was growing hazy as he slid
further inside and when he began to thrust my arms pulled him close, to
feel his body against mine but also to make sure that he didn't thrust
too deeply or too hard.
He settled into a smooth rhythm of short, slow thrusts and guttural
moans started to escape my throat. Then he started to move faster and
harder and deeper, and I felt my orgasm begin to build. I began to
whimper.
"Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop ... I'm gonna cum on your cock. I'm
gonna cum on your cock. I'm gonna ...."
My breath went short and choppy and then time stopped as a continuous
wave of pleasure escaped me. I cried out, loudly, and then slowly
caught my breath. Mike stopped moving inside me while my orgasm
subsided, and when my vision cleared I saw his smiling face looking down
at me. He slid out of me and pawed at my waist as he shifted away. I
immediately turned over and lifted my ass toward his incredible cock and
he slid it back into me.
He grabbed a handful of my hair as he began to fuck me again, and I rose
further off the bed, my ass planted against his crotch, and I could now
fully accommodate him. He started fucking me faster this time, then he
released my hair and leaned forward, his breath against my neck. Sweat
dripped off of him onto my shoulders then he shifted all the way
forward, until my legs straightened out beneath him and he lay on top of
me, drilling himself deeply inside. This was the position I loved most,
being trapped in place, no way to move, no desire to move, only to be
slave to the cock that is fucking me so hard and so deep. This time I
could hardly even form any words as pleasure broke over me again.
"I ... I'm ... ohhhhhhhhh."
I barely felt Mike pull out of me this time. He pushed on my hip and I
lay on my back again. He pulled my legs over his thighs before slipping
his cock back inside me and I cupped my tits as he began to fuck me
again. Soon my tits were bouncing wildly as he drove his cock into me,
short gasps becoming loud moans then choked screams as I began to cum
again.
Mike wasn't just blessed with a supercock. He was a superfuck. He had
made me cum so many times, I had to get him off.
"Wanna fuck my tits?"
I lay back on the pillows as Mike mounted me. I coated his cock with
saliva and he dribbled some of his own onto my chest, then he started
sliding in between my boobs. When I wrapped the girls around a cock,
most men nearly disappeared inside. But Mike was too big for that to
happen. With his shaft still between my tits, the head was touching my
chin. I turned my neck down to flick my tongue over the head. Then he
pulled back and took shorter, faster strokes.
"Yeah, fuck my tits hard. C'mon! Fuck those titties. I love how your
cock feels sliding between my tits. You like how my tits feel wrapped
around your big cock? Fuck my tits, baby."
Mike reached his hand back between my legs and slipped a finger inside
me.
"Yeah baby, that's it, finger-fuck me while you fuck my tits."
Finally Mike shifted forward until his knees straddled my chest and his
cock rose toward my hungry mouth. I reached up with both hands and
began to stroke him.
"You wanna fuck my mouth now, stud? You going to put that big hard cock
between my hungry lips and fuck my mouth like you fucked my pussy?"
Mike moved his cock alongside my lips, thrusting while I danced my
tongue along the underside of the shaft. Then he lifted the head and I
cupped his balls and pulled them toward my mouth.
"Take both balls inside your mouth."
I stared into Mike's eyes as I tried to devour both of his balls at
once, but they were just too big. Finally he lowered the head and I
opened wide as he began to fuck my mouth.
This was another favorite position, my head pressed against the
headboard, nowhere to turn, giving my mouth over to him to use as he had
used my pussy, thrilling to the hard smoothness of his cock, the scent,
the essence of his manhood, wishing that he would never stop fucking my
mouth.
Mike fucked my mouth fast and hard, then slow and soft. Each time he
pulled out I whimpered and begged for it.
Mike thrilled my mouth as he had thrilled my pussy, and finally his
breath grew short and his moans grew louder and I felt his body start to
tense. He slipped out of my mouth and began to stroke himself.
"Please cum for me. I want to taste you and savor you. God I love your
cock so much."
Mike started groaning loudly and then his cum started to dribble out,
spurt after spurt coating my face. It was warm and bountiful, sweet
and sticky and without a single spurt wasted. He used the head of his
cock to move his cum toward my lips where I greedily gobbled it up.
After I cleaned the rest off of him, he slid down and I shifted on my
hip as he pressed himself tight against me. We caught our breath
together, his arm draped over me, our hot bodies stuck together. I
turned over to face him.
"I have a confession to make. I do know Mel Huntington."
"So you are his sister. I could swear I saw the family resemblance."
"No. It's me. I was Mel Huntington."
A confused expression crossed his face, then he looked away and
chuckled. He turned back toward me with that same Devil-may-care smile
that had turned so many other women to jelly.
"I know, Melissa. I knew all along. This was all set up by Susan. I
wasn't going to leave that bar with anyone but you."
I stared at him.
"But if even if this wasn't a set up, once I saw you, I didn't want to
leave with anyone else anyway."
He had rendered me speechless.
"Melissa, would you like to come back to work? I have a position you'd
be perfect for."
I kissed him gently and pressed myself into him as my head fell into his
chest. I stared at his cock until I faded off to sleep.
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