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The doorbell startles me from my thoughts. I get up and walk to the window, wondering who could be at the door. I look down to the apartment building door below my window and see no one. Peering further out the window I finally see who it is, and even though I do not know him, my heart drops to the floor and the icy rush of adrenalin dumps into my stomach. My thoughts immediately turn from the camping trip I was supposed to leave on in a couple of hours, to what I had done the night before. As if to glue that adrenalin permanently, the affirmation of who this is comes up in this man's booming voice. "Sarah, it's Chuck. I know you're home. Come down and let me in." I pulled my head back into the window as another sickening pulse of adrenalin shot into my stomach. The voice was exactly how I imagined it would be. Deep, rough, and big. I swallowed an imaginary lump of saliva in my throat and my mind raced. "What the hell?!" I asked myself. He can't really be here. A flood of a thousand thoughts streamed in at once, and I had a hard time sorting them out. My thoughts came back to one moment over and over. It was the moment I gave someone named Big Bad Chuck my address in an online chat room. I knew as I was doing it that it was a bad idea, but we were so wrapped up in the moment. I had met Chuck about six months earlier. He was rough spoken, not very well educated, totally upfront and honest, to the point of being rude sometimes. He was divorced, and sort of sour on women, but he told me he loved the thought of being with a transgirl. I enjoyed the attention, him knowing that I was a part time crossdresser. I shared some pictures with him of myself in femme, and we talked about what it would be like to be with each other. We talked about some really steamy things , but also about the day to day of being with someone compatible. He was a strong, dominant guy. The kind of guy that expected his girl to be pretty for him, cook him dinner when he got home, and cleanup for him. I loved it, and I ate it up. We played on the computer, talked about talking on the phone, and generally just enjoyed roleplaying with one another. About two weeks prior, we were talking about it turning into a real life thing, which we had done several times before. He told me he wanted to come take me away, and start my life with him, and he told me to give him my address. In a moment of weakness I typed it in and hit return before I had a chance to think logically. It made me tense the rest of the night, but the next day it was as if it never happened. We both knew that each other was fantasizing and role playing. "Sarah, I know you're up there. Get down here NOW and open the door." Chuck's voice boomed in the parking lot, and was certain to start annoying my neighbors. I stood up without thinking about it and my legs started walking toward the door. My brain screamed at itself to stop and ignore him, but I found myself stumbling down the stairs toward the apartment building door. Trembling with nervous fear and sweat, I turned the knob and cracked open the door. In a second, I felt it push in and saw Chucks thick arm pressed against it, pushing it in. When he caught my eye for the first time I felt small, very small. Chuck had told me he was tall...six foot five inches. I didn't really comprehend how tall that was compared to my five foot nine frame. Chuck was thick, not tall and lanky. His two hundred sixty pound frame filled the doorway completely. Chuck looked at me silently for a moment. "I told you I was coming for you when you least expected it. You're smaller than I pictured you. I like that. I thought you'd be dressed though." I was frozen in place, still holding onto the door knob like a feeble security blanket. I paused and tried to make my voice sound as masculine as possible. "Umm, Chuck look, I didn't really think we were serio..." Chuck cut me off as if he pulled a freight train across the road. "I don't care what you thought Sarah. We talked about this over and over. You knew I was serious, even if you convinced yourself it was a game. Let's go upstairs so you can get ready and we can leave." Chuck pushed the door open the rest of the way and began to walk in, walking right past me and onto the stairs. He turned and looked down at me and the look he gave me left no doubt in my mind what his intention was. He was totally serious. My mind scrambled as I began walking up the stairs behind him. He couldn't possibly think I was going to do this. I just have to talk to him and apologize for leading him on. His boots clomped heavily on the steps, and his wide shoulders completely filled the stairwell. He turned right into my apartment and walked in. I hesitated at the door, tried to control my trembling and breathing, and walked in behind him, closing the door. I felt very small, and I was hyper aware of my mannerisms. "Look Chuck, we really need to talk. I know we said some pretty crazy things on the computer, but I really thought we were just roleplaying. I didn't mean to be real. Do you understand?" I realized I was wringing my hands in a really meek manner, showing him how nervous I was. Chuck looked down at me and took a deep breath. "I am only going to tell you this once Sarah. We agreed to do this, and we're doing it. You even told me you would be nervous and might want to back out, and I told you I wouldn't let you. So do us both a favor, go in there and get yourself prettied up and pack your bag. I'll be waiting out here." Chuck started walking into the living room and towards the couch. I followed behind him...stumbling on my words. "It's just that I have plans right now. I'm leaving in an hour to meet my friends to go camping. Chuck really I can't do this. I just.." His hand reached out and grabbed me by the throat, forcing me back to the wall. He lifted me off my feet and held me by the throat, squeezing just enough to make it hard to draw a breath. "I don't give a fuck where you were going. Get your little ass in that room and get ready for me. NOW!!" He tossed me toward my bedroom door and let go. I stumbled for a few feet and stopped in front of my door, breathing so hard I could feel my breath in my ears. He turned and went to the couch. "I want Sarah. I want everything. I don't want to see any trace of this boy shit I see now. Get rid of it all." I slid into my bedroom, closed the door, and leaned against it from inside, tears starting to well up in my eyes. How the hell am I going to get out of this? I slumped down on the floor and cried, struggling hard to stifle my whimpers so that Chuck wouldn't hear. I couldn't do this! How could I possibly just leave with him? How could this be happening? I felt so stupid doing what I did on the computer. I thought maybe if I just pretend he isn't there he will get tired and go away. I got up and tiptoed over to my bed and sat on the end of it, grabbing a pillow and hugging it as if it were some form of protection. "I don't have all fucking day Sarah. We have a 4 hour ride to go yet. I'll give you an hour to get ready and get packed. Don't fucking make me mad." The tears welled up fast and I decided I would start doing what I need to do and try to figure something out while I was showering and getting dressed. I went into my closet and opened my female wardrobe, reaching for a pair of panties and a bra. I turned to the door, took another deep breath and snuck out, running over to the bathroom door. I didn't dare look at Chuck, and he didn't say anything. I shut the bathroom door and reached into the shower to turn it on. Taking my clothes off I realized I hadn't shaved my legs in a while, so I would have to do that now. I got in the shower and started the ritual I do everytime I get dressed up as Sarah. It was just a part time thing for me. I enjoyed being a woman, but I enjoyed being a man as well. I really didn't mean to give that up. I went through the ritual of showering and shaving quickly, and within minutes I was stepping out of the shower and grabbing a towel. I could feel that difference in my legs. Drying them off when they are freshly shaven is a stark reminder of what I just did, but this time I could not appreciate the feeling. I wrapped the towel around myself and rushed back into the bedroom. "Wear something pretty, maybe with flowers." Chuck said in a lower voice. Nothing was coming to mind. I couldn't think of a thing to do to get out of this. All I could think of is what I had to do next to get ready so he wasn't pissed off at me. The way he easily lifted me off my feet left no doubt in my mind that he would have no trouble making me do whatever it was he wanted. I went back to the closet and started rifling through the hangers. "Something pretty, with flowers. He wants something with flowers." I grabbed the first thing I saw with flowers, a blue A-line, dress with a little daisy print. I laid it on the bed and found a white cardigan to go with it. I pulled a pair of pantyhose out of my dresser and started putting them on. I was hopping on one foot and stumbling....nothing like the sensuous ritual I would normally perform.... sitting cross legged and slowly sliding each leg up, feeling the invisibly silkiness slide against my smooth legs. I thought to myself how ironic it all was. I spent years fantasizing about how women do this every day and it must be just normal for them and all, but the reality started to dawn on me. It wasn't sensuous ritual for them, it was the daily grind, and they probably hopped around on one foot pulling their stockings up because they are late for work. I found my silicone enhancers and put them in my bra, then slid the dress up and over my hips, struggling to zipper up the back like I always did. When it was up, I stood in the center of my bedroom, turning in circles, not knowing exactly what to do next. I couldn't believe I was wearing a dress and even remotely thinking of opening that door to see him. I kept thinking to myself that I should do this right so he has nothing to complain about. Maybe then he can talk rationally. I sat at my desk and turned the light on in the mirror. I looked at the makeup in my desk drawer and started the routine of putting my face on. I didn't put on a lot. It was daytime, but I did want him to see me wearing it, so I put on bright lipstick and made sure my cheeks glowed. After that I grabbed my wig and brushed it out, then slid it on my head. Fussing with it, I got it just right, and pinned it in place. Looking at myself in the mirror I was satisfied that this would make him happy. I put on a necklace and a pair of matching earrings, slid a slim watch on my wrist. I looked at myself once more in the mirror, fidgeting with my hair. My breath came again in labored gasps and I had to focus to stop shaking again. "You can do this. Just be strong, and talk to him calmly" I went back to the closet and grabbed a pair of heels and slipped them on, then put on my cardigan. Standing at the door, my hand shook noticeably as I reached for the handle. I had been out in public many times before. I had been nervous, but never like this. I was dressed FOR a man this time. I had fantasized about being with a man before, but I never really thought about doing it. The thought made me a little queasy and weak. "Get out here and let me see you." Chuck's voice sounded like it was right in front of my door, and I turned the door knob. Fixing my hair one last time and making sure my dress was straight, the door swung open, and there he was. "THAT is a lot better Sarah. Man, you really pretty up nicely. I like that dress." Chuck reached out for my hands and grabbed them. He began to turn me around and I found myself facing the wall. "Mmm Sarah you look really good in this. I knew you wouldn't disappoint me." Fussing with my skirt, I took a breath and turned around to talk to him. He had already begun to go back to the couch. "Chuck I know you drove all the way here, and I want to tell you how sorry I am that this was all a big mix up. We can hang out for..." Again he cut me off as if I wasn't talking. "Are your bags packed? You have a half hour. I want to be on the road by three." I stood there. Mouth open, not knowing what to say. I wanted him to understand that I couldn't do this. Not finding the words, I went back into my room and pulled out two suitcases. This would give me time to think clearly. Maybe I should call 911? My phone was out on the coffee table. I put things in my suitcases and time ticked by. In a half hour I had my bags packed and I was nervously pacing back and forth in my room. I heard the door knob turn and Chuck came in. "Oh good, you're ready. Okay go grab your purse and let's go." Chuck took my two suitcases and walked out the door, yelling at me to hurry my little fanny up. I scrambled to find my wallet from my pants pocket, and threw it in my purse, chasing after Chuck. I had to stop him. I closed the door and started down the stairs. I had never gone out in daylight before, and the sound of my heels clicking down the stairs seemed very loud. I knew my neighbors were right there behind their doors, and I felt like I was casting off into sea in a little tiny boat. When I stepped out off the front door into the sunlight I saw that Chuck had already put my bags in his truck, and was waiting for me. I looked up to the windows, hoping no one was looking. I took a step down the concrete steps and immediately realized I should be holding on. Gingerly I walked down the front steps as I felt the breeze ruffle my skirt. " This is crazy! What is happening?" All I could do is ask myself that. Chuck walked over to me and took my hand as I stepped off the last step. He pulled me close to him and his chest seemed huge in my vision. I felt his hands go to my waist and begin to caress it. They were huge and wrapped halfway around my waist. I know he wasn't trying very hard, but I felt like his grip was an iron vise. "Look, I know you're a little nervous. I know you were taken off guard. We talked about this. I know this is what you really want. Just relax. I'm not going to hurt you.....too much. Just be your pretty little self, and let everything happen the way it is going to happen. You'll forget all about this other life soon I bet." With that Chuck slid his meaty hand behind my neck and pulled it in firmly as he bent his head to my face. Before I knew what was happening I felt his lips touch mine with a firmness I could not resist. His three day scruff rubbed against my chin as he pressed harder. I tried to push away from it, but it was like pushing against a brick wall. I wanted to breathe badly, and opened my mouth a little to let air in, and his tongue darted in, touching mine and swirling around it before pulling out again quickly. He let go, licked his lips and smiled. "Gent in the car now baby." And he guided me up into the truck seat, lifting me and then closing the door. I reeled over what had just happened. For years I had fantasized about being with a guy while I was dressed as a girl. It made me hot thinking about it as I chatted with some random man, and I would get hard and masturbate to it. I wasn't gay though. I never considered actually doing anything with a man. Yet, I was wiping the saliva off my lips from being kissed forcefully by a man and I was straightening my skirt after sitting down. I was beginning to go into shock. My mind was going numb to everything that was happening. A part of me thought of jumping out of the truck and running as fast as I could away from him. But another part of me was embarrassed that I was in this predicament, and I didn't want anyone else to find out. Chuck got in the truck and started the engine. Before he pulled out he reached over and grabbed my bare knee, squeezing it and running his finger up the inside of my thigh a little. Instinctively I squeezed my knees together and held my skirt down, worried that he would try to push my dress up. Chuck told me where we were going, and how long it would take to get there. He really did try to calm me down. He could see I was still visibly shaken. "So, where were you going?" He started asking me about my guy life. I turned beat red, but I told him. I was going camping with my two friends, and that I would have to call them to let them know I wouldn't be there. He asked me about my job, and my family. I told him everything. I told him I had never done anything like this before, and that I really had no intention of being with a man. "Well listen baby doll, the girl I know wants this, and I am going to make sure she gets it. You don't have to worry about anything. I am going to take care of you. You won't have to work, just keep house like we talked about, and keep me company. Just be the girl I know, and we will have a great time together. You look really amazing. I like this dress. Keep dressing like this and I will be happy." I looked down at myself and saw what I was wearing, then looked at Chuck in his jeans and flannel shirt, and a feeling I had never felt before came over me. I felt completely emasculated. Chuck was every inch a man. He was big, gruff, and in charge. I felt small, soft, and all too willing to please him to keep him happy. I tried to cover my smooth legs with something, anything. I knew he kept looking down at them as he was driving. I placed my purse on my lap, but that felt even more effeminate. I just tried to concentrate on keeping my knees together. I didn't want to give him any reason to believe that I was asking for something. As we drove I pleaded with him to please turn around and let me go back home. I told him I was sorry that I had misled him, and that I would do anything if he would let me out of this arrangement. All he said was that he knew deep inside that I really wanted this. It felt like minutes, but before I knew it Chuck had pulled off the highway and into the parking lot of a diner. He shut the engine off. "What are we doing Chuck?" I knew what we were doing, but I didn't want to get out here. I felt that nervousness erupt in me again, and I started trembling. I had never been out in public in broad daylight. When I had gone out en femme it had always been at night. It seemed somehow easier to escape the scrutiny of people who may otherwise read me as male. Chuck got out and opened my door. "C'mon baby, let's go get something to eat." He put his hands around my waist and started pulling me out of the truck. I held onto the dashboard, not wanting to get out. "Chuck, I'm not that hungry really. Can we just go?" It was no use. Chuck had me out of the truck and standing next to him. He kept hold of my hand and started walking me towards the door of the diner. I smoothed my skirt behind me, paranoid that it was hiked up, and just nervous that I wasn't projecting an image of femininity. So I tried my best to make sure everything was right. Chuck Towered over me, even in my 3 inch pumps. The breeze tugged at my skirt, and as Chuck opened the door to the restaurant I swallowed a big lump in my throat. We stood waiting for the hostess, Chucks arm firmly around my waist and his hand resting in the small of my back, fingers rubbing over my panty line that he could feel through my dress My eyes quickly scanned the room, to see what sort of people were there, and how I could stay the most anonymous. Right away I caught sight of a group of younger men in a booth directly in front of us. They had noticed us, because the two that were facing away were turning around and looking at me. Chuck was busy reading the menu, and I discreetly pulled my hair behind my ear and averted my gaze. I found myself nuzzling in closer to Chuck. "Table for two?" The hostess came over and picked up two menus, walking us right past the men. "I love your outfit. It's really cute!" She smiled and pointed to my dress. My face flushed, not knowing what to say. I felt stumbly and awkward. I fussed with the dress and looked down at the hem. Stumbling through my words, I got out a meek thank you. We sat down directly across the aisle from the men at the booth. I smoothed my dress down under me and tried to remember to sit as femininely as possible. The last thing I wanted was to attract attention from them, but it felt like no matter what I did they were going to stare at me. I ordered a salad and Chuck ordered a steak, then he grabbed my hand and started asking me about how I felt. His hand felt warm, but mostly big. I noticed how small my fingers looked wrapped up in his. Chuck seemed genuinely interested in how I was doing, and I thought it might be the time to try to reason with him. I explained that what I did with him on the computer was wrong of me, and that it was mostly just fantasy. I told him that I enjoyed what we did, but I never intended for any of it to become reality. As I said this I saw his big smile begin to droop, and it was as if I had put a pin hole in his bright balloon like spirit. He paused for a long moment, sighed, then spoke. "Sarah, the things you made me feel, I have never felt with anyone else. You say that you were just playing out a fantasy, but I wasn't. I told you I intended to make this real and you played along. I know, in your heart, that you really want this to come true. I can see it in you right now. You look amazing and you have been nothing but a lady since you came out of that bedroom. That is not the way a "guy" would behave. No self respecting man would let another man do this to him. I know you want this. You're coming home with me and you WILL be my girlfriend." With those last words I felt a pit open in my stomach, and my heart dropped into it. I was desperately looking for a way out, and it seemed the longer I stayed with him, the harder it would be to get away. Our food came out and we ate, mostly quietly. Chuck would break the silence now and again by telling me a little about his house, or his boat. As we ate I began to panic more and more. I felt my life slipping away, and there was nothing I could do. I was not ready to give up being a man. I was not ready to be someone's girlfriend, to sleep with a man! When we finished eating I told Chuck I had to use the restroom before we got on the road. He said he would settle up the bill and be ready when I got back. I stood up, took my purse and walked towards the ladies room. On the way there, I passed the entrance, and thought to myself I could possibly slip out without him knowing and get far enough away before he realized I was gone, and he wouldn't find me. Before I could muster up the courage to do that though, I had passed the door and thought it would look suspicious if I turned around, so I went into the ladies room. I went into a stall and closed the door. Sitting on the toilet, shaking, I wiped some tears from my eyes with tissues, and tried to work up the courage to leave. Within a minute I had steeled myself, and I left the restroom. I did not dare look around the corner to where Chuck was sitting. I started walking straight towards the door. I began to get tunnel vision and only saw that doorway. I noticed my breath coming fast and shallow. I needed to get out of there. I heard someone behind me. "Miss? Miss, I think you forgot this." It didn't register that it was meant for me. I wasn't used to being addressed as Miss. "Your boyfriend went to the car a few moments ago and I noticed you left your cardigan on the table." She tapped me on the shoulder and I jumped. Startled, I didn't know what to say. Like a confused child, I took the cardigan and couldn't come up with anything to say. "Miss, are you okay?" She held my elbow as if I were about to faint. I felt the room start to spin, and my vision turned to fuzzy green blobs. I lost track of what was happening. From somewhere far away I heard a man's voice. A voice I recognized. When my vision came back I felt huge arms around me, leading me outside. They belonged to Chuck of course, and he had come in right when I started to black out. I instantly felt like a fool for fainting like a Victorian era debutante. I had never fainted before. Chuck noticed me aware of my surroundings again "You need to calm down and breathe. This is all going to be so much easier on both of us if you just accept what is happening to you. It can't be that bad being with me, can it? Chuck eased me into the car, and I thanked him for helping me before he closed the door. Chuck got in the driver's seat and pulled out of the diner, heading towards the highway. I slumped back into the seat, looking forlornly at the side view mirror. I watched the lights of my town disappearing in the evening dimness. It felt as if I was watching my life as I knew it disappear with it. I must have dozed off. I was leaning against the window and I did not know where we were. My knees were together and my legs were turned to the right side of the passenger seat. I noticed my skirt had worked itself up my thigh a little, and I could see the bottom of my slip and five or six inches of my thighs. I sat up and tried to discreetly pull my dress back down to my knees. "I was enjoying that view Sweetheart, leave it up." I was about to mutter something when Chuck reached over and grabbed the hem of my dress. I flinched, putting my hand on top of his as if to stop him, but he started pulling it up. "I said I am enjoying that view." He pulled my dress up further than where it was. My heart raced as I realized just how feminine I felt sitting there in his car, knowing that he was getting turned on by the sight of my legs. I tried to break the awkward silence. "Where are we Chuck?" I honestly didn't know. "We're in Jersey. We have about an hour and a half to go yet baby." His hand went back to my knee and started rubbing. It was so big I almost thought he could wrap his fingers completely around my knee His touch was surprisingly light though, and his fingers traced butterfly arcs up and down the lower part of my thigh. It felt tender and silky through my stockings. I felt something building in the air. It was unspoken, but we both felt it. I had never really experienced it before, but it could only be one thing, his attraction to me coming out as sexual desire. It was raw, heavy. I felt like a pursued rabbit, and he was the wolf. "Sarah, remember what we talked about? About what we would do in the car?" He took his hand from my knee and reached into my lap, grabbing my hand. The pressure he put into grabbing it left no doubt in my mind that he had control of it. I noticed I was holding my breath, and he started moving my hand toward him. It took me a second to realize, and by the time he had my hand past the gear shifter I knew what he was doing. I started to resist, to pull my arm back. I pushed against my feet and as far back away from him as I could and began saying NO! His grip got tighter, and I couldn't move my hand. It began to hurt from him squeezing it. When I started breathing again it came in short gasps. "Sarah, just let it happen." Chuck pulled my hand down onto his crotch and I instantly felt his massive bulge completely filling his pants tightly. He ran my hand up and down and made me feel his entire package. It was more massive than I could have imagined, and it evoked fear in me. He slid my hand up and down for a few seconds, then put it on the steering wheel. "Hold this for a second." I didn't know what he was doing, and I looked out the windshield to steer. When I heard his belt buckle come undone I felt an icy chill run down my back like I have never felt. I didn't dare look over, but the sound of his zipper going down left no room for questioning. Chuck grabbed the steering wheel, and told me to pull it out of his pants. Panicking, I froze for a moment, until he said louder to pull it out. I swallowed hard, and closed my eyes as I reached down to his package. My fingers hit skin and I knew instantly that I was touching his cock. Two fingers gently touched either side of his shaft, doubled over in his shorts. "Pull it out NOW." Chuck grunted. I whimpered okay in a desperate, soft voice, then began to wrap my fingers around his shaft. I still had my eyes closed and couldn't really comprehend what I was feeling. I was so used to holding mine, that when I realized I couldn't quite wrap my finger around his shaft I whispered a faint Oh My God! I started lifting it out and it got heavier and heavier the further I pulled it out. It was impossibly big. Finally, his head cleared his zipper and he popped out into my small hand and it leaned heavily to one side, it's swollen and mostly stiff mass hot and throbbing in my hand. For a few seconds I just sat there, holding it, while I felt it swell and stiffen. He didn't get much longer, but his girth grew, and it stood straight up now. Chuck pulled over in a darkened rest area off the highway and put the car in park "Well?" Chuck looked at me as if I was holding back, then made a motion that told me what he expected. My body reacted involuntarily and jumped back as a desperate plea shot through my lips. "No, oh god no I can't!" I squirmed as far away from as I could, wanting to push myself through the car door, but his arm shot out and his hand went around the back of my neck. His other hand grabbed one of my wrists and pinned it to my lap. He pulled my head towards him and he leaned in close. His lips were inches from mine, and he looked angry. "If you don't bend over and put my cock in your mouth right now and start sucking, you will never see the light of day again Sarah. Do what you are supposed to do now!" I pulled back as hard as I could, but his hand brought my head slowly down to his crotch, and it wasn't long before his cock filled my vision. Chuck had just told me he was going to kill me if I didn't do this, and with resigned defeat I watched as the head of his cock made contact with my lips, hesitated a moment, and kept sliding into my mouth. I spent the next five minutes wondering in my head how I had gone from being excited about a down and dirty camping trip with the fellas to being dressed as Sarah in my blue daisy print dress and sucking a man's cock in his car. Chuck rhythmically pushed my head down as he thrusted his hips up, forcing his shaft further into my throat. I struggled to keep my mouth open wide enough so that his girth fit inside. He would push me to the point of gagging, then let my head come up and do it again. His cock felt hot across my lips, and now that it was slippery with my saliva, it slid effortlessly. My eyes were mostly closed, but when I did open them I was exasperated to see that only about half of his shaft was going into my mouth. This man was huge. I was also hyper aware of the fact that Chucks other hand was resting firmly on my ass as I leaned over to the side to suck him. He rubbed it vigorously, and kept pulling my dress up and over my hips. I remembered the long chats we would have online about he was going to fuck me. He readily admitted that most of the time he was a little rougher than a lot of women could take. He said it just happened that way, and he could be soft and passionate too, but that he just liked to FUCK a lot. I couldn't allow myself to go down that road. I could never come back from it. I had to get away. I noticed Chucks cock actually getting bigger in my mouth, and as if it weren't hard enough, it became even harder. I could almost taste the new surge of hot blood coursing through the veins in his manhood. "Baby, I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum!" Holy shit! I hadn't even had time to think all of this through, and now it was about to happen. His fingers started wrapping around my hair and he held me tightly. I could feel his muscles tensing up. He started holding his thrusts up in my mouth. I told myself to take a breath in. No sooner did I do that than I felt his cock spasm. "FUUCK!" Chuck shot a long sream of semen into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat. As it registered that I was tasting hot salty liquid, his cock spasmed again. The second stream bigger than the first. It filled my throat and started filling my mouth. "Swallow it bitch! Swallow!" Chuck was grunting more line an animal than a man. It just happened. Reflex took over and I felt my throat open and swallow. Chuck's semen slid down my throat and disappeared, only to be replaced by more streams of cum. His cock kept pulsing and I kept feeling his juice land on my tongue. The long streams subsided, and got weaker and lighter. Finally, I felt no more liquid coming out of him, and I swallowed the last bit, not wanting to taste it on the front of my tongue. His cock began to deflate, but he kept it in my mouth. Caressing my head, and rubbing my ass gently now, he moaned, soft and deep. He exhaled deeply and fully sank into his seat. "That was good baby. You did good." He let go of my head, and allowed me to lift my face out of his crotch. His cock still impossibly long, it slid past my lips, his mushroom soft head the last thing to leave. It flopped heavily to the side as it left my mouth, and I immediately began wiping my chin. I sat up, fixing my dress and my hair. "Baby, you keep sucking my dick like that and we are going to get along great!" You're the first girl to be able to swallow all of my cum without spilling any." Small consolation I thought to myself. I couldn't believe what had just happened. I had spent most of my male life believing that sucking a mans cock would be the end of the world. As a boy, that gets reinforced in every circle of friends you hang out in. As a young man, you try desperately to appear as masculine as possible. We convince each other that that act would kill us. Yet, here I was. Still alive, still breathing, and not hurt. As I stared out the window I allowed myself to think that it wasn't AS bad as I thought it would be. "Chuck, that was really intense for me. I have never done that before." I was still catching my breath and resetting myself. "You did great Sarah. I knew you would. Just trust me, okay?" Chuck zipped his pants up, started the car, and took off again. I pulled the visor down and looked at myself in the mirror. I couldn't really see Rob. I saw Sarah. I opened my purse and took out my compact to fix my powder and internally chuckled at what I was doing. The rest of the ride I was very aware that I had just given Chuck a blowjob, and that I had swallowed a man's cum. I dwelled on it, and what it meant. Chuck kept his hand on my knee most of the time, or held my hand. It felt different now though. It didn't feel predatory. It felt comforting, and warm. He smiled over at me sincerely, and I saw emotion in his eyes. He had wanted this to work so badly, I could tell. I started not to look at him as just a predator, but a human being, with feelings and complexities just like me. We pulled into Chuck's driveway, and I was impressed. I had started to suspect that Chuck lived in some run down trailer with a bunch of garbage outside, and beer cans strewn al lover. Not that he was dirty, just that he didn't seem to care what people thought, nor did he seem to be the type of man to care about image and status. His home was small for sure, but it was well kept, on the outside. There was a neat little lawn with a fence around it, a boat in the driveway in front of the one car garage, and a wood sided house that was pleasantly lit up. My thought in the last hour had strayed from the sexual act I just performed on the man next to me to trying to figure out how I am going to deal with this current situation while not giving up on my life completely. I hadn't called my friends yet, and a quick peek at my phone showed about a dozen missed calls. I'm sure they had gone to my apartment and seen my car, wondering where I was. If they had gone in they would have found all of my female things strewn over my bed, left in the rush to pack a suitcase. I knew that Alex had once known where I hid the spare key, but wasn't sure if he would go in. I small knot slowly built in my stomach worrying about that. Work was another issue. I had until Monday morning to get back to work. It was Friday evening, so I had two days to figure this out. TWO DAYS?? Was I really ready to accept this situation for two days? This is the longest I had ever been dress en femme, and it had lost a bit of its mystique. It was starting to feel like just another set of clothing. I started dealing with the realization that I may have to spend a couple of days like this before I could convince Chuck to let me go back to my life. That meant waking up tomorrow and being dressed all day, again all day on Sunday. All I could hope for was that Chuck didn't want to go anywhere, and we just stayed home. I was really nervous about interacing with people. I hadn't even realized Chuck had gotten out of the car. I was so deep in thought about my situation. His big frame appeared in my door window, and he opened the door, carrying my suitcases. "Come on baby, I want to show you your new home." Chuck seemed very eager to get me in the house. I was distinctly aware that every time he spoke, he seemed to mention the permanence of this situation, and it filled me with dread. I swug my legs out of the truck, keeping my dress hem pulled down towards my knees as I slid out of the seat. I saw Chuck staring at my legs, and I noticed the sweet, warm smile had been replaced with the look of the predator again, and I got butterflies. We walked up the walkway towards the door. Before we got to the front steps Chuck grabbed my arm and stopped me. "Let me do this right!" He put down my suitcases and slid an arm down behind my knees, and another up under my arms behind my back. With surprising ease he lifted me into his arms, carrying me like his blushing bride. My knees together, and my arm around his thick neck, he carried me up the stairs and across the threshold of his home. When we got inside he set me down on the floor, my dress hem gliding across his hand as he slid it out from behind my knees. I stood in the middle of the livingroom while Chuck grabbed my bags. He came in and set them down inside the door, then walked to me with purpose I knew what was coming again, his stare and gait left no room for wondering. He took hold of my waist with his arms and pulled me into him and began kissing me deeply. His tongue filling my mouth and massaging my tongue. His saliva was a little sweet, and pungent. I felt my pumps dangling as he lifted me off my feet. My arms folded in front of me instinctively pressed into his chest, tryignto push away, but they did no good. After several minutes he was still holding me and kissing me just as passionately as he first started. My arms gave out and I had no place to put them except around his neck. My tenseness relaxed, and I allowed my jaw and lips to soften. His scruffy e beard foreign against my smooth chin and cheeks. It had been a long time since I kissed anyone, and I forgot what it felt like to be that close with someone, to tatse their saliva and breath. It was intimate. There were moments when I had forgotten who and what we were, and I just let myself exist in the moment, kissing him back. nHe had started walking forwards. My back contacted the wall, and he pinned my body there, holing me up with the pressure of his mass. Not needing to hold onto his neck anymore, I let my hands slide down to the top of his shoulders. I felt his hands working down off my waist, over m y hips, and grabbing gmy thighs. He pulled them up around his waist and told me to wrap them around home. I did it without interrupting the kiss. He started walking again, this time with me wrapped around his waist. His hands started pulling the back of my dress up, crumpling the fabric into his grip with each fistful. As if shocked back to reality, I snapped out of the daze of his kiss, remembering what was actually happening. I tried to swipe his hands away fromk my hips with my hand. Tried to make him let go of my dress. He was already yunder it, and kneading the soft flesh of my ass with his fingers. "Chuck, I'm not ready for this yet. It's too fast" I caught my breath as I pulled my lips away from his. I could feel the distinct bulge in his pants pressing into my crotch. With no fabric in the way except my panties, I was able to feel the shape easily. Chuck rested his forehead in the crook of my neck, and slowly lowered me o the floor. My dress getting hung up between us, my heels touched down gently and I tried to pull my skirt down. Chuck's hands rested on my hips. I held onto his arms. "Baby, I want to make love to you." Chuck whispered it in my ear in a deep, low voice, and I felt his hands work around my back and up the zipper of my dress. He pulled it down to the small of my back and I felt it open and get loose. He let go of me and told me to take it off. Backign away, he eyed me possessively, and I felt my face get flushed. I did not want to undress in front of him, but I did it, pulling my arms out of the dress, and holding it up against my breasts. I couldn't look up at him. I kep my gaze down at my feet. I didn't want him to see how embarrassed I was. He told me to drop it, and he reached out and gently pulled my arms away from my body. It slid down effortlessly over my body, and came to rest crumpled in a delicate pile at my feet. I stepped out of it and Chuck led me by the hand down the hall, and into his bedroom. Panic ran through my mind. I felt like a child being taken to his room after being punished. His room was small. A queen sized bed on a metal frame took up most of the space. It was dimly lit, and there was a narrow walkway between the dresser and the bed. Chuck let go of my hand and started taking some clothes off the bed. I stood there silent, trembling. I felt cold, but it wasn't cold. I had run out of options. I was not going to talk Chuck out of this. It wasn't happening, it couldn't be happening. Chuck turned and sat down, pulling me over to him and snapping me out of thoughts. He pulled me up on his lap, my legs straddling his, and started kissing me again. I kept getting glimpses of my arms next to his, or his thighs next to mine, and I felt and looked delicate. He looked masculine, strong. I felt something I hadn't felt before. I admired his masculinity. I felt like I could be around it without being threatened by it like I had my whole life. He was not trying to be a better man than I was. He didn't see me as a man. He saw me as a woman, and al of a sudden I felt free to appreciate his bulk, his smell, I couldn't believe I was thinking these thoughts, butI didn't find myself struggling against his grip, or the way he aggressively rubbed my ass. I realized that my hands were down at my sides, and resting on top of his thighs. I was touching them, rubbing them, and it felt nice. I fought against that feeling internally. I did not want to like this. I wanted out as soon as possible. Chuck stood up with me on his lap, holding me in place. He turned around and laid me down on my back. My heart raced as I saw him stand up and begin to undo his pants.. My legs were still spread and he stood on the side of the bed, pressed up tight into my thighs. "Baby I have been waiting so long for this!" He dropped his pants quickly, and his entire manhood came out, rising steadily with every breath he took. In seconds, it was stiff and rect.It was unbelievably massive now that I saw it like this. I couldn't believe he could be that big. Chuck grabbed both of my legs and lifted them up straight in the air, grabbing both my ankles with one hand and holding them tight. He leaned in closely over me and stuck his middle finger in my mouth and told me to lick it to get it wet. I did as he was told, and when he pulled it out I told him I was nervous. "Don't worry baby girl, I'm going to loosen you up first." With that, he pulled my panties aside, slid his middle finger up the crack of my ass until he found my hole, and started pressing. My body tightened. My jaw clenched, and I inhaled sharply as his finger pushed into my ass. I invol8untarily squirmed, and my ass came off the bed. His grip was firm on my ankles though, and he held me there. "Don't fight it baby. Relax and let it happen." He pulled his finger out and put a big glob of spit on it, then slid it in again, turning it around, twisting from side to side. It felt like he had a cucumber stuck up in me. I didn't dare look at him. My head turned to the side, I didn't want him to see how much I was struggling with this. There was no way he was going to get that cock of his inside me. His finger was big enough, and I had to bite my lip when he pushed it in. Eventually he pulled his finger out. I opened my eyes and looked up at him. His red cock throbbing and pulsating there between my legs. He started wiping ghis cock with his spit,until it was dripping, then he picked my ass up off the bed, and slid my panties over my hips and ass just low enough to expose my ass. Letting go, his body started to slide forward. His head and shouders going between my legs. My heels sticking straiht up in the air, his hairy body sliding along my bblack stockings. His arms hooked around my knees, and his face now right above mine, I felt thw weight of his body. I felt the heat of his erection laying between my inner thighs. "Baby, look at me." I didn't want to. I started to panic again, and squirm. I didn't want this to happen. I knew there was no way back from this. I saw images of me as a man, laughing with my friends, drinking in a bar and talking about girls. Thinking that just yesterday I was a normal guy. I felt Chucks weight come off of me and his hips lift up, allowing me to breathe. I dared open my eyes and look up at him. I felt the head of his cock being pressed up against my hole, now loosened up and wet, and with surprising ease, felt it start slipping in. "No no no! No no! Chuck don't do this!" I whimpered breathlessly as I felt the rest of his head pop past my anus. "Shhh, Sara this is happening." Chuck looked direcly into my eyes, and locked me there. He started pushing, and my eyes went wide and my mouth opened with shock and awe. I felt every millimeter of his shaft slide past my tight hole. It felt impossibly tight, but it kept sliding in. I felt it fill me, felt it pulse inside of me. Chuck grunted as he seated his member firmly into me, and he melted down on top of me. My world spinning, I tried to hold onto the sheets in an effort to steady myself. When I realized that Chucks cock was fully inside of me I sighed, and a tear ran down my cheek. I felt his sweaty mass on top of me, breathing hard, and resigned to it. Chuck pulled his shaft out and I felt as if I would lose control. It was as if he was removing a torpedo that had not exploded from the wounded hull of a ship. He pushed again and I filled up, again thinking there was no way he could any more inside of me, but it kept going. With every thrust, the intensity waxed and waned. I felt hot. Loose, out of control. Chuck began massaging my breasts aggressively, and sweating more. He bit my lip, and burrowed his moist head into my neck. His cock sliding in and out of me, it began to grow impossibly harder. I felt it stiffen inside of me. Chuck began thrusting harder and deeper. It hurt. I asked huim in a muffled voice to please stop, but he did not hear me. I pushed him away but he did not move. I tried to pull away only to find his meaty hands pulling down on my shoulders. I was locked down, unable to move. Chucks body heaved and thrusted. Swelling. Chuck started grunting. Guttural. His body was slippery with sweat, and he was thrusting hard. I felt his body tense tightly...holding me firmly on him. He started a low deep growl that kept going. At the end of it his cock spasmed inside of my body and I felt a wave of liquid shoot into me. It was long. I closed my eyes tightly, knowing that Chuck was cumming in me at that moment. His growl built in power. "FUUUCKKK!" He arched his head up and out, biting his lip. I Felt another pulse of his cock, and another long sure of cum shoot into me. He was buried deep, twitching, grippign my shoulders so tight I knew it would leave a mark. Chuck came four times. Each time feeling as if someone were emptying a jar of liquid inside of me. He collapsed on top of me, breathing heavily. I wrapped my arms around him and found my self comforting him. He had spent himself completely, and his limp body felt vulnerable lying there. He nuzzled his face into me and smelled me. "Shh, Chuck, Shhh" I couldn't bring myself to think of what we just did, and I found myself wanting to comfort this man. I kissed his sweaty shoulder, and caressed him. His cock deflated and slowly left me. Chuck crawled up onto the bed and spooned me from behind, his member still dripping semen. He rubbed my belly slowly and gently kissed the back of my neck. Within minutes, he had fallen asleep. I slipped out of his arms and tiptoed into the bathroom, pulling my panties back up. In the bathroom I stared at myself in the mirror for a long time. My makeup smeared, my hair a mess, and feeling very vulnerable. I started crying. I cried for a long time. I think I mourned the loss of Rob. All I could think of was not feeling repulsed at having been made move to by a man, but at the warmth I felt in comforting him after he came inside of me. I was shocked at how easily it came to me, and when I thought about there in the bathroom, I liked it. I took my makeup off, and put on the nightgown I had brought with me, then silently slipped back into bed with Chuck. Ilifted his arm and put it back aroujd my waist, and I pressed in tightly against him. In the morning, I woke to the feeling of him grinding up against me. His cock was fully hard, and my nightgown had already been lifted up over my hips. Chuck made love to me again. Slow, tender lovemaking. He stayed inside of me forever, just filling me. The longer he was in me the more I did not want him to leave me. When he was finished I flumped back on the bed and fell asleep again. I laid there examining my thoughts. It felt really nice waking up to him. I started to think about a life with him. I snuck out of bed and into the kitchen. Making breakfast, I lost myself in the chore, a smile on my face. I knew that deep inside of me, Chuck semen was still swimming. I made toast and eggs, amd coffee, even though I hated the smell of coffee, I knew Chuck drank it. I brought it into him and gently woke him. He grumbled and snorted like a rhinosaurus, and inhaled the food quicker than I thought anyone could. I sat on the side of the bed staring at him, wondering how and why I felt the way I did. When he was done he reached out and caressed my legs. "Baby, this is amazing. This is exactly what we talked about." Chuck smiled at me as he touched my knees. He motioned for me to snuggle up next to him, and I hopped over the tray and under his arm. We talked about the rest of the day, and what we had to do. I told him about my job, and about how I was nervous about calling them and telling them I was quitting. "Don't worry about quitting just yet Baby. Just tell them you need a leave of absence. Make sure you want to stay with me first. If you do want to quit though, You know I will take caf? of you." Chuck just gave me an out. I heard it. Instead of wondering how I was going to capitalize on it though, I was wondering how I tell my boss I need a leave of absence. I laughed to myself at the irony. "What are you laughing at?" Chuck looked at me and smiled. I said nothing and just shook my head playfully. He began to tickle me, exactly the way we had talked about those months before. Playfully, lovingly. We kissed, and tickled each other. He held me down and tickled me until I started to pee myself, then he let me up. I got on top of him and tried my hardest to get him to laugh, but it didn't work. He laughed when I gave up. The morning slipped by as we played in the bed, and I forgot about Rob. Chuck wanted to take me out and show me the town, and go to the mall so I could buy some more things. He knew I didn't bring much. I got dressed, wearing a short, grey skirt, and a lavender babydoll sweater, with dark grey tights. Chucked had always told me he loved me in short skirts. I was self conscious wearing it, but he wanted me to. It felt better though, knowing he was by my side. Nothing would happen to me. The entire afternoon walking around the mall was magical, and surreal. I kept seeing the images of me and Chuck holding hands in the store windows, and having to remind myself that I was the girl in that image. I spent so long looking at couples in public and wondering what it felt like to be her. It felt nice! As went into the first store I felt his semen start to leak out of me. I started to look around and feel self conscious. Chuck noticed and asked me what was wrong. "I think I am leaking from last night Chuck," I whispered to him. I Could feel moistness in my panties. I didn't want to leak all day, so I decided I would try to find something to help. Chuck looked at me as if he had no clue, and just shrugged his shoulders. I walked into the drugstore in the mall, and timidly went into the feminine hygiene aisle. I had no idea what was going to be more appropriate. As I looked at the different kinds of tampons and panty liners, I thought how crazy it all was. I picked a package, and paid for them at the register. I didn't even hesitate. I needed them, and I didn't have the time to ponder how weird it all was. In the bathroom stall I wiped off the little bit of Chuck's semen that had leaked out, and stuck a liner inside my panties. I had never done this before, and when I pulled my panties up and fixed my skirt, I had this immediate sensation that I was wearing a diaper. It felt bulky in my underwear. "Got your feminine hygiene needs taken care of sweetheart?" Chuck smiled and chuckled at my little dilemma as I came out of the ladies room. I'm sure he thought it was all very cute, but I could already see this being annoying. I could feel more of his semen leaking out, and knew I was going to have to change my liner again soon. I thought this is what it must feel like to have a heavy flow day.