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"Cut! That's a wrap," said Phil, the cameraman. "There it is, that look." Jimmy had just pulled his still hard 8" member out of his co-star's wet pussy. "What look?" asked Nikki, somewhat distracted as she lay back contentedly on the couch they had just had sex on. Phil piped up. "You always look like you just took a hit of heroin after we film a cumshot. Your eyes glaze over and look, you're even still fingering yourself after the scene is done. I've worked with a lot of porn stars but I don't know anyone who loves it as much as you do." Nikki rolled off the couch and smoothly landed on her 7" platform heels. Still looking a bit dazed, she tucked her naturally sagged 34G breasts into a custom bra with a practiced motion. "I just like cum, that's all." Three Years Earlier: Nick "the Dick", as he liked to think of himself, was in fine form tonight. He'd found a big-boobed redhead at the club and was returning to their table with fresh drinks. Hers had a little something extra; he had dropped a roofie into it with a smooth motion as he picked it up from the bar. Flexing his pecs so she could see his toned physique, he set the glass in front of her. Nick watched 'whateverhernamewas' take a sip. He tensed momentarily when she frowned, had she tasted something off? He relaxed when she smiled slightly and took a deep drink. 'Excellent', he thought. It was going to be easy to get her back to his apartment and get her skirt off. They chatted for a few minutes about anything. Nick was good at small talk while waiting for the drug to take effect and make her more susceptible to his suggestions. As she slammed down the last of her spiked drink, Nick was having trouble concentrating. He couldn't remember what they were talking about. The girl he wanted to fuck was sitting across a small table but to Nick it felt like there was a time lag between seeing her lips move and him hearing her say "Nick, are you alright? You look dizzy. Let's get you out of here." She helped him stand and kept an arm around him as they walked out of the club; he looked like he needed the help with balance. After plopping him into the back seat of a taxi, she checked the address in his wallet and they drove to his apartment. As he lay down on his bed, while losing a battle to remain conscious, she said to him, "Just relax Nikki. Go to sleep now and you'll wake up a whole new person." "Call me Nick, Nikki is a girl's name..." was the last thing Nick mumbled before unconsciousness overcame him. Waking up with a throbbing hangover, Nick thought he needed coffee to relieve the pain. Sitting up in bed caused a disturbing disorientation. First there was an unknown weight that shifted from the side of his chest to the center. When he looked down to examine it long dark brown hair fell forward, obscuring his vision. He tried to brush the hair aside but poked his face with long fingernails that extended an inch past his fingertips. Exclaiming, "What the Fuck!" only added to the disorientation when a smooth soprano voice rung in his ears. Jumping out of bed to look in the full length mirror caused much more chest jiggling. Finally Nick stood still and quiet. Speechless actually, looking at the big eyed and open mouthed woman staring back at him from the mirror. She had long brown hair down to her mid back. She was wearing only pink panties, displaying a very large bust that hung to slightly below her elbows. The tight fitting panties left no doubt that there was no manhood inside. Not believing his own eyes, Nick ran into the bathroom to look in a different mirror. The same brunette woman looked back. Seeing a pink robe with frilly trim on the back of the door, he covered his nakedness, not yet wondering why it was there. On the edge of hysteria, Nick ran to the kitchen and reached for the cabinet above the fridge, where he kept the hard liquor. This only added to the disorientation when he discovered he could no longer reach up that far. 'OK, Nick old boy, get a grip on yourself. Somehow you've changed into a woman! How could this happen! What do I do now!?!' Looking frantically around the apartment Nick started to notice some changes. It was his apartment but instead of the supercar posters that had been on the walls now there were framed images of cats and flowers. The shoe rack by the front door had a couple pairs on it as expected but these had high heels and looked to be half of the size he wore. Realising for the first time that his old grey robe had been replaced with a fluffy pink one he explored the bedroom closet and dresser. All he could find were women's clothes. All of the shoes had high heels, some extremely high. The clothes he thought generally looked slutty, the kind of outfits he liked to see on his conquests. 'I'll search the internet,' he thought. Looking at his laptop where he'd left it on the kitchen table; he noticed a sticky note on the keyboard. 'There is a new contact in your Skype list, named Andromache. Start a video chat and I'll explain,' signed with a little heart. With more than a little trepidation, Nick opened the app and called the new contact. It was answered almost immediately. "Well hello Nikki! I'm so glad you called right away rather than trying to figure this out on your own." It was the same redhead that Nick had tried to pick up at the club last night. "What's happened to me? How do I get my own body back?" stammered the confused Nick. "What's happened is that I've turned you into a woman. You see, I'm 2500 years old and I've learned how to do a few things in that time." "You're a witch?" "You could use that term, even if it's not the 'bunch of women dancing in the moonlight' you're thinking of. I'm just someone who has learned a few useful tricks. Like how to protect myself from viruses, aging and even from spiked drinks! I can taste Rohypnol. I can also project the effects onto the person that spiked the drink. You see, I had heard that there was a man using the drug to assault women around here. It's too bad I don't have time to find all of the abusers of women around the world but luckily I found you! Now I'm punishing you with a lifetime sentence." "What, your turning me into a woman for life as punishment?!?" asked a flabbergasted Nick. "Not at all honey, being a woman is wonderful, that's the good part. No, the punishment is an addiction to sex. With men. Every few days you will gradually be overcome with a craving for semen. You will find that this craving can only be satisfied with fresh semen, coming directly from a penis." "That's impossible! First, there is no such thing as an addiction to semen and secondly there is no way I would ever touch another man's penis!" "Before you tell me what's impossible, consider this, did you think it was possible to go to sleep in one body and wake up in another, of the opposite sex?" Nick had no answer for that one. "Also honey, don't think of it as 'another man's penis' because you're not a man anymore. The sooner you get used to that idea the easier the transition will be. I've even made an effort to make this easier for you. Since you will soon be preoccupied with getting some action I've taken care of details so you don't need to worry. An email from your account has resigned you from your job, so you don't need to go into work tomorrow. Your meager savings have prepaid the rent for six months and you have enough clothes to get through till then. Since you don't cook I've prepaid gift cards for a couple of nearby takeout places. I've even tried to make it easy for you to attract the men you will need. The body you are in is what you would have wanted for a one-nighter. Notice the breasts. In keeping with your preferences, I gave you a jumbo set of what you like to call 'hangers'. Only about one in a million thin women has a bust like yours, it's that rare. You will find a selection of pretty custom-made bras in the top drawer of your dresser. They're from a shop in town. Call the number on the tag when you need another. Oh, but first you will need to earn some money. I drained your account to buy what you need to start a new life." Nick tried to soak up this information. It was too much to process so he just blurted out, "I'm short! You made me short!" Not at all, you're 5' 4", precisely the height of average woman. That said you will need to use the step stool I left in your closet to get anything off of a top shelf. Besides Nikki, if you wear the 6" stripper heels that are in your closet you'll be almost as tall as you used to be." That last comment was too much for Nick to bear. He yelled at the screen, "I will not wear stripper heels, don't call me Nikki and I certainly will not touch any man's cock!" Andromache responded, "I will not tolerate incivility. You will have more questions; call me back when you are prepared to be polite." As Nick tried to interrupt the screen went blank. "Dammit!" he yelled in his new soprano. Pondering his circumstances, he thought he could use a coffee to help think. Making a pot was tricky with those absurdly long nails. Nick had always found them to be a turn-on when an attractive woman wrapped them around his dick, now he thought his first step would have to be cutting them off. While the coffee was percolating Nick stepped into the bathroom and looked in the drawer in the vanity. He stopped and stared at what was there. It was all of the usual stuff found in a bathroom drawer but not quite what he expected. A new purple toothbrush, an oversized hairbrush and his five-blade razor was replaced with a 'lady shaver' which looked exactly the same except it was pink and had a higher price on the tag. The second drawer was full of makeup supplies where cans of manly deodorant and body spray had once sat. He found the nail clippers wrapped in another sticky note which said 'Don't cut off those nails! They'll help you to get what you need!' He looked in the mirror. A pretty face looked back. Below that the belted robe followed the lines of a curvy body, the kind he had loved to chase. Was it actually possible that he would need to attract a man? He pushed the thought away. 'Of course not! I only do women!' Despite the internal reassurance, Nick dropped the clippers back in the drawer and walked back to get a coffee with the long nails intact. Having settled his nerves with the coffee yet still having no idea how to get back to being himself, Nick realised he was hungry. The fridge and cupboards contained just what he remembered, nothing. 'I'll have to go out to get something.' The thought of going out in public looking like that caused a shudder. Searching the closet for something to wear Nick discovered there was no sign of his old boy clothes. Everything seemed to be tiny skirts and dresses. 'I can't wear a dress!' Hanging at the end of the rack was a pair of pants. They were bright red and shiny but at least they had two legs. Throwing the robe onto the bed he pulled them up. They were skin tight and when he looked in the mirror he was dismayed to see the center seam had neatly parted his pussy lips, leaving a very visible camel toe. 'No, no, no, being a woman is bad enough I can't be sexy too! There must be something in here that won't attract too much attention.' Pulling off the wet-look leggings he pulled on a denim skirt. It was mini, reaching about halfway between crotch and knee but at least it wasn't micro like most of the others. The only casual top to be found was a grey tee-shirt with the caption 'GOSH, BEING A PRINCESS IS EXHAUSTING.' Refusing to put on a bra Nick pulled the shirt over his head. While looking down for shoes he realised that he needed to pull that long hair out of the shirt. All of the shoes had high heels. Looking for what would be the least overtly sexy he chose a pair of casual mules with a 4" cork wedge. Slipping into them he noticed another difference with this body, his ankles could now flex much farther down than his old ones would. Looking in the mirror he saw a casually dressed woman that he hoped would not attract too much attention. As was habit the last thing Nick did before walking out was to reach for his wallet and keys from the hall table. There he found his wallet replaced with a purse. Inside was his apartment keys, with a large furry ball attached. Also, lip gloss, a small hairbrush and a folding mirror. His wallet had been replaced with a lavender leather wallet that had no cash but it did have gift cards to several nearby restaurants. His favorite Thai place was only two blocks away so he headed there. Having no pockets Nick slung the long strapped purse over a shoulder and stepped out of the building. It was a warm day but the light breeze felt cool under the skirt. Along the walk Nick became aware of a couple of new sensations. First, he had chosen those shoes thinking that they would be the most subtle option in the closet. However, he was acutely aware that with each step the shoe made an audible slap against his foot. That hardly seemed as nondescript as he'd hoped. The other was his breasts jiggling with each step. There was so much movement that by the end of the first block the nipples were hard from rubbing on the shirt. Around this time he noticed a man staring openly at his chest and a woman frowning. Feeling a little flush, he walked into the restaurant and saw his buddy Quy behind the counter. They usually exchanged some macho joke when Nick ordered. Today Quy was staring at Nick's chest. Clearing his throat to get Quy's attention, Nick heard his soprano voice ask for a lemongrass stir-fry to go. Taking a seat on the couch in the waiting area Nick crossed his legs when he noticed the denim skirt rode up dangerously close to crotch level. As Quy came back from delivering the order to the kitchen, Nick found his phone in a pocket of the purse. It was the same type of phone he'd had before but with a lilac coloured case that had flower stickers on it. There was only one name in the contacts, Andromache. Trying to type he could not touch the screen with the tips of his thumbs because of the nails. He had to use the heel of the thumb. While waiting the cooks seemed to pop out of the kitchen several times to say something to Quy in Thai. Wondering why they were all at the front desk Nick looked up to see the three of them staring. After what seemed like an interminable wait, Nick walked out with a brown baggie of food. As he left the thought occurred: 'Quy certainly is handsome. I wish he wasn't wearing an apron so I could see how big a bulge he has. Wait, what! No no no no! Where did that come from?!?' On the walk back he again noticed the movement of those breasts caused irritation. When he got home his nipples were quite sore. After eating, Nick opened the computer and called Andromache again. "Are you prepared to be polite this time?" She asked. "Yes, please don't hang up. I need help. Will you please make me a man again?" "That's not going to happen. Don't ask again or I'll close this account and you'll never reach me again." "Okay okay, I'm sorry. Look, I want for a short walk today and my nipples really hurt, how can live with these huge boobs jiggling all over?" "Well Nikki, I think you just answered your own question. I can see you're not wearing a bra under that T-shirt. The big boobs you liked so much will move around a lot. Put on a bra before you get dressed next time. Also, look in the bookmarks of your Firefox. I left links to websites and videos with information on how to do makeup, coordinate an outfit, put in a tampon and other things a horny girl would need to know." It took an enormous effort not to yell angrily but Nick managed to politely: "Why would I need to know about tampons?" "Well sweetie, you'll likely get your first period in a few weeks, and every four weeks after that. I suggest you read up on it and be prepared. You might want to stick to anal sex or blowjobs during that time." While raging internally Nick stared blankly at the screen for a moment. "You mentioned an addiction, would you please explain that?" "Certainly dear. For you, fresh semen is like a narcotic. Having it delivered inside your body will be the best feeling you can imagine. If you go more than three or four days without it you will get so strung out you'll barely be able to think. You'll sweat, lose coordination, lose interest in food and slur your speech. Also, you'll find that its best to rotate which orifice gets the cock. Your mouth, pussy and ass will all need a shot periodically. If you still like women you can enjoy sex with a woman anytime. Just remember that it won't do anything to relieve your need for a man's cum. You look a bit uncomfortable Nikki. I know this may seem hard to take. I've seen this before. You will hold out the first time as long as you can. One of my previous 'converts' held out for a week and a half. Eventually you will be so overwhelmed with need that you'll tear the zipper down on any man that does not push you away. Remember, the average man is 5" taller and 40 pounds stronger than you now. You can attract better looking and classier men if you don't wait until you're a totally strung out junky." Again, restraining his roiling anger, Nick commented, "Ah, I see. Um, well, OK, that's good to know. You also mentioned earlier that I have no job and no cash. How will I make a living?" "All of your bills have been prepaid for six months, to allow you some time to find your footing, in heels as it were. Take a look through your wallet. 'Nick' no longer exists but you have valid ID cards in the name of Nikki. Take a month or so to get used to your new life and managing the addiction. Then I suggest you start looking for gainful employment. You could try to get a regular job, like as a receptionist for example. That's not impossible but would be difficult. You'll find that most people can't see past your huge chest and will assume you're a whore. It's not fair but that is typically the plight of a pretty and very busty woman. You might find that sex work fills your dual needs of earning money and fucking men. One option is turning tricks on the street but I don't recommend it. It's dangerous. You'd be subjected to violence from clients, from pimps, and you could get arrested and locked away with no access to men. That would be horrific for you. I recommend the porn industry. There you can get paid to fuck men in safer circumstances, just in front of a camera." "Yes, of course, thank you for the information. Thank you for your time Andromache, I think I will study the links you provided for the rest of the day." "Good idea honey. Just think about going out and finding a willing cock sooner than later. The longer you wait, the uglier will be the man willing to fuck you. Good night dearie." The screen went blank. 'I have to find a way to undo this,' thought an overwhelmed Nick. Searching for 'how do I become a man?' brought up links to transgender support websites and a highlighted link to 'A Note From Andromache'. Opening it Nick read, "No one on this planet can transform you the way I did. You can go for a medical transition if you like but that requires a great deal of time and money, many surgeries and you'll still be 5' 4" tall and addicted to cum." Giving up on the transition idea for the moment, Nick watched a few videos on makeup. Getting bored there he tried a few searches: 'how to walk in heels', 'how to put on a bra', 'how to type on a phone with long nails ', 'hot men photos'. Stopping on a photo of a bearded muscleman, she thought 'man, I'd like to run my fingers through that hair!' Nick quickly closed the browser. 'I've got to stop this!' He thought. It was late; he decided a good night's sleep would help him thin clearly. Nick's sleep was troubled. Tossing and turning the apartment seemed to be too warm. All of his dreams seemed to prominently feature men, either celebrities or acquaintances. By the sixth day after having met Andromache, Nikki had achieved almost no sleep for two nights. At this time, her addled mind could only think of cocks. In her mind there was no question she was female and she badly wanted to hold a cock. She needed a cock and nothing else mattered. She could not remember why she had resisted finding a cock to stroke. By late afternoon Nikki was determined to go out and get a cock. She quickly pulled up the red metallic leggings tightly so her pussy was clearly visible. She added a matching fitted top that she had found in the dresser. It had built in support and displayed cavernous cleavage. A pair of clear stripper platform heels were buckled on before she quickly splashed on some bright red lipstick. Looking in the fill length mirror she thought 'that's it, you look hot. Any man will want a piece of this!' Wobbling out onto the street she spotted a fellow in a business suit walking by. Grabbing his arm she said, "Hey buddy, want to come back to my place for a quickie?" After getting over the shock of being accosted like that the fellow replied, "Get away from me you skank! Are you drunk or on drugs?" and pushed her away. Unfortunately for Nikki, the next several attempts had similar results. At her lowest point she grabbed a man by the arm and grabbed his package with the other hand. Shouting obscenities he pushed her to the ground and walked away. It was dark now. Staggering into the alley behind her apartment she came across Sailor Dan, the homeless guy that lived behind the dumpster. Despite having lived on the street for the last 30 of his 50 years, Sailor was still ruggedly handsome. Nikki looked up into his craggy face and begged, "Please, may I suck your cock?" It had been some time since Sailor had had a women, so without saying anything and hardly believing that this could actually be happening, he unbuckled his belt. Not having the patience to wait, Nikki fumbled with her nails to pull his zipper down. Finally accessing the Holy Grail, she held his cock and felt it swell. Kneeling in front of him she took it in her mouth and lovingly licked and sucked, caressing his balls with her nails. As she tasted pre-cum, she was transported to a plane of absolute bliss. When Dan shot a load into her mouth, Nikki swallowed it down like it was the nectar of the gods and lay down on the pavement. Dan lied down beside her and put his arms around her. Gradually Nikki's head cleared and she became aware of her surroundings. As her senses cleared she bit by bit observed that she was lying on the pavement, in an alley, behind a dumpster, cuddling with a homeless guy that smelled like he couldn't remember his last shower. Gently pulling away, she thanked Sailor Dan for his kindly rendered services and trotted as fast as she could in platform heels back to her apartment. On the way to the bathroom she saw herself in mirror. 'You look like you were drunk when you did your makeup' she thought. Stripping off her clothes she took a hot shower, washing every inch of her body repeatedly with rosewood scented soap. After a 12 hour sleep, Nikki woke feeling refreshed, great in fact. Her head was clear, she felt invigorated. Being able to think clearly again, she realised that she never wanted to get that desperate again. She needed help to avoid that. She opened the laptop and called Andromache. "Well hello darling, you look positively chipper this morning! You must have gotten some cock last night didn't you?" Nikki was ashamed of what had happened but reluctantly admitted, "Yes, I swallowed." "And yet you look sad, didn't the cum make you feel good?" "I have never felt better, that was incredible!" "Then what's wrong honey, if it felt that good don't you want to do it again?" Nikki came clean. "Yes I want cum again but not with a homeless guy in the alley!" "Ah yes, I see. I warned you that if you waited too long you would have to lower your standards." "Please help me, I don't ever again want to feel like I did yesterday! It was horrible, I had muscle spasms, was so restless I could not sit still or sleep, I couldn't think of anything but what I needed! Please help me find what I need without having to crawl in an alley!" "Of course dearie, I've already provided the tools you need. You just need to do some work yourself before you get jangly. Have you been studying the links I provided?" "Yes, some." Well, you need to learn how to make yourself sexy and attractive to a higher standard of men. That hot body is only the start. It needs coordinated clothes, hair and makeup to be really attractive. If you wait too long and look like an addled junkie, homeless in an alley is about as good as it will get." "Where can I find better men that are, um, easy?" "One option is to troll the clubs and bars where you used to go in search of women. You might want to try that a few times for the practice. Once you feel you're getting pretty good at seducing men you could call a porn producer and ask for an audition. I left the contact info of several local companies on your laptop." "OK, that sounds like a plan, I'll do that." To Nikki the thought of finding a clean man for a fix sounded heavenly. "Wait, there's one thing though, if I'm screwing different men all the time I'll almost certainly pick up an STD. Won't I become a super spreader and infect the whole town?" "You have nothing to worry about there, I've taken care of that. Remember when I said I've learned how to stop diseases like viruses or bacteria from infecting me? I've given your body the same protection against any type of sexually transmitted disease. Now, you'll age normally, but your body will simply reject any STD it encounters. Also, you can't get pregnant. While you will regularly have a period, your eggs are non- viable, you're infertile." That last statement was both a shock and a relief to Nikki. She had not yet thought of getting pregnant. "OK, um, thank you?" "There you go honey, my converts always come around and thank me. You're a quick study, and you're already thinking of others before yourself. When the possibility of STD's occurred, you thought of your partner's health before your own, I'm so proud of how far you've come so fast!" "Thank you Miss Andromache," said a deferential Nikki. "You so welcome my dear and please, call me Andie. I'll let you go now so you can start planning how to approach your next conquest." Nikki did just that. Straight away she set off to choose an outfit for the evening. It had to be sexy but not skanky. Selecting a black bodycon mini-dress she started preparing. First a black thong panty was pulled on and then a black strapless longline bra. Then the dress, it was off the shoulder but with long sleeves, giving it an illusion of respectability while putting her ample assets on display. After tying the front shirring tight the hem was pulled up until it barely covered her panties. Shiny black satin sock boots with 5" stilettos finished the ensemble. After applying a smoky eye shadow and painting her lips dark red to match her nails she added the final detail, large hoop earrings. With a seductive roll of her hips she strutted into the nightclub. It wasn't full yet so she took a seat at the bar. With a flip of her head she threw her long hair back and looked around the room. Several men were looking at her. She locked eyes on one that looked particularly ripped. He said something to his buddies and walked over to the bar. "Well hello gorgeous, my name is Robert, can I buy you a drink?" Not very original but that did not matter to Nikki. After some general chatter Nikki concluded that this studly dude would fill the need. She cut the preliminary ritual short: "Would you like to take me to your place now?" Robert could scarcely believe his ears, was this really progressing that easily? He paid the tab and called a taxi. A few minutes later they walked into a high-end apartment. It had modern furniture, abstract art on the walls and a bare, polished concrete floor. Robert touched a panel just inside the door and turned the lights and soft music on low. "Should I take off my boots?" "No, please don't," Robert quickly replied. Nikki grinned slightly. It made her feel good that he liked her effort to wear something sexy. Her heels clicked over to the full wall windows where she gazed out over the city. Robert poured drinks and met her there. After a couple more minutes of small talk, Nikki took Roberts drink from his hand and placed the half full glasses on an end table. Putting a hand behind his neck she pulled him close and kissed him deep on the mouth, finding she needed to look up and pull his head down, even in her stilettos. Robert wrapped an arm around her back to pull her body tight to his. Nikki took his free hand and guided it to her generous breast, which he squeezed eagerly. Nikki couldn't resist feeling Robert's package through his trousers. She could feel a swelling erection as she massaged it. In short order they were both breathing heavily. Nikki guided Robert back onto a large, armless easy chair and sat him in its center. Standing in front of him she pushed the top of her dress down, lifting her breasts free. She leaned over toward him, resting on his shoulders. She vaguely remembered that Nick had always thought that for a woman with large hangers, leaning forward was the sexiest pose. While Robert massaged her breasts and sucked her nipples, Nikki placed her feet close together so she could rub her thighs while slowly rotating her hips. As her pussy got wetter, her musky scent wafted through the room. To elevate matters to the next stage, Nikki spread her legs wide, straddling Nikki's knees. She reached inside her panties and massaged her clit. Robert correctly identified the widely spread legs as an invitation and moved one hand down to massage her pussy through the panty. Now Robert took the lead, pulling away from Nikki's eager mouth he said "Why don't we head into the bedroom?" Nikki smiled as she stepped back, holding his hand they walked into the bedroom. Robert helped undress Nikki first. He pulled her dress over her head as she held her long hair out of the way. She unfastened the back of her bra and pulled off her panty after turning so he could get a clear look at the thong back. Standing in nothing but her high heeled boots and earrings she slowly unbuttoned his shirt, running her long red nails across his abs and pecs, playfully pulling at the chest hair. As Robert's pants came off, she lay back on the bed, spreading her legs wide and subtly holding her breasts in front with her upper arms at her sides. Robert pulled a condom out of his end table. Nikki saw it. "No, please, no condoms. I can assure you that I absolutely do not have any STD's." "Are you sure? Maybe we should use one to be certain. I think I'm clean but how can you know?" "No, it's OK, I'm clean and there is no worry about pregnancy." It went against Robert's better judgement but at this point he would go along with anything to consummate the deal with this horny brunette goddess. Robert guided his hard cock into the waiting wet pussy as Nikki wrapped her legs around him. She rubbed her heels on his butt being careful not to poke him with the tips. After a few minutes of stroking, Robert groaned deeply as he shot a load into the back of the hungry pussy. Nikki?s eyes glazed over, she lay back on the bed, so utterly relaxed she was nearly paralyzed. He lay on top of her until his cock had shrunk and fallen out before rolling to the side. They wrapped arms and legs around each other and rested in the afterglow. His was the glow of great sex, hers was a fading high. Both were absolutely satisfied that they had gotten the best they could have wanted. An hour later Nikki slowly got up and dressed. Robert stirred. "Don?t go, spend the night and we can have breakfast together." "I should go now; I?m not looking for a relationship. Thank you for the great sex." Nikki was really thinking ?thank you for the great cum.? "Will I see you again?" "If you would like to repeat an evening like this, I would like that. Here?s my number." Nikki waited nervously on the couch by the reception desk. She had just provided her recent test results showing she was free of STD?s. The room was tastefully decorated which helped put her at ease. She hoped her red micro dress would impress the interviewers. It barely covered her bust and had built in support. She had accented it with gold jewelry and black strappy heels. Having practiced at home for weeks, her long wavy hair and makeup were flawless. The receptionist read a message on her monitor. "Mr. Walsh will see you now, please follow me." She walked behind the young lady who was dressed in a micro mini skirt, stiletto heels and with full glam makeup even though it was 10AM on a weekday. That too helped Nikki feel at ease about her own outfit. When she had made the appointment she was asked to come dressed like a ?porn star?. As they say, ?dress for the career you want, not the one you have.? Brad Walsh introduced himself and offered Nikki a seat in his office. "So you want to work in porn. You certainly look appropriate. Today?s test will start with a photo shoot, and then if you?re comfortable we?ll do a sex scene on video." He called in Phil, the photographer. After a quick introduction they got started. Starting fully clothed Nikki struck various poses she had practiced in the mirror at home. She took direction for some specific poses and expressions Brad wanted to see and gradually peeled off her mini dress and eventually panties. As she bent over to show her curvy butt to the camera Brad saw a heart shaped jewel between her cheeks. "What?s that, are you wearing a butt plug?" "Yes, is that OK? I was hoping we could do anal sex today and wanted my butt to be pre-stretched." "Well well, the lady wants anal so we shall not disappoint. You keep shooting with Phil here and I?ll call in our house actor." A few minutes later Jimmy entered and was introduced. Nikki was pleased to see that he was handsome. Brad noted: "Jimmy here has a remarkable talent for shooting right on cue." With Phil recording and Brad looking on, Jimmy quickly stripped and started stroking his cock to get it hard. "Please, may I?" said Nikki, kneeling in front of him. She took Jimmy into her mouth, sucking and wiggling her tongue. Gently dragging her long nails over his butt Jimmy quickly grew to full length. She switched to deep throating his full length while fondling his balls and butt, occasionally pulling back for a quick breath then diving back down. In short order Jimmy was getting sweaty: "Hold on there a minute, we need to do another scene yet!" Nikki flushed a little. "Sorry, sometimes I get carried away." She pulled out the butt plug and leaned over the end of the couch. Jimmy dove into her sphincter and stoked at the rhythm that made him comfortable. Nikki moaned contentedly as he stroked and reached around to fondle her breasts. After several minutes of recording that action Brad asked Jimmy to deliver. Without further ado, he pulled out and stroked his cock a few times, shooting his load across Nikki?s butt. She reached back and smeared the cum across her butt, pushing a little into her rosebud before licking her fingers clean. She looked up at the team that were watching. "I hope that was OK?" Brad snapped out of his reverie. "Oh yes, very good. I?ll have my assistant set up a date for a full shoot with you. You can get dressed now, that?s all we have time for today." "OK, thank you for the audition. I hope we can work together again, soon." Nikki dressed and left. "Wow, was she eager, and hot! We need to work with her as much as possible." Nikki gradually fell into a routine that satisfied her unique needs. She did porn shoots two or three days a week. Those paid the bills and were somewhat satisfying for the addiction. The problem was that too often the director wanted to film the cum splashing on her butt, boobs or face. Having it on her skin was nice but far less satisfying a high than injecting it inside her body. Given her enthusiasm for sex with men, the demand for her videos increased until she was making far more money than Nick ever had. She also met regularly with Robert and a few other special friends. She even enjoyed going on a conventional date with Robert. They would go out to dinner, or a movie, and then head back to his place for sex. As long as he understood that they could never be exclusive, they could enjoy that time together. No one man could ever satisfy her need for cum. Her days were mostly spent in the gym. She knew she needed to stay in shape to continue attracting the men she craved. After a few months of collecting a hit of cum nearly every day she could no longer remember why she had wanted to go back to being Nick. She remembered that Nick had to work much harder to get sex and never achieved a quarter of what she was getting now. This new life was far too satisfying to want to give it up, even if that were an option.