Despite Kathy’s warning that I’d need to be well-rested for Tuesday’s performance (or maybe because of it), I tossed and turned most of the night, as I searched for a way out of the trap I was in. By the time the sun rose and Kathy woke up, I had pretty much convinced myself that there was no way out. She sent me off to the bathroom for my morning shower and shave, reminding me that I had a big day ahead of me. When I returned to the bedroom, as I anticipated she had laid out my wardrobe for the day. The only surprise was that she hadn’t laid out the garterbelt and stockings, instead leaving a pair of pantyhose for me to put on. Of course, when I put on the skirt she had chosen, I understood why: it barely covered the bottom of my ass, and made wearing stockings impossible. When I finished my makeup and dressing, I again found myself staring into the mirror. Even now, after all I had done, I was amazed at how feminine and sexy I looked. “I really do look like a woman,” I had to admit. “Maybe Kathy’s right. Maybe I am meant to do this.” I ran my hands down my body to the bottom of my skirt and felt my excitement starting to rise. “Would it really be so bad?” I asked myself. “Would it really be so bad to dress like this all the time?” I couldn’t help smiling as I realized the answer: “It wouldn’t be bad. In fact, it would be really nice. I really do like being Suzy, even if I don’t like all the things Kathy makes me do.” Of course, that thought immediately led to remembering the things I had been “forced” to do the day before. “I can’t believe I actually got fucked twice!” I marveled. “Twice!” I turned and looked over my shoulder into the mirror at my ass. “I have to admit,” I mused, “my ass does look like it would be a nice fuck, and in skirts like this, I can’t really blame Steve and Joe for wanting to do me.” I closed my eyes and let my thoughts drift to the day before: Steve’s slow, gentle approach to taking my virginity and Joe’s forceful, no nonsense taking of what he wanted. While their techniques had differed, both had achieved the same result: they had fucked me, cum in me and made me their bitch. “And they’re going to keep fucking me,” I whispered to myself, “so I might as well accept it and enjoy myself.” I opened my eyes and looked into the mirror again, noticing how much more peaceful my face looked. “Well,” I shrugged, “let’s see what the day brings.”
When I got to the kitchen, Kathy nodded approvingly. “You look great,” she complimented. “Damn, I wish I had legs like you!”
“Thanks,” I smiled back.
“Joe’s going to go wild when he sees you in that skirt,” she predicted. “He’s always been a leg man.”
“That must be why his secretary wears such short skirts,” I replied.
“Actually, it’s more like that’s why the hot girl in the short skirts is his secretary,” Kathy laughed, “and why you’re a good bet to replace her.”
I swallowed hard. “Do you really think I can do that?” I asked. “Can I really pretend to be a woman every day?”
“Honey, you still don’t understand,” she smiled. “You’ve been pretending every day of your life until now. When you’re in a skirt, you’re not pretending. This is the real you, not that pitiful excuse for a man that you tried so hard to be. You don’t have to pretend any more. All you have to do is let yourself enjoy being who you are.” She glanced at the clock. “You have just about enough time to grab some breakfast before we have to head over to Joe’s office…unless you want to start watching your weight so you can look your best.”
I ran my hand down my stomach. “I probably could stand to lose a couple pounds,” I admitted, taking her hint. “I think I’ll skip breakfast.”
“Good girl,” she nodded. “Let’s just go see Joe. He won’t mind if you’re a few minutes early.”
The drive to the office didn’t take long, but, by the time I got there, my stomach was in a knot. “Do you think he’s going to want to fuck me again?” I asked.
“Probably,” Kathy nodded. He already knows what a great cocksucker you are. He just needs to make sure that you’re a good fuck, too. He’ll want to make sure you’re willing to do whatever it takes.”
“Am I?” I asked.
“Oh, yeah, you are,” she said firmly. “You’re just about the horniest, most willing slut I’ve ever met, whether you know it or not.”
I took another deep breath and glanced down at my legs, which were nearly completely exposed by the short skirt. I ran my fingers across my thighs and sighed, “I guess I must be or I wouldn’t be dressed like this.”
“Suzy, look at me,” Kathy said firmly. I looked up into her eyes and she continued, “I know you’re having second thoughts. Don’t overthink it. We both know that you love turning men on and you love cock. This is your big chance to completely change your life. All you have to do is go in there and show him how eager you are to please a man. Prove to Joe one more time what a great whore you can be. More importantly, prove it to yourself. Show yourself that you deserve to be wearing that skirt. You can do it.”
As I walked into the office, my head was spinning, but one thing was clear: I was going to do my best to do exactly what Kathy had said. Becky smiled as soon as I got near her desk. “Hi!” she bubbled, “it’s so nice to see you again! Joe was just asking if you had arrived yet. I think he’s really looking forward to interviewing you some more.” She paused and her eyes fixed on my hemline. “And, it certainly looks like you’re looking forward to it, too,” she giggled. “That’s a really, really cute skirt.”
“Thanks,” I tried to smile self-consciously. “I, I hope it’s not too short.”
“Oh, no,” she assured me. “It’s perfect! In fact, it’s exactly the kind of skirt Joe will want you to wear every day if you get the job. It’s very important that you dress appropriately in this position.” She stood up, showing me her skirt, which wasn’t much longer than mine. “See?” she said, “and I have to tell you, this is one of my longer skirts!” She smiled and sat back down. “Anyhow, let me tell him you’re here.” She buzzed his office and said simply, “Suzy is here.” She nodded, hung up and said, “you can go in.”
When I walked into Joe’s office, he was leaning against his desk with his arms folded across his chest. “Wow!” he exhaled as I moved closer, “you look amazing!”
“Thank you,” I blushed.
“Turn around,” he requested, “let me have a view from the rear.” I did as he asked, and he seemed even more pleased. “Are you comfortable in a skirt that short?” he asked.
I shrugged. “All my skirts are like this. Some are a few inches longer, but some are even shorter. It…it’s all I’ve ever worn, so, yeah, I guess I’m comfortable.”
“My customers will like that outfit,” he noted, “and if you really do have shorter skirts, you’re going to knock them out.” He moved closer and took my hands in his. “So, you obviously know what happened yesterday.” I nodded. “And you not only came back, you came back in an outfit that’s even sexier than what you had on yesterday. Do you know what that tells me?”
“That I want the job?” I ventured.
“Maybe,” he nodded, “but I was thinking of something a little more personal.”
“That, that I want you to fuck me again?” I murmured.
“Do you?” he asked.
“Yes,” I whispered, unable to control the trembling in my voice. “I, I want to suck your cock some more and then I want you to fuck me again.”
“Then why are you still standing up?” he asked, grinning.
I sank to my knees and attacked his belt buckle. By the time I got it unfastened and pulled his pants down, he was sporting a huge erection. I traced its outline through his underwear than breathed, “God, it looks so big!” Without waiting for a reply I tugged his underwear down, freeing his hard cock. “It’s so beautiful,” I groaned, pulling it to my lips. “I want it so much!” As he filled my mouth, I realized that, as Kathy had said, I wasn’t acting. His cock was beautiful and I did want it. I sucked greedily, enjoying both the taste of his rod and the sensation of lust and pleasure sweeping through my body. He let me slurp on his meat for about five minutes before he took my head in his hands and forced me back, away from his pelvis. “Please don’t stop me,” I begged. “I love sucking you!”
“What if I want to do something else?” he asked. “What if I want you to show me another talent?”
“Do you, do you want to fuck me again?” I asked.
He grinned and asked, “What do you think?”
I stood up and looked him in the eye. “I think you want to fuck me.”
“And if I do?”
“Then, all you have to do is tell me,” I offered.
He nodded and said, “Then let’s do it. I’d love to fuck that tight little ass again.” I stepped forward, toward his desk and reached under my skirt. By the time I reached the desk, my panties and pantyhose were pulled down below my ass. I leaned over the desk, pushing papers out of the way, then reached back and flipped my skirt up around my waist. “Do it,” I groaned. “Fuck me. Please, fuck me.”
Joe didn’t miss a beat. In an instant, he was moving into position behind me, his hands gripping my hips. “God, what gorgeous ass you have,” he said as his dick pressed between my cheeks. I whimpered softly, unable to form any words, as his cock pressed against my anus. He pushed inside of me and my whimpering got louder, but no more intelligible. “Damn, that feels good,” he huffed. “I’m not sure which I like better your mouth or your ass!”
“You don’t have to choose,” I managed to say between gasps. “You can have them both.”
He was completely inside me now, burying his cock as deeply as he could with each stroke. “You’re a total fucking whore, aren’t you?” he grunted.
“Yes,” I squealed. “I am. I’m a fucking whore.”
“Is there anything you won’t do for me?” he asked.
“No,” I sobbed. “I, I’ll do anything. I promise.”
“Good girl,” he grunted, pushing harder into me. “I just love fucking a bitch who knows her place.” He managed to fuck me for another five minutes or so before blowing his load in my ass. When his orgasm ended, he pulled out and took a seat on the sofa, breathing deeply. Not knowing what else to do, I pulled up my panties and pantyhose and turned to face him. “Come sit down beside me,” he said, patting the sofa. I did as he ordered, and he immediately put his hand on my thigh. “You really do make a sexy bitch,” he smiled. “You know that, don’t you?”
I shrugged. “I’ve been told it enough that I’m starting to believe it.”
He smile some more. “And you really are a good fuck and an even better cocksucker.”
I blushed. “Thanks, I guess,” I mumbled.
He laughed. “That was meant as a compliment,” he assured me, squeezing my thigh. “So, tell me, how do you feel about being a woman?”
“How do I feel?” I paused to consider the question. “Honestly, I’m not sure. I mean, obviously, part of me really, really enjoys it. I have to admit that it’s amazing to suddenly feel so sexy and so desirable. I, I can’t believe the way guys are so eager to be with me. But, a part of me also still can’t accept that this is me. I keep thinking that I should stop this, put on some pants and get back to my real life.”
“What if this is your real life?” he asked. “What if it just took you a while to discover the real you?”
“You sound like Kathy,” I said. “She keeps telling me this is the real me and that I was pretending to be something I wasn’t before.”
“Kathy’s a smart woman,” he pointed out, “and she’s spent a lot of time with you, both as a man and as a woman. You should probably listen to what she says.”
“I listen,” I replied. “I just don’t know if I can believe everything she says.”
“OK,” he mused, “let’s try something. What’s the most enjoyable thing you’ve ever done as a man?”
I shrugged. “I don’t know; maybe having sex with Kathy.”
“And, what’s the most enjoyable thing you’ve ever done as a woman?”
“Sucking cock,” I answered immediately.
He laughed. “You realize it took you five seconds to come up with a lame answer as to what you liked as a man, but you never hesitated for a second when you had to say what you like about being a woman?” I blushed as he continued. “Doesn’t that tell you something?” My deepening blush was my only answer. “OK, let’s move on,” he suggested. “How do you feel when a man stares at you with lust in his eyes?”
“Excited,” I admitted.
“And how did you feel when a woman lusted after you when you were a man.”
I felt my cheeks getting even redder. “I, I don’t think that ever happened to me,” I said softly.
“That doesn’t surprise me,” he laughed.
“Are you almost done humiliating me?” I asked with tears in my eyes. “What’s the point?”
“Done humiliating you?” he asked. “Not by a long shot.” His hand slid higher on my leg and he said, “You’re a fucking cunt. You know that don’t you?” I nodded timidly. “And you’re a cocksucker, aren’t you?” I nodded again. Without warning, his had shot up my leg and under my skirt, not stopping until he made contact with my crotch. He grinned as he said, “Kathy was right about another thing. You’re hard.”
I couldn’t deny it, so all I said was, “So what?”
“So, what made you hard?” he asked. “Was it seeing Becky out at her desk? Or was it being in here, sucking cock, getting fucked and admitting that you’re a fucking, cocksucking cunt?” My only answer was to blush even harder. “Let me answer for you,” Joe offered. “Seeing Becky didn’t do anyting for you. But, coming in here and sucking my cock got you really excited—excited enough to want me to fuck you. Then, hearing me tell you what a great whore you are got you even more excited. You enjoy being a slut and you even enjoy being told what a fucking cunt you are. Humiliation isn’t a bad thing for you, it’s part of what excites you.” As I stared at him, his words sank in and I knew he was right. I felt my head nodding, accepting his analysis. He smiled and moved his hand from my crotch to my face. “Well,” he said calmly, “don’t you worry your pretty little head about, cunt. I know exactly what you need and how to give it to you. Now, get the fuck out of here before my next appointment arrives.” He stood and walked over behind his desk, effectively dismissing me.
Numbly, I stood and walked from his office, my mind trying to grasp what had just happened. He had somehow managed to explore my inner psyche far more effectively than I had, which was disturbing enough. But, then, he had abruptly tossed me aside like some used piece of meat that he was done with. “Of course, that’s exactly what I am to him,” I realized. “I’m a piece of ass he can fuck and discard. When he wants to get his rocks off again, he’ll call and expect me to give him what he wants.”
I vaguely noticed that Becky was smiling when I left Joe’s office. “Will I be seeing you again?” she asked.
“I, I don’t know,” I said. “He didn’t say.”
“Well,” she smiled, “I know him pretty well and I think he likes you a lot. I think you have a really good shot at getting the job if you want it.”
“Th-thanks,” I stuttered as I headed for the door. Now my head was really spinning as the possibility of being offered a job as Joe’s whore became more of a reality. “He wouldn’t,” I told myself, “and if he does, I can’t accept it. I can’t!” As I walked through the parking lot to the car, though, Kathy’s warning exploded in my brain. “But, if I don’t accept, he’ll fire me and Kathy will disgrace me to everyone I know! How can I let that happen? Oh, God, what am I going to do? Why does he have to lie me so much? Why do I have to be such a good cocksucker and fuck?”
I climbed into the car and Kathy immediately started questioning me. “So, did you suck his cock?” she asked. I nodded and she kept going. “Did he fuck you again?” I nodded and she followed up, “Did he cum in your ass?” I nodded again. “Did he offer you the job?” she asked excitedly.
“No,” I answered, “but his secretary thinks he’s going to.”
“Great!” she gushed, clapping her hands. “Oh, darling, I’m so proud of you!”
“You’re proud of me?” I gasped. “I just got fucked and a guy is thinking of offering me a job that amounts to being a whore! That’s disgusting! How can you sit there and say that you’re proud of me?”
“Because I am,” she said sweetly. “Because I can see how you’re developing as a woman. For the first time since we’ve been married, I see you doing something you’re really good at, and, whether you want to admit it or not, I can see that you’re doing something you enjoy. I know that what you’re doing is hard. It’s embarrassing, it’s humiliating and it’s counter to everything you’ve been told to think about yourself for your entire life. But, it’s you. It’s who and what you are, and seeing you start to understand and accept that makes me very, very proud of you.” She patted my thigh and added, “Besides, the extra money if you get the job would be wonderful.”
“Extra money? What extra money?”
“Oh, don’t you know?” she smiled. “Joe’s secretary makes about three times as much as you do. It’s a very good paying position.”
“What?” I gasped. “Are you serious?”
“Absolutely,” she nodded. “If you don’t believe me, just ask him the next time he wants to fuck you.”
“If there is a next time,” I muttered.
“Oh, there will be,” she giggled. “Trust me, honey, he knows you’re going to be available all week and he’s not going to walk away from that ass and mouth without blowing a few more loads into each of them, whether or not he plans on hiring you. You just need to make the experience as pleasurable as possible for him if you want the job.”
“What, what makes you think I want the job?”
“Why wouldn’t you?” she countered. “You’ll make a ton more money and get all the cock you can possible want, too! It’s the perfect job for you!”
“You make it sound like I want cock!” I protested.
As soon as the words were out of my mouth, I realized how stupid they were, and Kathy’s reaction quickly reinforced that. “Oh, come on, Suzy,” she guffawed, “don’t tell me we’re back to the denial stage again. I thought we were past that. You love cock and you know it.”
“I don’t,” I argued lamely.
She laughed even harder. “So you aren’t going to enjoy it when we get home and Steve is there, waiting for a blowjob?”
“What?”
“Steve called while you were with Joe, wondering if he could get a blowjob. I told him we’d be home soon and I was sure you’d be happy to take care of him. Are you telling me you don’t want to?” I pictured Steve’s beautiful cock waiting to fuck my lips and couldn’t prevent my body from reacting. I whimpered softly as I inhaled and closed my eyes. “You sure look like you want his cock,” Kathy teased. She reached under my skirt and felt the bulge in my panties. “Oh, you DEFINITELY want his cock,” she giggled. “Admit it, cunt. You want it.”
“I do,” I said softly.
“I guess that ends that argument,” she sneered. “You want cock. You enjoy cock. You love cock. You’re a fucking whore, whether or not you get Joe’s job. The only question is whether you’re a well-paid office whore or a scuzzy street whore trying to make enough money to pay for your next meal.” She pulled her hand away from my panties. “Personally, I think you should opt for the office job, but in the end it’s your decision.”
As Kathy had promised, Steve was waiting for us when we got home. Within minutes, I was on my knees, sucking his cock as Kathy filled him in on my “interview”. Hearing about how Joe was abusing me clearly excited him, as he responded to my sucking even more quickly than usual. In no time, he was pushing hard, driving his dick into my throat while holding my head with both hands. I gulped desperately for air between strokes, gagging more than once. When he finally pulled out of my mouth and shot his semen all over my face, it was the largest load I had ever gotten from him. He collapsed back into his seat, exhausted and smiling broadly at my cum-covered face. Absent-mindedly, I wiped the sperm from my eyes and cheeks with a finger, and without even thinking about it, used my tongue to clean the finger. “Jesus, that’s great,” he chuckled. “I love it when a bitch actually likes eating cum.”
I froze and blushed as I realized what I had done. “Suzy’s such a natural slut,” Kathy replied for me. “Sometimes she doesn’t even know how much of a whore she is—she just does things without thinking that other women have to be ordered to do.”
Steve nodded. “I’ve noticed that. I guess that’s how she’s become so good at what she does so quickly.”
“How good do you think Suzy is?” Kathy urged.
“Are you kidding?” he asked. “She’s terrific! I don’t want to hurt your feelings, but Suzy might be
