Date: Sat, 6 Aug 2011 18:06:05 -0400
From: coltrane3525@gmail.com
Subject: Virtual Reality to My New Reality Part 15

Virtual Reality to My New Reality
Part 15
By Melissa Huntington

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"Don't worry about it, Faith, its fine.  Just get better, and we'll see you
when we see you.  There will be plenty of salesmen for you to blow when you
get here.  If you feel better by tonight call me on my cell, otherwise just
tell me when we can expect you.  OK. Bye."

I checked my makeup and then slipped my negligee over my black lace
baby-doll and headed toward the Closer's Lounge to dispense the morning's
bonuses .  As I opened the office door, I glanced down the hallway, past
the Closer's Lounge, and saw Jeff, who smiled at me.

I gave him a tight-lipped nod.  He wasn't a salesman, in fact his office
door said IT Support.  But the last time I had a software conflict on my
PC, I ended up fixing the problem myself, with no help from him.  And I'd
started to notice something strange.

If I came out of my office and headed toward the Closer's Lounge, Jeff was
always heading down the hallway to his office.  And every time I finished,
there was Jeff, coming out of that office as I was slipping into my own.

I stopped at the door to the Closer's Lounge, and watched as Jeff hurriedly
slipped inside his office.  I stuck my head inside the door to find two
salesmen sitting on one of the sectionals. I smiled at them before I spoke.

"Congratulations guys but we're going to get started in a little while.
Sit tight I'll be back in fifteen minutes."

I stepped back into the hallway and slipped behind my office door.  In a
moment I heard footsteps cross in front of the door and fade in the
direction of the main office.

Once again, Jeff was mirroring my actions and I wanted to know why.  I
slipped down the hallway to his office.  The door was closed but the latch
had caught on the door frame and the door was slightly ajar.  I pushed it
open and walked into the IT Support office.

It was a small room, really a storage closet converted to an office after I
had returned to Walters Travel.  There was lots of equipment but only one
PC with an oversized monitor on the desk.  The screen appeared to be
divided into four video feeds – and every single one was a different
camera angle inside the Closer's Lounge.  I watched as one of the salesmen
started picking his nose.

I hit the print-screen button, grabbed the page off of the printer and
slipped back out of the office.  In a moment I was at Mike's desk.

"Hi honey, where is Faith?"  "I was going to come in here to let you know
that she isn't feeling well and won't be in today, but there's something
more important to discuss.  You know, that IT guy you hired isn't very good
at it, I had to fix my PC last week when he couldn't figure out the
problem.  And I kept wondering why he keeps heading into his office
whenever I go to the Lounge, and comes back out whenever I am done.  So
... well ... I did some snooping.  What the fuck is this?"

I handed him the page in my hand.

"Security footage."

"Security footage?  Security footage my ass.  Why are the only feeds coming
from the Closer's Lounge?"

"You must have seen the feed before it cycled through to the other feeds."

"Bullshit.  Michael James Walters, what is going on?"

He smiled.

"OK, OK.  I knew I would tell you sooner or later, I wanted to make it a
surprise though."

He motioned to me to walk around his desk as he opened a browser window and
typed the URL: www.mel-to-melissa.com He rose out of his chair so I could
sit and watch his monitor.

I stared as the screen loaded.  There were two video links: The Sisterhood
of Cock-Sucking Cum Loving Slut Whores & Virtual Reality.  He clicked on
the first one, and I saw myself on the screen.  Myself when I was still a
man, still confused, still desperate to taste and experience what I didn't
believe I ever would.

I relived it all, from "I'm here to be, uh, transformed" to Julie's work to
dress me as a woman, to my training session with the trio of beauties, my
first taste of Miss Wentworth's cock to my energetic efforts to suck the
cum out of a roomful of men.

And I remembered the last man I sucked off that day, and heard my male
voice speak the words I had felt in my heart so long but had never
expressed until that moment:

"I am a cock-sucking cum-loving slut whore.  Please fill my mouth with your
cock, skull- fuck me as long as you can and then fill my mouth with your
cum.  Please!"

I relived that first intoxicating taste of almost-being a woman, even as I
shook my head at how ludicrous I looked, makeup hardly covering my beard,
fake tits inside the cups of my bra.  I stared at Mike.

"Did you know that Expectations videotapes all of their client's
fantasies?"

"Yes, Rebecca mentioned that but it wasn't like I was going to leave that
tape lying around the house.  And anyway I wanted to experience it, not see
myself as I was doing it."

"Well we had an idea about a website and we contacted Rebecca to see if
there was any record of your first two trips to Expectations.  Fortunately
there was and we reached an agreement with Rebecca to use the videos in
exchange for promotional considerations."

"Who is `we'?"

"Susan and Bill.  They were certain this is what you would want and so Bill
put up the seed money.  And I want you to know that the corporation was set
up with you as Vice President and 50% stockholder."

I smiled and clicked on the second video, watching once again as the
virtual reality program transformed me from a man into a woman, or at least
a man who thought he looked like a woman.  The video ran all the way
through to my interview/BJ of Bill, and my first shot of female hormones,
given with a fresh hot load of Bill's cum streaking my face.

Then the video of the person I used to be morphed and I smiled as my
familiar feminine features filled the screen.  Cum still streaked my face,
but now I was what I had dreamed of being ... a woman.  My makeup was
smeared but I didn't look ridiculous in it, I looked beautiful.  My tits
spilled out of my bra, and anyone could tell that these weren't
breast-forms or even silicone, but real breasts, my breasts, with cum
glistening on them.  And I recognized the cock that was inches from my
lips, it was Mike's, the man I loved and was engaged to marry.

I stared at the screen until the video ended, frozen on a title card.

"To see more of Melissa's adventures, go to
www.blowjobs-are-for-closers.com."

Now my smile lit up my face.  I started to type in the URL but he stopped
me.

"Before we check out the other website, you should know that you're quite
the star of the TG world.  Our agreement with Rebecca calls for a cut of
every person who orders either fantasy.  There are a lot of guys out there
who dream of being a cock hungry cum loving slut whore, and even more who
want to experience that Virtual Reality sequence.  Our cut from those
revenues is covering our IT and Server expenses, including Jeff's salary."

"Wow."

I typed in the URL and watched as another video auto-launched.  The camera
moved along the sidewalk until it moved up the legs of a tall woman, the
slit of her skirt showing brief glimpses of her stockings and garters, then
moving up to the steady sway of her hips and ass.  I knew it wasn't me but
didn't say anything.  The camera followed her briefly then panned away as
the door opened and she entered the building.  When the video resumed, she
was walking down a corridor, her legs still the only part of her that was
visible.  The camera stopped as she strolled past it and then it pivoted to
show the sign on the office door.

Only "Travel" was visible as "Walters" was pixilated away.  The camera
followed this body-double into the main sales floor, and captured the
salesmen stopping and staring at her.  The camera caught up to her as she
entered into the lounge, where she closed the door behind her.  Then the
camera panned up to the sign:

"Closer's Lounge" Melissa ______ Manager

Now the video transitioned into the first day of my return to Walters
Travel.  My speech to the salesmen, and Mike's corruption of it. My happy
submission of my mouth to his penis.  His narration of my blowjob and
finally, his cum coating my smiling face.

His final words were spelled out on the screen: Blowjobs are for closers.

And the screen morphed once more, to me seated in the middle of the lounge,
five gorgeous cocks surrounding my face.

Then the video stopped and the main page loaded.  A short preview of
bonuses given played on the screen to the right.  On the left frame were a
number different links: Membership, Videos, Comments.  Across the top was a
banner which said "Next Bonus in 0:00 minutes".

"There's a live stream?"

"It's the best way to make sure people buy a membership.  The stream is
free for the first couple of minutes but only continues if you're logged in
as a member.  And if you click on the Videos link you'll see that no one
can see your sweet cock-loving lips pleasure anyone to completion unless
they've bought a membership.  It took less than a week before demand during
one of your bonuses crashed the server the first time.  We're already
turning a profit and have started to cut back on advertising because
traffic is self-sustaining and growing every week.  It doesn't hurt that
most websites update once or twice a week and we have new live streams and
vids for sale several times a day."

I smiled at Mike and then clicked on the Comments link and began to read.

"Is this place legit?  I wish I worked there!"

"What an incredible pair of lips on this girl.  She wraps them around some
lucky guy and I'm blowing my load in about five minutes."

"Hate to break it to you but she used to be a guy!"

"Who cares?  She's all woman now.  And she's gorgeous!  She looks like
Angela Long – blonde, tall with great legs but she's got a great set of
tits on her.  I wonder what her measurements are."

"5'11", 128 pounds.  38D-26-36"

I put up that last one, Mike said.  I kept reading.

"I say she looks like Zana, only with real tits."

"Who cares, she's hot, incredibly horny and has the sexiest mouth I've ever
seen.  Is this place hiring?"

"My favorite scenes are the ones where she blows five or ten guys at once.
I've got a hard drive full of blow-bang videos but nothing comes close to
this girl when she's surrounded by cock.  She doesn't stop until she drains
every one of them, and I blow my load halfway through.  Thank god the
videos are for sale."

Mike spoke.

"You're a porn star, Melissa.  And as a performer you get paid for every
scene.  Here's a check for your performance fees for the past six weeks."

The check was in the amount of $10,000.  I smiled and kissed Mike.  I
really am a porn star, with a legion of fans.  Susan and Bill and Mike
... I owe everything to them.  And how could they know I'd be so thrilled
to be an adult video star, able to crash a server because too many men want
to see my pretty face drain some cocks?

I thought back to before.  Before I accepted what I had known for so long.
I'd put a garter belt, stockings and bra over my hairy body, smeared
lipstick on my face, and pretended I was the one in the middle of a roomful
of big cocks, sucking and stroking them until each one emptied its loins on
the lucky porn starlet's face.

Before, I'd shoot a load halfway across the room at the climax of one of
those scenes.  Now, I inspired other men to do the same thing, fantasizing
that my lips were wrapped around their cocks.

Mike had satisfied a fantasy I didn't even realize I had, and I turned and
felt Mike's arms envelop me.

"Thank you baby.  This is the best gift I could ever imagine So how many
people are waiting for the next live video stream?"

"According to last week's numbers, about 50,000."

"Well let's give them a treat then.  I want you to pick the top ten
salesmen of the month.  I want each one of them to fuck my mouth while you
fuck my pussy.  Think you can handle that lover boy?"

"Oh, me love you long time!"

II

Thirty minutes later, everything was ready.  Jeff had given me a shy smile,
acknowledging his complicity in the deception, and of course I had forgiven
him.  He was in his office, ready to click "transmit" and send my
performance out to my fans.  His job wasn't an easy one, as he had full
control over every camera and could, at his discretion, change camera
angles on the fly.  He's said he had gotten better at it and hardly ever
had to re-edit the streamed version when he placed the latest performance
into the video section for immediate sale.

I paused at the door to the Closer's Lounge, gathering my thoughts and
reminding myself that this would be a blow-bang like any other.  Then I
stepped inside and watched eleven naked men stand up from the sectional
couches.  I felt so self-conscious but I willed myself not to look at Mike.
I strode to the middle of the room and slipped the negligee off my body,
revealing my black lace baby-doll and matching g-string.  The baby doll had
ruffled straps, sequin-embellished underwire cups, lace at the bottom and
front openings reaching to my chest.  I smiled at the men as they encircled
me, before speaking.

"So many nice cocks for me today.  Have all of you reached your sales goals
for the month?"

Each of the salesmen smiled as I reached for the nearest cock and slipped
him inside my mouth, coating him with saliva as my hands reached for two
more to stroke to hardness.  I continued to move from one cock to another,
taking no special note of Mike's except that I held his gaze with my own
just a little longer, and I sighed a little louder when I enveloped his
penis.

When I was surrounded by eleven hard cocks, I spoke again.

"So many beautiful dicks for my mouth today, I think I'd like to have one
of you fuck me."

All except Mike volunteered.

"I'll fuck you."

"No, me.  Let me fuck you."

I smiled again and began to inspect each man and his cock.

"No, you're cock doesn't belong in my pussy.  Not yours.  Not yours
either."

I moved from man to man, dismissing each as unfit for fucking, until I
found Mike.  I gazed at his enormous erection and beamed.

"This is the cock that belongs in my pussy."

I stood up, slipped my g-string off of myself, and led Mike to one of the
couches, my hand lightly tugging at his cock.  He sat down and I straddled
him, his cock nestled against my ass.  I raised my hands and felt several
hands remove my baby doll before I began to kiss him, passionately.
Finally, I reached between my legs and moved his cock toward my opening,
then ground down his length as I groaned loudly.  I rose up off him and
looked at the rest of the men.

"Now I want the rest of you to fuck my mouth, while this stud fucks my
pussy."

My knees holding my pussy above him, Mike started to piston his cock in and
out of me, as two men stood alongside us on the couch.  I fellated one and
stroked the other, then switched.  Mike fucked me with a steady, slow
rhythm as each man moved into position to slip his cock into my mouth.

I lifted my leg off of Mike and moved onto the floor, wiggling my ass at
him.

"Come on, big boy, you can fuck me better than that, can't you?  I picked
you because you're so big.  You do know how to use that thing, don't you?"

I laughed, and turned my face forward, opening my lips as a salesmen slid
his cock into my mouth.  Then I felt Mike's familiar hands on my hips,
pulling me backward as he slammed his cock into me.  My eyes closed as the
salesman's cock slipped out of my mouth.

"That's it, fuck that pussy good."

Mike began to pound into me then, hard and steady, and my eyes stayed
closed as the pleasure began to rise from my loins.  Cocks entered and
exited my mouth, the change only being noticeable when I realized one
wasn't circumcised or if there was a difference in size.  My first orgasm
was building and when it crashed over me, my mouth released the cock that
was inside it so that I could scream my pleasure.

"I love your cock so fucking much!"

My bucking was so strong, Mike slipped out of me.  He slammed himself back
inside, then lifted me by my waist, still impaled on his cock, and dragged
me back toward the couch.  My legs over his, his hands reaching around my
side and cupping my still-covered tits, I reached between my legs and
returned his cock to its home before he resumed his passionate fucking of
me.

The men lined up then, stepping onto the couch to resume their face
fucking.  I was totally passive now, being used for their pleasure,
enjoying the sensation but only truly focused on my lover's cock.

Mike moved my leg off of him then, and I moved sideways to the end of the
couch.  I wanted to make it easy for the salesmen to continue to ravage my
mouth as Mike was ravaging my pussy.  My head was draped over the side of
the couch when Mike spoke.  He was looking at the salesmen.

"You don't get to tap this pussy – ever.  Only I do."

My eyes met his.

"Tell them!"

"Only Mike fucks my pussy ... but you can fuck my mouth."

Mike slid back inside and started to fuck me slowly and steadily, and my
head dropped over the couch, each salesman helped himself to my lips and
throat, one after the other.  Mike's cock was like a steady strong presence
inside me, and I began to concentrate on each cock as it was presented to
my hungry lips, pulling their waist forward, sliding my tongue along each
shaft and nuzzling each pair of testicles.

Mike kept up a steady running commentary.

"That's right men, you may get her mouth but only I get her tight hot
pussy.  But Melissa loves cock every where so keep giving her what she
loves. Isn't that right, Melissa?  You like the cock in your mouth?"

"Yes!"

"But you love the cock in your pussy, don't you?"

"Yes!  Oh God yes!"

"That's it, slap her face with your cock.  She likes it.  Don't you,
Melissa?"

"Yes!"

Mike started fucking me hard, fast and deep again and brought me over the
edge once more, my eyes open in a visionless stare, my chest heaving with
this latest, powerful release.  My respiration returned to normal, my eyes
saw nothing but Mike's handsome face smiling at his future bride.

Mike rose off the couch, his hand reaching for my own as he pulled me up
with him.  My arms went around his neck and we kissed passionately, before
he leaned forward with his hands under me, making me lay down on my back as
his cock swung against my legs.  He was on his knees, his cock rising above
my legs, so I raised my pelvis up and rested my thighs against his.  He
slid into me again, and my hands began to squeeze and pull at my tits until
the force of his thrusting had them shaking and quivering up and down in
time with his masterful cock.  Lost in it, I opened my mouth as one
salesman after another dipped his cock into my mouth over and over again.

The first load of cum came without warning, one of the cocks jerking inside
my mouth as he filled it with nectar.  I swallowed some but most of it
dribbled down my cheeks.  More loads followed, the men jerking off as they
kneeled above me, Mike still talking as his insatiable cock kept sliding in
and out of me.

"That's it boys she loves cum at least as much as she loves cock.  Cover
that pretty face, give her what she craves.  Yeah, that's it, jerk off on
her tits."

Cum was spurting on me in an almost continuous stream, as cock after cock
coated my face and tongue and tits.  Cum was pooling down from my boobs
onto my neck when the last cock was drained, my vision clouded by droplets
that hung near my eyes.  I reached up to move it away so that I could see
Mike.

"Swallow that cum before I give you mine.  Help her."

Thick fingers moved along my face, as I licked the cum off the long digits.
Other hands moved around my chest, raising more cum toward my hungry mouth.
My skin glistened with the remnants of ten loads when Mike began giving me
those deep, hard cum-strokes he always saved for last.  He thrust three,
four times, then slipped out and scooted up my body.  I raised myself up on
my elbows to receive the most important load.

He climaxed only when he reached my open mouth, each thick cum rope hitting
my tongue or back of my mouth.  His load was huge, bigger than ever before,
and I made sure to hold it all in my mouth before I slipped my tongue up
through the hot viscous liquid before I swallowed it all in one gulp.

My elbows supporting my head and shoulders, Mike's cock stood at attention
an inch away from my mouth.  I ran my fingernails through the slick wetness
that coated my tits, then I gazed up at Mike's smiling face and kissed the
head of his cock. Then I turned toward the corner of the room, where I knew
a camera was hidden.

I smiled at it, a completely satisfied, cum-covered porn starlet.