Date: Tue, 12 May 2020 23:32:43 +0000
From: Amie Doucet <Sexyamie@hotmail.com>
Subject: Surrender to Chance

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Chapter 1
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I wake up horny. I always wake up horny. If my cock--or my clit, I
suppose--weren't locked up in its pink plastic cage, I'd have a raging case
of morning wood.

Alas.

I press my hips into the mattress once for the futile sensual pleasure it
gives me. I sit on the edge of the mattress. In the mirrored closet doors,
I see myself--five feet, six inches, 120 pounds, a mop of brown hair
starting to drift down and cover my eyes--in a white satin chemise. Its
spaghetti straps accentuate my lightly tanned and skinny arms. The chemise
is long enough to cover my cotton panties--barely. These panties are the
most comfortable underwear I've ever had. The fine elastic band tugs gently
at my hip. The tiny hearts on the soft white fabric contrast with my
smooth, softly tanned upper thighs.

My tan, well, it covers my whole body. My whole skinny, smooth body, except
for thin strips of white around my hips, chest, and shoulder tops. All from
a black string bikini that I literally had to tie onto myself. As I stepped
out into the sun in the courtyard of my apartment building, I thought "is
it legal for me to wear this?" I thought about whether anyone would see
me. There were people all around me; hundreds, probably.

If a man saw me, what would he think? With my whole body waxed smooth and a
long blond wig on top of my head, he wouldn't immediately know I was a
man. Or used to be, anyway. My little clitty, locked away, wouldn't give me
away. My outfit would give him one thought, whether he figured out what I
was or not: "What a slut."

And he'd be right.

I must have been feeling particularly femme. Female empowerment or
something? Can you get that from swallowing so much cum? I'd had an amazing
night before. It was my first time locked in my cage. I blew two guys at
the club. One of the guys was even someone I knew in high school. He had no
idea it was a former acquaintance--a friend, even, someone he'd only known
as a boy--working so hard to make his dick feel good. To give him the best
blowjob he'd ever had. To make him cum.

He stayed and watched while the other guy pounded my face. Guy #2 must have
been pretty horny because he didn't last long. Three or four minutes later
he was shooting ropes of cum in my mouth and down my throat. Guy #2 took
awhile to recover from his huge orgasm--it was like he was out of his head
for a couple of minutes. I just watched him from my knees.

"See ya later, slut," said my old pal, Troy Macalester, as his friend
slouched back to the bar.

When I woke up today, I myself had not gotten off in six days. How many
guys had I pleasured in that time? On Tuesday, I'd been fucked by a
slightly chubby, married, straight guy at my apartment. I had sucked off a
young guy, maybe 20 or 21, twice back to back. Jesus Christ, the stamina! I
didn't even stop sucking--I just slowed down for a minute. Then he was back
to hard.

So counting Saturday night, I had taken in five loads of steaming hot cum
from strangers. Five for them, none for me. And I loved it.

And I craved more.

So I decided to get a tan. The backside of the bikini covered about half of
my ass. I thought about the thin shoulder strap. Anyone who saw it would
know exactly how I earned that thin white line. Do I want to get caught?

Maybe I do.

I broke my morning mirror reverie. I have work to do. Let's tighten up this
tight little body. First step? Workout clothes. I did NOT spend all of my
disposable income on totally overpriced women's clothing not to wear
it. Plus this outfit is so cute: lycra shorts that have the nerve to call
themselves "shorts," they're so short--the bottom hem was basically at the
level of my tiny caged cock. A black sports bra to match, exposing my
midriff so I could, in theory, show all the boys my tight stomach, and make
them dream of covering it in cum.

My workout was designed to feminize my body. Tons of work on the butt. Some
toning for the legs. Nothing on top--I want to keep my arms thin. When I
wear breast forms, my chest becomes the highlight of my whole body.

Real breasts. Would I get dare to get them one day? Could this whole thing
get that out of hand? Like it wasn't out of hand already.

After my squats, leg lifts, and plank poses, I stretched. This is where the
magic happens, I thought. I straddle-stretched my legs wide to the
side. When I started just a few weeks ago, my legs could not straighten,
and I could probably open my legs halfway. Now, not only were they
straight, they were nearly in a line to each other. I'll literally be able
to do the splits soon.

I leaned my head down. If I wanted to, I could probably suck my own dick
now. My nose brushed against the lycra. Oh my god... I totally could. For
most sissies, or faggots--or whatever the fuck I am--that would be the
dream. Suck cock AND get yourself off, all while dressed as a total fairy.

But that is not what I want. I only want to create pleasure for men. Other
men.

Real men.

I want to bend myself in half for them. Spread my legs and give them the
deepest, tightest ass. When they push harder, further, I want to be able to
take it, sighing in the pain and pleasure of having an eight-inch cock up
your ass, your legs spread wide open above your head.

I bought myself a token to remind myself that this is the right position
for me: a tiny, gold anklet. It's a chain so light that you can hardly
believe it's metal. Whenever it dangles as a man pumps his cock into me, or
when I feel his fist grip it around my smooth, skinny, tan ankle, I'm
reminded: you chose this. This is where you want to be.

All this effort, just to get men off. I've never worked harder at anything
in my life. If I worked this hard at my job, I would be rich. I'd be the
boss.

Instead I'm on my back.

Why do I want to get men off? I don't know. All I know is that the bigger
their orgasm, the happier I am. The longer they fuck me, the more sweat
they drip from their brow while they plunge their cocks into me, the deeper
their groans as they press inside my ass, the happier I become. I want to
fold myself for them like an intricate piece of origami. I want to give
them ever-better oral sex. However they want to fuck me, I have to be able
to do it for them.

And then I want to make them cum.

Why?

I have no idea.

I had a girlfriend. She was fucking hot. We broke up a month ago. It was
mutual. Man, did we have some fun. I'm 24, and she's 28, and she had a lot
more experience. She had crazy ideas. I'd tie her up. She'd tie me up. I'd
fuck her up the ass. She'd...... well, you know.

I got to know myself a lot better while we were together. We were together,
what, two months? It was my idea to wear her panties. My idea to put on
eyeliner and lip gloss. But it was her idea to bring a man over to see me
wearing all that stuff: panties, and a bra, and makeup.

She'd asked me if I'd ever sucked cock. I lied and said no. Ninth grade
doesn't count. Everyone sucks cock back back then. Right? I was sitting on
the floor at her feet when her friend arrived. He was jacked--six feet,
maybe six one, and 200 lbs. Reddish brown hair, cut short. Handsome, but in
a rugged way. Super fit, but not in the way that gym bunnies are, more in
the way that people who work with their bodies every day are. Maybe he was
a carpenter or a fireman.

He dwarfed me and my 5' 6" self.

He gazed at me as I rested on the floor. "So this is your friend? She's
pretty." I blushed--that was the first time anyone had ever used a female
pronoun for me.

"Stand up." I did. "Turn around." I did a twist. "Come here." I stood in
front of him. He squeezed my arms in his thick muscular hands. "Now. Are
you going to make me happy?"

I nodded out of both confidence and fear. "Well, get started." My heart
began to race. I knew what he wanted, but didn't know if I had the bravery
to drop to my knees and give it to him.

I guess I paused long enough for him to put his hands on my shoulders. He
didn't have to push. I dropped to my knees.

"Look up," he said. I stared up at him. "Always look me in the eye."

So I began to stare up at his masculine face. I reached for his belt,
blindly. The leather felt gritty, so worn-in he must have worn it for ten
years. I gently unhinged it, unbuttoned his jeans, and slid down his
pants. His somewhat-swollen member popped free. No underwear--of course he
free-balled. The smell of his masculinity wafted into my face. His
musk--his ass, his piss, his ball sweat--it was more masculine than I had
ever been or ever could be in my lifetime.

My dick throbbed in my panties.

"Do you need instructions?" His dick was only semi-hard, but it was already
thicker than a sausage.

I worried I wouldn't be able to fit it.

"Give it a kiss," my girlfriend commanded.

I leaned forward. I kissed the head.

That was the first time in my adult life that I had kissed a man's dick. It
would not be the last.

I pulled back and saw a thread of precum connecting my lips to his
member. "I said look up." I corrected my mistake and moved in for another
kiss, this time a French one. I tasted the underside of his cock--sweaty,
firm, smooth--and his precum--salty, nutty. I stared into his eyes as I
began to make love to his cock with my tongue. "Jesus... she's a quick
learner."

Braver now, I leaned in and took as much as I could, all while sustaining
eye contact. You think that's easy? Try it. Get on your knees and suck a
huge cock, all while staring up as high as you possibly can.

(You can tell the slutty ones by how good they are at that. I'm both
embarrassed and proud to tell you that I'm great at it... especially after
all this practice.)

"Oh, fuck yeah," he managed. I couldn't reply with words, so I moaned
around his dick. I forgot how good that feels for a man. His dick swelled
to remind me.

How much more could this dick swell, anyway? Jesus. It was the most massive
member I'd ever seen up close. Far bigger than the little teenage ones I'd
sucked during puberty. Much bigger than my little 5" thing. I'd been a
fraud of a man. This thing was eight inches, or more and as fat as a
rolling pin.

How had my girlfriend survived with my little dick to service her? Well, I
learned later on, way down the road of my feminization, that she
hadn't. She'd been fucking this guy--the guy I was sucking. And she'd been
fucking my friend Tom. AND she'd been fucking this guy who lived down the
hall.

So THAT'S why that guy gives me that creep-ass smile whenever we pass, the
one I now realize means, "I'm fucking your girlfriend."

This stud, once fully expanded, barely fit inside my mouth. As he fucked my
face roughly, I grazed him with my front teeth--my second mistake. He
slapped down on my cheek, hard. "Teeth!" he yelled. He was training me the
same way you would a dog.

That made sense. I was his bitch.

I nodded as much as I could muster, a tear in my eye from the slap and the
pain in my jaw of fitting him inside.

"Did you get that on camera?" he asked my girlfriend. I looked over, cock
inside my mouth, to see her holding her phone.

"Oh yeah."

She was shooting video. Of my face. While I was sucking cock. In a bra and
panties. Wearing makeup. And sucking a huge cock with passion.

I was embarrassed and angry, but the anger faded quickly. She captured me
doing what I wanted to do.

Because, face it: I am a cocksucker. A cocksucker caught on tape, to live
on as long as digital content survives. My great-great-grandchildren might
witness the moment I surrendered to cock. Though at this point, I don't
think I'll ever have to worry about having kids.

"Pass it to me. I wanna get a closeup," he told her. He took the phone and
held it above my head. I smiled with my eyes as I thrust myself ever deeper
onto his cock. This particular high-rez shot of my face would be seen a
hundred times by me, at least, and twenty thousand other horndog men, at
least according to the view count on xHamster. I just checked.

When he got ready to cum, the speed of his thrusts went up. I worked my
head back and forth, but he was in control. I used my tongue, rolling it
over the head, trying to make my mouth the most responsive pussy he's
fucked. As I tongued the underside of the glans, he hit his mark. "Oh, I'm
gonna fucking cum..."

His face made a pained expression of pleasure. He grasped the sides of my
head and started fucking harder, deeper. "Look up, you fucking slut." We
locked eyes just as he shot his load into my mouth. He kept fucking,
shooting hot, salty, sweet, nutty cum throughout my entire mouth. After two
or three thrusts, he pulled out and laid it on my face. His throbbing red
cock covered my whole face. He took aim at my eyes, my nose. He must have
had a three-day load in there. Or else just be a bigger, more masculine man
than I have ever known. Whatever the case, he laid a thick load on my face,
one that I will never forget.

The video of that moment... it's intense. Once he gets his wits about
him--after shooting cum for 20 seconds--he exhales. Deeply. He looks down
at me. I'm looking up, smiling. "Show me that cum in your mouth," he
demands. I open up--there it is. "Swallow it."

I would never do anything else with it. Obediently, I close my mouth, and,
still staring up at him, swallow his cum.

He laughs, gently. "Wow, baby. You've got a real live one on your hands."

Yes, he had woken up the slut inside me. I wondered what it would take me
to stop. Or even slow down a little. Get a girlfriend. Set a wedding date.

But I didn't want that. I just wanted more men inside me.

I didn't know that tonight I'd be taking cock from a former friend of mine.

But that's for another chapter.

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