Date: Mon, 23 Aug 2010 19:46:58 -0400
From: coltrane3525@gmail.com
Subject: "Virtual Reality" - TG Mind Control submission

Virtual Reality
By Mel Huntington

The author welcomes feedback at Coltrane3525@gmail.com

"OK Mel, you can take off the blindfold now."

I removed the blindfold and looked at my wife.

"Oh sweetheart, I told you this is your birthday present!  Don't look so
stressed out.  I promise you are going to love what I've arranged for you
to experience today."

I was still confused but accepted my wife's assurances.  We'd had our ups
and downs but Susan and I were still together and about to celebrate our
tenth anniversary.

I turned my attention to my surroundings.  My wife had taken me on a short
car ride then escorted me into a building, through several rooms and into
this one.  I was seated on a very comfortable reclining leather chair, the
kind one would find in a dentist's office.  The room had recessed, dim
lighting and was dominated by a large screen that went almost 180 degrees
around the front of the chair.

I heard a door open behind me and a woman's voice said

"Hello Mr. and Mrs. Huntington, so nice to see you.  I am Rebecca
Wentworth.  Welcome to Expectations.  How are you doing today?"

The voice came up behind me and as she shook hands with my wife, my eyes
took in a tall, very pretty woman in a white lab coat.

"It's a pleasure meeting you Miss Wentworth, but my wife has been very
secretive about why it is that we are here.  What is Expectations?"

"Mr. Huntington, Expectations provides state of the art Virtual Reality
experiences.  The first Virtual Reality companies provided impressive but
ultimately limited experiences to their clients.  With helmets and gloves,
those companies did create impressive and modestly interactive scenery but
there were limits to what the early technology could do.

Expectations is the next wave in Virtual Reality.  We have made the entire
body the locus of the experience.  You will be able to feel whatever
happens to any part of your body.  Simultaneously, we have invented a
helmet that interacts with the brain's pleasure centers.  It is a fully
interactive environment.  Have you seen the movie "Total Recall"?

"The one with Arnold Schwarzenegger?"

"Yes.  In the film, Arnie has memories "implanted" in his brain.  At
Expectations, you will experience your fantasy, as well as remember it as
if it really happened.  Because what will happen to you here will be
indistinguishable from any memory you have.  The software even takes care
of any skill you may lack -- like when Arnie proves to be adept at shooting
and fighting people, the software is encoded to allow you to do everything,
even things you've never done before -- and perform at the expert level."

I chuckled and glanced at my wife.

"So, do I get to order up my fantasy -- blonde, brunette, redhead?
Average, athletic or voluptuous? Demure, sexy or sleazy?"

"Now you've got the picture, Mr. Huntington" Rebecca smiled.

I called out,"Brunette, athletic, extra sleazy please!"

My wife smacked my arm as I laughed.  She had never been slim and middle
age had taken its toll.  I grabbed her by the waist and pulled her toward
me.

"This is incredible honey and I can't believe you're doing this for me.
Thank you."

"You're welcome sweetie.  I think both of us are going to enjoy this and at
least I know there's no chance of you bringing home some sort of disease."

"She's right of course, Mr. Huntington.  Now if I have your consent, I will
need you to sign a couple of documents and then we can get you ready for
the fantasy your wife has selected."

After I signed I was taken into a bathroom area.  I was told to remove my
clothes and shower, and then two young women helped to remove the hair from
my body.

"To ensure a strong connection between the device and your skin" I was
told.  Two small areas on the left and right side of my head were precisely
measured and also shaved.

"Very important, Mr. Huntington -- we must be sure the system will interact
with your brain's pleasure centers."

Finally, I was ready and I was led back into the VR room.  Naked, large
electrodes were attached all over my body, and a sheath was placed over my
penis with the electrode attached at the underside of the head.

"Ready sweetheart?  I just know you're going to love this!"

She smiled sweetly at me as Miss Wentworth spoke.

"Mr. Huntington, all you need to do now is put on the goggles, lean back,
and close your eyes.  The program will start almost immediately."

"Remember, brunette, athletic, extra sleazy!"

Miss Wentworth glanced at my wife with a sly expression that my wife
returned.

"We won't forget Mr. Huntington."

I put on the goggles, leaned back and closed my eyes.  In an instant, I
felt the soft spray of water from a shower head I felt water running down
my back as my hands rinsed shampoo lather out of my hair.  Wow I've got a
lot of hair was my first thought. Finally when the shampoo was out of my
hair I straightened up and opened my eyes.

"Holy fucking shit!  What the hell is this?"

Two perfectly formed breasts sat on my chest and watched as a bit of soap
drained down my stomach, through a small patch of pubic hair and slipped
between my legs.

Where there was no cock.

"What the fuck is this, Susan?  Is this what you think I fantasize about?"

My wife's voice came over a loudspeaker.

"Honey, don't you remember when we were first dating?  We were screwing
like bunnies all the time, and one day you glanced at me and said "Have you
ever wondered what it would be like to be the opposite sex?"

"Yeah, I remember.  You said "Not really -- I'm having too much fun being a
woman!"

"But what did you say?"

"I don't remember, what did I say?"

"You said, sometimes when we're fucking, I look at you and think "I wonder
what she's feeling."

"So you took that idle thought and used it for an expensive birthday
present eleven years later?  And anyway, sweetheart, some guys think about
that because they're fresh out of baseball statistics to recite so they
keep control."

Rebecca came over the speaker next.

"Mr. Huntington, Greek mythology says that Zeus once wondered whether sex
was better for a man or for a woman, and so he descended Mount Olympus as a
woman so that he could experience the difference.  And do you know what he
concluded?  He said that sex was better for women."

"Now honey you have the chance to judge for yourself!"

I shook my head but didn't rip the goggles off.  Instead I lathered up a
soft scrubber and slowly moved by hands down toward my tits.

My left hand reached under my left breast and my thumb brushed across my
nipple and I realized that as fun as it is to play with a fun bag, it's
even more fun if the fun bags are your own!  My right hand rose to cup my
other breast, and I knew that I was in this for the duration.

Now my hands moved down the rest of my body, experiencing the foreign
sensation of finding my waist smaller than my rib cage, then spreading out
again as my hands moved along my hips.

I moved one hand away from my body and examined it.  My hands were slender,
with longer, narrower fingers, and had perfect red polish on them.  I moved
it back down my body and slipped it between my legs, feeling the outer lips
of a pussy -- my pussy.  A moan escaped my throat as my other hand squeezed
my breast.  Is that what it's liked to have your own pussy manually
stimulated?

"Ahem, Mr. Huntington -- are you just going to turn into a prune in the
shower?  Many more sensual delights await you."

"I'm sure they do Rebecca.  All I can say is that if I were a girl, I'd be
masturbating all day long!"

I reached down to turn off the faucet, and I felt my boobs sway below
me. Straightening up, I loved the way they jiggled. Opening the shower door
I reached for a towel, patting myself down and then I cinched the towel
around my waist.  I knew that women cinch a towel over their chests when
they get out of the shower, but I wanted to see my tits move as I moved
toward the mirror.  I had only had them for a few minutes but I loved my
tits.

I realized then that I shouldn't call them "tits".  What did women call
them?  My sister preferred "boobs".  Susan preferred "breasts".  Bra
commercials seem to favor "the girls".  I loved my tits.

I had seen my new body, now it was time to see the rest of me.  The mirror
was fogged over but the moment of truth was at hand.  I wiped the mirror
down, looked and smiled.

I was a looker!  Looking at my sparkling blue eyes, high cheek bones,
arched eyebrows, and full lips, I spoke quietly,

"I'd fuck her."

My wife laughed into the microphone.

"Her," Mel?  "Her" is you.  You are her.  And you will get fucked.  But
first you must get ready.  If you'll finish drying yourself, you'll find a
vanity just through that door."

I removed the towel from my waist and finished drying myself.  I was
relieved to realize that I now had long straight hair, the kind that just
needs to be blow dried and brushed.

"I can do that" I thought.  But what about makeup?

I dropped the towel on the floor and opened the door.  The cooler air
brought my nipples to attention, and I noticed the way my hips swayed as I
walked into the room.  I was becoming more aware of how my new body felt
and I immediately looked for a full length mirror.  I wanted to see myself
in all my womanly glory.

I approached the mirror and stopped.  No doubt I was pretty, but I realized
I was not a statuesque beauty like Miss Wentworth.  No, I was average
height, no more than 5'4" and maybe shorter, and my height accented my
curves.

"Built for comfort, not speed.  I think I can handle that" I thought.

Straight, dark reddish brown hair reached past my neck, which was delicate
and thin. My shoulders were narrow and my arms were straight, without any
hint of muscle.  My tits were firm, with no noticeable sag. The areola was
wide, but not extremely so, and my nipples were softening as the
temperature change grew less noticeable.  I judged myself to be early
twenties, with C-cup boobs and weighing maybe 115 or 120 pounds.

My eyes moved down to my soft flat tummy and the spread of my hips.  In the
center I saw what I was steadily getting used to: A furry triangular patch
of pubic hair, shaved into a smaller patch than God intended, and the
V-shape of my sex.  My hands came together across my stomach, pushing the
girls together. My finger tips brushed against my mound.  It was soft and
furry, and I slipped one finger down and touched myself, and I realized
that my pussy itself was bald.

Finally I moved my hands over my hips and toward my thighs, feeling my
hourglass figure move back toward the vertical.  I liked my hips, and I
moved forward toward the mirror to watch them move, and I saw that the
girls moved a bit too as I walked.

There was only one part of me I hadn't seen yet -- my bootie.  I turned
away from the mirror and looked over my shoulder at my curved ass.  Not
bad, I thought.  Not bad at all.  I thought it could be a little firmer but
with these hips and boobs, I think a bigger butt is part of the package.  I
wiggled my ass a bit and felt my boobs move again.  Then I arched my back a
bit and went up on my toes, sticking my ass out.

"Looks like you're enjoying yourself Mel."

"Call me "Melissa."  I don't feel like Mel anymore."

"Very well, Melissa.  You should finish getting yourself ready.  An
athletic, sleazy brunette is waiting for you!"

"Extra sleazy!" my wife chimed in.

"Famous last words, right honey?" I said and my wife laughed again.

My hair seemed nearly dry already and it didn't take long to finish with
the blow drier.  I brushed out the hair for a while until I thought I
looked good.  I had bangs trimmed just short of my eyebrows and the hair
hung softly around my face.  I even grabbed it from behind and held it on
top of my head, just to see how it would look with a few strands dangling
below my ears.  Then I released it, and slipped the hair behind my ears,
pulling the lower strands forward over my bear shoulders.  Now it was time
for the makeup, and I remembered what Miss Wentworth had said before.

"If I go through the motions of putting this stuff on, I'm going to see it
go on perfectly, right?"

"That's right Melissa, skills you can't provide are programmed into the
software, your makeup will look fabulous."

Soon I had applied foundation and rouge, and with a swipe or two my eyes
were alluring with a pretty shade of eye shadow and a touch of mascara and
eyeliner.

"I'd like to do the lipstick myself."

I picked a deep red color and twisted the bottom of the dispenser.  I held
the flat side of the lipstick against the center of my upper lip, and
carefully moved it up to the upper edge then out to the corner of my mouth.
Then I did the other side, and quickly spread more along the full length of
my bottom lip. I brought my lips together to spread it evenly across, then
pursed my lips to see how sexy I looked.

"Very good, Melissa."

"Thank you."

I wasn't about to say that I had done that before.  No one knew that when I
was a teenager, I lathered on my mother's lipstick, and masturbated to
videos of girls blowing boys.  That was years ago, I had found I loved
women, loved fucking them, and now I love my wife.  No need to tell things
no one ever needs to know.

It was time to get dressed.  I hoped I would have options that would be
easy to put on.  But first I had to choose my undergarments.  There was a
rack with different lingerie outfits and I couldn't wait to try some on.  I
took out a pretty purple baby doll and matching thong, and a black lace
merry widow.  I wanted to enjoy the feeling of being a girl picking out
just the right outfit for her man.

First I pulled on the baby doll, slipping it over my head and feeling the
soft material against my smooth skin.  I slipped on the thong -- I knew I'd
be buying men's thongs in the future.  I walked in front of the mirror, and
put my finger to my pursed lips and stuck out my rear.  I liked it but it
wasn't what I wanted to wear.

Next was the merry widow, which had sheer lace over my tits and garters to
attach to hose.  I carefully slid up the hose and attached it in place.  I
looked at myself in the mirror, my legs spread apart, bending forward at
the waist with my boobs swaying.  I loved the feeling of the hose but I
didn't like the outfit.  It was too constraining and would have to be
removed all at once.  I wanted to enjoy the feeling of having strong hands
undress me, preferably very slowly.

I took off the merry widow but left the hosiery on.  I found a selection of
bras, panties and garters, and pulled out several black sets.  I slipped
the garter up over my hips and carefully rearranged and secured the hose.
I loved the feeling and couldn't imagine why women complain about wearing
hose.  So soft, and a constant reminder you're a woman.  I slipped a black
lace thong over the garters and turned my attention to my bra options.

I picked up the first one, a black lace model, and looked at the label.
36C. I smiled, and slipped the straps over my shoulders.  I bent forward at
the waist and slipped the cubs under my tits, then straightened up and
fastened the hooks in back.  My fingers slid up the straps to straighten
them, then I worked my hands inside the cups to settle my tits inside.

"You did that very well, Melissa."

I just said "thank you."  If I didn't mention putting on my mother's
lipstick, I wasn't going to mention that I slipped on her bra, too, until
my chest was too large to risk stretching the material too far.

Now that I had my undergarments selected, I wanted an outfit that would
allow easy access.  I pulled out several dresses but instantly knew the one
I wanted to wear.  It was red and black, with bits of lace throughout.
Sexy but not sleazy, it was the sort of dress that was supposed to be worn
with a bra underneath, and black was the perfect color.  My cleavage was
the first thing you'd notice, but the slit up the side came just to the top
of my stockings, giving occasional glimpses of my garter belt.  And I loved
the fact that I could just slip it on over my head.

"If it can be slipped on that easily, it can be slipped off pretty easy,
too."

Black sling-back pumps completed the outfit.  I figured I had the skills to
walk in heels, and I was right.  I loved what they did to elongate my leg
and make my ass stick out just a bit more.  I checked my outfit, hair and
makeup one last time.  I was sad to have my new body hidden by clothes, but
I knew I looked sexy and with the lingerie on underneath, I surely felt
sexy.  I saw a pretty girl in the mirror, getting ready for a night of
passion.  I couldn't wait.

"You look fantastic, Melissa!"

"Really, really sexy, honey.  Are you ready for your athletic brunette?"

"Yes, I am."

"One last thing, Melissa.  Now that you have been transformed, the software
has one more application.  When you go through that door, your voice will
transform into that of a woman.  I don't want you to be surprised when you
hear your feminine pitch and lilt when you speak.  All just a part of
providing the total experience."

"I have to say your attention to detail is astounding."

"Your night's delights await you behind that door to your left."

I grabbed a black clutch purse and slipped the lipstick inside. Then I
walked through the door.

II

The room was like a subdivided stage for a single-set play.  To the left
there was a short bar, and it was relatively well lit.  The center of the
stage held a dance floor with a few tables around it, and behind it I could
see a large bed, bathed in a soft blue light.  I walked toward the bar and
slid onto one of the chairs.

A blonde haired man stepped out and said, "Tonic water with a wedge of
lemon?"

I just nodded.  How did he know what I'd want?  I didn't want any booze to
cloud my senses.  I was going to experience womanhood with all of my
faculties intact.

As the bartender placed my drink in front of me, I saw a glass door open
and a young man enter.  He was wearing a pair of dress pants and a dress
shirt, with his tie slightly loosened.  He could have been a lawyer just
off work or a model just finished with a shoot.

I looked down at my drink as he walked past me and moved toward the end of
the bar.  The bartender said something to him and placed a beer on the
counter. When I was certain he was looking at me, I glanced up, flipped my
hair behind my ear and gave him a small smile.  He smiled back at me and
picked up his drink.

"Oh my god he's gorgeous" I thought as he crossed over toward me.

"I'm sorry to bother you but I just had to tell you I think you're the most
beautiful girl here.  My name's Bob.  What's yours?"

"That's very sweet of you Bob but I'm the only girl here right now" and we
both laughed.

My voice was a soft, throaty alto, and my laugh was gentle and genuine.

"I'm Melissa, and let me just say you're definitely the most gorgeous guy
here."

"The bartender has disappeared on us, Melissa.  I'm the only guy here."

We both laughed again, this time a little louder.  I asked him to join me,
and he sat down next to me.  He spoke but I hardly heard what he said.  I
was too caught up in his features, which started with dark brunette hair,
gorgeous blue eyes and a bright white smile that creased his face with
dimples. His nose was strong but not too prominent; he had thin, sexy lips,
and was clean shaven with a strong chin and not an ounce of excess flesh on
his face.  He exuded a manly confidence and whenever his eyes met mine his
gaze was so strong I had to look away.

"I said, would you care to dance, Melissa?"

I realized that a soft, slow ballad had come up on the sound system, and I
smiled my assent.  He held his hand out and I took it, marveling at the way
my small hand disappeared inside his.  His grip was firm but somehow
gentle, and I slipped off of the bar stool.

I realized he was must have been 5' 11" or more, as the top of my head only
came up to his shoulders.  He strode in front of me and led me to the dance
floor, where he turned and placed his hands against the small of my back,
pulled me into his lean, very muscular body.  I felt my boobs flatten out
against his torso, my arms went around his waist and my head turned into
his chest as we swayed softly.

"I think I can feel his package" I said to myself.  His strong hands held
me close, and I loved this feeling of being held close to a strong male
body.

We swayed for a few minutes until the song ended.  His hands still held me
close and I arched my back to look up toward him.  His gaze was strong and
he leaned down toward me, and my eyes gazed at his lips as they sought
mine.  Our lips touched, and I realized that my mouth was smaller and those
thin lips were strong.  He kissed me gently at first, then stronger, and my
mouth submitted to his, welcoming his lips with my own gentle replies.  My
lips parted a bit and his firm tongue slipped inside my mouth and once
again I was passive, dancing my tongue over his as he explored my mouth.  I
realized that as a woman, my tongue was much smaller than his.

I loved how my new soft body yielded against his tight firmness, and now I
was quite sure I could feel his cock pressing against me. This made me
reach for his head and chin as I started kissing him more aggressively.  I
pulled him down toward me to kiss his neck as I felt his strong arms
lifting my dress up until his hands could clench my ass.

"Gone commando, Melissa?" Bob asked.

"No, it's a thong. But I want you to fuck me, Bob.  Please make love to
me."

The lighting in the room now shifted and the large bed came into focus.  We
moved toward it, and I felt Bob's hands moving up past my ass and was
touching the small of my back directly.  My dress had done its job, but now
it was time to remove it.  I slipped my hands down toward the hem and
started to pull it up, and Bob then took over, lifting the dress up and
over my head.  I was in my sexy underclothes now, and I reached around
Bob's waist to pull him in close again.  His hands reached around my back
and found the clasp, and I released my arms to get the soft material off of
me.

My boobs finally free, my lover moved his mouth over one as I leaned away
to give him access.  His warm breath made me tingle, and when he kissed and
licked my breast, a soft moan escaped my throat.  His tongue found my
nipple and I heard a longer moan.  I realized I had been wrong about boobs
all along.  The very best thing is when a strong sexy man has fun with your
fun bags.

I was almost naked now and it was time for Bob to catch up.  I reached up
and started pulling at his tie as our tongues entwined again.  Then my
small hands got to work on his shirt, swiftly unbuttoning it and pushing it
back off of his shoulders.  I had gotten my wish -- here was a very
athletic, fit brunette of my very own.  His skin was bare and I saw that
his chest was very well built and defined.  My hands felt tiny as I
squeezed his muscles and then lightly pinched his nipples.  Bob's hand held
the back of my head as I kissed and fondled his muscular torso.  Finally he
took my hands in his and pulled me up for a soft kiss, and then his wrists
turned over as he indicated that he wanted me on my knees.  I happily sank
down, this time catching and holding his gaze.

I squatted, and felt his hand on the side of my face.  I hurriedly released
the buckle on his belt, undid his trouser button, pulled down the zipper,
and eased his pants down to the floor.  He was wearing boxer briefs,
exactly as I was hoping.  The bulge went left to right, and looked to be
about six inches long.  There was a dark stain near the head -- pre-cum was
already leaking out of Bob's cock.

Now, when I was younger and found myself so aroused at the thought of
girl-on-boy oral sex, I watched a lot of porn, and I came to a conclusion.
There may be no wrong position for a woman to give head but there is one
perfect one: Kneeling before her partner.  After all, we worship from our
knees.  We should worship cock from there too.

I was dying to free Bob's cock out of his briefs but I remembered how sexy
I thought it was for a woman to feel the cock through fabric, trace its
length with her tongue and generally admire her prize before she devours
it.  I hoped Bob felt the same.

I looked up at Bob and smiled, and then I started at his navel and began to
explore his hard abs, kissing and lightly nibbling as I moved down.  My
mouth reached the edge of his briefs and I traced a straight line with my
tongue down to his package.  As I reached it I let out a soft "oh" sound
and parted my lips along the side of the shaft at the base, leaving a nice
red splotch of lipstick on the cotton.  Then I looked up and grinned and
drew my nail along the length of the shaft.  When I got to the head I
planted another kiss around it, and I got a brief taste of the pre-cum that
had leaked out and stained his underwear. Then I kissed and nuzzled my way
down to his nut sack, where I planted two more circular marks.  I knew
Bob's cock was going to take my breath away, and it was finally time to
come face to face with it.  I slipped my fingers into the waistband and
pulled his briefs down.

His cock sprung out at me, and I said "Wow" under my breath.  I had thought
about sucking a cock for so many years that now, face to face with one, I
wanted to savor every sensation.

His cock was an exquisite sight, and I drank in its circumcised beauty as I
savored the musky scent emanating from his manhood.  It was a good six
inches long and still only partially erect.  He had been meticulously
manscaped except for a small patch of curly pubes directly above the root
of his cock.  My thumbs formed a V-shape at the base of his cock, lifting
the head towards my mouth.  I smiled up at him then slipped my tongue out
along the bottom of the head, then traced a path down the shaft. I flicked
the tip of my tongue against one ball, then the other, and then I traced my
tongue back along the shaft to the head, where I curled my lip up and used
the underside to swipe across the head a couple of times.  As I pulled away
I kept my mouth open and left a trail of saliva around the head, which I
quickly captured in my hand, and spread over the shaft.

I've felt my own cock on an almost daily basis since I was 13, but this was
a different feeling.  For one thing, I had the soft and small hands of a
woman now. His shaft filled my hand and only my long nails allowed me to
grip the entire thing.  I cupped his balls with my other hand as best I
could -- they spilled over the side of my hand.

I opened my mouth and slipped his cock inside and instantly I was in
heaven.  My lips softly slid along the shaft, my eyes closed as I enjoyed
the incredible rush of sensations having a dick inside my mouth brought on.
I slid my lips down his shaft, taking a bit more with each stroke, my mouth
getting fuller as I felt him grow.  I pulled off the head of his cock with
an audible "pop" and smiled up at Bob.

"Yummy," I said.

"You really know how to suck a cock."

I smiled and slipped his cock back inside his mouth, but this time I kept
my mouth open all the way down his shaft, engaging my lips and tongue only
on the upstroke.  I kept this up and soon Bob was softly moaning, his hand
on my head.  I pulled off his cock again, making another lewd sound, and
smiled at Bob as I stroked his now full erection.

Bob's cock was a good 8 inches long and I wanted to savor each and every
inch. I slipped the head back inside my mouth, then started working my way
down the shaft, lower and further with each downstroke, keeping my lips
firm against the skin at all time.  Finally I felt his pubes against the
tip of my nose and I had taken the whole thing.

"Thank God for the software," I thought.

Now Bob held my arms and indicated he wanted me to stand.  I moved toward
the bed and sat down while he got his pants and shoes off and moved toward
me

He bent over to kiss me again and we moved in tandem toward the pillows.
Now Bob was going to enjoy my body as I gratefully submitted to his kisses.
Everywhere his hands went was like a small electric charge.  I thrilled to
his every touch.  Finally he moved down my torso and pulled my panties down
my legs.  His head was between my legs and I closed my eyes.  He started
with soft licks along my lips then moved upward until he found my clit.
The sensations were unlike any I had ever felt as a man and I began to moan
louder as my breath quickened.  When he slipped a finger inside me I went
over the edge and had my first orgasm.  Waves of pleasure coursed through
me, more powerful than my best orgasm as a man.  I panted for what felt
like an eternity before I could even open my eyes.

Once I did I found Bob's handsome face smiling at me. My hands cupped his
cheeks as I pulled his face toward me, tasting my juices on his lips.  He
lay back and I moved alongside him, reaching for the cock that I longed
for.  A few long strokes and he was fully erect again and I moved myself
above it.  Bob's hands were on my hips, turning me.

"Reverse cowgirl."

I faced toward his feet and held his cock near my opening.

"Thank God I'm not a virgin" I thought as it slid inside me.

My softness yielded to his hardness and a loud moan escaped my lips.  If
this is what it is to be a woman, God make me a woman I thought.

I ground myself down along his cock, then brought my feet underneath me so
he had room to thrust that monster in and out of me.  Then I slid off of
him, turned around and was riding him cowgirl style.  His hands lifted my
hips up on each down stroke then lowered me down his length again and
again.

I collapsed against his chest, my tits crushed flat as he held me in place
and fucked me hard.  Another orgasm was building inside me but I couldn't
thrash around this time as he held me tight as screams escaped my throat
and my vision went into a Technicolor fantasia.

He was still inside me as my orgasm subsided, and Bob began to sit up. I
entwined my arms around his neck, his magnificent cock still inside me.
His hands were just above my knees, his legs dangling off of the bed when
he stood up, lifting me with him.  Now I was impaled on his cock and
completely at his mercy.  His strong arms lifted me up and down over him
and I hung on for dear life.  I was the instrument of his pleasure and I
loved my he-man.

Finally he lowered me back onto the bed, then moved above me as I hopped
back toward the pillows.  His cock was between my legs now and I had to
watch as he penetrated me - the vision of his wonderful cock reinforcing
the wonderful feelings of it fucking me.

Bob straightened up so that his torso was vertical and I reached for the
only part of him I could touch, his strong thighs.  His hands grabbed my
wrists and held them down as he began to drill my pussy hard again.  Once
again my senses were overloaded and my body was at his mercy, held down and
unable to move, feeling nothing but his cock, wanting nothing but his cock.
His strokes were short and fast, then long and slow and it did not matter
how he fucked me, only that he was fucking me.

Finally I felt him start to tense up and I was able to pant out a request.

"Please cum on my face, Bob.  I want to taste you."

Bob slipped out of me and straddled my chest and began to stroke himself.
I barely moved my face toward the head when he began to explode, cum blast
after cum blast going over my head at first, then hitting my face and my
open mouth and finally the last couple of spurts dribbling out on to my
tits.  The spurts that hit my mouth had triggered my swallow reflex and so
I pulled the jizz on my face toward my mouth to get a taste of what I
could.

It was heavenly -- warm and sweet.  It was the essence of man and I wished
I had gotten more of it.  But this was enough for now.  Bob slid along side
me and I turned my ass toward him.  His softening cock pressed against my
soft round ass as his arm draped over my chest.  I was exhausted and closed
my eyes with a smile on my face.

III

I opened my eyes and found myself in the same bed in which Bob had fucked
me delirious before.  But the bar and dance floor were gone.  It was now a
hotel room and I saw a room service menu by the phone. I opened it up and
knew immediately what I wanted.

"Um ... this is Melissa and I would like to order room service please."

"Yes Miss, what can we get you?"

"I'd like the Meat Lovers breakfast, please."

"Big, Bigger or Biggest?"

"Bigger."

"White or dark meat?"

"White, please."

"Cut or uncut?"

"Cut, please."

"Very well, Melissa.  It will be about 15 minutes."

"There will be a bigger tip if you can make it ten."

I hung up and got out of the bed, grabbed my clutch purse and went to the
bathroom.  I washed off the smeared makeup and took out the lipstick. It
was the only makeup I had and the only makeup I needed.

Then I went to the dresser and found a couple of lingerie choices.  I chose
a white baby doll made of a soft satin material.  The top of the chest had
some pretty lace and it barely fell below my ass.  There was a knock on the
door.

Into the room strode an Adonis wearing a white terrycloth robe.  I motioned
him toward the middle of the room and joined him.  I reached and slipped
the robe off of his broad shoulders and threw it aside then reached down to
grasp his cock.  I couldn't get my my hand around it. My wide eyes must
have given away my surprise.

"We comped you a Supersize order."

I smiled and said "Lucky me" then began to explore his broad chest and
ripped muscles.

I was on my knees now, where a woman belongs and found that he was indeed
huge and not even hard yet.  I slipped him into my mouth and my senses
luxuriated in every sensation.  The warmth of his manhood.  The soft spongy
texture of his flaccid state.  The clean but musky taste and smell.  The
soft friction between my lips and his shaft as I gently pulled him into my
mouth and slid back down until only the head rested inside.  As he
stiffened, I luxuriated in the hardness of the shaft and the satiny
smoothness of the head.

He was hard now, and he was so big it looked like it would take three hands
to grip every inch of the shaft.  I cupped his enormous balls and held the
base to lift it toward my hungry mouth.  It was so long that the last few
inches drooped downward.

I explored every inch of that wondrous cock, licking, slurping and sucking.
He began to moan and I felt happy inside.  I was the instrument of a man's
pleasure, and it made me feel complete.  And so I wanted to please him in
every way that I could.  Most women have one blowjob technique.  I had
watched so many starlets performing, I knew all the best techniques.

I was Ginger Lynn, stroking the cock with my thumb and finger, then
slipping it into my mouth.  After a quick deep throat, I flicked my tongue
firmly against the underside of the entire shaft then danced along the
head, over and over.

I was Lili Marlene, alternative between long deep throat strokes and big,
full licks of the head.

I was Little Oral Annie, my favorite one of all, gently gobbling the shaft
down a few inches at a time, withdrawing, then going further and further
until it had all disappeared.

I was Tiffany Minx, curling my tongue around the head on the upstroke then
blowing spit bubbles at the head before slipping the cock all the way down
my throat.

And I was Heather Hunter, and Meghan Leigh, and Jeanna Fine and a chorus of
others, worshipping the cock every way I could.  His moans filled my ears
like the most beautiful of symphonies, and my changing tactics kept him
from finding that steady pace that would make him cum.  It was time to
fully become the instrument of his pleasure, and on the last down stroke I
held his ass in place for an instant then signaled that he should start
fucking my face by withdrawing a bit then slamming his cock home.

His hands held my face in place and I settled in for a good face fucking.
I realized it didn't matter where a woman received a cock, only that she
received it.  A mouth is as good as a pussy and can be even more intimate.

My hand was rubbing my clit as he slid his cock into and out of my face.
But this Adonis wasn't giving up his sweet nectar so easily.  He used my
mouth as he desired, thrusting short and fast, pulling out to move his cock
along my face, teasing me then pleasing me whenever he put it back in my
mouth.  I'd gasp and catch my breath when he pulled out and if he took too
long to put it back in, I'd look up pleadingly.  I was his, he could use me
as he wanted, but couldn't he please let me devour him?

Finally he settled into a short savage rhythm of thrusting and I sighed in
contentment.  Then he withdrew so that his cock was just outside of my
mouth and stroked himself to completion.  Stream after stream coursed into
my hungry mouth and this time I wasn't going to miss a drop.  I let none of
it slip down my throat even as some slipped out of my mouth and down my
chest.  I savored the flavor, smiled sweetly at my stud, then swallowed.
Looking down there was more on my chest to transfer into my mouth and
finally I lovingly cleaned his magnificent prick, smiling up at him when
finally I kissed the head.

My legs and knees were stiff after that marathon blow job and while he
slipped out of the room, I stumbled over to the bed and lay down.  When I
awoke, it was dark.  The lights came up and I was once again sitting in the
chair at Expectations as I heard the door open behind me.

IV

"So what have you learned, Mel?"

I stared at my wife and wasn't sure what to say.

"Well obviously Zeus was right.  Sex is better for women.  I guess its
Mother Nature's way of making up for the fact of menstruation and
childbirth.  Your body is like a live wire -- every touch is like an
electric charge between the body part, your desire and your crotch.  And
you actually get off on the performance and the act of giving pleasure.  As
a man I give head to get your motor going.  I don't savor the taste, I just
want to find that spot so I can get you off and get you ready to be fucked.
Women get off on everything about a man --we just love the feeling when we
fuck a pussy or a willing mouth.

"So you enjoyed yourself then? "

"Of course, but that doesn't mean I want to do it again or that I wish I
was born a woman.  Do you think I want to be a woman?"

"As they say, Mel, let's go to the video tape!"

The speakers began to play a mash up of two songs -- "Girls Just Wanna Have
Fun" and "(Man) I Feel Like a Woman" as the screen came alive.  Bob was
walking toward the end of the bar and I blanched as the camera settled on
me.  I wasn't the pretty twenty-something I had seen in the mirror.  It was
me, wearing the black and red dress, makeup smeared on my face, my five
o'clock shadow poking through.

Then the video started skipping around.  Bob taking my bra off -- a bra
devoid of breasts.  Me moaning with Bob's cock in my mouth.  My first
orgasm of the night, only cum was spurting out of my cock, not spurting out
of my pussy, as Bob finished me off with his hand. Then more quick edits of
Bob fucking me in my ass and his pop shot on my face.  The volume came down
as the audio went up and I heard my voice ordering room service, and the
volume went back up as that scene unfolded.

I thought at least I did a passable impression of the starlets I had jerked
off to when I was younger.

Finally the video was over and silence hung heavily in the room.

"First of all, how the hell was this done?  Miss Wentworth said her company
offered state of the art virtual reality experiences."

"Use your head, Mel -- the big one.  Do you really think that kind of
technology exists?  I paid $10,000 just for the opening sequence that made
you think you'd been transformed into a woman!"

"Then why did I continue to see myself as female? Why did I see Bob's cock
going into my pussy?"

"Well we did have a little bit of a secret weapon.  One of those electrodes
that was attached to you actually dosed you with a drug used to make people
highly suggestible, sort of a hypnosis-in-a-pill.  When you closed your
eyes you were actually in a pre-hypnotic state and we hypnotized you to
make sure that your fantasy would be complete.

I fell silent for a moment and finally gave voice to the question I had all
along:

"How did you know?"

My wife laughed and said, "When a man stops fucking his wife, the wife
needs to find out why.  Once I determined to my satisfaction that you
weren't cheating on me, I started to look a little closer to home and it
didn't take long to figure it out.  At first I didn't think much of the
stash of porn burned to CDRs.  But then I realized -- there is an awful lot
of blowjob scenes here.  Finally it all came together when I did a thorough
search of your computer and email.

"Really now, 'Mel to Melissa,'?  And where did you ever find Nifty.org to
publish your ode to the adventures of a cross-dressing Cock Hungry Cum
Slut?"

My mind spun in confusion.  I had no choice but to realize that my wife
knew everything I had kept from her.  She knew that I grew up with erotic
fantasies of sucking cock.  That I smeared lipstick on my lips and wore my
mother's bra while gazing at pictures of women worshipping cock.  She knew
I dabbled in cross-dressing and sucking rubber cocks before I met her, and
now she knew that I had returned to that fantasy world as our sex life had
petered out.

"So what happens now?"

My wife smiled and I heard the door open behind me.  Bob and the room
service Adonis walked around my chair.  They were both naked, and I felt my
own cock stirring immediately.  Soon a tent formed in my trousers as I
couldn't help but sneak glimpses of the two men who had ravaged me.

"The cock never lies, Mel!"

I didn't speak.  My wife went to Bob and put her arm around his waist.

"This is Bill.  I've been fucking him pretty much ever since you stopped
fucking me."

She motioned toward the Adonis.

"That's Dick.  Dick is an actor I hired."

I stared at my wife.

"Do you remember the movie "The Manchurian Candidate," the original with
Frank Sinatra?  Well we left a mind-control trigger in your head, Mel.  In
the movie, the trigger was the queen of diamonds, right?  Well Mel, I have
your trigger right here."

My wife reached in her purse and pulled out her lipstick and a bra.
Without a moment's hesitation I got out of the chair, took off my shirt and
slipped the bra straps over my shoulder.  After fastening it in place, I
applied the lipstick and then sank to my knees in front of Dick.  I slipped
his cock into my mouth, savoring the taste, texture and warmth.  When a
moan escaped his lips, I smiled and began to suck his cock in earnest.

My wife chuckled before she spoke.

"There was no hypnosis, Mel."

I didn't look at her. I was wearing a pretty lace bra, my lips were painted
red and wrapped around a big beautiful cock, and the sweet sound of a man
moaning in pleasure filled my ears.  Nothing else mattered.