Date: Sat, 11 Dec 2010 19:31:09 -0500
From: coltrane3525@gmail.com
Subject: From Virtual Reality to My New Reality Part 3

Virtual Reality to My New Reality
Part 3
By Melissa Huntington

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"Look, Melissa ..."

I followed Susan's eyes toward the entryway of the bar, then returned her
smile.

One year ago my wife, under the ruse of a birthday gift, blindfolded me and
taken me to Expectations.  A few hours later I had walked out as Melissa,
wearing a schoolgirl's uniform, with my first dose of estrogen just
starting to do its work.  Now, thanks to my wife and her lover, I was a
woman in heart, mind, soul and body, and Susan had taken me out to
celebrate the anniversary of my transformation.

"Isn't that Mike, your old boss?  You used to say he'd fuck anything in a
skirt, and look at you: Dressed for success."

When I knew him, Mike did fuck anything in a skirt.  Or in jeans, a dress,
workout clothes. And the reason was obvious to me even then: Mike was
catnip to women.  He was model-handsome, with dark hair setting off green
eyes, a strong chin and an ever-present Devil-may-care smile.  Mike's
confidence never leaked into arrogance and he was a natural salesman,
whether selling timeshares or himself.  And unlike his romantic targets, I
wouldn't have to use furtive touches on the dance floor to guess what Mike
was packing.  I had taken many showers with him at the gym.  His body was
lean and ripped, and flaccid, his cock was still the largest I had ever
seen.  Before my transformation, I sometimes idly wondered what it was like
for his conquests to be fucked by that monster.

"You think you can rope him in, Melissa?"

I watched as Mike made his way toward the bar, and saw every woman in the
room check him out.  I would have to act fast.  I smiled at Susan again.

"Don't wait up."

I knew I was hardly the best-looking woman in the bar.  But thanks to
Susan, I accentuated what I had with impeccable makeup, hair and nails.
And thanks to Bill, I had a body that men always noticed.  My legs were now
curvaceous and daily work on the stepper kept them lightly muscled and
firm.  My navy skirt fell just above my knees and snugly showed off the
curve of my hips and ass.  And I couldn't be happier with how the girls
turned out.  A full C-cup, my tits, being not yet a year old, were like
those of a teenager.  Gravity had exerted nothing on them, unlike many of
the women who kept glancing over at Mike.  And I knew how to use my best
feature.

Mike was facing the bar as I slid into the chair next to him, making sure
to announce my presence by brushing the girls firmly against his arm.  He
turned toward me and immediately flashed that mega-watt smile.

"You're a tall drink of water."

I gave him a tiny smile but said nothing.  Susan had taught me all of the
tricks a woman uses.  Now that I had Mike's attention, I wasn't going to
lose it.  I fished out a cigarette from my purse, and Mike immediately
produced a lighter.  I took one brief puff then crushed it out.

"You wave a cigarette around, I light it and then you don't smoke it?"

"I don't smoke ... cigarettes."

Mike's smile grew bigger.

"I'm Mike."

"Melissa."

Mike looked at me quizzically.

"Melissa ...?"

"Huntington."

Mike's face betrayed a flash of recognition.

"Are you Mel Huntington's sister?  Mel used to work for me.  In fact about
a year ago he up and quit with no notice at all.  Is he your brother?"

"No.  I have no brothers."

"I wish I had a picture, the resemblance is uncanny."

"I remind you of some guy named Mel Huntington?"

Mike smiled again, his dimples creasing his face.

"Well, no, Mel definitely didn't fill out that blouse the way you do."

"I should hope not."

There was a pause, and then I laughed and Mike joined me.

"Can I buy you a drink?"

I ordered a Cosmo, and Mike and I began to make small-talk.  When I looked
into the mirror above the bar, I saw sour faces on the women looking in our
direction, except for Susan, who was beaming.  Mike glanced up just as
Susan toasted her glass toward me.

"Who is that?"

"My girl friend.  She pointed you out when you came in and dared me to come
over here."

"So I'm your quarry?  Will I just be another notch in your bedpost?"

"That depends."

"Depends on what?"

"Depends on ..."

I whispered to Mike and let my voice trail off as I dropped my left hand
into his lap.  I squeezed his leg with my hand, then moved my hand toward
his cock and dragged the nail of my index finger across its length.

"Do you want to get out of here?  My company keeps a suite at the hotel on
the corner.  I can mix us some drinks and we can get to know each other
better."

This time I returned Mike's direct gaze and smiled.  His hands moved to my
shoulders as I stepped away from the bar with him standing close behind me.
The looks on the faces of the other women were even more annoyed, and I saw
Susan smile and shake her head.

II

When we reached the suite, I excused myself to use the bathroom.  After
fixing my makeup, I slipped out of my blouse, skirt, garters and hose.  I
put my thong panties back on and reached into my purse for my favorite red
silk baby doll.

When I stepped out of the bathroom, I was pleased to see that Mike had the
same thought I had.  He was now wearing a terrycloth robe and was standing
at the bar.  When he turned toward me, he smiled again and showed me the
bottle he was working on.

"Champagne?"

"I'd love some."

I crossed the room toward him and slipped my hand down his muscular back as
the cork popped off and he quickly filled two glasses.  Handing me one, we
clinked glasses and sipped, then I moved mine toward his mouth as my own
mouth moved toward his glass.  We poured some into each other's mouths,
then Mike reached for my glass and set them both down.  I leaned forward
and we kissed slowly, my hands cupping his head.  Some champagne had
dribbled down his neck, and I moved his head and caught the trail, licking
my way back to his sexy lips, where my tongue danced along his.

I reached down for the belt of his robe and untied it, reached my hands up
toward his shoulders and slipping it off of him.  Now his hands cupped my
ass and pulled me tight against him, and I loved the feeling of my silk
covered body melting into his hard body.  I felt his hardness brush against
me, but I wanted to enjoy all of my catnip first.  My hands moved around
his waist and squeezed his muscular ass, my legs splayed around one leg,
his cock moving along my outer thigh.

Mike kissed me hard then, and my other arm went around his shoulders when
he bent down toward my tits.  His hand pulled my lingerie over my head, and
my fingers ran through his hair while his hand cupped my breast.

I had been so happy each time I had to buy new lingerie as my girls filled
in and I discovered what an erogenous zone women were blessed to have.  The
feeling of strong hands cupping and squeezing, the way my nipples broadened
and thickened and now responded to gentle or strong lips and tongue.  I
could spend hours having my funbags played with, and from what I
remembered, Mike was a tit man.

I moaned softly as Mike's expert hands and mouth stimulated me, until
finally he moved back toward my lips and kissed me again.  I still hadn't
touched him directly, but now he was taking charge.  His eyes met mine and
held my gaze as his hand reached for my wrist and moved my hand down toward
his cock.  My eyes grew wide as I finally grasped his cock and realized how
huge Mike really was.

"I love to watch a woman's face the first time she realizes what's in store
for her."

I kissed him again then began to explore my way down the broad expanse of
his muscular chest, pausing at each nipple to kiss, nibble and lick, then
moving down to his washboard abs and finally to his waist and thighs.  I
kept my eyes locked on his as I squatted beneath him, his cock sticking out
over one shoulder, then I shifted my attention to his manhood.

"All this for me?"

He smiled and cupped my head, and I took in his glory.  His groin was
trimmed but not shaved clean, and his heavy balls hung low, just as I
remembered them.  What I had not seen before was Mike's cock at full mast.
He was impressive in the shower, but this was more than even I had
imagined.  My right hand grasped the shaft at the base and my left hand
went above it.  Above that was more cock than most women ever took into
their mouths.  I looked up at him and mouthed the only word I could: Wow.

I started at the tip and began to run my tongue over the underside, slowly
swabbing the shaft until I reached the base, where I curled my lip around
each ball.  Then I worked my way up to the top of the base and tongue
bathed the top of the shaft.  Mike softly moaned when I finally slipped the
head into my mouth and my lips slid a few inches down the shaft.

I looked up at him and smiled, then I reached for the two champagne
glasses.

"Let me serve you French style."

I poured the contents of the glasses over his shaft and balls then began to
suck his cock in earnest, slipping it out to stroke its length and vibrate
my tongue against the underside of the head.

"Your cock tastes so good."

"Well is it me or is it the champagne?"

"It's definitely you."

I slipped my hands up toward Mike's chest, feeling and squeezing his hard
pecs when he grasped both of my hands and held them on top of my head.  I
slipped him out of my mouth and looked up at him.

"Am I under arrest?  You better read my rights!"

"You have the right to pleasure my cock and to have my cock pleasure you.
You have the right to grunt, moan or scream and to choose where I deposit
my load.  Do you understand these rights as I have described them?"

Mike's cock was back in my mouth and I mumbled my assent around it.  Then
Mike pulled himself out and rubbed the head of his cock around my lips.  I
stuck out my tongue and he brought the head down on it, then I curled my
lip around the shaft and he thrust his length along my lips over and over
again.

Finally my shoulders began to ache and I pulled my hands away from his,
grasped his muscular thighs and began to work on getting as much of his
cock into my mouth as I could.  First four, then five, then six and seven
inches slid into my throat, until only the width of my fist eluded my
hunger.  When I released him I stroked his cock with both hands and looked
up at him.

"Has anyone ever managed to swallow the whole thing?"

"Not many, but you're taking more than most."

"Well I'll just have to keep practicing."

Mike held my forearms and pulled me up, and as he did I slipped my thumb
inside the waistband of my thong and slid my panty off. He grabbed my
thighs and lifted me up, my arms went around his neck.  I felt his cock
along the crack of my ass as my wetness smeared his pubes.

He carried me into toward the bed, then released me.  I scooted backwards
toward the pillows while he moved toward me on all fours, his cock dangling
below him.  He mounted me and I felt his cock against my inner thigh, his
tongue back on my tits, my moans filling his ears.  He pulled away from my
chest and my hands went to his neck as he ground his hardness against my
slit.  I loved doing this when I was still Mel and I loved the feeling of a
hard cock against me even more.  It made me glad I became a woman.

Finally Mike pressed the head against me and I opened up to receive him. I
placed my palm against his stomach, making sure that he moved slowly as I
adjusted to his size.  My vision was growing hazy as he slid further inside
and when he began to thrust my arms pulled him close, to feel his body
against mine but also to make sure that he didn't thrust too deeply or too
hard.

He settled into a smooth rhythm of short, slow thrusts and guttural moans
started to escape my throat.  Then he started to move faster and harder and
deeper, and I felt my orgasm begin to build.  I began to whimper.

"Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop ... I'm gonna cum on your cock.  I'm
gonna cum on your cock. I'm gonna ..."

My breath went short and choppy and then time stopped as a continuous wave
of pleasure escaped me.  I cried out, loudly, and then slowly caught my
breath.  Mike stopped moving inside me while my orgasm subsided, and when
my vision cleared I saw his smiling face looking down at me.  He slid out
of me and pawed at my waist as he shifted away.  I immediately turned over
and lifted my ass toward his incredible cock and he slid it back into me.

He grabbed a handful of my hair as he began to fuck me again, and I rose
further off the bed, my ass planted against his crotch, and I could now
fully accommodate him.  He started fucking me faster this time, then he
released my hair and leaned forward, his breath against my neck.  Sweat
dripped off of him onto my shoulders then he shifted all the way forward,
until my legs straightened out beneath him and he lay on top of me,
drilling himself deeply inside.  This was the position I loved most, being
trapped in place, no way to move, no desire to move, only to be slave to
the cock that is fucking me so hard and so deep.  This time I could hardly
even form any words as pleasure broke over me again.

"I ... I'm ... ohhhhhhhhh."

I barely felt Mike pull out of me this time.  He pushed on my hip and I lay
on my back again.  He pulled my legs over his thighs before slipping his
cock back inside me and I cupped my tits as he began to fuck me again.
Soon my tits were bouncing wildly as he drove his cock into me, short gasps
becoming loud moans then choked screams as I began to cum again.

Mike wasn't just blessed with a supercock.  He was a superfuck.  He had
made me cum so many times, I had to get him off.

"Wanna fuck my tits?"

I lay back on the pillows as Mike mounted me.  I coated his cock with
saliva and he dribbled some of his own onto my chest, then he started
sliding in between my boobs.  When I wrapped the girls around a cock, most
men nearly disappeared inside.  But Mike was too big for that to happen.
With his shaft still between my tits, the head was touching my chin.  I
turned my neck down to flick my tongue over the head.  Then he pulled back
and took shorter, faster strokes.

"Yeah, fuck my tits hard.  C'mon!  Fuck those titties. I love how your cock
feels sliding between my tits. You like how my tits feel wrapped around
your big cock?  Fuck my tits, baby."

Mike reached his hand back between my legs and slipped a finger inside me.

"Yeah baby, that's it, finger-fuck me while you fuck my tits."

Finally Mike shifted forward until his knees straddled my chest and his
cock rose toward my hungry mouth.  I reached up with both hands and began
to stroke him.

"You wanna fuck my mouth now, stud?  You going to put that big hard cock
between my hungry lips and fuck my mouth like you fucked my pussy?"

Mike moved his cock alongside my lips, thrusting while I danced my tongue
along the underside of the shaft.  Then he lifted the head and I cupped his
balls and pulled them toward my mouth.

"Take both balls inside your mouth."

I stared into Mike's eyes as I tried to devour both of his balls at once,
but they were just too big.  Finally he lowered the head and I opened wide
as he began to fuck my mouth.

This was another favorite position, my head pressed against the headboard,
nowhere to turn, giving my mouth over to him to use as he had used my
pussy, thrilling to the hard smoothness of his cock, the scent, the essence
of his manhood, wishing that he would never stop fucking my mouth.

Mike fucked my mouth fast and hard, then slow and soft.  Each time he
pulled out I whimpered and begged for it.

Mike thrilled my mouth as he had thrilled my pussy, and finally his breath
grew short and his moans grew louder and I felt his body start to tense.
He slipped out of my mouth and began to stroke himself.

"Please cum for me.  I want to taste you and savor you.  God I love your
cock so much."

Mike started groaning loudly and then his cum started to dribble out, spurt
after spurt coating my face.  It was warm and bountiful, sweet and sticky
and without a single spurt wasted.  He used the head of his cock to move
his cum toward my lips where I greedily gobbled it up.

After I cleaned the rest off of him, he slid down and I shifted on my hip
as he pressed himself tight against me.  We caught our breath together, his
arm draped over me, our hot bodies stuck together.  I turned over to face
him.

"I have a confession to make.  I do know Mel Huntington."

"So you are his sister.  I could swear I saw the family resemblance."

"No.  It's me.  I was Mel Huntington."

A confused expression crossed his face, then he looked away and chuckled.
He turned back toward me with that same Devil-may-care smile that had
turned so many other women to jelly.

"I know, Melissa.  I knew all along.  This was all set up by Susan. I
wasn't going to leave that bar with anyone but you."

I stared at him.

"But if even if this wasn't a set up, once I saw you, I didn't want to
leave with anyone else anyway."

He had rendered me speechless.

"Melissa, would you like to come back to work?  I have a position you'd be
perfect for."

I kissed him gently and pressed myself into him as my head fell into his
chest.  I stared at his cock until I faded off to sleep.