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This story is intended for the enjoyment of adults over the age
of 18. It contains fantasy scenes of people engaged in graphic sexual
activity.
Please, if you are under the age of 18, or if you will be offended
by such material, read no further. Go find something else to do.
Thanks. LST
MAKE-BELIEVE COED
by Little Sissy Tippytoes
* * * * *
I hate Karla. I really do.
It was Karla who got me this job. And now I have to put up with
Bernie all day. Bernie's my boss. And like I don't know how Karla
found him, but she did. And he like runs a porno movie house, and
he has me working in the ticket booth.
Ok. Here's how it works. Bernie comes to Karla's place at 11 a.m.
in the morning, even on Sunday. I'm supposed to be ready when he
gets there. So like I've just spent the last hour getting ready,
making sure my stocking seams are straight, my nails are perfect,
my lips just right. Like that. But then here comes Bernie, and the
first thing he always does is lift my skirt in the back and smack me
on the ass. And he always smacks me on the right side of my ass, 'cause
see, that's the cheek he had tattooed. It's got this heart on it,
and it says in this real nice print, "I Love Bernie." And like Karla
thinks it's great. It's not a small tattoo either, by the way.
Ok. So, he smacks my ass and then he says, "C'mon, Cunt, we're
gonna be late!" It's always the same thing, day after day. I hate it
when he calls me Cunt, which is all the time, by the way. Then like the
next thing he does is grab my ass and steer me out the door. He thinks
that's funny. His big ham hand is on my ass all the way to the car. Which
means we have to go down the hall from the front door, down the stairs to
the entrance of Karla's building, out the door, up the walk to the parking
lot, and then to Bernie's car. Then he opens the door on my side of
the car and shoves me in. Then he goes around and gets in on his side
of the car, behind the wheel. Then like before he even starts the car,
he zips down his fly and then he always yells, "Hey, Cunt, look what's
for breakfast!" And then he always laughs. And then he grabs my nose
real hard so it hurts and pulls me down in his lap so I can do his cock.
It's always the same. Day after day. "Hey, Cunt, look what's for breakfast!"
Very funny.
It doesn't matter when he comes, or if he comes, I have to keep his
cock in my mouth all the way to work. After all these months, to tell
the truth, I've gotten kind of used to the taste of Bernie's cock, and
it's really pretty tasty. And like his come sure tastes good, now that
I'm used to it. I used to cry when he first started playing this game
with me. But now, to tell the truth, I enjoy it. I really do. So like
I might as well, you know. Like the taste, I mean. It's not like I
get to vote about it. But so like don't tell Bernie, though, ok?
So we drive to the movie house downtown, me slurping away on Bernie's
dick, which always upsets me 'cause it means my lipstick is gonna be
ruined, and my stocking seams always get crooked. And like my hair gets
all mussed up, too. But like Bernie doesn't care. He figures I'll have
plenty of time to get fixed up when we get to the movie house. Ok, but
I don't know where he gets that notion, 'cause he always has me doing
his pecker when we get there, and I only have a few minutes to open the
ticket booth. Lately, he's got me reaming out his ass with my tongue.
Shit! I hate that! But like I said, who ever asked what I thought?
Ok, now we come to the part I hate the most. In the ticket booth
there's this stool for me to sit on, with a nice padded seat and back.
But like Bernie doesn't stop there. Oh, no. See, Bernie thinks if I get
too comfy I won't do a good job selling tickets. And like there's this
great mob of people banging down the doors to get into Bernie's porno
movie house, right?
So like what Bernie has done to the stool is this. Right in the middle
of it, where my ass sits, ok, he's put this dildo. And the dildo uses,
you know, it's own power. And like it vibrates up and down. But like
Bernie isn't happy with just that. No, Bernie has to set it up so it
vibrates when it feels like it. So like I'm sitting there with it
stuck up my ass and I don't know when it's going to start buzzing away
and tickling me. And it's up my ass all the time, except when I'm on
my break.
Some break. I get two fifteen-minute breaks, one before dinner, and
one after dinner. But like all I do on my break is go into Bernie's
office, crawl under his desk, open up his fly and have a pecker snack.
Ok. So like Bernie is a very strict boss. Right after he had me
tattooed, he got this notion that he would like to pierce my penis. My
'teeny weenie peenie,' as he calls it. So he took me to some person who
does this sort of thing. And like, there I was all strapped down on this
table, and this person gave me a shot so I wouldn't feel my penis getting
pierced. Then like - this is so gross, but I have to tell the whole
story - he made this hole right through the crown of my dick! And like
it was a big hole! I mean, he missed the tube where my pee comes out,
thank goodness. But he cut a tunnel right through me. Then like he
attached this ring through the tunnel and told me how to keep it real
clean so it wouldn't infect and ruin me. So like you never saw a pecker
get such tender loving care.
Then like a couple of weeks later, Bernie took me back to see this
same piercing person. And like this person took this gold ring, which
was like at least two inches across, I swear, and he pushed it through
my penis! And then he like closed it and fixed it so I can't ever take
it off. Unless like I saw it off or something. I cried all the way home.
Ok. So like on this stool I sit on in the ticket booth, Bernie has
bolted on a clasp-hook sort of thing. Then like what I have to do is
first I grease up the dildo with some greasy stuff. Then like I climb
on the stool and sit down on the dildo. Then like I take the clasp-
hook and attach it to my penis ring. And after I snap it shut, I'm not
supposed to touch it again until Bernie says I can. He says if he
catches me fooling with it, he'll put handcuffs on me and clamp them to
the ticket counter.
And, oh yes, before I do all this, I have to take my skirt off.
So like there I am impaled on this dildo, locked in my seat by my
penis, and I'm naked from the waist down, except for my stockings. And
shoes. And like I spend all day praying my seams are straight too, 'cause
if they're not, then when my break time comes, Bernie spanks my ass.
And like Bernie is not gentle. Not with those big ham hands of his. Believe
me.
Ok. So like this is how I spend my day in the ticket booth. If someone
comes up to the window, I sell him a ticket. That's like what I'm there
for, after all. But like not too many people come up to the window,
except at night. It's true. The people come mostly at night. I do sell
a lot of tickets then, to tell the truth. But like in the daytime I
don't have much to do but sit there getting fucked by the dildo. So like
Bernie gives me these porno books with pictures of cute guys in dresses
getting fucked in the ass. He thinks I'll like those pictures, 'cause
like after all I'm a cute guy sitting there getting fucked in the ass.
Ok. But like Bernie also lets me fix myself up too. So like he has
put a mirror on the counter so I can repair my makeup and stuff and
of course after my break time I always have to put on new lipstick
and all. And like my hair is always a mess too, so I spend hours -
hours! - fixing my hair. And like if my nails get chipped a little
I have to fix them too. 'Cause like if Bernie says I'm not his perfect
little Cunt, he's gonna beat me black and blue. And like Bernie never
lies. Believe me.
So like mostly I just sit there in the booth, looking at dirty photos
and bored out of my skull, except when the dildo gets going. I always
get a hardon, which is a mistake, 'cause the clasp on my penis ring is
very snug. So like if my pecker starts to grow, it stretches the
ring and the clasp as far as they'll go, which is never far enough. So
like then my penis starts to curl around and it's awful and painful.
And like I never come 'cause I hurt so much all the time. But the dildo
just keeps humming away. Why should it care if I hurt? Am I right?
And so like that's why I hate Karla.
* * * * *
Ok. Bernie has also ordered me never to use any words with more than two
sylla - you know, that word that has more than two of 'em in it? I can't
say it, though, 'cause if Bernie hears me say it, I'll be black and
blue. It's true. So like when I'm sitting there in the booth getting
fucked in the ass and looking at dirty pictures and crying 'cause my
'teeny weenie peenie' hurts like hell, I practice words with only two of
those things in 'em. Bernie says someday he may limit me to words with
only one of those things. Which is one reason I'm telling you this story
right now, 'cause like can you figure what it would be like to explain
all this in words of only one of those things?
Also, in case you're asking why I use "like" and "ok" and like all
those kinds of words over and over, it's 'cause Bernie says, "Cunt,
you're not just a dumb cunt, you're a ditzy cunt. I want you soundin'
like an airhead all the time. Or would you prefer a black and blue
ass?" So like if it's a ditzy, airhead cunt he wants, who am I to
argue?
Ok. But like Bernie is a cheap asshole (I have to whisper now so he
won't hear me). I pack my own sandwich for dinner, but he still charges
me two dollars and fifty cents for it! He says, "Cunt, that sandwich
came out of my machine, and you know it. You keep shittin' me and I'm
gonna beat your little white ass black and blue." So like I just pack
two dollar bills and two quarters to cover the cost of the sandwich I
make for myself at Karla's. And then I pack two more dollar bills 'cause
that's what Bernie charges me to use the water fountain. "Hey, Cunt,"
he yells at me, "I gotta pay for that water. It don't grow on trees,
ya know, harhar!" And like I never see my pay. He gives it to Karla
on Friday. So like Karla gives me spending money, which is nice, but
then she makes me pay for all my makeup and clothes and stuff. And
like I have to pay Bernie for my dinner out of the money Karla gives
me. And like Karla says the share of my pay that Bernie gives her is
to cover my part of the rent and food and household stuff. So like
the bottom line is I never have any money to buy stuff for myself.
And like Bernie always laughs when I complain about being broke.
"Hey, Cunt," he'll yell at me. "You gonna go shoppin' with that
stool attached to your ass?" And then he laughs and then he spanks
my bare ass until I'm crying so hard my makeup is ruined. And then
he spanks my ass for messing up my makeup.
And that's also why I hate Karla.
* * * * *
Ok. I really don't hate Karla at all. But like I really am confused
about her. There are times when she can be so mean to me, like giving
me to Bernie to work for him; and then if I, like, complain about what
he does, she tells on me! And like then he whips my ass black and blue.
And then like makes me ream his ass for an hour which is gross and I'm
ashamed even to admit I do it. I mean, like, my tongue is up there
in his little asshole for an hour! And like he makes me pretend my
tongue is my penis, and he wants me to like fuck him, like move my
tongue in and out and in and out. So like it's awful and I always
cry and he laughs at me and makes me lick up all his come after his
climax. Like my tongue in his asshole makes him come. Is that weird?
But then like there are times when Karla is really sweet to me.
Like there's this cream that Karla makes me rub into my chest all
the time. I mean it. Like when I'm home with Karla and I have all
this free time on my hands, I'm supposed to rub this cream all over
my chest. Karla says it's supposed to help me grow breasts. Ok,
so why do I want to grow breasts for goodness' sake? It's Karla and
Bernie who want me to look like a girl, after all. But, so like
that's why I mostly go around looking like a girl. 'Cause like they
want me to. Duh.
Ok. But like Karla loves to rub this cream on me. And she'll spend
hours doing it too, like when we're sitting around watching tv, just
the two of us. And then like she'll get out the cream and I'll take
off my blouse or top or you know, and then like she'll be sitting on
the couch and I'll lie down with my head resting on her breasts
which are all soft and like a pillow. Then like she'll get a big handful
of that cream and she'll just start rubbing away, and she'll do that
like for hours and I'll be just so warm and dreamy and lovey. And like
at those times she'll talk real sweet to me and tell me how much she
likes me. So like this cream is really working too, I think. I know
I'm starting to feel soft in my chest, and my nipples are getting more
and more tender. Karla also has me take female hormones too on top of
the cream. Like she says it'll make me more girlish and if I'm more
of a real girl, then I won't mind the stuff Bernie makes me do to him.
Like does she think Bernie's asshole is going to taste better if I'm
more like a girl?
But like I look in the mirror in the morning and really it does
look like I'm growing real breasts. I stare at my chest and I rub
my hands across my tender nipples, and my poor pierced penis twitches
and jumps when I do that. It's fun. So ok, maybe growing breasts will
be ok, after all.
Ok. So like there are times when Karla and I have lots of fun. Like
she loves to shop for me and she buys me real pretty clothes, using my
pay, of course. And then she'll like come home all happy and singing
and she'll pat my bottom and tell me to, "Get naked, Cunt." She used
to call me Sissy - my boy's name was Cecil - but she agrees now with
Bernie. When I'm all dressed up the way they want me to look, I do
look like a cunt. But like that's what she'll do. She'll make me get
naked and then she'll spend the next couple of hours dressing me in
all the new clothes she buys for me. And she'll have me play with my
hair to get the look just right. And sometimes she'll make me change
my makeup too. But like we have fun and we giggle lots. And some of
the outfits she puts me in are really pretty, I think. She mostly
sticks to real short skirts, like, and super tight tops that show
off my tiny tits. And like real high heel shoes with pencil thin
heels. And like I'm wobbling all over the place, trying to keep my
balance, and she's like on the couch laughing so hard she has to
hold her tummy. But I like it. After all these months I have learned
to love dressing up. For Karla. Not for Bernie. He like sees me in
a new skirt and he wants to lift it up to see what I've got on under
it. Then he like either yanks on my penis ring, or he whacks me on
the ass.
Ok. But like Karla is sweet about it. She really wants me to be a
gorgeous girl. And she'll like spend hours and hours with me working
on just the right makeup and hair style and stuff. And she helps me
pick out just the right ear rings, and bracelets and rings and all.
Sometimes she makes me so happy I start to cry right there in the
living room. She'll fuss at me for being such a big baby, crying like
that, but then she'll like hug me and kiss me and make me feel all melty
all over.
And like she buys me the most pretty panties and bras and stockings
and other stuff like that. And sometimes she'll have me model those with
no skirts or blouses. Just panties and bras and stuff. And, of course,
my real high heels so I like have to mince around the room in them
which makes my hips roll and swish and Karla always claps her hands
and whistles and cheers. But I love my panties I have to say. I didn't
at first, though, 'cause I was tricked into wearing them. But now I
do. So, ok, and it's as much 'cause it pleases Karla to see me in panties
as it is 'cause the panties just feel so good. So do the bras, like
right now, really, 'cause my breasts are growing.
Ok. But then there are times when Karla comes home feeling all bitchy
or something. Then like she makes my life hell around her place. She'll
yell 'cause I didn't clean the house to suit her. Or the dinner I
cooked tastes burnt. Or my makeup isn't right. And like I think she must
be on the rag or something, but that's not it, really, 'cause like I've
seen her during her monthly time and she's been just fine. But so like
she'll just get in a fussy mood and bitch at me and pick a fight. Then
like the next day she'll tell Bernie I'm well-named, and he'll like ask
what the fuck she's talking about, and she'll like say, "Because she
really is a cunt. That's what." And then like all day at work he's on
my ass about it all. And I always get spanked. Like, see, Karla doesn't
like to spank me. So she fixes it up so like Bernie will do it for her.
'Cause like he loves to spank me! So he's always happy when Karla's
pissed off at me. So I spend a lot of time trying to keep Karla happy.
* * * * *
Ok. So let me try to tell you about a good time with Karla, so you can
see for yourself why I'm always so confused about her.
It was like this really nice day, with the sky a perfect blue, and not
a cloud in sight. My day at the porno movie house had been an easy one,
like Bernie'd only spanked me twice, and his come was tasting really good
that day for some reason I don't know why. And I had sat in the booth
getting fucked away and feeling all happy about the blue sky and the
bright sun. So when I got back to Karla's I thought I'd fix a real nice
dinner for her, porkchops and mashed 'tatoes and gravy and salad, with
a little salad for me (gotta watch my girlish figure!). And I opened
some wine for her, and it was all ready to go and the table was like all
set with candles and all when she walked in the door. Well, she clapped
her hands and rushed across the room and threw her arms around me and
gave me a big hug and a wet, noisy kiss and I started to cry I was like
so happy and all to see her like this. This was how it should always be,
I thought.
So, like we ate and she was in a real chatty mood, and she gossiped
about all kinds of stuff, and she made me laugh and my eyes were
filled with tears from I guess all those female hormones I was taking.
And like after dinner I cleared the table while she went into the other
room to turn on the tv or cd player, like, and I did the dishes and I was
humming and having a great time, and even standing at the sink in my
four inch heels I didn't feel tired at all.
Ok. But then like all of a sudden Karla was standing behind me sort of
like pushing me against the sink and the next thing I knew she had flipped
up my skirt and was playing with my penis ring, sort of jerking softly
on it so my dick wiggled and waggled a little. Then, her other hand
was up under my tube top and she was rubbing my titty, both of my titties,
one at a time. And I lowered my head, my eyes getting teary, and I just
let this really nice feeling sort of like wash all over me. Then her
lips were pressing against the back of my neck, and I could feel her
warm breath as she slowly moved her tongue up my neck to the back of
my ear lobe, which made my little jangly hoop ear rings tinkle. I threw
my head back and drew in a deep breath and held it there and just let
this feeling take over.
Karla had let go of my penis ring and was now rubbing her hand up
and down my cock, making it ache with desire and it began to fill up
and I could feel it growing larger. Her other hand was rubbing my tits
harder and my nipples were getting stiff. I was moaning by now, and
my breathing was getting really ragged.
But then all of a sudden she spun me around so I was face to face
with her and she pulled my mouth to hers and kissed me. And like her
tongue was in my mouth and she was lifting my tube top so it was bunched
up under my armpits, and she was rubbing both of my breasts with her
hands. I cried out in joy and wrapped my arms around her, 'cause like
if I hadn't, I was sure my knees would buckle and I would fall down
right there. Then using my breasts like handles, she began to tug
down on them so I did have to bend my knees. And then, like, there I
was, on my knees, and she was lifting her dress up to her waist. Then
she stepped forward and covered the dress over my head so I was now
under her dress with my nose pressed against her tummy. But like even
if Bernie thinks I'm a ditzy cunt, I'm not stupid, you know. And I
sure knew what to do then. I reached my hands up under Karla's dress
and pulled her panties down as far as I could without moving my head
one inch from where it was. Stretching them to the limit, Karla spread
her legs as wide as she could, then using both hands she pushed on
the back of my head. My tongue entered her slit, and like the touch of
her burning pussy on my tongue and the taste of her sweet juices nearly
made me faint. I grabbed the backs of her thighs with my hands, holding
on for dear life. And I licked, and I nibbled, and I sucked, and I
kissed, and I shoved my tongue as far inside her as I could, and I
filled my nose with the smell of her, and I could hear her sobbing
above me, and then she was humping my face and I knew she was going to
come right there by the kitchen sink, and my tears flowed wrecking my
makeup and I didn't give a shit, 'cause my mouth was on Karla and my
tongue was in Karla and I was in a state of rapture. Her grip on the
back of my head tightened, and she humped like a crazy person against
my mouth and my tongue. She was groaning loudly and now she was banging
my head with her fists and screaming, and her pussy was flooding my
face with its juices and as she came she cried and as she cried she came.
Then like after a while it got real quiet in the room.
Ok. So I kept kissing her pubic hair, and blowing softly on it, trying
to dry her off or something. Then after a while she lifted her dress
and stepped back, pulling up her panties. I was like still kneeling on
the floor in front of her, and she reached out and like took my hand
in hers and stood me up. With my four inch heels, I almost tripped and
fell, but I managed to balance myself somehow, and she led me over to
the couch. She sat down, then pulled me onto her lap. My tube top was
still pulled up so that my tiny breasts were still exposed. As I curled
up in her lap, she turned me so that she could lean down and kiss and
nibble my nipples. Then she started to suck on them gently, and I just
lay there in her lap feeling so happy and glad I started to cry. But
like it was a real quiet cry, and I don't even think Karla heard it.
We sat that way for hours at least. Then, she gently pushed me off
her lap, stood up and took my hand, leading me into her bedroom.
I never went into Karla's bedroom, except to clean it. I slept on a
mat in the kitchen. But, here I was, and here was Karla, sitting on
the edge of the bed, taking my clothes off of me. And when I was like
naked, she pulled me down to the bed so I was lying next to her.
Then she like stood up and got undressed too. Then she went into the
bathroom and took a shower. I stayed right there on her bed, too scared
to move. After her shower, she dried off and, still naked, came back
into the room. Karla is like so gorgeous I nearly come just thinking
about her. But that night she was even more gorgeous than any other
time I'd been with her. Like, she shone with her beauty. She lay down
beside me and just stroked my body, not saying a word. It was really
nice. I got so relaxed I drifted off to sleep and didn't wake up until
much later. She was asleep beside me, naked. And like I got really scared.
What if she found me in her bed in the morning? And forgot she had put me
there? What would she do to me? Would she tell Bernie? Shit, I thought,
I better get out of here. So like I lifted myself as quiet as I could
over her body, and let myself off the bed. Then, I tiptoed out of her
room and snuck back into the kitchen to my mat.
So like you see how Karla gets me all confused?
* * * * *
And she can be so mean sometimes. Like that morning when she woke
up. And she took her shower and got all dressed for work and then she
came into the kitchen for her breakfast which I had fixed for her and
I was humming and all like happy and all. And she smiled and we even
talked a little bit. But then Bernie showed up, and he was like real
early that morning. And he said, like, "What're you two up to? You're
both grinning like a cat who just caught a mouse." Or something.
And so Karla got this look on her face. And she goes: "Bernie, did
you know the Cunt here is a virgin in her ass?"
And Bernie's like: "Is that so? No, I didn't know that."
And she goes: "And you know what else? She told me she wants you
to pop her cherry."
And he's like, "C'mon. She wants me to cornhole her?"
And I'm like turning eight shades of red. See, I can't say a thing,
'cause if I deny it, then I make Karla look like a liar. But I don't
want to admit it, either. So I just pretend that I'm like working real
hard washing the dishes.
But then Karla says, "Isn't that so, Cunt? Didn't you tell me you
wanted Bernie to fuck your ass?"
And I'm like: "Uhm, oh, er, ah," like I'm speechless.
"Oh, yes, indeed," says Karla. "Cunt here said if you wouldn't do her,
it would break her heart. She wants you so badly, she's even willing to
get down on her knees and beg you to do her asshole. Isn't that true,
Cunt?"
And I'm like standing at the sink and I can feel tears forming in my
eyes, 'cause I know there is no way I'm going to get out of this thing.
And Bernie says, "Is that right, Cunt? You really want me to fuck you
up the ass?"
And I just stand there, but so then Karla says, "Go on, Cunt, tell him.
Tell him how you told me you would just die if he didn't fuck you. C'mon.
I'll bet if you beg him just right, he'll say yes. Isn't that so, Bernie?"
And Bernie's going, "Uh, yup, harhar."
So now the next thing I know I'm on my knees in front of Bernie, which
I've been there before, it's true, but I'm not down there to suck his cock,
I'm down there to beg. With tears in my eyes, I'm like: "Please, Bernie,
I want to be a real slut," 'cause Karla told me to say this. "I'll be
real good, and I'll like even be your slave (Karla again) if you'll just
fuck my virgin ass."
And Bernie looks at me for a long time. Then he goes over to the couch
and sits down, and just looking at me, not saying a word, he points his
finger at me and then signals me to come over to where he's sitting.
I start to stand up, but he puts his hand out like in a 'stop' way. So,
I'm a little confused, until I figure out he wants me to crawl over to
him on my hands and knees. And all the time I'm crawling over to him, I'm
praying I don't get a run in my stockings and that the seams stay straight.
It's bad enough I'm about to get fucked. I sure don't want to be spanked
on top of it.
When I get there between his legs, he points at his crotch and says,
"Get me ready, bitch."
Ok. So, I undo his zipper, take out his cock and start giving him head.
His prick is soft as a baby's bottom, so I really have to work at it. But,
slowly, it begins to stiffen and grow and I'm getting like all nervous,
'cause I know it won't be long before I'll be sitting on it. Sure enough,
he reaches out and puts his hands under my armpits and pulls me up.
"Face me and then sit on my pole," he says. And I do it, but only 'cause
I have to. I haven't even had a chance to lube myself, and so I'm hoping
my sucking got him wet enough. 'Cause if not, I'm gonna be one sore-ass
sissy. I glance over at Karla and she's grinning that evil grin of hers.
And then I begin to lower myself onto Bernie's cock. I've had dildos up
my ass before, like all day at work. So like it's not like I don't know
what being stuffed there is like. But, still, this is my first live cock,
and I'm scared. And I'm mad as hell at Karla for doing me like this.
But, slowly, I lower myself and I feel Bernie's pecker easing itself
into me. And then he's telling me like, "Ride it, Cunt. Give it a good
ride." So I'm like humping up and down on his pole, and I'm like doing
it real slow 'cause it's sort of scary having this cockmeat up my ass.
And then like all of a sudden, Bernie does something else he's never
done before. He reaches his hand behind my head and pulls my face down
so I'm like an inch or two from his face. Then he opens his mouth and
pulls my lips against his. And the next thing I know, he's like sticking
his tongue in my mouth. And, behind us, Karla is like laughing and
clapping her hands. And Bernie's pumping his tongue in and out in the
same rhythm as his prick is pumping up and down inside my ass. And I'm
like, I can't believe this! And what's even worse is I start to get
hard myself. And it's awful to have to say this, but I begin to respond
to his tongue-kiss. And I start pushing my tongue into his mouth, which
makes him groan and start pumping his cock harder and harder in me.
And my mind is going like, "How did this ever happen? How did I get
stuck like this? I don't get it." But while Bernie is fucking away in
my ass, my mind starts to drift back to the events that led me to this
room, to this moment.
* * * * *
It all started 'cause I was too dumb to see it coming. My boy's name
is - was? - Cecil, and I met Karla when we both were getting ready to
start our freshman year at this college I was supposed to go to. During
the last month of my senior year of high school, I had to go to this
college, all the new freshmen did, to learn about what going there would
be like. So, like they had these meetings and all the new freshmen would
be there and people would get up on the stage and talk about campus life
and studies and stuff like that. And they also had us go visit some of
the classrooms to see what sitting in a real college classroom would be
like. And that's how I met Karla, 'cause like see she and I both entered
the classroom at the same time, but I got to the last seat before she
did. And she was like, "Well, boy, are you rude, taking the last seat and
making me, a girl, have to stand." So, like, even though I knew she was
right and all, still I was pretty tired from all the walking around we
were doing and stuff, so I just sat there and made like I didn't hear
her.
And so like after the class, I was getting up to leave and these guys
came over to me who had been sitting near me and had heard what Karla
said, and they said like, "Yeh, you wimpy little faggot. Who the fuck
you think you are making that foxy chick stand up during the whole
class?" And I'm like, "Oh, shit," 'cause while I'm not a faggot, or, well,
I didn't used to be, I am pretty short and thin and not very strong. And
these guys were like football players or something. So I was pretty scared.
And then Karla came over and she's like, "What's up, guys?" And the biggest
guy is like, "We're just setting the wimp straight about a few things."
And she's like, "Yeh, well, you oughta fix his wagon good." And they're all
like, "Yeh, we oughta." And I'm just standing there all nervous and sweaty.
Ok. So, like the rest of the day I never saw Karla or those guys, and I
sort of forgot all about my run-in with them. But, when I came back in
August, I found out how some people never forget and for sure never forgive.
When I got to the campus, I had to go to this building where you go to get
your dorm room number and your schedule and stuff. So I waited in this
long line with all the other freshmen, and after a while got up to where
they give you all this stuff, and things seemed to be going along pretty
smoothly. So, I looked at the dorm I'd been assigned to, and the form said,
"Agnes M. Smith Dorm." And I'm like, huh? But I figure maybe this Agnes
M. Smith gave a lot of money to the school and they named a men's dorm after
her. So using my campus map, I find the Agnes M. Smith dorm and I go inside,
and I must be pretty early, 'cause there's no one around. And so I like find
my room number and I go inside and I throw my suitcase on the bed by the
window with the nicest view of the campus. Then I sit down at the desk
near my bed to like look over my schedule to be sure I got the classes I
had asked for.
All of a sudden the door opens and it's Karla standing there! I get
a shock there for a moment, 'cause I can't place her, but then it all
comes back to me, the class, the hassle over the seat, the big football
guys, all that stuff. And she's like, "What the fuck are you doing here?"
And I'm like, "Well, this is the room I've been assigned to." And she
grabs my paper and sure enough, there's no mistake on it.
So she says, "Well, this doesn't make any sense. Why would they assign
you to a women's dorm?" And I'm like shrugging my shoulders by now 'cause
I don't know. So she says, "Well, there's been a mistake, and you'll have
to go and get it taken care of."
Ok. So I leave the dorm and go back to the building where I had been given
my papers. And the line is still pretty long, so I have to stand there again
for a long time, and I'm getting pretty tired of standing. But then like I
get up to the head of the line again, and then I show my papers to the
person up there. And he looks them over, and goes, "Well, I don't see any
problem, Cecilia. You've been assigned to a women's dorm like you should
have been." And I'm like, "Cecilia? That's not my name. My name's Cecil."
And this person is saying, like, "That's not what this paper here says.
It says your name is Cecilia. Look at your class schedule. It says the
same thing."
And I'm like bug-eyed by now, 'cause he's right. All my papers have the
name Cecilia on them! "But this is a mistake," I'm saying, and he's like,
"Well, we have to take care of all these other freshmen, so why don't you
come back on Monday and we'll see what we can do for you?" This is Friday.
"In the meantime, you've got a bed in Agnes M. Smith," he says. "Good luck."
So I trudge back to Agnes M. Smith and I go inside and up to the room
they assigned me to and Karla is still there. And she goes, "I thought you
were going to straighten this mess out." And I'm like, "Well, not until
Monday, I'm afraid." And she's like, "Well, that's too bad, 'cause you
aren't staying here. This is a women's dorm."
So I sit on the chair by my bed and I put my head in my hands and I
start to cry. And Karla is like, "You big baby," and looking at me all
fed up. Ok. So, then she says, "Look, let's go over to the men's dorms
and see if maybe there's an extra bed you can sleep in. Maybe they'll let
you in after all."
So we get up and go outside, and across the campus to where the men's
dorms are. And we go inside one to see the person in charge. And those
three guys who had hassled me back in May are standing there. And they
see me coming and start poking each other with their elbows. So then
like as we get closer they call out to Karla, "What's a cool chick like
you doing with a faggot like that?"
And Karla says, "He got his dorm orders screwed up, so we gotta try to
find him an extra bed until he can take care of it later."
And then like the three guys break out laughing, and then one of them
comes over and grabs me by the shirtfront and says, "This is a men's dorm,
fairy. You don't belong here. Why don't you go back to the women's dorm
where you belong?"
And I'm like so scared I'm ready to pee my pants. And Karla is standing
there watching all this. Then, she comes over to where this guy is holding
me up so my feet are off the ground, and she says, "Ok, I'll take care of
this matter." And the guy is like, "Ok, cool, but I better never see this
wimp in this dorm again."
So now we turn around and go back to the Agnes M. Smith dorm and we go
up to her room. And we go inside and the first thing I notice is my
suitcase isn't there. "Oh, shit," I cry, "Someone's stolen my suitcase!"
And then Karla starts laughing, and she laughs so hard she nearly doubles
over. Then the door opens and it's the three guys who had kept me out of
the men's dorm. And Karla invites them in.
"Sit down, Cecilia," she says. "I'm going to explain to you how it is
around here. The guys don't want you in their dorm 'cause they think
you're a wimp and a faggot. So I offered them a deal. I said if I could
make you into a proper girl by the time finals come around, they would
agree to give you five hundred dollars as a reward for your playing along
with me. But, if I fail, if I can't make you into a proper girl, then
you get to move back into the men's dorm and they have to let you."
So I'm like, "But that doesn't make any sense. I don't want to become
a 'proper girl,' so I'll fail at it. Why not let me in the men's dorm
right now?"
Then the biggest guy, the one who had pulled me up by my shirt until
my feet were off the ground, his name is Sal, says, like, "You had better
think real hard about this, fairy. It's worth five hundred bucks to us
for you never to set foot in the men's dorm. In fact, if you do, we'll
beat you so badly not even your own mother will know who you are. So you
can choose. Either you learn how to be a 'proper girl,' or you go around
looking like a bloody pile of shit."
And he and the other two guys are like laughing their asses off, and
Karla's smiling too. And I'm just sitting there, and I don't know what
to say. And the big guy, Sal, just waves his fist at my face and says like,
"Sissy, from now on you're a girl. If I ever see you in guy's clothes
ever again, I'm gonna kick your skinny little ass from here to the other
side of the campus. In fact, I'm gonna take off those clothes you got on
right now."
And before I can duck, he jumps across the room at me and wraps
me in a bear hug. Then, the other guys come over and take off my shoes
and socks while I'm trying to kick them away. I guess I do kick one
of them, 'cause he goes like, "Hey, shit!" And then the big guy lets go
of me with one hand and punches me in my tummy. I start crying and
the other two guys start pulling my pants off me, and then they get
my briefs off, too. Then, the big guy lets go of me long enough to rip
my shirt off with the buttons flying all over the room. And I'm standing
there stark naked and sobbing from shame and from being punched all over.
All the noise and racket draws a crowd and the next thing I know there
are a whole bunch of girls peeking in the door. And Karla spots them,
and she's going, "Hey, girls, say hello to my new roommate, Sissy Cecilia."
And they're all like laughing, and the guys are whooping and yelling,
and I'm just collapsed on the floor, sobbing and crying.
Ok. Then the guys leave and after a bit so do the other girls, and
it's just me and Karla. She sits there in her chair looking at me for the
longest time, while I sniffle and snuffle. Then she like goes over to
a dresser and opens the top drawer and says, "Well, would you look at
that? Come here, Sissy, look at what I found." So I stop crying and I
stand up and I go over to see what Karla found. The top drawer is open
and I look inside and there's all these panties and bras and slips and
even a couple of corsets and garter belts. There's also several pairs of
stockings in there too, the kind with seams on them. And there's a couple
of nightgowns, and one is the shorty kind that comes down to your waist
and you wear with a pair of matching panties. There are four other drawers
in the dresser, but they're all empty. Karla looks at me, and there's
like this wicked gleam in her eye. "Isn't that nice? Someone left this
stuff in the dresser. Why don't we see if it fits you, Sissy?"
And I'm like, "But I don't want to wear that stuff." And she's like,
"Hey, it's ok with me, but if I were you, I think I'd rather wear that
stuff than get the shit beat out of me by those three big guys."
Then she goes over to the closet and opens the door. "Come here, Sissy,"
she says. "Look at this stuff in here." So I go over and look, and there's
a couple of dresses, and a couple of skirts and blouses and a sweater or
two. Karla goes, "Is this stuff yours, Sissy? 'Cause it sure isn't mine."
And I'm like, "Well I know it isn't mine." But why would someone have left
all this stuff behind? There's even shoes to match the outfits!
Then she goes over to my desk and opens the top drawer. She calls me
over and shows me that inside the top drawer someone has put all sorts
of makeup stuff and other toilet things, and what's really weird, my
toothbrush is in there with them! I look at Karla, and she's got this
big grin on her face. And I'm like all of a sudden starting to figure out
what's going on. This whole thing has been a setup. Somehow, they even
got my records fixed so my name showed up as Cecilia instead of Cecil.
And they switched my suitcase with all these girl's clothes. And like,
the hell of it is I have to go along with it or get beat to a pulp.
And thrown out of school for having false records. So now I see at last
just what Karla has done to me.
So, with a huge sigh, I sit down on my bed and ask Karla what now,
and she says, "Well, I guess we have to figure out a way to make you a
'proper girl.'"
Ok. So like then the next thing I know is she's got me down in the shower
room, and she's got my razor and shaving cream and she's shaving all the
hair off me, even my pubic hair, and I just stand there and let her,
'cause like what else can I do at this point? After she's finished, she
wraps a towel around me and goes like, "We can't have your little
penis bouncing all over the place, now, can we?" With this little
smile she gets. Then she marches me back down to her room and makes me
sit on the chair. Before I know it, she's telling me the first thing I
have to do in order to be a proper girl is get my ears pierced. So she
pulls out this stuff she had borrowed from a friend who works at one
of those stands in the mall where they'll pierce your ears and then
sell you earrings, and the next thing I know is she's pierced my ears
in two places and put little dangly sorts of earrings in them. The
earrings feel funny 'cause I've never worn such things before, and
also 'cause they bounce around when I walk.
Ok. Then she tells me I have to put on something to cover me, so after
rubbing me down with this nice powder that makes me feel all smooth
and soft, she opens the dresser drawer and takes out one of the corsets.
This corset is pink, and it has garter straps attached to it, and it
has little bows and lacy stuff on it, and it's quite nice looking, but
I'm sure it's too small for me, or at least it looks too small. But
Karla says it'll fit if I let it. So I say ok, and she wraps it around
me and of course it is too tight. So now she takes the laces in the back
and starts tugging on them and yelling at me to take a deep breath and
hold it, and I'm thinking I'm going to be split in two if she doesn't
stop tugging on those laces. But then like the next thing I know she's
done and I'm standing there with sweat on my forehead and I can barely
breathe. This corset is what Karla calls a long-line corset. It covers
me from my pinched-in tummy all the way up to my chest, where it has
a built-in bra. Karla has these foam pads that she inserts in the bra
cups so I'll look like I have breasts.
Ok. Now, she sits me down and goes like, "Ok, now, Sissy. I'm gonna
teach you how to put on makeup. You're gonna have to learn how to do
it for yourself. Ok?" And I'm nodding, since I'm afraid if I speak,
I'll lose what little air I have left in me. So she starts in with
the makeup stuff from my desk drawer. And she shows me how to makeup my
face, and even has me trying to put my own lipstick on. Then, she
decides my hands are a mess, so she works for hours on my nails, and
then paints them with this really deep-red polish. Then, she like
grosses out looking at my feet, but goes ahead and gives my toenails
the same treatment she gave to my other nails. After a while, my nails
dry and she shows me how to put my own stockings on. It's not really
very easy to do since the corset forces me to stand straight, and for
stockings, I have to be able to bend over. But somehow I manage to get
them on and pull them up and make the seams straight and attach them
to the garter straps and not get a run in either one.
By this time, I guess I'm getting a little aroused, 'cause I begin
to notice my cock is starting to get a little bit stiff. Karla spots
it, too, and she goes to her desk drawer and pulls out a ruler. My eyes
get real wide as she comes over to me waving the ruler in her hand.
And she goes, like, "You better tell that teenie little weenie of yours
I don't want any trouble from it. Got it?" And I'm like sweating and
bouncing my head up and down, "Ok. Ok." But, instead my cock just gets
bigger and starts to stand straight out from my body. WHAP! Karla snaps
the flat side of the ruler down on the head of my cock. I open my mouth
to scream and she sticks her hand over it. Tears are flowing out of my
eyes in buckets, and Karla says, "Get it down right now, Sissy, or I'll
smack it again."
And I'm begging it to go down, but not fast enough to suit Karla.
WHAP! And this time I do scream and fall backwards against the desk.
Then I lose my balance so I'm lying across it on my back. My penis is
standing straight up, and WHAP! This time she smacks my balls. And my
scream this time is so high-pitched I guess only dogs with good ears
can hear it.
I'm squirming and crying and begging for mercy and she reaches out and
grabs my cock with her free hand and starts squeezing so hard I think
she's going to rip it off my body. But that seems to do the trick. My
penis starts to shrink right away, and then at last it's back to it's
normal, small, 'teeny weenie peenie' size. Karla waves the ruler in my face
and goes, "If I ever see such a sight again in this room or any place,
Sissy, I swear I'll beat that nasty thing black and blue. Do you hear
me?" And even though I'm still crying and sniffling and stuff, I say
I do, and I tell her I'm sorry, and I promise it will never happen again.
She lets me up and makes me straighten the seams of my stockings,
and then has me sit down so I can fix my makeup, for certain my lipstick,
'cause it got all smeared when she had to cover my mouth.
Ok. Now she's ready for me to finish dressing. She has me put panties
on, and they're very sheer, so you can clearly see my penis, without
any pubic hair. Then she gives me a silky slip to put on and then
one of those stiff slips so the skirt of the dress she's going to put
me in will be nice and full. And that's the next thing she does, put a
dress on me. She shows me how to adjust it, and then has me practice
zipping the zipper so I can do it for myself. Then the last thing she does
is go in the closet and bring out a box. She opens the box and inside
it is a wig, bright silky blonde, very light, and she puts it on
my head and uses some kind of stuff to hold it in place. Then she
brushes it and shows me how to brush it until it looks good enough
to suit her. The final step is the shoes, which have maybe three-inch
heels, not too high, but high enough that I totter around the room
trying to balance in them. She takes me over to the closet where there's
a full length mirror and I look at myself. The minute I see my image,
I know there is no way I will ever fool a soul into saying, "Oh, yes,
here's a proper girl, all right." Who's kidding who here?
But Karla seems pleased and insists on taking me around the dorm to
meet the other girls. They are all very friendly and all, but they
are also giggling all over the place, and my face is redder than my
nails. I'm so nervous and all that I forget all the girls' names, but
I figure if I have to stay here, sooner or later I'll learn them all.
I just want to get through all this stuff Karla is making me do.
After I've met all the girls in our wing, Karla says she's going to
take me over to the men's dorms to find those bullies, as she calls the
three big guys, and show them just how well I do pass for a girl. I'm
begging her not to, going, "Please, please, they'll laugh at me, and
they might even decide to beat me up." And my eyes fill with tears again.
And Karla gets this look on her face that says, "You sissy," and she
grabs my arm and heads for the door. What she really says is, "Listen,
Sissy, you might as well get used to it. If you plan to go to class
this term, you better learn to look like a girl and act like a girl,
and if those jerks want to make fun of you, you have to learn to take it.
So we may as well get started and that's all there is to it."
And while she's saying all this, she's dragging me across the campus
to where the men's dorms are. And when we get there, there's the three
big guys standing there with a bunch of other guys. And they start pointing
at me and laughing, and telling all the other guys that I'm a guy too,
only I'm a pansy, and my face is going all red and my damn eyes are filling
with tears again. So like this just makes the guys laugh even harder at
me, and I'm begging Karla to take me back to her room. But she insists I
stand my ground, and not let these bullies push me around. "Let 'em laugh,"
she whispers in my ear. "What do you care? They can't do a thing to you."
And I'm thinking, like, "Oh, yes, they can. They can beat the shit out of
me, for starters." But no one does that. They're all having too much fun
laughing at me, the wimpy little sissy.
Ok. I guess Karla gets tired of all this stuff after a while, 'cause the
next thing I know she is dragging me by the arm back across the campus to
the women's dorms. We get to her room and she tells me to sit down in the
chair at the desk next to my bed. After I sit down, she takes one look at
me and gets this like fed-up look on her face. "Is that how a proper girl
sits?" she asks.
"Oh, uhm, I - uh, I don't know," I stammer back.
"Well, it's not, and so you're gonna have to learn how to do it the
right way."
So, for the next hour or two, I practice standing and walking and
sitting, and then, just for the fun of it, I practice sitting and standing
and walking. In the high heeled shoes I'm getting pretty worn out. But
Karla won't let me rest. "It has to be as normal as breathing," she says.
Which brings up the fact that I'm not doing very well at breathing,
either. So like after a long practice session, Karla decides I've had
enough. And she lets me undress. Then, she has me dress all over again,
only this time I'm not in the corset, but just wearing super-sheer
panties and a pretty pink garter belt with little satin bows on it.
I'm back in stockings again, only they're a new pair, more sheer and a
slight bit darker than the first pair. And she gives me a bra to
wear which matches the garter belt. I have to fasten it, and adjust the
straps myself, which isn't as easy as it looks. Then, she hands me this
half-slip to put on, then a skirt which is white with pleats all on it.
After that she gives me this blouse which is covered with flowers but
is still very sheer so you can see the shadow of my bra inside it.
Karla makes me change shoes, too, so I'm wearing a pair of white pumps
with thin heels and I'm wobbling all over the place. But, here we go,
out again, and this time it's to get something to eat. I still can't
pass as a girl, but I figure if Karla is willing to walk along with me,
I can't be too awful to look at. Even so, I still would rather run away
somewhere and hide.
* * * * *
Ok. So like for the next three weeeks I'm spending all my time learning
to dress and act like a girl. I go to class, and oh, yes, this is just
a sample of how much Karla has taken over my life. Somehow, she got hold
of the schedule I had worked out back in the Spring, and she has changed
it so that I now go to all her classes. So like, I'm taking classes in
French and Latin 'cause she's like a language major or something, instead
of classes in math and science like I had signed up for. So I'm like in
these classes of Karla's and I don't know a thing. I never studied language
before, and these classes Karla takes are all for advanced students.
But like it doesn't matter if I know what's going on, 'cause I'm like
spending all my time learning to dress and behave and think like a girl.
To help me out with my training, Karla has found a doctor or maybe it's
a med student or something who has given her an order for female hormone
pills. Karla figures if I take these female hormones, they'll blow away
my male hormones and I'll truly be a girl then. So I'm like taking massive
doses of these female hormones, and to tell the truth they do seem to
work. My body is changing, getting softer and rounder. My moods are
more girlish and for sure my outlook is. I mean like these hormones are
really doing a job on me. Karla has also bought this cream that's supposed
to help me grow breasts, and she has me rubbing this stuff on my chest
all the time.
By the third week of the term I'm so far behind in my studies I'll never
catch up, and I'm starting to think maybe I should just drop out and
start over somewhere else next year. But like to tell the truth, I think
Karla has kind of got me hooked on this whole crazy project of hers.
I know I'm falling in love with her. She's so wild and so hard to figure
out. It's like each day is a brand new surprise with her. I never know
what's going to happen next. So I just sort of ride along behind her
and try to keep up.
By midterm I know I'm going to fail all my classes. I haven't done more
than a couple night's worth of homework, I haven't written any papers that
were assigned, and I've failed all my tests. But like Karla keeps taking
me to class with her just so I get to practice being a girl in public.
Also, it's like a good way for her to check out how I'm coming along. If
I can convince people that I'm a girl, of course, then I'm closer to
winning the five hundred dollars. Oh, it's really Karla who is going to
win the five hundred dollars, by the way. You no doubt have figured that
out by now. My life belongs to Karla. If I ever complain about it, she
goes, like, "Listen, Sissy, I saved your butt from those bullies, didn't
I? So I'm the one who should win the prize." So like I'm doing all the
work, and I'm the one whose college career is ruined, but she's going to
get the reward. I think there's a lesson there, and I may as well learn
to accept it.
Ok. After the midterm exams, Karla decides I'm like a total loser as far
as college is concerned. But I must say I'm making progress as a girl.
She even takes me off the campus now, and I've even gone shopping in
the town next door to the college. I'm even feeling more and more girlish,
to tell the truth. And I like enjoy dressing up and making myself up and
being sexy and all. I don't miss my old boyish ways at all. So Karla figures
the time has come for me to go out into what she calls 'the real world.'
But, first, we have to collect the prize money.
The deal with the guys was that if I could pass as a girl, they would
give me five hundred dollars. So there's like this huge social function
coming up, a sort of big party to close out the midterm exams. So Karla
figures if I can go to that and pass without any question as a girl,
then we've met the terms to win the money. But so like the guys all
know me as this guy trying to pass as a blonde. So Karla figures to
change my look all over. So she decides I'm going to be a redhead. So
she goes to the wig shop and finds this really gorgeous redhead wig
and brings it back to the dorm and hides it in the closet. Not even the
other girls in the dorm are gonna know about this!
Then she buys me this really sexy black outfit to wear to the big campus
dance. And I mean sexy. It's a dress with no back to it at all, it like
leaves my back bare all the way from my shoulders to just above the point
where my butt curves out. The neck of the dress scoops real low to show
a lot of cleavage. I'm going to have to wear glue-on breasts since I
can't wear a bra and falsies won't look right. So Karla has to go to one
of those stores where women who have suffered from breast cancer buy
fake breasts to replace the ones they've lost. Like Karla is going all
out to make me really able to pass. And it's costing me a lot of money.
You don't think she's paying for all this stuff, do you? It's like going
to cost me a thousand dollars for her to win the five hundred dollars.
But like she goes, "It's not the money, Sissy. It's the challenge. We're
going to beat those guys, you wait and see."
Ok. So like the night of the dance I mean I am really fixed up something
special. My redhead wig is done just right, with just enough tightness to
the curls, and all teased just so. My dress is perfect as I mentioned.
Oh, did I say it was a mini? Well it was, and the skirt came down about
six inches above my knees. So there is plenty of me showing, for sure.
I'm wearing black panties so sheer I may as well not have bothered. And I'm
wearing thigh-high stockings that are as sheer as my panties. My shoes
are four inch pencil heels with open toes to show off my gorgeous
painted toenails. I'm wearing gold dangly bracelets and a thin gold-chain
necklace and in my double hole ear lobes I'm wearing gold hoop earrings
in one hole and little diamond stud earrings in the other one. I have to
admit, I am a knockout.
So like Karla and I go to this dance and it is a huge party in the
school gym. There must have been thousands of people there. And guys are
hitting on me all over the place. And girls are looking at me in envy,
wishing they had the courage to dress like me. And I'm like getting a
big kick out of the whole thing, until the guys who'd made the bet with
Karla show up. They must have found Karla while I was in the ladies'
room fixing my stockings, 'cause when I come out they are already
hanging around talking to her. I stop for a moment and I can hear
them asking her where I am and her telling them like, "Oh, she's around
somewhere." So then I like wander up and their eyes light up and they're
all like, "Whoa, hey, who's the chick, man?" And Karla says I'm her
cousin from back home. And they're like, "Well, hey, babe, wanna dance?
Wanna drink?" And I'm like, "Oh, hi, well, I'd love to dance, sure. And
I'll have a coke." Or something silly like that. And Karla's like got
this big smile on her face.
Ok. Well, the biggest guy, Sal, the one who was going to beat the shit
out of me at the start of the term, he's like all over me like a coat, and
he's dancing with me, and holding my hand, and talking all this trash
about how he can't live without me and stuff like that. And I'm eating it
up! I guess all those female hormones are working after all.
Ok. So like to make a long story short, Sal ends up steering me out the
door of the gym to the parking lot and he like finds a car with an
unlocked door and he shoves me inside and starts making out with me.
And this is like fun really, and we're kissing and he's got his tongue
in my mouth and I'm like getting hotter than a pistol - hormones! -
and he's like groping for my tits so I have to fight him off. And his
other hand is trying to get up my skirt. And I'm like, "Whew! How many
hands does this guy have?" So I'm trying to figure out how to keep him
from groping me, 'cause if he keeps it up, he's gonna find out who I
really am, and then I'll get the shit beat out of me. So I go after him!
I shove my tongue in his mouth and this startles him for a second so he
stops grabbing at me. So then while he's like thinking about my tongue
move, I grab his fly and zip it down and before he can react to that,
I've got his cock in my hand, and I can tell by the travel time my hand
takes from the tip to the base that this guy has one huge pecker.
So like now he sits straight up. He's like, "What's going on here?"
But before he can react, I cover his cock with my mouth and start sucking
away like you wouldn't believe. I've never done a thing like this ever
before, and I'm not even sure I'm doing it right. But he's like groaning
and moaning and pushing my head down his pole, so I guess I'm at least
close. Well, I suck away on his prick for what seems like the longest
time, but is really only a couple of minutes, and I can tell he's getting
harder and he's getting hotter. And I'm getting worried, 'cause I'm like,
"What if he comes? What do I do then?" And before I have a chance to
really think of an answer, here he comes, and I'm sitting there with a
mouthful of sperm and this guy who's crying and saying, "Oh, yes," over
and over. And just then there's this flashlight shining in the window,
and there's Karla laughing like hell and also a bunch of other people.
And Sal like sits up and starts going, like, "What the fuck? What the fuck?"
And I'm like trying to swallow all this come and get his penis out of my
mouth.
And then Karla opens the door and goes, "Look, Sal!" and grabs my
wig and pulls it off. Well, Sal just sits there like he's a statue.
And the crowd is all like cheering and laughing and clapping their hands.
And my face is redder than my wig and I'm like crying 'cause I've been
exposed for the whole school to see. But Karla doesn't care. She's
just yelling at Sal, "Well, guess who won the bet, big guy?" And he's
cussing at her and trying to push me off his lap, which he does and
I'm like lying in a heap on the ground. And Sal sort of kicks at me
as he gets out of the car, and all the kids start booing him and all.
And I just lie there on the ground hoping and wishing these people will
just go away and leave me alone. But then Karla grabs my arm and pulls
me up and says like, "Straighten yourself up, Sissy, we're going home."
And then to Sal, "I'll see you on Monday. Better have that five hundred,
or else." And then she like pushes me ahead of her and we walk all the
way across the campus to the dorm and she's going on and on about me
and Sal and saying stuff like, "Wow, Sissy, you're a hell of a cock-
sucker, do you know that?"
* * * * *
Ok. A couple of weeks after the big party, I come into Karla's room to
find her going through my things in the closet, and throwing stuff into
a big green trash bag. "Hey," I say. "What's going on, Karla? What are
you doing?"
She looks over her shoulder at me with this funny little grin on
her face and says, "Never mind. Just sit over there at your desk and
Karla will explain all."
So I go over to my desk and sit down, and Karla like keeps tossing
outfits into the bag. Then she goes over to the dresser to my drawer
and starts tossing all my stuff from there into the bag, except for
my shorty nighty. But the panties that go with the nighty go into
the trash bag. And I'm like, "Hey, that's all my stuff," and I'm
starting to get tears in my eyes, and getting ready to start crying
and all. But Karla just goes, "Don't worry, don't worry." And then
she starts tossing my shoes in the bag, except for one pair of mules
she had bought me back at the start of the term that had these four
inch heels and open toes and were hard to walk in 'cause there was
nothing to hold your heels on. She had bought them for me to wear around
the room to get used to high heels and to learn to like balance real
good in heels.
So like after she is all done, while she is tying the bag up to
take it down to the dumpster, I look in the closet, and all that's
left in there are two real short minis and two skimpy tube tops and two
real sheer blouses that tie off just below your boobs and leave your
belly button open. Then I look in my dresser drawer and all that
is in there is the nighty and a couple pair of thigh-high stockings.
So like I sit down on the bed and start to cry.
But then she like comes back in from the dumpster and sits down beside
me and puts her arm around my shoulder and says, "Poor Sissy. I sure
have put you through a lot, haven't I?" And then she pats me on the
shoulder and goes on with stuff like, "Well, we won the bet, but now
you're all washed up here at the college. So it's time you got a job
and made something out of yourself. So that's what I've been doing.
I've been looking all over for someone to hire you. And I have at
long last found just the job for you."
And I'm like, "So why did you just throw all my clothes away, then?
How can I go to a job if I don't have any clothes?"
And she's like laughing her ass off by this time, and going, like,
"Where you're gonna be working, you'll hardly need any clothes at all."
And I'm, "Am I gonna be a topless dancer, or something?"
And she's like screaming she's laughing so hard. But then, after a while,
she calms down and says real quiet, "I met this guy whose name is Bernie.
He runs a porno movie house downtown. You're gonna go to work for him in
the ticket booth at the movie house. And guess what? You're gonna be
making enough money that we can afford to move out of the dorm and into a
place of our own. Isn't that great?"
And I'm like, "But what if I don't want to work in this movie house?"
And she's like, "But, Sissy, it's all settled. You start in the morning."
Then she pats me on the hand. "Don't worry," she says, "You'll do just
fine. It's not that tricky a job to handle, believe me."
And I'm like, she thinks I'm worried 'cause I'm afraid I won't do a
good job. She doesn't see that I'm upset 'cause she just laid out my whole
future for me without even asking me! And I tell her that. But then
she like just looks at me and says, "You don't get it, do you?"
And I'm like, "What do you mean, Karla?"
And she goes, "It's always been that way. You didn't know that, silly?"
* * * * *
Ok. So the next day she takes me down to this porno movie house and of
course there's Bernie there, and he takes one look at me and he's like
licking his lips and rubbing his hands back and forth, and his eyes are
walking up and down my body from my bright red toenails to my deep orange
red hair. And I'm like feeling very naked by now, and of course under my
mini and my tube top I am naked, except for my thigh high stockings,
thanks to Karla. And I'm getting very nervous about this whole thing.
So like now it's time for Karla to go and for me to start my new job.
She and Bernie go into his office for a minute, to talk about my pay and
stuff, I guess, and then she comes out, kisses me on the cheek and goes,
"Well, have fun, Sissy! See you later!" And then I'm just standing there
and Bernie comes out of his office and the fun begins.
He stands there for at least an hour looking at me and then he gets this
grin on his face like he knows something no one else does. And he like flips
his finger and says, "Ok, Cunt. Let's see what ya got." And I'm like,
"What?" And he looks at me with one eye closed and he says, "The skirt. Lift
the skirt. I want to see what I just paid for." And I'm like starting to
sweat now and getting real nervous. But Bernie is not a guy to fool around
with, so slowly I lift my skirt, and he sees I have no panties on, and I
guess I'm so nervous, my penis is all shriveled up. And hairless, of course.
And Bernie gets this big smile and he claps his hands and he says, like,
"Look at that teeny weenie peenie!" And then he's like laughing his ass off,
and I'm like standing there holding the hem of my skirt in my hands feeling
really stupid.
Ok. So then Bernie tells me to keep holding my skirt up and don't let it
fall. Then he reaches over with his big ham hand and grabs my cock and
balls and says, "C'mere, Cunt, I got somethin' to show ya." And then he's
like tugging me along and I'm almost tripping trying to keep up with him
in my four inch heels. Then he gets to his office and says, "Come on in,"
like I'm going to refuse while he's yanking on my cock and balls. So
I like follow him in and he goes around this huge desk and sits down in
this big chair. He's still got me firmly in hand, and he starts to pull
down on my balls so I have to go on my knees to keep from losing them.
Then he like gets this big grin on his face and leans over so his nose
is almost against mine, and he says in this low voice, "Let's see what
kind of a hand I've been dealt here." And then he unzips his fly and
pulls out this giant-sized penis, which isn't even hard yet, and he goes,
"What do ya think, Cunt? Ain't that somethin'? Betcha can't wait to wrap
your lips around this baby, huh?"
And I'm like starting to sweat 'cause this is the biggest cock I've
ever seen, and I know there's no getting away from doing what he wants done.
So I like smile back and go, like, "Yeh, that sure is a cock, all right."
Or something like that.
So, then, like I'm kneeling there, and Bernie's waiting, so I figure
I may as well go ahead and get this over with. So I put my hand on it
to sort of hold it steady, and it's real warm, and sort of silky soft.
So I lean forward and touch the tip of it with my mouth, sort of like
giving it a little kiss. The tip is hot, too, and I can see the little
hole starting to grow. Then I open my mouth and stick the head inside,
and it brushes up against my tongue, which startles me a little bit,
so I try to move my tongue out of the way. But Bernie's getting harder,
and his cock really is huge and it's starting to fill my mouth up.
And I notice that I'm tasting his cock with my tongue and he doesn't
taste all that bad to me. So I try a few more licks with my tongue, and
Bernie like lets out this sigh and starts to rub the top of my head.
So now I start licking him up and down the shaft and moving my mouth
down to the base of his cock, until I get his pubic hair in my nose,
which tickles. So then I start pulling my mouth back up and Bernie's
getting even bigger and harder and hotter and he's like starting to
moan in a humming sort of way, "Oooohhhh."
So now I know it isn't going to be so bad, doing Bernie like this.
After all, he doesn't taste too bad, and he's not all slimy or smelly,
like old fish or something. So I decide to just relax and enjoy myself.
And I go to work on Bernie. Pretty soon he's moaning real loud and he's
got both hands on either side of my head, and he's like yanking my head
up and down on his pole, fucking my face like you never saw. And I'm
like having a hard time keeping up with him, but I just lick away and
try to suck, which is hard to do when your mouth is being pushed and
pulled like mine is. But I figure Bernie doesn't seem to care what I
do as long as my lips have got a firm grip on his giant cock. And
by now, he's like singing, he's moaning so loud and he's got my ears
and he's ramming away at the back of my throat with his pecker and
I've got tears in my eyes, either from my sweat, or from the mess
he's making of my tonsils. And then, all of a sudden, he sort of erupts
in my mouth, like a fire hose being turned on, and I'm being flooded
with his come. I'm like trying to swallow as fast as I can, but there's
so much of it and it's spewing out of his cock so fast I can barely
keep up with it all, so that some of it is dribbling down my chin and
running down my neck, making a mess of my gold chain necklace.
By this time, Bernie's drumming away on the top of my head with his
big ham hands, and going, "Ohyesohyesohyes" in this crying sort of
voice. And then he's all done coming, except for a little dribble,
and he's sighing and going, "I got a keeper, I got a keeper," and I'm
down there between his legs just trying to breathe. But after a while,
after I've licked him clean, he lets me take my mouth away from his
penis. And while I'm kneeling there, with my mouth and my chin and my
neck all covered with come, Bernie gets this big grin on his face
and says, "You're hired, Cunt!"
And then he like pulls me up off the floor and jerks me over his
knee and spanks my ass 'til it's black and blue and I'm crying all
over the place.
* * * * *
Ok. And so here I am, sitting on Bernie's lap on Karla's couch and
his cock is pounding away in my ass, and my tongue is caught in his
mouth and I'm crying 'cause it feels so good. And then he like starts
to climax and now he's really humping me and grunting and slapping my
bare ass with his big ham hands. And after a long time, he's done
and he starts to relax, and he's rubbing the back of my head, and I've
got my face buried in his neck and I'm sobbing away, not 'cause I'm
in any pain, really, but mostly 'cause I'm happy. Getting fucked by
Bernie isn't nearly as awful as I thought it would be, and in fact
it's really kind of nice. Great, really.
Ok. So then Karla goes, "What do you think, Bernie? Wasn't Cunt
great?"
And Bernie's like, "You bet, Karla!"
And Karla goes, "Well, would you like to keep her?"
And Bernie's like, "Huh? What do you mean, Karla?"
And Karla goes, "I mean, would you like to have her? You know, like
take her home to live with you?"
And Bernie's like, "You mean that?"
And Karla goes, "Yeh. Then you can fuck her any old time you get the
urge."
And Bernie's like, "You really mean it? You'd let me have her?"
And Karla goes, "Yeh, but I still get her paycheck, 'cause I've got
to pay the rent here, right?"
And Bernie's going, "Wow, fuck 'n' A." And stuff like that.
And Karla says, "I mean it, Bernie. You can have her. Today, even.
Right now, even."
And I know he's gonna do it. I know he's gonna take me out of Karla's
place, and I'm gonna belong to him, and I'll never be more than six
inches away from that cock of his, if I know Bernie.
And so with my face buried in his neck, I get this little smile on
my lips.
And that's why I really hate Karla.
* * * * *
THE END