Scott's Dominant Fantasy (15 page)

April giggled. “It seems our cock whore can't wait. Are you girls ready for this?"

"I'm ready.” Laura called out and I felt her fingers squeeze my clitty hard.
Oh god, Laura wants me to cum.

"Ready and waiting, fuck her good.” Anita sounded almost sadistic and I wondered if she was imagining I was Barry, her philandering ex-husband.

"Okay, let's see how our pretty, blonde sissy whore takes cock.” April patted my ass cheek and then I felt the head of her strap-on pressing on my anus. Between the copious lubrication and the opening of my channel by my plug it didn't take too much pressure to breach my anal ring and soon the fat cock was driving deep inside me.

"Ohhhhh god . . . fuuuuck meee, My Ladeeee, fuck me hard.” It was my voice screaming as April's phallus plunged deep into my bowels and she did just as I asked. Grabbing my hair and pulling my head back, she thrust deep, withdrew, and then thrust even deeper.

I never even realized when I came and my clitty exploded shooting man spunk into the bowl. No, I was transfixed by the feel of the penetration and the feeling of being used, like a toy by another. April was a strong woman and so I imagined her thrusts were close to as powerful as a man's would be and that brought a bit of conflict to my sissy brain.
This is good, better than I imagined. I love it, but do I love it too much, too much to tell myself I don't want a man to fuck me

It was a conflict, one I'd have to unravel, but for right now I just let go and savored the moment as April pounded me. Truthfully I had no idea how long the fucking lasted, but at one point April leaned over and whispered in my ear when her cock was at its deepest point inside me. “I love you, Stacy, but only as my fuck bitch. Scott is dead now and he'll never come back, but then you know that, don't you?"

She was right; I did know poor Scott was dead inside me.

Then it was over, April released my hands and she hugged me. Then Laura and Anita hugged me and I felt like I'd been welcomed to the club.

However April still had a twisted card to play and she did so with a sardonic little smile on her face. “Lots of creamy man seed, Anita, what should we do with it?"

Anita looked at me and the bowl. “Shame to waste it. An experienced woman has tasted cum at least once. Shouldn't Stacy sample it, just to get the experience?"

"An excellent idea. Stacy, licky, licky, time to clean your bowl.” April pointed and then Laura did an unusual thing. She dipped her finger in the bowl and brought a gob of semen to her mouth.

"It's no big deal, Stacy. Just creamy protein that's a little salty. I'll help you.” And so she did, feeding me finger gobs and taking a few herself. It was my first taste of semen but it was still warm, quite salty like she said, and I supposed no big deal especially if you shared it with a friend.

We licked it up and laughed, but Anita watched with a tense look on her face. Finally April asked her if she was okay and she replied. “Call me sadistic, but I'm just sitting here imagining Barry being forced to eat his own cum. If only I could be a fly on that wall."

We all understood Anita's desire, but April saw it was late and ended the evening. “You're soft now, Stacy so lock yourself back up. Laura, would you help her replace her plug? Anita and I will clean up in the kitchen and then we have to go, but remember you have a decision to make tonight. If you want more of what you got tonight, you need to please me and we talked about what would please me starting tomorrow.” April leaned over and kissed me before going off into the kitchen with Anita. I put my chastity back on as Laura fetched my butt plug. When my chastity was on, I bent over to receive the plug, but Laura asked me something instead.

"So how was it?” There was expectation in her voice.

"Sooo good. I've never felt so submissive before. I loved it.” It was the plain truth.

"So I guess I'll see Stacy tomorrow, right?” Now there was barely contained glee in her voice.

I turned around and kissed her with all the passion I could muster. When the kiss broke I breathlessly replied. “Yes, tomorrow is Stacy's first day. Poor Scott, he's gone and I don't think he'll be back."

Laura exploded and began hopping around with glee. We were as I imagined giddy schoolgirls to be and I had to remind her to slip my plug in.

When they left I felt so alone, but I had a mission so I picked out a sexy outfit, laid it out, took off my makeup, and shaved before going to bed. Tomorrow was going to be a big day, perhaps the biggest of my life, but although I was nervous I slept like a rock perhaps because my hormones were in balance for the first time in weeks.

When the alarm clock went off, I showered, made myself up and dressed feeling all the time like this was me, the new me. As I slipped into my Miata, I took a deep breath and felt good. A turn of the key sent me on my way to being Stacy for the whole world.

What was it Shakespeare said in Macbeth? Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage and then is heard no more.

What did he know?

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No one seemed to be looking strangely at me as I made my way through our office building's lobby to the elevator in my Ann Klein, dark blue blazer, a matching pinstripe skirt, champagne stockings, and strappy sandals. Considering I was a bundle of nerves, I wasn't going to try to negotiate the day in heels. The people around me were all essentially strangers, none of whom knew I had been dressed as a man when I passed through here yesterday. On the ride up in the elevator I was accompanied by two men and a woman and the men gave me the same feeling I'd first had in the mall. They were unabashedly staring at me. Knowing this, I held my breath knowing full well what might be next. Hopefully I would make it to my floor before one of them hit on me.

"Are you new here, Miss? I haven't seen you before.” The taller of the two, who had cute brown eyes, said this just as we stopped for the 7th floor.

Too late, oh god, what do I say?

"Yes, I'm new, it's my first day.” What else could I say? No way could I tell him sorry, I'm really a guy. I felt some relief when the other guy exited with a smile, but the woman stayed.

"Humm, let me guess, I'll bet you're a new writer for that women's magazine on the 12th floor. I have to tell you I get a kick out of reading those articles you ladies write, you know the ones with titles like, Seven Ways to Thrill Your Man in Bed.” He laughed, but I saw through his effort in an instant. It wasn't important to him if I was a writer for a woman's magazine, what he wanted was to get me thinking of and perhaps talking about sex. In another moment of lucidity on the battle of the sexes, I suddenly wondered if all guys were this transparent.

"So you read women's magazines, what other feminine pursuit's do you have?” I turned the question around and pushed it make at him in an embarrassing form, but as I did it occurred to me.
Am I flirting with him?

He didn't look amused at my counter play. “Ha-ha, you must be the gag writer, right? Anyways, my name is Victor and I'm in the market, a futures analyst. Would you like to go for coffee sometime?” He recovered quickly and moved a little closer to me.

It was a moment of true realization for me. Yes, I knew I appeared to be a beautiful woman to him, but that didn't explain my excitement at being in his presence and my desire to flirt. I realized it was a no win situation for both of us, because the closer I let him get the more likely it was this would become an embarrassing train wreck.

The elevator stopped at the 12th floor and the woman got out and I realized this was my chance to escape and have him think I worked on this floor. We were only two floors below Benson & Forbes, so I took the opportunity to slip out and ditch the guy. As far as I saw it, I was doing us both a favor.

As soon as the elevator door closed, I heard a voice behind me.

"Now let me guess, you don't work on this floor you're just escaping that guy, right?” The other woman had short brown hair with hazel eyes and she gave me a sort of sly smile.

"No, I work on the 14th at Benson & Forbes, but I figure I can take the stairs rather than deal with him.” We turned and walked together for a little and I figured our conversation was probably over, but she continued.

"So, do you always ditch cute guys who hit on you? I supposed with your looks you must have to beat them off with a stick, right.” Initially she seemed mad at me, like she had some underlying resentment of my looks, but she smiled at me.

Taking a closer look at her, I noticed she seemed overweight, not by a lot but in all the wrong places, and she had what Scott would have called a “plain Jane” look. “No, I really don't, but well . . . let's say I just don't have a lot of experience with men. My name is Stacy and it's my first day here.” I wanted her to be my friend if that was possible.

"Really, that's kinda hard to believe. I'm Kathy and I do work at the magazine. I just find it surprising you don't attract guys a half dozen at a time. I mean you have that look they're all hungry. It's hard sometimes, not fitting into the picture they all have in their thick heads.” Kathy sounded to me like she might have reason to resent guys, but she laughed after what she said so it seemed like she was still trying.

Not being sure how sensitive she was on the subject of men, I tried to change the subject. “So what do you do at the magazine? Are you a writer? Do you write those sex articles?"

"Nope, four years and I'm still an assistant to own of the editors. I was hoping I'd get to write by now, but they just don't seem to see much value in my ideas. It's frustrating, but I keep trying.” Kathy showed even more sensitivity to talking about her job than she did men.

"Oh, I see, well I'm sorry if it hasn't happened for you. I'm sure if you keep trying something will open up.” I felt Kathy seemed to clearly need a boost, but I felt unsure as to how to help her.

"No, don't apologize. It's not your fault. Maybe my ideas aren't so hot. The writers on the staff all have your kind of looks and they write about dating, sex, clothes and things like that, but I think in terms of kids, finding a husband, and balancing your checkbook. I guess I just don't fit their demographic.” Now Kathy seemed really frustrated and I wondered if I should just say bye and run to the stairs, but I got an idea.

"Well, could I help you, like be a source or something for an article?” I was on dangerous ground because I hadn't really thought this out. I just had an urge to help her.

"Really, you would do that! Like an article on beauty tips, or killer outfits.” Kathy got instantly excited and I got an image of her as the girl in high school who wanted to fit in the beautiful girl's clique, but never did. I was perhaps the first girl with looks who'd given her the time of day.

However the problem was I'd bitten off a bit more than I could chew. I was a raw beginner when it came to make-up and beauty and if my outfit was killer the credit had to go to Anita or Laura. I searched my mind for some topic of interest to woman that I had some expertise on and it struck me like a thunderbolt.

"How about this for a title.
What to Do When He Wants to Get Kinky
. Do you think that would grab your editor?” I figured I could cover this because anything I couldn't handle I could consult with April or Paulo about.

"Oh my god, you know that stuff? That would be awesome.” Kathy paused and then looked at me funny. “Wait, didn't you say you didn't have much experience with men?"

She sort of had me there, but I thought quickly. “I mean as far as flirting, I don't waste my time. If I see a guy I like I just go for him. You know, straight to the naughty stuff.” I smiled hoping she would buy my bluff.

"Okay, so you're Stacy, the new girl at Benson & Forbes. I'll give you a ring next week and we can set something up. I'm so excited. Thank you so much.” Kathy stopped and hugged me and I realized we were at the door to the magazine offices.

I hugged her back enthusiastically and I felt happy. Here I was making new friends with other women, on my first day. No matter what it took, I was going to help Kathy and stay in touch with her. Somehow, and I didn't really know why, but these friendships seemed deeper and more important to me than any guy friendships I ever had.

After our parting, Kathy's words about my looks stayed in my head. They were flattering to my ego because I'd never expected to enter femininity near the top of the looks chain or a ten as guys would say. However I also realized it could present problems because I wasn't a woman and I had no idea how any individual guy would react if he discovered my secret. There was no doubt I would have to be carefully if I intended on flirting with guys and something told me I would not be able to resist the urge.

I had deliberately left early so as to get into the office before everyone else arrived rather than parading in with all eyes upon me, but unfortunately my plan was ruined by my delay with Kathy and the early arrival of the last person I expected. Imagine my surprise when I walked in and saw Greg standing in the coffee room. Of course he noticed me immediately and I froze afraid he would surely recognize me.

"Hey, are you new here? You must be I've never seen you before. Scott must have hired you for data entry or something, right? Well, you're here pretty early. He doesn't usually come in till nine.” Greg approached me quickly as I stood on worrying he would realize who I was.

When he didn't I was stunned and I thought if he doesn't recognize me maybe no one will, but then I realized it would make any difference. If I was going to continue working her as their boss, all my employees would have to know Scott was now Stacy.

"Yes, I'm new, first day.” I pushed out the words, but as I said them I realized I was misleading him.

"Don't worry, I'm making coffee and after we can burn time while I show you around. My name is Greg. I'm sorta Scott's right hand man.” Greg smiled and with a flourish of his hand he invited me into the coffee room.

"Oh, okay, and I should tell you I'm not data entry. I'm a new accountant.” I was amused to her him say he was my right hand man, but I kept telling myself I should just tell him who I really was, but I didn't want to.