“There we go,” she whispered. “Yes. Good. Nice and slow, Nate. You know how I like it.”
Between Nate’s fingers was the most guarded secret in all of Hollywood—and it was steadily swelling. Besides him and a few of her servants back in Beverly Hills, no one knew that Linda had been born a man. There were many reasons for that. Primarily, Linda looked every bit a woman as all the rest, with the curved figure and a voice that no one would ever question. Her hips were full and her waist was trim, thanks to the liposuction and fat transfers. Likewise, she had hired the best doctor in all of Los Angeles for her breast implants. Even unclothed, they almost looked natural.
And what kept Nate from revealing the secret to the first tabloid that offered him a hefty sum of money? An impressive salary, of course. Linda gave him seven figures a year to keep quiet. If the movie industry found out that one of the most beautiful women in the business was a transsexual, the world might explode.
Linda could’ve gone all the way with reassignment surgery, but she loved her cock.
“I’m always edgy after an orgasm-free week,” she said, grabbing her breasts and rubbing the nipples. “Nate, make me come hard. I don’t want to risk a bulge tomorrow.”
“On it,” he said.
So, being the multitasking expert that he was, Nate continued to shave Linda’s right leg perfectly, leaving only hairless skin behind without a single drop of blood. At the same time, his fingers worked around the shaft of her cock, rubbing and squeezing and tugging. All gently, of course. He felt it getting harder, and then the swollen tip of it was poking through the surface of the water. Drops of wetness beaded down the head of it, along with globules of pre-cum.
To show his complete dedication, Nate lowered his head onto it and took Linda’s penis into his mouth. He heard her moaning as his tongue swirled around the swollen tip. He must’ve hit a real sensitive spot, for she pushed her pelvis into the air and jammed the cock far into his throat. Nate was a true champion and didn’t complain. He held station as Linda repeatedly used his mouth as a hole to thrust her erect cock into.
“Oh yes! Good boy.”
In no time at all, he tasted something warm and salty. Linda released her built-up load onto his tongue. There was little force behind the ejaculation, so it sort of bubbled out in little spurts. Because of the hormones, he knew. After that, Linda relaxed in the tub again and rinsed her cock off with the bathwater. The polished head of it retracted under the surface, falling away on a softening shaft.
With the taste of the woman’s seed lingering on his taste buds, Nate finished shaving her leg. Linda admired the work after, praising his steady hand and commitment to being more than just a limo driver.
“That should do for a few more days,” she said. “When the weekend’s over, I’ll need another hand.”
“That’s what I’m here for ma’am.”
“One more thing,” Linda said. “Trim my fingernails.”
A crack of thunder shook the walls, and the lights went out again.
“Fuck me,” Whitney gasped, staring at the window. “Did you hear the bang on that one?”
Justine nodded. It had almost scared her right to death. The skin on her arms had turned into goose flesh. Outside, she could hear the wail of car alarms going off because of the lightning hitting so close. It hadn’t sounded more than a hundred feet away. Now everything was in darkness. She couldn’t even see her friend anymore.
“Whitney, are you still there?”
“Of course I am,” she said. “I’m always here.”
“Good, because that one really scared me.”
“Remember what I said about taking your mind off that?”
“I can’t help it.”
“Maybe I can do something about that.”
Justine was still recovering from the first orgasm. Whitney’s buzzing toy was super powerful, and it always seemed to touch her in the perfect spot down there. Of course, it also helped that Whitney was a girl and knew how to wield such a tool. The middle of her panties were sticky from the cream that had come out of her pussy. Yet, she still felt completely on edge, as if some orgasmic energy remained deep in her loins. She trembled as Whitney touched her down there again, completely shrouded in darkness.
“We need … oh … to talk about … tomorrow,” Justine said, struggling to get the words out as the pleasure returned.
“With your parents?”
Justine nodded, but then remembered that it was dark. “Yes. I don’t want them to hate me because I’m a lesbian.”
The lights returned, and Justine saw that her cream-filled panties had been pulled aside, exposing a hairless pussy. The outer lips were swollen and slick with juice—a result of the quick climax. However, she still felt that burning emptiness deep in her abdomen.
“And what are they going to do?”
Justine shrugged. “I don’t know.”
“Relax,” Whitney assured her. “California isn’t some backwards state like someplace in the south. They’ll understand.”
Justine closed her eyes. “I hope you’re right.”
She had tried to be with guys. Even back in high school, Justine had convinced herself that guys were what really turned her on. The girl thing was just a phase. It would surely pass once she was older. Then, she had graduated, and the feelings hadn’t disappeared. Justine still loved girls, and she luckily found another who was just like her.
“How thick are these walls?” Whitney asked.
“Why?”
“Oh, nothing really.”
Justine had an idea of what was about to happen, but the girl still took her by surprise. With her tender pussy now out in the open—and the vibrator switched off—Whitney pressed a pair of fingers into her snatch. The recent orgasm had left her pussy soaked all the way through. There was almost no resistance, and Justine quickly felt the sensation of fullness between her legs.
“Oh shit,” she panted, biting her lip before her voice became too loud.
Shortly after, Whitney began to pump into her, and then the girl’s thumb was against her clit, rubbing back and forth. That little bundle of joy was still numb after the buzzing, but it quickly shot off pleasure back to her brain. Justine welcomed the sensations and quivered as the heat between her legs intensified. Her body definitely wanted another orgasm.
Thunder cracked outside, but Whitney had been right; Justine never heard it, or the howling wind and the rain blasting against the window. All that mattered was right there between her legs. And her breasts, of course. She squeezed them relentlessly, thumbing the nipples until they were both sticking straight up from her chest. Pinching them caused her back to arch, which in turn allowed Whitney to shove her fingers deeper into that wet hole down there.
It wasn’t long before Justine was squealing.
“Oh yeah, keep fingering me! Oh!”
“You sure?”
That was a stupid question. “Yes!”
Yet, Justine felt the fingers pulling out. She was about to open her eyes and ask Whitney what the matter was, but then something hot and wet replaced them. A mouth!
It was hard to say what was better—getting fingered by another girl or having her pussy eaten out. Truthfully, Justine liked both. The penetration into her warm hole was nice, and she could really get into the rhythm of it with being fucked and all. But most of her pussy’s sensitivity was around the outside, along the outer lips and closer to her clit. That’s where Whitney focused now with her tongue. Justine glanced down and saw her friend’s big green eyes, and her mouth buried against her wet slit. The tongue was in action, performing swift circles around the top of her pussy. Everything between her legs was burning up.
“Holy shit!”
Suddenly, none of it mattered anymore. Justine barely heard the storm, nor thought about what tomorrow might bring. If her parents didn’t like her being a lesbian, then fuck them. Whitney was right. She should only focus on being happy, and she loved being a girl and being with other girls
. That’s what her brain told her was right. No more pretending.
Seconds later, Justine convulsed into orgasm. It was much stronger than the first, and the bubble of heat enveloping her loins burst. She thrashed back and forth on the bed, bucking her hips towards Whitney and slamming her crotch against the girl’s eager mouth. Juice ran rapid from her aching hole, and her friend licked it all up. Afterward, they were in each other’s arms and kissing. Justine lapped up any leftover juice as the afterglow set in. Her legs were still trembling.
“That would be number two, huh?” Whitney asked, smiling.
Justine nodded.
“Still having second thoughts about tomorrow? I mean, they don’t have to know.”
“I want them to know. Even if we have to kiss right there on the doorstep. I’m going to show them that I like girls.”
Whitney giggled. “Amen to that.”
“And there’s nothing they can do to change that.”
Justine glanced at her phone. It wasn’t quite her usual bedtime yet, but she didn’t feel like moving, especially with Whitney almost on top of her. The combined warmth of their naked bodies was soothing, and the rain outside sounded almost like a lullaby to put her to sleep. She quietly combed Whitney’s dark hair with her fingertips, watching as the girl’s green eyes disappeared behind their lids. Justine felt the same way and yawned. She carefully reached between her legs to finger herself, for the flame had not fully died out yet, but then sleep overtook her.
A sweet dream had just started when the house shook again with the loudest clap of thunder she had ever heard. All the lights went out instantly.
“Jesus Christ!” Kevin exclaimed, taking a step back from the window. The lightning strike had been so close that the hairs on his forearms were standing stiff. He rubbed them back down while his fingers continued to tremble. A few car alarms blared following the loud crack of thunder. The rain continued to come down in buckets. He’d be lucky if the whole parking lot wasn’t flooded by the time morning rolled around. Hell, he’d be lucky if the storm hadn’t quit by then. He had never seen so much rain at once, and it wasn’t going to quit soon according to the weatherman.
“Kevin,” a woman said. “We’re alone. There’s no need to lock me up.”
He turned toward Samantha. The woman looked positively cramped inside the dog cage, with her head touching the top and her fingers poking through the holes between the metal bars. A sense of disorientation passed over him. He rubbed his temples and went to let her out.
“Yeah. Sorry. Habits, I guess.”
As the lights came back on, he undid the lock and latch, and the woman crawled out. He noticed that her legs were shaking, and that one of the absorbent pads inside the cage had a yellow stain on it.
“You pissed again? I just took you out for a walk.”
“I hate the noise,” Samantha explained, bringing her right foot up to scratch behind her ear. After that, she went over and sniffed a pair of shoes. The scent didn’t interest her, and she continued on her path towards the window. There, she propped herself up with her hands on the sill and gazed outside.
The nighttime sky lit up, and a rumble of thunder followed several seconds later. Kevin noticed that the naked flesh of her ass was quivering. She came back down to her hands and feet and returned to Kevin, with the ID tags on her collar jangling.
She sat on her tush right at his feet. “I’m hungry. Got a snack?”
Kevin furrowed his brow. “I just gave you one.”
“I’m eating for more than one,” she said. “Or don’t you remember the pups in my belly?”
“Yeah, yeah.”
Kevin fetched the bag of doggy treats and pulled out the first one that touched his fingers. He tossed it at the floor, and Samantha immediately snatched it up and went to chewing it. That’d keep her quiet for a few minutes at least. As he watched her satisfy her hunger with the beef-flavored snack, he couldn’t help but think how odd she was. Samantha certainly bared no resemblance to any other dog—the ones he had seen, anyway. And she talked! Yeah, that was a little strange. On top of that, she had little fur on her body—except under her arms and around her privates—and she possessed many similarities to that of an adult woman, minus the six saggy teats hanging from her torso of course, and the swollen belly full of pups about ready to pop out. Kevin had to remind himself that the bitch had been impregnated by a male Norwegian Lundehund, and the pups in her womb were of the same breed. No, she was definitely a dog.
Just a strangely attractive one, in the human sense. She didn’t even have a goddamn tail.
By now, she had devoured the doggy treat and left behind only crumbs. Kevin scolded her for being so messy, but he wasn’t about to clean it up. The maids had vacuums. They’d do it after he was gone.
Samantha whimpered after hearing the harsh words.
“Oh, you didn’t like that, huh?” Kevin retrieved one of her favorite toys—an inflated pufferfish. When squeezed, the air inside would rush out through a tiny hole, producing a comical sound. Samantha immediately perked up whenever he did that. She bounded over to him and snatched it right out of his hand. But Kevin didn’t want to make it easy for her. He tried to wrestle it back, using only a fraction of his strength to maintain the tug-of-war. A low growl left her throat, while drool leaked down her chin.
He brought her in closer, right to where he had unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out. Samantha’s eyes went to it right away, and the toy pulled free of her teeth.
She sniffed it. “Is that a new toy?”
Kevin grinned, but urged caution with the wag of a finger. “No teeth. Only lips. You … you suck on it.”
Samantha didn’t need to be told twice. He was the master, and his word was law. His pulsing cock had been reluctant to erect to attention whenever the first thought had entered his mind, but now Kevin was certain that it was a good choice. Samantha looked human. He was amazed that no one else had seen that, not even the man who had owned the Lundehund that had gotten her pregnant. The dog had sniffed her between the legs and then mounted her. And she had been good and wet, swollen back there like all bitches in heat. Samantha had not complained once about doggy seed giving her growing babies in the womb.
And she wasn’t a bad cocksucker. Well, she lacked method and technique, but Kevin had received blowjobs from girls worse than her. She mostly just wanted to close her lips around his cock and sort of suck, but he instructed her to move her head up and down like the human girls. The inside of her mouth felt exactly like that of a woman’s—hot and wet, and immensely pleasurable.
Before long, Kevin could close his eyes and easily imagine that it was a woman giving him head, if he ignored her canine stench and didn’t see those hanging teats behind her arms. He patted her on the head to tell her that she was doing a good job. Shortly after, he felt the oncoming climax building in his loins, a pressure expanding just under the base of his cock. Samantha’s tight lips had really brought his cock to the edge fast.
“Yeah, just keep your mouth right there,” he told her. “Damn. I’ll have to give you another treat after this one.”
Kevin came. The sheer pleasure from the orgasm was enough to make him clench the sheets to hold still. Down at his crotch, Samantha kept her mouth around his cock as he unloaded deep into her throat. Surprisingly, she swallowed it all down without one complaint. Once it was over, his cock was polished clean with her slobber. A scent of doggy-breath hung around his spent cock.
“That was good,” Kevin panted, reaching over for another doggy treat. He tossed it at the bitch’s feet, but Samantha didn’t seem that interested in the snack. “Something wrong?”
She rubbed her belly. “I think my pups want to come out.”
“Now? Shit.”
It wasn’t too soon. In fact, Samantha was expected to give birth anytime in the next few days. Kevin had hoped that she’d wait until they made it to Los Angeles, but that wasn’t going to happen. Besides, it wasn’t like she had any control o
ver it.
With his wet cock retreating into a bundle of foreskin, Kevin zipped up his pants and went to fetch some more absorbent pads—the ones meant for the little accidents inside the cage. It was all he could think of. Birth was a messy process for any animal, and he imagined it to be the same for dogs. He laid some out for Samantha, who then plopped herself down on her flank. She was suddenly sweating, and her genitals looked especially engorged and swollen.
“About time,” she panted. “I was about ready to pop.”
“What do I need to do?”
“Pull them out if they get tangled, and you may have to cut the umbilical cords.”
“Oh great.” Kevin realized he was taking advice about whelping from a talking dog, but it really wasn’t that odd compared to everything else.
Right then, a loud boom rocked the entire building, and Kevin saw a bright flash outside. Everything went dark again.
After the thunderous noise that shook the entire motel, Julia began bawling. She was too young to understand why there were these loud bangs happening outside, or why the room had suddenly gone black. Frank fumbled around in the darkness, finding his wife, finding precious baby Julia who had tears streaming down her face. He took her into his arms. Everything in his body told him to be still, to sit down and relax, but not until Julia felt safe and could rest again.
“Hell of a storm,” Frank muttered, rocking her back and forth. “Never seen such a thing in Arizona.”
“I thought this was a desert,” said Charlotte. “You have her?”
“Yeah I do. She’s calming down. At least the storm’s loud enough so the neighbors won’t hear her.”
Frank thought about that hole in the road again. It was massive, easily as long as the van and deep enough to stick a skyscraper into. He shuddered thinking what would’ve happened if he hadn’t seen it in time. If it was as deep as it looked, none of them would’ve survived the crash. Not him, not Charlotte, not baby Julia. Other cars might not be so lucky, though the road had been pretty empty around the Copper Discount Motel.
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