Big Hard Girls

by Nikki Crescent

  He walked up to me and gently put his hands on my arms. “Did I already tell you how beautiful you are?” he said, and I honestly couldn’t even remember. It was nice to hear, leaving my heart with a warm buzzing, but that horrible anxiety refused to subside. Was this man just gay and I was a convenient way for him to have gay sex? Or was he actually interested in women, and he thought that I passed the test? His profile was listed as straight, and he reached out to me originally thinking that I was just a woman… So maybe he was really straight. Maybe this was just him exploring his sexuality. Or maybe fucking me was no different than fucking a biological woman in his mind.

  He ran his hands up and down. He had big hands—big enough that his fingers could wrap around my arms. He brought one of those big hands up to my chin and he tilted up my face, so that I was looking into his big eyes. He had an even stubble beard, and his lips appeared to be a little bit dry. He wanted to kiss me, but I didn’t want him to kiss me. I knew the kiss wouldn’t feel right. I knew his lips wouldn’t feel like a woman’s, even if I closed my eyes and tried to picture a woman in my mind. I knew I would feel that stubble—and I was terrified that I would like it.

  He leaned forward, slowly closing his eyes. I shut my eyes and took a deep breath, as if I was about to be plunged into water. I felt his nose nestle up to mine, and then I felt his lips press against mine. He kissed. I hesitated and then I kissed back, worried he would get angry if I didn’t. And I was right—it felt strange and unnatural. I’d kissed many women before, and this was nothing like that. He was in complete control. He even managed to open my mouth with a subtle move of his lips, and then his tongue was touching mine. I was frozen stiff, but he didn’t seem to mind. His hands moved from my arms to my sides. He moved those hands up and down and it wasn’t long before he was cupping my breasts. He squeezed, and I have to admit that it felt kind of nice—though that terror continued to linger in my gut.

  It was a minute later when he leaned back and stared into my eyes. “Are you sure you want to do this?” he asked.

  I wasn’t able to reply, still frozen with confusion and fear. I didn’t know what I wanted. I knew that I didn’t want to lose my sanity, but I was afraid it was too late for that. I knew that I didn’t want to live the rest of my life knowing that I once let a man fuck me in the ass, but at the same time: I was still standing there, still allowing him to kiss me and fondle my body. I still had freewill. I could still turn around and leave that house at any moment, but I was just standing there. So maybe I did want it. Maybe that tingling in my stomach was actually excitement and not terror at all.

  “I think so,” I managed to say.

  He smiled. He took one of my hands with both of his hands. My hand looked so tiny compared to his. My whole body felt tiny as I stood before him. He pressed that hand to his chest. His chest was hard and thick with muscles. I couldn’t decide if I was slightly turned on or if he was pushing me closer towards that door that was still in my peripheral vision. He slid my hand down his rolling abs, across his pelvis, and onto the bulge between his thighs. He pressed my hand down hard, as if it would give my mind some assurance. I could feel his cock swelling and hardening. He was big—certainly much bigger than me, even before the pills started to shrink my manhood. I let a little whimper slip out from my lips. He smiled big. Then he leaned in and started kissing my neck.

  He was no longer holding my hand between his legs, but I wasn’t pulling away. I kept my hand there, and I even started to gently massage that growing bulge. My heart pounded with excitement—he was growing for me! I was turning him on. And soon, he would be having an orgasm for me.

  I found myself pulling away his belt and unzipping his fly. Then, after a blurry moment, his erection was in my hands. I could fit two whole hands around his long rod, and there was still room for a third if I’d had one. I started to pump it, watching his foreskin move back and forth. Then I felt pressure on my shoulders. He was pushing me down to my knees. I resisted for a moment, but my resistance wasn’t real and I knew it—he knew it too. I fell to my knees, and it was only a second before that throbbing erection was in my mouth. I sucked and bobbed my head and in that moment, I felt more like a woman than ever before.

  I pulled my head back and watched his cock slap up against his abdomen. I looked up and realized he didn’t have a shirt on. He must have taken it off while I was sucking away. And it was an impressive sight: all of his muscles glistening with a touch of sweat: the sweat of excitement. A glob of saliva trickled down his shaft, onto his ball sack. He took his rod in his hand and he pressed it down against my forehead, as if to tease me with it. My heart skipped a beat as I realized just how big it was. It was almost too big to fit in my mouth—how the hell was I going to get it into my asshole?

  I didn’t get too much time to worry about it. He pulled me up to my feet and he spun me around and bent me over his leather sofa. I took a deep breath and could feel my body shaking as my heart pounded into that Italian leather. He flipped up the skirt of my dress and then he tugged down my panties. He pushed one of his big hands between my legs and took a quick feel of my cock and balls. Then he spread my cheeks wide. “Look at that beautiful hole,” he said, his voice suddenly deeper than ever. He took a step forward and then he slapped his hard cock between my cheeks. He grinded himself up and down, using my own saliva to lubricate my little opening. “Fuck, you’re so sexy,” he said through clenched teeth. Then I felt his tip pressing against my hole. I knew it was going to hurt—at least at first. I just had to keep it together. It would all be over in a few minutes—ten at most. He couldn’t do any permanent damage—could he?

  He didn’t ask me if I was ready. He didn’t even wait for me to calm down before he pushed himself inside of me: half of his cock at once, with no regard for my well-being. And I was right: it hurt. I gasped and then I bit down on his sofa, hoping it would stop me from screaming out loud; and it did. He let a long elated sigh out and then he started to push in further. He was already further in than Martha’s vibrator, and he still had a few inches to go. I dug my nails into the same leather cushion that I was biting. I clenched hard, but that didn’t stop him from powering through. He didn’t care for my discomfort, and that’s exactly what I wanted. I wanted him to use me like a little sex doll. I wanted him to pump me ruthlessly. I wanted him to fill me with his hot load. I wanted to feel it inside of me, and I wanted to feel it pouring down my legs.

  He groaned as I clenched hard. I was surprised that I wasn’t cutting off circulation to his cock. He stayed rock-hard as he went deeper and deeper. I felt his large erection squashing my prostate, making my legs tremble. I still managed not to scream.

  My own cock was suddenly rock hard and drooling warm pre-cum. I stared down at it, and could see Ken’s large ball sack swaying gently from side to side between my legs. He had his whole cock inside of me now: all nine inches of it, nearly pressing up against my sternum. I swear I could feel it in my belly, trying to push out the front of my stomach. It still hurt, but it felt amazing at the same time. I wasn’t sure what to do. I couldn’t move but I didn’t want to move. I nestled my butt back into his soft mane of pubic hair as he slapped my ass hard, leaving red handprints. Then he started to pump me.

  “Oh God!” I screamed, suddenly losing all of the control I’d been trying so hard to hold onto. I gripped the couch tighter, and I nearly toppled over in my tiny heels. My heels even slid around on his slick marble floor, but I still managed to stay on my feet. “Oh God, it feels so good!” I groaned before biting the couch again.

  I felt so embarrassed and humiliated. I was being fucked by a man—a complete stranger. I didn’t even know if his name really was Ken. It probably wasn’t. But I didn’t care. I just wanted more of his cock. I wanted to have more of him inside of me.

  He pumped faster and harder. His slicked back hair was now rustled onto his forehead. Beads of sweat were rolling down his face and his hard muscles. His thick fingertips were holding me firmly in place.
“Take it, slut,” he said. I loved the sound of him calling me a slut. I loved being a slut. I didn’t want the moment to end—but the end was inevitable.

  I had no idea how long he fucked me for. It could have been an hour; it could have been one minute. I blanked out in my state of euphoria. I’m pretty sure my eyes even rolled into the back of my head. Once I came back to reality, the euphoria was too intense to handle. I screamed and shuddered and then I noticed the back of his couch was covered in my cum. He grunted and pushed in hard, and then I felt his hot load filling me up deep. “Shit!” I screamed. I was worried his huge load was going to make my insides burst. I’m not sure how they remained intact. He pulled out quickly and stumbled back, and I remained slumped over his couch. I stayed there while I felt that cum rolling through me and then out of me. It was a strangely pleasant feeling. I couldn’t believe I’d actually gone through with it.

  And I was excited when I left and I felt no guilt or regret. In fact, I couldn’t stop thinking about the quick romp with Ken. I even masturbated to the thought of it later that night, with a cucumber shoved deep in my ass. I even found myself wondering if it had actually happened, or if it was a dream.

  CHAPTER VIII

  It was early the next morning when someone knocked on my door. I pulled myself out of bed and then I started towards the door. But I stopped as I caught a glimpse of myself in a glass reflection. I was still wearing my wig and makeup, and I was still dressed in skimpy lingerie. “Give me a minute!” I called out, rushing into the bathroom to quickly clean myself up. I washed my face, pulled off my wig, and then I threw a towel around my naked body. The person knocked at my door again. “Just ten more seconds!” I called out. I scrubbed my face again, getting the last of the mascara out from my eyelashes.

  Then I answered the door and saw my mysterious drug rep standing in my doorway. “Seth—nice to see you again,” he said. He looked me up and down with a curious look. “I have to ask—have you been taking those pills I gave to you?”

  “I have—and they work,” I said. “I haven’t heard any ringing since I took the first pill. It’s a miracle.”

  “And what about the side-effects. We’ve given the drug to sixty people now, and only a handful of them are still taking the drug. And they’ve all experienced… well—maybe you can tell me.” He looked down my body carefully, as if to check to see how my body had changed. His gaze stopped on my chest for a moment, which was only covered by a large towel.

  I bit down on my bottom lip. “I don’t mind the changes,” I said. “In fact, the tinnitus being gone is kind of just a bonus, if you know what I mean.”

  He nodded his head slowly. “Yes, that’s the same thing the other testers said—the ones who are still taking the drug. I suppose you’ve noticed the reduced size of your… you know.”

  “Yes,” I said.

  “And you don’t mind? What about the development of your… you know?” He looked at my chest.

  “They’re coming along nicely,” I said, feeling my cheeks turning red.

  He laughed nervously. “Yes, well, I thought you would be a good candidate. You certainly had the same features that the others have—the smaller build, the softer facial features. I’m glad to hear that the side-effects haven’t been too… jarring.”

  “They were jarring at first. I don’t think I would have taken the first dose had you told me what it would do—but I’m glad I took it.”

  “So you want to continue the trial?” he asked. I noticed he was holding a box. “It’s the same drug, but a bit stronger. You might notice the changes will happen faster now.”

  I wanted to grab that box out from his hands. I couldn’t wait to start on the stronger drug. I couldn’t wait to see what was next in my sissy journey. And I couldn’t wait to feel another thick cock buried deep in my asshole.

  THE END

  ADULT FILM STAR

  Luke needs money and he needs it fast. He goes through every job listing, but nobody is hiring. He’s so desperate that he ends up replying to an ad looking for men for an adult film. It’s an easy two hundred bucks, and they even let Luke wear a mask.

  But Luke was so desperate for quick cash that he didn’t notice the part of the ad that mentioned he would be performing with a beautiful woman with an extra appendage.

  CHAPTER I

  It’s amazing what people will do for money. Luke always knew that there was a price for everything—he knew that people were lying when they said things like, “I wouldn’t do that for any amount of money!” Everyone has his or her price. Luke just thought that his price would be more than it was.

  And maybe it would have been if he weren’t so desperate. In the span of a week, he managed to lose his job, total his car, and drop his wallet somewhere on the street on his way home from the bank, after taking out half of his account so he could pay his rent. To call that week lousy would have been a grave understatement.

  “What do you mean, you dropped the money?” asked Luke’s landlord. “I don’t care if you dropped it or if a unicorn stole it from you while you were hanging upside down off of an airplane. I need that money by tonight or you’re out. Simple as that.” Luke went up and down the streets trying to find that wallet, but it was gone. Who wouldn’t grab a wallet packed tight with cash?

  So Luke went back to the bank and he took out the last of his bank account. At least he would be getting his final paycheque in a few days—that would be enough to cover the cost of a few bills and some groceries. Until then, he was going to have to live off of whatever he had in his pantry: a bag of noodles, some soy sauce, a packet of hollandaise sauce (which was probably expired), and about a cup of rice. His stomach gurgled as he stared at the mostly empty pantry. “It could be worse,” he told himself. But he wasn’t sure how exactly it could be worse. Soon, he would be living on the street, begging for change. At least the winter was over. At least he wouldn’t die from the cold out on the streets, unless he failed to find a new job before the next winter started back up again.

  He fired off about thirty resumes that night, expecting to have at least one job interview lined up by the morning. But he woke up to an empty e-mail inbox. No one was hiring. He stared at that empty e-mail inbox for ten minutes before migrating over to his couch so he could plant his face into a pillow. He screamed and then he felt tears forming in his eyes. He held those tears back. “You’re stronger than this,” he told himself. It was just a bad week—and every bad week comes to an end eventually. He forced a smile—maybe this was the start of an opportunity. He was being given the chance at a fresh start. He could pick a new career, move to a new city, maybe even start that business he always dreamed of starting… But all of those things need at least a bit of start-up cash. How could he start a new career if he couldn’t afford a new education? How could he move to a new city if he couldn’t even afford a suitcase, never mind a bus ticket? How could he start a company if he couldn’t even afford to incorporate?

  He found himself back on his computer, searching through job postings. But there was nothing new—nothing he hadn’t already applied for. So he tried looking elsewhere. There was a whole section of gigs—temporary employment, but at least it was something. Maybe he could help someone build a fence. Maybe he could paint some old lady’s house. He scrolled through the listings and started replying. But people were quick to reply: “Sorry, the position’s already been filled.” Luke even found some posts looking for actors. He’d never acted before, but how hard could it be? “Sorry, we’ve already got our guy. Thanks for applying though,” was a reply he was becoming painfully used to seeing.

  And then, after an hour of desperate searching, he found an ad that made his stomach turn. “$200.00. Adult film actor. Must be comfortable naked. Must be clean. Must be comfortable with sex.” Luke hated the fact that he wasn’t closing that window. He hated that his cursor was now hovering over the reply button. Just how badly did he need two hundred bucks?

  He replied to the posting, half-hoping
he would be told the position was already filled. But instead, he got a quick reply from the poster. “Can you send me a scan of your latest swab report from your doctor? We just need you for a simple bukkake scene: you and nine other guys will come on this chick. She might suck you, she might let you fuck her—we’ll see how’s she’s feeling on the day. Oh, and if you want, you can have your face covered. No one will be looking at your face anyway. Get me that swab report and I’ll give you the time and address.”

  Luke’s stomach rumbled as he re-read the message. He wasn’t sure he would even be able to come on camera, never mind get hard. But what if he could? If his face was covered, it’s not like anyone would recognize him, right? He did really need that two hundred bucks…

  So he went down to the nearby walk-in clinic. “What are you here for?” the woman at the front desk asked.

  He cleared his throat and forced a smile. “Just want to get checked for… you know—STIs, or whatever.” He felt his cheeks turning red.

  “Do you believe you have an STI?” the woman asked, raising a brow. Her voice was louder than Luke would have liked.

  “No, of course not. I just want to make sure. Better safe than sorry, you know?” He forced a little laugh as a cold sweat began to tickle the back of his neck.

  They got him into a room. The doctor was thankfully a female. She asked him to drop his pants, and then she went ahead with her inspection. She gently lifted up his cock and inspected his shaft. Then she ran her fingers over his testicles before taking a Q-tip to swab the tip of his penis. She spent a little bit too much time holding up his shaft. He was worried he was about to get an erection from the gentle stimulation of the Q-tip. He was relieved when she finally let his cock rest and said, “That’s all.” He put his cock away before it got noticeably bigger.

  “Great,” he said, springing to his feet. “When will we get the results?”