Man to Woman

by Jane Futa

  “Oh fuck… you like this, don’t you, you girly little slut!” Sam cried out.

  “Fuck me. I want you to fill me!” Derek begged, hoping none of the other men could hear through the walls – and yet he only cared just so much if they did.

  With one hard slap against his ass after another, Sam’s navel slammed against Derek and her massive cock drove inside him, tunneling his center until she could no longer hold off. The curvy girl felt the familiar bliss swell inside her body. The most potent burn of her life came sweeping in as Sam’s muscles tightened and she gripped at Derek’s sides.

  “You want to feel a real load inside you?” Sam growled, slamming Derek’s tight ass down against the base of her cock as she felt the pressure growing uncontrollable.

  “Cum,” Derek moaned until he felt the giant, hot ropes shooting inside his core. Sam nearly collapsed as the euphoric fire propelled her out of her mind for a moment. She felt a prisoner of her own body, her every last muscle, as they contracted and she pumped every last drop of her being inside the girlish city guy.

  “Fuck,” Sam cried out, moaning weakly as her cock finished pumping Derek. Her breasts heaved as she chased her breath, collapsing against Derek’s back and feeling the sweat on his skin.

  Sam’s cock throbbed lightly a few final times as she kissed Derek’s back.

  “You’re going to be my new personal assistant,” Sam huffed in-between panting breaths.

  Derek was certainly fine with this, envisioning only a summer filled with ass-fucking and whatever else his new boss might desire from him. He felt a tinge of satisfaction as the last few drops of her seed filled him.

  “So is this the initiation the guys were telling me about?” Derek asked.

  “Um, no. The initiation is blow job. This is… this is something special,” Sam noted.

  “So I guess you were wrong about me, then?” Derek asked with a cocky grin.

  “No,” Sam said with a smile as she pulled out of him slowly. “No, you have proven to be everything I hoped you would be.”

  She grinned and gave his ass a playful pat before lying beside him and taking him in her arm.

  Tag Team Trans

  The radio DJ extended his arm and reached for the cigarette, which let a lazy trail of smoke snake into the air of the small, cramped studio. He brought it to his lips and inhaled, before puffing nonchalantly and pressing his lips to the big, foamy microphone hanging before his face.

  Mike was the hottest DJ in town, and the two girls sitting in his interview booth just so happened to be on their way to fame. Kimberly and Alyssa, the two biggest regional pop starlets, were sitting anxiously across from the confident thirty-something male, and tossing uneasy glances back toward one another.

  “You know what time it is,” the Mike said in his trademark cool, low tone. He shifted his hazel eyes toward the girls and smiled.

  “We’ve got a real treat for you sleaze balls today,” he continued. “Two of the hottest little stars on the radio right now; Kim and Aly.”

  Kimberly looked to her friend. Alyssa was teasing her long, dark hair, as she usually did when a fit of nerve struck her. Kimberly simply sat there and crossed her long, smooth legs. The matching outfits that the girls had been instructed to wear, would certainly rank among the worst; shiny pink shorts and tank tops. The get-up seemed like something reminiscent of what two skimpy pit-crew girls would wear as they bent over and dumped gas into the car of some hotshot racer.

  “Ladies, why don’t you say hello to our wonderful listeners,” Mike said with a cocky grin.

  The DJ extended his hand and placed it over Kimberly’s knee, running his fingers up and down the top of her thigh, until she tossed her blonde hair and laughed nervously. She leaned forward toward the microphone and spoke, “Hi guys, it’s Kimberly!” The dark-haired girl followed, pressing her red lips against the foam. “Alyssa here, too!”

  “Now, as I understand it, you girls are on your American tour right now; is that right?” Mike asked, as he pulled his hand from Kimberly and smiled.

  “That’s right. It’s our first time here in the states and we’re very excited to be here,” Alyssa spoke, turning her dark eyes toward the host.

  He crossed his arms and sat back, before pulling the microphone with him and away from the women. “Guys, if you could only see these ladies right now; wow.”

  Kimberly jumped toward the microphone and, struggling to maintain control of the situation, added a simple, “Thank you, Michael.”

  The host laughed and shook his head. He brushed a hand over his short peppery-grey hair and shook his head. “Girls, it’s Mike. Come on, now.”

  The girls apologized and as the host spun his chair around away from them, breaking into a typical spiel before a song played, the girls rolled their eyes and laughed with each other.

  Kimberly and Alyssa certainly had had their share of sleazy hosts and grabby record producers, on their way to fame. Coming from a small Canadian town had left them naïve at the start, but even though the two were only nineteen a piece, they quickly learned that most men they would encounter were mostly after one thing. There was always a certain exchange expected. The girls were always offered a quick little opportunity for some advertising or marketing, in exchange for perhaps a date or maybe just a drink after the interview.

  Kimberly had always accepted these little dates early on, before she realized that they were only ever supposed to be lead-ins to one simple thing: a good, hard fucking back at the hotel.

  The only problem was that Kimberly and Alyssa did not swing that way. They weren’t the sort of girls to just put out, and even if they wanted to, there was always the little matter of their big secret.

  Early on, Alyssa had begged Kimberly to be open and honest with the executives about their history. “No way,” Kimberly had warned her. “I’m not losing a record deal just because these men can’t understand that a woman with a little extra something is still a woman, thank you very much,” she had said with a stomp of her heels.

  And so, the raven-haired beauty followed the steps of her friend, and the two kept quiet about their special baggage. It wasn’t usually a problem, until an industry man got a little too fresh and they pushed things farther than either Kimberly or Alyssa wanted to go.

  Then, of course, all bets were off the table.

  The first such experience happened in a hotel in Milwaukee. The girls had just gotten off-stage and had only played a handful of shows. A man claiming to be a big-shot in Los Angeles, on the hunt for new talent, offered to take them out for a drink. Kimberly’s father had always told them to be weary of men who wanted to ‘buy you a drink.’

  “Always get water,” he said. “And get it yourself, just to be safe.”

  The girls went out with the man, and one thing led to another. They ended up back at his hotel, where he swore he would give them his card if they only came up for a goodbye kiss. Well, it was never quite so simple. The man tried to keep both girls in the room against their will, and that’s when it was only practical to show them exactly what they were dealing with.

  The girls learned to use their talents to put sleaze balls in their places. Nothing made Kimberly hornier, especially, than putting an asshole in the sissy’s position, bent over and taking a giant cock up his tight ass. Watching them moan and beg for it like little girly sluts, always proved the cherry on top. Soon, it became a fixture of touring.

  And in the radio booth that day, it seemed as though Mike was angling to become their newest sissy.

  “So,” the DJ said, spinning around to face the girls as music started to play on the radio speakers behind them.

  “Obviously you’re looking for some representation,” he said, scratching his stubble and smiling as his eyes wandered down between Alyssa’s legs. The dark-haired girl crossed her legs and shifted in her seat, before looking to Kimberly for direction. Kimberly was always the tougher one; the one that Alyssa leant on and took her instruction from. They were best
friends, but Kimberly ran the show. Credit it to her childhood growing up in the oil fields, she would tell people.

  “Actually,” Kimberly started. “Um, wait, is this still on?” She asked with a sudden concern. She eyed the microphone and grabbed it.

  The host laughed and crossed his skinny arms. “You girls are cute,” he said.

  “Um, thanks,” Alyssa said.

  “So, listen, there’s a party going on tonight on Mesa Avenue. Obviously you’ll want to be there. I’m going to be there and I can introduce you to some seriously high-rolling fuckers,” Mike said with a hint of pride. The DJ pointed to a fancy gold watch around his wrist and said, “See this? This is worth more than your life.”

  The girls weren’t exactly impressed by the display of wealth, and shrugged.

  “Listen, Mike. I appreciate the offer. But we aren’t looking for representation right now,” Kimberly explained. “We have our manager, Caitlyn, who got us this interview. And that’s all we really need right now. We’re doing the whole ‘independent label’ thing,” she said with a little laugh.

  “Girls, girls, girls. A word of advice? Let’s get real. You need a label behind you. You’re gorgeous. You have massive tits, and some seriously fuckable faces. I mean, you both know it, I know it. The whole world knows it. You need some money behind you, getting those tits out there in music videos and V.I.P. rooms at clubs.”

  The lecture didn’t quite move the girls in the way that the DJ had intended. He shook his head and sighed. “You obviously need some direction here.”

  “We’re getting kind of popular on the internet right now,” Kimberly explained. “I mean; we have a lot of followers, and we’ve been selling our EP pretty well since we started our tour,” the blonde girl continued.

  Mike remained unconvinced, shaking his head.

  “Sex sells. And you’ve got lots of it, obviously,” he said, turning his eyes down toward each girls set of full breasts.

  “Um, thank you. But we’re trying to keep it about the music,” Alyssa shrugged.

  “No, no, no,” Mike argued. “Sex. Get it out there. Have you ever considered doing a spread in one of the nudies?”

  “Um, the ‘nudies’?” Kimberly asked with confusion scrawled across his tight lips.

  “You know; a nude magazine. Get those legs spread,” Mike said.

  “Um, I’m not comfortable with any of this. I think this is quite inappropriate, Mike. Can we please discuss something else?” Kimberly insisted.

  The DJ laughed and shook his head. “Don’t tell me you two are a couple of prudes. You’re obviously sluts. Anyone can see that.”

  “That’s enough,” Alyssa said with a hint of wavering defiance.

  “I’m going to take a leak. I’ll be back, and we can talk about flowers or horses or whatever,” the DJ said, stepping toward the booth door and pulling it open. “Just don’t expect to get back on the air unless you’re ready to dish on your latest celebrity hook-up or something.”

  “What a pig,” Alyssa said.

  “So you’re thinking what I’m thinking, then?” Kimberly asked with a devious curl forming on her lips.

  “I don’t know; it’s a radio station full of people,” Alyssa reminded her friend.

  “Fine,” the blonde said, stomping her heel. “But he looks like the perfect little sissy boy slut. Couldn’t you just see that dirty mouth around my cock?”

  “Yes,” Alyssa nodded with a little laugh. “But that’s beside the point.”

  “Well, I’m not going to let him keep eyeing your boobs like that without teaching him a lesson,” Kimberly scowled.

  “I can handle myself,” Alyssa said with a spicy tone.

  “Oh, can you?” Kimberly said, leaning forward and tickling the dark-haired girl. She gave Alyssa a small, comforting kiss on the cheek, just as the DJ returned to the doorway, stepping into the booth.

  “Oh shit; now that’s what we’re looking for!” He said, clasping his hands and darting his eyes across both girls wildly.

  “That’s it?” He asked, with an expression of playful disappointment across his lips, as he sat back down.

  “Come on; at least give me a little flash or something,” he said. “How about you? Um… what was your name again… April?” He asked. “Fuck, wait… I know it was something else.”

  “It’s Alyssa,” Kimberly said as her dark-haired friend sat there, crossing her arms and legs in fury.

  “I’ll tell you what, Mike. We’ll show you the goods,” Kimberly started. She turned toward Alyssa. Her friend already knew the score, and Kimberly could read the interest across her eyes. It had been a little while since their last delicious little experience with another man. And though Kimberly felt a bit conflicted about the sleaze ball DJ, she knew that he would make the perfect little submissive.

  There was nothing that turned her on more, than dominating the men who would in public swear to be the least submissive, and in private by the first ones in a set of panties and groveling on their knees. She could read it across the DJ’s face, and smiled with contentment as she watched her next tour stop unravel with its sexual fruits.

  “That’s what I’m talking about. Let’s see those tits; unless of course, you’re talking about more than just tits. Because, like I said, I know some important people. If you convince me, maybe we can get the ball rolling on a possible meeting with somebody in the industry,” Mike said, rambling confidently.

  “No, no. We don’t need any of that. I was thinking about something else,” Kimberly said, leaning forward and dragging a finger over the DJ’s jeans.

  “Something else?” He asked, furrowing his brow.

  “We’ll show you ours, if you show us yours,” Kimberly said, feigning a squeaky, virginal little tone. She watched as the DJ’s eyes widened at the proposition. She could tell before he even responded that he would be an easy catch.

  “Hmm,” he said, tapping his chin with his finger.

  The DJ stood and placed his hands on his hips, before motioning for the girls to flash their tits. Kimberly and Alyssa looked at one another, laughed with embarrassment and in one swift motion, grabbed their tiny pink tops and pulled them up as their breasts hung down with fullness.

  “Fuck,” Mike smiled, clasping his hands together. The DJ shook his head in utter disbelief, and smiled wide. “Those are some fucking incredible tits,” he said, leaning forward to grab Alyssa’s pale, perky breasts.

  “Hey!” Kimberly snapped. “No touching,” the blonde added with a defiant scowl.

  “Well, at least not yet,” Alyssa said with a cool confidence.

  She smiled devilishly toward her friend and the DJ smiled. “Ok fine,” he shrugged with an expression of surrender. “You got me. I’ll show you the goods, and then maybe I get just a small grab?”

  “You’re not getting anything if you’re going to just grab them,” Kimberly laughed. “Goodness, at least make an attempt to pleasure us.”

  The girls giggled and looked at one another, before starting to lower their tops. “You’re running out of time, stud.”

  “Ok, ok,” The DJ said, grabbing at his belt. He undid the leather strip and unbuttoned his jeans, before letting the baggy denim open around his waist. The girls watched as the host tugged his jeans and his bunched striped boxers down to his thighs, revealing his hard but incredibly small cock.

  “Oh my god,” Kimberly laughed, pointing at the DJ’s dick.

  “It’s so tiny!” “Alyssa added with her own little giggle.

  “Hey, hey,” the DJ started. “It’s just not as hard as it could be; that’s all. It’s big once it’s hard.”

  “Then show us, already, big boy,” Kimberly said, as each of the girls dropped to their knees and brought their faces near the DJ’s cock. The man sighed in delight as the two beautiful girls held their lips only inches from the end of his stiff cock.

  “Stroke it for us,” Alyssa said, licking her lips.

  The DJ smiled and grabbed his cock, exha
ling as he jerked his cock and let his eyes close. The girls watched as his cock failed to grow any larger, and eventually, Kimberly laughed.

  “It’s not getting any bigger,” she said.

  “Turn him around,” Alyssa insisted, and watched her blonde friend grab the radio host and spin him around.

  “And he has such a perky little ass. I’ll bet he would fit perfectly in our shorts,” Alyssa said with a giggle.

  “Come on,” the host said with a tone of dejection.

  “You know you like it, don’t you? Why else would you have shown us such a small little pecker?” Kimberly laughed.

  “Whatever,” the host said, starting to pull his jeans back up.

  “Ah-hem,” Kimberly started. “We’re not finished with you.”

  “Excuse me?” Mike said.

  Alyssa stood and stepped toward the radio desk. She found the button that she had been watching as the host came back from commercials and music; the button to go right to a live feed. She made a note of this and neared the button just then.

  “You don’t want your millions of listeners to hear that you have a tiny little dick, do you?” Alyssa said, with her finger on the button.

  “Hey, don’t fuck around with that,” the host chided. “I don’t need you fucking around with my image.”

  “Then get your hand off your dick,” Kimberly instructed, beaming her green eyes up toward the radio host. The dejected host rubbed the back of his neck and stepped back, before sitting in his chair and looking at the two girls, who before had seemed so innocent, and now, seemed intent to overtake control of the studio.

  “You’ve been very rude to us, Mike,” Kimberly said, shaking her head. “Tsk, tsk, tsk.”

  She looked down at the hosts’s cock and grabbed it, stroking lightly as the host sighed with delight.

  “We know what a horn ball you are,” she continued. “That’s certainly no secret. But how big of a sissy are you?”