by Marci Wilcox
Peter swallowed the full length of Jarod's cock. As he sucked up and down, he buried his forefinger into Jarod's ass. Jarod squirmed about and thrust his cock deeper down Peter's throat. Peter snaked another finger into Jarod's ass followed quickly by a third. Jarod grabbed Peter's head. Jarod fucked Peter's mouth while Peter finger-fucked Jarod's ass.
"Fuuuuccckkkk!" Jarod said. "That's it. Take it you bitch. Swallow every fucking drop."
Jarod lifted his ass off the lounge chair as he filled Peter's mouth with his hot sperm. Spit mixed with sperm dribbled out of the side of Peter's mouth. When Jarod was done coming, he had Peter lick him clean.
"Good boy," Jarod said. "Now go clean the house."
"Yes, master," Peter said. "What would you like for dinner?"
"I don't know. Ask me later."
When TGI first opened for business, Jarod was surprised by the number of women who wanted to be men. Transgender to him always meant guys who wanted to be chicks. It didn't dawn on him that the feeling that you were born in the wrong body applied to men and women.
Jarod got to his feet, gulped down his Gin and tonic, and dived naked into the pool. He swam a few laps. He got out of the pool, dried off, and wrapped the towel around his waist. He sauntered into the house. He went into the living room to where he kept his personal video collection. He picked out a recent video he had recorded of Peter getting gangbanged by two burly men. Jarod had found the men in a Portland sex club and had paid them well to come to his house to fuck Peter.
Jarod put the homemade DVD in the player and turned on the TV. He sat on the couch and watched Peter suck one guy's cock while the other fucked him. Jarod had just blown his wad so he wasn't ready to get hard again. Still, he enjoyed watching the video. He was getting much better at framing shots and holding the camera steady when he zoomed in for a close-up.
If someone had told Jarod five years ago that someday he would be having sex with dudes, he would have punched them in the face. He hadn't gone gay. The way he saw it, he had become sexually fluid.
For a while, Jarod was completely impotent. He blamed his limp dick on Heather Tile. The year he'd spent subjecting Heather to every kind of sexual debauchery he could imagine had been too much of a good thing. He had not only gotten bored with making her perform sex acts, he had gotten bored with sex.
Jarod tried dating regular women instead of men he had turned into bimbo sex slaves. When the women found out how much money and power he had, they started acting like bimbo sex slaves. They couldn't wait to spread their legs for him. Jarod got so much pussy, he couldn't get it up for pussy.
That was when Jarod decided to try having sex with men. It was different enough to get him interested in fucking again.
Jarod turned off Peter's video and put in the last video he'd taken of Heather. For a few minutes, Jarod watched Heather screw three black men, and then he skipped to the part when he shouted the secret word that snapped Heather out of her hypnotic state. It was right when the three men were coming on her face. Jarod had watched this moment dozens of times and the look of shock and horror on her face never ceased to thrill Jarod. It was the moment Henry Tile, the man who tried to ruin Jarod's life, woke up to find himself as Heather, the bimbo sex slave. Jarod felt an ache in his crotch and looked down to see he had a raging hard-on.
"Peter!" he shouted.
Peter poked his head into the room.
"Yes, master?"
"What are you doing?"
"Mopping the kitchen floor, master."
"That can wait. Get your skinny ass in here. And bring the lube!"
Peter hurried into the living room. He wore nothing but an apron and carried a bottle of Astroglide in his hand. He stood next to Jarod and waited for instructions. His growing erection was starting to make a tent in the apron. Jarod started the video over. He unwrapped his towel and let his own erection bob in the open.
"Take off your apron," Jarod said.
Peter removed the apron and tossed is aside. His body was hairless and smooth. Jarod sat up so that he was facing Peter's uncircumcised cock. Jarod pulled the foreskin back, exposing the sensitive head. He flicked his tongue around it. Peter closed his eyes and bit his lower lip. His cock twitched in Jarod's hand.
Jarod teased Peter with his tongue until Peter was fully erect and then he took Peter's cock into his mouth. Jarod savored Peter's musky smell as his cock grew more rigid. Jarod reached around and squeezed Peter's ass cheeks as he bobbed up and down. He had given Peter enough blow jobs to know when he was close to coming and pulled back each time, taking him to the brink again and again.
Jarod had believed that the person getting the blowjob had power over the person giving the blowjob. But now he realized it was the opposite. The person giving the blowjob had complete power over the receiver. There were nights when he had toyed with Peter for hours, making the young man beg for release.
Peter moaned and pinched his nipples. His hips swayed and his knees trembled.
Jarod pulled Peter's cock out of his mouth. He left the couch and got on his hands and knees on the rug in front of the TV.
"Lube me up good, Peter," Jarod said. "I want to be smooth and slick when you fuck me."
Peter squeezed lube onto his fingers and rubbed his fingers inside Jarod's ass. He put lube in his palm and slathered it onto his cock. He moved close behind Jarod and rubbed his cock against the lip of Jarod's asshole. Jarod moaned in anticipation.
Peter pushed the head of his cock against the pucker of Jarod's ass. Jarod's much used ass opened up and Peter slid inside his master. As Peter fucked Jarod's ass, Jarod watched the video of Heather being taken by three black men.
Jarod used to watch this video and imagine that he was one of the three black men and that he was slamming his giant cock into Heather's pussy. Lately, he had started to fantasize about being Heather and that he was the girl getting gangbanged. The first time he had this fantasy, his stomach churned and he was upset for days.
But the fantasy gave him the biggest boner he'd had in years. The fantasy of being a woman getting gangbanged was better than getting a blowjob while stretched out on a lounge chair next to his pool. Having Peter violating his ass brought the fantasy closer to a reality.
There were moments when Jarod was tempted to drive up to Seattle and have TGI turn him into a sexy babe. But he would never do it because he loved power more than sex and he didn't want to do anything that might possibly loosen his grip on the power he had now.
Jarod put aside thoughts of transformations and savored the delicious waves of sexual pleasure caused by Peter's cock. Peter's cock wasn't huge but it was big enough to fill Jarod up. He could feel Peter's balls slapping against him. He dug his fingers into the carpet as his own cock strained for release.
"I can't hold out much longer, master," Peter said. "May I come now?"
On the video screen, Heather rode one of the men while another stood next to her so she could suck his cock. She grabbed her tit with one hand and jerked off the third man with her other hand.
"Yes!" Jarod said. "You have my permission to come in my ass."
Jarod could feel Peter's cock jerking inside him as he came. Jarod came without touching his cock. His sperm poured out of the slit and dripped onto the carpet.
Jarod made a mental note to have Peter shampoo the rug later.
Chapter Six
"I don't know Heather," Dane said. "I looked into Tile Genomics' procedures back when they first started the company. I didn't feel they were worth the risk then and I'm not entirely convinced they are now. TGI is going to have to prove that their DNA scrambler or whatever the hell they call it doesn't cause long term damage."
Heather and Dane were in Dane's BMW on their way to TGI's offices. Heather was beginning to think that bringing Dane along for the meeting with TGI had been a mistake. This was the sixth time that he'd voiced his doubts about doing business with them. Heather knew it had been six times because she'd kept track of his grousing.
Listening to him bitch was far better than telling him the truth. She didn't think Dane would be pleased to know that Heather had Samir buy Braddock Insurance for the sole purpose of using the company to get access to TGI's internal files. There had to be something in those files that would expose Jarod Blackwell's illegal activities. Once he was behind bars, Heather would reveal her true identity and reclaim her company.
Since she couldn't tell Dane the truth, she sighed and repeated her cover story.
"Prince Samir feels that TGI has been around long enough that their experimental procedures are worth investigating," Heather said. "If Braddock becomes their exclusive insurance choice, this could be very lucrative for us."
Dane looked over at Heather and let his gaze stay on her chest for such a long time she was afraid he was going to have an accident. Distracted driving was just as potentially lethal as drunk driving. After weeks of covering her body, Heather had put on a blouse today that showed a small amount of cleavage. She wanted to give Dale a taste of what he'd been itching to see.
Her intention wasn't to seduce him. She figured if he was busy staring at her tits then he wouldn't get overly involved in the meeting with TGI. But now she wondered if this wasn't a mistake as well. If he ran off the road because he was distracted by her breasts, then there wouldn't be a meeting.
"Does Samir make you call him Prince Samir?" Dane said as he directed his attention back to the road.
Heather refrained from replying that Samir preferred to be called Princess Samira, especially when Heather was pegging her with a large dildo.
"No," Heather said. "He doesn't make me. But he is a real prince and I call him that out of respect."
"Well, I'm not going to call him prince and he can fire me if he doesn't like it."
Heather was surprised by Dane's attitude toward Samir. She thought the two men got along. And then the penny dropped. Dane was jealous of Samir. Now she really regretted bringing Dale along. He might try to do something aggressive and stupid in the meeting to prove that he was manlier than Samir as a way to impress her.
Heather had been a woman for almost five years and there was still so much she didn't understand about being female. There were things she found annoying about being a woman like not having pockets, carrying a purse, bloody periods, bras that don't fit right, boob sweat, sore feet from high heels, plucking eyebrows, men interrupting her, and shaving her legs to just name a few.
But there were things she did enjoy about being a woman. Multiple orgasms, more clothing options, high tolerance for pain, talking to other women, nicer bathrooms, more emotional maturity, and sexual fluidity to just name a few. And did she mention multiple orgasms?
Dane turned a corner and they could see Tile Genomics, Inc. at the end of the block. Heather gaped at the three-story building. There it was. Her company. She remembered the day Henry signed the lease on the lot. He visited the construction every day like an expectant father waiting for his baby to arrive. When the offices were finally ready and his machine had been installed, Henry didn't want to go home at the day. He was home.
"I can see this place gives you the creeps as much as it does me," Dane said.
Heather was too overcome with emotion to respond.
Dane pulled into TGI's parking lot. Heather got her purse and briefcase out of the back seat. Dane walked beside her and held the door open for her. Her body trembled with excitement. She wanted to shout out that Henry had returned. The body might be different but the brain was the same.
Heather and Dane walked to the receptionist desk. The receptionist was a middle-age woman with unruly frizzy hair. Her reading glasses were connected to a neck cord and rested on the bridge of her nose. She looked up at the visitors and smiled. Heather smiled back. Her name was Agnes. She remembered when Henry hired her and was pleased to see she was still with TGI.
"Good morning," Agnes said. "How can I help you?"
"We're with..." Heather began.
"We're with Braddock Insurance," Dane said, interrupting Heather. "We have an appointment with Chuck Rosewood."
Agnes winced but didn't lose her smile.
"I'll let Mr. Rosewood know you're here," she said. She punched a button on her phone and waited for a few seconds. "Braddock Insurance is here.... Yes, sir." She hung up and turned her attention back to Heather and Dane. "He's on his way."
Heather and Dane moved away from the desk. Heather was livid. Dane had made the classic male move of interrupting a woman. She wondered how much of a fuss he would put up if she ordered him to leave now and let her do the meeting alone. Dane dug his hands into his pockets and frowned at Heather.
"I'm sorry," he said. "That was a dick move."
"Perhaps you should define what you consider a dick move," Heather said.
"You were about to tell the receptionist who we were and I jumped in and spoke over you. I've tried not to be that kind of guy. It's not just disrespectful to women. I was disrespectful to a co-worker. Look, I get it. This is your meeting and you brought me along out of respect to me as the former owner of Braddock Insurance. The least I can do is return the favor. I'll let you take the lead with this Rosewood guy and add whatever support I can."
"Thank you, Dane."
Heather was beginning to think it wasn't such a bad idea to bring Dane along after all.
She turned away from Dane and saw a man in a blue suit walking toward them. He was the most handsome man she'd ever seen. He had reddish brown hair, green eyes, a square jaw, broad shoulders, and a trim waist. He caught her eye and flashed a dazzlingly bright smile.
Heather felt an immediate sexual attraction to him. She'd never felt anything like this before, especially with a complete stranger. She could feel her pussy opening up. Something about him made her want to rip his clothes off and screw him on top of Agnes' desk.
He held out his hand.
"Hello," he said, his voice deep and smooth. "I'm Chuck Rosewood."
Heather tried to speak but no words came out of her mouth. It was the second time she'd been speechless that morning. She left Chuck's hand hanging in the air. Dane reached over and shook hands with Chuck.
"Please to meet you, Chuck," Dane said. "I'm Dane Braddock and this is Heather Malone."
"Dane. Heather. Welcome to Tile Genomics, Inc. We've set up a presentation in our meeting room, so if you'll follow me, we'll get started."
Chuck led them toward the elevator. Heather's legs wobbled but she managed to keep moving. Dane and Chuck chatted about the Seahawks, which was great. It gave Heather time to gather her wits and not make a complete fool of herself.
She was really glad she brought Dane along.
Chapter Seven
Heather needed all of her willpower to keep from interrupting TGI's video presentation. In the video, TGI had dumbed down how the DNA re-sequencer operated. Heather understood why they did this. They didn't want to be too technical. She wasn't supposed to understand exactly how it worked. They didn't know that she had invented the machine. She could explain how it worked better than anyone in the conference room.
When the video was done, Chuck asked if they had any questions.
"Have you considered using this machine for anything other than gender reassignment?" Heather said. "Perhaps you could use it to cure hereditary diseases. Maybe even cure cancer."
"That's a future goal for the company, but TGI isn't in a position at this time to allocate the necessary resources."
Heather knew that was corporate speak for we can't afford it.
"When TGI first approached Braddock Insurance, I had a meeting with Dr. Henry Tile," Dane said. "He told me that was the ultimate goal of TGI."
Heather remembered that meeting. Of all the insurance companies Henry had met with, he'd felt the most optimistic about Braddock Insurance. He was deeply disappointed when Dane turned him down.
"That was Henry's dream," Chuck said. "And I hope someday to honor it."
"Why did Dr. Tile leave the company?" Heather said
.
Chuck's cheery smile faded for a moment and he looked worried. But then he recovered and showed his pearly white teeth.
"Henry's a visionary," Chuck said. "Once he saw that his machine was a success, he left the company. He's at an undisclosed location working on a new invention that will be even greater than the DNA machine."
"But you just said his ultimate goal was to use the machine to cure diseases," Heather said. "It sounds to me like he left before he even tried."
"You're right. I wish I had an answer for why Henry left when he did. I would ask him myself but he cut off all communication with TGI."
Heather couldn't decide if Chuck was lying or not. Did he know Jarod got rid of Henry or did he believe Jarod's lies?
"Enough speculation about what Dr. Tile would or wouldn't have done if he stayed with TGI," Dane said. "Let's talk about where the company is now."
Chuck breathed a sigh of relief. He handed Heather and Dane folders filled with documents about the company. Heather and Dane flipped through them.
"These are the standard reports that a company would give investors," Heather said, "but working with an insurance company is more of a partnership. We would need to be able to see your internal files."
"And we would cooperate in any way possible," Chuck said. "But we have a lot of sensitive information that we wouldn't want our competitors to have access to. Your lawyers and our lawyers would have to work out an agreement first."
Heather stifled a smirk. This was exactly what she'd come here for. Everything was going according to her plan. She would arrange for the lawyers to draw up the necessary documents and once everyone signed on the dotted line, she could set Candi loose on TGI's internal files.
"I'm impressed by what I've seen so far," Heather said. "Let's bring in the lawyers."
"Yes," Chuck said. "Let's bring in the lawyers."
"Not so fast," Dane said. "There's something I want to know now before we go any further."
Heather groaned. She was too close to have Dane screw up her plan.