First Time Femme

by D. L. Savage

  “Nice place,” I croaked as we both arrived in the luxurious bedroom with its king size bed decked out in purple silk sheets, the room lit only by soft electric blue lighting.

  “So what’s your name?” he shot back.

  I felt a fresh lurch of nerves, caught off guard by his question. Why the hell hadn’t I thought up a goddamn name already?!

  “Katie,” I blurted out, the moniker springing up from somewhere deep inside me.

  “Pleased to meet you,” he growled, taking three confident steps toward me then offering out his hand.

  But when I made to shake it, he pulled it up to his thick sensuous lips, kissing the smooth skin on the top of my hand as his blue eyes once again locked onto mine.

  I felt myself giggling as I pulled my hand away, my body trembling with nervous anticipation as I wondered all over again just what the hell I was doing here, and how in the world I was going to get from an innocent drink to what I really wanted. But it seemed like the answer to that question came from Anderson himself, as he leaned in close to me, filling my senses with the spicy scent of his cologne as he murmured in my ear, “I know why you came here and its definitely not for a drink, Katie.”

  “Oh yeah?” I replied, playing it cool, even though inside I could feel myself growing sick with nerves.

  “Yeah,” he growled. “You’ve heard the rumors and now you wanna know if it’s true.”

  “Maybe,” I admitted, feeling my my mouth growing dry and a cold wash of adrenaline flooding through my veins ...

  7

  I can’t believe this is actually happening, I thought as I stared back at him, my head spinning, my heart pounding with nervous dread. But I reminded myself why I was here: for the money. For ten fucking grand – enough to change my life forever.

  “Well go on then,” I teased, summoning every last scrap of confidence I had as I took a seat on the bed, staring up at him with what I hoped was a playful smile, my legs crossed over one another as I nodded towards his groin. “Show me.”

  I watched as his thick sensuous lips curled into a grin and then my stomach lurched in nervous anticipation as he actually did as I commanded, reaching down and slowly unbuckling his belt, slipping it open then unzipping his jeans. As he pushed them down around his tanned muscular thighs, uncovering the shockingly huge bulge in his white boxer briefs, I felt the remaining moisture leave my mouth, unable to tear my eyes away from the scene that was playing out before me, unable to believe it was really taking place.

  In what felt like slow motion, he pushed his hand into his shorts then scooped out a cock so long and thick it almost didn’t look real, lazily working his fist up and down the smooth shaft until it began to harden right before my very eyes, the glistening purple head weeping out a clear bead of pre-cum while his low-slung shaved balls tightened into two smooth, full orbs beneath.

  “Like what you see?” Anderson growled and I felt myself nodding outside of my own control, almost unable to speak.

  The most shocking part of all was that I did like it – I felt turned on in a way I never had before, startled into silence by the fucked up feelings that were currently crashing through my skinny body in that moment, weird urges that I’d never considered before.

  Because now, dressed like this, my tiny girly cock throbbing hard in my panties, it felt oddly natural to be turned on by a hunky alpha dude with a huge hard cock …

  “Why don’t you come a little closer baby,” he murmured, obviously wanting me to get even more intimate with him.

  But all of a sudden I snapped back to my senses, remembering all over again why I was there.

  “Hold it right there,” I grinned, reaching down to my purse which I’d set by my feet, clicking it open and pulling out my cellphone then swiping it onto camera mode.

  “Are you serious?” Anderson laughed, but to my relief he didn’t try to cover himself at all. “Damn, you’re a freaky little bitch, aren’t you?” he added in what sounded like begrudging admiration, actually striking a pose for me as I took the picture, finally capturing the elusive shot I’d been craving all this time.

  Yes!

  I felt a powerful rush of excitement as I stared down at the photo on the screen, the photo that was about to change my life of Pete Anderson showing off his monster cock.

  I quickly dropped my cellphone into my bag, then made to leave, pushing myself to my feet again. But at this, his expression changed, growing suddenly serious, his thick brow furrowing.

  “Uh uh,” he murmured, shaking his head. “You can’t let a guy get all worked up like this then leave him with blue balls.”

  I gasped in shock as he reached out, grabbing my hand by the wrist and pulling it between his legs, and a second later I felt the throbbing heat of his cock press against my palm. He felt so huge – hard and thick – and more out of curiosity than anything else I let my fingers close gingerly around his shaft, only to discover that it was so fucking wide that they wouldn’t even fit all the way around its girth.

  “Just like that,” Anderson growled, still holding my wrist painfully tight as he began to force my hand to glide up and down his hot hard shaft. “Nice and slow ...”

  Despite myself I felt a fresh pang of horniness, my own cock still throbbing and aching in my panties as I began to jack his dick in earnest now, my hand sliding up and down, up and down his hard curved length while my skinny body flooded with pure adrenaline.

  “You know what would feel even better than your hand?” he murmured, his piercing blue eyes blazing down at me, his body so huge and muscular compared to my own slender frame.

  I shook my head, the breath shivering past my lips, the words caught in my throat.

  “Oh yes you do,” he replied with a wicked smile, laying a hand on my shoulder and subtle exerting pressure.

  In that moment I knew I had two options – I could duck past him, throwing open the door to his hotel room and running down the corridor to the safety of the elevator. After all, I had what I came for, right? I had the photo I needed. Or I could … stay.

  And in that moment I realized something truly shocking: that I wanted this, so fucking badly I wasn’t even in full control of my actions any more.

  I felt myself yielding to him, lowering down onto my knees, so that his huge hard cock was right there in front of my face, bathing it with heat.

  Close up it looked even more gigantic than ever, almost inhuman, but I knew that I wanted to at least try to fit it in my mouth. I was trembling all over, my body quaking with pure adrenaline, as I leant forward guiding that big thick cock towards my open mouth, parting my lips wide as they’d go.

  I felt a fresh shiver of pleasure shudder through me as I finally closed my glossy lips around the pearly hardness of his cock head, feeling its smooth mass gliding deliciously against my tongue and pushing deep into my mouth, filling it completely. As I began to bob my head, my mouth filled with a subtly salty taste, and I felt a flash of girly pride as Anderson let out yet a low moan like he was enjoying this just as much as I was, his athletic body tensing.

  Spurred on, I began to suck in earnest, working my lips faster and faster up and down his throbbing cock, letting out a soft sexy sigh around his shaft as the thought struck me that during their relationship Ari must have done the exact same thing that I was doing right now.

  Somehow that turned me on more than ever, so much so that I almost felt ready to cum - my cock throbbing hard in my panties even though I wasn’t even touching myself.

  But even though I wanted to, I knew with a pang of frustration that I couldn’t: it was simply too damn risky if I wanted to keep up the illusion that I was a real girl. But to my surprise, by denying myself my pleasure made the whole experience even hotter - my panties soaking with pre-cum, my untouched cock throbbing and aching, my whole body shacking and trembling now right on the brink of the purest, sluttiest pleasure I’d ever known.

  But before it could crest inside me, I felt Anderson’s hulky body tense, his cock swel
ling and throbbing powerfully in my mouth. He let out a low growl and I braced myself, just moments before I felt his dick flooding my tongue and throat with hot thick cum.

  Before I even knew what I was doing, I’d gulped it back, feeling the warm goo slide down my throat leaving a faintly salty acidic taste in its wake. As his cock began to soften, I even found myself licking and lapping at the head, teasing the slit with my tongue until every last drop was gone ...

  * * *

  About an hour or so later, I tottered back into my apartment, closing the door behind me as I heard the faint sound of the Uber driving off into the night. I felt dizzy and heady, almost like I’d been drugged, the combo of excitement and disbelief at what I’d done still crashing raucously around my veins.

  I kicked off my heels then walked through to my bedroom, flopping back onto the bed still in my dress, wig and underwear, closing my eyes as I let my mind spill back over what had happened, my skinny body once again charging with a feminine energy that had become intoxicating.

  And this time, as I remembered the feel of that thick hard cock throbbing in my mouth, pumping powerfully as it unleashed squirt after squirt of hot creamy cum, I let my trembling fingers slip between my legs, stroking the aching mound of my cock through the silky fabric of my panties, my body writhing in pure girly pleasure as the naughty memories spilled like treacle through my swirling brain.

  Had I really done that?

  I let out a soft sigh as I teased the swollen nub of my cock head through my g-string like a clit, feeling tantalizing waves of pleasure quickly multiplying inside me and fluttering out all around my body, my muscles tensing as my orgasm grew closer and closer.

  But I tried to hold off – not wanting this delicious moment to end — but it was too late. With a final gasp I felt my pleasure finally crest inside me, the heat of my cum flooding my panties while my mind ricocheted with horny memories and sensations.

  It was only as I slowly came back to my senses that it struck me: it didn’t have to end.

  I could stay like this if I wanted to. After all, what exactly would I be changing back to? A boring loser with no friends in a job he didn’t even like? Or perhaps I could be Katie full time – a girl who turned heads and got whatever she wanted ...

  8

  “Very good,” Gerry muttered, obviously impressed as he stared at the image on the iPad: of Pete Anderson smiling back at the camera, his toned, ripped, tattooed body on full display including of course that huge monster cock, jutting out proudly from between his muscular thighs.

  Unlike our last meeting in that dingy coffee shop, today we were actually in Gerry’s office, a place so hallowed I’d only ever heard about it - never seen it myself. But even so, I still felt a niggling doubt at the back of my head.

  “So this whole assignment hasn’t been some kind of prank?” I said, throwing caution to the wind and asking Gerry the one thing I’d wanted to know this whole time. “You’re really and truly about to pay me ten grand for a dick pic?”

  “I’m a man of my word,” he smiled knowingly. “The money will be in your account before sundown.”

  “Awesome,” I replied, reaching out and taking back the iPad, closing its leather case then stuffing it in my satchel. “Thanks for everything, Gerry …”

  But as I pushed myself up to my feet and turned to leave the office, I heard his gruff voice calling after me: “Cody?”

  I turned back to face him, wondering what else we could possibly have to say to one other.

  “I’m not going to ask how you got that intimate pic of Anderson,” he said quietly, “but I am going to ask one more question. Do you happen to know this chick?”

  He typed something into the keyboard of his desktop computer then swiveled the monitor towards me and when I saw what was on the screen my stomach fell through the goddamn floor.

  Because if you hadn’t guessed already, there was me – my face covered in makeup and framed by that long glossy wig, my skinny body dressed in nothing more than that skimpy black party dress – standing at the door to Anderson’s hotel room as we’d shared a kiss goodbye, the shot obviously taken on a telephoto lens.

  It was some kind of cheap tabloid article by a rival paper, complete with the headline Who is Mr Big’s new mystery girl?

  I shot a nervous glance at Gerry, again wondering if he was fucking with me; if he knew that it was me in the picture.

  “No,” I said as casually as I could. “I’m afraid I don’t know her.”

  “Shame,” he replied with a wry smile. “Because if you could track her down, I’d offer another ten grand for an exclusive interview and photo shoot.”

  It was only then that it truly dawned on me: Gerry didn’t think that I was the girl, simply that I’d hired her from somewhere to get the picture on my behalf!

  I felt a powerful rush of relief, my mouth curling into a grin as I replied, “I’ll see what I can do ...”

  Dream Girl

  1

  “Hey buddy, thanks again for working late,” my manager Alex said, clapping me hard on the back. “I really appreciate it. Sometimes I think you’re the only guy around here who actually cares about this company.”

  “Hey, don’t mention it,” I replied with a shrug.

  “Well, catch you on Monday.”

  With that, he was gone, sauntering off toward the elevators, leaving me totally alone in the office.

  I turned back to my monitor, squinting at the lines of code as they swam around the screen. It felt almost impossible to summon the energy to finish the last of my work, but I forced myself to continue.

  Truth was, I didn’t give two shits about this company. The only reason I’d agreed to take one for the team and stay late to finish the project was so that I could avoid my roommates for a couple more hours.

  Back when I’d first answered the ad, I’d been blown away by the cool location and the super cheap rent of the apartment. And I have to admit, I’d gotten a good first impression from Brandon and Kelsey, too. Sure they weren’t like the usual people I hung around with: both were super confident and obviously living a full-on ‘party’ lifestyle. But they were about my own age and I figured that maybe by hanging out with them, they might bring me out of my shell a little. After all, I was twenty-three years old and often felt like I’d missed out on a ton of fun stuff at college, instead just throwing myself into my Computer Studies diploma.

  But with hindsight, I can see the mistake I made. Because instead of bringing me out of my shell, living with Brandon and Kelsey had turned me into even more of a recluse than I had been in the first place. I’d find myself hiding away in my room for hours at a time, not wanting to emerge until the coast was clear, and – like I said – finding any excuse to avoid going home.

  Just then a reminder flashed up on my monitor, the text displaying three simple words: Am I dreaming?

  I looked around myself at the boring empty office – the grey partition walls and empty computer terminals – asking myself that one question over and over. And although it would be exactly the kind of dull dream someone like me would have, I had to conclude that nope, I wasn’t dreaming.

  I suppose you’re wondering why I was asking myself such a weird question?

  The answer is that I was trying to lucid dream.

  Lucid dreaming is the technique of becoming awake inside your dreams and therefore being able to control them. From the moment I’d read about online, it had captured my imagination. There were various techniques a person could practice, ways of making it more likely to happen – such as asking yourself that question as a ‘reality check’ at various times during your waking life: Am I dreaming?

  I’d always thought that all the hours I spent asleep seemed such a waste, and the idea of actually doing stuff in my sleep, of finally being in a world where I had some control, where I wasn’t just a lonely dweeb who was afraid of his own shadow really appealed. I wanted to do all the things I couldn’t (or wouldn’t dare) do in the real word:
stuff like fly, use magic powers, and of course have sex ...

  Because that was another embarrassing fact about me. At the grand old age of twenty-three I was still a total virgin. I’d grown up an only child and as such had always felt awkward around members of the opposite sex, giving off a weird nervous energy no matter what I did. And while I knew that what I really needed to do was maybe hit the gym, sign up for Tinder, and go on a few awkward dates, I’d never exactly been one to take the hard route.

  So instead I’d thrown all my energy into this newfound hobby of lucid dreaming, hoping that if I carried on questioning my reality then eventually I might actually wake up inside a world where anything could happen and I could finally explore a few fantasies ...

  * * *

  I finally left the office around eight o’ clock, which meant I wouldn’t be home until nine. It was Friday night and I hoped Brandon and Kelsey would already be out partying somewhere by the time I got home.

  As I rode the subway, I found myself standing just a few feet away from a super pretty girl that I guessed was about my own age. She was breathtakingly cute, with long dark hair and an olive complexion, full sexy lips and cartoonishly huge brown eyes, her amazing body accentuated by tight black pants and a flimsy white blouse. I tried not to flat out stare at her, but it was kinda hard to resist, especially when her pants showed off the smooth pert curves of her ass to perfection and her silky blouse did little to hide the tantalizing jiggle of her breasts from the rocking motion of the subway carriage.

  From her smart outfit, I guessed she must work in an office downtown and had worked late, just like me. And if I was a different guy, a guy with confidence, I knew she was definitely the kind of girl I’d hit on. But as she caught my eye, I quickly looked down at my cellphone, hoping to god she hadn’t caught me checking her out.