Queen of Paradise 2

Earlier, Mark and Maria stayed at the pool as Mike headed up for his transformation. They had finished one bottle of champagne and then another. Mark suggested they take a walk on the boardwalk since Maria had never been. They left the hotel and crossed the street and headed north toward Convention Hall. They strolled past souvenir shops, salt water taffy stores, and beach rental stands.

There was nothing unusual about the shops until they came to a rather odd shaped building named Tommy Tops. Maria question Mark about the establishment and he explained that it was basically a gentleman’s club. Mark could see the puzzled look on Maria’s and explained that it was a topless bar on the bottom floor and a sex club on the upper floors.

“Oh, can we go in? I’ve never been in a topless bar.” Maria asked excitedly.

“Sorry, the bar doesn’t open until 7 pm on weekends,” Mark explained. “But, we can come back some night if you like.” he offered.

Maria had a devious smile on her face “I’d like that.” she replied as she locked her arm inside Mark’s and the two continued their stroll down the boardwalk past Convention Hall. The sexual tension was running high at this point as the two very subtly flirted with each other. They were up around 7th Avenue when Mark felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. He raised his arm and saw a text message on his smart watch. All the message said was “10 minutes.”

“We should go check on your husband’s transformation. I’m dying to see what Miss Stephanie has been able to do,” Mark suggested. They turned and headed back.

Miss Stephanie stepped into the doorway between the bathroom and the bedroom suite. Michele heard for over her shoulder “Are you ready?” Michele had been re-applying lipstick and casually turned in the direction of Miss Stephanie’s voice. There was something wrong. Terribly wrong! His mind was not registering what his eyes were seeing. In the doorway was a beautiful woman. The long brunette hair he was familiar with, the beautiful lips, the voluptuous breasts that were now exposed through a push-up half bra, beautiful legs now clad in thigh-highs and held in place with a garter belt but it was her pubic area that his brain could not accept what his eyes were seeing.

“But. You are a … I thought… You are not supposed to have… But, you have a cock.” was all Michele could stammer out. It was sinking in now. This beautiful woman had a cock and a fairly sizable one at that.

Miss Stephanie moved toward the stunned panty wearer. She placed her index finger on his lips and whispered: “Shhhhhh, it’s ok I am a girl with a cock, its ok.” She kissed him gently but passionately on the lips and while doing slowly guided his hand to her cock. Michele hesitates at first but he could feel Miss Stephanie’s cock growing in his hand. Add to that, he could feel his own cock start to stir. However, the gaff that Miss Stephanie had slipped into his panties was limiting his arousal.

The kiss became more passionate, Michele was no longer confused but was in a fog as to what was happening. Miss Stephanie broke the kiss and the two stood there looking into each other’s eyes. She placed her hands on his shoulders and slowly but firmly brought Michele to his knees. His mouth was now just inches from Miss Stephanie’s swelling cock.

Miss Stephanie explained to him: “this is not going to be like the first two tests.” “I don’t care how quickly you can get me hard or how fast you can deep throat me,” she continued. Michele looked up with a confused look on his face. “Oh, you silly girl, in this test I want you to be verbal. Act like a slut. Pretend you are Linda Lovelace auditioning for Deep Throat,” she explained. “Do you understand me you whore?” she demanded.

Michele looked up and meekly answered “yes.”

Miss Stephanie immediately slapped Michele across the face. “Fail!” she exclaimed with disgust evident in her voice. “The judges are not looking for girls that just mechanically go through the process of cock sucking. They want to see girls that are passionate about the cocks they suck. Shall we try this again bitch!” she demanded.

The slap brought Mike back to reality. He was a twenty-two-year-old married male, dressed in women’s lingerie, kneeling in front of a transsexual’s semi-hard cock that he was about to suck. In Mike’s calculus of cock, he had not cheated on Maria. The blowjob he received earlier was not from a real girl so it didn’t. It was just locker room antics. Maria had encouraged the transformation to win a prize so being in lingerie was part of the contest. Giving Miss Stephanie a blowjob was just a continuation of the locker room antics. If he was going to be in this contest, he was in it to win it.

Michele grabbed Miss Stephanie’s cock by the base with one hand and ran his tongue over her pee hole. Looking right at her he said, “This fucking cock whore is ready to give you the blowjob of your fucking life!”

Miss Stephanie smiled and said, “That’s what I want to hear my sissy whore.”

Michele began slowly stroking her shaft and took the head of her cock into his mouth. Michele had to get used to holding her cock with his long painted fingernails, but he did. He began to make circular motions with his tongue around the mushroom head. It felt larger in his mouth than he thought it would. He found that running his tongue up and down on the underside of Miss Stephanie’s cock head caused Miss Stephanie to moan a little, he could hear the “Ummmmm” from her.

Mark and Maria arrived at room 1023. Mark used his pass key to open the door and indicated to Maria that they should keep quiet. There was no one in the main areas of the suite but they could hear sounds coming from the bedroom. When Maria peeked her head into the bedroom she saw two people; a girl with a cock leaning back against the footboard of the bed and another girl with her back mostly toward her sucking the girl’s cock.

It took Maria a couple of seconds to realize that the woman on her knees was no woman at all. It was her husband and he was sucking transsexual cock! Miss Stephanie had made good on her promise. She had completely transformed her husband into a beautiful woman. He looked so sexy in his bra, stockings, garter belt, and high heels. Wow, even the nails looked real she thought. Miss Stephanie discreetly nodded acknowledging their presence. Immediately her pussy became wet.

Michele was getting into a rhythm. He had decided that he was going to give it his all and really try to act like a cheap cock whore for Miss Stephanie. He pulled the cock out of his mouth and in his best female voice said, “Oh my God Miss Stephanie what a beautiful cock! It is so big, so hard, so smooth. I love it!” He lifted her fully erect cock up and began licking the underside of her swollen cock.

“Are you sure you have never sucked cock before Michele?” Miss Stephanie asked with a big smile.

“No, but you have such a beautiful cock and I want to please you so badly,” Michele said in an almost begging voice.

Miss Stephanie took her cock into her hand and began slapping Michele’s lips and face with it saying, “Are you sure? Are you sure? Are you telling me that you are just a natural born cock sucker?”

“I must be, all I know right now is that you’re going to get the wettest, sloppiest, fucking blow job I can give,” Michele replied with a slutty grin on his face, trying to keep in character.

“That’s my girl,” Miss Stephanie replied. Michele continued licking Miss Stephanie’s cock shaft but extended to include her smooth shaved balls. He licked one ball then another. Gently, he took each of her balls into his mouth and massaged them with his eager tongue. Once he had thoroughly lubricated the underside of her cock he began to spit on the topside of Miss Stephanie’s cock. He spread the spit around the cock carefully with his fingers, owing to the size of his fake nails.

Michelle again focused his attention on the swollen cock head in front him. He ran his tongue around the head slowly making sure to keep eye contact with Miss Stephanie. His tongue ran back and forth the cock’s pee hole. Was he looking for an early reward, possibly an early taste of his reward?

Maria watched with intense fascination. Her hand began to lightly caress her nipple. Her bathing suit bottom now quite most moist. Her other hand drifted backward toward the man standing behind her. The prize she was seeking was soon found. Mark moved his hand under her arm and cupped her other breast; his thumb and index finger pinching her already erect nipple.

Michele would make sure every time he took the cock head out of his mouth his tongue would be underneath the cock and a string of saliva would trail from the head to his mouth. “Ummm,” was all he could mumble. Then it was back to servicing the beautiful shemale’s cock head. This was simple he thought. Nothing different from running your tongue around a tootsie pop he thought to himself.

“Ahhh Michele that so good,” she said with such a sound of ecstasy in her voice. “Men don’t know what they are missing! All cocks should know the pleasure of your lips,” she continued.

Michele answered with “Umm hum,” and gently nodded her head in agreement.

“Maybe start on the west side of Asbury, there we can find you an abundance of big black cock, would you like that?” she questioned.

“Oh god yes! I want Nigga dick to skull fuck me,” she begged. “Please, please Miss Stephanie I’ll suck every bubba cock on Railroad Avenue,” Michele answered a pleading voice.

“Good Girl Michele, but why limit yourself to Asbury Park, you cock guzzling cum whore,” Miss Stephanie queried?

“Your right, I’ll suck every black, white, brown, yellow, and red cock from Seaside to Keyport,” she answered with solid conviction.

Maria’s wet pussy and bathing suit now began to leak out onto her thigh. She could not believe how turned on she was getting by watching her feminized husband sucking cock. It wasn’t just the mere fact of seeing a man suck cock. But, her husband was doing it with such wild abandonment and enthusiasm. His verbalization of his desires, begging to suck black cock and every cock on the Jersey was bringing her closer to the edge.

Michele was now full into pleasing Miss Stephanie. Almost every other mouth movement had Miss Stephanie’s cock completely engulfed in his mouth and his tongue extended to caress her balls. She was a girl on a mission she thought to herself. Every time she came up for air, he ran his tongue over the pee hole he had paid so much attention to earlier. Now, he started to get just a little taste of the prize that he so dearly wanted and would soon be his.

Miss Stephanie was visibly growing more excited. Her breath quickened. Her balls were full; she instinctively began to move her hips in and out. “I’m getting ready to come, Michele,” she panted. “Just always remember Michele, it is always up to the man where and when he wants to come,” she instructed. “In your face and mouth, on your hair, neck, tits, belly, or ass, his choice,” she further elaborated. Michele’s cock was so hard and so constrained by the gaff after hearing this. Something was going to have to give.

Michele nodded his head and cock filled slut mouth lined with whore-red lipstick in agreement. The sexual crescendo was approaching its peak. There was a steady flow of pussy juice down her thigh now from Maria; her knees were starting to tremble and buckle. Mark has Maria’s nipples hard as rocks and has a dark wet spot evidencing the pre-cum from his erection underneath Maria’s hand. Every time Miss Stephanie’s cock hit the back of Michele’s throat she could taste more and more of Miss Stephanie’s pre-cum. Miss Stephanie smiled as she looked around the room and could count herself in the half of the people present that knew what was really going on.

Miss Stephanie could hold back no longer. She grabbed her cock out of Michele’s mouth held it about two inches away from his face and demanded, “Open your mouth you fucking cum bag whore.” Michele complied, but not fast enough for the blast. Seamen exploded onto his upper lip, continued up over his nose and onto his forehead. The next two blasts were dead on, hitting the very back of his throat. Next, she grabbed Michele by his hair and sank her entire cock down his throat and continued pumping her hot seed down his throat.

This was just too much for Maria to watch! Cum on her husband’s face, cum bullseyes into his mouth, and lastly his cock stuffed mouth. She could actually make out Miss Stephanie’s cock outline in his throat. Maria knew that every time she saw Miss Stephanie’s balls rise up that another load of cum was being pumped down Mike’s throat. She had to leave before she collapsed. She grabbed Mark’s hand and very quickly and quietly left the suite.

Once outside the suite, Maria jacked Mark up against the hallway wall. She spread her legs over one of his thighs and began humping him like a wild animal. In just seconds she exploded. It was as if someone had turned on a garden hose inside her pussy, it was a flood soaking both her and Mark. Her legs gave out and she needed to hold onto Mark to stay on her feet. She whispered into his ear, “I need to fuck and I need to fuck now!” Taking Mark by the hand, a minute or so later, the two hurried down the hallway toward the elevators.

Miss Stephanie’s bullseyes came so fast that Michele had no chance to swallow and now with her mouth full pumping cock she needed to relax and focus on what Miss Stephanie had taught her about cock sucking and cum swallowing. When the cum jets finally stopped blasting his throat he was finally able to swallow what was left in his mouth. “Excellent, Excellent, my young slut; I guarantee you the judges are going to love you,” Miss Stephanie said with conviction. The two looked each other in the eyes and they knew there was an unspoken acknowledgment of satisfaction for both of them.

Inspired by Miss Stephanie’s encouraging words, Michele continued to hold her cock in his mouth as it began to shrink. By the time the cock was flaccid and slipped from his mouth, Michele had licked it clean. Michele was still on his knees when Miss Stephanie placed her index finger under his chin and thumb on his chin. With the gentlest of motions by Miss Stephanie, Michele understood that he was to stand. Their eyes never broke contact as he rose.

“That was wonderful Michele,” she said with empathy and passion evident in her voice. Miss Stephanie took her index finger and ran it up his face from lip to forehead. She took her finger, now loaded with her cum into her mouth and onto her tongue. With her hand gently place behind Michele’s neck, she drew his lips to hers. Michele was in a fog, but he willing began to kiss Miss Stephanie. The kiss was passionate. The cum flowed freely from one tongue to the other. As the cum was swallowed by both, Miss Stephanie slowly and gently guided Michele onto the bed.

When the kiss broke, Michele found himself lying on his back with Miss Stephanie next to him on her side. She caressed his face and slowly ran her fingers down the strap to his bra to arrive at his nipple. As she rolled his nipple gently between her thumb and forefinger, she whispered to him, “How did my cum taste baby doll?”

“What,” Michelle answered in a puzzled voice.

“Surely, you have tasted cum before; I just wanted to know how mine tasted in comparison,” she explained.

“Only my own,” Michelle answered.

“Ah, snowball? Lick from body? Eat from pussy?” Miss Stephanie queried.

“All the above,” Michele answered coyly.

“So how did mine taste compared to yours,” she posed.

“I don’t know, the same I guess,” was the response.

“Good,” Miss Stephanie said. She went on to explain her theory on the taste of cum. Compare it to the city water supply. The water that comes out of your faucet is the same water that comes out of mine. In fact, it is the same water that comes out of every faucet. If I am at your house I will drink from your faucet and vice-versa; indeed if I am at a stranger’s house I will drink from his faucet. Now, granted, there are many different types of faucets; some are big, some are small, some are wide, some are thin, and they come in all colors but are faucets none the less and deliver the same city water.

When she was done she asked Michele, “Don’t you agree?”

Michele was not sure where she was going with this. The logic and analogy seemed correct. If cum is cum, the only difference, as she had explained was the source. Possibly it was the stirring of his cock again or the last lingering taste of her cum in his mouth but after a moment of reflection Michele was unable to give any other answer than, “Yes, I would have to agree.”

“See, that was simple. You must have taken courses in logic in college,” She flattered Michele with. She reached over and gently kissed Michele on the lips as if to seal some unspoken bond. “Can we do it again sometime,” she asked?

“Do what?” was Michele’s response.

“Oh baby doll, can we suck each other’s cocks again?” Miss Stephanie pleaded. “I really loved sucking yours,” she added. When no answer was immediately forthcoming, Michele could see the sparkle in her eye begin to fade and a look of disappointment on her face. “Oh, please tell me it wasn’t just acting for the contest; there was some part of you that did enjoy going down on me,” Miss Stephanie pleaded.

Michele thought for a moment. He searched his soul and memory replaying the events and his actions of the afternoon. He particularly focused on his actions. Was it all acting he thought? Was any part of it real? Certainly, his orgasm in her mouth was and that would certainly be nice to repeat. He smiled, looked over at her and admitted, “No it wasn’t all just acting.” He knew full well what this implied. “And yes we can do it again,” he added.

Miss Stephanie turned from her side and half lay on top of Michele and gave him a deep passionate kiss. Lost in the moment, Michele opened his mouth and engaged his tongue with hers. Miss Stephanie’s hand slowly moved down Michele’s body toward his panties. She felt the gaff, tried to go under it but couldn’t. “Shall we remove this for a bit and give your cock some room to breathe,” she proposed. She had wanted to call it “his little boy clit,” but thought it a little early at this stage.

“Oh, god yes,” Michele exclaimed.

Miss Stephanie got onto her knees, pulled down his panties, and removed the gaff and but plug holding it in place. Michele’s cock sprang out and Miss Stephanie pulled his panties up and resumed her place at his side and re-engaged the kiss. This time, however, she was able to run her fingertips over his pantie covered cock. Michele responded positively as his kisses took on a new urgency of passion. The two kissed passionately stopping only when Miss Stephanie quietly asked: “Would you put your beautiful lips on a cock other than mine baby?”

“No, of course not, heavens no,” was Michele’s immediate response.

“But why not,” Miss Stephanie fired back.

“Because I am not gay,” Michele replied.

“I’ve got news for you, honey, if sucking cock makes you gay, you are already there,” she explained. Miss Stephanie now had a look on her face that said, “I’ve got you know!” “You sucked my cock, therefore, by your definition, already gay,” she exclaimed.

“That’s different,” Michele fired back. He immediately sensed that somehow he had started down a slippery slope. Yes, he did suck Miss Stephanie’s cock to completion. On the one hand, he reasoned it was a gay act by his own definition. On the other hand, he knew he was not gay. His calculus of cock had somehow reached an inequality. “With you, I was acting,” he stated thinking this was his way out.

“Oh no no no sweet Michele, you just said a minute ago it was not all acting,” she quipped back. “So what part of sucking my cock, swallowing my cum and snowballing that cum was acting,” Miss Stephanie demanded.

Michele was in a quandary now. He replayed the whole scene back in his mind searching for an answer. None was immediately forthcoming. He had said it was not all acting but for the life of him, he could not answer the question. Finally, his mind reasoned a way out. “I sucked your cock as part of winning a contest,” he stated with all the confidence he could muster.

“I see, sucking cock to win five thousand dollars is not gay but under any other circumstances is gay,” is that what I am hearing from you Miss Stephanie questioned.

“Yes absolutely, I sucked your cock to win a contest,” Michele answered with more confidence than his last reply.

“Well you dumb fuck by your own definition you are still gay,” Miss Stephanie immediately replied.

Michele had a very confused look on his face. He thought he had explained himself perfectly clearly. “What do you mean,” he asked with a very confused look on his face.

“Well my gay friend, you just said we could suck each other’s cocks again; so again, by your own definition, since sucking each other’s cocks again would have nothing to do with the contest you are gay,” she calmly explained. “Face it no matter how you try to explain your actions away, you are gay, face it,” she stated matter of factly.

The color ran from Michele’s face. He felt lost and hopeless. He knew he was not gay but every time he opened his mouth he dug himself deeper into the abyss. That slippery slope he had felt he was going over before, well, now he was in complete freefall. In all his confusion, Michele had taken no notice of the fact that Miss Stephanie was still softly rubbing his cock. He now noticed that his cock was rock hard again and was sticking out through his panties.

Miss Stephanie looked over at the lost little crossdresser lying next to her. She had seen that look in other girls before; the dazed and confused look that lets her know that the time is right to move it. She squeezed Michele’s hard cock and whispered in his ear, “I think we can fix this baby doll, would you like that?”

Michele was snapped back into reality by the pain in his cock. He didn’t know what she was talking about. Was it the straining of his cock through his panties or was it the mental and emotional dilemma he found himself in. Was she going to bring him to orgasm again? Further, insist he was gay? Both? Neither? He just turned to her and weakly mumbled, “Uh Hum.”

“Good girl Michele we can figure this out together,” Miss Stephanie assured her. She added, “First, I believe that you believe you are not gay; but on the other hand you have sucked my cock and would do it again in the future. How do we reconcile this?”

“I don’t know Miss Stephanie, I know I’m not gay, though,” was his pleading response.

Miss Stephanie removed her hand from his cock, slowly moved it up his body. Over his garter belt, over his bra, upward until she had her index finger gently rubbing back and forth on his lips. She gave a look as if deep in thought and turned her head toward the ceiling. Finally, she stated, “You say you are not gay, you suck cock, in fact, you enjoy sucking cock; how can this make sense? How can both be true?” All Michele could do is shrug her shoulders and move his head side to side.

Miss Stephanie again gave that deep contemplation look as she stared off into space. Michele was clueless; his calculus of cock again had no solution. He too now stared off into space, he was contemplating nothing, though. The only thing he could feel was his cock shrinking back inside his panties. Finally, Miss Stephanie exclaimed, “I’ve got it, I’ve got it!”

Michele responded, “What, What is it?”

“Now follow me on this Michele ok, think it through and I know you will agree,” Miss Stephane stated as she jumped up and knelt on the bed and sat back on her heels.

“Ok, Ok, please explain,” Michele begged as he too jumped up onto his knees. He could not help but notice and stare at how Miss Stephanie’s cock and balls looked so much bigger when they were squeezed between her kneeling legs. He stared a little bit longer than he should of.

“Pay attention here,” Miss Stephanie admonished. “So you are not gay right,” she questioned.

“Right, I’m not gay,” was Michele’s instant reply.

“But you have sucked cock and will do so in the future, right,” she proposed. Miss Stephanie could sense Michele’s hesitation on responding in the affirmative to this part of the answer. “Come on baby doll stick with me on this, just answer truthfully honey,” Miss Stephanie demanded.

“Ok, ok, yes, it is absolutely true that I have sucked your cock and yes I did say I would do it again,” Michele reluctantly admitted. He was finding it difficult to face forward and not down at Miss Stephanie’s cock.

“Well, there you have it; don’t you see it baby girl; the answer is clear,” Miss Stephanie declared.

“See what? What is clear,” Michele stated. He was confused. He had no idea what Miss Stephanie was talking about.

“Ok, now follow me Michele; you suck cock; you are not gay; therefore the act of sucking cock is not a gay act,” Miss Stephanie said triumphantly.

Michele’s eyes glazed over. Miss Stephanie’s statement needed to settle in. Both premises were true so by his calculus of cock the conclusion must be true. It seemed too simple to him. How could this be true when he had been brought up to believe just the opposite? Michele thought back through the events of the past couple of hours. He did not immediately notice it but, his cock began to stir in his panties.

Miss Stephanie further elaborated, “Does your wife suck your cock?”

“Of course she does,” Michele shot back.

“Is your wife gay,” was her next question.

“Of course she is not gay,” Michele answered.

“Well there you have it, case closed, sucking cock does not make you gay,” Miss Stephanie triumphantly asserted.

“But she is female,” Michele argued.

“What difference could that possibly make,” Miss Stephanie demanded. “Is her mouth anatomically different than yours,” she queried. “If you were blind folded could you tell the difference between and man’s mouth and a woman’s mouth,” she demanded without giving him time to answer.

All Michele could do was shake his head and admit, “No.”

“Let’s try an example that does not involve a person’s sex,” Miss Stephanie proposed. “Let’s say you put a band aid on a person’s cut, does the act of doing that make you a doctor? Of course, it doesn’t no matter what sex you are.” She concluded. Miss Stephanie had noticed Michele’s cock starting to peek its head out from the top of his panties and began to slowly run one finger up and down the outside of his panties while she waited for his reply.

Michele was deep in thought but he was aware of his growing cock. All these things Miss Stephanie was saying, he could find no fault in her logic. Miss Stephanie could tell that Michele was convinced. She had won. She gently guided Michele back to lying on his back and she moved next to him on her side. “There, there baby, I told you its all ok, I know you are not gay,” she said in a comforting voice. One hand gently stroked Michele’s forehead while the other returned to running her finger along his panties.

The two lay there for a couple of minutes. Miss Stephanie was gently kissing Michele’s ear while whispering, “It’s ok baby.” For that moment in time, at least, Michele was content with the world. He was dressed as a woman, had sucked a cock, swallowed cum, and had made out with a woman with a cock and it was ok. Miss Stephanie had proven that all this natural and the actions of a gay sissy.

“Now let’s get back to my original question, knowing what you know now would you suck another man’s cock? For example, let’s pick Marc, the man who sent you up here. Would you suck his cock,” she asked.

Michele thought for a couple seconds and responded, “I don’t Know.” “Why would I,” he continued. Michele was not sure why he answered that way; possibly could it be the not so subtle stroking of his cock Miss Stephanie was doing?

“Excellent Michele, perfect answer,” Miss Stephanie exclaimed. “We girls are not whores; we don’t just go around and suck cock any time and any place. A good girl needs a reason to suck cock, wouldn’t you agree,” she proposed.

Michele thought for a moment and given all that had been logically explained to him in the few minutes he had his answer. “Correct, I am not a whore. I would suck Mark’s cock but, yes, I would need a reason,” he stated with conviction.

Miss Stephanie had him where she wanted him. She took her index finger and scooped up some of Michele’s pre-cum from his erect cock and brought it to his lips. “Open baby,” she instructed as she placed her cum laced finger inside his mouth. “Do you enjoy fantasizing about lesbian sex,” she asked.

“What guy doesn’t,” was his immediate reply.

“Do you ever fantasize about you wife having lesbian sex,” was her next question.

“I don’t have to fantasize about that anymore,” he said with a smug air of accomplishment.

“Oh your wife has had lesbian sex,” Miss Stephanie quipped.

“Yes, on several occasions,” he replied.

“Oh, so your wife is gay,” she proposed.

“Oh no, no, no,” Michele instantly replied. “Given your own logic Miss Stephanie, if I can suck cock and not be gay then my wife can eat pussy and not be gay,” he stated with confidence.

Miss Stephanie had a wide smile of success on her face. “You’re absolutely right Michele, you are a very smart and logical girl,” She said with praise. She reached down to his penis and now with two fingers scooped up as much of his pre-cum as the fingers would hold. She raised the fingers to his mouth and held them about an inch away. Michele stuck out her tongue and took the cum from her fingers with as much devotion and reverence that a catholic school girl would receive communion.

“Did you watch your wife with another woman,” Miss Stephanie questioned.

“Absolutely, it was a great turn on for me,” Michele replied.

Michele smiled again. It was like leading a lamb down the garden path; how easy this is she thought to herself. “And, she knew it turn you on, right,” she stated matter of factly.

“Yes, I had told her many times what a great turn on it was for me,” Michele stated.

Miss Stephanie went in for the kill. “What would say if I told you that girls get just as turned on seeing guys suck cock as guys do seeing girls eat pussy,” she put to him.

Michele had never thought about that scenario or possibility. He pondered it for a moment then stated, “Yeah, I can see that. What’s good for the goose is good for the gander, right?”

“Exactly, so if you knew it would turn your wife on or she told you it would, then you would suck Mark’s cock. That would be reason enough for you,” she concluded.

Michele answered, “Yes, under those circumstances, I would suck Mark’s cock.”

“Or anyone else’s cock under those circumstances obviously,” Miss Stephanie added affirmatively. The trap had been sprung.

Michele had no choice. All he could do is shake his head in the affirmative. The odd thing was, he did not feel ashamed or embarrassed to admit it. Miss Stephanie leaned over and gave him a soft kiss on the lips. There was just a lingering hint of the cum she had fed him moments earlier. She reached down to his panties and again scooped up as much pre-cum with her two fingers as she could. Michele again received her communion.

This time, after she fed Michele his own cum, she gently but with direction and purpose turned Michele on her side facing her. She looked into his eyes for a long second then leaned forward and kissed him on gently on the lips. Her tongue began to probe his mouth in search for last tastes of cum she just fed him. The kiss was passionate but not frenzied. It was soft and loving. Michele acted in kind in response to Miss Stephanie’s passion. His cock was now fully erect, hard and aching.

Miss Stephanie could feel his throbbing member rubbing against her own quickly recovering cock, “Humm, what do we have here my baby girl,” she said with a devilish grin. Michele looked at her with a coy childish look on his face. He smiled and shrugged his shoulders. “Do you know what else really turns girls on,” Miss Stephanie asked. Michele again shrugged his shoulders. “They like self-suckers,” she quietly whispered.

“What is that,” Michele asked with a genuine curiosity.

“Well, remember my analogy to faucets and city water,” she asked. Michele nodded his head in acknowledgment. Miss Stephanie then continued, “Well, it would be like you drinking the city water from your own faucet in your own kitchen.” Michele still looked very confused. Miss Stephanie realized and blurted out with the slightest sense of frustration, “It’s a guy who can suck his own cock!”

Michele, startled and confused, stated, “That’s just not possible.”

“Oh, no it’s not my sweet little panty girl,” she replied with a big smile. With that, Miss Stephanie positioned herself in the middle of the bed and a foot or two down from the headboard. She slowly raised her legs and back up as if she was going to do a backward summersault. She slowly rolled her legs around until her hips were directly in line with her mouth. Her legs then lowered to almost touch her shoulders. To Michele’s amazement, Miss Stephanie was able to take her own semi-hard cock deep into her own mouth.

Michele was amazed. He jumped to his knees again. He couldn’t believe his eyes. It was true; Miss Stephanie had her own cock in her own mouth. Not only that, she was able to move her mouth up and down on her own cock. Amazing, he thought. She was actually giving herself a blowjob. It looked easy. Just as easily as Miss Stephanie put herself in the self-sucking position, she was out of it and flat on her back on the bed again.

Michele was dumbfounded. He could not believe what he was seeing. “I told you it was possible to suck your own cock,” she said triumphantly. She continued with, “Seeing that will turn on any girl and judging by the erection protruding out of your panties it turns you on too.”

“I’ve never seen anything like that Miss Stephanie; I would have never thought it possible,” Michele said in absolute amazement.

“Its easy baby, anyone with a cock can do it with some practice,” she explained. She jumped up off the bed and motion to Michele to take her place, saying, “Come on honey; let’s see you give it a try. Besides, we need to take care of that hardon; what better way than to have you blow yourself.” She continued with, “Just think how hot your wife would get to see you give yourself a blowjob!” Michele moved to the center of the bed; he had a tense and uneasy look on his face.

“Here we go sweetie,” Miss Stephanie started. She slowly took Michele through the motions of raising his hips up. His legs slowly, by the force of gravity, began to drop forward towards his shoulders. Miss Stephanie gently pushed down on his hips. Michele’s cock was being drawn closer and closer to his mouth. She could tell Michele’s back was starting to strain. “Ok, let’s go back; excellent progress for your first attempt, only three inches from sucking your own cock,” She said with praise.

Miss Stephanie allowed Michele a few moments rest before motioning him to re-engage. He threw his hips up and very quickly his legs and cock were right back where they were a second ago. This time it came easily to him; it was if his body and muscles knew where to go and how to bend. He could feel that his body was now more limber and loose. He concentrated on bringing his knee caps closer to his shoulder. His prize was within reach!

“That’s it baby doll, keep going your almost there,” Miss Stephanie urged. She again gently pushed down on his hips. “Stick your tongue out Michele; you can reach you cock baby doll,” she again urged. Michele grabbed his cock with one hand and pulled it toward his mouth. He could see pre-cum on the head. He wanted it. It was so close. His tongue was almost there. Miss Stephanie applied just a little more pressure and at last, the tip of Michele’s tongue was touching his own penis!

Michele reveled in his new found talent. His tongue easily circled the head pf his penis. Back and forth, around in circles, he was bathing his cock in his own saliva. It wasn’t long before pre-cum started to leak. Michele noticed this and redoubled his efforts with his tongue. He tasted the salty nectar on the tip of his tongue and murmured, “Ummmm.”

Miss Stephanie immediately begged, “Let me taste; let me taste.” Michele moved his legs back to the bed. Miss Stephanie moved next to him and the two began to kiss. Miss Stephanie tongue searched for the little bit of pre-cum that Michele had licked up. She was purposefully being over passionate. It worked as Michele responded in kind. This continued for several long moments. “Has your wife ever milked you,” Miss Stephanie asked.

“Milked,” Michele said with a look of confusion on his face.

“Has she ever fucked you with a strap-on,” Miss Stephanie questioned. Michele nodded his head in the affirmative. “Did you cum,” she followed up with. Again, Michele nodded his head in the affirmative.

“I was able to jerk-off while she was fucking me,” Michele explained.

“Oh, my poor baby you have not been properly milked,” Miss Stephanie exclaimed. With that, she reached over to the nightstand and retrieved a thin, slightly curved flesh colored dildo. “Prepare to be properly milked my sweet girl,” she said. “Now resume your self-sucking position,” She instructed.

Michele, again, hoisted his legs back up in the air and slowly lowered his cock toward his mouth. Maybe it was the slight break he had while kissing; maybe it was his back getting looser; but, Michele could now get his lips to engulf the entire head of his penis. This turned him on immensely. Not only could he now lick the tip of his penis but, he could bathe his entire gland with his saliva.

Michele was startled, but pleasantly so when he first felt Miss Stephanie’s wet tongue sweep across his ass hole. He moaned with pleasure. More pre-cum entered his mouth. While Miss Stephanie continued to bath his asshole with his tongue, she gently guided the head of the dildo into his mouth. “Get this lubricated for me Michele darling,” she instructed. Michele eagerly did as he was instructed.

“Take your hands off you penis baby doll, there is no need for you to jerk off,” Miss Stephanie said with a mischievous grin on her face. Michele complied. He was again in a fog. His sexual senses were running high. He wanted to impress Miss Stephanie, so, he eagerly took the dildo into his mouth. It was much thinner than a real cock, so he easily able to lick, swallow, and otherwise lubricate the flesh like object in his mouth.

After a few minutes of Michele lubricating the dildo and Miss Stephanie preparing his ass; Miss Stephanie took the cock dildo from Michele and began to rub the head of it at the entrance of his man pussy. Slowly the cock disappeared into him. Michele moaned in pleasure. “Does that feel good baby girl,” she asked. Michele answered with a moan indicating he liked it.

Michele had his hands on his calves. In this position, he was able to draw his own cock a little further into his mouth. He was in ecstasy. He had cock in his mouth and his ass felt like something he had never felt before. Miss Stephanie had carefully massaged his prostate gland for several minutes. She could tell it was filling with seminal fluid. “Are you ready to be milked honey,” she asked.

Not waiting for any reply Miss Stephanie began her attack on his prostrate. Michele was shocked and amazed when cum began to flow from his penis without notice. He was confused. He was not having an orgasm but cum was flowing into his mouth. “No spilling Michel, drink it all,” she instructed. The streams of cum would start and stop but it was not shooting. He did not notice that streams would start when Miss Stephanie would press the head of the dildo up against his prostate.

Miss Stephanie could tell when his prostate was drained. She removed the latex cock and moved Michele’s legs back down. She immediately lay down on top of Michele and began kissing. They snowballed the cum from one mouth to another with great passion. After several minutes the two broke their embrace and smiled at each other. “Now, that a milking Michele,” Miss Stephanie proudly announced.

“Let’s get dressed, fix our makeup, and see if we can find your wife,” she said. “I am so anxious to see if she approves of my work,” she continued. Several minutes later the two we out of the suite and heading to the elevators. Michele found himself unconsciously checking himself in mirrors they passed in the hallway. “You go to your room to check and I’ll check the lobby,” Miss Stephanie instructed. Michele got off the elevator at her floor and Miss Stephanie continued to the lobby and directly to the bar. She did not have to look for Maria, she knew exactly where she would be found.

THE END OF CHAPTER TWO