Substitute Girl

by Monika Ikon

 

It was a Friday night and I sat at the bar sipping a seabreeze and watching Rick try to pick up a pretty blonde in a white tank-top and blue shorts. I usually notice what girls are wearing, and this time was no exception, but mainly because although my shorts were a little longer and my top didn’t quite expose my tummy like hers did, the cute blonde and I were wearing almost identical outfits. I wonder if Rick noticed that, I remembered thinking later, and sipped my drink. I doubted it. She and Rick laughed and talked for a while, but eventually it was clear that it wasn’t going to work out and the blonde drifted off and Rick drifted back over to me.

"No luck?" I said.

"Too high maintenance. I don’t need that."

I nodded. Rick had just been through a pretty sticky break-up and the last thing

he needed was a woman who was going to put him through a lot of hoops. He’d had enough of that already. I can't remember how many times Rick complained to me of how Laura had withheld sex from him. God, she hardly ever even gave the poor guy a blow job. She'd make him jump through hoops and then she'd still deny him. He needed someone who could make him feel good without a lot of mind-games.

"Do you want to go somewhere else?"

"Nah, I’m kind of tired. Maybe we could just pick up a couple of six packs on the way home and catch the Knicks on MSG."

"Okay," I shrugged. "Sounds good to me."

I wasn’t really much of a bar person anyway. I mean, I didn’t much like these kind of pick-up places. I was never good at picking up girls. Too shy, I guess. That was part of it, anyway. At least, that is what I used to tell myself. Rick said I was good-looking enough, even if I was a little on the short and slender side, but that I needed to be a lot more aggressive. I guess I didn’t get it. I liked girls and all. They were cool and I had a lot in common with them. But I always felt more comfortable if they approached me first, and then we usually just ended up laughing and talking about movies or relationships or whatever she did for a living. Something like that. More than a few times I found myself talking about what a great guy Rick was.

Anyway, I was glad to be out of the bar, even if Rick hadn’t gotten lucky tonight, and back to a quiet evening at his apartment.

"Make yourself comfortable dude," Rick said from the kitchen. "Remote’s in there somewhere."

He was rummaging through a drawer looking for a bottle opener. I stepped out of my sneakers and curled my smooth legs under me on the couch. I’d been shaving my legs for some time. I didn’t think Rick noticed. If he did, he never said. I figure he just thought I was naturally that way. The remote was on the tv tray in front of me.

I put the television on and immediately a videotape left inside started playing. Some ugly, but really well-hung guy was making love to this cute slender girl with short dark hair. She was pretty flat-chested, I noticed, not your usual porn-star type. At least, she wasn’t what I thought of as the "usual porn-star type." I wasn’t sure. I never watched hardcore porn. It was another one of those "guy" things I didn’t get. For instance, I said the well-hung guy on the video was making love to the girl, but that wasn’t it at all. He was ramming his monstrous cock in and out of her like he was stuffing a turkey or something. I almost couldn’t watch.

Rick came in with two open bottles of beer.

"Pretty hot video, no?"

He handed me a beer. I’m not much of a beer drinker; fact is, I’m not much of a drinker at all, but I knew Rick didn’t like to drink alone. We were both a little drunk already; well, I may have been more than a little drunk.

"You like this…kind of thing?" I said.

"Yeah, what’s the matter with it?"

"I don’t know…it’s so…so clinical or something!"

"It’s sex honey," he said, "not Romeo and Juliet."

Rick was smiling, leaning against the kitchen door frame. It wasn’t the first time I thought how handsome my best friend was. Six-foot two, two hundred pounds, he was the kind of guy who always reminded me by his sheer physical presence what a man was really supposed to look like. On top of that, he had this easy, open, natural confidence about him. You could tell he was used to being in charge. I wasn’t surprised at all that women gravitated towards him; after all, if I were a woman I’d do the same thing. I mean, standing next to him, I didn’t feel much like a man at all.

I was a little thrown by him calling me "honey." He had never done that before. I decided that it didn’t mean anything; he was probably just making fun of my prissy tastes in porn. I pretended I didn’t hear him and hoped he didn’t see me blushing.

I took a swallow from the beer and wrinkled my nose. Rick laughed.

I rubbed my nose with the back of my hand.

"Bubbles," I giggled. I gestured towards the television. "When were you watching this anyway…oh god what’s he doing now?"

Rick sat beside me on the couch with his beer. I went to move my feet to make room for him but he put his hand on my bare ankles. The feel of his hand on my feet made me freeze. My heart started pounding a little erratically. The man in the video had stopped fucking the girl, and that’s all you could call what he’d been doing, and seemed to be slapping his very big and very wet and very hard cock against her cheeks.

"He’s cock-whipping her," Rick said, looking kind of pleased. "Watch."

I tried to watch, but Rick’s hand, which still hadn’t moved, was proving a major distraction. Then his hand did move and that proved to be an even bigger distraction because not only didn’t he take it away, but he was now sort of idly rubbing the bottom of my leg. God, he must be drunker than I thought. Or maybe I was. Most likely, we both were. I still had the remote in my hand and I suddenly remembered it. Somehow I managed to stammer out the words.

"Do you want me to look for the game?"

"No," Rick said, tilting his beer bottle up. He came up for air. "I was watching this last night. I…ummm…didn’t get to finish. I’d like to see how it ends before I return it. It would be a shame if there was a surprise ending I missed, don’t you think?"

He was grinning at me with that handsome grin I’d seen him unleash to great success at more than one pretty girl. I felt my head swimming. I didn’t know what to say. I noticed that the beer in my bottle was gone. Rick got up to get us two more. The tape was still playing and the girl now had most of the porn-stud’s huge purple rod in her mouth and was sucking away noisily. I thought of my handsome friend watching this crude videotape and jerking off alone in his apartment and felt a great wave of tenderness for him. He deserved so much better than Laura. For that matter, he deserved so much better than any of the one-night stands and short-term relationships he’d had over the last few months since Laura left. They didn’t understand what Rick needed right now. But I was pretty sure I did.

Rick came back with a couple of more bottles and sat down again and we continued drinking and watching the videotape. Somehow my bare feet wound up in his lap and I could feel the lump in his jeans with my toes.

"Wow," I said, pressing my toes against his rigid flesh. "This movie really turns you on, doesn’t it?"

"Yeah," Rick said, his voice a little hoarse. His large hand was on the underside of my soft calf. It felt so good there. "You better watch out Jamie."

"Why?" I teased, my tongue running around the mouth of my beer bottle. Something was happening here; I knew that much, for sure. But exactly what…and how far it would go..and how far I wanted it to go I wasn't sure. I was tipsy and flirtatious and I wanted to play a little. I pointed my toes and traced the line of his hard cock in his jeans. It was easy to do; he seemed to be every bit as big as the porn-star in the video. I’d had no idea he was so huge, but I guess I should have known. I mean, the rest of him was so big. This is what a real man is like, I thought.

"Because…" Rick whispered, low and serious.

I blew across the top of the beer bottle to make it whistle and giggled again. Rick looked at my seriously for a moment and then he laughed. I guess he figured he’d given me his warning. Now I was fair game.

"You have pretty legs," he said.

I made a mock pout. God, it was so easy to play this part…if it was a part. "I didn’t think you noticed."

I felt a little dizzy. Okay, so now I knew where this was going; at least, I thought I did. And I knew that this was the time to stop it…that is, if I wanted to stop it. His hand was moving over my knee and rested possessively on my thigh.

"How could I not notice," he said, "the way you’re always running around in these little shorts and kicking off your shoes at every opportunity."

If I weren’t quite so drunk, I’d have blushed. Instead I said something I could never have said sober in a thousand years:

"You should see me in black fishnets with my toenails painted."

"I’d like to see that honey. "

"Really?" I said, and hated the way I sounded so desperate and hopeful and needy.

"Yes, really. Look at that girl in the video, Jamie."

I turned to the television. The actress was on her knees now, licking the huge, purple head of the man's cock, and it was starting to spurt a thick, foamy cream onto her serious face. I realized with a little shock that I didn’t really object to the way she was being treated…I objected to the guy in the video. If it were me instead of her…if it were Rick instead of him…If my hunky friend were doing that to me…

 

Rick said something and my head snapped round to look at him and I'm sure he could see the surprise and shame on my face.

He repeated what he'd said. "I said, does she remind you of anyone? That girl in the video. Look at her again."

I did what he said.

"She could be your sister," Rick continued. "She could be you with a few alterations."

I was really starting to feel not so good. Something was breaking inside me and I was afraid.

"Don't think that didn't cross my mind more than once," Rick continued. "Why do you think I chose that tape over all the others? That girl tonight at the bar…she was wearing almost the same outfit as you. You can't believe I didn't notice that? You looked much cuter, though…"

"Oh Rick…" I could hardly talk. I didn't think he really meant it but I appreciated that he said it. I didn’t want him to have to beg for it. That was the whole point. "I want to do this right…"

"Laura left some clothes in the closet." He shrugged a little sadly. "Mostly things I bought her…"

"I know," I gasped.

Rick smiled slowly. "Go ahead then."

Like I said, I knew that Laura had left some clothes behind. When you're a "girl" like me, you tend to notice what's in people's closets. Laura was not a lot smaller than I was and I knew her clothes would fit me well enough. I stood naked in front of her old closet in the bedroom and felt a delicious shiver of anticipation thinking I was dressing for Rick. How many times had I fantasized about exactly this very thing? There was a skimpy black nightie slipping off a hanger near the back of the closet. I took it out. I remembered being with Rick when he picked it out for Laura one Christmas at Victoria's Secret. The tags were still on it: she'd never worn it. Well, dammit, I'd wear it for him tonight!

I found a sheer pair of black silk panties in a drawer, pulled them up my legs, and tucked myself inside them as best I could. There were no fishnets but I did manage a pair of sexy charcoal thigh-high stockings. I lifted the black nightie over my head and let it settle--cool and soft and nearly weightless--on my pale, skinny body. The little flared skirt of the nightie barely covered my panties and left the white flesh above my stocking tips enticingly exposed. Laura had taken most of her shoes, but I found a pair of chunky platform sandals impractical enough to have caused her to leave them behind. I slipped my stocking feet inside them and immediately felt the delicious submission of being forced up onto my toes.

I clump-clumped into the bathroom and found what I hoped to find: an old tube of lipstick. I painted my lips into a small red I-want-your-cock pout and I was "finished."

Up to now, I'd pretty much been going on auto-pilot. But this was the moment of truth. It's easy to slouch in platforms, so I forced the arch into my back, let my hips roll a little with each careful step, and held my breath as I walked back to the living room.

Rick looked up from the television.

I don't remember exactly what I stammered out. Something like: "I can do…better…with my own clothes…you know…I did the best I could…"

"She never wore that nightie," he said. " I'm glad now she didn't. You look incredibly hot, Jamie."

I was mortified and turned on and touched and I wanted to kiss him and run away at the same time.

"Come here, honey."

He held out his hand. I took it and climbed onto the couch beside him, tucking my legs under me, my pantied bottom sitting on the chunky heels of my platform sandals. I just knelt there, looking at him expectedly, not knowing what to say.

"Touch it," he said.

When I continued to gape at him like a moron, he took my skinny wrist and gently guided my hand to the bulge in the front of his jeans.

"Touch it," he said again.

I could hear the edgy sexual tension in his voice and knew what he needed. He was horny and wanted relief and he'd say anything to me to get it. I knew I was nothing but a substitute girl for him, but tonight I was determined to be even better than the real thing.

I let my fingers play tentatively over his trapped cock. I could feel the heat of him through his pants.

"You poor baby," I said, and I could hear my voice doing that funny little thing it usually did only when I was alone and turned on by some girlish fantasy. "Does this feel okay?"

His words came hot and urgent.

"Take it out Jamie."

I fumbled at the button of his jeans, my fingers trembling. I'd never done anything even remotely like this before and I was very nervous. I wished that I'd been a little drunker. Rick brushed my ineffectually fluttering hands away and undid the pants himself. His straining erection pushed his zipper halfway down all by itself. I worked the zipper down the rest of the way.

"Oh god," I gasped.

I had never seen another man's erect cock in real-life before. Was this what one was supposed to look like? It was so huge and thick and ringed with vein and muscle--it didn't look anything at all like whatever was between my legs. I stared at it in awe as it moved virtually by itself from out of the front of Rick's open pants, its dark, swollen head already shiny and sticky-looking, as if ready to burst with cum. I touched it with my finger and it jerked violently up and down. I ran my fingernails gently along its underside and saw it strain towards me and ooze at the tip. Rick groaned. I circled my thumb and forefinger delicately around the thick base of the shaft, just above his amazingly large, dark sack of man-juice and gently lifted up his heavy organ, once, twice, three times, slowly jerking him off.

"Ahhhh, Jamie," he sighed, one strong hand on the back of my slender neck. "Use your pretty mouth. Suck…it."

He was bending me inexorably forward and I wasn't fighting him one bit. I don’t think I could have made him cum jerking him off the way I was doing it, anyhow; he was way too heavy. I'd have sprained my wrist. I had no idea how I was going to take him into my mouth, but I wanted to try. I figured I could make it feel good, somehow. What I lacked in experience I could more than make up for in enthusiasm. He was "cock-slapping" me now, swinging his huge organ against my face, just like the guy did in the videotape, and I loved it. This big dick was hard for me, I thought, feeling more than a little awed. What a rush! My lips were less than an inch away from his rigid pole of flesh and I let my tongue lick all around its flaring head until it was dripping wet. I got my first taste of another man's sperm and knew it was only an appetizer of what was to come.

I licked the muscular shaft and gently teased his hairy balls with my tongue. I had no idea what I was doing, not really, and just followed my imagination. I didn't seem to be doing anything too wrong, because Rick was groaning frightfully and saying my name over and over. I looked up from his crotch and enjoyed the sight of him with his head thrown back on the cushions and his eyes closed in obvious ecstatic tension. My man--at least for tonight, I thought. I ran the palms of my soft hands under his shirt and over his flat stomach and the hard muscles of his golden-haired chest. Then I stopped teasing him and ducked my head back down to take his cock into my mouth.

It was impossible, of course, and I gagged a couple of times trying to be too ambitious. I settled for getting it half inside my mouth, concentrating on keeping my teeth out of the way, and I tried to keep my lips closed in a tight o around the shaft. The wide, umbrella-shaped head kept poking at the back of my throat and seemed threatening to cut off my air supply and choke me altogether and I only had half of him in my mouth! I couldn’t move my head much at all, but it seemed Rick was moving, so I let him supply that part and I kept my lips soft and tightly clamped around his convulsing muscle. His cock was leaking cum by now, it ran down the shaft, and I swallowed it as best I could. Rick was moving enough now that I could see a few inches of his shaft sliding in and out of my mouth and covered with my bright red lipstick. He was about to cum now; he had to be…his cock couldn’t possibly get any harder or hotter or longer.

I was getting ready for the floodgate to open when Rick withdrew from my slurping, sucking mouth. I was more than a little surprised, but then I remembered. I was still loosely holding the base of his shaft with my fingers and I tightened my grip a little. I actually saw the hole at the tip of his penis open wide and the first jet of hot jism hit my face. I tried to do it exactly the way I'd seen the girl do it on the videotape. I aimed his big gun as best I could and let it release round after round of cum into my face. I shot myself in my forehead, my eyes, my nose, my mouth. I let his cum soak my face and hoped I was putting on a sexy show for him. He seemed to cum forever and I thought it was a good thing he didn’t release this deluge in my mouth; I'd have drowned for certain. I was having a hard time just licking up what was running down my face.

He finally stopped cumming and I was totally confused. His cock still looked as big and hard as ever. I looked up, holding my hands under my chin, trying to keep the sperm from dripping off my face and messing up his couch cushions. At the same time, I desperately tried to lick up what was running passed my lips.

"Was that okay?" I managed to ask. I wanted to ask him why he still looked like the Washington Monument down there, but I didn't dare. "I don’t really know how to do it…"

Rick grinned down at me. His voice was really sweet and tender.

"That was perfect you little cumbasket. Go clean yourself up and get back here on the double. You hear?"

"Yes," I said, smiling, relieved.

I backed off the chair, still holding my hands beneath my chin, and clump-clumped my way back to the bathroom on my big platform sandals. I looked at myself in the mirror: god, I was a mess! Lipstick smeared, hair sticky with cum--I took a quick shower, redid my mouth, and dressed again, only this time leaving my stockings over the shower curtain. Rick had said he liked my legs so I was going to let him see them. I looked around in the medicine cabinet for some toenail polish, didn't find any, (oh well, maybe next time) and clump-clumped back into the living room where Rick had paused the videotape. He patted the cushion beside him.

"Sit down honey."

He put his hand on my knee and rubbed my bare thigh.

"Hmmmm…" I murmured and leaned against him.

He chuckled. "Feel good?"

"Yes…"

"You have gorgeous legs. I like them bare like that…in heels."

"Oh, thanks…" My head was swimming. I found I got so turned-on when he complimented me. He crept his hand up the inside of my thigh gently squeezing. That was turning me on, too. The back of his hand was very nearly touching my panties and my own hard, if inadequate, small bundle of genitals. I flinched inwardly, pretty certain that Rick, who was definitely all guy, would want nothing to do with my little stiffie. Sure enough, he kept his hand where it was on my upper thigh, tantalizingly close but oh so far away, and I felt myself sort of inwardly sigh.

"Look," Rick said.

He pointed to the video, which he'd started again, and my eyes focussed on what was an unbelievable scene. The girl was on her back, legs spread, which was not at all unusual at this point in the proceedings, and the man who'd been using her for the past 45 minutes was preparing to do so again. Only this time he wasn't jamming himself inside her pussy, but was using stuffing his big monster into the smaller, tighter hole just beneath it. I probably would have missed it if Rick hadn't made me look closely and I kind of wish I had missed it, cause what was happening looked virtually impossible. How all that muscle meat was going to fit inside that little pink bud…uhhh…I cringed as I watched, but the girl opened up and as if by sleight of camera, she took in every last inch of it.

"I can't believe that was possible," I said.

"You just relax and it happens. After a while, you loosen up just like her."

I didn't need it spelled out to me. Rick was showing me this because he wanted to fuck my bottom. And I already knew that I was going to let him do it. I was nervous, for sure, but I knew that he wanted it and that was enough for me. A substitute girl needed to do things that regular girls wouldn't. Otherwise, like, what was the point of me? I knew that I could make Rick happy by letting him have my ass, even if it did frighten me more than just a little. If he wanted this then I wanted it, too. I never quite understand how regular girls could use sex against a guy. It seemed so cruel and unfair. Maybe it was because I was a substitute girl and I felt I needed to try harder. Maybe it was just because I better understood what guys really needed. All I knew was that I'd never do that to Rick…or any man I cared about.

I was a little bolder now and actually had my hand wrapped around his upright rod as we watched the video. He hadn't calmed down a bit since his first eruption. And now I scooted up on the couch and ducked my head over his lap to take his cock in my mouth again. I was a bit more composed then last time and experimented by taking him in at various depths. I still gagged a little and could hardly believe how much larger he got when in my mouth. During this session, he didn't thrust much and let me work my head up and down over his lap, a motion I found totally arousing. Apparently so did he, for it wasn't long at all before his pole, slathered in lipstick, saliva, and pre-cum attained what I'd quickly come to recognize as a state of imminent ejaculation. I knew I could have brought him off with a couple of more bobs of my head and he wouldn’t have objected but I pulled up anyway. On the tv screen, the guy was still working the skinny girl's bottom. Rick had been watching the action as I sucked him off.

"Jesus," he groaned. "Why'd you stop?"

"You want to do that to me, don't you?"

"Do what?"

Maybe he was a little disoriented from his intense state of arousal. Maybe he just wanted to hear me say it. Maybe it was a little of both. I said it.

"Fuck my ass."

"Yeah Jamie, I do. Dammit, I want that more than anything."

"Okay."

"Okay what?"

"Do it. Do it to me."

"Are you sure?"

"I'm sure," I said, and tried to look brave. "I want you to have me like that."

A moment later, Rick picked me up from the couch as if I'd weighed nothing at all and was carrying me off into the bedroom. He tumbled me softly onto the bed and I watched as he undressed that big strong blonde body of his. He reached into the nightstand and pulled out a condom package, tore it open, and handed the "extra long" black ribbed condom to me. I knelt up on the bed and after kissing the tip of his penis and sucking him a bit more I skinned the sheer black rubber over what was certain to be the instrument of my demise. Then he told me to lay on my back and he climbed onto the bed with a tube of jelly lubricant. God, I thought, this is really happening. I was trembling all over as he pulled my panties down, lifting each foot, as he worked the panties over my platforms. The act of him so casually stripping me like that sort of blew me away. My pale little stiffie had now been sprung free and was poking up through the front of the nightie. If it ruined the mood to see a reminder that I wasn't a real girl, Rick sure didn't show it. He gently told me spread my legs as wide as I could.

"Lift up honey."

I wasn't sure what he meant, and then I realized he wanted my legs over his shoulders. He helped me do that and slid a pillow under the small of my back. I made a mental note: sign up for a yoga class to increase my flexibility. I was terribly embarrassed when I realized just how exposed I was. My asscheeks were split and I could feel the air on my tiny buttonhole. I looked against at Rick's cock and the sight of it was a double-edge sword: it both terrified and turned me on. That was never, ever going to fit inside me. And if he did manage it, I was no doubt going to feel some major pain. But right now I was more embarrassed than anything else as Rick rubbed the lubricant all over my puckered cherry. Before I quite knew what he was doing, he had slipped a finger, then two inside me. Just as suddenly as that I was beyond shame as I discovered the delicious intimacy of lying open to Rick's strong, thrusting fingers.

"Okay Jamie, I'm not going to lie. This is going to hurt a bit at first. But if you just relax and let me do the work, it'll start feeling good before long. You okay?"

"I'm a little nervous," I admitted.

Rick smiled reassuringly, which I knew was no small feat at the time. He had that .44 magnum he called a cock in his hand and it was incredibly stiff and pointed straight for the bulls-eye of my virgin sheboy pussy.

"It'll be alright," he said. "I promise. Ready?"

I closed my eyes and nodded and felt the extraordinary pressure of his cock's large head pushing against my tight asshole. It's never going to happen, never, I thought, already panicking a little. There was a part of me that wanted to back out before it was too late. But it was already too late. I started hyperventilating. This was going to hurt I knew it; this was going to hurt a lot.

"Relax baby, relax. You look so sexy like this. Spread your legs wider, wider. That's it, that's it…almost…almost…

His encouragement helped…and the knowledge that he obviously wanted me like this. I tried my best to relax, almost impossible when you're trying so hard, but Rick was as patient as could be reasonably expected under the circumstances. I opened my eyes and stared down at my body: the black nightie hiked up, my smooth legs over his shoulders, my sexily-shod feet high in the air. The image alone helped distract me enough to let him enter me. I felt the muscles around my anal ring give a little and there was a burning pain and I knew he'd ripped me a bit, but that was okay. I winced and twisted the sheets between my fingers. Rick groaned and took a moment or two to regain his composure.

"I'm inside you Jamie," his voice measured, trying to keep his control. "Are you okay?"

I nodded. I didn't trust myself to talk.

"You feel so good honey," he was breathing heavily now. Even as he tried to comfort me, he was moving his hips, moving his cockhead in and out of the entrance to my boypussy, loosening me up. "Damn, you're so tight. So hot. I promise the worse part's over. It'll get easier from here."

He was right. It was slow going, but he pushed his cock further inside me, stopping every inch or so to ask me how I was doing. I tried to reassure him I was okay, and I was okay: it was uncomfortable as all hell, and I felt like I was being split in two, but the pain was slowly but surely giving way to what was by far the most intense erotic experience of my life. He slid his hands under my nightie, cupped my bare asscheeks, and lifted my bottom up off the bed as he fucked me. I stared down at my impaled body, my hips raised, my stomach quivering with each thrust of his cock. My own petite pee-pee, smooth and white and stiff, and small hairless balls jiggled around as if it were totally irrelevant to what was going, and I suppose, it was.

"Are you…uhnnnnnn….are you…" It was difficult to talk now as he had picked up the pace and each thrust caused me to lose my train of thought. "…all the way…inside…me?"

"Almost baby, almost…halfway…you're so fucking tight…you feel so incredible…fucking heaven…baby, baby, baby…"

Rick was having as much difficulty communicating as I was, but for an entirely different reason. He was close to cumming. He was squeezing my asscheeks pretty hard and stuffing me like that guy did the dark-haired porn star in the movie. It was sex, pure and raw, and it was hot and sweet and it felt like it could kill me and I wouldn't have minded. I knew that Laura would never have let Rick take her like this. And here I was, wearing her nightgown, her shoes, letting her boyfriend have me, and I loved it, loved him, loved what he was doing to me. I'd give him anything, I'd never deny him sex, I'd never make him beg, never never never…

He lifted my ass high off the bed, held me still, and I knew the crisis had come. He wasn't careful anymore with his thrusts, and I tossed my head to the side and buried a yelp of pain into the pillow as he forcefully opened me up even further. I could feel his thick love muscle loading up inside me…getting ready to blow me apart. I tried to clench my sphincter muscle around his thick pole; I'd always read in stories you were supposed to do that, but I was stretched out too far to control myself. I was totally helpless. And that's when he started cumming in my bottom. He was calling me all kinds of names: pussy, cocksucker, slut, cumbasket, bitch, sissydoll, and other things besides. I didn't mind. Far from it…it was a kind of music to my ears. I wanted to be all those things to him…and more. I knew that when he called me those things I was making him feel good and I wanted him to feel good and I wanted to be the one who did it for him.

I almost wish he hadn't worn the condom. I would have liked to feel his hot cum shooting deep inside me. I wanted to feel it leaking out of my busted cherry bottom. I'd always read about those things. Still, I felt his desperate thrusts as he fucked me, his fingers digging into my defenseless ass cheeks, the concussive explosion of his orgasm as his pent-up balls released their last and biggest load inside me. I nearly blacked out…for sure I was in a daze for several minutes afterwards. When he pulled out, he had finally shrunk down a little and I noticed the condom was slick with lube, shit, and bright red blood. I was too spent to be embarrassed or particularly alarmed. I figured it was inevitable that I sustain some damage…and next time, I'd be sure to clean myself out first.

Rick didn't seem to mind at all. He peeled off the condom, which I noticed with a contented sense of satisfaction and pride, was totally full, and tossed it in the bedside trashcan. I could only follow him with my eyes, too exhausted and sore to even move. He noticed I was still wearing the clunky platform sandals and he bent over to undo the little buckles and took the shoes off my feet.

"Thank you," I murmured.

He smiled, lifted up my right foot, and lightly kissed my toes. Hmmm.

"Thank you honey," he said.

Then he stretched out, still naked, beside me on the bed. He slipped his hand around my naked shoulders and pulled me towards him. I lay my head on his muscular chest, his golden hairs warm on my cheek.

"You were fantastic darling. Just fantastic."

"I'll be better…next time…" I said hopefully. "I'm not very experienced…"

He stroked my hair. "Are you kidding? You drove me crazy."

I felt so sexy lying next to him like that, snuggling in his arms, my little black nightie riding up, my mouth and bottom thoroughly fucked. He felt me against his hard thigh, I guess, as my soft body sought his muscular masculine one. His hand slipped down and cupped my hard little sack and itsy bitsy stiffie.

"For crissakes, Jamie," he said. "You didn't even cum, did you?"

"No."

"Why didn't you say something?"

"It's not important…I don’t need to."

"Don't be silly honey. I want you to feel good, too. After what you did for me…"

Rick was stroking me now, softly, gently, and I realized again, held in his large hand just how small I was.

"You don't have to…" I said, already a little breathlessly.

"What's the matter baby. Tell me."

"I want you to think of me…as a girl…I don't want to remind you, I'm…not."

Rick laughed softly. "Jamie doll, this little thing I'm holding in my hand, I'd hardly call it a dick, okay? You've just sucked a real man's cock and been fucked by a man's cock. From what you've experienced, can you honestly say there is really any resemblance to what you have down here and a real cock?"

Wow, he had a point, alright.

"No," I said, quite honestly.

"Good, because I don't either. I don't consider what you have down here a cock and neither should you. You aren't a man honey. You aren't a girl either. I'm not exactly sure what you are, but I'm going to enjoy you. Hopefully, you'll enjoy yourself, too."

Rick proceeded to make sure I was going to enjoy myself in the next few minutes. He played with my nipples for a while, licking and kissing my breasts, and then he pulled my nightie up over my soft tummy, completely exposing me. He kissed my belly and licked a line down to my totally passive and rather cute-looking stiffie. He licked it and took it in his mouth and I overcame my inhibitions and moaned and stiffened and thrashed around in pleasure. He came up after a while, stared down at me, smiling, and took me back in his hand, rubbing me slowly at first and building the rhythm slowly. I licked my painted lips and ground my hips.

"That's it Jamie. I want you to cum. Cum for me honey."

I let my hands drift up to my breasts and played absently with my small, hard nipples. I thought of hormones and breast implants. I thought of what Rick had said about me looking like the dark-haired girl the porn video. I thought of going to a salon and having my hair done in a definitely femmy style. I wanted my ears double-pierced, maybe a little diamond-chip stud in my nose. I wanted perfect fingernails and painted toes all the time. I thought of dressing up for him in little gold micro skirts and belly shirts. I had a closet full of sexy strappy sandals to show off my legs and feet for him. There were the fishnet stockings he wanted to see me in and I just knew he'd love me in that itsty bitsy pink babydoll. Rick said I'd only need a "few alterations." With his encouragement, I knew I would be brave enough to make them. But most of all I thought of how happy I was to finally be appreciated for what I was.

Uhhhh…. Rick's had brought me to the edge and I dangled there for a delicious tantalizing moment, my toes wiggling over the abyss, and then I sighed, gave a pretty little whimper, and stepped off into my own orgasm. I went rigid for the last time and with Rick supporting me I let go. My release was a powerful one, for me anyway, nothing like Rick's, but I softly and discretely wet his hand with my sissy juice. It was true that I would never be a regular girl and I felt a little sad that Rick would no doubt still want a real girlfriend. That was fate, I guess. But that night taught me that while I might just be a substitute girl, there were still things I could give him that no regular girl could. As I dozed off in his arms, I thought, if that's good enough for him, that's sure good enough for me!

 

 

 

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