I was made a woman that night. Rather than by birth, I was made a woman by injection. Keith grunted he was cumming and plunged his cock as far in me as he could. I felt it expand, just as I had when he would force it deep in my throat. I can’t say I actually felt his sperm, but I did feel the jerking and pulsing of my man’s orgasm.
As sure as my man emptied his balls in me, he fucked the y chromosome from my body leaving me with another x. I know, scientifically that’s an impossibility, but a girl can hope, right?
Keith collapsed on top of me. I lay under him loving the feel of his broad chest heaving from the workout. I wrapped my arms around him and held my man, never wanting to let go.
His cock softened and worked its way out of me. Keith rose and went to relieve himself.
Suddenly Cindy was there, her smiling face near mine. “Well?”
“Well what?” I asked not fully recovered from my being fucked the first time.
“How was it? Did you love it?”
“I did, I loved it. I love being his woman.” I was gushing with enthusiasm, excited as I related my experience to my wife. “It’s like I’ve changed, Cin. Something happened to me while he fucked me. I’m no longer a man. Keith fucked me into his woman. I love it.”
“Didn’t I tell you? I knew you’d like it. I knew, johnnie. I just knew once you shaved your body that this would happen one day. I’m so proud of you.”
Then she and I shared a long tongue dancing kiss.
When Keith returned, I could immediately see that he was my dominant man again. “Bitch he said pointing to the matted hair on his stomach. “You came without permission again. What did I tell you?”
“I’m sorry sir. I couldn’t help it. It just came out when you were fucking me.”
“What did I tell you?” He repeated.
“You told me never to cum without asking for your permission, sir.”
“That’s right,” he said sitting beside me. “I guess that chastity tube didn’t prevent it. Lick this shit off me, cunt.”
“Bitch, cunt,” all the vile names men refer to women as. I was in heaven as I cleaned my discharge from my dominant man.
As I licked my discharge from his body, Keith said something about taking me back to that horrible man to see if they had something that could force my body not to respond as it had.
When I had my man cleaned to his satisfaction, I hurried off to tend to myself. Keith’s sperm was running down my inner thighs. I wiped them clean and sat down on the commode to pee and push out the remaining seed Keith planted in my pussy.
When I rejoined Cindy and Keith, Keith sent me to get a washcloth to clean his cock. It was a task I was happy to do.
I found myself in my favorite position, on my knees between my man’s legs holding his cock.
He and Cin talked; I was lost in my own world having just been made his woman. I was feeling every bit a woman too.
I pranced away to disposed of the soiled washcloth. Coming back, I smiled, “Sir, may I get you and my wife a drink?”
I loved being sexy for him. I could feel his eyes on my exposed rump, framed by my garter belt.
I heard Keith tell my wife that I was first dude he fucked. “But in my defense,” he continued. “johnnie is more woman than some bitches I’ve been with.”
“She is learning,” Cindy said. “I may have lost a man as my husband but johnnie as a woman is just as sexy if not more so. I’m going to have that bitch wearing dresses, blouses, maybe a bra in short order. I know she’ll just love it.”
Keith decided that my spanking for cumming while he fucked me was due. I have no idea what Cindy was doing as he placed me over his lap. God, but I loved feeling him gently caress my bottom. I felt goose bumps popping up all over me. His soft touch was made all the more erotic for me, knowing what was about to happen.
I could feel my man’s cock growing against my tummy as his big hand trained me. My own dick was trying to grow hard in my chastity tube as Keith rained blow after blow on my boi-pussy. Just as before, the heat that started in my bottom spread throughout my body. My brain saw only red as my man spanked me into a squirming, lust crazed puddle. “Fuck me again, sir,” I pleaded. “Take me and fuck me, please.”
Keith, feeling every bit the dominant, tossed me onto the floor. “On your hands and knees,’ bitch,” he ordered.
I watched as Keith left me on my hands and knees In short order, he was back. “Lubing up for my slut,” he grinned.
I trembled with anticipation upon seeing the wolfish look my man wore as he stroked his hard cock with KY jelly.
Keith mounted me and savagely shoved his cock in my spasming bottom. Taking a handful of my hair, he fucked me fast and hard.
“Who,” smack, is,” smack, “your,” smack, “motherfucking,” smack, smack, “daddy,” smack.
“Oh my god,” I moaned. I now understood why my wife loved Keith fucking her like his slut. “You are, sir, you’re my daddy.”
“You’re, smack, “fucking, smack, A, smack, right,” smack.
I could feel the wonderful pressure on my prostrate and knew I would have an orgasm soon. “Daddy, may I cum, please?”
“Are you my bitch? Whose pussy is this,” he grunted.
“”Yours, daddy, please. It’s your pussy. Please let me cum, daddy.”
He now had both hands on my hips, treating me as though I was a piece of meat, there for his pleasure.
And oh how I loved it. I would never have believed that being used by my man; my handsome, well-hung and dominant man could be so wonderful.
“Then cum like the slut you are,” he granted his permission.
My dick spasmed even in the tube and I could feel my fluid leaving my aching dick as he fucked me into delirium.
His thrusts grew faster, harder, more aggressive until he gave me his last measure of cock and filled my boi-pussy with his manly seed again.
When I was able to focus, I saw that Cindy was filming the whole thing.
“Damn that was hot, johnnie. Aren’t you going to thank your daddy?”
I had never felt so used, so, so, taken advantage of, and so satisfied. “Thank you, daddy,” I whispered to my man who was laying on the floor beside me, panting.
Keith had me run him a shower which I was happy to do. I didn’t hesitate when he told me to wash him.
I tended to my daddy as a dutiful servant, washing his big robust body. With both hands on his broad shoulders, I worked my way down until I was kneeling and facing his tight ass. I cleaned his most private place before I licked his anus.
“Fucking slut can’t get enough of her man, can she,” Keith asked rhetorically.
I moved to the front, still kneeling. The warm water cascaded over us as I gently washed his cock and balls. “Does this answer your question, daddy,” I smiled then took his cock in my mouth.
My man let me show him my appreciation for his cock for several minutes but he was spent. “That’s enough, girl,” he said taking his cock from my adoring mouth.
I dried Keith and helped him into his clothes. He went to Cindy and they whispered back and forth until it seemed that agreed on some secret. When he came to me, I thanked him profusely, sad to see him leave me.
“You made me proud of you tonight girl,” he whispered in my ear. Swatting my bum once more, my daddy told me I was truly his woman. “I’ll have something special for you next week, baby girl,” he said sweetly.