“If Jason from custodial calls, put him through immediately,” I told Caroline the next morning as I entered my office.
Sure enough, his call came around 10am, and Caroline put it through. We only talked for a few seconds, and it was all business if anyone was listening, but it required that I meet him in his office down below sometime late in the afternoon about a possible company scholarship for his son Henry. Few employees knew about the scholarship, and fewer still tried to take advantage of it. It won’t pay all of the tuition, but it does pay for most of it, and Henry had the grade point average and better to attain it. He only needed a sponcer to present it to the board, and that’s where I came in. However that may have been true though, that’s not what the call was all about, but only Jason and I knew that. As it was it turned out that I had to go attend a meeting until three thirty, and had Caroline reschedual my other appointments for the following Monday as they weren’t of high priority at all.
Now Jason and I had agreed on one thing as far as our relationship was concerned, and that was that, other than Henry, we would not involve anyone else in the company to join our little interracial get togethers. That wasn’t to say that if the opportunity came that we wouldn’t take advantage of it if in didn’t get in the way of company business as far as either one of our scheduals. A quickie here, a blow job there, or that sort of thing. However I knew that this meeting was mostly to set up something for the coming weekend as we had made no plans the day before when he was over my house fucking me all day long.
“Ah Ms Gillian, glad that you could make it down here with your busy schedual,” Jason greeted from behind his desk, just finishing up some instructions for one of his night people when I walked in, “Okay Bill, that about wraps it up for me, got any questions?”
“No sir,” Bill replied picking up some blue prints off the desk, “I’ll get started on it tonight first thing,” and walked past me on his way out of the office, his concentration elsewhere as Jason closed the door behind him on the way out, and bolted the lock.

• Gillian’s Makeover (Chapter 1)
• Gillian’s Makeover (Chapter 2)

“No one will bother us in here as long as this door is locked,” Jason explained, “and it’s almost shift change anyway.”
I nodded in acknowledgement, and sat in the chair he pulled out for me..
“We didn’t have much time to talk yesterday before I left your house, and unlike Henry, who, as you have found out already, doesn’t give two shits about you, I on the other hand am ruled by other forces entirely. As you know my wife is long dead in that traffic accident, and I’ve been a widower for ten years now with no serious attachments, and have had to raise my boy without a mother, and that’s been hard at times. This is not to say that I’m appologizing for Henry in any way, it’s just that I want you to understand, that he’s more like his mother in some ways than he thinks. I only bring this up because we need to understand each other before we go any further in this relationship.”
I nodded again, still wondering where this conversation was going.
“I know now that I’m not really in love with you, at least not the way Doc is. However I do have great respect for the way you went about reaching the top in this company, and never stepping on any toes, let alone screwing around to get there. I’m also not dense. I’m well aware of how many white women from the south have this real hunger to be dominated by black men, or more to the point, Niggers that use to work their ancestors plantations as slaves. I can get into it most of the time, but that doesn’t mean that’s all I want from a white woman, or any woman for that matter. Oh sure, I like being in control, who doesn’t, but I’m a little confused about what you and the Doc are up to here, and how I, or any black male on this planet for that matter, has suddenly got the two of you wrapped around our fingers when you’ve been hiding all those goodies now for close to eight years acting like Prudence Prude herself.”
I had to giggle, I just couldn’t help it. After all, Jason just wanted to know what had turned me into the slut of all sluts all of a sudden. It took a while to explain, and we talked at length over coffee from his Mr. Coffee machine. He’d stop me every once in a while to ask a question, then let me continue, and all the time using consise English grammar, and not that street chop talk of to be, or not to be, be being the question, and the answer. In the end he had the last word.
“You should have come to me in the first place Gillian, and you wouldn’t have had to go through that gangbang. No telling what could have happened in there. That’s a pretty rough crowd in there most nights, and you could have been hurt permanently. But I do understand, you weren’t given much choice by Henry, were you?”
I shook my head, not really sure if I agreed, but not wanting to take it further either.
“I talked to Doc over the phone yesterday, and he pretty much told me the same thing that you just did, but I had to make sure that this wasn’t all his idea before going any further, and too, I trust Henry’s gut which is why I went with him to your house in the first place. So tell me, how’s the body holding up to all of this sexual abuse?”
“Other than my office chair being swallowed whole every time I sit down, not bad,” I said.
“I’ll bet,” Jason laughed, then added, “go ahead, and finish up your day here, but meet in the parking garage around 5:30. You won’t have to change clothes, you can wear your dumpies over your sluties, but I want you to follow my car when we leave. I have a little surprise for you, and yes, there is a little pain involved, but nothing you can’t handle from what I saw yesterday, and no, it isn’t another piercing, or group fucking. In fact I want you to go celibate at least until tomorrow morning. That should give your body’s elastisity enough time to get back in shape for some round the clock fun and frollicking.”

“It…it looks like a sunburst,” John said of the new tattoo on my left shoulder blade the next morning as I lay in bed on my belly waiting for Jason, “the kind you’d find chiseled in stone hyrogliphics. It’s got some picture writing on it, but I don’t recognise the language. Might be star constelations though.”
“Yeah, but how does it look on me?” I asked for the seventh time. The damn thing looked awful big to me, and even though it was really a work of art, it was all in black ink, so it stood out like a neon sign on my white flesh.
“Actually, I think it looks great on you, almost as if it should always have been there. I can’t explain it, but it wouldn’t look anywhere near as sexy on any other woman. Oh my!”
“What!”
“I think I get it!” John gasped. “I think I understand what it says here.”
“What it says?” I repeated like a record gone scratch happy.
“Yeah, see these pictures in the sunburst represent words, or a whole story of words, sort of.”
“What the hell does it say, John?”
“Basically it tells the tail of how you became the property of a black man. The dog is also in here, and if I’m reading this right several things that haven’t even happened yet, at least not that I’m aware of.”
“What things?”
“I don’t know if I should say,” John hessitated, uncertain, slightly sheepish all of a sudden.
“No, you deffinately shouldn’t Doc,” Jason beamed returning from the bathroom, “That parts up to me, and when I think she should hear it I’ll tell her. As for the lanuage, it’s African, of course, but very ancient, and hardly read by anyone other than archeologists these days.”
“Please, what does it say, Jason,” I begged.
“Mostly what Doc already told ya, Gillian,” he replied with a smirk, then relented, but only slightly, “okay, it says that your a whore. You fuck Niggers, dogs, and so on, and so forth. How’s that?”
“You mean it’s a fucking advertisement?” I gasped.
“Only if you know the language,” Jason laughed, “I thought you’d love it after what you told me about the branding of white women back in the days of slavery and right after the Civil War. Besides, it’s all true, or will be soon enough, and Sledge did an excellent job on it too. He’s quite an artiste you know, in his own field.”
“But people will see this!” I groaned.
“Who? Certainly not the people where we work, not with what you wear there, nor anybody else outside of our little circle, and they will already know that you’re my whore, won’t they?”
“I hadn’t thought of that,” I replied, a new itch suddenly wanting to be scratched in my pussy as I then asked, “would a black man, any black man, know what it symbolized?”
His smirk came back, and I knew the answer in an instant. He had indeed branded me as a whore who fucked Niggers, but his answer was in the abstract.
“The color of the ink does that, not the artwork itself. It could be a rose, or anything else, say a mermaid, or a bird, but if the tattoo is in black ink, it means you’re Nigger pussy plain and simple. But only a black man seeing it would know, and the artwork would tell him that you belong to someone already. Of course that might not stop him from making a pass if he thought the tattoo was out dated, and you were free to persue. Your actions will always dictate the reactions of men, Gillian,” and suddenly his black hands were upon my white flesh, roaming possessively as they willed, and I shivered with want at that feathery touch of his slipping down along my back to my firm buttocks with my husband looking on only slightly bemused, and deffinately getting horny.
“Roll over on your back,” Jason ordered, “I want to see the new jewelry.”
I did as instructed, and Jason’s eyes gleamed at the sight of the three new gold rings that replaced the silver ones he’d first put in my nipples and clitty. His fingers once again taking their liberties as he admired what was his to do with as he wished now. The new rings only slighty thicker than the original ones were about the same size in diameter, but each of the new rings had a half karat diamond in it. As Jason had explained, each diamond represented my having had sex with three different races. The ones in my nipples represented those for the human race, the one in my clit was for fucking another species entirely, and might be added to in the near future.
“I’ve set a little something up for this afternoon,” Jason said, moving in between my legs to take me missionary fashion, “nothing special really, just a stag party that I want you to perform at is all. A friend of mine is getting married, and you’ll be the entertainment at his bachelor party. You and old Joe that is. Doc can come along and watch if he likes, these are mostly white guys, so he won’t stick out like a sore thumb. They’re mostly geeks, or they were back in college, all professionals now, but raunchy as hell when away from their wives. You can let them touch you, and you’ll be expected to blow the groom as a part of your show, but if anyone else there wants some action they’ll be directed to pay Doc for the priviledge. At $100.00 a pop each. And if I know those guys they’ll all pay to get a chance at fucking the Goat Girl.”
“You’re turning Jill into a real whore?” John gasped, his cock as hard as a rock now.
“You already did that, Doc,” Jason chuckled, starting to fuck me casually, “I’m just trying to recoop the money I spent on tattooing the bitch, and acquiring those new rings. If she fucks or sucks all fifty guys, that should do it, and pay for another diamond for the goat fuck as well. If she don’t, well, Jill will just have to do it all over again until she does. A whore either pays her way or she ain’t much use as a whore, if you get my drift. And once she’s knocked up like a beach ball she’s pretty much useless for awhile.”
That last comment made me cum thinking about carrying Jason’s black bastard in my belly.

Chapter Four:

“And now my friends,” Jason’s voice rang out from the microphone on stage, “for your decadent pleasures, I present Sheena the Goat Girl.”
I was trembling like a leaf in a hurrican wind back stage behind the curtain, even though Jason had gone all out in chosing my costume for this debacle. The rental outfit was constructed completely out of latex rubber, what there was of it, and even had a hood that hid my face enough to disguise me from anyone so that even my own mother wouldn’t have recognized me. There were actually five parts to the costume, the hood, two elbow length gloves with the fingers cut out, and two thigh high skin tight stocking boots all in black latex, with only my tattoo, and jewelry to go with it.
The hood had cut outs for my hair in back, my ears on the sides, and my eyes in the front, then below my nose to under my chin in front also before covering my neck and stopping at my shoulders. Basicly the costume covered nothing important, and left me felling more naked than if I were wearing nothing at all as it framed all the goodies, as Jason is want to put it. Oh, and Jason had attached a small brass bell to the ring in my left nipple telling me that the goat really got turned on by hearing bells when he fucked she goats. Over the entire costume I had on a monks robe made of black satin tied at the waist with a white rope, and with the hood up leaving my face in shadow until the unveiling.
“Thinking of chickening out?” John inquired standing next to me dressed like a barbarian out of a Conan novel, all leather straps criscrossing his torso, his cock and balls in a leather pouch, and wearing gladiator sandles that laced up to his knees, and a horned metal cap like mask on his head.
“Every other second,” I replied, “I mean, at least Devil was a trained sporting dog, but a goat, John? Holy shit, I might as well be fucking a fat old boar hog out in a pig stye. But a fucking goat!? I must be dreaming all this shit up. It can’t be real. Can it?”
“Hey, don’t ask me, this is your dream,” he chuckled, then straightened up, and faced forward as the curtain parted. Then out of the side of his mouth he whispered; “Just be thankful that Jason gave the goat a good bath before bringing him here.”
I was very thankful indeed, but just why, when I was going to be the one who fucked a goat in front of what turned out to be closer to a hundred men, than just fifty, eluded me at the moment as camera flashes started going off left and right. Then just before we were spotlighted, I saw several video cameras pointing my way, including one in Jason’s hands. A streak of electric thrills began to run through me like lightening bolts charged with exhibisionistic glee, and masochistic awareness. I was about to become a porno movie star, albeit an anonymous one, thanks to the latex hood. My pussy began to actually throb with perverted lust, and I stepped forward, and into the spotlight, and as I did, John took hold of my robe as I undid the rope belt, and it slid right off of me silencing the entire room. Like I said before, I know that men think I’m beautiful, but in that costume, I was an awesome sight to behold.
Goddess like, as John put it, wasn’t far from the mark, and looking out upon a sea of gaping mouths of men who were spell bound gave me such a power trip, you wouldn’t believe as I strutted back and forth the length of that stage like a 17 year old cocky runaway from Jersey. Every man in their under the spell of my flesh as John went to fetch Joe. No stripper on Earth has as much raw talent to start with than I have, and while that might sound boastful, let’s just remember that I had hidden it from my co-workers for close to eight years for the very reason of the effect it was having on this crowd of men before me. To at last be out in the light, and out from under all that frump was just as entoxicating to me, as it was to the men out there dribbling saliva down their chins like half wits over the priviledge of just seeing me in all of my glory.
Even John, who has seen me naked almost every day since our wedding was obviously effected. That bulging pouch could hardly contain his erection as he brought Joe out onto the stage once I settled down onto the padded bench stretching out face down catwoman like into the doggy fuck position. Or more rightly, this time at least, the goat fucking fashion. My pussy was positively dripping wet with unrepentent excitement at what I was about to do in front of close to a hundred heavy breathing voyures, and cameras no less. With my eyes raking over the crowd, I felt John dab the special scent of she goat in heat on my bottom, and then suddenly a tongue licked up along the length of my split, and you could have heard a church mouse fart in there.
“Ooooooooooooooooo,” I groaned, and the huskiness in my voice wasn’t faked either, “eat my pussy, baby! Ooooooooh yeah, like that. You know how I like it, don’t you,” and I rotated my hips back at that invading tongue trying to get more of it as it entered my seething cauldron.
In the background I could hear the sound of bass drums fading in as I wriggled, and moaned in obvious lust already every time the goat’s tongue slid over my pierced clitty. Jason had said Joe wouldn’t nibble on the gold ring, but just the thought that he might kept John busy back there I’m sure. Since I was actually here to preform, I figured what the hell, and grabbed two hand fulls of my own tits while the goat continuted to lick at my musky slit, and began to fondle myself like I’d seen those real porno sluts do in John’s video collection. I even tried sucking my own nipples for the crowd, but mainly ended up putting the rings pierced in them between my teeth and tugging them to the crowds Ooooing, and awing delight. I felt like an absolute slut, which was only natural considering, and I had a little mini cum right then to the crowds further perverted appeal.
I don’t know when I started to notice it, but my body was moving to the beat of those drums, and as they grew louder I began rocking back and forth over the padded bench trying to fuck back at that insidious goat’s tongue, I was that turned on.
“Uhn, oh yesssssss,” I hissed, “stick that tongue allllllllllll the way in there, baby! Ooooh, ooooooooh, oooooooooooooooooooo yesssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss!”
I could actually hear the panting breath of my audiance, and even saw a couple of guys wacking off openly near the stage as they watched a mere goat do what they would have cut their balls on a mile of broken glass to get the chance to do, and I smiled out wickedly at them for being such naughty boys, and I came again only harder from the goat’s tongue, grinding my ass back hard against that wonderful digit.
“Ooooooohhhh fuck, baby! Eat my pussy you dirty bastard! Eat it! Eat it!”
Joe’s talented tongue brought me to two more climaxes before at last, I felt his tongue pull out of my snatch. And as everyone in the place held their breath, the hairy beast suddenly hopped up on his front legs to drop solidly over my back side. There was a moment of hessitation, as his hind legs walked forward, and everybody there got to see how swollen his alien cock looked closing in on my cute little human slit then. But when he was sure of his cock’s placement, Joe’s front legs tightened, then hauled back as his hind end thrusted forward, and in one massive lunge he impaled my cunt, stretching and filling my pussy with that goat dick of his to the point where I almost passed out it was so big, and done so quickly. The look on my face when it happened must have been priceless what with my eyes popping out the way they did at the instant pleasure/pain of that moment, with no doubt that I was cumming like a banshee on that first stroke.
“IIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEYYYYYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!”
Flash bulbs went off in my face from every direction at once then, and I was blinded with spots before my eyes, as my body was embroiled in muti-orgamic imbalance as the goat, unlike Devil didn’t stop and adjust. Once his cock entered me he was fucking, and I do mean non-stop goat butter fucking too. Not as fast as a dog, not by any means, but with a cock like his, he didn’t have to fuck like greased lightening in a jar, he just pumped in and out of my pussy methodically, almost meniacally machine like in his presision, shoving and pulling me as his cock went in and out of my cunt. I felt like a proverbial rag doll up there on stage as the goat used me to vent his lust on, and out weighing me by 50 pounds or better I had all I could do to just hang onto that padded bench without falling off. The pounding of the bass drum beating as fast as that cock stroking in and out of my pussy was near to maddening with each orgasm running in succession right over top of the previous one.
I have no idea how come I didn’t just pass out in ecstasy, but I didn’t, and I even started to buck back at that cock rocking back and forth like a she-devil in the ultimate heat as that goat prick just kept on pumping in and out of my fuck sleeve for close onto fifteen minutes or more before that crowd of men. And believe you me, there were more, and more men out there jacking off as each minute went by, too. Big cocks, small cocks, thin, fat, and long cocks, and all wishing that they were the goat’s cock that was stretching my tunnel like a whale trying to fuck a dolphine at sea. Myself, I was a slave to my own body’s obscene desires, and I wouldn’t have changed places right then with any woman on the planet. This was fucking at its rawest, basest level, and I wanted to ride this ongoing avalanche of bliss to its ultimate conclusion even if my poor pussy would never be fit for anything other than goat dick from now on.
The hand held video cameras kept rolling the whole time. Of course Jason got it all, and probably the best angles too, as he could move in and out up there on the stage with us, and he did, moving all around me and the goat during the whole performance. As I said, me and the goat only fucked for a total of fifteen minutes, but just like when I had fucked the Rottwieler that fifteen minutes lasted several lifetimes. When the goat finally did swamp my pussy with its cheese, I was more or less a babbling idiot up there on stage, and unable to even think about the roaring applause, let alone Jason zooming in for the money shot as the animal’s sperm evacuated my gapping hole when the goat dismounted hauling his prick out of my warped cunt for everybody to see.
As it was, it took a whole hour before I was recovered enough to change clothes, for popping out of the huge fake cake before the intended groom. And even allowing for the douch I took before entering that cake in a thong style bikini, I figured there was no way, any of these men were going to want some pussy from me. Not after watching a goat get there first. I was wrong, of course, but then there’s no accounting for the male of the species when he’s got a stiff one, is there girls. He’d just as soon fuck a donut, or a knot hole in a tree when his dick is doing all the thinking for him. And after giving the intended groom the free blow job, I was carried up, and off to a side room with a large mattress, with clean sheets on it for the further entertainment of those wishing to pay a $100.00 to fuck the goat lady. Luckily, Jason had me put on one of those Zorro style masks, or those kind that just fit over the eyes and nose, but hide nothing else really, as there were several faces in the crowd of men that eventually fucked me in every hole I owned that looked awfully familiar, though I couldn’t really place them with names of people John and I knew socially right then. Even so, I made more than enough money that night, which was almost a let down, because I would have more than gladly done another goat show with Joe for that kind of sex.
By the time the last man there dumped his load in my pussy, John’s jaws were sore from cleaning me up after every third fuck or so, and it was 3am in the morning, and the rented hall was like an empty echo chamber. The shit eating grin on Jason’s face about the only light left on in the place as we walked towards the stage where he was sitting waiting for us, and holding Joe’s leash ready to leave.
“So, how’d it go?” Jason asked. “Was I right?”
“Pretty much,” I confessed, “the longest lasted all of three minutes before cuming, and even the largest of them couldn’t stack up to your foot long blood sausage, so after the goat, I hardly felt any of them that used my pussy, and only a few that fucked my ass.”
“Yep, the goat gets’em every time. Oh, and congratulations.”
“Congratulations?” I asked, a bit confused.
“Yeah, you’ve just fucked over a hundred cocks by my tally, and that puts you in the same league as that famous whore, Cleopatra.”
“Well,” I said, “it’s nice to know I’m in good company at least.”
“Yeah, but I don’t think Cleopatra ever fucked a goat,” Jason chuckled.
“Then she doesn’t know what she missed out on,” I laughed, to John’s chagrin as we headed for the car, and home, adding, “I need a long soothing bubble bath.”
“Yeah,” Jason agreed, “you certainly do. You smell like an old goat.”

Chapter Five:

“Eat me you bitch!” I commanded John, around two in the afternoon of the day after the goat orgy, with him now dressed up in a garterbelt, and stockings, with a short skirt of mine over that, and a blouse, wig, and full makeup above. John never did have much body hair, and now he had none thanks to the dibilitating cream, save for what was under that wig.
I actually got the idea of dressing him up as a girl from Jason, whose keen eye noticed how well John’s body proportions looked very feminnine indeed. In fact, except for having no breasts John’s measurements were almost the same as mine. I know, I measured him. His feet even fit into my shoes, though it would surely take him some time to learn to walk in high heels if I took this to the next logical step, and totally sissyfied my husband. He’d need some hormone treatment for the facial hair, of course, and I was sure he, being a doctor, knew someone good in plastic surgery to give him a nice set of knockers if I wanted to take him that far. Still, it surprised us both to see just how good looking a woman he did make once we had him all dolled up.
The thing was, John hadn’t wanted me to do this to him. In the beginning he’d bulked at each item of clothing I put on him, especially the see through white nylon panties, but once I’d sat him down in front of my vanity, and applied his make up, the change that came over him then was almost mystical in nature. They say every man has a feminnine side to them, and I think that in John’s case that’s particularly true. Hell, when he saw himself in the full lenght mirror, he actually primped, and straightened the seams of his nylon stockings in the most girlish of fashions. He even let me put fake nails on his fingers, and let me paint them a bright red to match his lipstick.
“I look like a slut,” he said to his mirror image when I was through, “a flat chested slut, but a slut just the same.”
“Yes, and a very sexy slut at that, John,” I put in, adding; “some women would even envy your looks.”
“I do feel pretty,” he conceded, what with all this nylon carressing my bare skin the way it does. No wonder you women like getting dressed up if it always feels like this
“Well you sure don’t look like no guy in drag, and that’s a fact. Looking the way you do now you could go into any ladies restroom, and no one would think anything of it, and I can’t wait to fuck that tight white virgin ass of yours with my new strapon dildo, Joni.”
John blushed then, at the feminizing of his name, and it was so pretty the way he looked too. It was funny, the way we looked standing side by side, like sisters, only slightly different, but of the same gene pool if you didn’t look too close. It was then that I took on the dominant role, and ordered Joni to his/her knees to eat me out. The Joni complied without haste said a lot for the state of mind my husband was now in, and I looked forward to further humiliating him in this way as the power of control that he had handed over to me, was like the ultimate in aphrodesiacs to my way of thinking.
As I’d dressed up right along with Joni, I had to lift my skirt up to let the bitch get at his/her favorite desert. I made the slut lick me through the black silk thong style panties just for the hell of it, and once they were wet I moved them aside and gave Joni complete access to my pussy with that talented tongue as I let the hem of my skirt fall over his/her head, and just stood there with my legs open, and Joni groveling there under my skirt. The full length mirror held quite a sight, and I didn’t know whether to laugh, cry, or just cum at the erotic image of the two of us tangled together that way.
“Oooooooooooooooohhh yeah, Joni, eat my pussy, you kinky lesbian slut. By the time I’m through with turning you into a chick with a great big spurting clit, you’ll never want to wear pants again! You’ll be such a sissy, you won’t remember what it was like to be a man, much less look like one.”
That only made Joni’s tongue go deeper into my twat, and work more feverishly. I knew then that Joni’s fate was in my, and a good plastic surgeon’s capable hands from that point on.
“Ooooooooooooooooooooo, oh yes, Joni, that’s it honey, make me cum you faggot slut! Make your mistress cum you worthless cum eating whore! I swear, in two months time you’ll have new tits, almost as big as mine, and be ready to earn your keep as a he/she whore. How’s that sound to you?”
As I reached across the bed to pick up the strap on dildo I could feel Joni’s head nodding in total agreement with what I was proposing, and I couldn’t wait to see Jason and tell him the good news. After all, this was his idea. I undid the buttons of my skirt then, and let it fall away from my hips, and off of me. And while I was putting the straps on, had Joni fold up my skirt, and put it away in the closet so that by the time Joni had finished that task, I stood there in our bedroom with a big black rubber penis jutting out from my groin, dressed only in my bra, garterbelt, stockings, and high heels, ready to pop Joni’s ass cherry once and for all.
“Grab the KY tube off of the dresser bitch,” I commanded Joni, “then assume the position. I’m gonna bust your buns wide open slut. And pull down those panties to your knees too! I wanna show you what it’s like when you used to fuck me standing bent over the dresser that way.”
“Yes Mistress,” Joni replied handing me the tube of lubricant, and his voice had that husky female tone to it that would have been perfect for phone sex.
I must have used a third of the tube’s contents lubing up that fake black prick of mine, but since Joni was anally virgin, I figured better safe than ruin a bitch for life with just one fuck. Once I was ready I stepped right up behind Joni, lifted his skirt up and laid it over his back, pulled his ass cheeks wide apart, and steping forward placed the head of the rubber phallus at his twitching anal ring. It was really strange seeing a cock and balls under that fine girlish butt of his, and there was no doubt, that Joni had legs that any runway model would have died for, let alone his heart shaped ass.
“This is gonna hurt some,” I warned as I grabbed onto those flaring hips, “but it’s just part of being a woman, so you need to get used to this kind of thing.”

“Yes Mistress,” Joni replied crisply, and I heard the gritting of teeth.
I pressed forward with my own hips keeping a constant pressure against that tight spincture ring, and then I heard a sharp intake of breath as the shaped crown of the rubber dick suddenly entered Joni’s ass, and stopped to let Joni get used to the feel of it in there. Once Joni’s breathing returned to normal, I pushed another two inche in, and we went through the same thing again, then another two inches, and another two, and then the last two. I now understood why men always looked down, watching as their dicks enter a woman’s body. The sight of that hard black rubber cock going into Joni’s feminnine looking asshole was just so damn awesome to see. I mean that ten inch dildo of mine looked like a real veiny male penis, and Joni’s tight virgin asshole had swallowed the whole damn thing like a snake hole taking on a redwood tree trunk until my pelvis was tight up against Joni’s buttocks where I held it for a while.
“How’s it feel?” I asked once Joni was breathing normal again.
“Like I have to take the world’s biggest shit,” came his salty reply.
“Hardly,”I said, “since Jason is at least two inches longer than this, and slightly thicker too, but I completely understand.”
“This is going to blow your mind once I get started, but even though the cramped feeling won’t go away, you’ll start to really enjoy having this rubber cock in there, Joni. I guarantee it. So when that happens I want to hear just how good it does feel, and use that husky feminnine voice to tell me, too.”
Joni nodded once again, and now we were both ready to proceed.
I gave Joni a couple of additional minutes to adjust to having a dick up his ass, and when I felt he was really ready, I eased back a few inches then pushed it all back in again. Held it there a 10 seconds then did it again, and then again still. On the third stroke, I eased out another inch or so more, and only held it in 5 seconds before repeating that twice more. I followed that by pulling out six inches, and easing it back in, but this time I didn’t hessitate, or hold, I just pulled back out starting a nice easy in and out fucking rhythme of my husband’s cute tight ass with that black rubber dick of mine.
“Oh, uhn, ooooh fuck,” Joni groaned, “that is so weird. Oooooooh mmmmmmm, yes, it does feel better…still cramped, but a lot less painful…ahhhhh, uhn, and in a strange perverted way…kinda nice.”
“Yes, that’s exactly the way it feels when Jason fucks my ass too,” I said, “almost cosmic like in an out of body state I can visualize what it looks like when he’s fucking me, and that adds even more to the pleasure.”
“Oooooooooooooo yes, baby, that’s sooooooo wild, I feel so decadent, like a whore I’m sure you’d say.”
“You’re right, I feel like an absolute whore every time he fucks me in the ass, and isn’t that such an utterly lovely wicked thought to have at a moment like this, Joni? I’ll bet you even wish you had tits for me to mangle, and pinch raw, don’t you?”
“Ooooooooh fuck! I can’t believe how good this feels! Even my big clit is weeping for joy!”
He was talking about his cock, of course, but I felt no reason to correct him as that’s exactly the way I wanted him to think of it from now on, as just a very big clit, and nothing else.
“Oooooooooooooooo! Ooooooooooooooo, yesssssssssssssss! I wish I did have tits! Then I’d really look as hot as you!”
“But if you had tit’s we’d have to pierce them, just like mine are, wouldn’t we?”
“Ooooooooohh fuck, you’re gonna make me cum mind fucking me like this!”
“You know I want to cum Joni, but not from jerking off this time. No. I want you to know what it’s like for a woman to cum just from being fucked in your ass by a big black Nigger dick. So just hang onto that dresser, let the pressure build, and build, it’s the most incredible orgasm in the world. Do it my way, and I’ll see to it that you have nice set of breasts by next month.”
“Ahhhhhhh soooo close…soooo very close…gonna cum… gonna cum baby!”
I started to really bang Joni’s butt then, giving the bitch the whole length of that ridged rubber prick, and at a much more excellerated rate at that.
“Oh, uhn, oh, uhn, oh, uhn, oh, uhn, fuck me Gillian! Fuck my ass with that big black cock! Make me your whore forever, baby!”
With incentive like that I could hardly refuse such a request, and drilled that tight white ass like an oil derrick drilling for the mother load. Joni’s voice now almost a saprano the way he was begging me to fuck him dickless. He was beyond being just a cuckolded husband now. He was Joni, the sexiest she/male slut of all time getting buggered like a raving faggot queen in royal heat, and I couldn’t wait to see how he/she looked with his/her hair grown out, coiffed, dyed a strawberry blond, not quite a flaming red, but better, and permed, walking through the local mall beside me through every ladies department as we purchased our new wardrobes, especially his bras.
Suddenly Joni began trembling like a filly shaking off horse flies, and I looked down around his right flank in time to see several spurts of creamy white slime lance out, and splatter against the dresser drawers in front of him.
“Cum…ing!” Joni screamed, and you would certainly have thought it was the sound of a woman getting fucked by her lover at that as several more ropes of slime hit the dresser drawers, only to ooze downward like runny snot on that smooth surface as gravity took over.
“You’re gonna clean that up with your tongue!” I cried as my own orgasm enveloped me, and we fell to our knees still connected in sinful bliss as Joni licked away like a porno slut at the mess he’d just made.
The applause of two hands coming together behind us gave notice that Jason had arrived in time to catch the whole thing, and I turned my head his way with a self assured evil grin as good as the one on his own face. That’s when he came up behind me, pulled his pants down, and took me in the ass, and we went through the whole thing all over again, only this time in a three way fuck with Jason’s thrusts matching my own in Joni’s butt.

Reality Check: It took two months before Joni could actually walk around comfortably in high heels, but it took at least that long before his new breasts were healed enough to look natural, and unbruised. As it turned out, the plastic surgeon Joni knew did a wonderful job, and the saline inserts he used on Joni gave Joni a firm yet natural looking C cup, that was almost a D by using lippo suction to take body fat from around the abdomen, and adding that to Joni’s breasts helped the process immensely. The scars, barely more than tiny slits to start with, now healed were just a bright pink and followed the natural curved line under the breasts pretty much like my own crease, or breast line from the weight of my own mammaries. Joni’s tits hung on his chest like they belonged there, or grew there on their own. The doctor had even pierced Joni’s nipples for the two gold rings Jason bought him.
The hormone treatment worked wonders as well, not only with Joni’s facial hair, and vocal cords, but his hips, and buttocks benefited from the treatment as well, rounding out just right, and after the lipo suction treatment on Joni’s abdomen the hour glass figure Joni ended up with was incredibly Barbie Doll accurate if you get my drift. In the mean time, Jason kept me busy on my back trying to knock me up with his black bastard after taking me off of birth control after the goat fuck.
So when I wasn’t fucking Jason trying to get pregnant I was giving Joni lessons on how to act more, and more like a real lady out in public in every respect. However in the privacy of our home, he learned how to be a slut by watching me with Jason. Joni and I still fucked, of course, but now it was more like two lezzies in which one has a very big clitty that can fit into the others pussy like a living dildo, or I would put on the strap on, and fuck Joni’s ass to keep things in perspective. In any case, things were really getting weirder as each day went by. Joni had to transfer over to another hospital to work under his/her new name, Joni Dupont, and I was dressing upward more, and more at work. Until one day……

Epilog:

“Gillian?”
“Yes Warren?” I asked my boss, turning my head his way.
“I know this may sound presumptuous of me, but have you always been this beautiful?”
“Why whatever do you mean?” I asked innocently, putting my glasses back on.
“I mean, well, you seem to be glowing with some kind of aura of your very own. Much like my wife when she was pregnant with our first born.”
“Really?” And that’s when I realized that it wasn’t the flu I’d had all weekend at all, but a bad case of morning sickness.
A visit to my doctor that afternoon confirmed it. I was knocked up, and officially one month pregnant.

• Gillian’s Makeover (Chapter 1)
• Gillian’s Makeover (Chapter 2)

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1 Comment to “Gillian’s Makeover (Chapter 3)”

1. ultra — March 29, 2009 @
   

   This a fucked up story. I sure hope it is not true. To destroy a man like this is wrong. If it was true I would hope he would leave his wife and her lover before it got this far.

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