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Marissa

By: valexander



Sorry if there are typos or mistakes, I might have overlooked some. Hope you enjoy any way :) V.A.

Things started innocent enough, I'd see him every day in the elevator, he worked on the 18th floor and I worked on the 17th. At first, I'd see him every morning and we'd exchange greetings but that was it. Soon things progressed to standing shoulder to shoulder and lightly brushing our hands against each other. Eight months ago things progressed even more...that's an understatement.

I know almost nothing about him other than he's taller than I am, has honey brown eyes, shoulder length blonde hair and he can make me have the most amazing orgasms in the time it takes to go from the parking garage to the 17th floor.

I first saw him over a year ago, it was my first day and he helped me find the office I was working in. I was attracted to him but never had the nerve to ask his name or any other information. Other than a little flirting and a little touching, we were total strangers.

Things changed one night when we were both leaving work. The elevator stopped on my floor and he was standing towards the back, we both said "hi" and I proceeded to stand in front of him hoping to get in a little flirting before the long drive home.

On the ride down several others packed into the elevator and soon I was pressed against his right side, that's when I felt his hand caress my bottom. At first I thought it was a mistake, he'd never touched my behind before. I didn't move because I liked the feeling of his warm hand on my butt and decided to enjoy it while it lasted. As we exited the elevator he winked. 

The next morning we arrived at the same time and entered the elevator together, we were alone. I stood on the right side and he stood on the left, as we arrived on the 1st floor people began to fill the elevator and soon he and I were standing close again. I felt both of his hands on my butt; he gently squeezed and massaged each cheek until we arrived at my floor. As I exited I turned to look at him and he smiled at me as the doors closed.

I walked to my desk exhilarated! I didn't have a boyfriend and it had been over a year since I'd had sex so even the limited contact I had with him was arousing. I rushed through the day and took a late lunch, I was hoping to see "him" at lunch but I didn't. As I left work that evening he was in the elevator again and again it was pretty full. I said hello and stood in front of him, I made sure to press my body against his. He put one hand on my left hip and pulled me to him tighter, I felt his huge hard-on pressed against my lower back.

As more people filled the already crowded elevator I pressed tighter and tighter against his body. I looked around and saw everyone was staring up at the numbers as we descended floors so I reached my hand around my back and began stroking his dick through his pants. He moaned softly and I felt his cock jerk under the pressure of my hand. We arrived at the parking garage and went our separate ways.

The next morning I was anxious to see him again, when I left the previous night I was so wet, all I could think about was the stranger in the elevator with the warm hands and the big dick. I entered the elevator and didn't see him, as the doors began to close an arm slipped between them and parted them. It was him! He smiled at me and looked me up and down. I had decided to wear a skirt that day hoping he would do more than squeeze my butt. He immediately stood behind me and placed his hand on my butt. 

As the elevator began to fill he gently pulled me to the back corner and slowly lifted the back of my skirt. I was wearing thong panties and he traced his fingers along the length of material between my cheeks before he slipped his index and middle finger under the material. I spread my legs slightly as he began rubbing my wetness around my swelling lips and clit. I closed my eyes as I felt his two fingers enter me and begin pumping in and out rapidly. As he finger fucked me he rubbed his hard cock against my lower back to the same rhythm of his fingers.

We were almost to my floor when my climax hit, my body shook against him as my juices flowed out of my pussy and all over his fingers. When I was done he slowly pulled his fingers out as the doors opened on the 17th floor. As I exited I turned to look at him, he was smiling and discreetly licking his fingers. My legs felt like jelly as I walked to my desk and collapsed in the chair. I couldn't believe what had just happened!

I thought about him all day and couldn't wait till that evening. As it turned out, I had to work late and didn't see him when I left. I was disappointed but I looked forward to our next encounter...lucky for me it wasn't a long wait.

The next morning I arrived an hour early because I didn't want to work late again. I wore a skirt again and couldn't wait to see him. As I approached the elevator doors I saw him walk up beside me. We both said good morning and entered the elevator, the building was closed but there were a few people arriving early as well. The minute the doors shut he pulled me to him and slipped his arm around me, he slid his hand up my skirt and down the front of my panties. I moaned as his fingers slid into my wet pussy and climaxed before the 3rd floor. I could feel his hard-on pressing into my backside while he touched me.

No one else had stopped the elevator (thankfully) so he continued to slide his fingers in and out of my pussy till I climaxed again. When I was done he bent down and kissed my neck.

"Do you want me to fuck you?" He whispered against my skin.

I couldn't speak! I nodded my head without thinking and immediately felt him press his cock against my back. He bent me forward and pulled my panties down to my thighs. I heard him unzip his pants and felt him press his head against my pussy then slide into me. We were already at the 7th floor so we fucked fast and hard. I came quickly as his long prick slammed in and out of me and soon I felt him swell as he pumped his hot cum inside me.

We finished right before we arrived at my floor. I pulled my skirt down and he zipped his pants as the doors slid open. I turned to look at him and he kissed me softly on the cheek.

"Until next time." He said as I exited the elevator.

I walked straight to the bathroom and cleaned up before going to my desk and starting my day. I couldn't stop thinking about what had just happened. Had I really fucked some guy I don't even know...on the elevator no less? What was wrong with me!?!

Until a week ago we'd only flirted a little and already it had progressed to having sex in the elevator, I was shocked at my behavior. I didn't know his name or anything about him but I was so attracted to him that none of that seemed to matter. I fantasized about him throughout the day and by the time I went to lunch I was wet and hoping to run into him again. 

I walked to the elevator and pushed the down button, as the doors opened he was in the empty elevator car. I smiled and entered without saying a word. He was leaning against the left side of the car and I stood in front of him. He didn't waste much time, he put his arms around me and pulled me to him. He began grinding his cock against my back and slipped his hands under my skirt. He rubbed my pussy through my panties and gently nibbled on my neck.

"Would you like to have lunch with me?"

I leaned against his body and murmured "yes".

The elevator stopped on the 5th floor and five or six people got in so he removed his hands as we rode down to the parking garage. Once we arrived the other people walked to their cars and he directed me to his car. He drove a black SUV with dark tinted windows. He opened the passenger door for me and I climbed up, he walked to the driver's side and started the engine. He turned on the A/C full blast and leaned over to me.

"You felt amazing this morning; I'd love to fuck you again."

He leaned closer and kissed me. His lips were soft and his mouth was warm. I parted my lips as he slipped his tongue into my mouth. He tasted like spearmint. I sucked on his tongue and soon we were making out like two teenagers. His hands roamed all over my body and before I knew it my shirt was unbuttoned and he was tugging my bra below my breasts.

"Let's get in the back." He said between kisses. "I need to feel you again."

He climbed into the backseat and folded them down, I climbed after him and we lay down side by side. We started kissing again and began to undress each other. We kicked our shoes off and tossed our clothes into a pile. We were both completely naked (except for his socks); he had the most amazing body. He was lean and muscular; I ran my hands over his body and stopped when I reached his throbbing cock.

I stroked him slowly and he moaned as he lowered his head to my breasts. He sucked and bit each nipple till I was dripping wet and he was leaking pre-cum. He climbed on top of me and I spread my legs, he entered me quickly and began pumping me hard. I could feel the car rocking but I didn't care, the windows were dark and I was having way too much fun to worry about getting caught. He fucked me till I came, once I was done climaxing he pulled his cock out and straddled my chest.

"Suck me off!"

I greedily licked my cum off his prick and wrapped my lips around his throbbing cock. He thrust his hips and began fucking my mouth slowly while I rolled my tongue around his swollen head and up and down his long shaft. I could feel the veins rubbing against my lips and tongue as he continued to slide in and out of my mouth. I loved it! I was waiting for him to cum when he abruptly pulled out of my mouth.

"Let me see your pussy!"

I spread my legs wide and he slid down my body. He buried his face in my shaved pussy and began licking and sucking up my juices. He was moaning as he slurped up the fluid running out of me. I couldn't take it any more, I came again and he growled like an animal as my juice squirt into his mouth. When he was done he lay next to me and kissed me. His chin was wet and his mouth tasted like my pussy.

"We're not done yet, get on top of me."

I sat up and was going to straddle his cock but he motioned for me to turn around. I turned and faced his feet and he pulled my behind to his face. 

"Sit on my face!"

I straddled his head and he pulled me down to his waiting mouth. I moaned loudly as he slid his tongue inside me and began to fuck me with his tongue. I saw his cock jutting straight up and I leaned down to take him into my mouth. I wrapped my lips around him and began to suck him off while he performed the most amazing oral sex I had ever experienced. Within a few minutes I was gushing cum into his mouth and he hungrily drank it all.

He pushed my pussy off his face gently and scooted out from under me. I reluctantly released his cock and turned to look at him. He motioned for me to come to him, I crawled to him and he kissed me. It was a long slow and very wet kiss. As we kissed I straddled his legs and positioned myself over his still hard cock.

I slid down his long shaft and slowly rode up and down while we continued to kiss. It was strange to be fucking a total stranger in his car but for some reason I didn't worry about it. I just wanted to keep fucking him until I couldn't walk. The feeling of him sliding in and out of my tight pussy was too much for both of us and we climaxed together. I felt him throb inside me and swell inside me before he pumped his warm load in my depths. I gasped as I came harder and he continued to pump stream after stream of hot cum inside me.

When we were done I slowly eased off his lap and sat next to him. I was trying to catch my breath when he finally spoke.

"What's your name?" he chuckled softly.

I had to laugh, we'd had sex twice and we didn't even know each other's name.

"Marissa, what's yours?"

"Malcolm. It's nice to meet you Marissa." 

We shook hands and laughed. We talked as we dressed, it turned out we still had 10 minutes left of our lunch hour so we went to the coffee house and got scones and two iced coffees. We sat at a table outside and talked while we ate, it was only 10 minutes but we tried to learn as much as we could about each other.

We drove back to work and headed our separate ways as the elevator dropped me on my floor. I waved at him as the door closed. I spent the rest of my day in a haze of sexual arousal just waiting to see Malcolm again. I had hoped that this afternoon wouldn't be our last encounter. I liked him, I wanted to see him more and get to know him better...I hoped he felt the same way.

At 4:00 it was time to head home, I waited for the elevator, when the doors opened I half expected to see Malcolm there but he wasn't. I walked into the empty elevator and rode down to the parking garage. As I exited the elevator and walked to my car I saw Malcolm leaning against my car. He smiled and walked to me, I slowed down as he approached. He slipped his arms around my waist and hugged me. I heard him inhale deeply as he buried his face in my hair.

"Would you like to have dinner tonight?" He asked as he slowly pulled away.

He still had my hand in his and was looking down at it while he waited for me to answer his question. I thought it was pretty silly being shy about it considering I'd let him fuck me before I even knew his name but I still answered.

"Sure!" I smiled at him as he looked up at me.

"Would you mind if I followed you to your place, this way I can drive you home after dinner."

"That's fine, I live about 20 minutes from here."

He kissed me quickly on the cheek and walked to his SUV. I got in my car and started it; I pulled out and waited for him near the exit. He pulled in behind me and we headed to my house in Newport Beach. We arrived 40 minutes later, damn California traffic.

I parked in my driveway and pulled into my garage and he parked on the street. By the time I got out of my car he was waiting for me at the back of my car.

"You own this place?" he asked.

"Sort of, it was my parents house, when they passed away they left it to me. It's kind of big for one person but I grew up here and couldn't bear to move out."

"I'm sorry to hear that. My father died last year so I know it can be rough."

It was sort of strange to be having this conversation with him after we'd had sex this afternoon. I didn't know how to deal with this situation; I'd never had sex with a man before I knew him.

"Would you like to come inside? I'd like to change clothes."

"Okay!" 

He smiled and my knees buckled. He has a great smile, full lips, white teeth and a soft tongue...

We walked in and I closed the garage door behind us. We went in through the kitchen and I could tell he was impressed. I was proud of my kitchen, I love to cook and you can tell by all the pans hanging from the pan rack above the island sink. 

"Wow! What a great kitchen!"

Next I led him to the living room. I had a big screen television and a huge sectional sofa. It was soft and very comfortable. I told him to have a seat while I changed. I walked to the back of the house to my bedroom and quickly disrobed. I put on a pair of black slacks and a silk tank top with a short jacket to go over it. I slipped into my heels and walked back to the living room.

As I entered the room he looked at me and his eyes widened. He stood and walked to me quickly; he scooped me into his arms and carried me back to my bedroom. He kicked the door shut behind us and pressed me to the closed door. We kissed and before I knew it I was out of my clothes and he was turning me around to face the door. I heard him unzip his pants and I spread my legs, he stood between my legs and I leaned forward as he pressed his cock to my pussy.

He thrust into me and started pumping furiously, we were moaning loudly as he fucked me from behind and soon I was cumming so hard I couldn't think straight. I was making all sorts of noises and grunts as he thrust wildly.

When I was done he pulled out of me and half dragged me to my bed. He tossed me on the bed and stripped out of his remaining clothes. He pulled me to him by my ankles and turned me on to my belly. I got on my hands and knees and he climbed up behind me. He grabbed my hips and thrust into me so hard my teeth rattled in my head.

He started fucking me again with total abandon and I came quickly. He was slamming into me and I could hear his balls slapping against my clit, I pushed my ass up more and his balls tightened against my clit. I came again and felt him explode inside me. When we were both spent he collapsed onto my back and I fell on the bed with him on top of me.

"God that was great!" He said against my back.

"Yes, it was!" I panted back to him.

He rolled off of me and laid on his back looking at me. He put his arm across my back and started stroking my hair. I could tell he wanted to say something but I wasn't sure if it was good or bad.

"What's on your mind, you want to say something so spill it!" I said with a smile.

"I don't want to hurt your feelings..." He stammered.

"Uh oh, when a guy starts a conversation like that it's never good."

"I just don't know what you want from me, that's all."

"What I want from you? Well let's see...we just met and we've already fucked three times. I'd say sex is a pretty good start with what I want!"

"Is that it?" He looked at me apprehensively.

"What do you think I want? A relationship?"

"I don't know, some woman relate sex with love."

"Well don't worry, I'm not one of them. This is the first time in my life I've been able to enjoy sex with such total abandon, I think it's because we've just met and don't know all of the baggage the other person has."

"You think so? You might be right; I've never been so into sex until I met you in the elevator. It's all I've thought about, when you let me finger you that one day I just had to see how far you'd let me go." He smiled widely.

"I'd like to keep things as they are for now. You know, just fucking every chance we get and maybe if we have time talk after." I leaned over and kissed his soft lips.

"You're amazing! I never thought I'd hear a woman say that!" He laughed.

I couldn't help but laugh too, if my friends knew I had a fuck buddy they'd never believe it. I was always such a goody two shoes! Look at me now! 

"Why don't we order a pizza and eat in, we can fuck till they get here!"

I climbed on top of him and sucked him till he was hard again, I mounted his cock and started fucking him slowly while I grabbed the cordless phone from my nightstand. I ordered the pizza while I rode him and smiled down at him, I hung my breasts in front of his face and he quickly sucked and bit my nipples. I moaned softly and the guy taking my order stopped talking. When he spoke again I could tell he knew what I was doing, he said the pizza would be there in 45 minutes. Perfect!

I hung up and started fucking him faster, raising my butt and slamming it down as fast and hard as I could. We fucked for 40 minutes till we both came screaming each other's name. As I rolled off him there was a knock on the door. I jumped off the bed and grabbed my purse off the sofa. I took out a 20 and opened the door naked. The delivery guy just stared at me with wide eyes.

I handed him the money and grabbed my pizza and closed the door before he had a chance to say anything. I carried the food to the kitchen and put in the oven on low to keep it warm. I raced back to my room and found Malcolm sitting on the side of the bed. I dove at him and knocked him onto his back, we kissed as I rubbed my cum soaked pussy on his limp cock. After several minutes he was hard again and we fucked.

We spent two more hours fucking our brains out until thirst and hunger forced us to eat. As soon as we'd consumed enough food to sustain us we fucked on my dining room table. I climbed in front of him and sat on the table, spreading my legs as I leaned back. He pulled me to him and slid into me. He spent the next 30 minutes grinding his long cock into me making me cum repeatedly; when he finally came I was in a stupor.


Marissa Arrives



It all started a few days ago. If you would have asked me at that time, I would never have said this was possible, but the fact that I'm here now is proof. A bit about me, I'm a normal healthy male with a sales job here in the city, I work out 3 times a week, and I'm a bit of a ladies' man. At least I was.

I'd been seeing this girl, Cassie, on and off for a few weeks. I know she was under the impression that I was "the one" but I never made any promises. The fact that she gave it up to me so easily isn't my fault. She's a great gal with a hell of a body, and I got her to do stuff that would shame a prostitute.

At any rate, I'd broken up with her earlier in the week, tried to let her down gently, but whatever. I figured she'll grow the hell up and get over it. I'm hanging out with my buddies in the bar like old times. We're having drinks, checking out the talent, when Cassie's older sister Alexis comes walking in, and I'm thinking "Fuck, here comes trouble." She starts in on me for breaking her little sister's heart, talking about what a terrible human being I am. I just brush her off, tell her to hit the road, and I even slapped her ass before I headed to the john. As I walked away, my friends are standing there laughing, and she's literally cursing me. I heard her as I leave the room, going on about paying a price and learning a lesson. What I didn't know at the time was that, with my buddies standing there, she dropped something into my drink, and they just stood there and laughed. I came back and finished my drink, the night was a bust after that scene, none of the girls looked too interested in us, I was getting a little drunk, so I headed home.

When I woke up the next morning, the sun was shining in and my head felt like it was splitting open, my whole body was a dull ache. I could barely crack my eyes open as I staggered to the bathroom, but something wasn't right. That's when I opened my eyes enough to see I had long brown hair hanging in front of my face. I grabbed it and tugged, and immediately regretted that move. The hair was attached, it was mine and I had a new ache in my head! I thought "what the fuck is going on?" as I staggered into the bathroom, and I started to notice that everything around me seemed a little higher up than usual.

When I turned on the light in the bathroom I winced at the brightness, and when I looked in the mirror, my head started spinning. Instead of seeing my usual reflection, a man in his mid twenties with short dark hair and a fairly muscular build, there was a gorgeous young woman with light brown hair cascading over her soft shoulders. I tried to gain my bearings, thinking "isn't this my bathroom?" and when I mouthed the word "who?" I saw her lips move. I reached up to touch my cheek, and her hand touched her own. Instead of my usual stubble, I only felt soft smooth skin...then I looked down.

The first thing I saw, once I could bring my eyes into focus, was a pair of large firm breasts...attached to me! I reached up and squeezed them to see if they were real, and they didn't even feel like implants, these were a real girl's breasts, soft and yielding. I stumbled back and fell onto the seat of the toilet, and I noticed that my legs were smooth and shapely, my feet tiny with pink nail-polish on my toenails.

In a daze, I tried to figure out what happened, and who could help me get back to my normal self. I looked around the apartment for some clothes to throw on, and all I could find lots of female items of clothing mixed with my own, as well as some neatly arranged pairs of high heels near the front door. I pulled open drawers in bedroom, and I saw bras and panties mixed in with my underwear.

"This is so fucked up, it has to be a dream," I thought to myself. I decided to call Dave, he's my best friend, we go girl chasing together. He's like a brother, and he'll help me figure it out. I fumbled with the phone, not used to my slender hands, slim fingers and long nails. When he answered, I blurted out "Dave, I need your help man, this is bad," and I almost began to look around as I didn't recognize my own voice. Rather than my normal baritone, my voice was light and feminine. 

Apparently Dave didn't recognize it either as he replied with "Um, I don't know who this is, but I can see you're calling from Mark's number, did you find his phone or something, honey?"

Finally, I just said "Look, just come over to Mark's place right away man, I need you," and hung up.

I sat down on the bed, and took a few deep breaths. I didn't know how long Dave would take, and I had to figure this out, it was too real to be a nightmare. I started thinking back, to the night before, and that crazy sister, Alexis. Cassie's family was a little flaky, and that sister was just plain spooky at times, it had to be her. She's involved somehow, I just knew it.

Now that I have a hunch, I decided to call Alexis and see if I'm right. After a couple of rings, she answered the phone, and I said "Alexis, it's me, what did you do?" 

She paused for a moment and said "who is this?" with a hint of a mocking tone. When I told her it's Mark, she said "This doesn't sound like any 'Mark' I know, as a matter of fact it sounds more like a Marissa," she laughed teasingly at the end. 

After I swore at her, she told me to relax, and she explained the curse, a mixture of old world magic from her ancestors blended with some modern medicines. She told me that it's out of her hands, the feminine seed was already there inside me. She merely woke it up and started the growth at an accelerated rate. 

"You've brought this on yourself," she told me sternly. "If you had treated women with more respect, it wouldn't have come to this. However, If you can learn from this and grow as a person, the curse will fade and you'll return to normal in about a week's time. Your fate is in your own hands."

As I was listening, I was overcome with emotions and I began to cry, which is something I haven't done since I was a child. She sternly told me not to be a pouty girl, and then said "Go explore, you'll see what happens. Call me in a couple of days, we'll go for coffee and check out guys!" I heard her laughing as she hung up on me.

I stared down at the phone for a minute, stunned into silence. For some reason, I suddenly focused on my nails as I cradled the phone in my hand. I didn't know how I knew it, but it's a French manicure, and for some reason this helped me snap out of it. As I got up and walked around the apartment, I began to notice some more feminine decorations that weren't there yesterday. As I walked around, I passed the full body mirror in my bedroom, and I paused to stare at my reflection. I have full breasts, round ass, shaved pussy, and I'm built like any girl that I would have been dying to bed just a day ago. For some reason, I reach down where my cock used to be, and felt the smooth skin, enjoying the pleasant smoothness. I Slipped a finger delicately into my pussy, and was surprised at the warm sensations that spread over me, and I heard myself giggle a little.

I laid back on the bed, going over what she said in my head...I can get back to normal. I didn't even notice that my hand had drifted down to my pussy, and I was unconsciously exploring myself. I pushed a finger in and groaned at the sensation, so wet and slippery, so electric. My other hand ran up my firm stomach, cupped my large breast, squeezing it and twisting my nipple gently with my nails. "Ok, I have to stop," I thought to myself, but it was so relaxing and exciting, running my hands over my smooth, curvy flesh. I took a finger out of my pussy and held it up over me so that I could see it glisten in the sunlight, and before I could stop myself, I slipped it into my full lips and sucked my juices off it with a moan.

The ringing of my phone shocked me out of my trance. I answered to Dave's voice, he sounded skeptical but he told me he'd had a shower and was heading over now. He also said "If this is Mark's idea of a joke, he'd better be there to explain."

Oh my god! Dave was going to be here in about 10 minutes, and I'm laying around naked? I rushed to the dresser, and started pulling out clothes. My old self was fully a foot taller than my current girly body, so my old clothes couldn't possibly fit. I grabbed a bra, panties, short skirt and top. "This is so cute!" I thought to myself without realizing as I began slipping on clothes, struggling with my bra to capture my full tits.

I headed into the bathroom, and I was halfway through applying mascara before I thought "What the fuck am I doing?" but then part of me said I may as well finish, I couldn't leave it half done. My hands worked expertly on their own as I applied eye shadow, and finally a hot pink lip gloss on my pouty lips. I stepped back and admired myself in the mirror, turning slightly side to side to make sure my tight clothes are neat, and my breasts show just enough peaking over my top. I was brushing my hair out when the buzzer for the door sounds, and I rushed to the door.

When I opened the door, Dave looked slightly shocked and his jaw dropped, which caused me to smile and blush before I quickly snapped out of it. 

"Dave, get in here, you've got to help me," I said. Dave stepped in, still staring at me, and slipped off his coat. 

"I don't know who you are, but I'd be glad to help you," he said as he leered at my tits. I shoved him to get him to go into the living room, but I realized I was so much weaker now, I could barely move him. 

"Come on, Dave, knock it off. It's me, Mark," I said, starting to whimper as I got upset, tearing up a bit.

"Hey, hey, it's ok, dear," he said as he put his hands on my arms, guiding me into him for a hug. I wanted to push him away and yell at him to smarten the fuck up, but I was so emotionally and mentally drained from the whole morning, I just leaned in and let him hug me, his strong arms wrapped around me, his hands on my back as I leaned my face into his chest, my hair tickling his face.

His strong arms and chest seemed to calm me. And did his cologne always smell so delicious? I noticed his strong hands slowly moving up and down my back, and I looked up into his eyes. He looked down at me smiling and said "do you still think you're Mark now?" 

I could only whimper "but I am," as he chuckled, and leaned in to kiss me. In my head, I'm screaming at him to stop, but all I can do is close my eyes and sigh as his lips press against mine. The sensations that were going through my new body are amazing, I was tingling and my pussy started to ache. I wanted it all to stop, but I was in a trance, his stubble rough on my face as I felt his tongue push to my lips. I opened my mouth, letting him probe deeply into my mouth, sucking his tongue greedily. His hands were running all over my body, squeezing my round ass, cupping my tits and playing with my nipples.

Without warning he pulled away and held me at arm's length from him, staring into my eyes. I couldn't believe it, but I was actually frustrated that he'd stopped kissing me! He gently but firmly pushed my shoulders and I stumbled backwards onto the couch, sitting there looking up at him. He had a smile on his face, he started to undo his pants, and I could already see his hard cock plump against his leg, his pants straining.

My mind started to race, knowing what he wants. He undid his pants, letting them drop, and his cock stood out rigid, pointing at me. I couldn't take my eyes off it, the large head and dangling balls mesmerize me. I thought to myself "I can't do this! I'm not gay!" but at the same time a little part of me was wondering what it would be like, to taste and serve a man like this.

I slowly moved closer, to the edge of the couch, unable to take my eyes off of the cock staring back at me. I opened my soft lips, put out my tongue and closed my eyes as I began to lean in when he stopped me. "No baby" he said "when you suck my cock, I want you to look me in the eyes, up here." I locked eyes with him, my pussy throbbed as a reaction to his control. I felt the warm softness of the head of his cock as it touched my tongue and pushed against my lips, and I stretched my mouth open to accommodate the large head. Sucking on the swollen head as I looked up at him, I stared into his eyes, my mind was spinning, thinking of how wonderful this sensation is, how strong he looks, and how much I wanted to please him.

I put both of my hands on his hips as he reached down and stroked my cheek while I pulled more of his stiff cock into my mouth. "Good girl," he whispered, "show me what you can do." I was thinking to myself that he is such a pig when I realized that I've treated women this exact same way so many times. He put his hand behind my ear, cooing to me about how I'm a 'good girl' as I moved my mouth back and forth, sucking his cock deeper and deeper.

I'm amazed at the sensations filling my mouth, feeling him throb, tasting the saltiness of his precum. He held the top of my head and began to firmly fuck my mouth with aggressive deep strokes. I gagged once or twice and he slowed but didn't pull out. He kept his cock deep, waiting until I relaxed before fucking my mouth some more. 

I was so light-headed from the excitement of sucking his cock that I sat dazed when he pulled it out of my mouth with tiny pop. He picked me up in his strong arms, and carried me into the bedroom, where he tossed me onto the bed, then pushed my shoulders, gently but firmly, till I laid on my back, and he dragged a thick thumb over my panties, pushing into my pussy lips. He hooked his fingers onto the hips of my panties, pulling them down as I lifted my legs for him, letting him stand and admire my smooth pussy.

He knelt down near the edge of the bed, spreading my legs and pushing them up in the air, his strong hands behind my knees, and he began to slowly kiss my aching pussy. There was a faint thought in my mind that I should be trying to stop something, but all I can focus on is his tongue, which he has dragged over my pussy before pushing the tip into me. I reached between my legs and spread my pussy for him, squeezing my mound as he licked and swirled his tongue over and over again, sending shivers up my spine and making my new clit throb. He playfully burrowed his tongue into my tight ass, stretching me open, between long strokes on my pussy that make me moan. He kept pushing me close to orgasm, then frustrating me by pausing, holding my hands away from my pussy so that I couldn't even get myself off, I was so weak, helpless and horny.

He stopped torturing me with his tongue and stood in front of me, his hard cock pointing straight out. I stared up at him, eager and horny, but also afraid of what's to come. He rolled me over on the bed, and I instinctively got on my hands and knees, offering my ass up to him as I lowered my shoulders. He chuckled something about me being a greedily little slut, and he slapped my ass as he climbs onto the bed. He gripped me by the hips and ordered me to put his cock inside me, so I reached between my legs and captured the thick member, tugging it as I rubbed the head against my wet, open pussy.

He began to enter me and I soaked his cock with my pussy juice. It hurt like I was being split open, but it was soooo good! I was quivering and moaning as he picked up speed, slapping against my round ass as he fucked me harder and harder. I'm sure I came on his cock at least twice, but I was still gasping and begging for more.

After what seemed like ages he pulled his cock out of me and I quickly turned around, seeking out his cock with my lips. All I wanted to do was to let him finish in my mouth. He commanded me to open wide, and I obeyed. He pressed the head to my waiting tongue and I looked up at him, our eyes locking, and for a moment I was filled with love for him before his cock throbbed and with a grunt I felt him filling my mouth with warm cum.

I kept my mouth open as he finished, I somehow knew what he wanted, so I waited patiently until he said "good girl, you can finish now," at which point I closed my mouth and swallowed his thick load of cum, the salty tangy flavor hanging in my mouth.

I stared up at Dave, full of admiration at his muscular physique, as he stroked my hair and looked down at me. Finally, he broke the silence by saying "you know, Mark, you make a heck of a girl, this wasn't nearly as weird as I'd expected it to be."

I blinked rapidly as I tried to process everything. "Y-you believe me? You believe I'm Mark?" I stammered out, "and what do you mean by 'expected it to be'?" Mark sat down on the edge of the bed next to me, putting a strong arm over my shoulder as he cuddled me in close and chuckled softly.

"I wasn't really sure what to expect when I came over here," he started to say, "I just knew what that crazy bitch Alexis had said at the bar while you were in the john, so I figured I'd wait and see." 

Looking up at him, I mumbled "she told you what was going to happen? I called her, and she told me if I learn from this I can go back...how could you fuck me?"

Dave looked at me with a confused look on his face, and after a moment he breaks into a smile. "oh, is that what she told you? Well, Mark, my good buddy, I fucked you for all the times you went behind my back with my girlfriends. You didn't think I knew about that, did you? Even Cheryl, and you knew I was serious with her, you couldn't help yourself, you just had to go and tag her, didn't you?"

I sensed Dave's rising anger, when he put a hand under my chin and tilted my face up to his. "Looks like Alexis left out a little piece of information when you talked to her, Mark. She told me that with every sexual act you perform as a woman, you embed the curse and make the change permanent. Every cock you suck or take into your pussy makes you more of a girl, and not just any girl, but a little bimbo slut. Pretty soon you'll forget all about your old life."

I pulled myself away from him, and stood up to run, but he grabbed me by the wrist, and pulled me close. "This can't be happening!" I said as he shushed me gently, kissing my lips. He was laughing as he did it, knowing that he was having an effect on my feminine side again.

He pushed his tongue into my mouth, and I opened my lips and take him in, my hands slowly moving up to rest on his shoulders as he held my hips close to him. I was warm, so very warm, I could feel his hard cock pressing against me and I wanted it so badly.

He pushed me away slightly, and took hold of my face, looking into my eyes intently. After a few moments, he said "Very nice, they actually look a little duller than they did when I first arrived. I think we have the making of a very good little bimbo here. Now, let's get you dressed, we're going to take a little drive."

I was very confused about what's going on...I just didn't understand it all. Dave snapped me out of my daze by slapping my ass, and I quickly went to my dresser and picked out some clothes. I settled on a short black dress with stockings and heels, and Dave told me to forget the bra and grab a nice thong. I was fixing my makeup in the mirror when he came up behind me, pressing his hard cock against my ass. He reached between my legs, sliding his hand up my dress and squeezing my pussy, causing me to close my eyes and moan. When he finally stopped to let me finish getting ready, I slipped on a pair of strappy high heels and trendy sunglasses, and we stepped out of the apartment, Dave's hand on my ass as we get to the sidewalk.

I pulled a cigarette out of my purse, and lit it up. I saw Dave smirking at me out of the corner of my eye, and he said "you look so sexy doing that...and it'll keep you from getting too fat." I didn't know what to say, so I just took it as a compliment and said thanks as I slipped into the seat of his sports car.




Marissa Arrives



As he pulled out into traffic, he put a hand around my neck, and I could feel him playing with my hoop earring in between strokes of my hair. For no particular reason, I glanced over at his crotch, and I could see his cock is bulging fabulously, pulling on the material. I'm fascinated by the image, and I was sure I could see the outline of the head of his cock when he noticed me staring.

"Well, well, well...is the little bitch hungry for more?" he asked as he glanced at me while watching the road. He took his hand from behind my head, and pointed his index finger slowly in front of my face, and I instinctively opened my mouth and began to suck his finger, causing him to murmur, "good girl, let's get you warmed up."

As he drove with me sucking his finger, he started to talk to me and his voice was almost hypnotic. "You enjoyed having my cock in your mouth, didn't you? You want a hard cock to suck, I can tell."

I could feel my pussy getting wet again and as he pulled his finger out of my mouth with a pop, I reached down and massaged his thick cock through his pants. He undid my seatbelt and I leaned over the armrest, eagerly undoing his pants and pulling out his stiff dick. I immediately put the hard tool in my mouth and started sucking while he casually reached over and massages my round ass, dragging his fingers through my crack.

Inside my head I heard a little voice telling me to stop, that I could still be a man again, but his big hands on my ass and his thick cock pushing the back of my throat are making me so blissful and content.

It's only a few minutes of work before I feel his cock throb in my mouth and I know he's getting close. I heard him say "that's it Mark, just a few more blowjobs like this and you be a girl forever, you little slut."

His words excited and panicked me, but I only sucked his cock faster, pumping him into my mouth. He grunted and shoved my head deep down onto his cock, his cum filling my mouth in thick streams as I swallow it greedily.

He let up the pressure but I continued to kiss and lick his spent cock, my lipstick smeared and gooey. He stroked my hair in an almost loving fashion and I felt so safe and warm. I was so happy that I've pleasured my man, my strong man, and I soak in his smell.

After a short while, put his hand under my chin and tilted my face up to his. He gazes deeply into my eyes again and remarked "yes, they are getting a little more glassy. Very soon you're going to be a little airhead who's only concern is where to find the next cock to suck."

I know he's saying something that's probably important, but I just can't seem to concentrate on it right now. I think he's happy because he started to laugh at something, so I giggle along with him. As he started to drive again, I noticed in the mirror that my makeup is a mess, so I got busy reapplying my lipstick and fixing my hair.

We finally stopped and got out at an apartment that I don't recognize. Again as we walk along, Dave put his hand on my ass, his fingertips just under my skirt. When we finally buzzed an apartment, a young woman answered the door. She seemed familiar, but it's not until she looks over to Dave that a flash of recognition highlighted her face.

"Well, Alexis, I'm delivering a package for you, a sexy little bimbo, just as promised. She's on her way to becoming a little cumslut, I don't think Mark can come back any more," he said as we enter the apartment. She took my hand, admiring my face and smiling at me once we are inside, and I wondered if Dave wants to fuck her and I together.

Alexis laughed happily as she stroked my cheek and hair, and she asked "what does little Marissa like more than anything?"

Dave replied "I think Marissa loves to suck cock, swallow cum, and be a bimbo for men...would you like a demonstration?"

Alexis grinned and nodded her approval as Dave slapped my ass to get me to move toward the couch. He pushed me down roughly, but I can see the bulge starting in his pants again, so I knew what he wants from me. He slapped me in the face, just enough to sting, and I rushed to undo his pants. I could hear Alexis laughing as he slapped me again when I didn't move fast enough. Finally I got his gorgeous cock out of his pants, pulling them down with his underwear. I quickly licked the head and stuffed his cock into my mouth, slowly moving back and forth on his shaft.

I felt his hands in my hair, then they gripped my hair as he slowly but firmly forced my mouth deeper on his cock. I felt myself gag as he held me in place, and I tried to relax as he went deeper still. He filled my throat and held me there, my nose pressed to his stomach, spit starting to run down my chin. He pulled me off his cock, and my eyes were watering but I could see Alexis was watching me service him, and she's smiling so I know I'm doing well.

Dave was about to fuck my mouth again when Alexis interrupts. "Wait", she said, putting a hand on Dave's arm, "I want to see something." She led Dave to the other end of the room, his hard cock bobbing in front of him, while I sat alone on the couch.

She turned to me and says, "If you want his cock, if you really want to please him and taste his cum, then come over here and suck his cock." I started to stand to walk over, and she said "No! Bad girl! Bitches have to crawl!" I look nervously between her and Dave, and finally lower myself to my hands and knees. When I looked up I see them both smiling at me, so I knew I had done good and I smiled back as I crawled to Dave's cock.

Dave told me not to use my hands, and I spent the next ten minutes chasing his cock with my mouth, licking his balls, and sucking deeply on the head of his cock before I felt his cock pulsate in my mouth. Dave said he was close, and Alexis asked him if he had used my ass yet. He chuckled and said no, so she put her hands on both of my shoulders, pulled me back off Dave's cock, and then forced my face down into the floor. Dave stepped around quickly and spit on my ass, smudging it around my hole before he shoved his cock into my tight butt.

With a grunt, he said "Fuck! she is so tight!" as I cried out in pain, but still wanting to please him, some part of me thinking how happy he is because of me. He pumped a few hard, quick strokes, slapping against me, before he rammed me deeply, clutching my hips and shooting his cum deep into my ass, holding me still with Alexis leaning on me, keeping me pinned down as well.

I was crying from the pain as he pulled out, despite being so happy, having been able to please him. Alexis let me sit up to a kneeling position, and she moved in front of me, so that she was on one knee, looking me in the eyes, gently shushing me.

Alexis tilted my face up so that we looked in each other's eyes. She seemed so powerful, like she's staring into my soul, then she smiled and tweaked my nose. She looked up at Dave smiling and said "I think he's all gone, but we'll help him along."

Still holding my chin, she reached behind me and slowly shoved two fingers into my tender asshole. I let out a whimper and squirm, and she said "shh, you're so open now, girl, and it's only going to get better." She swirled her fingers around inside me, and I tried to hold in place for her but I was very sore. She finally pulled out her fingers and brought them to my face, slightly cupped. They were shiny and slick from being inside my ass, and she held them inches away my face without saying anything. I looked from her fingers to her face, and then back again, before I opened my mouth and slowly begin to suck on them, which caused her to smile and giggle delightedly. Once I finished, she fingered my ass again, bringing more cum to my lips. As I sucked her fingers and looked into her eyes, she cooed "good girl," which made my pussy ache with pleasure.

After I had finished, she wiped her hand on my cheek and stood. I went to rise as well, but she stood on one of my hands and said "not so fast dear, I have to talk to Dave first." My fingers hurt a bit, but not too much, so I sat with my round bum on my knees, looking up at them as they talked.

After a few moments, Dave reached down and collected my hair into a ponytail off the top of my head, smoothing it as he tucked it into one hand. As Alexis lifted her shoe off my hand, he then pulled hard, and keeping one arm straight, lifting me up until I was standing on my tiptoes, barely touching the ground, my hands desperately trying to hang onto his hand to stop the pain.

As he held me in place, Alexis said "well, you're clearly too stupid to work at Hooters, which is the little temporary job I had lined up for you. No, I'm afraid you're going to have to go straight into porn. I've made contact with some gentlemen who make some very rough pornography, and you are going to be their next darling."

She then moved in closer, and I could barely pay attention as I was so focused on trying to see my ponytail, to stop the pain. "Don't worry, baby doll," she said as she stroked my cheek, "I've made sure you are going to serve nothing but men with big hard cocks. And the best part is that, as your agent, I'll be getting 80 percent of your earnings!"

She laughed as Dave walked me out to the car. I don't really understand math too good, but she did say men with big hard cocks, that made my pussy ache, so I think I'll be happy!



Marissa Awakens



Marissa awoke naked, save her bonds and a blindfold. She knew not where she was or how she got there. She felt some anxiety, but surprisingly, no fear.

A cool damp breeze wafted across her body, raising gooseflesh. It smelled so faintly of decay, you could almost call it musty, and something else, something sweet. It reminded her of jasmine, but not quite.

Although she was still a little groggy she cast out her senses to gain further knowledge of her surroundings. She could hear the faint sound of water drops falling, several seconds apart, somewhere distant. The accompanying echo told her that it originated probably down a long passageway. There was an even fainter sound, more an underlying rumble that suggested the sound of waves. 

She tried to remember back to the night before. She recalled going out alone to a club along the boardwalk. She had been careful. Not having the multi-layered protection of her usual posse of girlfriends she had paid scrupulous attention to her drink. She never left for the dance floor and returned to drink from the same glass. She never accepted a drink from a stranger, but here she was with no memory of how she got here.

She squirmed on the seat to relieve a pressure spot on her bottom. The chair to which she was tied was straight-backed, wooden. The seat and back were covered with a satin-like material. Her wrists and ankles were tied to the arms and legs of the chair with soft line. Her knees were also bound to the chair legs, leaving her legs open and her womanhood exposed. If she hadn't been still under the influence of whatever drug it was she would have felt quite vulnerable.

Another breeze, stronger this time, blew across her flesh. It raised goose flesh again and caused her nipples to harden. The breeze caressed her open slit and she felt...excitement.

"Marissa," she told herself, "Get a grip on yourself. This is no situation to let yourself get aroused."

She felt it anyway. The anxiety that coursed through her body was inlaid with a sense of arousal. She could only guess it was an after-effect of the drug that had allowed her to be brought here.

She heard footsteps. 

Directly in front of her was the unmistakable sound of footfalls. They came from a distance, probably from down the corridor she'd sensed earlier.  Her breathing and heart rate increased. They came closer, rhythmic, unhurried, and steady. She felt a tingling between her thighs.

The steps came closer.  She braced for what may be coming. They came closer still. She could taste fear in her mouth. Whoever it was, however, passed on by with not so much as a break in stride. She felt slightly, inexplicably, disappointed.

This perplexed her. She considered calling out, but thought wiser of it. She listened for anything else. She heard more footsteps.

This time she could sense two distinct sets of footsteps, one sure and one uneven, like an old man. They came closer and split to go both sides of her and continued on. A satiny fabric brushed across her right breast and shoulder. It sent a shudder through her body that rippled from her shoulder to between her legs.

Minutes passed by, but they felt like hours before she heard a new set of footsteps. These were less purposeful, more hesitant. The stride was uneven as if one leg was lame. Slowly, tentatively they approached closer. Whoever it was walked up and stood in front of her. She heard the rustle of fabric. She smelled jasmine again and some other sweet scent. She could hear ragged breathing.

She wasn't sure, but thought she could hear a rhythmic rubbing sound. The thought occurred to her that there was a man in front of her and he was masturbating. Still feeling the effects of the drug, it excited her in a perverse sort of way. She heard more footsteps. She heard a rustle of cloth again and the person in front of her left hurriedly. She heard his footfalls pad down the corridor.

Two individuals walked up to her. She couldn't be sure but thought they might be the two from before. She thought she recognized the one sure and one uneven footstep from before. They came to a halt in front of her.

She felt calloused hands on her breasts. They were kneaded, lifted up, and her nipples pinched. The pressure stopped just short of causing pain. The hand reached between her thighs and spread her lips. She felt a moistness start to form.

She gasped and called out, "Who are you? What do you want with me?"

The hand left from between her legs. Neither of the two said anything. They left as wordlessly as they had come.

Shortly, she heard footsteps behind her. The one from earlier that had left in a hurry was coming back. He, for she thought it was a man, came up behind her. She heard the rustle of fabric again. Something stiff rubbed across the top her hand where it was tied to the chair. She was sure it was a penis. She clenched her hands in surprise. 

She tried again, "Who are you? What do you want with me?" 

This time she was answered with a. "Shhh!"

The stiff object was rubbed up her arm and into her breast. She could feel a moist heat and smelled a musky smell. A hand rubbed up her thigh and onto her vagina. She jumped as the finger penetrated her.

A man's voice in her ear said, "You're not supposed to be here. They grabbed the wrong girl. They are deciding what to do with you. You won't do. You won't do at all." 

She smelled exotic spices on his breath. She responded, "What do you mean? 

"Be quiet. The less you know the better," he said.

"Sit here and say nothing. Learn nothing. Remember nothing. Your life depends on that."

She felt his hands on her head turning her to the right and pulling her head down. A hard cock pressed against her lips. 

"Make me happy. I get a vote on your fate." He whispered.

He pressed harder against her lips and she couldn't resist the pressure. She didn't want to resist the pressure. He pressed into her mouth and she tasted his cock on her tongue. It tasted slightly of salt and musk. A satin fabric rubbed on her shoulders and breasts.  One hand pressed on the back of her head as he thrust into her. Another hand roughly massaged her breasts. It moved down across her stomach and into her vagina. His stomach pressed into her forehead as he continued to thrust. She felt more aroused than she had ever been before.

Despite the outrage she should have felt at this violation, she couldn't help the arousal that was building in her and spreading throughout her body. She felt herself getting wetter the more he thrust his fingers into her. Her arousal built to a crescendo. His cock thrust deeper and more quickly into her mouth. 

She stopped being passive and actively sucked his cock into her mouth. Her tongue ran up the underside of his penis. She pushed her head forward to force his cock down her throat.

She heard a grunt and a strangled cry. His cock exploded into her mouth. She came at the same moment. She swallowed as much of his cum as she could. Some escaped and dribbled down her chin and onto her breast. She felt his shudders as he finished his orgasm. Tremors of her own orgasm coursed through her body.

He withdrew his cock from her mouth and his fingers from her vagina. She felt a cloth wipe across her chin and breast. She heard the rustle of cloth as she supposed he readjusted his garments. A cup was pressed to her lips. She drank in the liquid.

She felt hot breath on her neck and the voice said, "Remember what I said. Keep quiet. Learn nothing. Your life depends on it."

With that, she heard him move down the hall and away. She fell into a deep slumber.

Marissa awoke standing up. She was still blindfolded and mostly naked, but now her hands were chained to the four corners of some sort of framework. Leather cuffs, lined with what felt like shearling were around her wrists and ankles. Some sort of leather girdle or bustier was wrapped around her waist and also chained to the framework, supporting the majority of her weight. Her arms and legs were held apart. A thin, very light fabric covered her. She tried to feign sleep to learn all she could.

An old rheumy voice spoke out, "Wake up young lady. Do not pretend to sleep. The drug you were given was timed very precisely."

Marissa raised her head and spoke, "Who are you? Why am I here? What do you want with me?"

The gravelly voice sounded out again, "You are allowed no questions young lady. Your being here is a mistake. We have decided to release you."

"Before we release you we want you to know we meant you no harm. It was an unfortunate accident that caused you to be brought here. You have our deepest apologies."

She heard several people rise and walk away. Then she felt several sets of hands roaming over her body. Some fondled her breasts.  Others trailed up her legs and into her slit. Yet others grasped and kneaded her bottom. She strained against her bonds as fingers pushed eagerly into her pussy. Others, slightly lubricated, inserted themselves singly into her rectum. She felt a need growing in her. She tried to push herself down onto the fingers but the harness held her firmly in place.

Satiny material rubbed against her body. The material parted and she could feel hard male bodies pressed against her front, back, and sides. She rubbed back against them as much as her bonds would allow. She became wetter than she had ever been before. So much that it leaked down her thighs.

They kept her right on the edge of an orgasm. The fondling seemed to go on for hours. Finally, their attention was too much.  She cried out as the sensations overwhelmed her and drove her to a massive orgasm. She felt a sharp pinch on her bottom and spreading warmth as blackness overtook her.

Marisa awoke again, this time with no blindfold and no bonds. She was in her own hotel room in her own bed.  She arose and looked around. Everything was where she had left it. Could it all have been a dream? On the nightstand, however, was a large roll of twenty-dollar bills wrapped with a red satin ribbon.

She lay back on her bed and dropped off to sleep with a smile on her face.