11 comments/ 41695 views/ 19 favorites The Hard Hit By: Mr_Owlow This is a story inspired by Virgil_Assad's Crime Doesn't Pay, and is a forced feminization story told from the male dominant's point of view. My thanks to Maddirose for her helpful edit. ****** I jimmied open the window without leaving a single scratch, took a deep breath of the balmy LA night air and made my way silently inside. I had watched my target the entire day and knew he had gone to bed upstairs an hour ago, and his bedroom had been dark for 20 minutes. I pulled out my needle kit and readied the sedative and checked my silenced pistol one last time. I prefer to kill with as little pain or mess as possible, so my method is to put my victims under with the sedative and then suffocate them before disposing of the body without a trace. The gun is just in case of complications. I had cased the place for three days and this was the first night the target was alone in the house; he had been with his fiancée the nights before but they had had a big fight and broke up with her earlier in the day. She was the entire reason he had to die; he was an accountant for a Japanese crime syndicate and she was a gold digger who targeted him and convinced him to start skimming, to provide for her extravagant lifestyle. He's 26 and a shy math-wiz, and made a perfect target for her, much younger and more attractive than the producers and execs she normally went after. The fiancée, Amber, was a curvy blonde with a pixie-cut, really hot and kind of slutty, totally out of his league. From what I heard on the bug I planted, she had wanted him to transfer almost all of the money to her account instead of him paying for everything she wanted, like he did at the time. He had finally caught on to the fact that she was just using him until she had what she wanted and would leave him to find some other poor sap, so he grew a spine and dumped her. I'm not Japanese myself; I'm just a contract killer they bring in when they need someone without connections to the syndicate, as in this case when the target is the bastard son of one of the bosses. I used to be in the army, but during my fourth tour a frag grenade exploded behind me, leaving my back riddled with shrapnel. After a series of surgeries in the military hospital in Germany I was fully recovered, but I had had enough and was honorably discharged with a purple heart and a bronze star. Back in the states, I got a degree in pharmaceuticals and got hired as a travelling sales rep, but that was just my cover. You see, just after I got home I visited an old army buddy in San Francisco, and after a night of heavy drinking he confessed what his new line of work was; killing for money. Instead of being horrified I asked him what it paid, and when he told me I asked where I could sign up. That was eight years ago and I'm now 35, living in Sausalito, just north of the Golden Gate. I made my way up the stairs and into the bedroom. To my surprise the target was sleeping naked on his stomach; the covers had slipped off so they only covered his legs and, damn, he had a really round, girly ass, and a slender body. I felt my cock stir unexpectedly in my pants, I've never felt any attraction to a guy before, but I was a definite ass man, and this was one of the finest I've ever seen. I bent down and took a closer look at his face, I had studied it before of course to make sure I had the right guy, but that was clinical. Now I saw it for what it was; a soft, almost effeminate face, even for a Japanese man, but maybe that was because his mother was Brazilian. I found myself thinking that with a bit of makeup he would be very passable, even pretty. Why the fuck was I thinking like this? I should just inject him and be done with it. But then he made a little sound in his sleep and arched his back and shimmied with his hips, I guess he had a hot dream and needed to rearrange himself, and it looked so hot I almost moaned out loud. Fuck it. I put my needle away and hunched down so I was face to face with him and shook his shoulder to wake him up as I lit the bedside lamp. He groaned and opened his eyes and when he saw me he took a deep breath to scream, but I shook my head and shushed him. He had really big, dark almond-shaped eyes, very pretty. I quietly said, "My code name is Mister Gray, do you know who I am?" He nodded. "Do you know the reason why I'm here?" "You..." he cleared his throat, "You are here to kill me because I stole from the bosses." A single tear rolled down his smooth cheek. "I'm here to recover what I can of the 2.7 mil you stole and make you disappear for good. I might be convinced to spare your life though, if you do everything I tell you to do." I removed my glove, wiped his tear with my finger and then ran it gently down his spine to his ass which I cupped, leaving little doubt as to what I wanted him for. His skin was soft and smooth under my hand and his ass filled my hand just right. His eyes got even bigger, if that was possible, and I could see a wide range of emotions playing over his face. He opened his mouth to give a quick reply, my guess would be an outraged NO, but he closed his mouth again and seemed to consider it. No doubt he knew my reputation, I always made my target disappear, no matter how well protected or powerful they were, and he must have known he didn't stand a chance in a physical confrontation. In a small voice he asked, "What would I have to do?" "As I said, anything I tell you to do, starting with standing up and showing me your body." He blushed furiously but nodded and stood up before me, his hands trying to cover up his nakedness and his eyes downcast but glancing up at me once in a while. "Don't be shy, hands by your sides and straighten your back." I turned on the overhead light and looked him over. His body was mostly hairless, and he was slender, with wide hips for a man, and a smallish cock hanging half-limp between his thighs. His skin was a golden tan with very few blemishes, just a few small moles. "Turn around, place your hands on the nightstand and arch your back for me, show me your pretty butt." He opened his mouth a few times to protest but then thought better of it and did as he was told and put his wonderful ass on display for me. It was turning me on like crazy, ordering this effeminate man around, and as I looked at his ass and adjusted my rock hard cock in my pants I decided I needed to take this much further. I looked around the room and saw the two bureaus standing opposite the bed. I told him to keep his position and walked over and opened a drawer in each. The left one was obviously his ex-fiancée's and I quickly rifled through it. I returned to him and told him, "Put these on," and handed him a pair of white hipster panties, a silky, lacy cream colored top and a tube of pale pink lipstick. "What the... How far are you going to take this?" he asked, finally daring to speak up. "I won't do anything that will hurt you, but we will be spending the night here, with you being compliant and open minded, or else you will feel a needle prick, go to sleep and never wake up. Now put on the clothes and lipstick." "OK, I'll do it. Please don't use the needle, I know I was unbelievably stupid when I stole from the Yakuza, but I don't wanna die because of it." I nodded and watched him expectantly. He put the things down on the nightstand started with the panties, bending over and pulling them up with his back to me. The way he shimmied his hips as he pulled the tight garment over his hips and how the white panties hugged his ass brought out the shape even more was really hot. He pulled on the top next; it was slightly loose around his body and stopped about two inches above the panties, showing a little bit of skin. He walked over to the mirror and applied the lipstick, and then came and stood in front of me. "Wow, you make a pretty girl! Such a pretty girl should have a pretty name, don't you think? How about Naomi? Doesn't that mean true beauty in Japanese?" "Yes, sort of, I like it. Um, thank you Mister Gray, for calling me pretty." "You're welcome Naomi, and you can call me David, Mister Gray is just an alias. Now that you look like a girl I think you should speak like one to, don't you agree?" He swallowed nervously and after a bit of hesitation he answered, in a brighter voice, "Yes David, I'll try my best." It wasn't really convincing, but such a turn-on nonetheless. "I've always liked taking pictures, and you make such a pretty subject, so why don't you pose for me?" I asked and fished my camera, a Sony RX1, out of my pocket. "You want to photo me like this!? What if somebody I know sees the pictures?" "It would be just for me, and anyway, you can never see any of your friends again, you are supposed to be dead, remember? Now take the same pose as before but look back at me over your shoulder, Naomi." I could see the hesitation playing over his face but then he let out a little sigh, and seemed to resign himself to his fate. He stood with his feet shoulders width apart, rested his hands on the nightstand and looked at me and asked, "Like this?" "Almost, arch your back a bit more, stand on your toes, and pout your pretty pink lips a bit," click, click, "Oh, that is perfect, you look really sexy, now give me a smile, good," snap, click. We went through pose after pose, and I was really enjoying myself, and I think he was too, the bulge in his panties became more noticeable as he continued showing his body for me and his smile seemed much less fake than in the beginning. I got more hands on as we progressed, his body was just so tempting and it was easier to get him into the poses that I wanted. When he was kneeling on the bed with his ass in the air I couldn't resist and grabbed a cheek with each hand and squeezed and massaged, and Naomi moaned and pushed back. "You like this, don't you?" I asked, my hands still on him. "Umm, yeah, it feels nice." He turned red in embarrassment. I walked around the bed so I was in front of him and said, "It's really turning me on too, and I want you to help me with that. Do you want to?" I asked as I opened my belt and unzipped my trousers. I pulled my cock out of my boxers and stroked it slowly, as Naomi looked on, wide-eyed. "Uh, I don't know, I'm not, I..." he stammered, but he still couldn't take his eyes of my dick, and he still used his feminine voice, now breathy and hot. "I think you do want it, I think you like being dressed like this, to submit control like this, to feel beautiful. I don't want to rape you, or force you, so if you refuse we can continue to play dress up for a few hours, then you will transfer all of the money that is left to the Yakuza and go into hiding, trying your luck somewhere else." I caressed his cheek down to his jaw and lifted his face so that he was looking into my eyes. I rubbed my thumb gently along his lower lip, and continued, "Or you can say yes; you'll still have to give back the money and leave the city, but I'll let you keep five grand as a thank you, and you will have broadened both of our horizons." I looked into Naomi's eyes and saw the emotions coursing through him, and then he looked down at my cock again and leaned forward and took the head into his mouth and I had my answer. That soft, pretty mouth wrapped around my fat cockhead felt incredible, the strong suction and the way his tongue rubbed against that sensitive spot just below the opening, it made my knees go weak. I wanted to grab hold of his head and just thrust until I came, but I knew it was important to let him explore on his own. I'm pretty happy with my dick, it's about seven inches but pretty thick, and the head is really big, and some girls have had some trouble with it. Tonight, because I had been hard for so long and the situation was so fucking hot, my cock was even fatter than normal and Naomi was gagging a bit when it nudged the back of his throat. "That feels so good Naomi, just take it easy and take as much as you want, you can stroke the rest with your hand. You look so fucking sexy with those big eyes looking up at me and those pretty pink lips wrapped around my shaft." I ran my hand along his neck as his head bobbed up and down, continued down along his sides to his waist, and he felt just like a woman under my hands. I slid my hands back up along his front and found his nipples under the silky material and started playing with them. This made Naomi moan around my cock and start sucking even more intensely, the head of my cock bumping against the back of his throat on each down stroke. I hadn't cummed for three days before this, so I felt confident I could get it up again later, and decided to stop holding back. "Naomi, I can't hold back any more, I'm gonna cum. Oh, fuck! I'm gonna cum right in your mouth, would you like that?" Naomi nodded and made a muffled moan, and I asked, "Are you gonna be a good girl and swallow my, mmmh, thick load?" He nodded vigorously and gave the spot just under the opening a flickering lick and I felt my balls draw up against my body. I gave a loud groan and came hard as wrapped my fingers in his hair, pumping my thick seed again and again into his welcoming mouth. I had never ever cummed so hard from a blowjob before, it just went on and on, Naomi just sucked and swallowed until it felt like my balls were completely drained, until the pleasure almost turned painful and I had to pull out. I was breathing hard as I looked down at Naomi and he smiled up at me and licked a fleck of white from the corner of his mouth sexily. I pulled him up to me and to both of our surprise, started kissing him passionately as my hands roamed his body. As one hand wound up on his wonderful ass, the other snaked down into his white panties as I decided that I wanted to repay him for the pleasure he gave me. I started rubbing my hand up and down the underside of his shaft, not really jerking him; it was more like I was rubbing his pussy, his clit, as I kissed his girly lips and massaged his round ass. He was moaning into my mouth as he kissed me hungrily, and then my finger found its way into his crack and rubbed against his tight opening. Naomi shuddered and gasped as he came into my hand, his arms clutching around my neck to keep upright. I gave him a kiss on his long neck and then held up my cum-filled hand and said, "Good girls should clean up their messes, don't you think?" Naomi nodded and started licking and slurping up the pearly liquid, sucking each of my fingers clean. Suddenly, I could see Naomi realize what he was doing; his eyes widened and a blush crept over his cheeks, and then he said, "That was, um, intense. What now?" "Well, I think we'll start with taking care of business, let's go to your computer and arrange the transfers, and then we can explore your ex's closet a bit more." The transfer went smoothly, and afterwards I closed all his accounts, destroyed all of his identification, his bank cards, everything that could leave a paper trail, and Naomi helped me. He understood that even though I had decided to spare his life, the Yakuza hadn't, and he could never ever go back to his old life, they were so powerful and far reaching that he would never be safe if he did. Afterwards, he showed me to his ex's closet, and it was like hitting the jackpot. There were so many different outfits, some formal, some girly, some sexy and some downright slutty. There was even a long, wavy brunette wig. Naomi explained that his ex used it when she went to auditions sometimes, being a budding actress and all, and I knew Naomi would be wearing it soon. "Naomi, I want to take more pictures of you, but you are a bit too hairy to look completely feminine, so I want you to go into the bathroom and get rid of all your body hair. I'm sure Amber has some hair remover or something like that you can use, and use her soaps and lotion and perfume, I want you smelling like a real girl." "Okay, I'll do my best. What else are you going to do to me, David?" He sounded nervous, and I could guess why; he was afraid of losing his second virginity. "I don't know, baby. I'm playing this by ear; I'll find something in here for you to wear, then we'll take some pictures and when we get too hot we'll do something to remedy that." I wanted to leave him with some hope that he would make it through this night with his ass intact, I wanted to build it up until he wanted it himself, until he asked for it. He nodded and with a strange little smile he went into the bathroom. I started looking through the clothes and things and after maybe 15 minutes I had put together an outfit I would love to tear off a lover. I have never really gotten the whole schoolgirl thing, or the overly slutty look, my thing was always unattainable women, and for someone like me, who grew up poor but close to wealth, a high class beauty was the ultimate in sexy. I found a slinky, expensive-looking dark red dress, a black bustier with attached garters, black thong panties, and sheer black stockings. I found a pair of heels to match the dress, but had little hope that they would fit as they looked petite. I carried the clothes into the bathroom, there was a faint chemical smell in the air from the hair remover, mixed with the more pleasant scents coming from the shower. I placed the clothes along with the wig on the vanity in the bathroom and called to Naomi, "Put on what you find out here and come join me in the living room, okay?" "Sure, David, anything you want." ****** I was blown away by how beautiful she looked when she walked through the door to the living room. I was sitting on the couch with some music on, drinking a scotch, my shoulder holster and jacket hanging over a nearby chair. I knew it was careless to be unarmed, but I wanted Naomi to feel comfortable, and strangely I trusted him. I was thinking that it was taking a very long time, but when she entered it was definitely worth it. It was very hard to see anything other than a lady, and I decided I would treat her like one. Naomi had not only put on the clothes and wig, but had taken time to put on makeup as well. It wasn't flawless, but good for a first attempt; not garish or slutty, and to me it looked perfect. I just sat looking at her with a stupid grin on my face, and Naomi smiled back at me, and then did a slow spin. The dress was knee length, had very little in the way of cleavage, but the cups of the bustier created the illusion of breasts underneath. The dress plunged down in the back instead, showing of her shoulders, and managed to be both clingy and flowing at the same time. The heels were on her feet, to my surprise, and they made her legs in their shiny stockings look curvier, and gave a perfect lift to her ass. When she faced me again she asked, "I take it you like it?" "You look... Goddamn, you're beautiful!" Naomi smiled and blushed and said, "Thank you! I feel, I don't know, different, attractive, the way you are looking at me makes me feel wanted in a way I've never felt, and the clothes feel so good against my bare skin." "Well, you are very desirable, I don't think I've ever felt a stronger attraction to a girl. Would my lady like something to drink before her photo-shoot?" "Oh, that would be nice, sir. Some red wine would be great. There is a $1000 bottle in the wine fridge I was saving for mine and Amber's anniversary, but now we can use it to celebrate the end of the old me." I agreed, knocked back the last of the Laphroaig, savoring the burn and the intense smokiness, and went to fetch the wine and two glasses. I looked over the 20 or so bottles and called out, "Which one is it?" "It's the Château Margaux '05, white label with gold writing." The way she said the name of the wine, with a perfect French accent, was really sexy, and I hoped she could really speak French, that language is such a turn-on. I uncorked the bottle, poured two crystal wine tumblers, and headed back to the living room. When I handed her one of the tumblers I noticed that she had painted her nails a deep red to match the dress, which I thought was a nice touch. Naomi thanked me, and we said cheers and clinked our glasses together, and drank. Naomi drank down her entire glass in one long swallow, and when she brought the glass down from her full lips I refilled it without asking. She took another long swallow, and then asked, "So, how do you want me?" The Hard Hit Ch. 02 I woke up with a bladder ready to burst, so I got up from bed, careful not to wake Naomi, and hurried into the bathroom. As the relief flowed through me I suddenly realized just how fucking monumental last night had been; not only did I have my first arguably gay experience, I had saved the very person a powerful and dangerous organization had paid me to kill. Sure, I had taken a price for my mercy, his transformation into Naomi, her mouth and later her ass, but she had enjoyed it just as much as me, so I didn't feel that bad about it. Now I was forever responsible for her safekeeping, because if they ever found out (s)he's alive I'd be dead as well. Strangely though, I didn't regret it, I knew Naomi was a good person born into that world, and even the thing that landed her in my crosshairs was an act prompted by misguided love. As I thought back I also realized that I didn't mind at all that she had a cock, in fact it was a real turn-on. It was a pretty little thing, it meant I could always fuck her tight butt, no periods and hormonal mood swings, and there was no way she could fake an orgasm. I had finished pissing and found myself getting hard at the thoughts I was having, so I wiped, flushed, washed my hands and went back into the bedroom. Naomi was stirring on the bed and had rolled onto her back. Her cream-colored silk nightie had shifted to reveal her lacy baby blue panties. She was looking so sexy; I just had to have her again. I needed to be inside her ass so bad, and I didn't want to pause when we got going, so I coated my cock with lube from my bedside table. I got in bed again from my side and rolled my naked body close, so I was on my side, pressed against her. I ran my hand from her hip up her side until I reached her face and turned it towards me. I kissed her on her lips and she started kissing me back, then her eyes fluttered open. She pulled back in surprise as our eyes met, then she smiled and gave me a quick peck on the lips. I smiled back and said, "Good morning, Beautiful. Did you sleep well?" "Yeah, I felt so safe and protected, being your little spoon. I still can't believe it felt so natural to me, what we did last night." She even remembered to speak in her feminine voice, I guess the silk against her body and my presence was enough to remind her to fall into that mindset. "It felt just right for me too, and seeing you, feeling you in this sexy little nightie makes me want you again and again." I leaned in for a deep kiss as my hand traveled down her body and squeezed her ass. She moaned into my mouth as our tongues danced and I rolled on top of her. She ran her hands through my short hair and wrapped her legs around my body. I ground my fat cock against her panty-covered little cock and balls and we both moaned and panted. I couldn't take it anymore, I sat back on my haunches and pulled her panties up off her legs, lifted her by the hips so that she was jackknifed, almost inverted, and buried my face in her sexy ass. Naomi let out a surprised yelp and then started moaning as I ate her out with gusto. I licked her entire crack in long licks, up over her balls, and up to her cock head, where I swirled my tongue before starting my travel down again. After a few journeys back and forth I settled in on her asshole where I switched between swirling and lapping with my tongue around the edge and trying to work my tongue as deeply inside as I could. As I ate her out I looked down over her body, where her hands were playing with her nipples, and straight into her eyes, and she looked back at me with such desire. We held our gazes as I ate her out until I felt her relax around my tongue. I lowered her hips and leaned up and kissed her hungrily, and then I put her ankles on my shoulders and pushed myself into her incredibly tight ass in one slow, smooth movement. Naomi groaned at the sudden intrusion and said in a moan, "Oh fuck, you are so thick, take it slow, but, mmmh, don't stop babe." "I won't. God, you are so fucking tight and slick and warm around my cock, I've never felt anything this good!" I pulled out until my thick cockhead caught on the inside of her rim and pushed myself deep again, just a little bit faster. I angled my thrusts so that my cock pushed upwards, towards her prostate and that really set Naomi off. She was moaning and whimpering and shuddering and the head of her cocklette was leaking precum onto her flat, sexy stomach. I started fucking her harder and harder, and all of a sudden her back arched and she came hard, squirting jet after jet all over herself as she screamed out her pleasure. It looked so fucking sexy, and the way her ass convulsed around my shaft had me right on the edge, but her cock stayed hard and I wanted to see if I could get her to cum again. I don't know where I found the strength to hold back, but I managed, and as soon as her ass stopped gripping me like a vice I started fucking her again. Now that she was relaxed I could go even faster and harder, my upper thighs slapping into her ass loudly each thrust. Naomi couldn't really talk, her head just rolled from side to side as she moaned and gasped and whimpered. I could feel myself getting closer and closer, so I started rubbing the underside of her little dick with my thumb like I would a girl's clit, focusing on that sensitive spot below the head. After a few more thrusts I felt her ass clamp down on me and that pushed me over the edge. I came so hard in her ass as I felt her body convulse and watched her face contort in pleasure and her dick squirting jets of semi-clear cum onto her belly. After I caught my breath I leaned down and kissed her deeply, then I pulled out my wilting cock and rolled off her and lay down beside her. She snuggled up next to me and we laid there relaxing as our pulses returned to normal. "That was fucking awesome! I love your cock inside of me, it just rubs all the right places, and it hurts so good going in. I didn't even know I could cum twice in a row like that, did you?" Naomi asked. I kissed her forehead and then said, "I just wanted to go for as long as possible, and if I could I'd stay inside you all day. When you didn't go soft after you came I figured you had more in you." We lay together for a few more minutes and then got up and showered together. I washed her body and she washed mine, it was nice and sensual, but didn't lead to more sex. As we were drying off I remembered something I really should have asked before inviting a new girl to move in with me, "Hey, do you like dogs? You're not allergic or anything?" "No, we had a terrier when I was little, I love dogs. Why do you ask? Do you have one?" "Yeah, Cody, he's a Labrador and German shepherd mix. He's at a neighbor's house right now. I'm sorry I forgot to ask last night, but there was a lot going on then." "Yeah, there was. Thank you for not killing me, and for showing me this side of my self, by the way." "You're welcome. I would lie if I said it was entirely unselfish, you just looked so sexy sleeping on your belly, that it took me out of the moment. I'm glad you enjoyed it too, because if you are going to stay in this country, at least in a city of any size, you will have to stay like this." We had moved into the bedroom and I was putting on clothes while Naomi went through the bag of her ex's old clothes. "Yeah, I know, and I think I'm okay with that. I feel really at home in these clothes, and I love the way you look at me dressed. These jeans won't work though, Amber was taller and had wider hips, and the bras feel very empty, she was a D-cup after all." "After we get Cody and go for a walk with him we can go shopping. Skip the bra and put on some leggings and a skirt, that should work." Naomi took off the bra and ran her hands over her chest. "I do need to fill out a bit up here, it doesn't look very feminine, does it?" "No, but I don't mind much, you have a pretty face and a spectacular ass, and that is the most important for me. It would be nice with some pretty b-cups to play with though, and to fill out your tops." She thought for a while and then said, "Yeah, I think I would like that. Maybe I should get implants? Or hormones, isn't that what they, um, we do?" "Yes, I could get some from work, I supply a few clinics in the city, and I could ask one of the doctors for dosages. Surgery seems more difficult, they would want insurance paperwork, your ID, or a big payoff to look the other way." Naomi nodded in agreement and then asked, "So you do something other than, um, contracts for work?" Naomi was fully dressed now and we headed out the door as I answered, "I work for a big pharmaceutical company in sales. I only do maybe six to twelve hits per year. That's one more thing I forgot to tell you last night. I have it as a day job to keep up appearances, and it gives me access to drugs that help me take out my targets with a minimum amount of pain." As we picked up my big yellow dog from Mrs. Niedermeyer and went on a walk we got to know each other better, and played fetch with Cody in a park. Naomi was an instant hit with him, and vice versa. I already knew a lot about Naomi from my surveillance and research, but I learned a lot more; she grew up raised by her single mother, and met her yakuza father sporadically, she had a hard time fitting in at school as a young boy, she's a big gamer, and is really into crime novels. I filled her in on how I wound up in my line of work after leaving the military. I explained that although my profession might suggest it, I am not a sociopath, I am just very good at compartmentalization, and have had several functional relationships over the years. I told her about growing up in a wealthy household, as the child of the live-in butler, living so close to wealth while being pretty poor. When we got back I let Cody out back and we got into my car to head into the city. During the drive Naomi borrowed my cell and looked up the best place for getting breast forms and some advice on makeup. She found a few places around Castro, so we headed there and found parking. I've never spent that much time in that part of town, the gay village as it is sometimes called, but then again, I've always considered myself straight up until this point. It seemed like a normal neighborhood, a lot of rainbow flags though, and a few gay and lesbian couples holding hands or kissing. We found the shop Naomi had looked up and walked in. It looked like a clothes and lingerie shop, and we were greeted by a pretty convincing transsexual, though the shoulders and brow gave her away. "Welcome to Transcendent, how may I help this lovely couple?" She said, in a deep, yet feminine voice. According to nametag her name was Gloria. Naomi answered, "Hi, I'm pretty new to all of this", she pointed to her dress and top, "and need some breast forms and some bras to go with them, and clothes that fit me a bit better." I was surprised by how confident and at ease she sounded; when I had followed him around in preparation of the kill he always acted very timid and deferred to his girlfriend a lot during interactions with strangers. Gloria nodded and as she led us down to the back she asked if Naomi wanted them to be glue-on or be held by a bra. They discussed the pro's and con's of the different models as I stood there feeling a bit out of place, but then Naomi asked to try them on and I was asked to judge which pair would be best. Looking at someone try on breasts was a bit strange but sexy, and when I was asked to feel for how real they felt I almost tore the rest of Naomi's clothes off and took her right there. We landed on a pair of glue-on breast forms that looked and felt just like the real thing, and made Naomi look so damn sexy. After that we picked out some lingerie and clothes that fit better, and continued on. We shopped for a lot of clothes, went from store to store, and then we found a makeup place that advertised that they did makeovers and tutorials, so we stepped in there. ..... The makeup girl said that it would take an hour for her to teach Naomi how to apply makeup and then another half hour to cut her hair. As much as I liked spending time with my new girl, the thought of hovering around while they talked makeup for that long seemed very boring so I headed out the door. Just outside I noticed a man standing, looking in at Naomi, and just as I glanced at him the wind blew his jacket open a bit and the grip of a gun glinted at me. I surreptitiously studied his face, I recognized him vaguely from a hit years ago, and hadn't I seen him in L.A, close to Naomi's house? Fuck, fuck, fuck, they must have double booked the hit, and he had followed us here. What the fuck should I do? I had to somehow get him, and not only kill him, but find out if he had told anyone what I had done, and I stupidly left my gun in the car, though I had a knife on the Leatherman in my pocket. I started casually walking down the sidewalk towards him, readying myself, and just as I passed I sunk my blade into a nerve cluster in his back, making his body seize, and as he arched his back and let out a strangled groan I quickly took his gun, tucked away my knife and held my hand against the wound, pushed the gun into his side and said, "Are you alright, sir?", then I lowered my voice and said, "Come with me and do not make a scene, I already have your gun, and I can easily kill you." He nodded and I led him down into a back alley and pulled out my knife again. "Were you hired by the Yakuza to kill the accountant?" He nodded. "Have you informed anyone of my actions?" With a coarse whisper he answered, "No, I wanted to kill the both of you and get a bigger payout." I nodded and stabbed my knife right up into his brain through the temple, and watched as the life left his eyes and he sunk to the ground. My hand was slick with blood as I pulled the knife out again, so I folded my jacket over my hand and arm as I left the alley. As I walked away I felt the shakes and slight nausea from coming off of my adrenaline rush and I let out a deep shuddering breath. I thought to myself, 'Okay, if I can just get rid of this knife, jacket and the blood on my hands I should be all right, there is nothing else linking me to that man'. I walked for a while, until I saw a hardware store and stepped inside. I bought a plastic PET bucket, a bottle of hydrofluoric acid, some plastic bags, that strong kind of soap with grains of what feels like sand in it, and asked to use their bathroom. Once in the bathroom I put the jacket, gun and knife into a bag and started vigorously washing my hands and arms, the granules scratching at my skin, taking all the evidence away. I washed three times just to make sure, and then I headed out the door, and went to my car. I drove to an industrial area where I knew there was an abandoned factory. I picked the padlock with the kit I luckily keep in my car, and made my way inside. I found a good, hidden place and put the bag with the bloody things in the bucket and emptied the bottle of acid over it. The acid would eat it all up and leave nothing identifiable behind. I couldn't stand the smell for long, so I locked the padlock behind me and headed into town again. I parked the car in the same spot as before, and sat trying to decide what to tell Naomi when she got back, and I was still thinking when she returned. She looked absolutely beautiful, and sexy and so very happy, and I just couldn't bring her down, so I put on a smile and said, "Hi babe, you look beautiful, ready to go home?" She smiled back at me and answered, "Yeah, I'm starving, lets get some take out and head home." As we drove she chatted away, and I tried to keep up, but that pained expression on our would-be assassin's face as I pulled the knife from his back, and the life leaving his eyes as I stabbed his temple played over and over in my head. I hadn't killed anyone in a bloody way for a long, long time, and I felt it even more because it wasn't planned, and I wasn't mentally prepared. But more than that, the thought of him killing Naomi was haunting me. After we had picked up the food she noticed, and asked, "Is something wrong? You seem far away, sad, has something happened?" "Yeah, I guess you could say that. I just killed a man, I didn't even know his name." "Oh my God! Why? Was that why there was cop cars pulling up close to the makeup parlor?" "Yeah... The Yakuza had double booked your hit, and he followed us from L.A." Naomi looked over her shoulder scared, and asked, "Are we safe?" "Yes, we are. I asked him before I killed him, and he hadn't told any one." Naomi sat quiet for a little while, and then she laced her fingers with mine, pulled my hand to her mouth and kissed it. She said, "I can't believe you killed someone to protect me, I don't think anyone has ever cared enough about me to do something like that." She leaned her head against my shoulder and continued holding my hand. I almost said that I did it to protect the both of us, but I stopped myself, I realized that I would have killed to save her even if I wasn't at risk as well. I mimicked her move as I drove on, and kissed the back of her hand as well. The Hard Hit "Well, now that you are so prettily made up, I want to start with focusing on your face and those red lips." I picked up my camera and aimed it at her and started directing her. "Give me a smile. Good, now tilt your head down and look up at me. Perfect. Head away and up, show me your long neck. Drink your wine and look at me over the edge, now pull your lower lip down a bit with the rim, oh, very sexy." I remembered seeing some strawberries in the fridge and went to fetch them while Naomi emptied the bottle into her tumbler and sipped her wine. I placed the bowl on the living room table and handed Naomi the biggest strawberry and said, "Here, put this between your lips. Nice. Imagine that you are back on your knees in the bedroom again. That is perfect, oh, I like the tongue-play. Now swallow it." "Was that good?" Naomi asked. "Yeah, it looked really hot," I answered, and showed her on the screen. "Oh, wow! I look sexy, I don't really get that it's me." "It's the new you. Do you want to see how your body looks?" "Yeah. Which pose?" "Let's start with you standing sideways, turning towards me, that way we get your round ass in profile and your pretty face in the same shot. Very good, but arch your back a bit more, good. Sit on that barstool with your legs crossed and hands on your knees, like a pin-up. Shift your dress so the stocking top shows through the slit. Yummy. Sit away from me with your legs the same way, and look to the side, so I get your face in profile. Look sad, look surprised, look at me and smile." I walked over to Naomi and showed her the new photos, standing closely behind her. Her scent filled my nostrils, flowery and feminine, and I leaned in closer. My lips brushed against her neck and I found myself kissing it, and Naomi moaned and turned her head towards me and suddenly we were kissing. Making out like that, with her sitting and me stooped over from behind, didn't really work. I quickly put down my camera on the counter as she swiveled on the barstool and stood up, and then I pulled her in for a deep kiss, one hand on the small of her back, the other around her neck. Naomi ran her hands up over my back and down again as our tongues danced and explored, and then she grabbed the hem of my long-sleeved dark grey t-shirt and pulled it over my head. I started kissing along her neck and shoulder as I ran my hands along the sides and back of the dress, looking for the zipper. I found it and dragged it down her spine, then I slipped the dress from her shoulders and stepped back to watch her body as it was revealed to me. Fuck, her body was hot! The bustier gave her more of a waist, and at least a hint of tits, and the garters and stockings were so utterly sexy, especially with those dark red heels. Her rock hard, hairless little cock peaked over the edge of the black lace thong, and to my surprise it didn't ruin the image, if anything, it was even hotter. I stepped in to kiss her again, my hands exploring her bare ass, so smooth and full and round and amazing. Her hands went straight to my belt and then my pants were around by knees. I kicked off my shoes and pulled my pants and boxers off, along with my socks. I grabbed her ass as I kissed her again and ran my hand down her thigh, lifting it up to my hip. I broke the kiss and said, "Let's take this to the bedroom." Naomi nodded and wrapped her arms around my neck, and as I lifted her by the hips she wrapped her legs around my waist and I carried her, kissing, into the bedroom. We fell into the center of the bed and I ground my hard cock against her crotch as we kissed. I kissed my way down her neck, over her clavicle and down to her left nipple and licked and sucked it gently. Naomi moaned and arched her back, and I gave her nipple a little nibble, making her gasp. I gave her another hard kiss and then sat back on my knees. I ran my hands along her sides and grabbed hold of her panties and pulled them down as Naomi raised her hips. She had even had the foresight to put them on outside the garters. I pulled the panties over her feet and removed the heels at the same time; a girl accidentally stabbed me with her stilettos once and I've been very wary of heels in the bed ever since. I kissed and licked my way down her stocking-clad legs until I reached her soft, smooth inner thigh, and then I pushed her legs up and apart. I surprised us both when I let my tongue drag from her balls and up to the head of her penis. The thought of cock had never attracted me before, but her little cocklette looked cute and strangely delectable. I wrapped my lips around the head and sucked and licked like I would a clit, I realized I didn't mind the taste at all, and the moans and gasps from Naomi was reward enough. I licked my way down again and sucked her balls into my mouth one at a time, and then licked over her taint and down to my target. "Ahh, wait...Oh, wow, that's, that's so good!" Naomi moaned above me as I rimmed her. I ran my tongue in circles around the crinkled edge, lapped over the opening, and occasionally I pressed my pointed tongue against the center to see if I could get inside. After maybe five minutes the opening gave way to my tongue and I started fucking it in and out, getting Naomi to relax and tasting that wonderful taste of a clean anus. Her moans got louder above me, and her hips started gyrating to meet my tongue-thrusts. After a while I sat back and pushed my index finger inside instead, making Naomi groan. I told her to focus on relaxing and started rubbing her cock to help while I gently moved my finger in and out. Her ass was incredibly warm and tight and velvety around my finger. After a while it got easier and her groans turned to moans, so I pulled my finger out and put my middle finger in my mouth to lube it, and then worked both inside. Naomi got a pained look on her face again, but it quickly passed and she started moaning again. Her dark eyes looked up at me with a fierce desire and she said, "I want you inside me!" I pulled my fingers from her tight hole and she rolled over and opened the bedside drawer and pulled out a bottle of Astroglide. She said, "Lay on your back, David. I want to ride you." I smiled, nodded and lay back in the middle of the bed, half sitting against the headboard, and she coated my cock with a liberal amount of lube, making it glisten in the light from the bedside lamp. Naomi straddled me and leaned down to kiss me as I let my hands glide down over her back and down to her hips. She leaned back, reached down between her legs, grabbed my shaft, positioned the fat head against her tight opening and started pushing down. At first it seemed like it just wouldn't work, and I even saw a single tear roll down her cheek and I was just about to tell her that she didn't have to, she could just blow me instead, but then she took a deep breath and as she let it out her tight pucker gave way and the head popped inside. As I moaned at the incredible tightness she let out a loud gasp and exclaimed, "God, it's so thick!" I reached up and wiped her tear and said, "Just take it slow and let your body adjust. Just this feels incredible; there aren't many girls that can take me in their ass. Try gently moving up and down, how does it feel?" "It feels, oh God, I'm so full, but it doesn't hurt too bad, mmmhh, feels strange and kind of good. I think I can handle more." With that she started to take more and more with each downwards movement, maybe a quarter inch at a time. Her velvety tunnel felt so amazing that I had to restrain myself from thrusting up inside her. Finally her butt made contact with my thighs and she let out a satisfied moan. She sat there slowly moving her hips as she adjusted to my entire length and then slowly raised herself until my thick head caught on the rim, and then pushed down again, faster this time. I ran my hands down her body to her hips and started meeting her thrusts with my own, dictating the pace a bit more. The pace increased more and more, as did her throaty moans, and she started squeezing down on me on the upstrokes, making it feel even better. After a few minutes she leaned down and kissed me hard, and then whispered in my ear, "I want you to fuck me hard." Just hearing her whisper that almost made me cum, and after a few more thrusts I rolled us over and pulled out. I moved her so that she was on her left side and straddled lower leg and placed the other on my shoulder. I have used this position before and know that I can get really deep and powerful thrusts without breaking the intimacy. I quickly added some more lube to my cock and her slightly gaping ass and thrust inside. I didn't take it slow this time, I just fed my cock into her until I was as deep as possible and then started pounding her. I never knew sex with someone who was technically a guy could be this good, but it was such a fucking rush, and she was so sexy and beautiful, and she really seemed to love what I did to her, and that made this the best I've ever had. I felt myself getting close so I exclaimed, "Naomi, get ready, I'm so fucking close!" "Yes, fill me with your seed! I gonna cum too! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, FUUUUUUUCK!" As she came without anything even touching her cock, her ass clamped down on my cock and pushed me over the edge. I pushed in as deep as possible and pumped jet after jet of thick cum deep into her bowels as I let out a loud growl. It was a long time since I came two times in one night and I was a bit amazed at how much I still had in me. After a few deep, ragged breaths I pulled out and laid down on the bed to catch my breath. Naomi rolled over onto her stomach and we just looked at each other for a while. "Wow, that was amazing, I never knew sex could feel that good, it was like a completely different orgasm!" Naomi said. "I've never cummed that hard before either, your ass felt so good, and there is just something about you that turns me on so much." I leaned over and gave her a kiss on the forehead and laid back again. "I don't know if I can go back to regular sex again, I already miss you inside me, I feel empty." I laid quiet for a while and then said, "Well, maybe you don't have to. You could come with me, be my live in girlfriend. You need to go into hiding, and what better way than changing city and gender?" "Really? You would want that? Even though I'm a guy?" "Well, yeah, you're hot, we have great sexual chemistry, and you need someplace to hide. How about this; you stay with me as Naomi, we have some fun, I get you a new identity, and if we get along you can stay as long as you want, if not you have the five grand I promised and you can head out on your own with your new identity." "That sounds pretty amazing actually. Where do you live?" I smiled broadly and answered, "Just outside of San Francisco, so even if you get found out, it won't be a big deal." "Oh, I love it there." We talked a while longer, and then I jumped in the shower to wash off the sex funk. Naomi got in after me and while she got clean I went around the house and removed any evidence of my presence and I sent a report to my employers about the recovered money and the success of the mission. When she got out she picked out some more anonymous clothes; a flowery summer dress and leggings, and put on just a bit of makeup. She packed a duffle bag with Amber's clothes and we headed out to my rental car. We drove out to LAX where my own car was parked under an assumed name, and switched to that. It is my baby, a BMW M5, a sleek blue sedan with the power and handling of a supercar, and it gleamed in the rising sun. As I drove up the interstate at about 120 MPH or so Naomi fell asleep against my shoulder, and it just felt so comfortable, like we were a couple in love on a long road trip. It was a nice thought, and I wondered if our relationship, strange as it was, would become something more. I liked what I already knew of Naomi, and she seemed to like me, despite fearing me a bit, so maybe it could work. Three and a half hours later we were approaching the Golden gate and I shook her awake so she could witness its beauty in the morning sun. We crossed the bridge in silence, looking at the gleaming ocean, the boats in the bay and the city behind us. I deftly navigated through the morning traffic to my little house in Sausalito and we stepped out and stretched the stiffness the road had left in us out of our bodies. I was pretty damn tired so after a quick tour of the house I stripped naked and climbed into bed. I was almost asleep when Naomi climbed in beside me dressed in a silky nighty. I spooned her and buried my nose in her hair, I noticed that she had taken off the wig, but I didn't mind, her hair still smelled feminine and was soft against my face and I fell asleep holding her.