Cinderella
Copyright 2008-2010 Rachael Ross all rights reserved. Intended for adults only. [email protected]
Cinderella - Book One
by T.S. Severe
Chapter One
"I wish I had better news," Gloria said. She was short and plump and her brown eyes were sincere. That was the worst part maybe, she really did wish she had something else to tell me.
"Yeah." I looked down, turning my glass slowly. We were in a corner bar called Jonah's and I should have been on a train home from work, but I wasn't.
"The guy calls himself 'Bad Daddy' around town, but his real name is Clyde Jefferson. He did some time for a carjacking when he was eighteen." Gloria had a little notebook, but she wasn't looking at it. "Far as I can tell, she met him at the shelter a few months back, doing some kind of community service…"
"Clothing drive," I remembered. Belinda wasn't real big on charity as a general rule.
"Clothing drive?" Gloria looked at me and shrugged. "Anyway, after that he's been a regular."
"So…What?" I looked up at her. "You have evidence? Pictures or something?"
"Pictures," Gloria agreed. "They're not pretty."
"Okay," I nodded.
The woman opened a soft leather satchel, old and worn, and pulled out a large brown envelope. She put it on the table, sliding it towards me with her palm flat across it, drumming her fingers for a moment while I stared at it.
"You don't have to look," Gloria lied.
"Yeah, I know." I pulled it out from under her hand, both of us knowing I did, and there were a dozen photos inside. Maybe more.
My young and attractive wife in bed with a large and rough looking black man. He had tattoos and close cropped hair and a hard face. A hard body too, big and muscular. There he was pushing his black cock into my wife's pussy. There she was sucking it. There they were smiling, kissing, laughing, fucking.
"The negatives are in there," Gloria told me. "My bill too."
"Right, okay," I swallowed hard, putting the pictures back.
"You need a lawyer? I know some real good ones, the sooner you start…"
"No," I took a deep breath. "I'll be okay."
I picked up my drink, taking a swallow of scotch and feeling it burn all the way down.
"Right," she nodded. "Well, good luck Mr. Patterson. I'm really sorry."
"Yeah, me too," I shrugged. "Thanks Gloria."
She left me, leaving her drink untouched and off to do whatever it is private investigators do when they're not destroying people's lives. That wasn't fair though. I'd had my suspicions and hired her. Gloria hadn't destroyed anything, she'd merely done her job and delivered the truth. It would have been nice to have someone to blame though. Someone other than me, other than my wife.
"Why so glum, chum?" the bartender asked me ten minutes later when I pulled up a stool.
"Chivas." I waggled a finger towards the bottles behind him. "A double."
"Got it," he nodded.
"Shit." A guy sat down next to me and I barely glanced at him, minding my own business. "You know what I hate? Cigarettes. I tried quitting a hundred times…You got a light?"
"No, sorry." I looked at him and he was holding a cigarette, of course.
An older guy, older than my twenty-six years anyway, with steel gray hair and light blue eyes. A five o'clock shadow and a nice suit. He looked like a million other guys downtown. He looked like me in fifteen or twenty years.
"You want one?" he asked and I shook my head.
"No thanks."
"They put chemicals in 'em, you know? Get you addicted. Make you do anything for a cigarette," he shrugged, dropping it on the bar. "People kill for cigarettes."
"Double Chivas." The bartender was back, putting the drink in front of me.
"Let me get a Michelob," my new friend said. "And some matches."
"Sorry, pal. No smoking in here," the bartender said apologetically.
"What? It's a fuckin' bar, isn't it?" The guy looked annoyed.
"City ordinance, you know?" The bartender shrugged, opening his chiller and pulling out a bottle of beer.
"Well ain't that a crying shame," the guy snorted. "I guess I'm quittin' again."
"Have some pretzels," I said, sliding a bowl over for him. "They put chemicals in those too."
"Thanks, Cindy. You're alright," he said with a nod. "Cute too."
"Excuse me?" I blinked at him.
"Whoa!" He grinned at me. "I like the way you say that…"
"Look, I'm not in the best mood right now, so…"
"…just like a woman." The guy picked up his bottle, ignoring the empty glass next to it, and took a swallow. "What, you never got hit on before?"
"You got the wrong idea, buddy." I was getting a little pissed and I could feel that envelope, folded over and stuffed inside my overcoat.
"Yeah?" He shrugged and turned towards me slightly, holding out his hand. "That happens. I'm Paul."
I stared at his hand for a second.
"Go on! Fuck, we're just a couple guys having a drink." He smiled and gave his hand a little jerk until I took it.
"Robert," I said and I figured I'd down my scotch and get out of there.
"Bobby, okay." He nodded at that. "So, what are you trying to quit, Bobby?"
"Robert," I insisted, picking up my glass. "And I'm not quitting anything."
"That right?" Paul sounded doubtful. "Thought maybe you were quitting your wife maybe."
"My wife?" I looked at him sharply.
"You got the ring, Bobby." He gestured at my left hand. "And a double scotch don't mean you're happy about it."
"Maybe it just means I like scotch," I retorted with a frown.
"Hey, I like getting my dick sucked in the men's room too, but I don't do it when dinner's on the table!" He laughed. "Don't bullshit me."
"What?" I set my drink down. "Who the fuck are you?"
"I'm your fairy godmother," he joked without smiling. "Now look, you got a couple choices here…"
"I gotta catch a train." I reached for my wallet.
"…You can get a gun, that's one choice. Put some lead in that no good bitch you married," he offered with a grimace. "Good for her that, but bad for you in the long run, Bobby."
"What?" I felt dizzy listening to this stranger.
"Or, you could hire one of those lawyers, yeah? Lose the house, the car, and the dog." Paul sighed, "I love that dog. Lose your job too, I suppose, since you're doing her daddy's laundry, right?"
"Look, whoever you are…"
"Of course, you might be able to blackmail her with those pictures, but that's iffy." He smiled at me. "Your wife strikes me as a real cunt and threatening a woman like that, well, you could end up on the wrong end of a real big stick."
"A big stick?"
"A big stick named Clyde," Paul chuckled. "You're too pretty to be going toe to toe with Bad Daddy, don't you think?"
"What? Fuck you! Who are you?"
"I told you, pumpkin, I'm your…"
"Fairy godmother, I got that." I finally took that drink of scotch I wanted, swallowing half the glass hard.
"Yep, she's got you by the hairs now, Bobby," Paul decided. "The short ones. You know what a cuckold is? It's you. You're going to go home and stew for a while, a week or two maybe, and then get in an argument about something little, something…else. Dinner maybe. And then, my friend, it'll come out. You'll yell and pull out your pictures and ask, 'How could you?' and she'll laugh in your face."
I just stared at him.
"And you know what you'll do then?"
"What?" I breathed, feeling my face burn.
"Apologize," he shrugged. "You'll say you're sorry and go back to work and live with the fact that your little white wife is fucking that big black cock every night."
"No…" I shook my head.
"Yes," Paul nodded. "He's there right now. The man's been staying later and later, just waiting to get caught. One of these days, old Clyde just isn't going to leave."
"You're crazy, you can't know that."
"He's in your bed, fucking your wife, drinking your booze." The guy grinned at me. "Shit, Princess, he's even watching the Celtics on your big screen TV."
"So what?" I decided, picking up my glass again. "You forgot the last option."
"What?" Paul laughed lightly. "The bridge? Bad way to go and then what? Your wife collects your life insurance and buys her Bad Daddy a new Rolex? Come on, you know she's gotta pay for what she's doing."
"Pay how?" I took a sip of scotch and smacked my lips. "You've already made it clear just how fucked I am."
"Ohhh…Not yet, baby." Paul licked his lips. "But you will be."
"What's that supposed to mean?" I wondered.
"Look at the time!" Paul glanced at his watch, a big Rolex. "My wife's getting dinner on the table, so…" he wrinkled his nose at me, "…I'll have to take a take a rain check on that blowjob."
"What? Wait…"
"Here's a kiss on account though," he said and before I knew what was happening I felt his lips on mine. His tongue forced its way into my mouth and tasted of beer and cigarettes.
That kiss lasted one…two…three long heartbeats too, like I was in shock and frozen in the headlights.
"Sick fuck!" I jerked away and Paul stood there smiling at me. "I'll see you 'round, Cindy…I mean, Bobby."
Then the guy walked out of the bar, leaving me flushed with outrage and paying for his beer.
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"Why are you so late?" Belinda, my wife, stood in the kitchen with her arms crossed while our maid was cleaning up behind her.
"I had an appointment," I said quietly. "What's for dinner."
"It's in the refrigerator," she said, looking gorgeous as always with her blonde hair done up nice and wearing a blue dress I'd never seen before. It clung tight to her body, showing off her full breasts and long legs, that perfectly round ass and flat tummy she was so proud of.
"Are we going out?" I asked and Rita, the maid, gave me a sidelong glance.
"I'm going out," Belinda told me. "If you can't be home on time, well, you can stay here. Don't wait up."
"Going where?" I asked her. "Belinda, I had some work to do. What's wrong with you?"
"I have needs, Robert." She gave me a little smile, a sarcastic one, and walked out.
"Fuck," I breathed, feeling that heavy envelope inside my coat and I just left it there.
That guy at the bar had been right. They weren't trying to hide it very hard and I looked through the windows ten minutes later when I heard the front door open and close. A car had pulled into the drive, a black BMW and there was a black guy waiting inside for my wife. Bad Daddy in the flesh, smiling as the interior lights went on and then off when my wife pulled the passenger door closed behind her. I imagined her giving him a kiss then, as they didn't drive off immediately, but sat there for a minute. She was kissing him and rubbing his big black cock probably, laughing about how her husband was eating cold roast beef alone in the kitchen.
I was skipping dinner though, my stomach feeling a little upset from the drink, and I just went upstairs, past all our wedding pictures hanging in the staircase. We'd been married only a year, a little more than that, and I loved her. I thought she loved me, but who knows. Her father owned a bank and I knew he didn't like me, but he'd given me a job anyway. A good one so I could afford to take care of his little girl in the style and comfort to which she was accustomed.
Spoiled bitch.
I was babysitting, that's what it was. Her father knew Belinda liked to fuck around, it wasn't a big secret. I'd thought she'd settle down though, like she'd promised me she would. All those boyfriends in college? They hadn't meant anything. That's what she'd said. She loved me and wanted to be my loving wife. The old man was happy that she'd gotten married at least and only wished she'd done better for herself than a middle class kid graduating in the middle of his class from business school. With Belinda's reputation though, she was probably lucky she'd gotten me to the alter. Stupid, gullible, and naïve Robert. That's me and now, a year later, I was just figuring that out.
I couldn't kill her, obviously. Guys like me don't survive prison. I couldn't divorce her, that would take away everything, including my job and any prospects for another one, at least in this town. Daddy could be pretty unforgiving when someone hurt his little girl. I couldn't blackmail her. First of all, because she probably wouldn't care, and so it would be more like I was blackmailing my father-in-law, and that would put me through all kinds of hell probably. And who knows? Maybe that Clyde person would kick my ass and take the pictures, and…Yeah, bad idea that one. Suicide? No thanks. I kind of liked being alive, more than I disliked what was happening to me, but the balance was shifting slowly. I could feel it.
On top of all that, like I didn't have enough problems, some fag had hit on me in a bar. Some stranger who knew way too much about me and my life, and I still hadn't come to terms with that. How had Paul known all that stuff? Was he stalking me or something? Or…I blinked as the possibility that he was working for Belinda's father popped into my head. The guy could be an investigator, like Gloria, the one I'd hired. I wouldn't put it past my father-in-law, that guy was pretty ruthless. Yeah, he'd do it, being a real control freak like he was. He'd want to know what his daughter was up to, and then what I was up to if I found out. That Paul guy was just trying to scare me, I thought.
Well, he'd done it, I had to admit. He'd really freaked me out and I didn't like it.
"Pretty," I snorted, standing naked in the bathroom just before my shower.
That was what he'd called me, wasn't it? Pretty or…Cute, was it? Why a queer private investigator though, what was up with that? Probably Belinda's father having a little fun with me. He knew how much I hated having my manhood questioned. It wasn't my fault that I was maybe a little effeminate. I did have a pretty face and my body was slim, but I wasn't gay. I wasn't particularly girlish, I just looked…Pretty. I frowned at myself, rubbing my jaw and wishing I could get a little growth. That guy in the bar had stubble, but I'd never shaved in my life. My blue eyes were clear and my black hair was neat and combed, a little long, but that's the style; it wasn't even on my collar really.
A lot of girls had liked my looks. Belinda had liked my looks just fine, but now…Why a black guy? A man with tattoos and scars and a hard face like that. All big and muscular and…Why not? I was thin and soft and my pale skin wasn't marked in anyway. Maybe Belinda had gotten bored with me, with my smooth body and clean looks. She wanted…I wouldn't say a real man because I was a real man, but a different sort of man. A dangerous sort, like a big black gang-banger from the inner city. That's about as different from me as a guy could get. Why did women find that attractive? Why young white women, respectable with their money and standing in the community? Married women like my wife…Why did they want a guy like Bad Daddy?
It was an unhappy mystery to me and all I knew was that I'd been painted into a corner. That Paul guy was right, I'd find myself sleeping in the guest room one of these nights, listening to my wife fuck Clyde in our marriage bed while I jerked off helplessly like the cuckold I was. I'd probably end up buying a gun, if that happened, but I wouldn't bet any money on who I might use it on. Probably myself and that was another depressing thought to file away with all the others as I got into the shower.
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Bzzzzz…I slapped the alarm clock out of pure reflex.
"Mmmm…" I blinked at the early morning light, closed my eyes and then remembered it was only Thursday. I had to open them again.
I stretched a little, reaching for Belinda, but I didn't find her. So whose hair was in my face? I opened my eyes again and realized it was in my eyes too. I reached for it, feeling the silky softness under my fingers and then feeling my scalp protest as I gave the hair a weak tug.
"Ouch," I said and my voice sounded funny.
This was a weird dream, I thought, and closed my eyes again. I rolled over and then felt some discomfort in my chest. Not like anything else I'd ever experienced, this was different, like a strange pressure, but pushing in the wrong direction or something. At least my morning hard-on was there, that familiar ache pushing everything else aside for a moment. I always woke up with an erection, ever since I'd turned fourteen or so, rain or shine, every morning. My dick was hard and I always gave it a friendly squeeze, a bit of a rub, you know. It felt good, like the world was A-Okay so long as the sun rose and my dick was hard.
Was it? I was rubbing it through my pajamas and yeah, it was hard, but…Smaller? Maybe, it didn't feel the same as I'd remembered after about a half dozen years of feeling it all grown up every morning. It confused me and I really did feel fourteen, sort of, or something, but maybe…What the hell?
All of that took a few seconds before I sat upright and the first thing I noticed, other than even more long black hair falling across my face, was that I had tits. Not like small man tits that fat guys get, and I was hardly fat in any case, these were real breasts. I knew because I gabbed them, squeezing them through my too tight pajama top, and they were large and round and firm and I had nipples! Well, I'd had nipples before, but these nipples were hard and hot all of a sudden, and…
"What the fuck?" I tore off my pajama top, losing some buttons as I just pulled it over my head, and there were those tits. My tits and they were perfect, like Belinda's except they were mine and I hadn't paid a dime for them! They were maybe even a little bigger than hers. They were firm and proud, with rich dark nipples pointing out and up, and I stared at them.
I took off the bottoms too, and then my boxers, and I stared at my penis which had softened a bit. I'd had a fairly large one before, or so I thought. Not huge or anything, but nice and circumcised and more than a few girls had appreciated it, but this…What the fuck was this? I had a smallish penis now, a pinkish one with a long wrinkled foreskin and tender little balls in a soft pink sack just below it.
It was someone else's cock, not mine! This one would be…I don't know, barely five inches long if it was hard and I was almost afraid to touch it. I'd never touched another man's dick in my life. But I did, just to see if it was real. I explored it with tentative fingers and of course it was real. It even started to grow, getting harder again and that at least was a familiar sensation. But those nipples, they were cold now and a little shiver went through me, and then they were hot again and I felt a little quiver in my tummy, and that just made my little cock get even harder and…Oh God!
I was insane. I was having a breakdown and I bit my bottom lip, which felt kind of good for some reason. In fact my lips felt, not bigger, but…Puffy? Or something. Fuller, I suppose, and pouting maybe, and my whole body was changed. I was always slim but now I had deftly rounded hips and a narrow waist with a soft flat tummy. And my shoulders were thin, even more than they used to be, and my legs…Why did I have long smooth legs? At least I'd had some light brown hair on my legs before, but now they were smooth as silk and my little feet had little pink toes. I lifted my left arm and I didn't even have hair in my armpits!
A mirror. I needed a mirror and the one on our dresser was right there. I stared in shock at my reflection as I stood in the middle of the bedroom. I had thick black hair, like wild black hair. It was all over the place. A real bed head and my body…My cock was hard as hell now, just because the rest of my body was fine! Those tits were wonderful, like C-cups at least with hard brown nipples, invitingly long and thick, just begging for a kiss or a pinch or a good hard suck. Wouldn't that feel nice? God! And my face? I was pretty as a man, but as a woman? I could still see me there. I mean, I could recognize myself, but I was a woman! A beautiful woman with the same pert nose and high cheeks. The same big blue eyes I'd always had, but my lips were pouting now, like they were dying for a kiss. Serious bee stung lips and I licked them, my little pink tongue darting out and I blinked at that.
I realized with a start that I was jerking off and I stared at myself in the mirror, watching as I fondled my hard cock, pulling the foreskin back and the sensation of exposing the sensitive glans put me on my tip-toes. My old circumcised cock had never felt like that. This one was…sensitive! It felt good though, playing with it, and my breasts were aching as well. I used my other hand to explore my nipples, rubbing them with my thumb and gasping as that felt unbelievably good as well. And my hands? They were delicate and slim and my fingers were so gentle. I had soft hands, well, I worked at a bank so my hands were always soft, but not like this! They felt wonderful, but they were mine and that was kind of confusing, to say the least.
I was rubbing my thighs together as I stood there, sort of rubbing my whole body together, if that makes sense, like I just wanted to be touched all over. I wanted to be kissed and caressed and my body was flushed and warm, and alive with the urgent need to feel someone else's skin against it. It's hard to explain, I didn't know what I was feeling or why, and my tummy was fluttering, that's the only word for it. My heart was beating rapidly and my lungs laboring to draw cool air into my hot body, and I was rubbing my cock and playing with my tits and staring at my own beautiful face, and…
"Oh…God!" I groaned and my cock was spurting hard suddenly.
I was cumming but it didn't feel like it ever had before, this was almost painful in a way. My penis was suddenly much too sensitive even for my hand, or at least the head of it was, and I let it go so that it jerked around wildly, spraying creamy ejaculate onto the carpet around me. It was intense and the sensation spread all through me. It wasn't just in my penis; it was in my belly and in my chest. It was in my head! I felt my mind feverish and it was the best orgasm of my life, bar none. It was just…complete. Or something. Visceral and cerebral all at once, and I found myself laying on the floor, squeezing my tits and cock as I moaned, and that orgasm just went on and on. It was like riding a cotton candy yo-yo, like up and down for I don't know, ten minutes? At least.
Multiple orgasms? That was impossible, wasn't it? I rubbed my fingers through the spermy remains of my orgasm, the small warm puddles on my stomach and thighs, feeling it like butter almost and even that was somehow different and feminine. Girlish sperm?
"Jesus…" I breathed, blinking and giggling and oh my! That was a sexy sound. I giggled like a little girl getting fucked! I swear it wasn't my voice and I started talking to myself, like saying embarrassingly dirty things that I'd always wanted to hear a girl say but never had, you know? I mean, well, I won't repeat them here, not yet anyway, but you can imagine. And hearing those things coming from my lips but in someone else's voice was insane.
I was in a rubber room someplace, I was sure. This was some good hallucinating though and if a person had to go crazy…I mean, if you just had to, well, I was sure there were worse forms insanity could take. I kind of hoped they wouldn't cure me right away, you know? I sort of liked this body. Masturbation was going to be so much more fun now, I thought. Who needs Belinda? Fuck! I could spend the rest of my life in the shower with myself and live happily ever after. Maybe. Or more likely that was just my weirded out brain still trying to come down from that long, too long orgasm. That had been intense! Did I say that already? I'll say it again, it was fantastic and nothing like any orgasm I'd ever had before.
I wanted to live there!
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Knock…Knock…Knock…
"Mr. Patterson?" Rita's soft voice came through the bedroom door and I blinked at it.
"Hmmmphh…" I cleared my throat and concentrated on trying to make my voice sound deep and sleepy maybe. "Huh…What?"
"Mr. Patterson, there's a man here to see you," Rita said. "Mr. Patterson?"
"Uhhh…Who…" I dropped my voice to a husky whisper, standing close to the door. "Who is it?"
"He said his name is Paul," Rita replied and she was a little confused by all this, I was sure. "He says he knows you."
"Paul?" I swallowed hard and that had come out two octaves too high.
"Mr. Patterson?" Rita asked. "Are you okay?"
"Uh, yeah…Ahem…Send, uh, send him away. I'm sick," I said and of course I tried to cough then, but I sounded like a little girl with a hairball stuck in her throat.
I didn't know what I was doing really and wondered how that guy knew where I lived. I figured it was real proof that he was working for Belinda's father and there was no way I was going to let him see me like this!
"But, um…Sir? He said it's important." Rita wasn't going away. "He says he brought your clothes."
"What?" I frowned. "I mean…What?"
"New clothes? He said you would need them this morning?" Rita was getting exasperated, running out of patience as we talked through the door.
"Clothes?" I blinked at that.
Could that Paul guy know that I'd changed? What kind of insanity was this? I was perfectly happy being by myself and a little part of me wondered if the doctors weren't curing me. That would suck! I hadn't even gotten in the shower yet. Or a bubble bath! Ohhh…That would be special, I thought.
"Sir?" Rita knocked again.
"Yeah, yeah…Bring him here," I said.
"Here? Up here?"
"Yes! Up here, here!" I totally forgot to change my voice and I winced.
"Uhhh…Yes sir." Rita was leaving, I could hear her footsteps and some muttered Spanish under her breath.
Now what? I didn't know what I was going to do or say to this guy, but then I started thinking I could just pretend I was someone else, right? I mean, I could be Robert's girlfriend or something. His…cousin, visiting from…out of town. That's it. I would be my own cousin and Robert was…in the shower and I'd ask this guy what he was up to. That would work, wouldn't it? Sure, maybe, possibly. Except I was naked and I swallowed hard running on my little pink toes to get my robe and tie it around my small waist just as the knocking started. Jesus! My waist was freakin' tiny too!
"Bobby? It's me, baby," Paul chuckled. "Can I come in?"
He didn't wait for an answer, but just turned the handle and poked his head inside the bedroom, smiling at me as I stood there in my bathrobe. I was blushing, burning up all over, and I knew he could tell so that just made it worse. But I was determined to find out who this guy really was and what he really wanted.
"Robert's not here, he, uh…" I licked my pouting red lips. "He's in the, um…shower."
"Oh," Paul nodded and cocked his head. "I don't hear any water running."
I just shrugged as if I didn't really care and that seemed like a pretty useful gesture as I'd seen a lot of beautiful women use it. It always left me feeling like a dope.
"Hmmm…" Paul smiled, closing the door behind him as he stepped inside. "Size 2 right off the rack, I bet. I'm never wrong!"
"Excuse me? Who are you and what do you want with Robert?" I demanded.
"Bobby…" he gave me a sad look, "…don't you remember our kiss? I brought you something."
He was holding a bag, I realized. A plastic bag like he'd been shopping at the mall. It was only seven thirty in the morning, or maybe a little before eight by then, either way the malls were closed. I looked at the bag suspiciously and then caught onto what he'd said. He knew I was me?
"Kiss?" I swallowed hard, feigning ignorance as he walked towards me, swinging that bag like he didn't have a care in the world.
"Oh yeah," Paul smiled. "I'm about ready to collect on that rain check too, I think."
"R-Rain check?" I stared at him.
"Yeah, you know." He wrinkled his nose and smiled. "That blowjob?"
"What?" I took an involuntary step backwards and my butt, my impossibly pert, firm, and round butt, found the dresser and I was trapped.
"I'm your fairy godmother remember?" He chuckled and set the bag down, out of the way. "And you're my Cinderella."
"Cinderella?"
"Hmmm…Cindy…That's a nice name, isn't it?" He nodded and stepped close, enough so my tits were brushing against his chest in the suit he was wearing. "A pretty name for such a pretty girl. Don't you think so, Cindy?"
"I'm not…" I was having a hard time breathing and my heart was beating faster.
He was so close now. I could smell him and unlike last night, this morning he smelled fresh and clean, and he'd shaved so that his face was smooth and handsome. His dark eyes were warm, a deep brown color that I liked a lot and he was taller than me, I realized, much taller than he'd been in the bar. Or I was shorter and I closed my eyes. I'd been six foot two and now…I tried to guess, five foot ten maybe? If I was lucky.
"You're Cindy now, yes you are." He was reaching for me and I jerked my head back as his fingers touched my cheek.
"What's happening?" I whispered. "Am I crazy?"
"Oh yes," he chuckled. "Just like the rest of us, I'm afraid."
"But…"
"Don't worry though, Cindy, you won't turn back at midnight. I'm no half-assed Disney fairy, you get the full ride. Lifetime guarantee."
"I don't understand," I sighed.
"And speaking of rides…" Paul lifted his eyebrows playfully.
And then he was kissing me, like the night before, but this was better and I found myself enjoying it. His tongue slipped gently into my mouth, almost tenderly it seemed, and I was melting against him. My knees were weak and my legs rubbery, and I was falling but Paul caught me and held me up and against him. He kissed me deeper then as my arms went around him and I moaned, feeling my nipples burning cold and my small penis aching all of a sudden, jerking loose beneath my terrycloth robe.
"Let's see what's down here…" Paul whispered as our kiss broke and his lips moved to my left ear.
He was sliding his hand inside my robe and I went stiff, my whole body as he found my cock and smiled, giving it a squeeze. He seemed very pleased with that and I shivered as the man pulled my foreskin back and rubbed the sensitive head of my penis with his thumb. I clutched at him, shutting my eyes tightly against that new sensation, and I felt butterflies in my tummy, a hundred of them, thousands, all clamoring for escape. It was confusing and delightful and giving me chills as I fought to control my emotions. I was excited and afraid, and filled with so much desire and lust that I thought I should burst at any moment.
"You were pretty before," Paul told me, "Such a pretty Bobby, but now you're beautiful. A beautiful Cinderella…Suck me now, Princess…Go ahead…"
He was pushing me down slowly and my hands were sliding along his back, to his ass and then his thighs as I somehow found myself kneeling on the carpet in front of him. I felt powerless as he smiled at me, nodding his head and telling me it was okay. I was a woman now, a sexy woman who loved to suck cock. His cock for the moment, but later I'd suck any man's cock I wanted to. I was perfect, Paul told me, as good a Cinderella as he'd ever made, and that was a lot of them, or so he said. It made very little sense to me, but I was just trying to understand why I was on my knees, fumbling with my long red fingernails to unzip the man's trousers and free his penis.
"Ohhhh…Cindy, that's it honey…Get my magic wand out…" He chuckled as I bit my bottom lip, reaching inside his pants tentatively, finding his semi-hard penis and it was large and heavy in my hand.
"Oh!" I giggled nervously and stared at the man's cock, the first I'd ever touched in my life, other than my own of course.
"Don't be shy, Cindy." Paul was stroking my wild black hair, pulling it out of my eyes so he could see me. "A woman like you doesn't have to be shy about anything. I made sure of that."
"I…I've never done this before," I told him, holding his hardening cock in my right hand, giving it a squeeze and feeling it throb lightly in response, the smooth head lifting a fraction.
"You're doing fine…Give it a kiss now…Right on the tip, Cindy," Paul coaxed me gently and I licked my lips staring at the swollen glans, seeing a small drop of precum appear.
"Am I…" I paused, looking up into the man's eyes, "…Does this make me queer?"
"Hey, I'm a fairy. Remember?" Paul chuckled. "You're asking me?"
"Uh…" I blinked at that.
"I didn't make the wish, Cindy, you did," Paul told me. "I just helped you make it come true."
"What?" I shook my head, feeling all the more confused.
"Shhh…Go on, sissy…Kiss it now. I have a dental appointment at ten." Paul chuckled and he was pulling my face closer to his cock which was fully erect by now and looking huge to my eyes.
I'd never wanted to kiss another man's penis in my life, but here I was on my knees, holding one just inches from my lips and my mouth was watering with desire. I stroked it slowly with my small fist, my fingers unable to reach all the way around that fat cock as it pulsed with a life all of its own. I was still a man, wasn't I? I was still Robert inside, I thought, and I still had a penis, although a rather sexy and girlish looking one to be sure. I had balls too, soft and sexy and hanging loosely between my smooth creamy thighs, so why was I so eager to do this? To touch my lips to that man's penis and worship Paul's manhood?
I had no idea what any of it meant. All I knew was that my heart was pounding and my flesh was warm and tingling, those butterflies in my little tummy growing more urgent, their passionate wings tickling me from the inside out. I pressed my lips to the smooth head of Paul's cock, kissing it softly and feeling the wetness of his precum staining my lower lip. I drew back slightly, as if I had to consider what I'd just done and we were briefly connected by a fine silvery strand of his dewy arousal. I licked my lips, finding that clear fluid had no real taste at all and I leaned forward, kissing it again and this time moving my pursed lips around the head slowly.
"Ohhh…Yeah…All over, Cindy…That's it, baby…I knew you'd be good at this," Paul encouraged me gently, stroking my head like a favored pet and I was kissing his cock all over then.
I worked my closed lips underneath, down his long thick shaft and back up before pushing the tip of my delicate tongue out and licking him. I worked my mouth all over that generous organ, lapping at his velvet skin, admiring how hot and smooth it was, covering that strong muscle and knowing it was hard just for me. I kissed and licked every inch of Paul's cock, until it was glistening wet with my saliva and then I took the head into my mouth, closing my tightly stretched lips around the swollen head and looking up with my eyes, asking the man silently if I was doing it right.
"Ummm…Suck it, baby…Suck my cock now, up and down, you know how…" Paul was breathing harder.
He was pulling me gently, urging me to slide my lips back and forth along the shaft, taking several inches of the man's rock hard penis into my mouth until I felt the head nudging the entrance to my throat and it made me gag slightly. I backed off, wriggling my tongue beneath his cockhead the best I could, finding very little room to play with. My mouth just wasn't that big and for being a fairy godmother, Paul was a pretty large man in the cock department.
I sucked him though, getting better at it with every movement of my head, following my lips with my hands, both of them now, jerking him off while I mouthed just the first three or four inches, no more than that. I wanted all of him though, I really did, and if I was still a man, there was little doubt left in my feverish mind that I was now a cocksucking sissy. My mouth filled with spit and precum and I was swallowing often, but even so it spilled out of the corners of my mouth, running wetly down my chin and dripping onto my heaving breasts.
My robe was open now, after Paul had been exploring my hard little girl cock, and the feel of those warm juices spilling over my hot skin made me shiver with excitement. I was sucking a cock for the first time in my life, giving the man a sloppy, nasty mouth fuck and loving it. I had his prick nice and wet when Paul took my head firmly in his hands, holding me steady and telling me he was going to fuck my face. He told me to open my throat, to swallow his fat cock, and I felt a rush of nervous energy course through my blood as I knew I was going to have to deep throat that monster.
I choked at first, coughing and feeling a small wave of panic engulf me. He was too big, I thought, that huge penis was just too long and thick for my small mouth and slender throat. But Paul was insisting and holding me tightly even as I brought my hands to his thighs, trying to push the man back and refuse his turgid gift. My fairy godmother had other plans and he wasn't going to let me get away without sucking every inch of his cock. I gave a deep throated moan, muffled and suddenly cut off as his swollen cockhead finally caught me mid-swallow.
Paul's cock seemed to lunge forward all of a sudden, sliding quickly over my tongue and into the tight little throat hole he found opening for him at the back of my mouth. That wonderfully hard penis fucked deep into my throat, stretching my tender esophagus wide and almost painfully until my nose was pressed inside his trousers, into the man's thick, wiry pubic hair. I dug my fingers into his legs, my long sharp nails actually piercing his suit trousers, I think. I couldn't breathe and my burning lungs worked uselessly to find air. I really was frightened then, for those several long heartbeats while Paul held his prick inside me, feeling the soft muscles of my delicate neck around him spasm with the unfamiliar sensation of being stretched so rudely.
"Ahhhh…Fuck, Cindy!" Paul chuckled breathlessly, releasing his hold on me at last and pulling his cock free of my throat so that the head rested on my bruised and trembling bottom lip while I drank cool air around it.
"I took all of it!" I gasped a moment later, almost laughing as I felt giddy and light headed, and all I could think of was that I wanted to do it again.
"Yeah, Cindy. You sure did…Make me cum now…" Paul smiled and I went back down on him quickly, feeling my confidence growing.
It took some practice, a number of tries, but I was learning and after several minutes I'd figured out how to open my throat at will and keep it open so that Paul could really fuck my face. His cock would slide inside me completely, pause, and come back out a second later and we did it like that a lot. I was taking every inch of the man, reaching around to grab his firm ass and pull him into me, keeping my blue eyes up all the while so he could see the pleasure reflected in them. My throat was sore and it was slightly uncomfortable, but the sheer joy of sucking a cock that big completely was like nothing else in the world.
He wasn't even holding my head anymore, at least not so tightly as before. Paul was stroking my hair, rewarding me as I did all the work, finding it no chore at all to suck my first cock. I felt my own penis, small and terribly hard with excitement, throbbing with the need to orgasm. I was getting off on giving the man a blowjob and my body was soaked by this time, the wetness from my mouth running from my lips like a thin stream of passion, dripping down my body everytime I'd pull off Paul's cock for a much needed breath of cool air.
Finally though it was time to let my fairy godmother have his orgasm and in truth I was dying to find out what his sperm would taste like, which was a wicked thought I'd never imagined I might have. I was anxious and trembling with pleasure at the idea of making the man cum, and I went back to just sucking the head of Paul's cock and a few inches beside, stroking him once more with my hands so that he was pushing his pelvis out and arching his back in anticipation of his climax.
"Ahhhh…Cindy…Yesssss…" Paul hissed between his teeth, grabbing my head once more, one final time as his cock erupted in my hungry mouth.
Man cum flooded me, overfilling my mouth and I swallowed his creamy load as quickly as I could. It was hot and salty, not bitter, but musky and gooey like thick spittle. I thought it was the best stuff in the world just then and I jerked the man off with my fists, urging him to empty his heavy balls in my sexy mouth. Semen overflowed my lips, leaking from around Paul's shaft as it seemed to swell and contract with every powerful spasm of his climax. He was cumming so much that I was almost afraid I'd drown in his sperm and I wouldn't have cared just then.
My own smallish girl cock was jerking as well, all of those butterflies finally finding release as I had my own orgasm. I hadn't even touched myself, not at all. I'd simply cum from giving Paul a blowjob and then feeling his ejaculate filling my mouth, from swallowing his rich male spend. It had pushed me over the edge and I was bouncing on my heels, wriggling my ass and moaning weakly as I tried to concentrate through that delicious fog of pleasure. My penis was spewing wildly, shooting my sperm all over my thighs and the carpet between my spread knees. It was the best cum of my life.
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"Oh God!" I was finally coming down from that orgasmic high. "I have to go to work!"
"Heh!" Paul grinned at me and he was tucking his penis away, fixing his suit as he looked down at me.
"How am I going to explain this?" I stared up from my knees, drenched in spit and semen and precum, my soft pink girl cock still drooling sperm onto the floor.
"Every sissy has to come out of the closet sooner or later," Paul shrugged. "Of course, a woman like you doesn't really need a job. Does she?"
"W-What?" I narrowed my eyes. "What do you mean? I have a job! I have a wife…Oh God! What's Belinda going to say? What's her father going to say?"
"Her father?" Paul straightened his tie and chuckled. "You sure do like to worry about him, don't you, Cindy?"
"I don't…"
"If I didn't know better, I'd think you had a sweet tooth for your daddy-in-law," Paul nodded. "I bet a man like that would go for a girl like you…"
"No!" I blinked at him.
"…cock and all," Paul nodded. "A man like daddy, well, the bigger they are the harder they fall right? And his ego must be huge."
"You can't be serious," I said, feeling my girl cock twitch at the thought of my wife's father.
"Hmmm…Just a thought," Paul shrugged and looked at his watch. "Oh, look at the time! I'm running late…I hope you like the outfit."
"What? Wait! You can't leave me like this!" I stood up quickly, but Paul was already walking out the door, smiling at me over his shoulder.
"Thanks for the blowjob, Cindy," he chuckled and then turned his attention to someone else. "Oh, excuse me…I'll see myself out."
Rita was standing there, the door wide open and her brown eyes got big as saucers as the maid looked me up and down. I swallowed hard, feeling my face burn with embarrassment and I pulled my robe closed quickly, turning away from the woman.
"Who…Are you?" Rita asked and her voice was quivering beneath her thick Spanish accent.
"Um…Cindy?" I tried with a hopeful smile and Rita crossed herself quickly, pulling the door closed with a loud click and I figured we'd be looking for a new maid soon.
I didn't know what I was supposed to do. Part of me thought I was crazy, just hallucinating everything, and I took a little comfort in the knowledge that just maybe I was, but I couldn't really depend on it either. If I wasn't nuts, well then, that would mean that I was stuck in the real world…As a woman, sort of. My soft penis and cute little balls weren't exactly manly, but they were a long ways from being a pussy, that was for sure. I had to admit I did like it though. I mean, there was something very sexy about seeing myself in the mirror as a beautiful young woman with a sexy little cock and balls. I'd never imagined such a thing or fantasized about it, but I couldn't deny the thrill it gave me.
The guilt too, actually, and I frowned at my reflection, burping softly and tasting Paul's sperm. I'd sucked a cock. I'd swallowed cum. I was a man, sort of, and I'd let another man use my mouth like I was a whore or…something. A girl anyway. I felt my tummy churn and not just because it felt like I had a gallon of semen down there, but I was finally coming to realize that I was either a girl with a dick or a sissy faggot with tits. I'd liked sucking Paul's cock and not just that, I'd loved it. I'd made love to the man with my lips and that wasn't an easy thing to swallow.
That unintended pun made me giggle, a sound designed to make strong men weep while they came in their shorts, and my cock hardened at my own voice. I had to be crazy! But I also knew I had to be a girl. I mean, even with my cute little dick, the rest of me…God! There wasn't a man alive who was going to care what was between my legs! That made me feel a little better. Sort of. I'd rather be a girl than a fag, you know?
I thought about calling my office as it was getting late now and I should have been at my desk twenty minutes ago. I'd spent the better part of an hour sucking Paul's cock? I blinked at that and realized my jaw was a little stiff, my tongue as well, and my lips felt a little bruised. That was weird. I'd spent almost an hour sucking cock and learning how to do it right and I was a little amazed at Paul's stamina. Belinda was a good cocksucker, lord knows she'd had enough practice, and while we'd dated she'd sucked me off plenty of times, but I'd never lasted even fifteen minutes in her expert mouth. I wondered if it was her technique or if Paul was just a serious stud. Probably a little of both, I finally decided, although it was hard to imagine anyone's fairy godmother being a stud.
And that line of thought seemed entirely unlike me, making me laugh nervously and I realized I'd been playing with my cock again, masturbating slowly and I jerked slightly. What was I doing? I had to go to work or call them or something. And where was Belinda anyway? My lovely young wife of little more than a year, where was she at? She hadn't come home all night and that wasn't a thought intended to brighten my day. She'd gone out with Clyde, the other Daddy, the Bad one, and I picked up my celphone from the dresser, hitting autodial so I could hear my wife's phone ringing.
"Hmmmph?" a sleepy voice sounded in my ear. A deep voice. A man's voice. "Who's this?"
"Is that my phone?" I could hear my wife's faint voice in the background.
"Is this Clyde?" I asked and my voice purred like a sex kitten, although I hadn't intended it to. That was just the way I sounded naurally.
"Huh? Yeah baby, who's this?" He was waking up now, sounding suddenly interested and I guess Bad Daddy wasn't all that devoted to fucking my wife, or maybe it was just a man thing.
"Uh…Nobody," I said, feeling very nervous suddenly and I turned off the phone. I had no idea what I was going to say to the guy, even if I'd been my normal self. I wasn't all that much for confrontation and I never had been, which was probably why my wife was cheating on me.
I stared at the phone and felt all the anger rising as the surprise wore off and it hadn't been a complete surprise anyway. I'd expected something like that, the way a man will when he awakens to an empty bed. Cheating slut bitch! I was going to have to fix her wagon, I thought, but I just didn't know how to go about it. I really had fallen in love with her, enough to look past her admittedly colorful past. I couldn't say that she hadn't told me she was a slut, Belinda had been honest about that at least, but she'd lied when she promised to change. When she told me she'd make me a faithful and devoted wife. I'd never cheated on her, not once!
Oops!
I narrowed my eyes, realizing I'd cheated on her just this morning. I'd cheated on her with another man, of all things, sucking a dick. I worried over that for a moment, debating whether or not it really changed anything and I decided that it was still perfectly within my rights to be indignant and outraged. She'd started it after all, and…
Rinnnnng…Clunk…Rinnnnng
I dropped my phone and stared at it. That didn't make the noise go away, however, and so I picked it up and reluctantly answered it.
"Hello?" I said in my unwittingly sexy voice.
"What? Who's this? Why are you on my husband's phone? Where's Robert?" My wife's shrill voice assaulted my ear and she was sounding a little indignant and outraged herself.
"Ohhh…Uh…"
"What? Who the hell are you?" my wife demanded.
"I'm…" I swallowed hard, "…Cindy."
"Cindy? Who's Cindy?" Belinda asked, somewhat reasonably, but not pausing for an answer. "Put Robert on the phone!"
"I'm sorry…" I said slowly and then an evil cloud passed over my heart. "He's a little busy…Ohhhmmmm…" I sighed softly. "…He's licking my…Ohhh…My pussy soooo good right now…Ahhhh…Oh! Can he…Uh…Call you back?"
"What? He's doing what? You fucking slut! Put my husband on the phone this insta…"
I turned off the phone and giggled, but only for a second and then I realized I was going to be in a lot of trouble later. Belinda might be a cheating whore of a wife, but she certainly expected her husband to be faithful. She'd sounded severely pissed and when she caught up with Robert…I mean with me, well…Hold on a second. Not with me. I'm Cindy and so she'd be mad at me too, probably, but what could she do? I was just another woman. Robert was the one she'd want to kill and unless I told her who I was, and assuming Belinda would even believe me, my wife would never find Robert. Oh…That was so confusing! I had to sit down for a minute and think about it.
If I wasn't Robert and I didn't try to be Robert, then I was Cindy. Except Cindy didn't even have a freaking library card, much less a driver's license, credit card, or bank account. It was going to be hard being me or being Cindy, I should say. I was going to need help or a job or something. Hard to get a job without a social security number though and really hard to get one of those without a birth certificate, I imagined, so…Hmmm…
I could write myself some really big checks, except I couldn't even cash them. I could use my old credit cards, for awhile anyway. But that wouldn't last and my wife would probably report them as stolen just to spite Robert, I mean me. I couldn't stay here, could I? Rita was already a little confused, frightened, and unhappy. She was probably calling her priest to arrange an exorcism or something, or maybe getting back on a bus to Mexico, for all I knew. And Belinda, well, I'd kind of blown my chances at getting on her good side, as if that would even be possible. She wasn't going to put up with having a beautiful woman living in her house, even if I was her husband. And she somehow believed me, that would be grounds for a serious divorce, wouldn't it? I had to hide from her, for awhile at least.
All this thinking was putting my head in a real spin and I stopped. I just emptied my mind for a moment, taking some deep breaths while I watched my swollen breasts rising and falling. Jesus, they were perfect! And real too, all natural, unlike my wife's who'd gotten hers as a high school graduation present from her father. Hmmm…Her father. Thinking about him made my balls tingle and I crossed my long legs just because it felt good to trap them between my soft thighs like that. Belinda's father owned the bank. He was old, true, but a real man, a man's man, big and strong and confident. He'd tried to crush my hand the first time we'd met, staring me down with his icy blue eyes until I'd looked away with embarrassment.
Oh yes, he'd put me in my place from the very beginning, letting me know I wasn't worth his slut of a daughter. But being somewhat limited in his choices, he'd let me marry her. Given me a job too, just so I could afford the girl and of course, so he could keep a close eye on me as well. I'd been his whipping boy at the bank for a year, taking the brunt of his jokes at meetings, all the crappy assignments, and I'd had to smile and take it, ignoring the knowing looks of my colleagues. I was the old man's son-in-law, but that just meant I was under his thumb and he really got off on that. Not to mention the Soledad accounts…He'd needed someone he could trust for that. Someone he could manipulate and squeeze, and his brand new son-in-law, the cuckold wimp, had been perfect. Oh! The old man wasn't going to like Robert disappearing.
I knew where all the money was!
So why was my girl cock throbbing at the thought of Baron Carlisle? And Baron was his given name, he wasn't royalty or anything. Baron Carlisle the Third. I didn't like him, did I? I hadn't cared for the way he'd spoken to me, humbled me in front of my peers and especially in front of my wife. I didn't like depending on him for my clothes and car and house, did I? Maybe not as Robert, no. I couldn't have liked being so submissive and weak in front of the man, but as Cindy…Oh, he could still give me clothes. He could buy me a car and give me a roof, couldn't he? He wasn't even married, not anymore. Belinda's mother had passed away some years before, probably grateful to finally get away from the old bastard.
Hmmm…A plan was coming together then. I looked at myself in the mirror and yeah, Belinda's father would like Cindy just fine, I thought. Any man would trip over his own tongue trying to get into her panties, I was certain of that. My panties. And once the old man got there and got a look at the little surprise between my legs…Well, I'd just have to make sure he was so hot and horny by then that he couldn't say no. How hard could that be? All I needed was a little practice, I thought, a little time to get used to being Cindy.
Beautiful women have special powers, all men know that. I'd have to learn how to use mine and then I could get everything I wanted, and more! I'd have my father-in-law on his knees, humbled and eager to please me, the way I'd been for him. I'd do something about his bitch of a daughter too. Belinda's own father would help me put my wife in her place. I nodded at my reflection and giggled happily, starting to feel good about myself finally. All I needed was a little time, a little practice, and I'd have everything I wanted.
I hoped.