Occupation

I work from home. I had just finished up my work for the day when my security system alerted me to a vehicle parking in front of my house. It was a cop car. I strode over to the front door, egressed the house, and met the officer -- whose name tag indicated him as RODGERS -- as he made it to the bottom of the outside stairs.

"Howdy, Officer. What can I do you for?"

He replied with the confidence of a newbie. "Mr. Mack, I have reason to believe a transgender woman is being concealed in this house."

The new, repressive government had, like SAVAK in 1978, gone too far with their repression. (This was just one angle of it.) Current and former law enforcement officers were secretly working with the sane part of the military to remove the government via coup. But there would be only one chance, so it would have to be successful the first time. In the meantime, everyone would just have to deal.

"And I have reason to believe you've been misled by your informant. Come on in, I'll show you around and give you some hints on what to look for. I did my twenty on the force, retired from it 3 years ago."

I guided Rodgers into the house and started showing him around. The first room, once we got past the hallway, was the living room.

"You can see that a woman doesn't live here, either cisgender or transgender, by the movies..."

I pointed to the shelf filled with nothing but action movies, sports, and documentaries.

".. because otherwise there would be dramas and romances and chick flicks."

Next was the kitchen and dining room. "You observe the five empty pizza boxes, the fact that the sink is full of dirty dishes, and the fact that there's no fruit, vegetables, yogurt, or cottage cheese in the refrigerator. It's all grab-and-go snacks, meat, a few potatoes, and some precooked meals in the fridge and on the pantry shelves."

The bedroom was next. "No woman would tolerate the pile of empty soda cans in the corner. Also, all the clothes in here and in the closet, as you can see, are for a man."

Finally, the bathroom. "The ultimate test is the bathroom. It has shampoo, soap, deodorant, a beard trimmer, a comb, hand soap by the sink and a couple of towels. If a woman were present, there would be fifty things in it, forty of which I wouldn't know the function of."

That was every room in the house. I guided him back outside.

"Hope I helped, rookie. BTW, who's your trainer?"

"Officer Thompson."

"Good choice. I was his trainer when he was a newbie. He'll teach you everything you need. When you get back to the station, tell him I say hi."

"Okay."

I recognized the disappointed look on his face. It was the same one that was on mine the first time one of my tips had proved wrong, all those years ago. He'd get over it soon.

I went back inside, messed around online for a few minutes, then got a text from Officer Thompson saying that the newbie greatly appreciated my advice on what to look for. Even though the search yielded nothing, it was still a valuable learning experience. I texted back saying it was my pleasure to help, and to take good care of the rookie.

It being a Friday, my weekend now officially began. I activated the hidden lever that opened the panel to the secret staircase, descended a few steps, pulled the other lever to re-close the panel, then went all the way down the stairs into the concealed, fully functional apartment in the basement. I was greeted by a smile from Zelda, the transgender woman I had secretly taken in a few months ago when the new government had won the election but before they had officially assumed power.

Zelda was naked -- the lone condition I had imposed in return for letting her live secretly with me was that while she was here, she couldn't wear any clothes. This was because even though Zelda was 37 years old (and thus, only a few years younger than I was), the hormones made her look like she was in her mid-20's. Her long, wavy, naturally blonde hair was now below her shoulders. She had C-cup breasts, nice wide hips, and a curvy, beautifully rounded ass. Her long legs were toned. In short, she was gorgeous, and I had insta-crushed on her.

I had short brown hair, brown eyes, a muscular physique, and a normal-size penis (six and a half inches long, and reasonably thick.) Zelda said it fit inside her perfectly. She didn't want a guy who needed two rulers to measure his organ: it would tear her apart if she tried to take one that big. I had a feeling she was speaking from unpleasant personal experience on that score, but I had never asked.

"What's my favorite woman up to this fine Friday?"

"I took my monthly hormone shot this morning. You know what that means."

I immediately began undressing. "Yes, dear. It means I'm going to be your living sex toy all weekend."

Her monthly shot made her uncontrollably horny for several days. Not that we didn't have sex at other times as well, but the days right after her shot were a guarantee.

Zelda chuckled. "A good way to phrase it. You know you love it, Corny."

My actual first name was "Cornelius", but no one ever used that. I had long since forgiven my parents for being idiots and not giving me a simple name. I removed the last of my clothes, placed them on the top surface of the dresser, and climbed onto the bed. For some reason I was a natural submissive around Zelda when it came to bedroom activities. I lay on my back, and she joined me. She climbed on top of me and seized my lips with hers, kissing me with force. She pried my mouth open and snaked her tongue inside. I kissed her back with as much intensity as I could muster. Her tongue entwined with mine, and she only broke the kiss so she could breathe.

"I know you like my tits."

I certainly did. Zelda slid her body upwards so I could kiss and suckle them for a couple of minutes. Her hand reached back to make sure my cock was hard.

"If I wasn't so horny, I'd let you have more foreplay."

I understood. Zelda didn't want to wait. "Do what you have to, dear."

She giggled. "Of course." Then she lowered her sexy, soft, round ass down onto my cock, impaling herself on it. She bounced up and down, quickly building to a fast rhythm. I locked my eyes onto her breasts. She smiled and began moaning as she rode me. I lifted my hands up to caress her chest. As I began tweaking her nipples, her body shivered and she let out a lusty scream. (The basement was soundproof, so we could be as loud as we wanted.)

She didn't so much as slow down. "I'll need quite a few orgasms tonight."

I grinned and continued caressing and groping her lovely orbs. As she bounced up and down, my hips began moving in rhythm with her body. Her ass muscles were now tightening around my cock every time she slid down. She let out another happy screech as she quivered through a second orgasm. I moved my hands to her hips to help guide her up and down on me. She placed her hands on my chest to help balance as she sped her movements up even more. Her third orgasm ripped through her, making her clamp so hard around my dick I thought she'd tear it right off. She quickly regained her ability to move and within moments had orgasms four and five. Then she finally slowed down a bit, working her butt around my cock and actively trying to milk me.

"You know what I want, lover. Fill my tight ass with your hot cum."

"Yes, dear." I lay still and let her work her magic. She knew just how to squeeze my cock with her butt so as to make me desperate to cum. She teased me for a long moment, then when her orgasm hit yet again, she drained my balls with her talented ass. We cleaned up together in the shower, dried off, and returned to the bed.

She kissed me. "That'll hold me for a few hours." Then she dimmed the lights to the point we could sleep. I fell asleep with my head on her chest.

When we woke up the next morning, we both did our morning routine and climbed back on the bed. Zelda gave me a lusty smile.

"Spread your legs, sweetie." I obeyed, and Zelda got in between them. She began tracing her tongue over my balls, and my cock quickly stiffened to its full length.

"Perfect." Zelda kissed the tip of my pole. "Now I'm going to suck your balls dry. Make no attempt to withhold your sperm."

I nodded, and she parted her lips and slid her mouth down onto my rod until just the head was inside. She began to slowly trace erotic patterns with her tongue, and I let out a moan. She lightly massaged my balls as she licked me. My cock pulsed. She slipped her mouth downwards to take my entire shaft in, then began licking up and down along it. I quivered and gasped. She started bobbing her head up and down, engulfing all of my dick and then popping up a few inches. My balls rapidly filled with cum. She began massaging them as she blew me. I was now moaning and gasping continually. She opened her throat and took the tip of my cock into it. My pole pulsed and twitched, and she knew I was on the verge. Her tongue slid up and down on my shaft, and her hands massaged my balls with purpose. My entire body seemed to tense as I reached my peak. Her eager throat opened more as I began spurting. Her lips sealed around the base, and she didn't unseal them until she had swallowed every drop.

She popped her head up and licked her lips. "Tasty, as always. Now I'll need to let your dick recharge a bit before I drain you again."

We spent a few hours together watching movies, chatting and snuggling. We worked in a nice lunch and some afternoon snacks. She then asked for a pre-dinner fuck. This time, she would be on her hands and knees.

"I know you love looking at my round, juicy ass when you fuck me," she explained. "And last night you didn't get to see it, because I was on top of you."

She had a point there. I did enjoy the view of her bountiful butt. I got behind her on the bed and slid my pole into her.

"You can go a little slower than last night," she informed me.

"That's good," I said. "I like making gentle love to you."

I built to a steady rhythm, sliding in and out and groping her ass. She pressed herself backwards trying to get my cock as deep as possible into her. I slowed my pace a little, pausing momentarily when I was all the way in before pulling back out. She shivered with pleasure. I shortened my strokes, not pulling back as far so that she felt more filled. She gasped and shuddered through a climax, her butt locking tight around my pole. I held still until her body relaxed, then resumed steadily fucking her. I put my hands on her hips so I could thrust more firmly into her with each stroke. My own body started to quiver as my balls filled. Zelda sensed my cock twitching and again began using her skilled butt muscles to milk me. I worked her to another orgasm, then filled her as she climaxed.

We again cleaned up together and dried off, then she insisted on doing the cooking for dinner. "No offense, but you're a lousy cook, Corny."

"None taken."

After dinner, we snuggled until it was time to sleep. I momentarily came half-awake at what the clock on the end table said was 3:42 a. m. when I felt my cock spurting and Zelda swallowing my cum.

"Rest, sweetie," she whispered. "Back to sleep."

I woke up properly in the late morning, Zelda made lunch for us, then wanted one more thing before letting me head back upstairs.

"I want some of your cum on my skin. Lie down."

I did, and Zelda quickly got my cock hard. Then she got between my legs and placed her tits around my cock. I got the hint and began thrusting upwards between them. She used her hands to press them around my rod. My cock didn't totally disappear between her breasts, like it would for a woman with F cups, but there was enough cleavage to make a nice tunnel. I thrust my hips steadily up and down, feeling her firm breasts rub against me. She moaned softly as I pumped away between her orbs. She dipped her head and when I thrust upwards, lightly kissed the tip of my pole. My balls filled quickly as I thrust between her mounds. My body tensed. I let out a grunt, and she smiled at me. Cum spurted from my rod, coating her upper chest and dripping down onto her breasts.

"Mmmm," she purred. "Good boy."

She rubbed the cum into her skin as I got up. I put my clothes back on, kissed Zelda, and headed for the stairs.

"I'll see you in a couple of days," I said, blowing her a kiss.

[Six months later]

The coup had been carried out perfectly, eight days ago. The new government had executed every powerful person in the country (and some in other countries) who had been in favor of the type of repression the former government had practiced. Those types of repression were now criminalized with a mandatory sentence of instant death without trial, and this law was being enforced so strictly that Draco of Athens would call the enforcement harsh. Of course, the new government was practicing its own type of repression -- all governments do.

I had married Zelda in a small, private ceremony two days after the coup. Now I would be showing her off in public for the first time. I had bought her a beautiful dress that showed off her figure. She was naked beneath it -- she had gotten used to being naked and only wore clothes when we went out in public, which wouldn't be often. I drove her to the mall, and we took our time exploring the stores.

I kissed her as we stood in line at the food court. "I love you, my beautiful wife."

She smiled. "I love you too, my darling husband."