A Witch's Tale Pt. 02

A 'gender' change for the better?

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I woke up completely refreshed as the sunlight started peeking through the blinds. Mike was still sleeping, so I quietly slipped out of bed and padded my way to the bathroom to pee.

After brushing my teeth and washing my face, I put on a tee shirt from my "man" days, and I made my way to the kitchen to see what I could round up for breakfast. I'd gone commando underneath because I didn't want to risk making a loud noise in the bedroom getting something out of the drawer and waking Mike up. While quietly scrounging around for something to eat, Mike, in all his nakedness, wandered into the kitchen. "Good morning, Bobbie."

"Morning, Mike."

Picking me up by the waist, he sat me on the counter and stood between my legs and moved close for a kiss. His breath was stale, but I didn't push him away. He kissed my neck and caressed my breasts through the shirt. Mike kissed his way down the outside of my tee shirt, pausing to bite on my nipples that were now standing erect through the fabric before continuing down my shirt, kissing my belly until he lifted the front of the shirt to discover my nakedness as well.

"I've unleashed a horny monster, haven't I?" as he kissed the tiny strip of pubic hair I had left. "You're incorrigible," I sighed.

Without responding, he inched me forward to the edge of the counter and started kissing and licking my labia and the inside of my thighs. He paused licking to say, "You've definitely unleashed feelings in me that I've never felt before. I just want to find ways to keep pleasuring you. I want to be your man, and I want you to be my woman. I know, that sounds sort of 'caveman-ish' but I don't want to let this potential relationship get away."

He looked me in the eyes, and then quickly kissed me again, before continuing, "I don't want you to think last night meant nothing to me and that I will disappear from your life. I want to spend time with you. I want to get to know you."

My mind was still a bit befuddled and before I could think of a response, Mike lifted the tee shirt over my head and started nibbling and biting on my breasts, and particularly my nipples. As he squeezed my left nipple between his teeth, I felt a shock in my nervous system, not quite pain, and just on the borderline of pleasure. My abdomen felt warm, and I sensed I was getting wet. When Mike switched to my right nipple, he slid two fingers into my pussy. He thrust them in and out a dozen or more times.

"Curl your fingers like this," I said, demonstrating with my middle and forefinger using an almost come-hither motion. Mike did and immediately touched my g-spot. "Oh yes, now just keep stroking your finger like that. Oh, fuck yeah, that's perfect."

Mike responded well to my commands and didn't seem at all disappointed in my instruction. He latched on to my right breast again, biting the nipple. This time, the shock was still there, and it took my breath away, but it was more pleasurable this time.

"Mike, if you keep this up, you're going to make me cum."

He didn't answer, he simply switched to my left nipple and continued biting the erect nub sticking out from my areola. I could feel I was getting closer and taking my hands from behind me as they were supporting my weight, I wrapped them around Mike's head as I passed the point of no return and cried out in ecstasy, "oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck," as my body shook and twitched. It was a nice climax, different from when my clit is stimulated, but very nice just the same.

When my orgasm quieted, Mike let go of my nipple, and I let go of his head, collapsing back on my elbows on the counter. "Holy fuck, Mike..." but before I could finish the sentence, he moved his head down and started tonguing my clit, all the while still using the come-hither motion on my g-spot. I instantly went off again. It was so intense that all I could see were fireworks exploding in my eyes as they rolled back into my head. My brain, my nervous system, seemed to be in overload.

I tried pushing Mike away, but I was too weak. He kept at it and didn't stop until I climaxed for a third time, squirting his face with my lady-ejaculate, at which point I collapsed all the way back on the counter, banging my head on the toaster. The noise seemed to break Mike's concentration, and he pulled his face away from my pussy to ask if I was OK.

I looked at Mike, his face, cheeks, and nose looked like a glazed donut. "Mike," I said, clearly exhausted, "you've killed me, I'm dead and gone to heaven. OK, well, perhaps I need some mouth to mouth, that might bring me back."

In an instant, Mike cradled my body and lifted me, carrying me back to the bedroom. He laid me on the bed, and laid next to me, kissing me passionately. While his breath was still slightly stale, the predominant taste was my fluids on and in his mouth. In my mind I was screaming, 'yes Mike! If you ask me to marry you, I will say yes. I will cook for you and give you all my holes. I will give you babies if you want them and go on birth control if you don't. I will be happy to let you fuck me silly with that big cock.'

Suddenly time seemed to stop again as it did in the hall last night. The witch came and sat on the bed with me. Somehow, despite me still kissing Mike, I was able to turn my head and see her face to face. "The curse is going to end with you one way or another isn't it?"

"It feels that way," I responded, pausing for a moment, "Can I ask you a question?"

"Sure honey," she replied.

"Did you used to climax this hard when you were with your man?"

"Oh, yes, and a few times even harder. I gave him anything he wanted, money, sex, my ass, my mouth. I gave him everything he wanted, until he cheated on me with my best friend. I would have even taken him back, but he spurned me for her; so, I cursed him and her. Him with the curse you're currently dealing with and her with a new Hyman that closed her pussy and would not break, doctors couldn't even open it with a scalpel. She died an old maid never having sex again. That was just over 120 years ago. Since it seems you're determined to remain a woman and end the curse, I hope this works out better for you, than it did for me. But watch the days, if he cums inside you 100 times and somehow you don't get pregnant or before the time expires, you will return to being male and you will pass the curse on to him." She slowly faded from my sight and time resumed with me still kissing Mike.

I was still weak from my orgasms, but I could feel Mike's erection against my hip as he was kissing me. He put his left knee between my thighs, and I parted them for him as he continued passionately kissing me. He moved his right knee between my legs, and I spread even wider for him. I could feel the tip of his cock dangling down, touching my labia and bumping against the area at the top where my clit had retreated to.

Breaking the kiss, Mike pushed up on his strong arms supporting his weight, lowered his hips and guiding his cock, as if on autopilot, to my pussy. It rubbed a few times on my labia, parting them as he moved his hips up and down. On the fourth or fifth attempt, his cock snagged at the entrance to my vagina, and he pushed it in.

"Oh, my," I whispered. Mike began slowly thrusting his hips, occasionally changing the action to rolling his hips. At one point he stopped thrusting all together and laid his body on top of mine and simply grinded away in my pussy, with his pubic hairs rubbing and tickling my clitoris. I wrapped my legs around his hips and used my heels to kind of spur him on.

He began thrusting in earnest and rapidly reached his peak. Before I could remind him of his promise, he grunted several times and as he thrust, I could feel his cock pulsing as he emptied his balls into me.

"Mike," I cried out. 'Mike, you promised me you would pull out." I smacked his shoulder several times, but he kept thrusting and cumming in my pussy. I began crying, tears running down my cheek as I feebly punched his shoulders with the side of my fist. As if coming out of a daze, Mike suddenly realized what he did.

"Oh, god, I'm sorry. Bobbie, I'm sorry, I lost control." Immediately he pulled out and I felt some of his spend dribbling out of my pussy and down over my anus onto the sheets.

Mike kept apologizing and I kept crying. Almost shrieking, "Mike, I don't want to get pregnant yet. You promised you'd pull out."

Mike pulled me into his arms. "I am so sorry. No matter what happens at this point I will do whatever you need me to do to make it right." He kept running off at the mouth, "If it turns out you are pregnant, then I'll pay for the abortion if you want one. I'll pay for the doctor today if you want to find out about one of those plan B pills. If you want to keep the baby, I'll support you, heck, I'll even marry you."

"Mike, you don't even know anything about me, and you say you'll marry me." I was pissed. "Mike, I want a career too. I don't want to just stay home and have babies, I want to have my own career, my own money, a life outside the home. I wanted to plan a family once I was settled in my career; not as an oops. I want a husband, a partner, who shared our dreams, together."

I pushed Mike, trying to make him get off me, which he reluctantly did. I got up and went to the bathroom, sitting on the toilet trying to expel his seed from my vagina. Mike pushed the bathroom door open and tried apologizing again. "Mike, get out!" As I sat there for a few minutes pondering my situation, I heard the apartment door slowly open and close.

"Oh, what the fuck now?"

Wiping myself, I came out of the bathroom and called Mike's name. No answer. Brushing my hair and getting myself together, I put on some clothes, I took the elevator up to the 10th floor and knocked on Mike's door. No answer. "Mike, answer the door." I knocked a second time, but no answer. "Come on, Mike, answer the door." One of the neighbors stepped out into the hall, then went back inside.

Returning to my apartment, I sat down at the table and began crying. Talking to myself, "Is this what the witch was talking about, protecting my heart from betrayal? Was it really betrayal, or just an accident? Or did she cause him to lose control? Why did I say, 'get out' when I really meant 'close the door' instead?"

After 20 or so minutes of anger, reflection, questions, self-pity, and a crap load of other emotions, there was a light tapping at the door. Opened it, and it was Mike, standing there with a Dunkin Donuts bag and two coffee cups. "Babe, I'm sorry," we said almost in unison.

I grabbed his belt and pulled him inside. "Why did you leave," I asked excitedly?

"You said to get out, so I thought you wanted me to leave."

"No, I wanted you to get out of the bathroom. I'm sorry, I didn't mean for you to leave. I went upstairs to let you know that wasn't what I meant."

"Yeah, apparently, we missed each other on the elevator or something. I went down to check my mail and when I came back up, my nosy next-door neighbor knocked and told me a young woman was knocking on my door. She was wondering how you got through the front door; I told her you lived here on the 3rd floor. Anyway, I figured you didn't really mean for me to leave, so went down to the corner and got breakfast for us."

"So, you think you can bribe me with donuts and coffee?"

"Um, no, actually I brought us each sourdough breakfast sandwich, a chocolate iced donut, and a coffee for me and a hot chocolate for you. I was listening to you the other day when you told me you keep coffee for visitors, but you don't like it."

I smacked his chest with an open hand. "Yeah, but you weren't listening when I told you I didn't want to get pregnant and that you had to pull out."

"I plead guilty. I'm sorry, I heard that too, but your pussy is so tight, and it was clenching me, and it felt so good that I simply got lost in the moment and physically lost control. I'm really sorry. And I meant everything I said about helping resolve the situation. You just say the word."

"Well, if I am pregnant, I don't think I'll keep it. Not that I wouldn't want to have your baby someday, but right now, neither of us can afford to pay attention, let alone raise a child." We walked over to the table and sat down. I took Mike's hand in mine and looked right into his eyes, "right now, I need you to be situationally aware and keep your promises. I get it, you were aroused, I was tight, and you lost control; but I need you to NOT lose control unless you are wearing a condom. I need to be able to trust you to keep your promises if this relationship is going to go any further."

Mike agreed and accepted full responsibility. "Mike, it's not just a matter of responsibility; part of it is my fault too. I was exhausted from three multiple orgasms and barely conscious. I should have slowed you down after the first climax, but I was enjoying your exceptional oral skills in the kitchen and the lovemaking in the bedroom. I could have been paying better attention and reminded you when I sensed you were getting close. I didn't, and that's my fault."

"I don't mean to interrupt your train of thought, but can we please nuke these sandwiches and eat something. I'm famished," Mike said.

"Yes, babe," I said as I gave him a quick kiss on the mouth. I took the sandwiches out of the bag leaving the donuts and grabbed the two beverages and went over to the microwave.

When I came back to the table, Mike took my hand and looked at me sincerely, saying, "I really am so very sorry. I'm sorry we had our first fight, and we haven't even been on a real date yet. I'm sorry I lost control in the bedroom. But I'm NOT sorry I brought you to three orgasms this morning. I love going down on you, I love the way you taste, I love when you cum on my face, I love how your face scrunches when you climax, I love the small cry you make as you do, I love how tight you are. What I really want to say is I love you. There I said it, and I'm not taking it back."

Pondering his comments for a minute, I replied, "Tell me that again in a few weeks when we've both had the chance to learn more about each other, and I will probably tell you I love you too. Right now, I like you a lot, and yes, I was really pissed earlier. Maybe after breakfast we should try make-up sex and see what that is like. And maybe, we can play with my dildo, some lube, and perhaps give you a hole where you can lose complete control and cum to your heart's content without pulling out."

"OK, make-up sex sounds like it could be fun; and when we're in the bedroom together, I will share a secret with you."

We ate our sandwiches and donuts, each sharing some details about our lives to this point. Of course, all I could tell him about was some of my boyhood adventures as though from a female perspective without explaining further.

I told Mike I wanted to apply over at Dewey, Cheatham, and Howe on Monday as an admin assistant. Mike told me his aunt Martha works there as a real estate attorney, and he would see if she could smooth the way for me. In fact, after we ate, he called her and set up a lunch meeting for me with her on Monday.

Later in the bedroom, the make-up sex was excellent. Mike, worked the dildo in and out of my ass gently with lots of lube while he teased my clitoris, edging me for probably 30 minutes before allowing me to crest the wave into my orgasm. While I was in the peak of my orgasm, he pushed the largest butt plug into my ass - there was a split second of pain which was gone in a few seconds but augmented the peak of the orgasm quite nicely. Pain and pleasure seemed interrelated for me. I noticed that earlier when Mike was biting my nipple quite firmly when I climaxed in the kitchen.

We left the butt plug in while I went down on Mike. It was at this point that Mike shared his secret; he too had a fetish for anal stimulation. He insisted he wasn't gay, had never been with a man and wasn't interested in having a man fuck him, but when he masturbated while growing up he often used the end of a hairbrush in his ass to increase his satisfaction. He told me he wanted me to use the dildo on him while I was going down on him.

I got up from the bed and went into the bathroom to wash off the dildo, and came back, climbing between his legs. Putting some lube on the dildo, and copious amounts of it on his brown eye, I gently applied steady pressure while bobbing on his cock until he relaxed and let me push the dildo in. He never even showed any signs of discomfort, which confirmed for me that he probably used a toy or vegetable or something in his ass regularly before we got together.

Slowly I began to work it in and out, rolling it and swirling it around hoping I was hitting his prostate a little.

The nerve endings at his anus must be almost as sensitive as mine because he was really enjoying the stimulation. His cock was rock hard, harder than I ever noticed before. He was moaning and groaning like crazy as I blew him and fucked his ass with the dildo. His body started to twitch, and he got really loud. It all happened surprisingly quickly, he went from aroused, to highly aroused, to blowing his load in my mouth in just 3 or 4 minutes. Mike climaxed with a loud groan and a tension clenched "fuck" escaping his lips as he erupted in my mouth.

I was not nearly as panicked this time and swallowed several times as he came in anticipation of the next shots of cum coming from his cock. I think he fired 6 or perhaps 8 times before he finished and I licked the leftovers that oozed from his cock, causing his body to twitch.

I must admit that as strong as this climax was for him, I was pleasantly surprised to find his cock stayed 3/4 hard. He had some staying power; after all the orgasms he's had in the last 24 hours, he was still ready for more. It was at this point I decided I wanted to see if I could get him in my ass. I removed the dildo from his ass, wrapped it in a tissue and tossed it on the floor. Taking the lube, I rubbed a bunch on his cock. I pulled the butt plug out fairly easily and hoped this was going to be a sign of good things to come. I applied more lube to my ass and straddled his hips cowgirl style.

Reaching behind me, I grabbed his cock and lined it up with my ass. He wasn't fully hard, so it was a little squishy and that deflected it away from my hole when I tried to push it in. Finally, after 4 or 5 tries and a bit of grunting and groaning on my part, I relaxed enough that I got the head past my sphincter muscle. Holy fuck it hurt; there was some pain, but more of a burning sensation, similar to the first time I pushed the medium butt plug in, but then the burning sensation started to subside. I still had to hold his cock until more of it was inside me, but after a few minutes, as they say, mission accomplished.

All this time, Mike hadn't said anything. I looked down at his face and there was a huge smile on it. "Fuck girl, if I thought your pussy was tight, your ass is like tighter; it's like a vice."

"Well, you are taking my anal virginity," I said quietly. I wiggled around on his cock. I was afraid to move too much as it might slide out. Gradually I could feel him getting harder and I could feel it stretching me a bit more, but there was no more pain after the initial insertion. When Mike got fully hard, I started riding up and down on his cock. It felt good, almost as good as when he was inside my pussy. After a while though, I couldn't keep up the pace any longer. Mike had just cum a short while ago and I'm sure he wasn't going to come soon.

Since he was fully hard now, I asked him to apply some more lube and to do me doggie style. I got into position on the bed, and he came behind me. He squirted a bunch more lube on my hole and pushed his cock in on one thrust. My sphincter had not fully closed yet, so he went in easily and fortunately there still was no pain. Mike started slowly, even pouring more lube on his cock to make sure there was no irritation.

Reaching around and under my hip, Mike started rubbing my clitoris as he pumped my ass in and out. I began feeling that warming sensation in my abdomen as he gradually picked up the pace of his thrusts and the toying with my clit. Mike began grunting and moaning and thrusting harder. I was also letting an "Um" go on every thrust. So, it was a high pitched "um, um, um, um" from me and a growling "awh, awh, awh, awh" from Mike.

As good as this felt and as excited as my body seemed to feel, I just didn't feel like I was going to climax like this. On the other hand, Mike was getting closer and closer. His thrusts were getting harder and harder, and his grunts were getting louder. I could tell he was also covered in perspiration as it was flinging off his body onto my back as he thrust into me. Soon he made one final thrust and growled like a bear, "Fuuuccckkk!" and came in my ass. I could feel his cock twitching, but I couldn't tell how much he unloaded in my ass but based on his vocal offerings it seemed like it was a nice climax for him.

He collapsed on top of me, and his weight pushed me into the bed. I could feel his cock getting softer, but the position we were in and his length when soft allowed him to stay inside me for a little while. Eventually he slipped out and I started to leak on the bed. "Babe, can you let me out, I have to visit the bathroom."

Mike let me up and I hurried into the bathroom. I expelled his cream pie as I was peeing. I went back to the bedroom and Mike was napping on the bed. I guess I finally wore him out. I put on a pair of panties and a tee shirt from my "men's collection" and headed into the living room to quietly watch some TV. I grabbed a couple ibuprofen and a glass of water on the way.

I was lying across the sofa watching some stupid movie when Mike came out to sit with me just before 1PM. I picked up my legs so he could sit down at the other end of the sofa. "My goodness, that was intense. I hope I didn't hurt you," he asked as he massaged my feet.

"No, I'm sore, and I probably won't be able to offer my back door to you for several days, but I'm OK; nothing torn or bleeding as best as I can tell."

"I'm scheduled to go back to work at 8AM Tuesday morning which means I won't be home again until after I get relieved at 8AM Saturday morning. Until then I'm off and we can go about finding out if you are pregnant."

"Let's not talk about that anymore right now. I can get a pregnancy test at the pharmacy on Monday, and I need to read about it on the internet anyway because I don't know how soon you can take the test. It might even be a couple weeks before anything shows up. Plus, I have that meeting with your aunt on Monday at noon."

"OK, can I take you to dinner on Monday evening? It doesn't need to be anything exotic. There's that family restaurant over on 6th, I've been told their food is good and the prices reasonable."

"Yeah, dinner would be nice. Maybe we can go for a run after I meet with your aunt."

"A run does sound like a good idea." Mike was quiet for a few minutes. "Can I tell you another secret? Well or maybe ask you something?"

"Sure, what is it?"

"I really liked when you used the dildo on me earlier. And, um, having anal sex with you, well, that was my first time doing anything like that." He was obviously beating around the bush, but I let him talk at his own pace. "Maybe, um, if I were to purchase a harness and a vibrating dildo, would you fuck me with it? I mean if you're open to doing something like that. Pegging I think it's called."

I sat up and hugged Mike. "Thanks for sharing that with me. I'm very open-minded about such things and if that is what you'd like me to do, I'll do it for you. In preparation though, I want you to read up on the subject. The dildo ended up quite messy after our session. There are steps for cleaning out and techniques for doing it I want you to research. One of the hard-pass things for me involves scat."

"I can do that, and I will do that. Scouts honor," he said holding up the 3-finger boy scout salute.

"OK, in the meantime, I need to go down to the laundry and wash the sheets. I'm sure they will be pretty crunchy by this evening."

"Is it OK if I come sit with you down there."

"Sure, I usually take a book or magazine, but we can chat instead. I need to put on a pair of shorts though." I put on a pair of shorts that I used to run in back when I was a man and drew the string real tight so they wouldn't fall down. I stripped the bed and grabbed my laundry detergent and fabric softener bottles, plus my keys, and we were off to the elevator. Mike carried the bedding while I carried the two bottles.

We sat on the bench in the laundry room and chatted while the washer and dryer ran. Surprisingly, no one else was down there, but someone had been there because there were clothes sitting in one of the dryers. I always thought that it was inconsiderate, and on more than one occasion I had to remove clothes and throw them in one of the metal roll around baskets so I could use the dryer.

Mike went and got some carryout Chinese for dinner for the two of us. He's on a low carb diet but really loves Lo Mein. Go figure. The food was nice, especially the egg rolls. I had not ordered from this restaurant before but kept one of the menus Mike brought back with the food. After dinner we watched the last 5 innings of the baseball game on TV. We snuggled and kissed, but as the evening wound down, I told Mike I was tired and a bit sore from all the sex this weekend and I asked him to go sleep in his apartment tonight. He was OK with it as he had been wearing the same clothes since Friday afternoon.

Sunday was more of a workday for me as I had to create a new resume and add updates to it. Mike made dinner on Sunday evening, and I went up to his apartment to enjoy it with him. Some time on Sunday, or perhaps Saturday evening when he went to get Chinese food, Mike bought some condoms that would fit his girthy cock.

So, after dinner on Sunday, we made love. Actually, he fucked me silly because he insisted on using two condoms (in case it broke) and I guess the sensations for him were greatly reduced so it took him a long time to cum. I got off two times as he pounded my pussy right into the mattress. I'm not sure why I didn't dry out, but I didn't. He was soaked in perspiration from the extra effort it took to climax and collapsed on top of me, and I held him there for perhaps 10 minutes before we got up to shower.

Afterwards I made an excuse of needing to pick out my clothes for the meeting with his aunt. I didn't want to embarrass him, but his bed is just a double, while mine is a queen. He's a big guy and I would not have slept well in that small bed with his big frame next to me. I needed to look my best for my meeting with his aunt on Monday.

Monday came, and all I ate for breakfast was a piece of toast and a glass of juice. I was nervous about the meeting. I showered, blew dry my hair, applied some light make-up and put on a nice office type outfit for the meeting with Mike's Aunt. Mike called my cell as I was getting ready to leave and wished me luck. I told him to meet me in my apartment for our run at 2:30, figuring that would give me more than enough time to meet his aunt and do some extra work on my resume.

We met at the same pub Jamie took me to near the office building. After we introduced ourselves to each other we sat down for lunch. I ordered a salad and a diet Coke. Martha ordered a club sandwich and a water. She was a very attractive woman, perhaps 50-something years old, but not showing any of her age, no wedding rings, and she wore a very nice designer business suit. I saw something like it while at the department store and it was way out of my price range.

While waiting for the food, she read through my resume. "So, you spent a number of years as a technical writer, why do you want to work in a law office, why the change in career direction?"

"Well, I've edited, corrected, and written my share of instruction manuals and I just need to do something different. So many of them are written poorly by AI, probably from China, and I'm getting frustrated making the same corrections over and over again. Not that helping people build their DIY furniture or hook up their electronics isn't good for the community as a whole; I just need to do something more constructive, something more meaningful with my life."

"That's a great answer, remember to use that in your interview. It seems you have the requisite computer skills and language skills, but if they hire you, you'll need to learn the language of legal documents very quickly."

"I'm sure I can do that," I replied. Martha eyed me for a minute before continuing.

"OK, let me tell you what you're in for. Dewey, Cheatham and Howe is not exactly free of sexual harassment, despite being a highly regarded law firm. Mister Dewey and Mr. Cheatham are generally quite nice and might make a few off-color comments from time to time. Ms. Howe, on the other hand, is quite aggressive. She interviews all the prospective employees, especially the ones of the female persuasion. She's bi-sexual, but she likes the chase and conquest of getting an employee, especially a female employee that she views as heterosexual, in her bed. She doesn't want a relationship with them per se, but rather teaching them to make love to her, and having her enjoy making love to them."

"If you are hired, you can expect a lot of attention for the first six to seven months from her; it could be less, it all depends on the employee turnover. There is a higher-than-normal turnover of female employees, some because they don't like the attention, and some because they fell in love with the attention and got rejected as Ms. Howe moves on to her next conquest. If you understand that going in, you'll be way ahead of the game and can use her aggressiveness to your advantage. I certainly did."

Our food came and I sat listening as Martha offered more advice between bites. "Since you don't have a legal background, I think you might have to do a little bit extra to impress her. For example, wear your highest spike heel you own that has a flat sole, don't wear platform heels. Wear a business suit that has a skirt that lands above your knee when standing, with a white button-down blouse under it, but leave the buttons undone down to your cleavage. When standing, have the jacket buttoned but unbutton it casually as you sit down. Practice this move at home if you need to, so it looks very natural."

She continued, "Sit with your legs crossed, but when she looks at you, uncross and recross your legs; not as much as Sharon Stone did in Basic Instinct, but make sure she is looking when you do it. Oh, and wear the skimpiest matching bra and thong you own. Do you shave down there? Make sure there is no hair showing as you cross and recross your legs. Go hairless down there if you need to so no hair peeks out when you are moving. She really hates body hair for some reason, and she's had laser treatments to remove all her hair below her neck."

"Lastly, don't expect her to do anything sexual during the interview, and don't volunteer to do anything sexual during the interview. It all has to be subtle, she likes the manipulation, the dominance, the conquest, and playing a bit of "hard to get" will certainly work in your favor."

Martha gave me some tips for improving my resume and we talked about other things while we finished lunch, including Mike. She asked how long we had been dating, and I told her just a couple weeks. She told me he is a very respectful guy, and he will always treat me nicely; his mother taught him well in that regard. She gave me her work email address and told me to email my resume to her no later than tomorrow morning. She also suggested that if I am hired, that I not disclose any of the sexual goings on with Ms. Howe to Mike. She said he likely would not understand or appreciate what it might take to get ahead.

"Can I ask you a question," I inquired, "and if it is too personal you don't have to answer. Were you hired by Ms. Howe?"

"Yes, I was. I was a paralegal back in those days going to law school at night. She was just 4 years older than me, but she was just as aggressive as she is now. She taught me how to make love to another woman, and that sensuality helped me in my love life with men. I never married, mostly because of my career goals, but I've never had trouble finding a lover when I wanted one."

"She has a very talented tongue, and you will find her to be accomplished at cunnilingus. She will edge you and edge you until your breaking point and make you beg for release. That's when too many of the women fall in love with her and want that attention all the time. And that's when, invariably, a new employee comes along and becomes the new center of attention. I think that may have been what happened to the girl who left last week. Jamie was her name, and she quit with no notice; and there wasn't a new employee hired recently that took her place in Ms. Howe's love life. Maybe Ms. Howe has something going on the side, I don't know."

"Can you tell me her first name, Ms. Howe that is?

"Yes, it's Ginger, but don't ever say that unless she tells you to call her that, which she rarely does. In public it's always Ms. Howe, in the bedroom it's ma'am, mistress, or even goddess, depending on what she tells you to call her. She's very verbal in bed, so if you get that far, don't be offended if she calls you bitch or whore, or cunt."

"Oh, and by the way, the position pays very well, you can expect an offer in the mid to high $60K range to start. The company has full benefits, PTO, and an education plan if you want to become a paralegal or even go to law school." Smiling a wry smile, Martha went on, "And Ms. Howe has her own bonus program for those who are exceptional learners," perhaps remembering something from her past with Ms. Howe. "One more thing, don't let on that you know me as more than someone you met for coffee until after your hired. I don't want Ms. Howe to think I alerted you and spoiled her fun."

Martha bought lunch and as we parted, she gave me a hug and wished me success. She was confident I would at least get an interview based on my education and resume, even if I did not get hired for some reason.

On the walk home I got a little nervous as I didn't own any high heels, let alone a spike heel. Did I even have time to learn how to walk in them? Once home, I had time to work on polishing up my resume and emailing it to Martha.

I just managed to get changed into my running gear when Mike knocked on the door precisely at 2:30. Mike gave me a short kiss on the lips, telling me how sexy I looked. He drove us to the trail and we both stretched before beginning an evenly paced jog. I told him if he needs more pace, to go ahead. I told him my running shoes weren't broken in yet and I was going to jog and walk for a bit until they felt a bit more comfortable.

He said that pace was OK with him as it gave us a chance to talk some more. He asked how things went with his aunt Martha. "It went really well, she gave me some pointers for my resume, which I emailed over to her earlier," I explained. "She told me the position pays really well, and they have good benefits and there might be occasional overnight travel involved." I hated lying about why I might not be home some evenings, but until I knew more, I didn't want Mike to be surprised.

"Anyway," I added, "she is going to turn my resume over to the HR person tomorrow, so I guess we'll see. She seemed confident that I would get an interview, even if I did not get hired as they are looking to replace someone who left the firm last week."

I slowed to a walk for a 1/4 mile or so, then started jogging again. Mike was telling me stories from the firehouse, we were laughing and cutting up. At the two-mile mark, I told him I needed to turn back. I explained that Martha said I needed to get a pair of heels to go with my office wear as that is the de facto dress code at the firm and I did not want to get blisters from the running shoes that would make me walk awkwardly in heels. He understood and we started our walk back to the car. I apologized multiple times for ruining his run. "Think nothing of it, I got plenty of exercise over the weekend. Nudge, nudge, wink, wink," as he bumped me playfully with his elbow.

"Are you telling me you're a Monty Python fan?"

"Yeah, I've laughed my way through a couple of their movies," he replied. On the way back to the parking lot we sang the I'm a Lumberjack song from the Flying Circus episodes. Despite only going 4 miles in total, it was a nice afternoon with Mike.

Back home we each retreated to our own apartments to shower and get dressed for our dinner date. After showering, drying my hair, and applying a bit of make-up, I put on a matching bra and panty set along with the other casual dress I bought when I went shopping earlier. It had a nice flair to the skirt and had a V-neck with thin shoulder straps, so I was showing a lot of skin up top but not revealing too much. I wore my flat shoes instead of the sneakers, which were the only two pairs of shoes I owned at the moment.

Mike knocked on my door at 4:45. I opened it to find him wearing a pair of cream-colored shorts and a light blue polo shirt. His legs looked amazing in the shorts and the polo shirt contoured to his pecs and shoulders nicely. I know I'm very attractive from seeing myself in the mirror, especially with a light application of make-up, and that I was at least an 8 out of 10, but this man was easily an 11. He tells me all the time how lucky he is to have met me, but I feel the same way about him. He is a hunk. Anyway, we interlocked arms and strolled toward the elevator after I locked my door.

We held hands as we casually walked the 5 blocks to the restaurant. Mike offered to drive, but there is only meter-parking there and often it's full. The walk was nice. The dinner was nice too. It was only a family restaurant, nothing fancy, but the quality of the food was excellent. I had the ham-steak with green beans and the homemade mac and cheese. Mike had the grilled salmon with peas and carrots and a salad in place of the fries that came with the meal originally. The conversation was great as we both learned more about each other.

On the walk back, Mike put his arm around my waist. I put my hand in the back pocket of his shorts and massaged his butt cheek all the way home. On the elevator, I told him I knew he had to be at work at 8:00AM, but if he wanted to come in for a frozen yogurt bar, he was welcome. He said yes, but once we were inside the door and it was closed, there was no more talk of the frozen yogurt bar.

Mike pulled me into his arms and kissed me like he meant it, deeply, passionately, tongues tangling. It took all my strength to push him back against the door as I broke the kiss and slid down to my knees, unbuckling his belt and yanking down his shorts and underwear in one movement, having him step out of them as I tossed them to the side. His fully erect cock popped out and hit me in the forehead. Using my shoulder to nudge his legs apart so I could get unfettered access, I grabbed his cock in my right hand and cradled his balls in my left.

Licking from his balls up to the head and back down again elicited a long moan from Mike. I kissed each of his balls before licking them and trying to put them individually in my mouth. Mike was already pretty well aroused though, and his testicles and sack were starting to get tight to his body. I knew that he was ready to pop, so I covered the head of his cock with my mouth and began licking the underside of the head and swirling my tongue around it while I stroked him. With my left hand I wiped some of the saliva from my chin and reached between his legs and started rubbing his anus, gently pressing but not really trying to penetrate him.

I guess that was all he needed, because when I did that, he grunted "Oh shit," and started bucking his hips into my mouth. I almost lost control as I wasn't expecting the thrusts, and his cock slipped from my hand and went straight to the back of my throat causing me to gag. I quickly grabbed his cock around the base and held on as he grabbed my hair and started fully face fucking me.

His sphincter relaxed as he did this, and I pushed two fingers into his ass. I didn't even have time to find his prostate when he grunted again, growling like a bear, muttering "oh ffuuuccckkk!" He bucked hard as his body twitched and writhed through his climax. I caught the first couple spurts in my mouth, but he was sloppy wet with my saliva, and I lost control again and the rest of his spurts, another 4 or 5 landed on my face, in my eyes that I just managed to close in time, and on my neck. I chuckled to myself as Mike's jerking and bucking slowed to a stop, 'well girl, you just got your first pearl necklace.'

Unlike several times where Mike remained somewhat hard after his orgasm, this time he got soft almost immediately and slid down the door in exhaustion. He pulled me to him for a kiss and after passionately kissing me for a couple minutes, he started to lick his cum off my face. Quite frankly, it felt strange; almost like being licked by a puppy. He wiped up the cum of my neck with his fingers and fed some of it to me, and some to himself. When he was done, it felt like there wasn't a trace of it left on me.

"Fuck, that was incredible. I can't believe how strong that climax was. I hope I didn't hurt you," Mike said

"No, on the contrary, I thought it was awesome. I liked that you were so aggressive by grabbing my hair and face fucking me. I'm sorry I lost control and didn't get all your cum."

"Bobbie, I never, ever mind cleaning up my messes, especially when it's you I'm cleaning up the mess with."

After catching his breath for a minute, Mike continued, "I've never met anyone like you before. I love everything about you. I love that you take me in your mouth and give me these amazing blow jobs, and that you finish me and swallow. I love that you forgave me after I failed to pull out the other night. I love that you gave me your virgin ass, even when I'm sure it hurt being it was the first time. I love that you'll sit on my face and let me go down on you when I want, and cream all over my face when you cum. I love the things you've told me about your life and how you laugh at my stories and that you sang 'I'm a Lumberjack' with me."

Mike paused for a minute, "I know it's early in our relationship, but I really do think I'm in love with you. I want to spend my life with you. Will you mar..." I put my hand over his mouth.

"Don't say it. Don't ask me that now; I'd have to say no right now, and I don't want to say no to you. We need to give this relationship time to grow. Please don't ask me that now."

"But I feel like you're my soul mate."

"And I think you might be my soul mate too, but can we grow into those feelings some more? Please? It hasn't even been 2 weeks."

"OK," Mike said as he pulled me close and hugged me.

Thinking to myself, 'I don't know if he is in love with the sex, or me. Yes, there is instant chemistry between us, and passion, oh such passion, but that isn't enough to sustain a relationship, is it?' At any rate, all this talk sort of killed the mood for now, so standing, I walked over to the sofa to sit. Mike followed and sat next to me.

"I'm sorry, I don't mean to make you crazy," he said.

"Mike don't apologize for your feelings. I have my own feelings about us that I need to sort out."

He took my hand and quietly asked, "Since we need to learn more about each other, can I share something with you?"

"Mike, you can share anything with me. We should both do that. How else will we get to know each other?"

"Um, OK, um, growing up, my mother was a strict disciplinarian. When I was young and I did something wrong, my mother used to take me over her knee and smack my bare bottom with her hand, or if I was really bad, she used the back of a hairbrush." I sat listening as Mike continued, "when I was 10 or 11, I don't even remember what I did, maybe came in late or didn't clean my room, something stupid, anyway, even though I was bigger than her at that point she had me get across her knee and paddled my bare butt with her hairbrush. Well, I got an erection, a big hard one, I don't know how she didn't notice, but she definitely did when I shot my load on her leg while she was smacking me."

I'm sure my face was one of shock, as Mike continued, looking down and not directly at me, "anyway, she got even madder that I did that. She smacked me some more yelling at me and telling me I needed to control my urges. After she finished, she told me I needed to clean up my mess. She pushed me off her lap onto the floor. Not knowing how to proceed, I got down and started licking the cum off her leg. I was doing it for probably 5 or 10 seconds when she started screaming asking me what the hell I was doing."

"At any rate, that led to a whole new round of spankings. After that when I did something wrong, even minor things that never warranted a spanking before, she had me stand in front of my bedroom closet door about 3 feet away and I had lean forward to hold onto the door frame while I got either 5 or 10 whacks with one of my leather belts on my butt through whatever I was wearing at the time, shorts, jeans, etc., based on the severity of the infraction. She made me count out the whacks, and after she was done, she used to warn me she better not find any of that nasty 'man juice' in my underwear when she did the laundry."

I could hardly believe what I was hearing. I felt sad for Mike, and angry at his mother for her cruelty to her son. Was that her fetish, was she getting off on spanking her son? And why was he telling me this embarrassing story?

After several minutes of silence, with Mike sitting there, hanging his head down, he spoke again, "so anyway, that's why I'm not afraid of my own spunk, why I don't mind cleaning up after my seed lands on you. I used to cum in my underwear almost every time she whipped me, and I used to lick the underwear clean and rinse them before putting them in the laundry."

This clearly explains why he doesn't have an aversion to either of our sexual bodily fluids. Giving Mike a hug across his body, "Honey, I don't know what to say. That was such a sad, embarrassing story. I don't understand why a mother would do that to her child."

"She wanted me to become a good person, I guess. I certainly learned about actions and consequences, that's for sure. I guess I told you because I wanted you to know that to some degree, I associate getting my butt smacked with sexual gratification. I think that in addition to eating my own cum, it might be why I like anal stimulation and penetration, and why I want you to peg me."

"Well, this is certainly a topic we should discuss further in the future. For myself, I'm OK with playful spankings when we are having sex, but hard spankings, belts, etc., aren't for me. I don't object to making my partner happy if that is what they really want me to do; but we'll need to establish boundaries and safe words if you want me to do anything like that to you. I would think that sort of thing could easily become physical abuse without those things."

Still somewhat subdued and quiet, Mike asked, "Would it be OK if I pleasured you?"

"Well, if you have a condom with you, what I'd really like is for you to take me in the bedroom and make love to me. At this point I need to feel you inside me."

With that, Mike scooped me up off the sofa onto his lap. Standing he carried me into the bedroom as we locked lips going down the hall. Laying me gently on the bed, Mike stood taking off his shirt and shoes, the only things he was still wearing from our playtime in the living room by the apartment door. His cock was already starting to grow and harden.

Starting at my feet, Mike slipped my shoes from my feet, then began kissing my feet, massaging them as he nibbled on each of my big toes. This bordered on tickling, but not enough to make me giggle, yet it was extremely sensuous at the same time. Kissing and licking his way up both my legs individually until he reached the top of my thighs, just inches from my wet panties. Once there, he took a long whiff of my panties before reaching at the sides of my hips for the top hem and pulling them down my legs. Mike immediately came back and blew his breath on my quim, causing me to shudder.

"Take my dress off. We got lucky at the front door and didn't get anything on it then, and I don't want to get anything on it now."

Mike slid my skirt up as I lifted my hips, and once it was past my butt, I sat up so he could pull it over my head. Both naked now, Mike stood and gently folded the dress and laid it over the chair in the corner.

Coming back to bed, Mike stood between my legs and put my feet over his shoulders, Mike kneeled between my legs. I could feel his breath on my labia, and I expected him to start licking my pussy. Instead, he pushed my hips up and back and started rimming me. God that felt good, and completely unexpected. Laying my head back I closed my eyes to enjoy the sensations. There was a pause in the action as Mike apparently was putting saliva on his fingers. I felt two fingered press against and then entered my anus as I relaxed my sphincter.

"Oh baby, that's nice," I cooed. As quickly as those words left my mouth, I felt fingers enter my pussy. At the same time, his right hand started pinching my left nipple, which in the air-conditioned apartment was already hard and poking out looking for attention. Mike started thrusting his left hand in and out of me. I couldn't see, but I'm guessing his ring finger and pinky were in my ass and his index and middle finger were in my vagina.

Whatever combination, it felt good, and I could feel my abdomen warming and my nipples tingling. Moving his head forward, Mike flicked my hard nub of a clitoris causing my body to shudder and twitch. "Oh fuck, that's nice," I moaned.

I almost started to feel a little dry at my anus, but then liquid from my gushing vagina dribbled down across my perineum and onto his fingers, solving the dryness issue temporarily. Mike was still randomly flicking my clit, and I was thrashing around on the bed as he used his fingers to double penetrate me. "Fuck baby, I'm so close. Mike, please, I need to cum honey, I need to cum." As the last word left my lips, Mike latched onto my erect clitoris and gently bit and flicked it as I exploded in orgasm.

It seemed to go on forever as I arched my back causing Mike's fingers to come out of my ass and made a silent cry to the gods with my head thrown back and straining to bury itself in the mattress. Mike didn't stop, however, and I began to buck my hips as I clenched the sheets, continuing to cry out in agony and ecstasy trying to get Mike to stop. Eventually he did stop, but I was completely out of it by then. My body twitched like I was having a seizure.

At some point in my semi-conscious state, Mike donned a condom and fucked my pussy for all he was worth. Initially on my back in standard missionary style, then with my hips on a pillow and my legs over his shoulders, then on my side with my legs curled up in almost a fetal position, and finally (at least that's all I remember) with me on my stomach with my hips elevated on two pillows. I don't remember his climax or much after he put me on my stomach on the pillows.

I didn't die apparently because I woke up just after 8:00AM and the sun was shining through the open blinds. Mike had placed me under the covers, and I guess left at some point during the night or this morning. I had to pee so badly, I almost didn't make it to the toilet. After peeing, I climbed into the shower and just ran the water until I started to feel like myself.

I did not hear my cell phone ring while I was in the shower, but I saw that Mike called about 10 past 8. I didn't listen to his message, but I'm sure it was one of concern, so I called him back right away.

"Hi Honey," I said when he answered.

"Are you OK this morning? I guess I got a little carried away last night."

"Yeah, I'm fine. I'm a little worn out and tired maybe, but that is it. I'm gonna eat a little breakfast, get dressed and go downtown to the mall to get some shoes for my interview, whenever they schedule it."

"OK, I'll let you go. I just wanted to make sure you were OK this morning. Have a fun time shopping."

'Oh yeah, shoe shopping, lots of fun,' I thought before saying "thanks, I will."

After we hung up, I did go and dry my hair, grabbed a slice of toast and some OJ, before putting on some make-up, a bra and panties, and the dress I wore last evening.

Getting on the subway I went back downtown to the mall and my now favorite department store. Strolling in the shoe department, I browsed through the selections picking out a pair of strappy sandals and a pair of heels that had probably 3 1/2 inch spike heels. One of the women in the department came over to me to see what size I needed.

I asked her to sit with me for a minute. I told her my lie about growing up with a single dad and that I've never worn high heels before. I explained that I am applying for a job at a law firm and my friend told me I should wear high heels for the interview, that it was sort of a de facto dress code there.

She looked at the sample high heel I had in my hand and said that this shoe will definitely make a statement, but that I may want to get something of a slightly smaller high heel, perhaps 2 1/2 to 3 inches, and just a bit thicker heel spike as it may take some time getting used to walking in them, and that I definitely want to do that before attempting something on a thin spike heel and end up breaking the heel. That would ruin the interview and your mood, she said.

She grabbed a stool and her Brannock and sat down in front of me and carefully measured my foot. I measured out to a size 8, which was slightly smaller than the 8.5 shoe that Jamie left me. That shoe felt comfortable, but I was willing to go with what the saleswoman suggested.

She went in the back and in addition to the strappy sandals, she brought out several stylish high heeled shoes. All the high heels were black, two had open toes, and two had closed toes. Two were 2.5 inches and two were 3 inches tall. All 4 had slightly thicker heels than the spike I picked originally but weren't what I would call granny heels.

She had me stand in them, and believe me, it was definitely a learning experience. She helped me walk a few steps on the carpet before letting me try on my own. Coaching me to place the heel first then roll forward onto the ball of my foot. I took several steps and, while not easy by any stretch, it wasn't as difficult as I thought it would be. I settled on the 3" shoes, one closed toe, and one open toe, plus the sandals.

Since we were right next to the lingerie department, she helped me pick out some stockings that would look best with the open toe shoe. She said it wouldn't matter as much with the closed toe shoe. These were thigh high stay-up stockings. She explained that she likes them better than pantyhose and they really do stay-up without a garter belt.

She checked me out and again it was a matter of using my touch feature of my credit card and smudging Roberta instead of Robert with my finger on the signature screen. Since she wasn't busy, we chatted for a few minutes. She told me my make-up looked good, and I told her the woman over in cosmetics taught me how to do it, how to choose the right colors, etc. I sincerely thanked her for all the great advice and for helping me make the right choices. She wished me luck with my interview.

After walking out of the department store, I stopped into Victoria's Secret before heading to the subway. I picked out a bra and panty set for the interview, as well as a bra, panty and garter belt set, plus some regular stockings for potential play time with Mike.

The last place I stopped at the mall was the Hallmark store to get a calendar/journal I could use to track the number of times Mike, or another man, came in one of my holes, plus the start and end dates for the window in the witch's curse. While I loved being a woman, at least so far, and I enamored with Mike, I wasn't completely sure yet about remaining a woman.

Reflecting over the last couple weeks, based on how many times Mike and I have done it so far, getting to 100 times in a total of 365 days was not going to be a problem. Getting him to cum in a condom to slow the count might be the bigger issue.

Riding the subway on the way home, I reminded myself to stop at the pharmacy and pick up some tampons. If Jamie was right in her letter, that issue would be coming up at the end of next week, but I wanted to be prepared for when it arrived. Going forward, I kept a couple in my purse.

When I got home, there was an email from Betty, the HR person at the law firm, inviting me to come in for an interview on the 20th, which was next Tuesday, at 10AM. She noted that it might be subject to change if any of the existing court dates changed, but as of today it was a pretty firm schedule. In addition to meeting with Betty at 10, I would be meeting with Ms. Howe at 10:30. I immediately replied, thanking her for the invite and confirming I would be there.

Good, this gave me a whole week to learn how to walk in heels and a chance to break in the shoes a bit walking around the apartment.