A Witch's Tale Pt. 05

A 'gender' change for the better?

Thank you for taking time to read this story. As always, I welcome your comments; let me know your thoughts regarding the story. I hope you enjoy it.

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Meeting Mike in the lobby, he drove us over to the trail. We jogged for a total of 6 miles, 3 miles out and 3 miles back. Technically Mike ran further because he would go into a full run for 1/2 mile, then turn around and come back to me. The exercise felt good, and it did me some good too; I think I was putting on a few pounds, and I needed to get back in shape.

Mike stopped at the Chinese take-out place on the way home. He got his usual quart of Pork Lo Mein, while I got a small Chicken Fried Rice and some Wonton soup. He cracks me up with his desire to eat Lo Mein. He eats healthy, low carb meals all the time except for bagels and Lo Mein. Go figure, but I suppose if he gets in his exercise, he will be fine. He told me they have a treadmill and elliptical at the fire house, plus a weight bench; and he still picks me up as if I was as light as a feather.

After dinner, I gave Mike a sloppy blow job, sucking his sweaty cock until he came in my mouth. I decided to make him shower in the future, as his body's musk is very strong. He wanted to go down on me in return, but I told him I needed to get to sleep early because I had to work the next day. He offered to drive me to work, but I told him that unless it was raining, I would walk since it is only 5 blocks. Mike went up to his place and I showered, relieving the tension by rubbing out a quick one, and went to bed.

Monday morning, I quickly showered again, mostly to get rid of my bed-head hair. I blew my hair dry, put on makeup, got dressed in the items Martha picked out for me to wear, and headed out to the office.

I met with Betty, got all my new-hire paperwork out of the way and was shown to my cubicle. Betty had one of the other women, Ellen, to show me around the office, restroom locations, break room, we cruised by the offices of Mr. Dewey, who was on the phone, into the offices of Mr. Cheatham for quick introductions, past Ms. Howe's office, which was dark; perhaps she had court today. Ellen introduced me to the other three lawyers in the offices, which included Martha.

Back in my cubicle, Ellen got me started by typing up a few dictated letters, showing me how to operate the dictation machine, which was tied into the network so all the lawyers could leave their letters and legal documents to be typed up. Ellen told me if I ended up with a legal brief, to come find her and she would walk me through how to set that up as it was different than a letter or memo. She thought I would be OK though, because most of the lawyers type their own legal briefs and we just get them to make copies and/or file, and to review for grammar errors, typos, and punctuation.

At 11:15, Ellen came back by my cubicle to see if I wanted to order a sandwich from a local deli they frequently order from. She said that they usually order on Friday's and generally one of the lawyers picks up the lunch tab, but because I was new, Martha offered to pay for lunch today. I ordered a Turkey and Provolone on Rye, and a diet Root Beer.

Ellen asked if I was doing OK with the work, and other than a couple mishaps with listening to dictation and not stopping soon enough and having to go back and listen to it again, I got the hang of it and had typed out 4 letters. Ellen perused through my work and said I did a nice job, then teased me that I should slow down or I was going to put them all out of work.

"Really, I don't want to get off on the wrong foot."

Ellen chuckled, "Just kidding you. Monday's, as long as everything is caught up on Friday before we go home, are the slowest day of the week in the office. By Wednesday or Thursday, you're going to be wondering if it ever lets up."

At 5 past noon, Ellen came by my cubicle again to let me know lunch had arrived. In the breakroom, Ellen introduced me to the other two administrative team members, Mary and Becca. Martha and the other two lawyers Ellen introduced me to, Neil and Trisha, were there too. They were all very welcoming and Ellen was already bragging that I was catching on very quickly.

The written office policy outlined two 15-minute breaks during the day and one 45-minute lunch break, though Ellen indicated that it was more to keep people in line who wanted to abuse the company's generosity. She said that they've almost never had to discipline anyone for abusing the rule. In fact, everyone kind of broke up from lunch at about the 35- or 40-minute mark and made their way back their spaces to work.

One of the letters I typed was for Martha and she stopped in my cubicle during the mid-afternoon to tell me I did a nice job with it. She also wanted me to talk to Michael as she wanted to take him and I out to dinner Tuesday evening. She had court on Tuesday morning to hear the judgement of the court regarding the case I sat through the prior Monday. In the afternoon, she had court on a different matter but felt it would wrap up between 4:30 and 5:00PM.

She said we should meet her at the pub where she and I had lunch before going to court the week prior. Laughing, she told me, "Tell Michael to wear something casual, but nicer than a tee shirt. He doesn't need to be intimidating the restaurant staff with his muscles rippling under his tee shirt."

During my afternoon break, I called Mike on his cell and gave him the dinner invite. I told him word for word what Martha said, and he laughed hard. He said he would tell me that story tonight. He also said that it sounded great and that he was making me a special dinner tonight to celebrate my first day in my new job.

A couple minutes before 5, Ellen came over and told me I did a great job on my first day, and said it was time to head home. She told me that technically the office hours for the staff were 9-5, but that generally everyone was at their cubicles by 8:45 in the morning. I told her I would not be late.

After the walk home, I changed from my work clothes into a pair of denim shorts and a tank top, going braless underneath. Mike made us a very nice dinner of Braised Boneless Chicken Breasts with baby carrots, and he made an actual apple cobbler for dessert. Everything was cooked perfectly, and I was very impressed with the meal, and especially the apple cobbler. Mike topped it with Ready whip.

I helped Mike with the cleanup and once the dishwasher was running, we went into the living room to spend some time smooching. In between kisses, Mike showed me pictures he took on his cell phone of the King Size bed he ordered for the bedroom and the dining table and chairs he bought for the dining room at the furniture store today. He said he asked Martha for her advice on where to shop for those things, and she gave him the name of a salesman she recommended at one of the local furniture stores. Apparently, she called and let the salesman know Mike was coming. He was really pleased with himself because he got a great deal, got to write a check for the entire amount, and in addition, all his monthly bills were paid, and he still had money left in the bank.

Mike said even though he had a pension as a fireman, Martha insisted that he put $100 out of each paycheck into an IRA that she set up for him with her financial advisor. By the time Mike retired, he would have his pension, and his IRA, so he would be comfortable in retirement.

Mike told me the story about the tee shirt. Martha took him to dinner after he graduated college, and his tee shirt apparently was slightly small and perhaps a bit worn. At any rate, his napkin fell onto the floor, and while stretching to reach it, Mike ripped out the shoulder seam on both arms of his shirt. He said, the waitress sort of freaked out at seeing that happen because The Hulk was the popular movie at the time and she had just seen it with her boyfriend.

Picturing that in my mind, I couldn't stop laughing for several minutes. Mike was laughing too. After that I took Mike into his bedroom and helped him pick out a nice pastel colored plaid button down short sleeve shirt for tomorrow night. I even made him try it on to make sure it wasn't too tight. When he took it off, I hung it up and then I came back to snuggle up next to his chest, hugging him. As he hugged me back, I leaned my head down a bit and flicked his nipple with my tongue.

Mike shivered as I did that, before pulling my head up to kiss for a very lusty kiss. I sucked on his tongue and softly bit his bottom lip. I wanted him and I wanted him to know it. I started kissing my way down his body and was getting ready to drop to my knees when he grabbed me by my underarms and pulled me back up to his lips, kissing me once again.

Mike pulled my tank top over my head, which broke our kiss. "Tonight honey," he said, "it is all about you and your pleasure."

Lifting me off the floor, Mike set me down on the bed. He picked up my right leg and started kissing my foot, which was already shoeless since I arrived at his apartment. He bit and sucked on my big toe and kissed his way up my calf, around my knee and up the inside of my thigh. He bit and tugged at my denim shorts like he was a playful puppy, before giving my left leg the same treatment.

He proceeded to kiss his way up to my breasts, first massaging them with his hands and then licking, teasing and nibbling on them with his lips. At this point, I was ready for some serious fucking to take place, but instead, as I squirmed on the bed, he began softly biting my nipple while pinching the other. He alternated breasts pinching and biting my nipples as I moaned and sighed and begged for release. I was extremely aroused, trying in vain to rub my crotch on his leg, but he stayed just out of range.

"Fuck, baby, I need to cum. I need you inside me. Please babe, please don't make me beg."

Five minutes later, my pleading increased. "Oh god babe, please, this slut needs your cock in her cunt. I need you to fill me with your seed, breed me, make me your cum whore."

Finally, I thought I was going to get to feel his big cock, Mike was getting undressed, as I writhed on the bed in anticipation. Mike reached for the button on my shorts, unfastening it and pulling my shorts and panty off in one motion.

"Oh, yes, baby, give me that cock," I begged, trying to reach for it. Mike stayed out of range though and instead buried his face in my quim. "Oh fuck," I almost came right then. Mike pushed my legs over his shoulders and reached midway up my back picking me up. Standing, Mike had me on his shoulders and was licking my pussy, dragging his tongue over my clit with every pass. I had to reach my hands up to brace myself against the ceiling as my hips began humping his face.

"Oh shit, Mike. What are you doing to me? Fuck I'm gonna cum any second. Oh shit, oh shit, ohh sshhhiiitttt," I cried as I climaxed. It was hard, and god was it nice. I humped Mike's face for all I was worth as I felt like I was going to climax forever. "Of fuck, Mike, oh shit, I'm gonna go off again." Taking one hand off the ceiling and wrapping it around the back of his head, I fucked Mike's face, humping and humping. The tension was incredible; I wanted to arch my back so badly, but I was afraid to do it, that I might make us fall.

Just when it felt like the second climax was ending, I felt another building. "Oh fuck, not again, oh fuck, oh fuck ffuuuucccckkk." My third climax was as hard as the other two and this time I erupted on Mike's face, flooding his tongue and mouth, I'm sure, with my lady ejaculate. I collapsed onto Mike's head, holding on with both hands for dear life afraid we were gonna fall, but at this point I was like a rag doll, incapable of independent movement.

Mike gently laid me down on the bed, pressing his way up my body in between my legs. "Fuck, Mike, that was incredible. I've never cum like that before. Come here babe, I need to kiss you."

I kissed Mike, tasting my lady cum on his lips. I licked all around his mouth, tasting myself in a new way. Mike still hadn't said a word. I was still breathing hard, but managed to croak out, "I get it you're trying to kill me, aren't you?"

It was at that moment that I felt Mike's hard cock part my labia and press into my pussy. "Oh god," I moaned. Mike slid in until I felt his balls touch my ass. He retreated before gently pushing in again. He did this multiple times, each time getting an "Oh" from my lips, and each time he pushed in just a little harder and a little faster.

In short order he was like a machine, fucking me right into the mattress. As he was pounding my pussy, I cried out, "yes, fuck your whore's cunt. Give this whore everything you've got. Wear this cunt out."

Suddenly Mike stopped and pulled out. Raising his voice like I'd not ever heard him do, he spoke forcefully, "Don't do that. Don't call yourself a whore, and don't use the word cunt to describe yourself. That's a very vulgar term, and I don't like it. And since we're talking about prefernces, don't call me Daddy, either. I've seen some porn where the woman calls the man Daddy, and I don't like that either."

"Babe, I'm sorry," I said sitting up. "I wasn't trying to be vulgar; I was just talking dirty in the moment." It was obvious that Mike was offended by the language I used, and it definitely killed the moment. As he sat there his cock grew soft. I could almost swear he had a tear in the corner of his eye.

Mike continued, speaking in a much quieter tone now, "I know you don't get it, but I love you. I really do. I think you are an exceptional woman, and I want to spend my life with you. You're special, you speak to my heart when you talk, I don't know why. And I know you don't love me, like I love you, but I keep..."

"Mike! I do love you," I interrupted, placing my hand over his lips, "I know now that I do love you." I hugged him harder, "I never believed in love at first sight, and I have been disappointed before thinking I was in love, but it was unrequited, and my heart hurt in those instances. I was waiting to tell you; I wanted it to be a romantic time, not during sex, not during lovemaking. I didn't want it to seem like it was the emotions of an orgasm that made me say it." I paused, studying his face.

"Mike, perhaps we should sit down together, maybe after dinner tomorrow with your aunt, or at the latest Wednesday evening before you go back to work and present our list of dos and don'ts. Sexual, non-sexual, personal feelings, individual beliefs, and describe the things we hope for in a partner. I think that will help us understand each other better and allow us to communicate better as a couple."

Mike shook his head in acknowledgement. "Mike, I'm sorry that I said those things, I did not know they would offend you. I wish there was a way I could take them back, but there isn't. What was said is out there and now that I know how you feel about those words in particular, and maybe other words in the future, I'll try to control myself."

"Bobbie, I'm sorry I raised my voice to you. I should have taken a more mature approach and discussed them with you later, in a more relaxed environment. I realize now they were said in the throes of passion. I agree we should discuss the dos and don'ts for each of us. I'm sorry for my part in this."

"Maybe we should take the rest of this evening and work on our lists? I want you to know I do love you. And I'm looking forward to us communicating better as a couple. I want to build a long-term relationship with you. I hope you still feel the same."

"I do Bobbie, I do." I kissed Mike before quietly dressing. I know there had to be a story behind the reasons that Mike was so upset with the words whore and cunt but now was not the time to inquire about it.

I went back down to my apartment and pulled up my word processor on my PC and began typing.

Don'ts:

● Excessive bondage, i. e. anything more than simply tying me to the bed for sexual play.

● Deliberate Purposeful Humiliation, either public or private, this is a definite non-starter for me. This is the one way you'll lose me forever.

● Scat or Water Sports, definitely not into getting crap on myself or on my partner on purpose and not into peeing on each other for sexual gratification.

● Pain, S&M, while playful smack to the butt, nipple pinching, and the like are fine; punishing spankings, belts, whips, canes are definitely out for me. I'm not into receiving significant pain as a part of my sexual gratification. I'm willing to consider those items for my partner if that is what they want.

Dos:

● Oral, Vagina, and Anal sex. I enjoy performing and receiving these. I've never had anyone fuck me between my tits, but I am willing to try it.

● Pegging, I've never done this, but I am willing to try it.

● Sex toys, I enjoy them, and I am willing to use them as part of our sex play

● Edging and teasing to extend sexual pleasure, sure, I like it

● Playful smacks or spanking on the tush are fine as long as no bruises or marks are left behind.

● Lingerie, I love wearing lingerie, and after I have a steady income, I would be willing to buy my partner sexy male lingerie.

Things I hope to get from my partner:

● Trust and faithfulness, without it there is no reason to have a relationship

● Honest Communication and Conversation, I don't expect to hear about every trauma or humiliating story that you've experienced in life, but I want to hear your concerns, hopes, dreams, expectations, etc. I don't want bad feelings to fester when simple communication will help address these concerns. Don't ever deliberately lie to hurt or deceive me. Mum about a birthday present is one thing, outright lying is something else entirely.

● Travelling together, while I'm fine with my partner having hobbies - golf, fishing, hunting and such with the guys, I don't want to be stuck home by myself all the time and never travelling together in search of adventure. At the same time, I expect to have the ability to go shopping with a girlfriend or to a day-spa without hearing a bunch of crap over it.

● Career ambitions, I have my own career ambitions, and I expect my partner will have his as well. I don't plan to spend my days staying home and having babies. I imagine at some point before I am 40, I will want to have a child, but that is not in my immediate future plans. If for some reason my partner and I can't ever have a child, I am OK with that or adopting if we share a mutual desire to be parents.

● Marriage is a natural commitment point for many couples, and I think I would like to marry someday, especially when it comes to life decisions, finances at death, serious illness, etc.; marriage makes some of those challenges easier, but in my mind loving each other forever doesn't require a piece of paper to prove it, particularly if there are no children involved.

By the time I got to this point, it was late, I was tired. I saved the file. I was still a bit frustrated that our evening ended as it did, but I needed to rest as I had to go to work the next day.

The next morning, I was up and dressed and headed out the door at 8:15. I wanted to make sure I arrived by 8:45 since that seemed to be the informal standard the rest of the team was working under. I stepped off the elevator at 8:35. Betty happened to be standing at the front desk. "Oh, perfect timing. I was just testing your badge." Betty handed me a badge with my name and photo on it and asked me if I'd like a lanyard. I declined the lanyard.

Betty continued her explanation. "This is so you can get off the elevator on this floor after hours. Before 8:00AM and after 6:30PM, and on weekend days and holidays you'll need to use this on the security pad in the elevator to gain access to this floor. Obviously, we don't want strangers wandering around on our floor when the office is closed. It also works on the security pad in the fire exit stairs as well. So, say you were on 18 for something and walked down to 17, the door is locked from the stairwell side, and you will need to use the badge there. That particular security pad is required all the time since the fire exit stairs are not adjacent to the front desk. Lastly, there is another fire exit stairs back by Mr. Cheatham's office, but it does not have a security pad and is always locked from the stairwell side."

"I also got you a set of keys for all the drawers in your cubicle, and a key to the file room in the event you need it. You'll want to lock all your drawers at night when you go home and not leave any paperwork out on your desk at night. We trust the cleaning staff, but we don't want them to see things they shouldn't. The file room is always locked, you open it with your key but when you remove the key the door locks again, so open the door before removing the key. As a result, we all take a turn vacuuming the carpet in that room once a week, so when you are asked, don't be shocked. We don't allow the cleaning crew or any non-employee inside the file room."

"OK, no worries about vacuuming. Where do we keep the vacuum cleaner," I asked.

"Follow me, I will show you. There is a small upright cabinet in the file room where we keep it."

I followed Betty into the file room. The room was larger than I expected with rows and rows of shelving, all spaced to fit file boxes evenly spaced on them. In the center of the room was a long high table with 10 high stools around it. At the far end of the center of the room was an upright cabinet that had the vacuum, a dusting wand, a broom, and a dustpan in it.

"The ventilation system in here is very good, so we seldom need to dust; often only once per year, we keep all the necessary cleaning tools in this cabinet. The file boxes never leave this room without one of the partners signing off on that request. We even have a separate copier over on the far wall so there is no reason to remove the files. You'll need to use your security badge to operate that copier to prevent espionage."

"Wow, this room is almost like Fort Knox," I commented.

"Yes, maintaining file security is one of the things the partners are really strict about. It is one of the few things that will get you immediately terminated with no exception."

We left the file room and Betty went to her office and I went to my cubicle. I got a bunch of work done before my morning break. Ellen came over to check on me and asked me if I got my tour of the file room.

"Yes, Betty gave me the tour this morning."

"Take what she said to heart about file security. Client record confidentiality is one of the cornerstones of the firm, and while no one has been fired for it in my 7 years here, it is something that is reinforced a couple times per year in staff meetings."

Ellen looked at the three letters I had on my printer stack that I hadn't taken to the lawyers yet. "These are well done," Ellen said, "Nice job. Not being a nag about security, but don't ever forget to distribute these before leaving for the day and if the lawyer isn't there and their door is locked, put them in a locked drawer of your desk until you can distribute them."

"Thanks for the advice, Ellen. It is really appreciated. My last position didn't have anywhere near this much security. It's one of the things I really need to pay attention to here."

"I'm sure you'll do great. Keep up the good work. Tomorrow and Thursday, and likely even Friday morning, will be busy, but with Ms. Howe on vacation this week, it is a bit quieter. You definitely picked a good week to learn the ropes."

At break time I went to pee. Back in my cubicle I gave Mike a call. He sounded good on the telephone, as if nothing at all went wrong last night. I started to apologize again but then thought better of it since he seemed to act like nothing happened. I asked if he was driving to the restaurant and if he could pick me up. He explained that his aunt called him earlier to say she was going to have an uber pick him up, then pick me up so we could be at the restaurant by 5:30PM, and that we would all share an uber home after dinner.

I did not remember to bring lunch, so I snacked on a pack of peanut-butter crackers and a diet soda from the breakroom vending machines. The afternoon went by quickly and at 5PM, I stopped into the restroom to touch up my makeup and put on a dash of cologne. Downstairs at 5:15, I waited in the lobby until the uber pulled up. I joined Mike in the back seat, and we were off. "You look really nice in your work clothes."

"Thanks, you look nice too. I didn't know you owned slacks," I teased, "all I've ever seen you in was jeans and shorts. You look very nice."

In just a few minutes the uber driver dropped us off at the restaurant. Martha was having a glass of wine in the bar when we walked in. A quick hug and kiss later, and the hostess was taking us to our table. It was much more spacious than the small booth she and I shared on our prior visit.

"So," I asked, "how did your case go this morning?"

"Well, you called it in your assessment when we were talking after the initial hearing. The original covenant from the 1930's cannot be used to allow continued discrimination based on race or ethnicity. The plaintiff lost the case. Overall, the fine was small though, just enough to cover legal fees for the defendant, court costs and a small punitive amount for what really was a frivolous lawsuit which delayed the defendant from purchasing the property sooner."

"OK, you two, enough legal talk. How would you feel if all I talked about was the fire department," Mike said.

Martha smiled right back at him, patting his arm as she said, "Yes, please regale us with some more stories from the firehouse. We need something exciting to talk about while dining."

Mike chuckled too at the teasing from his aunt. Dinner was very good. I ordered the Flounder stuffed with crab; Mike ordered the Rib Eye steak and mixed vegetables in place of his potato while Martha ordered the Lobster. We all had a salad to start. Martha ordered wine by the glass for Mike, a cabernet sauvignon, since he was having beef, and a bottle of white wine for the two of us. I didn't see what type it was since the server had the bottle wrapped in a towel. Once we all had a beverage, she offered a toast, "To new careers and new loves, may you enjoy both." We clinked glasses and took a sip. The white wine was very good.

Dinner was very good, as was the conversation. Mike shared the photos of his furniture purchases with Martha, explaining that they were delivering it the next week after he completed his shift at the firehouse. He thanked her again for the recommendation and was very excited that he got almost 40% off in the deal. He said the salesman was very nice and even offered to finance the purchase, but Mike was able to write a check for the full amount and still have money left in his checking, plus next Friday was pay day. He was very pleased with himself, as he should be.

After dinner, we lingered for a bit with coffee for Mike and Martha, and a cup of herbal tea for me. Mike told a few more firehouse stories before Martha paid the bill and ordered an uber. It was almost 8:00 when we left the restaurant. I was hoping the uber would be something larger than the Prius that brought us here, or someone was going to have to sit in the front.

It turned out to be a minivan this time and all three of us fit in the back seat, me in the middle with Martha on one side and Mike on the other. Mike was a complete gentleman helping us in and closing the door before walking around the back of the car and getting in the other side. Martha couldn't help herself and had to give my thigh, a tender squeeze just above my knee, while Mike was walking around the car.

Martha arranged to be dropped off first, blowing air kisses to both of us as she got out, then told the driver to "Take this lovely couple home." When we got to our stop, Mike offered the driver a tip knowing Martha paid for the ride. The driver thanked us but declined saying Martha had already tipped him generously.

We walked inside and as we rode up to 10, the only button Mike pushed, Mike said he was so sorry about last night. He said, "I made a list of things to talk about, but I want to rework it and maybe talk about it tomorrow night. Tonight, he wanted to make up for last night leaving me frustrated."

'Funny,' I thought to myself, 'he was the one who didn't cum, and he thinks he left me frustrated.'

We walked down the hall to his apartment holding hands. Once in his apartment, he pulled me into his arms and kissed me, another one of his body melting kisses for me. 'Fuck, how does he always manage to do this to me, I feel like I'm just melting in his embrace. This man knows how to kiss a woman.'

Breathing hard into his mouth as our tongues danced and played, I pushed away for a second, "I can't stay all night," I told him, "I have to go to work in the morning."

"I know, but I wanted to let you know how much I care and to make up for spoiling last night. It wasn't your fault; you didn't know the effect those words have on me."

Mike took my hand and led me to the sofa. Where we sat while he talked. I could tell by the way he lowered his head that this was emotional for him. "I told you how my mother used to whip me for even minor transgressions. What I didn't tell you was that I suppose she could tell that I often came in my pants when she whipped me. I don't know if she could smell the cum, or how she knew, but generally right before or right after I climaxed, she would call me a stupid cunt, or a damn whore that couldn't control my desires." Mike was almost sobbing now. I pulled him close to me and hugged him tightly. "That's why I was angry when you used those words last night."

"Mike, honey, I am so sorry, I didn't know."

"I know, and that's why I'm so sorry for snapping at you last night. You didn't know, and I took out my childhood frustrations on you when you were simply talking dirty as part of the excitement in the moment." Mike cried into my shoulder for several minutes before continuing, "I talked to Aunt Martha late last night about what happened and how I ruined the evening, and she reminded me that you didn't know that those words would hurt me so much. She said if I apologized, you would forgive me."

"Mike, I've already forgiven you and for me it is in the past, it is forgotten. I won't use those words again. I thought about what you said last night, and I agree those are vulgar words when used like I did last night. So, I hope you'll forgive me if I hurt you. That is the last thing I want to do. I love you. It has taken me longer than you to get to that point, but I do love you."

I pulled Mike's head back from my shoulder and kissed him. I wiped his tears away with my fingers. "Mike, I don't know if you feel up to it, but I would love to have you make love to me tonight before I go downstairs. That, or you can come down with me and we can make love down there and you can sleep in while I head off to work in the morning."

Mike picked me up and carried me toward the door. As we went out the door and it shut behind us, Mike kissed me. We were still kissing as we got on the elevator. On the ride down to three, the elevator stopped at 5 and a middle-aged woman got on. "OK you two, get a room."

Breaking the kiss for just a second, I replied, "That's where we're headed now."

Just then the elevator dinged for the 3rd floor, and we got off, wishing the woman to have a nice evening.

"Not as nice as the one you're going to have," she said as the elevator door shut.

Mike carried me all the way to my apartment door, and I awkwardly had to reach to stick my key in the lock and open the door. He carried me directly to the bedroom and gently placed me on the bed, lying next to me kissing me and caressing my body over my clothes.

"You look sort of sexy in your work clothes," Mike whispered. "It sort of gives off that librarian vibe."

"Really," I said. "Should I get a pair of black framed glasses to complete the ensemble? I mean, if that sort of thing turns you on..."

"Bobbie, you could be sitting there in ratty jeans and a muddy tee shirt, and I would be turned on. You're beautiful, and I'm really surprised you don't already know that. You're absolutely a 10. You could easily be a model, and you could easily have any man worshiping you. I'm glad you let that man be me, even with all my quirks, kinks, and flaws."

Mike ended the talk with a passionate kiss. Our tongues danced and tangled. I tenderly bit his lip, and he sucked on mine. With my body's cooperation, sitting up, lifting hips, etc., Mike started removing my clothes. He was gentle and delicate about all of it, getting up between pieces to fold and laying each piece on the chair in the corner. It was so sexy, so damn hot. The arousal from the anticipation as he removed each piece was palpable.

When more skin was showing after he removed my blouse, he started kissing my shoulder, nibbling and kissing my collarbone. Fuck this was hot. The anticipation of what he was going to do next was driving me crazy. Love-making between us is frequently raw, horny, filled with rough passion and sexual tension. But this was different, it was tender, it was slow and deliberate, and I could hardly stand it. I wanted him inside me. Now! I wanted to feel his cock sliding in and out of me, it didn't matter where, my pussy, my ass, my mouth, between my tits, I just needed it.

Mike carefully removed my bra, kissing and tasting my breasts, sending shivers through my body. I still had my skirt and stockings and panty on, though my panty was soaked and I'm confident the back on my skirt was too. This suit was gonna have to go to the dry cleaners in the AM; I guess it is good they are right near the office.

Mike kept kissing and licking his way down my body. Sticking his head under my skirt, he kissed the triangle of material on the front of my thong and licked the g-string between my legs. My body shuddered, "Oh fuck," I whispered. Taking the front of my skirt in my hand and pressing it to the back of Mike's head, I pushed his face into my quim. "Oh god, babe, that feels good."

Mike gave me several more very nice licks before turning his head and kissing the inside of my thigh. Not that it would matter, but I sighed my disapproval as Mike began kissing down my thigh to my stocking top. Ever so gently he began rolling the stocking down my leg, kissing his way down my thigh and calf as he did so. Tossing the stocking on the floor in the direction of the chair, he brought his face back to the g-string of my panty and began softly licking me again. "Please, Mike, please," I begged, but he moved with deliberate patience, or deliberate torture, depending on your perspective, to kiss his way down to my other stocking top.

Again, he gently rolled the stocking down my leg, kissing his way down that leg too. Once he reached my foot, he kissed the top of my foot and on down to my toes. He started nibbling on my big toe, sending shudders through my system. In my mind, I'm thinking, don't do that, I've been on my feet much of the day, and they have to taste badly, but my vocalizations were nothing other than moans and sighs as goose bumps travelled around my body.

I felt like even one more flick of his tongue over my clit was going to send me over the edge, that's how much my body wanted it. I was whimpering and begging him, "to please let me cum." Seeming to ignore my pleas, Mike lifted my hips and unhooked and unzipped my skirt, sliding it down my legs. When he picked it up to fold it, I could clearly see the wet spot on the back of my skirt.

Now with just my thong on, Mike came back to my head and kissed me on the mouth. He slipped his arm behind my back, pulling me up to him as he kissed me. I was mush at this point though and needed his arm to support me more than usual, so I wrapped my arms around his neck. While kissing me, he stroked my clitoris with his other hand. "Oh god," I moaned into his mouth. Using two fingers he scissored my clitoris from two sides with the g-string on top of it and gave it a long rub to the web of his fingers and slid back toward the tips.

As his two fingers stroked my clit, and breathing only through my nose, I felt a bit lightheaded while moaning into his kisses, I suddenly climaxed. All the muscles in my body tightened up at once as I cried out into his mouth, "oh god!" My body shook and shuddered as I climaxed, and it seemed to go on and on, lasting indefinitely. Ultimately my orgasm ended, but I was still mush, and Mike gently laid me back on the bed.

"Fuck, honey, that really drained me." Mike went to the bathroom and got me a warm washcloth. He helped me ease my panty off and I wiped my butt cheeks and quim. I scootched up a bit more on the bed because in addition to soaking through my skirt, I also got the comforter wet, and it was cold against my skin. While I was wiping up most of my leakage, Mike took off his clothes and joined me on the bed.

Kissing me, he quietly asked, "are you still safe?"

"Yes," I said, "for another day or two. After that it will be back to wearing a condom."

Mike slid between my legs that I willfully spread for him. As drained as I was, I still wanted him inside me. I needed to feel his big cock sliding in and out of me. As if it had its own eyes, or echo locator, Mike slid his cock into me without either of us touching it. It has happened before, but usually after two or three attempts before it finds the entrance. This time it went straight in on the first try.

Fuck it felt good. Mike laid his body on mine and just ground his hips into mine while kissing me. His pubic hair was teasing my clit, which was still sensitive from my climax. His cock fills me so well, just him rocking his hips a little creates so much pleasure for me.

After a while of course, the feelings got especially good for Mike too and he pushed himself up to full arm extension above me and began thrusting his hips, taking longer and longer strokes, at times pulling all the way out before slamming back into me. With Mike pounding away at my pussy, knocking the breath out of me on each thrust, no one was speaking, just the sounds of my "ohf, ohf, ohf", Mike's "uhm, uhm, uhm", and skin slapping skin with each thrust.

As Mike continued his assault, I got closer and closer to another climax. "Mike, I'm so close. Babe, just a little more, oh, oh, oh fuuccckkk mmeee." I climaxed again, and apparently the pulsing and squeezing of my vagina finally brought Mike off as well, just 20 or so seconds behind me. Arching his back and throwing his head back, Mike growled like a ferocious animal as his body jerked, and he flooded my pussy with his seed. As his climax ebbed, his thrusting slowed, and his cock got soft until he couldn't remain inside me any longer as his hips continued to spasm and jerk.

Pushing off to the side, Mike tumbled over onto his back next to me. I could feel his seed running out of me and onto the comforter. "Honey, that was so hot, so tight. Wow," he said softly as he regained his breath.

"Babe, that was simply amazing. Lying next to you is a well fucked, well satisfied woman."

We snuggled next to each other for a while before getting ready for bed. I retrieved an extra key for Mike so he could lock my door in the morning, picked out what I was wearing to work for the next morning, and set the alarm 30 minutes early so I could take a shower in the morning, and perhaps suck some morning wood.

We went to sleep with Mike spooning me, but by morning he was sleeping on his back. I ducked under the sheet and took his cock into my mouth. Mike didn't seem to wake, or he was playing possum, either way I got him nice and hard and eventually he came in my mouth, his hips twitching and making mini-thrusts as I swallowed his seed. He didn't seem to wake up, even after his climax, so I proceeded to take my shower and get ready for work.

After some cereal and a cup of tea, I popped into the bedroom to give Mike a kiss before heading out the door. He was just rousing and as I kissed him, he mentioned that he had the most amazing dream.

"You'll have to tell me later, hon. I have to leave for work."

And that's the way our life went for several weeks. It was another week or so before we compared our dos and don'ts lists, but it was a calm discussion and an opportunity to share more of ourselves with each other. Mike's list was shorter than mine but essentially had the same goals and ambitions.

I kept track of the number of times Mike came inside me and we were up to 37 times.

Ms. Howe never even hinted at making a pass at me. I was spending more time at Mike's when he was not working helping him enjoy his new king-size bed.

Martha invited me to her place after work one afternoon. Mike was working so it wasn't a problem to steal away for a couple hours. Martha ordered food for delivery, which made me wonder if she ever cooks; but while we were enjoying dinner, she told me that she believes one of the past employees that left abruptly, Jamie perhaps, sent a letter to Mr. Cheatham regarding Ms. Howe's harassing behavior. She wasn't told there was a letter, but she was speculating.

She continued, "Mr. Dewey and Mr. Cheatham must have confronted her about it, actions which I'm sure she denied, but they attributed the high employee turnover to something going wrong in the organization and if the high turnover continued, they would have to begin an investigation and interview the rest of the female employees. I guess this was why Ms. Howe was on her best behavior."

Martha and I had sex that evening. She did buy nipple clamps for our time together, but that wasn't the same as the pinch/unpinch action of human hands, so it didn't really do anything for me. They were more uncomfortable than sexy. She did enjoy sitting on my face though and I made her beg for release by teasing her until she couldn't stand it anymore.

I also figured out that when she is horny, the tender caresses and extended foreplay goes out the window when she is trying to get me off. She goes right for the clit and rushes my climax. And as I think I mentioned before, while a climax is still a climax, the emotional high associated with the anticipation of things to come reduces the intensity of the overall release.

Several more weeks have passed and as I approach 55 times that Mike has cum inside me, I've arranged for two accidents where he came inside me while I was fertile, but I didn't get pregnant. I discussed this with Ali to see if she had any insights into what I could do to end the curse if I didn't get pregnant.

I also consulted a fertility clinic, and they determined that based on my hormone levels that I was most likely fertile and before they did anything more invasive for me, they wanted a sperm sample from Mike.

Mike bought a dildo and harness online for me to peg him a couple weeks ago. We've used it four times and he almost always drips cum or has a full-blown orgasm while I fuck his ass. So, I figured this might be an opportunity to get the sample without him realizing what was happening.

So, early one morning before I went to work, I roleplayed as a dominant woman, blindfolded him and told him he needed to clean up after his climax from now on because I was getting tired of washing the sheets after sex. He got into the entire thing with his "Yes Mistress, anything you say, Mistress" responses. I got a glass from the kitchen, and I slowly pegged him making sure to thrust against his prostate, even smacking his butt cheeks occasionally, until he climaxed. I caught his cum in the glass. Before giving it to him I poured some into the sample cup from the clinic. I stopped on the way to work to drop it off.

They called me at lunchtime to tell me that Mike had lots of sperm cells in his sample, but they were all immature sperm with either no tails or very short tails, but worse was they were not active sperm and this tended to indicate male infertility.

"Could this be a result of having too much sex; we are like a couple of rabbits in that regard?"

"Well, there is a remote possibility of that, but normally that shows up as reduced sperm count in the sample, not immature sperm cells. Your beau will likely want to come to the clinic for another test or visit his family physician for more information."

"OK, thank you for the call and the explanation."

I went into the file room and sat in the corner for a while without turning on the main light, just letting the one light fixture tied to the emergency lighting system light the room. Finally, I whispered Ali's name, and she came to visit with me. "Why so glum, sweetie?"

"It looks like Mike is sterile. I had his sperm tested and he can't get me pregnant."

"Oh my, that is a problem isn't it."

"Are you sure there isn't another way to end this curse before the 365-day limit?"

"Let me see what I can figure out..." Ali faded into the air as the file room door opened. It was Ellen, she turned on the lights, then noticed me in the corner.

"Bobbie, what's up, are you OK?"

"Yeah, I had a headache. I took a couple of Ibuprofen and was just sitting here waiting for them to take effect." Elen turned the lights off.

"Is there anything I can do," Elen asked, as she sat down on the floor next to me.

"No, I will be alright. The limited light in here helped a great deal."

"Can I ask you something," she asked not waiting for my reply, "was it you who sent the letter about Ms. Howe?"

Time to play dumb. "A letter about Ms. Howe? I don't know what you are referring to."

"It must have been Jamie, then. Ms. Howe, hasn't tried to seduce you?"

"Seduce, no. That's sexual harassment. In a law office, that's crazy."

"Well, she used to try to seduce all the new female employees. Some resisted and left after a while, some didn't and stayed. But she always lost interest and moved on to the next new employee. Some women, like me, were only in her sights for a couple weeks, others much longer. And she hasn't tried to seduce you?"

"No, I'm not sure I'd still be here if she did. I have a boyfriend; I don't need to have an affair at work."

"A girl named Jamie was the last new hire before you. She was only here for like 6 weeks before leaving with no notice. It must have been her. Ms. Howe has been on her best behavior since Jamie left."

"Wow! OK, thanks for sharing with me. If she hits on me, do I go to Betty or one of the other partners?"

"I don't know, we all kind of took our turn with her because the pay and hours are so good. Most of us really needed the job to help support our families, so no one reported her. If it wasn't you, it had to be Jamie."

"Well," I said rubbing my temples, "my headache is feeling better now, I guess I better get back to work. Do you want me to turn the lights on for you on my way out?"

"Yes, please, I came in looking for a file; I guess I ought to look for it, huh?"

The rest of the day went smoothly, though I still wanted to talk to Ali again when I got home. Mike was going to make dinner tonight. He was trying out his skills at making chicken parmesan for us, and if it worked out OK, he would make it when it was his night to cook dinner at the fire house. His chicken parm was excellent. He doctored some jar sauce with extra spices, and used linguini instead of spaghetti as the pasta, plus a thick slice of mozzarella on each piece of chicken. His co-workers are going to love this dish.

I told him that after dinner I needed to pay some bills, and after that we could go for a run if he wanted. Autumn was around the corner, so we could still have a bit of daylight for our runs, but soon we would need to run before dinner, or run the trail after dark. I didn't really have any fear of running with Mike, but I definitely would not run after dark alone, so when Mike is at the firehouse, I avoid the trail after dark.

After dinner, I went down to my apartment and while paying bills, I called Ali's name. She came to visit and sat on the bed while we talked, and I turned the chair from my desk/makeup area to see her.

"Any more thoughts on how we can address the issue with ending the curse early?"

"No, nothing yet," she said, seemingly defeated, or at least somewhat discouraged.

"Can I ask you a question?"

"You always have so many questions; but sure, go ahead."

"What happens to you after the curse ends? Will you still be around to offer advice and good counsel?"

"Actually, when the curse ends, I get to cross over. I am hoping it is into the light, but I've seen some evil characters drawn into darkness too. I am somewhat apprehensive about what is to come."

"Wow, so, things could be bad for you if I end the curse?"

"Well, it was going to end sooner or later. I'm sort of glad it will end, and I am hoping that my good deeds since I passed will allow me to go toward the light. I have done some good deeds as a witch you know, not just with you, but with others unrelated to the curse. Sort of a guardian angel for a couple of kids and an elderly woman."

Ali continued, "I can see how much you and Mike love each other and I want that for you so I am doing everything I can think of to find another way to end the curse. It's not easy, I can't simply open a book of spells like in your Wizard of Oz story."

"I understand. One more quick question, did you stop time on this visit or am I gonna be late for my run with Mike?"

"No, you're not late, I stopped time while we were talking. I'm going to go now and try to do some research on how to end the curse. You two have a nice run."

"Thanks, you're a good person," I said as Ali faded from my sight. Right before she was gone, I could see her smiling.

I finished writing my checks to pay the bills, and I spent a few minutes boxing up many of my old "male" clothes I had. I kept just a couple things, a few tee shirts and tank tops for around the house, and one set of clothes and shoes in the event I somehow ended up a male again in the future. I planned on having the DAV come to get the clothes the next time Mike was working.

I dressed and met Mike in the lobby on time to go for our run. We were still running the equivalent of a 10K, 6 miles, but the pace now was almost continuously running, with a jog for the last 1/2 mile to cool down before walking the last 50 yards or so to the end. I know Mike was happy with the increased pace, and I was too as it kept my legs toned and I lost a couple of pounds despite increasing my overall muscle mass.

Since Ali still didn't have an answer, I figured I would need to keep Mike wearing a condom more often, having more vaginal sex and less oral or anal. We still had just under 6 months until the 365-day "finish line" and unless I cheated with another man it didn't seem I was going to get pregnant.

On the drive back from the run, I quietly asked Mike if he wanted me to peg him tonight. Sheepishly he answered, "yes, I would like that a whole lot. I really enjoy it when you use that vibrating dildo on me. It really makes for a very satisfying orgasm."

"Well, maybe this time you can ride me cowboy style, (I almost said cowgirl) while I stroke your cock. Do you think you would like that?"

Mike smiled and nodded as we pulled into the parking structure. "OK, I'm gonna stop at my apartment and shower. You can go up to your apartment and clean out and shower, then we can have fun." I leaned over and kissed him before we got out of the car.

We each went to our own apartments to shower. I was in the shower enjoying the hot water when the water droplets stopped mid-stream, so I knew Ali was there. "I have another idea for you. I can take possession of another person for a short time to make them do things they wouldn't normally do. Normally I did it with kids to keep them from darting out into traffic or to prevent them from falling out of trees, but I could take possession of one of your male bosses and have him seduce you and make you pregnant."

"I'm not sure how much I like this idea. I like my job, and I wouldn't want to put one of my bosses in that position. Plus, you already said you would cross over once the curse ends; how would we address the miscarriage spell if you've crossed over?"

"I'll be able to tell when the egg is fertilized, and the miscarriage spell is an easy one that I can cast before departing even if it is just a couple of minutes. This will work. You just need to tell me which lawyer you want to choose for me to take possession of."

"I don't know about this. Dewey is married, but younger by a couple years. Cheatham is divorced, and a few years older. Do you know for sure they are both able to knock me up?" I paused for a moment, "I'm not fertile now anyway, I'll be getting my period in another day or so. Can I think about this? It will be a couple weeks at least before I am fertile again."

"Of course, think it through. There is no rush." Ali replied, "You aren't at any risk of passing on the curse any time soon. Let me know what you've decided." As Ali faded away, the water started flowing again. Fortunately, when time stopped, the water temp didn't change.

This was a tough decision. I really liked my job, and I did not want to be thought of as a whore by my co-workers. After I finished showering, I put on a pair of shorts and a tank top and headed up to Mike's apartment.

He greeted me at the door wearing just a towel. After shutting the door, I kissed him and pulled off his towel. His cock was inflated, but not hard, hanging down against his thigh. I almost wanted to forget about the pegging and just have him fuck me. He is so well built, very muscular, great pecs, a flat tummy - muscular though not what you would call 6-pack abs.

"I think we'll start in the dining room today," I ordered. Mike looked at me funny, I suppose wondering why we aren't doing it cowboy style. "Did you hear what I said, get in there and get that belly laying on the table." I went into the bedroom to retrieve the dildo and harness along with the bottle of lube. To perhaps make things seem even more intimidating for Mike, I put the harness on in the bedroom and had the dildo flopping around straight out from my body as I walked into the dining room, exaggerating my hip movements slightly to make it flop around more than normal.

Mike's eyes lit up when I entered the room. I walked up behind him and gave his ass cheeks a light smack. "This is one fine ass, my bitch, and I can't wait to fuck it with my hard cock," I teased, "but what have you done today to earn having my cock fuck your ass."

"Mistress, while you were at work today, I cleaned the entire apartment, I washed the sheets and towels, and I prepared myself just for you," Mike said softly. "I hope all this meets your expectations."

"Spread those cheeks and show me," I insisted. Mike used his hands to spread his ass cheeks, and I spit on his brown eye, before forcefully shoving 2 fingers into his ass and then pulling them out. They came out clean. "It seems like you did a good job on cleaning. Now, get on your knees and get to sucking my cock."

Mike immediately did as I asked, giving the dildo a good long lick before wrapping his lips around it. Since it was the first time in our pegging play that I've had him suck on the dildo, I let him take it at his own pace. The dildo was only 7" and not quite as thick as Mike's cock, but he took almost all of it in his mouth without gagging. "I'm impressed, my wonderful cock slut," I said encouragingly as I began to caress the back of his head. I gently pushed him, a little more forcefully each time until his nose touched the front edge of the harness at my groin. It was just on the border of Mike gagging. I'm familiar with that little gurgle his throat makes when he is right on the verge of gagging; after all I do it all the time when I go down on Mike.

"Oh yeah, babe, take all that cock. Make sure you get it good and wet, so it is ready for your ass."

Mike did exactly that, though I would never just use saliva as a lubricant. "Kneel on the sofa, my little cock slut." He did, and I spit on his rose bud again, but also applied some lube to my fingers before shoving them into his ass. I ran a drizzle of lube down the length of the dildo, before removing my fingers and placing the head at the entrance to his hole.

As I pressed it into his ass, he muttered, "Oh fuck' that feels good." I made a half dozen strokes in and out of his ass before pulling all the way out.

"Stay, bitch," I said forcefully. Walking into the kitchen, I grabbed a hand towel and a small glass. When I came back to Mike, I handed him the glass and said, "Since you did such a nice job cleaning up the apartment today, and since I require you to clean up all your messes, I'm going to allow you to cum into the glass, so you don't have to kick your mess off the sofa cushions."

"Thank you, Mistress."

I added some more lube to his ass and turned on the vibration feature of the dildo before shoving it violently back into his anus. "Oh, fuck yes," Mike cried out.

"You like that don't you bitch, don't you," I quizzed as I smacked his ass cheek firmly.

"Yes Mistress, I love it when you fuck my ass."

"Perhaps I should get some big stud to come here and fuck your ass. I bet you'd like that too, wouldn't you?"

"No Mistress, only your cock does it for me. I only want you to fuck me."

I continued pushing the dildo in and out of his ass, varying the tempo and rolling my hips from time to time. In relatively short order, Mike's breathing became harsher and ultimately ragged as he moaned and whimpered for me to do it harder. I could tell he was getting close, so I obliged him and began really pounding his ass.

"Mistress, please can I cum, please. I can't hold back."

"Since you begged so nicely, yes, you may cum." Mike shoved the glass under himself and covered the end of his cock with it as spurt after spurt shot into the glass.

Mike groaned, "Oh shit, shit, shit shhiiittt," as he orgasmed into the glass. His face collapsed into the pillow cushions on the back of the sofa gasping to catch his breath. "Thank you, Mistress. My god, that was nice."

I gradually eased the dildo from his ass and the dildo was remarkably clean. Mike did a really good job on his clean-out tonight. I left him and went to the bathroom to remove the harness and wash the dildo. When I came back, Mike was sitting on the edge of the sofa, the glass was on the coffee table, empty. 'Fuck, he really is sort of a cum slut isn't he,' I thought to myself.

"OK, slut, worship me," I demanded. That was all I needed to say, and Mike was on his knees at my feet with his face buried in my quim. I was already pretty aroused from our role play, so it didn't take a whole lot for him to get me off. It was almost magical how he sensed that I was close and used his hands to support my body as I climaxed on his face. My knees were wobbly and about to give out.

As we both relaxed on the sofa in a blissful post orgasm state, we talked quietly about the upcoming schedule. Both of us had to be at work on Friday morning, so I wouldn't see Mike again until Tuesday evening.

I told Mike I might go shopping with his aunt. I told him I needed to start looking at winter coats for the office and for casual wear. I also needed to get some sweats for when we go running during the colder days of winter. He told me to have fun shopping. I told him, "Be safe out there. I love you, Mike."

"I love you, too. And give my aunt a hug for me."

I went back down to my apartment. Once there, I sent Martha a text to see if she was available on either Friday or Saturday evening. I told her I needed to go shopping and that I had some office dirt.