DISCLAIMER: This story involves sexual situations between one or more cross-dressers or adult males. If this offends you, please leave. Otherwise, please enjoy this fantasy of mine. Please, no posting of any of my stories without my prior written permission(this new disclaimer supercedes any and all previous disclaimers). All characters are fictitious except for me, so any similarities are purely by chance. Now read on, and enjoy. If you like what you read, tell me! I do have many more ideas for adventures! Thank you... :)
This story is for Misty. Kisses, hun... :)
Part 04: "Danielle Works A Saturday" By DanielleCDinNJ@yahoo.com
It had been a few months since his wife left him. Well "ex-wife" as the divorce had been recently finalized. It was her choice...Stacey walked out on >him<. She said she got tired of "Danielle", even though she was entirely responsible for Danielle's "birth" to begin with. It turned out that she was just one of those women who just couldn't be happy unless they were complaining. Or maybe it was that Danielle had nicer legs. Or maybe it was that Danielle was getting more action from horny guys than she'd been. After all, it was her idea to have an open relationship.
True, he'd admit, that he'd gotten obsessive with his dressing, and that the more he dressed the more his femme and bi sides emerged. Their sex life dropped from "not too often" to "don't bet on it". Sure, he still loved women; he still found himself getting turned on by sexy women in heels and lingerie and even girls in magazines and videos, but his ex-wife just didn't do anything for him anymore. Maybe it was her constant nagging that turned him off about her. Maybe it was her two-faced attitude toward Danielle. She planted the seeds that started Danielle's emergence, yet she constantly complained about it.
But that didn't matter anymore. What did matter were the few events that were happening today; the last Friday in men's clothing. All but one event was done, sealed in history forever. He took just about all of his male clothing and donated them to the local charity's thrift store. He kept one set so he could finish out his plans before moving and starting a new life. He sold the minivan he shared with his ex-wife as well as most of the possessions that he had acquired during their 15-year marriage. All that remained was one military-style duffel bag half-filled with sentimental items and one suitcase full of nighties with robes, several pairs of thigh high stockings and three pairs of high heel sandals. Also contained was a blouse and skirt outfit that Danielle, as yet, hadn't worn. It would be enough to start anew.
All that remained was the sale of their home. It had been agreed by the two of them that the money was to be split 50-50; although at first Stacey was reluctant to agree as she wanted alimony, but Daniel said that would never happen. He told her to accept the generous offer of 50% of the house value or go to court where he'd prove to the judge beyond any doubt that she had cheated on him, repeatedly. So her half of the house money didn't sound too bad. Add to that that she didn't want any part of Daniel in her future. Which was just as well, because once the sale was complete, Daniel, for all practical purposes, would cease to exist within a day. It was arranged that his share of the money was to be in cash; an unusual arrangement to be sure, but one the realtor was able to handle with little inconvenience to anyone.
So there he was, early on this Friday morning, with the buyer and the realtor, closing the deal on the house. His ex-wife had previously met with the realtor on her own time and signed all the necessary papers before-hand, sending along a Power-of-Attorney so the realtor could act on her behalf on the sale. In the small pile of paperwork on the table, Daniel noticed the check that was made out to his Stacey in the sum of $125,000 for her share of the property. A half-hour later, after counting 25 1-inch stacks of $5,000 each and verifying his half at $125,000, he closed and secured the attaché case, signed all the papers and turned the keys over to the buyer. But before leaving, he asked the buyer if he could sit, alone, for just a few minutes, so he could take one last look around the place that held special memories for him. The buyer understood completely and left the room with the realtor close behind.
In all actuality, Daniel wanted just a few minutes so he could empty the attaché case and put all his cash into his duffel bag. He felt there was no need to attract any unwanted attention in his journey to the southern part of the state, where he would start his new life.
After transferring several newspapers from the bag to the briefcase to simulate the weight of the cash, he closed and locked it. Satisfied his money was safe, he picked up the duffel bag, flung it over his shoulder, and picked up the suitcase and briefcase and made his way to the door. The realtor saw him coming and opened the door. He said "thank you" and bid them both goodbye.
Politely declining a ride from the realtor, he boarded a bus a half-hour later to the train station. Along the way, he just happened to "lose" the briefcase. Boarding the train for the shore, Daniel relaxed in his seat, planning for what was to come. All this time he dressed, it was only in lingerie and heels, occasionally for an admirer. One time Danielle even went as far as dressing as a schoolgirl for a meeting she role-played in, but Daniel never thought that he would end up wanting to dress as a woman full-time. He had very little experience with makeup, but he smiled inwardly knowing that that was about to change. He knew enough to get by, but would have to do more, both at home and in salons, to be able to make himself up as easily and naturally as he would putting on stockings and heels.
He checked his watch to see just how much time he'd have until he arrived at his destination...just a little under an hour. As a long-time resident in the Newark area of New Jersey, Daniel had worked the better part of the last five years as office help in one of the popular shore towns in New Jersey, Red Bank. It was here he decided to live, not because he was close to work, he was going to quit anyway, but because he felt he had truly found a place he would be comfortable calling home. Nobody knew of him down there, except those few people he worked with, and they lived far enough away from the office so that he could live in relative anonymity, and become another woman in the crowd. But on second thought, what they'd think wouldn't matter either as his mind was made up. >They< would have to accept Danielle, even briefly, and that was that. Danielle would have to visit the office during regular hours to turn in her resignation anyway, so what would be the point in hiding? She wanted to be a woman; content, happy and loving herself for who she really was inside.
Which reminded him of a noontime appointment he was to keep later in the day. He found a transgender-friendly law firm and consulted with one of the "girls", a very convincing T-Girl and highly capable lawyer. Lisa helped him make all the appropriate payments and paperwork submissions so that effective today, Daniel would have all the legal documents changing his identity to "Danielle". A name change; last name included, a birth certificate, social security card and driver's license were just a few of the things he had been assisted in legally acquiring from the State. Lisa had also assisted in securing a purchase on a condo and a bank that would assist Danielle in getting started.
So the first stop would be a TG salon in town so that Daniel could shed his outer skin to let Danielle emerge forever. Attending the meeting with the lawyer as Danielle, he felt, was the appropriate thing to do. Then she could make the rounds to her new condo, the bank and then a very much-needed shopping spree. One final element of her "past life" remained: the job. Tomorrow, she'd planned, to go to the office and clean out "her" desk then return Monday to tender her resignation. But she would have no trouble accomplishing the pre-quitting clean-out because the office was always closed for business on Saturdays. Beyond that, she had no plans for her new life except that no matter what she was doing, housework, sleeping, cooking or going out on dates, she would be doing it as Danielle.
Twenty minutes later, she was sitting in the salon having her hair done. Her shoulder-length brown hair would ultimately be trimmed and styled with a side flip. Next would be her nails; her toes getting a coat of red and her fingers a slightly lighter shade to match her lipstick. The salon specialist, Merissa, who she'd known for several weeks, was extremely attentive to Danielle's desires and needs and suggested things in areas where Danielle wasn't sure about. After spritzing on some perfume suggested by Merissa, Danielle dressed in her outfit; a black lace bra(with small breast inserts to "fill" her out) and panty set, a long-sleeved, white satin blouse, a zebra-print, knee-length skirt, nude thigh highs and 4" strappy high heel sandals. She also decided on a chain of hearts for her right ankle, which would sit delicately below the rose tattoo she'd recently gotten.
Walking over to the salon's full-length mirror, she was speechless at Merissa's work. The reflection looking back at her was Danielle's dream come true. She may have not been the most beautiful creature on the planet, but she was just how she dreamed she wanted to be. Danielle couldn't stop the tears from welling up in her eyes. A few tears of joy leaked gently out of her eyes. Merissa saw her joyfulness and hugged Danielle close, kissing her lightly on the cheek. Patting away the tears gently and touching up Danielle's makeup slightly, she gave Danielle soft words of encouragement.
Giving Merissa one last kiss and hug, Danielle paid for her transformation, tipping Merissa generously and promising to be a repeat customer. Danielle grabbed her suitcase and duffel bag and then hesitated. She couldn't very well walk through the streets of town, dressed as nice as she was, carrying a suitcase and military duffel bag. Turning, she saw the smile on Merissa's face. Disappearing in the back room for a few moments, Merissa returned with her 16-year old son, Jason. It was only a few blocks to the attorney, and he was glad to carry her bags for her.
Stepping out of the salon, Danielle had never felt this free before. She smiled to herself, smiled to Jason, and headed towards the lawyer's. Along the way, they made small talk. He knew of Danielle's transformation, and was pleased he could help her in any way. He was used to seeing men come in to be women, some planning to go as far as having surgery. Having a mother who was a lesbian definitely gave him the opportunity to grow up with an open mind. Even to the point of trying on his mother's lingerie and heels from time to time. She winked and smiled at him.
Turning the corner at Broad Street, they walked the few doors to the entrance to the attorney's office. Danielle grabbed the door so Jason would have an easy time getting through. Stopping in the lobby, he placed her bags onto the love seat in the waiting area.
"Thank you, Jason," she said, slipping a 50-dollar bill into his hand, kissing him gently on the lips. "I'll see you again when I visit the salon."
"Thank YOU!," he gushed. Danielle wasn't sure if it was from the tip she gave him or the kiss. "Good luck, Danielle."
"Thank you, sweetie," she said, waving to him as he left the lobby.
"I thought I heard Jason," she heard from behind her.
She turned to see Lisa standing behind her desk with a sheath of papers. Lisa was a tall girl, even before she slipped on her 5-inch gold strappy sandals. Standing 6'3" she wore a cream-colored blouse with a matching knee-length skirt. Next came a gorgeous set of bare legs. She had her short blonde hair done sweetly in a bob style. She'd finished her beautiful look with a touch of eye shadow, blush, lipstick, painted fingernails and toes and a delicate string of pearls around her neck.
"Hello, Danielle," she said smiling, offering out her right hand. "It's great to finally meet you."
Danielle took Lisa's hand and shook gently, "I'm finally glad to be able to be here as me," she said, returning the smile.
Lisa motioned to the seat next to the desk, "Please, sit."
They both took their seats and Lisa opened the folder she'd been carrying. Shuffling some papers she said, "Did you bring all the documents I asked for?"
"Yes," she said, taking a white envelope out of her purse. She opened it and gave all the contents to Lisa.
"Great. I'll keep these on file for the requisite two years. In the meantime," she took some documents out of the folder and placed them in front of Danielle, "before I give you your new credentials, you'll need to sign these."
"All right," Danielle said, taking the pen from Lisa.
"You'll need to sign here, here...and here," Lisa instructed as she pointed to various places on the papers.
Danielle signed her new name in the places indicated and smiled as she handed Lisa the pen.
"You've been practicing, I see," Lisa said, smiling. "The first form you just signed is the release document for your social security card, birth certificate and temporary driver's license." She handed Danielle each as she named them. "Be sure to sign both your social security card and your license before you put them away. Keep your birth certificate in a safe place at home."
Danielle quickly signed the two documents and placed them in her wallet and then slid the folded birth certificate neatly inside the purse.
"Now, obviously we couldn't obtain you a photo license as this is your first day as Danielle, so I suggest you head by Motor Vehicles on Monday morning to get a permanent photo license. It shouldn't take too long and it'll only run you about sixteen dollars for the upgrade."
Lisa put a form in the folder and went to the second page. "This form is your purchase agreement and payment schedule for your new condo. I was able to negotiate a very affordable price and monthly payment. I also took the liberty to make sure you had all your utilities and phone turned on and in your name. Here's your phone number, unlisted, unless you decide otherwise," she said handing Danielle a small card and the key to her new apartment.
Lisa filed that form and brought out the last document. "This form is an affidavit that you swear your identity change is not to commit fraud. We'll also have to go to court to make your identity change final, so I will notify you when we have a court date on the books."
Taking the yellow copies of the forms and placing them in an envelope for Danielle, she said "Keep these in a safe place as well."
"Thank you, Lisa," she said, taking the envelope.
"Now the unpleasant part," Lisa said.
Danielle grinned at Lisa reference to the legal fees. "Your fees are quite worth it, believe me."
"Well, I can set up a modest payment plan-"
"That won't be necessary," Danielle interrupted. "I can pay you in full today."
"All right," Lisa said, pulling out a receipt book from her drawer. "I assume you'll be paying cash?"
"Yes. I'll work on charge cards after I visit the bank," she said chuckling.
"Okay, your total to date, including my appearance at the upcoming court date I mentioned earlier, is twenty-five hundred dollars."
Danielle pulled out an envelope from her purse and began counting out Lisa's fee.
"Now there may be some small court charges when we go to the finalization, but they shouldn't amount to much and you can pay them right there," Lisa informed her as she finished counting.
"Great," she said, handing Lisa the small stack of 50-dollar bills.
After quickly counting Danielle's payment, Lisa wrote out a receipt and Danielle filed this with her other papers.
"It was a pleasure helping with your transformation, Danielle," she said, getting up out of her seat and approaching Danielle. "If there's anything I can do for you, up to and including surgery, if you choose, call me anytime," she said as she pulled Danielle close and gave her a quick hug.
"Thank you, Lisa, I do appreciate it all very much."
"You're welcome, hun. Will you be heading to the bank or home?"
"I thought I'd head home to drop off these bags, first."
"Let me call you a cab, then," Lisa said as she picked up the phone.
A few minutes later she placed the receiver back on the cradle, "He'll be here shortly for you, and he'll come in to get you."
"Thank you."
"Please let me know how things are going for you."
"I will," Danielle said, smiling. After a pause, she said, "How about dinner tomorrow night?"
"That would be wonderful. How about I pick you up at your place at six o'clock?"
"I look forward to it."
Minutes later the office door opened and a middle-aged man came in.
"Taxi for Miss McGuire?"
"Yes, thank you," she said.
"Could you grab her two bags, please?" Lisa asked.
"Sure thing," he said, checking out both Danielle and Lisa, not knowing either of them was really male under the skirts.
"Thanks again, Lisa," she said shaking the beautiful attorney's hand and kissing her gently on the cheek, "See you tomorrow evening."
"See you tomorrow, hun."
Ten minutes later she was walking up the stairs to her second-floor condominium. Key in hand, cabbie following up behind her with her bags, she unlocked and opened the door. Walking in, she found a beautiful but sparsely decorated apartment. Finding the bedroom, she had the cabbie bring the bags to that room.
"Could you wait in the cab for me? I have to go to the bank on Front Street."
"Of course," he said, smiling and walking out.
She spent very little time taking out various un-needed items from her purse and putting the rest of her cash in it. Securing the purse and hanging it around her shoulder, she locked and closed the apartment door and headed for the taxi.
"Thank you," she said, getting in and closing the door.
Pulling away from the curb he said, "No problem."
Minutes later he pulled into the parking lot of the bank she would be getting to know.
"That'll be nine-fifty."
Handing him a 20-dollar bill she said, "Thank you for your help. Keep the change."
"Thank you very much, Miss," she heard him say as she got out.
Entering the quiet bank, Danielle walked up to a woman behind a desk near the door.
"I'm looking for Bill."
"Your name, Miss?"
"Danielle McGuire."
"One moment."
"Thank you."
Danielle quietly paced around the small waiting area, enjoying all of the new sensations she was experiencing from the bob of her hair to the way the nylon of her stockings rubbed and made that "swish" sound as she walked. Minutes later a middle-aged man in a brown suit approached her.
"Good afternoon, Miss McGuire, welcome," he said, extending his hand to her.
Shaking his hand gently, she couldn't help but think how his gray-topped head and gray mustache and beard made him look especially handsome. "Thank you, Bill," she said, smiling back at him.
"Please come into my office." He led her through the small collection of desks toward the back of the room. "Lisa phoned me earlier in the week to tell me you'd be stopping by and what you'd be needing in the way of our services."
They entered a comfortably designed room. Bill closed the door behind him and gestured for Danielle to sit on the couch at the far left of the room. He took a position in an easy chair directly across from her. Blank banking forms sat on the small coffee table that was situated between them.
"Yes, I'd like the best savings and checking you can offer me and I'd like to request a credit card. Will that be a problem as I'm taking an indefinite leave of absence from my job?"
"Lisa informed me of your intention to make a very large deposit. Is this still the case?"
"Yes. I'd like to put twenty-five thousand in savings and forty-five into checking and the remaining fifty thousand in some type of money market or investment account. What's the best you could offer me in those areas?"
For the next two hours, Bill and Danielle went over and set up the three bank accounts that would benefit Danielle's financial portfolio. Sharing a light lunch, they also talked about Danielle's plans for her new life.
"One more thing, Bill. I'm going to be doing quite a bit of shopping in the next few days, could you set me up with a check card? I'd rather not walk around with thousands of dollars in my purse," she said chuckling.
"No problem, Danielle. That can be done in twenty minutes." Pushing a few buttons on his phone, he instructed his head teller to process Danielle's card. Hanging up the phone he said, "Now, one more thing for you. You didn't mention transportation. Do you have plans to buy a vehicle?"
"Eventually."
"I realize you could simply buy your car outright, but as a friend, I suggest you apply for a car loan through us. Again, based on your deposits, there should be no problem getting an approval, I'll see to it personally. Doing this, combined with the credit card you applied for, would do well to not only establish credit for your new identity, but increase your credit score as the loan and card get paid off."
"Very well, Bill. Can you put in an application now and then we fill in the amount of the car later?"
"Yes, absolutely. When do you expect to go to a dealer?"
"Well, I have some business at my old job tomorrow afternoon, so I'd say around four o'clock or so."
"I'll be ready for your call," he said smiling. It seemed to Danielle that he never tired of smiling.
Twenty minutes later she was walking down Broad Street towards Merissa's. It was nearly four o'clock and she had formulated a plan while she waited for her new check card to be issued. Tonight would be a night of shopping and dinner and she was heading to ask Merissa if Jason could go along to help her out. Walking toward the salon, she nearly missed the looks from the men she walked past as her heels clicked sexily on the concrete. She smiled to herself, and getting a bit aroused by the attention, knowing she was desirable to men.
Moments later she entered the salon and saw Jason sitting in one of the chairs looking at a magazine full of bikini-clad teen girls. As it was getting close to closing, there were no customers in the shop.
"Hi, Danielle!"
"Hi, Jason, is your mother busy?"
"Nah," he said, getting out of the seat and disappearing in the back of the shop. He came out with his mother in tow.
"Hello again, Danielle, is anything wrong?"
"No, not at all. I hope I'm not imposing, but I have a ton of shopping to do and I was wondering if you'd let Jason help me out with it."
"Oh, of course. Is that okay with you, darling?," she asked, looking down at her son.
"Hell, yes!"
"Excuse me?"
"Um, yes, Mom," he replied sheepishly.
"I'll be sure to treat him to dinner, so we'll talk with you later," Danielle said as she walked toward the door. "And thank you," she said, smiling.
"Bye, Mom!"
A good time was being had by Danielle and Jason at the Mall. They visited electronics stores to buy dvd's and equipment, and she decided to check out a few jewelry stores along the way. They went into Frederick's of Hollywood and she tried on a dozen lingerie sets, getting Jason's opinion on things such as style or color. An hour later, along with said lingerie sets and blouses and skirts, they made their way where Danielle upped her shoe collection by a dozen pairs. And all during this time of shopping and spending, Jason was right there beside her, helping in more ways than just carrying some of her purchases. She'd taken a liking to him, and she saw that he definitely took a liking to her. So much so that she saw what result she was having on him while she tried on outfit after outfit and modeled for him. Even though they each had quite a bit of merchandise in their bags, they eventually managed to walk together, holding hands.
Hours later, at nearly nine o'clock, they got back to Danielle's condo and unloaded the trunk of the taxi that they had taken home. Once inside, they'd set the clothing and shoes in her bedroom and the rest of the entertainment items in the living room. She picked up the phone and called Merissa.
"Hi, Merissa, Danielle here. Sorry it's so late, we kinda got out of control with the shopping, yes," she said chuckling. "He's here still, but we haven't had dinner yet, so I'd like to know if it would be alright with you if Jason spent the night. He's very eager to set up all my dvd stuff and my Playstation console." She threw a wink his way as she finished her conversation with Merissa. "I have to go to the office around noon, so he'll be home before then. Thank you so much, Merissa. I'll owe both of you a very big favor. Goodnight."
She hung up the phone and said to Jason, "Whatcha hungry for, darling?"
She knew he liked it when she called him 'darling' as the little sweetie actually blushed. "How about Chinese?"
"Chinese it is," she replied, smiling sweetly at him.
Minutes later after ordering their dinner, she got up and started for her bedroom. "Why don't you start on setting that stuff up for me, darling. I'm going to go change, okay?"
"Sure thing, Danielle."
A short time afterward he heard her bedroom door open. Looking up he nearly dropped his game controller as his mouth hung open and his eyes took in every inch of her beauty from her nose to her toes. She slipped into the ankle-length nightgown he picked out for her to try on. It's dark blue satin hugged every sweet curve of her body, the long slit up the right side of her leg and thigh showed nude lace-top stockings. He could see the trace outline of the garter straps under the gown. She also wore a sheer half-length robe that delicately hung off her shoulders. She completed the outfit with a pair of 4-inch heel black maribou slippers.
"Are you okay, darling?," she asked, standing over him in the living room.
"Uh, yes, Danielle, I'm fine," he said coming out of his daze. He shifted his position, hoping she didn't notice his reaction to the way she was dressed.
"Would you like to eat in the kitchen or in here, sweetie? We can play games while we eat, if you like."
"That would be great, Danielle."
"Okay, here's the money for the food, I'll be back with the dishes."
She started for the kitchen and he turned and watched as she swayed and clicked her way to get the dinner dishes. He couldn't help but focus his gaze on her legs, feet and heels. He didn't realize before just how sexy Danielle was. He finished hooking up the game console when he heard some clinking from the kitchen and then her sweet voice call out to him. "Sweetie, would you like Pepsi or root beer?"
"Pepsi, please."
"Okay, darling." Just as he connected the last wire, the doorbell rang and he picked up the food and paid the delivery man. They both approached the coffee table, him with the food, Danielle with the dishes and drinks.
Over the course of the next few hours they sat close to each other on the couch, enjoying dinner and taking turns beating each other at different games. They also enjoyed the occasional contact of their hands touching or their legs rubbing together slightly. The clock on the wall chimed once at midnight and Danielle knew it was nearly time for bed.
"Midnight, darling. I have a busy day tomorrow so I think it's time we went to bed. I have some extra pillows and a blanket in my closet, why don't you run and get them and I'll clean up the dishes."
Within minutes she was setting up a comfy place on her couch for Jason to sleep in.
"Darling, you might want to consider taking those off," she said, pointing to his pants and sneakers. "You'll be much more comfortable."
"Um, okay."
"I promise not to look," she said, grinning.
Holding up the blanket high enough to block her sight of him, he shucked out of his jeans and sneakers and laid down on the couch. Danielle covered him and tucked him in and ran her hand though his hair.
"Thank you so much for your help, Jason. I'm glad that we have become such good friends."
She held her arms out and he rose enough so that they could enjoy a loving hug. After he laid back down, she leaned in and kissed him warmly on his mouth, gently flicking her tongue against his. Naturally, he responded in kind.
"Goodnight, darling."
"Goodnight, Danielle," he replied, tasting her sweet lipstick on his mouth.
She walked to her room, turned out the lights and said "I'll leave my door open, sweetie, in case you need me. I know how it can be sleeping in a strange place."
Hours later, after thinking about Danielle in all her beautiful outfits, but especially the gorgeous blue gown that he himself picked out for her, he fell asleep. And when he finally did, he dreamt sweet and sexy things about his new friend that he hoped one day he could get much closer to her than he already was.
She sat at her desk the next afternoon and sorted through various things like copies of contracts, contact phone numbers, junk and old personal things. She smiled to herself thinking about Jason and how she noticed the sizable tent in the blanket that covered him as she made her way to the kitchen. >Young boys< she chuckled, smiling to herself. She'd made him breakfast and sent him home in a taxi after slipping him a hundred dollars for all his help and giving him another wet, warm kiss on his sweet young lips. She also promised that he could come over and help her set more things up in her apartment as well as hang out and play games on her Playstation.
Her reverie was severely shattered as she heard a gruff voice yell at her. "Who the hell are you?" But before she could answer the question, a look of realization has crossed this man's face. "I don't believe it! How cute you look, sissy! Although it's kinda ballsy for you to come in here like that. Didn't think you'd have company, huh?"
"No, Paul, I didn't."
"Well, well, well," he said, walking around her desk to stand next to her high-backed chair. "I >knew< there was something about you, sissy. The strange way you've been acting lately, the way that I've seen you checking out the guys in this office as well as the male clients that have come in. You make a damn sexy sissy," he said, lewdly rubbing the front of his pants, inches from her face. "Want some of this, sissy? I bet you want to go from sissy to slut, don't you?"
She felt a knot in her stomach and blushed as she looked up to his leering face. When Daniel worked here, he always steered away from Paul, self-proclaimed 'stud of the office'. Not that he had a thing for guys, he was just belligerent and caustic most times. Standing 6-feet-2, he had a large build. He had dark brown hair and hazel eyes that gleamed every time he looked at something in a sexual way. But at thirty-six years old, the days of partying had caught up to him a bit. Sure, he had his share of paunch, but it wasn't that bad. And that didn't stem the tide of his sexual appetite, either.
She was still looking into his lust-crazed eyes when the sound of his voice brought her back into reality.
"Don't think you're going to get out of this. You're nothing but a cheap whore who's going to get all her holes filled with hard cock. You should never have come here dressed like that. And don't think you're going to get me in any trouble, I set the security camera when I saw you come in here. All I have to do is call the cops and tell them you broke in. Wouldn't they love >you< in the jailhouse," he said snickering.
He took his jacket off and threw it on her desk. Next, he unbuckled his belt and opened his pants, dropping them to his ankles. Danielle was met with a close view of his boxers with a sizable tent in them. He hooked his thumbs in the waist and pulled them down, presenting Danielle with a gorgeously cut cock, just about seven inches long. The sight of it made her cock leak in her panties. "Get to it, slut. You know what to do."
As she was facing the desk with Paul standing to her left, she had to further turn her head to get her mouth close to his cock. She felt the heat emanating from it and could smell a faint trace of his manly scent, which sent more ripples of arousal to her cock, and more precum into her panties.
She stuck her tongue out at the fully-erect cock and licked around the head, making him moan, as he felt the heat of her tongue circle his excitement. She slid the tip of her tongue across the tip of the head, drawing a small amount of his precum off his throbbing cock. He looked down and saw a thin thread of his precum connected from his cock to Danielle's tongue, which caused him to throb and send out a few more droplets of his sweet juice. These too, were licked up and savored.
"Yes...you sweet fucking slut. Suck my cock, baby. I wanna cum in your mouth."
She nearly came in her panties. She loved it when her man talked dirty to her. She loved it when he got graphic. Not only did it make her increasingly wet, but she always put more effort into loving her man, although it never felt like a chore when she was with one. She watched him grasp his cock at the base and move closer to her, as his right hand went behind her head and gently brought her closer. She felt the head of his cock slide slowly past her red lips and onto her tongue. She loved the way a hard cock felt in between her lips, the way she could feel the heat coming from within it, bathing her mouth in sexual heat. He pumped his hips slowly, making his cock go in and out of her wet mouth.
"Oh, fuck, baby, you're so fucking good. Oh, I gotta get Frank in here to have some of you." She kept up on his blowjob as she saw out of the corner of his eye that he'd picked up the receiver on her desk and fumbled slightly as he dialed a number. "Hey, Frank, Paul here. How would you like a hot blowjob from a horny slut I just picked up?" He listened to his friend's answer as he felt himself getting closer to spurting in Danielle's mouth. "She's got my cock in her mouth right now and she's about to get a mouthful...uh, God she's great. Yeah, I'm at the office. Half hour? Okay buddy."
She saw him put the receiver down hastily and felt his cock throb in her mouth. His cock was leaking precum but she wanted all his hot, sweet sperm to swallow. She kept the head going back and forth from her lips to the center part of her tongue as he caressed her head as he readied himself to explode. That was something else that made her wet; when her man caressed her head lovingly as she sucked his cock. She also kept the cock in that area of her mouth because she wasn't a deep-throat girl. She wanted to feel the cum spurt from the head onto her tongue and fill her mouth. She liked to swish her man's cum around her mouth as more gushed out, then finally swallowing his hot liquid, emptying her mouth to make room for more.
"You're such a hot cocksucker, you fucking whore," he gasped, grabbing the base of his cock and holding onto the back of her head. "Here it comes. Swallow my cum, you sissy faggot."
She felt him draw in a deep breath and hold it; she felt his cock throb and expand, finally feeling her hot reward spurt from his cock and cover her tongue. As more of his semen gushed from his cock, she swished the cum around her mouth but also drew the tip of her tongue across the sensitive hole, sending electric shocks of pleasure through his cock, making his body spasm. Just as she thought her mouth was close to overfilling, she paused to swallow the sweet nectar that she had come to love. She loved it all over her, she loved it on her lips and tongue and she loved it in her belly. She reached up and stroked him, helping to draw out more sperm into her cum-hungry mouth. Two more mouthfuls of hot sperm and his orgasm began to subside. Moments later, he was semi-soft and she lovingly kissed the head as he backed away to sit in the chair beside her desk. She instinctively licked her lips as she watched him collapse in the chair, all the while her gaze not leaving his satisfied cock.
"You're amazing," he said. "You love cock don't you?"
She looked into his eyes again and couldn't help but blush.
"Well, you're going to get another one in a half-hour. Get up and let me look at you."
She backed her chair away slowly as she noticed him taking his soft cock in his hand and gently stroking it. She was hot, excited, and was tenting the front of her skirt, but she didn't care. She stood up and the tight material of her skirt poked out obscenely, revealing to him her heightened state of arousal. And if he didn't notice her erect cock, then he surely would have seen the wet spot that soaked through her panties, proving to the world what a cock-hungry slut she was.
"You >are< enjoying this," he said, stroking a little life back into his cock. She took a few steps back and forth, turning her body this way and that, showing him just how much of a woman she loved to be. "I have to admit, you have gorgeous legs. And a fine ass, too, as far as I can tell through that skirt. I'll have the pleasure of your ass while you give Frank a blowjob. Now sit."
She sat down again, thinking about her other co-worker. Frank was a nice guy, middle-aged, divorced. He wasn't as rambunctious as Paul, but did go out and have a good time from time to time. Every so often they'd hit a strip bar together and either get a girl each or share one. She crossed her legs sexily and let one of her pumps slip a bit off her foot, his eyes immediately taking in her slender foot and the dangling heel. She loved to show off her sexy legs, feet and toes to men. She knew they loved them as much as she did. Even before 'Danielle' came around, Daniel was hardcore into women's legs and foot and toe fetishism. So having that background, she knew just what to do with her feet and heels to make men drool.
He smiled at her and said, "What do you call yourself?"
"Danielle," she said sweetly.
"Well, Danielle, bet you never thought you'd be in this situation, huh?"
She just looked at him, evading his question on purpose.
A half hour later after small talk about how she became the woman she was, Frank came in the office. Locking the door behind him, he walked up to the desk where Danielle and Paul sat. Paul looked at him over his shoulder, lightly stroking his now fully-erect cock.
"Hey, Buddy, meet Danielle."
"Hi there, Danielle. Where'd you pick her- Wait a minute." He looked closer at the sexy woman sitting behind the desk. Danielle had since refreshed her makeup, especially her lipstick, since giving Paul the blowjob of his life. "Dani- >Daniel<? Is that you? Paul, what's the joke?"
"No joke, Frank. This is for real. She is for real. For now anyway. I caught him, ah, her going through the desk. She'll do everything we say or we turn her over to the cops. We can have our very own whore, free of charge," he said smiling widely. "Get up and walk around for Frank. Show him what you got."
She rose from her chair and presented herself to Frank. Still sporting an erect cock and wet spot on her skirt, she walked around Paul who was shaking his legs out of his pants and briefs. She did the same poses and turns for Frank that she'd done for Paul. She could see his reaction to her as his pants pushed out slowly as she wiggled her ass gently at him. As she walked up to him, she saw Paul push her chair out of her space, standing behind the desk, smiling broadly. She reached down and felt Frank's hardness through his pants. She wasn't sure if Frank was going to enjoy it, but Paul told her what she'd have to do when his friend arrived. She needn't have worried; he was thinking strictly with his cock.
"Come here," Paul commanded.
Danielle gave Frank's cock one last loving squeeze and a kiss on the lips and walked around to where Paul was standing. He moved her to where she was standing directly in front of him, but also directly behind her desk. Seconds later, the sound of a zipper preceded the falling of her skirt to the floor. She stood proudly, hard cock severely tenting her panties, soaked wet with precum, getting more excited by Frank's lustful gaze. Paul's hands then reached under her own to unbutton her jacket. Pulling it off her, he gently dropped it to the floor, returning his hands to unbutton her blouse and caress her tummy and bra-covered breasts. She could not help herself; she moaned like the whore she was as she felt Paul's cock pressing into the crack of her ass through the sheer material of her panties. He pushed her forward and she bent over the desk, supporting herself on her elbows, her face just inches away from the edge of the desk.
Frank watched and grew increasingly horny watching the woman on the desk. He watched as he saw Paul pull down her panties and rub his hand, then his cock, through the crack of her ass. Frank felt his pulse quicken as he heard Danielle moan with pleasure as the wet head of Paul's cock rubbed over her tight hole.
"Oh, God, put it in me, Paul. Make me a woman."
Frank almost came in his pants. He couldn't believe his ears as the wanton whore on the desk begged to have her ass fucked.
"What are you waiting for, Frank, I need cock in my mouth."
He didn't need to be told twice. As he approached the front of the desk and Danielle's open mouth, he quickly opened and dropped his pants, nearly tripping on them. Feeling Danielle's tongue circle his hot head, he watched as Paul pressed the head of his cock at her hot hole until he pushed past her tight ring. Frank felt her moan with pain and pleasure around his cock as Paul began slowly pumping his cock in and out of Danielle's exquisite ass. Feeling her tighten her lips around his cock, Frank got himself into the same rhythm that Paul had started. Each guy pushed themselves in the respective holes and pulled out at the same time.
Danielle was in heaven. She had always fantasized about doing two guys at once, now she was getting what she'd always wanted. She knew that she would be doing this more often. She loved the way Frank's six-inch cock slid in and out of her mouth, every so often leaking precum on her tongue. At the same time, she was loving the feeling of Paul's cock sending electric waves of pleasure through her asshole to her hard cock. By this time, her cock was leaking precum into the front of her panties and on her desk continuously. She felt Frank caress her head with both of his hands as Paul grabbed her hips and steadily gained speed toward his impending orgasm. But she couldn't wait that long. The combination of Frank's cock in between her lips and Paul's cock pumping over her tight ass ring, she started humping the desktop and seconds later moaned around Frank's cock as she gushed her own hot cum into her panties. Soon after it leaked out and spilled on the top of the desk where her cock rubbed around.
As she felt her cum spreading around the desktop, Frank stiffened and jet after jet of sperm shot into her mouth. She flicked her tongue over the tip of his cock as she happily swallowed all of the sperm he could give her. He moaned loudly as he held her head tight and spurted three final ropes of cum into her mouth. He pulled back and watched the muscles of her throat move as he knew his sperm was on the way to her tummy. He caught his breath a moment later but could not keep his cock away from Danielle's mouth. As he went from hard to soft, she gave his cock continuous kisses and loving licks.
Paul was driving himself into her ass, making her ass cheeks ripple with each thrust. He squeezed each cheek and pushed himself one last time up inside her and coated her insides with his second load of cum that afternoon. Although Danielle had cum already, she could not stop herself from moaning loudly as she felt his hot cum shoot up into her. She lost count at five jets of cum as she felt his cock throb obscenely with each spurt. Moments later, his cum spurting subsided and he laid himself on her back, trying to catch his breath. All the while she was clenching her hole around his softening cock, enjoying the feeling of having a man inside her.
Frank settled himself in a chair; Danielle and Paul managed to stay in their interlocked position while they each caught their breath.
Twenty minutes later they were all dressed and sitting around the desk. Danielle managed to rid the slight cum spot on her skirt with a touch of cold water from the office water cooler. She was gathering up her things, as she had originally planned when Paul walked in on her. "Remember what I said, sweetheart," Paul began. "I have that tape." She briefly looked over to Frank who had a look of disgust on his face. It was clear he didn't agree on the blackmail angle. "You can do whatever you want with that, darling. My suggestion is you use it to masturbate. I have nothing to hide. This is the new me. I told you earlier, Daniel's gone forever. I went along with having sex with you voluntarily. You guys brought to life one of my all-time fantasies." She put the last few things in a small box and looked at Paul once again. "If I seriously didn't want to have sex with you, there wouldn't have been a damn thing you could have done to me. But I knew that wasn't the case. You're not a rapist, Paul." She got up and kissed each man sweetly on the lips. "Thank you both for giving me a chance to live out a fantasy." She grabbed her belongings off the desk and walked to the door. Grabbing the doorknob, she turned and looked at them, "Who knows, maybe the three of us can do it again in a more comfortable place," she said smiling. She winked at them and seconds later was gone.
End of Adventure #4. :)
I hope you enjoyed this installment of the "Danielle Adventures"! I have more story ideas planned, so we'll see how things go from here. Thank you all so much, in advance, for your words of kindness and encouragement!
Danielle
Here are the other stories in the "Danielle" series of Adventures:
Part 01: "Danielle's First Meeting" Part 02: "Danielle at the Office" Part 03: "Danielle and Daddy"
Look for them on this site!