A New Life Takes Shape

He Makes Me Feel Like a New Woman

Chapter 4: A New Life Takes Shape

As Emily was walking into her building, she ran into her neighbor, Liam, on his way out. Liam gave her a double-take as though he didn't recognize her at first -- the woman he knew was a reserved, socially awkward feminist who mostly kept to herself. He recognized her long lavender hair, only now it was disheveled and filthy. She wondered if he knew that her hair was caked with dried semen and saliva, or if it wasn't as obvious as it felt. Her bloodshot eyes and indecently short club dress made it apparent that she had been out all night. She could feel her nipples poking through the dress's thin material and was sure everyone could smell her wet pussy and the coating of dried cum she had never fully cleaned. She saw Liam's gaze drop down to her new hard, round fake tits that were barely contained by the tight dress - they had been the reason for her trip to Miami, and seeing Liam's eyes widen when he saw them made her feel a surge of warmth between her legs. She was sure he could smell her arousal by now, and hoped he didn't mind.

"Hi. It's Elizabeth, right?"

Emily had a momentary flash of anger that he got her name wrong, but felt the intense desire to have his cock in her mouth and didn't want to miss the opportunity.

"I can be anyone you want if you fuck my face like a good little slut and cum in my mouth."

"Are you serious? What is this?" Liam asked.

Emily responded by pulling her dress down to show off her new tits and licking her lips to show off her new tongue stud. When Liam's eyes widened, Emily dropped down to her knees, sticking out her tongue and panting at him in a way she hoped would turn him on. Apparently it did, because Liam responded by unzipping his pants, pulling out his uncircumcised cock, and slapping it on Emily's tongue.

Emily sucked Liam's cock with a desperation to prove to herself she could do it. She moaned and massaged her clit, hoping he would be so turned on by her slutty display that he would cum faster. She ran her tongue stud up and down the bottom of his cock, hoping she could find the right spot. When they heard the ding of the elevator opening into the lobby, Liam tried to push her away but Emily just shook her head, cock still in mouth, and said "uh uh." She didn't care if the whole city watched, as long as she finished the job like she was supposed to.

After what felt like hours, with her jaw cramping and her knees in agony, Liam pulled her up and bent her over one of the lobby chairs. Her sleep-deprived brain felt relief at first, but when he started sliding his cock up and down her soaking wet pussy she realized what was happening and said, "no!"

Liam ignored her and pushed his cock into her tight but well-used pussy. She felt sore and run-down after all of the cock she had already taken in the previous day. Liam told her, "don't say no, I need this."

As his cock pumped in and out of her she told him, "I just want it in my mouth, not my pussy."

"You're not dressed like you don't want it in your pussy. This dress? With no panties? Are you honestly going to tell me I'm the first guy to fuck you since you've been out?"

"Well no. There were... three?" Emily had a hard time keeping track in her exhausted state, "but I didn't mean to. It's just..." Emily lost her train of thought as Liam started fucking her harder and faster. Was he turned on thinking about three other guys fucking her before he got his turn? "It's just that I need to practice sucking cock. It's important. I need to be good at it by Saint Paddy's."

"Alright you dirty slut," Liam said, pulling his cock out of her pussy. He picked her up and put her back down on the chair upside down, so her lower back was on the seat and her legs went up the back. The rush of blood to her head was almost more than she could take in her deep state of mental, physical, and emotional exhaustion. She wobbled unsteadily and grabbed the arms of the chair in alarm as Liam tilted the chair back until her face was lined up with his cock. She felt a strange relief as he started fucking her face. This was getting to feel familiar.

"I'll help you get good at sucking cock," Liam promised.

Liam fucked her face mercilessly. She wasn't sure if she passed out or not. She didn't remember him cumming, she just remembered him dropping the chair on its back so she fell down. She felt the splatter as Liam's fresh cum flew off of her face and her tits when she hit the ground, and she saw her elderly neighbor Mr. Faras looking at her and slowly shaking his head.

"Don't worry, Lizzie," she heard Liam say behind her, "I can come by later to give you more practice."

"Wait... where are you going?"

"I have to meet some friends for brunch. I'm going to be late after our little escapade."

"Can I come with you?" Emily asked, turning around to look at Liam. She wasn't sure why she asked, but after a marathon session of being used for sex she wanted to do something that made her feel normal.

Liam looked her up and down with a smirk on his face, "I think you had better get cleaned up and get some sleep instead. You're a bit of a mess, darling, and I'm headed to a nice restaurant. Not the kind of place where sluts stumble in from a night at the club to look for cock."

Emily went up to her apartment, sat down in the shower, and cried from the shame of being used like a cheap fuck toy by a half-dozen men. She cried from the despair of feeling like she had lost all sense of who she was and the fear that she might never get her sense of self back. She cried from the humiliation of not being able to suck cock like Master ordered her to.

After an hour or so in the shower she made herself some coffee and a sandwich, got dressed, and went out to buy a suction cup dildo. Master had told her what he expected her to do. If she didn't have anything else, at least she had Master's instructions.

*****

Master had told her to get a suction cup dildo. Waiving his own cock at her he had said, "about this size." He told her she was to practice oral sex on the dildo every day. She was supposed to spend two minutes bobbing her head back and forth on the dildo, taking it as far back as she could -- just to the edge of discomfort. Then after two minutes she was supposed to push her head as far down as she could and hold it there. Thirty seconds was ideal, but Master knew she wouldn't be able to do that at first, so until she developed a talent for deepthroat she was supposed to hold it down for as long as she could. She was to do five reps of head-bobbing and deepthroat training at a time, as many times in a day as she could manage.

In March she was supposed to start training her anal skills and ass-to-mouth on the dildo, so it was important that she made progress at stretching out her asshole with her butt plugs. She thought about Master pulling his gorgeous cock out of Fuckdoll's asshole, and the way the gorgeous blonde eagerly started sucking on it without cleaning it off. Was she going to be able to do that? Why was she so turned on thinking about being sodomized and face fucked by Master's perfect cock? And when had she started thinking of him as Master?

Master had said it was critically important that she leave the dildo out at all times, especially if a man was going to be in her apartment. If a man asked any questions about it, she had to volunteer to show him what it was for. Master insisted this was important, and she knew not to question Master. Emily licked the suction cup at the base of the dildo, bent forward to try to see how high she would have to mount it so it would fit inside her while she was standing up, and stuck it to the full-length mirror in her living room.

Emily dropped to her knees and gave the silicone cock a few tentative licks. It tasted and smelled weird, but didn't have the foul taste and smell of the real thing. She thought about her disgust at the smell of a man's penis, but when she remembered the smell itself, it seemed kind-of pleasant now. Was she turning into a slut who likes cock? That was impossible, she told herself. It was only Master's cock she wanted, the others were just a means to an end.

Emily closed her eyes and remembered how Master's cock had looked while it throbbed in her face, tantalizingly close. Why hadn't she tried to suck it then? She gave the dildo a series of kisses, gentle and soft at first and then increasingly wet and deep. If she didn't have Master's gorgeous, delicious cock, she would just have to pretend with this one.

Her first day with the dildo was hard. Her jaw hurt and she felt degraded. The constant pushing on the back of her throat made her feel sick and gross. Worst of all she couldn't get it very deep at all and couldn't hold it down for more than a second or two. Emily felt like she would never learn to be a good enough cocksucker for her Master.

*****

Emily woke from a nap to find the sky had grown dark. Her phone said it was almost nine o'clock. She tried one more round of cocksucking practice with the dildo on her living room mirror and was disheartened to find that she hadn't improved yet. It was only her first day, but it was too hard and she was impatient.

She decided to get a drink at one of the bars in her neighborhood. Ordinarily Emily wasn't the kind of person who went to a bar by herself. She hadn't been much of a drinker in her post-college days, although she had been drinking a lot more recently. She usually preferred having time to herself to read and to think. Right now she was in no mood to be alone with her thoughts, or with the throbbing ache in her well-used pussy. Noise, crowds, and alcohol seemed like a much better alternative.

She opened her closet and frowned at how frumpy and dull most of her clothes were. They seemed to be mostly formless and designed to hide her body. She pulled out a loose-fitting floor-length burgundy dress and held it in front of her in the mirror. Then she moved the dress away to examine her naked body. She was as skinny and gangly as she had ever been, all knobby knees and bony hips. She didn't think it had ever bothered her quite this much, though. Her large fake tits dominated her frame now, round, high, and hard, looking like overinflated balloons. She gently touched the strips of tape covering her implant scars at the bottom of each breast, noting that they didn't hurt as much as they had just the night before.

Emily decided she would need to work on her body and her wardrobe. She thought of Fuckdoll, and she wanted to feel as sexy and vibrant as that woman had looked. She would get a burger with her drinks, she thought, to try to put some curves on her bony body. In the morning she would join a gym. In the meanwhile, she would find a pair of scissors so she could try to make something she was happy to wear out of this dress.

Emily lubed up her butt plug, took a minute to work it slowly into her asshole, and then found her dusty sewing kit on the back of a high shelf.

*****

The bar Emily found herself in an hour later wasn't large or busy. It was a basement bar with no sign out front - the kind of bar that mostly catered to locals, with only one or two patrons a night who weren't regulars. When she walked in, two men at a table near the door stopped their conversation and stared at her. Emily turned to hide her face so they couldn't see her smile at their attention. Didn't she usually feel angry at this kind of ogling?

Emily was freezing. She had walked the block-and-a-half from her apartment to the bar with no jacket because she didn't want to cover up the dress. She was very proud of the work she had done in such a short time, and before she left her apartment she found herself twirling in front of her mirror to appreciate her new sleeveless, low cut dress with a pinched waist and a flowy skirt that stopped at her mid-thigh.

Emily sat down at the bar and told the early-twenties, attractive man working behind it, "I need something to warm me up."

The bartender nodded, but before he could say anything a man standing at the other end of the bar offered, "I can give you something to warm you up, sweetheart."

Emily looked the man up and down. He was middle aged, soft around the middle, and had thinning hair the color of old dishwater. He held up a pitcher of beer and a stack of glasses, as if in offer, and tilted his head towards a booth in the back. "It's warmer away from the door, and my friends and I are good company. You should come with me"

Emily followed him, not sure why she did so. She felt like this was becoming another pattern in her new life, but didn't take much time to wonder at it as she was squeezed into the booth between her new friend and another overweight middle-aged man. The men introduced themselves, but didn't ask for her name. Eddie was her new friend who had invited her to the table, and on her other side was Paulie. Seated across from her was a skinny man named Sully who looked a bit older than the rest and a man named Rob with a great shapeless bulk to him, as though he had been an athlete in his youth and had retained the mass of muscles but not their form.

"So what brings you in here, sweetheart?"

Eddie's question caught her off guard. Emily hadn't considered that she would have to talk about herself and had no idea what to say to anyone right now.

"I've had a long, hard day and I need to unwind."

"What, you don't like it long and hard?" asked Sully from across the table.

Eddie waived a hand at him and encouraged Emily to continue. "Why don't you tell us all about it."

Emily tried desperately to lie or evade the question. She had no idea why she would tell anyone the truth, but for reasons she didn't understand it came out of her.

"I flew down to Miami to get these," she said, gesturing to her new fake tits that were squeezed out of the top of her tight, low-cut dress. "I didn't realize I had no place to stay for my last night there, and I couldn't find a hotel I could afford. I had to overextend myself on my credit cards to afford them," and she gestured to her tits again.

"I ended up meeting this guy who produces porn. I thought it would be a good opportunity to learn to suck dick, but he just face fucked me until I passed out and then invited two of his friends over to fuck me."

Emily heard Paulie spit out his drink next to her. Rob looked at her with wide eyes. Sully asked, "these two guys who fucked you, did they run a train, spit roast, or DP you?"

Emily paused for a long second before responding, "I don't know what any of that means. I'm not really a slut. This is... new..." she trailed off.

Sully puffed out his chest, adopting a professorial role. "Well, you see, a train is when a multitude of men fuck you in succession, one-at-a-time like. A spit roast is when one of them fucks you while you suck the other fellow's cock. It's like you're the pig and their cocks are the spit. Then a DP is when they both fuck you at the same time, usually one in the cunt and one in the keester."

Rob slapped Sully on the arm. "Don't say cunt around a lady."

"A thousand pardons if I've offended the lady. I meant to say your lovely, incomparable vagina."

Emily flushed to her roots. "It was the second one. They tried to do the third, but... I'm not ready for that and my... friend... stopped them."

Eddie cleared his throat. "Well, that's not quite what I was expecting, but that does sound like..."

"That's not all," Emily interrupted. "I tried to perform oral on a man in the airport, but he turned me down," she felt a rush of blood to her ears at the memory of the rejection, "I went down on a guy on the plane but couldn't make him... finish... then tried to give my asshole neighbor a blowjob when I got home, but he fucked me even though I said no then fucked my face until I almost passed out and... was very rude to me." Buzzing with adrenaline, she took a long sip of beer to have something to do besides meet the gazes of these men. She didn't know why she had told them so much. She felt humiliated hearing herself recount it all, but was also strangely turned on. She wasn't sure if she was feeling this rush of blood from the anxiety of her confession, from remembering how she had been used and degraded, or from talking with these strange men about her sexual encounters, but she had to clamp her thighs together and squirm slightly at the sudden surge of arousal.

"And you're sure you're not a slut?" Sully asked from across the table.

Rob hit him on the arm again, while Emily responded, "I'm not! I just need to get good at giving head!" She wanted to tell them about her Master and his perfect cock, but decided that was too much to share. Her arousal was distracting and almost uncomfortable now. Was it the thought of her Master's cock, or the way these men saw her as a slut? She ran her tongue stud over the roof of her mouth, and the sensation made her want something else in her mouth.

After an awkward pause, Eddie offered, "well, is there anything we can do to help?"

Emily looked up at him, and he stammered, "I didn't mean like that! I just mean, you know..."

Sully interrupted, "wait a minute, why not like that?" He gestured towards Emily with his beer and asked, "how about it, sweetie? You want to fuck all of us right here, right now?"

Emily reached down and felt Eddie's rock hard cock through his pants. She bit her lip and looked at him in a way she hoped was seductive. She explored in Paulie's lap with her other hand and found that his cock was just as hard. Why are men so excited by women who act like sluts, Emily wondered.

"Um, actually," she said, "I think I do, but do you think you could, you know, just run a train on me? And maybe just use my mouth?"

She followed Eddie to the dingy, cramped bathroom at the back of the bar. She felt her heart race as she walked in, and by the flickering yellow light she saw a face in the bathroom's dirty mirror that looked terrified and excited. She turned to Eddie, trying to smile at him with a confidence she didn't feel.

"So, how do you want to..." he started, but halted mid-question when she dropped to her knees and started to unfasten his pants. She tried to bob her head up and down on Eddie's cock, intermittently forcing it back as far as she could take it, feeling the bulk of his overhanging gut pressing into her forehead and her nose. She felt a pang of despair as she realized she was already reaching her limit and the first of four guys wasn't even close yet.

"You going to let the rest of us have a turn?" called a voice from the doorway. Emily felt a strange relief when Rob traded places with Eddie, feeling like she had been saved from her own failure at giving head. His cock wasn't long, but it was the girthiest she had ever encountered, and she had difficulty getting it into her mouth. She tried to make up for it by swirling her tongue around the head of this cock that barely fit in her mouth.

Rob reached down and slid a meaty hand inside her dress to grope her right breast. It was a tight fit, and they heard an unmistakable ripping sound. His cock popped out of Emily's mouth as she leaned back with a look of surprise. They locked eyes. Something about it must have appealed to Rob, because he reached down with both hands, grabbed the front of her dress, and pulled hard. He reached his hands under her arms and lifted her to her feet, watching her torn dress fall away from her bare tits all the way to her waist.

Rob turned Emily away from him and pushed her face into the grimy mirror with one hand, reaching under her skirt to caress her pussy with the other. He slid the tip of one finger in, and to Emily it felt as thick as some of the cocks that had been inside of her recently. He lifted up her skirt and guided his hard, thick cock up to her slippery, wet pussy, still pushing her head hard against the mirror with his other hand.