Home Is Where the Heart Is

He Makes Me Feel Like a New Woman

Chapter 9: Home Is Where the Heart Is

"Ok, this next game is called Guess the Cock! I'm going to blindfold Amethyst. Then you get to take turns putting your cocks in her mouth. She's going to guess whose cock is whose based on what she's learned about you so far tonight." The speaker was a gorgeous blonde wearing matching hot pink fishnet stockings and elbow gloves, a hot pink collar, black stiletto heels, and black bikini bottoms tied on the sides. Her bare breasts were large and perky with a teardrop shape to them.

"Don't be gentle, guys!" Amethyst encouraged as the blonde wrapped a teal strip of cloth around her eyes. "And if your cum tastes like pennies I'll know it's you, Sean!"

The room full of men erupted in a chorus of "ooh!"

As the blonde pushed Amethyst down, the woman tucked her clear plastic platform heels under her short, pleated teal skirt. She opened her mouth wide and stuck out her tongue, revealing a lavender tongue stud that matched the color of her lavender hair.

"So now we just?" a tall man with thick glasses asked.

"Don't let her hear you! She's supposed to guess by just your cock!" the blonde chided. "Show of hands, how many of you have had your cock in her mouth tonight?" Three hands shot up immediately, followed more hesitantly by another two.

"So that's five of you? Out of a total of..." her finger bounced as she counted the men in the room. "Nine? Keep your hands up. Ok, you go first!"

Amethyst squirmed in anticipation, pushing her massive fake tits out. The man the blonde had pointed to, a skinny man hiding his prematurely receding hairline under a baseball hat, beckoned her to come over.

"Hey Trixie," he whispered in the blonde's ear, "I don't think I can, you know, perform? Not in front of everyone."

"Derek." She put her hands on the man's shoulders. "You have two hot sluts here who are going to suck and fuck your cock all night. This is your time to shine!" she whispered urgently. "You're getting married next week! If anyone else here wanted to be shy we would let him, but we need you!"

Trixie sank to her knees, her hands clasped in front of her. "Pretty please?" She pouted up at him.

She unzipped his pants and reached inside. "Ooh! I can work with this! Let's get you ready to face fuck that slut," she whispered, pulling out his cock and putting it in her mouth. After a minute she slapped his ass and said, "go get her!"

Derek waddled over, pants around his ankles, and gently taped his erect cock on Amethyst's tongue. She grabbed his cock with one hand and his leg with the other.

"I'm really happy to suck your cock, Derek, and I'm going to do everything I can to give you the best bachelor party ever," Amethyst said, "but you can't whisper right in front of me like that and think I won't hear." The other men broke out in laughter as Amethyst took Derek's cock into her mouth.

*****

"Are you sure we don't owe you anything extra?" The curly-haired man asked in his South Asian accent.

"We agreed on a rate! This is perfect!" Trixie responded.

"Yeah, but you girls did a lot more than dance."

"And we had fun doing it! We're not whores, Vikram!" Seeing his flustered look she added, "if you want to do something for us, tell your friends! There's nothing like a referral to grow a business."

"Uh, yeah," Vikram said. His hesitation made Trixie think he wouldn't.

"Or have another party! You have a birthday coming up?"

"Don't you want to at least use the shower?" he asked, changing the subject.

"No!" Trixie found a glob of cum on her stomach, scooped it up with one finger, and put it in her mouth. "Me and Amethyst like being covered in cum. It makes a girl feel special to show off how much guys like her."

Vikram narrowed his eyes and tilted his head slightly.

"We wouldn't cover ourselves up at all if we weren't worried about getting you guys in trouble with the hotel," she said as she shrugged on a long winter coat. She leaned over his shoulder and said more loudly, "Amethyst, are you ready?"

When there was no response, Trixie walked back to find the lavender-haired woman in the bedroom. She was on the bed on her hands and knees with her legs spread wide to keep her body low. Derek was standing behind her, now naked except for his hat and a pair of white tube socks. He held her hips tightly while he furiously thrust in and out of her.

"You slut!" Trixie said, startling Derek into stopping. "Am I going to have to drag you away from these cocks?"

"Please don't stop!" Amethyst pleaded with Derek. "I need it so bad! Don't you want to give me that good deep dicking I deserve?"

Derek grabbed her hips and pulled her legs off the edge of the bed. Amethyst started panting, "fuck me Daddy!" in time with his thrusts until he pushed deep inside her and froze, not moving until he had finished pumping the stripper full of cum.

Amethyst put a hand gently on one side of Derek's face and said, "I knew you could do it! Was that special for you?"

Red-faced and panting, Derek nodded and sat down on the bed.

"Are you ready now?" Trixie asked. Amethyst grabbed her coat and followed the blonde out of the hotel room.

As they waited for the elevator, Trixie asked, "you needed one more?"

"It's his special day!" Amethyst replied. "He told me the most he's ever cum in one day was three times, so I wanted to give him four. You know, as a wedding present."

Trixie reached between her friend's legs and slid a finger into her pussy. She pulled it out and inspected it. "Did he even have anything left in the tank? Are you sure it counts?"

"If it made him happy then it counts!" Amethyst retorted.

"You're really just a Care Bear for cocks, aren't you? I'm going to call you Cumshine Bear."

*****

She woke up to the feeling of lube being slathered on her asshole. In her sleepy state she didn't mind the cool, wet sensation. The feeling of a hard cock pushing its way into her asshole made her jolt upright, suddenly awake.

"Relax, Emily, it's just me," her blonde friend said. Now that they were off the clock at their jobs as strippers, Amethyst went back to her real name of Emily, and Trixie went back to her unlikely real name of Fuckdoll. Fuckdoll rubbed a soft hand between Emily's shoulder blades.

Emily settled her head back onto Fuckdoll's enormous bed. "I was asleep! Can't you wait until I wake up?"

"Absolutely not," Fuckdoll said, pushing the head of her strap-on firmly but gently against Emily's asshole. She let it open up slowly, at its own pace, savoring Emily's soft moans. "If you had a dick you would fuck this thing all the time. I can see why Master chose you."

Emily closed her eyes and thought of their Master, imagining it was his cock pushing its way into her ass. Master had never fucked Emily in her ass, or anywhere else for that matter. When Emily first met Master, he had been penetrating Fuckdoll's asshole in public. Emily was shocked and disgusted at the time and had confronted them, but she was a different person now.

"Has your ass gotten bigger?" Fuckdoll asked, squeezing one cheek while she continued to apply gentle pressure on the dildo with her hips. Emily flushed at the compliment - she had been working hard to put more shapely curves onto her thin frame.

"You had better be careful. Guys aren't going to be able to resist this thing, and then you're going to get in trouble." Emily knew what fuckdoll was referring to. Master had commanded Emily to save her anal virginity for him. He had also left her sexually subservient, unable to stop men from using her body in any way they wanted, and desperately aroused by anal penetration. Emily knew there was something unfair about it, but she couldn't bring herself to hold it against Master.

Fuckdoll's strap-on slid past the last of Emily's resistance, filling her anal cavity. Emily moaned and arched her back to push her ass up against the dildo. Orgasm after orgasm flooded through Emily's body as her friend fucked her ass with the artificial cock. Time and space melted away, and with them all possibility of sadness or hurt or disappointment. The whole world was bliss, and the whole world was perfect.

"You'd really just take cock in your ass all day if you could, wouldn't you?" Fuckdoll asked.

Emily didn't know when Fuckdoll had stopped fucking her. She floated in the space between sleep and wakefulness where the whole world is a down pillow that engulfs your body. "Mm hmm," she whimpered into the bedspread.

"Alright," Fuckdoll said, "I've got things to do today. Why don't you just lie here." The bed bounced as Fuckdoll sat down to pull on her boots, then bounced again as she got up. "It's like I have a cat."

"Say, Fuckdoll? Why do you do that?" Emily asked. When Fuckdoll stayed silent she elaborated, "why do you fuck me like that all the time? Like, even when we're with guys, I feel kind of like you're fucking me with their cocks, if that makes sense?"

The room was silent. Emily picked up her head to make sure Fuckdoll was still there.

"Don't you like being fucked?"

"Absolutely! More than anything!"

"Don't you need to be fucked?"

"I couldn't live without it!"

"Well," Fuckdoll said as she opened the door, "there you go."

Emily lay on Fuckdoll's bed in her post-orgasmic bliss and drifted off to sleep.

*****

When Emily woke up the sun was low in the sky and Fuckdoll had not returned. Emily quickly rose and turned on Fuckdoll's shower. She felt embarrassed about sleeping the day away, even though it was not uncommon. She had developed a habit of staying up late, and would sometimes go for days on too little sleep and then catch up all at once.

Freshly showered, she looked through Fuckdoll's closet for something to wear. She settled on a metallic silver top made from a rectangle of small metal sequins that were flexibly joined together, with two thin chains to wrap around her neck and torso. She admired herself in the mirror as she put it on, turning to see how it draped over her front leaving her back and the sides of her breasts bare. She paired this with a wrap skirt made from a blue see-through material that became slightly less see-through as it wrapped around her hips twice. She put her stripper heels back on, grabbed a white fleece jacket and ran out the door, checking the time as she got on the elevator. Emily beamed, knowing she had enough time to go out of her way for one stop before she had to be at work.

*****

Emily had butterflies in her stomach. She closed her eyes and held her breath for a second with her hand on the door. When she walked in she felt herself deflate, and made an effort to keep the smile on her face.

Mike wasn't there.

Mike was Emily's favorite bartender at her regular bar. The first night they met she fell for him. It was the night she first visited the bar, when she had seven of the bar's regular patrons gangbang her. Mike had kept the bar open late to let them all finish and she thought that was sweet. Each of the men had cum two or three times, and it was long past closing when they finished.

Mike offered Emily a towel to clean up, and gave her half of his sandwich when she told him she was hungry. He was the first person to ask for her name all night.

When she offered herself up to Mike, he turned her down at first. She had started to cry, and he changed his mind and made love to her. She thought it was touching how much he cared about her feelings. He had said some things that made her feel good about herself. When he finished, he shot the largest load of cum she had ever taken all over her face. She didn't think men had any control over that kind of thing, but it still felt like a physical token of how much he liked her. He even told her to walk home without cleaning it off of her face, as if he wanted the whole world to know.

Mike had protected Emily when she needed it. One of the bar's regulars, a man in his early sixties named Sully, had taken Emily's anal virginity while Sully and two other men were fucking her, even though she had asked him not to. Mike made him stop, and Emily was especially grateful because she didn't think she could stop any man from using her body in any way he wanted. Sully was no longer welcome in the bar after he had falsely reported her to the police for prostitution and they had taken her away.

A week ago, Emily ran into Mike and his girlfriend, Carol. She didn't know Mike had a girlfriend, and the woman's shrill, aggressive manner convinced her that Mike could do better. She overheard that Mike had stopped having sex with Carol when he started fucking Emily, and knowing that he was saving every drop of his cum for her made her feel like the most special girl in the world.

Emily had a crush on Mike that seemed to be growing deeper by the day. She hadn't seen him in a week, since she ran into him and Carol. She had started her job at the strip club in that time, and it seemed to be hard to find a time for their schedules to align.

"Emily! Where have you been keeping yourself!" an overweight, middle-aged man called to her from the end of the bar.

"Hi Paulie," she said, walking over and embracing the man.

"I feel like we don't see you here anymore! Don't you still like us?"

"Of course I like you, Paulie! Do you want me to show you?" She reached down and searched for the man's penis with one hand.

"Hey! You know I can't say no, but that's not what I meant. I'd miss you even if you looked like Kyle or Sam."

The heavy man sitting on his stool behind the bar in black framed glasses and a plaid flannel shirt looked up from his crossword puzzle at the mention of his name.

"Well, maybe not Sam."

"Hey! Don't write Sam off. He showed me a picture from back when he was in the Navy, and Sam was a hottie. I bet he's broken a lot of hearts!"

Paulie wrapped his arm around her. "See, that's what I'm talking about. You're like a ray of sunshine in this joint."

"So you don't want me to suck your cock?"

"Hold on. I said I missed you. I didn't say I had brain damage," Paulie said, unzipping his pants.

Paulie's penis was only semi-erect as Emily pulled it out. She held it close to the base, placed herself underneath it, and licked repeatedly at the bottom of the head, watching it rise with each lick. When it was fully hard she turned her head sideways and ran her lips up and down the shaft, rubbing her tongue along its length as she went.

Emily repositioned herself and admired Paulie's cock, inches from her face. It was throbbing in time with Paulie's pulse and a glistening drop of precum was beading up on the tip. She wrapped her lips around it and slowly worked her way down the shaft. She moved down just a little bit then back up to not quite to where she started, bringing it further and further into her mouth in a slow, teasing back-and-forth motion.

Before she was halfway down, Paulie's cock exploded in her mouth. The first blast of cum hit the back of Emily's throat and she fell back, coughing. The next blast hit her in her open right eye.

"Oh my God! Emily! Are you okay?!? Are you... are you laughing?"

Emily took a minute to catch her breath between coughs and a heavy laughter that shook her chest. "I'm sorry, Paulie, but that's funny. I suck a lot of cock and I've never had anything like that happen before."

Paulie took a bar towel from Sam and started dabbing around Emily's eye. He gently held her eyelid back to inspect for redness. "Nothing ever gets you down, does it?"

"Not when I'm here, Paulie."

She stopped laughing for a few seconds. When she started again Paulie started laughing with her.

As she caught her breath she touched her eyelid and gently pressed on it. "Hey, have you seen Mike around lately?"

"You just missed him. He was here earlier to pick up his check. Said he was going to see his buddy's band play somewhere up in Somerville."

"Oh. I feel like I keep missing him."

"Well, with your new job that's going to happen."

"Speaking of... I'd better get going."

"I'm really sorry about the eye," Paulie said as her hand was on the door.

"Don't be! I know someone who's going to love this story!"

Paulie had opened his mouth to ask who, but the door closed before he could get his question out. He shrugged and turned back to his barstool.

*****

Emily got off of the stage as the last song of her set finished. She held onto a mustard-colored bikini top, but made no motion to put it back on.

"Hey Lisa," she asked the dancer walking up to take her place on the stage, "have you seen Trixie?"

Lisa rolled her eyes at mention of the name and replied, "she was here earlier. I think she left with some guy."

"What guy?"

"I don't know. He was like... uh... you know, I must not have had a good look at him."

"Thanks, Lisa."

As Emily walked across the floor of the strip club a patron tried to call her over, waving one hand in a circular motion and displaying a handful of fanned-out bills in the other. She held up one finger and gave him an apologetic look as she walked by.

"Hey Vinnie," she started before the door to his office was fully open.

"You? What do you want? Why haven't you put your clothes back on?" the black-haired man asked, squinting at her irritably from behind his desk.

"I swear, Vinnie," Emily said as she put her bikini top back on, "you're the only guy I know who complains about seeing naked women. Have you seen Trixie? Lisa was saying she..."

At the mention of Trixie's name Vinnie's eyes had become unfocused, as if he was looking at something a far distance behind Emily. He mouthed something silently.

"Sorry, what was that? I've been zoning out tonight - I think I need a cup of coffee or something," Vinnie said as he refocused, head shaking.

"Uh... Yeah... I was just asking about Trixie."

This time she thought he mouthed Trixie's name back after she said it, followed by something else. She heard a barely audible sound coming from him.

"Trixie, Trixie, Trixie..." Emily repeated the name as she slowly walked around Vinnie's desk. She tried to time it so she would repeat the name just when his lips stopped moving.

Her ear was inches from Vinnie's mouth when she finally made out the words: "Trixie can do whatever she wants."

Emily stumbled backwards.

"Something wrong with you?" Vinnie asked her.

Emily rushed out of the office. She ran to the bathroom and threw cold water on her face. She waited long minutes for her heart to stop racing. Finally, she looked at herself in the mirror and let out a wavering, desperate whisper: "Master?"