Old Life Falling Apart

He Makes Me Feel Like a New Woman

Chapter 2: Old Life Falling Apart

"And it's not actually a sexual thing at all," Emily explained to her friend Sara, "It's just a sensory thing. Some creepy men have some weird fetish over it because men will make anything a woman does sexual."

"Yeah... sure," her friend responded, at a loss for how to continue the conversation.

"It's not like I pierced my tongue and now I'm ready to just suck any guy's cock," Emily blurted out with increasing irritation. A young man walked by the table where they were having brunch. He must have heard Emily, because he fixed his eyes on hers and raised his eyebrows. Emily flushed and looked back down at her napkin on the table. She didn't know if he'd seen her new lavender tongue stud, matched to the color of her lavender hair. Did she want him to? Why was she getting turned on by the thought that he saw it and thought she was a cock sucker?

Emily felt torn. On the one hand, she thought that the tongue piercing had been a huge mistake, and she should probably take it out. On the other, it made her feel sexy, and every time she rubbed it on the roof of her mouth the sensation reminded her of the man's instruction that she suck off twenty strangers before Saint Patrick's Day. He told her it had to be twenty guys she had never met before, and she had to finish them off using only her mouth. If they wanted to cum somewhere specific she should let them, but if it was her choice she had to take every load in her mouth or on her face.

The guy who had pierced her tongue told her she had to wait three weeks before she could do anything that could risk infection in her mouth. She had felt that he was insinuating she was going to suck cock (but now she thought she might have been imagining it) and told him she wasn't that kind of woman. Then she had looked down at his crotch and felt a deep longing. She knew that every cock she sucked got her closer to that one perfect cock that her man had pulled, glistening, out of Fuckdoll's asshole. Still she felt overwhelmed with disgust at the idea of letting a man cum in her mouth or on her face.

She tried to glower at the man walking by, but only smiled weakly. Sara continued talking to her, but Emily found herself distracted and paying poor attention. She kept glancing at the young man who had looked at her, hoping to catch his eye again. After a long, distracted time Sara excused herself to go to the bathroom.

Emily walked over to the table where the young man was sitting.

"I guess you heard me talking about sucking cock," Emily confessed to him.

"Excuse me, what?"

"I mean, I don't. Like, I never have. Only... I'm trying to learn and..."

"Excuse the fuck out of me!" the woman across the table from him shouted.

"Oh, you're his... ah..."

"I'm his girlfriend, slut! Who the fuck are you!"

Emily ran out of the restaurant. When Sara called her she ignored the calls and deleted the voicemails without listening to them.

*****

Emily returned to work the following Monday. The week before her co-worker, James, caught her masturbating at her desk. She didn't even know she was doing it until he caught her. She wasn't sure why she was touching herself at her desk, but she thought she had been drugged. The evening before she caught a couple having sex in her subway car - she didn't remember him dosing her with anything, but after the encounter she found herself acting strangely. She followed the stranger onto the subway platform and exposed herself to him in public. Later she couldn't stop thinking about his cock. His beautiful, perfect cock.

Emily knew she could get past this. If she thought about his cock again, she would just distract herself with work. She was a hard worker, and she knew she could use work to overcome her obsession with his cock. With the way it throbbed. With the way it glistened when he pulled it out of that woman's asshole. He had told Emily her name was Fuckdoll, which was about the most demeaning thing Emily could imagine.

Emily's hand slid into the waistband of her skirt. She wasn't going to touch herself, but she felt like she could control herself if only she could stop the throbbing in her vulva. She grabbed herself and squeezed, feeling relief at the pressure. She squirmed and rolled her hips, trying to find the right angle to fully relieve her needy throbbing. She was sure she could cure it with that perfect cock.

Emily's middle finger started rubbing back and forth, applying steady pressure to her clit. She thought about how Fuckdoll looked sucking that delicious, incredible cock. What would it even feel like to be her? Emily thought back to what Fuckdoll had looked like wrapped around the man's leg. Emily was nothing like her, but now she imagined what it might feel like to be her while she rubbed her tongue stud on the roof of her mouth.

"Again!?!? Fucking seriously?!?" Emily pulled her hand out of her skirt and looked up at James. "This isn't like you at all. What's happened to you? Are you sick?"

"I don't know!" Emily blurted out. She felt like she was about to cry, but the words came out breathy, almost seductive. Emily thought back to the way Fuckdoll had talked.

"Is that a tongue stud?!? What... Why do you..." James stuttered, looking for something to say.

Emily reached out to grab James, and somehow her hand found his hard cock through his pants. Why was he hard right now? He was pretending to be upset, but she knew he really just wanted to fuck her. Without knowing quite why, she found herself saying, "I don't think you really mind," while massaging his cock and and licking her lips in an exaggerated, suggestive way, showing off the tongue stud a little more. She counted the days: she had met her man and his Fuckdoll on Wednesday, pierced her tongue on Thursday, and since this was only four days later on Monday she had to wait another seventeen days until she could suck his cock. Could she make it that long? Was three weeks the real amount of time, or did they build some factor of safety into that? People on the internet said it would be healed in only a week or two. Her tongue didn't even really hurt anymore.

There was a knock at the open door. James sat down quickly and tried to adjust himself. Emily twisted in her seat while she rearranged her skirt. They were both pretty sure the student standing half in the doorway had seen what they were doing.

*****

"Fuck!" Emily said out loud as she hung up the phone.

"What's wrong?" James asked.

"It's nothing."

"Didn't sound like nothing."

"It's nothing you'd understand," Emily bit back. She felt bad snapping at James, but really didn't think she could explain this to him. It was Wednesday, February first, and she knew she had six weeks until Saint Patrick's Day. If she wanted to be ready for her man and his beautiful cock, she needed to get her breast implants now. She had just called her third surgeon in the area, and he was talking about scheduling a consultation in March for a possible surgery in June. None of the surgeons she had talked to had understood her urgency. And the prices were astronomical - far more money than she had access to.

Emily researched cheap, fast boob jobs, contemplating whether she would fly to Mexico or Brazil. She finally settled on a doctor in Miami who could give her implants the next week. She could afford them if she used all of her credit cards, but the added debt would be hard to manage.

"What was that?" James demanded of her when she hung up the phone after scheduling her surgery and booking a flight to Miami. She was giddy to the point of giggling, but quickly turned irate at the tone of James's voice.

How much had he heard? Did he know she was getting implants? How could she explain any of this?

"It's none of your fucking business! You don't control me!" Emily yelled at him as she grabbed her bag and stormed out of the door. The truth was that she was hornier than she had ever been, and if she had stayed she wouldn't have been able to stop herself from fucking him. She kept her head down all the way back to her apartment, trying not to make eye contact with anyone.

At home, she opened the packaging on her new set of butt plugs. She thought about her man telling her what she had to do to train herself. She pulled out the largest butt plug and looked longingly at it, thinking about how Fuckdoll looked with her man's cock sliding in and out of her asshole. Emily put that butt plug back and pulled out the smallest one. She lubed it up generously before gently pushing the tip into her own asshole. As she felt it stretch out her asshole she thought about her man's cock and how good it would feel when she could give it pleasure. She rubbed her clit until she came while she fucked her own ass with the butt plug. She gave herself a few seconds to recover, then pushed it all the way in, got dressed, and went to the store with the plug in her ass.

***

"Are you fucking kidding me?!?" James asked. "You want me to cover for you for half a week while you just disappear without any approved leave?"

Emily knew she had pushed things pretty far. She hadn't been at work much, and had been pretty spaced out while she was there. James had already picked up a lot of her slack, and now she was just announcing that she was going to be gone for the next three days. It was too much, and she would have reacted the same way in his place.

"I know it's a lot to ask. You've been a really good friend, and I'm sorry to ask..."

"You sure as fuck haven't treated me like a friend!" He exploded. "You've been treating me like some kind of asshole, and for some reason I keep covering for you!"

At the mention of the word 'asshole' Emily puckered around the butt plug that she was wearing. She didn't know if she liked the sensation of being constantly penetrated or if she liked how it made her feel slutty, but either way she was constantly aroused while she wore it.

"You're right! I've been a bad friend! But I can make it up to you!" she said, grabbing his thigh with both hands. When James hesitated, she licked her lips again, fixed him with a look she hoped was seductive, and watched his resolve melt.

Not wanting to let her opportunity pass, Emily unzipped James's pants and pulled out his cock. All of her old feelings came flooding back: this cock was ugly and didn't smell good, and it was degrading to have it near her face. At the same time she knew that she needed practice before she was ready for her man and his perfect cock. Wasn't that why he told her she had to suck twenty dicks before he saw her again?

She tried to lick and suck James's cock the way Fuckdoll had sucked her man's. She just wasn't up to it. She got too tired and too disgusted and felt like she had done enough. Before she knew it she was on her back with James's cock deep inside of her. He seemed excited and enthusiastic when he discovered her butt plug, but when she said "that's not for you," he stopped and didn't bring it up again.

She didn't know how to answer when he asked, "where do you want it?" He pulled his cock out and came all over her skirt and her sweater, and sprayed some jism onto her face. She put up her hand and turned her face, but still felt some of the vile liquid land on her cheek. Neither of them noticed Professor Velasquez in the room, her arms folded across her chest, until after she cleared her throat.

*****

Emily looked at her phone, saw it was another call from James, and ignored it. She knew she was probably fired and thought she might have gotten him fired too. She didn't understand where these urges were coming from or why she couldn't control them. She didn't know why she felt compelled to follow the instructions that her man had left for her. She didn't understand why she was losing her passion for the things she used to care about, like her career and her independence. She didn't know why she couldn't stop thinking about his cock. That stunning, beautiful cock, glistening as it came out of Fuckdoll's asshole.

Emily's hand drifted down into her waistband, but she caught herself as the announcement came over the intercom that her flight was boarding.