Opening Up 19

He Makes Me Feel Like a New Woman

Chapter 11: Opening Up

"It's okay. It's not like you haven't done this before."

"I haven't, though!" Emily protested. Emily was a tall slender woman with lavender hair that fell off her shoulders in waves. Her massive fake tits sat high and round on her chest.

"What are you talking about?" The stunning blonde reassuring Emily was named Fuckdoll. Fuckdoll was also slim, but with softer curves and more toned muscles. Her natural breasts were full and soft, and large in a way that was proportional to the rest of her body.

The two women sat naked together on Emily's living room floor.

"I know for a fact four different guys have fucked you in your ass. And don't forget, I've fucked your ass a few times." Fuckdoll continued.

"But that's just it!" Emily protested. "Someone else has always done the fucking. You know better than anyone that I turn into a puddle when a cock goes into my ass. With that thing I have to do all of the work."

Emily's gaze was directed to the suction cup dildo stuck to a full length mirror close to them.

"You can do this! And I'll be here the whole time. If you fall, I'll catch you." Fuckdoll put a hand on Emily's thigh and squeezed. "And I've invited a special friend to help. Emily, I'd like you to meet Gaston."

Fuckdoll reached into her bag and extracted a small oblong bottle of lube with two googly eyes and a false mustache adhered to one side. Emily rested her head on Fuckdoll's shoulder. Fuckdoll ran a hand through Emily's hair.

"Come on," Fuckdoll said with a clap, "you've cleaned up and warmed up. You'll never be more ready."

Emily positioned herself before the dildo, knees slightly bent and turned inward to put herself at just the right height. She pushed the well-lubricated dildo against her well-lubricated asshole. She gasped and panted as she pushed her ass back, wiggling the tip of the dildo with her hand.

As it went slowly into her, everything else disappeared. Emily's whole world was only a deep pressure in her asshole and the silicone cock that was causing it.

The tip slipped in, and the pressure transformed into a fullness. Emily paused to catch her breath and felt Fuckdoll's soft reassuring touch on the side of her face.

Emily gently pushed a bit more and felt the fake cock slide into her. Her eyes and mouth opened wide. Fuckdoll took both of her arms and the women held each other, hands at one another's elbows, until Emily had adjusted to the sensation enough to start slowly moving her hips.

Emily made tiny back-and-forth motions with the dildo inserted about halfway into her ass. Her breath came in slow and careful, but went out hard and ragged.

The women heard a faint sound. When Fuckdoll looked down she saw a tiny spot of moisture on the floor and a drop threatening to fall from Emily's labia.

"You slut," Fuckdoll giggled. "You love this."

Emily looked at her with pleading eyes, unable to speak.

Fuckdoll lowered herself slightly.

"Don't let go!" Emily's voice was desperate.

"No, I need to lick it," Fuckdoll replied.

"You said you were going to help me!"

"Fine! But you owe me." Fuckdoll rolled her eyes playfully.

There was a knock at the door.

Emily fixed a panicked look on Fuckdoll, who struggled to contain fits of laughter that were bubbling out of her.

"You'll have to come back later. This isn't a good time." Fuckdoll projected her voice in the general direction of the door.

"Emily? Wait, who is this?"

Emily's eyes shut tight and then opened a second later. "That's Liam," she whispered to Fuckdoll.

There was another knock, more insistent this time. "Who's in there!"

Emily shook her head from side to side as Fuckdoll let go of her arms. Fuckdoll silently mouthed the words, "you're okay."

The front door was on the same wall as the mirror, only a few feet over from the spot where Emily was impaled on her dildo. Fuckdoll gracefully moved to block the doorframe as she opened the door.

"Where's Emily?" Liam asked, raising himself on his toes and looking past Fuckdoll into the apartment.

"You must be Liam," Fuckdoll said. "Emily's in the hospital. Apparently the last time you fucked her you tore her wide open. You have to be more careful next time with that baseball bat you're packing." The blonde glanced down at the crotch of Liam's terry cloth pajama pants and then back to his eyes.

"Wait, what? She's... is she really in the hospital?"

"Where else could she be?" The blonde leaned back to turn her head and look right into Emily's terrified eyes.

"Who are you? What are you doing here?" Liam asked in a distracted tone.

When Fuckdoll turned back Liam was staring at her full hips and the gently curved y-shape where her toned thighs met her pubic mound. "If you like that, you should see the view from the back." Fuckdoll turned sideways in the doorframe and stuck out her round, perky ass.

Liam swallowed. "So you and Emily? You're both like..."

"Emily's my bestie," Fuckdoll chirped, "only she doesn't like to bring me around because I'm kind of a slut."

Liam had lived down the hall from Emily for two years but had only come to know her in the past month. In their first conversation she had asked him to fuck her face in the lobby of their apartment building. Of course he did. When he came by later that night to talk about what happened, he found her covered in cum. She put on a show of intensely fellating a dildo and then the two had sex. Since then she had fucked him and all of his friends whenever they wanted.

Liam couldn't imagine a woman who was too slutty for Emily's comfort. The thought of one with the beautiful face and perfect body of the naked woman in front of him left him stunned, mouth open in the hallway.

"We'll have to get to know each other later," Fuckdoll said, shaking hands with the erection that Liam's pants failed to hide. "I'm a little busy right now."

With that, Fuckdoll closed the door on Liam and sank down its other side until she hit the floor. She held her hand in front of her mouth and pinched her nose to cut off fits of laughter.

Emily beckoned Fuckdoll over with large motions of one arm. She was holding herself up on the mirror with the other arm. Fuckdoll went over to her and gently helped her off of the dildo.

"That wasn't so bad, was it?"

Emily collapsed into Fuckdoll's arms. Fuckdoll lowered her to the floor, where she rubbed two fingers across Emily's dripping wet pussy. Emily shuddered and Fuckdoll put the fingers in her mouth.

Emily lay limp in Fuckdoll's arms and felt her softness and warmth. After a minute she pushed herself back up.

"I'm not done yet. Master was specific." Emily crawled on hands and knees back to the dildo. She pushed herself to a kneeling position and wrapped her lips around it.

She bobbed her head up and down in long strokes, taking the whole dildo from tip to base. After a few minutes she held her face down. She had to swallow repeatedly with the head of the fake cock in her throat. She slipped her tongue out between her lip and the shaft to caress the scrotum molded into the dildo's base.

She pulled herself off and caught her breath. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and looked over at Fuckdoll.

"You get used to it," the blonde said, shrugging.

*****

It was March first, the date that Master had instructed Emily to start training herself for anal and ass-to-mouth using her dildo. Master was the man who was responsible for Liam thinking that Emily was a slut, insofar as he was responsible for altering her personality a short time before their first conversation.

Emily had an encounter with Master which left her constantly aroused, with intense sexual compulsions. Over time her personality changed to make her accept and even enjoy these compulsions.

Fuckdoll was another woman who had been affected by Master. While Master remained a stranger to Emily, Fuckdoll had been his companion for the past year-and-a-half. Sometimes it seemed like Fuckdoll didn't understand him much better than Emily did.

Fuckdoll and Emily had recently bonded. It wasn't surprising in light of all of the things they had in common. They were both exhibitionists with strong sexual urges who craved male attention. And they were both devoted to Master.

Master and Emily had reunited the day before. Master told Emily that she was unique among his companions - special was the word he used. She knew that Master was looking forward to doing more with her in the future.

Fuckdoll was worried that Master was tiring of her, and she had concerns that he would abandon her soon.

*****

"We need to celebrate!" Fuckdoll was stepping into bubblegum-pink booty shorts with ruffles all over them. "I have a plan, and I want you to hear me out."

Emily wrapped a long white strip of cloth behind her back, crossed it over her breasts, and tied it behind her neck. She tilted her head and looked at Fuckdoll.

"Ok, so you know how there are all of those run-down triple-deckers in this neighborhood? I bet those are full of people just out of college who are living four or five to a unit for the cheap rent." She pulled on a tight white tank top that was cropped to leave her midriff bare.

"Yeah." Emily stepped into a short navy blue skirt.

"We should get one of them to fuck us! Like, we should get a group of five guys who all live together to fuck us."

"I don't know," Emily looked away from Fuckdoll.

"No, it'll be easy! Maybe we try to run into some guys at the grocery store. Guys like that shop for groceries together, right?"

"I think maybe... maybe I'll just meet you at the club a little later."

Fuckdoll stared at Emily until the lavender-haired woman turned back to meet her eyes. "You know what I'm going to do? I'm going to find my own dive bar, and then never invite you or let you meet any of my friends there."

"I'm sorry! It's just..."

"Don't worry. It's fine. I'll see you at the club later."

Emily listened to the sound of Fuckdoll's boots clicking down the hall with her hand on the doorknob. She searched for something to say, but couldn't find it.

*****

There was nobody behind the bar when Emily walked into the small basement bar. The sun had not yet set, and the few patrons who would usually stop in wouldn't be there for hours. Emily scanned the bar and found it empty except for two people playing cards at a side table.

Paulie waved at Emily when she walked in. The man across from him turned in his seat.

It was Mike.

He rose from his seat when he saw Emily rush to him. He took two steps back to stay on his feet as she jumped onto him, wrapping him in her arms and legs.

"Hey Emily. It's been a while, huh?"

"Mike!" She found the floor beneath her feet. "Did I get you in trouble?"

He looked down and shook his head slightly. He opened his mouth to say something, but when he looked back up into her eyes he changed his mind. "Yeah. I got in a lot of trouble." His laugh was gentle and reassuring.

"I'm so sorry!" She touched him on his face. "Are you and Carol still together?"

"I don't even know." Mike shrugged.

Paulie excused himself to the bar, where he refilled his own beer.

"Mike, I never meant..."

"I know." He took her hand from his cheek and held it in his. "I have to ask, why do you do it? Why do you come to this bar, night after night, and sleep with everyone here?"

"I wish you wouldn't say that."

"I'm sorry. I don't want to hurt your feelings, but I have to know."

"Yeah, but..." Emily waved her free hand in circles, trying to conjure the right words. "I don't sleep with anyone. I fuck all of the guys here, and I'm wide awake when I do it."

Mike blinked in confusion.

"When you say it like that it makes it feel like you're trying to hide it. Like you think it's shameful and gross and wrong. And I can't take that. Not in here.

"You might not believe this, but a lot of people are mean to the girl who likes to take her clothes off and fuck everyone."

"You're right," Mike replied, "I don't believe it."

Emily slapped his chest, her other hand still in his. "But it's not like that in here. You guys accept me for who I am. You treat me like I'm a person with feelings.

"I wasn't looking for anything when I walked in here the first night, but I found a home. It's like..."

Mike waited for her to find the words.

"It's like this place is full of people who haven't had much kindness in their lives. They know how it feels to be unwelcome out there and they know what it means to be welcome in here.

"And the only thing I can do is to try to bring whatever kindness I have and share it with all of you."

Mike nodded thoughtfully. "Yeah, but do you have to fuck every guy in here to do that?"

Emily shook her head. "I don't have to, but I do. It's just who I am."

When Mike kissed her, the whole world disappeared except for the two of them. Emily was sure she would float to the ceiling without Mike's firm hand holding the back of her neck.

Emily hadn't been kissed by a man in over a year. She had been in relationships before, when she was a different person, and they had left her thinking she could do without. She didn't know if the deep tender ache she felt came from the fact that Mike was a different man, or the fact that she was a different woman.

When Mike let go she leaned ever so slightly forward after him, not wanting it to end.

Then he kissed her again. And again.

She pressed him hard to her body. He crushed her to him, his firm grip on her head, her neck, her shoulders, her back, her ass.

She pulled at his shirt and heard a series of sharp pops and the tinkle of buttons hitting the tile floor. She ripped at the knot on her own top and cast it desperately off. She couldn't bear to have anything between her skin and his.

She didn't know how he got inside of her, but she gasped in his ear and clutched him when he did. They somehow found a barstool without ever taking their eyes off one another.

There were a thousand more kisses as she rode him, on his lips and hers, on his neck, on her breasts.

When he came she pulled him close and pushed her hips down. She wanted all of him inside all of her.

They sat for a long time, feeling each other's breath. Feeling each other's hearts beating. Feeling the warmth of each other's bodies. Feeling the life inside of each other.

"I've never done that before," she said quietly, her head on his shoulder.

"What are you talking about? You have more sex than everyone else I know put together."

"Yeah, but..." She searched for the right words. She wasn't sure those words existed. "I've never done that before."

"Mike," Emily finally said in a low voice. "I want you to come by the club sometime."

"The strip club?" Mike scratched the back of his neck. "That's not really my kind of place."

"I know, but I want you to come see me." Emily bit her lip, not sure whether she trusted herself. "...and there's somebody I want you to meet."