Chapter 46 – Mal loves pussy

Sitting in my chair I can’t help but just stare at the computer screen. I’ve gotten the office going, I have Mal’s cuppa sitting on his desk, I have my own cup of coffee at the ready, but I can’t seem to focus on work. All I can do is think about this past weekend with Trixie and the wild ride it was. Trixie tossing my salad was a complete mind blower. I knew stuff like that happened, but I’ve never done it myself nor had it done to me. Until this weekend. And what a sheltered life I’ve been living without it.

Playing with my new fake pussy was useless in increasing or taking care of my arousal. It did nothing, leaving me with only secondary pleasures. But Trixie got real close to making me cum just from that lone act. I was moaning and squirming and whimpering and begging underneath her ministrations. She told me the next morning that she didn’t plan on introducing the dildo, hoping that she’d be able to get me off with just her tongue, but she knew it might be difficult, so she had her little anal toy at the ready. Luckily, she had me so out of my mind crazy with lust that I didn’t even baulk when she touched the tip of the plastic toy to my then thoroughly licked and moistened pucker.

I wouldn’t say it exactly slid in easily, but it didn’t take Trixie much work to get it into me. What I thought must be some gigantic, bigger than life, realistically shaped and textured dildo, turned out to be a small, thin, narrow, plastic dildo with a slight ribbing t it. It was almost comically tiny. At the time that it was sliding into me though, it felt massive. Even in my lust hazed state, I could tell this was new territory for Trixie, but what she lacked in skill she more than made up for in enthusiasm and of course the preparation she’d performed with her tongue. It only took a few of her slow deliberate strokes to get the toy lubricated with her spit and therefore sliding in and out of me more easily. That’s when it truly began to feel good. It was filling, a feeling I hadn’t ever associated with pleasure before, but there was also a distinct point of pleasure inside of me that the dildo rubbed up against.

The mental prep of Trixie telling me I’m beautiful and sexy and feminine, the physical prep of feeding me fruit and eventually a realistically shaped dildo, the pleasurable prep of licking me to near orgasm, all got me ready for this last act of ecstasy. Of cumming while getting penetrated.

After that Trixie let me cool down for a few moments before pulling me off the hip raising pillow and cuddling up with me. I don’t remember how long we laid in each other’s arms, murmuring our pleasure and kissing, but I fell asleep that way. Waking up Sunday morning was glorious too as I was nestled between Trixie’s breasts with her arms wrapped around me.

After cleaning up, confirming that my cum will come out the same opening my urine does in the fake pussy, leaving me to wash the hard sticky spot away, we didn’t really talk about what she did to me, and for good reason. For the first time since I’ve been girlified, I got to have an orgasm when my partner didn’t. While that might be fun with Grace, leaving Trixie horny isn’t exactly my best option. She was eager to get ready and take us out for a late brunch, but while we were enjoying our poached eggs and mimosas, she was busy looking over the crowd, searching for two men. Not any men in particular, just two men that she could invite over for us to use. When she leaned in and asked about the two bodybuilding looking guys, asking if I’d like to go down on the brunette while she takes the blonde one into her bedroom for a good fucking, I nearly sprayed her with orange juice and sparkling wine.

I was thankfully able to get her to NOT go over and entice them back to her apartment and instead dragged her back myself, where I spent the next few hours returning her orgasmic favor from the previous night. When I finally left late that afternoon, I made a big mental note to not go out with Trixie and leave her unsatisfied as otherwise she might get us some cock to share.

And now this morning, I can’t seem to move past this weekend. Trixie got me to orgasm with my new pussy. By fucking my ass with a tiny cute pink ribbed dildo. I’d thought that by far, hands down, the most feminizing thing I’d do was jacking off Mal with my small manicured hand. But it turns out that having my girlfriend get me to scream out in ecstasy with her toy dildo up my butt… that’s more mentally feminizing. And where I want to avoid the situation repeating with Mal, I’m not so sure I don’t want to experience that type of orgasm with Trixie again, no matter how girly and feminine it made me feel.

I’m finally pulled out of my mental whirlpool with a thought that I never imagined I’d consciously think… ‘Thank God, Mal is finally coming into the office!’ Getting up from my seat I follow Mal into his office actually wanting his attention as a distraction. I probably should have thought of that old proverb; beware what you wish for as the devil just may grant it.

Mal sits back in his seat, takes a sip of his cuppa, then pats his lap as he looks off absentmindedly. With a sigh, I pick up my steno pad and a fresh pen and take a seat, ready to take whatever notes he dictates. Mal takes his time getting comfortable, his hands finding their familiar places on my hip and my inner thigh before he starts to lay out a letter.

“To Mr. Benningfield. From me. Sir, I wanted to send this letter to again profess my sincerest apology. It was neither my intent nor my desire for our private party in your lovely home to break down into such a gauche and uncivilized manner. While it is no excuse in itself, I must admit that I was unaware that our guests were adult film stars. While indeed there was no anti-nudity or anti-sexual congress wording in our rental contract, I do realize that your security cameras of the common areas of your home would record such activities. Had I been aware of their actions at the ttime, I would have had these guests cease and desist or at least take them into an area where they could expect privacy instead of having sex on your stovetop, on your dining room table, in your pool, in your spa, in your garage on your Ferrari, and on every piece of furniture in your immaculately designed authentic French provincial living room. As I stated to you and reiterated to the police, I am more than willing to compensate you for not only any cleaning and restoration services but compensate you for the time you’ve had to devote to this terrible incident. Yours sincerely, blah blah blah.”

I continue to sit in Mal’s lap, pen to paper, trying my very best not to look at him. Having to hear how his weekend went with his wife in this way is beyond personal and embarrassing. I can also tell by the light poking in my hip, that Mal is turned on by recalling the weekend. And I can certainly understand why. Sex on a Ferrari!?

Mal’s fingers strum their way further up my leg to my stocking tops where he starts playing with my garter strap. While I wonder why I didn’t wear a tighter skirt that wouldn’t allow him such easy access, he says almost to himself, “I swear, she’s trying to get me upset. She purposefully invited her most raunchy friends. While I can’t prove it, I’d wager a month’s salary that she told them to fuck anywhere and everywhere they could. She knew damned well that was a historic home we were staying in and if she didn’t know, she should have known that they’d have security cameras in all the public areas. And what’s her excuse for withholding sex this time? I evidently spoke ill of her mother.”

Mal closes his eyes and shakes his head even as his hand moves further up my skirt, heading dangerously close to my panties. In as frustrated a tone as I’ve heard come from Mal’s mouth he says, “And I probably did talk ill of the cold bitch. I think Veronica hates her more than I do, but she’ll now use that as an excuse to withhold sex from me. She must be…”

At that point I stiffen up in his lap as I feel Mal’s fingers move from my thigh to the front of my panties. I can’t tell exactly where his finger is touching, but I have a fairly good idea with the way his eyes open wider, and he turns to stare at me questioningly. He finally says in a hesitant tone, “Paris? What is this?”

I close my eyes and tilt my head down in defeat. I was afraid that Mal would eventually find out about the prosthetic, but I was hoping it would be a couple weeks down the road. Or at least a few days. Not within the first hour of the first day of us being together after I had it applied. With a deep sigh, I explain exactly what happened. I go over the mix-up of the surgeries, Suzy’s recommendation of me trying something to help with a fictional problem I had with tucking, and the reality of the prosthetic I’d had put on.

When Mal doesn’t respond I slowly open my eyes and look at him. I see exactly what I feared I’d see. Mal aroused and staring at me. I can feel his arm moving in between my legs and have to assume he’s fingering ‘my pussy’. With a shrug, hoping that it will make a difference, I say quietly, “I swear, I can’t feel it at all. It doesn’t feel good or bad or anything. It’s numb down there. It’s just a visual thing.”

Mal stands up, but instead of directing me to my feet, he adjusts his arms so that he lifts me up and carries me over to the couch. When he turns and sits down, he places me back on my heels, standing right in front of him. Leaning back with his arms out to either side he has an incredibly lecherous grin on his face as he says, “Then show me!”

I slowly shake my head side to side as I struggle to find the words. I finally settle on the most basic and simple method. “No.”

Mal’s grin doesn’t change in the least as he leans forward and places his hands casually on my knees. With me standing between his spread legs it’s an incredibly possessive action on his part. And while his grin didn’t change, his voice lowered noticeably, returning to its more intense natural state. “And why not? You claim to not want this, so you didn’t get it for yourself. And since your choices were either you got it for yourself or you got it for me, I don’t see why you wouldn’t want to show it to me. Explain that to me.”

I suddenly don’t know what to do with my hands as Mal starts rubbing his up and down my legs, lifting my skirt more and more on each pass. I eventually choose to clasp my hands in front of me as I try to talk my way out of this humiliation, “Look, it wasn’t either of those. It was a mistake. Suzy said I should get, YEOWW!!!!”

Like a strike of lightning Mal’s right hand leaves my leg just briefly enough to give my ass a spank before returning to rubbing my leg. I’m not sure what’s more creepy, the fact that he believes that’s anywhere near appropriate behavior or the fact that his expression doesn’t change in the least. “No lies Paris. You’re too smart for this kind of ‘mistake’. You chose this, so did you choose it for yourself, or did you choose it for me?”

Looking down at Mal I try to figure out what answer is going to get me out of this situation the easiest. Unfortunately, with Mal feeling and acting like this there isn’t really any question to which answer he wants to hear, and that’s the only answer that’s going to work right now. He’s not seeking information, he’s just wanting me to confirm what he already believes. And if I don’t give him that answer? Well, I don’t want to think about that.

I swallow hard, feeling an actual click in my throat as if swallowing my pride is something physical, and put the best smile on that I can. When I feel that I can at least approximate an ‘honest’ look and not be dripping sarcasm, I look back at Mal and say in a sweet voice, “I’m sorry Mal, it’s just embarrassing for me. I… I did this for you. So that I’d be more girl for you.”

For just a moment I clench up, ready to take another spank as I see doubt cross over Mal’s eyes and feel his hands grip my legs a little tighter. But that passes soon enough, and he relaxes back into a smile. “Good. You don’t have to be embarrassed around me Paris. I know you better than you know yourself. Now go ahead and show me. In fact, show OFF to me!”

Mal leans back into the couch, once again spreading his arms wide on the back in a completely relaxed, completely in charge pose. Inside, I let out a ferocious scream, frustrated that by trying at least once to stand up for myself, I seem to have just dug myself deeper into Mal’s fantasy world. Having to not just show him my new pussy but show off like I’m enjoying it and admitting that I ‘did it for him’.

Remembering back to the best strip clubs I’ve attended, I imagine some of that bass heavy music and start to sway to it. Slowly I spin around until I’m not facing Mal then bend forward. I have to move slowly as my center of balance is so off with these breasts and heels trying to push me over forward and only my big fake ass trying to balance that out backwards. When I’m bent almost in half, peeking at Mal around my own legs, I run my hands up my stockings until they slide up under my skirt where I can grip my panties.

I have a sudden memory of Trixie telling me that I should wear my panties on the outside of my garters. When I asked why, her answer made all the sense in the world. “Because it’s easier to slide them down to use the bathroom.” Of course, it wouldn’t be Trixie without an additional reason after I agreed to it. “Plus, you can take your panties off for sex without removing your garters!” Now, here I am basically doing that very same thing, though hopefully without the actual sex act.

Slipping my panties down so that they spill at my ankles is a sure-fire tease and I can see Mal stiffening, both in his posture and in his pants. With a little shake to my ass, I reach forward and grip the table to give me some extra support to rise back to standing, but just as I get the table in hand, I feel Mal take control. Looking back, he’s leaned forward again, this time with one hand on my hip and the other flipping my skirt up over my ass, exposing myself fully to him, ass, pussy, and everything.

I can’t stop the whimpering moan that spills past my lips as Mal’s big strong hand grips my bare ass cheek and kneads it like so much bread dough. I know he must be spreading me open, getting a perfect view of my new pussy and my pucker, both starting right back at him.

I steady myself with the table since how Mal is gripping my hip leaves me little chance to stand upright again. Instead, I’m left to continue posing to him, ‘showing off’ to him. I bite my lower lip this time to prevent more guilt inducing sounds from escaping my lips, but I can’t prevent my body from trembling under Mal’s inspection. I can only feel the pressure from him feeling up the fake pussy, but I distinctly feel his thumb repeatedly circling and pressing over my ass hole. And I swear, I think his thumb is thicker than the dildo Trixie used on me the other night.