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“Let’s begin” says Chet as he holds you by the hair, rubbing his cock with your cheek. “Be a good girl and open up”. You struggle a bit, fighting with yourself. Trying and failing to contain your female self, Doe as she submits to Chet, pushing John to the back of your mind into a spectator seat. Your mind clouded by arousal your mouth opens at his command, only to be immediately filled with cock as Chet thrusts forward.

“That’s it Doe” he says, grunting as he uses your hair to push you further down. “Look at me” he demands, your eyes moving up and meeting his as he fills your mouth. His other hand coming into view, holding a pack of condoms. “I know you still harbour some hope, some delusion of returning to your male form. Frankly, I don’t know why you’d want to, you’re perfect like this. Much happier too I bet.” He smirks, moving your head up and down over his cock, his eyes holding yours.

“I’m not one for ****, so this is what we’ll do. You please me, obey me perfectly, and I’ll wear a condom when I fuck you. I’ll hold off on breeding you until you beg me. And you will beg me.” He pulls you off his cock, a long strand of saliva connecting your lips with it as you gasp. He releases your hair, grabbing his cock and slapping your face with it a few times. “What, no thank you’s for my generosity?” You can’t believe it, what is he playing at? Hope blossoms inside of you. Maybe this doesn’t have to be the end. Maybe you won’t end up his **** after all. And yet… some part of you, Doe’s part of you is… disappointed?

“T...thank you” you stammer out. “Thank you sir” he corrects you, slapping your face with his saliva covered cock again. “Thank you… sir” you say, gulping. Chet leans back, grinning. “That’s more like it. Now get going, it’s not going to suck itself.”

You take a deep breath, steeling yourself. This isn’t like it was before, Chet’s promise, the hope that you could become your male self again has given the John part of you more strength. Ironically, this makes it harder for you to do the task before you. Without Doe’s overwhelming lust and submissiveness, the cock dangling in front of you seems a lot less appetizing and a lot more daunting.

You close your eyes, opening your mouth and move closer, inhaling his musk. “No Doe keep those eyes open.” Chet commands, giving your face another smack with his dick. You obey, your eyes opening almost automatically as he gives the command. So much for your masculine self asserting himself.

Your lips reach his cock, opening to let it in. "Don’t worry, I’ll help you” he says as he thrusts forward, making you gag as it hits your throat. You cough as he sits back in his chair. Taking another breath you move forward again, letting it slip into your mouth. Your tongue licking off a drop of pre-cum, you catch yourself not hating the taste.

You begin bobbing your head up and down slowly, awkwardly at first but soon settling into a rhythm. Chet moans, putting his hand back on your head. Not forcefully this time, content to stick with your pace, but almost tenderly. “Mnghh… that’s it… take it deeper… good girl Doe. You’re well on your way to earning that useless piece of meat between your legs back.” Chet grunts as you suck his cock, still gagging when it hits your throat but determined. You let it fall out of your mouth, catching it with your cheek. Looking up at him with his cock resting on your face as you suck his balls, getting caught up in the moment as you worship at his manhood before sucking on the head, tasting his precum.

Your efforts prove too much for Chet as he grabs your head again and grunts as he cums. “Fuckkkkkk” He moans, filling your mouth with his seed, holding you steady. “Swallow it you little slut” You have **** but to swallow as he holds you down, the taste filling your mouth. He finally lets go, slumping in his chair. “There you go, that wasn’t so hard, was it?” His condescending smirk driving your situation home. Kneeling in front of him, drops of cum dripping from your lips onto your tits. The salty taste sticks in your mouth, no matter how much you swallow and you worry you'll never get it out. While gross, tasting his cum, knowing you made him orgasm is turning you on, you catch yourself rubbing your legs together as your pussy drips, almost hoping, no, needing him to fuck you.

“You… you promised you’d use a condom if… if I did a good job…” you say slowly. Chet grins.