My Mouth Is Talented

I was rapidly starting to think that it was what I wanted to be. Like a career, a profession, though not one that you could say to your guidance counsellor.

Imagine going into that office and telling them that you decided on your future and it was that you were going to be an eager little slut. What would they say?

You can't make money doing that.

Well I suppose you can, but still it's a time limited profession.

I didn't want to do this for a living but I also never wanted to stop. I was having far too much fun doing precisely what I was good at and what I was good at was exploring this wholly new side of myself, every last little bit of it.

I was losing myself in it, frankly, and I think I liked it.

Don't get me wrong I was well aware that there was a certain madness at play here. I mean just over a day ago I'd been a man and there were still large parts of me that was having trouble reconciling that knowledge with the reality that I was living right now but it was more complex than that.

And yet simpler at the same time.

I couldn't get over how good it felt to be a girl. I couldn't stop thinking about how I was turning heads, how I was drawing attention. I couldn't forget all the compliments and the fact that just over twenty-four hours in this body I'd probably lived more than I had in decades in my old life.

Whatever else might happen and whoever I might be I had to admit that this was something. That there was something here for me, that there was a strangely compelling draw in being a woman, in being this woman.

In feeling... complete.

I push down now, taking more of him. Above me Blake groaned and his whole body tensed as I felt him filling my mouth and pressing at my throat.

"Oh fuck yeah," he grunted, "If I'm going to fuck those tits then you're going to have to get me a whole lot wetter. Make it sloppy, slut. Just like I know you can."

I pulled back and let him fall from my mouth but I didn't close my lips. A loud moan echoed out of me, something guttural and primal as I turned my head to one side and stuck out my tongue, sliding it down one side of his shaft as I slid my head forward and moved all the way down to the base of him.

Down one side and up the other and then bobbing at the head for a few moments before I turned his cock up and slid down the length of him once more. Coating the underside of his shaft with my spit and not stopping there, not stopping until I had his balls in my mouth and my moans became a hum that made him jump and bounce on my tongue.

"Fuck," he tensed, "Oh fuck that's so fucking good."

His hand came up to the back of my head and pulled me into him, burying me in his body. My nose mashed into the base of his cock and I inhaled deeply as I, regretfully, released my breast for a far more important task.

Both hands on his cock now, stroking him fully. Twisting and turning my tight fist around and around the length of him as I spread the slick wetness of my spit all around him and made sure every last inch was coated.

And then one hand slowly teased, squeezing the head of his cock, while the other stroked up and down. I felt him go so tight and tense with that, so close to the edge.

I felt his resolve wane, wavering for a moment as he saw his climax in sight.

Blake wanted to cum.

I was about to make him cum.

And only he could stop me now.

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