Suzy Unleashed Chapter 8 - Sex Stories

Suzy Unleashed Chapter 8

... worse than a crossdressing, cocksucking slut who does it for free? As far as I’m concerned, there are only two people in the world whose opinions matter when it comes to what you and I do. If you’re happy and I’m happy, who cares what anyone else thinks of us?” “And you’d be happy if I became a whore?” I asked disbelievingly. “You are a whore,” she corrected me, “and, yes, I’m happy about it. I’m very happy about it. I love you as a whore. I love you way more as a whore than I did when you were a useless man-wanabe.” Once again, she gently stroked my face and kissed me softly. “Please say you’ll accept what you are, darling. Be proud of who you are, so I can be proud of you, too. I’ve never, ever been proud of my husband—not until he became the hottest, horniest slut in town. Now I’m so, so proud that I can’t imagine going back to the way it was. I want it to get even better. Don’t you?” I nodded. “You, you really mean that?” “I do,” she confirmed. “There’s nothing I want more.” I took a deep breath and looked down at the $20 in my hand. I closed my eyes, took another deep breath, then opened them and looked at Kathy. “Then I guess I am what I am.” “What does that mean?” she asked, a smile starting to form on her lips. “It means I’m a whore,” I whispered. “I, I have to accept it. I’m a whore.” Kathy threw her arms around me and hugged me. “Oh, darling, that’s wonderful!” she gushed. “I love you so much for being brave enough to admit it!” With the “lesson” out of the way, ...

... Kathy suggested we get something to eat that was a little more solid than what I had swallowed so far. In line with my need to lose a few pounds, we decided on salad with lo-cal dressing. “I guess being a woman isn’t all fun and games,” I joked as I tried to satisfy my appetite with the semi-tasteless greens. Kathy laughed and commiserated with me, and soon we were chatting about the non-sexual aspects of my new gender. That continued until the phone rang and Kathy answered. She talked for a couple minutes then smiled and handed me the phone. “Joe wants to talk to you,” she explained. I took the phone uncertainly and, after the obligatory hellos, Joe said, “I’ve really enjoyed your visits the last couple days.” “I’m glad,” I replied. “Are you planning on coming back tomorrow?” “If, if you want me to.” “Oh, I definitely want you to,” he said. “In fact, I’m thinking I may want you to come in every day from now on. Would you like that?” “Every day?” I gulped as my heart nearly stopped. “What, what do you mean?” “I mean, I need a new secretary and I think you’d be perfect for the job. Are you interested” “S-s-sure,” I stammered. “Great!” he crowed. “Why don’t you come in at 8:30 tomorrow and I’ll have Becky start your orientation. She can help break you in the rest of the week and if things work out like I think they will, you can start officially on Monday.” “O-ok,” I agreed. “Excellent!” he said. “See you then, sexy.” I hung up the phone and turned to Kathy. “He, he offered me the ...