Sexy Suzi 3

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Foreword:

Dear readers,

thank you for purchasing my book.

Sexy Suzi, is an erotic short novel.

But now for my actual person. My name is Aiden Kelly. I was born in 1982 in Dublin, Ireland. Since my childhood I have written stories of all kinds. The older I got, the stronger my desire to write erotic stories. And that's what I do now.

I don't adhere to any set conventions. No rigid ideas or general views. Sometimes I write from a woman's point of view, sometimes from a man's. Because my stories are made for both sexes.

I hope to make my readers happy with my "works". And inspire them to erotic acts. The following story is partly made up. But a large part is based on my own life.

Your Aiden

Sexy Suzi 3

I woke up on Saturday horny and ready for the next part of my adventure. In the back of my mind I still had nagging doubts about being introduced to Kathy's anonymous boyfriend, but knowing that I would place him between Steve and Ron, I could focus on how much fun I would have with them. I also rationalized that Kathy wouldn't set me up with another guy if she didn't think he'd enjoy it, so maybe even the stranger would enjoy it. While Kathy prepared breakfast, I showered and shaved, put on my makeup and wig, and completed my transformation with my standard outfit, a tiny miniskirt and sky-high heels. When I looked in the mirror, I couldn't help but smile at my appearance. "Not bad," I said to myself. "It's pretty obvious I'm a whore, but Steve already knows that, so why be shy?

When I went into the kitchen, Kathy confirmed my assessment. "Wow," she smiled, "you look great! One look at you is guaranteed to make Steve hard!" "That's the plan," I smiled. "And why is that?" she asked. "Because I'm a cunt and I really want his cock," I replied confidently.

"Excellent!", she raved. "You learn so fast!" I licked my lips and smiled back. "Well, I have a good teacher." Kathy laughed and replied, "Well, I really enjoy my work, so she makes it easy for me. Now eat your breakfast, darling. You're gonna need your strength today."

I had just finished my eggs and toast when the phone rang. Kathy started answering it, then stopped and said, "It must be for you. Go ahead and answer it." When I said hello, I heard Steve's voice saying, "Sounds like my favorite cocksucker! "I hope so," I answered and my heart was fluttering. "Are you ready to show me how much?" "Oh, yes," I moaned.

"Great! Come on over, then." "Come over?" I gasped. "I thought you were coming over." "I'm not dressed," he said nonchalantly, "and I don't know why I bother doing it just to get undressed again. It's easier if you just come here." "But, but..." I stammered, "I, I can't walk around the neighborhood like this! The other neighbors might see me!"

"Fuck the other neighbors," he said. "If you want my dick, get your ass over here right now. That reminds me, you promised to do everything I say, so even if you don't want my dick, get your ass over here right now." "I, I want your dick," I swallowed. "I want it!" "Then I'll see you in two minutes?" "Do I have to?" I begged. "Are you a cock-sucking whore or not?" he growled. "Am I," I wailed. "Then do it. Get your ass over here and suck my dick. The front door is unlocked."

I was shocked when I hung up the phone. I looked at Kathy. "He, he wants me to come over and do it with him." She was smiling. "So do it." She took my hand and led me to the front door. "You can do it," she encouraged. "Even if the neighbours see you, they won't recognise you if you go over there like you're proud of who you are."

She opened the door, and the next thing I knew, I was standing outside. "Oh, God," I asked myself, "why did I have to choose to dress like a whore? I looked around and saw with relief that the streets were empty. I rushed to Steve's house on the sidewalk as fast as I could in my 5-inch heels, praying that the streets would remain deserted. When I got to the door, my heart was pounding, but I managed to get in without bumping into any of the neighbors. A note in the door told me that Steve was waiting in bed, so I made my way to his bedroom. There I found him lying on the duvet, naked and stroking his already hard cock. "Hello," I dared to say. "I made it."

"I can see that," he smiled. "Turn around for me. Show me what you got." I turned around slowly so he could admire my legs and body from all angles. "Beautiful," he praised when I faced him again. "You look better every time I see you." "Thanks," I managed to say. "You stare at my cock," he emphasized. I nodded and licked my lips confidently. "That's not very polite," he joked.

"I know," I said softly. "I'm sorry," he said. It's just........" "Only what?", he asked, as I didn't finish the sentence. I swallowed hard, and fearing that Kathy might ask him if I had followed her instructions, I replied, "It's just that I'm such a horny cunt and I want so much to suck your cock!

"Well, in that case I can probably forgive you. Why don't you come here and do what you came here to do?" "With pleasure," I smiled and climbed on the bed. I curled up with my head on his belly beside him and took his cock in my hands. My excitement doubled immediately and I moaned softly. I brought him to my lips and kissed the throbbing head gently. Once again I felt my body react and my level of arousal rose even higher. "Oh, God," I whimpered, "I want it so much!" I could not bear to wait one second longer; I pulled him into my mouth and began to suck.

"Oh, yes," I heard Steve moan at the sound of my own whimpering slurping, "damn, that feels good." I spent a few minutes enjoying the taste and feel of his cock head filling my mouth before he arched his back slightly and pushed his cock further into my mouth. I picked up the wink and started bobbing up and down, sticking more and more of his tail in my mouth. When he slapped the back of my throat I swallowed and showed my newfound skill. He moaned again and then stroked my hair and face as he said, "God, I love it when you drill me deep into my throat. You're fucking unbelievable!"

I came up to him, gasped for breath and mumbled, "I love it, too. I really love it!" I buried him again in my mouth and stuffed him down my throat until my lips wrapped around the base of his dick. I let my fingers play along his balls and sucked as long as I could until I had to come up for oxygen. After a few quick breaths I kissed his balls and then pushed him back down my throat. I noticed for a moment how much I wanted him and how incredibly excited I was. "I'm even more of a cunt than I thought," I realized.

"I really love that!" Unfortunately, it took me only a few minutes to devour Steve's cock to push it over the tip, and before I knew it, his cock pulsated and filled my mouth with his hot sperm. Although I was a little disappointed that he purred so quickly, I gratefully swallowed every drop and milked it gently as it softened. When he was completely exhausted, I gently kissed his limp cock, turned around and looked him in the face. "Thank you," I whispered to him. "That was so-o-o-o-o delicious. Thank you so much!"

"Anytime," he laughed. "Well, was it worthwhile coming here?" I nodded and he smiled. "Then you won't mind doing it again tomorrow morning?" I swallowed. "Can't you come to my house?" "I can," he shrugged, "but I'd rather you show me how much you want my cock by coming here. You want it enough for that, don't you?"

I took a deep breath and inhaled the taste of his semen, which still covered my tongue and lips. "Yes," I whispered as I nodded. "Good girl," he grinned. "Let me call Kathy and make an appointment so she doesn't ask you out on a date." He reached over, picked up the phone and dialled. A second later he said, "Hi, Kathy, it's Steve." He paused and smiled and said, "She was fantastic! You trained her great." He paused again and then said, "Yes, she did indeed. In fact, she seemed proud to be a cunt." He listened to me for a few seconds, smiling at me.

"Yes, I love having two whores living next door to me... especially now that one of them has agreed to come back and suck me off in the morning. Are you okay with that? Yeah, I thought it was. Great! Thanks." He hung up and smiled at me. "All set. I'll expect you in the morning. Don't wait for my call, just come by when you're ready." I nodded and forced him to smile a little. "Oh, and Suzy?" he said, as I started to crawl out of bed. I stopped and looked at him again. "Don't dress so modestly tomorrow," he grinned.

"Modest?" I gasped as I looked down at my short skirt. He laughed. "If you want to be a whore, you must get used to looking like one.

You should at least wear stockings and a garter belt if you're going to wear such a long skirt." "Is it long?" I laughed. "You gotta be kidding!"

"I'm not," he said seriously. "The skirt is at least five inches below your bottom. With legs like yours, that's about six inches too long. When you come here tomorrow, either wear a shorter skirt or wear a garter belt with it. If you want to be a whore, prove it. Understand?" "Yes", I nervously swallowed.

"Good," he grinned. "Now get your cute little ass home. Doesn't Kathy have any plans for you?" I nodded and got up. "By the way," Steve said as I was moving towards the door, so I stopped and turned to face him. "I don't want you to leave thinking that I didn't enjoy your visit. That was a great blowjob. You're going to be a first class cocksucker and I'm sure you're going to be a really good whore someday. Just keep working on it."

"Thank you," I smiled weakly. "I will." My brain raced as I left Steve's house and walked home. His words of encouragement had made me feel good, but at the same time his demand that I somehow dress more revealingly was disturbing. As I left, I realized that this would mean not only a shopping trip to buy what he wanted me to wear, but also that I would be walking around the neighborhood looking even more like a whore. As that thought occurred, my mind flinched back into my environment... I was so busy with Steve's request that I didn't even think about where I was.

For the first time since I'd left Steve's bedroom, I looked around. When I did, my heart almost stopped: the street that was deserted when I went to Steve's house was now teeming with activity! Three men from the neighborhood were mowing their lawns, and at least two women were working in their flower gardens. Worse, every one of them was staring at me! I snapped out of my trance, picked up speed again and rushed to my front door as fast as my heels allowed. I grabbed the doorknob and was grateful that I could escape their gaze, but my torture was not over - the door was locked! Helplessly, I kept ringing the doorbell and praying that Kathy would open the door quickly. Of course she took her time and left me standing there for at least 30 seconds (which felt like 30 minutes) before she finally opened the door and let me in.

She giggled wildly when she asked, "And how was it? Did you have a good time?" "I did, until the blow job was over," I told her, "but not after. "What do you mean, you didn't have a good time?" I explained to her Steve's demand and then told her how uncomfortable I felt when I noticed the neighbors were all staring at me as I left and waited by the door. "How am I going to explain this to them?" I asked.

"Very simply", she giggled a little more. "I'll just tell everyone that my sister-in-law is visiting and spending a lot of time at Steve's. I'll also mention that I think she's a slut." "Do you think that will work?" I asked.

She shrugged. "If it doesn't work, I'll just tell them that my husband has finally admitted he's a cunt and is addicted to sucking Steve's cock. I don't really care what story they believe." She took one look at the clock and went on to the next subject. "You've got about two hours before my friend shows up. If you want to eat and clean up first, you better hurry."

After her threat, I didn't have much of an appetite, but I managed to force some food, and then, as she suggested, I went to clean up. Kathy told me to wait in the bedroom until her guest arrived, so I sat down at the make-up mirror, stared at myself and wondered how I could let it get that far. I almost jumped out of my skin when the doorbell rang and signalled the arrival of my next exam. I heard Kathy's voice speaking to him, but I couldn't understand what she was saying. A few minutes later, she showed up with a blindfold. "Showtime," she smiled. "Let's put this on."

She pushed it over my eyes, pulled the blindfold tight so there was a chance I might see something, then took my hand and led me into the living room. When we reached what I thought was the spot right in front of the sofa, she stopped and said, "Well, here it is. I hope you like it."

I felt a pair of hands reaching around me from behind and running up my thighs, starting just above my knees and stopping just below my skirt. I inhaled sharply from this feeling and struggled not to tremble noticeably. "I think you should turn around, Suzy," said Kathy. I turned to the man on the sofa and felt his hands slide to the back of my legs. They moved up and went along my legs to my bottom. He moaned softly as I lost my fight so as not to tremble. "Well," Kathy asked, "would you like Suzy to give you a blow job?" He must have nodded, because a moment later Kathy firmly said: "OK, Suzy, why don't you get down on your knees and show him what you can do?

I was actually grateful that I fell to the ground, because that meant he had to stop playing with my bottom. When I kneeled down, I reached out my hand to calm myself down and my hands found his bare thighs. I flinched them back and Kathy laughed. "Oh, Suzy, did I forget to mention that he's already naked? I was afraid you'd have trouble getting at his cock with the blindfold on." I knelt there for a few seconds without moving, trying to control my pounding heart before taking a deep breath and reaching out my hands again. I found his thighs and slid my hands along them towards his hips. I determined my position and crawled forward a little, moving between his knees. "That's it," Kathy encouraged. "Now tell him why you are in this position and what you want to do."

It took me a second to understand what she wanted, but then I realised what she meant. "I'm a cunt," I said hoarsely, "and I want to suck your cock." "Oh, he liked that!" Kathy gushed and clapped her hands. "I think he wants you to show him how good you are now."

My hands slipped a little further forward and moved into his crotch. I almost jumped again when they came in contact with his hard cock, but the sound of his breathing, which became audible, gave me a little more confidence. I stroked his cock and balls a little and forced a smile. "That feels really nice," I told him. I bent over and kissed his shaft gently. "That tastes good too," I whispered to him. Without thinking, I began to run my tongue up and down his shaft. He moaned softly and I answered by taking it in my mouth. At this point my lust took over and I stopped worrying about who he was.

His cock was in my mouth and it felt so good that I could not resist. "God, I'm such a whore," I whimpered to myself as I swallowed inches more of his flesh. "I can't believe I'm doing this," I thought. "I'm giving a guy a blowjob and I don't even know who he is or what he looks like! All I know is that he's got a great cock!" I sucked a little harder as I thought about Kathy's remarks: if I was good enough, he'd let me see his face.

At the time, that had only mattered because I didn't want to go through life wondering if every guy I saw was the one I had sucked. That was still important, but now I had an added incentive: I enjoyed his cock far too much to make it disappear. I had made up my mind: If he didn't enjoy the blowjob, it wasn't because I hadn't done my best. In less than ten minutes I had him fidgeting and gasping for air. I knew that I could finish him within seconds, but I decided not to do it. Instead, I pulled myself back, took him from my throat and kissed and licked his shaft and balls until his breathing subsided. Only then did I pull him back into my mouth and began to suck seriously again.

A few minutes later I felt him tense up again and again I pulled him back away from the edge. As he started to calm down a little I kissed his cock one last time, then looked up at the spot where I knew his face had to be and whispered, "This time I want you to cum for me. I pulled him back into my lips and sucked gently while stroking his cock with my hands. I heard him gasp, "Oh, Jesus!" just as he reached for my head.

A second later his cock twitched and I felt his charge flow onto my tongue. Triumphantly, I swallowed his thick, sweet semen spurt by spurt until his spent cock in my mouth became soft. I pulled him out, licked him clean, kissed him and then leaned back, smiled and held on to the soft cock. "I hope that was OK," I purred.

"WAS THAT OK? It was fucking unbelievable," he sighed. I listened to him carefully and tried to recognise his voice. Did I know him? "Suzy's gonna be a really good cocksucker, isn't she?" I heard Kathy ask. "Oh, yes," he aged and sighed again. "Do you want to fuck her in the mouth again tomorrow?" she asked. "Hell, yes," he laughed. "Then is it okay if I take the blindfold off now?"

"Only if she promises to let me fuck her again tomorrow." "She doesn't have to," said Kathy. "If I tell her to blow you again, she will." "That's great," he said, "but I want to hear her say it. I want her to say that she wants me to fuck her in the mouth again. I want her to say it now, and I want her to say it again after you take the blindfold off." "Suzy?" asked Kathy. "Is that okay with you?"

I nodded and looked up again, still trying to place his voice. "I want you to fuck my mouth again," I said. "I want to suck your cock again and I want you to fill my mouth with another load of your delicious sperm. As the words tumbled out of my mouth, I realized that I wasn't just following his script - I want to fuck him again. "Do it," he said to Kathy, and I felt her fingers starting to loosen the blindfold.

When she took it off, the brightness of the light in the room temporarily blinded me. I blinked and tried to get used to the change until my vision began to clear. When that happened my excitement quickly disappeared, replaced by fear and humiliation. "Joe?" I gasped and struggled with a sudden feeling of nausea. I looked at Kathy. "You, you let me blow my boss? Oh, God, how could you do this to me?"

She laughed. "A minute ago you loved it, and you were obviously looking forward to blowing him again. Why are you upset now? You should be thanking me." "Thank you!" I was wheezing. I looked at Joe desperately. "I, I don't know what to say!" I stuttered. "I mean, it's not what it looks like."

He laughed. "Yes, I think it is. Kathy told me all about you. I heard about how you serve your friends and how you accepted the fact that you're a whore. I felt you suck my cock, and I know you meant it when you said you wanted me to fuck your mouth again. So, yeah, I think this is exactly what it looks like. And what you were supposed to say? You should do what you promised: look me in the eye and tell me that you want me to come back here tomorrow and fuck your mouth again.

I was staring into his eyes. "You mean it, don't you? You really expect me to say that!" "Of course I do," he grinned. "Now do it... unless you don't care if you want to keep your job." "I know you don't mean that," I grinned. "I would sue you for sexual harassment!"

He laughed. "Yes, exactly. I imagine you're filing a complaint now: He came to my house, where I dressed like a whore, sucked his cock and told him how much I loved it. Then he fired me when I refused to do it anymore. If you want that on the public record, go ahead. Hell, I bet the national media would love it!"

His analysis hit me like a punch in the stomach. Obviously, he was right - there was no way to make such a claim. I looked at Kathy desperately, she twitched. "Hey, you blew him once before. Do you think if you do it again, it'll make things worse? I'd say breaking your promise would be worse than blowing him again in the long run. ” My eyes moved back and forth between them, hoping that one of them would give way. When neither of them yielded, I could see that there was only one way to end this.

I looked up at Joe and muttered, "I want you to come back tomorrow and fuck me in the mouth again. I want to suck your dick again." His grin doubled. "Goddamn, that sounds great. I'm really gonna enjoy having you on staff from now on." "What? What does that mean?" "It means I made a deal with Joe," said Kathy. "You don't seriously think your performance will stop tomorrow, do you?"

"What deal?" I asked in horror. "Well, for starters, he's agreed to give you all next week as a bonus holiday." "A holiday bonus?" "Yeah, well, you've already used up all your holiday time for the year, but Joe has agreed to give you another week to practise being Suzy. Isn't that wonderful?" I nodded insensitively. "And guess what else?" Kathy gushed out. "Joe promised to come over as often as he could during the week just to help you practise!"

"You mean, just to give you a blow job," I said. "Well, that's practice," she grinned. "Oh, God," I choked. Kathy suddenly became quieter and took my face in her hands. "Listen to me, darling," she said. "Everything is going to be all right, I promise you. You're gonna spend a whole week as Suzy. Doesn't that sound wonderful? Just think of all the fun we can have! Think how wonderful it'll be!"

I could hardly breathe. "Kathy, please," I begged. "If you care about me at all, don't make me do this." She kissed me gently on the lips. "I'm only doing this because I care about you," she said. "I love you and I want you to be happy. I see how much you like this new lifestyle, even if you won't admit it. I think being Suzy for a week is exactly what you need to understand who and what you are.

"What does it mean? Who and what I am? Who and what do you think I am?" "You're Suzy, and you're a cunt," she smiled. "You're a horny cunt who loves to suck cock, and I'm going to help you accept and embrace that. I've never seen you as happy as you are when you wear a miniskirt and have a cock in your mouth. Maybe you don't realize it yet, or maybe you do and don't want to admit it, but I think you will realize it at the end of the week".

"Me, I'm really going to spend the next week dressed like this?" I asked. "Do you really expect me to spend the whole week sucking dick like a cheap whore?" "Yes," she smiled and kissed me again, "you do and I do. And I bet by the end of the week you'll thank me for letting you do it." She turned to Joe and added, "And we'll both thank you." He had a wicked smile. "I know exactly how you can do it."

"Me too," she smiled back at him. "Would you like a blowjob before you go?" "I'd love to," he smiled when he got up, "but I can't. My wife thinks I'm at the shop, so I have to pick up a few things and go home before she gets suspicious. I'll wait until tomorrow." She stood up and kissed him passionately. "It's okay," she purred. "I'll see you later." When he was gone, Kathy sat down next to me. "I know you're angry with me," she said sympathetically, "but I really think this is the best thing for you. Things will turn out for the best, you'll see."

"You just made me go down on the guy who owns the store where I work. "You just promised I'd blow him all week, all he wants. You think he'll let me stop after this? How's all this gonna work?"

"It'll work because deep down you know you want to do it. I always knew there was something wrong in our relationship - you never seemed happy when we fucked. Now I understand why. When I say you're a cunt, I'm not just trying to humiliate you. I'll tell you what I see. You're a cunt; you just happened to be born without the right equipment."

"No," I argued. "You're wrong." "I don't think I am," she insisted. "But I'll make you a deal. Do as I ask. Spend the next week as Suzy and do as I ask. Take a chance. Be a bitch. Suck that cock. If you don't have fun, I promise I'll burn all your women's clothes and never suggest it again. I'll make sure Joe doesn't either. But if I do, you'll never again... ...and I mean never... ...a pair of panties or a skirt or high heels.

"Are you serious?" I asked. "Will you really let me stop then?" "I will," she promised. "But there's another side to this." "What's that?"

She smiled at me. "If I'm right, you won't want to stop being Suzy forever. "If I'm right, you'll want to enjoy being a cunt more and I'm willing to help you with that. So here's the deal: After you're Suzy from now until the end of next weekend, you'll make a decision. Either you never put on women's clothes again, or you agree to be Suzy every weekend, and I'll help you explore the whore side of your personality.

"It'll be my choice"? "Completely. But there's no in-between. Either no more skirts or you're a slut every weekend." "Only on weekends?" I asked, trying to confirm her terms. "Well, I wouldn't say just weekends," she giggled. "But weekends are the only time I insist. If you want to dress up every day, I won't stop you." "That's not what I meant," I blushed, "but, OK, deal, as long as I get to make the decision."

"You will, but remember, you don't start making decisions until after next weekend. Until then, you do as I tell you, just as you've done." "All right," I agreed. "That's a deal." "Perfect," she nodded. "First thing we have to do is go shopping. If you want to be a woman for the next week, you need more clothes. Can we get started?" "I should probably brush my teeth first," I suggested.

"Are you afraid someone might smell the sperm on your breath?" she teased. I nodded and she shrugged. "Well, go ahead if you feel you have to, but I suspect you won't mind until next weekend."

I couldn't imagine she was right about that, but I knew better than to argue about it, especially when she allowed me to do it my way for now. As I brushed my teeth, gargled and then refreshed my lipstick, the effects of who I had just blown and who I had just agreed to continue. All I could do was pray that Kathy could control Joe the way she seemed to think she could, so that when my week was over he wouldn't expect me to keep blowing him. And as for the rest of the week?

Well, I decided that maybe it wouldn't

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