Queen of Paradise Ch. 02

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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Earlier, Mark and Maria stayed at the pool as Mike headed up for his transformation. They had finished one bottle of champagne and then another. Mark suggested they take a walk on the boardwalk since Maria had never been. They left the hotel and crossed the street and headed north toward Convention Hall. They strolled past souvenir shops, salt water taffy stores, and beach rental stands.

There was nothing unusual about the shops until they came to a rather odd shaped building named Tommy Tops. Maria question Mark about the establishment and he explained that it was basically a gentleman's club. Mark could see the puzzled look on Maria's and explained that it was a topless bar on the bottom floor and a sex club on the upper floors.

"Oh, can we go in? I've never been in a topless bar." Maria asked excitedly.

"Sorry, the bar doesn't open until 7 pm on weekends," Mark explained. "But, we can come back some night if you like." he offered.

Maria had a devious smile on her face "I'd like that." she replied as she locked her arm inside Mark's and the two continued their stroll down the boardwalk past Convention Hall. The sexual tension was running high at this point as the two very subtly flirted with each other. They were up around 7th Avenue when Mark felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. He raised his arm and saw a text message on his smart watch. All the message said was "10 minutes."

"We should go check on your husband's transformation. I'm dying to see what Miss Stephanie has been able to do," Mark suggested. They turned and headed back.

Miss Stephanie stepped into the doorway between the bathroom and the bedroom suite. Michele heard for over her shoulder "Are you ready?" Michele had been re-applying lipstick and casually turned in the direction of Miss Stephanie's voice. There was something wrong. Terribly wrong! His mind was not registering what his eyes were seeing. In the doorway was a beautiful woman. The long brunette hair he was familiar with, the beautiful lips, the voluptuous breasts that were now exposed through a push-up half bra, beautiful legs now clad in thigh-highs and held in place with a garter belt but it was her pubic area that his brain could not accept what his eyes were seeing.

"But. You are a ... I thought... You are not supposed to have... But, you have a cock." was all Michele could stammer out. It was sinking in now. This beautiful woman had a cock and a fairly sizable one at that.

Miss Stephanie moved toward the stunned panty wearer. She placed her index finger on his lips and whispered: "Shhhhhh, it's ok I am a girl with a cock, its ok." She kissed him gently but passionately on the lips and while doing slowly guided his hand to her cock. Michele hesitates at first but he could feel Miss Stephanie's cock growing in his hand. Add to that, he could feel his own cock start to stir. However, the gaff that Miss Stephanie had slipped into his panties was limiting his arousal.

The kiss became more passionate, Michele was no longer confused but was in a fog as to what was happening. Miss Stephanie broke the kiss and the two stood there looking into each other's eyes. She placed her hands on his shoulders and slowly but firmly brought Michele to his knees. His mouth was now just inches from Miss Stephanie's swelling cock.

Miss Stephanie explained to him: "this is not going to be like the first two tests." "I don't care how quickly you can get me hard or how fast you can deep throat me," she continued. Michele looked up with a confused look on his face. "Oh, you silly girl, in this test I want you to be verbal. Act like a slut. Pretend you are Linda Lovelace auditioning for Deep Throat," she explained. "Do you understand me you whore?" she demanded.

Michele looked up and meekly answered "yes."

Miss Stephanie immediately slapped Michele across the face. "Fail!" she exclaimed with disgust evident in her voice. "The judges are not looking for girls that just mechanically go through the process of cock sucking. They want to see girls that are passionate about the cocks they suck. Shall we try this again bitch!" she demanded.

The slap brought Mike back to reality. He was a twenty-two-year-old married male, dressed in women's lingerie, kneeling in front of a transsexual's semi-hard cock that he was about to suck. In Mike's calculus of cock, he had not cheated on Maria. The blowjob he received earlier was not from a real girl so it didn't. It was just locker room antics. Maria had encouraged the transformation to win a prize so being in lingerie was part of the contest. Giving Miss Stephanie a blowjob was just a continuation of the locker room antics. If he was going to be in this contest, he was in it to win it.

Michele grabbed Miss Stephanie's cock by the base with one hand and ran his tongue over her pee hole. Looking right at her he said, "This fucking cock whore is ready to give you the blowjob of your fucking life!"

Miss Stephanie smiled and said, "That's what I want to hear my sissy whore."

Michele began slowly stroking her shaft and took the head of her cock into his mouth. Michele had to get used to holding her cock with his long painted fingernails, but he did. He began to make circular motions with his tongue around the mushroom head. It felt larger in his mouth than he thought it would. He found that running his tongue up and down on the underside of Miss Stephanie's cock head caused Miss Stephanie to moan a little, he could hear the "Ummmmm" from her.

Mark and Maria arrived at room 1023. Mark used his pass key to open the door and indicated to Maria that they should keep quiet. There was no one in the main areas of the suite but they could hear sounds coming from the bedroom. When Maria peeked her head into the bedroom she saw two people; a girl with a cock leaning back against the footboard of the bed and another girl with her back mostly toward her sucking the girl's cock.

It took Maria a couple of seconds to realize that the woman on her knees was no woman at all. It was her husband and he was sucking transsexual cock! Miss Stephanie had made good on her promise. She had completely transformed her husband into a beautiful woman. He looked so sexy in his bra, stockings, garter belt, and high heels. Wow, even the nails looked real she thought. Miss Stephanie discreetly nodded acknowledging their presence. Immediately her pussy became wet.

Michele was getting into a rhythm. He had decided that he was going to give it his all and really try to act like a cheap cock whore for Miss Stephanie. He pulled the cock out of his mouth and in his best female voice said, "Oh my God Miss Stephanie what a beautiful cock! It is so big, so hard, so smooth. I love it!" He lifted her fully erect cock up and began licking the underside of her swollen cock.

"Are you sure you have never sucked cock before Michele?" Miss Stephanie asked with a big smile.

"No, but you have such a beautiful cock and I want to please you so badly," Michele said in an almost begging voice.

Miss Stephanie took her cock into her hand and began slapping Michele's lips and face with it saying, "Are you sure? Are you sure? Are you telling me that you are just a natural born cock sucker?"

"I must be, all I know right now is that you're going to get the wettest, sloppiest, fucking blow job I can give," Michele replied with a slutty grin on his face, trying to keep in character.

"That's my girl," Miss Stephanie replied. Michele continued licking Miss Stephanie's cock shaft but extended to include her smooth shaved balls. He licked one ball then another. Gently, he took each of her balls into his mouth and massaged them with his eager tongue. Once he had thoroughly lubricated the underside of her cock he began to spit on the topside of Miss Stephanie's cock. He spread the spit around the cock carefully with his fingers, owing to the size of his fake nails.

Michelle again focused his attention on the swollen cock head in front him. He ran his tongue around the head slowly making sure to keep eye contact with Miss Stephanie. His tongue ran back and forth the cock's pee hole. Was he looking for an early reward, possibly an early taste of his reward?

Maria watched with intense fascination. Her hand began to lightly caress her nipple. Her bathing suit bottom now quite most moist. Her other hand drifted backward toward the man standing behind her. The prize she was seeking was soon found. Mark moved his hand under her arm and cupped her other breast; his thumb and index finger pinching her already erect nipple.

Michele would make sure every time he took the cock head out of his mouth his tongue would be underneath the cock and a string of saliva would trail from the head to his mouth. "Ummm," was all he could mumble. Then it was back to servicing the beautiful shemale's cock head. This was simple he thought. Nothing different from running your tongue around a tootsie pop he thought to himself.

"Ahhh Michele that so good," she said with such a sound of ecstasy in her voice. "Men don't know what they are missing! All cocks should know the pleasure of your lips," she continued.

Michele answered with "Umm hum," and gently nodded her head in agreement.

"Maybe start on the west side of Asbury, there we can find you an abundance of big black cock, would you like that?" she questioned.

"Oh god yes! I want Nigga dick to skull fuck me," she begged. "Please, please Miss Stephanie I'll suck every bubba cock on Railroad Avenue," Michele answered a pleading voice.

"Good Girl Michele, but why limit yourself to Asbury Park, you cock guzzling cum whore," Miss Stephanie queried?

"Your right, I'll suck every black, white, brown, yellow, and red cock from Seaside to Keyport," she answered with solid conviction.

Maria's wet pussy and bathing suit now began to leak out onto her thigh. She could not believe how turned on she was getting by watching her feminized husband sucking cock. It wasn't just the mere fact of seeing a man suck cock. But, her husband was doing it with such wild abandonment and enthusiasm. His verbalization of his desires, begging to suck black cock and every cock on the Jersey was bringing her closer to the edge.

Michele was now full into pleasing Miss Stephanie. Almost every other mouth movement had Miss Stephanie's cock completely engulfed in his mouth and his tongue extended to caress her balls. She was a girl on a mission she thought to herself. Every time she came up for air, he ran his tongue over the pee hole he had paid so much attention to earlier. Now, he started to get just a little taste of the prize that he so dearly wanted and would soon be his.

Miss Stephanie was visibly growing more excited. Her breath quickened. Her balls were full; she instinctively began to move her hips in and out. "I'm getting ready to come, Michele," she panted. "Just always remember Michele, it is always up to the man where and when he wants to come," she instructed. "In your face and mouth, on your hair, neck, tits, belly, or ass, his choice," she further elaborated. Michele's cock was so hard and so constrained by the gaff after hearing this. Something was going to have to give.

Michele nodded his head and cock filled slut mouth lined with whore-red lipstick in agreement. The sexual crescendo was approaching its peak. There was a steady flow of pussy juice down her thigh now from Maria; her knees were starting to tremble and buckle. Mark has Maria's nipples hard as rocks and has a dark wet spot evidencing the pre-cum from his erection underneath Maria's hand. Every time Miss Stephanie's cock hit the back of Michele's throat she could taste more and more of Miss Stephanie's pre-cum. Miss Stephanie smiled as she looked around the room and could count herself in the half of the people present that knew what was really going on.

Miss Stephanie could hold back no longer. She grabbed her cock out of Michele's mouth held it about two inches away from his face and demanded, "Open your mouth you fucking cum bag whore." Michele complied, but not fast enough for the blast. Seamen exploded onto his upper lip, continued up over his nose and onto his forehead. The next two blasts were dead on, hitting the very back of his throat. Next, she grabbed Michele by his hair and sank her entire cock down his throat and continued pumping her hot seed down his throat.

This was just too much for Maria to watch! Cum on her husband's face, cum bullseyes into his mouth, and lastly his cock stuffed mouth. She could actually make out Miss Stephanie's cock outline in his throat. Maria knew that every time she saw Miss Stephanie's balls rise up that another load of cum was being pumped down Mike's throat. She had to leave before she collapsed. She grabbed Mark's hand and very quickly and quietly left the suite.

Once outside the suite, Maria jacked Mark up against the hallway wall. She spread her legs over one of his thighs and began humping him like a wild animal. In just seconds she exploded. It was as if someone had turned on a garden hose inside her pussy, it was a flood soaking both her and Mark. Her legs gave out and she needed to hold onto Mark to stay on her feet. She whispered into his ear, "I need to fuck and I need to fuck now!" Taking Mark by the hand, a minute or so later, the two hurried down the hallway toward the elevators.

Miss Stephanie's bullseyes came so fast that Michele had no chance to swallow and now with her mouth full pumping cock she needed to relax and focus on what Miss Stephanie had taught her about cock sucking and cum swallowing. When the cum jets finally stopped blasting his throat he was finally able to swallow what was left in his mouth. "Excellent, Excellent, my young slut; I guarantee you the judges are going to love you," Miss Stephanie said with conviction. The two looked each other in the eyes and they knew there was an unspoken acknowledgment of satisfaction for both of them.

Inspired by Miss Stephanie's encouraging words, Michele continued to hold her cock in his mouth as it began to shrink. By the time the cock was flaccid and slipped from his mouth, Michele had licked it clean. Michele was still on his knees when Miss Stephanie placed her index finger under his chin and thumb on his chin. With the gentlest of motions by Miss Stephanie, Michele understood that he was to stand. Their eyes never broke contact as he rose.

"That was wonderful Michele," she said with empathy and passion evident in her voice. Miss Stephanie took her index finger and ran it up his face from lip to forehead. She took her finger, now loaded with her cum into her mouth and onto her tongue. With her hand gently place behind Michele's neck, she drew his lips to hers. Michele was in a fog, but he willing began to kiss Miss Stephanie. The kiss was passionate. The cum flowed freely from one tongue to the other. As the cum was swallowed by both, Miss Stephanie slowly and gently guided Michele onto the bed.

When the kiss broke, Michele found himself lying on his back with Miss Stephanie next to him on her side. She caressed his face and slowly ran her fingers down the strap to his bra to arrive at his nipple. As she rolled his nipple gently between her thumb and forefinger, she whispered to him, "How did my cum taste baby doll?"

"What," Michelle answered in a puzzled voice.

"Surely, you have tasted cum before; I just wanted to know how mine tasted in comparison," she explained.

"Only my own," Michelle answered.

"Ah, snowball? Lick from body? Eat from pussy?" Miss Stephanie queried.

"All the above," Michele answered coyly.

"So how did mine taste compared to yours," she posed.

"I don't know, the same I guess," was the response.

"Good," Miss Stephanie said. She went on to explain her theory on the taste of cum. Compare it to the city water supply. The water that comes out of your faucet is the same water that comes out of mine. In fact, it is the same water that comes out of every faucet. If I am at your house I will drink from your faucet and vice-versa; indeed if I am at a stranger's house I will drink from his faucet. Now, granted, there are many different types of faucets; some are big, some are small, some are wide, some are thin, and they come in all colors but are faucets none the less and deliver the same city water.

When she was done she asked Michele, "Don't you agree?"

Michele was not sure where she was going with this. The logic and analogy seemed correct. If cum is cum, the only difference, as she had explained was the source. Possibly it was the stirring of his cock again or the last lingering taste of her cum in his mouth but after a moment of reflection Michele was unable to give any other answer than, "Yes, I would have to agree."

"See, that was simple. You must have taken courses in logic in college," She flattered Michele with. She reached over and gently kissed Michele on the lips as if to seal some unspoken bond. "Can we do it again sometime," she asked?

"Do what?" was Michele's response.

"Oh baby doll, can we suck each other's cocks again?" Miss Stephanie pleaded. "I really loved sucking yours," she added. When no answer was immediately forthcoming, Michele could see the sparkle in her eye begin to fade and a look of disappointment on her face. "Oh, please tell me it wasn't just acting for the contest; there was some part of you that did enjoy going down on me," Miss Stephanie pleaded.

Michele thought for a moment. He searched his soul and memory replaying the events and his actions of the afternoon. He particularly focused on his actions. Was it all acting he thought? Was any part of it real? Certainly, his orgasm in her mouth was and that would certainly be nice to repeat. He smiled, looked over at her and admitted, "No it wasn't all just acting." He knew full well what this implied. "And yes we can do it again," he added.

Miss Stephanie turned from her side and half lay on top of Michele and gave him a deep passionate kiss. Lost in the moment, Michele opened his mouth and engaged his tongue with hers. Miss Stephanie's hand slowly moved down Michele's body toward his panties. She felt the gaff, tried to go under it but couldn't. "Shall we remove this for a bit and give your cock some room to breathe," she proposed. She had wanted to call it "his little boy clit," but thought it a little early at this stage.

"Oh, god yes," Michele exclaimed.

Miss Stephanie got onto her knees, pulled down his panties, and removed the gaff and but plug holding it in place. Michele's cock sprang out and Miss Stephanie pulled his panties up and resumed her place at his side and re-engaged the kiss. This time, however, she was able to run her fingertips over his pantie covered cock. Michele responded positively as his kisses took on a new urgency of passion. The two kissed passionately stopping only when Miss Stephanie quietly asked: "Would you put your beautiful lips on a cock other than mine baby?"

"No, of course not, heavens no," was Michele's immediate response.

"But why not," Miss Stephanie fired back.

"Because I am not gay," Michele replied.

"I've got news for you, honey, if sucking cock makes you gay, you are already there," she explained. Miss Stephanie now had a look on her face that said, "I've got you know!" "You sucked my cock, therefore, by your definition, already gay," she exclaimed.

"That's different," Michele fired back. He immediately sensed that somehow he had started down a slippery slope. Yes, he did suck Miss Stephanie's cock to completion. On the one hand, he reasoned it was a gay act by his own definition. On the other hand, he knew he was not gay. His calculus of cock had somehow reached an inequality. "With you, I was acting," he stated thinking this was his way out.