Danielle Works a Saturday

Frank watched and grew increasingly horny watching the woman on the desk. He watched as he saw Paul pull down her panties and rub his hand, then his cock, through the crack of her ass. Frank felt his pulse quicken as he heard Danielle moan with pleasure as the wet head of Paul's cock rubbed over her tight hole.

"Oh, God, put it in me, Paul. Make me a woman."

Frank almost came in his pants. He couldn't believe his ears as the wanton whore on the desk begged to have her ass fucked.

"What are you waiting for, Frank, I need cock in my mouth."

He didn't need to be told twice. As he approached the front of the desk and Danielle's open mouth, he quickly opened and dropped his pants, nearly tripping on them. Feeling Danielle's tongue circle his hot head, he watched as Paul pressed the head of his cock at her hot hole until he pushed past her tight ring. Frank felt her moan with pain and pleasure around his cock as Paul began slowly pumping his cock in and out of Danielle's exquisite ass. Feeling her tighten her lips around his cock, Frank got himself into the same rhythm that Paul had started. Each guy pushed themselves in the respective holes and pulled out at the same time.

Danielle was in heaven. She had always fantasized about doing two guys at once, now she was getting what she'd always wanted. She knew that she would be doing this more often. She loved the way Frank's six-inch cock slid in and out of her mouth, every so often leaking precum on her tongue. At the same time, she was loving the feeling of Paul's cock sending electric waves of pleasure through her asshole to her hard clit. By this time, her clit was leaking precum into the front of her panties and on her desk continuously. She felt Frank caress her head with both of his hands as Paul grabbed her hips and steadily gained speed toward his impending orgasm. But she couldn't wait that long. The combination of Frank's cock in between her lips and Paul's cock pumping over her tight ass ring, she started humping the desktop and seconds later moaned around Frank's cock as she gushed her own hot cum into her panties. Soon after it leaked out and spilled on the top of the desk where her clit rubbed around.

As she felt her cum spreading around the desktop, Frank stiffened and jet after jet of sperm shot into her mouth. She flicked her tongue over the tip of his cock as she happily swallowed all of the sperm he could give her. He moaned loudly as he held her head tight and spurted three final ropes of cum into her mouth. He pulled back and watched the muscles of her throat move as he knew his sperm was on the way to her tummy. He caught his breath a moment later but could not keep his cock away from Danielle's mouth. As he went from hard to soft, she gave his cock continuous kisses and loving licks.

Paul was driving himself into her ass, making her ass cheeks ripple with each thrust. He squeezed each cheek and pushed himself one last time up inside her and coated her insides with his second load of cum that afternoon. Although Danielle had cum already, she could not stop herself from moaning loudly as she felt his hot cum shoot up into her. She lost count at five jets of cum as she felt his cock throb obscenely with each spurt. Moments later, his cum spurting subsided and he laid himself on her back, trying to catch his breath. All the while she was clenching her hole around his softening cock, enjoying the feeling of having a man inside her.

Frank settled himself in a chair; Danielle and Paul managed to stay in their interlocked position while they each caught their breath.

Twenty minutes later they were all dressed and sitting around the desk. Danielle managed to rid the slight cum spot on her skirt with a touch of cold water from the office water cooler. She was gathering up her things, as she had originally planned when Paul walked in on her earlier.

"Remember what I said, sweetheart," Paul began. "I have that tape." She briefly looked over to Frank who had a look of disgust on his face. It was clear he didn't agree on the blackmail angle.

"You can do whatever you want with that, darling. My suggestion is you use it to masturbate with. I have nothing to hide. This is the new me. Daniel's gone forever. I went along with having sex with you voluntarily. You guys brought to life one of my all-time fantasies." She put the last few things in a small box and looked at Paul once again. "If I seriously didn't want to have sex with you, there wouldn't have been a damn thing you could have done to me. But I knew that wasn't the case. You're not a rapist, Paul."

She got up and kissed each man sweetly on the lips. "Thank you both for giving me a chance to live out a fantasy."

She grabbed her belongings off the desk and walked to the door. Grabbing the doorknob, she turned and looked at them, "Who knows, maybe the three of us can do it again in a more comfortable place," she said smiling.

She winked at them and seconds later was gone.

End of Adventure #4. :)

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Part 01: "Danielle's First Meeting" Part 02: "Danielle at the Office" Part 03: "Danielle and Daddy"

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Part 04: "Danielle Works A Saturday" by CDDanielle_NNJ@yahoo.com

It had been a few months since his wife left him. Well "ex-wife" as the divorce had been recently finalized. It was her choice; she walked out on *him*. She said she got tired of "Danielle", even though she was entirely responsible for Danielle's "birth" to begin with. It turned out that she was just one of those women who just couldn't be happy unless they were complaining.

True, he'd admit, that he'd gotten obsessive with his dressing, and that the more he dressed the more his femme and bi sides emerged. Their sex life dropped from "not too often" to "don't bet on it". Sure, he still loved women; he still found himself getting turned on by sexy women in heels and lingerie and even girls in magazines and videos, but his ex-wife just didn't do anything for him anymore. Maybe it was her constant nagging that turned him off about her. Add the fact that she had more than one "boyfriend".

But that didn't matter anymore. What did matter were the few events that were happening today; the last Friday in man's clothing. All but one event was done, sealed in history forever. He took just about all of his male clothing and donated them to the local charity's thrift store. He kept one set so he could finish out his plans before moving and starting a new life. He sold the minivan he shared with his ex-wife as well as most of the possessions that he had acquired during their 15-year marriage. All that remained was one military-style duffel bag half-filled with sentimental items and one suitcase full of nighties with robes, several pairs of thigh high stockings and three pairs of high heel sandals. Also contained was a blouse and skirt outfit that Danielle, as yet, hadn't worn. It would be enough to start anew.

All that remained was the sale of their home. It had been agreed by the two of them that the money was to be split 50-50; she wanted no part of him in her future so she didn't ask for alimony. Which was just as well, because once the sale was complete, Daniel, for all practical purposes, would cease to exist within a day. It was arranged that his share of the money was to be in cash; an unusual arrangement to be sure, but one the realtor was able to handle with little inconvenience to anyone.

So there he was, early on this Friday morning, with the buyer and the realtor, closing the deal on the house. His ex-wife had previously met with the realtor on her own time and signed all the necessary papers before-hand, sending along a Power-of-Attorney so the realtor could act on her behalf on the sale. In the small pile of paperwork on the table, Daniel noticed the check that was made out to his ex-wife in the sum of $125,000 for her share of the property. A half-hour later, after counting 25 1-inch stacks of $5,000 each and verifying his half at $125,000, he closed and secured the attaché case, signed all the papers and turned the keys over to the buyer. But before leaving, he asked the buyer if he could sit, alone, for just a few minutes, so he could take one last look around the place that held special memories for him. The buyer understood completely and left the room with the realtor close behind.

In all actuality, Daniel wanted just a few minutes so he could empty the attaché case and put all his cash into his duffel bag. He felt there was no need to attract any unwanted attention in his journey to the southern part of the state, where he would start his new life.

After transferring several newspapers from the bag to the briefcase to simulate the weight of the cash, he closed and locked it. Satisfied his money was safe, he picked up the duffel bag, flung it over his shoulder, and picked up the suitcase and briefcase and made his way to the door. The realtor saw him coming and opened the door. He said "thank you" and bid them both goodbye.

Politely declining a ride from the realtor, he boarded a bus a half-hour later to the train station. Along the way, he just happened to "lose" the briefcase. Boarding the train for the shore, Daniel relaxed in his seat, planning for what was to come. All this time he dressed, it was only in lingerie and heels, occasionally for an admirer. One time Danielle even went as far as dressing as a schoolgirl for a meeting she role-played in, but Daniel never thought that he would end up wanting to dress as a woman full-time. He had very little experience with makeup, but he smiled inwardly knowing that that was about to change. He knew enough to get by, but would have to do more, both at home and in salons, to be able to make himself up as easily and naturally as he would putting on stockings and heels.

He checked his watch to see just how much time he'd have until he arrived at his destination; just a little under an hour. As a long-time resident in the Newark area of New Jersey, Daniel had worked the better part of the last five years as office help in one of the popular shore towns in New Jersey, Red Bank. It was here he decided to live, not because he was close to work, he was going to quit anyway, but because he felt he had truly found a place he would be comfortable calling home. Nobody knew of him down there, except those few people he worked with, and they lived far enough away from the office so that he could live in relative anonymity, and become another woman in the crowd. But on second thought, what they'd think wouldn't matter either as his mind was made up. *They* would have to accept Danielle, even briefly, and that was that. Danielle would have to visit the office during regular hours to turn in her resignation anyway, so what would be the point in hiding? She wanted to be a woman; content, happy and loving herself for who she really was inside.

Which reminded him of a noontime appointment he was to keep later in the day. He found a transgender-friendly law firm and consulted with one of the "girls", a very convincing T-Girl and highly capable lawyer. Lisa helped him make all the appropriate payments and paperwork submissions so that effective today, Daniel would have all the legal documents changing his identity to "Danielle". A name change; last name included, a birth certificate, social security card and driver's license were just a few of the things he had been assisted in legally acquiring from the State. Lisa had also assisted in securing a purchase on a condo and a bank that would assist Danielle in getting started.

So the first stop would be a TG salon in town so that Daniel could shed his outer skin to let Danielle emerge forever. Attending the meeting with the lawyer as Danielle, he felt, was the appropriate thing to do. Then she could make the rounds to her new condo, the bank and then a very much-needed shopping spree. One final element of her "past life" remained: the job. Tomorrow, she'd planned, to go to the office and clean out "her" desk then return Monday to tender her resignation. But she would have no trouble accomplishing the pre-quitting clean-out because the office was always closed for business on Saturdays. Beyond that, she had no plans for her new life except that no matter what she was doing, housework, sleeping, cooking or going out on dates, she would be doing it as Danielle.

* * *

Twenty minutes later, she was sitting in the salon having her hair done. Her shoulder-length brown hair would ultimately be trimmed and styled with a side flip. Next would be her nails; her toes getting a coat of red and her fingers a slightly lighter shade to match her lipstick. The salon specialist, Merissa, who she'd known for several weeks, was extremely attentive to Danielle's desires and needs and suggested things in areas where Danielle wasn't sure about. After spritzing on some perfume suggested by Merissa, Danielle dressed in her outfit; a black lace bra(with small breast inserts to "fill" her out) and panty set, a long-sleeved, white satin blouse, a zebra-print, knee-length skirt, nude thigh highs and 4" strappy high heel sandals. She also decided on a chain of hearts for her right ankle, which would sit delicately below the rose tattoo she'd recently gotten.

Walking over to the salon's full-length mirror, she was speechless at Merissa's work. The reflection looking back at her was Danielle's dream come true. She may have not been the most beautiful creature on the planet, but she was just how she dreamed she wanted to be. Danielle couldn't stop the tears from welling up in her eyes. A few tears of joy leaked gently out of her eyes. Merissa saw her joyfulness and hugged Danielle close, kissing her lightly on the cheek. Patting away the tears gently and touching up Danielle's makeup slightly, she gave Danielle soft words of encouragement.

Giving Merissa one last kiss and hug, Danielle paid for her transformation, tipping Merissa generously and promising to be a repeat customer. Danielle grabbed her suitcase and duffel bag and then hesitated. She couldn't very well walk through the streets of town, dressed as nice as she was, carrying a suitcase and military duffel bag. Turning, she saw the smile on Merissa's face. Disappearing in the back room for a few moments, Merissa returned with her 16-year old son, Jason. It was only a few blocks to the attorney, and he was glad to carry her bags for her.

Stepping out of the salon, Danielle had never felt this free before. She smiled to herself, smiled to Jason, and headed towards the lawyer's. Along the way, they made small talk. He knew of Danielle's transformation, and was pleased he could help her in any way. He was used to seeing men come in to be women, some planning to go as far as having surgery. Having a mother who was a lesbian definitely gave him the opportunity to grow up with an open mind. Even to the point of trying on his mother's lingerie and heels from time to time. She winked and smiled at him.

Turning the corner at Broad Street, they walked the few doors to the entrance to the attorney's office. Danielle grabbed the door so Jason would have an easy time getting through. Stopping in the lobby, he placed her bags onto the love seat in the waiting area.

"Thank you, Jason," she said, slipping a 50-dollar bill into his hand, kissing him gently on the lips. "I'll see you again when I visit the salon."

"Thank YOU!," he gushed. Danielle wasn't sure if it was from the tip she gave him or the kiss. "Good luck, Danielle."

"Thank you, sweetie," she said, waving to him as he left the lobby.

"I thought I heard Jason," she heard from behind her.

She turned to see Lisa standing behind her desk with a sheath of papers. Lisa was a tall girl, even before she slipped on her 5-inch gold strappy sandals. Standing 6'3" she wore a cream-colored blouse with a matching knee-length skirt. Next came a gorgeous set of bare legs. She had her short blonde hair done sweetly in a bob style. She'd finished her beautiful look with a touch of eye shadow, blush, lipstick, painted fingernails and toes and a delicate string of pearls around her neck.

"Hello, Danielle," she said smiling, offering out her right hand. "It's great to finally meet you."

Danielle took Lisa's hand and shook gently, "I'm finally glad to be able to be here as me," she said, returning the smile.

Lisa motioned to the seat next to the desk, "Please sit."

They both took their seats and Lisa opened the folder she'd been carrying. Shuffling some papers she said, "Did you bring all the documents I asked for?"

"Yes," she said, taking a white envelope out of her purse. She opened it and gave all the contents to Lisa.

"Great. I'll keep these on file for the requisite two years. In the meantime," she took some documents out of the folder and placed them in front of Danielle, "before I give you your new credentials, you'll need to sign these."

"All right," Danielle said, taking the pen from Lisa.

"You'll need to sign here, here and here," Lisa instructed as she pointed to various places on the papers.

Danielle signed her new name in the places indicated and smiled as she handed Lisa the pen.

"You've been practicing, I see," Lisa said, smiling. "The first form you just signed is the release document for your social security card, birth certificate and driver's license." She handed Danielle each as she named them. "Be sure to sign both your social security card and your license before you put them away. Keep your birth certificate in a safe place at home."

Danielle quickly signed the two documents and placed them in her wallet and then slid the folded birth certificate neatly inside the purse.

"Now, obviously we couldn't obtain you a photo license as this is your first day as Danielle, so I suggest you head by Motor Vehicles on Monday morning to get one with a photo. It shouldn't take too long and it'll only run you about eight dollars for the upgrade."

Lisa put a form in the folder and went to the second page. "This form is your purchase agreement and payment schedule for your new condo. I was able to negotiate a very affordable price and monthly payment. I also took the liberty to make sure you had all your utilities and phone turned on and in your name. Here's your phone number, unlisted, unless you decide otherwise," she said handing Danielle a small card and the key to her new apartment.

Lisa filed that form and brought out the last document. "This form is an affidavit that you swear your identity change is not to commit fraud. We'll also have to go to court to make your identity change final, so I will notify you when we have a court date on the books."