Unexpected Transformation of a Life

"Wow!" Tracy gasped. None of them were what she expected. She thought she would be embarrassed by nudity and sex. Not one of them showed anything. All were of her face or shoulders or back. No tits. No pussy. No Vincent.

"It seems you were tricked into giving the look Georgio needed from you."

"They're beautiful," Tracy couldn't help to say. "Is this really me?"

"Yeah. It is. And everyone agrees, says it's his best work at this studio."

"I don't get it. He made me do all that stuff. People watching. The sex with Vincent."

"All so your face would look like that."

"Wow. He tricked me?"

"He did," Kazu smiled.

"He really is good," Tracy conceded.

"Brilliant. And as you wanted, the photos are shareable. There are only a few nudes we'll put in. I didn't pin them up here. You wanna see?"

"Ah, sure."

Kazu went to his desk and took a dozen sheets, pinning them on the clips one by one. Full nudity, but none with Vincent thankfully.

"You're good. We'll find you work. If you want it."

"Yeah. I guess," Tracy beamed. She couldn't help but blush. "Thank you. For having me do this."

"You are welcome. Come to my place tomorrow," Kazu said, handing her his 'personal' card to add to the business card she had. "We'll celebrate. 3pm. Are you free?"

"Sure," Tracy shrugged.

"Good. I'll have a portfolio pack made to give you. We can talk about your first deal."

"Wow," Tracy beamed.

Kazu stepped in and kissed her on the cheek, hand on the small of her back. Tracy tingled at the touch.

"Congratulations."

"Thank you."

"You wanna say hello to some people?"

"Sure."

"Come."

Maria, Georgio, the hair wash guy, the make-up lady, all of them congratulated her on the shoot. Georgio gave her a big hug, perhaps proud of himself more than her. Vincent was there, too. They hugged; it was weird to be dressed with him. He gave her ass a squeeze, though.

Later that day she met with Jeff at his house. Having taken her pants off once, there was no stopping them coming off again.

"You can't cum in me this time." Tracy told him sternly.

Jeff understood. He fucked her the best he could, but was nothing like Matthew had been with her.

"I can't stay. I need to meet the agency owner tomorrow. Need to be fresh."

"Don't go. Please. Sleep here."

"Hey, I came over and gave you my cunt. Be grateful!"

Begrudgingly Jeff let her go.

By the time she got home, Rosie was in bed, seemingly with Matthew. How can he say they're not a thing when he keeps staying in there with her? If nothing else he's leading her on.

"Like me with Jeff," she scolded herself.

After falling asleep, Tracy was woken by soft shaking.

"Move over. Let me in."

"Matthew?"

"Move over."

"What are you doing?"

"Getting in."

"No no no no," Tracy said as Matthew lifted the covers. He was wearing just his boxers again. "Rosie will wake up."

"Not if you don't cause a fuss."

"Matthew, this is wrong. You're with my housemate."

"I'm not."

"You sleep in her bed. She thinks you're her boyfriend."

Matthew shoved his way in.

"I want your cunt, not hers."

"You just wanna fuck me!"

"Right now I do, yes. Take your pants off."

Tracy sighed. She reached down and pulled off her pajama bottoms and panties.

"Be quick!" she insisted.

Matthew wasn't.

He crawled under the covers and buried his face between her thighs. He drank and licked and fingered her. It was torture for Tracy not to scream out; he drove her wild. For as nice as Jeff was, he would never reach this level of sexuality.

Tracy gasped as Matthew crawled up and struck his cock full length up her silken-wet inside. But after three wonderful strokes he went back to eating her out.

"Oh my god, you're teasing me. Fuck me, please."

Matthew did, for a bit. Then back to using his mouth. Then he would fuck her. Then mouth, then fuck, back and forth. When he finally did stay up to give her a proper slamming, Tracy was carnal. Primitive. Momentarily her sole purpose was to fuck cock, specifically Matthew's cock. He was sending her mindlessly racing over the cliff. She couldn't help but to cry out as a massive vaginal orgasm washed over her. Goosebumps. A short burning fever made her shiver.

"Oh my god. Keep fucking me. Keep fucking me. Please."

Matthew smiled and kept nailing her. He had this beautiful naked woman at his mercy. Her cunt was entirely at his control. He mercilessly drove her nuts.

"Oh no, oh no, oh no," Tracy screamed as the orgasm wouldn't stop. Pee squirted uncontrollably from between her legs. She screamed out and soaked them both in fluids. The bed turned into a puddle.

Matthew finally let up. He stayed in her, but stopped pumping.

Tracy kissed him passionately. Gratefully. Adoringly.

"My body is yours," she panted. "Anytime you want. You can fuck it anytime you want."

Matthew rolled off and lay next to her, holding her.

"You need to cum, still," Tracy empathized.

"In a bit, we can do it again."

They lay in the mess of Tracy's orgasm, the dampness a cold reminder of the great sex.

"You really can fuck me whenever you want," she promised.

"It will be a lot."

Tracy turned and kissed his face.

"You can, I give it to you."

"What about your boyfriend?"

"Ah don't make me think about that."

"You're fucking him now, right? You gonna stop?"

"I feel so sorry for him. He was so happy when I finally took my pants off for him."

"So you're still fucking him?"

"I can stop if you want. But what about Rosie?"

"I've only had her tits, I swear."

"I know. She was complaining about it. But she'll hate us if you and I hook up."

"We'll give it some distance. A month? You get rid of yours; I'll keep away from Rosie."

"If she didn't hear me screaming out already..."

They kissed and hugged, wallowing in the wet. Tracy kicked him out before dawn after forcing his cum down her throat; she had officially become a swallower.

At exactly three, Tracy rang the doorbell of the address Kazu gave her. It was an old stately home, not what she expected.

"I thought you'd have a penthouse apartment. Overlooking the city. All windows and chrome."

Kazu shrugged. "I like all different styles. There is beauty in old things, too. You don't have to be shiny and new to be in fashion. Everyone ages. Hopefully into something like this house."

"It is nice," Tracy agreed.

He showed her around. They were the only two there.

"You live alone?"

"My housekeeper is here on weekdays."

"Oh. Just us two?"

"Yes. Just us two," Kazu smiled back.

"So...when you said come here to celebrate...your plan was to fuck me?"

"Yes," Kazu smiled. "Do you mind?"

"I guess not."

"That's great," Kazu nodded. "Do you mind undressing? I love your body."

"If I do this, I get work?"

"If you do it well. If you do it often. Yes."

"Okay," Tracy nodded, understanding. "You can't cum in me. I'm not on the pill."

"Okay, understood."

"Undress now? Here?" Tracy asked. They were in the huge sun-lit kitchen.

"Yes. Let me look at you for a while. I didn't see much of the shoot. Just the video."

Tracy was wearing a loose white shirt and denim shorts. She took them off and stood in her boring underwear. After a quick nod to check he meant everything, Tracy took those off too. The sun streamed in on her nudity. Kazu was clearly impressed. He walked around, taking her in, then he stepped in behind, reached around to grip her breasts. He kissed her neck gently.

"You're not as nervous being nude, now?" he noticed.

"I don't know..."

"Have you had a lot of cock?" he asked her.

Recently yes, was the truth.

"Some," Tracy said instead.

"Do you have a boyfriend?"

Two, she would have said if telling the truth.

"Yes."

Kazu took one hand down to gently fondle her ass as he kissed her nape and shoulder.

"Does he fuck you a lot?" Kazu whispered.

Tracy giggled.

"He wants to, yeah."

"How's he going to feel about you being here, doing this?"

"I think I won't tell him," Tracy said; this time it was the truth.

"Okay," Kazu said, dropping his pants and underwear. He rubbed his erection over her backside. "We're going to have some fun. Follow me."

Tracy had never been tied up before. Never been blindfolded. Never been fucked by kitchen foods and sex toys. Honey, candle-wax, yoghurt and ice. It was an afternoon-long, intense experience, culminating in another mouthful of cum.

After he was done with her, Kazu left her tied spread-eagle on the bed.

"Stay there til I'm ready to fuck you with cock."

The waiting was almost as edgy as the sex. Blindfolded, every noise and movement were amplified. And she could hear Kazu for a time on the phone doing deals to get his 'new talent' some trial sessions with clients.

"Believe me, this one is special," she heard him say. "Yes, she will, if there is a genuine deal on offer."

Tracy knew just enough about the world to realize she was being pimped. If she wanted any sort of career in modelling, she would have to open her legs. Did she want that? It was a decision for later. At that moment, Kazu was gelling her vagina, he was ready to give her cock.

"So?" Matthew asked her by phone a few days later, "How is everything?"

"Where to start?"

"How did the pack review with Kazu go?"

"I've got the portfolio here."

"I'd love to see it."

"You need to wait. At least a month, we had a deal, right?"

"How's Rosie?"

"She hates you. Said she took her pants off and you wouldn't touch her. Made her feel like a leper so she dumped you."

"Good that she thinks she initiated it," Matthew suggested.

"Hmmm. And if we hook up later, I can say you're being the same with me. How would she know otherwise, right?"

"Well...you would need to fuck quieter."

"Oh, that was great sex. I need that again," Tracy purred.

"What about your boyfriend? Gone?"

"I've got a month to do that, right?"

"Tracy, come on. What are you doing, you still going there?"

"I swear I was going to tell him," Tracy tried to say. "But he'd gone to all this effort to download these romantic porn movies to watch together."

"You had sex with him again?"

"You weren't there. He had this whole thing planned out, watching those movies with his cock in me."

"When's it going to stop, baby?"

"Soon. I promise, I'll find the right moment."

"This week!"

"I'll try."

Jeff really was making it hard to get away. Tracy wanted to do it face to face, but every time she visited or met him, he had bought her something or organized a room full of candles. More and more she found herself taking his cock, not less and less.

"Jeff, you got to stop cumming in me. It's dangerous."

"I'm sorry, I can't help it. Feels too good to keep control."

They were in his bed, Tracy on her back, naked, legs spread. Jeff was trying to keep his shrinking cock from leaving her messed up vagina.

"Jeff. We need to talk."

"I'm too tired," he moaned. It was past midnight.

"Hey, I've been here with my pants off for you all night. I've let you get off on me how many times tonight? It's what you wanted right, fucking me so much? Now I need you to listen a few moments."

"Sure," he panted. "What?"

"I think my life is going to take a different path."

"What are you talking about?"

"I'm going to sleep with other men."

"Men?"

"Modelling. It's not just about how you look. It's the whole game."

"You don't have to do that, baby," Jeff said, sitting up suddenly.

"I know. I choose to."

"Choose to...what? Let guys fuck you?"

"Yes."

"For the sake of this glamor hobby, you're going to let guys turn you into a fuck-toy?"

"Yes."

"No you're not. You can't be serious."

"I am."

"What? You've done it already?"

"No. But there's a...date...it's been set up. I've been debating whether to go or not. I've decided I will."

"When?"

"Soon."

"You're going to prostitute yourself?"

Tracy sighed.

"Yes. If you want to look it that way."

"Tracy. You can't. This is not you. You don't need it. You have your degree to study for."

"Psychology? Nobody needs that."

"I won't let you."

"It's not your choice, Jeff."

He huffed and puffed and then sulked.

"Go then. Go be a whore."

Tracy got out of bed, holding her mound to stop the leaking sperm.

"Okay. I'll get a taxi."

The semen was still leaking into her underwear on the way home. Of course, there was no 'date' with any corporate exec or marketing manager. Not yet. Tracy didn't know any other way to get him to emotionally break the cord. He'd hate her for it, but he would have hated her for breaking up however she did it. This was ripping off the Band-Aid in one pull, she told herself.

For a time, Tracy took a breather. There was no news on next steps from Kazu. She had a month where she could keep free from Matthew. Jeff was sending a text a day asking to meet but she ignored them. For such a long time she had been free of the complication of penis, and then in a flurry she'd had four (if Vincent counted). Jeff was right to say this wasn't her. Or was it? Was this her evolution? The sex had been good with Matthew. And with Kazu, despite how strange it was. The short pumping Vincent gave her was spectacular at that moment. Only Jeff had made the sex a chore.

"Rosie, I have a question," Tracy said at late breakfast one Sunday as her sabbatical from Matthew was drawing to a close.

"Yeah?"

"Matthew," Tracy said, pausing.

"That's not a question," Rosie pointed out.

"If I call him, will you mind?"

"You have interest in Matthew?"

"I think so."

"He doesn't like sex," Rosie said flatly.

Tracy laughed, not for the reason Rosie thought, but it helped the mood.

"Not having to open my legs for some whiny boy sounds great."

"Jeff did you more damage than you did him, I reckon."

"I don't know," Tracy said, still feeling sorry for him; the way she couldn't be who he wanted. "But if Matthew did come and see me, would you be mad?"

"Hey, I dumped his ass. I don't recommend his skills as a lover, but wouldn't be fair for me to stop it."

"Thank you."

Matthew and Tracy rented a Winnebago and headed south for a week to celebrate officially hooking up. Matthew asked her to stay shaved, so Tracy waxed herself clean. She didn't bring a single piece of underwear and for seven days wore nothing on bottom in the vehicle, sitting on a towel. She loved the way Matthew loved her having her pants off all day. She had a tiny wraparound mini-skirt she would put on if they stopped for fuel or food or to look at some rocky outcrop. The wind played havoc with it, but Matthew enjoyed other guys seeing her with the skirt flipped up.

Tracy had gone on the pill. She had more sperm in her most days than Matthew had in him.

"The sex with you is so good," Tracy moaned face-down on the bed down back, cock firmly and deeply struck up her. They had stopped on the side of the road in a grove of trees. Tracy had been stretched over giving Matthew a blow job as he drove; he had wanted to cum in her cunt, not mouth. He pulled over and Tracy went back to do her 'girlfriend duty'.

"I told you you can have my cunt whenever you want it."

"You like me doing this?"

"I adore it."

"I didn't think girls liked sex? Especially good-looking ones."

"Well, your girl does," Tracy grunted, "So fuck the shit out of her."

Matthew obliged. The whole week Tracy was literally on fire. Insatiable. They even stopped at a sex store they chanced across; having a long and educational discussion with the guy running it about her options.

"What is it you want?" he'd asked, "Something big and soft in you? Small and hard? Curled for g-spot? You can get these that buzz your clit and roll around inside. These ones are just for your clit. These ones here are for putting in your ass."

"How big is big?" Tracy asked.

"As big as you need. How many fingers can you take?"

Tracy shrugged.

No one else was in the store. She took off her skirt. Matthew kneeled before her. The Store Guy gave him some gel.

One

Two

Three

Four at a stretch

No way the thumb was going to fit in.

"Oh, don't stop," Tracy asked. She pulled her t-shirt off and threw it to the floor. She held Matthew's hand to keep it in her.

"Sorry," Matthew apologized to the Store Guy. "She's been in a mood for a few days now."

"How many pieces do you want?" he asked. "Looking at her, I'd recommend a rabbit, a large dildo, and a remote egg."

"Egg?"

"Let me show you."

Tracy whined as Matthew pulled his fingers from her and followed. The door jingled and a new customer came in, a middle-aged chubby guy. Tracy got her skirt back on in time, but she got caught with her top still missing.

"Hi," she said, blushing. She kept her t-shirt off, pretending she had meant to be that way.

"You look nice," the guy said politely.

"Thank you."

Matthew and the Store Guy returned.

"This goes in her and stays there. You press this remote and it buzzes or rotates inside her. I think she'll like it."

"Okay. Let's try one."

Matthew bought that, a Japanese 'rabbit' toy, and a large fake penis with balls - much larger than him.

"This will give her a stretch," the Store Guy told him. "If she can get used to it, she'll become a five-finger girl."

"Can you open the egg now, show us how to use it?"

"Sure."

The other customer happily looked on as Tracy took off her skirt and the Store Guy washed all three of the new toys. He showed how to use each of them. Tracy was worried about the size of the fake cock, but the Store Guy gelled it well and was ruthless in shoving it up her.

"She's fine," he said, on his knees, tapping her thighs to open wider. "Look, it's going in. The first few times will be tough but she'll get used to it."

The Store Guy kept shoving until it was balls-deep in her. Tracy leaned forward and balanced on his shoulders.

"Oh my god. It's huge," Tracy winced.

"See," the guy grinned, "It fits in her."

"How?" Matthew shook his head, amazed at how such a huge thing could fit inside the body of such a slender girl.

"Do you like it?" he asked Tracy.

She bit her lip and nodded, but said, "I don't know. It's so big. Ah, careful."

The Store Guy started fucking her with it.

"It will take a few days but this will be her favorite before too long."

The other customer asked if he could take photos. Tracy nodded it was fine, letting him take selfies and take turns using the three toys on her.

"Matthew, can we go back to the van? I need it properly," Tracy begged.

"Sure."

Tracy put her skirt on and held her t-shirt to her chest from store to Winnebago. She lay on her back, pulled off the skirt and opened her legs before Matthew was in the van door. When he stripped, climbed onto her and buried his cock in pussy, Tracy kissed him wildly.

"You drive me nuts!"

"I love the way you fuck, too."

"Baby, harder, please, break the bed."

"I worry I'll break you!"

"Try!" Tracy dared him, gripping tightly.

When they took the van back, it fairly reeked of sex. Tracy has ejaculated twice into the mattress, soaking it.

"Those stains were embarrassing," she blushed.

"I had to tell them, though. They need to clean it properly for the next people."

"Yeah, but you could have waited til I wasn't around. You didn't have to tell them exactly how I'd done it. You could have said we spilled beer or something. That guy was looking at me like I was some sort of nympho."

"You are a nympho."

"Am I? I never used to be."

"Can you come and stay at my place tonight?" Matthew asked.

"You're not sick of me? It's been just us two for a week."

"No. Not one bit."

"Okay," Tracy grinned. "I don't want to not be fucked just yet."

All through the rest of term, Matthew and Tracy became closer and happier in each other's company. The sex never waned. Matthew kept thinking of new and interesting ways and places to fuck her. Tracy was impressed with his imagination. They settled into a workable situation with Rosie. She could tolerate him coming over and staying, and eventually the edge dulled; they were able to joke about it amongst themselves and friends. It helped more when Rosie found a new man, one that delighted in her taking her pants off.