David to Dee Chapter 2

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The rest of the day went so slowly, that Dave was virtually steaming by the end of it, snapping at his secretary that he had to leave early.

Della, his secretary, was more than a little curious as to why Dave seemed so stressed out. Usually, he handled everyday tensions so well. She often thought about her boss. He'd changed considerably since last spring. His style of clothes, those earrings, even his walk and general mannerisms seemed different, somehow. Della had always been attracted to her employer, but since last spring, well, she just wanted to walk into his office, strip off her clothes, and sit on his desk so that he could eat her pussy before she demanded that he fuck her again and again.

He was married, though. That would cause unwanted complications, wouldn't it?

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Dave felt the sweat running down the back of his neck in the scorching August sun as he walked to his car. Was this really what he wanted? Well, at the moment, at least, it seemed that he had no choice in the matter. He didn't mind that, so much. Each and every time that Gina had taken him to a new level, he'd started out very reluctant, and ended up liking, no, make that loving, the results. His hand went to the ring through his navel that proclaimed he was a "SLUT." Getting that was the most frightening event he'd ever experienced, yet it had also been very intensely sexual, the way she'd dominated him so casually, making him expose his feminine side to the huge Max and his sidekick, the masculine transvestite Tracy. The memory of thier hands on him as he'd sat there in his pink panties threatened to give him an erection in the parking lot.

His mind went to the upcoming night of entertaining that woman and her husband, and his cock went soft again in his growing apprehension. What was Gina cooking up this time?

He stopped at the liquor store, and bought a couple of bottles of expensive Chianti.

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