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Becoming a Hermaphrodite

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Chapter 57

Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 57 - I never set out to become a hedonistic, promiscuous hermaphrodite, but once it happened, I embraced every inch of the change without a single regret.

Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   Fa/Fa   Mult   Consensual   Romantic   Lesbian   BiSexual   Heterosexual   Hermaphrodite   Futanari   Slut Wife   Incest   Mother   Father   Daughter   Spanking   Group Sex   Anal Sex   Analingus   Cream Pie   Double Penetration   First   Facial   Masturbation   Oral Sex   Sex Toys   Squirting   Water Sports   Transformation   AI Generated  

Coming Clean with Nick - Monday, April 6, Evening

My phone rang just after lunch. Emily’s voice came through breathless and tight. “Mistress, I need to come clean with Nick tonight. Can I do it at your house? Will you be there with me?”

I leaned back in my office chair, already smiling. “Of course, sweetheart. After supper. We’ll be waiting.”

The rest of the day dragged. I left work, worked out and showered with David, and we ate a quick meal together before settling on the living room couch. I wore a simple black blouse and skirt; David stayed in his work shirt and slacks. We kept the lights low and the mood calm. Emily came out of the bedroom dressed as usual, black lace top thigh highs, spike heels, a gold necklace, and a black choker.

I asked gently, “Is this how you want to be dressed for this?”

She quietly answered, “Yes. In for a penny; in for a pound.”

As we waited for Nick, she looked pale and kept twisting her glittery gold nails together. “I’m so nervous, Mistress,” she whispered, kneeling at my feet. I stroked her hair slowly, letting my fingers trail through the soft strands while she pressed her cheek to my knee.

The doorbell rang at eight. Emily jumped up, tugged at her stockings, and hurried to answer. We heard Nick’s voice in the hallway. “Where are your clothes?”

“Come into the living room,” Emily answered, voice shaking. “We need to talk.”

Nick stepped in wearing jeans and a fitted tee. He paused when he saw David and me on the couch, then took the armchair across from us. Emily returned to her spot at my feet, turning her head so she could look at either of us. I kept stroking her hair the entire time.

She took a shaky breath. “Nick ... Mary is my mistress. I’m her pet. I love what we have, but I also want to be your girlfriend.”

Nick’s eyebrows lifted. “What do you mean by pet?”

Emily swallowed. “When I’m with Mistress and David I do what they tell me. I wear what they want, I serve them, I let them use my body however they like. They fuck me, they cum inside me, they share me with others sometimes. I call her Mistress and I call him Sir. It’s not slavery—I can stop anytime—but I don’t want to stop. It makes me feel safe and wanted and filthy in the best way.”

She glanced up at me, then back at Nick. “Do you understand?”

“I’m not sure,” Nick said quietly. “Will your mistress let you be my girlfriend?”

I answered before Emily could. “She’s free to do whatever she wants when she’s not serving me. She’s not my slave.”

Emily looked back up at Nick, “Will you have me as a girlfriend?”

“And you’ll still be her sla ... pet?”

Emily’s voice cracked. “Yes. I love being Mistress’s pet and I don’t want to stop, but I think I’d love being your girlfriend too. Will you try with me?”

Nick stood and walked over to her. Emily trembled as he towered above her. He reached down, took both her hands, and gently pulled her to her feet. “I don’t completely understand your relationship with Mary and David,” he said, “but it clearly makes you happy, so that makes me happy. It would also make me happy to be your boyfriend.”

Emily squealed, threw her arms around his neck, and kissed him hard. Then she dropped to her knees in front of me, hugging my legs. “I have a boyfriend, Mistress!”

“I know, sweetheart,” I said, stroking her hair. “He’s a good man. Take care of him. Congratulations.”

Emily turned, unzipped Nick’s jeans, and pulled his cock free. She wrapped her lips around the head and started sucking with wet, eager sounds. I turned to David, opened his fly, and took his cock into my mouth at the same time. We worked side by side on the carpet, each of us on our knees.

After a few minutes Emily looked up at Nick. “Please fuck me, boyfriend.”

 
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