Still lying cum-covered on the floor, trying to catch my breath, still unable to see completely with cum smeared across my face and eyes, I felt somone reach for my hand and lift me up to my feet. Which one of the boys it was, I couldn't tell. Another one handed me a hot weat towel in my other hand, like it had come out of one of those steamer bins at salon. I wiped just enough of my eyes clean that I could see which way to a pair of restroom doors at the back of the room. I gently and carefully walked and entered the one with an hour glass figure on it that said "Women."

The light was on and bright and the sound of my heels clicking against the bathroom tile was only riveled by the humming buzz of the florecent light above. I walked over to the mirror over the sink and took a look at myself.

I was a wreck. Hair disheveled (though surprisingly still firmly attached to my head), my eye shadow smuged and my eye liner dripping slightly down my cheek. My lipstick smeared and glaze of slow drying seman across my face and neck. The top of my dress torn open, but not ripped, and trails and drops of cum drying on my bra, chest, and tummy. My legs were weak and the uncomfortable reminder that three men with thick manhoods just ran through my ass resonated at my center. I took the towel and wiped the rest of the cum off my face and neck. I tried to get it off my bra, but it had already dried. I washed my hands, they smelled of saliva and a sticky residue of sweat and seman was all over them. I adjusted my dress and fixed the top part back to normal. I reached for my handback and pulled out a brush and ran it through my hair. I adjusted my make up and reapplied lipstick to bring my face back to the way it was.

I stood for a moment, looking at her in the mirror. I felt disconnected in a way. I knew who I was when I woke up this morning, but this woman looking back at me wasn't it. I couldn't stop staring at her though. She was beatufiul, feminine, and sexy. She did look a little tired and slightly worn, but that had to be expected. I loved her though. I loved every inch I saw. I looked down at myself and my body and the connection of who that girl was in the mirror and who I was became real. That was me, whether I recognized it or not, I was Amanda. Looking down at my body, it occured to me the usually obvious bulge in my panties was much smaller than normal and I realized that despite just having the most epic, most erotic, and sluttiest sex I had ever had in my life just now, I never got very hard and never came. That was surprising. Each time I had been with William previously, I had gotten as stiff as he was and usually creamed my panties toward the end as well. Every time I practiced at home with my little frineds, I always came as well.

The pill. The pill he put in my gift box. The pill I swallowed without hesitation. It was estrogen. I mean, let's be honest, I think I probably knew what it was before hand. I didn't expect the effects to be felt so quickly though. Within a matter of hours it had tamed my little bulge into something far more acceptable for a girl. It was still sensitive to touch and I think if I really tried to massage it or rub it, I could get it hard enough to cum again. But somehow that didn't matter as much. The drive to just "cum" seems to be an aggressively masculine one. That certainly wasn't me anymore. I was the one to be desired, to evoke that desire from a man now. That is a powerful and seductive feeling. If I came or not didn't seem to matter, as long as I could bring him to that point of climax gave me all the euphoric feelings I could want. With this new found feeling of femininity and seduction, I lifted my chest and stuck my tits out. I drooped my eyes slightly and puckered my full pouty lips again. I turned and walked out of the restroom a whole new woman.

When I entered the room again, the boys had clean themselves up and gotten back dressed. Fresh cigar smoke was hanging in the air and they were back to conversations about money, as if nothing had happened. Like, they all three had just seen each other in their most intimate and vulnerable ways, and now, with cigars and old fashion cocktails in hand, you couldn't even tell the debauchary that had just taken place in this room. It left a little smirk on my face as I sauntered back to them and sat gracefully on the sofa next to William. I sat with my legs crossed, then my knees together, then crossed again for what felt like an hour. Meanwhile the boys just went on and on, with the occasional sheepish smile and nod at my direction. William then stood and took me by the hand. I stood next to him. "Well, gentlemen, as fascinating as this discussion is, it is time that we be off."

Mr. Arnold lifted my hand and kissed me gently on the top of my fingers. "My dear Amanda" he started, "you are an intoxicating creature." I blushed. Sir Ian then walked over to me and gave two gentle kisses on either side of my cheaks and then a light slap on my butt, "Until next time my dear" he said. William then lead me down the dark hall and into the bar again. I was sure everyone sitting there could tell just by looking at me what we were doing in that back room. A small sense of embarrassment was probably written all over my face, but William's confidence and self-assurednes seemed to mask all of my insecurities. He opened his car door and I sat gently inside it again. I loved the smell and feeling of the leather interior. It was dark now as we drove back to my apartment....wait, he missed the turn. He's probably taking the long route....no. Didn't take that turn either. Oh my. We passed the road that would take me to my apartment and turned down a winding road with houses that looked like something out of a magazine. Big metal gates, elaborate hedges, very expensive cars in the driveway.

How was this neighborhood right around the corner from my place but I had never seen it before? We pulled into a very large white house with large black metal front doors. William parked in the driveway and walked around to open my door. He took my hand and lifted me out of the car. I didn't know where I was, probably at William's house, but I felt at ease about it. I was not concerened at all. I mean, this was the guy that just blind walked me into a gangbang about an hour ago, so maybe I should be a bit more cautious. But William had a way that just put me at ease. As we walked inside his house, it was enormous. There was what I could only assume was incredibly expensive art on the walls, abstract art statues here and there, the odd bust of some greek god in the corner. Typical rich guy stuff I guess. He walked me toward a large staircase and escorted me up them. We turned down another hall and he brought me to a room. He opened the door and lead me inside.

"This is your room Amanda" he began. "It is your space, for you, and no one else. I promise to honor your privacy if you wish. I hope it meets your comfort. If there is anything you feel is missing or you need, you can ring this bell and someone will be up to fetch it for you." This room was beautiful. I used the term "room" pretty loosely. It was bigger than my apartment. It had a queen size bed, a seperate living room or sitting room, a huge en suite bathroom with a full claw foot tub. I didn't have the words, I just looked around with my mouth open. William lifted my chin to close my mouth and then leaned in and kissed me gently on the lips.

"There is only one thing missing my dear" he said. "I noticed from our encounter earlier today, you seemed to have not 'erupted' as before." William then gently pushed against my abdomen and I had to take a few steps back. He kept pushing until my back was up against the wall. Still he pressed harder and leaned in closer. From this distance, he was completely against me and I had no where to escape. I dipped my head slightly in slight fear or anxiousness. He pressed his body aginst mine and pressed his face into the side of mine. He breathed deeply into my ear and his hot breath blowed around the nape of my neck and the front of my throat. His first hand still pressing against my abdomen, his other started at my face and slid down the side of my body to the top of my thighs. He reached down to lift up the bottom of my dressed and slid his hand up between my thighs. He forcefully grabbed my bulge in my panties and pulled it roughly. I winced in pain and cried silently. He massaged it more, his large firm hand squeezing it from soft to fuller and slightly harder. I breathed heavily and moaned and he pulled at my bulge more and more. He bit the side of my neck and my ear. His body pressend hard against my soft feminine frame and he tugged and rubbed my now quite firm bulge. I tried to grip the wall for stability, but then draped my hands over his shoulders. I lifted one leg slightly to provide him better access and that brought our bodies even closer together again. So much so I could feel his bulge pressing aginst me. I grinded my hips into it as he aggressively pulled at my bulge more. I felt my legs shake and body being to tremble. I gripped his shoulds tightly and moaned in his ear. With another hard pull I felt the wave of euphoria rush up my body from my center as the splurge of cum erupted in my panties. I moaned more and grinded my hips into him harder. It felt so good, so good that I ached for him inside me again. I pressed my breasts hard into his chest and bit at his ear as I moaned again. William chuckled a little at my vulnerability, "that's better dear" he said.

He slowly backed away from me and kissed me softly on the cheak. "Good night my dear" he said as he walked out of the door. I hadn't moved. I was still backed against the wall, bracing myself as my legs still visibly and uncontrollably shook. I leaned my head back against the wall and closed my eyes. God I love being a woman.