Belinda rolled her eyes and sighed. "The sissy schoolgirl act isn't going to work anymore. You're twenty-four years old. If you want to be a woman, you need to start behaving like one."

Instead of arguing, I slid to my knees on the floor and grabbed the hem of her tight fitting, sky blue dress. Belinda offered no resistance as I pulled it up over her silk stockinged legs, exposing her pink garter belt and matching panties. I sucked the soft silk and felt her cock stiffen against my lips. The Brazilian babe was still poised to spit thunder, but I knew what she needed to pacify her rage, at least temporarily.

I worked her cock free of her panties, gripped it in my right fist and raised it to my lips. Belinda hated to surrender so easily, but even her most righteous rage was no match for my expert mouth. All she could do was shudder helplessly and moan softly, as I wrapped my pink glossed lips around her thick, fat brown fuckpole and squeezed the shaven sac of her balls.

She grabbed a fistful of my long blonde hair and fucked my tonsils. I tugged my cock from my black lace panties with my free hand and wrapped my fist around my hard-on.

Belinda climaxed first, shooting her thick, creamy mess straight down my throat. I wiped the overflow from the corners of my mouth with my fingers and licked them clean, before standing up. Her hand replaced mine on my cock and I squeezed her breasts through her dress as she completed the task in a businesslike fashion, milking my cum over her hand and her own cock and balls.

"Oh darling, you're so special!" I sighed, as I cleaned up my mess with my tongue. "Let's go to bed right now."

"You have a mess to clean up and your future to consider," she replied, her voice suddenly businesslike again. "I have a date. What just happened changes nothing, Sammi. There's an e-mail from a friend of mine in your inbox. If you're serious about becoming anything other than a sad bum in a dress, I suggest you contact her."

Belinda had already offered me leads for countless dead-end jobs. It seemed to genuinely surprise her to find that I would sooner die than work in some environment where I would be expected to dress and act like a 'real man'. If I had to earn a living, I should at least do so on my own terms, whilst remaining true to myself.

I checked my inbox. This opportunity looked like something genuinely different. I could be slutty Sammi and still make a living.