I dreaded the knock on the door. It was the fifth of the month, and I knew exactly who it was.

No point in delaying this, I opened and looked upward. I’m not a short man, but our landlord had been a basketball player in college, and he was a good head taller than me. He gave me a stern look, “Mr. Brambles, did you happen to lose track of what day it is?”

I felt like a schoolboy being scolded by the principal. “Sorry, Frank. I know. Rent’s due.”

“Oh, you know?” I noticed he snaked his foot into the door, like he thought I was going to shut it on him. That was a bit insulting, really. “You see, I assumed you had forgotten because when I checked the deposit box this morning, your check was still not there.”

It was a burning, shameful feeling. “I’m sorry, I’ve been reaching out to some friends. We’re… short right now.”

He tapped his foot impatiently and moved further into the entrance of our home. At least it’s our home until Frank misses one too many rent checks. “Listen, I’ve been really understanding. I’ve waived the late fees…”

“I know, but it’s just that I lost my job. I’ve started a new one, but I won’t be paid for a few days,” I lied. I had been a chef, but all the restaurants around town have been closing down, pummeled by the economic downturn. Most of the small businesses I preferred working for were closed up, and I had begun the humiliating task of applying to shitty corporate places. The kind where you heat the food up from a bag and slop it onto the plate.

He held my gaze for a long time without saying anything. Like he thought if he stared me down hard enough, he could will the cash into my pocket. Finally, he sighed and his shoulders slumped. “Look, it’s not like I don’t understand. Be honest, what can you get me today?”

Sheepishly, I crunched the numbers in my head. Figuring out cheap we could live until Aster’s next payday. It will be a lot of cup ramen, but it’s better than being homeless. “We’re three hundred short.”

“And you and your wife can’t borrow from anyone?”

I shook my head. Our relatives were struggling as much as we were. “No, sorry.”

He gave me another long look, up and down. He peered into our apartment, and a strange smile spread across his face. “Alright, Mr. Brambles. I have an offer for you. There is a way I can provide you with a discount.”

I perked up. “Really? A discount! That would be amazing. What do we need to do? I can help around the apartment complex, I’ve got time. Do you need some landscaping done or maybe help with repairs?”

He chuckled. “No, this isn’t exactly something on the books. It’s something for me, and I’ll personally cover that three hundred. Not just now, but every month.” There was something about the way he was dancing around the issue; I knew I wasn’t going to like what he suggested.

“Alright, so what’s in it for you?”

He looked around before stepping inside completely and shutting my door. My hackles were raised, having a near stranger pretty much barge inside. Or maybe it was the way he made me feel small. “Here’s the deal. I want your check tonight.” He walked inside and studied a picture on the wall, my wedding photo with Aster. “And I want a pretty woman to deliver it, and I want them to get on their knees and suck my cock.”

My chest tightened. I felt a vein in my forehead bulge, and a wave of white hot anger washed over me. My wife!? How fucking dare he even suggest it! I puffed out my chest, lifted myself up on my toes, and pointed my finger up into his face. “Now you listen here, you piece of predatory shit…”

“Calm down, Mr. Brambles.” He smiled, seemingly amused by my indignation.

“NO! You come into our home and even suggest my wife is going to…” His hand quickly snatched my wrist. In that moment, our relative sizes became incredibly apparent. He was so strong that I couldn’t even pull my hand back.

“Mr. Brambles, I never said your wife. I said a pretty woman!” I went still and stopped struggling. Confused, I furrowed my brow and tried to piece together his meaning.

“So what, you expect me to find you some whore?”

Another chuckle, and he licked his lips. With a jerk, he pulled my hand close to his face. “Flecks of bright pink near the cuticles.” He released his grip, and I recoiled back. Did he know? “There’s darkness around your eyes, too. Not like you’re tired. No, its like you’re not very good at washing off all the makeup.”

I didn’t realize I was stumbling away from him until my back hit the front door. He placed his hand next to my head and leaned down over me, making me feel tiny. “Wh-what are you saying.”

“Still playing?” He kicked over a pair of bright red high heels next to the door. “Most of the women’s shoes here are dainty little things. But these ones are your size, aren’t they?” I swallowed hard, no one besides Aster knew.

Until now.

I had only admitted it to her a few months ago, and she had been supportive. Even teaching me how to apply makeup and buying me some dresses from the thrift shop. I had dreamed of going out like that, but had always been too much of a coward to make it past the door.

“Listen, the way I see it is you don’t really have an option. I can start the eviction notice, or I get a check and a hummer tonight from a pretty lady. If your wife wants to do it, well she certainly is a sexy little thing. But she’s not the only one who looks good in a dress here, is she?” His hand suddenly caressed my face. I clammed up, paralyzed by his touch. “You can be a pretty lady, can’t you?”

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“What a fucker?!” Aster was dragging a baseball bat around the apartment, as she often did when she was in a fit of rage. “That’s fucking illegal! That’s sexual extortion! We have fucking rights, you know!”

I kept making sure I was between her and the closet wall, worried that in her anger, she might see fit to leave Frank her answer in the form of a gaping hole in the plaster. “Aster, you’re not listening.”

Suddenly her anger shifted and she gave me a look dripping with spite. “Wait, you’re considering it? You think that I would go and suck the landlord’s cock?”

“No! No, of course not. I was ready to hit him when I thought that’s what he meant!”

She slowed down and took a moment to take in what I said. “Wait. I thought you said he wanted the rent check delivered tonight and have me go down on him? What else could he mean?”

“That’s not what I said.” I tried to speak, I could feel my cheeks burning. my pale arms had turned red with embarrassment. I could only imagine what my face looked like while I opened and shut my mouth like a dying fish while I searched for the words.

“You said he told you he wanted a woman to give him a blowjob. What else could he mean?” This time, she was gentle. She set the bat down and got closer to me. “What are you not telling me?”

“He knows.” I bit my lip, couldn’t look her in the face. “He knows about Willow.”

Her brown eyes widened. “Wait, you told him about Willow?”

I shrugged. “No, and he doesn’t know that’s what I call myself. But he figured enough of it out to indicate that the invitation was open to me as well.”

The gears in her head halted. I could see she was processing a new sensation and new information, trying to come up with a reaction. After a few moments, she nodded and picked up the bat. “Well fuck that! That motherfucker thinks my husband is the kind of gal to drop on their knees and take it just cause we’re poor?!”

I loved her dearly. She was fiery and opinionated. She was also loving and supportive in a way I had never known. She had never been one with a stagnant mind, always open to listening and refreshing her opinion as warranted. It made me feel really special how protective she was. Still, I did have to restrain her as she went for the door. “Aster, no! Calm down!”

She fought against me, and I knew I couldn’t let her out. If I did, Frank would need to worry more about the head on his neck than the one in his pants. “That fucker! The capitalist prick! He thinks just because we’re going through hard times, he can just…”

“I want to do it.” I was surprised as her that the words came out of my mouth.

She tilted her head and considered this. “Huh.” She stopped trying to leave and tapped the end of the bat against her hand. She had grown up in a house dripping with machismo, repaired the car, and made small fixes around the house. But her passion had been makeup and fashion. I supported her early when she clawed her way into the industry. And now she supported me, while I struggled to find work.

After a long silence, she had questions. “Now listen, I’m hearing one of two things. I want honesty when you tell me which one is correct.”

She held my hand softly, studying my face. I think she was worried I was about to lie. “Of course.”

“Either you feel like shit because you lost your job and think this is the only way we’ll get by. You think letting a man fuck your mouth is a price you’ll pay to keep a roof over our heads. If that’s what you’re saying, this conversation is over. I don’t care if we lose the apartment; you don’t get to do that. Not for me. We’ll figure something out.”

I was having a hard time looking her in the face. She reached up and grabbed me by the chin. Pointed my face toward her. I looked into her soft brown eyes. “Or?”

“Or, what you’re telling me is as you’ve been dressing up, you may have realized you’re bi. Frank isn’t a bad-looking guy at all. And you kind of want to suck his cock and see what it’s like. The rent is just a nice fucking incidental bonus.”

Swallowing hard, I asked, “And what if it’s the second thing? How would you feel about that… about us?”

“You sure it’s the second thing?”

I nodded again, my cheeks felt like they were on fire, and she let me look away. I gave her another sheepish nod and a weak smile.

“Hmm, well… I think that means we need to talk. We need to talk a lot. About boundaries and our relationship. About what exactly that means for us. That’s going to be a long conversation, one we don’t have time for before tonight.” She looked down at the bat, then playfully held it to her hips and started stroking it like a ridiculously large phallus. “But, I certainly don’t have a penis for you to blow. And I don’t want you to feel like there’s a part of you that you never got to explore cause you didn’t figure this out before we got married.”

I realized how turned on I was. Not just thinking about Frank. And not just imagining stepping out the door as Willow to try something I’ve always denied I wanted. It was because of Aster. My beautiful, spitfire wife was ready to bash in a man’s skull for insulting me. Or switching a dime, she let me have the freedom to understand who I am.

I pulled her in, held her tight, and kissed her red lips. Her lipstick was tacky, and her earrings clinked as she tilted her head and met my passion with her own.

“Well, let’s start figuring out what you’re gonna wear. How about that tight little green dress?”

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I stared at the door. Contemplated it. Reached for the knob, then pulled my hand back. At home, I had Aster. She was safe. I could try things out and explore. But outside could be cruel. People talked. What if I were recognized? I mean, it was about a three-minute walk to Frank’s door, but anything could happen.

I turned the knob, then pulled my hand back again. Too cowardly to open it.

“Hey, Willow. Come here.” Aster was watching me, having a bit of a laugh at my indecisiveness. I went to her, and she took me by the wrist and pulled me back toward the bedroom. She opened the closet door and pointed me to the full-length mirror we had attached to it. “Look at that pretty girl.”

She wrapped her arm around my waist, holding me but making sure not to get in the way. Aster has poured herself into my look, using the nicest makeup that was supposed to be for clients. She had fun with it, said I was like a real-life Barbie doll to play with.

I looked into the mirror. Willow stared back.

She was… beautiful. Long legs with black fishnet stockings held up by the garters that ran below the hemline.. Her forest green dress hugged her thin frame. If she bent over, you would see right up her skirt. Willow might be kind of a slut. I smiled at that thought.

I had played with some cheap wigs, but didn’t really like them. They were itchy and distracted me. And I kind of liked how Aster had styled Willow’s hair into a greased-down, red pixie cut. I had told her I wanted to look bright and dramatic, and she went all in.

My eyeshadow was laid on thick, sparkling with glitter and the same dark green as my dress. Aster had put on heavy blush, telling me how I looked innocent like that, and guys liked innocent. And the lips, those bright red lips. My face was so god damned fuckable!

“That’s you, you sexy animal.” Aster ran her hand down my firm ass and ran her fingertips around my thighs. “Look at those legs! I would fucking kill for those legs. Now, is Willow a pretty girl?”

I was blushing. “Yes.” I softened my voice, added a little breathiness to it. I was surprised how naturally it came. “Yes, I am.”

“Yeah, you are!” Aster cupped her hand and slapped me hard on the ass. “You look like a fucking smokin’ hot lady Peter Pan. Now get out there and suck a cock!”

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Frank’s eyes went wide. Then he squinted, looked hard at me. “Brambles?” He stepped awkwardly, and I realized he was adjusting himself. “I mean, Miss Brambles.”

“Willow, if you please.” I walked in with more confidence than I had ever felt in my life. That hungry, needful look as he humped me savagely with his eyes.

Frank’s age was hard to pin down, his smooth dark skin certainly gave no real hints. But his black, curly hair had a healthy dose of salt and pepper. Fifty, maybe? There was something paternal about him. With his dark eyes watching, I rubbed my thighs together, enjoying the sensation of freshly shaved legs and fishnets contrasting.

“I have something for you,” I offered him the envelope with damn near all the money we had in the world. He took it from me and tossed it on the table without even bothering to examine its contents.

“And the… supplemental payment?” He grinned as I sauntered toward him, feeling sexy as I swung my small hips in an exaggerated walk.

“Well, Frank,” I leaned against his chest and ran the tip of my fingers down the buttons of his shirt before caressing the impressive bulge in his pants. “How’s a girl supposed to service what has yet to be unleashed?”

And I gave him a squeeze, a tight handful to feel what I was working with. Touching a dick, another man’s dick. My heart fluttered as I let the feeling of being taken wash over me. His large hands pushed down on my shoulders, guiding me to drop to my knees.

The shame that my parents and our church had instilled in my heart, the disgraced feeling of wrongness. For the first time, they suddenly quieted. And I felt like I was who I was supposed to be.

“Let me get that for you, angel.” I shyly giggled when he called me that. I felt soft and sexy. And as he undid his belt, I greedily pawed at his package. As the anticipation grew, I tried to imagine what I would soon see, like a kid shaking his present before opening it. “You ever given a blowjob before, Willow?”

I licked my lips and shook my head. “You would be my first.”

He pet my head, and I nuzzled his large, rough hand. It felt good. “Take it slow, take it easy. I promise, I’ll be gentle.”

He unfastened his button and lowered the zipper, but I couldn’t wait. Take it slow? Gentle? Had he forgotten that underneath those lacy black panties I had a cock? I had asked Aster how to give a good blowjob. Her words rang in my head. “How the fuck would I know that any better than you. Blow him like you’ve always wanted me to do it, but never asked.”

Fuck I loved her.

I hooked my fingers down his waistband and pulled down. Frank’s cock was glorious. Large, not monstrous. I would say delightfully proportional to his large frame. And I’m not sure if it’s my inexperience with black dick or if he was just that excited, but the swollen member was almost a deep purple. The head was wet with the cum I had earned from looks alone.

“You like what you see?” He was smirking but spoke with a desperate tremble in his voice.

I pressed my face against his thigh, reached up and lightly pinched the root between to fingers. A breathy sigh of exuberance found its way out of my lungs as I examined it. “This is perfect,” I said without taking my eyes off it. I ran my pinky finger down a prominent bulging vein. Then I cupped his balls in my hand and lifted slightly, enjoying the weight and textures of wrinkled, thick skin and abrasive curly hairs.

“You’re not getting shy, are you, Willow? Does it frighten you?” He said with a hopeful tone.

This was pushing it. Girlishly giggling, I looked up into his stunned face. “You think I’m scared? I was just enjoying the moment. Don’t ruin this for me by making it silly.” I firmly grasped his shaft and brought my lips to the tip, looking up and making sure I had his eyes.

“Oh… fuck!” His large hand rested on the top of my head as I dragged my lips down.

Down.

Down.

And finally, opening my mouth wide and enveloping his sack in my hot, wet mouth. I pushed the meat of my tongue up into his flesh till I could feel the lump of his testicles rolling around as I gently sucked. His cock spasmed above me, and a splash of precum spurted into the air like an erupting volcano.

It landed on my forehead, just below the roots of my hair. I felt it running down my face as another spurt shot past me onto his rug. Satisfied with the opening act, I figured it was time for the real show. I opened my mouth and let his balls spill out, glistening with my slobber. And I raised myself up, the tip of my tongue teasing his shaft as I tilted his cock toward me.

Frank’s mouth hung open, and his dark eyes were turning glassy from not blinking. I gave him a sly wink.

“Willow.” He whispered my name in the same way a priest invokes God for mercy.

I wrapped my lips around his head and sucked hard, his fingernails digging into my scalp and his knees wobbling as he gasped. I bobbed my head down lower and lower, taking more in. Eyes open and upward. I understood why some girls might close their eyes. Maybe it helps them concentrate on what they are doing. But I fed off the worship in his face. I circled my tongue around his head, threatening him with the scraping of my teeth.

“F-f-fuck!” He closed his eyes.

I released his dick, scolding him sternly. “NO! Eyes on me. I’m pretty, I want to be watched.” He choked on his breath and returned his gaze downward. “Good boy.”

I pushed myself down hard, wanting to experience what it felt like to have my throat entered. I gagged as I forced my lips lower. His cock appreciatively twitched and jerked upward. My first taste of cum in earnest, sticky and filling my mouth with a slightly salty taste that reminded me of cardamom.

And I liked the sensation. The gagging and the cum. It flooded my body with a floating sensation as I pushed myself. I wanted to see if I could do it, if I could get my lips all the way down. Frank gasped and stumbled back, leaning against the wall. I realized his entire body was shaking as he tried to hold back his inevitable orgasm from the onslaught of my attentions.

But even as he struggled to make himself last, he was happy to help with my unsaid goal. The hand on the back of my head started pulling me deeper, my lipstick smearing his shaft with red, as I inched closer and closer. I realized we were both moaning. Frank, in a deep rumble. Myself, high pitched and louder than I had ever been during sex. He swelled and pushed down hard on my head. And finally, barely, the top of my lip brushed the skin slightly above his dick.

Oh, it was over too quickly. But what a way to end!

An explosion near the back of my throat. The convulsing cock pumped my mouth full as he let go of my head to cup his hand over his mouth, muffling the pleasured screaming of my name. I opened my throat and let his ropes of sex pump down into my belly. I realized the entire sensation made me dizzy, and I pulled back and let the rest of his cum splash over my lips.

It ran down my chin.

And I played with it as it dripped down my neck.

He panted with a carnal satisfaction that spread into a contented grin. I opened my mouth, let another spasm of cum shoot into my mouth. I stuck out my tongue to show it to Frank, then closed my mouth and swallowed. Again, I displayed my now clean tongue.

“Good girl, Willow. Fuck.” He shook his head in disbelief. “Fuck, you’re a good girl.”

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“That didn’t take long,” Aster said with a knowing smile. “Not even gone twenty minutes.”

I could feel myself blushing. “I think I’m really good at giving head. He came so quickly, and so much!”

Aster laughed and looked me over. She reached forward and wiped some of the cum I had missed from under my chin. “How could he? Look at you!”

I giggled and bit my bare lip, the red all worn off on Frank.

Then my sweet wife rose up on her toes and kissed me. “So, I did your hair and makeup. I supported you through all this. Now what’s a girl gotta do to get fucked by some hot lady boy dick?”

Taking me by the hand, she pulled me into the bedroom.