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To Catch A Starlet 2 part 5
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To Catch a Starlet 2: Nelson's Revenge. Chapter V: A Tough Proposal
When I finished re-covering my hot body, I met the GenTex man outside the
dressing room. I could tell that he still the image of my nearly-naked body
burned into his mind.
"Hi, my name's Peter. Donna, what did you have in mind for tonight?"
"I..." I was living a lie. I had presented myself to him as a hot college
nymphomaniac when I was, in fact, looking to return to my former state. "I
wanted to spend the night with you."
"'Making love' must sound so empty to you, Donna. Come on, we'll go to my
apartment for a drink," he said. I was so surprised by this smooth response,
especially from someone who stuttered so much when I pressed my body against
him earlier.
"Yeah, O.K. I like that."
For a genetics engineer, Peter had a rich apartment. He led me through a
well-furnished living room and up the stairs to a beautiful bedroom with a
revolving waterbed. He asked me to take off everything except the G-string,
then lay on the waterbed. In the meantime, he went to the bathroom.
He came out totally naked, with a bottle of Dom Perignon and one champagne
glass. He said, "Tonight, I'd like to celebrate the divorce of my wife. She
set me free in search of a woman who could satisfy my sexual appetite."
"Oh, and I am that woman? How come you only have one glass? Toasting to
yourself?" I asked, with a prying smile, as he poured that glass.
"Spread your legs, Donna."
I did so, wondering what he had in store. He put my legs over his shoulders,
then inserted the index and middle fingers between my pussy-lips. He spread
them open, then poured some Dom Perignon into my love-box! That was the
"second champagne glass"! I squirmed and moaned like crazy when the wine first
hit the back of my pussy. He took his fingers out and kept a warm hand over my
pussy-lips, and while that was intended to stop the champagne from bursting
back out of me, it also aroused me so much more.
"Here's to the start of a beautiful relationship," he said as he touched the
glass against my pussy. Then he went and began to suck on it. The combination
of the fizzing inside me and his giving head made me go ballistic, even more
so than when I (as Marty) sucked Kellie's cookie basket. My orgasm seemed to
last so long, and I felt like it would last forever and I wouldn't cum. Then I
did, it felt like a hurricane! I wondered how it must have tasted, the finest
champagne mixed with Kellie-Bellie's feminine ejaculation.
After this orgasm subsided, he crawled up to my side and said, "Oh, Donna,
you make champagne taste so exquisite!" He gave me the glass of champagne, and
I drank it. We each had another glass, and during this, he rubbed my breasts
with his feet! I decided to return the favor by gently rubbing his dick and
balls with one of my feet.
Now I, in trying to talk to him about the stupid "Sex Change in a Needle,"
was drunk and under his power. He embraced me, my breasts pressed so hard
against his chest, and kissed my neck and lips. I wanted to take control so
badly, so I kissed him really deeply. But that didn't stop him from staying in
control. He kept trying to thrust inside me, and each time he kept missing
because he couldn't see. I was so afraid of getting pregnant now--after all,
if I did, I might be stuck as Kellie/Donna for another 9 months--if not more!
He still held me so tightly, and the only thing I could do to stop him was to
keep my legs together. But he put one of his legs between them, so I couldn't
even do that!
Then he did thrust inside me. I cried, "Stop," and he pulled out.
"Why? I thought you were enjoying this," he said in amazement.
"I have to tell you the truth, Peter. I'm not Donna," I whispered.
"Well, a lot of strippers have stage names. But not amateurs. Am I wrong,
Donna?"
"I was changed into Donna through the GenTex genetic alteration process.
Please, understand, I stripped for you and took you home because the bouncer
wouldn't let me talk to you."
"Donna, I'm so sorry. But I told Alan to call here at midnight. You had a
decision to make about stripping next week for the grand prize. And even if
you wanted to change back now, you can't for another 3 weeks."
Nelson was telling the truth! I decided right then to let midnight come and
tell Alan I was coming back. I would have to live inside Kellie Martin's body
and talk with her voice for the next 20 days.
Peter continued, "It's so hard to imagine you as a man. Why don't you stay
with me for the next three weeks, and I can say you're an illegal alien and
marry you! You've been such a good woman to me, Donna. I don't want to let you
go."
My mouth gaped open. This was one plan that seemed impossible to crack. This
day had seen me turn into Kellie Martin, get my pussy fucked and my ass sucked
by Nelson, give him a combination blow job/hand job, then I strip almost
everything at a strip club, then the guy who helped turn me into Kellie drinks
champagne out of my cookie basket! Now he wants to marry me and have Marty
Coolidge wiped off the face of the earth! Personally, I had to weigh things
out--after all, it took my 20 years to lose my male virginity but just one day
to lose it as Kellie Martin.
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