New Slut at Work

By Lilith Goode

She’s a girl who used to be a boy, one who dates a boy who used to be her best friend but is now her Master, a girl who doesn’t like to dance but just got a job as a stripper, one who never liked sex with her ex-girlfriend when she was the boy but who can’t get enough of it now that she’s the girl, a person who is shy and introverted by nature but gets off on people seeing her naked or having sex in public, and one who doesn’t want her friends to find out about her secret life but loves making sex videos and dreams about having them released for the whole world to watch. She’s a total hot mess, and she’s loving every minute of it!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lilith Goode
• Release date: May 9, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215112571

Lilith Goode

I was born in Fort Lauderdale, Florida back before it became a parking lot running from Miami to Palm Beach. In an attempt to escape my five and a half million neighbors, cockroaches, and hurricanes, I moved to Sault Ste. Marie, Michigan, which lies on the Canadian border in Michigan's upper peninsula, in the mistaken belief that anyplace located on a large body of water would have a lot of seafood restaurants. Not being much of a sports person, I missed the somewhat obvious correlation that in order to have seafood restaurants, the body of water has to be an ocean and not a lake.My writing career, such as it is, began when my computer tragically died at a very young age. As background, I should tell you I've long been a fan of Hentai, which is basically anime styled porn, and my favorite meme is where a sweet and virginal young girl has her first sexual encounter and immediately turns into a stark, raving nymphomaniac.When my computer went to computer hell (Seattle, Washington) I had just finished reading an article describing how Japanese anime is influencing Western drawing styles and memes more and more, and had also just finished reading several of Adam Warren's 'Empowered' comics, (which, if you haven't already, you should definitely check out).Suddenly having lots of free time on my hands, (if you want to spark your creative juices I strongly suggest trashing your computer) I began to wonder what a story done in my favorite hentai meme (nymphomaniac, remember?) would be like.I envisioned a young virgin who, on her eighteenth birthday, dreams of a sexual encounter with a stranger and who, upon awakening, realizes it wasn't a dream. Following which, naturally, she turns into a sex-crazed maniac.At first that was the extent of it, but as time went on I kept thinking about what, exactly, that would entail, and finally had to write it down so I could keep track of it.That story has gone through many changes, and I'm still not ready to publish it, although I hope to someday, but it got me interested in writing. (I did recently publish the opening scene in a collection of short stories called "Pretty Little Sluts" as a bonus feature if you'd like to check it out.) Since my favorite subject is sex, I naturally turned to erotica.(I've been told that what I write isn't strictly erotica, as apparently my stories come with too much of something called 'plot.' I considered toning the sex down so I could sell them as straightforward fiction, but what fun would that be?)And I'm sorry, but I don't see the point in writing if you don't tell a story, so you'll just have to suffer through the myriad adventures my girls and gurls encounter as they bounce from one bed to another. Or the couch, desk, floor etc... I'm still trying to figure out how to write a sex scene on the ceiling, although I've come pretty close to it with Dove.Most of my early works were either centered around sexually 'enthusiastic' girls, or a little later, BBC loving ones, but for some time now I've been interested in trans girls. I blame Supergirl, and the lovely and talented young trans actress who was featured on that show. Because, let's face it, if I'm fascinated by the thought of a young girl transitioning from a virgin to a sex maniac after her first time, then the idea of a boy who does the same thing, sacrificing not only his 'cherry' but his male identity, is positively irresistible.(A friend once told me I was contrary. I argued with them, of course, but they have a point. I love stories or characterizations that challenge the rules or norms of society. What can I say? I'm just a troll at heart.)So, along with my usual fare, you'll find a lot of my more recent works feature sissies or trans girls. If you're not into that sort of thing, make sure you check my categorizations. Don't worry, you'll still find lots of sweet young nymphomaniacs and hot interracial sex among my other works.As always, I would be greatly appreciative of any feedback regarding my writing style that anyone would care to share with me, either directly at [e-mail] or by posting reviews of my works on-line wherever you purchased your edition. Also, good news for all you people out there who, like me, love free stuff. I'm not getting any younger, and I like the idea of people reading my books after I'm gone, so I've decided to make all of them free from now on, including any future ones. I've got about four I'm trying to finish up before that final visitor shows up knocking on my door, (including a cute takeoff on Grimms' Fairy Tales that I hope to have out in a couple of weeks) so keep an eye out for them. I'm not exactly clear on how it works, but I think if you either sign up for alerts or 'favorite' me you'll get notified when I publish something new, so you might want to do one or both of those things if you haven't already.XOXO,Lilith

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New Slut At Work

Copyright 2023 Lilith Goode

Published by Lilith Goode at Smashwords

This book contains scenes of an adult nature, including graphic sexual scenes, scenes depicting drug use, and obscene language. No one under the age of eighteen should purchase or read this book. All characters in this work are eighteen years of age or older.

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ISBN: 9798215112571

She’s a girl who used to be a boy, one who dates a boy who used to be her best friend but is now her Master, a girl who doesn’t like to dance but just got a job as a stripper, one who never liked sex with her ex-girlfriend when she was the boy but who can’t get enough of it now that she’s the girl, a person who is shy and introverted by nature but gets off on people seeing her naked or having sex in public, and one who doesn’t want her friends to find out about her secret life but loves making sex videos and dreams about having them released for the whole world to watch. She’s a total hot mess, and she’s loving every minute of it!

New Slut At Work

Blow me.

I looked over at Josh and smiled. He had a real thing for having me suck his cock while he was driving. I thought he liked the idea that people could see us. For one thing, if it was dark out he always turned the inside light on in the car to make it easier for them.

I didn’t complain because I liked it, too. It always turned me on when I heard a car or truck horn blaring next to us and I knew someone was getting a prime peek at my naked rear end sticking up behind me, almost pressing into the passenger side window as my head was bob bob bobbin’ up and down. Which reminded me.

Should I get undressed, Master?

He grinned at me, which I really wished he wouldn’t do. Not because I minded him smiling at me, but because I preferred that he keep his eyes on the road. Josh likes to take chances. I don’t, but I’m beginning to learn that I like it when other people make the decision for me. I knew I was an introvert before all this started. What I hadn’t realized was that I was also subservient. I needed someone to tell me what to do, to reward me when I was good and punish me when I was bad.

It took me a little while to figure it all out, but I finally decided that I was afraid of taking risks on my own, so I needed someone to order me to. That way I could tell myself I didn’t have a choice, that the decision had been beyond my control.

Josh is my Master, at least some of the time. We have a rule. Whenever I’m wearing the pink dog collar he bought me I have to do whatever he tells me to. Without arguing, without questioning his order, other than for clarification, without hesitation, and without any conditions attached. No exceptions.

I took his grin to be a yes. It had been mostly a rhetorical question, anyway. Every time he’d told me to blow him in the car he had always made me get naked first. Still, I thought I should ask. Asking permission before doing things was sort of expected behavior for a sub, which I’d learned people like me are called. It’s short for submissive.

I was still learning the rules of the game. There were a lot of them that all boiled down to one big one. Obey your Master.

I’d learned a lot since the night that Josh first told me he wanted to fuck me. It had taken me by surprise, because we’d been friends for years and I’d never suspected he felt that way towards me. Oh, yeah. And because we’re both guys.

Mostly what I’d learned was how much I liked it when he fucked me. Or when I sucked his cock. And not only him. I loved having sex with any man. So far there had only been two others, but I was hopeful. Like they say, the day is young and so am I. Josh didn’t mind me fucking other guys. He liked filming it. I was ambivalent about that, because I was still very much in the closet and didn’t want my friends and family and, most of all, my ex-girlfriend Sandy to find out I was a girl now, at least on the weekends, but I also loved making the sex videos or having Josh take pictures of me naked, and part of me wanted the whole world to see me sucking some huge cock or getting fucked by it. Especially if it was a big black cock, which I’d discovered I have something of a thing for.

Which was kind of amazing, since the first time I’d tried to have sex with Josh it had been a disaster. He claimed I’d run off screaming at the sight of his cock. I hadn’t run, and I didn’t scream, but I had left pretty quickly. But then I discovered the MTF 2.0 pills, that give me a girl’s body, mostly, and things had taken a radical change for the better. It turned out I loved having sex with men as long as I was a girl, or nearly one. I take the pills every weekend, and they give me big tits and a tiny, limp sissy clit, otherwise known as a dick, among other improvements.

I was wearing my favorite outfit, an extremely abbreviated pair of white shorts trimmed in pink that is skimpier than many bikini bottoms. It barely concealed even my diminished penis and left about an inch of butt crack poking up past the hip band in the rear, and had a matching pouch bikini style top that only just contained my oversized, for my petite frame, breasts.

I reached up and untied my top before shimmying out of my shorts. Once I was naked except for the pink and white platform shoes I was wearing, I positioned myself on my hands and knees with my face above Josh’s crotch as I began getting his cock out of his jeans. He slid one hand down my back and began teasing my asshole while I worked.

After I’d freed it, I gave the tip a kiss and then began dabbing at it with tiny flicks of my extended tongue, twisting my head sideways so I could tickle the most sensitive spot, the frenulum, located just below the crown on the underside of the shaft.

I gave it a few licks from top to bottom to get it nice and wet, and then opened my mouth and wrapped my lips around his shaft just below the crown. I began sucking it while moving my