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Date: Thu, 15 Jul 2004 01:05:00 -0700 (PDT)
From: Marcia Fredricks <marcia_fredricks@yahoo.com>
Subject: Natalie's Business Chapter 1 and preview of chapter 2
Chapter 1 - The Pick Up
New York in 1975 was a great place to live. Sex was everywhere. I'm not
saying I was a great stud. I'm slightly built and there was plenty of
competition from tall, well-built, stylish Yuppies. But I still did all
right with the ladies. I got my fair share of pussy. If it wasn't pussy you
were after, there was even more sex available. I was straight - but my
roommate wasn't. I shared an apartment with my gay cousin. Tommy got sex
whenever he wanted. If he decided he was horney, any time of the day or
night, all he had to do was go to the gay bookstore, movies, or baths and
he could get laid or a blow-job. I was a bit jealous. I didn't want to be
gay. But one thing was certain. If I had been gay, I wouldn't have spent
weekend nights in pick-up bars squandering my meager pay on drinks for
cock-teasing girls.
I didn't mind living with a gay man. Tommy was my age. We had grown up
together. This was the first time on our own after college for both of
us. We had a large two-bedroom apartment and what went on behind closed
doors was no problem. Tommy's friends were cool and quit hitting on me when
they were told I was straight and intended to stay that way. Also, my
brother was gay. So I was comfortable in their company. I had no problem
hanging with them.
One Friday night my brother Jay came over. He, Tommy, and I had several
drinks and they convinced me to go out with them before I hit my usual
singles spot. They wanted to go to a gay bar. I argued against it for a
while but finally gave in. Twenty minutes later we were sipping our first
round at a table in a very straight looking gay bar. There were more men
than women there, but the women that were there, were extremely good
looking. A steady stream of men came and went from our table. Jay and Tommy
flirted while I made it clear that I wasn't interested. Every one was fine
with my choice. They chatted politely and left happily. It was a relaxed
atmosphere - different than I was used to in the normal meat market
atmosphere of singles bars. I felt comfortable, so I stayed. Beside, I had
my eye on a woman that had come in and sat at the bar about an hour after
we had arrived. She was stunning.
I had always had a crush on Natalie Wood - the actress. This woman was her
double. After looking at a woman's face, I always check the feet next. I
want to see what style of shoes she's wearing. Sometimes I check the shoes
even before her face. This one thrilled me. She had on black high heel
pumps that were at least four inches. She also had on black stockings and a
tight black mini-dress. She was showing a lot of very choice leg. Her dress
was backless with a scoop neck, bare shoulders and long sleeves. I was
mesmerized.
Over the course of the next two hours she sat alone. Not that people didn't
approach her - both men and women - she simply shooed them away very
quickly. I didn't understand why she was there. She just sat there all
alone, ignoring her surroundings, sipping wine and refusing all comers.
Finally, Tommy and Jay had made their pick ups. Both were ready to leave
and were surprised when I told them I planned to stay. I nodded toward the
stunning woman at the bar. Neither one knew her. They wished me luck and
left. I meandered to the bar and stood between her an empty stool.
"I'm Marshall", I said to her, "can I buy you a drink?"
She lifted her glass and twirled the red liquid inside - showing me she
didn't need another. I turned to go but she stopped me by grabbing my
sleeve.
"Don't go," she purred. "I'll be ready for another in a few minutes."
I smiled broadly and sat on the stool that so many had failed to occupy
before. The bartender stepped up and gave me a knowing grin. I ordered my
drink. When he left, the woman turned to me. We gazed into each other's
eyes.
"My name is Natalie," she said and my jaw dropped. "I know. You had a crush
on Natalie Wood", she said. I nodded my head.
"So many men do."
"You could be her twin," I stated the obvious.
"I'm so pleased you think so".
We chatted a bit more. Then she waggled her empty glass
"I'm ready," she said. I motioned for the bar tender.
"Do a shot with me?" Natalie asked.
"Sure. Shot of what?"
"Anything."
I ordered two shots of scotch.
"I have a theory about drinking shots," she confided.
When I asked what the theory was, she put a hand on my thigh and said,
"You'll find out later."
The drinks arrived. We lifted the thick glasses and Natalie whispered
something to herself that I couldn't make out but I'm certain she referred
to me and to openness to new things. We tapped our glasses and downed the
shots. Natalie slammed her's down on the bar, grabbed me behind the neck
and forcefully pulled my face to hers. It was a passionate kiss; deep,
long, hard, and desperate. I usual avoid public displays, but I was
delirious. Our tongues danced and we pulled together tighter. Our kiss
seemed to last for hours and when it ended every person in the bar was
staring at us.
"I'm ready to go," Natalie said softly.
I paid the bill and followed her out into the night.
"My place is just around the corner," she said.
On the street in front of her building, she asked me to kiss her
again. This time, as our tongues mingled, we pressed our bodies
together. Her breasts pressed against me and my cock stiffened. I felt her
hand on my ass pulling me closer. I ground my cock against her, placed my
hand on her ass and squeezed gently. She cooed.
"Why me," I asked when we took a breath. "You shot down everyone else all
night long. I didn't think I had a chance with you."
She took my hand and led me up the steps of her brownstone.
"Silly boy," she scolded. I knew you were the right one the first moment I
saw you. I was going to tackle you if you didn't stop on your way out."
Inside the apartment, Natalie pointed to her liquor. "Pour some more
shots," she ordered. I did as I was told. After we drank, Natalie repeated
her whispered toast.
What's that?" I asked.
"It's a kind of prayer."
She stepped closer and took the glass from my hand. She placed it on a
table and wrapped her arms around me.
"I'm praying that you are a man who's kind," she trailed off as she kissed
me lightly on the lips, "understanding," more kisses, "willing to try new
things," she nibbled my neck, "generous," she pushed me back gently until
my legs touched a sofa, "horny as hell," she guided me down and lay on top
of me, "and will fuck all night."
She slithered her way up my body until she straddled my crotch.
"Are you ready for me?" she was nearly growling.
I was barely able to answer.
"Yes."
Natalie opened my belt and unzipped my jeans. She tugged my pants down. My
underwear slid off with the jeans. She grabbed my stiff cock and began an
amazing blowjob. Her red lips slid up and down my shaft and she sucked like
there was more scotch inside. She licked my balls and teased me with both
tongue and fingers in that wonderful spot between balls and asshole. She
kneaded my ass cheeks and spread them. Still sucking my rod, she fingered
my asshole. I guessed that was one of the new things she had prayed for. It
felt great and my cock got even harder. Then she slipped her finger into my
hole. I made a sound like never before and shot a load of cum into her
mouth. She swallowed it and climbed back up on me. She kissed me and forced
some of my cum into my mouth.
"Why not," I thought.
I accepted her gift by sucking her tongue as far down my throat as I
could. When we had no breath left, our lips parted.
"Hooray for new things," I said.
"I'm so happy you liked that," she said smiling. "I'm going to change. When
I get back I want you hard and naked." Then she stood and strode out of the
room.
When she returned, I was naked but not hard. However, one look at Natalie
turned my cock rigid again. She was absolutely gorgeous. She was by far the
prettiest girl I had ever been with and in a black lace corset with
matching garters and stockings and four inch black high heels, she was also
the most sexily dressed. She lingered in the doorway.
"If you're ready to fuck, get in here," she whispered across the room.
That was more invitation that I needed. I quickly stepped past her into the
bedroom. The lights were low. I couldn't see but I heard the tap of her
heels as she came to the bed. I felt her lie beside me.
"I have my period but I need you inside me. Would you please fuck my ass?"
That was another invitation I did not need repeated. I kissed her and she
again went down on my cock. I pulled her off and started sucking her
tits. She removed a tube of KY from a night table drawer. A palm-full of
lubricant oozed into her hand and then greased my cock. I was ready to
fuck her but the pleasure of her hand gliding up and down on my dick kept
me paralyzed. I was whimpering - ready to cum - when she stopped and turned
her ass toward me. I climbed to my knees and lubed her hole with my
cock. Her moan, just from the touch of the tip of my dick was nothing
compared to the sound she made as I pushed into her. She was tight and warm
and I was in heaven as I slid slowly into her ass.
I pushed softly, and in a single long slow motion that seemed like an
eternity, I pressed my full length completely into her. I began pumping -
slowly - letting the low slurping sound mix with her gurgling moans.
Natalie's excitement was growing. She made sounds that I had never heard -
like animal noises. I was going mad. I began humping faster and harder. I
began making breathy sounds too. I reached for her tits. I cupped them in
my palms and tweaked her nipples. She bucked wildly. I rubbed her tits
faster making circles around them, all the while sliding my shaft in and
out at a breakneck pace.
I slid my hands down from her chest to her stomach. I guess my intent was
to massage her clit. But when my hand moved lower she screamed.
"No - I have my --"
She was too late. I had reached for her pussy and come up with a hand full
of cock and balls.
The shock shriveled my erection to kiddie size instantly. But before I
could separate myself from her, she grabbed my arms and pulled them tightly
around herself. She was strong. I couldn't pull away. She held me firmly,
pressed tight against her body.
"Don't speak. Don't move" she said, "Just lay on top of me for a
minute. Then you can go if you want to."
I paused, my limp dick still in her ass. She continued in a reassuring
voice.
"What's the problem? Don't I look like a woman? Don't I feel like a woman?
Don't I smell like a woman?"
When I didn't answer, she asked again. "Don't I fuck like a woman?"
My dick began to stir.
"Yes - that's it. Kiss my neck. Smell me behind the ear."
I did as I was told. My dick was definitely hardening.
"Ohhh... I feel your cock in me. It's so big and hard. Please keep fucking
me. I need you to fuck me hard."
That was it. I was back to full strength and didn't care who or what I was
fucking. I began pumping her again and we were quickly back in a wild
frenzy.
"Stop." Natalie said suddenly.
I did and she took my hands in hers and guided them to her cock.
"I have to cum before you do."
She held my hands tightly and slid them up and down on her cock. It barely
occurred to me that I was jerking Natalie off. With my cock up her ass, her
dick seemed an extension of my own. It almost felt like I was beating
myself off. Soon her breathing was heavy and I could feel her ass
contracting around my cock. Her ass gyrated in rhythm to the motion of my
hand on her cock. Its forward and back motion slowed as my hand did. If I
sped up, she humped me faster. When I concentrated on her dick's head,
slowly drawing circles around the hole, she arched her back, squeezed
tight, and ground her butt against the base of my cock.
"I'm going to cum," she announced in a guttural slur. "Make me come - oh
please let me cum."
I pumped her dick as fast as I could. Her ass pistoned my cock.
"I'm cumming," she yelled.
I felt her warm sticky cum spreading over my hands. Natalie fell forward
onto her forearms. He ass, still impaled on my dick, stayed in position but
I freaked a little. I was desperate to wipe my hands clean. I did so on the
sheet and lost my fucking rhythm. Natalie came to the rescue by restarting
her humping. She kept my cock sliding in and out during my lapse. Quickly,
I recovered my senses and started to pound her once again.
"Turn me over," she said, I want to see your face."
We managed to rotate her over onto her back while keeping my cock deep in
her hole.
"Oh yes, that's it baby. Fuck me hard."
She grunted with each deep thrust. I was on the brink of orgasm. I was
breathing hard and my mouth was open. I must not have been looking, because
I suddenly felt Natalie's finger slip into my mouth. I don't know what I
was thinking (after all, it was a pretty passionate moment) but I closed my
lips around her finger and let Natalie fuck my mouth with her cum coated
finger. Her cum was more delicate than my own - not as salty - almost
creamy.
I was about to cum when she pushed in a second finger. I eagerly twirled my
tongue around it. Then, as I came in a tremendous orgasm, an image of
Natalie's cock fucking my mouth burned into my imagination.
It was more than a few moments before I recovered. My dick popped out of
Natalie's ass and I managed to roll onto my side next to her. We lay still,
not even attempting to speak. When our breath finally returned to normal,
we were a couple of chatterboxes. We agreed that we had just had the best
sex ever and that we couldn't wait for more. Natalie suggested we clean
up. She thought taking a bath together would be fun. She skipped toward the
bathroom and I followed. I grabbed for her ass playfully. She giggled and
pulled away. I was on a cloud. I felt that feeling you get when you're
starting a relationship and all you have is wonderful expectations. I
hadn't forgotten that Natalie was a transsexual - I was ignoring it and I
was floating on air.
We sat facing each other in the bubble filled tub. I reached toward Natalie
and cupped her tits. We kissed. She fondled my dick. We necked. After a few
minutes my cock began to harden again. Natalie stopped kissing me and
lathered my chest with soap. She told me to stand. When I did she soaped my
legs and balls.
"Turn around," she ordered.
I turned my back toward her and she lathered my ass. She began working soap
into my crack. It felt good. I knelt a little, spreading my legs. She
worked a finger into my hole. I enjoyed the feeling and wanted more. I got
my wish. Natalie stood and pushed her index finger as deep as it could
go. I let out a soft groan.
"You like that baby," she asked.
"Yes." I responded as if in a trance. She wiggled the finger inside me.
"Isn't it nice?" she coaxed.
"More," I said, still in a trance.
She slid a second finger into me and began working them in and out.
"Ohhhhh," I moaned louder.
She reached around me with her free hand and wrapped it around my cock. The
finger fucking was doing wonders and in a very short time I came in
Natalie's hand. She acted surprised.
"Goodness. You are a sex fiend," she exclaimed. "Sit down and rinse
yourself while I finish myself off."
I lowered myself to the edge of the tub and sat. I stared at Natalie while
I dried my hair. Natalie soaped herself, paying careful attention to her
tits, cock, and balls. She gave herself a large erection but didn't finish
herself off. Instead she sat, rinsed, and stood again. She grabbed my towel
and began drying. She started with her hair and worked down to her
shoulders and arms. The motion of her body as she patted dry caused her
dick to swing. As I stared, that image of her cock in my mouth flashed in
my mind. I concentrated on her body - full round tits, flat firm stomach,
and a very beautiful semi-erect cock. I suddenly wanted that cock in my
mouth.
I slipped to my knees and crawled to her. I reached out and cradled her
cock and balls in my hands. I look up - past her tits. Natalie grinned like
a Cheshire cat. I moved my mouth toward her rod, pushed my tongue out and
licked it. Her cock stiffened and brushed my cheek. I wrapped my fingers
around her cock and closed my lips around it. I moved my head forward and
back in the manner that numerous girls had done to me. Natalie pushed my
head away.
"That's terrible," she said. "Come with me".
She took my hand and led me back to the bedroom where she opened a drawer
and removed a sheer red nightie.
"Arms up," she commanded.
I raised my arms and Natalie slid the teddy onto me. She turned me toward a
mirror.
"Look how cute you are."
She left me peering at my reflection while she stepped into a closet. The
sexy lingerie I was wearing fascinated me. Delicate spaghetti straps
crossed my shoulders. Though my breasts didn't fill the cups of the teddy,
they did fit into the proper space. The hem of the skirt ended just below
my ass and billowed up as I spun to see myself from behind.
Natalie returned with a blond wig, which she placed, on my head. Lightly
waved honey yellow hair fell just to my shoulders. I was mesmerized by the
change. I looked like a girl. It's hard to describe how I felt. But one
thing was certain - I didn't feel like myself.
Natalie stepped between the mirror and me. She placed her hands on my
shoulders and guided me to my knees.
"Imagine yourself a beautiful girl. And your favorite thing in the world is
to suck cock."
I looked up at her kind smile.
"I know you're going to be great at it," she reassured me.
My gaze returned to her cock just inches from my face. I closed my eyes and
in my mind I pictured myself a beautiful girl in a sexy red nightie. I
opened my mouth and took Natalie's cock into it. I caressed her balls and
thighs and swirled my tongue around her hardening dick. I kissed, sucked,
and nibbled it. I soaked it in my saliva. I wrapped a hand around the hard
shaft and stroked it. In my mind I was a girl and all I wanted to do was to
make that cock spurt its load into my mouth.
I deep-throated Natalie like an expert. My hands roamed her thighs, ass,
and stomach. When they wandered up to her tits, she moaned. But that didn't
fit my cock sucking mental picture (tits and cocks don't exist on one body)
so both hands returned to my main objective - her cock.
With my face buried in Natalie's crotch, I was stimulated to work even
harder by the odor of her sex. Musky and rich smells wafted off her like
something unmentionable baking. I was fucking my face with Natalie's hard
cock. I was doing it - me - Natalie was just the means to an end. And that
end was rich creamy cum oozing down my throat and trickling from my
mouth. The thought of it made me crazy. I pistoned up and down on her
dick. She groaned. I knew she was close to cumming. I intensified the
action. I grunted like an animal. I slurped like a fiend.
When Natalie came, it was an eruption. Her knees buckled. She yelled. She
bucked. But I kept myself glued to her cock. Her body shuddered and her
cock spasmed. I kept sucking for several moments until I had pulled every
drop of cum from her worn out member.
"My god," she final managed to gasp. "That was the best blow-job ever." She
knelt down and kissed me tenderly. "I'm exhausted."
We crawled into bed and settled into each other's arms. The last thing I
was conscious of that night was feeling my cock pressed against Natalie's
ass and her delicious smell as I nuzzled her from behind.
Chapter 2 - Becoming Marcia (preview)
The morning dawned cool, crisp, and with Natalie's hand between my
thighs. I was lying on my stomach and I felt her hand caressing my balls
from behind. Memories of the previous night came flooding back and I spread
my legs so Natalie had easier access to my crotch. I felt her weight
shift. She raised herself over me and kissed the back of my neck.
"You made me so happy last night. I can't wait to fuck you."
I was still a bit groggy and didn't register what she had said but even if
I had, I could have never resisted after her next surprise. Natalie kissed
her way down my back to my ass. She pushed my legs apart and knelt between
them. She flipped the hem of my teddy up, lowered her face to my ass and
pressed her tongue to my hole. The touch was electric. A sexual charge
centered inside my ass-hole shot through me in all directions. I
shuddered. Natalie continued flicking her tongue over my sphincter and I
responded by making noises that didn't sound human. I spread my legs,
grabbed my cheeks and spread them too. Natalie saw I was ready and pushed
her lips tight against me. It felt like she had created some sort of vacuum
and was sucking my hole into her mouth at the same time she was pushing her
tongue into me - penetrating my ass - tongue fucking me.
There was more electricity and animal noises. Her tongue was strong. She
worked it in and out of me. She reamed my hole and plunged it in
again. Suddenly she stopped. Her weight lifted. She was climbing off me.
"Don't stop," I cried. "Please don't stop."
Before I had finished pleading, I felt Natalie's weight again pressing
between my splayed legs. A cool sensation on my hole replaced Natalie's
warm tongue. Then something large was pressing against it. Slowly my hole
opened and what I hoped was Natalie's cock, was moving into me. I don't
think I breathed as I concentrated on the wonderful feeling of being filled
up. It was Natalie's cock. She whispered gently as she entered me. She
offered reassuring soft promises of pleasure that were unnecessary. I loved
the feeling. I anticipated the addition of each new millimeter of cock
sliding easily into my ass.
"This is what getting fucked is like," I thought. "Why did I wait so long?"
I felt in some kind of heightened state of sensitivity. Everything seemed
like slow motion. I relished every quiver and ripple of Natalie's cock. I
felt each bump, each ridge of skin and muscle. My asshole molded to her
shape as each additional bit of her pushed into me. When she stopped, I was
disappointed she wasn't bigger. But soon she started to rock softly back
and forth and I knew she was big enough. As she rocked, she also pulled in
and out very slightly. She was teasing me. Building up my desire.
"God she was a fantastic lover."
In no time I was pushing my ass to me her strokes and grinding myself
against her cock. Natalie moved faster now. Pulling out further and
slamming into me harder and harder. Her balls slapped against my ass. I was
going crazy. I cried for her to fuck me. I wanted her cock to fill me. I
wanted her to cum inside me. I wanted to cum. Natalie dictated the
rhythm. I was on my knees. I reached between my legs and tickled her
balls. Natalie's cock grew to an amazing size. I felt it seize and
shudder. Warmth filled my hole but Natalie kept slamming her huge pole into
me. It slipped and slid, now that her cum had lubed me again. I felt it
dribbling down my leg and on my balls. Natalie circled my cock with her
thumb and finger and stroked it while she kept her dick pounding in and out
of me. It was time for me to blow. No more holding back. The pleasure, the
thrill, the fucking was too much to stand. I came harder that I ever had
before. I may even have cried.
Natalie sensed it and stopped pumping. She pushed her cock as deep as she
could into me and just held it there. I collapsed with her on top of me. I
soon fell asleep with her cock still inside me.
Please email me with comments marcia_fredricks@yahoo.com
I have ideas for more but I want to know they're wanted.
Date: Fri, 23 Jul 2004 01:40:47 -0700 (PDT)
To: nifty@gaycafe.com
Subject: Natalie's Business Chapter 2 - Becoming Marcia
The morning dawned cool, crisp, and with Natalie's hand between my
thighs. I was lying on my stomach and I felt her hand caressing my balls
from behind. Memories of the previous night came flooding back and I spread
my legs so Natalie had easier access to my crotch. I felt her weight
shift. She raised herself over me and kissed the back of my neck.
"You made me so happy last night. I can't wait to fuck you."
I was still a bit groggy and didn't register what she had said but even if
I had, I could have never resisted after her next surprise. Natalie kissed
her way down my back to my ass. She pushed my legs apart and knelt between
them. She flipped the hem of my teddy up, lowered her face to my ass and
pressed her tongue to my hole. The touch was electric. A sexual charge
centered inside my ass-hole shot through me in all directions. I
shuddered. Natalie continued flicking her tongue over my sphincter and I
responded by making noises that didn't sound human. I spread my legs,
grabbed my cheeks and spread them too. Natalie saw I was ready and pushed
her lips tight against me. It felt like she had created some sort of vacuum
and was sucking my hole into her mouth at the same time she was pushing her
tongue into me - penetrating my ass - tongue fucking me.
There was more electricity and animal noises. Her tongue was strong. She
worked it in and out of me. She reamed my hole and plunged it in
again. Suddenly she stopped. Her weight lifted. She was climbing off me.
"Don't stop," I cried. "Please don't stop."
Before I had finished pleading, I felt Natalie's weight again pressing
between my splayed legs. A cool sensation on my hole replaced Natalie's
warm tongue. Then something large was pressing against it. Slowly my hole
opened and what I hoped was Natalie's cock, was moving into me. I don't
think I breathed as I concentrated on the wonderful feeling of being filled
up. It was Natalie's cock. She whispered gently as she entered me. She
offered reassuring soft promises of pleasure that were unnecessary. I loved
the feeling. I anticipated the addition of each new millimeter of cock
sliding easily into my ass.
"This is what getting fucked is like," I thought. "Why did I wait so long?"
I felt in some kind of heightened state of sensitivity. Everything seemed
like slow motion. I relished every quiver and ripple of Natalie's cock. I
felt each bump, each ridge of skin and muscle. My asshole molded to her
shape as each additional bit of her pushed into me. When she stopped, I was
disappointed she wasn't bigger. But soon she started to rock softly back
and forth and I knew she was big enough. As she rocked, she also pulled in
and out very slightly. She was teasing me. Building up my desire.
"God she was a fantastic lover."
In no time I was pushing my ass to me her strokes and grinding myself
against her cock. Natalie moved faster now. Pulling out further and
slamming into me harder and harder. Her balls slapped against my ass. I was
going crazy. I cried for her to fuck me. I wanted her cock to fill me. I
wanted her to cum inside me. I wanted to cum. Natalie dictated the
rhythm. I was on my knees. I reached between my legs and tickled her
balls. Natalie's cock grew to an amazing size. I felt it seize and
shudder. Warmth filled my hole but Natalie kept slamming her huge pole into
me. It slipped and slid, now that her cum had lubed me again. I felt it
dribbling down my leg and on my balls. Natalie circled my cock with her
thumb and finger and stroked it while she kept her dick pounding in and out
of me. It was time for me to blow. No more holding back. The pleasure, the
thrill, the fucking was too much to stand. I came harder that I ever had
before. I may even have cried.
Natalie sensed it and stopped pumping. She pushed her cock as deep as she
could into me and just held it there. I collapsed with her on top of me. I
soon fell asleep with her cock still inside me.
When I awoke, I was alone in bed. I threw off the covers and went looking
for Natalie. I found her in the kitchen sipping coffee.
"You look so sexy in my nightie," she said as I stepped beside her and
kissed her square on the lips.
I hadn't realized that I was still wearing the nightie. I felt so natural
that I never even questioned it. And now that Natalie had pointed it out, I
was glad that I still had it on.
"I feel sexy," I replied.
"You were fantastic last night. I wish we could jump right back into the
bed but I have errands to run."
"Do you really have to go?"
The idea of being back in bed with Natalie was appealing to me too. I
didn't want this escapade to end. Apparently Natalie didn't want it to end
either.
"Why don't you wait for me here?" she suggested. I won't be too long and
when I get back we'll pick up where we left off."
"Why not?" I thought. I had no place better to be.
I told Natalie that I'd be happy to wait for her and she stood.
"Come with me," she said and led me a door.
The door led to a room size closet full of women's clothes.
"While you're waiting, pick out something for me to wear tonight. I'm
taking you out for dinner," and in a sterner voice added, "And choose
something sexy for yourself."
She easily read the dumb look on my face.
"We're going out as girlfriends tonight," she explained.
I suppose it was silly of me to protest. I had been wearing the nightie all
morning and that didn't seem to trouble me. In fact, I was enjoying
it. Once again, it was as if Natalie could read my mind
"I know you like wearing my clothes," she said. "If you didn't, you'd be
back in your jockeys now instead of mincing around in that wonderful
nightie."
"I'm not mincing," I protested lamely.
"Maybe not, but you certainly are working it girl."
I couldn't argue with that. I was trying to turn Natalie on. I also wanted
to do what pleased her. But I did explain that I had no concept of how to
choose what to wear and I wasn't comfortable about going out dressed as a
woman.
"Don't worry about passing, " she reassured. "I'll help you. Besides, I
know a place where no one cares. And choosing an outfit is simple. Pick
something for me. Then go back in the closet and pick another outfit you'd
like to see me in. That one will be yours."
It did sound simple. I decided to trust Natalie. She could tell that I had
accepted the plan so she kissed me and strode out of the apartment.
I returned to the kitchen and sat sipping coffee for a time. I replayed the
situation in my head. Why was I resisting? Unconsciously, my hand fell to
my lap and I began massaging my cock through the sheer material. The
strokes were soft. My cock stiffened and I continued to rub myself on
autopilot.Soon I realized how excited I was. I stopped stroking myself and
walked to Natalie's closet.
Inside the closet I marveled at the sheer volume of clothes. I've seen
stores with less stock than Natalie's closet. Hanging on the right was an
eight-foot long row of dresses, skirts and blouses. I brushed them with my
hand as I walked past. On the left was a row of coats, gowns and
sweaters. Then I saw the shoes. The back wall was lined with shelves from
floor to ceiling and shoes of every style and every color rested there
calling my name. I floated toward them and lifted a high heel pump and
began reeling as dormant memories flooded back to me. My love, my
obsession, with high heels was returning.
I don't recall why or when I became enchanted with heels. But I do remember
when I first acted on the feeling. I was a pre-teen, probably just
beginning puberty. I was alone in the house and I mustered all my courage
and crept to my mother's bedroom. I slid open her closet door and admired
her shoes. I lifted a pair of Mom's pumps and caressed them. The breath
went out of me as I slipped them onto my bare feet. I had my first orgasm
that day, standing in three-inch heels looking at myself in a mirror on my
Mom's closet door. I had continued to wear Mom's shoes and jerk off while
doing it every chance I had until I left home. After that, I had not worn
heels again and I guess I had repressed the memories. But they all came
flooding back that morning when I lifted Natalie's shoes.
I was shaking with anticipation. I lifted my foot and lowered the shoe. I
pointed my toe toward it and prayed the shoe was large enough. It slipped
on perfectly. I stood, bent slightly, as I slipped on the second shoe. I
stood straight up and it felt marvelous. I was suddenly three inches
taller, my claves were tight and my butt was firm. I threw out my chest and
stepped confidently to the mirror. I turned sideways and admired my new,
shapely legs that stretched all the way from the ground to the hem of the
red nightie.
As wonderful as I felt, something was wrong.
"Pantyhose," I thought. "I need pantyhose.
I remembered that as a teenager I had eventually begun wearing Mom's
pantyhose. I hoped Natalie had a pair. I searched the lingerie drawers in
the closet but couldn't find any. I did find stockings and decided that
they would be just as good. They turned out to be even better. I slipped
off the shoes and put on the stockings. With the stockings on, the pumps
slipped on even easier. I walked around in them a little until the
stockings fell down.
"Garters," I thought. "I need garters."
I had seen them while looking for the pantyhose. I figured out how to wear
them and attach the stockings. I tried on several different pair of
Natalie's high heels and soon I was striding around her apartment like I
had been born in them. The next time I passed a mirror I admired myself. I
looked good in the coral-colored heels, dark stockings and red nightie, but
I realized I could improve the picture. The heels clicked as I hastened to
the bedroom. I reseated the wig from last night on my head and had another
look at myself.
"Fantastic," was the word that came into my mind.
I swished around the house wishing that Natalie would come home. I did the
dishes, swept the floor and even made a lunch. When I heard Natalie's key
in the door, I readied myself. When the door closed behind her I stepped
out and presented myself.
"Wow," she said. "You have made a lot of progress this morning but we still
have a lot of work to do."
I think she saw my disappointment because very quickly she added, "But not
until after I fuck my favorite girl."
And that's what she did.
This time it was even better. I still had on my stockings and heels and I
felt totally feminine. I had sucked Natalie's cock and Natalie had fucked
my ass but Natalie had not sucked me or allowed me to fuck her. In fact I
never fucked Natalie again. But at the time, that didn't matter. I loved
the feeling of Natalie inside me. After she came and her cock shriveled, I
cried and pleaded for more. Natalie promised that there was a lot more to
come.
Afterwards, I realized I was different. As Natalie prepared me for "going
out" I was light-headed. She shaved all the hair from my body and massaged
me with moisturizer while my head was in the clouds. She helped me into
matching black panties and bra and slipped glycerin breasts into the 34C
cups. My stockings and garters returned before she helped me step into a
conservative blue dress with a slightly revealing V-neck. Make-up,
three-inch matching heels and the wig followed. When I saw myself in the
mirror, I was shocked. I knew that I'd have no trouble passing. I was
lovely.
Natalie dressed quickly in a yellow mini-dress with matching high heel
boots. She hurried me out the door and into a taxi. The driver ogled us the
whole ride to the Village. He deposited us on Hudson Street and we strutted
into a restaurant named "Ms. Franks."
The staff knew Natalie and greeted her warmly. Because I was with her, I
was given special treatment also. The hostess hugged me. The waitress
kissed my cheek. Even the owner, Frank, came to our table to say hello. As
we sat sipping wine, I realized that the restaurant was full of girls like
Natalie and myself and I looked better than many of them. I was proud of my
looks and I wanted to show off. I asked Natalie to sit beside me. She moved
beside me on the settee and I kissed her deeply.
"Thank you for tonight," I said.
"It's my pleasure," was her response.
We continued to neck all during the meal drawing many jealous looks. I
mentioned to Natalie that many of the people in the restaurant wanted what
we had. She surprised me by saying that it was what she had that the others
wanted. She said that everyone knew that Natalie would be fucking me later
tonight and that they all wished they could be her. The thought of being
that desirable made me instantly aroused and I asked Natalie to take me
home. We were all over each other in the cab back up-town. The driver was
barely able to keep his eyes on the road. When he dropped us at Natalie's
place, I thought he was going to tip up. He did ask to come upstairs with
us but Natalie said I wasn't ready yet. It was a revealing thing for her to
say but I didn't understand then.
Once upstairs, Natalie ordered me to suck her cock in a soft voice. I fell
to my knees and pleasured her happily. After twenty minutes Natalie led me
to her bed and removed my dress. She left all the underwear and shoes on me
and told me to get onto all fours. Natalie's hem was up around her waist
and she snugged up behind me. She rubbed her hard cock against my ass.
"Is this what you want slut?" she demanded.
"Yes. Please fuck me with your beautiful cock," I begged.
She wasn't ready to fuck yet. She wanted to eat my ass. She tongue fucked
me until I thought I would burst. Then in a smooth motion she rammed her
cock into me. I came instantly but she was only getting started. She
hammered me for half an hour before I felt her climax. When she did cum,
she filled me with gallons. Yet, she kept pumping. She kept it up for
another ten minutes and brought me to the most explosive, intense orgasm of
my life. It was then that I knew that Natalie was a lovemaking machine and
that she had changed my life forever.
Date: Fri, 13 Aug 2004 00:18:03 -0700 (PDT)
From: Marcia Fredricks <marcia_fredricks@yahoo.com>
Subject: Natalie's Business Chapter 3 - The Agreement
I woke the smell of coffee and wandered into the kitchen in my
lingerie. I was so in love with my heels that I had put them on as well. I
saw Natalie standing behind the counter at the stove and was surprised. I
had only seen Natalie in sexy clothes and I assumed that was all she
wore. This morning Natalie was dressed in a conservative powder blue
suit. Wrapped around her was a lacy pink apron that tied at the waist. She
wore very little make-up but her beauty was evident anyway. Her lips
glistened moist and deep red. Her hair shone in the light that streamed
into the pleasant room. She was the picture of domesticity as she scrambled
eggs.
"Well, it is Monday," I thought. "Start of the work week."
The idea depressed me. I didn't want to leave Natalie. I dreaded
returning to my apartment where I had nothing waiting for me. No Natalie,
no sex, and no lovely clothes.
"Sit your pretty ass down at the table," she instructed softly. "I
have a request."
I sat and Natalie stepped around the counter to served me the eggs.
"My god," I croaked when Natalie stepped out from behind the
counter.
That cool conservative business look was a lie. The counter had
hidden the real Natalie from view. What I could see now, below the waist,
was the true Natalie - the sex loving, animal lust TV that I had so
hopelessly fallen for. She scraped eggs onto my plate and returned the pan
to the stovetop. I stood to keep her in sight, from the tips of her heels
to the top of her head. I couldn't get my fill of her, especially now that
she was sporting a thrilling dual look. From the waist up, Natalie exuded
the icy coolness of a professional woman in a business suit that covered
her completely. Below the waist her dress stretched tightly across her
perfect ass. The hem barely covered her upper thigh, showing the long
dimples that ran from knee to hip like a warm road. Pale beige stockings
covered her firm legs and blue high heel thigh high boots that matched the
dress revealed the ultimate truth. This was not an ordinary
businesswoman. This woman's sex was animal like. It wasn't simmering below
the surface repressed, kept down like so many women you see on the street
every day. Natalie's sex was visible and loud. It tore out of her and
jumped on you. It was clear that this being lived for sex and would just as
soon fuck you as shake hands. It thrilled me to look at her.
"I'd like you to stay with me for a while," she asked as if I had
the power to refuse. "Just for as long as we're both enjoying ourselves."
"I must be dreaming," I thought.
"I love having another girl here living with me," she continued
though I already had been sold on the idea. "And I think you'd like it
too."
I nodded.
"I'm so glad. Is it alright if I keep coaching you on being a
girl?"
Was she kidding?
"Yes, I'd like that."
"Wonderful," she chimed brightly. "This will be so much fun. I have
to go out again for a few hours. While I'm gone, you relax in the bath. I
want you to really soak. Moisturize your skin then put on some new
lingerie."
She removed a medicine bottle from a drawer and handed me a tablet.
"Take this vitamin. You're going to need supplements because you're
on a diet now. We're going to trim a few inches off your waist. I want you
in a size 6."
After I had swallowed the pill, Natalie put a finger under my chin
and lifted my face to hers.
"Smile," she cooed. "You're won't believe how gorgeous I'm going to make
you."
Each day for the next two weeks we followed the same
routine. Natalie left every morning for several hours and when she returned
she worked her magic. My diet was very strict. No more eggs for
breakfast. Black coffee and toast with jelly was all I was permitted. Lunch
was a piece of fruit or some raw veggies. For dinner I was allowed a piece
of broiled chicken or fish with steamed veggies. I took two pills each day
- my vitamin and an appetite suppressant. Surprisingly, I wasn't hungry at
all during the day and in no time my waist did shrink. My skin softened and
my hip and breasts seemed fuller.
Natalie explained it by saying it was the change in diet and all the water
I was drinking. I suppose I wanted to believe her. I liked the
changes. Even if I had known the truth, that Natalie was giving me female
hormones, I wouldn't have objected. I loved the time we spent together
perfecting my womanly ways. Every day after returning from her errands, she
taught me about fashion, make-up, hairstyles and walking and talking like a
woman. I eventually tried on every shoe and outfit in her closet. We even
went shopping at Bloomingdale's where she bought me lingerie of my own.
Every night we went to Mz. Frank's where we turned every head in the
place. I was developing into a stunning woman. Frank sat at our table most
nights. He bought us drinks and never let us pay for our meal. He kept
telling me how beautiful I was and complimenting Natalie on my
transformation. On Wednesday of the second week Frank mentioned how much he
was looking forward to the weekend. I looked to Natalie for some clue about
what he meant. She signaled me to pay it no mind. When we were home in bed
that night I asked Natalie what was going on that weekend.
"Frank has a club. It's only open weekends. He's very anxious for
you to see it. He's quite smitten with you."
"What kind of club?" I asked.
"Bar, dancing. You know, a place where we girls can have some fun."
Friday turned out to be a very special day. Natalie's errands took
longer than usual. She didn't return until five. I was a bit frantic by
then. I didn't know where she was and I wanted to look extra good for our
night out clubbing. I had been through the closet twice and still hadn't
decided on my outfit.
When Natalie arrived she calmed me easily.
"We have plenty of time, your going to be beautiful," she promised. "You
know, I think we even have time for a quickie."
When Natalie fucked, it was certainly no quickie. By the time I had
sucked her to the brink of orgasm, and then lost track of time bent over a
chair while Natalie pumped me full of cum, it was 9 PM.
With her spunk still squishing in my ass, Natalie escorted me to
the closet. With no hesitation, she selected black crotch less panties,
bra, and garter, stockings and four-inch heels. The lingerie matched and
was so lacey it was nearly see-thru.
"Put these on," she commanded.
While I did, she considered two mini-dresses. By the time I was
wiggling my stockinged feet into my shoes, Natalie was holding the chosen
dress for me to step into. I shivered as it slipped on. The black stretch
material accentuated my new narrow waist and wider hips. Though my breasts
had begun to sprout, 36C breast-forms slipped into the bra gave me tits
that looked divine (ample but not overdone) in the vintage style backless
mini-dress. The demure high neckline edged in pearlized beads was a stark
contrast to the cut out back that showed skin all the way down to my ass
crack. Anyone could slide a hand between my cheeks as easily as reaching
into a trouser pocket. I looked buttoned up and lady-like from the front
but turned around I looked like open season for sex.
Natalie, on the other hand, looked like pure sex from every
angle. Her aqua mini-dress barely covered her crotch and the plunging
neckline left the tops of her wonderful tits exposed. Her hard nipples
poked through the soft material. Her 36D tits strained to burst from their
confines and were putting tremendous pressure on four straps and a 1/2 inch
brass ring which was all that held Natalie in her dress. I knew that every
soul that saw Natalie that night would be praying for those straps or that
ring to fail. Topping of Natalie's outfit (yes I consider shoes a topper)
were leather four inch high heel sandals with wrap around straps and side
buckles. And finally, flaming red toenails glistened like beacons from a
lighthouse.
Our fingernails were painted the same bright red but yellow
four-inch high heel stiletto pumps hid my ruby colored toenails. We were
certainly dressed to kill. We looked at ourselves, side by side, in the
mirror. The urge was to slap high-fives. But ladies that we were, we
resisted. Instead we hugged and kissed as passionately as I had ever
experienced before. Our tongues and lipstick melted between us. It's a good
thing that Natalie broke the moment or we would have been undressed again
in minutes.
"We are going to burn this town down," Natalie promised. "After
tonight, there won't be one hard dick left in Manhattan."
The mesmerized cabbie couldn't keep from ogling us in the
mirror. He almost collided with three cars and a bus on our trip
downtown. At the club, Silky's, he overshot the curb. The line of people
waiting to enter scattered as the cab screeched to a stop with both front
tires on the sidewalk. Natalie and I had a very short walk to the
entrance. The people on line protested when Natalie and I were whisked
right into the club and though there was a cover being charged to everyone
else, we breezed in without paying.
We passed through a dark foyer and into a loud boisterous
scene. The space was long with a bar on the right that ran the length of
the room. On the left was a raised platform with tables and high-backed
booths. Two steps that led to the platform began about six feet from the
bar. The floor space between the bar and steps was packed with
bodies. Natalie led me into the crush and we slowly made our way toward the
far end of the room. Along the way I was groped, grabbed, and pinched by
men and women. After 20 minutes, we had negotiated the 60 feet to the end
of the bar. Opposite us, on the other side of the bar, Frank was perched on
a ladder looking out over the action. When he spotted us, he climbed down
and whispered to two men sitting on stools between us at the bar. One look
at Natalie and me and the men's jaws dropped. They practically fell off the
stools trying to offer the seats to us.
"Can we buy you ladies a drink?" asked the taller of the two.
Natalie slipped onto the stool and responded in her sweetest tone.
"Thank you, that's very sweet." She turned to Frank, "two glasses of
Champagne."
The tall man did not blink. I climbed onto my stool and the tall
man introduced himself as Gilbert. His friend was Ray. Frank was back
quickly with two glasses of Champagne.
"Thirty," he said to Gilbert.
I thought I saw Gilbert scowl but he paid and did his best to
continue smiling at me. As I lifted my glass, Natalie whispered in my ear.
"Don't say anything about the drink."
I must have looked puzzled because Natalie gave me a stern
look. When I sipped from the glass, I understood. It was ginger ale.
"This is marvelous," I exclaimed.
Natalie and I giggled like sisters who just put a joke over on
their brother. Frank grinned from ear to ear.
Natalie and I drank two more glasses of "Champagne" each while
Gilbert and Ray tried to dazzle us with conversation. Natalie had these two
on a hook and played them unmercifully. She looked past them, she
interrupted to greet passers-by or to whisper in my ear. When I whispered
back, she would laugh out loud. She made it clear that Gilbert and Ray
bored her. They could by us drinks at $30 a pop but as soon as something
better came along we were gone. She let everyone in Silky's know that we
were not tied to Gilbert and Ray. We were available.
Soon, Natalie announced that she wanted to dance. She thanked
Gilbert and Ray for the drinks and said maybe we'd see them later. The
boy's faces drooped but Natalie and I left them standing there as we
wandered deeper into the club.
Natalie moved through the club like a snake. She slithered and
rubbed past bodies. When she was touched, she smiled. When she was groped,
she laughed. Her piercing eyes promised joy to everyone she passed and soon
there was a parade of men following after us.
We descended a staircase and came into a large square room that
pulsed with music and writhed with dancers. Natalie took my hand and led me
into the center of the floor. She draped her hands on my shoulders and told
me to put my hands on her hips. She closed her eyes and began a suggestive
dance. She gripped me closer and wrapped her arms around me. She ground her
body against me. My well-concealed cock twitched and we ground crotch to
crotch. I felt every eye on us.
"Close your eyes," Natalie said. 'Think about fucking."
I relaxed and let Natalie lead. We swayed. We kissed. I sucked her
tits. I knew we were turning on the crowd and that made me more excited. I
imagined that Natalie and I were making love standing up in the middle of
the room. I dripped with anticipation. I wanted Natalie's cock inside me
but I knew it wasn't time yet. It was early and Natalie would tell me when.
I don't know how much time passed. I was lost - absorbed in my
fantasy, but soon Natalie relaxed her hold on me. I open my eyes and saw
two men standing beside us. Natalie released me and was taken into the arms
of one of them. She smiled at me as he spun her away into the crowd. Before
I knew what was happening, the second man embraced me and began dancing me
around the floor. He was strong and held me tight. It wasn't like dancing
with Natalie. He was powerful almost brutish. His hold on me was
certain. Instinctively I fought but I don't think he was even aware of my
puny struggle. Soon I gave up and accepted the situation. Natalie was gone
and I was dancing in the arms of a man. A man who was big and strong and
very attractive. I began to feel safe and protected. I knew nothing bad
would ever happen with him protection me.
Our bodies were pressed tightly together. My head rested on his
shoulder and his cheek was warm against mine.
"You're a beautiful vision," he whispered.
I didn't answer but my heart raced. He introduced himself as
Ben. He and his friend Steve had driven over from Jersey. He said that
dancing with me was like a dream. Ben sure knew what to say to a girl. I
was in a haze while we danced through several songs. When I looked up I
spotted Natalie and Steve at the edge of the dance floor. Steve was
reaching into his pocket. He removed a wad of cash, counted out several
bills and handed them over to Natalie. She stuffed them into her purse,
waved to me and then walked over with Steve trailing her.
"The boys want to buy us some drinks," she told me. "Let's go back
upstairs."
I followed her. Ben and Steve followed me. I imagined them watching
my ass as I climbed the steps. Upstairs, Natalie signaled Frank who sent a
bouncer to clear a table for us. The bouncer dropped a reserved sign on the
table and told the people there they had to move. They left and we slid
into the privacy of the booth. When the waitress came, we naturally ordered
champagne. Ben happily paid for the high priced drinks.
We chatted happily and drank several rounds of "champagne". Soon
Natalie and Steve were kissing. In short time Steve's hand was massaging
Natalie's tits and she was panting. Ben and I watched eagerly. I was turned
on but was hesitant. I wasn't sure I was ready to kiss a man. True, Natalie
did have a cock but she was also a beautiful woman - it was
different. Finally, I couldn't stand it any longer. I looked Ben in the eye
and asked him to kiss me. That was all the incentive he needed. In an
instant his tongue was down my throat and he was pulling my body against
his.
I discovered that kissing a real man, a large and powerful man was
a very big turn on. My cock was hard and I wanted Ben as much as I wanted
Natalie. I was filled with lust and I didn't care who filled my need. Ben's
hand worked up my leg and under my dress. My natural instinct was to brush
it away before it reached my cock.
"It's alright. I want to hold your cock," Ben whispered.
I almost came right then. I spread my legs and Ben slid his hand
under my panties until my cock was throbbing in his grip. I moaned
loudly. Meanwhile, his other hand reached behind me and slid down my
exposed back to my ass. His strong fingers pressed between my cheeks and
were just reaching my hole when Natalie announced that things were getting
out of hand for inside the club. We all agreed to move out to the boy's car
where we could continue uninterrupted.
I had a hard time returning myself to a state where I could stand
and walk. When I did compose myself, Natalie told me to come with her to
the ladies room and the boys to meet us outside. Inside the toilet Natalie
said that Ben wanted to fuck me.
"I'm ready," I told her.
She removed a tube of KY from her purse and worked some into my ass
and then did the same for herself.
"You're not the only one who's turning on the men tonight," she
boasted.
We laughed together and then walked out to meet our men. The
outside air felt cool and refreshing. It wasn't until it had cleared my
head that I realized how quickly the night's events were moving.
"What am I doing?" I wondered to myself.
In two weeks I've gone from picking up women in bars, to being picked up by
men. But my body was on fire and my breath was short. My cock throbbed and
my ass was wet with lube. Natalie had taken my arm and held me close as we
scurried across the pavement with our heels clicking loudly and somehow
reassuringly. The sound reminded me that from all outward appearance I was
a woman and as I walked I realized that I also felt like a woman. The male
in me was receding and by the time I reached the car it was gone.
Ben opened the rear door and motioned me in. I slid into the seat
Ben and followed. Steve seated himself in front and Natalie climbed onto
his lap. They were kissing hungrily before the doors were closed. When Ben
and I kissed, our tongues explored every inch of each other's mouths and I
gave into my desire totally. I reached for his belt and struggled to open
his fly. Ben eagerly pulled his cock from his pants. It was much larger
than Natalie's. I was frightened but I had made up my mind to satisfy
him. I lowered my open mouth over his cock. I didn't stop until it tickled
the back of my throat. I controlled the urge to gag and slowly lifted my
head allowing his cock to slide in and out of my steamy wet mouth.
Ben's moans and deep sighs told me I was doing well. His hand slid
down my back as it had in the club. He moved slowly, teasing me. I sucked
harder. His hand moved under my dress and then under my panties. His long
fingers reached for my most private spot and I longed for them inside
me. When his finger reached my wet ass it slid in easily. My moan of
pleasure was so loud it interrupted Natalie and Steve.
"Look at them," I heard Natalie say. "I don't know which one is
hornier."
"I think she is," answered Steve.
Natalie called my name. I looked up but kept Ben's stiff cock deep
in my mouth.
"I want you to fuck him now," she told me.
I was enjoying Ben's taste and he was moaning oblivious to the
conversation. He was obviously enjoying the blowjob and I wanted him to cum
in my mouth so I continued sucking.
Natalie's voice was stern, "Put his cock in your ass now Marcia!"
I had to obey. I let Ben's cock slip out of my mouth. He almost
cried in despair. I sat up and straddled him. With my back toward Ben and
facing Natalie, I slowly lowered myself onto Ben's firm cock. My hole
widened as his meat filled me. Natalie and I peered deeply into each
other's eyes. She smiled sweetly at me. I held my breath, letting out small
puffs of air as I impaled myself an inch at a time. It was an exquisite
feeling. Ben's cock was so warm. The skin was soft but underneath it was
rock hard. The feeling of being filled was calming and exciting at the same
time. When I felt my ass cheeks touch his thighs I finally inhaled
deeply. The act of breathing tightened every muscle in my body. Naturally
my ass squeezed Ben's cock and he grew even larger. I was in heaven. I
ground my ass down against him forcing every last inch of his manhood into
me as deep as it could go. I sat still and reveled in the feeling.
When Ben's cock twitched, it sent a shiver through my entire body
and reignited a powerful desire. I pressed my high heels to the floor and
tightened my legs. I lifted up slightly and let Ben's cock slide a fraction
of an inch. I lowered myself and it filled me again. I worked his cock in
and out of my ass in tiny increments that way until I was driving us both
crazy. Soon I was raising myself higher to allowing his cock slid further
out of me but I was careful to always have it return deep into me.
"Ohhhh, your cock is soooo big," I gasped breathlessly.
I was rising and falling more quickly now, picking up the pace. Ben
was breathing hard.
"Fuck me," I demanded. "Fuck me with your big cock."
It was Natalie who answered, "Kiss me Marcia."
At that moment I realized that Natalie was straddling Steve,
impaled on his cock but facing me. Her tits were in his face and she was
leaning toward me for a kiss. Our lips met and we rode their two cocks up
and down in unison. Our tongues played together as the boys moans grew
increasingly louder as they approached their orgasms. When Ben came, I felt
his whole body shudder as he emptied a huge load of cum into my ass but the
tender loving feeling I felt was toward Natalie whose smell and taste
filled my senses. Soon I heard Steve cum and Natalie bucked and whimpered
while cum pumped into her. When all was calm again, Natalie opened her eyes
wide and stared straight into my soul.
"I love you Marcia."
It was like a vow and I knew that Natalie and I were now connected
in a way that could never be undone.
The aroma of sex was baked into the car by the steamy sweaty heat
flowing off our bodies. Ben's softening cock was still inside me. He and
Steve were both gasping for breath trying to recover their senses. I was
disoriented. Only Natalie was alert and ready to move on to whatever was
next.
"That was nice," she told Steve. "But Marcia and I have to go now."
She climbed off Steve. I took the cue but cried a little as Ben's
cock plopped out of me.
"Here's my number," Natalie said as she dropped a business card on
the dashboard.
Soon we were out on the street and adjusting our clothes as we
headed back to the club. The party was still going strong and we made our
way back to the bar near Frank. He smiled at me knowingly.
"How are you feeling?" he asked.
I leaned across the bar and kissed him on the lips. He opened his
mouth as I slipped in my tongue.
"I feel wonderful."
"Champagne?" a voice from behind me asked.
It was Gilbert along with Ray. We spent the rest of the night with
them. They were very attentive and also very generous. They kept glasses of
Champagne in front of Natalie and I until Silky's closed down. And their
persistence was rewarded. Before the night was over, I gave Ray a blowjob
in one of the booths and Gilbert fucked me in the men's room.
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