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Natalie's Business by Marcia Fredricks 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 alright 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 horny, 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. Her 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 looked 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 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 tightly 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 meet 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 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 a few 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. She opened the door which 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 enjoying it immensely. And I also wanted to do what pleased her. But I did explain that I had no concept of how to chose 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 the door. I returned to the kitchen, sat a sipped 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 auto pilot. In time 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 remembering my love of high heels. 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 came for the first time in my life that day, standing tall on three inch heels at my Mom's closet. I had continued to wear Mom's shoes, and jerk off while doing it, every chance I had until I left home. After that, it had been a long time since I had worn heels 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 calves 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 began 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 of the shoes and put on the stockings. With the stockings on the pumps slipped on smoothly. 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 so I located them easily. 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 add, "But not until after I fuck my favorite girl." When I heard those words, I walked toward her swaying my hips as alluringly as possible. Natalie licked her lips. When I stopped, inches from her, she wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me. Her tongue swirled in my mouth. My nose was filled with her perfume and my body was filled with lust. "Suck my cock," she ordered in her soft way. I immediately fell to my knees, reached under her skirt and lowered her panties. Her hard cock sprang out from behind it's silken hiding place. I hooked my head under the skirt, opened wide and engulfed it. Natalie moaned and I again lost myself in the fantasy of being a woman. Before long I was on my knees on the bed. The nightie was raised over my waist. The stockings, garters and high heels were still in place. Wearing the shoes caused my feet to splay outward which in turn caused me to hold my ass with legs spread wide and Natalie's cock was deep in my ass and I was urging her to fuck me harder. CHAPTER 3 - The Agreement I woke to 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, you're 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'd 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. Chapter 4 - Decision It had been an exhilarating night. Home in Natalie's apartment, I stumbled into bed and fell into a stopper-like sleep. My dreams were unsettling. They were exciting but they also repulsed me and when I woke, I lay in bed pondering their validity. I wanted to question Natalie but she was sleeping so peacefully, I let her he be. Instead, I replayed my memories of the previous night. I remembered money being passed to Natalie. Lots of money. Money from Gilbert and Ray, and from Steve and Ben. There was also money from Frank as we were leaving. I wanted to ignore my fears. Were we paid for sex? I fought the thought. I tried to banish it from my mind. Was I a whore? I was nearly in tears when realized Natalie was awake. She was watching me. I tried to hide my face. I reached for a tissue but she stopped me. She quieted my sobs with a piercing affectionate look and leaned her face toward mine. She slowly slipped her tongue to my cheek and licked my tears. She kissed me as tenderly as a mother kisses a baby and asked me to wait a moment before saying anything. I nodded and she stepped across the room to her purse. She carried it back to bed and lifted out a wad of cash. She counted out some amount, I don't know how much, and held it out to me. I wanted to spit on it. "So it's true?" I asked starting to sniffle again. "Yes." "I'm a whore?" "No," she answered sternly. "No one paid you for anything. I'm sharing my money with you because you deserve it. What you did, you did for pleasure and that's never selling yourself." I broke down crying again. Natalie didn't try to stop me so I cried for a few minutes. "Are you my pimp?" I asked. "That's a harsh way of thinking," she said as she began to lay out the situation. "I do manage a string of T-girls. And I do get paid for my services. That's where I go every morning. I meet my girls and they give me my share of their earnings." "How much is your share?" "Fifty percent if I set up the date, twenty if it's their own client." She held out the money again. "That's what you earned last night. It includes a share of Frank's liquor sales. When anyone buys us drinks, Frank gives us a percentage." I hesitated. "Take it," Natalie said. "I know you need it." "How much is there?" "Four hundred dollars." I didn't feel good about it, but I took the money. "I know this is a shock," Natalie continued. "At this stage I always give my girls a chance to back out." "You've done this before?" "Of course," she said, surprised by the question. I find all my girls this way. Most men are very willing to become women if you present it the right way." She went on to explain that I wasn't yet ready to join her stable, but she knew that with another week of training I would be the star of her group. But before she would spend another week with me, she wanted me to be sure. I had to go home and think things over. Leave her, and return to my old life. If I wanted to return, she would be waiting for me. She already had my male clothes in a shopping bag by the door. She said I should take them and anything else I wanted. Go home and make up my mind to continue or not. I arrived at the apartment I shared with Tommy with the shopping bag of my male clothes and a small valise with the things Natalie had bought for me. I also had the $400 in my purse. I knocked on the door even though Tommy was expecting me. I had called and told him I was returning home with a surprise. After the door swung open, Terry stood motionless. He knew it was me, but he couldn't speak. He stared in disbelief. I was wearing a Boucle' gray tweed suit. The one-button top had a low cut V-neck line with pleated trim at the cuffs. The skirt was back zipped with a ruffled hem. It was above my knees, about mid-thigh, showing off my legs. On my feet were my favorite red five-inch heels. I know I looked fantastic; more sexy and feminine than 95% of all the women I saw from the taxi window as I rode over. I think Terry's brain just could not process the fact that in only one week his cousin had somehow become a hot woman. The way he looked at me, almost drooling with his mouth open, he seemed to look as if he were ready to turn hetero. We might still have been standing there if Jay hadn't shouted from the other room. "Is that Marshall?" "Yes," Terry responded in a disembodied voice, not really sure. "Can I come in?" I asked after another moment of silence had passed. Terry still didn't respond. He just backed away from the door absent-mindedly. I dropped my packages in my bedroom and stepped into the living room. "Hi Jay," I said in Marcia's voice. "Holy shit!" was Jay's greeting to me. It was at least twenty minutes before Jay and Terry could speak coherently. By then, they were seated on the sofa and I was opposite them in a cushiony chair. My hands were in my lap and my legs were crossed and pressed together at the knees. My ankles had a slight twist so that my heels were on the flat on the floor side by side and under my ass. I sat up straight as a ramrod. Except for the fact that my skirt was very short and rode up nearly to my crotch, I must have looked like a very demure and proper woman. It amused me that they continued to stare. Their eyes never stopped going over me. First my legs, then my tits, my face and hair - each in turn. Then they would start over again in the other direction from the top to the bottom. I finally became tired of their "wows" and "oh, my gods", I started the story. I told them everything that had happened after they left me in the bar. Suddenly their brains began working and they were full of questions. I answered every one. Including the big one. "Yes," I admitted after think about it for a long time. "I did enjoy dressing this way. I did enjoy pleasing Natalie and the men that I had sex with. Yes. I did like being a woman." They were both supportive, and being gay, neither one thought it odd that I would like sucking cock or being fucked up the ass. They would approve of whatever my decision was. After a while Jay had to leave and we hugged good-bye more tenderly than we had ever before. Going out the door, Jay passed Terry's boyfriend Phil coming in. After the initial shock wore off, Phil opened a bottle of wine and as we drank it, I felt him leering at me. Terry seemed oblivious as he polished off the lion's share of the wine. The stares from Phil reminded me of the ogling that had gone on at Frank's club. It was kind of exciting that Phil was interested in me but I was uncomfortable with it going on while Terry was there. I finally excused myself and went to my room. I undressed, and although I had all my male clothes available and nearby in my closet, I chose to wear a black baby doll that I brought from Natalie's. I suppose I knew what was going to happen and wearing the negligee was how I subconsciously gave in to the desire. The apartment had been quiet for several hours but I hadn't slept at all. I was waiting for Phil. I knew he would come for me. Sure enough, I heard a sound at my door and then watched as it slowly opened. Phil closed the door gently behind him and moved to the edge of my bed within a foot of my face. He was naked and the musky smell his crotch filled my nose and excited me. "You're beautiful," he whispered. "What are you wearing?" "I put on my sexy lingerie for you lover." I purred as I cupped his cock in my hand. Phil gasped and stood motionless while I teased his cock to an erection. Soon he lowered himself on top of me and we kissed deeply. We inhaled each others tongues while his cock pressed against me. He asked if he could suck on my clit. The thought sent shivers through my body. "You can suck on anything you please," I answered. Phil kissed his way down my body stopping at my tits. He pushed the nightie aside and attacked my nipples with his tongue. They were very sensitive and I squirmed under his touch. Soon, his mouth was moving down again and he was guiding the hem of the baby-doll above my crotch. The sheer material tickled my cock and it jerked involuntarily. Phil slid both hands, palms up, under my ass, cupping my cheeks. My cock was stiff as a board and pointed at his mouth. Phil is large, about six foot and very muscular. I felt his arms tighten and I began to rise. He was lifting me off the bed - ass first. He was so strong that he easily lifted me. My back arched and my pelvis continued rising. My cock moved closer his mouth. I felt helpless but completely comfortable with his power. I was in the air. I imagined myself being served on a platter. When Phil swallowed my cock, I came instantly. He continued sucking me while he held me in the air. My body bucked and spasmed as Phil vacuumed every ounce of cum from my dick. When he lowered me, he gently turned me onto my stomach and pushed my legs apart with his hands. He needn't have bothered. I happily spread my legs anticipating what would come next. I was not disappointed. Phil plunged his cum soaked tongue into my ass. I gasped, as he forced my own cum into me. He licked huge swaths of cum up and down my crack and behind my balls. By the time his prick was pressing against my hole I was aching to be fucked. He plunged easily into me and began pumping furiously. I rocked and shimmied wanting to feel it all. I didn't want to miss even one inch of his shaft. Phil was large and strong. His strength was amazing. He lifted and spun me in any direction he desired. He bounced me up and down on his cock like I was a toy. Soon he was cumming. His cock grew to an amazing size and pulsed wildly. He drove it deep into me and pushed his crotch forward while pulling me back against him. I came again. We must have passed out because it was light when Terry came into the room. Phil was still lying on top of me, his morning wood still deep in my ass. "Get out you slut!" Terry shrieked. "Get out of my house you slut!" Terry started slapping Phil's back. Phil quickly jumped off me leaving me empty, but not sorry for what we had done. Terry kept yelling and slapping at Phil until Phil lost his temper and punched Terry knocking him down. He cursed, stepped over Terry and strode into their bedroom. Terry rose and looked at me disgustedly.