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.
I look forward to hearing from all readers: marcia_fredricks@yahoo.com