Date: Thu, 15 Jul 2004 01:05:00 -0700 (PDT) From: Marcia Fredricks 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 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. I look forward to hearing from all readers: marcia_fredricks@yahoo.com