TRAPPED IN NUMBER SIX, PART 4
by Zenna Swallows
[Author's note: Once again, I'm sorry about the long delay between episodes in this series! But I do hope this new instalment hits the spot for you as well as ... well, you'll see!]
"So," asked Rina, "are you sure you want to do this? It could be ... painful."
Dylan wasn't sure at all. But Natalie didn't share any of his doubts. And she was the one currently in charge.
"Oh yes," she said emphatically. "I've been thinking about nothing else all week!"
That much was certainly true. The tiredness Natalie felt was from all the sleep Dylan had been losing, since Rina had persuaded him that if he was going to do this, it needed to be now, or never.
It was strange, but over the past couple of months Rina had gone from being an unattainable, impossibly hot classmate to being his first real girlfriend -- and someone whose opinions he didn't just value, but trusted.
He had gone out with girls before, for long enough in a couple of cases to establish what could plausibly be termed a relationship. But Rina was different. He had never kissed her, or at least not in private. (Their public kisses, while having a stratospheric effect on the esteem in which he was held at the university they both attended, had been designed purely to explain away the time they were spending together.) And he had only had sex with her in the sense of being in the same room and sharing the same partners, on a single if thoroughly memorable occasion.
What made her different though was how good a friend she had become, forging a relationship far closer than he had had with any previous girl -- or boy for that matter.
She of course knew Dylan's biggest secret -- his alter ego Natalie, born on the night he was trapped in a toilet cubicle and forced to suck two men's cocks, then later blackmailed into performing on camera.
Since then, Dylan had developed a more than a passing acquaintance with Holly and Katja, the two sex workers who had effectively devised Natalie's look and persona, and who organised and hosted the surprisingly well-rewarded webcam sessions in which she was now starring. But Dylan didn't spend any time with them away from work.
Rina was different. Despite being employed by the same, unnamed boss -- Dylan still knew very little about the organisation that had forcibly acquired his services -- they had so far worked together just that once. Yet Dylan was now spending almost all his free time with Rina, when they weren't in class together.
They had become the strangest of study buddies. She leant on him to help her with Professor Lane's assignments, while educating him in the finer points of dressing, talking and moving like a woman.
Dylan also knew what he assumed to be Rina's own biggest secret. That she was actually a transsexual. From what little she had said -- and he made a point of not pressing her for details -- he understood that she had started hormone treatment at a relatively young age. She had also hinted at having had various kinds of surgery, though her small but beautifully formed breasts looked completely natural, as did everything else about her body.
Her one unmistakably male feature was an impressively-sized cock. When he had first seen it, Dylan (or Natalie as he had been at the time) had wondered how on earth Rina could keep such a large organ hidden. But for all her beauty, she typically wore sloppy, loose-fitting clothes, which effectively got round the problem.
And when she did need to wear a skirt or dress with a tighter cut, there were tricks she could use -- as she demonstrated to him. She showed Dylan how to push his testicles back up into his body and pull his dick back between his legs, securing it with either tape or a special type of panty known as a gaff. He marvelled at how small a bump he could create. It was even possible, with a little work and a tight enough pair of panties, to create something that looked for all the world like a camel toe!
Unlike his beautiful new friend, Dylan did not have the body shape or the voice to readily pass as a woman. Yet with the kind of skilful makeup that Katja and now Rina were teaching him to apply, his face could be feminine enough, not to say quite beautiful.
There certainly seemed to be no doubt about that on the part of Natalie's growing online fan base, who constantly raved about how pretty she was -- when they weren't promising to swallow every last drop of her precious cum, negotiating to buy her used panties, or begging to have the chance to fuck her tight and so far virgin ass.
To complement his looks, Dylan was getting better at pitching his voice to a higher register. He was also now spending almost all his time in a corset that was gradually shrinking his waist. Above all though, he was working hard to learn the gestures, mannerisms and body language that would persuade at least a casual onlooker to see not a guy in drag, but a young woman.
When he had started being Natalie, it was through fear. Fear of being hurt, but then fear of being outed as some kind of pervert. But now what drove him were two very different motivations.
One was the sheer enjoyment of playing the role. Where Dylan was an unprepossessing young man with few social skills, Natalie was sexy, attractive and more confident in her manner. Dylan still resented the fact that he had been forced into his new role as a sexy trap. But he was also learning to count the blessings that came with it, both financial and otherwise.
The other motivation was a desire to please Rina. His feelings for her were ... complicated. She certainly had a hold over him, because of what she knew, her status in the organisation for which they worked, and the fact that she had been doing sex work for much longer. Not to mention the sheer force of her beauty.
Yet even though he would have leapt at the chance to make their relationship a physical one, it was not something he ever really fantasised about.
Perhaps the reason for that, he thought, was that he spent much more time with her as Natalie than as his old self. Natalie certainly didn't mind getting it on with women. Her playful encounters with Holly and Katja, both on and off camera, were proof of that. But she was interested in men as well.
The proof of that had come on the amazing night on which Rina had taken Natalie out on her first job as an escort, when they hooked up with a good-looking older couple called David and Laura. It quickly became clear that the latter was fully aware of what the nervous trap was packing in her panties and thoroughly approved of it. After an enthusiastic bout of oral sex, the well-preserved (if also cosmetically enhanced) blonde was only too willing to impale herself on Natalie's cock.
It took a great deal of willpower for Natalie to refrain from emptying her seed into Laura's willing pussy. But she was glad she held back when the two of them rejoined David and Rina. They were greeted by the astonishing sight of a kneeling David wrapping his lips around a cock that until then Natalie had no idea her sexy classmate possessed. Yet despite her surprise, Natalie couldn't agree quickly enough to Rina's request to help her fuck the older man.
Even before the incident in the toilet block, Dylan had known what it was like to take a cock in his mouth. In his younger years, he had gone through a period of giving blowjobs to his best friend Sam. And if truth be told, he would have gone further if Sam had wanted. Instead, the relationship had petered out -- and Dylan had convinced himself it was just a youthful experiment that would never be repeated. And perhaps it wouldn't have been, had it not been for that evening in cubicle number six.
Now, as a kneeling Natalie fed her rock-hard rod into David's mouth and watched Rina position herself to penetrate him from behind, it was not the prospect of doing the same that made her salivate. She was thinking what it would be like to be where he was, offering her tight ass to a big, stiff cock, as Dylan had so often imagined he might do with Sam.
In performing for her webcam, she had become familiar enough with the feel of a vibrator. That was a pleasure to which Katja and Holly had introduced her. But to have a real phallus inside of her? A hot and throbbing organ powered by a man, not a battery? That was something she was yet to feel.
She was not, however, to experience it on this occasion. It became clear that whatever he might do in his marital bed, for this evening at least the suave, grey-haired David was strictly a bottom. There was a stark contrast between the assurance and air of command he'd shown when they'd first met in the bar, and his submissive tone now. He begged to be fucked with the air of someone who badly wanted it but felt no expectation that his wish would be granted. Not, of course, that there was really any doubt that it would.
After Rina had pounded his ass for a while, she allowed Natalie to take a turn. The experience of inserting her stiff and straining pole into the man's by now well-greased back passage was quite something. It was tighter than Laura's cunt had been, but no less pleasurable to occupy. And after holding back for so long, it took very little time before Natalie was shuddering with pleasure and filling David up with her hot cum. If it was not quite how she would have chosen to reach her orgasm, it was still powerful enough to leave her gasping and shaking.
Rina took over again and was soon depositing another load in David's ass. Then, with the cream still dripping out of him, David lay back and let Natalie and Laura take turns sucking his dick until he too erupted, firing jets of sperm into first one mouth and then the other. The two recipients then brought their cum-coated lips together, sharing a creamy kiss that both found hugely enjoyable.
At this point the four of them took a break and chatted over glasses of by far the best French champagne Natalie or Dylan had ever tasted.
David explained that it had been their shared love of "well-hung girls" that had first brought he and his wife together, although he didn't say how they had come to know that about one another. It also became clear that the two spouses were both subscribers to Natalie's webcam feed, and that they had specifically requested what they called "the agency" to supply her services.
Natalie could only wonder how much they had paid for the privilege, though she too felt the benefit of their largesse when David insisted on purchasing the panties she had been wearing -- after he had induced her to use them to clean up the sperm still oozing from his gaping asshole.
Laura then instructed her husband to put them on, before stuffing her own panties into his mouth and forcing him to sit and watch while Rina and Natalie turned their attention to her needs. After taking turns to play with her large boobs and lick out her dripping wet pussy, she had them both fuck her at the same time, with Rina's cock buried in her snatch and Natalie's plunging in and out of an ass that proved as tight and enticing as her husband's.
Even if Natalie's arousal and performance hadn't been enhanced by whatever was in the pills that Rina had given her earlier in the night, she would have found the experience of being part of a double penetration both physically and mentally stimulating, however awkward the mechanics. Judging by her ecstatic cries, Laura plainly felt the same.
When both traps had come inside the older woman, she ordered her increasingly subservient husband to clean her out and swallow all the spunk she had been gifted. Then and only then was David allowed to touch his own cock, masturbating while the three "girls" took turns to manhandle his balls, finger his ass, bite his nipples and rake their nails across whichever part of his body they could reach.
There was still time afterwards for the two escorts to get hard again and spit roast David, though this time only Natalie was able to muster another orgasm, granting Laura's wish to come in her mouth rather than (as she put it) "wasting all that lovely cream on my slut of a husband." Whether this was just an act they were putting on for the fun of it, or whether Laura's dominance carried over into the rest of their married life, was something that Natalie was left to wonder about.
As she and Rina were ferried home in the limousine that had brought them to the hotel in which they had met Laura and David, Natalie asked her classmate whether she knew anything about the couple. Rina shook her head but added that it wasn't unusual in her experience for seemingly powerful figures to love being dominated. "You'd be amazed at the sort of people who want me to put my mistress costume on and then boss them around," she observed.
"You have a mistress costume?" asked Natalie. "You mean black leather, thigh-high boots, riding crop, that sort of thing?"
"Exactly that sort of thing," laughed Rina. "I'll show it you some time, if you like. Not that it would suit you, mind. Not until you get a bit more curvy at any rate. We'll have to see what we can do about that ... Anyway, I get the impression you might be more comfortable taking the other part. Maybe I should put you in a ball gag and handcuffs, stick you in a cage, that sort of thing?"
"Maybe," conceded Natalie. She wasn't sure that was her thing at all. But as the weeks passed after their amazing night out together, she came round to the view that if she was going to trust anyone to tie her up and take control, it would be Rina.
Just as she was trusting her girlfriend right now.
"Okay," she said, trying to steel herself for the ordeal that Rina considered such a vital step in her development. "Let's do this."
With her heart thumping in her chest, Natalie pushed open the door and stepped into the sunlight.
It was the first time she had been out in daylight. Since her first and so far only job as an escort, she had gone out with Rina a few times. But always at night, and never to brightly lit venues. So, this was a big test.
"How far is it again?" she asked, flicking her eyes nervously towards her companion and then back down at the footpath in front of her.
"Fifteen minutes or so," answered Rina. The casualness of her tone matched her outfit, although for once she had chosen to show off some of her golden skin by pairing low-rise jeans with a very short white t-shirt. The sunshine gleamed off her belly ring. She lowered her sunglasses and directed an amused glance at her friend. "You might want to look where you're going, babe. Unless, you know, you're looking to find a husband by bumping into a hot young banker?"
Natalie glanced up -- and immediately wished she hadn't. Rina's apartment was in the centre of the city and the route they were taking was leading them through the financial district. They were surrounded on all sides by a stream of people in business attire, many doubtless on their way to or from lunch. And more than a few of them seemed to be looking her way.
"They're staring at me!" she whispered out of the corner of her mouth, stopping dead and then having to apologise to a couple behind her who nearly bowled her over.
"Well, I should hope so!" laughed Rina, taking Natalie's arm and steering her gently through the flow until they were standing next to a glass-fronted office foyer. "Look," said Rina, gesturing at the reflection. "What do you see?"
"Someone who wishes she'd come out in full PPE," muttered Natalie darkly.
"Well, we can get you one of those sexy lace masks if you're feeling too much at risk," responded her friend calmly. "Seriously though, all I can see is two pretty hot young women. Of course we're going to get some guys looking at us! Girls too with any luck ..."
Natalie looked again. She was wearing a grey sundress, ankle-length boots and a broad-brimmed hat which Rina had insisted she tip back on her head rather than pull down over her eyes. It did all look pretty good on her, she had to concede. Especially with that glittery eye shadow that she had decided to try after seeing it on one of her TikTok favourites.
"Okay, Miss Smarty-pants," she grumbled, gently disengaging Rina's arm and resuming their progress. She tried her best to look around rather than down at her feet, although she did wish her mentor had allowed her to wear dark glasses to give her more protection from the gaze of those around her. Still, that was the point, wasn't it? To get out in the open and become more comfortable with being Natalie.
"So, um, will we be going out again together any time soon? You know, to ... work?" she asked, as much to take her mind off her surroundings as for any other reason -- although the question was one she'd certainly been pondering.
"Funny you should ask," replied Rina. "As it happens, we have another job tonight."
Natalie frowned. "And you were going to tell me this when?"
"Well, I was going to do that after we got where we're going. Boss thought you had enough to worry about as it was. Lot of firsts today, right?"
"I guess," said Natalie. "But does that mean I should be worried about ... whatever we're doing tonight?"
"Well, you were pretty nervous last time! But no, it should be a lot of fun, or so I'm led to believe. I mean, you enjoyed it, didn't you? You certainly came enough!"
Natalie glanced around anxiously, conscious that this wasn't exactly the kind of conversation to be having in a public place. But while she saw quite a few men's gazes slip away the minute she locked eyes with them -- an experience with which she was already familiar from her nocturnal outings -- nobody seemed to be directing any shocked stares in their direction.
"Well, yes ... yes I did." It occurred to her that for all the time she had been spending with Rina lately, they hadn't really spent much time discussing that evening at the club. Unlike her webcam sessions, which Rina seemed to know all about and often discussed in great detail, usually to point out how Natalie could have done something in a more feminine way. It was clear that she had access to the feed, since she had never been present for the sessions themselves.
"I mean, David and Laura are pretty hot for their age. It wasn't exactly hard to, er ..."
"Get hard?" finished Rina, with an arch expression on her face.
"Well yeah," giggled Natalie. "Didn't exactly hurt having, um, you there as well," she added, trying unsuccessfully not to blush.
"Why thank you sweetie, likewise! But look, you're in luck, cos we're seeing them again tonight. David and Laura, I mean. Though apparently some friends of theirs are going to join us as well. More the merrier, right?"
"Right," agreed Natalie, although she wasn't sure about that at all. She'd found it surprisingly easy to perform last time with others watching. Somehow, she just got caught up in the heat of the moment. And it didn't hurt that she'd started with Laura alone. But adding two others to the mix, or more maybe? How would that go?
But before she could dwell on that, they had arrived at their destination. Natalie had been expecting a place at street level, but Rina led them into the lobby of one of the city's tallest buildings, where they took an elevator up to a floor that provided dazzling views. The rent for the premises they were visiting must be extraordinary and Natalie wondered whether or how she could afford prices that would presumably be just as lofty.
"Isn't this going to be, um, a bit rich for us?" she asked as they approached what was clearly a reception desk, staffed by a very pretty young man.
"Hi Rina," he said with a smile, tapping on his keyboard. "I'll get her for you."
"Thanks Michel," acknowledged Rina. Turning to Natalie she added: "No need to worry about the cost, babe, these folks are friends. It's only the rich idiots they fleece. In any case, they owe the boss a favour or two."
"Rina!" The squeal came from a petite and exquisitely made-up brunette in teal-coloured scrubs, who caught Rina up in a massive hug, then immediately turned to her friend.
"Oh wow, you must be Natalie, right? Rina's told me so much about you! We're so looking forward to taking care of you! My name's Emilii, that's Emilii with three Is, so good to meet you!"
Natalie couldn't help but smile at this enthusiasm, but she was also struck by how similar Emilii looked to Rina. They had the same gorgeous brown eyes in particular. She glanced at her girlfriend, who answered the unspoken question. "Yes, Emi's my cousin," she said in a stage whisper, "but don't let her know or she'll get ideas above her station!"
"Hah!" retorted Emilii with a grin. "We all know who the black sheep is in our family! C'mon Natalie, let's go and have a chat about the new you we're going to create!" She beckoned them to follow than stalked away in heels which would have seemed too high to be practical if she didn't move in them so easily.
As Dylan, Natalie had heard often enough about the idea of a makeover. But she had never imagined she would ever actually experience one or realise just how many things it could encompass.
The scope of the exercise became clear when bookings were made for her to return the following week for a series of appointments that would include skin treatments, a full body wax, and as many piercings as she could handle (though ears and belly seemed enough for now). Rina had explained that while these could have been done right away, they might have made the fun planned for that evening just a little too uncomfortable.
For today, the focus was going to be on makeup, nails and hair. It quickly became apparent that Emilii was not just fully aware of Natalie's other identity, but well versed in dealing with crossdressers looking to pass as a member of the opposite sex. She praised the young sissy for "looking, sounding and moving all the right ways for a girl," but also suggested there were improvements that could be made.
She started in a place that it hadn't even occurred to Natalie to think about -- the prominence of her Adam's apple. Chances were that most people would not actively look for what was usually (if not invariably) a tell-tale sign of masculinity. But even subliminally, it might affect their assessment.
It could be hidden, of course, with a scarf, choker or high collar. But Emilii's preferred solution was to use contour makeup to minimise the problem. Natalie was already doing that to suggest a cleavage she didn't have, so this was just a further (if less obvious) application. She was surprised Rina hadn't ever mentioned it, but a quick glance revealed that her girlfriend had nothing in this area herself to hide. Either she had been born that way, or early surgery had taken care of it. Either way it plainly hadn't occurred to her to raise the issue.
As far as facial makeup was concerned, Emilii conducted what was almost an exam to establish how much Natalie knew about product options, colour combinations and application techniques. She was largely satisfied with what she heard but was still able to demonstrate some ways of more effectively feminising her customer's facial features.
Nails came next. Dylan had been letting his fingernails grow and had even taken to wearing polish when otherwise dressed as a man. The questions that this (or his occasional use of eyeliner) might have prompted were forgotten when he also started turning up to classes arm-in-arm with the gorgeous Rina.
Now Natalie was treated to a full manicure and pedicure. Any trepidation she might have felt about having both her fingernails and toenails cut and filed into a more feminine shape was lessened by the sheer enjoyment of feeling so pampered, and then dispelled altogether when she saw how pretty her nails had become, even with just a clear gloss.
She was given a number of colour options by Emilii and settled on a rich plum that had the beautician clapping her hands with glee. "That's what I would have chosen!" she squealed, before planting a congratulatory kiss on her surprised customer's cheek.
After a brief bout of eyebrow reshaping, it was time for the main event -- what to do about Dylan's hair. From that very first session in front of the webcam, Natalie had always worn a wig, and usually a long one. As she nervously removed the auburn tresses she had chosen today, she saw Emilii looking with lips pursed at what was underneath.
Without a cut over the months since his traumatic experience in the toilet block, Dylan's wavy brown hair had grown to the point where he could (and often did) tie it back in a short ponytail. When he was being Natalie, it was typically held in place with a headband.
"Soooo," pondered Emilii, "are we looking for something that works just for Natalie, or does it also need to look good for ... what's your other name?"
"Dylan," supplied Rina. She had been uncharacteristically quiet during the appointment, but Natalie had the sense that it was more a testament to her confidence in her cousin's abilities, not any sudden lack of interest or opinions. "And yes, it does. For now at any rate. Right, babe?"
Natalie nodded. Her heart fluttered a little at the "for now," but she quite deliberately refrained from thinking about that any further. There was something big lurking there, a decision that might soon need to be made. But she wasn't at all sure what that decision should be -- or, just as importantly, who would actually be making it.
For now, she simply listened passively as Emilii sold Rina on the idea of something she called a "shaggy mullet," as well as a recolouring that would make Natalie's hair much darker -- something she had been tending to do in any event through her wig choices, notwithstanding the lighter shade for which she had opted on this particular day.
Two hours later she walked out of the salon with a cut that could have looked as much at home on a (male) guitarist of the 1970s as on a female celebrity of today. She was so taken with the look that when Rina headed off to do some shopping ahead of the evening's outing, Natalie did not simply scurry back to her girlfriend's apartment.
Instead, acting on a tip from Emilii, she went to purchase a leather jacket. It was by far the most expensive item that she or Dylan had ever bought; the cost would have been unthinkable prior to what was proving a very lucrative (if utterly unexpected) career as a webcam model. In theory, it was for Dylan, to complement the rock star haircut he could now sport (minus some of the additional styling it would be given when in feminine mode). In practice, however, Natalie figured to be wearing the new item more than a little herself.
Even with that acquisition complete, the buoyant mood kept her out on the streets, and even took her into a café, where she sipped a latte and watched the people around her. The covert (and sometimes overt) looks she got were suddenly no longer a threat, but a compliment to her appearance.
Several men tried to engage her in conversation, but she politely declined. She wasn't quite feeling that bold yet. And besides, they weren't her type. She wasn't yet entirely sure who would be her type, but she was looking forward to finding out ...
She was still buzzing when she got back to Rina's apartment, and not just from the caffeine. Her mood only improved when she saw what her girlfriend had got for them to wear that night. Instead of identical black cocktail dresses this time, Rina had gone for something very different.
She herself wore a silver sequinned crop top and matching mini dress, which showed acres of skin. For Natalie she had selected a leopard print dress that was see-through enough to make the lacy black bra and panties underneath perfectly visible. There were matching thigh-high stockings and platform heels.
"What is this?" Natalie pretended to grumble. "Hooker chic?" In fact, she thought both outfits looked incredibly sexy.
"Well, that's what we are babe!" responded Rina with a smile. She could see how taken her new friend was, not just with the clothes, but the outcomes from the trip to the beauty salon.
By the time the two them presented themselves at the same club they had previously visited, Natalie had consumed several drinks, plus the now traditional tablet from Rina, and she was feeling very horny indeed. She had long ceased to worry about what she was being given, both as part of the daily vitamins she was now taking, and the pick-me-up that preceded what she had come to think of as her public performances.
Her state of arousal was heightened when they renewed their acquaintance with David and Laura, who each raised an eye at the boldness of the new arrivals' attire but were also quick to compliment them. The older couple were especially taken with Natalie's new haircut. When Natalie mentioned where she had had it done, after a quick glance at Rina to confirm that it was okay to reveal this, Laura seemed shocked that they had able even to get an appointment at what was evidently one of the most exclusive salons in the city.
"You too must be doing pretty well," she observed with a wry grin.
"Oh, it's all those clients who go mad with the tips every time I promise to lick up my own cum from a glass table," answered Natalie impishly. "What is it that makes that so exciting, I wonder?"
"It's the person doing it," said David with a laugh. "I doubt anyone would pay to see that from me!"
"That can be arranged, you know, if you want to test out the theory," laughed Rina, with a sideways glance at Laura. "If Mistress allows, of course!"
Mistress was just about to voice an opinion on this, when she was distracted by the arrival of what she described as their "very good friends," Ben and Jenna.
The friends turned out to be a young couple who made an immediate impression not just through their stunning good looks, but the way they greeted their hosts. Since the purpose of the night was plainly to have sex, it was a not a total surprise when the traditional pecks on the cheek were replaced by lingering, open-mouthed kisses. But even after what had happened last time, it still came as a surprise for the two men to share one of those exchanges, and the women the other.
Natalie's first thought was that the new arrivals must also be escorts. But the light and wine-fuelled conversation that followed suggested otherwise. It became apparent that Jenna, a curvy redhead whose cleavage hinted at breasts to rival Laura's, worked in the same business as David, whatever that might be (they were careful not to be too specific).
For his part Ben, a tall and beautifully dressed young man with the kind of high cheekbones that could easily have put him on a catwalk, worked as some kind of life coach. He had the same broad, square jaw as David, and an easy manner that rivalled the older man's. The two could almost have been father and son, though there were just enough dissimilarities for Natalie not to entertain what would have been a disturbing possibility, given what she'd already seen.
She wasn't sure who had first met whom among this foursome, but the sense of intimate familiarity between all of them was palpable. And given their body language, it was no shock at all that when it came time to split up and start the fun, it was Laura and Jenna who departed first, leaving Ben with David.
What did both surprise and (if she was honest) delight Natalie was that it was Rina who was hauled off to join the women. Natalie would happily have gone with them, given how much she had enjoyed herself last time with Laura. And the prospect of exploring Jenna's ripe body was by any measure an enticing one. Yet it was the men who had been claiming most of her attention.
Her heart positively soared when the three of them undressed in the hotel bedroom to which David took them. Ben's body was slender but tightly muscled, with a covering of light blonde hair that reminded her of Dylan's old friend Sam, the one who had given him his first experience of sucking cock.
From the deferential manner Ben had displayed when with the others, Natalie had expected him to play a subservient role. But he took charge now, making it clear very quickly who was the top in his relationship with David. He ordered the older man to his knees, instructing him to alternate between taking the other two's already hard and throbbing dicks into his mouth, while Ben explored Natalie's mouth, neck and stiff little nipples with his tongue.
Neither Natalie nor Dylan had ever been kissed so extensively by a man before. Sam had never really been into it, much as Dylan might have wanted him to, while the last time they had been together Natalie and David's mouths had mostly been busy with each other's cocks.
Natalie found the experience of being in a strong man's arms far more intoxicating than she had imagined -- and she had been doing a lot of imagining lately.
If it were just a case of pressing mouths together, she would definitely have preferred a woman's kiss, any day. Their lips were much softer and there was no raspy stubble to contend with. But this was so much more.
There was the size difference for one thing. Natalie wasn't particularly small, but nor was she well built either. And over the months of living with her dual identity, food had seemed less important. She had lost not just weight, but muscle bulk. So, when Ben pulled her to him, and put one hand to the back of her neck while reaching down with the other to cup her naked buttock, she had the delicious sense of being caught in a trap -- and not one from which she wanted to be released.
The height difference, even in her heels, also meant that she had to tilt her head up to accept his kiss. That somehow lent an extra element of submission when she opened her mouth to admit his tongue. Down below, she was aware of David periodically working away on her rock-hard cock. But most of her attention was focused on the feeling of being claimed by Ben. When his teeth nipped lightly on her lips and neck and nipples, she moaned and pressed herself even more firmly against him.
His scent filled her nostrils, raw and natural and compelling. It wasn't especially pleasant, not objectively anyway. But it sent all the right signals to a part of her brain that had long been dormant. The part that wanted to be taken by a man.
At first, it seemed that wouldn't happen. Ben, clearly relishing his dominance, had Natalie replace David for a time while he kissed and fondled the older man. Not that Natalie minded too much having two cocks to play with, though she lavished particular attention on Ben's sizeable organ, which rose almost vertically from his groin. It wasn't as thick as David's, but that simply made it easier to slide in and out of her mouth. And its length made it especially enjoyable to run her tongue up and down the shaft.
She did wish that Ben could have followed David in keeping his pubic hair neatly trimmed. But the tangle of hair didn't prevent her from licking and sucking on Ben's balls, working each of them into her mouth in turn before dutifully doing the same for the less hirsute David.
After several minutes of oral attention, she was just wondering whether she would be able to deepthroat the two men, a trick she'd been trying out in private with a large and very realistic looking dildo, when Ben ordered David to lie down on his back with his legs drawn up. Then he had Natalie position herself on top, with his legs resting on her shoulders.
Last time she had fucked David, it had been from behind, both kneeling down and standing up. This time she was looking down at him as she eased her cock into his accommodating ass and began to thrust in and out.
What was fascinating, exciting even, was to see his expressions and reactions as she took him. The little gasp he gave when she first pushed her engorged helmet past his tight ring, and again each time she slapped into him. The mixture of pleasure and pleading in his eyes. The dazed smile that he periodically gave as he looked at her beautiful face, to be replaced by a grimace each time she penetrated just a little further. A grimace that somehow conveyed the most pleasurable type of discomfort.
"Oh, Natalie!" he kept intoning, almost as if praying to a goddess.
The object of his worship was just coming round to the view that there was something to the idea of being a top, when she felt strong hands on her plunging buttocks, slowing their pace and then spreading them to allow what could only be lube to be daubed around and then inside her butthole. As she felt the cool liquid and then Ben's probing finger opening her up, she knew what was coming. When she felt the unmistakable pressure of Ben's manhood as it sought entry to her passage, she almost cried out in celebration.
Up until then she had been excited about the idea of being fucked. She had wanted it. But it was only at that moment, as she prepared to be mounted by this gorgeous young man, that she realised how badly she needed it. Like Dylan, she was into women, and that wasn't going to stop. But she was also into men -- or rather, she wanted them to be into her. Some men, at any rate.
From her own self-pleasuring experiences, she had learnt to relax and let the anal intruder get past her initial defences and slide deep inside. Although Ben was well enough hung, he was no larger than some of the vibrators she'd tried. But unlike them, his cock was made of living, pulsing, warm flesh. And he controlled what happened to it, not her. So, the experience of being penetrated was both like and unlike what she had previously known.
All she knew was that it felt so profoundly right.
For a few moments she simply lay there, her own cock buried deep inside David. She savoured the sensation of being impaled, the pressure of Ben's body against hers, his hot breath against the back of her neck, the roaming hands that ranged over her body or held her hips to gain additional leverage.
But then she remembered that she wasn't there for her own pleasure alone. Slowly, cautiously, she recommenced the process of fucking David, moving slowly at first to get into the rhythm, then feeling Ben adjust as he fell into time with her.
The sense of being sandwiched between two bodies whose needs matched her own was incredible -- as was the feeling that every thrust from Ben was being transmitted through her, that it was his cock as much as hers that was driving a spike into David's innards.
She was gasping herself now, echoing the man beneath her as Ben plunged ever deeper inside her.
"Harder," she heard David call, all desperation and longing. "Fuck me harder!" Only that wasn't his voice, was it? It was hers ... But she lifted her pace all the same, gasping with both the exertion and the exhilaration of the experience.
Beneath her, she was dimly aware of something hot and wet splashing against her belly. She realised afterwards that David must have come, though whether her stimulation had been sufficient on its own or he had used a hand, she couldn't have said. All her attention now was on her own impending orgasm, and that of the man fucking her.
She could tell from an increase in the intensity of Ben's thrusting and a shortening in his breathing when he was getting ready to come. While she strove to keep up the rhythm, she was pushing back into Ben now as much as she was bearing down on David.
"Oh god Natalie!" she heard Ben call. His voice, previously so soothing and assured, was ragged now. "I'm going to come!"
"Come for me darling," she heard herself gasp in reply, fighting to stay beneath the pleasure threshold that was so close she could almost touch it. "Fill me up! I want your cum so badly!"
They were words she'd said before, on the webcam. But that was just play. This was desire -- real desire. And as Ben shouted in ecstasy, thrust convulsively and poured his seed into her, it was as if the jets of his spunk were hitting buttons that lit her up from inside.
She felt a joy then, fierce and wonderful. The release of her own that followed was almost secondary, although she too cried out as she came, bringing her lips down on David's and feeling his thighs clamping against her torso as he received her gift and almost tried to pull her further inside of him.
As the three shuddering bodies came to rest, all Natalie could think was: So that's what it feels like! And there was the sense too that after being conceived in fear and humiliation, and struggling to build a sense of herself that wasn't just an internet creation, she might finally have discovered who she really was ... and who she wanted to be.
To be continued
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