Nathalie's Makeover

The rest of the night was like we were on repeat. I don't know how many times she came but what I can say is my tongue ached like a bastard.

I loved having the weekends to myself and releasing my dirty little secret. It was fast becoming an obsession and it was slowly consuming me from within. I called it my dirty secret because every time I dressed I was overcome by those old feelings of shame. But I couldn't help it. I was overwhelmed and it invaded my thoughts the moment I walked in on Friday nights. The times I tried to fight off the urge I got so eaten up I eventually succumbed. I was getting really good at doing my own makeup. I spent literally hours in front of her mirror adding different touches and trying different looks. Without blowing my own trumpet I looked pretty good.

At work Yves took every opportunity to ask about my sister and where she lived, whether she had a boyfriend. I snapped angrily at him that it was none of his business. He was taken aback by my hostility. Coupled with the fact he was still pissed off about being sent on a wild goose chase looking for me that night meant I got a little reprieve.

Yves went back to Paris and Viv went into overdrive trying to convince me to go out with her dressed as Nathalie. As much as I loved the dressing up I was scared of the public humiliation if someone recognised me. That wasn't the only thing that worried me. It was the not so subtle hints about how cute, guys would find me. That scared the shit out of me. Over the weekend Viv was at her mums looking after her again. By Saturday afternoon I was parading around the house dressed in the sexiest of Viv's lingerie and her favourite little black dress. My makeup looking better than ever. I was drinking as I had been since lunch so I was feeling no pain. I had the stereo going and was having a blast. My phone pinged notifying I had a message. It was from Viv. 'GOT A CALL FROM YVES. HE IS COMING AROUND FOR A VISIT WITH YOU THIS ARVO. SHOULD BE THERE ANY MINUTE.'

"What." I freaked out. I rang her straight away. "Why is he coming? Why didn't he call me?" I was spraying out words and she was trying to get in a word but couldn't. After several attempts she finally spat out. "I don't know why he called me darling but I said you wouldn't mind. Cor what's the bloody problem anyway. You guys are friends."

"Fuck that Viv I haven't been comfortable around him since he saw me dressed."

She snickered. "Oh don't be a sook. Have a drink with him. It will be nice for you to have some company while I'm not there and you can reconnect."

I laughed. "Fuck that I will just pretend I am not home."

She giggled. "That won't work love. I told him where the key is and said if you weren't home to just go in and make himself comfortable while he waited."

She was no sooner off the phone than there was a knock on the door. I panicked and froze. Fuck he couldn't help but hear the music. He knew I was home. I raced into the kitchen hoping he wouldn't come in. Nope he just walked straight in as bold as brass like he owned the fucking place. I was fucked. He called out hello several times and I just stayed hidden in the kitchen.

After a few moments of wandering around calling my name he walked into the kitchen with a couple of bottles of spirits and plonked them on the bench. The moment he saw me he broke into a wide beaming smile and said in that cheesy accent of his. "Well hello ma Cherie. I was not expecting to find you here."

I stuttered, "I was just waiting for Nathan."

He walked over and gave me a kiss on each cheek. I had put my hands out to stop him getting to close. He grinned like a Cheshire cat who had just got the cream. "Let's have a drink you magnifique petite créature."

He rummaged around and found a couple of glasses. I tried to figure out what I was going to do without actually saying much. He might not recognise me to look at but I was sure he would pick my voice. He poured us both a glass I didn't say no because I was hoping it might still my shaking nerves. As we skulled back our shots his phone went. He was chatting away and laughing and by the conversation I realised he must be talking to Viv. He handed me the phone. "Well, well, well who's a naughty little girl then?" She giggled. "You have got yourself in a right pickle haven't you?"

I walked away from Yves and whispered. "What the hell am I going to do?"

She just laughed. "You are just going to have to entertain him aren't you." She was laughing so much it pissed me off. I handed him back his phone and he handed me another shot.

We walked into the lounge and as I sat on the sofa he sat down beside me. Thankfully he pulled out his laptop apologising he had a few emails to send off. As he did that I raced off to the bathroom to call Viv. As she answered I hissed. "Come on hon, you have to help me."

She was still laughing not hysterically this time at least. "What do you want me to do Nathalie?"

"Cut it out hon. Look I know I should have told you but please I am begging you. Please help me get rid of him." She quietened down a little. "Honey just have a couple of drinks with him and then tell him you need him to leave. I will ring and see what happens. Just relax have the drink and then you can shoo him away."

"Fuck that's easy for you to say, you haven't seen the way he is looking at me."

She giggled. "Well you never know you might get lucky." She burst into hysterics as she sung. "Lucky, lucky, lucky."

"Not fucking funny Viv!" I hung up, fuck her!

When I walked back into the lounge Yves was sitting on the sofa typing on his laptop. His phone up to his ear and he was laughing uproariously. As I approached I noticed that he had another window open which he closed as I sat down. The chairs had laundry on them from where I was folding it up earlier, so I had to sit beside him.

We talked a little but it was the speed that the shots were going down that had me worried. I could feel myself getting tipsy. Fuck I had drunk a bottle of wine before he got here. I was feeling it but I didn't realise how much until I stood up to get some snacks. As I stood up I fell sideways and ended up on top of him. He held me in a tight embrace as I wrestled to get out of his grasp.

As I wriggled to get free he held me tighter. "Your freedom is going to cost a kiss he whispered."

I struggled but I was no match for him. He wasn't only big, he was as strong as a fucking ox and he wasn't letting go. I thought fuck it and went to give him a quick peck on the cheek but he held me tight and as I leaned closer to him and his lips closed on mine. His hand slid around gripping the back of my head and holding me firm. My eyes bulged and my feet kicked but he had me tight and his tongue was relentless in its endeavour to slide past my clamped lips.

With my struggles getting more frantic he took sympathy and let me go. Flustered I rebuked him. "I am married you bastard."

He shrugged. "Sorry my love but you are far too gorgeous to resist. I apologise if I was to forward."

I scowled and went to get the snacks. When I returned he had poured more drinks. Fuck I was already struggling and I could see he was feeling the pinch as well.

As I sat down he curled his arm up over my shoulder and he handed me another shot. We clinked glasses and skulled them back. We repeated that frequently over the next hour until the bottle was gone. The whole time I was becoming more and more aware of the heat of his arm which was resting across my shoulders.

As we started the second bottle he raised his glass in a toast. As we clinked glasses I felt his arm give me a gentle squeeze. As I put my glass down his arm curled tighter around my neck and he pulled me into another kiss. This time he was not going to be denied and his tongue pushed into my mouth. I was taken completely by surprise but as his tongue slithered and wriggled in my mouth I allowed my own to waltz a little with his. It was making my head spin. The feel of his course skin roughly scratching mine. His tough forceful lips were strong and his mouth seemed so big that there was no escaping.

As the intensity of the kiss strengthened my desire to fight was decreasing by the minute and I found myself giving into his advances. I tried to get a grip, find some level of control but it was useless I was under his control.

What made me jump was the feel of his hand sliding up my leg. That made me jump. I pulled back quickly and screamed "STOP." The fierceness of my response I think is what made him pull back.

"Please Yves, I am married I can't do this. He grabbed my hand and pulled it onto his lap. "Ma Cherie you cannot leave me like this." I could feel his cock throbbing through his trousers. "That wouldn't be fair would it Cherie? "Surely you wouldn't make me leave like this."

His lips locked back on mine and that searing passionate kiss continued. His tongue was relentless and so powerful. The kiss had been going on for several moments before I realised my hand was still resting on his cock. No resting wasn't the right description I was unconsciously squeezing his throbbing cock.

His hand closed over mine as he pulled down his zipper and pulled out his growing monster. He was looking straight in my eyes as I found my hand clasping for the first time in my entire life another man's hard cock. This thing wasn't just hard it was fucking enormous. Fuck it would put most porn stars to shame. I was shocked at the size of it and our eyes were still locked together.

"Hhhhmmmmm, like that do you baby?"

I couldn't answer I just wanted him to go. He locked me back into that scintillating kiss. God my heart was thumping so hard my mind was mush. As we kissed I was powerless to stop the caress of his bulging cock. I admit I had penis envy I just couldn't believe how heavy it felt in my hand and it wasn't even properly hard. Fuck maybe it's so big it doesn't get hard?

I couldn't remember ever being so aroused, my own cock was hard as steel and it was getting harder as the kiss deepened. I was stroking that huge slab of meat squeezing it and milking it, smearing the precum over the head with my thumb just the way I liked doing with my own.

He moaned. "Oh god my darling, that feels so good. Your hand is so soft." His lips were all over my neck and shoulders as he nibbled and kissed, sucked and bit. His hot breath in my ear was making me moan. He sniggered, "Yes you like that, don't you? You like that nice big cock in your hand, you want it don't you? Feel it my darling, stroke it feel it grow for you."

I bit my lip unable to answer. Fuck the problem is the answer was yes. It felt incredible and I was under his spell. I stroked him faster and faster. Long smooth strokes, squeezing and kneading the shaft.

He gripped my head tightly and we fell back into the kiss. My toes were curling and I trembled uncontrollably. As we separated from the kiss he whispered hoarsely. "Give it a little kiss my sweet, just a kiss to show me you like it." His gaze was so intense and his voice was so commanding I leaned down and placed my lips on the head of that giant snake and gave it what I intended to be a little kiss. He moaned loudly. "Oh fuck, yes baby that's it that is so good."

Somehow the sound of his increasing pleasure gave me a thrill and I opened my mouth and slid my tongue all around the knob bathing it wetly. "Yes, yes, yes that is it my god you little minx you crazy sexy little creature."

His words gave me the encouragement I didn't really need and I opened my lips even further and invited more of his cock deeper into my salivating mouth. It was wonderful and scary at the same time. I felt this amazing thrill electrifying my whole body. I slid my lips deeper down his shaft then back up and then back down. I was luxuriating in the feel and texture. How could anything be so hard and yet so soft? And the taste, it wasn't in the least what I expected, it was salty but not in a horrible way. Fuck it tasted wonderful.

All the time he moaned with desire. "Fuck yes baby, fuck that's it, suck that cock. Yes suck it baby."

I bobbed up and down as my hand slithered around in his trousers caressing his balls, squeezing and stroking. "Oh fuck you little slut, fuck that's good. Suck it you bitch fuck I am going to cum."

That announcement scared me and I lifted up my head but he wasn't having that. His hand pressed down on the back of my head until he was buried back into my mouth.

"Don't stop slut your prize awaits."

I was choking on cock, he was pressing so far into my mouth. I slid my mouth back up and then re-found my rhythm sucking that monstrous muscle, sliding my lips up and down fucking him with my mouth. He was in heaven as he cried and moaned. "Oh my god you dirty little slut I am going to fill your mouth, oh fuck I am going to cum."

His deep resonant voice egging me on. His fat shaft was filling my mouth as I tried harder and harder to fit more in. I suddenly felt his muscles tighten and his balls swell up in my hands and I knew I was about to get a mouthful and he didn't disappoint. My mouth was flooded with his hot sticky salty goo.

Shot after shot spraying my mouth and coating my tongue. I sucked and sucked trying to get it all. "Fuck you gorgeous little slut," he groaned. "God that was delicious. That's was the best blow job I have ever had."

Strangely those words made me feel happy as I licked up the last few drops. He lifted up my head and kissed me again his tongue delving deep into my mouth swirling around delighting in the taste of his own juices.

Sated and drunk he bid me adieu and I collapsed in a heap on the sofa. I had been lying there for several minutes when I heard my phone ringing. I knew it would be Viv. I was scared to answer. What the fuck was I going to say??

What the fuck had I done? Oh my god, what the fuck have I done!