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Kinky Kat

By: rick_oh



It was obvious to him from the start that Kat was dominant. She was very attractive, with the athletic appearance of the kind you see in photos of women's track and field events. When Kat first saw Rick at the bookstore she decided that he was the kind of guy she wanted. She noticed him frequently looking at her, and after a while she came over to him with a friendly smile and asked if he would take a look at her laptop computer to determine why it was not working well. Flustered by the unexpected attention, he blushed and stammered that he would be glad to. She said it was in her car, and they could look at it there. 

He followed her out of the bookstore. She was rather tall in her heels, and her long stride was that of a very self-assured woman.

"I can't wait to get out of these hose and heels," she said as she unlocked her car. "Tell you what -- instead of sitting here in the heat, let's take my laptop into the snack bar and you can look at it in there."

Kat ordered dessert and coffee for both of them while the machine rebooted, and she made a point of looking directly at him with probing eyes and smiling sexily while he investigated her complaint that the computer was running slowly. He was fascinated that her computer desktop wallpaper image consisted of a collage of various bondage and discipline items -- a cat-o-nine-tails, a wooden paddle, a riding crop, and even an enema bag, for heaven's sake!

While he worked, Kat asked him a myriad of questions and found out his situation -- that he was basically available and submissive. She also employed some techniques to determine how desperate he was for sex. After he finished correcting a few things and showed her that her laptop ran faster, she thanked him profusely and then became more direct with him.

She lowered her voice almost to a whisper, leaned forward, and grasped his hand. She knew that he liked her attention. She thrust one leg forward until it made contact with his.

"I'm going to take a risk and be rather direct," she said. "I think we would get along well in bed." She waited for his look of surprise and eagerness, and continued. "I've got to warn you, though. I'm dominant, and I'm kinky. If you're interested, I'll say more." She drew back and dispassionately waited for the answer she knew was forthcoming.

He assured her that he would like to hear more, and she drew near again. "I have a very high-stress job -- lots of frustrations. I took the day off today to recover and get away from it. I'm not available for play during the week, so when the weekend comes, I'm ready to make up for it. I let my hair down and my inhibitions out." Kat was sure that her new friend had an erection that pressed against the confines of his pants, and continued. "I'll give you a good hard spanking, then a nice big enema or two. After that, I'll have my way with you, in several different ways, till you beg for mercy."

Kat giggled.

"Look at the time," she exclaimed. "I've got to get home and out of these clothes. Here's my phone number -- call me tomorrow if you want a new experience this weekend." Then, with a sexy giggle as she talked, she instructed him, "Don't take matters into your own hand, now. I want you to save up every drop for the weekend." She reached under the table and put her hand on his crotch, felt the hardness there, and giggled again. "He'll be busy this weekend. Bye now." Then she got up and left.

Kat got the expected phone call the next day, and told him to meet her for a light dinner at a restaurant close to her place on Friday evening.

During dinner she teased him, subtly suggesting that if he went along with her plans she was insatiable for sex. By the end of the meal he was totally submissive to her, and she gave him directions to her house.

The first thing she had him do when he was at her place was to strip totally. She watched as he removed his clothes, and smiled at his slight mental discomfort as his erect cock protruded straight out. Kat, of course, remained fully dressed.

"Let's go to my bedroom," she instructed, and led the way. Once in her room, she turned around and lightly fingered his cock for a few moments. His breathing deepened as did his desperation.

"How about a spanking," she sexily whispered, knowing that a submissive male is more than willing to offer his ass to an attractive woman.

"Yes.. Yes ma'am," he quavered.

She pointed to a firm cylindrical pillow on the floor. "Pick that up, put it on the edge of the bed, and bend over it with your feet on the floor," she commanded. He scrambled to do as she told. When he was positioned, she added, "Arms stretched out in front!"

He instantly complied, and Kat continued. "Now you are presented for the paddle. Whenever I tell you to present yourself for the paddle, this is what you do. Always. And if you are dressed, you pull your pants down enough to bare your bottom." She leisurely fetched a hardwood paddle and began.

He exclaimed loudly with each hard swat. The paddle always hurts more than expected. When he kicked his legs, she admonished him to keep still. Twenty hard swats she gave before she stopped. She lightly touched his blazing bottom and ran her fingertips all around. "Nice and red," she commented. She continued the soft caresses until he started to softly moan with pleasure at her touch. "I'd like to give you an enema," she sensuously whispered. "Would you like Nurse Kat to give you a nice, warm, sudsy enema?" She continued her touching.

"Yes, ma'am."

"Well, tell me that you want it!"

"N-Nurse Kat," he stammered, "Please give me an enema."

"A nice warm, sudsy enema?"

"Yes, please! A warm sudsy enema!"

"Okay, I'm going to fix a warm, soapsuds, two quart enema! Then you're going to offer your ass to me and I'll stick the nozzle in. You will take every last drop and hold it until I tell you to get rid of it. You'll feel so full, but you'll stay holding it. (giggle) Will you do that for Nurse Kat?"

"Oh, yes!"

"Good. Stay right there while I fix it."

Kat prepared a two quart soapsuds enema and called him into the bathroom. She had him kneel on the floor with his head down. After teasing him to a desperately erect state, she inserted the large nozzle and started the flow. His intense arousal assured his cooperation with Kat. The fluttering in his tummy that he felt in anticipation turned to a distressing fullness as the liquid inexorably intruded. Kat reduced the flow rate, though she never stopped the enema. She took sensuous delight in her charge's utterances of distress. After the enema was completely inside him, Kat left the nozzle in place while she made sure he retained it for the requisite five minutes.

He moaned and exclaimed from the fullness and the occasional cramping. Kat spoke reassuringly to him while she fingered his cock. At long last, she let him get up to expel, and told him to clean up in the shower afterward. While he did so, she had ample time to prepare for the next step.

When he entered the bedroom after getting cleaned up, he was treated to a breathtaking sight -- Kat was lying on the bed, totally naked, her legs partially spread, her hair down. His hungry eyes took in the beauty of the scene - her firm, smooth legs, her inviting thighs, her sensuous pubic hair, her firm abdomen and breasts, and finally, her bright smile.

Kat placed her hands behind her head as she lay there. "Do me with your mouth," she softly said in a near whisper. "I want to see if you're any good at eating pussy."

He eagerly tasted her nectar and in the course of twenty minutes, gave her two orgasms. When she calmed down from her orgasmic crests, she told him, "You may enter me now."

He savored the moment he had waited for -- Kat guided his throbbing member toward her womanhood, and he easily slid inside. She put her arms around him and smiled. "Easy now," she whispered soothingly, "I love the feel of your cock in me. I want to feel it for a while before you come. Build up slowly, so that every part of your body will feel it when you climax."

Kat puckered her lips, and he moved in for sensuous kisses as he slowly pumped.

"Oh, and one more thing," she casually stated. "I told you I was kinky. Every time you come inside me, you must use your mouth on my pussy afterward, and suck me clean. Every time."

Kat saw the confused desperation in his eyes as he comprehended what she had just told him. She knew that she was no doubt providing the best sex he had ever had, and now she imposed a condition on his getting the relief that he so eagerly craved.

She subtly moved under him, smiled sexily and asked, "Yes?"

His nuts ached for her, especially since he was experiencing a session that a lot of guys would envy. He thought of Kat's attentions, her beautiful legs and pussy, and his fervent desire to spurt inside her. With a tone of resignation, he whispered, "Yes."

Kat smiled, placed her hands behind her head, and started to sing a melody without words.

He steadily pumped. A massive ejaculation built up steadily as he plowed and she sang. Her wordless voice seemed to originate from her midsection, and stimulated him further. A moment later, the stimulation was too much for him, and he yielded to the inevitable. Spurt after spurt shot from his cock into Kat's womanhood as he thrashed about in orgasmic ecstasy.

Kat placed her arms around him and held him inside her for a few moments. Then she grasped his hips and withdrew him. "Okay," she whispered, and spread her legs slightly. He had some hesitation at first when he saw the translucent white creamy substance oozing from Kat's attractive womanhood. He brought his resolution to the fore and performed his committed task. Afterward, he reasoned that it was worth it. Kat's reaction to his oral attention was nothing short of phenomenal. She twisted her hips, she pounded the bed with her fists, she exclaimed with open-mouthed moans. And, she climaxed hard.

"That was wonderful," she coarsely whispered. "Let's get some sleep." They both slept hard for several hours.

He awoke to the familiar sensation of an early morning erection, and saw Kat smiling at him. She grasped his erection and teased it for a few moments and said, "First, it's an enema for you. Then we'll have breakfast and get back to having fun."

She had him take more than two quarts of enema this time, warm and sudsy, and greatly enjoyed his reaction while he retained it. After a leisurely breakfast, they were back in the bedroom, Kat fully dressed, and her charge completely naked.

"When I tell you to prepare yourself for the strap or the cane, I want you to put the bolster pillow in the center of the bed, and lie face down on top of it with your hips raised. I'm going to give you a good strapping. Prepare yourself."

Kat retrieved a leather strap, and proceeded to thoroughly redden his nether cheeks. She delighted in his urgent shouts as she delivered stroke after stroke of the leather instrument.

When she stopped, she removed her clothes and donned a strap-on harness with its flexible probe. Then she snapped on a disposable glove.

"Have you ever been taken with a strap-on?" she asked.

"No ma'am."

Kat giggled. "Turn that pillow around and get on top of it face down so I have good access to you," she commanded while she retrieved a jar of lubricant. He turned the bolster pillow so that he lay on it lengthwise with his hips and midsection raised.

She generously lubricated his nether portal, and did the same to her probe. When he felt Kat's strong hands grasp his hips in preparation for entry, he knew without a doubt that however fast, deep, or hard she wanted the probe to go, it would do exactly that. She went slowly at first, getting him accustomed to the intrusion. Her strong hips then fucked him harder and faster. His exclamations intensified her arousal, and she frequently giggled while subjecting him to a strenuous fucking.

"Oh, that felt good!" Kat exclaimed when she pulled out and removed her harness.

Kat had him turn over. She teased his erection for about an hour, and then whispered, "Fuck me. Remember what I told you about sucking me clean afterward." Then she lay back in a submissively enticing manner. He wasted no time entering Kat's creamy womanhood. After less than a minute of deep pumping, he profusely erupted inside her. A few minutes later she loudly moaned as he applied his mouth to her freshly sexed pussy. After her whole body shook with her orgasm, they cuddled and rested for a while.

Twice more that day she had him apply his mouth to her pussy without affording him any relief. That evening, she mercilessly teased his cock over an extended time before going to sleep.

Twice during the night she woke him up by fingering his cock, and had him fuck her, followed by his giving her a raucous orgasm when he performed his cleanup duties.

They both slept through much of the following morning, after which she gave him a three quart enema followed by a severe caning. She instructed him to present himself as he did for the strap. As she briskly wielded the cane, he shouted while he pumped and jerked his hips, something that she found arousing. When she took him with her strap-on afterward, she fucked well past the point of his begging her to stop. His cries of, "Oh, Kat! Please! Please stop! Please stop!" served to bring her to a full body orgasm. Only then did she pull out.

As they lay cuddling on the bed afterward, Kat told him how she received her training in being dominant.

"I've been on the receiving end of everything that I do," she began. "When I realized that I was dominant and needed to relieve my workday frustrations on a man's bottom, I wanted to be sure to know how to do it right, so I enlisted the help of another woman. At first I thought she was just going to show me how to do it. But she insisted that I should go through everything that she did to her boyfriend so I'd know how it felt. At first I did watch for several sessions. Everything, including the enemas, and her boyfriend fucking her. She had the same rule that I have - everything he put into her pussy, he had to clean out with his mouth. That's so sexy!"

She grasped his cock and fingered it as she talked.

"After several sessions she put me through the paces. She gave me enemas and spankings, and took me with the strapon -- in the tail end. She even had her boyfriend fuck her, and then had me clean her pussy once. (Giggle) That was something!"

Kat felt Rick's erection hardening.

"I see that this excites you. (Giggle) After that, she had me practice on her boyfriend. I gave all kinds of enemas, spankings, and other domination things. I took him with the strapon several times. The only thing he didn't do is fuck me."

Kat maneuvered so that she was on top of him, and inserted his now hard cock in her womanhood. She smiled and slowly pumped her hips.

"Are you going to come back next weekend?" she asked.

"Ahhhh! Yes!"

Kat kept up her inexorable pumping.

"I want you to not do yourself by hand more than once this coming week. Save the rest for the weekend. You want to put all that in my pussy, don't you? (Giggle)"

"Unhh! Yes!"

"Are you getting ready to cum? You gonna cum? You gonna cum?"

"Ahhh! Oh God, Kat! Uhh! Uhh! Unhh!"

Kat drained every drop from his reserve, and then lay back while he extracted what he had put in. She experienced a body-shaking orgasm. When they got dressed, she gave him a long, passionate kiss, and sent him home.

During the week Rick had frequent erections just thinking about Kat and the wild weekend. The idea of her giving him enemas excited him, and even the spankings that are so hard to endure when they are happening served to whet his arousal. When he recalled her gorgeous thighs and pussy, and spurting wildly inside her, it took all his resolve to resist taking matters into his own hand. Midway through the week he did allow himself the one time that Kat permitted. Although he still had some reservations about sucking on Kat's delicious pussy after ejaculating inside her, he admitted to himself that her excited eyes, plus the sight of their combined juices oozing from her freshly sexed pussy almost made it worth it.

Kat frequently jilled herself just before sleep, thinking about the weekend and making plans for the coming session. The relief she got from jilling herself paled in comparison to the rush of arousal from dominating, followed by her sweet orgasms when a guy sucks on her pussy after pumping it full of his cream.

Rick came over that Friday afternoon as planned, and Kat immediately began by ordering him out of his clothes. She set the tone of the weekend by administering a lengthy strapping and gave him a large enema. Later as he lay on the bed with his legs spread and a healthy erection pointing skyward, she alternately teased his erection and flicked her finger against his balls, sometimes softly, most of the time hard enough to make him exclaim. Her sexy giggle alternated with his sometimes anguished shouts.

She brusquely took him with her strap-on, and then they went to bed. She turned out the light and prepared to go to sleep. Rick, for his part, whispered his entreaties. "Please, Kat! Please!" She pretended to ignore him for a while, then turned on the light. She got on her back and spread her legs and told him to kneel between her knees. Then she grasped his member and quickly jerked him off, aiming so that he spurted on the inside of her thigh. She then ordered him to clean the spunk with his mouth. After that, she had him lick her pussy until she climaxed. They both slept after that.

The next morning Kat gave him another large soapsuds enema. After a brisk caning in which he wildly pumped his hips with each stroke, she placed the cane on the nightstand for later use instead of putting it away.

Kat was practically insatiable when she gave him a good working over with her strap-on. Rick's shouts as she plunged and pounded, served to arouse her to a degree that surprised her.

Afterward, she tied his hands against his sides, had him turn over face up, and straddled his midsection. She inserted his cock into her juicy womanhood and, over the next forty minutes, slowly pumped, with many pauses, to the accompaniment of his desperate and aroused moans. At one point she told him. "This is how I like to be made love to -- nice and long, and slowly when necessary. Not all frenzied and over in a flash." When she was ready for him to spurt the massive load that built up with all the activity thus far, she pumped slightly faster, and did not stop until he ecstatically cried out her name in his ejaculatory convulsions.

Kat giggled, and kept his cock inside her as long as she could. When it slipped out, she said, "Ready for dessert?" and straddled his mouth. As he kissed and sucked on her well creamed womanhood, Kat rode his face and experienced several orgasms.

She untied him, pumped a generous serving of lubricant inside his nether portal, and inserted a self-retaining butt plug. They got dressed and went out for a leisurely meal.

The constant sensation of fullness from the butt plug while being around Kat heightened Rick's surrender to her. "I want you to wear that butt plug three or four hours a day," Kat instructed. "Give yourself a couple of enemas in the middle of the week. And NO sexual relief!"

Kat knew that it was not wise to keep her new friend in constant denial of pleasure, so she decided to give him some motivation to return and to obey her instructions when he was away. Back at Kat's that evening after dinner, she teased his erection until it seeped. Then she told him, "Tonight you can fuck me as much as you want to. If I'm asleep and you want me, just wake me up and I'll let you in. My pussy rule still stands, though -- you give me pleasure with your mouth after you squirt. And remember what I told you this morning about how I like to make love."


Kinky Kat



That night was pure heaven for Rick. He took Kat three times before morning, commencing immediately after her announcement. He prolonged intercourse as much as he could, and by the third time in the early morning darkness, he rode her substantially longer than he had before. That time, Kat lay back with a dreamy smile and moaned contentedly several times before he blasted forth inside her with a wrenching ejaculation. Scarcely a few minutes later, Kat's choked utterances signaled her orgasm. They slept well.

When they got out of bed, Kat handed him some clippers and razors and told him to go in the bathroom and shave himself from the waist down. In spite of his trepidation, he found the enhanced feeling of nakedness extremely erotic. When he emerged into the bedroom, his throbbing erection pointed straight out. Kat giggled and had him lie back on the bed while she applied hot towels, foam, and the razor to the hair that he missed around his balls.

She tied him spread-eagle on the bed, retrieved the cane, and with one hand holding his cock out of the way, delivered several smart strokes to his balls. His exclamations were sweet music to her. When she decided his balls had been punished enough, she slowly stroked his cock back to its previous hardness, and proceeded to fuck him, leisurely and slowly, over the next half hour before allowing him to erupt.

Subsequent to her raucous orgasm from his cleaning her pussy, she untied him, they got dressed, and she gave him the butt plug he was to wear daily along with written instructions. He was to have no sexual relief, keep himself smoothly shaved from the waist down, and show up the following Friday evening.

His balls sore, his cock drained, and his legs and pubes shaved smooth, Rick admitted to himself that although the sessions were becoming more severe, he experienced more pleasure from each one in succession. During the week he had persistent erections while following Kat's orders to wear the butt plug and avoid relief. Thursday evening he shaved himself for the weekend.

The following day he presented himself at Kat's. She had him lubricate and insert the butt plug, and they went out to dinner. They sat next to each other, side by side. She sipped Chianti while he had water. They were nibbling on the appetizer when she giggled and told him, "Keep your hands on the table for the next couple of minutes." She reached under the tablecloth and unzipped his pants and grasped his cock, which immediately firmed up. After she manipulated it for a moment, she poured some olive oil on her plate and discreetly oiled her fingers. Then she reached under the tablecloth and began to skillfully hand job Rick.

He put an arm around her shoulder and whispered in her ear, "Kat! Kat!" In less than a minute she brought him to ejaculation. As he freely spurted under the table, he trembled and hoarsely whispered, "Oh God, Kat! Ah! Ahh! Ahh!" She giggled as she held his pulsing member in her hand. After a moment his cock became soft in her hand and she tucked it inside his pants. As she wiped the oil from her hand with a napkin she casually said, "I think your zipper's undone -- maybe you should take care of that. He sheepishly reached under the tablecloth and fixed his zipper. They went on to have an enjoyable dinner, during which Kat asked him many questions about how he fared during the week. She mentioned how eager she was to start him off with a nice warm three quart enema when they got back to her place.

True to her word, a couple hours later she administered a three quart soapsuds enema and had him retain it for ten minutes while he struggled and groaned. A while later his heart raced when he felt Kat's firm hands grasp his hips in preparation for a good fucking with her strap-on. Those hands held him in place while she lustily pumped and pumped. She varied the timing and force of her thrusts, and each one got a reaction from him. Finally, with her probe still inside him, she lay forward. She grasped his forearms and placed her naturally smooth legs alongside his recently shaved legs, and using only her powerful hips, pumped until he begged for mercy.

Afterward, Kat lay back while Rick applied his mouth to her aroused pussy. Then she let him in, and they had long-lasting intercourse in varying positions. After he profusely ejaculated inside her, he again treated her to his oral skills.

Kat was too tired to administer a spanking, and told him she'd give him a good paddling after his morning enema.

The following morning he had his enema, breakfast, and a paddling in that order. Then she teased him all day using her hands, her body, her sexy voice, butt plugs, and ball weights. When evening came she told him, "You can fuck me once tonight if I whip your balls with the cane. Or, you can choose to go to sleep and be frustrated all night." He, of course, after all the teasing and denial he endured that day, chose the caning.

She took all her clothes off, had him lie face up on the bed with a firm pillow under his hips, and tied his feet and hands. She held his cock with one hand, and subjected his aroused balls to an ample caning using her other hand. Each time Kat imparted a brisk stroke with the tip of the cane, Rick exclaimed loudly, pumped and jerked his hips for a moment, and settled down for the next stroke. His reaction intensely aroused her.

When she decided that Rick's balls had been subjected to enough of the cane, she untied him. With an aroused look in her eyes she told him, "Okay, just once tonight. Make it last as long as you want to." She lay back and waited for him to enter her. He plowed her pussy in various ways -- fast, slow, brusque, and tender. He made the session last for well over a half hour, and several times had to completely stop all pumping for a few moments so that he could savor the experience. He gradually built up a massive ejaculation, and emptied the day's tension inside Kat's willing pussy. After she straddled his mouth and he gave her womanhood the expected oral attention, they slept soundly.

Before lunch Kat administered a sound paddling and his third enema of the weekend. They had lunch, and then they cuddled on her bed, and after some foreplay, she alternately took him with her strap-on and teased his cock to an erect state. When he was near crazy from the stimulation, she tied him and straddled his midsection. After inserting his hard seeping cock inside her, she slowly -- very slowly -- fucked him over a lengthy period of time, making sure he did not ejaculate.

When her hips ached, she then allowed him to spurt inside her, and kept him there until he slipped out. She untied him, had him suck her pussy to orgasm, and sent him home with instructions for him to give himself two enemas immediately before next Friday's session.

It took all of his will power to avoid sexual relief during the week. As much as he wanted relief, he also wanted to follow Kat's instructions. He did not like the idea of lying to her if she asked about it, and he did not know what consequences would follow if he told her that he had taken matters into his own hand.

He went to Kat's place already aroused from his denial of relief. She gave him a brisk, hot paddling and then they went to dinner. When they got back to her place, they both stripped completely. Kat seated herself on an ottoman and spread her legs. The sight of her delectable pussy brought forth immediate seepage from Rick's hard member.

Kat knew that Rick could not withstand what she had in mind for later in the weekend without some relief prior to that, so she had him kneel between her thighs and enter her. She controlled the depth of his pumping by placing her hands on his hips and guiding him in and out. She did not allow him to enter her up to the hilt, and only permitted him to thrust his cock halfway inside. She puckered her lips and he pressed in for sensuous kisses while he worked up to a wrenching ejaculation. He spurted pulse after pulse of hot semen into her welcoming womanhood, and stayed inside as long as he could. Kat then had him lie on the floor and she straddled his mouth. She freely voiced her arousal and subsequent orgasms as he kissed and sucked her pussy clean.

Subsequent to a refreshing sleep, Kat gave him an enema the next morning, but no spanking. She tied his hands to the bedposts leaving the rest of his body free, and slowly teased him over an extended period of time until he seeped. She brought him to the edge of ejaculation several times without letting him cross the line. He pleaded with her for relief, and she ignored him. Then she stripped and pressed her whole body against his for a few minutes.

She casually stroked his member as she told him her plan. "I've got a little game for us," she giggled. "I'm going to oil my hands and pump your cock ten times. If you can keep from cumming, you can fuck me all day as much as you want. If you cum, though, that's it till tomorrow, plus I'll give you two spankings and have other kinds of fun today." She giggled again, and squirted some oil on her hands.

She placed both hands around his cock. "Here goes, now," she tittered. Then she gave a slow, sensuous stroke, up once and back down. "One."

"Ohhhh," Rick moaned.

Kat giggled sexily as she stroked his cock once more. "Two!"

"Uhh! Uhhh!"

She smiled and stroked again. "Three."

"Uh! Oh, Kat!"

She giggled and gave another one. "Here's four!" Rick's cock twitched.

"Kat, Kat! Uhhhh!"

On the fifth stroke, his cock pulsed once. When she pumped the sixth time, his cock jerked a couple of times.

"(Giggle) Seven!"

"Aaaaaaaugh! KAT! KAT!"

The cock in Kat's hands spurted several jets of semen.

"Oh, you're in for it now!" she exclaimed in mock scolding.

Kat untied Rick, then put on her strap-on harness with its probe. She ordered him to lie face down, generously lubricated him and her probe, and entered him. Lying on top of him, she gave him a prolonged fucking. Then she told him to stay where he was, and prodeeded to give him a severe whipping with a strap. He stayed in position as he knew he must, though he bucked wildly through much of it.

She lay next to him and asked him a series of questions about his life during the week when he is by himself. After dinner, she gave him another whipping with a leather strap, and then put a cock cage on him for the night. He pleaded with her to let him inside her, but she steadfastly refused.

After what was a long night for Rick, Kat administered a large sudsy enema. After he got rid of it she repeated the previous day's edging, although she did not tease as heavily or for as long as she did previously.

"We're going to play 'ten pumps' now," Kat giggled. Since she wanted to experience his mouth on her pussy after a profuse ejaculation, she made sure that her hands did not cause him to spurt, though she brought him very close. Over the next several hours, they had intercourse several times until she was sure that Rick was completely drained. Then she sent him home.

Kat always came up with new ways of teasing, discipline, and pleasure. The basics of her sessions, though, remained -- enemas, thorough strap-on play, and intense discipline. After her inventive ways of teasing and discipline -- long slow foot jobs, ball punishment, weights on his nuts, soapsticks, ginger suppositories, extended periods of edging, multiple snowballing -- she always got her ultimate pleasure when, after Rick pumped a profuse serving of cream into her womanhood, he willingly applied his mouth to her pussy and extracted it, giving her several orgasms in the process.

Rick, for his part, was able to accept increasingly severe whippings, extended and brusque strap-on play, and withstand longer periods of teasing and edging without popping off. He learned the fine points of extended intercourse with Kat, and applied the right penetration, friction,and tempo before crossing the line of inevitability and experiencing a lengthy and wrenching orgasm. 

He looks forward to, and takes pleasure in applying his mouth to Kat's delectable freshly-sexed pussy and sending her into orgasmic convulsions. He especially enjoys the nights when she tells him he can take her as often as he wants. With an often-sore bottom from her enthusiastic whippings, he sleeps in her arms in full body contact after his first sexual relief of the night. Then several times in the darkness, he awakes with a raging erection from the intervening week of denial. He feels her lovely legs, brests, and face, and then maneuvers her into the position he wants. After the sweet initial thrust of entry he takes delight in her wordless moans of pleasure as he pumps and plows her willing pussy. When he has lasted nearly as long as he can, he feels his impending ejaculation build up. A moment or two more, and he lets it take over. Holding tightly onto Kat, he breathes hard as he spurts and spurts inside her, imagining each intense pulse being pumped far inside. Knowing what is to come, he then plows slowly, mixing their juices inside her lovely womanhood. He pulls out, places his head between her smooth firm thighs and approaches her creamy pussy. He feels a zing of anticipation as his mouth makes contact, knowing how intense Kat's pleasure will soon be.

Rick keeps coming back, as Kat knows he will.



Kinky Katerina



The concept for this story is from a loyal reader who suggested the exhibitionism/voyeur category. I hope I've done it justice. Please vote!

Part 1

"Timmy! Over here!" called my wife, Katerina, as I stumbled up the stadium steps carrying the cardboard tray of hot dogs and cokes, back to the seats she and I had on the forty yard line. It was halftime, our old college team was leading by 21 points, and the football fans in our section – those who weren't standing in lines for the snack bar or restrooms – were as rowdy and irreverent as only season ticket holders can be.

As I approached the end of our row, I noticed my beautiful, 34-year-old spouse talking animatedly with an older man sitting two rows lower than she. He was turned halfway around, looking up at her, as her expressive hands fanned the air while she made some conversational point. Then she crossed her arms, covering her tasty breast cleavage under the scooped neckline of her dress, and rubbed her olive-skinned upper arms up and down nervously. I'd witnessed this self-conscious mannerism before, and had loved it during the eight years of our marriage, since I could predict what she'd do next. And, sure enough! She reached down and vigorously stroked the olive flesh of her shapely ankles and calves, which always indicated that she was sexually aroused. I noticed that her eyes flashed excitedly at something he was saying.

The man she was talking with sat below her on the old, bench-style seats. A good-looking guy, he was in his mid to late forties – ten years my senior – of stocky build, with salt-and-pepper hair and mustache. Though appearing to hang on her every word, his eyes were looking straight up her short dress, which – given the fact that her feet were propped on the seat in front of her – did little to cover her soft inner thighs and black bikini thong. My pulse quickened at knowing he'd probably gotten a glimpse of her moist crotch. She moved her legs nervously as she'd done nearly always when speaking with a certain type of good-looking older man. I'd always insisted that Katerina wear skimpy underwear, for it turned me on...just knowing that such men might catch a glimpse of the steamy nexus of her legs as she moved them restlessly about. 

Beyond that, for months I'd urged Kat, as I call her, to loosen up a bit and make our sex life more interesting, which meant: feed my voyeuristic appetite. In practical terms, I truly wished for some kinks in our marriage...to include other people in our sexual relationship. First, I'd pressured her to watch porno films, then had made bolder suggestions to chat, send pictures to – and perhaps meet – some mature swingers on the Internet. We even went out a few times to bars known for attracting couples looking for swinging companionship. But, sensuous as she was, she'd always retreated to playing the innocent at the moment of truth, taking refuge behind her conventional role of wife and mother to our two kids.  

She introduced me to Carl, her new acquaintance sitting near us. We made small talk and, since the second half of the game was about to begin, we gulped our snacks and subsequently cheered our team on to victory, with him glancing back repeatedly at us – at Kat, actually – whenever our team made a great play. "You seem to have made quite an impression on our new friend," I muttered in her ear. Then, devilishly, I asked, "Is he making you wet? I noticed you rubbing your arms and legs, like you always do when you get that horny itch." 

"Oh, Tim, stop it! He's so nice!" she protested, a bit too strenuously, I thought. "He lives out near us...takes the train to games, like we do. He reminds me so much of my brother, Tony," she sighed, casting a nervous glance down at the back of his head.

Here she goes again, I thought. Since before we'd gotten married, I'd become used to Kat's hero worship of her eldest brother, Tony. She was the third child of four, having three brothers – Tony, Jamie, also older than she, and baby brother, Roy. She was the only girl of an Italian Catholic family from Australia. When I'd met her she was 25, and had come to the States to belatedly finish her Master's Degree in Library Science. I'd been captivated by her energy. Oddly, though, she had a somewhat shy personality, which included a very Catholic attitude toward sex and family. Underneath all that I'd happily discovered her extraordinary passion in bed, where she was a multi-orgasmic dynamo. I'd met her eldest brother once – eight years ago at our wedding – and considered him rather dull. But then, he was a career Aussie military man. A lifer in any Army in the world was a person I'd always considered of suspect imagination. 

Our fellow football fan, Carl, was a different sort. He seemed knowledgeable and interesting as we walked to the commuter train station together. The rail line takes many thousands of football fans on Saturdays in and out of the relatively small university town for weekend home games. He was a residential developer, and looked as if he'd spent decades physically building his own houses. Relatively short at 5'10", but muscular compared to me, he filled out a shirt and slacks in a way that I couldn't, given my angular northern European physique. When we exchanged business cards indicating I was a mortgage banker, his eyes took on a knowing look. I didn't know why, but it hardly mattered, since our train was pulling in. The least comfortable part of the day was coming up – though perhaps the most interesting – being crushed into a subway car travelling 25 miles with only one stop, along with hundreds of sweaty, exuberant football fans. 

We had to stand, as usual, with me hanging onto a ceiling strap and Kat pressed against my front. Carl stood behind her as the train pulled from the station, with my succulent little wife sandwiched between us. As the tracks curved eastward, she widened her stance a bit for balance and smiled over her shoulder at him, muttering an apology, then she looked up at me with an embarrassed – almost guilty – glance. Her eyes were shining with excitement and her flawless olive complexion glowed with perspiration. I knew why. We'd made this trip mashed against the bodies of scores of unknown fans many times before and she'd become turned on physically. But it'd never yet happened with a person we knew...never with a man to whom she was so obviously attracted. 

On football weekends the transit company traditionally dusted off surplus train cars to take care of the passenger overload. We were in an older car whose lights flickered continuously, but mostly they stayed off. And as the trip wore on, the entire contents of the car – dozens of sweaty passengers pressed into an agglomeration of bodies – rocked in a somnolent rhythm to the clack-de-clack-de-clack of rail travel, with weird, interrupted, illumination which froze their faces in various expressions as we bore on. 

I'd always enjoyed the tunnel, mainly because it allowed my sexual imagination free rein. It provided twelve minutes of near-uninterrupted darkness during which – on this particular day when the train car lighting was poor at best – there were so many bodies...hands...fleshy parts and openings...truly a movable feast for a lover of anonymous sex, which I am. In the past, on the way home from a game, Kat might've already reached inside my pants to masturbate me in the darkness, and I would've come close to popping. In the past, also, I might've reached down behind myself and fingered an anonymous, compliant woman pressing against me. Depending on the woman, I'd groped under skirts and panties, rubbing moist crotches, all the time the train had been screaming through the tunnel. I'd been the instigator then, though. On this day, I was pleased that my wife appeared to have an active, conscious, prurient agenda. Though not really being aggressive, she appeared at least open to some imaginative play from our new friend.

The second we entered the tunnel and the noise of steel wheels on rails began to screech, Kat pulled away from me and backed against Carl. Though my hand had been under her short skirt, I withdrew it and swung back against the person behind me to watch as much of my wife's unusual adventure as I could. 

The train car was dark. The noise was deafening. Kat still had one hand in my trouser waistband, holding on, but her bottom was pushing rhythmically against Carl's groin, with each slow rocking motion of the car. I saw no evidence of penetration...only the heavy-lidded look that is Katerina's when she's sexually excited. As flickers of light flashed on in the car, I noticed one of Carl's hands on my wife's right hip. Then I saw the back portion of her skirt pulled up slightly. Was he inside her? I wondered, though I immediately recognized that he couldn't be. The angle was all wrong. But, as I looked at the concentration on her face, with eyes closing and teeth biting her lower lip, I knew he was stroking her – perhaps pulling aside her thong – and maybe rubbing his stiff dick against her from behind. Her half-lidded eyes told me that she wanted him to be inside her, so I was pleased at Kat encouraging and accepting these moves. This, I thought, could be the start of something interesting!

Toward the end of the tunnel, I realized that – in addition to Kat holding herself on her feet by grasping my trousers, her other hand was under her skirt in her panties. She was masturbating while Carl was somehow pleasuring her from behind! And, as the brakes on the car began screeching while we exited the tunnel to the first stop – Carl's stop as it turned out – my lovely little Italian wife shuddered through a short, soundless orgasm. As daylight illuminated the car our twelve minutes in the underground came to a close. Carl appeared to be straightening his pants and the goose bumps on the back of Kat's soft arms began to subside. I was flushed with desire as my bride of eight years had allowed me to glimpse an act of sexual exhibitionism with another man. Had I been included intentionally, I wondered? Regardless, I was pleased as Carl stumbled past me to exit the car, the front of his pants swollen, mumbling that he'd call during the coming week. 

After we'd put the kids to bed that night we turned in early and enjoyed a couple of hours of exceptionally bawdy, harsh sex. Kat loved to be taken, hard and fast. When she climaxed, screaming, her vagina would snap at my cock uncontrollably like a spasming clam. But it was after our play that things got truly interesting. Normally quiet and sleepy after making love, this night she wanted to chat, and snuggled into my armpit for pillow talk.

"Y'know, I masturbate a lot," she confessed, "sometimes even when I'm at work 'n' stuff." Kat worked part time at the university library.

"That won't hurtcha', babe."

"I've done it since I was a teen, as I've told you. But now it's getting really compulsive," she said, raising up to look down at me. "I mean...often, when I'm on a ladder re-stacking books, this one professor in the Classics Department will come up to me. He's always asking me to help him on his research project...when I'm on a ladder! Of course, I see his eyes look straight ahead at my...you know, my thighs, 'cause I wear short dresses and...I get all wet! His eyes just burn into my flesh! Honestly, I want to pull his face right into my pussy when he does that!" 

"Really? What d'you do then?" I asked.

"Then I've gotta go to the ladies room and diddle myself to get off! Gawd, I cum hard, just thinking about his sultry look! Timmy, please don't be angry! Our sex life is fabulous, but I still can't stop fantasizing when I get that way!"

"You mean like today...on the train...with Carl?" 

"You saw that? Ohh, Gawd, Tim! I'm so sorry! Are you angry? I acted like such a horny slut!"

"It's okay, Kat! I told you...it turns me on watching other men get excited by you!"

"He reminded me so much of my eldest brother, Tony! I never told you this but, when I was a teen, Tony came home on military leave once and...I watched him masturbate in the shower!" 

"Did he know about it?" I asked, picturing her staring at her brother, a military man fourteen years her senior, as he abused himself.

"He caught me looking!" she exclaimed. "He turned around just as he was cumming and sprayed his...his jizz all over the glass door! I just stood there, blushing, until he shouted at me to get out!"

"What then?" I asked, rather amused at her guilty confession.

"I went to my room. Nobody else was home, and – Gawd, I hope you understand this, Timmy – I wanted him! It was dark, so I turned on my bed lamp, stripped off my panties, and started masturbating...hoping he'd see me!"

"Did he?"

"Yes. He stood in the dark hallway outside my room and I spread my legs open to him and fingered myself, calling desperately for him to take me...reaching out for him...but he never gave in. I cried as I had my orgasm, feeling so rejected. That was sixteen years ago and I've never forgotten it."

As my wife told me this I found it difficult to understand her brother's refusal of incest. Of course, I'd never had a sister, but as a wife, physically, my petite Kat left little to be desired. At 5'4" and 110 pounds, with very dark brown hair and eyes, she was an archetypal, shapely Italian female. Her 36C-24-36 build – with just a slight, soft protruding tummy from having two kids – was enough to keep me more than interested at my tender age of 37. Her soft hips, thighs and protruding butt were like a magnet to me, and the hot, gooey, apertures of her body had provided countless nights of pleasure for our rough sex, which she seemed to love. Given her submissive Italian-ness, I soon discovered that she'd accede to whatever I wished. I was the sexual master in our house, though some of my more perverse suggestions often required some astute selling.

"So, today, when Carl was rubbing your ass...," I said, wanting her to fill in the blanks.

"...It's as if Tony was taking me from behind!" she gasped. "Of course, it was easy in my short dress. And you're the one who finally sold me on wearing thong underwear!"

"One of the great 20th Century inventions!" I crowed.

"When he pulled the string aside, stuck his wet fingers into my pussy...then unzipped and rubbed his cock between my legs...so I could stroke his big knob from the front, I thanked God you'd talked me into them!" she giggled, sharing my humor. As we faded into slumber, I wondered if I'd bestirred a libidinous demon that for years might have lain slumbering in the soul of my little Kat.

"I have a feeling we're gonna' hear from our friend, Carl, sooner rather than later," I murmured into her ear as my rising cock nestled into her anal orifice. She groaned, digging her nails into my hand in response, as I slipped very slowly into her steamy, dark hole.

Part 2

Early the next week I received a call from Carl at the office. "Going to the game Saturday?" he asked.

"You bet! Thought we'd have dinner in town to avoid the commute crowd afterward. You?"

"Sure! Why not join me at my private club after the game?" he asked. "I'm divorced as I told you, so I'll be alone, but...there's some entertainment I think both of you would like!"

"I'm up for it. Lemme pitch it to Kat. What's the entertainment?"

"Everything from straight dancing and drinking to...," he hesitated..."...to X-rated movies, to live sexual entertainment for most tastes. Hope I'm not offending when I say that you two struck me as folks who'd appreciate the place."

"Consider it done!" I said. I still had a few days to talk Kat into it. Somehow, though, if Carl were concerned, I thought it would require very little convincing. 

I was right. The difficult part was helping her get dressed before the game. It took an hour for her to decide on a filmy, dark burgundy, flowered sleeveless dress that buttoned all the way up the front. It had a plunging neckline and a skirt that ended just above her knees. I insisted on a burgundy bra and thong panties, and suggested that she carry another thong in her purse. Now that she was a fan of such sexy underwear, I figured that even a porno movie might get her crotch wet enough so she wouldn't hesitate to change sometime during the evening. Then, as we'd done before, I'd slip the soaked thong in my pocket to sniff whenever the spirit moved me. 

"I'm so nervous, honey!" she said, as she brushed her shoulder-length, nearly black, hair and applied makeup expertly. "Will you please stay close and watch over me? You know how gullible I am with new people...and how self-conscious I am. But, if I get either too agreeable or too panicky, can we leave?" I'd seen Kat agitated before because of anticipated sexual tension, but hardly as uneasy as she was on this day. 

"Sure, baby," I responded, not letting on that I'd be her number one voyeur. "Daddy'll take good care of you. Now put on those pretty, high burgundy wedgies you bought. Don't wanta wear rickety high heels to the game, but...I want people to see your luscious calves at the club tonight!"

We kissed the kids goodbye and gave last minute instructions to the baby sitter before heading off to the train station and the stadium. In case we were late getting home, the girl had arranged with her parents to spend the night at our place.

The game was exciting, made more pleasant by the two season ticket holders to our left not being there. Carl filled the seating vacancy in a heartbeat and we became closer friends, anticipating the evening fun. Though we'd caught the train, he'd driven into town and would drop us at home at the end of the evening. Throughout the first half, Kat's hands were busy rubbing her exposed flesh as if she had hives, so obviously horny was she. At halftime she begged me to accompany her to the restroom. I agreed to stand in the snack line while she did her business. We left Carl to save our seats. 

"I'm soaking wet!" she exclaimed, as we walked under the stadium. 

"You're horny for him, babe," I said, stating the obvious.

"Yeah, well...if I get busted for diddling myself in the ladies' loo, I hope you'll bail me out of jail! Gawd, what've you gotten me into?"

"Better get in line. It's long," I said. "Want me to wait for you, or can you get back to the seats by yourself?"

"Dammit, Tim, I just want you to know what's going on!" she fumed. "Oh, forget it! I'll see you back upstairs."

I knew what was going on, and took my sweet time buying snacks and drinks. When I arrived, Carl and Kat were sitting closely, engrossed in conversation. His right arm was behind her, propped on the back of her bench seat, with her soft bottom pressed snugly against his wrist. Sitting down, I interrupted a story she was relating about her family in the Aussie outback.

"Thought you'd gotten lost," she said, sarcastically.

"Naw...ran into an old girl friend in my graduating class," I lied, just to keep her guessing. "Had to talk over old times, you know, about when we were young, horny and foolish."

"Yeah. And now we're old, horny and foolish," Carl chimed in.

Good, I thought, everyone's mind is back to sex. So much so, in fact, that we nearly ignored what was occurring on the field. At the end of the third quarter our team led by 30 points and Carl said, "Why don't we get an early start? I've parked ten blocks away, so we can catch a shuttle and escape the traffic before the game ends. Then we'll go right to the club!"

It was a good idea. We finally arrived at a three-story renovated warehouse in an industrial section of town, fenced in with parking for hundreds of cars, at about dusk. Inside Carl flashed a card, and Kat and I were given guest passes, as she gripped my hand tightly. Our host led us into a huge, black club room where a band was playing, people were dancing under lasers and strobe lights, and waitresses in string bikinis were serving drinks. We took a table and ordered a Long Island Iced Tea for Kat, Scotch for me, and Carl had "the usual." 




Kinky Katerina



"Gonna show us the place?" I shouted to our host over the deafening music.

"Yeah," he said, tentatively. "But why don't you two grab a dance? I see some people I've gotta say hi to. Meet you back here in ten minutes."

A while later we were back together and, with fresh drinks, started our tour of Carl's club. We exited the main room into a dimly-lit hallway and took an elevator up one flight.

"What's first?" I asked, anxiously.

"Art gallery," he said, as the elevator door opened to a nearly deserted series of rooms with scores of pornographic visuals on the walls. I sensed that Carl was introducing us to his lair slowly, as we sized up the artwork. Each painting or photo showed people copulating, some in groups. There were several photos that had been computer enhanced to exaggerate the size of the human phalluses as well as the cum shots, and an entire room was given over to bestial coupling. At these, Kat squeezed my hand hard, signaling that she'd seen enough.

"You mentioned live entertainment...and movies?" I queried.

"Right this way," Carl said, taking Kat by the upper arm and steering us out of the gallery into another hallway. 

Opening one door, he led us into a room that must have housed twenty video screens, all in private booths with sofas for patrons, each playing porno film loops. Kat took a few looks at what was playing and said, "These have always bored me. The acting is so bad. You'd think they could say something besides, 'Yeah, yeah, oh, oh, fuck me, fuck me!'"

"It's a multi-million dollar industry," responded Carl. "We shoot some right here at the club. Selling 'em helps pay for the overhead," he said, steering us further down the hall to another room. "Now, for something completely different," he said, as we slipped quickly into a large darkened room, with a light showing from somewhere below floor level. 

As my eyes grew used to the darkness, I saw that the room's center was an open space looking down onto a lighted floor below. Around that open space were waist-high railings made of metal pipe that kept observing patrons from falling through a plexiglass cover that separated the lower floor from the upper. On the lower floor was a series of eight cubicles in two rows; no, they were rest room stalls! Each stall had at least two holes in one wall through which men's cocks could be stuck, to be serviced by someone inside the stall. The interesting thing was that, with a plexiglass ceiling, we could look down and see who was servicing whom. The faces of those whose cocks were being pleasured – men standing outside the stalls – were visible to viewers on the upper floor on both sides of each stall's thin, outside wall. It was a brilliant setup for voyeurs. To those participating, it was a series of sexual acts between anonymous exhibitionists. 

There weren't many people in the upstairs viewing room, and they were all men. "Mmm, this is nice," purred Kat. We found an open space at the railing immediately and she gulped down her drink, handing the glass to me as I found a cocktail table to put it on. When I returned, she was whispering something to Carl, probably about the two older men across from us who were masturbating openly to the spectacle occurring downstairs. 

"Katerina asked if guests could participate in the glory holes," he said, keeping me abreast of the conversation. "I told her they were all functioning toilets!" he added, grinning. My wife didn't hear him, so focused was she, particularly on two women who were fellating two husky men standing outside their respective stalls. One was a Latina woman pushing 40 with a phenomenal body, frosted hair and no apparent gag reflex, who was kneeling and swallowing the prodigious member of a young, blond white man in his mid-twenties. His cock appeared to be nearly ten inches in length and shone brightly from the woman's saliva in the light coming from below, as his anonymous mocha partner's stretched lips cycled smoothly from his glans to the thin wall separating them.

The other woman was a slim white girl with long blonde hair who was laving a black cock of equal or greater length than the other one. Her technique showed more invention, in that she used both hands in addition to her more shallow mouth to excite her partner. What she lacked in depth, though, she made up for in enthusiasm, speed and lubricant. Her lips seemed to fly over the black rod, her small pale hands clutching it tightly as she stroked, with more saliva than I'd ever before seen used during a blowjob. The blonde was naked. The Latina was wearing a skin tight, blue maid's uniform – with miniskirt and bursting top – that showed her outrageous, tan body as she paid homage to the cock of the younger, lighter-skinned white man. 

"Give me your thong," I murmured to Kat, as I held her close to the railing with an arm on each side of her.

"Oh...Timmy...no...please!" she whined. At that, Carl moved to the other side of the viewing area to face us across the open, plexiglass floor.

"Katerina! Give it to me, then put one foot on the lower railing and give that charming old man across the way a glimpse of heaven!" The older gentleman, dressed in a tweed jacket and wool slacks, was a stereotype of one of Kat's professors that lusted after her during her book stack labors at the library. Standing straight across from us, he'd unzipped and was jacking off vigorously to the two couples engaged in fellatio below us. As I looked at his lonely eyes, I knew he'd probably done this many times before. After a few moments he looked across at Kat, and if looks could devour, he would've consumed her in a minute.

She looked back at him, then to the right at Carl standing next to him, and had a quick change of mind. Bending down, she stripped off her thong and handed the sopping garment to me, which I stuck in my inside jacket pocket. "Now, touch yourself!" I rasped, carried away by the moment. She placed her foot on the middle railing and I drew her skirt up over her smooth, olive thighs. As I did so, the old man sped up his masturbatory rhythm, much to my wife's delight. I felt her body tense...and relax...tense and relax, as she began masturbating with him. She spread her raised leg further to the side, fingering herself wildly, and began attracting the attention of other patrons who'd previously been watching the cock sucking on the lower floor. 

"Ooohhh...Timmmmy...ya know I'm gonna cummmmm...in front of all these people...," Kat groaned, as she worked on herself, her head thrown back against my chest as I held her up.

"Yeeaah, honey...take a good, long one," I urged her. "Ev'body's into it. You'll make 'em happy," I muttered, holding her trembling little frame as she spread her legs further to the horny looks of what was now a half-dozen men standing across from us, three of them with their stiff cocks in their palms. Her little right hand was now digging two fingers deeply into her pussy, adorned only by a landing strip of dark pubic hair at the top of her slit. At that moment, I knew, Kat might have taken on all the men in the room...the first, perhaps, being Carl, who'd moved down a way to stand impassively at the end of the railing, quietly watching the salacious proceeding with a peaceful smile.

Soon, though, everything became confused. Below us, the Latina had induced a climax in her youthful partner and was playing his profuse, seedy deposit over her entire face, neck and breast cleavage. As if signaled, the blonde in the next stall began pumping the black man's spunk into her loose, open mouth for it to pour off her tongue and splash down between her modest breasts to her sparsely-haired crotch. This caused the first older man across from us to groan, tremble, and milk several ribbons of cum from his cock to splash onto the plexiglass cover to the downstairs toilets. 

Yet my little wife persisted, unmoved. Her head lay back against my chest as I held her up, which had become easy, since both her feet were now propped up on the middle railing, her knees splayed widely, with her practiced hand working furiously. I saw her looking through slitted eyes at the group of men masturbating across from us, awaiting the inevitable climax. 

But the scene was again interrupted, as a stunning young Asian woman entered a vacant stall below while the other two women were dressing and preparing to leave. As she dropped her panties and sat to urinate, a limp, brown cock pushed through the hole in her stall and, behind it, we could see the face of an attractive young man of mid-eastern descent. At first the girl merely looked at the disembodied appendage, then reached out tentatively to feel it. It jumped immediately to her touch and she began pumping it slowly to an excited state. She rose from the toilet, removed her panties from her ankles, and knelt before the dark tan prick. My attention was diverted, though, by the familiar, quivering hip thrusts that Kat makes when climaxing. 

"Gawd, Tim! Tol' you! Cumming, Timmy! You wanted me tooooo!" she whined with ever-increasing volume. "Ahhh, Gawd, Ti'...I cu'...ahhh, fuuuck!...s'goood! Pleeze...hold me!...ahhh! Tiiiiiiimmmmmotheeeee!" 

I'd never seen three men cum at the same time, but the three gentlemen across from us did when Kat had her orgasm. And as her little body writhed in my supporting arms, I swear that I heard the splat...splat...splat of their spunky deposits strike the plexiglass ceiling of the johns below us. Then, all was quiet, since the hallmark of the voyeur – unlike the exhibitionist – is to do his or her business, then leave, not wanting to be recognized by anyone. We three, however, stayed around for a few moments to watch the Asian woman turn her back to her partner's prick, impale herself on it, and screw herself vigorously as she rammed against it through the wall.

I held Kat's quivering body as she dropped one relaxed leg from the railing to the floor, gasping. "That was absolutely beautiful, Katerina!" murmured Carl, who by now had joined us at one side. He looked at my wife – who, out of embarrassment was trying to avoid his eyes – and lay his hand on her other bare thigh that was still propped on the rail. "Mmmm...your skin is like butter," he whispered, glancing at me as he slipped his hand under her skirt toward its moist destination.

I felt her stiffen as he made contact and she now was looking directly at him. Her breasts were heaving excitedly as she breathed harshly through her parted lips. I cupped one tit from behind and pinched her erect nipple softly as Carl's fingers slipped into her pussy. "Aaaa-uunnh!" she groaned deeply in her throat as he began an in-and-out motion and she slid her hips forward and backward to meet his questing hand for several seconds. Her eyes closed and she began a whispered cadence. "Ooh, Gawd, yes...yess!...yesss, Tony! She kept this up for thirty seconds, then her eyes snapped open and she again moaned, "Ooohh!" Then, looking around, she gasped, "Aaanngh...ooh, Gawd, Carl...Timmy...please, can we sit down? My legs are about to fold!"





Kinky Katerina



I looked down at my little wife and marveled at her beauty and steadfastness. She was naked to the waist, her bra and dress having been unfastened. One button held on her dress at her middle and – since she'd given me her thong long before – she was barely covered below only by her short skirt, her legs now glistening with the cum of a total stranger. Her right arm lay atop the seat back next to her, and her head lay on that as, gasping, she gathered her wits about her. She whined as I caressed her satiny skin 'til we were suddenly both dragged back to reality. 

One of the several men who'd been attracted to her exhibit, who'd been jacking off behind us, stood and – without saying a word – tapped his erect cock on Kat's arm, not three inches away from her face. No words were spoken. He uttered an interrogative moan, she responded with a surprised, but agreeable, mewl, and turned ninety degrees on her knees to face him standing in the row behind, and – for the first time in my married life – I saw my beloved Kat take another man's cock into her mouth. The smooth, soft mushroom head of his veiny member slid past her full lips and her cheeks hollowed as she took the first wet, vacuuming suck on it. Savoring its taste, she then began cycling off and onto it, making little smacking sounds as she did so. I looked up at his face – a nondescript, fifty-ish face, breathing through a slack mouth – a lonely man who'd come to the theatre perhaps expecting nothing more than a quick release onto the seat back in front of him. Now that nearly anonymous person had found himself lucky enough to soon spew his creamy load into my beautiful Italian wife's mouth. I desperately hoped he was free of disease. There was something profoundly ironic about the situation, especially given the loving years we'd shared...our children being just one aspect of our happy marriage. 

Kat's concentration was admirable. Her head moved fluidly forward and backward, with agreeable moans coming from her hot throat as she took the older man's meat. She was naked to the waist, her pendulous tits hanging downward, which I serviced with my fingers, knowing from years of experience with her exactly how to pleasure her mammaries. And, of course, I noticed two or three other men getting in line in the row behind us, with unzipped flies, now waiting hopefully for their cocks also to be sucked by my wife. 

At this point on screen, Ava had one knee on the couch with her other leg pulled forward at a strenuous angle, and her young partner, Jeff, was plumbing her to his balls. Si!, baby, Si! Ooh, fuck meee, pretty white boy! Fuuuuck mee!" she keened theatrically, throwing her hips back at him with resounding plops. If all we were seeing was the movie, it would have been a good fuck flick. With Kat providing extraordinary diversions, the dark movie house became an orgiastic amphitheatre. 

As Kat knelt on her seat, sucking off her faceless partner, I moved one hand from a breast and reached between her legs to feel her wetness. I met her own fingers, of course, and moved away, yet lifted her skirt slowly to reveal to those around us the glory of her round, olive-skinned butt, thrusting up and down in response to her diddling fingers. Immediately there was a taker, a young man whose face I couldn't see in the dark, holding his erect cock in one hand and poising himself to enter Kat from behind. I stood up and, though I was in the position of being a judge as to who might fuck my own wife, I demurred. As Kat moaned and slurped noisily at the cock she was blowing behind us, she sensed someone behind her – perhaps me – ready to enter her heated vagina. My hands stroked the majestic femaleness of her butt and she arched her back to raise her hungry pussy to its potential invader. But she was interrupted.

Carl had joined the fray and pushed aside the guy ready to fuck her. "Sorry, friend," he said to the young interloper. "I'm her host and this first one is mine!" 

I watched, somewhat fascinated, as our friend of one week whipped out his hard dick and began teasing Kat's cunt with it. She immediately sensed Carl's presence and looked backward. Seeing it was he prompted a smile as she returned to suck the cock in front of her face. "Finally...Tony!" she murmured, revisiting her lifelong brotherly fantasy. "It's been...so loooonnnng!" she gasped between sloppy, noisy thrusts of her gaping jaw. Her last word was very prolonged as I watched Carl sink his erect dong into her slowly, moving in circles to touch all of her heated insides. His movements were smooth, not rough, and he appeared to be massaging the entire clasping lining of my wife's birth canal.

"Ohhh, yeah, Kat...Kat...er...ina...it's so good...baby," Carl exhaled, as he drilled her slowly, drawing the hot pink inner labia from her pussy as he withdrew from her. "So good, baby...," he kept saying as he screwed her and she pushed back against him. "So good, baby..., you're gonna cum so good, baby." 

I watched as my wife absorbed more of Carl's tireless drilling. After he had brought her to her first orgasm – knowing she'd have several more – I watched as the man fucking her face blew his load into her mouth. With some concern, I observed yet another man take his position at her lips and – after five minutes – she accepted his load without question. Then she climaxed again as Carl rooted at her until he'd finally spent himself deeply inside her. As his flaccid cock slipped from her cunt and he collapsed on the seat, the fellow he'd displaced took his position behind her and, though it appeared that Carl might push him away, he didn't. Instead, as did I, he pre-empted the growing audience of masturbators at both ends of my wife. Kat had readied herself for another blow job and more fucking, with her arms crossed over the back of her seat, and now began dividing her oral attention between two stiff members that thrust feverishly at her gaping mouth. I could hear their cocks strike the top of her throat wetly as she mewled and gobbled them hungrily, all the while she was humping her cunt upward at the young fellow who'd just begun dogging her. Soon her unknown lovers were splashing their loads onto her face and ass, which she began rubbing into her buttocks as if the spunk were a fine skin conditioner. I decided that I'd seen enough and, though it took a few noisy minutes for us to fend off other potential gang bangers and get Kat's dress buttoned, together we managed, as the movie ground on, showing Ava's insatiable conquering of the young, white cock of Carl's son. 

It took two clean handkerchiefs to clean the mess of cum covering my wife's olive-skinned face and bottom. 





Kinky Katerina



I knew when Kat was going to cum. Her hands always telegraphed it. She began to reach out blindly, then grab anything within reach – usually chest and shoulder flesh, graduating to deep, scratches on one's back at her peak – and she did this with Jeff. Her vocal encouragement was mere blather, yet the most sexy, animalistic blather, and she came mightily, hammering at the young stud as her body's demands reached their zenith. And, quickly, Jeff spun again to lay her on her back on the sofa to drill her into submission. Lifting her legs widely so that her ankles were above her shoulders, he began fucking her like some crazed, sub-human beast. 

I was immediately concerned that he might rupture her uterus, given what I was seeing from just a few feet away. But my wife persisted, crying for more, encouraging her young lover not to stop. As she came down from her climax, she mewled, "Oh, you're so...deep, honey! So...deep!" Her eyes were glazed with desire, as if she'd overdosed on some narcotic drug, and she whined a question at him. "You like...fucking me? Like...fuckin' big sis?" But Jeff didn't answer her verbally. He just grunted and plunged balls deep straight down into her upturned pussy. "Aaww, fuuuck!" she screamed, "You great...big...fucker! Awwww, yeeaah! Fuuuck!" Her red labia clutched at his plundering pole as she began flopping around under him while another orgasm boiled out of her. 

An hour later Kat lay exhausted on the glass topped coffee table. She'd begged the three of us to take her all at once and we had. Carl had lain on his back on the table and she'd screwed her asshole onto his erection, Jeff had resumed reaming her vagina in machine-like fashion, and I'd knelt at the end of the table, over which she'd lowered her head to take me into her throat. We'd all joined my little wife in one final, blistering climax. When sated, it was a late hour and I carried her to Carl's guestroom, there to join her in sleep 'til morning. After rising she took a quick shower, we had coffee and rolls, and Carl drove us home, where Kat napped until evening. Before dropping us off, he gave me a CD of all the pictures we'd taken the previous evening.

That night at dinner it was as if nothing had happened. I watched my sweet wife play her role of a loving, nurturing mother to our kids, ages six and four, feed them, and put them to bed. We turned in early too, though abstained from sex because she said she was a bit sore. As we lay there in the dark, Kat lay her arm across my chest. 

"Tim, are you awake?"

"Yeah, hon, what's up?"

"I just wanted you to know I really enjoyed last night. Are you okay with it?"

"Sure, kiddo. If I weren't I would've told you so."

"Well, the reason I ask is 'cuz this morning Carl asked if I'd...uhh...work with him in one of the glory holes next weekend. Would that be all right?"

"Mmm-hmmm," I mumbled sleepily.

"Gawd, Timmy, it'll be so exciting, knowing you're upstairs with all those horny men...watching us...and jerking off!" She moved her hand down to my groin, starting to stroke my penis gently.

"Maybe I won't jack off!" I said, toying with her. "Maybe I'll just wait 'til I get you home and ravage you."

"Uuhh, honey...there's something else," she whispered.

"Whassat?" 

"Well...Jeff was wondering if I'd do a live show with him...you know...in that theatre."

"Jeezus, you're really in demand!" I exclaimed.

"Not really. He just likes the way I...well, you know, how I squeeze him when he's inside me...like you do! And, he loves the way I cum so many times."

"You are pretty unique," I admitted.

"Will you sit where I can see you?" she asked.

"Front row, center seat," I said proudly.

"Nnnggh...good," she breathed. Her hand had moved from my dick to her pussy, which she was rubbing lightly. "He'll be over Thursday night to rehearse."

"Rehearse!" I blurted out.

"Well...yeah. We've gotta...you know...practice!" she explained, weakly.

"Practice fucking! What about the kids?" I asked in disbelief. 

"Oh, it'll just be for a couple of hours! You can take 'em out for pizza!"

"Right! Guess we'll all be having sausage that night, huh!" I snorted.

"Ohh, Timmy. Humor me just this once...okay?" she whined, scooting down to lick my prick. "I promise I'll be good for you," she murmured, as my cock slid into her hot mouth.

Conclusion

The following night Kat and I got home at about the same time. She'd picked up the kids at day care and looked a little frazzled after her half day in the library stacks. She took a shower before going to bed, an unusual thing for her to do. As usual we talked a little bit after making love.

"You seem preoccupied tonight, Kat. Anything wrong?" I asked.

"Well, I wasn't going to tell you, but...you know that professor I mentioned before?"

"The horny guy from the Classics Department who looks up your dress when you're stacking books?" I asked.

"That's the one. He got a foundation grant and asked my boss if I could be his dedicated library assistant. It's quite an honor, and the grant will pay my increased salary."

"I'm happy for you! And?"

"Well, today we went up to the archives on the top floor, you know, where all the oldest books and papers are catalogued. And, same old story, I climbed the ladder and got what he wanted and I turned around to hand it down to him."

"And you caught him checking out your thong," I chuckled, anticipating her next line.

"Not only that, Tim. He looked up at me with those eyes of his, then verrry slowly reached under my skirt and put his hand on the front of my upper thigh. My heart was beating so hard I hardly noticed his thumb on my pussy."

"What did you do...or say?" I asked. 

"Nothing. I was breathing so hard my voice wouldn't work. I just looked into his eyes and slowly shook my head, unable to utter a word."

"What then?" I asked, truly turned on by her story.

"He slid his thumb over under the front of my thong and touched my clit. I jumped and almost fell off the ladder," said Kat. "Then he pulled the thong slowly down to my knees...then my ankles...and I let him! Kee-rist! I nearly screamed I wanted him so much!"

"Lemme guess," I said sarcastically, "...he reminds you of your middle brother, Jamie!"

"How did you know?" she asked, dumfounded.

"Just a lucky guess," I shrugged.

"You're so smart! So you're not angry with me, thank Gawd. Ooh, Timmy, it was so exciting! He covered my pussy with his mouth...and started licking me. I was trembling so much! I finally just sat on the step, spread my legs, and pulled his tongue all the way inside."

"Did you cum?" I asked, more than a little excited by now.

"After a while...yeah," said Kat, slightly embarrassed.

"Anything else?" 

"Well...yeah. He kept my thong, as a souvenir he said, then he helped me down and we went to one of those dusty study carrels, you know, where faculty sit to read...and he stuck my thong in my mouth to stifle my moans. Then he did me from behind – like a dog, really hard! – just like Jamie used to do."

"Now wait a minute!" I flared. "I found out just last night you'd popped your baby brother Roy's cherry! Now you tell me you've fucked your brother Jamie!" I said. "Are there any other secrets you're keeping from me? If big brother Tony refused you, did you fuck your dad instead? " I asked, accusingly.

"Don't be mad, Tim!" she retorted, pleading. Then she hesitated, for perhaps a half minute, then relented. "I mean, with Daddy, it was different. He was so lonely! Mama had died, an'...well, until recently, I was afraid you'd leave me if you knew all the details," she whined. Finally, she whispered, pathetically, "Do you hate me?" 

"Of course not! I just want to know everything," I responded, my mind reeling with the prurient images of Kat's aging, widowed father screwing her incestuously with her young legs pumping in the air. "Okay, what happened then?"

"Today in the library? Well...I came – it was sooo good – then I sucked him off." 

"Off?" I asked, picturing my little wife's full lips and hollowing cheeks drain a tweedy academic's balls.

"Yeah...it was wonderful...so dirty. Oh, Tim...if you'd been there it would've been...heavenly," she said quietly. 

"So now you're this professor's...whore?" I asked, hesitatingly.

"Absolutely not, honey! I've already set some conditions! I'll start working the part-time evening shift, so you can be there! Nobody's ever in the archives at night, so I can get you in and you can watch us, from a few stacks down...or from wherever." She'd obviously thought this through.

"What about the kids?" I asked.

"I'll be with them every day with the new schedule. It'll only be a few nights a week...or so, and with my raise we can even afford to remodel the kitchen and more than make up for the sitter!"

"I don't know, Kat. This could get out of hand!" Then, I pictured the image of my wife a couple of nights earlier with those other men at the club and I realized I was truly ambivalent about countermanding her plan. "I guess we could try it," I mumbled, my macho male feelings still a bit threatened by the prospect of my wife taking on yet another lover. How many would there be? I wondered. Where would we draw the line between fantasy and reality? Where would it all end? 

"Oh, good, 'cuz I told Davey – that's the prof's name – that it'd be okay with you. Like me, he loves to have people – 'specially husbands – watch him when he's doing other women. I told him that you loved to watch me too, particularly when I was fucking my brothers!"

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Kinky Kay



Thank you for taking your time to read my memories. All my stories are true and related as closely to fact as I can recall given the detrimental effect time and alcohol has on ones powers of recollection. 

I live near a local pub and restaurant strip and enjoy strolling down the street having a beer in every pub. One summer evening a few years ago I ran into a woman I used to know. We travelled in the same social circle for a few years but we were both married and only rarely flirted. I wasn't sure the chemistry was there to be quite honest. I was definitely attracted to her as would every red blooded man. She always had a trim figure, a face like a porcelain doll and Jennifer Aniston's hair. This particular night she was wearing a Grecian style dress with heels that showed off her long slim legs excellently. I actually thought at one stage you must have used double sided tape to stop her orange sized breasts from popping out of the low cut of that dress.

I went over to Kay and struck up a conversation. We had both been divorced since the last time we had seen each other although she was now seeing some one that she described as a casual thing. She was on a night out with one of her friends so we went and danced with her for a while before heading upstairs. In this particular pub the dance floor is down stairs and there is a quiet balcony bar upstairs. We had a few drinks up there and the girls turned the conversation highly sexual. The friend was out to pick up I was informed while Kay informed me that she had enough of sex. Her ex had cheated and now her casual lover was getting possessive. At this point another guy whisked her friend off for another dance, leaving us alone. 

Kay told me how he would say he was ok with her going out without him but had to fuck her before she left. We had a very detailed chat about why guys always mark there territory by coming inside their girls. This lead to her telling me her favourite thing is to watch a guy come. Not just his face but to watch him stroke himself off and see it shoot out of him. Then Kay told me that she had never met a guy who could look into her eyes while he did it. I told her I would accept that challenge! 

I tried to get her back to my place but she wouldn't leave her friend and also explained her friend was a very hard on cheaters, although random hook ups are ok. Somewhere along the line we agreed on the toilets right there in the pub. I would jack off in front of her and had to keep my eyes open when I came. She wouldn't promise to expose herself but would see how she felt once we were in a cubicle. 

There is a short hallway to the toilets and very few people milling around. When we got to the gents she followed me in. There was no one in there thankfully. We locked our selves in a cubicle and immediately started kissing. She felt so slender and hot as she pressed against me. I slid my hand up the back of her legs and squeezed her bum, feeling the smooth flesh exposed by her g-string. Her hands went to my zip and she pulled out my rapidly hardening cock and started stroking it for me. Hotter and heavier our cubicle got until she pushed me away. 

Kay reiterated the rules and decided she would sit on the closed toilet lid and I could stand in front of her. Then she sat down, leaned back and spread her legs. I stood there stroking my cock as Kay rubbed her pussy through the fabric. After a few minutes of this I slid the straps off her shoulders with my free hand and squeezed her amazingly pert boobs with almost plastic looking perfect pink nipples. Kay kept reminding me that she wanted me to look her in the eyes when I came but I needed more stimulation. She obliged by pulling her undies to the side and showing me a very hot pussy that was almost red with excitement. The heel of her palm sat on her landing strip of pubic as her fingers rubbed her clit around. Kay made sure I would tell her when I was near coming then put one foot up on the toilet roll dispenser. I was standing between the legs of this gorgeous woman with her pussy right in front of me and just had to fuck her. I lowered my self down to be nearer her when she realized what I was doing.  

Kay decided I could rub my cock on her clit but still not fuck her. I practically begged. She reminded me of her no cheating policy and that her boyfriend had fucked her before she left a few hours before. I asked her if she had ever one two guys in the one day and if she found it exciting. Kay didn't answer but closed her eyes and came as I slid my cock into her hot wet pussy. As I stroked away she made me promise that I would pullout and look at her as I came. Of course I gave that promise.

I plunged in and out of her but still couldn't get close to coming. The alcohol was playing a part in that. Kay must have gotten uncomfortable to as she pushed me back and got up. I leant on the door as she turned, hiked her dress up and bent over with her hands on the toilet cistern. I will never forget the view of those heels, the perfect legs and an arse to die for. I walked up behind her and slid back into that wet box. I'm sure it is one of the best I have ever had. So smooth, so wet and tight. Now I was getting close. Kay could sense this and after a few minutes she pulled away and stood up kissing me.

Kay went over the rules again and leaned back onto a wall and put one foot onto the toilet. I walked up and faced her, my hard cock sticking out in front and bouncing up and down. We agreed I wouldn't stroke it, I would fuck her till right at the point of coming and she would stroke me off all over her pussy. I slid forward and she guided me into her again. 

My balls tightened straight away and I grabbed her arse cheeks pulling her into me. I kept pounding her, right on the brink of coming. Kay's legs went weak and I felt more and more weight in my arms as I pounded into her. She asked me to keep my eyes open as I kept closing them and telling me she was ready to stroke me. I stared into her slate grey eyes and asked her if she still wanted that fantasy or if she wanted two guys come in her. Kay opened her mouth into an O shape and tensed which I took to be her orgasm and then my floodgates opened. 

I felt my orgasm rush into her and the hand on my face. She demanded I open my eyes. I stared into hers as I came and Kay came again. I slowed my thrusts as my orgasm waned but Kay told me to keep stroking in and out. She put her hands between out bodies and squeezed my balls as my orgasm was fading and stroked my cock into her as she gently rocked her hips back and forth. I could feel every last drop of come gush into her as my orgasm continued. 

We stood there still like that for a few minutes and when I went to kiss her she shook her head and put her finger on my lips to be quiet. Slowly Kay slid off my still hard dick and I watch a great glob of creamy cum drop onto her inner thigh. A long string hung from her pussy lips. Amazingly she slid her little patch of g-string fabric back over her creamy pussy and smoothed her skirt down without cleaning up. I wiped my self down with toilet paper and put my pocket rocket away. Then she pushed me out of the cubicle and hustled me back to the bar. We had another round and sat out on the balcony. As we chatted surrounded by people but enjoying a secret afterglow I saw Kay spot some come on her leg and simply rub her other leg into it, smearing it around. To this day I am amazed that such a glamorous girl was so dirty. But believe me I am glad.

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Kinky Kayla



Kayla laid her arm across my chest and pressed her warm, sweaty body against mine, nuzzling her face into my neck. 

"That was great baby," she said, kissing me on the cheek. "Thanks."

"No need to thank me," I returned, wrapping my arm around her. "I think you did all the work this time."

Kayla let out a giggle as she snuggled closer. 

"Yeah, I think you're right. I even worked up a bit of a sweat."

"I'll say!" I exclaimed, half joking. "You're soaking wet." 

"In more ways than one," Kayla purred back, her voice dripping with innuendo.

I turned to look at my girlfriend, her beautiful face barely visible in the dim light of my bedroom. I could see her loving eyes staring back at me as she softly ran her hand over my chest. 

"You don't want to go again do you?" I asked. "Aren't you tired yet?"

"You know I can't get enough of you," she responded, propping her head up with her arm. "You're just too irresistible." 

Kayla's tone was a little exaggerated, but her comment was flattering none the less. We had been together for almost a year and I had never been happier. Usually by this time in a relationship I would be running for the hills, but it was different with Kayla. We had fun together, and the sex was great, not to mention the fact that she was by far the hottest girl I had ever dated. In fact, I could almost say she was perfect. 

"Hey, are you doing anything tomorrow?", I asked moving the conversation away from sex to give my poor penis a much needed rest. "I thought we could hit the beach." 

I loved going to the beach with Kayla. Her body was amazing and it was always an ego boost being seen with her in public, especially when if she was wearing a bikini. 

"No can do," she replied shaking her head apologetically. "I promised Hailey I'd go shopping with her tomorrow." 

I cringed as Kayla mentioned the name of her best friend. 

"Make sure she doesn't suck any dicks on the way to the mall," I blurted out sarcastically. 

"Hey!" Kayla scolded, trying not to crack a smile but giving me a light punch in the shoulder. "Don't talk about my friend like that."

"Sorry," I said, laughing as I tried to fend off more of Kayla's playful punches. "But she is a bit of a slut."

Kayla gave a look of shear surprise and intensified her attack, changing from punching to tickling. Trying to keep myself from laughing harder, I grabbed my girlfriend by the wrists, holding her at bay.

"So what if she's a little bit promiscuous?" Kayla stated, trying to remain serious as we wrestled. "She's still nice." 

"Promiscuous?" I spat. "She makes Jenna Jameson look like a nun!" 

"That's it!" Kayla howled, her eyes opening wide. "You're gonna get it!" 

She then lunged onto me, struggling furiously as I held her back. Rolling to the side, I slipped off the edge of the bed falling hard onto the floor, bringing Kayla crashing down on top of me. 

"Owww," I muttered, rubbing my head as she rolled off me onto the floor laughing. 

We both had a good laugh before Kayla regained her composure and hauled her self up to her knees.

"Seriously though," she said, looking down at me. "You shouldn't make fun of Hailey. You know I used to be a bit of a slut too." 

Her words shocked me and it took me a minute to process what Kayla had just said. 

"What do you mean?" I asked. 

"Nothing," she said trying to dismiss the subject. "Forget about it." 

"Hold on a minute. Are you trying to tell me that you used to be like Hailey?" 

Kayla looked down sheepishly at the ground and began to play with her toes. 

"Well...." she began, suddenly becoming very shy. 

"Well what?" I asked, pushing for answers. 

"I was younger. I did a lot of crazy things." 

I was a little bit jealous but also intrigued. I decide to find out more. 

"Like what kinds of things?" 

"I don't want to tell you," she said, blushing slightly. "Can't we just forget I said anything?" 

"Oh no, no, no," I pressed. "You can't bring up something like that and then not say anything. Come one. Spill it." 

"Fine!" she said finally. "But you have to promise not to get mad." 

"I promise. I promise. Just tell me." 

"Okay, here it goes," she said, taking a deep breath. "I did lots of stuff, but there's one thing that really stands out." 

I remained quiet, allowing her to take her time." 

"Remember the night we met?" Kayla asked, looking down at her feet. "At that party." 

I nodded. I remembered it like it was yesterday. It was the first time I had ever laid eyes on Kayla. She had been wearing a tiny little white miniskirt and I thought she was the hottest girl there. Somehow I had mustered up the courage to talk to her and ended up getting her phone number. We ended up going on a few dates and started seriously dating a few weeks later. 

"Well..." she continued. "After you left the party, I ended up going home with a couple guys." 

My stomach felt like it was full of butterflies.

"And...?" I asked tentatively. 

"And I ended up having sex with them."

"Both of them?!" 

Kayla nodded, her eyes till transfixed on the floor.

"At the same time?!"

Again she nodded, looking very ashamed and embarrassed. I was speechless as I attempted to process the information that was just given to me. My mind was suddenly assaulted by images of my sweet little girlfriend getting fucked by two guys. 

"Are you mad?" Kayla asked meekly. 

"No," I responded, actually surprised that I wasn't mad. In fact I didn't know what I was feeling. I had always suspected that Kayla had been kind of wild before we had started dating, but I never dreamed she had done something like that. It was a very strange feeling but I knew it wasn't anger.

"Actually," I began. "I think I'm a little turned on."

Kayla cocked an eye my way as her lips curled into a little smile. 

"Really?" she asked. "It doesn't bother you?"

I shook my head. I was holding my blankets over my lower body so she couldn't tell that I had a massive erection. 

Kayla still looked doubtful, but she was willing to let the subject rest. I, on the other hand was only getting started. I was about to continue giving her the third degree, when she hopped up from the floor. 

"I have to pee," she said, taking off towards the bathroom. 

As she left the room, I climbed back into bed, unable to dismiss the sudden revelation. I laid back, thinking about the situation, wondering about the details. Did they fuck her at the same time? What position were they in? "Where did they cum?"

As the image of Kayla pressed between two men burned it's way into my mind, my hand made it's way down to my dick which was growing harder by the minute. What was going on? Was I getting off on the idea of my girlfriend fucking other men? 

I was beginning to wonder what other kinky things she may have done, when she reappeared at my bedroom door. 

"What?" she asked cautiously, noticing me staring at her with an intent expression on my face. 

"Come here." I ordered. 

Still looking quite unsure of my reaction, Kayla slowly made her way over the the bed. When she was close enough, I reached out grabbing her by the wrist and pulled her onto the bed. 

"What the...?" 

Kayla was cut off as I pressed my lips to hers, tasting the warm sweetness of the inside of her mouth. At first she ws surprised, but she soon closed her eyes and began to moan softly as our tongues danced together. 

Forcefully, I rolled over pinning her to the bed, kissing her with even more passion as I pressed my aching dick into her body through the blankets. 

"Mmmm," she sighed, feeling the hardness of my throbbing cock between her legs. "What's gotten into you?"

With her arms pinned against the bed, I raised my head looking down into her eyes. 

"I want you to tell me more," I said. "I want to know everything." 

Kayla looked back up at me with a look of concern. 

"Damon, are you sure? I don't want you to..." 

"Tell me," I ordered, cutting her off as I thrusted my hips downward. "I want every dirty detail." 

I lowered my face and began to kiss her neck, a move that I knew turned her on. There was a moment of silence as our naked bodies writhed together, separated only by a thin cotton blanket. 

"I liked it," she said suddenly. "It made me feel so dirty but I loved it."

"Yeah?" I moaned, running my tongue up her neck. "You like feeling dirty?"

"Uh huh." 

I could feel Kayla's moisture through the blanket as she became more excited. Kissing my way down to her breasts, I released my grip on her wrists sliding my hands down the sides of her body causing her body to shiver with anticipation. I began to circle one of her nipples with my tongue as she continued her story. 

"I had been horny all night," she explained. "I was also drinking quite a bit and really wanted to fuck someone. After you left the party I started flirting with these two guys, Chad and Justin. They both seemed interested in me but I more into Justin." 

I closed my lips around one of Kayla's nipples, sucking it gently. My body was tingling as I listened to my girlfriend talk. Reaching down I began to press the palm of my hand between her legs, feeling the heat radiating from her steamy pussy. Kayla moaned in appreciation but continued her arousing tale. 

"The guys invited me back to their place, and of course I went. We had some more drinks and I started to get really drunk. I was being really flirtatious and we were all making really dirty jokes and stuff. Chad put on some music and I really wanted to dance. I asked the guys, but they said they wanted to watch me."

My heart was racing. The feeling was unexplainable. It was a mix between arousal and jealousy and it was getting stronger with every word Kayla spoke. Peeling the thin blanket off her body, I sunk two fingers into her soaking wet hole as she gasped in pleasure and spread her legs wider. 

"Mmmm, baby that feels good. So anyway, they convinced me to dance for them which I did. As I danced I began to get more and more turned on and my dancing got dirtier and dirtier. Soon I was taking turns grinding my ass into them and flipping up my skirt to give them little peaks at my panties. They were touching me all over, groping me and feeling me. I felt like a dirty little stripper, but it turned me on so much." 

My fingers were now sliding in and out of Kayla's tight little shaved pussy and her storytelling was becoming more erratic as she moaned and groaned under my touch.

"I started out just flipping my skirt up or pulling my top down top give the guys a bit of a show, but as I got more turned on, I started taking all my clothes off. Soon I was only wearing my skirt and heels with nothing on underneath. I sat down in Justin's lap and began grinding my ass into his crotch. I could feel his big hard cock through his pants and my pussy got so wet! He reached around and started playing with my tits as Chad watched. Then he put his hand up my skirt and fingered my pussy." 

"Like this?" I asked, sliding my fingers in and out, fucking Kayla's tight little cunt with my hand. 

"Oh yeah", she purred. "Just like that." 

I urged her to continue as I bent down gave her clit a few tickles with my tongue, adding a third finger to her pussy. 

"I was starting to feel really nasty, so I pulled his hand from my pussy and sucked his fingers off, making sure that Chad could see the whole thing. Then I spun around and kissed Justin, but he pushed my head down. I knew what he wanted so I dropped to my knees and pulled his cock out of his pants."

Moving down between Kayla's legs I buried my face in her pussy, licking and sucking at her sweet nectar. She had to stop for a second as she felt my tongue inside her, but soon regained her composure and continued her story. 

"I sucked his cock", she blurted out, gasping as I tongued her clit. "I sucked it as he grabbed my head pushing me down. Justin started calling me names. He called me 'slut'. 'Suck my cock slut!' he kept saying over and over."

"Did you like it?" I asked, lifting my face from Kayla's pussy.

"Yes", she responded. "I loved it! It made me so horny!"

"And then what?"

"He told me to lick his balls. And I did. I was licking all over his balls and sucking his cock like a little whore".

I was more surprised with every word Kayla spoke, but I was also becoming more and more aroused.

"Hmmm, you are a little slut," I said, crawling up Kayla's body. "Aren't you?"

"Yes!" she moaned, feeling the head of my dick running up and down her swollen pussy lips. "I'm a dirty little slut!" 

"Did you feel like a slut when you sucked his cock?" 

"Fuck yes!" she groaned, thrusting her hips upwards, trying desperately to get my dick inside her. "I was a whore. A dirty little cocksucking whore!"

I had never hard such filthy language from my girlfriend's mouth but it was driving me crazy! Parting her pussy lips, I pushed my cock inside her, finally enjoying the satisfying feeling of her hot wet little hole.

"Oh God!" she gasped as I entered her. "Fuck me Damon! Fuck me while I tell you what I whore I can be!" 

I desperately wanted to fuck Kayla hard and fast but in my current condition I thought it best to start out nice and slow, so as to make it last as long as possible. In fact if we had not had sex earlier I'm sure I would have exploded at the mere touch of her insatiable pussy. 

"You should have seen me Damon," she continued, becoming even more aroused. "Your sweet little Kayla on her knees sucking some strange guy's dick! He was holding me by the hair making me suck him. And then Chad came up behind me and started feeling me under my skirt. He was playing with my pussy, telling me how bad we wanted to fuck me, so I told him to do it. 

Kayla's legs were wrapped around my waist as I moved my hips up and down, forward and back in a slow deliberate flowing motion. My body was pressed tight to hers, rubbing against her clit with every thrust. 

"Chad pushed my skirt up and started fucking me. He fucked me hard too. He was slapping my ass and calling me dirty names as I licked Justin all over. Then Justin shoved his cock in my mouth and grabbed my hair." 

"Mmm", I moaned, "I wish I could have seen you baby. Sucking cock and getting fucked! I bet it looked so hot."

"Yeah? You'd like to see that?" 

"Yes." 

"You can if you want." 

"Oh fuck yes! I want to see it Kayla. I want to see you getting used by two guys!"

I was fucking her faster now, but still trying to prevent myself from cumming. 

"Fuck Damon, you should have seen it. Justin came all over my face and Chad pulled out and shot cum all over my ass! It was so fucking hot!" 

"Yes, I want to see it. I want to see it all."

Kayla grabbed my head and looked into my eyes. 

"You can baby," she said sweetly. "But first...Fuck your little whore!" 

I smiled back and began pounding Kayla's pussy mercilessly as she wrapped her hands around my body, clawing at my back.

"Fuck yes!" she screamed. "Fuck me! Fuck your dirty little slut! Fill me up!" 

Every muscle in my body contracted as my cock exploded inside Kayla's hot little hole, filling her insides with my creamy load. 

"Oh yessssssssss," she whimpered as she felt her pussy milking every last drop of cum from my dick.

The tense feeling in my muscles was soon replaced with a feeling of fatigue and relaxation as I collapsed onto Kayla's sweaty, prone body. Slowly, I rolled over allowing my flaccid cock to slip from her cum filled orifice. There was a moment of silence as we both tried to process what had just occurred. 

"Damon?" she asked, rolling over to look at me. "Were you serious about what you said? About wanting to watch me with other guys?"

I stared at the ceiling and thought about it. 

"Because," she continued. "I think it would be kind of fun."

I cocked my head to look at my girlfriend. Her blonde hair was sweaty and tangled, hanging down around her big blue eyes. I looked at her mouth, studying her pouty lips as her tongue flicked over them. I then imagined those lips wrapped around some other guy's cock, and that tongue lapping away at some guy's balls. 

"Yes." I said after some careful thought. "I think it would be fun." 

"Really?" she asked in an excited tone. "And you don't think I'm a slut?" 

"Yes I do," I said pulling her in for a kiss. "And I love it!"

       *     *     *     *     *   

When I awoke the nest morning, Kayla had already left. Lazily, I dragged myself out of bed, noticing a note sitting on my dresser. Yawning as I picked it up, I unfolded it and began to read.

' Damon, 

   Last night was amazing! I had to run, but I'll call you tonight. I hope you're not having second thoughts because the thought of you watching me get fucked turns me on so much! In fact I think I'll pick out a new slutty outfit when I go shopping today. Talk to you soon.

                       Kayla   XXX'

Smiling to myself, I folded up the paper and tossed it back on the dresser. She was actually going to go through with it! I was actually going to watch my girlfriend get double teamed! A million thoughts began to rush through my head and a tent began to form in my underwear. 

"Oh yeah," I thought. "This is going to be hot." 

For the rest of the day, I couldn't stop thinking about it. At work, at home, at the store, all I could think about was my sweet little Kayla on her hands and knees taking it in both ends. I even had to take a break at work and step into the bathroom for a little "release". It was about 11 at night when Kayla finally called me. 

"Hey baby," she greeted cheerfully over the phone. "Guess what?" 

"What?" 

"I talked to Justin today."

"And?"

"And he's cool with it." 

"Really?" 

"Yep. And so is Chad. They're coming over to my place tomorrow. Is that okay?" 

"Uh, yeah I guess so. I just wasn't expecting this to all happen so fast."

"You're not having second thoughts now, are you?" 

I thought about Kayla's question for a moment before answering. 

"No. No, of course not. Tomorrow's fine."

"Good. I'm so excited. I even bought a new sexy little outfit, if you can call it an outfit." 

Kayla and I exchanged a little bit more small talk over the phone before saying goodnight. After hanging up, I crawled into bed thinking about the next day. In fact, I had such a hard time getting to sleep I was exhausted in the morning. Work dragged on longer than ever as all I could think about that night. After getting home, I had a shower and a few drinks to calm my nerves before Kayla called and told me to come over. I quickly downed one more and headed out the door. I was on my way to see my girlfriend get fucked.

When I got to Kayla's place I noticed there was another car in the driveway. My heart began to race. Was it them? Did they start already? Cautiously, I made my way to the front door and knocked. A few moments passed before the door opened to reveal Kayla standing before me wearing a short, white bath robe. 

"Hey baby!" she said, giving me a peck on the lips. 

"Are they here?" I asked, stepping into the house. 

Kayla nodded, closing the door behind me. 

"They're in the living room. Leah's at her boyfriend's so I figured we could use the living room." 

My heart was beating uncontrollably fast. I wondered if Kayla was as nervous as I was. 

"Damon?" she asked, looking at me seriously. "Are you sure you're alright with this? I mean, I might do or say some things in there that you've never seen me do. I may not be able to control my self."

I smiled and gave her another kiss. 

"It's okay," I said, reaching around to give her pert little ass a playful squeeze. "Just get in there and show me what a little slut you can be." 

Kayla let out a giggle.

"Okay," she said, taking my hand and leading me into the living room. "You asked for it!" 




Kinky Kayla



As we entered the room I took notice of the two guys sitting at either end of the couch. Both were tanned and had kind of a 'surfer' look about them. One seemed taller and had blonde hair. He was wearing a sleeveless shirt and a pair of shorts, while his friend was dressed in a tight white shirt and khakis. 

"Damon," Kayla introduced. "This is Justin and Chad." 

I shook their hands which seemed kind of awkward. Apparently Justin was the taller one. 

I took a seat in a chair opposite the couch as Kayla put on some music. None of us said a word until she returned. 

"Are you gonna dance for us again?" Chad asked, smiling at my girlfriend. 

"Not today," she responded. "If it's alright with you, I'd like to get down to business." 

With that, she pulled off her bathrobe leaving all three of us bug-eyed with awe. 

Kayla was dressed in a skimpy little outfit consisting of a pair of white thong underwear veiled by a sexy white see-through mini skirt type thing, although it could barely be called even that. She had a matching bra on that was fashioned from the same material and so was also see-through, as well as a lacy white choker around her neck. She looked amazing! 

She gave a twirl, showing off her new outfit before sauntering over to the couch, casting a mischievous gaze back at me over her shoulder. I watched her as she walked, mesmerized by the subtle motion of her ass swaying back and forth under the thin transparent material. 

Kayla took a seat between Chad and Justin, and the two friends slid in closer, enclosing my girlfriend between them. She placed a hand on each of their legs, smiling back at me as she moved up to their crotches giving each one a gentle squeeze. 

"Ooooo", she said, pursing her lips together. "Hard already? You guys must like my new outfit."

With that, she turned to Justin, kissing him full on the lips as she pawed between his legs. From my vantage point I could see their tongues entwined in a lewd dance as Kayla began to moan. Chad placed his hand and her smooth thigh and slid it up between her legs, kissing the back of her shoulder as he pressed his fingers against her pussy through the thin material of her underwear. 

It had begun. I was now watching my girlfriend getting it on as I sat less than ten feet away. I was close enough to her hear subtle moans and smell the faint scent of her perfume.

"She's fucking wet," Chad exclaimed, rubbing his fingers against my girlfriend's pussy. 

Justin reached up and cupped one of Kayla's breasts in his large hand, increasing the volume of her sensual moaning. Kayla spread her legs wide to allow Chad better access and also to give me a better view as he pulled her panties to the side, exposing her hairless pink folds. I then watched in a daze as he slipped a finger inside her, pushing it in up to the knuckle in her tiny wet pussy. Kayla gasped as his finger entered her, breaking her kiss with Justin. Justin, in turn, began kissing his way down her neck, pulling off her bra and tossing it to the side. Kayla was running her hands through his hair and gritting her teeth as he sucked her nipple into his mouth to complement Chad's finger in her pussy. Her eyes full of unbridled lust, she looked over at me, staring into my eyes. 

I swallowed hard. I had never seen Kayla look at me like that. It was as if she was becoming possessed. My hands gripped the arms of the chair as my dick strained against the inside of my pants. I was frozen and could not pull my eyes away from the scene unfolding before me.

Chad pulled his fingers from Kayla's pussy, and offered them to her, glistening with her own juices. Keeping her eyes transfixed on me, she sucked the finger into her mouth, relishing in the sweet taste of her own fluids. 

"Okay boys," she said, letting Chad withdraw his finger from between her soft lips. "Let's get those clothes off! I need some cock. Now!" 

Justin and Chad scrambled to remove their clothing as fast as possible as Kayla dropped to her hands and knees and began to crawl towards me like a cat. 

"How are you doing baby?" she asked, in a sweet, sincere voice. "Are you having fun?"

I nodded.

"Are you ready to see more?" she asked, reaching up to feel the hardness in my crotch. "Are you ready to see your sweet little Kayla get fucked like a whore?" 

I nodded.

"Good," she purred, patting my aching cock through my pants. "Just sit back and enjoy the show." 

With that, she turned back to her two lovers who were now both completely naked. Extending her arm she motioned for them to come to her, bringing the trio even closer to me. 

Kayla was now on her knees a mere three feet from my sitting place and she smiled devilishly as the two men came up on either side of her, their erect cocks bobbing as they walked. 

"Oh yeah, she moaned with satisfaction reaching out to either side grabbing a dick in each of her small hands. 

"Do you want to see me suck these cocks?" she asked me, using her most innocent voice as she stroked one. 

I nodded. 

"Do it baby," I said softly. 

Kayla first leaded towards Justin, licking the tip of his cock, teasing him by wiggling her tongue into his dick hole. As she pulled away, I noticed a thin strand of precum connecting her tongue with Justin's dick. She gave a smile and slurped the slimy strand into her mouth. 

She then turned to Chad, pulling him in closer and enclosing her lips around his mushroom-like crown, sucking softly as she gazed up into his eyes. Placing a hand on Kayla's head, he urged her to take more of him into her mouth. Her eyes shifted from his to mine as he pushed his cock through her lips and into the back of her throat. As he held her by the hair, he withdrew, his dick glistening wet with my girlfriend's saliva. 

"Oh yeah baby," Chad moaned. "Suck that fucking cock!" 

It was a little strange to hear someone else talk to my girlfriend that way, but I had to admit that it turned me on. My dick was aching but I still managed to refrain from touching it as I continued to watch the lewd scene before me. 

Kayla was now alternating between the two cocks, giving one a few wet sucks before switching back to the other. Her tiny hands were pumping wildly and her head was bobbing back and forth on the dick in her mouth. 

"You're such a good little cocksucker," Justin said, reaching down to grab a handful of Kayla's shimmering blonde hair. 

Kayla moaned in approval, urging him to continue his dirty talking as she released Chad's dick, turning fully towards Justin. Justin grinned and began pumping his cock in and out of he mouth using both hands to hold her head in place. He was face fucking my girlfriend! 

Chad was obviously feeling a little left out, so he reached down and started to grope Kayla's ass, feeling in between her legs. Kayla moaned around Justin's cock and pushed her ass out, raising it up into the air. Chad smiled and flipped her see-through skirt up, running his hands all over her pert little behind. As he was admiring my girlfriend's ass Justin was enjoying her mouth, pumping in and out in a steady rhythm as Kayla passively allowed him to use her lips for his pleasure.

"Let's get this little slut up on the couch," Justin said, pulling Kayla's mouth off his cock. 

Chad agreed and took her by the hand, leading her over to the couch. 

"How do you want me?" she asked in a cute little innocent voice. 

"On your hands and knees," Justin ordered, a look of lustful intensity in his eyes. 

Kayla enthusiastically hopped up and bent over as instructed with her head near the end of the couch. Justin walked to the end of the couch, his cock swaying with every step. In her new position, her face was now lined up perfectly with his erect dick. She licked her lips as he approached and grabbed her by the back of the head. Kayla reflexively opened her mouth as Justin shifted forward, sliding his cock between her lips and forcefully into the back of her throat. She gagged slightly, but fought the reflex and allowed him to penetrate her as Chad took his position behind her on the couch. 

Kayla moaned with anticipation as she felt her skimpy underwear being pulled around her knees. Chad then flipped up her meager skirt and took hold of his cock, positioning it at her warm, wet opening. My heart raced as I came to the realization that my girlfriend was about to get fucked! 

Justin was holding her head in place as he slid his cock in and out of her mouth, producing a loud slurping sound that made the whole situation seem even more dirty. His balls were slapping against her chin with every thrust and an endless stream of profanity flowed from his mouth. 

"Suck it you filthy little slut!" he commanded, as he gazed down at her. "Suck that fucking cock!"

I never knew Kayla was into such rough treatment but she appeared to be loving it nonetheless. And while Justin was very willing to degrade my girlfriend into nothing more than a simple fuck toy, Chad seemed to be a little less abrasive in his treatment.  

"Stick your dick in her," Justin suggested to his friend in an authoritarian tone. "Fuck that tight little cunt."

Chad nodded and smiled as he wetted the head of his cock by running it up and down Kayla's glistening wet pussy lips. Even from my vantage point I could see her tight little hole was dripping with wanton lust as she felt her lips being parted by Chad's thick pole. 

"Uhhhhhh," she blurted out with a muffled gasp as he thrust into her from behind pushing her forward and forcing more of Justin's dick down her throat. 

"Oh yessss!" she reiterated with a prolonged sigh when Justin withdrew his shimmering, wet cock from her hungry mouth, leaving a sticky trail of saliva dripping down her chin and onto her breast. 

"You like that baby?" Justin asked, running the head of his slippery dick over my girlfriend's pouty red lips. "You like getting fucked from both ends?" 

"Yes!" she gasped again as Chad grasped her fleshy ass and began to slide his dick in and out of her.

"Why?" he asked, slapping her lightly in the face with his cock. "Tell me why you like it." 

"Because I'm a fucking little slut!" Kayla blurted out, staring up at Justin with a glazed, lust filled stare. "Now stick that cock back in my mouth!" 

I just stated in amazement as Justin slipped his dick back between her lips eliciting a appreciative sigh from Kayla's cock-filled mouth. She had warned me that she might say some things that I would not expect, but I had no idea she would ever get this crazy! 

She quickly resumed sucking, this time doing most of the work as she bobbed her head up and down, sliding her lips over his slick shaft. Kayla then lifted Justin's cock and tongued his balls causing him to toss his head back in pleasure at the feel of her soft wet tongue. Her body was lurching back and forth due to Chad's increasingly forceful thrusting and she was moaning uncontrollably as the two friends used her holes. 

"Let's switch," Justin suggested, yanking Kayla's head back off his balls. "I want to fuck this little whore." 

Chad nodded in agreement and pulled his wet cock out of my girlfriend, giving her a playful slap on the ass as he changed positions with his friend. 

"Oh yeah," Kayla exclaimed, her eyes widening with anticipation. "Let me taste my pussy on your dick!" 

Chad stood before her, his glistening cock tempting her as it swayed agonizingly close to her face. Kayla opened her mouth and leaned forward, sucking him deep as she tasted her pussy juices which coated his shaft. Justin climbed up behind her, aiming his cock at her soaking wet opening as she licked her own fluids off the dick in her mouth. 

"Fuck!" she gasped as Justin speared her with his long, hard rod, driving into her hard and rough. 

"You like that?" he asked, giving her a loud slap on the ass. 

"Fuck yes!" she exclaimed, gritting her teeth as she felt his palm of his hand land firmly on her tender flesh. "Fuck me! Fuck me hard!"

Justin gave her one more slap before pounding away at her eager pussy. He was slamming into her hard, completely filling her with every thrust. Kayla closed her eyes and opened her mouth as if to scream, but nothing was coming out. Chad then grabbed her roughly by the hair and shoved his cock back into her gaping mouth. She could only let out a high pitched squeal as he began to fuck her face as his friend fucked her pussy. 

At that moment I wished I had a camera. Kayla looked incredibly hot as she moaned around Chad's dick with Justin penetrating her from behind. I wanted to capture that moment forever. 

"You know what I'm going tonight?" Justin asked, lewdly spreading her asscheeks apart to give himself a view of his cock buried in her pussy. "I'm going to fuck this tight little ass of yours." 

I listened intently as I awaited for Kayla's response. 

"OH fuck yeah!" she gasped, popping Chad's slobbery dick out of her hungry mouth. "Do what ever you want to me!" 

Chad and Justin both grinned from ear to ear as my girlfriend wrapped her lips around the wet shaft in front of her and began pumping it furiously. I, on the other hand, was stunned. Kayla had just given them permission to do something that I had yet to do myself! While the thought of refusing the kinky request crossed my mind, the thought of watching my girl taking it up the ass quickly overpowered any decision to stop the events from occurring. And in fact, I was unsure that I could even prevent Kayla from doing anything at that point. She was going wild and getting dirtier by minute. I sat back and took a deep breath as the show continued. 

Justin then inserted his thumb into his mouth and reached down, massaging Kayla's exposed asshole with the wet digit. Kayla moaned in response and looked over to me. 

"Did you hear that Damon?" she asked, her body still shuddering with every thrust. "These guys are going to fuck my dirty little asshole! You don't mind do you?" 

I shook my head.

"Good." she said, staring intently at me. "Because I can't wait to get a cock in my ass!" 

With that, she shoved Chad's dick back into her mouth, stemming her unceasing flow of filthy talking for the moment. It also prevented her from squealing when Justin pushed his thumb into her ass as he fucked her. 

"Oh god!" she moaned as he sunk his thumb knuckle deep into her tight hole. "That feels so fucking good!" 

Kayla was alternating between moaning and licking Chad's balls, when she spoke again. 

"Put me on the floor!" she blurted out. "Put me on the floor and fuck me like the whore I am!" 

Chad pulled his cock out of her mouth and grabbed my girlfriend by the hair, half dragging her onto the living room floor. Justin allowed his dick to slip free of her pussy and gave her a hard slap on the ass as she crawled off the couch. 

"Do it man," Chad encouraged. "Stick your cock up her ass!" 

Justin jammed two fingers into Kayla's pussy, roughly fingering her as his friend dropped to his knees in front of her. 

"Is that what you want?" he asked, withdrawing his fingers and slathering his shaft with her pussy juices. "You want my dick in your ass now?" 

"Fuck yes!" she exclaimed. "Use me! Use me like a worthless little slut!"

Justin gritted his teeth as he rubbed his wet cock from her tailbone down the crack of her ass. Kayla purred as she felt his engorged head sliding back and forth over her tight little opening. Reaching back between her legs, she began to rub her clit as his dick came to rest against her tiny puckered hole. 

"Do it!" she said quietly. "Put it in." 

With a look of intense concentration, Justin began to push his cock into my girlfriend's asshole. Kayla's mouth opened and a subtle moan escaped her lips as her tight muscular ring opened up around his invading shaft. 

"Uhhhhhhhh," she groaned as his thick pole slipped farther into her tiny hole. 

Kayla turned her head to the side and rested her face on the carpet as her nimble little fingers worked frantically at her pussy. Justin forced the remainder of his cock inside her, filling her asshole completely. 

"Oh my fucking God!" he exclaimed, splaying her ass cheeks to see his dick embedded in her hole. "You fucking slut! Your asshole feels so fucking good!"

"Then fuck it!" she demanded. "Fuck my fucking asshole!"

I shifted uneasily in my seat. Even with Kayla's warning, I had never expected things to go this far. The size of my cock at that moment, however, told me that I was not completely opposed to the filthy events taking place.

Chad, who was starting to feel left out, shifted around to Kayla's sideways turned face and rubbed his cock along her lips. 

"Open up baby," he taunted, slapping her lightly with the engorged member. 

Kayla parted her lips and Chad moved forward, shoving his cock into her mouth as he held the back of her head with both hands. He then held her head firmly pressed against the floor as he began to thrust in and out of her mouth, using her face in a most vulgar fashion. 

"Mmmmmmm," she moaned, as Justin proceeded to sink his thick cock into my girlfriend's tight little asshole. 

Her moans of pleasure would have been louder if not for the fact that her voice was almost completely muffled by Chad's dick. Justin began fucking her harder, building up speed as he splayed her ass cheeks wide in order to enjoy the site of his pole invading Kayla's tiny hole. An endless stream of profanity flowed from his mouth as he continued to call my girlfriend every filthy, disrespectful name he could think of. 

"You like that slut?" he asked, driving his dick deep inside her. "You like being my little ass slut?" 

"Fuck yes!" she exclaimed, spitting Chad's wet cock out of her mouth. "I love it! I love your cock in my asshole! Fuck me! Use me! Use me like the whore I am!"

The two friends continued to debase my girl for a few more minutes before Chad requested a change. 

"Let me try that tight little ass now," he suggested. 

Justin gave Kayla a few more thrusts for good measure, before agreeing to his friend's suggestion. 

"Would you like that whore?" he asked, slapping her hard on the ass. "Do you want another dick in your ass?" 

"Yessss," she purred, although at that point I was quite sure that there was nothing that she would refuse to do. 

My girlfriend was acting like a complete slut. I had rarely witnessed this type behavioreven in porn movies, but yet for some reason, I suspected the worst was yet to come. 

She gasped as Justin pulled his dick out of her tight little butt and moved aside to allow Chad to get in position. Chad licked his lips enthusiastically as he knelt behind her, eyeing her exposed asshole hungrily. Kayla looked back over her shoulder, shooting him a look of complete desire as he rubbed the head of his cock up and down the crack of her ass. 

"Come on baby," my girlfriend coaxed. "Put it in. I want that cock in my ass!"

Chad smiled back at her. 

"Beg!" he ordered. "I want to hear you beg for it." 

"Please!" she blurted out instantly. "Please stick that big cock in my tight little asshole!" 

Chad smiled again and pressed his cock against her tiny puckered opening. 

"Oh yes!" Kayla exclaimed, feeling her tight hole open up around his invading shaft. "Shove it in. I want to feel it all the way in my ass!" 

Grabbing a hold of her hips, he then pulled her ass back to meet his plunging dick. She pressed her head against the floor and groaned as her asshole quickly filled with cock. Justin was watching with admiration but wanted back in on the action. Dropping to his knees in front of Kayla he grabbed a handful of her hair and roughly pulled her head back up.

"No fucking way!" I muttered to myself. "There's no way she would do that!" 

"Taste your ass on my cock bitch!" he ordered, thrusting his glistening pole into her face. 




Kinky Kayla



Kayla tossed him a lustful glance before opening her mouth wide and allowing him to push his dick past her soft pink lips and into her accepting mouth. Grabbing the back of her head, he forced the entire length of his shaft down her throat, causing her to choke and sputter as his heavy balls pressed against her chin.

"What a fucking whore!" Chad exclaimed, slapping Kayla hard on the ass. 

Justin withdrew his dick, leaving a sticky strand of saliva connecting it to her mouth. He then, slapped her across the face with his wet cock as his friend continued to fuck her ass with long deep strokes. I was becoming completely astonished with the lack of respect these two were showing my girlfriend, but I had to admit it was turning me on. As the kinky trio descended further into into depravity, I found it impossible to prevent myself from touching myself and soon found my hand tightly gripping the bulge in my pants. 

"Yes!" Kayla shouted as Justin's wet cock slapped sharply across her lips. ""Fuck me! Fuck my asshole! Use me! I'm your fucking whore!"

Encouraged by my girlfriend's vulgar enthusiasm, Justin pulled her head up by the hair so that was now looking directly into his lust-filled eyes as he rubbed his slippery, wet dick all over her face, leaving a glistening slimy trail in its wake. 

"You're my fucking whore?" He asked, holding her head in place.

"Yessss," she hissed back, her tongue lashing out in an effort to taste more of his cock. 

"And you'll do anything I want?"

"Oh fuck yeah!" Kayla reiterated, wincing suddenly as Chad drove his dick deep into her ass with a quick but forceful thrust. "Anything."

"Good." 

With that, Justin let go of her hair and turned around, getting on all fours. My mouth dropped open and my breathing stopped when I realized what was going to happen. Shuffling backwards, he pushed his ass right into Kayla's face as he reached back to regain his hold on her shimmering blonde hair. 

"Lick it slut!" he ordered, grinding his ass back onto her mouth. "I want to feel your tongue on my asshole!" 

Kayla let out what could only be described as a moan of complete ecstasy as she allowed her face to be buried in Justin's ass. It was obvious that this new turn of events had only heightened her sexual arousal as she continued to allow herself to be debased in every way possible. I cocked my head to the side to get a better view and was able to make out my girlfriend's nimble little pink tongue flickering around his tightly closed hole. 

"Come on whore!" he chided. "You can do better than that. Show me what a filthy slut you can be!"

Kayla began moaning into his ass as she increased the vigor with which she licked him. Chad was now fucking her abused butt hole with long, deep strokes, each one pushing her face harder into his friend's ass. 

"Lick it bitch!" Chad seethed as he grabbed a fistful of hair from the back of her head and forced her face forward. "Lick that ass!"

Kayla stiffened her tongue and started to jab relentlessly as Justin's asshole, urged on by Chad's forcefulness. I stood up from my seat and moved forward to get a better view. My girlfriend was actually tongue fucking his ass! With every push of Chad's hand I could see the tip of her tongue disappear into Justin's hole. As I neared closer, she cast me a look from the corner of her eye, winking as she gave him a particularly long, lewd lick over the puckered surface. 

"Tell your boyfriend what you are," Chad suggested, releasing her hair and going back to sliding his dick in and out of her ass.

Kayla turned her head slightly and spoke in a halting manor as each thrust of Chad's cock sent her tongue stabbing into Justin'saliva soaked asshole. 

"I'm...an...ass....licking...whore," she managed to say, looking up at me with a sexually possessed stare. 

I couldn't take it anymore. Unbuttoning my pants, I fished out my straining cock and began to stroke it as I continued to watch the depraved scene with perverted interest. Justin also began to stroke his dick, jerking it in pace with my girlfriend's attacking tongue. 

"Oh Fuck!" he blurted out suddenly, spinning around just in time to send a massive stream of hot white cum splashing off Kayla's lips and chin. Gleefully, she opened her mouth wide in an effort to catch the next shot, but it landed on her forehead, dripping down between her eye and nose. A few seconds later my girlfriend's face was a gooey mess and her fingers were working feverishly to scoop the creamy white fluid into her hungry mouth. Apparently the messy scene was too much for Chad to take and he let out an endless stream of profane curses as he emptied his swollen balls into Kayla's freshly reamed asshole. 

"Oh yeah," she moaned, tossing her head back with content as she felt the warm sticky fluid being injected inside her. 

Chad pulled his cock out just in time to send the last few spurts of hot jism over her ravaged asshole and creamy white cheeks. The sudden exit of his dick was followed by a thin trickle of cum that flowed from Kayla's tiny pink hole, down the back of her leg and onto the floor below her. She looked as though she was about to collapse with exhaustion when I reached out and grabbed her by the hair, my fist pumping furiously around my cock. At first she looked surprised but soon a wide smile spread across her cum covered face and she opened her mouth, extending her tongue in a filthy but beckoning manor. I then shot what must have been the biggest load of my life directly onto her waiting tongue. Some of the sticky fluid dripped off the edges and down her chin, but the majority either spurted into the back of her throat or pooled on the outstretched surface of her tongue. After the last drop had landed, Kayla gave all of us an incredibly slutty glare before tossing her head back and swallowing the remaining cum. 

There was then a short period of awkward silence as Chad and Justin put their clothes back on. Kayla gave them a cheerful "thank you" before heading to the bathroom leaving the three of us alone in the living room. I made a quick excuse to go into the bedroom in order to excuse myself from the ensuing uncomfortable situation. While sitting alone, attempting to process what had just transpired, I heard Kayla say goodbye to the guys as they left. I then walked out back into the living room to find my girlfriend staring sheepishly at me with her big blue eyes. She had changed into her bathrobe and had cleaned the majority of Justin's cum from her face, although the room still smelled strongly of sex. 

"Well?" I asked. "Did you have fun?" 

"Ooohhhhh yes!" she responded with a relaxed and contented sigh. 

There was then a short period of silence before she spoke again.

"Did you like it?"

I contemplated the question before answering. 

"Yeah," I said finally. "I think I did."

"Did it turn you on?"

"Oh yes." 

Kayla's cheerful face then become quite serious.

"Did it turn you on to see me being treated like that?"

"Yes it did. A lot actually." 

"Do you think you'd want to see something like that again?" 

"Why?" I asked, my eyes narrowing. "Do you want to do it again?"

"Well, kind of. There are some other things I'd like to try." 

"Oh really?"

"Yeah. Like...I'd really like to get it in both holes at the same time. That's always been kind of a fantasy of mine."

I nodded, feeling my dick start to rise back to life at the mere mention of double penetration. 

"Yeah," I said. "Okay. I guess we could do that." 

Kayla's face lit up instantly. 

"Good!" she exclaimed as she made her way back to the bathroom. "And maybe I could have three guys at once! Or four! And rougher. I definitely want it to be more rough."

Her voice trailed off as the bathroom door closed behind her.

"More rough?" I muttered to myself. "What am I getting myself into?"

The End

Send comments to the address in my profile. And look for more adventures of Kayla and Damon in the near future. 



Kinky Keri and Communal Living



When I first went off to college I was nervous to say the least. At home I was Daddy’s little girl, his princess really. At school I would be just another young blonde co-ed trying to blend in and make new friends.

To make matters worse, a week before I was scheduled to move into my dorm, my best friend (who I was going to be my roommate) caught mono and had to withdraw for the semester. The university sent me an email telling me I would have to room with a sophomore since all the other freshman girls had paired off at orientation. Imagine my HORROR!! As if I weren’t nervous enough, now I was stuck rooming with a girl who was a year older, smarter, and probably better built than me (back then I had JUST grown into a B cup). I knew for sure that none of the boys would look at me as long as she was around. UGH!

Finally my first day arrived. After an emotional goodbye, (my dad still says he wasn’t crying, it was just his “allergies”), I unpacked and waited for my roommate to arrive.

A cute blonde girl leaned in the door an hour later, “ This is 12a right?”

“Umm, yeah, “ I stuttered. Oh my GOD!!! I didn’t even know they made girls like this! Blonde hair, blue eyes, perfect tan, and her BREASTS!! Perky, tan, and practically bursting out of her tight white halter-top. Just as much as I couldn’t get over how great she looked, I couldn’t believe how much I was staring!

I apologized for being so rude, stumbled through my introduction, and helped her unpack. When we got to the bag with her panties and bras, I blushed and pushed them in her direction. 

“That’s ok sweetie,” she winked, “I don’t mind if you see those. In fact, I used to swap bras and panties all the time with my roommate last year.” She looked at my breasts and then down at her own perky C cups and giggled, “Maybe we’ll start with just the panties.”

I blushed in spite of myself and continued to help unpack.

Just as I grabbed a handful of thongs to put away, a guy unlike any I had ever seen in my hometown, popped his head in the door, “Keri, are you ready? Let’s GO!”

They must have thought I owned stock in Revlon thanks to how red my face kept getting! Noticing my embarrassment, Keri grabbed the handful of unmentionables and tossed them in his face! 

Before I could die of shock she quickly explained, “Courtney, meet Mark, my boyfriend. Don’t worry about being embarrassed in front of him, you guys will be seeing a lot of each other this semester.” They exchanged glances, winked, and walked down the hallway laughing the whole time.

I wasn’t quite sure what she had meant, but I didn’t care. I certainly knew what it meant for Mark to be around. Keri, gorgeous as she was, was taken and I would have a chance with the boys after all.

As the semester wore on, Keri and I grew even closer. As luck would have it, not only did we get along famously, but we also had a class together! We spent most of our nights being goofy while we studied together, drinking and playing truth or dare between chapters of the text. 

One night, drunk and silly as ever, Keri slurred, “Ok, I have a dare for you…“ Her eyes lit up, “Kiss me.”

Before I even knew what I was doing, I planted a kiss right on her juicy ruby red lips. Almost like it was second nature, Keri reached up and put her hand on the back of my head as she slipped her hot moist tongue into my mouth. I didn’t even have time to feel awkward or nervous, I was too busy noticing how wet I had become with her hot tongue darting over my moist red lips. 

To my shock, I decided to go for it. I reached up under her knit blouse and felt her nipples harden under my fingertips. It felt so good to be doing the same things I did secretly to myself to another girl for the first time. 

Keri pulled away and began to moan. Could I have been making her that hot just tugging on her nipples? 

I opened my eyes to find, much to my surprise, Keri’s tight little mini skirt hiked up over her hips with Marks’ head planted firmly between her thighs. Oh my GOD!! Had he been here the whole time? I began to pull my hands away when Keri grabbed me, tore off my shirt and began sucking on my aching tits. I couldn’t pull away. I didn’t know what was going on but I knew it was making my pussy throb for more.

Looking down at Mark’s tongue lapping up the juices from his girlfriend’s tight, wet cunt, I just knew I had to taste her. After all, this was our study session, what fun would I have if I didn’t learn something?

Keri, noticing my longing gaze, unwrapped her beautiful full lips from my nipple and pushed Mark away. She hoisted her firm ass in the air, threw her legs over my shoulders and commanded, “Lick.”

I thought I was going to cum instantly when I felt her hot throbbing clit at the mercy of my tongue. It took me a minute, but once I started running the tip of my tongue over the swollen lips of her pussy, Keri quickly responded with a gentle thrusting of her hips. As I watched the look of pleasure on her face, Mark eased his giant hard cock into her waiting mouth. I couldn’t believe how big it was! They really didn’t make boys like this in my hometown! I had never seen a cock as long and as thick as his before. Just the sight of Keri taking in so much of this massive dick made my pussy drip. She eyed him intently as she sucked. 

All at once Mark began moaning and Keri’s thrusting grew more intense. As I watched Mark shoot his steamy cum all over his girlfriend’s mouth, my own lips were met with a flood of hot juices from her pink, wet pussy. 

They had both cum and were breathing heavily when Keri dropped her legs to either side of me, pulled me over to straddle her face and whispered, “ Your turn, Courtney.”

She quickly pushed aside my soaking wet thong and thrust her hot tongue into my throbbing pussy. I felt a rush of heat and excitement soar through my cunt as she licked vigorously at my clit. 

I was so wrapped up in watching another girl lick my pussy that I had almost completely forgotten about Mark. I turned my head to give him some affection just in time to see that he was getting along just fine without me. He was quite content pounding away at Keri’s wet snatch with his throbbing hard cock. Every time I watched his enormous dick force its way into his girlfriend’s tight pussy I had to stop myself from cumming. 

I turned myself around on Keri’s face so I could watch her writhe in pleasure from being fucked while she ate me out. Her tongue in my pussy was great, but feeling her nose in my ass gave me a rush like no other I had ever felt before. 

Mark kept pounding away, watching Keri disappear under me, until he couldn’t take it anymore. He grabbed her hips and forced the length of his enormous hard cock into her, throwing his head back as he came. That was all I needed. 

I couldn’t wait any longer. I squealed and moaned with delight while my juices flooded Keri’s hot wet mouth. She sucked down every last drop from my dripping cunt, ran her finger in me and asked sweetly, “Isn’t that better.”

It was better. Every time we had a late night “study session” it not only got better but also more intense. What can I say? It was a great semester after all. Funny thing is, at the end of my first term my best friend called to ask if I wanted to room with her for the spring. I giggled wildly and said, “ No thanks, my roommate and I are getting along just fine.



Kinky Kiki



Kiki Johnson was 19, tall and slender with breasts the size of small apples. She wore her black hair in a long pony tail that ran straight down her back. Her features where Americanized Asian and she had no trace of an accent.

Kiki lived in a luxury apartment which was elegantly furnished. She spent her free time studying about the world, and learning everything from card games to swing dancing to water-skiing. She made it a point to be proficient and knowledgeable about many things. Kiki believed in being well rounded, but she found that her many interests came in handy for her profession as well.

Kiki had a thriving business, which grew mainly from word of mouth. True she had business cards that circulated among those in a position to take advantage of her services. They weren’t very colorful and didn’t give any hint that she lived the type of lifestyle that she did.

A simple plain white cared could be found in the possession of those who had been referred by other satisfied customers.

**************************** Odd Jobs 555-5464 ****************************

Only those who had been referred knew who to ask for. All others where told that the card had been circulated by the previous owner of the number, who had closed the business when he left for college. Calls by the uninformed where very rare, however as Kiki’s customers where pretty careful with their cards.

Kiki was shopping for the perfect pair of sunglasses when her cell phone rang. “Hello.”

“I’m looking for Kiki,” said a voice on the other end.

“How can I help you?”

“My name is Gil and I would like to hire you to do some work for me this evening if you are available.”

“How is 7:00?”

“I’ll see you then.”

At five to seven, Kiki pulled up to the address that the man had given her. She wore a slender black silk dress and medium heals. Her hair was worn in the usual way and she had no make-up. She carried a roomy patent leather bag.

The man answering the door looked to be about 45, with brown hair that was white at the temples. He had a powerful build that suggested wealth, sophistication and an active lifestyle. He ushered her in soundlessly.

They discussed her fee, which he was happy to pay and then got down to the specifics of what he needed done. This was her first meeting with Gil, but she knew she liked him already. He was hansom, charismatic, and carried himself with authority. Kiki wasn’t surprised by the dichotomy, she was used to it by now. Men who where in charge during the day, who just wanted to let go at night and have someone else take control.

Kiki circled Gil, looking him over from head to toe. Here was a man who wanted to be dominated and yet on the surface did not have a submissive bone in his body. She knew she would have to find some weakness, some chink in his armor if she was to do this properly and satisfactorily. She had not succeeded in this business by simply jumping in unprepared, assuming that the same tricks would work for everyone.

Kiki could see that this man would have to be seduced. He would need to be flattered, rather than humiliated and in a sense, even tricked into accepting the very thing he was asking, even paying for. This was a man who wanted to have the table turned on him at the last minute, when it was too late to object.

Kiki stood in front of Gil, letting her own attraction to him overtake her. Her breaths became shallow as she teased herself with the thought of touching him. A man this sexy, this appealing didn’t need to pay for sex, she knew. But he didn’t want to be bothered with emotional attachments either. Kiki understood.

She put her hands on his chest and exhaled. Her hands traveled to his shoulders and pushed his jacket to the floor. He clasped his hands over hers and led her to the sofa. It wasn’t all an act that he was irresistible, his scent was powerfully masculine, his body rock hard.

Kiki put her arms around his neck and let herself kiss him. He answered her hungry lips with his own. They would not be spending the evening discussing one of her many topics of expertise. There was fire burning between them, a fire whose flames where fueled even more by the realization that this was bought and paid for. Kiki felt her thighs dampen. Money and power was the greatest turn-on, and the exchange of it was the most exciting thing in the world.

When the line was blurred over who really wielded the power, that was when Kiki found herself the most aroused. Nothing was simple, or clean or neat. Her sexuality held sway over her, his money compelled her to do as he wanted and what he wanted was total reversal, a forced surrender. She would give it to him.

She pretended to fumble with his buttons as she nibbled on his neck. His pants too were quickly removed. Kiki faced a member that was clearly not in need of Viagra. Gil’s thick cock sprang up in her face as soon as she slipped his briefs down around his legs. She blew softly against it teasingly and let her ponytail slide over his excited flesh as she finished removing the last vestiges of his clothing.

Kneeling in front of him, she looked up into his eyes and licked her lips. “Do you want me to lick it?” she whispered.

“You know I do,” he growled back in response.

“Close your eyes,” she answered as if she where a shy little virgin.

He closed his eyes, and she produced a silk scarf. In one fluid motion she had it tied over his eyes. Before he had a chance to complain, she had taken his thick staff into her soft warm mouth. His moans of pleasure assured her that she had done the right thing.

She kissed his rod teasingly, almost lovingly taking her time with the process. Her tongue slid over the length of his shaft and flicked over the head. Her hands caressed him, pumping luxuriously, taking her time. She gave him time to feel and enjoy every sensation before moving on to the next. She could feel his growing impatience at her slow manner but she didn’t let it effect her pacing.

Kiki knew that Gil was growing restless when his hands went to here hair. At first he tried to pass it off as simply caressing her hair, which she thoroughly enjoyed but they quickly grew more insistent, pushing on the back of her head as if to take control.

A second scarf appeared, and Kiki bound Gil’s hands over his head. That would fix that problem. Gil didn’t put up much of a fight, but he moaned and squirmed as if he where uncomfortable with this change of events. Things where literally out of his hands now, he was forced to let himself take a more receptive role.

There where things that she wished him to see. Kiki removed the blindfold. He now looked slightly embarrassed to be bound and under her power. She hitched her dress to straddle him and tighten his bonds.

With her customer properly and willingly bound, Kiki abandoned the blow-job all together. Instead, she stood up and took several steps backwards. In a fluid movement that seemed to take place in slow motion, Kiki unbuttoned the front of her dress and let it fall to her feet. She wore a black lace half-cup bra that merely traced the outline of the bottom of her breast while leaving the entire top of her breast, including her nipple exposed. Another motion removed even this garment, and Gil was surprised and delighted to see that her perfect breasts did not change position at all. Kiki’s nipples where pale pink, encircled by small and even paler areolas. Kiki’s all natural form was delicate and perfect in every way. Her small pert breasts were the same creamy sheen of the rest of her smooth light complexion. The black lace thong that she wore seemed to perfectly compliment her pearly alabaster coloring.

Kiki left the thong and the heels on. She stood over Gil, sitting tied helplessly on the couch, gazing down at him with a look of superiority on her face. He was hers to do anything with that she wished. She wanted to give him time to process this, to let a little shiver of fear run through him at the thought of the unknown, the moment of doubt where he wondered if he had done the right thing by calling her. She was outside the law and he knew it, she could do anything to him and disappear like smoke. He had handed over his power, he had agreed to this. Would he regret it, or would it be the biggest thrill of his life?

Kiki went to her bag. She reached around and withdrew what looked like a small hand held whip, with thick strips of suede that didn’t look like they would hurt too much. “Don’t be fooled,” she informed you. “This tool can cause a lot of physical pain.” He could feel himself wanting to bolt, he knew that he physically had the power to overwhelm her, even with these flimsy ties around his wrists. Something deeper compelled him to stay.

“Don’t worry, I can control their intensity. I can slap you very lightly and get your blood flowing.” She teased him with a light slap. It didn’t hurt, it felt invigorating. Still he could see his chest becoming pink where the scourge had made contact with his flesh.

“I can also use this to punish you, if you misbehave. Believe me, it can be very unpleasant when I want it to be.”

Gil sat with eyes wide, yet licked his lips hungrily. He was ready for this. He craved this. He needed this. Much more than the physical restraints this is what told Kiki that he was hers. She looked Gil over. She didn’t want him on all fours, not yet anyway. Maybe not at all. He was different than the men who begged her to call them pathetic worms or girly sissy-men. Gil was a man, all man and would remain a man. His submission would be even more powerful, because he would not give up being a man. He would retain it, but it would not save him from her power.

Kiki turned around to give him a good view of her entire body. Her ass was small and tight but sufficiently round. Her body was perfection with efficiency. No man would ask for an ounce more or an ounce less anywhere on her frame. Kiki faced him, and pealed down her thong, just over her gentle hips and let them ride.

She grabbed the back of his head and pulled him to her. Her bush was trimmed on the sides, but thick and full. Gil’s handsome face was buried in her dark curly pubic hair. She rubbed his face back and forth as if to cement her position over him. It was sufficiently humiliating to put him firmly in his place.

And now she spread her damp cunt lips ordering him to lick her thoroughly. “You paid for this pussy, get a good taste.” His tongue searched her folds enthusiastically, prompting her to hold tighter to his hair as she neared climax. “You paid to have this pussy lorded over you,” she reminded him again, “Lick your paid for pussy, suck on this cunt till I bathe your face with my sticky come. This is what you wanted right? To be forced to pleasure someone you think is beneath you? Someone who should be serving you instead of demanding your obedience? Don’t you really want to throw me down and show me who’s really boss?”

She could see the struggle inside of him, two opposing parts of his psyche. His hands pulled against his restraints, yet the rest of him remained where he was, servicing her- licking furiously at her cunt, inwardly begging her to come, to free him from this dilemma. His own cock, badly neglected stood straight up from his lap, throbbing with need. Its color had changed to a desperate aching scarlet. Nearly all of the blood in his body must have been gathered there, waiting for the release of his need. But it was not to come.

“Isn’t this what you wanted?” she teased him. “A high priced call girl, but you know I’m really just a whore- like all women. What kind of man would let a woman top him like this? You know you can escape if you want to. Why don’t you escape, Gil? Why don’t you break free and force me to submit to you, like a real man would? You like it don’t you Gil? You want it, don’t you? Admit it Gil, tell me how much you love worshiping at my cunt, how you love being ordered to perform. Admit it Gil, I want to hear you say it.”

Kiki paused now, and Gil answered breathlessly with a mouth full of pussy. “Yes. I love it. I love submitting to your wishes. I don’t want to be free.” Rather than enthusiasm, she found resignation in his voice. He had admitted his need, against his own judgment, but not against his wishes. She had seduced his confession out of him.

Lowering herself to his lap, she put her knees to either side of his lap and turned him with a swivel of her hips. He went willingly when she pushed his hands back and pinned them to the arm of the sofa. Her slick wet sex slid easily over his pounding need, and her mouth covered his, sucking her own juices from his tongue.

“You are mine,” she whispered as she commanded her body over his. And that was all it took to accomplish his release.



Kinky Kodak



Andrea was the all American girl, straight A's all through school, voted "Most Likely to Succeed," and she also happened to be the apple of her father's eye.

Andrea had always been a beautiful girl, always the envy of the neighborhood girls, and always the object of every teenage boy's fantasies. She was built like a sinful brickhouse, already having boasted a C cup by the time she hit 13 years old. Now that she was 18, her tits were spilling over into a D cup, and to no one's surprise, she was getting all sorts of attention.

Her father, Gabe, had raised Andrea from the time his wife, Candace was killed in a car accident, 12 years ago. Although Gabe dated, he never felt the desire to remarry. He focused all his attention on his one and only daughter, and his photography studio. And, now that Andrea was 18 years old and looking forward to college, Gabe now had the time to put more energy into revamping his business.

"Daddy? Senior class pictures are this Friday, but I asked Principal Jackson if I could have you take my pictures and he said that was fine. How's your schedule look for Thursday afternoon?" asked Andrea, fixing her usual morning breakfast of toast and orange juice before heading off to school.

"Ummm, Thursday afternoon is bad, I have three weddings. But, I'll swing by, after work, and pick you up and we can go to the studio Thursday night. How does that sound?" he asked, walking in, behind her, and fixing his morning cup of coffee.

"That's great, Daddy. Whatever works for you," she said, giving him a warm smile and walking towards the front door.

"Andrea, you haven't finished your breakfast yet," he said, pointing to the saucer of toast, and the frosty glass of orange juice.

"Sorry, Daddy, no time today. I've got to get to school early. I need some library time before the first period bell," she answered, grabbing her books and giving her father a soft kiss on his cheek.

Gabe just smiled and went about reading the morning paper. As he read, thoughts of Andrea crept into his mind. He thought back to her first day of school, and how committed she was, even at that young age. And now, here she was, 18 years old, still just as committed, and was on her way to college in a few months. He thought about how proud Candace would have been of Andrea. She had always put so much stock in education, and to be able to see her only daughter doing so well in school, would surely have done her heart good.

As the week passed, Thursday crept up rather quickly. And, true to his word, Gabe dropped by the house and picked up Andrea. Only tonight, Andrea did not look like Andrea. Normally, she opted for the conservative look, usually a basic t-shirt and some jeans. But, tonight, Andrea, was decked out in a skin tight, black tank top and a very revealing skirt, which hiked up her hips when she sat down in the passenger seat.

"That's an interesting choice of wardrobe," remarked Gabe, trying his best to focus on the road, and not on Andrea.

"Yeah, well I figured, Hey, this is my senior year in high school, I'm 18 years old now, why not go for it?" she said, smiling and crossing her legs, oh so seductively.

"I guess you have a point there," he said, taking a left and pulling into the parking lot of his studio.

Once inside, Gabe made sure the front door was securely locked, and instructed Andrea to go into Studio B, the second door on the left.

He excused himself and slipped into his office, quickly shutting the door and unzipping his pants. His cock was rock hard from the sight of Andrea's revealing outfit. He reached into his desk and pulled out a package of condoms, instantly pulling one from the pack and shoving them back under a stack of papers. He took a few minutes to stroke his thick shaft, rubbing the bubble of precum on his cock tip and slightly humping, getting the feeling of fucking. He slid the condom on and zipped his pants back up, turning and exiting the office.

"There you are," chirped Andrea, who by now, was perched up on top of a small pedestal, legs crossed and nipples so hard you could cut glass with them, poking through her tight tank top.

"Yeah, sorry about that, honey," he said, "I had some files I had to put up."

"No problem," she said, climbing down off the pedestal, "Where do you want me to be?"

"Over there's fine," he said, pointing to a wooden chair, "You just need headshots, right?"

"Yeah, basically," she said, taking a seat, and again, crossing her sexy, tan legs.

As Gabe looked thru the lens, he kept the camera pointed upwards, but zoomed in on his daughter's sexy, full tits.

"Ok, honey, smile," he said, clicking picture after picture. 

Andrea moved in all directions, giving her father many poses to choose from, 25 in all. After she felt she had posed all she could, she started to get up. 

Gabe's dick was solid concrete now and he could feel the pre cum oozing from his cock slit, "Sit down, and I'll take just some goofy shots of you."

Andrea giggled and sat back down, straddling the chair and sticking her tongue out at her father. He cracked a smile, and encouraged her to keep posing.

Shot after shot, Gabe's cock screamed a little more. The late night hour was quickly approaching, and Andrea began hinting around to going home.

"Wait, not yet," said Gabe, walking out from behind the camera, "Stand up, Andrea."

She slowly stood up, facing her father, completely naive to the fact that he had a raging hardon now, solely because of her. 

"What, Daddy?" she asked, gazing up into his dark, green eyes.

"You are so beautiful, honey," he whispered, reaching out and taking both of her hands into his, "Daddy's so proud of you."

"Thank you, Daddy," she whispered back, smiling and giving him a kiss.

But, this kiss was not the usual father/daughter kiss. Gabe grabbed his sultry daughter, and wrapped his arms around her, kissing her just as he had kissed her mother all those years.

Funny thing is, Andrea offered no resistance. She wrapped her arms around her father and kissed him back, just as, if not more passionately then he was kissing her. 

Slowly, the father and daughter dropped to their knees, Gabe on top of Andrea, kissing her hard and fondling her sexy tits through her tank top.

His cock pressed into her slit, and she moaned loudly into her father's mouth. 

He broke the kiss and whispered, "Take your clothes off, baby, let Daddy get some dirty pictures of you, something to remember you by once you're in college."

Andrea smiled and slowly stood back up, as Gabe went back behind the camera, this time, with his pants unzipped and halfway falling down already.

She looked directly into the lens and seductively slid her fingers beneath the spaghetti straps of her tank top, pulling them down over her boney shoulders, past her tits and flat stomach, past her hips and down to her ankles. Not surprisingly, she wasn't wearing a bra. 

Gabe's cock almost jumped out of his skin when he saw his daughter's sexy tits. She smiled and giggled seductively as she unzipped her skirt and let it too, fall to her feet. And, there she stood, wearing nothing but a white lace, completely see through thong. Gabe licked his lips and began clicking pictures of his half naked daughter. 

"Do I make you hot, Daddy?" she asked.

"Oh, God yes, honey, Daddy's on fire for you, baby," he answered, clicking picture after picture while Andrea slid off the panties, now completely naked.

She took a step back, kicking her clothes across the room, and sat down in the chair, again straddling it. Gabe groaned as he caught a glimpse of his daughter's hairy pussy. He had always loved the natural look. He loved how his cum used to look like pearls on Candace's pubic hair. 

"Spread your legs, baby," he instructed, unbuttoning his shirt, tossing it over to Andrea's pile of clothes. 

Andrea obeyed and leaned back a bit, planting her feet on the chair and totally opening her pussy all the way up. Gabe slid his pants down, kicking them too, over to the pile of clothes.

"Mmmmm, Daddy, I had no idea your cock was THAT big," said Andrea, as her eyes widened.

"Yeah, well this big fat cock is gonna fuck the shit out of you, babygirl," he said, clicking more pictures of his slutty daughter, "But first, I want more X-rated pics of you, Andrea."

Andrea slid off the chair and back down to the floor, this time getting on all 4's and arching her back, causing her heavy tits to hang down, almost kissing the cold tile floor beneath her. She cupped the left breast, bringing it up to her sexy, cherry red lips. Gabe kept clicking the camera as his daughter sucked her own nipple. He couldn't refrain from jacking off. His wife had never done anything like that. Kinky wasn't in her vocabulary. She loved straight, vanilla sex, no surprises, no changes. Gabe never made a fuss though, after all, Candace did have an amazing sex drive, just not an amazing imagination. But, it was clear to Gabe, that whatever Candace had been lacking, their daughter was more then willing to make up for.

Andrea reached behind her naked ass, spreading her cheeks wide open as the flash bulb kept popping away. She closed her eyes and licked her lips, moaning in a slutty, low growl. She bit her bottom lip as two fingers slithered deep into her dry asshole. 

Gabe was speechless. Where had his daughter learned all this? He realized that wondering would only kill the mood, so, with a deep sigh, he came out from behind the camera and quietly got down on his knees, placing his hands on his daughter's slender hips and slowly guiding his cock tip just inside her pussy. 

She arched her back more and slowly pushed backwords, right into him, urging his cock to slip inside her. Little did she know, but Gabe had placed the camera on auto take, thus allowing him to continue clicking pictures without even having to be right there behind the camera. He felt the heat from his daughter's drooling pussy, and the urge to fuck the living hell out of her was becoming too much for him to bare. 

He sunk his fingertips into her flesh and began pushing forward, cramming his thick, 8 inch dick, deep into his daughter's slutty pussy. His ass muscles clenched and his heart began pounding. His breaths became quick and labored as he began thrusting, digging his cock, balls deep, into his beloved Daddy's girl, Andrea.

"That feel good, baby?" he asked, breathlessly.

"Oh, God yes, Daddy, so fucking good, don't stop," she groaned, pushing back towards him a bit harder now. 

Gabe felt his daughter's pussy clench, then release, only serving to tease his cock that much more. 

Suddenly, Andrea leaned forward and quickly slid her father's cock from inside her. 

She stood up and went back over to the chair, grabbing the high back and thrusting her sexy ass out, "Fuck me, Daddy."

Gabe's heart pounded faster as he rose to his feet, quickly making his way over to his naked, aching daughter. He again, placed his hands on her hips and took his position back inside her. 

Andrea groaned and gripped the old wooden chair with a death grip, going so far as to cause her fingertips to go cold, from lack of blood flow.

"Oh, God, baby, lean forward further," hissed Gabe, gripping his daughter's hips tighter and thrusting deeper inside her. 

His heavy, warm balls slapped the back of her legs as his cock became more and more lubed with Andrea's cunt juices. She groaned, deep and throaty, feeling her stomach begin to tighten up. Her nipples became so hard they actually ached. Her pussy was now wide open and more then willing to accept the massive girth of her father's dick. She bared down and clamped her seductive cunt walls around the swollen veins in Gabe's shaft, sending tingles throughout his balls and entire body. 

He grunted and groaned, chanting his daughter's name over and over. He leaned forward, cupping her tits and rolling her nipples with his fingers. 

"Oh, fuck, you're such a hot little fucktoy, baby," he whispered, fondling his daughter's tits tightly.

"Oh, God, Daddy, I wanna be your little fucktoy forever," she hissed, feeling her orgasm creeping up on her. 

"You will, baby, I'll make sure you stay Daddy's little fucktoy," he answered.

"Even if I get married, Daddy, I'll still sneak over and let you fuck me behind my husband's back," she groaned, gripping the chair tightly.

"I'll make you, baby," he whispered, thrusting into her with force now. 

Gabe's balls began to tighten and he could feel the cum rising up in his cock. He was about to cum any minute. He was thankful he had taken those few minutes to put that condom on in his office. 

"Daddy!!!! Daddy!!!!" chanted Andrea, rocking her hips and slamming backwards into her father.

"Come on, baby, cum for Daddy," urged Gabe, slamming into her sloppy wet cunt, "Daddy's gonna cum for you, Andrea!!"

"Oh, God, DADDDYYYYYYYY!!!!" she screamed, throwing her head back and letting her eyes roll into her skull. Her orgasm had hit her like a runaway train.

Andrea struggled to keep herself up as Gabe reached around, placing his arm around her stomach, helping to support her, while his cock pistoned in and out, forcefully bottoming out and kissing her womb with his cock tip.

"Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!!!!!!!!!!" he screamed, thrusting one more time and violently exploding, releasing a boat load of cum into the condom.

He grabbed his daughter's shoulders, pulling hard against her as he jammed his cock all the way inside her, stuffing her cunt full of dick. 

"OHHHHH!!!!! OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!" she groaned, as a second orgasm slammed into her. 

Andrea's mouth fell open and her legs almost folded beneath her. Her pussy was so wet, each time Gabe thrusted in and out, they both heard loud, sloshing noises, only serving to heighten her father's eventual climax. 

As the camera continued clicking away, Gabe slowly slid his spent cock from his exhausted daughter. He leaned down and kissed her sweaty, naked shoulders. 

Andrea took a long, deep breath and slowly stood upright. She had experienced orgasms before, but none had ever left feeling so tired, yet so completely satisfied. She wet her lips and fixed her hair, turning around to face Gabe, watching him slide the cum filled condom from his shaft and toss it into the garbage can. 

A wicked smile came across the vixen's face. She walked towards the can and leaned over, retrieving the used condom, as Gabe watched.

Andrea locked her eyes on her father and opened her mouth, letting her tongue fall out like the red carpet on Oscar night. 

Gabe watched intently as his daughter emptied the condom onto her sexy, wet tongue. He couldn't believe how sexy she was, and thank God, he thought to himself, the camera is catching all this, as well.

After she was finished, Andrea tossed the useless piece of rubber back into the garbage can and walked over to her father, grabbing his face and kissing him hard, slowly transferring a small pool of cum from her mouth, to his. 

Gabe had never tasted his own cum, much to his surprise, he enjoyed it. It was warm with a unique taste, sort of salty, but absolutely delicious.

He rubbed his daughter's tits as they kissed. Andrea thanked her father for such a hot photo session, joking with him that they should pick a picture to put on their Christmas cards.

Gabe laughed and lightly popped his daughter's ass. 

They both got dressed again and headed home, but only after Gabe took the film out of the camera.

The months passed, and Andrea did leave home and go to college. Her dorm room wall is covered with various pics of she and her father fucking like wild animals, even a couple of her drinking the condom cocktail, those were her favorites.

As for Gabe, he is dating again, but not who you might think. Gabe's new love interest is named Kenny. Seems that Gabe ended up loving the taste of cum so much, he figured the next logical step was for him to find a sex partner that would allow him to drink cum. Kenny more then filled this bill, and more. They spent many nights fucking and giving each other blowjobs. Every now and then, Andrea joins in, sometimes jacking both men off and allowing them both to give her a cum shower. 

But, for the most part, she spends her time studying and giving whatever professor needs an incentive to give her a good grade, a blowjob, sometimes letting them bend her over and fuck her up the ass so that she may keep that all important straight A average.

Andrea knows her mother would not approve of this, but, in the words of Andrea herself ..... "Hey, this is my senior year in high school, I'm 18 years old now, why not go for it?" 



Kinky Kringles



Mascara caked Kandy's pale cheeks from the tears she'd cried, the soft globes of her bottom toasty warm and exposed to the cool night air. Struggling to breathe, she was bounced along over a broad shoulder. One large hand possessively held her over the broad shoulder of Kris, her boss, as he returned to the sleigh she'd vacated. Abruptly she was tossed onto the seat. Whimpering, she tried to scoot away, only to be stopped by a hard grip on the ankle.

"Now, now." Kris drawled, low and dangerous. "I would think that that little spanking you just received would have taught you not to run from me, or do you need another lesson in what happens to naughty girls?"

Fearfully, Kandy stilled but kept her wide eyes fixed on Kris, like a mouse would watch a snake. Gone was the childhood icon that children grew up and believed in. In its place was a strong, hard muscled man, with eyes that burned in desire. Rumor had it that his father was a dwarf, and from the breadth of his chest, and the strength of his arms, Kandy believed it.

"But, Mistress Kringle . . . " she began, desperately, mind searching frantically for a way out of this mess.

Kris laughed, the traditional 'HO HO HO' suddenly sinister in her ears. "Kat chose you out for me, herself." he explained with a grin. "She always chooses my 'little helpers'. As a matter of fact, as we speak, Kat is tying up your little friend Silver for a little holiday fun of her own."

Kandy got even paler at the thought of what was being done to her childhood friend, Silver, but all thought of Silver left her mind, as she saw what was in Kris' hands.

"Thank you for giving me the time to pull out my toys." Kris smirked, dangling a manacle up for her to see. Immediately, Kandy resumed her struggles to get away, but Kris' hold on her tiny ankle was unbreakable, and before she knew it her left ankle was attached to D ring that had been hiding beneath the plush cushions in his sleigh. While she struggled against the unforgiving leather of her cuff, Kris pressed a switch on the side of the seat, and pushed the back of the seat until it was laid flat, making a bed-like area. Then he grabbed her other flailing leg, expertly dodging her kids, and attached it, too.

"Please, don't do this." Kandy begged Kris, as he moved to cover her body with his.

"You'll thank me in the morning." Kris whispered huskily before his mouth covered hers. Futilely Kandy pushed on his shoulders, desperate to break the kiss. Everyone knew the power of a kiss; Kris' magic could overcome hers. If he did that often enough she would become a slave to the power of his aura, she would do anything to feel it. Already she could feel his greater magic pressing into hers, making her pussy moisten and her nipples tighten with desire. Kris kept forcing his kiss on her, until she kissed him back, signaling that his magic had taken brief control of her body. But brief control was all he needed. While Kandy whimpered and writhed, her long fingered hands threaded through the long silver of his hair, he picked up the other manacles lying on the floor of the sleigh. Expertly he secured her hands to the other corners of the self made bed, then sat back to enjoy the site of his fiery helper, spread eagle in his sleigh.

"Oh, darlin'." he drawled. "My wife sure knows hot to pick the hotties." Kandy closed her eyes, dazed, and panted under the weight of his magic. Restlessly she writhed, trying to find something to rub her aching body against.

"Kris?" she gasped, full breasts heaving beneath the bodice of the tiny dress that was uniform for his 'helpers'.

"No, my sweet." Kris whispered, smoothing a hand up her long, smooth leg. He'd stripped off her tights earlier for her discipline. "From now on you refer to me as Master."

Kandy struggled to fight the pull of Kris' spell for a moment, then succumbed with a sigh. "Master?" she whispered.

"Good girl." Kris crooned, brushing her glossy, black hair off of her face, then dropped them to the large green buttons on her red dress. "Do you want something?"

"I want . . ." Kandy groaned, her voice trailing off in confusion, her train of thought derailed by the exquisite feelings racing through her. Kris finished baring her and smiled in delight at the pretty picture she presented. She was typical of elf-kind in her height and body type. Her ripe, pink tipped breasts were just enough to fill a hand, then narrowed down to a tiny waste and flat abdomen. The gentle flare of her hips framed her pretty pussy. Her legs were spread tightly enough that the full lips of her sex were slightly parted, and you could see the dewy pink interior. Despite her Goth exterior she was definitely pretty in pink.

Teasingly Kris trailed a finger down her shoulder, to the tight little nipples. "You want?" he prompted, his finger drawing invisibly circles as he waited for her reply.

Panting, Kandy arched her back, desperate for more direct contact. His words came to her as if from far away and she struggled to comprehend them. After a few frustrating seconds of his teasing she forced her brain to respond to his question.

"Touch me!" she whined. "Please, Master!"

Kris smirked, cupped the fullness of her breast. "Is that anyway to talk to your Master?" he said, warningly. Idly, his thumb moved to brush over her tight nipple.

"I'm sorry, Master." Kandy sobbed. "Please, touch me. Please, please, please."

Enjoying the sound of her pleas, Kris toyed with her for a few minutes before granting her the harder contact she craved. With his index finger and thumb he delicately pinched her nipple, and then steadily increased pressure, until she gasped and whined a bit in her throat. His other hand traveled down the dip of her waist to the smoothness of her pussy. He'd been pleasantly surprised at the lack of hair on her pussy when he'd bared her for her spanking. Casually he dipped a finger in her pussy, swirling the moisture he found there upward to her hard little jewel.

Kandy's body jerked and she cried out wordlessly. "Ooooooooooh!"

Kris' finger circled her clit, alternating rhythms, enjoying her cries and struggles to get firmer contact. Finally, he pinched her clit hard enough to send her over the edge.

"Oh!" Kandy exclaimed as she flew over the edge. After what seemed forever she sagged in her bonds, exhausted in the aftermath of her orgasm.

Grinning evilly, Kris stood. He didn't have time to fuck her, not yet. It was time to get moving, there were lots of presents left to deliver, but first he needed to ensure that she wouldn't escape when he was down the chimney. Scooping up a length of rope he'd left on the floor, he expertly maneuvered her lax body, pressing rope under her and tying hard knots in sensitive places. When he was done there was a line above and below her breasts, holding them out, as if for his inspection. Casually he leaned over and licked one of her pouting nipples. Then the rope looped prettily over her tummy several times, and had a line of rope went between the lips of her pussy, a knot directly on her clit. He had placed a special toy of his in her pussy before tightening the rope there. Then he slipped her dress back on, and buttoned it up. To the casual observer, no one would know how tightly she was bound, tight enough to make her aware of the rope at all times. Once she was safely dressed, he released her from her cuffs, and returned the seat to its upright position. Kandy was still limp, just beginning to return to her awareness.

"Now that you're alert enough to understand what I have to say, we need to have a quick conversation about your bounds. The rope I used to tie you is magically charged. First, only I can remove it; and second it's got a sexual charge. As long as you've got it on, you won't escape my magic - no matter how far away I am from you." Kris explained, knowing by the slight panic showing in her eyes that she understood his words. "Also, my pretty little toy in your pussy? If you try to leave the sleigh it will grow. And it will continue to grow until you return to the sleigh, but it will not get smaller. Remember that, my sweet, when you consider escaping. A little fullness is pleasurable, a lot is painful." Kris gently caressed her cheek. "And I will be very angry if my new toy is damaged this early in the game."

Taking a brief moment to adjust his hard cock in his pants, Kris shrugged back on his coat, and picked up the reins. "On, Dasher, on Dancer! On Prancer, on Vixen! On Comet, on Cupid! On Donner and Blitzen." he roared, cracking his whip.

***

Sated and stunned, Kandy sat limply next to Kris, who was expertly handling the reins, leading the sleigh from house to house. While he was in the first house, she had worked up the courage to see if he was telling the truth about the dildo in her, and discovered he was. The rapidly growing toy had sent her scurrying back to the sleigh, breast bouncing, cheeks red. Somehow Kris knew when he returned, but he simply chuckled and refused to reduce it to its original size. Now, with every movement of her body, ever jerk of the sleigh, it rubbed seductively against the sensitive walls of her pussy. Combined with the knot pressing on her clit, she was already a mass of quivering nerves. Kandy fought not to wriggle against the knot. She refused to give Kris the satisfaction of seeing how well his devilish toys had worked. 

THUMP! The sleigh landed, and Kandy let out a little whimper, and breathed a bit deeper. 

"This is the last house in Sweden." Kris boomed, jumping out of the sleigh and grabbing his bag. "Then we'll take another break, and see what we can do to satisfy that greedy little cunt of yours." he smirked. His cock was near to bursting, he had to bend her over and relieve himself soon.

Moments later, although it seemed an eternity to Kandy, Kris was back and jumping in the sleigh. With a flick of the reigns, they glided from the roof and up in the sky. Obviously Kris knew the area, because within moments he sat them down in a grove of trees. Tossing her an evil grin, Kris hopped out of the sleigh, then shuffled around under the seat to where a secret compartment lay. Kandy breathlessly moaned, but knew there was nothing she could do. The only way to escape was to leave the sleigh, and she wasn't sure how much more stretching she could take. 

Kandy shrank into a corner of the seat when Kris pulled out a crop and the shackles from earlier. Effortlessly, Kris positioned over the back of the seat, her naked bottom peeking out from under her the tiny skirt of her uniform. She struggled, but with his greater size and strength, he had her hands cuffed to another set of D rings in the floor, and her legs spread wide, reattached to the rings in the corner of the seat. All this movement had been too much for her and with a wail she orgasmed, small tears of humiliation dripping down her cheek.

"I was wondering how much longer you could hold out." Kris laughed, then began to untie the intricately tied rope.

The dildo slipped from her well lubricated pussy easily, sliding to the seat with a thump. Casually, Kris slipped a hand down to gently play with her clit, two large fingers sliding deep into her. Moaning throatily, Kandy threw back her head and panted, greedy for cold fresh air. His other hand smoothed over her bottom, rubbing firmly, warming up her bottom. 

CRACK Kandy jerked at the sharp slap from his hand, her tight pussy grasping his fingers in surprise. 

CRACK Wordlessly, Kandy cried out as he smacked her other cheek. It should hurt, and it did, but it also felt so good. Kandy had only a moment to marvel at this wonderful combination of pain and pleasure before his hand landed again.

CRACK CRACK CRACK Now Kris was spanking quickly, giving her no time to think or wonder as he alternated between cheeks, his hand never hitting the same spot. Kandy stopped crying out with each smack and breathlessly rode the wave. After a moment, he stopped. Kandy hung limply over the back of the seat, dazed, unaware of anything but the rich leather that was pressed to her skin and the cold air as it caressed her heated ass.

SNAP Something altogether different hit her, and her head jerked to see what it was. It was the crop he'd pulled out, and it hurt in an entirely different way, bringing her briefly back to awareness. Kris' hand rubbed the spot where he'd hit, taking the sting out, the SNAP he hit her again. Kris also rubbed that spot and all the spots after it, until her bottom was a bright glowing red and she was silent and limp, riding the wave of contentment and peace that the Kris, and the crop, had brought her. 

She barely noticed Kris climbing up behind her, but she felt something large - larger than the dildo - push against her soaking wet cunt. Even in the glow of her endorphin rush, Kandy felt a moment's apprehension but then he was filling her, his cock pushing against her cervix. Instantly erupting, Kandy screamed out her pleasure, back arching and head thrown black. Kris grunted, and grabbed a handful of hair, pulling her as far as her bounds would allow. He slid his other hand around to cup a breast, roughly pinching a nipple. Kris began to slam powerfully into her, strengthening and increasing her orgasm until it became nearly unbearable.

"Please!" she sobbed, not sure if she was pleading for him to stop or continue. "Please!"

Then Kris suddenly stopped moving; pulling her head back until the metal of her shackles bit into her hands. Then he moaned, low and sexily, and released her head. Bonelessly Kandy fell back over the seat. After a moment Kris climbed out of the sleigh, then moved around to the back so she could see him. He'd only unbuttoned his pants enough to allow his cock free, and her eyes widened at the sight of it. That had been in her? Obviously he'd gotten his girth from the dwarf side of his genealogy, Kandy marveled, but then that large cock was pressing against her lips. 

"Clean me off." Kris demanded. Kandy obeyed the warning in his voice, and opened her mouth to suck the softening tool into it. Kris sighed, and closed his eyes, hands coming out to grab her hair and guide her movements. "Eventually you'll learn to take all of me, slut," he offhandedly said, "but at this point you have exceeded my wildest expectations, so we'll work on that later." 

Kris' cock hardened again in her mouth, so Kandy kept sucking and licking until he pulled it from her mouth with a pop. "As much as I'd like to finish that," he drawled, "We're far from finished tonight."

Kris climbed back into the front seat, and picked back up the rope that had been dropped on the seat. Quickly he had her retied her, and the toy returned to the depths of her pussy, the same size as when it had been removed. Kris released her, then considered her clothes, tucking everything in the small compartment in the floor.

"I want you accessible." he explained, "I guess you better just keep that lap blanket up." Then he shut the door, and it disappeared! Kris slapped the reigns against the reindeer and then slid his arm around her waist, one large hand cupping her breast possessively.

Exhausted, Kandy found herself snuggling under Kris' strong arm and dozing. Kris' hand soothingly stroked her breast, and the sensitive skin of her waist, allowing her a brief rest. After a bit of time - hours in Kringle time, but just moments in mortal time - Kris' hands drifted lower, pulling suggestively at the rope that threaded between her labia. Kandy woke with a jerk and a moan. 

"Kr . . Master?" she corrected herself.

"Time to wake up and entertain me." Kris drawled, pulling harder on her rope. Kandy moaned as the tugs of her rope pushed Kris' toy in further, bumping against her cervix. The knot pushed on her overly stimulated clitoris, and she reached down to touch the rope, forgetting his warning. Instantly she could feel the ropes tighten, so that the knot was pushing insistently against her. Kris just chuckled and let go of her rope.

"We don't have the time to stop and entertain ourselves, but that doesn't mean we can't find something for you to do." Kris grinned. Grabbing a handful of Kandy's hair, he pushed her down to the floor. The blankets fell with her, baring her to the cold night air. Kandy shivered and her nipples puckered further. "I'm sure you can guess what I want you to do." Kris laughed, on hand keeping a tight hold on her glossy black hair. 

Kandy sent him a pleading glance. "Please, Master. I'm cold."

"Then you better hurry up." Kris said, unconcerned. It wasn't like the cold could kill her, immortal as she was. Fingers trembling, Kandy undid Kris' pants, baring his impressive cock. Her eyes widened, still amazed at his size. Tentatively she licked the tip, and looked up for approval. Kris just nodded at her, then returned his attention to driving the reindeer. Kandy licked at the top of his cock some more, then down the sides. Kris' hand tightened in her hair, her only sign of approval. Carefully, Kandy sucked him into her mouth, her mouth stretched tight around him. She took him down to the back of her throat and backed off. One small hand came around to hold the bottom of his cock, and the other cupped his balls. Kris groaned a little in his throat, and rocked his hips, pulling her back down on him. Once again he hit the back of her throat, and held her there. Kandy made a sound of panic, and struggled, afraid.

"Swallow." Kris demanded, looking down for a moment. Kandy fought briefly, breathing heavily through her nose, but when it became obvious he wouldn't be letting her go she swallowed, then gagged. Kris sighed in aggravation. "You have to relax AND swallow." he explained.

Kandy made another noise, deep in her throat, a brief sound of protest. Impatient, Kris pulled on her hair, pushing firmly at the back of her throat. "Swallow it or this is really going to hurt." he warned.

Hands fluttering fearfully, Kandy swallowed again, this time managing to allow him entrance to her throat. 

"Aaah, like that." Kris sighed, relaxing his hold on her hair. Kandy pulled back and gasped for air, then Kris pulled her back down. This time it was easier for her to swallow him. "SUCK!" Kris commanded. "Suck AND swallow!" Instinct kicked in, and Kandy sucked on him, her tongue caressing the underside of his cock. Kris sighed, and released her hair, allowing her free reign. Obediently, Kandy bobbed her head up and down, taking his cock into her throat with each downward bob. Unconsciously her hips began to rock, rubbing against the knot teasing her clit. Little sighs and moans where all the noises she was making as pleasured her master. Suddenly his hand was back on her hair, pulling her up and down sharply until his cum spurted deep in mouth and down her throat. Frantically, Kandy swallowed, her throat muscles caressing him. After a moment, he released her with a loud groan, and she was able to pull off of him, gasping. His cock lay soft against his leg. Carefully she tucked him in, and refastened his pants.

"Not bad." Kris said after a moment. "Now I suppose you want to cum, too?" Kandy's cheeks stained red at the question, even as her hips continued to rock. "Get on the seat next to me, and spread your legs." he demanded.

Embarrassed, but eager, Kandy returned to her spot next to him. Cheeks blooming with heat, she shyly spread her legs in invitation. Kris glanced down briefly at the pretty site, then his hand descended between her legs to begin rubbing her wet clit under the rope. Instantly forgetting her shame, Kandy spread her legs further and arched her back with a moan. Within moments she was crying out her pleasure, body jerking with each wave of sensation, then she collapsed limply against the seat. Casually, Kris returned her blanket to her, then settled his arm around her again. 

"Look, there's North America." he said, pointing to some distant lights. Kandy opened her eyes. Maine was their last stop, then they were supposed to return to The North Pole.