3 comments/ 12915 views/ 0 favorites His Kitty-Senpai Ch. 01 By: Kitty_Senpai She relaxed behind her desk at her boss' house, as he let out the frustrated groan threw the phone receiver. "Yes, magnum-sama?" she whispered, her boss' wife and kids were in and out of the room constantly, and she was working over time, so she was allowed the convenience of the phone conversation without interruption. "I know what we agreed to, but i need you tonight, kitten." he all but growled this into the phone, Kitten checked her watch, it was minutes to seven, she might be able to make it to town in time, but her roommates were both home, there would be no peace there. Then and there she made up her mind, she would allow her master the pleasure of seeing her that night. knowing full well, seeing was the minor event, the big show would be much more intense. Kitty was like that, headstrong, arrogant, but a good kitty none the less, she really did love her master, and pleasing him was always on her mind, but what fun was it, without the mischievous stubbornness that he was drawn to in her? He named her aptly, for the fact that she was more feline than any other female he had known, and for the fact that she was older than him, which didn't affect their relationship in the least. She lived to please him. "How long will i have to wait Magnum-sama?" she asked as she shut down the computer, her pussy was already throbbing as if he was there manipulating her in the way only he knew how. "When have you ever had to wait on me, Kitty?" She blinked quickly realizing her mistake, too late. "You will be punished for that comment Kitty." She bit her lip and mentally slapped herself, she was still sore from the last weekends punishment for being stubborn, now she was just short of being insolent. This did not sit well. "Is it too late to beg forgiveness?" He laughed silently at her tenacity, he could see the sheepish half grin on her lips, he wanted to taste her so bad, but, her behavior really was appalling. Instead of answering he hung up. On the half hour bus trip to town, she mused silently to herself, not paying any attention to the men on the bus. Who on the other hand were paying more than regular attention to her. Her cleavage was dangerously low since she left work, and the bra was accentuating her already full bosom to the maximum, the tribal tattoo that adorned her chest was artfully placed and drew the eye, she had become so accustomed to the persistent stares from lusting men, it had little effect on Kitty. Her eyes were for her Magnum only. He was her dark Adonis. Taller than she was, even at her full six foot height, he was solidly built, and extremely well proportioned, his legs were beautifully carved but it was his torso that drove women wild. His back was broad and chiseled, waist as narrow as a swimmer's and chest broad, and solid. He did not have the "Steroid King" look, but he did have the look of an athletic God. For Kitten, he knew it didn't matter. She was taken by his eye's. Dark brown and earnest. He hid nothing from her in their almond shaped depths. She was mesmerized from the first meeting with him, he had not intended to use them to gain her trust so quickly, but later he found out that the honesty in them had gained him a loving, loyal and very feisty pet. Kitty on the other hand, was a full woman. Her body had left puberty like a boy, hard and lean. As she became a woman, the leanness gave way to curves, the hardness gave away to femininity that drove men insane. Still she was stronger than any other woman, thighs solid and long, supporting the most bubblicious ass he had ever had the pleasure of spanking. It was as firm as it was round, it was not small, after all she was Caribbean, the muscles in her ass were worked from early childhood with much tree climbing and hiking, she had the proud ass of an African woman. He had found his most desired wants in her, full breasts that stood as proud as she did. Not too big that they toppled her frame, not to small to make her look juvenile. But perfectly matched to the breadth of her hips. Her skin, was the color of honey and cocoa. The golden color of honey, with the warm brown tone of cocoa. Her eyes were a similar color setting off her expressive face perfectly. Kitty was the most animated creature he had ever met. Her laughter reached from her lips to the ends of her hair, when she pleaded it actually wrenched at his heart. But tonight, she would beg, her insolence from before could not go unpunished. She was about four kilometers out of town when her cellphone vibrated in her top pocket. The personalized ring tone was that of none other than Magnum-sama himself. She answered hastily and politely, he was already in town waiting on her, and instructed her to get off out by the guest house they were accustomed to going to when neither of their houses were free. Kitty. aware that she was already on thin ice, answered him,in the most polite manner she could muster without sounding fake, she would be there within five minutes. The guest room had not been opened for the month, and the tell tale lingering scent of his cologne was proof of it. Kitty arrived there before he did, and instantly began her ritual. Close the windows, draw the shades, turn on the air conditioner, and begin to undress, she peeled off each layer of clothing artfully, allowing them to drop where they were before she stepped into the large bathtub and turning the hat water on full blast. As usual, he had left her a bottle of vanilla bath gel, a favorite of theirs, as it accentuated her natural scent and added to his natural musky one. She had intended to take a long shower, the office was lingering on her, and she wanted to scrub it away, but his hand cupping her breast as he slid silently behind her in the shower told her this would not happen how she expected it to. "Kitty," he whispered into the nape of her neck, "God. I've missed you, woman!" he uttered this with one hand on her soapy erect nipple, and the fingers of the other stroking her clitoris, obediently she parted her legs and allowed him to go pass her outer lips and down to the beautiful velvet smooth entrance to his pleasure. Already she could feel him rising, as his cock nestled in the cradle of her ass cheeks with the sheer weight of his 9 inches parting her ever so slightly. Almost reluctantly, he bathed her, turning her and rinsing the soap away, her eyes were lowered to his chest as she faced him, and he made no issue of this. She had to be punished, so he knew to expect almost angelic behavior before he began. "Magnum-sama, may i..." as he held his arms open with her towel so he could dry her, she was going to ask him if she could dry herself, giving him time to light the candles as he usual did. But the expression in his eyes, told her that would not happen and she cut the question short lest she anger him. "On the bed, my favorite position, Kitty." he instructed quietly. The protest passed her throat before she could stop it, the small mew escaped her lips. Almost instantly he glowered at her and whispered in the deadly voice she knew too well. "Face down, Kitty." as long as he had assumed that tone she knew it was useless to fight. he was finished speaking. Without another word she kneeled at the side of the bed and used her hands and knees to get unto it. Before she had positioned herself comfortably, he was on her, his grip on the back of her neck was crucial. She whimpered as he spread her knees and lodged himself between them. "You've just come out of the bath, kitty sempai," His breath was a little more than a ragged hiss "Why can i smell your pussy at this distance?" With that he slid his middle finger from his free hand into her tight hot wetness, and brought it back to his lips. This was one of the reasons she had come to trust this man. He knew her body as well as she knew it herself. By taste and texture he knew what stage of arousal she was at. As he leaned into the arm that held her head down on the bed, he knew it was driving her insane with lust. *S M A C K*!!! She writhed with the first lash, but he had her in a steel grip, not allowing her to move much more than her ass. "Stop moving or I'll tie you." There was no intonation of his speech, it was a simple statement, much like "the sun is yellow, the grass is green." She stayed put for the next four blows, then he switched to back hand slaps. After five of those she was sobbing into the pillow, and he had no need to apply pressure in holding her down. Her strength was drained. Magnum-sama honestly felt his heart go to her as he rolled her over gently and saw her eyes red with the silent tears, with her stubborn pride she had refused the safe word, again. "Baby," he whispered drawing her into his arms "why didn t you stop me from hurting you?" "You are my master, if i do something naughty, it is your duty to punish me," she whispered into his chest as he stroked her hair. "As your master, I'm going to reward you for being such a strong kitty," in a flash he had her laid back on the pillows, he paused for a moment. "How many?" He asked leaving a trail of kisses nipple to nipple to navel to pelvis. "Oh God..." "How Many, Kitty?" "Four?" "Only four, are you sure?" Before she could answer, his warm mouth enveloped her clitoris. Her legs locked around his head as he began the assault on her nether lips. In a short space of time he had become a master of her body as well as her mind. His tongue flicked and arched in all the right directions until she was swollen and throbbing. Her palms were pushing him away, but her thighs held him fast, this always made him smile, He used one hand to spread her lips, giving him more room to lick and suck. The fingers of the free hand found themselves pinching and twisting her dark and stiff nipples. Within five minutes, he felt her thighs tighten their grip around his ears, and her body shot up rigidly, instead of letting her go, he allowed her to push off into an almost up right position, with the only part of her body touching the bed being her shoulders and head. Her own hands now gripped the sheets for some semblance of control. the orgasm ripped thru her body causing her to push her own milky oil out of her pussy unto his lips. As the sensation passed, he relaxed the vacuum suction on her clitoris, and smiled at her face. She was flushed pink with the exertion of cumming. "Only three more to go," he grinned as he slid a finger into her still pulsing pussy. His Kitty-Senpai Ch. 02 I stared at her for all of five minutes as she walked past me. Alexandria Carter. The most beautiful woman I had ever seen, aside from myself of course. She was working in the food court of the mall, and Josh and I just happened to be in the mall that Saturday to catch a movie for the first time in months. He was sitting to my left devouring his all chicken roti. I took my eyes away from her petite four foot frame long enough to admire him wolfing down the curry dish wrapped in a slim pancake like skin. I loved to watch him eat, however I really enjoyed watching him eat my cooking, or rather watching him eat me. "Kitty," he wiped his mouth with the large tissue and followed my eyes to their previous object of lust. "You've sat there for the last ten minutes staring at her, why don't you just invite her to join us?" His eyes were twinkling with that boyish mischief that I couldn't resist, even though I knew it was a pre-requisite for trouble. "She's working Josh," I tried to cover my glee at his suggestion with a very mock protest "besides, I've never seen her with a woman before. Not how I want her." "Who said anything about you?" Oh, it wasn't mischief anymore. It was flat out wickedness. He was issuing an instruction to me, and there was no way I would have gotten out of this one. Nope, not this time. "Do you want her?" I ask adjusting my legs so that they crossed and the right one was brushing his knee under the table. I leaned my head to aside arching the left eyebrow knowing full well he knew what this sign was. My total submission to his will for the moment. "I want her, and more than that," His right hand found its way under the table and slid up my leg leaving a flaming cold trail as the air conditioning hit my heated skin "I can see you want her, and whether she's ever been with a woman or not, I intend to give her to you." He slid his fingers across my lap, the jeans skirt broke the skin to skin contact, but it was too late, my body was responding to his touch and the way his eyes lazily detached themselves from my own to wander across the luncheon area of the mall, seeking out the dark skinned object of both our affections, I knew he knew about the gentle spasms radiating from my core. "Besides, seeing you with another woman is my second biggest fantasy." He added pushing my leg off his; somehow it had worked its way, all on its own of course, up into his lap, where he was massaging my muscles unconsciously. My body had a habit of acting on its own accord around Mr. Steele, honestly. He stood and stretched, I couldn't help admire him like if I was seeing him for the first time. His muscles twisted and bunched like a jaguar under the light green t-shirt he was wearing, he had asked me to pick some shirts for him that would actually reveal his physique instead of hiding it as the modern styles did. I had to admit I did a damn good job. The shirt conformed around his chest and shoulders in a way that made women stop and stare at him the way men look at ample bosoms under silk shirts. His dark skin did wonders for the colour, which on a lighter complexion would have looked girly. As he twisted and turned, the shirt pulled up past the belt line of his baggy cargo shorts, revealing the dark ripples of his abs. The smile played at the corner of my lips as I observed a group of school girls sitting at a table close to ours begin to pay attention. He wasn't the most handsome man in that place right then. But he was the one who gave off the animal scent of a predator that just sighted its next meal. He alone gave of the raw aura of sex. He wasn't vulgar, he was just plain sexy. The way his almond shaped eyes were slit as he looked at the table of young girls, the way his top lip curled into a slight sneer as he began his easiest, most enticing smile barely showing his dimples, even the way he reached out his hand to assist me in getting up, even though he knew damn well I was fully capable of doing it myself. That was Joshua. No he wasn't the most handsome man, but he was the most blatantly sexy son of a bitch within a three mile radius. He was what sex should be when you've become aware of more than just stroke, stroke, stroke. He was Cupid with a pitch fork at a nuns' convention. I could smell the change in the air around him as he looked back at Alexandria again. He was in a hunting mood, and I knew exactly what he was hunting. "Kitty, go get the tickets. Choose the latest show, please." He paused before adding "and take off your underwear, I want my Kitty free." He hugged me lazily allowing his hand to stay a little too long on my left breast before completing the embrace. I had chosen to wear the gold and black corset top I knew he loved. He found it irresistible, mainly because of my complexion and the way gold colours seem to melt into my skin, he often spoke of my skin being molasses and milk, with an infusion of gold to keep it shimmering. "Where are you going?" I asked leaning my face into his, almost everyone in the food court was concentrating on us now; it was as if the heat between our bodies was releasing pheromones. I could smell his desire, and I knew he tasted mine. "Kitty-Senpai!" he let the nickname out with some aggression, twisting me away from him before I could nibble on his lip. "Go do as I asked, and stop giving me lip!" with this he playfully slapped me on the ass and spun me once more towards the exit door to the multiplex cinema car park. As I walked away from him I caught the stares of the young girls at the table as they tried to figure out if they had just seen a man slap a woman on the ass like if she was his child. As I passed their table I simply let loose my most dazzling broad toothed grin. "Don't worry girls. He's already taken, but, I'm sure you'll find some other wimps to slap you around." It was said loud enough for them to hear, and I saw the bewildered looks turn to pure jealousy. My grin grew even brighter as my cheeks tugged my lips to my ears. Very few women would ever have what I have with him. Even now, years down the line. But that's a story for another time. It took me fifteen minutes in the lines of the box office to obtain tickets for the last show, which was always empty, and always a drama. Tonight it was Sandra Bullock in 'Premonition'. Somehow I knew it was chosen for one particular reason. As I wandered back into the mall I remembered I had to pick up my collar from the jewelry store. I looked around for Josh but I didn't see him, it was almost nine o'clock, the jewelers would be shut soon. I had waited too long for this collar. I wanted to wear it with pride for him. I fingered the silver collar gently as the young man at the counter in the jewelers fell over himself trying to capture my attention more than giving me back my change from the three hundred dollar notes I had given him for the work of art I was inspecting. It was a delicate thing, made to look like a choker but of delicate craftwork that only my best friend from school would have taken the time to mold for me. After all, I was her first love. Yes, I thought as I touched the jeweled handcuffs on a solid silver coin-like pendant that dangled from the centre of it, Taria had done wonders for me yet again. The engraved letters on the back of the pendant said it all for me. It read 'Property of J. Steele'. "So, you gonna put it on now?" The annoying kid was still there, I had forgotten about him. Concealing my disgust I in his obvious naiveté to what exactly it was that was in my hands; I merely shook my head and replaced it in the velvet case that had been provided for it. It was Master Steele's choice in when I would wear it. I would not take that pleasure from him. The kid was mumbling something about him being a designer too, and he had some pieces he wanted to show me. I nodded without thinking as he gave me my change and ducked out of the store as swiftly as I could falling into step with the crowd now leaving the mall premises. The bathroom was the next stop, but on route there I figured what the hell, what for? My underwear got removed right there in the middle of the mall. As I rounded the corner to the now almost empty food court, a tinkling laughter reached my ear. It was a magical sound, like how a faerie playing with a child would laugh. I found my eyes searching for the source of that sound. It was Alexandria, and she was being thoroughly entertained by Joshua. He was leaning easily on the counter of the Italian Deli that she was working at. I made my way over to them. "Hey there, Mister," I said sliding my arm around his waist. He hugged me in return and kissed me full on the lips before turning back to her and continuing the conversation. I loved his easy way, no matter how many people were around us, no matter how important they were to society; he made it clear that I was more than a trophy. His arm hugged me close as he chatted her up. I could see the poor creature was now befuddled at the fact that he was still flirting with her openly, even with me on his side. Mean whilst I spent this time observing her. She really was beautiful. Short, dark, and curvy, not thick like me, but neat and petite. Her eyebrows were shaped, and she wore bronzed eye shadow in the arch of her eyebrow which drew more attention to the large slanting eyes that somewhat resembled Josh's, only hers were larger, more like a child's. Alexandria had a well shaped nose, not too broad for her face, but broad enough to make her a true black woman. Her lips were shaped well enough, very full bottom lip that I wanted to take between my teeth right there. Beneath her small chin, her bosom lay beautifully swollen within the sash-tied blouse she was wearing, like most dark skinned people. She wore light colours that drew the eye to her skin. She showed she had taste. I was openly and without shame, ogling her breasts. Well her entire body for that fact. She was almost completely opposite of me, I was tall, full figured, but still small enough to only barely make it as 'thick'. I had given up getting rid of the small pouch of tummy fat I was blessed and cursed with. Every time I tried, I lost weight entirely, bringing me back down to what the average model looked like. This meant I lost my ass. That was not working for me. "Maria," Josh broke my thoughts and I realized Alexandria had walked away to pick up her bag. "Would you mind if Alex came with us to the movie?" I squeezed his waist and fought to contain my delight. Sometimes he could still manage to amaze me with the level of devious plotting he could conjure up. "It's no problem, but I only bought two tickets for the show." I said handing him the tickets and the bag with the velvet case at the same time. His eyes flashed for a moment, as his fingers caressed the soft fabric of the collar's carrying case. "I know you only bought two," he flicked his wrist and out of thin air appeared a third ticket marked for the 10.30 show. He tapped it on the tip of my nose and tickled me at my fake pouting. "You're so mean J." I said trying to escape. "But, that's what you love about me Kittysen." His eyes were dancing again. "I would have to go home and change though Joshua." She said as she came around the counter and waved good-bye to her boss. "That's no problem," I assured her as I looked at Josh's watch "We still have over an hour before the movie, once you don't live too far out, I don't think he has a problem dropping you home and bringing you back." We both looked at Joshua, who, in an extremely fake show of defeat he threw up his arms and exclaimed that beautiful women only wanted his services once they didn't have to drive. A little over forty five minutes later I was walking, arm in arm between both Alexandria and Joshua, up the Multiplex's ramp. It was still full; they entertain not only with movies, but with a full game arcade room, and with an independent food court of their own. Joshua had convinced her to go to the movie with us, and had been completely honest about it; his 'girlfriend' was flat out obsessed with her beauty and wanted to get to know her. She had been put off at first, not sure if he was just trying to play her or if he was just plain disturbed. But his charm won out and my constant and insistent staring had convinced her. Plus she needed to relax after the day she had had. The movie was in one of the larger cinemas. Which was great, that meant less people more room, and no one was going to pay much attention to us. The evil little grin spread across my lips as she got her popcorn and I got drinks. Joshua and I always shared a large drink, that way I would survive the movie without choking on my extra large hot dog. This was why he was still at the confectionary counter flirting with the very young attendant there. I swear he could talk a nun out of her habit if given the right time of night. He walked back over to me grinning; holding the napkin out for me to see her number was scribbled in an untidy confused scrawl in the corner of the paper. "Why do you even bother?" I asked as he balled it up and tossed it behind him "You already know she can't handle you, even if you were dying from malaria." As he held the door open for me and Alexandria I noticed the same attendant giving Alex a glare that could freeze a volcano. I couldn't help the rather unladylike bellow that escaped right there and then. The prediction of the empty cinema was, as usual, correct. We chose a row close to the projection booth just incase. Again I slid in between the two of them, I considered putting Alexandria in the middle but I could tell by her acceptance of my arm instead of Josh's that she wasn't completely comfortable with him. But me, I was a woman; little did she know it was me who couldn't wait until the movie got started to see what she was wearing under that short cotton dress. "Kitty?" he whispered reaching his arm around the back of my chair, "have you done what I asked?" "See for yourself," my legs parted slightly as he twisted his body so his left arm could slide between them all the way to the top, as he stroked my clitoris, his lips found mine, giving me just enough to make my pussy twitch on its own under his finger tips. "You two are really into each other, aren't you?" Alex giggled tossing a handful of popcorn at us. Josh broke the kiss and sat back in his chair, face set in his mood. My handbag was beside him hung on the handle of the chair. My heart leapt at the thought of the silver tag with his name on it within it. I sighed as I rested back in the chair and tried focusing on my hot dog and the movie screen. It was showing the customary half hour of trailers, some of which I had already watched, other's that I wanted to watch, Alex was thoroughly enjoying them, as she commented on what she wanted to watch and what looked like crap to her. She was funny too, but I couldn't care less if she was mute or not, I could smell her, more than I could smell myself. "Alex, have you ever...?" I paused as she turned her head to look at me. For the first time I noticed the little scar on her cheek. It made her even more beautiful. Or maybe it was the lights. "Have I ever what Maria?" It was now or never. She would either slap me or... "...Been with a woman. Right, been with another woman?" I felt Josh's hand rest on my leg as I finally found the words for that question. "No, but I want to." There it was that simple. Even in the air conditioned cold of the cinema I could see the sweat forming a film on her skin. She was glowing, so I was right when I thought I could smell her. "Open your legs then." I instructed leaning over the handle between us, she did as she was told, I rubbed my hands together vigorously, I know my fingers were cold, and I know how much a shock that could be, didn't need her getting too scared did I? Josh's face was pointed straight ahead, he was concentrating intently on the screen, or so he wanted her to think. I already knew him, without looking he knew exactly what was going on beside him. As my fingers glided up her thighs I felt her breathing change. "Are you scared?" she nodded slightly and I stopped my hand "Do you want this? Or do you want to wait?" There was the usual internal fight of a first timer. Before she wet her lips and slid her hips forward on the chair, she spread her legs wider causing me to shift my body so my legs were hitting Joshua's. As I flexed I felt him adjust to take my left leg on his lap. His fingers were drumming ever so gently on my thigh, but he wasn't ready yet. He just wanted me to get comfortable first. I spent time caressing her. Her skin was cool, soft, and it felt very similar to the velvet case in my bag. She was writhing against me trying to get me to stop procrastinating and actually put my finger where she wanted it. I nuzzled her neck, inhaling this creature; she was beautiful even in scent. I licked her neck; her skin was fresh, and tasted like milk and caramel, my mind does that sometimes. Everything becomes food. Joshua tastes like vanilla and coffee with only enough milk to make it smooth. I love his taste. She turned her face and offered me her lips. I sucked willingly, her tongue was a shy thing, and it took some coaxing to make it bold enough to venture past her lips to my own. But I got it done, and managed to impress on her the true meaning of breathless. My fingers had worked their way up to her crotch now, I was making circles on the lacey fabric I was feeling. Soon enough I was feeling moisture, it was strange, feeling another woman this way, not like I hadn't done it before. But since I met Joshua, I had no need for the comfort of a woman. Joshua's fingers were still stroking my leg lazily. I had found her clit thru the fabric, to my pleasure it was a neat but forceful little thing. I had no need to rub it as vigorously as most men make the mistake of doing. You see, a clitoris is the equivalent of an entire body with the skin stripped away and the nerves exposed. All compressed into one little nub. There is really very little need to rub it like it's a genie's lamp. I flicked my finger over it; on any other part of her skin it wouldn't have felt like much more than a mere brush. But judging from the sharp intake of air she took, it felt like I slammed my open palm on her ass. "Easy, baby," I whispered as I continued the light flicks. I know too well how that felt from someone else's hand as well from my own hand. It drives me completely nuts. When Josh does it, it drives me to the edge of my lusting insanity and I want him inside me, but he normally does it as a tease before giving me my ultimate prize. I was completely stretched out now, and Joshua had also changed direction, so he was now looking intently at her face with his left hand finding my own sweet spot. I slid her skirt up so I could take a look at her undies, I didn't want to rip them off, but if they posed a problem they would go missing quite easily. It was a cotton and lace boy shorts, loose enough that I could pull it aside. Her pussy was shaven, as clean as my own, and it gave off that sweet musky odor that a fresh snatch always gives off. Not the manufactured spray fresh that the pussy deodorants gave off, not like that was a bad scent, it was just too artificial for my likings. I spread her labia and slid a very careful, moist finger across her inner lips. She was shining even behind the darkness of the chair in front of her. I liked the glisten that she had. My finger slid straight into her, and slid out fully coated. "Do you know what you taste like?" I asked her as I brought the finger closer to my face. "No, no one ever, you know..." she shied away from the rest of her sentence. Letting it hang. His Kitty-Senpai Ch. 02 "That's too bad though," I slid half my finger into her mouth and felt that little puppy's tongue curl around my finger, she wanted more but I wanted to taste her for myself so reluctantly she let go my finger so I could suck the rest of her juice off. She had an interesting taste, it took me a minute to figure it out, but then it hit me and I couldn't stifle the giggle that escaped my lips. "You douched, didn't you Alex?" I whispered into her neck as I lifted my leg off Josh to slide my body between her legs. "Yes, how could you tell?" She gave me a timid smile as Joshua slid into my now vacant seat. "She has a sense of taste to rival a shark." He told her as I eased her hips further forward on the chair. I buckled my knees under me, from any one walking into the cinema would only see him and her, and he was a master at pulling a straight face, so even if the person came right up to the row in front, they would probably see her looking like a woman gone mad, but he would be cool as cucumber. The first taste of her was enough to drive her off the deep end. I loved teasing, blame it on Joshua. He encouraged teasing, once it was rewarded with the correct and proper treatment. I found her clitoris a delightful thing, it danced wildly under my tongue. I didn't hold back once I felt the warmth spill over unto my chin, I covered her clit and began a vicious suction on the proud nub of nerve endings. Almost immediately I felt her lower body tense and a loud moan escaped her lips. I licked her, from her clutching entrance to her quivering clit, before covering both with my mouth and sucking until she clamped her legs down around my ears and tried to smother me. Still I wouldn't stop. I felt her ease back into the chair, I managed to free my head enough to look up at her, her face was pure rapture, and Joshua was leaning back in his own seat smiling wolfishly. This added to my desire to see her pleased and I lifted my lips and slid two fingers into her. Being a natural born artist my fingers were long enough and sensitive enough so I found the rough patch easily about three and a half inches in and I accosted it. She was bucking and shrieking now, and something significant was happening on the screen. The soundtrack had taken a very loud turn signifying something interesting was happening in the movie. So what? Alexandria was putting on a much more entertaining show. She began to moan definite words by this time, she was telling me how close she was to cumming, and she was begging me to suck her clit like I had done before. Josh was mesmerized now, but he wasn't looking at her, his eyes were directly on me. It looked like jealousy I was reading in his eyes, but I could see the satisfaction. I slid a hand unto his lap, only to discover that he wasn't hard, I don't know if he could see me in the dark, but I arched a quizzical eyebrow at him and continued massaging his thigh. His face was blank again, and she was about to cum. I sucked until she screamed his name and gripped his arm, until I felt the waves rippling from the tips of my fingers to the knuckle. She was tight, but that changed once I wiggled my fingers and she completely relaxed. Her toes were pointed even when I climbed back and sat on Joshua's lap. I slid my fingers into her mouth and both Josh and I watched as she greedily sucked her own juices off until my fingers were completely pussy free. His arm closed in around my waist and he kissed me with a passion I rarely saw in public. When he was done he gave me a tissue and helped me wipe my face clean. She was a messy as a peach; I had managed to get most of the bottom of my face full of her. He gave me the look of a teacher scolding a student for doing something the teacher probably did once, as he wiped my face and fingers clean. I stroked her hair for the rest of the movie, she kissed me occasionally, she even wanted to touch me, but I knew her night may only now be ending, mine was only now beginning. We laughed our way out of the movie theatre, and when an attendant asked if we enjoyed the movie we laughed some more. Josh told him it was a great show. Half an hour later I had walked her to her door, kissed her good night and given her pussy a stroke to keep the memory fresh. I could see Joshua's face as I walked back to his car. Even in his profile, his eye held that mischievous twinkle. As I got in he let his fingers drop to my leg before shoving the stick into first, second, third and fourth gear. "Baby?" I questioned as he dropped back into third gear to turn a sharp corner. "Yes, kitty?" "What's the matter?" I stroked the side of his face. He took my hand and pressed my open palm to his lips. "No matter how beautiful she was," he began; changed to fourth, fifth gear. We were doing an easy hundred and sixty-five kilometers on the highway. "No matter how beautiful she was," he continued over taking a slower moving car. "You out-shone her. You have no idea how sexy you are, even with another woman's legs around your neck." "Slow down J..." I told him unbuckling my seat belt. "Why? What are you going to..." my fingers found his belt, zipper and boxers with easy familiarity. "Kitten," he moved his hand so I could lean across "you don't have to do this." Like hell I didn't. "Just drive under one twenty so I don't feel the pot holes!" I hissed as I freed his dick. He didn't need to see the grin on my face, the entire fact that the speedometer dropped drastically from near a hundred and eighty kilometers to near eighty five showed me he was game. He was still soft; yes this bastard was going to make me work. His focus was needle point on the road and I knew that wasn't going to stop me from having my way until he got to my driveway. I took his head alone between my lips and began to milk him; soon there was enough blood for me to start to urge him down my throat. I felt him ease the car back into fifth gear. Josh had a thing for speed, it was the knowledge of everything around him hurtling towards him that really got his blood flowing, me sucking him off, only added to the sensations exploding in his adrenal glands. Pretty soon he was rock hard and racing again. I knew the speedometer was rising again. We had to be doing around one ten, one twenty. I was sucking him like there was no tomorrow. He was most sensitive on the top-side of his head, the part that was hooded. The underside of that was equal to my clit in sensation. I loved wrapping my tongue around it, and just flicking, it was interesting to feel his dick jumping with each rotation of my tongue. The car slowed considerably and the road surface became more aggressive. We were nearing my home. No sooner than I thought it he dropped the gear in neutral and killed the engine. He dropped his seat back entirely, and gently dislodged my face, just enough to give me a kiss and haul me over on top of him. "I want you, Kitty," he whispered capturing my lips in his own, unlacing the front of the corset. It took all of three seconds for him to have my breasts free, and one of them in his mouth. Let me tell you, no one sucks like he does, he's as greedy as a baby, hungry as a starved wild cat. He can be gentle or rough, all depending on the origin of his need. Right now, he was extremely aroused and needed his woman. I could tell because he was sucking more as a comfort, and still massaging my other nipple and breast gently but firmly. I sighed as I cupped his head to ease his strain. He used his free hand to guide his dick to my entrance. I was wet, but still so tight. He generally preferred me not so wet, but, damn, I had spent most of my night buried between one of the sweetest pussies I had ever tasted, and I knew he would want me. It's not my fault I get wet from all that action. "Ride me, Kitty." He instructed as he let his head drop back. "Yes," I agreed positioning my right leg around the gear stick "Master." I began sliding him into me; there was no gently easing him in this time. He impaled me as soon as he touched my lips. I gasped as he shoved his dick straight in without holding back, I felt the tears sting my eyes. As usual I felt like he had torn me open, as I settled on him the sensation passed and it became comfortable again. "Ride, Kitty. Now!" his hands came to rest on my hips and began moving me. Or so I thought because my hips were moving and all I was feeling was his huge cock hitting my spot, making me feel like I was going to burst. "Oh, baby," I whispered leaning forward to begin to bounce "You have no idea what this dick does to me." "That's my Kitty," Fuck. That did it, I was moving hips, ass, thighs, and lower back, he knew that line normally got me started. That was his 'un-safe' phrase. The one we often joked released my split personality. I could feel the urge coming on. "Come on, Kitty," he was taunting me "you can do better than that, for me." The windows were fogging up, I know the car was rocking violently now, I could hear his suspension bouncing with our motion. "Where's my Azreal?" I became the slut he wanted right there and then, I rode him like he was a stallion to be broken. More than three times I swung around and hit the horn, releasing a blast of sound sure to wake up the neighbours. Fuck them, if they weren't accustomed to him and I getting it on now, it would never happen. "Come on Kitty," he began to slam into me from underneath, "Ride your dick like you own it. Show me why the others are a waste." The man knew how to play with my ego, before I knew it I was giving him the ride of his life, which he knew would result in one huge orgasm for me. He held me still long enough to fuck the living shit out of me from his position. I know I screamed his name, thru my clenched eyes I could swear I saw old Mrs. Gibson's porch light turn on. But I didn't care. All that mattered was making Josh happy. The orgasm snuck up on me, I was trying to regain control of the rhythm and he refused to let go, I felt it shudder thru my thighs, and work its way from the knot of my clit, to pulsate thru the tunnel around his shaft. The colours exploded in my eyelids as the orgasm ripped thru my body. I passed out on him. "Maria?" he had gotten out of the driver seat and was stooping at my door. "Uhm- Hum?" I mumbled sleepily. "You plan to sleep out here, Kitty?" he asked stroking the side of my face gently. "Depends on if I can get breakfast in bed." He grinned at me, even sleepy I would be defiant and sarcastic. Something he said he loved in me. "Can you even walk?" You know, he was on to something there, I tried moving my leg, it trembled really badly, but wouldn't respond. "Not a chance." "Need a lift?" his eyes twinkled as he asked me; he was already cupping his arms under my legs and arm before I could answer. "My Kitty," he spoke slowly, deliberately so "has earned the right to wear her collar, but she should really get some rest first. You have a long weekend ahead of you." As I snuggled into his chest, I wondered just exactly what the hell that was supposed to mean. His Kitty-Senpai Ch. 03 Josh laid Maria on the bed gently, so as not to wake her. She was damn tired from the last session in the car. The smile passed his lips as he remembered how she had responded to him calling her 'his Kitty'. She had damn near broken his dick off. Just thinking about it he began to get hard again. "Damn!" he hissed walking out of the bedroom. He had watched her eat another woman out, and instead of feeling like the luckiest guy in the world he was jealous beyond a doubt. He had found himself wondering if she looked like that when he was fucking her from behind, if her face was so purely devious. He already knew what she looked like when she sucked his dick, love. That was what always comes to mind, the words neither him nor her used to describe their relationship to anyone outside. They were both afraid to cause it to disappear. So they never referred to themselves as being 'in love'. They were just together. He looked at the dark red velvet case she had taken out of her bag before he put her to bed. He hadn't opened it as yet. It seemed like it deserved more than simply opening it and putting it around her neck. She deserved some kind of ceremony, at least that what he thought for the moment. He hadn't seen it since he saw the draft design the jeweler had drawn up. His fingers caressed the case, stroking it like another lover. He opened it slowly, not really looking at it until the case was completely open. Then there it was; the collar she wanted to wear so badly. The silver was not the shiny kind; it was harsher, more gothic. The links on the choker were miniature handcuffs with a three tiny silver strands weaving thru them, but, the pendant, that was the single most attractive thing on the whole creation to him. One pair of handcuffs, folded back on each other, and soldered unto a solid silver circle. The handcuffs themselves were decorated with bluish crystals, cubic zirconium more than likely. It was Maria's birthstone. The solder had been done so neatly it looked like the handcuffs were floating above the surface. Which itself had a tribal design engraved upon it, a design of Celtic knots inter-twining which reminded him of her own body wrapping itself around his. He already knew what was engraved behind it. But as he turned it in his fingers, he felt the emotion flood him as he read the neat calligrapher's script 'Property of J. Steele' He smiled as he remembered how she had fussed naked and dripping wet, fresh out of the shower, insisting that it was a pun, the pendant as well as the wearer were both property of J. Steele. He had told her that was more than he was willing to agree to, as usual with when she thought he was being a prude, she had stuck her tongue out at him and written down the inscription to be engraved on the back of the pendant. It was no longer open for discussion. That was one of the things he loved about her. Her sheer determination often matched his, occasionally it would surpass, not too often, but often enough that he was reminded of how strong she really was, compared to the submissive female she allowed people to see when she was with him. Maria Carter was a chameleon in every sense of the word. She only stood out when she was in the mood; she only blended in when she was in the mood. And no one else set her mood. He replaced the collar in its case and put it in the centre of the table. Looking at his watch he realized it was almost three in the morning. He needed to get some sleep, he had a long weekend ahead of him, and the next morning, Saturday, was the beginning. "G'morning, Oh-Adorable-One." Maria raised her head barely an inch from the pillow, her body felt like dead sand. The answering machine was recording the message from Joshua, but it was on the other side of the bed. Dragging herself across the pillows she felt around until she could get her hand on the phone receiver. "Hey, Mr. Magnum," she mumbled rolling back over with the phone. "Kitty," he sounded chipper "Finally, you're up! I left there an hour ago to get to work, you were out like a light." "What was I supposed to do? After you ravaged my body again am I supposed to have the energy to bounce off walls?" The soreness between her legs reminder her of the fact that he had taken her when she had been sleeping, causing her to wake up. He had been tender, passionate, but still her Master. He took her to new heights, twisting and turning her, this way and that, while she moaned, shrieked, hissed, bit and scratched her appreciation. His dick began throbbing as he remembered how she had dug her nails into his shoulder on her fourth orgasm. "I'm sorry," somehow that apology sounded so fake, maybe it was the five mile grin across his face that she could hear "next time, I'll leave you and let you sleep, Maria." "As if that's ever going to happen!" she giggled. "Seriously now," she could hear traffic in his background he was either driving thru the city, or walking thru the city. "Yes Josh?" "Get out of bed, dress sexy, meet me in town in an hour or so." "Why?" she moaned tossing the pillow closest to her across the room, her shoulder hurt with the effort, reminding her he had dragged her arms above her head and pinned them there against her will during her first orgasm. "It's Saturday," he continued "Don't you want lunch? Or do you plan to cook today?" "How does the Boardwalk sound?" she quickly contemplated cooking on Saturday to having someone cook for her. "Great, see you there," he paused for a moment and then added "No makeup." "What? Come on J..." "No... you don't need it. Your after sex glow gets hidden behind it." They had spent that Saturday in town, she needed to get new shoes, he needed to get some computer software. They assisted each other. Town like always was a nightmare of people. So they tried to make it as quick and painless as possible. By the time they left in the evening, Maria was as cranky as a piranha in dry season, she honestly wasn't a crowd person. Her feet were hurting, so once she got in the car; she slid her feet out of her slippers and on to the dashboard. He watched her as he drove, still she was beautiful to him, even flustered like she was, back seat driving and cussing out everyone on the road. He found himself cracking up at her humorous sometimes foul display of displeasure with the drivers and pedestrians that were keeping her from getting home quickly. "I hate Saturdays." She grumbled setting her keys down on the counter top in her kitchen. "No, you don't," he said catching her about the waist and kissing her. The last rays of the sun were streaming thru the kitchen window, and the light caught in her eyes. For a minute, even with the mock pout she was showing, she was a stunningly eerie beauty. Her eyes were amber, her hair was wild, and her face completely natural, he could see the darker areas on her cheeks from the blush that was rising even on her chest with him staring at her. "I guess you're pretty hot right now huh?" he whispered unbuttoning her shirt. "Too hot," she was pulling his shirt over his head. "So the right thing to do would be to take a nice hot shower, right?" he slid the shirt down, baring her naked breasts, she had gone without a bra today just for his pleasure. Damn! Every time she turned he saw her nipples pressing forward and he just wanted to keep pinching them, he settled for pinching them only in elevators, when they were pressed up close to each other, and once in the dressing room of a store. "Yes a shower would be nice, but, I think we should run a bath instead," her eyes captured his as her fingers un-buckled his belt "so we could, you know, soak this soreness out." She was on her knees holding his pants for him to step out of it. As she stood back up he returned the favour, sliding her jeans down her hips and thighs, only thing as he went to his knees, he left a trail of kisses from the underside of her right breast to her navel, down either thigh respectively. "Then a bath it shall be, Kitty." He rose from her feet picking up all their clothing and carrying it with him, as he left no instruction for her, she padded barefoot into her living room and turned on the CD player. Fantasia's 'When I See You' filtered thru the speakers, and Maria began to sing along, swaying to the music. She hadn't seen Josh come out of the bath and stand by her dining room arch to observe her performing the song. She caught herself as she got into the last chorus. "How long were you there?" she asked closing the distance between them, naked except for the baby blue satin boyshorts, he focused on her eyes as she came closer. He loved looking at her; she was as tall as he, with an hour glass figure that looked like something from a nineteen fifty poster girl photo shoot. Her skin was heavily tattooed, she had eight of them, all she had drawn and placed on her own. He knew for a fact that she only let one man touch her body to ink it, her ex. He would have given anything for her skin to be free of that man's brands, but, her soul was free. He took her arm and turned her like a dancer, slowly and deliberately. The dragon that was climbing her spine was a fine work of art. The panther which adorned her left calf was beautiful. But the prize, he found, was the tribal on her breast. A pair of wings on either breast, not normal angel wings, but a tribal which resembled a spiders fore legs stretching towards her throat. That tattoo drew the eye; it also was the one she tattooed on herself. "Bath sounds ready, Magnum Sama." She whispered respectfully as he let his fingers caress her shoulder and neck from behind her. "On your knees, Kitten." She obeyed without question. He admired her poise from behind, legs tucked neatly under her ass, shoulders even and straight. She was as much a cat as she was a woman. She followed him into the bathroom, as he unwrapped his towel and climbed into the tub, he beckoned her and she paused at the edge. "You may stand. I want to see you slide in," a mere whim, but she did look damn good from the legs too. Her thighs were thick and solid, barely fat on the inner thigh, but her ass, from any angle, it was a prize. Her almost globe like ass was a delight to spank, grope, caress, even nibble on. He knew he was hooked the day she first took her clothes off for him. She took the shorts off, backing him as she did so, as she bent over she knew his eyes were on her. He was weak for a sensual woman. And sensual she knew. As she stepped into the tub he shifted to accommodate her between his legs, she sat with her ass on his lap, and he could not help touching her as she eased her body into the water, the hot soapy water made her skin slippery and all he could think of was how she felt on the inside, when his dick was inside her, it felt like her skin felt now, only it had ridges. Her hair had been pinned up, no more wild curls and knots held back by a hair bando. It was a neat ponytail bun now. The back of her neck was exposed for him to kiss, touch and nibble on. His arms formed a protective embrace around her, catching her own hands in his, locking their fingers together. She rolled her head against his shoulder as he nibbled on her neck. Josh knew his woman. He could have taken her in the tub, right there right then. But he wouldn't have been satisfied. Nor would she. So he began to bathe her, as tenderly as a mother would bathe her child. He washed from her neck down, focusing entirely on the task at hand, she sat or moved according to what area he was cleaning. When he was finished she took the same loving care to bathe him, there was no sexual motion, as she tended to her Master's needs. Once her mind was focused on a task, much like him, there was little else to distract her. As they both climbed out of the bathtub, he drew her close to be under his huge towel, it was broad enough, long enough and fluffy enough to dry both of them comfortably. He guided her to the bedroom, and began drying her from the neck down, massaging and kneading as his ands traveled. Her body was supple and tight, even as soft as it was. He enjoyed doing this for her, he would memorize the way her body moved as she raised her hands, he knew which muscle would twitch, to control which action. When she was completely dry, she assumed her position at his feet on her knees, bowing low so her forehead was resting on her fingers. He dried himself slowly. It was still early; he had an entire night ahead of him. As he dried he thought more and more about how he was going to give her the collar. He knew she was anxious, after all, this woman didn't know the meaning of the word patience. But she was behaving so well... "Kitty, get on the bed." He instructed a he left the bedroom. She moved silently, and elegantly, crawling to the bottom of the bed, which she had made up the morning before she left. She was about to lie on her stomach when he called from the kitchen. "On your back, eyes closed." If she had possessed a cat's ears and tail, she would have flicked them, and he knew it. But he had other than usual plans for her tonight. She obeyed without question, his weight on the bed made her turn her face to his direction. He gently raised her head and placed a blindfold around her eyes. "Do you trust me, Kitten?" he asked softly, running his fingers down her arms. "Yes, Magnum-Sama." "Is your body mine?" his fingertips brushed her nipples, "Yes, Magnum-Sama." "Spread yourself for me," he whispered as his fingers found her pubis and gently began to prod. "Open yourself to me." She did as instructed, the bedroom was drafty, and she was moist, her pussy was still a little sore from their lovemaking in the early morning. But she spread her lips as far apart as she could for him. Maria felt his weight lift from the bed and heard a container scrape a surface to her left. "I'm going to take pictures, Kitten" he was speaking softly, and his voice came from by her feet. "Is that ok with you?" he asked easing his weight down on the bed. "You know my fear." "I would never betray you Maria." He kissed her left knee then lifted the leg and proceeded to massage and kiss behind her legs. "Then it's ok." She had begun playing with her clit, making small gentle circles. She felt his fingers snaking their way down her thigh, until they reached her labia. "You're beautiful, now stop." He had placed her leg down and she felt him move away. When he returned, he leaned on his elbows and she felt him put something on the bed. "Baby, this is going to be cold at first, but, bare with it." He knew she hated the cold. But she was not in control. He was. She felt his finger slide into her pussy, then another, then another. Thru her discomfort, she bared it. To display her discomfort she mewed. It was a soft whimpering sound. Josh stroked her to show he was aware that she was uncomfortable. No matter what she could take in dick, three fingers hurt her, he didn't like it but it had to be done. Josh moved his fingers gently opening her up, Maria was curious, this is the first time he ever willingly opened her up. He loved her tightness, so she really was curious to know what he had planned. When he took the fingers away she sighed in relief. Josh took the pineapple slice and placed it between her breasts; she shuddered a little but didn't move. "Good Kitty," he praised her as he began placing multiple slices in a line down her torso. "Would you like to see what it is?" he asked as he placed a slice directly on her clitoris. "I can tell you what it is already, Magnum." He smiled as he licked his fingers which were covered in pineapple and pussy oil. "Uh huh?" "Pineapple." Her mouth was showing him a very shy, but trusting smile. He put a slice on either nipple, and kissed her before moving away from the bed. "Do you still trust me?" "Of course." "Good. Because I know you haven't done this yet." He slid between her legs and maneuvered a chunk of pineapple inside her. The look of surprise on her face was pleasant, so he didn't stop, the chunks were well sized and firm and he had asked a doctor first. Seems that the acid of the pineapple was actually good for her. Of course she would have to bathe after. But he would tend to that. He only used six chunks, she was squirming trying to keep still, he smiled as he watched her fingers clutch the pillow she was laying on every time he slid a piece of the pineapple in. "Good Kitty," he untied the blindfold and stepped back form the bed, his digital camera in hand. Her loved taking photos of her, whether she was naked, sleeping, eating, or cussing someone out. She was the most animated creature he had ever seen. He programmed the small gadget to take black and white photos, and toke about five shots of her laying there, expression as serene as a swan on a lake. "Thank you for allowing me these pleasures," he began as he held himself above her on the bed. She was patient with him, knowing him speaking how he felt was a rare occasion; she waited for him to continue "neither your body nor your soul would ever be placed in jeopardy by me on purpose. You know that, right?" She gave a short nod and watched him as he lowered himself to her side to kiss her. Maria was going wild on the inside. He was purposefully taking his time, he had kissed his way from her lips to her neck, she didn't want to stay still, her hand found his head as he ate the piece of pineapple around her left nipple, his teeth brushed her flesh behind his lips and he found delight in the arch that found its way into her back. He slowly and deliberately worked his way thru the pineapple slices, licking each spot clean before moving to the next one, as he got the one on her clit, he nudged it aside first and began to clean her of the juice it had left behind. Her nerves were on fire, by the time he began sucking on her clit, the first orgasm gripped her and she clamped her legs down around his ears. Josh smiled into her flesh as he continued to stroke her with his tongue; he moved off her clit just enough to allow her to regain some composure. As her legs relaxed around his ears, he began his descent into her pineapple filled snatch. As his tongue searched for the pineapple pieces he had placed inside her before he found himself growing stiffer and stiffer, pretty soon he really was trying to eat her senseless. Maria noticed the change in him almost immediately, the way he was looking at her from beneath his hooded eyelids as he used his tongue in long curling strokes trying to move the chunks of fruit closer to his lips. Her lips curled back as he raised his head and moved up to kiss her, their kiss was fueled by the moment, Josh clutched her waist and flipped her onto her stomach when he finally released her from the kiss. She arched her back so she was pushing right on to his dick. His self control snapped, he grabbed her and began hammering into her worse than he had done in the car, worse than ever before. She was snatching at the sheets, teeth gritted, and pushing back on him. His entire nine and a half inches was ramming her. Later, she would be glad she had a big ass and thighs that prevented him from really going to far in this position, as he pounded her she could feel the pineapple becoming looser and it was beginning to slide out with each stroke, he was filling her more and more with each stroke, but the fruit provided even more sensation around his head and shaft than her alone, keeping full steam and speed ahead he would not last long inside her. Within minutes he felt his orgasm begin to move thru his gut, she was whimpering into the pillow, but he didn't want to cum like that, flipping her over, he slowed his stroke, her nails were digging deep into his back, but he relished the feeling. His Kitty-Senpai Ch. 03 "My, Kitty," he whispered over and over again, as he began to build his orgasm again, her legs were spread wide, and she was kissing every part of him her lips could reach, his collar bone, neck, shoulders, all were showered in kisses. He could feel each one like if she was branding him. The pineapple was making a mess of the bed by this time, but he didn't care, her walls were pulsing around him and his own orgasm was so close, by the time he caught it, he saw her eyes role back in her head, too late, he cradled her as he shot his full load into the mush of her own orgasm and the crushed pineapple. She stayed still for a couple minutes before he stirred her to lift her into the bathtub and turned on the shower, he hugged her to his chest as he gently cleaned all the pineapple away, he used the detachable nozzle on her as gently as he could, she was already turning scarlet from the force of his lovemaking, he knew she would be sore for days. Her eyes fluttered open as he lay her on the settee, she was glowing like a fresh bride, gently he sat her up and placed the collar around her throat, the lock on it was a small, but secure thing, he would be the only person able to unlock it without breaking the links, and the key was hung on a chain with his dog tags around his own neck. She had given him that same dog tag years ago, now he felt completely equal to her as he gazed at her. "Thank you, Magnum Sama." She whispered as he kissed her forehead, pulling the blanket over them both, he settled in beside her and turned off the lamp to the top of the oversized chair.