0 comments/ 44963 views/ 6 favorites The Shameless Surrender of Cathy By: movies_maidens_n_manmeat The multi-chapter story of Cathy started with 'The Passionate Pleasures of Cathy'. The story contains adult material, including bondage, pain and humiliation, anal sex and ass-to mouth. If this offends you, do not read nor rate it. This chapter is the continuation of 'The Dark Delights of Cathy'. * Cathy always tried to avoid being an overprotective mother. However, the announcement of her daughter Melanie she had decided to give up her virginity during her weekend in Seattle with Tony stretched Cathy's lenience to the limit. She could live with the idea her beautiful daughter at some time would start enjoying the pleasures of the flesh but her choice of a man like Tony was quite another matter. Cathy's feelings of guilt because having slept with her daughter's boyfriend clouded her judgment considerably, to say the least. Bittersweet memories rekindled in her mind, how Tony overwhelmed her the first time, how he surprised her the second time by the bold way he subdued her. Just reflecting on the way he had unleashed her primeval lusts and desires was enough to let Cathy rub her thighs in excitement. Yes, her whole body had smoldered and twisted under his hands, had cavorted and convulsed in orgiastic peaks of pleasure. But at the same he had brought her down to unimagined lows of submission and had dragged her along the very limits of perversion. How could she trust her daughter in the hands of a man like that? Cathy couldn't imagine Tony would add insult to injury when she picked up the phone the day before Melanie would leave with him for Seattle. Obviously not deeming it necessary, this time he didn't use any complicated stories or excuses, he just told her his demands. 'Meet me at two... same place... and don't expect to return home for the night...' 'But Melanie...!' 'Melanie will stay for the night at your parent's place near the airport, she will go there right after she returns from ballet class. I'll pick her up tomorrow morning at ten... our take off is at 1.00 pm. I will buy her a complete new outfit in Seattle.' Before Cathy could react he already hang up. For a moment she stood there in silence, just alone with her thoughts racing through her mind. After a couple of minutes, which seemed like an eternity to her, she sat down and knew... She knew she wouldn't have the strength to tell Melanie about him. She also knew she wouldn't have the strength to resist him. Darn, she would be weak and just shamelessly submit to him again, to his lusts, to his humiliating, perverted games. Cathy shivered in anticipation of the blistering orgasm she would experience under his control. Her situation was awful... and wonderful at the same time! One hour later she received a parcel by courier. It contained a costume in black leather, a true cat suit, an erotic adoption of the suit worn by the female star in 'Catwoman. The Movie'. The knee-length boots and the elbow-length gloves looked clear-cut enough. The complicated network of straps only revealed its secrets when Cathy, after some fruitless attempts, managed to put the suit on. Her heartbeat accelerated when she saw her image in the mirror. The bodice didn't consist of more than a web of black leather straps, revealing most of her creamy skin. Although looking very seductive, on first sight there seemed no reason for alarm, especially since her genital region was neatly covered and her treasure only could be disclosed by loosening two snaps. Quite different in character however was the huge heart-shaped opening in the back, revealing her bottom cheeks almost totally. A heart-shaped ass! I will be revealing my heart-shaped bare bottom! Immediately Cathy realized that the main attraction of the erotic costume would be the rear, showing the creamy vanilla heart with its chocolate delicacy in its center. It was a dirty man's dream. I will look like a slut, offering her butt. It is obscene. When Cathy put on the mask she was aware two openings would be available to the generous donor of this costume, the opening to her anus and the opening to her mouth. Considering the past she could guess in what order these openings would be used... She was startled when the phone rang again. It was Melanie. 'Hi mom. Tony already told me about the rush model assignment you have. Granny and grandpa are thrilled to have me for the night. Wish me luck with you-know-what!' After the first stammering, Cathy managed to formulate warms words for her daughter, wishing her a wonderful weekend and all the luck with the 'personal stuff', just what would be expected from a good mother. Only after she had put down the phone, Cathy realized she missed the last chance to chicken out. Maybe the first time she slept with Tony she was seduced, perhaps the second time she was overpowered. She felt her heart throbbing in her throat when she realized she had ran out of excuses. This time she would deliberately deceive her daughter, having a hot date with her boyfriend. She would meet this man clandestinely, knowing all too well he would take her anally, humiliate her and let her perform the lewdest acts. And at the end... Cathy didn't dare to think what she would do for him at the end. All through her career as model and successful centerfold, Cathy succeeded keeping her love life in check. There had been the occasional intimacies and now and then she went through short neat relationships, but everything always was under control. Thinking about Tony she realized she had resisted a man so furiously, just to be defeated so intensely. This time it would deteriorate even worse, she wouldn't step into a regular defeat, she sensed the signs of her unconditional surrender! Now she recognized her situation, Cathy became all business. As a centerfold she always had enjoyed presenting herself at her best and her sexiest. She had still two hours and with a knot in her belly she started to prepare for her road to ecstasy. After shaving herself at the right places she took a shower, using her expensive perfumed soap, especially taking care of her intimate areas, as she used to do so when she had a hot date. Only this time she also indulged the dark area around her anus. When she was soaping the cleft between her bottom cheeks she closed her eyes and imagined his thick rod moving down the canyon. He liked to tease her by rubbing the whole length of his magnificent cock over her ridged rose, tingling her senses till her cunt was leaking in lust. Then he would roughly sweep away her remaining resistance and just hammer away... It would be wickedly delicious! Of course she would put up some resistance. It was the decent thing to do. But he would ignore her shriveling protests, shut her up the wicked way, continue to abuse her ass and finally force her to do the dirty deed. It was horribly nasty and she still didn't like to suck his cock, so filthy coming from her ass. No, she hated to do it at all, but he wouldn't take no for an answer and just force her. May be he would even slap her bottom. He used to slap hard and it would be painful. Nothing she could do. Ultimately he would fill her mouth with his throbbing cock. It would be hard as steel but still its surface would feel velvety and she would have that wicked taste in her mouth as he plunged in. Cathy had to interrupt her daydream to prevent coming right away. Shoot, time was flying! She admired the image of her nude body in the mirror. Fortunately she had continued her personal ballet classes and the results were showing off. She knew didn't have the figure of a supermodel, her curvy body holding too much promise of ripening pleasures to suite the current taste for skinny dames. Yet, she was still beautiful, a wonderfully aged blonde, nearing the age of forty at her sexual peak, with all her spectacular features available for intense scrutiny. Her generous breasts were full of life, shaking as she wriggled her torso to test their elasticity. She slid her hands over her waist, over her rib-cage to cup them, imagining he was behind her, cradling her breasts, feeling their softness and heft. She imagined the touch of his fingers on her rapidly hardening nipples, torturing them while he tongued her neck and shoulder. Then he would force her to bend over a chair and his fingers would insinuate themselves into the humid folds of her slick, hot female flesh. The image was so vivid. The scene enrolled behind her closed eyes with such a lurid brilliance. She almost could feel the firm grip of one of his hands in her neck, the finger of his other hand circling around the engorged bud of her clitoris. Her eyes popped open with a startled gasp and suddenly she found herself staring in the mirror, one hand caressing her breasts, the other cupping her sex. She looked like a woman desperate with desire. Embarrassed she told herself to stop, she looked like Melanie, all worked up for a hot date. She was a grown woman, for heaven's sake. Although need pulsed in her body, she managed to straighten herself, putting on the Catwoman outfit piece by piece, relinquishing every moment she felt another piece of cool leather against her hot skin. Only after she had rested another five minutes she felt ready to confront him. She shivered in anticipation when she started her car, still feeling a restless ache between her thighs. Cathy was glad it took her over half an hour to drive cross-town from her home in the suburbs to the MetroLux hotel downtown. It gave her the time to cool down and come to her senses. She was meeting the man who sent her some weird costume just to let her know he was going to fuck her in the ass. It was the same man who was going to deflower her daughter. It was not just bizarre, it was sick. Why did she continue driving? She should make a U-turn right away, phone him and give him a piece of her mind. But then the restless ache between her legs reminded her of the reason why she continued the long drive through the city. She felt awfully weak and yes, she was a terrible mother too. He waited for her in the lobby, painfully handsome and relaxed as always. 'I'm glad to see you.' His touch as they shook hands was familiarly electrifying. 'You look especially beautiful today' he said while they were waiting for the elevator. It better be, it took almost needed almost an hour for my make-up only. Cathy thought. The elevator ride to one of the upper floors took an eternity. She was grateful it was autumn. It allowed her to wear a coat over her Catwoman suit. The beautiful Vera Wang neck coat was a present for one of her model assignments and she knew it looked perfect on her. Nobody would guess she was wearing anything erotic like a Catwoman suit underneath. Only Tony knew, she had seen the flicker of approval in his eyes. Riding the elevator with so many other people, Cathy nevertheless felt very naked under her coat. She wondered if he would tear it from her body as soon as they entered the room like their first sexual encounter. None of that this time, he just closed the door behind them and turned to her. 'Let me give you the Grand Tour first' For optimal privacy the Honeymoon Suite of the hotel could only be reached through two double doors and they were in the small hall separating them. It was nicely decorated as could be expected. Everything seemed totally predictable until Tony took a key from his pocket. Quietly he opened an inconspicuous door in the far corner, which just looked like a standard service door. 'Follow me and I'll show you an interesting feature of this room.' Cathy more or less had expected some action other than a guided tour of the premises. This man never failed to surprise her. She followed him when he climbed up the steps of a short staircase. They entered a small room with a couple of chairs, arranged theater style facing a screen about four feet high and six feet wide. Cathy was just thinking this was an odd place to watch a movie when she noticed the 'screen' wasn't a screen at all, it was a one-way mirror, presenting a spacious view of the enormous bed. Immediately Cathy felt thrown back in the atmosphere of decadent lewdness she had learned to associate with Tony's presence. 'This hotel was built some 100 years ago in the late 1890s. In those days the filthy rich sometimes created facilities to accommodate their specialized needs.' Tony said cheerfully. 'You don't have to worry, nobody will watch your performance in the outfit I selected for you. However, during the last renovation they upgraded the facilities to make them state of the art. This room is equipped with the latest digital hardware to record the activities of newlyweds as a facility for their future 'Happy Anniversary' celebrations!' Cathy now understood the purpose of the numerous electronic paraphernalia in the room. When she had another look at the one-way mirror, she found amazing how many details on the bed she could distinguish. Did they rig the glass or was it just her heated imagination the image looked sharper and closer than expected? If a passionate couple would occupy the lush, welcoming mattress a possible observer would be able to watch their erotic exercises in minute detail. No overheated imagination was needed to confer special significance to the generous thick carpet in front of the bed. It easily would serve as a stage for a couple to perform acts so passionate the comfort of a soft bed wasn't needed. These actions would take place right before the eyes of a concealed audience. When they were back in the Honeymoon Suite Cathy had another look at the mirrored wall facing the bed, marveling nothing indicated someone might be watching. 'Let me show you some other gadgets of this Suite' Tony said, offering her a large leather case. She gulped when she opened it and several whips in black leather were staring at her, neatly arranged in their custom made recesses. The sudden threat caught her by surprise and she felt excitement swirling icily up her spine. Painful memories from olden times resurfaced, memories better be forgotten. It had been so many years past. Involuntary she touched one of the whips, a menacing cat-'o-nine-tails, immediately withdrawing her hand at the touch of the solid winded leather. 'I will cry out loud.' Cathy whispered, shifting her eyes to the other side, feeling she wouldn't be able to withhold her emotions if she remained looking at those frightening whips. Her genitals seemed to break out in sweat. He ignored her words, reached out for the nightstand and handled her a remote with a yellow and a red button. 'Push the yellow button.' When she did, she heard the soft sound of screens moving. 'What did I do?' 'You let the soundproof screens down. It's another great feature. Now you can scream your heart out. The whole room is soundproof, no noise here can be heard out side! Isn't that neat for a honeymoon suite?' 'What about the red button?' 'It handles the equipment in the observation room. Just push the button if you want to keep some heated memories as souvenir. But wait, where are my manners? Let me take your coat first...' His words sounded like standard courtesy, but under the circumstances were saturated with double-entendre. The atmosphere in the bedroom was thick with erotic tension. She felt his hand softly caressing her skin when her designer coat slipped from her shoulders. He obviously was pleased with the rich display of her naked flesh the Catwoman suit provided him. In a playful, teasing gesture she turned her back to him, covering her bottom with her hands, effectively blocking both the view of her breasts and her behind. Cathy was fully aware she only would score a temporary success. Just by making one step forwards he pushed his hand under her arms to cover her unprotected breasts and mercilessly pinched her swollen nipples. She moaned and in a reflex brought her hands up to keep him in check. Immediately his right hand shifted to the heart-shaped open plain in her back with its central, dark abyss. Gasping for air and twisting in delight Cathy allowed his fingers tease the ridges of her anus. How wickedly delicious to be tricked this way! Her twin orbs wiggled in shameless collaboration. 'Now be a good pussycat and present yourself properly.' He whispered in her ear. Under all circumstances Cathy remained a professional. With the ease of an experienced centerfold she walked the line to the far end seductively wiggling her hips, knowing the sight of her grinding orbs would be quite a sight to behold. When she reached the wall she dropped to her knees, she didn't know why, she just gave in to an impulse, the instinct of an animal showing she was properly trained. After the playful interlude the sexual tension was thick as ever. Crawling over the carpet on hand and knees like a cat in heat Cathy made her way back to him. Shivers of anticipation rolled from her shoulders over her eager breasts, tingled down her spine and after lingering over the soft insides of her thighs, surged into the moistening depths of her cunt. During the whole trek her eyes remained fixed at the promising bulge of his trousers. When she finally reached his legs she ached to open his zipper but instinctively felt she had better wait. Like a true kitten she rubbed her cheeks against the tissue of his trouser-legs, slowly working her way up till she could feel the pulse of his throbbing cock. When she looked up at him she saw him gazing down at her with those amazing green eyes. The familiar feeling in the pit of her stomach reached an alarming level. It was a deep urge, crying out to be fulfilled. He smiled at her and his finger traced the outline of her lips. She remembered him being so fascinated by her lips. Her need for his cock was overflowing. She wanted to wrap her lips around it, to feel its power and strength in her mouth. Raw desire was rushing through her veins. She groaned of pure wanting when he slowly opened his zipper, finally disclosing the object of her lust. His magnificent penis lunged from its hiding to seek her attention: the shaft lined with veins, the head meaty and full, sporting a dewy droplet of pre-come. His balls, richly furred with thick curls, were hanging heavy and taut. Now, with the prime sample of manhood moving in front of her face, Cathy suddenly felt self-conscious. What was she doing? She was a model with a reasonably successful career, used to be treated with respect. Instead being wined and dined with a subsequent lengthy flirtation, she now was on her knees in front of the opened thighs of this man without having shown at least a glimpse of resistance. Cathy sat back on her heels, looking up at him, her face poised just inches from his rigid prick. Again she had a look at the symbol of male domination, soaring arrogantly in the air. With a sob of surrender Cathy launched herself forward into his dangling sacs, submissively hiding her face deep in the sweaty stuffiness of his scrotum. Impartially she paid equal attention to the left and the right. She relished feeling him all over his face and inhaling the odor of his strength and desire. Slowly she reached up to clasp his erection in both hands. Almost respectfully her long, elegant hands explored the swollen shaft, caressing his prick in silent admiration. Tenderly she cradled the wrinkled sacks of his balls with her hands handling them like precious delicacies. She pulled at his hips and let them sink into her open mouth, playfully rolling the exquisite fruits over her tongue in an exquisite erotic caress. Shifting her approach Cathy started licking his upstanding cock. With broad strokes her tongue ceaselessly caressed his turgid manhood till the shaft was thoroughly coated, wet and gleaming with her saliva. Then she ducked her head to nuzzle at the base. She couldn't have enough licking and snapping at the hairy scrotum. Hesitantly she worked her way up again to the crown. She paused, glancing up at him, waiting for his approval. Only when he let his hand brush through her blonde locks she tilted the shaft back to capture the swollen head in her docile mouth. Then, forming her lips into a ring, she really went down on him, taking him deep in her throat, bobbing her head slowly up and down, cocksucking like an expert adult movie star. The Shameless Surrender of Cathy Her beautiful mouth stuffed with his cock, she continued pleasuring him. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked him off, looking up at him from beneath her long silky lashes. His hands reached out for her, fumbling to hold her by the head, his fingers digging in the thick mass of wavy hair, luxuriating in the richness of those soft, silky tresses. Ultimately he firmly pulled her head towards him till his monumental cock completely disappeared in her face and the only movement he felt, was the slithering of her agile tongue. With her eyes closed Cathy surrendered to him, accepting he used her mouth just as a receptacle for his oversized cock. 'I have a present for you.' Cathy gasped when she saw the object he held in his hands. It was a broad collar of black leather, beautifully decorated with two rows of shining crystals. It was connected to a short leash and matched perfectly with her Catwoman suit. 'Let me put it on.' Cathy instinctively felt the significance of this ceremony. It would be the final confirmation of her submission to him. She felt his fingers brushing her skin as he closed the collar around her neck. When she heard the click of the clasp it felt like her destiny was determined. He turned his back to her and pulled at her leash forcing her head between his thighs. 'Kiss my ass.' Cathy felt more servile than ever under his crude demand. Was there a better way to acknowledge his dominance than to suck his anus? She leaned backward, bent in the knees with her face up between his legs. His crotch was like dark, deep crease lined by a wealth of downy hair. The crease flattened when he bent his knees and his anus was lowered, staring at her like an evil eye, challenging her. With her lips puckered up she reached for his descending bottom. Her face pressed between his firm, muscular cheeks, her lips touched his bottom-hole and then she was doing it. Dressed as a Catwoman she was lapping his ass as a sweet pussycat. 'Good girl.' He cheered her on as she began to explore the wrinkles of his dark hole with her tongue. Calm and self-assured Tony allowed the former centerfold and his girlfriend's mother rim him in submissive rapture. Slowly he moved his hips back and forth, sliding the whole length of his crotch over her sucking lips. He is wiping his crotch with my mouth! The latest atrocity in her humiliation sucked her deeper into a dark funnel of submission. When he assisted to get up, she felt so dizzy in lust, she almost tripped and to hold her to keep her from falling. When he opened the leather case her heart skipped a beat. At last the pain would arrive. 'Which one shall I use on you? Make a choice.' His words surprised her. 'Why do I have to choose?' 'Because choosing the whip yourself will increase the intensity of your pain.' His green eyes showed a glimpse of a knowing smile. Cathy didn't answer but her eyes were glued at the menacing cat-'o-nine-tails. It had three strands of tight knitted knots. 'OK, now tell me where it would hurt the most.' She just shook her head helplessly. 'Come on, don't be a baby...!' She had to swallow deep before she could brace herself. 'Between the legs.' Cathy whispered. 'It is terrible between the legs.' How often had she dreamed of a man who would overpower her and would hit her at her softest spot, who without any restriction would provide her with the exquisite pleasure of pain? A gleam of hope must have been lurking when she prepared herself for this rendez-vous. Otherwise she wouldn't have shaved and trimmed the area around her golden triangle, making it even more sensitive to physical abuse. How he had read her mind she would never know. He would be relentless in exploiting her weakness. She felt utterly transparent and helpless, both vulnerable and terribly excited. He tied her on the large four-poster bed. Her arms were raised and spread, her wrists restrained by straps tied to the upper corners. Deftly he uncovered her crotch by opening the two straps holding the protection of her privates. Then her legs were spread wide open with her ankles raised so her whole genital area was laid blatantly open and offered in its wet vulnerability. Her face was flushed and her eyes were shining in an odd mixture of fear, arousal and anticipation. When he let his hand slip downwards across the flat belly to her neatly trimmed triangle his probing fingers found her welcoming slit slick with juice and the lips full and open. He lifted his hand to put it to her mouth and she sucked his fingers clean of her juices, one by one. Playfully he let the leather straps slide over her wet slit, the surface tantalizing the red bud protruding between the rosy petals. She gave little whimpers of pleasure under this protracted, teasing torture, her proud breasts pushing upwards in silent plea for release. He continued prolonging her agony till her rutting body was contorting in yearning lust. 'Please... please...!' 'You mean you surrender already?' He was a master in stringing her humiliations. Her darkest desire was so near to fulfillment she could almost feel it. 'Yes... please... don't let me wait any longer, please!' He handled her over the remote. 'You better push the yellow button again. It will be six strokes and it might be getting loud' Hurried and bewildered in her feverish desire, she just pushed both of the buttons. The moment she heard the sound-screens coming down, he didn't wait any longer and carefully aimed at the spot where her thighs joined. His first lash smacked home across her underbelly. The hit wasn't a playful, it was mean and deliberately stricken to hurt. She sucked in her breath, muffling her cry deep in her throat, but her hips bucked in an involuntary spasm. He let her recover for just a minute but placed the second carefully at the exact same spot. The hit was worse than the first. She gave out a grunt behind gritted teeth and stretched out the muscles of her limbs in a beautiful arch she held for minutes before she collapsed in desperate sobbing. At the following two lashes her eyes remained fixed at the long curls of the whip as he swung it again and again. This time her head rolled wildly as the whip smacked home, her throat convulsed and she screamed out loud. She was all hot and glowing now and cruelly he was seeking an even more tender target for the last two lashes. When the whip came down the knotted leather strips bit into the front of her thighs, curling around to deliver the worst punishment to the tender shaven skin at her crotch. Her body twisted in its restraints and she howled at the top of her longs. Her satiny skin glistened with sweat and the juice of her arousal. When he took her down, she was panting and sobbing. Although her whole body seemed on fire she knew what was to come. She immediately went on all fours on the carpet and beseechingly took his throbbing member deep into her mouth, consumed by a deep animal desire 'Fuck me, pleeese...' Instinctively her hands went between her thighs to soothe and provide some urgent relief. 'That sounds nice enough, but let me lay out the ground rules.' He calmly took her hand away from her crotch and stretched her arms, placing them in front of her on the sheets. Her shoulders rested on the edge of the bed. With her back hollowed, her bottom pointed upwards as a wonderful double dome. She felt his fingers softly caressing her tender spot, providing her the pleasure she so desperately needed. Her hips were undulating to meet the touch of those fingertips filling her lower body with maddening pleasure. This was the way Tony liked his women, all hot and desperate. This was the moment to exert complete and dominant control. His fingers took inventory of this marvelous body, of its smooth curves, the springy flesh with all the dark crooks and secret niches. His voice was calm and yet even in her state of lust she could discern his teasing control. 'You're not allowed to touch yourself here... All you pleasure you have to earn and will come from my hands, do you understand?' 'Yes... yes... but please fuck me, for god's sake...!' She opened her thighs even wider, when she felt Tony pressing against her reluctant sphincter. He felt the sharp, tight containment around the thick end of his bludgeon. The clasping of his glans in the close grasp of her sphincter filled him with a lust to dig in, stretching her savagely. His penis seemed to cry out to be thrust in to its limit. It needed to be enclosed along its whole length, to feel an opposing pressure to hold it back as it tried to delve deeper. Cathy's cries and gulps converted to incoherent moaning when he started to push forward. His teeth clenched as he felt the firm pressure around his protrusion. Her darkest passage was tight and yet giving at the same time. Inch after inch his penis disappeared between her buttocks into the star-shaped crack. She was moaning at a high pitch and her hands were clutching the sheets in handfuls. 'Oooh, fuck me, fuck my ass!' He obliged, increasing both the power and the speed of his loins. Below him her bottom was writhing like a live sponge, moving in a rhythm of its own: now relaxing to soft, yielding cushions, then tightening in an iron clasp around his engorged member. He had a staggering sense of triumph being the master of this glorious blonde body, to feel the smooth muscles contracting under his hands, to penetrate the dark holes sucking in his member without any restraint. When he pulled back his member with a wet, slurping sound, she automatically turned her face upwards, resting on the sheets. When he came diving down with his member in all its wet throbbing glory, she eagerly led his hips to receive him in her open mouth to produce obscene slurping sounds while her skin crinkled in utter humiliation. 'You love to have a taste of your own ass, do you?' She didn't answer, too occupied with his fat member in her mouth. Tauntingly he pulled back, his massive pole slowly swaying up and down in front of her bloodshot eyes. She cried out in disappointment and wanton lust. 'Again, please, again...!' She crawled on the carpet, her tail wiggling like a real bitch in heat, the heart-shaped cutout in her Catwoman suit an open invitation to resume his intense, merciless pounding. His hand cupped her genital region. He took his own sweet time to tease and control her fury, fanning the fire raging deep inside between her legs even more. She was sobbing and begging, making unintelligible sounds while her bottom cheeks cavorted, urging him to penetrate her again. When he did, his trunk seemed even thicker, his sledgehammer blows even fiercer. One wave of sensations after another immersed her body in a sea of glowing pleasure. The big One came nearer and nearer but contradictorily she didn't want this yearning to end. With a perfect sense of timing he let his cock slide from her anus again, allowing the cool air to torture her gaping dark hole. Cathy knew she was on degrading ass-to-mouth duty again like a cheap slut, willing to perform the most degrading acts just to earn the privilege to have his poker scorch the emptiness between her quivering bottom cheeks again. She relaxed her mouth swallowing the whole length of in one smooth motion, the fan of her hair discretely covering her act of debauchery. However, while she was chewing and sucking the pulsating cylinder of flesh, her senses reminded her clearly of its point of departure. It was perverted, disgusting, loathsome... and inconceivably nasty! There seemed to be no end in his ability to devise new varieties in guiding his throbbing member from her gaping hole to her drooling mouth. Her neck strained from the frequent turns backwards she had to make to accommodate his wishes. 'Now sit in my lap' He sat down in one of the easy chairs, his massive phallus pointing upwards invitingly. As inflamed as she was, Cathy still could recognize a challenge when she saw one. Even with her eyes closed she unseeingly managed to slide his pole in her darkest aperture. Only when she opened her eyes again, she saw the image in the mirrored wall. A blonde Catwoman, the exposed parts of her skin gleaming in sweat, her blonde manes in disarray, her breasts with its wide areolas and swollen cherry's in full sight, moving on a pole, clearly hidden in an unnatural way. Fucking herself so passionately... so perversely...! The image of herself added to the pile of erotic sensations she already experienced, unleashing a chain of orgasms, shaking her contorting frame, sweeping her to heights of uncharted pleasure and desire. He didn't allow her to reach the finish line, reminding her with harsh slaps on her rearing bottom of his unspoken demands. With a desperate gasp the blonde amazon dismounted, dropping on her knees to worship the red-hot iron rod burning her insides with gluttonous slurps of her sucking mouth. She took him deep in her mouth like a female animal serving her mate. However, even in her heat Cathy couldn't resist her voyeuristic instincts, turning her face slightly around so she could watch her lewd licking in the mirrored wall. It wasn't the only obscene sight. Between the pale moons of her bottom, the dark gape of her anus was sharply outlined, a whitish gob of slime dangling from the rim. In a flash she remembered having pushed the red button. Her shameless behavior and ultimate humiliation was all being recorded for future enjoyment of whoever-he-might-be! 'Puh-leeeese' She knew he was making the final arrangement when she noticed his heavy breathing and the hurried movements he fastened her wrists behind her back. She rested her shoulders on the carpet, offering him the most obscene and subservient view of her bottom. Helplessly she felt him tantalizing her hole, rotating his finger in the dark cavern, ultimately sweeping the gob of slime dangling from the edge. He pulled at her hair, forcing her torso painfully upwards so she could watch him spreading her gobs of ooze evenly on the seat of the armchair in front of her. 'Look how shameless you are!' He sneered. 'You should hide your face.' 'No, no!' she tried to say. Instead she pushed herself forward, throwing her face at the seat. In one smooth motion he pummeled home, sinking his drill to the hilt into the dark eye between her buttocks. The full force of his hips pushed her face deeper in her own mucky slime. Cathy tried to draw in some air but it only resulted in her lungs filling with the odors of her grime. Her teeth clamped into the seat, muffling her screams. This was the ultimate submissive fuck, her body just available for his pleasures, her senses forced to experience the excretions of her own heat. She felt his cock expanding in the tight constraint of her sphincter. He was going to come inside her and she knew it would open the dam, releasing a torrent of sensations. Cathy sobbed when she felt his hot come spurting in her bowels. Her anal ring squeezed and contracted, communicating in its own language with his erupting cock. It started the long delayed ignition of her own fireworks. The chain reaction of orgasms brought her one blast after the other, back to back explosions, seemingly growing in intensity while he kept plunging in her defenseless, pliant flesh. Spurt after spurt jetted from him, keeping her at a never-ending plateau of pleasure till she was spinning down into a pitch-dark abyss of oblivion.