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Katie

By: Theif_00



I'd been taking karate for quite a while before I noticed Katie. She was a new student, but pretty talented. I was chosen by my instructor to train her, as we had a tournament coming up, and that I was the highest-ranking girl in the class (blue belt). 
"So why'd you chose to learn karate?" I asked Katie as we changed into our gi's. "I..I..I don't really want to talk about it," she said. Come on, you can tell me," I said. "Well, okay," she said, then leaned over and whispered in my ear, "I'm gay. I'm taking it to defend myself." I was stunned. I walked out of the room, not knowing what to say.

The rest of the lesson went well. There were only 3 girls in the dojo, and 14 guys. I knocked all of them down with spinning kicks. I could see Katie looking impressed. She didn't do bad herself. She could heel-kick for 6 feet.

As we walked to the bus stop after a practice, we talked about anything. Then, as we got onto the bus, a girl, I guess who Katie knew, cut in front of her. "Hey, I wan't to get on that bus too," Katie protested. "Queers get on last, fag," the girl said. I blew up. 

"Hey you bitch! You've got no right to call her gay!" I yelled. 

"And I guess your her lover, huh?" the girl taunted. I hit her with a palm strike, kneed her in the stomach, and chopped her across the back of the neck. As we got on the bus, I heard a few people clapping.

"That was so cool! Thank you so much," Katie said as we sat down. 

"No problem. She's a real bitch. How do you know her?" I asked. 

"She's my neighbor. I love where I live, it's just hell to go outside. There's always someone trying to taunt me or hit me," she explained. 

We sat in silence for a few minutes until my stop came up. As I got up, so did Katie. "Hey, where do you live?" I asked. 

"Maple Street," she answered. 

"Really? I live on Walnut. Why don't I see you around?" I replied as we stepped off the bus. 

"I'm home-schooled. My family knows that I'm gay. They support it," she said.

"You, uh, want to sleep over tonight? You could teach me that move. My parents are leaving as soon as I get home. Plus, I think Cindy, that girl at the stop, might try to get revenge. She's got a gang going, too." Katie said. "I'll be over at seven, okay?" I said. "Okay," she said, smiling shyly at me. 

As I walked home, I felt something between my legs that I hadn't felt in a while. That tingle that most girls get when they're aroused. As I visualized Katie's body in my mind, that tingle increased until it was at a fever pitch. Those long legs, that brown hair, those perfect lips, and those not-quite-fully-developed breasts. I ran my hands over my covered cunt once and I exploded inside my pants.

I started over to Katie's house around 6:45. She was waiting there for me, sitting on her porch. I noticed that she had changed her clothes. She had been wearing baggy jeans and a baggy sweatshirt. Now she was wearing a sheer lace top that pronounced her tits, and skintight jeans that caused her pussy mound to protrude very slightly. I dropped my bag and sat beside her. "Hey, wassup?" I asked. "Nuthin really," she said. I looked over at her, and saw that she had been crying. What's the matter?" I asked. "This and this," she said, pushing her hair back to reveal a bandaged lump. Then she handed my a note. I won't reveal the contents, but let's say that they made me want to kill Cindy at that time. We looked at each other, seeing something in each other. We leaned towards each other, enveloping each other in a hug. I felt Katie's teeth nibbling at the skin on my neck, and I held her closer. We broke off, and went inside.

I dropped my bags in her room, and began to go back downstairs when Katie came to the foot of the stairs with a box of pizza. "I ordered out," she said, and came upstairs. "Let me at it," I said as we stepped into her room. "Not yet. I want you to show me that combo that you did to Cindy first," she said. "Okay, okay. Step back. First I did a palm strike," I said as I demonstrated the move almost hitting Katie in the face but stopping short. "then a knee to the stomach," stopping to demonstrate this move. I bent her over, then softly kneed her in the gut. My leg stayed there for a few seconds, then my foot dropped between her legs. She caught it, kissed it, then rubbed into in her cunt. We moaned, kneeling on her floor, my foot still in her cunt. With one hand she began to unbutton her top, her nipples poking through her white cotton bra.

I threw off my sweatshirt, revealing my moderate lumps encased in a white silk bra. "I like silk," I said. "It matches my panties," I added. "I wear lace thong panties. I'm not too proud of my top half, but my bottom half is my pride and joy," Katie said. With that she dropped my foot, stood up, and dropped her panties. "Damn girl! What you do, put dental floss on?!" I exclaimed. Her panties were black, with a one-inch thick band on lace, and a one-inch thong. All the pussy hair around it was shaved off.

Katie pushed my foot away to peel off her thong. She grabbed my foot and pushed it back in her pussy, then grabbed my other foot and rubbed it on her clit. I leaned back, enjoying the feeling I was receiving through my legs. I felt a sudden jolt, then a wetness covered my feet. ""Let me get that," she said. "Hold on," I said. I crawled over her, leaving my feet near her mouth, and curved my body so that I could get to her pussy. As Katie licked and nibbled my feet clean, I licked and nibbled her pussy at first clean, but then I made her come again.

As soon as I rolled off Katie, I had my jeans pulled off, leaving only my silk underwear. That was when the door flew open, and Cindy threw herself in. "How the HELL did you get in here?!" Katie exclaimed. "I snuck...ewww, it smells like lesbians in here," she complained. That was all it took. I flipped myself up, and took down Cindy. We stripped her, then gagged her with a sock and tied her to the floor with socks we put a couple of garbage bags Katie found. We then took turns urinating over her, drenching her. "Listen up. I've taken enough of your shit for too long. You're going to leave out that window, go home, shower, and forget about this and about harassing me. Got it?" Katie asserted. Through the gag Cindy nodded. She was out of there almost as soon as the socks were untied.

We turned to each other, smiling. This time our lips met in a kiss of friendship and gratitude. Our bodies moved together, our hands explored. My hands ran over Katie's clit, squeezed between her legs. Her hands found my bra, undid it and squeezed the nipples underneath. She then slid my panties off, fingered my cunt. We broke the kiss, both exhausted. Katie flopped down on the bed, and I grabbed a slice of now cold pizza. "Have you ever made out with anyone like that before?" Katie asked. "Once, with my brother," I answered. "Your brother? Isn't that incest?" she questioned. "Yeah, technically. Who cares? What about you?" I said. "I once made out with one of my teachers when I was still public-schooled," she answered. 

I looked down at the slice of pizza, and got an idea. "What's your favorite fantasy?" I asked. "I would love to make out with you on satin sheets, using food as toys. To experience a true woman," Katie answered. "You?" she added. "I would love to make it come true," I said sexily. We knew it would come true. "My mom has satin sheets. You go get the food," Katie said as we threw on our clothes. 

When I came back it was a different room. The lights had been turned low, the shades were drawn. A dark blue sating sheet lay on the bed. I unloaded my haul: Two carrot sticks, grapes, chocolate sauce, strawberries, and two hot dogs. "I hope your mother doesn't want these sheets back," I said. "She's got a bunch. She won't miss these," Katie said.

"I've always wanted to see what's it's like to be fucked up the ass," Katie said. "but my sexual orientation has prevented that," she added. I took one of the hot dogs and lathered it in chocolate sauce. "Tell me if it hurts," I said as I pushed it up her ass. "Damn! It hurts so good! Stop!" she whimpered as I got half-way up her ass. She was in ecstasy. After she calmed down she did me. The feeling of a hot dog up your ass is one of pure delight. We jiggled them around, pushed them in and out, and eventually the come came dripping down our legs.

I then reached for one of the carrot sticks, and a grape. "This is a cool game. We have to get the grape from one mouth to the other with each thrust of the carrot. As we stuck the carrot between us and slowly eased it into our pussies, I popped the grape into my mouth, then locked lips with Katie. I thrust the stick, and popped the grape into her mouth. We went back and forth, until we both experienced explosive orgasms.

We took the carrot that was covered in come and looked at it. Katie was the first to put it in her mouth. I followed suit, and together we ate the come covered stick until our lips met again. I grabbed the second stick and rammed it into her cunt, causing her to cry out. I pushed her down to the bed, and continued my assault on her. Suddenly her hands shot up and grabbed hold of my tits, pulling me down to the bed. Katie mounted me, and assaulted me with the same stick. The orgasm I had shook the bed.

After resting for about ten minutes in which time Katie went to the bathroom, I grabbed the chocolate syrup and hid in the closet. When she came back in I jumped out and wrestled her to the bed, where I held down her hands and sat on her stomach, the syrup lying next to me. "If I let you go, will you stay where you are?" I asked. "Yes," she answered, so I let go of her hands to get the syrup. But she beat me to it, grabbing the bottle and squirting me in the face. I jumped up on the bed, and she got me again, in the crotch. I leaned to get the bottle, but she moved it away. I sat on her stomach, but that just let her get me even more. When I finally got the bottle, I covered her with the sticky topping. I fell on top of her, and we fell into a deep session of lovemaking covered in chocolate syrup. It was amazingly sensuous. 

We broke the session after about and hour, and decided to take showers. "Together or apart?" she asked. We just smiled at each other. We made each other come five times each, just using a soap bar.

We fell asleep in each other's arms, her nipple in my mouth, my foot in her cunt.

Katie



Katie grew more and more excited. It was Halloween once again and her favourite time of year. She couldn't wait until it got dark so that she could go out; she had been looking forward to this for such a long time.

Finally, the sun began to set. She watched it through the window as it disappeared behind the buildings at the other end of the gardens at the rear of the house. The light began to fade rapidly and the darkness descended, removing the last vestiges of the day. It was time.

She walked through the dark wooden front door of the house and down the overgrown garden path to the gate. She quickly stepped through it onto the sidewalk and turned right to head down to Main Street.

Setting off, she smiled as she travelled. She watched the other children 'Trick or Treating' and mostly being given sweets by the neighbouring residents. Katie didn't Trick or Treat herself, but loved to watch the others doing it. She stood beneath an old tree and watched a while longer.

She continued on, down past the pretty, brightly coloured houses. Lots of them had candlelit pumpkins outside and decorations at the windows. She felt so happy that she began to skip along until she finally reached Main Street. At the junction she turned right. The streetlights here were bright and she was surprised at how many stores were still open at this time in the evening. She smiled with glee because it gave her a chance to see the beautiful things for sale in the windows.

Katie stopped to look and marvel at so many things, many of which she simply didn't understand the purpose of, but they looked so pretty.

As she reached the end of a row of businesses she met a young couple as they strolled around the corner towards her, arm in arm. The girl let out an involuntary shriek and took a step back away from Katie. The boy laughed at his partner and said to Katie, "Hey, that's really cool kid. Nice outfit. It's really very scary. You deserve to win a prize."

The girl on his arm grinned sheepishly, but still seemed nervous. Katie gave them both a sweet smile, waved goodbye and continued on her way.

The town had changed a lot. The shoe store that she used to enjoy looking at was now selling videos. Some of the pictures on the packaging frightened her, so she moved quickly on. The lovely old grocery store on the corner had been pulled down and replaced by a newer, more modern property with large, brightly lit windows. The food sat in long rows upon the shelves, stretching back away from the storefront.

At the end of Main Street Katie came to the old Picture House. It looked sad and forlorn. The signs displaying the last film were broken and the neon lights were off. The paint on the doors was peeling and the windows boarded up. The concrete structure was damp and crumbling. It had closed down and was now derelict. Nobody seemed to think that the building was worth using, or keeping, or even demolishing. It just stood there, gradually decaying. Katie remembered seeing lots of movies there, including her favourite film; Snow White.

As a group of people crossed the road to the other side Katie followed them, she then turned to walk back along Main Street.

Walking east, she shortly came across a small group of teenagers gathered at the next corner. They looked at her and moved aside to let her pass through them. She heard their voices as she walked away. Katie appreciated their admiring comments, although she wondered about them a little as they all seemed to be dressed very oddly. Each of them wore very dark clothes and make up. Most of them appeared to be adorned with bits of metal.

Katie felt sad now, because she was coming to the end of her walk. She followed another group of people as they crossed to the North side of Main and then turned the corner into the street in which her family's house stood.

She walked back up to the dark building, once again admiring the pretty decorations on all of the other houses.

Turning through the gate she walked up the path to the front door. She stepped through it, upset that Halloween was over for another year.

Katie had always loved Halloween. Always. Ever since the baby-sitter had put the razor against her throat and cut her from ear to ear. 



Katie



"Katie, I'm going to miss you so much!" 

Allison had just returned back to the dorm room sporting her usual getup; grey school logo sweats and a tattered white tank top that fought hard to hold up her ample chest. The blonde hair that normally lazed over her shoulders was pulled back in a ponytail, making her sparkling blue eyes stand out even more. She skirted past the packing boxes lined all over the floor to get to Katie.

"Aww, I'm going to miss you too. Can't believe I graduated and you won't be my little roomy anymore."

Katie kicked aside a basket of clothes blocking the space between her and her roommate and reached out her arms. Allison met the embrace of her friend and they swayed back and forth laughing. Katie always felt like a kid sister to Ally, as she called her, when they hugged due to her own small five-foot frame. Her roommate was a little over half a foot taller than her, using her height and athleticism to enjoy an array of college sports.

Katie had no complaints, though. She was in great shape, having run every morning that she was on campus for the past 4 years. She also loved how vibrant her shoulder-length crimson locks shown when out in the sunlight. Her favorite feature, however, was her bottom. Even though she had a small frame and proportioned features, her ass was always very thick and shapely. Katie hated it growing up but after entering high school, she soon found that it was something desired by most guys and envied by most girls.

Their laughter subsiding, Ally pulled back from the hug and looked down into Katie's eyes and held her hands.

"I had so much fun with you being my roommate. I don't know how I'm going to make it through my senior year without you." Ally batted back a tear.

"I'm sure you'll do fine, babe." Katie stood up on her tiptoes and kissed her friend's cheek before plopping back down.

"I hope so." Allison let Katie's hand fall out of her own and then brought her hands up to the sides of Katie's face. "Really gonna miss that bright red head of yours, guiding me to the right lecture halls." They started giggling again and Katie slightly shoved her friend, causing her friend to stumble backwards onto the bed with Katie in tow due to Ally's instinctive tightened grip on her face.

They continued laughing for a few moments, Ally wiping the tears now streaming from her friend's face. Ally being very athletic and stronger, she didn't really feel anchored down by Katie's weight on top of her.

"You know you have to pay for that, right?" Allison stared her friend down, still smiling.

"Oh, yeah? How are you going to make me pay?" Katie smirked at Ally, almost daring her with her eyes for a consequence.

"Like this..." Ally began spanking Katie on her backside, all but surprising the other girl. Katie tried to wiggle away out of the other girl's clutches but her friend was much more athletic and stronger than she. Ally had maneuvered from under Katie while keeping her face down as she continued the assault on her friend's ass. Allison was now holding Katie down with her left arm as she slammed down several heavy handed blows to the black skin-tight shorts of the other.

"Please, I'm sorry!!!" Katie was screaming and trying to buck away from the blows, heavily breathing.

"I believe you." Ally watched as several of the blows she landed missed and caught contact with bare skin, causing Katie's pasty back thighs to become red.

"Ally, it's really hurting!! I'm so sorry, may you please stop." Her ass would noticeably clench in anticipation of the next smack.

"I'm sorry, Katie." Unfortunately, Ally only started to hit her harder. She didn't want to hurt her friend but just was intrigued by the way Katie's ass jiggled with each hit.

Katie began a slight sob that made Ally worry, yet she didn't stop the spanking.

"Please, Ally....please..." Katie had turned her head to the side in an attempt to look at her friend. Tears were streaming down her face and her nose was running.

Ally felt terrible so she decided that after each blow she would rub her friend's bottom to alleviate some of the pain. She struck down and then would rub in a clockwise rotation.

"Is that a bit better?" Ally positioned her face near her friend's so they could see each other's eyes.

Katie nodded slowly while staring intensely at her friend.

While they stared at each other, Katie winced as the next strike came down. A slight gasp came out of her mouth. Then just as quickly, the soothing rub from her friend.

"You know that I don't mean to hurt you?" Ally had moved her arm off of her friend's back and was using it to lean on the bed as she talked to Katie in a hushed whisper.

Katie nodded, her eyes still transfixed on her friend. Then, expectedly, she received another strike followed by a caress. This time, however, after the caress Ally gripped the fleshy bottom and squeezed roughly. Katie slightly moaned and then yelped as she was immediately smacked again. Ally kept looking into Katie's eyes which vaguely seemed spaced out. Another rub, another squeeze, another smack. More staring, more moaning, more gasps.

"Do you want me to stop?" Ally never stopped her barrage of attacks as she awaited her answer.

Katie remained silent, save for the sounds that escaped during gasping and moaning.

Ally put her face even closer to Katie's so that her mouth was near the other's left ear.

"I asked if you want me to stop." Ally intensified everything: the slaps were harder, the rubbing was longer, and the squeezing was rougher.

Katie's reactions adjusted as well. The yelps and gasps were louder, the heavy breathing was more frequent, and her moaning lasted longer. Still, Katie didn't answer to her friend's question.

Ally smiled just a bit, her face still by her friend's ear such that Katie couldn't see her face. She moved her head down from the ear so that she now was looking at Katie's neck. The muscle in it quivered every time Katie would grimace and tense up for another slap. Katie had started to sniffle more as the slaps were coming faster and harder. All of her skin was glistening due to the ordeal.

As Ally was on the squeezing part of her assault, she squeezed longer than usual and then just held the flesh in her hand. Gazing still at the moist neck, she stuck her tongue out and, in a long fluid motion, lapped up a trickle of moisture on Katie's neck. It was very salty and she loved the taste. She lapped several more times gathering up the salty sweat. During this, Katie continued to breathe heavily being unsure as to what would happen next.

After Ally finished tasting her friend's neck, she placed her lips near the newly clean area and rested them on the soft skin. She began kneading Katie's ass again which promptly received a reaction of more groaning.

Ally couldn't help herself; the feel of the flesh in her hands and the softness of the neck caused her to open her mouth just a little and press her teeth down. She bit into Katie, causing the girl to whimper out. When she bit down, she kept the teeth sunk into her friend's neck and ran her tongue over the bit of flesh trapped in her mouth.

Ally stopped her kneading and tucked her thumb into the waistband and started to peel the black shorts down...

**********

Katie was heading home, finally, away from school forever, excluding times she may have decided to go visit friends. Her dad, John, came to campus to pick her up and they laboriously got everything packed into the old Suburban before heading home.

"Katie, I'm going to need to go out of town and you and Sarah will have to tend to the house on your own." As her dad said this, he gave her a look.

"O.k. dad, it's no problem." Katie looked straight forward out the truck's windshield. Her arms were crossed and she kept a blank look on her face.

"I know that Sarah isn't your mom but I really hope that you two are able to get along." John looked back at traffic, visibly shaken at the thought of his daughter and wife having to deal with each other without him around.

"It's no problem, dad. I'm not some little kid that doesn't understand that you needed to move on after you and mom's divorce." Katie still didn't look at him.

"Yes dear, I know that. It just seems to me that you two aren't really that close. I don't want you two to be enemies."

"Well, dad I didn't exactly get the chance to know her since you dated her during my freshmen year and married her the following year. I was in school and was just bombarded with you saying 'Here's Sarah, my girlfriend' and then 'Sarah and I are getting married'. It just happened so fast but, like I said, I understand." Katie rolled her eyes. Even though she was a recent college grad and was twenty-three, she felt like she was defending herself as an adolescent.

"Ok honey, I'm sorry." I just want the best for both of you. John had obviously been contemplating this entire conversation on the drive to the campus.

He showed all the signs of stress: darkened eye blotches, wearisome looking creases in the forehead, and a hunched demeanor. Just a few years back, when he was just turning fifty, he had an entirely different look. He always played tennis to keep in shape and was always throwing dinner parties. With the economy going to hell and his job laying off six-hundred staff members, there was no time in the day to do anything but worry.

They were finally pulling into a cul de sac, where their house was at the center. Katie grimaced as she saw the old Ford Taurus sitting in the driveway. It was Sarah's. Katie didn't like feeling this way but she somehow was still uneasy about her so-called stepmother. Sarah had never really said anything to offend Katie but the fact that she lived there, in Katie's and her dad's house, made her feel like an outsider was intruding.

"Ok, remember to be nice." John ran his hand through his brown hair.

"Dad, I'm not twelve." Katie and her dad got out of the vehicle choosing to engage in the daunting task of unpacking at some other time. Katie trailed her dad to the house preparing to not seem so "down" about having to see Sarah or hang out with her while her dad was gone.

They entered through the house, Katie heading straight towards her room. Luckily, nobody took it upon themselves to rearrange any of her belongings. She sat on the bed thinking about how things were going to be with her dad gone. Katie crooked her head to the side pensively. It came to her realization that she didn't know how long he was going to be out of town and when he was leaving.

She went over to her dresser to search for a clean tee to put on. Although she really needed a shower, she decided to get the questioning out of the way first. Looking down at her black shorts, she wondered if she should perhaps change those as well; the front of them had traces of white stains on them. Katie figured that no one would be eyeing her that much so she just went along with the task of changing shirts before she headed out to the kitchen where she heard her dad and stepmom talking.

As Katie came into the kitchen, Sarah was standing at the table next to John with her hands wrapped around an old coffee mug.

"Hello, Katie. How are you this afternoon?" Sarah had an assertive, yet feminine voice. It wasn't hard to imagine how she ran things at her downtown office.

"Hi. I'm fine." Katie always felt a little awkward around Sarah the few times that they actually were near each other. To add to her authoritative voice, Sarah easily towered over Katie, standing at an Amazonian grace of six feet and three inches. Katie eyed the woman carefully for the first time since she's known her, realizing that though the woman was a year older than John, at 54, she clearly had the look of a woman just nearing 40. Her body competed with the girls on campus, although Katie wasn't sure as to how she stayed in shape.

Still, she thought to herself, it would've been nice for him to make sure they got to know each other before bringing some lady into the house.

"Hey dad, when are you going out of town?" Katie glanced at Sarah to see if the woman's sentiment was the same as hers in regard to them having to be together.

"I'm leaving tomorrow morning, very early." John looked down at his feet, not wanting to look at either of the ladies.

"Oh, ok. Well how long are you going to be gone? A couple of days?"

"Actually, I'm going to be gone for a week."

"Wow, umm ok..." Katie's reaction and face let everyone in the room know that she was not ok with her dad being gone that long while she had to be left with Sarah.

"Maybe we'll get a chance to catch up." Sarah was looking down at Katie with a slight smile. Or perhaps it was a smirk.

Katie just frowned a bit and turned to go to her room, not saying anything else.

"Well, that was a tad rude." Sarah's smile still hadn't left her face as she turned to face John.

"Give her some time. I think she's still not used to the fact that all of these developments took place so quickly and she wasn't a part of it." John still had a beaten down look on his own face. He turned and went to their room where he could start packing for his early morning flight.

**********

Katie felt the pressure of the elongated bite on her neck but she didn't say anything. With her shorts being pulled down, she welcome slight breeze on her burning ass. Another brush stroke of a tongue passed over her partially engulfed neck and her eyes half closed again.

As Katie lay on the bed with tears, sweat, and snot pooling on her face, she felt a finger passing over her ass and eventually stopping on her lips. The finger entered slowly almost being sucked in with all of the moisture being emitted from within her. Katie closed her eyes as slow rhythmic circling began between her lips. The torturous bite ended and she felt the teeth make her ear their newest victim.

Her ear surrounded with lips and teeth, the hungry tongue swirled and tasted every inch causing goose bumps to appear on the back of her neck. Another finger joined its comrade in invading her and as it plunged deeper, her ass betrayed her and pushed back. The mouth left her ear and kissed its way down the side of her face until its lips were level with her own. The soft lips pressed against her closed mouth for a moment before the tongue came out, silently asking for entry.

Katie hadn't planned on letting the greedy tongue inside but the duo below her waist kept turning so sensually and deeply that she had to let moans escape out of her. It was during one of these very moments that the tongue came inside. Her mouth was being explored slowly with her own tongue being the last research specimen. While her tongue was being tasted over, the other pair of lips was wildly sucking on her own. 

Just as her ass had done, her tongue became a traitor and followed the other tongue back into the other mouth. As her tongue and lips played with the enemy's, her ass started rotating around and allowing the fingers deeper entry. Right after the fingers were welcomed in further, Katie noticed that she was starting to get a trembling feeling deep within her. She started sobbing realizing what her body had planned to do. Closing her eyes, she started moaning louder as the other mouth swallowed the sounds. 

The feeling inside her was building very fast and the fingers were pumping at an insane speed. Though her eyes were closed, she started seeing bits of light particles. Her ass was begging for more and more of the fingers until she felt another one enter her. The mouth released its spell over her own mouth and broke away. Without the muffler, her moans which had turned to screaming were bouncing from wall to wall.

With her pussy still being invaded and pumped ferociously, the other hand turned her over so that she was now staring at the ceiling. Katie figured that if she just started to count the ceiling tiles that the feeling within her might go away and that the fingers would dissolve. Unfortunately, the fingers did come out but only to be replaced with slaps. Katie began to feel as if she was losing herself as the hand kept coming down and landing squarely over her clitoris.

She had lost count of the tiles and was now reaching out for mercy with her right hand. She raised her left hand to her mouth and started to suck on her index finger as her right hand had found solace in some long blonde hair. She reached around to find a knot in the back of the hair and pull it apart so that the hair was now freely flowing. She continued sucking on her own finger while staring at the ceiling.

Her right hand was now massaging a scalp and caressing a face. The slaps kept coming down and was now being alternated with the trio of fingers scooping inside of her pussy. Katie started a confusion of hysterical laughter mixed with crying. She didn't know what to do. The feeling was increasing as the juices leaked out of her onto her asshole. It was going to come. She could feel it. Why wouldn't it leave?

Katie grabbed at the other scalp pulling it towards her. As the lips neared her own she opened her mouth waiting for the tongue to come inside of her again. It tasted so good. Katie looked into blue eyes that stared back at her. The other face pulled back and eyed Katie for some time and then a hand came up to grab Katie's mouth, squeezing at her cheeks and forcing her mouth open. The other hand was still slapping and fingering her down below.

The blue eyes sparkled before the face puckered its lips. The face came down nearer to Katie's forced open mouth and started releasing a stream of drool into it. Katie held the spittle into her mouth while the other mouth clamped back down over her own. The two tongues shared the little pool, pushing it back and forth between each other's mouth as Katie was starting to feel it come...

Katie woke up with a start. She looked around her room to find that she couldn't see anything. While waiting on her eyes to adjust to the dark, she glanced at the bedside clock. It was a little past eleven. Katie couldn't believe that she slept so late. She remembered that she had come in to take a nap after hearing her dad give her that awful story about leaving her in the house with this woman she hardly knew.

Katie reached over and turned on her bedside lamp. Looking down at her black shorts, she realized that she really had better go ahead and take that shower. She decided to go to the kitchen first to grab some water and grab towels out of the closet.

Katie saw that her stepmom was in the living room watching the local news.

"Have you finally decided to wake up?" Sarah sat with her long legs stretched over the sofa wearing a plush red robe. Her brunette hair lay down over her shoulders surrounding her face making her look even younger.

"Yeah." Katie didn't want to sound rude but she really didn't feel like the 'Why don't we get to know each other' conversation.

Sarah smiled icily. So, it's going to be this way, she thought to herself.

"Please come here, Katie." Sarah kept her voice controlled, yet commanding.

Katie sighed heavily as she half-slammed the fridge shut. She walked over to where Sarah was and stood by her feeling a lot better that the woman was not standing.

Sarah looked Katie over trying to figure out the best approach of speaking to the young girl. She noticed that Katie's shorts appeared to have white residue over the crotch and that the girl's shirt was soaked with sweat. Sarah shifted, adjusting her legs.

"You know, Katie, I really don't want there to be any animosity between us. You seem like a nice girl and I won't try to replace your mom."

"Thanks for the pep talk. I'm going to take a shower now." Katie turned to walk away being frustrated for having wasted the time to even speak to the lady.




Katie



Sarah smiled her cold smile again. Upon seeing Katie turned to leave, Sarah noticed for the first time how truly thick her stepdaughter's ass was. It seemed to come from nowhere, with the young girl's body not seeming to have been able to have such a behind. As Katie disappeared around the corner, Sarah reached into her robe massaging her left breast before reaching down to calm her already stirring vagina.

**********

The next day was pretty much a blur as everyone had business to take care of from very early on. Sarah was at work and John had already caught his flight. Katie decided to spend the day running errands and catching up with neighborhood friends. She didn't return home until that evening around 6. She rushed straight into her room to shower and change clothes for a night out with some old friends.

Katie was very happy that her stepmom wasn't home yet and figured that she'd hurry and dress before her stepmom came home. After showering, she threw on a turquoise baby-doll tank top to contrast with her bright red hair and white pleated miniskirt. Following a bit of searching through the closet, she found her five-inch stiletto spiked heels that matched the sexy tank top. Having gotten the hard part out the way, she went ahead with adding make-up and accessories and flew out the door as fast as she could.

Sarah got home within minutes of Katie leaving and went to go shower off the day's craziness. After grabbing herself a yogurt snack, she headed to the other end of the home to see if Katie was there. Seeing the bed littered with different outfits she figured that Katie had probably went out. She came back to the kitchen to look for Katie's number on the refrigerator. She called the number using the house phone and after two rings, the cell phone went to voicemail.

Sarah pondered this. She knew that whenever she didn't want to talk to someone, she would end the call immediately sending them to voicemail. She called again and this time the phone went to voicemail after one ring. Sarah sat down at the table in her red robe, her face becoming the same color as her garment.

Sarah wasn't used to being mouthed off to or brushed aside as a rag doll. She went to her room and closed the door. She fixed herself up as if she was going out: she put on a white tight-fitting cap-sleeved shirt and a black mini. She finished off the ensemble with her high-heeled black pumps with the ankle strap. She eyed herself in the mirror deciding on how she wanted to wear her hair. Her decision turned out to involve pinning her hair back and up as many of her professors had done in college. Opening of the drawers, she found an old pair of glasses that she used to wear and put those on as well.

Sarah strolled back into the kitchen and reached above the cabinets to grab the Napa Valley Cabernet. She poured herself a glass of the wine and sat at the kitchen table to wait...

**********

The front door came open a few minutes after twelve followed by soft irregular clopping. Sarah straightened up at the table. The few hours of sipping on the wine had slouched her a bit. She turned her gaze towards the hallway leading from the front door. She watched as Katie slightly stumbled in holding onto the walls for guidance.

"Good evening, Katie." Sarah rimmed her wine glass with her middle finger.

"Sure." Katie continued to walk through the kitchen passing the table where Sarah sat.

As Katie was nearing her room door she felt a violent tug on the back of her hair and she halfway collapsed against another body behind her.

"Bitch, I said good evening." Sarah hadn't raised her voice at all. She had a handful of red hair in her fist and her wine glass in the other hand.

"What are you doing? Get off of me." Katie tried to struggle away but Sarah was too strong for her. She tried pulling away as Sarah held tightly onto her hair and guided her back towards the middle of the home. As they reached the living room, Sarah sat her glass down on a table and directed Katie towards one of the couches.

Sarah pushed Katie onto the couch causing her stepdaughter's miniskirt to flap above her nice round ass revealing a white laced thong. Katie half turned around looking at her stepmother incredulously as if she had just committed the hugest crime.

"What the hell are you doing?!! How dare you put your hands on me??!!!" Katie reached back to where her fiery hair was pulled and rubbed slowly.

"I'm really tired of your attitude and I can't have you out of control." Sarah straightened the wrinkles out of her shirt and tucked her black skirt under her as she began to sit down beside Katie.

Katie started to move slightly away but before she could she felt a hand grasp her hair again. With the hand preventing her from moving, her stepmother pulled at her left leg pulling Katie back closer. Sarah kept her eyes on the lace thong that was on Katie's ass as she slid the girl backwards over her knee.

"Katie, you'd be best off if you didn't make this any worse." Sarah rested her hand over her stepdaughter's ass.

"What are you going to do?" The fear was very evident in Katie's voice as she spoke. She was able to turn her head a bit to try and discern from her stepmother's face what she was planning to do.

"Turn and put your face down." Sarah yanked at her stepdaughter's hair making it clear that she wasn't to be disobeyed. Katie slowly turned back around and put her hear head down.

Sarah took her hand off of Katie's ass and raised it high into the air. With a swift movement, she brought the hand down hard onto her stepdaughter's ass.

"Oww. Sarah, what the fuck are you doing?!? You can't spank me, I'm grown and not your daughter!!!"

Sarah brought her hand up and swung again.

"Stop it!!! You're a fucking psycho!" Katie's voice had begun to quiver a bit as she was on the verge of crying.

Sarah came down again on Katie's ass. Her stepdaughter broke into tears. She was trying to keep from crying but her stepmom was so strong.

"I can and I am spanking you. You will learn to respect me. You can start by calling me mother." Sarah swung down again on Katie taking note of how quickly her stepdaughter's ass was turning red. Katie screamed out pain.

"You're not my mother!!! I'm not calling you that!" Katie spoke in between sobs.

At this last comment, Sarah decided to stop the long drawn out strikes and switch to a flurry of hits. She took her hand and started to repeatedly hit Katie on her ass over and over again.

"Please stop it. I don't want anymore. Please. Just stop it, Sarah." Katie was wiggling around but never too much as the grip on her hair would cause more harm.

"What did you call me?" Sarah made the flurry of attacks on her stepdaughter's ass harder.

"Sarah, stop it....Don't do this to me!" Katie was loudly sobbing now, moving her hips and trying unsuccessfully to avoid the hits.

Sarah continued spanking the young girl. After about fifteen seconds had passed she again increased the power of her strikes.

"No, no, no...I'm sorry, Sarah...I'm so, so sorry...Don't hurt me anymore!!" Katie was trying to put her hand behind her but that only resulted in more hair pulling. Sarah stopped long enough to pull down her stepdaughter's thong and then continued on, always increasing the power.

Katie began kicking her legs back and forth, her turquoise heels shining brightly. Still, Sarah only slapped Katie's wiggling ass harder and harder.

"Will you please, please give me another chance??!" Katie had tears soaking the couch. Only more hits rained down on her bright red ass.

"I won't be disrespectful anymore, I promise...Stop it, please...Please stop spanking me...MOTHER, forgive me!!!" Katie screamed out this last part very loud. The spanking subsided.

Sarah rested her hand once more on her stepdaughter's ass. She was amazed, still, at its size.

"I see that you're starting to learn." Sarah released her grip on her poor stepdaughter's hair and watched as the vibrant red head just dropped into the couch. Katie was still slightly kicking her legs at a very slow speed. She was still crying as she lay over her stepmother's knees.

"Do you know why I had to do that, Katie?" Sarah began slightly rubbing over her stepdaughter's ass to comfort the pained bottom.

Katie's head nodded in confirmation.

"Tell me why I did it." Sarah raised her hand and slammed down hard on Katie's ass. A pained grunt came out of Katie.

"You had to...teach me...a lesson." Katie's voice was quiet and subdued, talking between whimpers.

"Teach a lesson for what?" Sarah spanked her stepdaughter once more. Katie yelped out again.

"You...had to...teach me...about being...a...bad girl." Katie continued sobbing into the couch.

"Good girl." Sarah rubbed Katie's ass a bit more and then pulled her miniskirt back over it, the thongs still pulled partially down.

"May I go now?" Katie had turned her head around to look at her stepmother.

Sarah smacked Katie's ass again through the thin miniskirt material. Katie gasped out.

"I mean...May I go now, mother?" Katie looked fearfully into her stepmother's eyes.

"You may, dear." Sarah sat there as Katie slowly rose up off of her. Katie got up and reached around her thighs to pull her thong back up. She started to walk away.

Sarah glanced down at her own legs feeling the sweat from her stepdaughter. She couldn't believe her eyes; right there on her left knee was something that clearly wasn't sweat. She hopped up off of the couch and caught up to her slowly walking stepdaughter. She grabbed the young girl by her neck and guided her to the wall.

Katie had gasped and jumped when she felt the woman grabbing her from behind. She screamed as she was turned around and pushed roughly up against the wall. She stared up at Sarah, frozen in place.

"You little nasty bitch." Sarah pulled back her right hand and slapped Katie across the face. Katie's face spun to the right due to the impact. Tears began coming out of her eyes once more.

"Did you get off on me spanking you??!!!?" Sarah looked down sharply into Katie's eyes causing Katie to look more worried.

"No!" Katie started sniffing. Sarah slapped her again.

"No, mother!" Katie continued to look into her stepmother's eyes looking for a sign of trouble.

Sarah reached under Katie's miniskirt and pulled at the thong, yanking them down so they fell around Katie's ankles and rested on her heels. The thongs out of the way, Sarah placed her hand over her stepdaughter's mound and grazed it slowly with her fingers. Placing her fingers at Katie's pussy lips, she found the slick residue that she suspected.

Katie flinched at the touch of the fingers over her lips checking her pussy for signs of wetness. The fingers didn't stop, however. They reached further into her vagina causing her to let out a little sigh.

Sarah stared Katie down with a menacing scowl, having found that her stepdaughter's little pussy was dribbling with wetness from the spanking. She released her hand off of the little wet vagina and put her face level with Katie's.

"Stay right here until I come back." She stayed there several moments after giving the order. Then Katie spoke up.

"Yes, mother." Katie looked down as a guilty child.

Sarah went to her room returning within a few minutes sporting some sort of rope wrapped over her right arm. She reached Katie, still leaning on the wall obediently with her thong resting at the ankles. Sarah dropped the strange rope on the ground. Katie's stepmother began pulling upwards on her turquoise tank top and Katie responded by lifting her arms up in the air. Not having worn a bra that night, her milky white breasts were immediately exposed as the shirt was thrown to the side.

Sarah viciously grabbed at Katie's hips, spinning her around so that she faced the wall and was pushed onto it. The coldness of the drywall onto Katie's nipples caused them to stiffen abruptly. Her arms were pulled behind her back and held together with her stepmother's strong grip. Soon afterwards, she felt a surprisingly soft material that she assumed to be the rope that had lay on the floor.

Sarah continued to bind Katie's arms together with the Japanese rope that she had retrieved from her room chest. It was a deep purple and though it looked rough, it had a soft feel to it to avoid unnecessary marks being shown. Finishing the knot, Sarah reached down to slide the thongs completely off of the young girl tapping at Katie's leg to get her to step out of them.

The stern stepmother tugged at Katie's rope, leading the poor girl backwards towards the couch where she had first suffered her stepmother's spanking.

Sarah sat Katie down on the sofa looking into the young girl's eyes. It seemed to Sarah that Katie's eyes were on different thinking patterns than that of the little girl's pussy. She grabbed at her stepdaughter's neck and half-choking her, guided her head to the armrest of the couch, using her other hand to lift Katie's legs up onto the couch as well.

Katie tensed up as she could hardly breathe. Her face was turning red from the pressure to her carotid artery but she didn't say anything. She didn't want to displease her stepmother. She stared at the ceiling as her stepmother had positioned her so that the back of her neck arched over the armrest with her legs resting on the couch. The miniskirt that she was wearing was serving no purpose; it had rolled up during the maneuver and now her freshly shaven pussy lay exposed.

Sarah kneeled on the ground near the couch grabbing her stepdaughter's chin so that she faced her. Katie's eyes were puffy from all of the crying she had been doing and she looked at her stepmother with a mixture of fear and something else. She began, promptly, to try and free herself from the rope.

"Little girls shouldn't get excited when they're disciplined." Sarah had relaxed her face once again and was back to speaking in her assertive controlled tone. As she continued staring at Katie, her hand traveled from the girl's chin and down her neck.

"I know. I'm sorry mother." Katie spoke slowly and still with a bit of hesitation in her voice.

"It's alright, Katie. You just have to be trained." Her hand continued down over the stepdaughter's left breast, stopping long enough to circle the nipple with a thumb.

Sarah remained streaming her hand down Katie's torso until she had found the leaking hot pussy.

"You have to learn to not be turned on by such touches." Sarah took her middle finger and circled just the inner part of Katie's lips. The lips had opened so widely displaying the clitoris and allowing for easy entry.

As the stepdaughter's entryway was being massaged, she couldn't but slightly raise her hips. She started to feel trapped again, as before when her body had become a traitor and gave her over to her captor. Katie's eyes were still looking at Sarah but the comprehension and humanity had already left.

"No, don't move your hips Katie. You must learn to avoid the touches of family." Sarah had a resolved look on her face. After Katie failed to stop rotating, she abruptly brought her finger to a stop and withdrew it. She raised it into the air and came down over Katie's flaming lips.

"Ahh. I'm so sorry, mother."Katie's voice wasn't her own. It had gained a soul of its own and even though she was apologizing and sorry, her eyes and body said something differently.

"It's ok, sweetie. Mother is here to help you." Sarah raised her hand and struck Katie's pussy again bringing a moan out of her lips.

Sarah began to invade her stepdaughter's pussy again, starting with the circular motion of the middle finger. This time, though, she pushed it in all the way to the knuckle as she spiraled the slender finger around.

Katie's eyes and faced begged for mercy from her stepmother's icy stare as she knew it would be impossible to refrain from grinding down and the warm digit. A tear left her eye and Sarah lovingly reached up with her other hand and wiped her stepdaughter's face. Then she proceeded to smack the girl, leaving a nice handprint across her face. Katie only winced at the pain but didn't holler out. She kept looking at her stepmother.

Sarah widened the rotation of her middle right finger into her stepdaughter's pussy as she continued resting her left hand against Katie's newly marked face. Katie started to release more tears as she felt her hips rising off of the couch again to meet her stepmother's touch. She knew the consequences.

"Bad girl, Katie." Sarah withdrew the hand and slapped the girl's pussy five times as the girl screamed out. On the third assault, Sarah hooked her thumb into her stepdaughter's screaming, opened mouth. The child responded accordingly and closed her lips around it as she prepared for the other hits. On the last two, her screams just came out as stifled grunts as she sucked on her stepmother's thumb.

The stepmother inserted her finger again back into the young girl. This time, as soon as she put it in, Katie raised her hips instantaneously to meet the finger. Sarah looked down sternly at her stepdaughter but the girl kept her hips raised anyway as she tried to ride the finger.

"Sweetie, I still don't think you understand me." Sarah immediately started slapping the girl's pussy endlessly.

Screams didn't come out of Katie's lips, however. As Sarah looked into her stepdaughter's eyes she could see that there was something bestial in them. Katie was looking back at Sarah with blankness as she continued sucking her stepmother's thumb. When Sarah started spanking the girl's vagina harder, Katie began to explore the woman's thumb with her tongue. She started sucking the thumb as a small penis, flickering the tip with her tongue every now and again.

Sarah's right hand was noticeably getting wetter as she continued wailing down on Katie's cunt.

Katie had now grabbed her stepmother's left arm and was guiding it as she continued working the thumb inside of her mouth. She had gotten loose of her bonds. Sarah ripped her thumb out of Katie's mouth and hooked two of her fingers inside of the lubricated pussy. Securing her grip, Sarah began to press down with her palm and shake the hooked fingers side to side. Katie began breathing loudly and pinching her own left nipple with her left hand. Sarah looked on angrily.

"Do you want me start slapping you young girl?!" Sarah was furious. Katie's only answer was more bucking of the hips and violent tugs at her own nipples.

Sarah started to slap Katie repeatedly with her left hand. Katie's facial expression was unrecognizable. She was staring at her stepmother still, but the eyes had no soul. Sarah wailed on the girl harder.

"YESSS!!" Katie screamed out, her face being reddened by every moment. "Fucking slap me, mother. I'm a disobedient bitch." Katie started to reach with her right hand into her stepmother's blouse and grab hold of the right breast. "Teach me how to be a good girl, mother. I need you."

Sarah almost fainted. She realized that she felt a stream of wetness oozing down her own leg. Whenever she shifted, she could feel the sliminess of her lips and she hadn't even bothered to put on any panties. Her right nipple had, meanwhile, grown into Katie's fingers as it was being molested. Sarah began rocking her right hand side to side faster causing Katie's clear wetness to foam up around her fingers. She was tired of this insubordinate bitch. Sarah reached her head forward as she stopped the assault on the girl's beet red face. She bit down hard on Katie's top lip until she tasted a bit of blood.

Katie responded in turn. She closed her mouth over her stepmother's bottom and began to suck on the lip. Sarah dug into her stepdaughter's pussy even further, stifling a moan of her own. She broke the kiss and took her hand out of Katie's pussy moving back far enough so that Katie's hand was pulled away from her own breast.




Katie



Grabbing a fist full of red hair, Sarah pulled Katie's head back hooking the neck back over the armrest. Keeping it there, she straddled over Katie so that now she had her own pussy over Katie's face and she had a beautiful view of her stepdaughter's. Sarah plunged her tongue into Katie, licking all of the juices that she had created.

Meanwhile, Katie had begun thrashing about trying her hardest to raise her vagina to her stepmother's lips. She reached her arms up and pulled down on her stepmother's hips so that she could bury her head beneath the black miniskirt. Her tongue darted out over a seemingly large clitoris as she felt the heat of the other woman near her face. Katie's stepmother moaned into her own pussy causing a tremendous vibration.

Sarah pushed her pussy all the way down onto Katie's eager mouth, rotating her hips and causing the girl to nearly suffocate. She didn't care, though. She was going to make sure that she came into her stepdaughter so that they would really be a family then. Sarah grabbed three of her fingers and stuffed them into Katie's little box and pumped them furiously until she instinctively jumped.

Sarah screamed out. Katie had begun to finger her as she moved her mouth to lick Sarah's asshole. The sensation was driving her stepmom wild. Sarah sat straight up and pulled at her own breast as she let Katie continue to swirl her tongue in her asshole and play with her pussy. She was about to cum, her stepdaughter navigating her pussy so well. This, clearly, wasn't Katie's first time with a woman. It felt so good to Sarah and she began reaching behind her pulling Katie's face further into her disregarding the girl's need to breathe. She felt it coming deep from within her...

"Oh, shit. You little lesbian bitch...oh, God...I'm fucking cumming." Sarah was in abandon. She kept her pussy impaled over her stepdaughter's face as cum left her body and entered into Katie's mouth and down into her stomach.

**********

As Sarah woke up the next morning, she put on her red robe and went to the kitchen. Katie was sleep at the table, where Sarah had left her.

Sarah noted how cute her stepdaughter was as she lay there, her head drooped down. She raised Katie's head and slapped her to wake her up. Katie's eye came open.

"Good morning, Katie." Sarah sat on the edge of the table her robe opened carelessly.

"Good morning, mother." Katie had a content look on her face. Sarah looked her up and down.

Katie had her hair tied back and her naked body was beautiful in the morning sunlight. Both of her arms were tied to individual posts of the kitchen chair, finished off by Katie's ankles being bound to the legs of the chair. Sarah had secured her last night before going to be for her disobedience in enjoying the little tryst.

Sarah pulled her stepdaughter's hair back and kissed the girl deeply, breathing a sigh into the girl's mouth. The stepmother moved over so that she sat right in front of the girl before pulling the girl's head down into her already heating up pussy.   Katie began to start lapping at the pussy as a kitten to milk. She licked the outsides first and then worked her way to the inner lips, taking bits of time to give the clitoris attention as well. Sarah spread her legs wider.

"Oh yes, baby. Clean mother up really nicely." She closed her eyes and enjoyed how fast little Katie's tongue was over her pussy. She started rocking her hips to Katie's rhythm, watching as her juices lazily slid down Katie's chin. Katie started bobbing her head onto her stepmother so that her tongue was delicately invading her stepmother's pussy. Sarah pushed back against the tempo and screaming out.

"Yes. Yes. Yes. Do you love the way mother's pussy tastes?" She had grabbed the back of Katie's head and was plunging it in further. Katie only grunted in response. Sarah held Katie's head in place as she felt herself about to cum.

"Suck it out for me, Katie!" Sarah was feeling on fire as Katie started to suck at her vagina, pulling her juices forward. It was cumming faster and faster. She couldn't help herself. Katie's sucking became more frantic. Liquid started gushing into Katie's sucking vacuum. She swallowed as fast as she could but some of the juices ran down her lips and off her chin.

Sarah got up after a few moments, lifting Katie's face out of her pussy and tilting it back. She saw her own juices still plastered on the girl's face.

"I love you, Katie." Sarah stared down into her stepdaughter's eyes.

"I love you too, mother."

Sarah leaned forward and kissed her stepdaughter before licking her juices from around her mouth and trailing down her chin. She took her right hand and reached up to caress her stepdaughter's face. Then the hand moved downward to Katie's already moist pussy.

The doorbell rang. Sarah continued kissing on her stepdaughter and beginning to finger the young girl. Katie began moaning, her senses heightened by the fact that she couldn't move.

The doorbell rang again. Sarah broke the kiss and got up, her robe still open.

Katie heard Sarah open the front door and then shut again. She hung her head down wishing that she could grab her pussy and continue what her stepmom started. Katie just decided that she would wait for her lovely stepmother to come take care of her stepdaughter's pussy. She heard her stepmother enter the kitchen and looked up to beg for more.

Katie choked on her on spit. Her stepmother was there but that wasn't the issue...

"Hey, Katie. How have you been?"

Katie turned pale as she looked on. Standing there with her arms folded and a smug look was Ally.



Katie



Katie had barely finished getting herself dressed after her afternoon shower when she heard her Blackberry ringing downstairs. She made it to her office and pulled the phone out of her purse after about the 4th ring. The caller ID informed her it was Mark calling. Katie looked quickly outside to see if her husband Ken was back from the hardware store before answering. She didn't see his car in the drive, so she clicked the button to answer. 

"And why would you be calling me on a Saturday? Are you actually doing some work for once?" 

The voice on the other end of the phone laughed "Hey Katie. Hell no. I try not to work much during the week. Why would I be doing anything constructive on the weekend?" 

"Yeah, I guess I should have thought that through, huh? So what's up, then?"

"Guess what? Your favorite co-worker is coming along with you on the Vegas trip."

"Who? You?" She asked.

"Who else would it be?"

"Anybody but you, that's for sure," she joked. 

"Oh, you little liar! Anyway, Bob just emailed me and let me know. I guess he figures he needs two eyes and ears down there."

"Out there." 

"What?"

"You said 'down there'. It's not 'down'; Las Vegas is west from here. Check a map sometime. Oh, and it's FOUR eyes and ears, we each have two."

"Nowwwwww I remember why I hate you. You're my work-wife." 

"Now it's you who's lying! You love me, you know it. Anyway, that's awesome Mark! We get to hit Vegas, Baby!"

"Yeah! Just think, they could have sent Tom or Fred with you. How much fun would that have been?"

"Um...like, none at all."

Mark laughed. "Ok, I just wanted to let you know. What are you up to today?"

"I've just been outside working in the flower beds. It got too hot, though, so I came inside and cleaned up. I had just gotten out of the shower when you called."

"Really? So are you naked right now, or maybe wrapped in a little towel?"

"Neither, you pervert, I'm fully dressed!" Katie had long ago developed the skills necessary to handle Mark's suggestive comments. She found it amusing. Most of the men she worked with knew better than to mess with her. Mark didn't care if he irritated her or not. He knew she'd forgive him in a few hours anyway. 

"Damn, I should have called sooner! Anyway, just wanted to give you the heads up. See you on Monday!"

Yes, Mark frustrated her sometimes, but he also made her laugh like no one else. Katie heard Ken's car pull up in the driveway and she put her phone back into her purse. She paused for minute, hearing Ken coming in from the garage. She retrieved the phone again and hit the speed-dial for her friend Nikki. Nikki had worked her way up to #3 on her speed-dial list. Mark was #2. 

"Hey Nik how are you? Hey...do you have time to meet for dinner tonight? Great!"

***** 

Katie met Nikki at the Westland Cafe. It was where they always met for food, drink (when necessary) and heart-to-heart talks. The booths were tall and felt very private. They had already exchanged pleasantries and ordered their food before getting down to the day's real topics. 

"So," Nikki began, "are things with you and Ken still weird?"

Katie sighed, absently stirring the lemon wedge in her water with her bendy-straw. "Yeah, still weird. Something happened the other day too."

"What?"

"Well, he saw me coming out of the shower one morning and...I just felt...uncomfortable. I covered myself with a towel until he left. I mean, what's that about? How have things gotten so weird that I can't be naked in front of my husband anymore? Even today I kind of waited around to shower until I knew he'd left."

"Jesus Christ, Kate! When was the last time you two had sex?"

Katie paused for a moment. Nikki was the only girlfriend she felt comfortable enough with to talk about sex. Even so, she still felt odd talking about sex so it always took her a minute to loosen up. "I guess about...six months, maybe?" 

"Six months! Are you kidding me?"

"Maybe seven?"

"Maybe seven?! Katie-bug, that is wayyyy out of control. I knew you two were having problems, but that long without sex isn't a marriage anymore, it's a prison sentence!" 

Katie sighed. "I know it's weird, I do, but it's not THAT bad. I don't need it as much as you do, so a month for me is like...two days without sex for you."

"Damn right. If Eric goes a week without performing his duties, he knows I'll find someone who'll do it for him!"

"Nikki, you don't mean that. Anyway, I don't know. It's like...he puts me on a pedestal or something, like I'm some untouchable princess. Even before we stopped altogether I had to initiate sex with him. I know he wants to, but he won't approach me. Then after the sex stopped, we kind of just stopped talking. We have a kind of routine we go through. We have dinner and talk about work, but we don't really do much of anything together or have fun at all."

"I know what you mean about the pedestal thing. I've dated guys like that. I mean, I like Ken and all, but to be honest I couldn't live like that. Unless he let you see someone on the side....?" 

Katie gave her the "no way I'm talking about that" look. 

"I'm just saying," Nikki went on, "Ken has a great job and you live in that mansion..."

"It's NOT a mansion."

"...that HUGE house. He takes care of you. Seriously, if he would be willing to let you get some on the side, you'd have the perfect life."

"Oh Nikki." Katie loved her friend dearly, but Nikki definitely had very different ideas about life. "I don't want to 'get some on the side.' I want my husband to want me, and make me feel wanted. Maybe I have unrealistic expectations. When I was younger I pictured my husband coming home late, from like, saving lives or fighting fires or something like that, crawling into bed with me and..." Katie lowered her voice, not because she really thought someone might hear, but because she rarely talked about sex in a tone above a whisper. "...and...needing me, right then and there. Needing me, and I know it sounds stupid, but needing me to perform my 'wifely duties' for him. I wanted to wake up in the middle of the night with my man pulling my clothes off because he couldn't wait another minute to have me."

"Wow, that is HOT. I'm going to tell Eric to do that to me. He's going to be the dirty firefighter and I'm going...."

"Nikki!" Katie often had to stop her friend from steering the conversation towards her intricate and highly detailed sexual fantasies. 

"Oh, right. Sorry!" Nikki said with a smile. 

"Anyway, I don't know how I ended up where I am. My husband spends all day on the computer and then most of the night as well. I love him. At least I think I do. I love the guy he used to be. He's sweet and cute and he does take care of me but, I don't know, we can't seem to talk anymore." 

"Well, did he ever get over the whole Mark-thing?" 

"Oh God...don't remind me." Katie said, taking her head in her hands and massaging her temples. "That's really when everything started."

Katie and Ken had been at a party at the house of one of her company's head honchos. Now THAT had been a mansion. An open bar mixed with a celebratory atmosphere had led to a lot of inebriated people, Katie included. At one point, Katie had gotten lost while returning from the bathroom and had found herself in a guest bedroom somewhere. She'd turned to leave and Mark had been in the doorway, just as drunk, if not more than she. Mark had always been a bit on the flirty side and alcohol always exacerbated his testosterone problems. Before she knew what was happening, he'd had his arms around her and was kissing her. She was too shocked at first even to know what to do. Of course, that was when Ken, wondering where she had gotten off to, had walked into the room. 

What had followed was weeks of explaining and apologizing. Ken was never one to get angry or express his feelings directly. Instead, he'd chosen silence, angry silence. Katie had done everything she could think of, but honestly it angered her that Ken didn't trust her enough to believe she was innocent of any wrongdoing. Katie had eventually come up with a story that Mark had been transferred to another department and she didn't even see him anymore. That, at least, had gotten them back to a point where they could talk again. But that episode, coupled with their other problems, seemed to be the first big step down the road to where Katie found herself now. 

"No, I don't think he ever really believed I hadn't sneaked off to be alone with Mark."

"So you didn't, right?"

"Nikki! How can you even ask me that?" 

"What? I always wondered if you two had something going."

"No! Wha...why do you say that?"

"First, you didn't exactly stop being buddy-buddy with him, even though it seems like he hurt your marriage. Second, the two of you always seemed to have more of that 'couple-like' vibe than you and Ken."

"Well..."

"And third," Nikki interrupted, "you overlook a lot of Mark's faults. A lot of women don't think as much of him as he thinks about himself. I mean, he's cute in a kind of pretty-boy gym-dweller way and he occasionally says something that isn't totally obnoxious, but he's only about half as cute as you think he is."

"Hey, that's..."

"FOURTH," Nikki said, "I know you don't tell Ken you meet Mark and his buddies, and sometimes ONLY Mark, for drinks once or twice a week over at the Tavern. Sooooooo, Little Miss Innocent, don't act like there isn't reason for me to be suspicious."

"Nikki...I....ah..." Katie didn't even know where to begin. She took a moment to gather her thoughts. Nikki, meanwhile, donned her best "I'm cute and always right" face while sipping her water. "Look, Mark and I get along. We always have, but that's it. I know that he probably has some ideas about what might happen between us, but that's all on his side of the fence. He really is my best friend at work. He's done a LOT of things for me that I'm grateful for. Yes, I was pissed off at him for what happened at the company party, and I told him so and told him that we are JUST friends. He knows nothing like that is ever going to happen again."

Just then their food arrived. There was a short break in the conversation while they got situated and started in on their lunch. Katie started up again.

"So, what was I saying? Did I cover all of your talking points?"

"No you did not. Did you tell Ken you meet Mark after work?"

Katie sighed. "No, but it's not because anything is going on. It's that I just don't want to try to explain Mark to Ken. Particularly after the whole kissing-thing. I want to go out after work sometimes and I think that's OK. It doesn't matter that Mark is there. I would go no matter who is there."

"Uh-huh," Nikki muttered while chewing.

"AND Mark is very funny. We have the same sense of humor so we just happen to be on the same wavelength."

"You two should just do it and get it over with."

"Nikki! What I need to do is find out what to do about Ken. I'll be gone next weekend so we'll have some time apart to think."

"Really? Where are you going?"

"Oh, I didn't tell you? Vegas, Baby! The company is sending us to cover our stupid bi-annual meeting and convention."

"Who's going with you?"

"Ummm....Mark?" she said, as if asking for approval.

"You two are going to sooo do it." 

"Nikki, stop it! We are not!"

"Are you going to tell Ken you're going on a trip with Mark?"

"Well....no...but it's like I said..."

"You two are totally going to do it. Just don't get pregnant."

"NIKKI!" 

"Or catch anything from him. Eww!" 

*****

Work was so busy the next week, Katie almost forgot to pack for her trip to Vegas. As it was, she barely had time to throw a handful of clothes into her suitcase and get to the airport before her plane left. 

She felt a twinge of guilt that she hadn't told Ken until the day before that she was going on the trip, but things had been awkward lately. This simply seemed like another drop in the bucket. He had asked if anyone was going with her and she said no. A deliberate lie to be sure, but she didn't have the time or the patience to deal with the conversation they would have had if she told Ken that Mark was going as well. 

She didn't care what Nikki thought about Mark, Katie couldn't have been happier he would be at the convention. Despite Nikki's suspicions, Katie had no intention of letting anything happen with Mark. She respected her vows and her marriage. If push came to shove and she and Ken couldn't work out their situation, then she'd consider separating from him. Until that time she was definitely off the market. She respected herself too much to be "that kind of woman." 

Besides, being escorted about town by an attractive, engaging man did have its benefits. Certainly it was infinitely better than being stuck with some of the sloths from the office they could have chosen. Not to mention Mark would be her buffer against the drunken propositions and groping she would have been subjected to by some of the bolder and older men who haunted these meetings. Uch, she'd been down that road before. No thank you! Since the incident at the party, Mark knew there was a line between them he couldn't cross. He blamed it on the alcohol and swore it wouldn't happen again. 

They flew in separately, so Katie didn't see Mark until the morning of the first meeting on Saturday. He had decided to take a couple extra days off and had come early to spend some time gambling. She'd spent Friday night with room service, a bottle of wine and HBO. 

As it turned out, they didn't have a lot to do: just cover a morning and an afternoon session on Saturday with a long break in between. She was thankful they didn't need to attend anything Saturday evening or any of the Sunday sessions. The sessions they had to cover were sleep-inducing enough. An entire weekend of back to back meetings would have put her into a coma! Thank goodness Mark was with her. Mark always turned an otherwise boring assignment into an interesting adventure. He was always cracking her up with little humorous comments and wry observations. She couldn't imagine being here with anyone else; it wouldn't have been half as fun. And now they would have all of Sunday to explore and play!

Mark always enjoyed these little outings. He always received more than his fair share of attention from the female convention attendees. Katie thought Nikki must be crazy, or just married too long. Mark was definitely the kind of guy women wanted to be with. Many approached him that day with subtle and sometimes not-so-subtle suggestions and hints of their availability. Katie imagined that, had she not been around, he would have already pocketed at least one hotel key card. At least while she was around, he skillfully declined their advances, yet somehow still managed to send them along their way still smiling. Mark had that effect on people. After he turned away one particularly attractive blonde, Katie asked him about it. 

"I can't believe you aren't going to call her! She was practically throwing herself at you! What, are you seeing someone special now?" She teased. Mark was known for being a bit of a player and never really getting serious with anyone in particular for very long. He was considered one of the "most eligible" men in the company by the female employees. Somehow he got away with dating half of the women he worked with while managing not to piss any of them off or get a bad reputation. No, he was able to maintain friendships with them all as far as she knew.

"No, I'm not seeing anyone special," he smiled. "But you're my date for the weekend. I'm not going to abandon you in Sin City."

"Oh, so you're my date now huh? I'm not sure my husband would feel about that!" she said jokingly.

"Well, I have no plans on telling him! Remember, what happens in Vegas..." 

"You are so bad. Now quit it before you get me into trouble!" But despite her protests, they joked throughout the day about being each other's "date" for the weekend. Truthfully, Katie rather enjoyed the harmless flirtation. What was the harm in a little "pretend" while they were in Vegas? Besides, she also enjoyed the envious looks she was getting from the single women who drifted into Mark's orbit. "Let them think we are together. Ha, eat your hearts out!" she thought. 

They made plans to go to dinner Saturday night, Mark's treat. He told her to wear something nice as they were eating somewhere fancy and after dinner would be going to a somewhat exclusive club for drinks.

At first she protested, explaining that they didn't have to do anything that fancy and that it would cost too much, but Mark insisted. "Nothing is too good for my 'date,'" he said with a smile, and she laughed and agreed. Who was she to deny him the opportunity to buy her a nice meal?

They parted ways that afternoon so each could get ready for the evening. 

Katie spent longer getting ready than she usually would have under the circumstances. She took a long, hot shower that felt wonderful after spending a day cooped up in stuffy meetings. As she did her hair and makeup she began feeling more and more like she really was getting ready for a date with Mark. For a few moments she felt a little uncomfortable about it, but Katie knew she wanted to look as pretty as possible since she'd be out that night with a good looking man whose date would be scrutinized by every passing woman.

Fortunately she had thought ahead to pack her "little black dress" just in case. To be honest, the dress was a little sexier than she would have liked for dinner and drinks with a man who wasn't her husband, but she really didn't have much choice. It was tight and short and accentuated her cleavage. Katie experienced another moment of discomfort as she slid on a tiny pair of black lace panties and matching bra. She had packed them automatically because they went perfectly with her dress, but she couldn't help but think she normally put on her sexy little lacy things when she thought they would be seen later in the evening. But it wasn't like she was doing anything wrong, and they did make her feel sexy, so what the hell? It wasn't like she was wearing them "for" Mark. Anyway, they were too cute to be kept shut away in a drawer. 

"What would it be like if Mark did see them?" The stray thought crept into her mind as she was sliding into her dress. She had a vision of her dress hitting the floor. She was standing in front of Mark wearing only her bra and panties...his hands were reaching for her....

Katie quickly slammed the door on that little daydream, but a pleasant, warm feeling had crept into her body. This wasn't the first time Mark had come unbidden into her mind, but after almost a year of working with him, she had developed the skills of pushing him out just as quickly. Years ago she had "slipped" and pleasured herself thinking about a co-worker. She hadn't been able to look him in the eyes for weeks afterward. Since then she had shunted her co-workers into a "no fantasy" zone inside her mind. On the rare occasions she allowed herself the indulgence of self-pleasure, she envisioned someone she didn't know. Perhaps someone she had seen in the grocery or on an actor on TV. 

Finally staring at the finished product in the mirror, she had to admit she looked damned good tonight. Who knows, she might even make her "date" wish it was the real thing. "Stop it," she told herself. "It wouldn't be right to tease him. We'll have a nice dinner and some drinks and then it's back up to my room!" She hadn't felt this confident in some time.

He picked her up just after 8 and she thought his eyes might pop out of his skull. "Wow, that dress doesn't leave much to the imagination does it?" he said, making a valiant effort at pretending he wasn't memorizing the outlines of her body but failing miserably. "Eyes up here, Mister!" she said jokingly and punched him playfully in the chest. "Sorry about that," he said with a smile. "You do look gorgeous tonight, though." "Well, thank you. You don't look so bad yourself. That shirt and tie look good on you. Now how about taking your 'date' to dinner? She's hungry!" 




Katie



Dinner was phenomenal, surf and turf cooked to perfection. A couple of drinks during the meal allowed Katie to relax. She was aware of the appreciative eyes being cast her way by the men in the restaurant as well as Mark, who continued to compliment her throughout the night. 

At one point she remarked, "Well I wish my husband would say things like that to me," and immediately regretted it. 

"You mean he doesn't? I find that hard to believe."

"Yeah, I guess maybe if I walked around the house looking like this all the time. But, I don't know, he doesn't seem all that interested anymore." The alcohol had loosened her tongue. "Quit talking about your marital problems Katie, he doesn't want to hear all that!" she thought. She did manage to hold back the thought that if her husband had kept himself in good as shape as Mark, she might be more tempted to dress up like this for him once in awhile.

"Interested in what?" Mark probed.

"No forget I said anything, I shouldn't have brought it up."

"You did though. Man, I have to say again I find it hard to believe a man wouldn't be interested in what I see sitting across the table from me. It's not just tonight either; I've always thought you were very sexy."

She felt herself blushing deeply. "That's because you're drunk," she managed. "Now quit staring at my boobs and tell me more about your last ski trip!" They both laughed and the conversation moved on.

He acted every bit the conscientious date. Opening doors for her, offering his arm to her, guiding her by placing his hand on the small of her back. She felt very well-cared for. After dinner, they made their way to the hotel's club. 

The place was dark, crowded and loud, just like what she remembered from her single days. Katie wasn't sure she wanted to go at first, but Mark convinced her to give it a try. Drinks were on him, after all! Somehow he also was able to maneuver her out onto the dance floor. After some initial "fish out of water" misgivings, she started to loosen up and just have fun. They danced for bit, drank for a bit, and repeated the sequence for some time. The music was so loud, Mark had to get close and speak into her ear so she could hear him. The feeling of his breath on her ear, the scent of his cologne and his arm around her heightened the sense she might be crossing a line she wouldn't have thought herself capable of crossing earlier that day. The fact she was a little drunk wasn't helping either. "Quit being stupid, Katie," she thought. "You're feeling guilty for having fun for once. Besides, nothing is going to happen." Just as she was finishing her thought, Mark pressed another drink in her hand. 

Eventually he asked if she was ready to go and guided her towards the door. They were still laughing and carrying on; she couldn't remember the last time she had really been "out" having fun. She was just drunk enough and distracted by Mark's stories that she failed to realize the hotel room door he was opening wasn't hers.

"Oh...wait..." she said, just a bit past the tipsy point. "Ah...I think this is where I need to say goodnight..."

"I know you aren't tired yet. Come on in, I want to try out the mini bar in the room. It's no fun to drink alone!"

"Um...I don't know...."

"Come on, just come in and have a quick drink. I'm not ready to go to sleep quite yet. Plus I want you to check out my suite. "

"Suite? What are you...?" and she looked past him as he opened the door and saw a spacious room overlooking the strip. "This is amazing! How did you manage to land this?" she said, now moving inside.

"They didn't have a room for me when I got here, so they upgraded me. Sweet, isn't it?" Mark closed the door behind him and moved to the bar area to make drinks. "It has a separate bedroom, kitchen area, luxury bath..." It was luxurious to say the least and she loved the modern decor almost as much as the view.

"Oh my god, is that a hot tub?"

Mark laughed, "Hell yeah it is. That's another thing I haven't tried out yet. Go ahead and get in."

"Ah, well... I don't exactly have a swim suit as you can see...and anyway what about all these windows? Cant people see in?"

Mark brought her over another drink. She had long since lost count of how many she'd had. "No, those are one-way reflective. We can see out but they can't see in." Mark wasn't entirely sure that was true, but he wasn't about to say anything that would dissuade her." You don't need a suit, just hop in. I promise I won't look. Ill be a perfect gentleman." 

Katie looked at the hot tub appreciatively. It did seem rather inviting, but this was definitely crossing a line. On the other hand, she was tired and sore from a day's worth of meetings and her room didn't have a hot tub...The alcohol was definitely impairing her judgment; she really needed to go now. 

"I....just don't think that it's...um...really the best idea...." 

"Tell you what, I'll turn down the lights off go wait in the bedroom. You can slide in under the water and that way I won't see anything. Sounds good? I won't even get in, I'll just sit over there and talk to you."

She didn't say anything immediately, so he pressed on.

"You've been talking all night about how your feet and legs were aching from dancing in your high-heels. Think of how good that hot water would feel." Sensing timing was the key to a victory, Mark didn't give her a chance to respond. He left the main living area for the bedroom and flicked off the lights as he went. The room was lit only by the glow of the lights outside. 

The steamy water did in fact look incredibly inviting, and after all the walking and dancing she had done today it sure would feel good to get in. "Oh man...this is so wrong...I'm definitely not mentioning this to anyone...well, I guess I probably won't be telling my husband about my 'date' either...so a quick soak in the tub won't hurt, it'll just be one more thing I won't mention..." and before she fully realized what she was doing, her dress was on the floor and she was sliding out of her bra, leaving her panties on. She managed to get into the water just as Mark was coming out from the bedroom. He was wearing the big fluffy white bath robes you often find in hotels. 

"Uh, what's with the robe?"

"What do you mean?" Mark responded innocently

"I hope you aren't thinking you're getting in here with me."

"That's exactly what I'm thinking."

"Hey, you said you weren't getting in!" she said indignantly.

"I changed my mind, what can I say? That's how I roll." 

Katie laughed, "No, I don't think so. Now get me another drink while you're out there," she said, rattling the ice in her empty glass. 

Mark complied and brought her another drink. 

"You might want to look away if you're feeling modest," he said, undoing his robe. "Mark!" she said, turning away, but not before she caught a glimpse of his very well-formed and completely naked body. "Don't you at least have any shorts or something you can wear?"

"Nope, too late now anyway. Ahh, much better." He slid into the water, downing most of his drink and putting the glass on the ledge of the tub. Without any hesitation, he slid towards Katie and moved to take her in his arms.

"Oh no," she said, moving away. "We are NOT doing that! You stay over there."

"What?" he said, feigning innocence. "No, come here. I'm going to give you one of my world famous back rubs."

"Um, in case you haven't kept up on current events, I'm a married woman, in a hot tub with another man with no clothes on! This is as far as you go buster! There is no way I'm letting you touch me!"

Mark just laughed. "Wow, where did all that come from? You sure think highly of yourself, don't you? I'm just here trying to do my friend a little favor and your dirty mind turns it into something naughty!"

"My dirty mind? You...! Oh, I shouldn't even be here." She turned, thinking about climbing out, knowing she should collect her clothes and go back to her room immediately. But she hesitated, unsure if she should climb out naked in front of Mark and, to be honest, unsure if she were sober enough to do it without falling. Her hesitation gave Mark the chance he needed to move in behind her and begin working on her shoulders. 

"Relax, Katie. I've rubbed your shoulders in the office before. This is the same thing, just...in a hot tub! You are so tense. Just relax; this is all we're going to do."

She stiffened up when she first felt his hands on her shoulders, but she quickly found herself giving in. "Damn him," she thought. "I think he does have some sort of magic fingers." He was indeed famous for his office shoulder massages and she in truth had been the recipient of more than her fair share of them. His hands worked expertly, dissolving the tension in her neck and shoulders. "No, this isn't the same," she said, but there was an increasing lack of conviction in her voice. "Oh, that does feel good. Oh...ok, but don't try anything else! Mmm. Oh, I hate you...." It felt wrong. It was wrong! But it also felt good and it was what she needed. This was her night. She couldn't afford a spa treatment or anything like that, so she convinced herself this was "her night" for fun and anyway she really could use the massage...

Mark laughed. "No, you don't hate me. Here move over," he said and guided her so that she was facing outward toward the windows overlooking the city with him behind her. She placed her arms on the padded edge and lowered her head onto them. The alcohol, the beautiful view, the heat of the hot tub, the sound of the water jets, Marks's strong hands: all were coming together in one magnificent sensation of relaxation and contentment. She exhaled, feeling like she had been holding her breath for hours, and just drifted. All the noise that so often occupied her mind melted away, replaced by calm silence. 

He worked every part of her neck, shoulders and back, moving from spot to spot, up and down and across, working out the knots and smoothing out her muscles. From time to time she took sips from her glass. The icy drink contrasted nicely with the heat. Feeling like a pampered princess, she drifted in and out of a light sleep and it felt like he spent hours on her.

He was working now on her lower back, strong hands flexing, fingers moving over her skin. Now his hands moved to her sides. He was holding her and she felt something warm and soft on the back of her neck. Mark was kissing her and his hands moved to her hips as his body moved closer. It took her much longer than it should have for her to respond, and she only did so when she felt his erect manhood press up against her. She still felt like she was half asleep and moving through a dream slowly as she rose up and turned, "Mark no..." she whispered, and his arms encircled her, drawing her in, and he pressed his lips against hers. 

Mark's breath was sweet and cool from the rum and Cokes he had been drinking, and his kiss melted her even more than his hands had. She felt suddenly like she was falling, falling into him, deeper and deeper. She hadn't been prepared for this. Should she have been? Had she been fooling herself when she entered his room? Her hands pushed against him weakly and she tried to say no. But her lips were kissing him back, reluctantly at first yes, but she felt herself giving into him, surrendering. She felt like this wasn't even her choice, or told herself that to justify it. He was so strong, what could she do? She didn't have the energy to fight back and was rapidly losing the will to. She felt wonderfully helpless. Her hands, flat against his chest from her feeble attempt to push him away slowly began to slide around his strong body. 

There was no pretense now and no excuses. She held onto him as much as he did her and her passion was rising. For so long, in a dark corner of her mind she never dared admit to anyone let alone herself, she had always wanted this. She knew it now. It was just kissing anyway, just making out. She would stop in just a minute, just another minute more of his lips...

It felt so good. Their lips together, his strong chest against hers. The feel of the muscles in her back. His strong hands were gentle as they glided up and down her back and across her buttocks, then down over her outer thighs, then moving back up, touching her face, holding the back of her head. No man had aroused in her such hunger for so long. Her skin felt electric and overly sensitive to every sensation, from his touch, the cool air, the heat of the water.

He drew her down to where the water was just below her neck. Her back was to the wall of the tub. Mark's hands were on her hips, then quickly his fingers hooked into the band of her panties and he pulled down. 

"Mark..." she started, but his tongue darted into her mouth. With his left hand he pulled her panties completely off and tossed them to the floor. 

She struggled weakly. He cupped her ass in his hands and lifted her to him. He used his body and the strength of his arms to pull himself in between her legs. She resisted, "Mark...no," but again he was too strong and again she didn't know how much she really was fighting. Her legs parted and his body moved between them. She was holding on with her hands around his neck. His penis was large, hard, and seemingly hotter than even the water of the hot tub. She felt it against her belly. He held her close, still pressing his mouth to hers as he slid her up and down over his shaft. She kept saying "no" but she was kissing him too. The feeling of electricity was building. The sensation of his cock moving over her pussy and stomach was almost too much. He was hitting her clit in just the right way. After an entire day of foreplay, this was becoming too much for her. 

He shifted and she felt the tip of his penis touch her labia, moving toward her insides. She was hit by a sudden rush of sobriety and clarity. "No, Mark, we can't... please no...don't..." and she made a move to get away and close her legs, but it was too late for her to protest. Did she even mean it? Or was pretending that what was happening was against her will just adding to her excitement? Some small and very distant part of her mind was trying to get her to stop, but all conscious thought of her marital obligations had vanished. He gently parted her legs with his body and pulled Katie to him. She felt him enter her, divinely violating her.

He was large: thick and long. For a moment she thought he might be too big for her, but he wasn't. His cock was perfect, of course. Her pussy had no reservations about his intrusion and took him willingly, stretching to accommodate him. It needed what he was offering her and her insides gushed with pleasure, lubricating her to allow him easy entry. Certainly she had been wet for him for quite some time, but this was something else entirely. Katie felt like she was melting from his heat. 

Mark began to move in and out of her, alternating long deep strokes with shallow ones, pressing his body into hers, grinding, always slow, so slow and so good. At that moment she realized there was no going back and no excuses. She was having sex with another man and she didn't want it to stop.

The heat of the tub was now intense and Katie felt like she almost couldn't breathe. Mark must have felt the same or sensed her discomfort because at that moment he lifted her out, holding her tight while climbing out of the water. God, he was strong. 

He took her back into his bedroom and placed her on the bed. They were both wet but it didn't matter. He climbed on top of her and again moved between her legs. 

Mark paused "Do you need me to put a condom on, Baby?"

"No, it's OK. I'm on the pill. Come here." And she opened her legs wide for him and took him into her arms.

This time she offered no resistance, but gave herself willingly and completely. She took him inside her and wrapped her legs around him. Her hands explored again his back and magnificently tight ass, now clenched as he gently put his penis inside her again. 

They kissed and lightly bit each other's lips. He nuzzled her neck and she tasted his skin. 

They shared themselves with each other, touching, exploring. Now that all pretenses had vanished, they took their time and their moves were more deliberate. She was his and she wasn't going anywhere. He kissed her breasts and she felt the stubble of his day's growth of beard against them. She was proud and delighted to offer them up for his pleasure. His tongued flicked over her nipples and they grew hard in the cold air. He gently squeezed one breast as he took the nipple of the other into his mouth, sucking and tasting her. 

All the while he was inside her. Not even needing to move. Letting her simply feel the girth and the heat of his perfect cock. He made only small movements forward against her pubic area.

She in turn explored his chest. So broad and strong, he seemed so perfect. She touched his nipples and he responded, so she rose up and took one in her mouth as he had done to her. He let out a soft sound of pleasure and held her head to him. She switched to the other and used the tips of her fingers on the one she had already moistened. He jerked a little with pleasure as her tongue flicked across him.

Looking down then at her and smiling, he lowered her back down to the pillow. 

Mark seemed to find every one of her pleasure spots, either with his hands, his mouth or his manhood. Again, after a day's worth of foreplay...well, who was she kidding now, over a year of foreplay...it wasn't going to take her long. The scent of his body, taste of his sweat, the feel of his muscles against her, all aroused her. The contrast between them was intoxicating. His hardness to her soft, his male scent to her female, the scratch of his cheek against her smooth. He was so "male" and she felt every inch a woman, his woman.

She felt the excitement building inside her. Usually she liked to 'back off' a bit and let it rise again as it intensified the experience. This time she didn't know she could do that even if she wanted too. It was coming slowly to be sure, but it was unyielding, unstoppable.

Although his hands and mouth seemed to be everywhere at once, doing wonderful things, she was keenly aware of his cock inside of her. He began to move, making slow circles and then long strokes, sometimes shorter faster strokes then long circles. His breath was in her ear; the next moment he was lightly biting her neck. His hands moved over her, cupping her ass and bringing her up to him; the next moment they were holding her breasts.

It was too much. She had no control and she reveled in it. A bright light began to envelop her. All sensation of her surroundings vanished as she fell into a world consisting only of their intertwined bodies. She dug her nails into his back and held on. The wave of pleasure hit her harder than she expected and she convulsed hard against him. A sound completely unfamiliar to her left her mouth, somewhere between a yelp and moan. She contracted for what seemed like forever as he continued to thrust against her. The intense, initial reaction eventually gave way to a series of smaller, irregularly-timed after-shocks. 

She lay almost still as he continued to work, her muscles now completely lax. 

She looked up and he was smiling down at her, knowing full well the pleasure he had given her, knowing her body was his. Neither of them gave a damn about tomorrow: right now she was his, completely and totally. 

The nature of his movements began to change. The circles were replaced by long strokes and he began to work her faster. The pressure of his hips hitting against her increased as his thrusts grew harder. His gentleness began to transform into something more primal. He was working for himself now and taking pleasure from her body. It built in intensity, slowly moving from gentle lovemaking to something else, something harder. No, they were no longer making love. Now Mark was fucking Katie. She recognized it and approved; wanting Mark to use her body for his orgasm.




Katie



She stroked his body and urged him on, opening her legs wide and keeping them up for him. 

"Yes, Baby," she encouraged, "Do it, do it to me" 

He was tight against her now and his hips hit her harder and harder, bringing himself almost all the way out of her before plunging back in fast and hard. She couldn't help but moan a little bit on each down stroke. The gentle man had been completely replaced now by something nearer to an animal. In turn she scratched him lightly across his back and his ass.

"Yeah, Baby, do you like the way I fuck your pussy?" he grunted. Now she knew exactly what he wanted, what would send him over the top. 

"Yes, Baby, you fuck my pussy so good. Your cock is magnificent." She was saying it for him, but she meant it too.

"Oh yeah, Katie, I've wanted to fuck you for so long and make your little pussy mine." 

"It's yours Mark, all yours. You can do anything to me. Take me, Baby. I want you to come inside me Baby, please Baby, please give it to me, do it, do it!" She had never talked like this during sex before, but it seemed to come naturally with Mark and she liked it as much as he did.

"Oh Katie," he grunted, "you feel so fucking good, Baby. You're gonna make me cum."

"That right Mark, give me your cum, cum in my pussy, Baby, fuck my pussy and cum Baby, cum Baby.." and somewhere in the midst of her words he stiffened, gasped and moaned as the full weight of his body came down on top of her. She held him tight as he shuddered and shivered, emptying himself inside her. 

"Oh Katie, Baby, Katie, Katie" he managed and shuddered a final time before all tension in his muscles released. 

"That's it, Baby," she cooed to him, "let it all out." She loved the sound of her name on his lips.

They both lay still for some time, relishing the pleasure they had just shared with each other. Eventually his penis began to soften inside her and his breathing returned to normal. He rose up and looked her in the eyes. "Mmm... that was fantastic," he said and kissed her gently. "That was the best fake-date I've ever had."

She laughed, but quickly turned serious again. "It was amazing Mark," she said, kissing him back. "But this has to be a one time thing, OK?" She wanted to tell him he was the best she'd ever had, but figured it would complicate things even further. 

"Sure thing, Baby, a one time thing," and he smiled devilishly. 

"I mean it, Mark. I'm...a married woman. It's not right." She tried as hard as she could to say it firmly and convincingly.

"That's all right, Baby, I'm not asking you to leave your husband... I'm cool with whatever you want to do. When we leave Vegas we can talk about it or not, it's up to you. We can pretend it never happened if you want. But while we're here I don't want to psychoanalyze this, OK? Until Monday morning, you're my lover. I want you for the rest of this weekend. For as long as we're here, you're mine." 

She didn't respond, but she knew as he began nuzzling her neck and reaching for her breast he was right. She was his and she would continue to give herself to him. She was already starting to wonder what it would feel like to be on top of him. What would his cock taste like? Would she be willing to let him cum in her mouth? Would he like it if she played with his testicles? She wanted to shower with him and wash his beautiful body. Would he want to take her from behind? She thought she'd like that....maybe in the hot tub....

He was growing hard again inside of her and her body was responding in kind. Gently but passionately they began again.

Yes, they would make love all weekend but then that would be it. Katie was pretty sure she meant it this time...



Katie



I have many stories to tell about the wonderful, sexy, and sometimes not so sexy women of Sydney that I've met and dated over the years. This is one of those stories which for the most part is totally true.

I immigrated to Sydney from New Zealand in the mid nineties and quickly decided to to delve into the dating scene. This was long before internet dating started so quickly decided that phone dating was an option that best suited my needs. I figured that a night out of the prowl would easily cost a good hundred dollars with no guarantee of anything, so the seventy bucks that was asked of you was a small price to pay for a few phone numbers.

It only took an hour on the system to get a few hits and one grabbed my attention straight away. Her name was Katie, and she too was from my native country having immigrated when she was a child but she was of Chinese origin With no hint of an Asian accent she sounded just like a typical Kiwi girl. We spend a hours chatting about our interests and started a good rapport with no hint of sexuality being expressed by either of us. I did however get a slight hint at her cheeky giggle and we decided to meet up for a coffee the next night.

We met at a cafe on the lower north shore and I instantly recognised her as she strolled up. Her description was accurate revealing her tall lean figure wrapped in a flowing silky summer dress. Yet she was far more beautiful that I imagined. She was a few years older than me being in her mid thirties, but her radiant complexion and flowing long black hair gave the impression that she anything but younger. We spent over an hour chatting and flirting getting to know one another and I still remember kissing her softly as we said out goodbyes. I couldn't wait to see her the next night.

I arrived at her unit in the early evening hugging her warmly as I entered. The view from her apartment was stunning showing off Sydney harbour but I was more intent on the sights inside. We hugged and gently kissed as I helped her prepare dinner yet we still hadn't gotten too cheeky with each other yet so had no idea of the sexual being I was meeting.

After a small meal that we shared on her glass dinning table we moved to her soft leather lounge. She defiantly loved having classy things in her life. We downed our wine as we moved closer and I finally kissed her passionately. Her lips caressed my tongue, darting into my mouth and I responded in kind.

Placing our glasses down, our hands gently roamed each others bodies with no restraints. Although she gave the impression of a shy homely girl her body revealed a sexual goddess that knew what she wanted.

My hands roamed her body freely. Her arms, legs, her breasts, she sighed as I cupped them. My hand started at her knee and slowly worked upwards. She only stopped me when I reached the hem of her underwear.

"I can't do anything tonight, I had an abortion last week," she moaned into my ear.

That stopped me dead in my tracks having never expected to here anything like that but I responded as only as a supposed gentleman should. "That's ok. I'm sure we'll have plenty of time for fun."

She thanked me for my understanding and continued to kiss me while rubbing my now throbbing cock through my pants. My hands continued the massage of her body knowing that we were only delaying the inevitable. This continued for over an hour even as we made our way to the door. We had to call it a night as we could only go so far and we both had to get up for work the next day.

Over the next few days we shared a few phone calls and she filled me in on her situation with her ex boyfriend. She knew it wasn't going to work out and decided to have an abortion rather than raise a child as a single parent. Her parents were very old school and would have frowned and her career would have had to be put on the back step. She just wasn't in a position to be a parent. She loved to have fun and freely admitted that she loved sex too and promised to thank me for my understanding next time we met. I could hardly wait.

It was a week later that we met again. Her body had recovered from the procedure and our hormones were at boiling point for one another. I arrived at her house and we hardly had time to close the door before our bodes melted into one another and resume the onslaught that had started just over a week earlier. This time however there was no holding back.

I quickly roamed my hand up the inside of her skirt as we stood in the half open door. Our tongues smashing into each others mouth with our bodies intertwined. With a quick swipe I ripped her g string down her legs getting an auditory moan of approval from her. She stepped out of them keeping her legs slightly spread allowing me easy access to her dripping pussy.

"You can do anything you want," she moaned into my ear as I finger fucked her hungry cunt.

"That's a dangerous thing to say to me, anything," I replied wondering how far she would go for me. " I gather you have some submissive tendencies."

"Yes," she replied taking her breath in. "I just like a guy taking charge. I'm yours, do what you want with."

I stepped back causing her to step out of her panties and held her at arms length. Looking into her dark eyes I slowly unbuttoned her blouse. Katie had just arrived home before I had turned up and was still wearing her tailored work suit. I love the look of a hot girl in a tailored suit. So professional, but lurking underneath lay the body and mind of a slut.

Having fully unbuttoned her blouse I removed it and reached around and deftly unclasped her bra. With a swipe I pulled it off her arms leaving her topless. Her natural perky breasts displayed then tapering down to her soft shallow navel. I placed a hand around her the back of her neck and pushed her down to her knees. No words were spoken. She knew what I wanted her to do.

With obvious experienced hands she unzipped me then reached inside and freed my hard cock. I single lunge was all it took to hit the back of her throat. It was pretty clear this girl had a lot of experience of sucking cock and I wasn't going to complain one bit. Her lips, tongue and facial muscles worked their magic on me urging me to empty my sack down her throat. If I was a lot younger I would have obliged her but being older I liked to take my time.

She fucked my throbbing cock with her mouth and I decided that I wanted to move things along. I took her hand that was wrapped around my balls and pulled her to her feet. 

"I want to taste your cunt," I groaned. 

Her guttural moan was a sign of approval and she led the way to her bedroom leaving her blouse and bra strewn on the floor.

Her apartment was beautifully decorated and the bedroom continued the theme. The sun dipping below the horizon shot its last rays through the white silken curtains.

The creamy duvet cover had an orange tinge showered in the speckled sunlight. Katie removed her skirt unzipping it at the side. She stepped out of it and pulled back the sheets laying down sinking into the linen. Spreading her legs, she traced a finger down to her wetness then raised it tempting me to come down for a taste.

Being the bastard that I can be at times, I wanted to continue the game that we were playing and deliberately took my time undressing. "Go back to playing with your cunt, I want it soaking."

Katie giggled like a cheeky school girl as she gently stroked her cunt being enveloped by her soft bed. I took a few minutes to undress completely. With my throbbing cock bobbing in front of me I lay down between Katie's legs. She spread them further inviting me to taste her pussy. Her glistening wetness smelt musky, sweet. Her coarse pubic hair matted down, saturated by her pussy juice that dribbled down her inner thigh. The tip of my tongue darted across her clit then down along the lips of her cunt. Her moans of approval encouraged me to continue. I first eased one, then two fingers inside her cunt. Slowly penetrating her inner sanctum. 

Katie's moans subsided as still stiffened slightly. "Mm, slowly please," she pleaded. "I think I'm still abit tender."

I withdrew my fingers slowly and replaced them with my tongue which bought a giggle again from her. "That's amazing, but I want to suck your cock Rob. It's beautiful."

I ran my tongue over clit again to break her concentration. "But I'm enjoying myself." 

"Mm, but I don't think I can fuck tonight. My pussy is still abit sore."

I raised my head from her cunt then pulled myself up to her face kissing her. "You like to taste yourself?"

Katie nodded, kissing me deeply. "Yes, I love to taste my pussy."

"That's a shame. Because I was just eating your cunt."

She giggled again, something that I was now loving. "Ok, I love to taste my cunt too."

"Only cunt, no more pussy. Ok, slut?"

"Yes sir," she replied, complying to my wish. "I'll do whatever you say or want. I want to please you and be a good slut for you."

Katie, I was finding, definitely had another side to her. In public and at work I'd imagine, she came across as a slightly shy demure lady. But in private she was a wanton slut that just loved cock; my kind of girl.

"Lye down and let me suck your cock," she said brushing my hair gently. Not needing much encouragement I complied and pulled myself up next to her passing her on the way down. Katie once again took my cock deep into her talented mouth and stroked my cock as her lips worked their magic.

This time I had no intention of holding back and I could feel my balls boil. "If you keep that up you'll get a surprise in a moment," I warned her. She only stroked my cock faster in response taking it deeper touching the back of her throat.

With the pressure building I couldn't hold on much longer and tensed, thrusting my cock into her throat, exploding deep inside of her. Katie swallowed and continued with her oral onslaught. My mind and body was in overdrive. I'd received probably the best blow job of my life to date and I was spent, shattered. Only a handful of girls I'd dated to that point had let me cum in their mouth let alone swallow. Katie was a stand out with her looks and skills. I was in heaven. She took my cock from her mouth and looked up at me rubbing it on her face.

"Did you like that?" she asked with a pleading voice.

"Are you kidding, " I replied still shaking. " That was fucking incredible."

Katie giggled again with her little voice. "Any time mister. You can fuck my mouth any time you want."

She edged her way up to my side and we wrapped our arms around each other, the sun had almost set on the horizon and the last rays entered the room shadowing us in it's dim light. We slowly feel asleep holding each other closely.

I awoke a few hours later in the dark with the sun having long set. A quick glance at the clock next to her bed revealed it was only 8.30pm. Katie was gone but the impression of her body was still on the bed next to me so I knew she had just awoken too. I slowly stood up and pulled on my underpants and stood in the door of her bedroom.

The light in the kitchen shone out illuminating the apartment. It's rays the only light that left shadows around the unit. I heard the clanking of utensils in the kitchen and walked softly over. Katie stood over a bench wearing a small white silken night gown that clung to her lean body. She had obviously heard me regardless of how quiet I was trying to be. She turned, smiling.

"I thought you might be hungry. I've just put something in the oven." 

Katie walked over and warmly hugged me. My hands roamed her body once again with the silken night gown feeling like a second skin.

"It'll be ready in half an hour. Just something simple," she said looking into my eyes.

"Whatever you cook I'm sure I'll like," I replied peeling back the night gown holding onto her naked hips. 

We kissed deeply, my hands roaming once again over her naked body inside the now loose gown. I peeled it off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. 

"I think I like you naked better," I said roaming my hands over her small shapely arse. I pressed harder, gripping each cheek in one hand.

" You like my bum." Katie pulled away and walked sexily to the other side of the small kitchen with the strong spot lights glistening off the tiles. As she held onto the bench and bent over slightly I could see her cunt pouting from under her round cheeks. She turned her head slightly looking at me. "Well, do you?"

I walked over, my hand going straight for her cunt stroking it softly. Katie purred even as my finger edged it's way upwards towards her tight puckered entrance. It entered easily. This girl had no hesitations towards anything I was soon discovering.

"I'm an arse man," I said slowly edging my index finger up to the first knuckle, her rectum sucking me inside. "You're arse is gorgeous. I wonder what I should do with it?"

Katie's response was to bend over, spreading her arse in the process inviting my finger deeper. Her cunt juices flowed on her mound and I ran a second finger over it to add some lubrication. Both fingers entered easily into her arse. She obviously wasn't a virgin in this area either. 

Her hips swayed from side to side as she moaned gently and I ran eyed a bottle of hand lotion on the bench. I grasped it giving away my intentions and another innocent, girly giggle revealed Katie's approval. Squeezing a large amount on my hand I grasped my throbbing cock. Lubricating it, I then aimed it at her sexy arse as I removed my fingers. My cock entered easily, slipping up her rear passage until my balls slapped against her. At that point I'd had some experience with anal sex with some women but Katie was an experienced pro. No hint of hesitation or resistance.

"Fuck my arse, I love it." Katie moaned, squeezing her sphincter around my cock. The sensation was amazing, sucking my cock into the depths of her bowels.

I withdrew my cock slowly and thrust it deep into her arse causing Katie to sigh.

" Don't tease me..........fuck me......"

I had no more hesitations and began to assault her arse, fucking it hard and deep. Standing up leaning over her kitchen bench was definitely a new position for me. It enabled me to reach around and cup a breast as I held on to her hip with the other.

"You're arse is so tight..............it's fucking amazing........." I moaned trying to contain my load that for a second time that night was starting to stir in my balls.

Katie stood on her toes to match my height, thrusting her hips backwards to meet my thrusts. It was an amazing feeling.

"Oh fuck..........I love your cock...........fuck my arse Rob............"

The moment over took us even when a neighbour in an adjoining unit block entered her kitchen. The bright light being turned on startled us momentarily. If she had looked in our direction she would have seen us from the waist up doing something obviously suspicious. She took something and left turning the light off as she did.

We laughed as we continued fucking. My rhythm was gaining momentum and I knew I couldn't last much longer.

"Oh fuck........I'm going to cum........." I moaned ramming Katies arse.

"Yes...............cum in my arse.......oh god.........I'm going to cum too."

Katies reply spun my head and my cock exploded deep inside her rectum. I struggled to maintain my composure almost falling over. When I cum, I cum hard.

With one last thrust I buried my cock to the hilt inside her. Her sphincter grasping me....squeezing every drop of cum out. 

I held onto Katie for a minute, hugging her in this odd position. Standing up and fucking was something we'd have to try again. I slowly withdrew and Katie grabbed a teal towel and gave it to me. My cock was a sloppy mess of cum and hand cream, a nice white mess, surprisingly. After cleaning my cock I ran it up her arse to wipe her clean causing her to purr. She definitely was a nasty girl that craved kinky attention.

I pulled away tossing the filthy towel on the floor. "That was fucking incredible," I sighed.

"I love the way your cock feels up my arse." Katie slowly reached for two large goblets keeping an eye on me as she did. She smiled softly as she poured red wine into them from a nearby open bottle. 

"I think we need to celebrate," she said handing me one of the glasses. Clinking the glasses together we took a mouthful together looking into each others eyes.

"I hope we have more great nights like tonight," I proposed.

"I hope so," replied Katie walking over to the oven. "I think dinners ready."

We paused, looking at one another then burst out laughing both realising what an odd, but defiantly interesting night we'd had so far, and we hadn't even had dinner yet.

We ate, drank some red wine, then curled up as we watched TV before retiring to bed. 

As my mind wavered before I fell asleep I took stock of what an amazing time we'd had. I'd very rarely had a girl suck me dry and then the same girl let me sodomise her. 

So to find a girl that was into both, and to do one after the other was incredible. I fell asleep in her arms hoping this wasn't a dream.

Katie and I spend were inseparable for the first few days spending all our spare time together. I was ramming my cock deep into her cunt within a day, the last remnants of discomfort having passed from her procedure. Her cunt was tight, warm and intoxicating. But being the deviant bastard that I am I still fucked her arse more. I think that in the time we spent together I fucked her arse more than her cunt with no complaints from her.

Katie came to my unit on the Northern Beaches of Sydney the next week wanting to check out my abode. It wasn't as plush or as modern as hers, but it must be a chick thing wanting to see what kind of bachelor you are. My flatmate at the time was a bit of a computer nerd and grunted at her as she walked in. Leaving him to the T.V show he was engrossed in we retired to the kitchen.

After a warm hug and kiss I grabbed a towel to give our wine glasses a quick polish. I don't know if it was an accident, but Katie bent over at the same time I reached for two wine goblets from a lower shelf. Her short denim shirt slide up her shapely legs to reveal a few wisps of pubic hair.

"I had to get some petrol on the way," she started to say as a lump appeared in my throat. "I don't know why all the guys in the petrol station were looking at me."

"Did you drop your fuel cap?" I inquired.

"Yes. How did you know?"

I paused, smiling at her before filling the glasses. "Don't you ever wear panties?"

"I told you that I hate wearing underwear," she replied. "I feel so trapped by them."

Her nipples prodding out of her blouse showed to the world that bras weren't on her clothing list either. Her breasts barely contained within the domes that kept it from popping open.

Passing her a glass we 'clinked' them together and I couldn't ignore the jewel that lay barely covered in front of me. I reached down and under her tiny shirt and let my middle finger stroke her clit. Katie didn't blink an eye, even as the lubrication started to flow. 

Finishing off our wine, we headed out to a club around the corner. With my arm wrapped around her waste I wanted to see if I could shock her. As we passed a person walking into my unit block I quickly reached up and ripped the top open, the top two domes popped open revealing a breast with a pert nipple. My neighbour took a double take at the impromptu exhibitionism leaving Katie to giggle as she popped one of the domes shut. "You're a bad boy." 

One night while we were out on the town, partying, drinking and dancing, we walked past a sex shop in the heart of Sydney. I grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her inside. She held onto my arm like a little lost lamb trying to escape the probing eyes of the hairy old men that roamed around. I imagined that it wasn't often that a honey walked in wearing a slinky, skin hugging dress.




Katie



Having plenty of porn I passed the skin flicks and magazines heading straight to the vibrators. I nodded to Katie to pick one out and she slowly raised her hand to grasp a medium size one. I shook my head and motioned to the largest one they had in store. It was the size of a large corn cob, about ten inches in long and six inches in girth. It looked more like a power tool than a sex toy. 

"Get that one baby," I said handing her a twenty dollar note then pointing to the counter. Sitting in her hand like a cucumber with her fingers unable to wrap around it she walked hesitantly to the counter. 

The weedy shop assistant looked up from his newspaper and got an eye full of my sexy girl. She stood at the counter holding this monster in one hand handing over the cash in the other as I watched slowly walking up. 

"Hi," she said innocently, "I'll take this one. Do you have batteries for it?"

The assistant grabbed a couple of large batteries and inserted them. The toy kicked to life with a growl. "It's twenty for the vibrator. Batteries are extra," he said handing it back to Katie. It buzzed away in her hand till she turned it's base silencing it. 

I was hoping to make his day but he wasn't fazed at all by the situation. I'd imagine that he'd seen everything in his line of work.

I slowly walked up and handed over a five dollar note. "Is this enough for the batteries?"

"Yeah, I'll get your change," he replied not batting an eye.

"No it's fine mate."

I took Katies free hand and we left giggling like a couple of love struck teenagers. 

We walked back to the car and she made no attempt to hide it getting the odd stare and glare. 

Once home we fucked like rabbits. Once her cunt was loosened up I inserted the monster. Her pussy swallowed it whole, devouring it until only the control knob was showing. Turning it on, she quivered, moaning uncontrollably. I slowly inserted my cock inside her arse and fucked her slowly. The thin membrane between her arse and cunt being stretched absurdly. It was hard to maintain control but managed for a few minutes. I eventually couldn't handle the situation and blew my load deep in her bowels almost fainting in the process. I slowly withdrew my cock from her arse leaving her rectum dilated, my cum forming a pool inside. I grabbed the machine that invaded her cunt and pulled it to freedom. Collapsing on top of Katie we hugged, regaining our senses before falling asleep in each other arms.

A few days later we were talking on the phone, just catching up and talking about nothing in general. That was until she paused. "Guess what I did last night?

"Surprise me," I replied having no idea what she was going to shock me with.

" I fucked myself up the arse last night with the vibrator."

I dropped the phone. Picked it up slowly, and took a deep breath.

"Are you fucking with me?" 

"Nope," Katie giggled. "It took some doing, lots of lube but it went in."

I had to take a deep breath and imagine what it would look like. This huge corn cob vibrator slipping inside her slim shapely arse certainly made an inviting image.

"I'm coming over tonight," I said confidently. "I'll see you then."

"I thought that might make you come over," replied Katie with a cheeky tone to her voice.

The next few hours dragged on and the drive to her unit seemed to take forever. When I finally knocked on the door it was like we were meeting again for the first time. She opened it and we hugged in the door like we had done before but I quickly pushed her down to her knees and Katie knew immediately what I wanted. With the door still half open she took my rock hard cock out and crammed as much as she could into her mouth. Still fully dressed Katie slurped away fucking my cock with her mouth. With the customary greetings out of the way I pulled her up, shut the door, and ushered her to the bedroom.

Once in the bedroom Katie dispensed with her light summer dress revealing her naked body underneath. Lying down on the bed she grasped the monster toy stroking it gently.

"You want to see this up my arse don't you bad boy?" she coyly sighed

I stood in the doorway with my cock still at half mast enjoying the show. "Lube it up baby. Show me what you can do with it."

Katie bought it slowly to her mouth and took a few inches in. Her mouth stretched obscenely over it for the first act of the night. Now that it was lightly lubed Katie aimed the tip at her cunt and pushed it gently inside. Turning it on, she lay back rolling her eyes as in a trance. Katie moaned gently drowning out the buzzing drone emanating from inside her. I watched for a few minutes but my patience was wearing out. 

"Wake up," I demanded. "You know what I've come to see."

Katie snapped awake smiling at me. "Hand me the lube baby."

I walked over and handed her the tube of lubricant that was sitting on her bedside table. Katie withdrew the monster; her cunt letting out an audible gasp as the vacuum was replaced by air rushing inside.

I opened the tube and squeezed some of its contents on the top of the toy which Katie was holding onto like an ice cream. With a finger, she smeared it over the end and rolled onto her side aiming the weapon at her tight, pink, puckered rear hole. Having to take both hands, Katie rolled slightly on her side as she slowly, gingerly pushed. After a few moments her efforts were rewarded as it slowly eased past her sphincter. More gently pushing insured and about half of the huge toy slowly slid inside her slim arse. This was fucking incredible. Something that you might see on a hardcore porn movie. Katie turned the toy on and moaned, loving the feeling of being stretched and penetrated. I in turn, was standing next to her bed shaking, mentally turning on my minds video recorder taking this amazing sight in.

I stepped forward grasping her chin easing my hard cock inside her moaning mouth. Bending forward to watch the show, I fucked her mouth, watching the toy easing slowly in and out of her arse. One hand wrapped firmly around the monster guiding it . A couple of minutes of this and I was done, blowing my load down Katies throat; having to gap the bed head to keep my balance I was so overcome.

Katie slowly withdrew the toy leaving her sphincter open, stretched obscenely, the pink insides of her rectum open for the world, or me, to see.

"Did you enjoy that sir?" she quietly asked once my cock was free from her oral grip.

"Fuck me," I sighed gaining my composure taking a few deep breaths in. "That was amazing."

"I'm glad you liked it. You're making me so horny lately I'm wanting to do more and more wild things."

Katie and I spend the next few hours relaxing. Preparing, then cooking dinner drinking a glass of wine. Just having some quiet romantic time together enjoying each others company.

After dinner we stacked the dishwasher and topped our wine glasses again and curled up on the leather couch watching a movie. 

"How's your arse sexy girl?" I enquired. "Not too sore I hope?"

"No, it's fine," Katie quickly replied. "You've been fucking my arse so much it's used to all the attention."

"Maybe you can handle another round with the destructor?" I laughed, giving an amusing name to her new pet toy.

"If you like."

Not wanting a second invitation, and not enjoying the show that was on T.V I decided to make my own entertainment. 

"Get a beer as well on the way back," I ordered sitting upright giving my girl a gentle nudge. 

Katie sprung to her feet walking briskly to the bedroom before exiting with the toy in one hand and the lube in the other. She made a small detour to the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of beer then obediently stood in front of me. "Anything else you'd like?" 

"You. Naked."

Once Katie had gently placed the items on the coffee table she flicked the sun dress from her shoulders letting it fall to the floor. Now standing naked in front of me pointed to the floor next to the leather lounge.

"On all fours," I barked.

Ever the submissive one Katie assumed the position leaving me to open the beer taking a swig. "Get your head down and spread your legs bitch."

We constantly barbed one another with one liners so I knew she wouldn't be offended. It was an constant cause of amusement to see who could insult the other more lewdly. If she called me a 'bastard arse rapist', I'd fire back calling her a 'father fucking gutter whore'. We certainly had different ways of showing affection to each other.

With her head buried in the carpet, Katies arse pointed straight up towards the ceiling. I squeezed the tube of lube on her once puckered arse hole It was so used to being stretched it was now seemingly semi open, ready for the next round of abuse. Katie squealed at the cold sensation.

"Shut the fuck up slut. You're lucky I'm using some."

Katie's girly giggle indicated she was loving the attention.

With the beer bottle in one hand I took the huge toy and aimed it at her rectum. I was loving this power, the freedom to do whatever I wanted. I slowly pushed the tip inside amazed at how little resistance I was getting. With not much effort it pushed past her ring and slowly eased inside. Placing my beer down I applied more lube and pushed more of the toy inside. Eight inches was now buried deep inside her arse leaving me just enough to hang onto, enough to plough inside her rectum and keep up a steady rhythm. I sat back on the soft leather lounge and turned the T.V back on. With the football on was in male macho heaven.

With my left hand alternating between changing channels and drinking my beer, my right hand was steadily fucking Katies arse with a huge corn cob sex toy. She remained on all fours next to the lounge eating the carpet, whimpering slowly, keeping in time with the motion of my hand. My deviant mind was working overtime and I decided to try a couple of things. Removing the toy entirely, I thrust it straight back in her arse getting a sudden audible moan of approval. I did this several times with no objections. Removing it one more time I sized it up next to the beer bottle. Being of similar size I knew it was only the feel, and probably temperature that would discern the two apart. With her rectum open and stretched the bottle eased inside with no hesitation. I had just invented the arse-stubby holder.

Katie continued to moan with pleasure, maybe discomfort, maybe slight pain as her arse was being stretched. The raw mix of pleasure and pain overwhelming her senses. 

I slowly fucked her arse with the bottle for a minute giving her no idea that I had changed to device in her rectum. Knowing the trance that she was in I decided it was now time to push the limits even further. I removed the beer bottle slowly to reveal a gaping open rectum. Her poor sphincter was stretched wider than it had probably been stretched before. I applied some lube on my hand and decided to see if I could stretch it further. 

Easily entering four fingers I curled my thumb around inside my palm and slowly eased my fist inside her. I slight push was all it took from my right hand and my wrist passed inside her arse. The sight was fucking amazing with her rectum closing around my hand. I held it there and reached around with my free hand and slightly stroked her clit. Katie moaned louder, her body shaking. With my fist impaled inside her I could feel her bodies slightest movement.

"Mm mm, too much....."

Katies limit was being pushed so I slowly retracted my fist; her sphincter muscle stretching over my hand is it withdrew. The sight of her open and gaping arse is something that I'll never forget. I continued to rub her clit sensing her oncoming orgasm. She moaned louder.........

"Yesssss............."

"Come on baby," I pleaded. I wanted her to cum hard and sensed her oncoming orgasm.

"Yesss.............!!" Katie screamed, her head buried in the carpet barely muffling her orgasm as it cascaded through her body. Continuing to slowly stroked her clit I could feel the intensity as it rolled over and over, her body shaking as it slowly subsided. Katie feel on her side curling up in the featal position. 

"Wow. That looked intense."

"That was fucking incredible," Katie sighed. "I've never come so hard. That toy up my bum just stretches me. I don't know if it's pleasure or pain at times............it's so hard to describe. But it did start to hurt abit at the end."

"Yeah, I suppose my fist up your arse was pushing your limits abit."

Katies expression changed from numb to shock. 

"You had your fist in my arse!"

"The whole thing. And you loved it."

Katie paused, looking up at me in shock. "You're a cunt."

" I love you too slut. Now come here." I held stood up pulling Katie to her feet and hugged her. "That was fucking amazing."

She held on tight whispering into my ear. "I love you."

We retired to bed and fell asleep in each others arms. I awoke first in the morning as the sun filtered through the thin silky curtains. Gently stroking the wispy hair on her pussy, I caressed Katies inner thigh to gently part her legs. Seemingly still asleep she responded spreading her legs allowing me access to her cunt. Without hesitation I climbed on top and aimed my now hard cock at her entrance, sliding it up and down, getting her juices flowing. It only took a few seconds until her pussy lips slightly opened allowing me to enter, slowly at first, then with some gentle fucking, I sank my cock deep into her maintaining my weight on my elbows.

Katies eyes slowly opened and she smiled looking up at me. "Good morning."

I slowly fucked her feeling her juices flow freely now." Hi there. Just helping myself. I didn't think you'd mind."

"Not at all. I told you that you could help yourself any time, to anything you want."

"And I intend to," I replied thrusting into her sexy tight cunt. "So how is your arse feel?"

Katie moaned freely."It feels great. Why don't you feel for yourself and fuck it."

Her invitation intrigued me and I withdrew from her cunt, pulled her legs, and aimed my cock at her once puckered arse. It was slightly open from last night and the head of my cock slipped in easily. I was about to slowly ease inside and Katie surprised me.

"Now fuck my cunt," she ordered staring up at me.

I liked where her deviant mind was and with one hit withdrew my cock from her arse and thrust it into her cunt, right to the hilt. Once again I fucked her for a few seconds until.........

"Fuck my arse!"

I withdrew and with no hesitation thrust my cock straight up her arse until my balls slapped on her cheeks. My momentum was steady but I said nothing looking down at her.

" Now fuck my cunt."

As before, I withdrew and thrust it thrust it into her cunt and continued the fucking. This went on for a few minutes, slowly building more and more momentum.

"Fuck my arse!" Once again I changed orifices and fucked Katies sexy arse.

"You love being a slut don't you?" 

My words widened her smile. "Yes. I love being a slut. You bring it out in me."

"How much of a slut do you want to be for me?"

"As much of a slut as you want me to be," Katie replied thrusting her hips up as if to enforce her statement.

I paused in thought as I fucked her hard. "You know what real sluts do don't you?"

Katie didn't say anything for a few seconds. Her expression changing from pleasure to puzzlement.

"They fuck around?"

"Yes they do," I quickly snapped back. "So do you want to be a real slut for me?"

Katies expression waned from pleasure to puzzlement, to ecstasy.

"If you want me to. I'll fuck anyone you want, any time. I'll do anything you want."

I groaned in appreciation. Her willingness to do anything for me was never ending.

"But I want you to do something for me first," she said.

"What would you like princess," I moaned back barely containing my load which was at bursting point.

"I want you to cum over my face."

Katies request blew my mind; I pulled out and blew my load over her. Katies giggling, smiling face was drenched in my cum as I knelt over her panting heavily.

"Fucken hell," I exhaled. "That was amazing."

Katie couldn't stop laughing, my cum dribbling down over her face and down her cheeks and chin. "You're so kinky. I love it."

"Wait until I get warmed up," I warned. 

The following week couldn't pass quick enough. Work seemed to drag on but Friday night finally rolled around and I almost ran up the stairs to Katies apartment. I paused regaining my composure before knocking on the door slowly.

"Come in lover boy," said Katie when she opened the door greeting me with a warm hug. "I've missed you."

"I've missed you too," I replied kissing her passionately. Our embrace lasted for almost a minute with my hands running over her body. "I see you're ready to go."

She had changed from her work clothes into one of her many sexy minute cocktail dresses.

"You said you wanted to go out so I wanted to get ready for you. I don't want to keep you waiting."

"Good," I replied holding her at arms length. "I'm glad you know what I like. And of course, you know what I like the most don't you?"

"Yes......I do."

"I'm waiting..............." 

Katie paused for a few seconds. "You like me to be a bad, submissive girl. Who'll do anything for you."

"That's right. And you'll do anything for me tonight?"

"Yes," replied Katie quickly.

We hurried out to my waiting car and drove into Sydney's CBD where we had a quiet drink in a bar. It was while we had dinner I decided to make my move and reveal my intentions for the night.

I looked over the the table and smiled at my beautiful Asian girl. Winking at her, I reminded her of our fun the previous weekend.

"I loved everything we did last weekend," I said drinking some wine.

"So did I," replied Katie matching my move and raising her glass. "I couldn't believe your whole fist was inside my arse."

"I loved that you agreed to be a slut for me and fuck anyone I want."

Katie swallowed her wine slowly and placed the glass down looking at me. "Yes I will. I'd love to be your slut girlfriend and fuck around. If that's what you really want."

"Yes I do. As long as I know what you're doing and you don't fuck around behind my back. And you have to tell me all the details."

Katie stopped eating and continued to look at me. "Whatever you want," she replied, then went back to eating her meal.

I took a mouthful then gave her my plans for the evening. " I want you to pick up a guy and take him home and fuck him. Just make sure he leaves, and tell him I'm your flatmate."

"Ok," she replied as she continued eating. Her nonchalant reply without hesitation took me be surprise. I decided to pursue the evenings events and quickly finished up. After paying for the meal we skipped out like honeymooners arm in arm looking for a bar.

Like any big city there are bars a plenty in Sydney. Looking for one that had married businessmen relaxing after work was easy pickings. After getting a drink we stood in the corner keeping a casual distance from each other.

"You want to back out now?" 

"Nope," replied Katie playing my game. "I'll be the a bar slut for you. Who do you want me to fuck?"

There must have been about thirty guys in suits. Some in their twenties, some thirties, but most mid to late forties. The ones I wanted Katie to entertain.

I nodded to a group of three guys in their late forties. Just average guys, probably married to their jobs and to an average wife waiting at home for them. 

"I want you to go up to those guys and start talking. Find one that is married and not going to chase you afterwards. Tell him that you're boyfriend is overseas and probably cheating on you and that you want to get him back. And tell him that you'll do anything he wants. Especially things his wife won't do."




Katie



"Anything else?" Katie asked like she was getting takeaway pizza. 

"Yeah. Tell him he can't stay the night because your boyfriend might be home later and your flatmate, me, is sick of the noisy sexy coming from your room. I'll leave you to it and go home."

"Ok," replied Katie taking her glass and leaving our table. I was trying to push her boundaries but something was telling me that picking up guys and having casual sex was something she was very familiar with. I took my drink and retired to a dark corner of the bar where I could observe Katie for a while before going home. 

Without hesitation she bowled up to the three guys and introduced herself. Katie flirted freely with them like they were old friends. I watched intently for a few minutes as her flirting got heavier with one; her arm around him, snuggling up to his side. She whispered something into his ear and he almost dropped his glass. Katies words obviously appealing with him as he nodded, toasting his mates like he'd won the lottery. It was then that I realised that I'd better head home.

I did a mad dash to Katies unit and grabbing my video camera from my car. Running up the stairs I let myself in hoping I'd have enough time to set it up covertly before she arrived.

I had already pre-planned where I was going to place the camera and opened her bed room door placing the recorder on top of the dressing table covering it with a blouse that was lying on the floor. I hit the record button and left the room in time to hear footsteps coming up the stairs quickly being drowned out by laughing. I deftly grabbed the remote to the TV and quickly turned it on jumping into the lush leather sofa. 

The key being slid into the lock of the door was quickly followed by it being opened and the sound of two pairs of feet entering the unit. I made out that I was asleep; my hand holding the remote lying loosely at my side as the TV blared away. 

"Sssh," whispered Katie in the background. "My flatmates watching something. I think he's asleep."

I heard a mans guttural laugh that slowly subsided as Katies fuck for the night went into her bedroom being dragged there by my personal slut. The night went slow as I dare not change channel or the volume. The clock on the video my only respite of time with only the slight laugh and groan emanating from Katies room. 

Just over an hour later I heard Katies door open and the footsteps of her lover leaving the unit. Still making out that I was asleep I only heard whispers as he left the unit, Katie thanking him for a great time and he reciprocating with similar words.

The door closed and a few seconds passed before Katie quietly walked up behind me kissing my ear. "Was I a good slut?"

Tilting my head back I saw her beautiful, yet slutty face smiling down at me. Wearing a silky negligee, her hair and make-up was a mess and her face with dry cum splattered everywhere. "It looks like you were. Now go and get the video. It's on top of your dresser."

Katie giggled like a school girl as she ran back to her bedroom while I pulled my throbbing hard cock out. She skipped back a second later carrying the camera handing it over to me obediently. 

"Now get on your knees slut." I instructed standing and plugging the camera into the TV. Plunging my aching cock into Katies mouth I fast forwarded the video until Katie and her lover entered the room. This was too much to bear and I had to sit down and watch the show in front of me. Katie had dropped to her knees and unzipped her guest and started sucking his cock.

I grabbed Katie slut by the hair and dragged her willingly to the sofa keeping my cock in her mouth. I sat back as she bobbed her head, fucking my cock with her mouth mimicking the vision in front of me. 

"So you'll do anything for me?" he asked.

"Anything your wife won't do," replied Katie taking his cock out looking up at him.

"Then I want to cum on your face."

"Only if you call me a slut," replied Katie looking up at him with her puppy dog eyes.

"Holy fuck," he groaned stroking his cock violently."You fucking slut..........."

A huge rope of cum landed on her cheek causing her to moan. "Yes...........cover me"

His cock erupted covering her sexy slutty face with cum. She opened her mouth taking in a few last spurts then he plunged his dying cock back deep inside her throat.

This was too much for and I shot my load into her mouth. Katie never lost a beat continuing the steady rhythm. 

I continued to watch the video as I recovered. It was better than any porn video that I'd seen. This was my girl, the slut that I loved showing off her true potential. She revived her lover by sucking his cock back to life then lay back and fingered her cunt enticing her to fuck her. He duly obliged entering her in one motion fucking her with vigour; animal grunts elimination from his throat. They changed positions several times starting with her on top then changing to doggie. 

While he fucked her cunt from behind she pulled her arse cheeks open revealing her puckered arse hole that I had violated so many times.

"Remember,' she said with her head buried in the pillow, "Anything your wife won't do, I will." 

He took the hint and removed his cock from her slick cunt and aimed it at her arse. Using the lube from her cunt juices he slowly pushed the head of his cock into her arse and quickly went balls deep inside her.

I slowly stroked my cock back to life watching as my girl was sodomised in front of me. Katie curled up next to me watching intently, almost transfixed as she watched herself.

Her lover didn't last very long, grunting as he fucked her rectum. One last grunt and he pushed deep into her and shuddered, cumming inside her arse. He stayed put for half a minute then slowly withdrew.

"My wife never lets me do that. That was fucking amazing."

He sighed before falling over lying depleted of energy next to Katie. 

" I hope I was a bad slut for you, " Katie said stroking his chest softly.

"Fuck me. I think I'm fucked for a month now." He lover laughed softly to himself.

"So I don't suppose there's any chance..........?"

Katie quickly interrupted. " I told you the rules. This was only a once off thing."

"Ok," he sighed softly, "But my god you must have a lucky boyfriend."

"Oh yes," she replied "He's one lucky guy. Anyway..............I'm tired now....."

Her guest took the hint and rolled off her bed and picked up her clothes. They exchanged some small talk as he left.

I turned off the video and cuddle my girl, my lover, my slut."So, did you enjoy it?"

There was a moment of awkward silence before she answered me. "I loved it," she cooed. "I love sex. I love you. And I love pleasing you."

We looked deep into each others eyes then kissed passionately. Our hands roaming each others bodies as we embraced each other. We made love and came together and curled up on the sofa falling asleep together.

Over the next couple of weeks we continued our deviant ways. Exploring each others bodies and coming up with new and inventive ways to enjoy our sexuality.

My mind was in constant overdrive as to how I could corrupt her even more. We talked about more scenarios, every one wilder than the next and she said yes to all my ideas. 

Over the next couple of months I watched in person, or via video as Katie picked up and fucked over dozen more guys just as she had the first time. One guy was a visiting black businessman from America. He had a huge black cock and came bucket loads all over her slutty face. As he was fucking her arse with his huge donkey cock he watched awe telling her no girl had ever taken his cock her butt.

I placed adds in several adult magazines offering the services of my girl and got many replies. I responded to the genuine average guys that had never had the services off a sexy slut before and loved the attention. I was present for all of those and joined in fucking Katie together. 

I loved watching her fuck teens and older guys. One guy, in his late sixties fucked her in the kitchen of his house as his wife was watching T.V only a few feet away oblivious to their actions.

We escalated to couples and enjoyed a few foursomes and group sex. I loved watching Katie as she was fucked in the arse by the husband while she was eating out the cunt of his wife. She told me that she had never been with a woman but her actions and demeanour told me something else. She continued to go ahead with all my plans hinting that maybe we should be charging all these guys that fucked her.

I thought I'd push her even further and hinted at golden showers which she agreed to. Firstly be my peeing on her hand and she licking it off. Then pissing on her in the shower. Then fully dressed in the shower wearing some very sexy clothes. Then fully dressed in a light rain shower while we were out in public one night. No one even blinked an eye thinking that she had gotten caught in the rain.

I then pushed her further, peeing in her open mouth, pouring down her cheeks before swallowing some. The finale of that fetish was to watch as she drank a wine glass full of my warm piss in a restaurant. I had taken it to the bathroom and returned with it after emptying my bladder. She looked at we as she slowly drank the entire glass. So wrong but so sexy.

After sometime her personality changed with some bizarre mood swings in between our deviant sexual ways. She loved what we were doing but insisted on charging guys that were fucking her. One time she let out a secret that she used to work at the reception of a brothel on the Gold Coast. Usually that means that they were working there and not at the reception counter.

We argued now and then and one time she accused me of cheating on her. I stormed out and when for a drink in the city to cool my nerves. Sydney is a huge city with millions of people but sometimes things just happen to prove how small our world can be. I got talking to a girl at the bar and we exchanged details of our life. When I said I knew of a girl without giving away Katies name the woman said she worked with a girl that sounded just like her. She went on to tell me stories about her wild ways and how she fucked every male at the car dealership that they worked together at. When I asked for her name my heart sank a little when she told me her name was Katie.

Things were starting to add up about her obscure past and distance from her family. While we shared alot in common, not only great sex, I couldn't deal with the insecurities and lies that were coming my way. We broke up but remained friends for a couple of years.

In that time she told me of the many men that she dated and some details of what they got up to although she was reluctant to go into too much detail. We were set to go away on a break together but at the last minute she had a change of plans. A wild party just happened and she had to go, get drunk and take some drugs. Once again I was pissed off with her erratic ways and that was the last I heard of Katie.

It's been several years now but I still look back with fond memories of the good times we shared as well as the hot deviant sex. She would have to be without doubt one of the wildest women I've met. But as I've found over the years, if you date a wild woman you have to put up with their wild ways as well.



Katie



Katie's hands were shaking, and, to her embarrassment, she was beginning to sweat despite the chilly room. She had missed rent for the first time last month, and now she was sitting on a cold leather couch about to interview for nude modeling. He said it was tasteful, she thought, although she wasn't naïve enough to be convinced that it was. Ricky, the photographer, was grossly overweight, with thick, knobby hands and a hair line that had finished receding years ago. The way his eyes lingered on Katie's breasts made her want to cross her arms.

"Are you ready to begin?" he said, smiling like a shark.

"Y-yes," she whispered.

"Excuse me?" Ricky leaned forward, tilting his head toward her. "Speak up, please."

Katie took a deep breath, You only have to work for him a few times. At a thousand dollars a day, her debts would be paid off in no more than three shoots. "Yes, I'm ready," she said, trying to sound more confident than she felt.

"Okay, okay, good. Just follow my directions." Ricky took a camera out of his desk. "Stand, please."

She stood up, her cheeks burning. She wanted to run back to her apartment and hide, but she didn't have that option.

"Good, good. Now turn. You're in very good shape, very lovely skin. What's your ethnicity?"

"I'm Mexican," she replied."

Ricky grunted in confirmation, still taking pictures. The click-click-click of the camera's shutter made her nervous.

"When did you turn eighteen?" he asked.

"A few m-months ago," she said, still too nervous to get rid of the embarrassing stutter.

"Okay, take off your top."

Katie's heart hammered. Oh my God. I'm not ready. I'm not ready. I'm not ready. She swallowed, "I'm sorry," she said, "I don't know if I can."

Ricky's mouth worked, then he spoke in a carefully controlled tone. The kind that suggested simmering anger just beneath the surface. "Listen. I am very busy. This is your one chance to model here. Do you understand? You can't change your mind and come back later." She nodded her head to indicate that she did. "Good. Then think for a moment and then tell me, 'yes', or 'no', are you doing this or not."

More than anything, Katie wanted to take a shower and wash the shame and humiliation of Ricky's hungry eyes off her skin. She thought about looking for a different job, but knew that anywhere else, she wouldn't be able to pay her rent on time, let alone her credit card bills. For the first time, she really considered asking her parents for help. After the fight we had about going to school here? No. I've got to prove I can take care of myself.

"Well?" he asked, snapping her out of her thoughts.

Katie studied her shoes. "Yes, I'll do it,"

"Good, good," he smiled again, not even trying to hide the smug satisfaction on his face. "Take your shirt off then."

Katie took a shaking breath, hesitated, then pulled her t-shirt up over her head. Goosebumps rose on her arms in the chilly air. Her bra was white with pink stripes, and she suddenly felt very embarrassed about how girlish it looked.

Ricky assessed her out loud like a piece of meat. "Good stomach. Very flat and firm. Tan is consistent throughout." Then to her, "Very good. How tall are you?

"About five one." Her voice was shaking.

"Okay, take the jeans off."

Katie sat down to untie her Chuck Taylor's, taking her time. She could see Ricky getting a little impatient, but she needed a few breaths before she could take her jeans off for him. She hadn't realized it until just now, but her body, for some horrible reason, was becoming aroused. Katie could feel her panties getting damp, and she didn't want the humiliation of Ricky seeing that.

But she was barefoot now, and couldn't think of another way to stall except to walk out, and she couldn't do that. She stood up and unzipped her jeans, wiggling out of them.

Ricky leered at her wetness, but didn't say a word. In a way, that made Katie feel even more uncomfortable. She bit her lip and felt the color rise in her cheeks. Ricky took some more pictures, having her face front, back, and sideways for him, then said, "Now everything else."

Katie closed her eyes—Just a few times, she reminded herself—and reached back to unclip her bra. She let if fall to the floor but instinctively covered herself. Her panties were soaked. Absurdly, she wanted nothing more than to be at home alone so she could masturbate and relieve the tension building up in her. What's wrong with me?

Ricky twirled his fingers in a "keep going," gesture.

Katie's teeth began to chatter, not from the cold, but from an overload of nerves and arousal. She had never felt this way before. She absolutely did not want to be here, but she also no longer wanted to leave.

She slid her panties off, the cool air lighting her nerves up, nearly causing her to moan out loud. She took a deep, shaking breath.

"You have small breasts, but a nice shape." Ricky leaned forward, "Your nipples are great. Brown and hard. But your pussy is the money maker. And you're getting so wet. Do you enjoy this Katie?" Ricky asked, again with another of his damn smiles. He seemed to have one for every occasion.

Yes!"No!" she shouted in embarrassment.

"Come toward me," he said.

Katie stepped closer to Ricky, and then, without warning, he reached out and squeezed her breasts, pinching her nipples lightly. The sensation was incredible, the experience was not. She felt so humiliated she wanted to cry. And then Ricky reached up with his other hand and stroked her clit. She was wet and slippery, and despite how ashamed she felt, her eyes rolled back and her hips pushed against his finger.

This time she couldn't help it, she groaned against his touch, her knees weak and shaking. The room was spinning and she thought she was going to collapse. This fat, disgusting man was touching her most private places, and her body wanted nothing more than for him to keep going. Before Katie could figure out the emotions running through her, Ricky had backed away, physically spinning her around. Yes! Please! For one terrifying, confusing moment, she thought—hoped—that he was going to fuck her. Instead, he picked up his camera and took more pictures like nothing at all had happened.

A moment later, he was done. "Great, lets have a seat and talk."

Katie—humiliated, ashamed, confused, aroused, disappointed—picked up her panties, wanting desperately to get dressed and run home, but Ricky stopped her. "I like you better naked, just sit." Katie obeyed, not really sure why. "I think you're wonderful. I have a shoot I'd like you to do, but it's today. Can you do it?"

Today? she thought. For a moment she hoped that he would be the photographer. Oh my God. What am I thinking? I would have let him fuck me. After what had just happened, she needed more time to decide how she felt about all this. "Today is too soon. When is the next one?" she said, embarrassed by how out of breath she was.

"Okay. No problem," he said, disappointed. "In that case, the next opening is in about six months."

Her heart sank. "Six months?"

"This one's only available because my model is stuck in Seattle."

Katie became uncomfortably aware that she had only two choices. Model for Ricky, or go back to her parents. She would lose her car and her phone. She would never get an education, and that meant never leaving the shitty town she grew up in. But what does modeling for Ricky mean?



Katie - A Short Stroke Story



Katie

She had only been working at the Verizon store for two years and she had advanced far for her age. She had been working sales on the floor for the last year and did very well. She was on college break for Christmas so she was grabbing some hours at the store for some quick spending money. Her name was Katie and she was waiting on a nice older man who was trying to decide if he wanted one of those newfangled cell phones.

She knew this sale was going nowhere. This guy was lonely and just wanted to talk to the pretty young girl at the phone store as long as possible. She was pretty, her blonde hair wavy and shoulder length and her face very much girl next door. She had been raised by well-to-do parents but she was very well grounded and had no problem talking and flirting wth the sweet old man for as long as he wanted.

It was close to closing time anyway. She looked at her watch. Thirty minutes left and she was out of here. She was going out tonight with her friends which explained the pretty black dress she was wearing. After being in sweats and tshirts for the whole fall semester it felt good to get a little dressed up. The dress had thick shoulder straps but the front sunk low so her pushup bra was able to generate a lot of cleavage. She was also wearing black stockings and simple black heels. She looked very classic but very hot. 

The old man finally ran out of stuff to talk about and she told him goodbye and gave him her card. He smiled big when she told him to come back anytime he wanted. She did really mean it, he was harmless and she knew he enjoyed their talk. She walked to the front of the store and her manager John was starting to close out the registers. She leaned over the counter and asked if he needed help. He said he would be ok, she could leave in a few minutes if no one else came in. John was a nice man and had been her boss the whole time she had worked here. He hired her when she was a skinny 16 year old kid and trained her well. She was now the most efficient salesperson he had only two years later.

She heard the door and turned to see an older black woman enter the store followed by two young kids and an older boy. Her eyes were drawn to the boy, he was huge. He had to be well over 6 feet tall which was huge compared to her 5'4". He also had big rolls hanging off his head. She noticed his pants were worn but they were not sagging. Looking at the woman she figured he wouldn't dare. The two young kids ran to a shiny display and Katie walked slowly over to the woman. 

"Hello, my name is Katie, can I help you?" she said and held out her hand.

"Hello sweetie, I am Gloria and this is my son Tony." She said and held out her hand.

Katie shook her hand and then held her hand out to Tony. He took her hand and squeezed. Katie felt a shock run through her body when he touched her. She looked at him and he was smiling, his eyes were gorgeous and were looking right at her. She felt like he was looking right into her and then she realized she was still holding his hand. She pulled away and turned to the woman.

"How can I help you?" Katie said.

"I want to get my son a phone for his 18th birthday. It was last week. He got his grades up and I told him he could have one if he did that." Gloria said.

Katie looked at the boy again. He looked so tough and it seemed strange to hear his mom talk like that about him. He smiled at her again and she felt a tingle run through her. Why was he affecting her like that? She shook her head and led the woman over to the new phones. They looked at a few and she picked out one for him. He didn't really show any preference. She thought he just seemed happy to get any phone.

She walked the mom over to the desk and he was looking after his younger brother and sister. She rang up the phone and went over the details with the mom who was very up on the latest plans. Katie was impressed with her knowledge and the respect that seemed to ooze out of her pores. 

Tony walked up to the desk and Katie felt his eyes on her. She had to bend over a little to get to the keyboard and she knew her dress fell open a little. She was sure he was getting a nice view of her black lace bra and 36C boobs. She felt her nipples tingle and harden. She felt her body heating up but she did not understand. She was dressed up and was planning on having a good time tonight with her friends, she just didn't plan on it starting at the store.

She finished the computer work and looked up right into his eyes. His mom had moved over with the kids and he was staring right at her. She smiled and felt her pulse start to race.

"You will really like this phone. I have it and I love it." She said to him in her best salesman voice.

"If you love it I am sure I will love it. You look like you are a good judge of quality." He said in a deep slow voice.

Katie felt her legs weaken when he spoke to her. His voice ran right through her and she was starting to sweat. She tried to focus on the sale and get through to closing. She looked over at John and he was closing the last register other than the one she was using. She looked back at Tony.

"I need to go in the back and program your phone, it will take about 10 minutes." She said.

He leaned over the counter and whispered to her.

"I am going to the bathroom next door. Meet me at your back door in 3 minutes." He whispered in her ear.

She felt his warm breath on her ear and another tingle ran through her. She watched him walk over to his mom and say something to her. He walked over to the door and left. She stood there transfixed. She was not sure what she was doing. John's voice broke her trance.

"Katie, do you want me to program that so you can go?" John said.

Katie looked at him and she heard her voice as if it was someone else talking.

"No, I got it John. Thanks." She said.

He smiled and she walked over to Gloria.

"Gloria, all I have to do is program Tony's phone and you should be all done." Katie said.

"Thank you so much sweetheart. You take your time, we are in no hurry." Gloria said and Katie looked at the two little kids.

They both smiled up at her and she was amazed at how aware and beautiful they were. She smiled back and then turned to go in the back.

She entered the back and plugged the phone in. She started the download and saw it was going to take 9 minutes. She looked at the back door and paused. It was a simple door and she had gone through it many times. Somehow now it seemed to be a more complex door. It was the doorway to somewhere she had never gone. She did not know what awaited her beyond the simple red door but her feet took her towards it.

She reached for the doorknob and checked to make sure she had her key. She sure didn't want to get locked out at night. The doorknob felt cold in her warm hand and she felt it turn slowly. She heard the tongue disengage and she felt the door open. She took a deep breath and opened it.

She stepped out into the dark. There was a street light but it did not shine on the area around the door. It was very dark where she was and she felt like she was looking out of the darkness at a picture. The parking lot and the stores across the way were very well lit and she could see them easily. There were a lot of people walking in the parking lot and a lot of cars moving around. She knew she was invisible to them as she stood in the darkness next to the door.

She sensed something and saw a man move to her left. She froze and he walked over to her. It was Tony and he stood right in front of her. It was even darker now as he was blocking any random light that was entering the area. He reached out and touched her cheek. Katie felt her heart race as he ran his finger across her cheek and then up to her forehead. His touch felt electric and she opened her mouth to say something.

He moved his finger down her cheek to her mouth and touched her lips. She understood the symbol of quiet and said nothing. He ran his finger across her lips and she felt him pull her lips slightly as he ran his finger across. Tony moved closer and Katie saw his face for a second before his lips locked on hers.

She heard the words in her brain. She was saying "Wait", "What are you doing?", "Not here" and lots of other things but all that came out were grunts and mumbles as Tony kissed her hard. She felt his tongue enter her mouth and wrap around hers. SHe put her hands on his arms and felt his muscles ripple as he held onto her.

He started kissing her cheek and then down her neck. She tried to say something but all she could do was breath. He pulled her shoulder straps down hard and her arms were pinned to her sides. He looked at her black bra and put his hands on her breasts. She sucked in a deep breath and he squeezed. He then pulled the middle of her bra away from her body and easily opened the front clasp. He pulled the bra down her arms and her breasts were right there in front of him. Her nipples were rock hard and she drew in another deep breath as he sucked on the right one.

His mouth was soft and gentle and then he bit her nipple softly. She squealed a little and he licked the nipple and then sucked on the other one. She leaned her head back against the wall as he licked and sucked on her left breast. She felt his hand on her stomach and then her thighs. He slid his hand up her skirt and over her black lace panties. He cupped her pussy and she moaned. He bit her left nipple and pushed his finger into her pussy through her panties at the same time.

"Oh God." Katie said and her hips lurched towards him.

He cupped her pussy again and squeezed. Then he pulled the top of her panties and ripped them down her legs. He knelt down and finished taking off her panties. He lifted her feet to get them completely off. He put them to his nose and took a deep breath and put them in his pocket. Katie felt him lift her skirt and then his tongue touched her clit.

"Ugh, Oh my, oh please, God..." Katie mumbled as Tony began eating her young pussy like a master.

She had had oral sex before but this boy was magical. Her pussy was on fire and his tongue was fanning the flames. She grabbed his head and held on. He lifted her right leg and held it in the air as he continued working on her hot pussy. She felt her legs shiver and then a shock ran through her stomach. 

"Fuck, yes, oh yes." She said and held onto his head.

He licked up her slit slowly and then he flicked it across her sensitive clit. She gasped and then he bit it gently and she came hard. She bit her lip to keep from screaming but made noise anyway as her young body convulsed on this boy's tongue. He stood and his finger stayed on her clit, rubbing it gently and prolonging her orgasm. Her eyes were closed so she didn't see him loosen his pants and a large black cock pop out and move towards her.

He took his finger off of her clit as her orgasm subsided. She felt something hard touch her between her legs but she couldn't see down. He was standing up and he moved his face closer and started kissing her again. She was into the kiss when she felt her pussy open up and a warm telephone pole move into her. She squealed into his mouth but he kept kissing her. The pole was now moving into her stomach. Her pussy felt like it was ripping wide open. 

Katie had slept with two boys. One in her senior year in high school and one the second week of college. She regretted the second one, she was very drunk and really didn't know what she was doing. She woke up in a frat house in an upstairs bedroom next to a boy she had met earlier that night. She was very embarrassed and left quickly. She knew she had had sex but it didn't seem to be more than once that night. She felt she got really lucky so that was the last time she drank alcohol except with her close girl friends in her room. That sort of put a damper on her social life for the rest of the semester but she didn't care.

She thought those two cocks were big, expecially Steve's in high school as he took her cherry but the one that was reaming her out now was mammoth. She was breathing deep and it kept moving into her. She finally felt his pubic hair press against her crotch. He was entirely into her and she had never felt anything like this. Her body felt like it was perched on his cock. She thought he could probably just walk off with her sitting on his cock. She felt him pull out and then push back in. She gasped.

He stopped kissing her and pushed her right leg higher. He put his other hand on the wall and starting hammering her pussy. She tried to look down but she only saw his stomach and then a blur beneath as he was sawing in and out of her. Her arms were still pinned to her sides by her dress. She wiggled them and was able to slide them out and free them. She put her hands on his chest and upper arm. She could feel the power as he manhandled her pussy. She felt like a piece of meat skewered by this powerhouse.

He was sweating as he worked into her body. She was pushed up the wall and then settled back down between strokes. She could feel her boobs bouncing as he drilled her. She closed her eyes and concentrated on his cock. It was fat and it was long. She could not figure out how long but the strokes felt long and deep. She heard her voice as his pace increased.

"Son of a bitch, fuck me, please, oh God, yes." She said.

"Do you like that, cunt? You like my black cock opening up your white pussy?" His voice and Katie lost it.

"Yes, yes. Fuck me harder. Fuck me with your huge cock. Use me." She said and felt her body start to shiver.

"That's it slut, open up that white pussy for me. Gonna fuck you like you have never been fucked before." He said.

"Oh God, oh God, I am cumming. Harder, faster, please, please." Katie's voice again.

He could not believe this girl and he picked up the pace. He grabbed her left leg and lifted it up also. He pushed her knees to the wall and started drilling her deep and hard. He looked down to see her white pussy sucking his black cock in. He loved the way that looked. He found more energy and sped up his strokes.

Katie felt her other leg pulled up and she was held against the wall by this powerful boy. He was hitting her hard and his cock was reaching parts of her insides she didn't think possible. She felt the orgasm start in her toes and fingers and it started working its way to her crotch. It reached her pussy and she screamed. She grabbed his head and pulled it to her chest. Her body was wracked with vibrations but he kept fucking her. How long could he keep this up? That thought crossed her orgasm-riddled brain just for a second. 

Tony felt his own orgasm coming as he fucked this beautiful blonde girl. He looked at her face. It was perfect and her eyes were closed. Her mouth was open and she was uttering some things he knew she would be embarrassed about later. Her hair was a mess and it was stuck to her face. He looked down to see her perfect breasts bouncing as he ran his cock in and out of her. His orgasm was close and he rammed deep into her.

Katie felt him drive into her and she let out another breath. He was pushing his whole body against her. Her breasts were mashed against his chest and his face was next to hers. She felt him lurch and groan. She knew he was dumping a load of cum deep within her. He lurched twice more and then pulled back slowly. She felt his cock leave her pussy and she felt so empty. She felt her pussy close as he slipped out. Her crotch felt sore and wet.

He lowered her legs one at a time and stood her up. He kissed her deep and gentle. He pulled away and looked her in the eyes. He pulled up his pants and walked away. 

Katie stood there for a second and then realized her dress was down around her waist and her bra was on the ground. She bent over and picked up her bra. She put it on and then pulled up her dress straps. She smoothed down her dress and took a deep breath. She unlocked the door and went back into the store. The download had a minute left. That had only taken eight minutes? She immediately thought of that old game Seven Minutes in Heaven. She had eight minutes in heaven. 

She looked up and saw her reflection in the mirror on the wall. Her hair was a mess and she panicked. She found her purse and thank God she had a brush. She brushed her hair and put more lip gloss on. She looked at herself and she thought she looked ok. The download finished and she unplugged the phone and went out the door to the front of the store.

Gloria was standing there talking to Tony and the kids were sitting on the floor. She walked up and handed Tony the phone. He smiled and started playing with it. Gloria looked at her and smiled.

"Kids, it is time to go. Thank Miss Katie for helping us tonight." Gloria said.

"Thank you Miss Katie." The kids said together and she smiled.

Gloria hit Tony on the arm and he looked up.

"Thank you Miss Katie. You were very helpful." He said to her in that deep slow voice.

"You are welcome Tony. You were a very nice customer." She said and smiled.

She handed Gloria her card and told her to call her if there were any problems. Tony took the card and looked at her.

"Thank you. I will." That deep voice again.

Katie watched them all walk out the door and for the first time she hoped her new customer had problems so he would have to call her back.

She looked to see John holding the door for her with the keys in his hand. She walked to the back quickly and got her purse and then walked up to John.

"Good night Katie. Got that one in under the wire. Nice job." John said.

"Thanks John. See you tomorrow." She said and walked out of the store.

She felt a warm stream of cum slide out of her pussy and start to run down her leg. She would have to get some napkins when she got to the bar to meet her friends.



Katie After the Prom



Katie After the Prom: The Carter Brothers' Victims Part 5

Writer's notes: According to the legend, the teenage girl who stumbled out of the Carter brothers' lair disappeared from public records after the Carters were executed in Louisiana State Penitentiary at Angola, Louisiana. Perhaps Katie tried to have a normal life, but... 

If you have not read the first four stories in this series please read QB Murdered Cheerleader Missing, Lair of the Carter Brothers, Bruce's Last Night and Molly Meets the Barron. I hope I've tied up the loose ends from Lair before I tell you what happened to Philippe, which is another story for another nightmare.

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Part 1: Katie and Philippe

The Mustang turned the corner at 12:45 AM, plenty of time ahead of Katie's 1 AM curfew. Philippe parked at the Boudreaus' front door and jumped out. He still looked dashing in his ruffled shirt although he had shed his jacket and bow tie. He almost ran to the passenger door to open it for Katie.

Holding her shoes in one hand and clutch purse in the other Katie worked her way out, the long sleek silk prom gown encumbering her athletic legs. If the dress had been more loosely cut it might have been mistaken for her best nightgown.

With Philippe holding both her arms Katie planted her feet on the warm pavement and stood, feeling the spiked punch rush to her head. Philippe kept a tight grip to steady his date. He couldn't help but admire her under the street light, glowing with fresh sweat, braided hair loosened by vigorous dancing. Hell, who was he kidding? She had dry humped him all over the dance floor.

Still enjoying herself Katie glided into Philippe's arms. He quickly led her in a tango to unheard music ending in a deep dip. Katie started to giggle which turned into out right laughter as he pulled her upright. She wrapped her arms around him and covered his lips with hers, exploring his mouth with her tongue.

When they broke for air Katie whispered "Tonight was marvelous. I had forgotten how to feel sooo gooood."

"Ditto here" said Philippe. "You know, not every eighteen year old girl would have had such a good time with a guy my age."

"Come in with me" she ordered.

"OK, but just for a minute" he replied. "Your dad will be sitting there cleaning his shotgun and I don't think he'll like it if I carry you up the stairs like Rhett Butler."

"You won't have to carry me" Katie giggled. "I can just float!" She transferred her purse to the same hand as the shoes and grabbed his wrist to lead him up the steps and through the front door.

Mr. Boudreau wasn't cleaning his gun: He had dozed off with a book open on his chest, still wearing his office clothes. Mrs. Boudreau was curled up on the couch next to him with her head on his thigh and her knees drawn up to her chest under the bathrobe she wore. Mr. Boudreau started to move as Katie led Philippe into the house.

"Don't get up, Mr. B" said Philippe. "I'm just making sure Katie gets in safely."

Before her dad could reply Katie spun on her toes and planted another kiss on Philippe's mouth. Her mom opened her eyes and both parents stared transfixed as their daughter French kissed her date.

The kiss was just as passionate but did not last as long as the one outside. When Katie broke it she chirped "Goodnight everyone!" and ran up the stairs.

Philippe's eyes were fixed on Katie's body, moving under the silk. So hypnotized was he that he didn't notice that his penis was forming a tent in his pants until he noticed the Boudreaus' eyes on him. "G'night" he mumbled and made a hasty retreat out the door.

Mrs. Boudreau rolled to look up into her husband's face. "Remember our prom night?" she grinned.

"Yeah. We were engaged and your daddy was out of town..."

"And Mom knew exactly what we were doing." Mrs. Boudreau closed her fingers around her husband's hand. "Come on, sweet heart. Let's go to bed."

Part 2: Katie In Her Bedroom

As soon as she closed the door Katie dropped her shoes and purse to the floor and used both hands to untie the halter top of her gown behind her neck. She rolled the gown down to her hips where she paused to grab the waistband of her thong panties then pulled dress and panties down to her ankles. She stepped out of the pile of silk and stood in front of her mirror to remove the adhesive bra cups that had held her tits in place under the backless gown. She mused at how well they had worked: Every boy's eyes had been on her nipples poking through the silk and she had felt the ruffles of Philippe's shirt as they danced.

She rubbed the underside of each breast and unconsciously let her hand wander down to her shaved pussy. To no surprise it was juicy and warm. It was also still virgin, but surely Philippe would take care of that soon enough she thought.

"Hello Katie."

Surprised by the voice Katie spun on her heels to look at the glowing form of her dead boyfriend, Bobby. It had been five months since he and the apparition of Sister Elizabeth had disappeared in her hospital room in a flash of white light.

"Bobby!" she stammered. "What... how...?"

It occurred to Katie to cover herself in the presence of the ghost, but she remembered that in life he had seen her naked. If he had lived he would have been her husband and the father of her children. Besides, she had been naked in the vampire's lair and during her escape, and worst of all Sister Elizabeth's ghost had touched her most private parts. There was no need for modesty here and she let her arms drop to her sides.

"Bobby," she finally composed a sentence. "Why are you here?"

"To stop you from mating with Philippe" Bobby replied without emotion.

Mating? The Bobby she knew when he was alive would have said "Fucking" or "screwing," but she had never heard of a jealous ghost.

"Bobby, I love... loved you when you were alive, but the vampires killed you. Philippe is in my life now...and dead men can't be husbands...or daddies!"

The spirit sighed. "It's not about jealousy, Katie. Vampires do more than drink blood: They touched our souls. And they touched Philippe's soul more deeply than any other. Sister Elizabeth and I died with their imprint on us, but with our sins forgiven..."

Katie gasped "Elizabeth was bitten by..."

"Yes, when she was a twelve year old girl" said Bobby. "She spent fifty years in the service of God trying to break the curse. When we died we became, well, it's difficult to explain. We're not angels, but we're more than ghosts. We come back to earth to continue the battle against vampires."

Katie's eyes showed the slightest glimmer of understanding. "OK, so explain Philippe and me..." her voice trailed off.

Bobby resumed. "You were both touched by great evil that can be passed on to your children, especially if you have Philippe's children. If you mate with him you and he will both be lost."

Katie was now puzzled to the point of anger. "Hold it: It was OK to screw YOU when you were alive but now I can't ever have sex with anyone else? What kind of..."

Bobby's finger touched her lips to stop her. "If I had lived our biggest contact with the supernatural would have been taking our children trick-or-treating. I've seen your possible futures: You still may have a marriage and children... but not with Philippe."

Katie couldn't move her lips but her eyes were full of questions.

"Here," said Bobby, moving his finger to her temple. "See my thoughts."

Katie's mind was flooded with images of a bridal gown, wedding reception, and babies. Then the images changed; dark images of Philippe holding a bloody knife and of herself crying on a tombstone, blood spattered on green leaves of holly bushes and pooling at the feet of... of who?

Bobby took his finger away from Katie's head and she saw what appeared to be blood on his hand.

"Bobby, your finger..." she stammered. "Like Sister Elizabeth in the lair when she touched my..." She couldn't form the words. She had thought the vision was a dream caused by her loss of blood in the vampire's lair; the old nun had appeared and touched her vagina, asking if she had given her "purity" to Bobby.

"When one of our kind touches you," Bobby whispered, "the residue of the vampire's evil manifests itself like this." As he held his finger before her eyes the blood seemed to fade away. "It can't hurt us, but you can pass it to your unborn children, which is why you must not allow Philippe to take your virginity. If you do you and Philippe and your child will be lost to it... forever."

Katie's eyes were blurring over with tears. "Bobby, I love...I still love you..." she struggled.

"And I still love you, Katie" he said. "You're right of course, I can't be the father of your children, but I can do this."

He placed his hand tenderly over her genitals. A warm, almost burning finger touched her clitoris. Katie felt the room spin as the biggest orgasm of her life surged over her from her toes to her head. The "residue" ran like water over his hand and down her thighs.

Part 3: A Mother's Love 

It was 3 AM when Mrs. Boudreau left her sleeping husband to empty her bladder. As she walked she felt the remains of his ejaculation seeping out of her vagina, sticking her nightgown to her thighs. "Fifteen years since his vasectomy," she mumbled in her half awake state, "and he still comes by the quart. God, I love him!"

It had been a long time since they had loved like they had tonight; At least since Katie had been attacked by the vampires. Now, for the first time, Katie seemed to have moved past Bobby's death and the horrors of the lair, and begun to live again. Did they even dare to hope that she might be happy in a marriage to Philippe Trufont?

When she finished in the bathroom a maternal instinct sent Mrs. Boudreau out to the hall to check on her daughter. Why was the door of Katie's room open? And the light still on? Could Katie still be awake at this hour?

As Mrs. Boudreau stepped into the room her heart leaped into her throat. Katie was sprawled on her bed, stark naked, arms and legs thrown spread eagle. Was that blood on her legs? Her period must have started. 

More frightening still, Katie was crying in her sleep. Oh dear God her mom thought, not the nightmares again!

"Katie!" Mrs. Boudreau shouted. Katie didn't respond. "Katie!" she repeated shaking Katie's shoulders. "It's only a dream! Wake up! You're having a nightmare!"

"Bobby... Philippe..." Katie roused. "Mom? Oh, Momma!" She flung her arms around her mother's waist. Mrs. Boudreau sat down on the bed, accepting her naked, trembling child into her arms.

It was several minutes before Katie stopped whimpering enough for her mother to say "Come on, dear. Let's get you under the covers."

"Momma?" Katie begged, accepting her mother's help to stand. "Please don't leave me tonight."

Mrs. Boudreau turned the covers down and literally pushed Katie into the bed. She then turned off the lamp and climbed in next to her child.

"I won't leave you, baby." she whispered. "Not tonight, not ever. I'm here as long as my baby needs me."

Katie was already hugging her mother again, not even conscious of her own nakedness. In seconds she was asleep again.

Sleep would not come so easily for Mrs. Boudreau, who stared at the dark ceiling and whispered "God, please help us." She had spent the month of December like this, holding Katie as she slept. The nightmares had subsided, but now... it didn't matter. Katie needed her mother. That's all there was to it. She would spend the night right here, and any other night if Katie needed her.

As Mrs. Boudreau closed her eyes and began praying the Hail Mary in her mind a glowing form seemed to turn its back and fade into the darkness.

"Bobby..." Katie murmured in her sleep. "I love..." Then there was silence.

Not The End



Katie aka Sandi aka Sandra



My youngest cousin was named Katie at birth but got the nickname of Sandi because of her remarkable resemblance to my deceased sister, Sandra. Please forgive me if I errantly call her by all of these names though personally I prefer calling her Katie, I do tend to slip up when my mind is otherwise occupied.

Katie's hair was the longest in the family and as straight as a washboard but it was the only thing straight in her makeup. She was exactly 6 feet tall and barely weighed 120 pounds. Most of that was height and breasts. Bobbie might be two cup sizes larger than her baby sister but I had my doubts.

The thing that was most impressive about Katie was not her height or her breasts or the fact that she had curves where I had never seen curves, it was her persona. She simply exuded sex from every pore of her supple body and her southern drawl was so sexy that I would wager my soul that her boyfriend's often creamed in their jeans just carrying on a typical everyday type of conversation.

It had been almost two weeks since my first encounter with Bobbie and during that time Laura, Kathleen, Cybill, Kim, Victoria, Bobbie, Charisma, and Lisa had all shared my bed at least once and most of them 2 or 3 times.

Laura had called just before time for her to leave for school to tell me she wanted to visit my new quarters that afternoon if I had no other plans.

After a few more civil words she giggled before saying, "I might be there before noon. I have some sick days coming and I need you."

We hadn't really had an argument yet about her strange weekend disappearances and I hoped we never would but I also knew something was wrong and I hated not knowing what that was.

Anyway, I had been pretty much alone the last day of the two weeks since my first encounter with Bobbie and Laura was once again gone for the weekend. I tried to catch her before she left because her birthday was Saturday but she left from school instead of coming home.

I'm not sure why but the longer I waited in her driveway, the more the cockles rose on the nape of my neck. I had known by a quarter after three that she wasn't coming home but I was still sitting there at three thirty then I got out of my car and let myself in her front door.

I guess I must have left the door ajar as I raced down the hall to her bathroom. Water was every where. Her old tub had a top overflow but it was clogged with hair from what looked like a trim Laura had given herself as the tub filled.

Most of the water made it's way through the overflow but the bathroom floor was completely flooded and the water was just reaching the hall when I ran inside.

I grabbed every towel I could see and packed them at the entrance to keep the water from reaching the oak floor of her hallway then headed to the kitchen after a mop and pail from her pantry.

It took me almost an hour to clean up the mess and I was dripping wet with sweat as I decided to go over to Aunt Kim's and see if any of the girls might need a few bucks and would come over to finish the job.

I can only surmise that my mind was totally pre-occupied because I was over half way across the living room on my way to the front door when as sexily as she could Katie said, "Exactly what does a young lady have to do to get your attention Cousin."

I'm not sure which popped first my eyes or my cock through my zipper when I turned my head and saw Katie laying on top of Laura's piano. The only thing she was wearing was a tiny wrap-around skirt that probably wouldn't have concealed the eye of a needle much less her fantastic shaved pussy lips.

I slid to a stop, still unaware my cock had broken through my zipper and was pointing straight towards her. I almost fucked up as I told her why I hadn't noticed her at first.

Katie jumped off the piano before I was half way to her hollering, "Jesus Christ! I forgot. I had 1st period off this morning and Miss Laura called to get me to check and make sure she had turned the water in the tub off."

I never did find out all the details. I caught Katie just as she reached the hall way and told her most of the clean up was done already and we had more pressing things to take care of.

Her eyes saw my cock and for the first time so did mine. I laughed as I scooped her in my arms and laid her back on the piano.

I was so fucking hot my 18 year old cousin that I already had my cock pressed against her tiny cunt hole even as I laid her down on the piano. Katie blinked her eyes as she moaned loudly and everything in me changed instantly.

Her mother, my Aunt Kim so closely resembled my mother that I couldn't tell them apart but each and every time she had shared herself with me in my mind I was fucking Aunt Kim.

There were enough differences between Katie and my sister Sandra that anyone could tell the difference on a second glance. Katie had huge breasts while Sandra in comparison was much smaller. Katie had really long hair while Sandra had short hair. I think it was called a bobbed hairdo but can't remember for sure. Sandra also had bangs which Katie didn't have as well as a large but firm ass while Katie had at best an average ass though it was equally as firm.

Having said that, just as I began to penetrate Katie I saw Sandra and I froze. I closed my eyes and blinked but it was still Sandra. I kept my eyes tightly closed several long minutes but it was still Sandra.

I wasn't sure why exactly I was having so much trouble dealing with that then it suddenly hit me as memories flooded into my head.

Growing up, I had always wanted to fuck my sister. I had peeked on her hundreds of times when she bathed or was changing clothes. I had beat my meat thousands of times thinking of her. I was torn between wanting to cry for my sister's early death and wanting to teach Sandi everything I possibly could about sex.

Katie was becoming anxious so I took a deep breath and pulled back a little then I slowly slid my first two fingers up inside her pussy. This brought a sigh of contentment from Katie.

I went very slowly, in and out. I kept my eyes closed at first and kept mentally telling myself that this was Sandi, not Sandra. I doubt Sandi would have minded but to me it just wasn't right to use her young body to satisfy my long forgotten sisterly lust.

To me every woman deserves to be made love to by a man that wants her not his dead sister, especially when it's her very first time and she is giving you her most prized possession.

As Sandi's cunt opened up a bit, I began thumbing her engorged clit. Katie stopped breathing for a moment.

She exhaled loudly with a loud scream, "Oh God, oh God yes, yes, yes, do it just like that! Oh God that feels so good, ooohhh!" 

I opened my eyes and quickly shut them as Sandra stared at my hand on her cunt. As I continued finger fucking her and manipulating her clit, I prayed and pleaded for her to become my cousin Katie.

Before long, she had grabbed my wrist.

She was thrusting my hand in and out of her pussy, screaming, "Yes, yes, yes! Fuck, do it to me! Oh fuck yes. Fuck yes, fuck yes ooh, ooh, I'm cumming. God yes I'm cumming, keep doing it. Oh Gggod, ungh. Unnngggh."

As her orgasm peaked, I opened my eyes once more and grinned from ear to ear as Sandra became Sandi aka Katie. This time I leaned down and kissed her clit then prodded it with my tongue.

I had her so hot and she was moaning and humping my face and in no time at all. She was cumming in my mouth. I stopped!

She said, "Nooooooooooooooooooooo keep doing it! Suck me, lick me make me cummmmmmmmmmm."

I just smiled at her as I eased my fingers from her hot pussy then took one of her knees in each hand and spread her legs wide apart as I leaned forward and inhaled her sweet odor.

Katie moaned then I buried my tongue in her steaming hot snatch. I was licking her and sucking her cum as fast as she was spurting.

Instantly, Katie went into her second, even larger orgasm. Her body was now so far off the piano that Katie was resting solely on her shoulders.

As a third orgasm began to build a string of words began to spew from Katie's mouth, "Ohhfuckinghell, ohyesssss, christbuggergoodgod, sweetjeeeezzz."

I didn't let up until, after taking her clit between my teeth and sucking hard on the little nub, Katie really lost control.

The fourth and for now final orgasm was too much for her and as the wave crashed about her she twisted her body and screamed a hissing, "Nooooooo�."

A few minutes later Katie softly sighed, "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh, that was sooooo wonderful."

I still have no recollection of how we got from Laura's piano to my garage apartment. I do remember as I lifted Sandi in my arms, I thought that incest was enough sin for one day and it would be a sin to carry Sandi to Laura's bed.

I vaguely remember kicking my door shut as I lowered Sandi to her feet and she continued smothering me with kisses as she rubbed her body against mine while I undressed.

I definitely remember Sandi looking down and not missing a lick or a kiss as she flew down to her knees covering damn near every bit of my chest with her hot tongue and pouty lips on her way to my groin.

She didn't take my cock past her lips but she just as well as had. Her mouth flew around my cock and balls as her long hair whipped back and forth like a hurricane trapped inside the Grand Canyon.

Her saliva was dripping from my balls as if they were a volcano emitting molten lava. I couldn't stand it a second longer.

I grabbed my fists full of her hair and jerked up to her feet then drove my tongue deep into her mouth as I lifted her into my arms and raced upstairs to my bed.

Sandi literally dove out of my arms to the center of the bed. Her arms extended and her legs spread wide, welcoming me into her heavenly body.

As Sandi bounced, I sprang onto the bed. As I bounced, Sandi wrapped her arms around my shoulders. Her lips and tongue once more covering me with her hot licks and kisses.

I groaned loudly as my massive cock head pressed hard against her steaming cunt. I'd never once encountered such a tiny opening. I was straining downward with all my weight focused on my cock and all my strength adding it's power but her tiny cunt hole held it's ground.

Sandi lifted her long legs higher then wrapped them around my hips. As she locked her ankles against the top of my ass cheeks, she took a huge breath then as she exhaled she arched her back and damn near lifted her entire body up to mine as she dug her heels into my ass and used every ounce of her own weight and muscle trying to force her cunt onto my shaft.

It seemed like hours had passed. Every muscle in my body ached as if I'd had the flu for a solid year. I was almost at the point of collapse when I felt just a slight give.

We both gasped for air and our strength returned twofold. I find it practically impossible to describe how slow my entry was. The best I can think of is to compare to a glass of water full to the brim but you have an eye dropper full of water you must somehow put in the glass without a drop rolling down the side of the glass.

I think we were both so focused on my entry that neither of us realized my cock was inside her cunt until my throbbing cock head began to flatten against her thick hymen nor did we lessen our effort even as we both laughed from relief.

It felt as if my shaft had bent damn near double inside her tight pussy when I gritted my teeth so hard, I was scared they might begin to crack. Then, I reversed my power against Sandi's heels and I swear she relaxed the exact same instant as if we were sharing one mind.

A heart beat later, as one we again applied pressure downward just as my huge cock head was about to pop out of her tiny opening. It flew downward and burst through her virginity like the explosion of a 4th of July fireworks display. I felt my cock head slam off her cervix then flatten for the briefest moment before coming to a halt just inside her womb as our pubic bones mashed together.

As I lowered her body to the bed Sandi encouraged me, "Oh yeah, give it to me. Give it to me hard. C'mon, I can take it. That's it, fuck me good. Oh, oh, oh, oh, mmm yeah give me that long dick, pound me, c'mon."

I cupped her face in my hands, smiling as my ass went into over-drive. I fucked her as hard and fast as I could. My mind was so crazed with lust it felt as if it was becoming one with my cock.

Sandi screamed, "Oh God, that's it. THAT'S it! Fuck me, fuck me hard. Oh God, I need it so bad. Pound me with that hard cock. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck."

Some how I found an even higher gear when Sandi slipped both hands between us and began wildly bouncing up to meet my downward flying cock while she frantically played with her clit with both hands.

She rubbed her clit faster and faster, "Okay, okay. I'm cumming. I'm cumming oh God, oh God fuck me. Oh God. Yes, yes, yes . YES! YES! YES! OH GOD I'M CUMMING! OOOHHHH FUCK! OOOHH FUCK ME, COME ON! FUCK ME! OH GOD! OHHHH GOOOODDD!"

As I watched her tremendous orgasm dwindle down to nothing as fast as it had soared to such great heights and Sandi collapsed under me with her eyes rolling, I figured it was over at least until she had time to regain her strength so despite my still fever pitched lust I rolled off her nubile body beside her. I groaned as my still hard cock popped free of her still agonizingly tight young love channel.

Katie gasped, "Aaaaauuuuughhhh!"

Before I was even settled beside her, she was already rolling on top of me. At first she squirmed trying to keep her entire body pressing against mine as her mouth and tongue again smothered me with her hot licks and kisses.

As my cock head pressed against her tiny opening, she lifted her head as if asking for permission and I giggled insanely inside as I softly whispered, "Go far it Sandra. My cock is your cock. Take all of it your heart desires."

I saw Katie's eyes register my gaff as I called her by my sister's name but it didn't slow her down as she lowered her cunt onto my shaft easily and began riding me as she screamed, "Ooooooh, yes! Fuck me! It feels soooo good! Ooooohhhh God, yes! Aaaahhhh! Oooooohhhh! Yeah, Woody! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!"

I knew from the start that she could never maintain her pace. She was just too turned on to last more than a few minutes. Her cunt was exploding violently from her very first stroke.

I reached down and tightly gripped her small waist, not hindering her hell for high leather pace in the least then when her orgasm took her over the edge I firmly held her cunt in place as her upper body collapsed to my chest and I began pounding up into her just as hard and fast as she had been slamming herself down on my cock.

"Ooohhh, yes, Woody! Keep me cumming! Fuck me, Babe! Fuck me, harder! Drive your! Fucking cock! Drive your hot cock up my cunt! Harder!"� she moaned and gasps between spasms.

As another orgasm coursed through her, the combination of her sweat and her hot cunt cream had my hands losing their grip so I quickly flipped her onto her back without missing a stroke.

Katie responded, "Yes! Yes! Ooohhh, yeah! That's it! Give it to me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Yes! Yes! Oooohhhh God, YESSSS!"

Her last yes was louder than the others as a very intense series of spasms began to sweep over her.

This time I held her to my side when I withdrew, forcing her to wait. I hadn't cum again but I knew that once she caught her breath and recovered, our next union would rectify that almost instantly and I wanted to pump my load deep in her belly then fuck her until the next load drained us both completely.

I wasn't watching a clock but I very seriously doubt that five minutes had passed before Katie became restless.

"Fuck me right here, right now!" she pleaded,� "I've waited long enough,�please,�please,�make me scream."

I tried to finger fuck her first wanting to give her just a few more minutes to recover but she begged, "No, I need your cock, I really, really need your cock inside me,�please!"

I rolled on top of her, groaning as my cock found her love tunnel even in the midst of our roll. I didn't even have time to lift my weight from her body before my balls erupted. Katie smiled as the last of my sperm blasted deep inside her cum starved cunt.

"Thank you, OH MY GOD, thank you. That was amazing!"�she yelled.

Then as I eased my weight off her she locked her legs around me and bellowed, "Oh, fuck me again, please, please pound my pussy like before!"

I laughed and stuck out my tongue before softly whispering, "Okay then, I'm gonna fuck you like a whore!"

"Yes",�she screamed, "Fuck me hard,�make me scream again. Oh God I'm so fucking wet for you."

I pounded her wet pussy harder and harder,�as she screamed and moaned, "OH MY GOD,�it hurts, but it hurts so good. Don't stop, please, I'm nearly there. Oh, yeessss!"

As Katie left late Sunday afternoon she kissed me tenderly at the door then as she stepped outside she lifted the back of her almost non-existent skirt and with a glint of desire filling her eyes she calmly said, "I still have one virginity you must take care of Woody. Next time we shall start there."