5 comments/ 107966 views/ 6 favorites Kitty Gets Naughty By: Red_Destroyer CHAPTER 1 Kitty views her naked body in the full-length mirror. She's trying to decide on what to wear for her 30th birthday party on Saturday - always best to plan ahead with these things, she thinks. Her instinct says safety first as usual. Jeans, sparkly top and safe shoes, perhaps? A knee-length skirt, sparkly top and safe shoes? Or maybe a knee-length dress and safe shoes? She sighs to herself and wonders what would happen if she got a little bit naughty for a change? You know, make a bold statement. "Thirty but not dead yet!" She remembers the party she went to last summer and how she felt so out of place among all those girls in their sexy short skirts, their low-cut sun dresses, all of them bare legged and sporting the most amazing array of semi pornographic shoes. The party eventually descended into an orgy and, despite feeling a guilty wet thrill, an aching curiosity, she gave into her moral side and left in disgust. Those girls had no shame or self-respect, she thought on her way home in the taxi cab, trying hard to put out of her mind the sight of her friend Gloria being fucked by three men on the pool table. And her, a married woman! Yet on the next day at work, it was Gloria who held the high ground, teasing Kitty about being so stuffy and moralistic. A text message alert startles out her out of her daydream and, speak of the devil, it's from Gloria, offering to go shopping with her for an outfit. Kitty calls her and arranges to meet but before ringing off, she takes a deep breath and asks: "Gloria, can I come to your club with you, after my party on Saturday?" Her friend hesitates. "Babe, I'm sorry, but you know I can't bring watchers. It's just the rules." Kitty lingers for a few seconds and has it on the tip of her tongue to tell Gloria to forget she ever asked. But she pushes harder. "But what if want to take part?" A few more awkward seconds tick by before Gloria responds. "Look, tell you what, we'll talk about it when we meet. See you at eleven!" ********************* Gloria usually likes to shop first for a while and then have a coffee break to discuss progress, look over various bargains, and plot the next offensive on unsuspecting stores. This morning, though, is a bit different so she suggests coffee first and sits Kitty down at a table on the terrace. It's time to put her straight about the club. She lights up a cigarette, disregarding the no smoking signs all around, and takes a deep drag on it. "Listen babe, it's not for me to tell you what to do, but I would strongly advise you to think again." Kitty is exasperated by her friend's negativity. "But I'm serious! Really!" "Maybe you are but let's be honest here, you've no experience of the sex party culture, and you know how you reacted at that party, last summer!" Kitty blushes and looks down at her feet, remembering to book a pedicure. Urgently! "Kitty?" "Yes, I hear you." "Yeah, well multiply by ten sweetie and you've got the club." "But I'm tired of playing safe all the time. I want to take some risks, experience something exciting for a change." Gloria peers at Kitty over the rim of her shades, like a teacher with a child who's never going to be good at art. She takes another puff from her cigarette and exhales out the corner of her mouth. "Take up rock climbing! Learn to fly!" "Oh Gloria! Don't make fun of me!" "Well I'm sorry but you're not ready to just walk into a club like that and go with it, you know?" "What am I supposed to do then?" Gloria shakes some chocolate powder on the creamy surface of her latte and takes a sip, leaving her with a comical, creamy moustache. Kitty smiles and hands her a paper napkin. "You need to ease yourself into the culture babe," says Gloria, wiping her sensuous mouth. "And how?" "Well if you're really serious, me and Terry will help you." Kitty was not expecting this. Terry is Gloria's husband. "Really?" Gloria tosses the cigarette to the ground, stamps it out with her heel, and finishes her latte with one tip of the cup. "Yes, really. I'll pick you out a hot outfit now and you can come round tonight." This is all very sudden. Kitty doesn't know what to say but the very idea gives her a little buzz of excitement and makes her squirm in the chair. She's always had a secret thing for Terry. ********************** Gloria and Terry spend some time that evening explaining to Kitty the whole sex party culture and how it works in the context of their club. She sits in the armchair and listens to them carefully, trying to take it all in but, looking across at the couple on the sofa, just feels so strange. It's like one of those tacky, late night TV programmes. "And tonight on Terry and Gloria's World of Sex - Kitty goes wild!" She suppresses a giggle, knowing that her friends are being so kind and don't really have to help her out with this at all. For her part, Gloria doubts that her friend fully understands what's involved. There is a big difference between theory and practice and Kitty is, after all, one of the most moralistic, principled women she knows. She doesn't want to see her compromise her values on a mere whim borne out of insecurities about her age or her sex life. She knows that's what's at the bottom of all this. "Kitty, everybody who goes to club knows they can have sex with anyone, regardless of looks or personality, and sometimes even in groups of three or four. Of course, you can say no if someone's being an ass, but if you refuse too many times for no good reason, or you're too inhibited, you will be seen as a watcher and asked to leave eventually." Kitty nods, trying to show that she understands and accepts what they are telling her. The couple exchange a certain look before Terry gets up and approaches Kitty, his hand outstretched to her. "Come here, babe!" Kitty hesitates. Babe? She's known Terry for years and he's never called her Babe before but she complies and allows him to help her to her feet. He places his strong hands on her shoulders and turns her to face Gloria. Standing behind her now, he talks softly in her ear, his breath warm and ticklish. She sighs and relaxes. "Close your eyes now Kitty and imagine you're at the club. The music is loud, hot and pulsing. There are people having sex everywhere you look - on the dance-floor, in different rooms off the dance floor, and it starts to turn you on. You spot Gloria in a raunchy dance with two half naked men. And just off the floor, I am taking a much younger woman from behind. Are you seeing all this?" Kitty nods, letting Terry's low, hypnotic voice bring the whole scene to life in her head. He slips his arms around her - one around her waist, the other in a diagonal across her chest - and caresses her breasts through the low cut top she bought that morning. "Imagine then what would happen if you felt a stranger's strong arms slip around you like this. Imagine his lips on your neck, hot and wanting, almost sucking your flesh." Terry's voice trails off as he starts to lick her ear and suckle the soft lobe. He slides his hand under her top to caress her warm, bare breasts, making her shiver and shudder, making her tight and wet between her legs. She knows in her mind that this is so wrong, that she's never ever allowed a man to touch her body so intimately first time round, never mind handle her like this. And this was Terry, Gloria's Terry! And Gloria is sitting right there watching him do it to her! "Is this good for you, babe?" he whispers. "Do you want to go on?" She gasps and nods her head. Terry grasps the back of her neck and bends her forward. She lets out a little yelp of excitement and keeps her eyes closed tightly. The scene is so vivid in her mind and she shudders as she feels his cock enter her from behind. He gives her a long, slow, rhythmic fuck. It makes her teeter on her high heels but his firm hold prevents her from losing her balance. As he thrusts into her, her imagination takes flight. Another man approaches her and offers her his large, thick cock . She imagines herself taking him in her mouth and sucking the tasty meat. Soon, some other men gather round her, all naked and erect, so many cocks all wanting to take their turn on her, wanting to cum inside her and all over her. The thought sears into her consciousness and makes her cum hard on Terry's cock, her pussy clenching on it and coating it with its slick juices. What happens next snaps her out of her trance. Rather than finish her off, Terry pulls out and brings a firm hand down on her ass. She yelps with shock but the hot sting feels so intense it almost makes her cum again. She opens her eyes and turns to see him pad away to the bathroom, wishing it didn't have to stop so soon but relieved that he didn't cum inside her. "Did you enjoy that, sweetie?" asks Gloria, who is now sitting with her legs spread, pleasuring herself with a small, pink vibrator. Kitty sits down on the floor to watch her work it over her swollen pink clit. "Yes I did enjoy it. I didn't expect it though." "He just wanted you to realise the reality of what happens at the club so if you didn't like it then just forget about it because it can damage you otherwise." Kitty nods and smiles. Her mind is made up, though, because she never realised until tonight what a thrill it is to be claimed and taken like that. When Terry returns, she kneels up and takes him in her hand to get him hard and thick again, this time for her mouth. Gloria smiles, slides down beside her and together they bring him to a shuddering climax, sharing his load in a creamy kiss. The old Kitty would so disapprove. ************************ CHAPTER 2 "So did you have a good time last night?" Kitty looks up at Tom, her manager, as if he had just asked her was she raiding company funds. She feels her face burn with guilt and wonders just how much he knows. She glances across the floor to Gloria, who is in conference with two other brokers. Surely she didn't tell him everything? "Sorry?" "Dinner? At Gloria's?" "Oh, yes it was great", she says with a smile and a nod. "Very enjoyable!" He smiles at her and hands her some accounts to check over. "Can you come back to me on these before lunch?" "Sure. No problem." Tom has been wooing Kitty for the past few months but getting nowhere, a source of exasperation to Gloria who thinks he would be a great catch. As usual, she's right. Tom is an effective manager, demanding sometimes but fair and reasonable, with a good eye for the welfare of his staff. He seems a decent, kind, good humoured man and quite attractive with his dark looks and a strong, well-toned body. She remembers the mixed doubles squash game she played with him against Gloria and Terry a few weeks ago and how Gloria drew her attention to his body afterwards. Kitty objected. He was her boss and she was not going to complicate the professional relationship. After last night, though, maybe she will give him a break and date him at last? Not before she tries the club, though. Until then, she is committing to no man. Yes. Perhaps this is the start of a new lifestyle for Kitty? Gloria and Terry showed her a side of herself last night she barely knew existed. She loved how they helped themselves to her and especially enjoyed being spanked and eaten out by them both. She had fun playing the naughty girl, begging them not to spank her and promising to be a good girl in future. And she loved drifting off to sleep with them in their bed, her hot, sticky body entwined with theirs. There was no embarrassment this morning. There was no guilt, no regrets - just a hot soapy threesome in the shower. It was a perfect end to an amazing new experience. She smiles to herself and looks across to Tom's office. His door is open as usual and he sits talking on the phone, looking every inch the bad boy: jacket off, tie loosened and feet up on the desk. For the first time since coming to work at the firm, she finds herself fantasising about him; how it would be to go to him right now and straddle his lap; how it would feel to tear open her blouse and press her big breasts in his face and feel him suckle them; and how it would feel to slide down on his cock and ride him slow and sexy until she felt him explode deep inside her. That would be so good, she thought, but also very bad of her. He would have to discipline her for unprofessional conduct; he would have to subject her to a hot spanking until she promised never to behave like that again: unless, of course, he ordered her to. She squirms in her seat, her pussy tightening, oozing that sweet juice of excitement as she thinks about the feel of his cum splashing her spanked ass, soothing her tingling skin and making her feel so dirty. Just then, he looks up and catches her staring across at him. He smiles and waves to her and she smiles back without showing any unease. It was funny but only two days ago she would have reacted differently to being caught like that. She would have gone bright red and knocked over her coffee cup or something, drawing even more unnecessary and unwanted attention to herself. But, thanks to Gloria and Terry, she feels liberated and empowered today. And guilty? Yes, there is a feeling of that deep down but it is quite, quite delicious and something she feels she could exploit for her own pleasure. ********************* "Excuse me Tom. These accounts seem in order." He receives them back from her with a smile and invites her to take a seat. She accepts and sits with graceful ease, crossing her long shapely legs and waiting for him to speak. He gazes at her for a few seconds as if searching for words and then breaks into a bashful grin. "I'm, sorry Kitty but I can't help noticing something different about you today. It's been on my mind all morning!" This amuses her. He knows what it is but he can't say. It's her satin shirt, buttoned down for just a hint of cleavage, her short skirt, her silk stockings and those sexy but tasteful shoes. She slides a hand along her thigh and rests it on her knee, displaying to him her fine fingers and beautifully manicured nails. "You do? I can't imagine what. I'm just the same Kitty." "No," he insists, "you seem more relaxed and self-assured." She laughs and shrugs but makes a vital mental note. Tom is a terrible liar. "If you say so but no one else has said anything." They sit there looking at each other for a few more seconds before Tom changes the subject back to business matters. She tries to concentrate on what he's saying to her but she finds it difficult to suppress the fantasy of seducing him right there in his office. And what about him? Is he fantasising about her? Is he looking at her legs and wishing he could spread them wide and lick her wet, throbbing clit until she came in his mouth? She shifts in her seat, uncrossing her legs and crossing them again the other way, hoping she's giving him a flash of what he desires. She's not sure, though, because his face betrays no hint of distraction. She hopes this is just Tom being professional and business-like and it's rather assuring to think that he takes her seriously as a colleague. She's always liked that about him, his respect for women, but she wishes he would crack right now and just take her like Terry took her last night. She wants him to manhandle her, throw her on his desk and be primal with her, fuck her hard like an animal, with everyone gathered round to watch. "Okay then, Kitty, we'll go with that!" She blinks at him. Has he read her mind? She shakes herself and stands to leave. She has no idea of what he was talking about but she bluffs it. "Sure. Sounds good to me." "Excellent. Now back to work with you!" She smiles and moves to the door before remembering something else. "Oh Tom, I meant to ask if you're coming to my party tomorrow night? You got my invitation, didn't you?" He blushes and shrugs apologetically. "Yes I did Kitty but I'm afraid I can't make it. I'm sorry. I should have told you by now." The disappointment stabs at her in an instant but she makes an effort to play it off gracefully. "Oh don't worry. I understand." There is nothing else either can say. They just look at each other with regret. She goes back to her desk and tries to focus on her work but for the rest of the day she has to fight back those old feelings of insecurity. It is only when Gloria comes to chat to her that she lets go and decides that she is not going to be defeated by anyone from now on. She is going to enjoy her party and celebrate her new beginning. And after that? To the club of course! ******************* Her birthday party takes place at Gio's Italian restaurant in town and marks the official launch of the New Improved Kitty. Original Kitty used to come to parties in rather plain, loose-fitting outfits that hid her figure and made her look rather unremarkable. But Gloria has done an excellent job as fashion consultant and tonight, the New Kitty turns out in a short black satin dress, cut low back and front, and a pair of rather daring strappy heels. Yes, the New Kitty is absolutely stunning tonight, and the look is finished off with beautiful pair of silver earrings and matching pendant, her birthday present from Gloria and Terry. The dress is sexy, not slutty, but still gives the men lots to look at. It amuses her to observe its impact on them. The unattached men gaze at her firm breasts too long and run the risk of a slap. The attached men pretend not to gaze but they don't fool her or their girlfriend or wife or whatever. And of course the wives and girlfriends take their disapproval out on her with hostile looks and gestures when, really, they should take their men outside and give them a good kicking or a blowjob. Gloria's arrives just then, interrupting her wicked train of thought. She's late as usual but for once she's deliberately dressed down, not wanting to take the limelight off Kitty. No Terry, though. Kitty feels disappointed but she plays it off as she greets her friend with the usual hugs and kisses. She is careful not to ask after Terry right away and make it seem too obvious. Instead, she hands Gloria a flute of champagne and together they indulge in their favourite past time: people watching. "See any guys you'd have, babe?" Gloria asks, always so direct. Kitty giggles, high on champagne, and looks around for a likely candidate. "I'd have any one of them - in theory". Gloria laughs, knowing exactly what Kitty means. They're all decent enough guys but there are no real hotties. "It's a shame Tom couldn't make it, though." Kitty just shakes her head and shrugs it off. "I told you it's no biggie. What about Terry, though?" "He's been delayed at work, babe. He should be along in time for dinner, though." "I should hope so, too!" jokes Kitty. Gloria squeezes her arm and whispers to her. "How are you feeling? Still up for later?" "After the last night with you and Terry? Try stopping me!" "Well I hope it will be good for you, sweetie, but try not to depend on us too much, okay?" Kitty turns and looks at her straight on. "What do you mean?" "Just leave yourself open to possibilities, that's all I'm saying." "Oh don't worry! I intend to!" "Good!" says Gloria, glancing at her wristwatch. "Well we should get a cab in a hour's time and go to my place first. I need to change into something suitable". Kitty smiles and twirls herself in front of Gloria, her dress billowing up. "I think this will do for me?" "Oh no, Kitty, not your good dress". "No?" "No. Change before you go. Things could get messy." Kitty thinks about this for a split second and takes a hot flush. Whatever is she letting herself in for? Kitty Gets Naughty Ch. 02 Chapter 2: The Demon Lover Note to reader: This is the second story in a series about a woman called Kitty and her sexual awakenings. While it is quite possible to read it as a stand-alone story, I would recommend that you first read "Kitty Gets Naughty" to appreciate who this character is and the people and events that shape her experiences. The idea for this story and the inspiration for the Kitty character came from an old friend of mine at Literotica Chat. She knows who she is and I thank her. PART 1 One of the most intriguing aspects of Kitty's experience at the sex party has been its impact on her fantasy life. She used to rely on romantic and erotic fiction. Now, six months after her first party, she is exploring her own creative impulses, writing down every erotic thought or dream in a little spiral notebook that she carries with her everywhere she goes. It soon builds into a treasure trove of her most outrageous, daring imaginings, something she can turn to when she feels like playing with her toys or that she can share with others at the monthly erotic reading group she has recently joined. Maybe even one day she will write her own story? There is certainly enough there to go on, including a recurring image that seems to dominate: the demon lover. Some evenings, she nibbles on some chocolate and flicks through her notebook full of jottings, sketches and drawings, trying to get in touch with this dark side of her sexual awakening. What would her demon lover look like? Would he have human or mythical form – half human, half man? Would he love her? Would he ravish her? Would he degrade and humiliate her? Not knowing the answers to these questions right away was just part of the pleasure. But where did this demon lover idea come from? It was four months ago, at her second club night. It was held at the home of the older man who gave her the best fucking of all on her first night. His name was Sam Rogers, a retired English literature professor and a widower with three grown up children. They had moved away from home so this left him with lots of time to fill in his life and lots of room to play with in his large, rambling Gothic villa. It was the most amazing house Kitty had ever seen and seemed to lend to the party a certain eerie style. There was something uniquely erotic about being taken by two men on a beautiful old Chesterfield sofa, though the plastic covering on the upholstery made it feel rather odd and uncomfortable when it came round to the double penetration (a favourite of Kitty's now). Still, she understood that Sam had to protect the fabric. Watching him in action, non-stop it seemed, Kitty saw that his age was no impediment to his sexual prowess or his ability to please a woman the way she should be pleased. While she didn't get to know him personally first time round, she finally got chatting with him while she was resting up after her DP session and found him to be a charming, intelligent man who genuinely listened to her when she spoke, fixing his eyes on hers, not on her breasts. But she was to meet a very different Sam a few hours later and he gave her an experience she would never forget. She had just helped out a new guy to the group (loosening his inhibitions by letting him fuck her over the large Indian teak table in the hall), and was taking time out from the action to wander around the house and admire its architectural wonders. Slipping on a light, silk robe to keep warm, she slowly ascended the sweeping antique staircase, her eyes drawn upwards to the high, vaulted ceiling. It was decorated by a fresco painting of scenes from the Kama Sutra, which Kitty found rather odd in what was, after all, a family home. She guessed it was an original feature of the house that could not be altered but she still imagined the awkward questions these images might have provoked from Sam's children while they were growing up. As she continued up the stairs, she began to notice the plaster friezes that decorated the wall: scenes of naked sprites and nymphs indulging in all kinds of sexual fun. And then there were the dragon and gargoyle heads carved into the spindles of the sturdy oak banister. It was a visual overload of mixed images: some that appeared to celebrate sins of the flesh, others that were designed to ward off the evil spirits who lead us into those sins. She made a point of asking Sam about this next time she saw him but just as she got to the top of the stairs, there he was, coming out of one of the many rooms up there. He was naked and erect, looking almost sinister in the shadows, yet he greeted her with a warm smile that put her at ease again. Thinking she was heading for the room, he opened the door wide for her to pass. She looked in to see Gloria being used by a large group of men and then looked back at him, flashing a knowing grin when she noticed the little droplets of semen that decorated the knob of his cock like studs of pearl. She waved her hand to tell him she wasn't interested in the gangbang. "I'm just exploring this amazing house," she explained, her eyes flitting from his eyes to his drooping cock, wondering if she should kneel and clean it for him. But Sam seemed pleased with her interest in the house and took her, instead, on a guided tour. Some of the rooms were occupied by partygoers so they couldn't linger but she saw enough to fire her imagination and wish she lived in such a place. Sam took her hand then and led her downstairs, through the hallway to the large country kitchen with its beautiful iron cast stove and then to another room off that Kitty took to be an old-fashioned scullery, full of large pots, pans, kitchen utensils and a double Belfast sink with antique brass faucets. It was like something out of those BBC heritage dramas she watches on cable TV. From there, he opened a door that gave way to a concrete staircase and led her down to a dimly lit cellar. Kitty rolls on her back on the bed and opens her legs to touch herself. She pushes a finger inside and feels herself tighten on it and ooze. She closes her eyes and the images just come flooding back to her. She remembers vividly the chill down in that cellar but, more pointedly, how different Sam suddenly became. It wasn't just that he had grown so hard without obvious provocation: it was his whole demeanour, his tone of voice and the way he moved. There was a stealthiness, a slyness to him, a predatory aura. There was a definite edge to the chill, too, a sexual tension that was mounting between them and that convinced her of some dark intent on his part. She reached her hand down to stroke his large erection but he stopped her and steered her instead to a spot on the floor just under a single, bare, flickering light bulb. He raised her arms up and handcuffed her wrists to the cable, telling her not to struggle or try to pull free or she would burn her wrists on the bulb. His voice was low and creepy, his breath hot and moist on her ear. She wasn't sure what was making her shiver the most, the chill or the thought of what he was going to do to her. Standing behind her, he started to suckle her earlobe and tease her with his surprisingly gentle, soft hands. He opened her robe and began to caress her breasts, flicking the nipples with his thumbs, then sliding his hands down her belly, stopping just short of her groin before sliding them back up. He repeated this over and over, his breath hot on her ear, on her neck, making her gasp and moan and beg for him not to tease her. As she cried out, her hot breath instantly vaporised in the icy air. She could feel his hard cock rubbing her behind, the wet knob smearing the rim of her anus, lubricating her for entry. She tried not to squirm or struggle in his grasp, all too aware of the risk of making contact on the hot bulb above. Kitty cannot remember if what happened after that point was real or imagined. She just knew that it changed her perception of her own sexuality forever. Did she really feel Sam's cock grow to an enormous size as he entered her? Did his soft, warm breath suddenly go cold and become harsher, shallower, as he thrusted deep inside her and made her squeal with pain and pleasure? Was it really him, this gentle, educated and cultured man, that gave out those animal grunts and growls? How could such soft, loving caresses pervert to rough gropes, his soft touch to scrapes and scratches that made her cry out and gasp with a mix of fear and arousal? Well, whether it was real or imagined, she was intensely aroused by it. Despite the chill, the fear she felt, she enjoyed the feeling of being restrained like a prisoner in that dungeon-like cellar. She was excited by the tension of the unexpected, the unknown, that the restraint brought with it. It seemed to bring out in her a dark need to be taken, to be ravished there and then by this primal, supernatural force. She whimpered and tensed up when a pair of big, rough hands suddenly grabbed her behind, clutching the firm cheeks, the stubby fingers digging into the supple flesh. This animal, this demon behind her - with its loud grunts and snorts, its strong musky smell - made her shudder and wonder if Sam had given her over to some monster and left her to a terrible fate? Her train of thought was halted by the forceful invasion of a large, thick, animal-like cock into her clenched, resistant anus. The sheer power of its entry jolted her body upwards so that her wrists touched the hot bulb, her skin branded at last with burns. Did she faint at that moment? Or did she enjoy every animal thrust? Were her screams, screams for help or screams for more? She should have felt terribly violated but she didn't want it to stop. The shock of this thing fucking her, alternating between her pussy and anus, sent her into orgasm after orgasm. Incredibly, it also seemed to come over and over again, emptying large quantities of thick, warm sperm into her ravaged body. Then it left her there alone, her loose, exhausted body twisting and turning on the cable of the light bulb, her weight pulling down on it and making it creak and groan. As she twisted to haul herself up, her poor shackled wrists touched the hot bulb again and made her yelp. She called out weakly for release, hoping and waiting for someone to rescue her… As Kitty comes to orgasm on the bed, soaking the patterned quilt, she lies dazed for a while, catching her breath and reflecting on what Sam told her later that evening. It was such a shocking revelation… She had woken up to find herself in a large drawing room that was decorated in reproduction Victorian wallpaper. She had been sleeping on a sofa, wrapped in a warm blanket. Although aware of others sitting around the room, she first focused her bleary eyes on the old cedarwood grandfather clock in the far corner. It was 2am, about five hours after meeting Sam at the top of the stairs. She stirred herself and sat up, the blanket falling down to her waist. The party, it seemed, had burnt itself out and only a few club members remained. Gloria and Terry were sitting opposite, playing cards with Sam and that young girl, Lizzie she met on her first club night. Another group circled round the dying fire, sipping wine and chatting in low murmurs. She stared down at her bandaged wrists, trying to figure out what happened her. "Ah, she awakes!" exclaimed Sam, prompting quiet applause from everyone in the room. Kitty remembers her bashfulness then, her slight annoyance even. How could Sam make a spectacle of her like this? He seemed to register the dismay in her eyes and took her to the kitchen for some food and wine. There was no one else there so he could talk to her privately and explain to her what happened down in that cold cellar. Apparently he had taken her first and then gave way to the rest of the men at the party. They all took their turns to come down and use her in the cold darkness. She was stunned. "All of them? Terry, too?" Sam nodded, slightly embarrassed and aware that Kitty was not reacting in the way expected of a club member. Had she forgotten the rules? In fact, she told him, she hadn't forgotten but she was still angry that she had not been asked if she wanted to go through such an experience. Club rules or no club rules. "How could you, Sam?" He merely shrugged and tried to change the subject but something occurred to Kitty that she needed to get straight. "Was Tom here tonight? Did he fuck me down there, too?" To her relief, the answer was no. She made Sam suffer a little bit for the rest of the night but she couldn't hold it against him beyond that because the whole experience had provided her with a startling insight into the relationship between reality and fantasy. She had been gangbanged in that cellar by twenty men yet she had imagined been taken by a single, demonic presence. Perhaps her mind had switched to protect her from the trauma and gave her indescribable pleasure instead?… Kitty closes her notebook and puts it in her purse. It's nearly 5pm and she must get ready for the reading and writing group tonight. It's time she shared her fantasy with her new friends. Kitty Gets Naughty **************** CHAPTER 3 Kitty discovers that the "club" is not so much a place as a collection of people and that, tonight, it is being held at Gloria and Terry's large, two storey town apartment. Even better, they've done all this in her honour, a second but much more exciting birthday party. At first glance, on walking in, it seems like a regular house party but, as she surveys the scene more closely, she soon notices that the guests are in varying states of undress and that some are already having sex. Right there in the hallway, a man comes up behind a girl and wraps his arms around her, kissing her neck and roughly groping her breasts through her short dress. She puts up no resistance and lets him bend her over and enter her from behind. Another man comes out of the lounge, naked and erect, and sees his opportunity. He strides over to the girl and casually slips his cock in her mouth, which she freely accepts. Kitty watches the scene for a while, thinking it strangely familiar. She admires the woman's enthusiasm and expertise, but there is enough going on all around her to divert her attention. With just a glance up the big staircase, she sees a man in his sixties sitting on the top step with a very young looking woman on his lap. Her legs are propped up on his thighs as she bounces athletically on his small, fat cock, her tiny tits jiggling like crazy. Turning to remark on the scene to Terry and Gloria, Kitty finds that they have left her side to meet and greet their guests. She is on her own now and must make a final decision to stay and make her own fun or turn and leave. She decides to get a drink to steel her nerves and wanders to the kitchen where, thankfully, there is no full-on sex - just small groups of guests chatting and flirting with each other. Some of them are naked already but all are totally at ease and unselfconscious. A naked, well-hung young man in his twenties catches her eye and greets her. He's friendly and relaxed, and offers her a choice of drinks. She decides on a glass of white wine and, as he pours one for her, she runs her eyes over his fine body. She thinks he would be good to start with. His name is Jamie and works for Terry as a freelance IT consultant. He seems to have been well briefed about her and is sensitive to the fact that she is new to the scene. She's impressed. "Don't feel the need to get involved right away, Kitty. Look around a bit and relax." She smiles, sips some wine and then slips a hand down to caress his balls. She leans to whisper in his ear: "Want to warm me up?" He nods and takes her by the hand to the lounge, passing Terry and Gloria on the way. They are delighted to see her matched up already and give her little squeezes as she passes by. She giggles and winks at them, sliding her hand down Jamie's back to rest it on his pert ass, a gesture for Gloria's benefit especially. They pass by the woman in the hallway, the one she saw being taken by two men, only now there is a large group of men around her, taking their turns to fuck her or have her suck them to climax. Her face drips with thick streaks of cum as she lets them use her any way they want. This is perhaps a little too intense for Kitty on her first night. Jamie will do just fine for now, though he takes her by surprise when, no sooner then they enter the lounge, he pushes her down on her knees before him. She was hoping for some petting and cuddling first but then she remembers the golden rules of the club. First, a member can take or be taken with a minimum of small talk, flirting or even foreplay. Second, a member should not spend too much time watching. And third, declines should be kept to a minimum, to be issued only if another member is rude or aggressive. So it's not too much of a shock to her that just five minutes into sucking Jamie's cock to full size and hardness, the older man she saw earlier comes up to join the fun. Yes, the one with the young thing bouncing on his lap upstairs. She hesitates for just a second, knowing where that cock has just been, before reaching to stroke it. She takes a long suck, tasting the girl on it. Not bad, she thinks, and soon she's alternating between them, sucking one, stroking the other, enjoying the intensity of it more and more until all her nerves and anxieties are forgotten. Kitty is totally turned on now, wet and ready for anything that might happen tonight. She readily accepts a third man to suck and as she takes it deep in her mouth, Jamie steps away and goes round behind her. He manhandles her into the all fours position, mounts her and eases his swollen, veiny dick inside her. She almost cums right then as she feels him fill her up but she keeps control and squeezes her pussy around him. If someone had told her last week she would be taking on three men at once like this, she would have been shocked and offended. Yet here she is allowing herself to be used by these rather ordinary men, not the studs she's seen in porn movies but the kind of men she meets at work every day. They probably have their wives and girlfriends here and, for all she knew, they could be watching her service their men right now. She's determined, though, that she will take back control and do some using herself, tonight. As Gloria and Terry also explained, the club is not a one-way street. One by one the men mount her and take her from behind until they spend themselves in her with varying degrees of intensity. She's amazed at how virile and potent the older man is and, if she's honest, he's turned out to be a hotter fuck than young Jamie. Once finished with her, they wander off to recover or to get some food and drink, leaving her collapsed on the floor, tired and a little bit sore but by no means exhausted. She feels a weird thrill at having been used and disposed of like this, a feeling that goes against her best instincts as a respectable, professional woman. Yet, she feels no shame - just the need for more of the same. She stands to strip off her dress and decides to take it up to Gloria's bedroom. As she climbs the stairs, she looks up to see the young girl still on the landing but with another man this time. It is not the fact that the man is rather violently thrusting his cock deep in the girl's mouth that shocks her most. It's that she knows him well and is stunned and embarrassed to meet him in this situation. "Tom?" "Kitty!" ******************* It feels mortifying to stand there naked in front of her boss and she instinctively places a hand over her crotch. Bizarrely, the young girl has barely registered Kitty's presence and, even though he has suddenly stopped thrusting, she starts sucking on him. Kitty steps up onto the landing and taps her on the shoulder. "Do you mind? I need to talk to Tom for a minute." The girl looks up at her with some irritation but nonetheless concedes and skips downstairs. Kitty is not bothered. Perhaps this is bad club etiquette but no one said anything explicit about interrupting a sex scene. And it was difficult enough to meet her boss like this without having to talk to him while he gets a blowjob. Even the New Improved Kitty has her limits. This is so unfair, she thinks. It is supposed to be her night to be free and explore her own repressed desires, to let go of Original Kitty and embrace the New Improved Kitty. Yet now here she is, wishing she were back home and in her bed. And to be fair to Tom, he probably feels just the same. She notices how quickly his cock has drooped, which would have been amusing had the situation not been so awkward. "Kitty, I'm sorry but you were the last person I expected..." She halts him with her outstretched hand. "Please, you don't have to apologise. I didn't expect you to be here either." She decides at that point not to even try talking about it. It will just spoil the event for both of them. She looks down the staircase to see where his little playmate went but she has already matched up with Terry who is taking her up against a wall in the hallway, fucking her furiously the same way he did Kitty the other night. She sighs and looks back at Tom. "Looks like I've spoiled your fun now." "It's okay," he says, still not sure whether to stand his ground or flee. They look at each other for a few awkward seconds before finally cracking into a fit of laughter. It is either that or they retreat shamefaced and mortified, not wanting to see each other ever again. But unless Tom sacks her on the spot, which he is no position to do, they will meet again at work on Monday morning and they will have to cooperate as usual. So why complicate matters and make things more difficult for each other than they need be? That's how Kitty feels about it anyway and she hopes Tom does too. She decides to put it to the test. With a knowing smile, she kneels before him and starts to stroke and lick his cock back to life. He shows no resistance or embarrassment and places a firm, commanding hand on her head, guiding her mouth down on his meaty shaft. She gags slightly but soon relaxes and sucks him to a warm, savoury climax. She's surprised by how quickly she's made him cum and by the potency of his load but she manages to swallow it all down without being sick. He shudders and shivers as she cleans him afterwards, running her tongue over and around his sensitive, creamy knob. At last she pops him from her mouth with a little smack of the lips that makes him laugh. With a girlish giggle, she gets up and takes his hand to lead him downstairs. "I think we should get some food before it's all gone, don't you?" Tom smiles, happy to be led by her, happy that at last this lovely woman has revealed her true self to him. Kitty is happy too. She noticed the spread of food in the kitchen earlier and it looked delicious. ********** CHAPTER 4 It is strange but Kitty soon forgets about her nakedness, even when talking to Tom. There they are in the kitchen, sharing food from the one plate, their conversation so easy and natural. They exchange lots of smiles and long, desirous looks and are just building up to going somewhere quiet together when they are ambushed by Terry and Gloria. They joke and laugh about mixed doubles before Gloria takes Tom by the hand and leads him away, leaving Kitty with Terry. Not that that is a problem for her. It's just that she had hoped to take up with Tom where they left off earlier and experience him inside her, putting her down and taking her in the way she has fantasised these past few days. But this is the club and Terry is more than the perfect host so how can she object? She allows him to take her to a room upstairs and ravish her completely. He puts her down on her back on the bed, holds her legs up by her ankles and thrusts his thick, gorgeous cock deep and hard inside her. She loves every hot stroke but wishes they were in the same room as Gloria and Tom. She imagines Gloria mount Tom and ride him, her small pert breasts jiggling as she bounces on him harder and harder. Terry soon banishes these images from Kitty's mind. He fucks her over and over in different positions for what seems like all night long. She loses count of how many times he makes her cum before he himself bursts heavily in her ass. The guy must be on Viagra, she thinks, because even minutes after cumming he's still stiff and hard inside her. When he eventually slides out of her with a slick pop and a playful little spank, she can only lie there, unable to take any more. ****************** She has no idea what time of the night it is or how long she's been there. Terry has long gone but at some point she becomes aware of others entering the room. Focusing her eyes, she sees the teenage girl approach and climb onto the bed with her, followed by a large group of men who gather round to watch. There must be at least ten of them, including Tom, all of them stroking their cocks. Like so many men, she thinks, Tom seems different in male company than he is with her. He is totally self-absorbed and avoids direct eye contact with her. The girl introduces herself as Lizzie and begins to explore her with her mouth and her hands, her deft touches and soft kisses bringing Kitty to full consciousness and arousal again. Kitty knows full well what is going to happen soon yet even the thought of all these men cumming over her makes her more aroused and open to Lizzie's invading fingers. She manoeuvres herself so that she lies across the bed, legs spread wide to accommodate the girl, and with her head dropped back over the edge so that the men can step up and take their turns fucking her mouth. She taunts and cajoles them, urging them to use her good but warning them not to cum in her mouth but all over her and Lizzie. The feel of the girl's lips and tongue on her clit, those delicate fingers in her slit, sends Kitty into a frenzy, arching her body up off the bed and pushing her wet cunt in the girl's face. Some of the men take turns to fuck the girl anally and when it comes to Tom's turn, it is more than Kitty can stand. A sharp stab of jealousy intensifies her rising orgasm and sends her right over the edge. As the men watch her squirt on Lizzie's face and breasts they can no longer hold out and, one by one, they let loose with their heavy loads. Before tonight, Kitty has only ever experienced the feel of cum on her body twice, maybe three times and then from just one man each time. Now, here she is, lying with another woman, feeling all this hot liquid splashing her face and body, the primal grunts and groans and pants of the men adding to her feeling of being degraded and despoiled. Tom is the last to step up and she squeals with shock when he pulls her head up to him and squirts right into her mouth. She gags as shots of hot, thick semen hit the back of her mouth and slither down her throat. He turns away from her and lets Lizzie suck his cock clean for him. His cold lust disturbs Kitty. Who is this man? Who is the real Tom? ************** The men have all drifted away, leaving the women to laze on the bed, licking cum off each other's bodies. Kitty has lost all sense of time and self by now and would happily let anyone do anything to her, no matter how dark and depraved it might be. But then along comes Gloria to save her from damnation, carrying a plate of chocolate Žclairs. She shoos Lizzie away like she was a cat, closes the bedroom door and comes to join Kitty on the bed. She caresses her face and kisses her softly on the lips. Kitty loves this but she can't help gaze longingly at the pastries. On their regular Sunday morning date, over coffee at La Patisserie, they might have one cream cake between them or, if they are feeling tired or blue, they might be very wicked and have one each. Now here they are, naked together on a bed, sharing a great big plateful of sin. "I heard what they did to you, naughty girl!" Gloria says, taking an Žclair and holding it out to Kitty's lips. "Now for your reward!" Kitty smiles and slips her lips over the chocolate-topped pastry. She closes her eyes and bites down on it, loving that burst of cold fresh cream followed by the glorious chocolate hit. Somehow, it seems in keeping with the theme of her night: the shedding of her inhibitions, the indulgence of her every desire. The buzz of the rich, deep Belgian chocolate, the feel of the fresh cream dribbling down her chin, is almost enough to send Kitty into instant orgasm. But what really electrifies her whole body is the feel of Gloria's tongue slipping into her mouth and sharing the treat with her. They eat and giggle and laugh together, their faces messy with chocolate and cream and bits of delicate pastry. When a dollop of cream drips between them and splats onto Kitty's breasts, Gloria moans and bows to lick it off them. This gives her an idea so she takes another pastry and squishes and pastes it over them. She smiles wickedly at Kitty and starts to eat it all up, lapping up the cold cream with her warm, pink tongue and giving out little moans of pleasure and delight as she nibbles up morsels of pastry. Kitty is loving every second of this, sifting her fingers through Gloria's short, cropped hair and whispering sweet nothings to her. Eventually, she pushes her head back to look into her cool, blue eyes. "That feels so wonderful, babe. Your turn now." She lays her friend down on her back, takes another pastry, and breaks it up over her smooth, shaven mound. Spreading it all over, she licks her lips and kneels between her legs for her feast. It's not long before Gloria is writhing and thrashing about the bed, begging for it not to stop. She has cuddled and touched Kitty before and, on that other night with Terry, she helped herself to her many delights, but tonight is the first time that she has been pleasured by her friend in return. It is the fulfilment of a longing and desire for Kitty that she's kept secret for so long, almost from the moment she first met her three years ago. When Kitty walked into the office on that first day, all shy and diffident, Gloria knew there was something there, some hidden edge to this unusual woman that would take time and love to discover. It is a discovery for Kitty, too of course, of a side of herself she has repressed for too long. But as Gloria buckles underneath her and locks her hot thighs around her head, pulling her face to her gushing, pink slit, this is hardly the moment for self-analysis. Right now, in this wonderful moment, all she wants to do is cuddle up with her friend and drift into a deep, sated sleep. ********************** It is Tom, not Kitty, who is embarrassed on meeting again at work. She gives him a smile and a wave on her way past his office but gets only a coy smile in return. She glances across at Gloria, who is watching the scene from her desk, and rolls her eyes. He was such a dirty animal on Saturday night and, in the morning, he was bold enough to join her and Gloria in the shower and fuck them both. Yet now he is barely able to look either of them in the eye. Not that she cares much how he feels. He was a satisfactory fuck - no more, no less - but in the end a bigger disappointment as a man. No. The New Improved Kitty has thought long and hard about the whole experience and she is reconciled to it now. She is reconciled, too, with Original Kitty because there are aspects of her that are worth holding on to. So will she go to a club night again? Maybe. Maybe not. It will very much depend on her mood. [STORY ENDS] (c) Red_Destroyer, 2007.