12 comments/ 241084 views/ 46 favorites Kitty By: Epithet Mr. Thomas stared at me openly, his eyes following the movements of my fingers in my pussy. As I pushed them further inside my dripping hole, he gripped his cock harder, jerking himself faster and faster. "Such a dirty little slut!" he panted, "You're such a fucking slut!" *** I came awake shivering. The sheets of the sofa bed were tangled around my legs, and a huge knot had gathered between them in the night, a knot that was now painfully pressed tight to my aching cunt. I'd had dreams like this before, but this was by far the worst. I shut my eyes against the memory, but I was immediately assailed by images of my father's dripping cockhead. Though I'd never seen it in reality, I was desperately familiar with every vein, every swollen inch of Mr. Thomas' member. After all, it had been the subject of a series of deliciously vivid dreams, ever since we had come to his parents' to visit. I rolled over, searching for my husband, only to remember that he was upstairs in his bedroom, too far away to comfort my pussy. Ridiculous as the rule was, whenever Jake and I stayed at his parent's place, we were never allowed to sleep together—even after two years of marriage! I had long known that the Thomases despised me, but separating a married couple was a bit much, even in a house where everyone gathered around the radio for Rush Limbaugh everyday. I did not fit into the family, to be certain. At my miniscule 5'4, even Jake's mother towered over me, and my honey blonde hair stuck out like a sore thumb at raven-haired family gatherings. While all the women of the Thomas clan were built like pristine supermodels, I was practically born wearing a corset, with 36 D breasts and a large, shapely ass framing a petite waist. On top of that, I am covered in colorful tattoos and my large, pink nipples are pierced. Though Jake fell head over heels for me while we were attending the same university, his family had always been cold and distant, with his father being by far the most reticent. Mr. Thomas was a bear of a man, with a full, dark beard straight out of a Just for Men ad. His eyes, which had none of the tenderness of his son's, were ice blue. Honestly, the man had "top" written all over him, from his sneering smile to the look of disapproval he always wore. I'd have immediately found him sexy if it weren't for the fact that I was married to his son. I pulled on my robe and stumbled up the basement steps in search of coffee, trying to put the dream from my mind. On the way to the kitchen, I passed the hall bathroom and decided to make a stop there first. Pushing the door open, I unexpectedly came in contact with someone on the other side. To my great embarrassment, there stood none other than the subject of my naughty dreams. I quickly mumbled my apologies and shut the door, but not before I caught sight of what Mr. Thomas was doing. With one hand leaning on the wall, he was furiously jerking off into the toilet, a dirty magazine spread before him on the back of the tank. So involved was he in the activity that he barely even acknowledged my interruption. In the kitchen, I put the coffee on and the sat at the table ostensibly waiting for it to brew, but in reality, I was in a daze. I couldn't get the image of his big fingers manipulating his bigger cock out of my head. Those few seconds I had witnessed replayed in my head over and over, and I felt my pussy tensing, aching to be filled with him. I nearly screamed when he walked into the kitchen a few minutes later. "G-good morning, Mr. Thomas," I stuttered, praying that I wasn't as blushed as I felt. "Kitty," he intoned, seeming to savor the sexual innuendo in my name as much as I do. "Kitty, we should have a talk, you and I." "Yes sir?" I replied, suddenly very aware of how naked I was beneath my robe. I wondered if he could smell my pussy from where he stood. "What did you see, just now? When you so rudely came barging into an occupied restroom?" The tone of his voice was dangerously low, as if challenging me to tell the truth, that the door was ajar. "Well, I came upon you, umm, relieving yourself, sir." I squirmed in my chair. "Relieving myself? How so? Was I pissing, Kitty?" I was shocked at the crudity, something I'd never heard from him before. "Well, I didn't see anything, really, sir. I mean, it all happened so quickly—" He grabbed my hand then, so suddenly that I squealed, and he pulled me up from my seat and placed his other hand over my mouth. "No! I'll have no screaming from you!" He smiled wolfishly. "Well, not right now at least." I felt my legs go weak as a thin rivulet of pussy juice streamed down my inner thigh. "What do you mean, sir?" I asked, breathless. He ignored my question. "Now, I asked you if you had witnessed me urinating when you interrupted me in the bathroom. Is that what you saw, Kitty?" "No, sir," I tried to look away, but he clamped his fingers around my jaw, preventing it. "What did you see?" "I, umm, saw you, you know. I saw you, umm, masturbating." By the end of that sentence, I was whispering. The mere presence of this man had reduced me, a sexually mature 21-year-old woman that had fucked complete strangers without blushing, into a stammering, virginal 12-year-old. "And did you like what you saw?" His words ripped through me, and I could feel how close we were, could feel his breath on my face, the length of his enrobed body pressed against mine, mere terrycloth standing between my drenched pussy and his magnificent cock. Instead of answering, I moaned like a whore. The hand that been clamped on my wrist slid around to my back, and I felt a finger from his hand on my face slip between my lips. Involuntarily, I began to suck it eagerly. "I think you did like it, you filthy little cunt," he whispered. "Now what am I supposed to do about that?" Before either of us could come up with an answer for that, we heard a door creak, and footsteps come padding down the hall toward the kitchen. Mr. Thomas released me, and I fell back into my chair, desperately trying to regain my composure. My husband walked into the kitchen, rubbing his eyes sleepily. As I gave him a good morning hug, I spied Mr. Thomas over Jake's shoulder, licking his finger where my lips had been. *** The day passed like any other day at the Thomas household, with everyone gathering around the table for breakfast, lunch and dinner like something out of a Norman Rockwell painting. At dinner, Mrs. Thomas was her usual cold, bitchy self, asking me when I was going to give up my little career and give her son some children. Jake came to my rescue, saying that we were still young, and had plenty of time for that later. I tried not to grimace. The only thing that was out of place that day was my hammering heart and the color that rose to my cheeks every time Mr. Thomas glanced in my direction. For his part, he remained cool and reserved, never showing any signs of what had happened earlier. That is, until after dinner. We were all seated in the living room, watching television, when Mr. Thomas asked if I'd come with him to the basement to help retrieve beers for everyone. I could barely breathe over the thumping of my heart, and the renewed wetness between my legs made them shake as I followed him downstairs. When we reached the basement, he opened the fridge they kept down there just for the purpose of storing soft drinks and beer and stood before it as if considering its contents. "Do you think I need help carrying four beers upstairs, Kitty?" he asked suddenly. "Well, no sir. I don't suppose that you do." "Then why do you think I've brought you down here?" "I suppose it might have something to do with our conversation this morning, Mr. Thomas." He turned and regarded me like he was sizing me up. Then, letting the refrigerator door close, he grabbed me and pushed me back against the wall at the bottom of the basement steps. Grasping both of my hands in one of his fists, he put them up over my head, pressing them painfully into the concrete. He slid his other hand between my jean-clad legs, eliciting a gasp from me, then leaned forward to whisper in my ear. "Is this what you want, you little slut? Do you want me to rub your hot little pussy and make you come? Will that be enough for you to stop staring at me like a bitch in heat all day?" "I'm sorry, sir, was I staring?" I was close to tears from the crushing pain he was inflicting on my wrists, but I didn't want him to know how badly I wanted him to fuck me, then and there. "Clever little whore, aren't you? Why is it that I can never get a straight answer out of you, Kitty? Why do you have to be difficult?" He undid the button on my jeans, and then unzipped them. Pushing his fingers inside my panties, he soon found my weeping slit. I had to bite my lip almost to bleeding to keep from crying out. "Jesus Christ, you're wet! Has your little pussy been making this cream for me all day, or do you just like being dominated?" I didn't answer, afraid to tell him that I was a little of column A, and a lot of column B. At my silence, he pushed his fingers deep into my slit, practically impaling me on his hand. Wet as I was, I wasn't prepared for this sort of intrusion, and I whimpered in surprise and pain. He seemed ready to say something else, when a light appeared at the top of the stairs. "Dad, is everything alright?" Jake asked, squinting into the dim light. "Sure son, Kitty just saw a mouse down here and cried out," Mr. Thomas called up to my husband. "Isn't that right, Kitty?" he asked menacingly, wriggling his fingers inside me. "Yeah, Jake, I'm fine now. Your dad took care of me, umm, the mouse!" I stammered. "We'll be up in a minute, Son, go watch TV with your mother." When Jake obeyed him, Mr. Thomas turned to me and whispered, "I have not yet begun to take care of you, my dirty little whore. But I do think I'll be paying you a visit tonight." *** No one had been the wiser when I came up the stairs all disheveled, blaming my appearance on being nearly scared to death by a rodent. Such was my duress, no one questioned me when I decided to go to bed early; and when I turned Jake's goodnight kisses away, he seemed to understand. I lay awake for what seemed hours before I heard the heavy footfalls coming down into the basement. I sat naked, perched beneath the covers on the sofa bed, squinting into the darkness. "Who's there?" I asked, half hoping that it was Jake, come to check on me. "You know who it is, Kitty. Unless you've been seducing another father today?" Mr. Thomas' dark laugh echoed faintly as he clicked on the naked light bulb that hung from the basement ceiling. "With all due respect, sir, I hardly think that I've been seducing anyone," I said, suddenly indignant. He stood there in his bathrobe, his eyes tracing my curves beneath the nearly transparent sheets. With a malicious gleam in his eyes, he slipped the bathrobe off his shoulders, revealing his naked body to me in its entirety. His chest was much hairier than Jake's, but like his son, his cock and balls were shaved bare. I gulped, taking in the sight of his large member standing fully erect. He was cut, the bulbous pink head standing well out from the shaft, bobbing up and down. I licked my lips, watching a dribble of precum ooze out from the tip. He placed his hand on his cock, pulling the skin back and forth, running his thumb over the head to use the bead of liquid as lube as he slid his fingers over the sensitive underside of his prick. "Is this what you saw me doing this morning, Kitty?" When I nodded, he continued, pulling harder on his dick. "Do you like to watch a man jerk himself off? Do you like to see him giving himself pleasure at the sight of a beautiful young whore like yourself? Answer me!" "Yes, sir," I said, barely able to restrain myself from crawling over and sucking him off. "Show me that pretty little cunt of yours. I want to look at those juicy, pink lips while I stroke my cock." I obediently slid the covers down, exposing first my breasts, then my stomach, and finally, my bare pussy. I lay on my back, reaching up between my widespread knees to hold my shaved lips open for him to see. "Touch yourself, slut. Show me what you've wanted to do all day, thinking about my big, hard cock," he said, his breaths becoming more ragged with each thrust. Watching his hand, I quickly mirrored his strokes, slipping the fingers of one hand in my pussy, while rubbing my throbbing clit with the other. I fell onto my back, unable to maintain eye contact with his movements as I lost myself in the delicious feelings of fingering myself. I rubbed harder, aching to come after having suffered all day. I was interrupted by his hand suddenly grabbing both of mine, pinning them over my head in one deft movement as he had done earlier that day. "Did I tell you to make yourself come, Kitty?" he asked, savagely pressing his hard cock over my clit, bringing me even closer to orgasm, but not close enough. "Did I?" "Well, no, but I assumed—" "Dirty little sluts don't get the privilege of assuming anything in this house!" I cringed beneath him, unable to escape his wrath with the way he had me pinned. I realized that my hips were bucking, desperately seeking to let his cock slip inside me, even as I shrank away from him. He looked down, considering my humping motions. "Is that what you want, Kitty? Do you want my cock inside your wet little pussy? Is that what you need? Do you want to fuck your father, you filthy little whore?" I turned my head away, blinking back tears of shame. "I won't fuck you until you ask for it," he whispered. As desperate as I was, I remained silent. Suddenly, he released my hands. He grabbed my knees and spread them wide, his look telling me to keep them spread. I nodded to say I understood, and then he put his lips to my cunt, spreading it open with his fingers as he went. "I'm going to taste this juicy pussy of yours, Kitty. I'm going to lick you up and down. I'm going to suck your clit until your cream runs down my chin, and then I'm going to tongue fuck you until you beg me for every inch of my dick." I watched him, eyes wide, as he made good on his words. When his lips closed around my clit, I nearly fainted with the pleasure. The whole time he ate me, his hands were ever moving on my body, caressing everything from my ass to my breasts and back again, as far as his hands would reach. He licked my pussy like he'd never tasted anything so delicious, with long, dragging licks, making me shiver when he probed my hole. He looked up at me now and then, just to show me how wet his face had become with my juices, and every time he asked me if I was ready to be fucked yet. Finally, I nodded. He leaned forward, rubbing his cockhead up and down my slit, teasing me. I could feel the whiskers of his beard tickle my ear as he whispered, and I could smell myself on his face. "I think you're going to have to do better than just nodding, my little cunt. I think you should beg me to fuck you." "Please," I whispered. "Please fuck me, Mr. Thomas." "Why should I?" "Because I want you. I need to feel your big cock fill up my pussy because—" "Because?" "Because Jake's cock doesn't fill me up like yours can." I wept to tell the truth of it, the reason I'd been salivating over Mr. Thomas' cock ever since I first glimpsed it that morning in the bathroom. Ever since I found out that all my naughty dreams were true. That Mr. Thomas was huge, compared to my husband's average-sized dick. When he entered me, I nearly screamed. My tight little pussy protested every inch of his member, stretched in ways that didn't seem possible. Even seeing it up close, I'd had no idea how large Mr. Thomas really was, not until he was nearly tearing my cunt apart. As he began moving within me, I relaxed and began to enjoy it as much as he was. "Fuck, you're tight! Your slick little slit is like a vice! God, I feel like I could come right now!" He was saying in a series of furious whispers. I found myself praying that he would last longer than his son, too, as I needed to be fucked long and hard. More used to the sensations now, I wrapped my legs around his back, moving in rhythm with his thrusts, letting him slip deeper and deeper inside of me. But he soon tired of this position and pulled out. "Get on your stomach, slut, I'm going to ride you like the whore you are!" As soon as I had turned over, he grabbed the back of my head and pulled me onto his dick by the fistful of hair. The result was that he was able to pound my cunt harder and harder, while occasionally spanking my ass. It was the spanking that did me in. "I'm going to come, Mr. Thomas, please, oh, God, I'm going to come!" I nearly screamed. "Then come, bitch, and scream so the whole neighborhood knows what a fucking whore you are!" So I did. Just as I was coming down, my throat as raw as my pussy, Mr. Thomas turned me over again, and he pumped rope after rope of sticky, white cum onto my breasts, belly and slit, covering me in the hot liquid. My pierced nipples stood out hard in the contrasting cold air and hot cum. My father stared down at me, like a huntsman over a fresh kill. He knelt over me then, his eyes focused on the shiny silver bars adorning my breasts. "I didn't realize you were pierced. All those tattoos, too. What are you, some kind of masochist?" Suddenly, he was Jake's father again. Even as I lay there, covered in his seed, he stared at me like the same old conservative bastard I had always known. I pushed on his chest, shoving him away from me so I could get cleaned off, my confidence as the outcast daughter returning. "So what if I am? Maybe I do like pain, you cantankerous son of a bitch. But what is it to you? You've had your fun. Go back upstairs to your wife. Go watch Fox News or something. Excuse me while I ponder the slightly incestuous, not to mention adulterous, act I just committed," I spat, infuriated that he could be so judgmental after what had just transpired. He pulled me down onto him, his cum sticking to us both in globs. My legs fell open, perching me on his chest like I was going to mount him. His softening dick lay nestled between my slick pussy lips, reminding me that I had only come once. "I didn't mean to upset you, Kitty," he said with surprising softness. His fingers found one of my nipples and pulled on the bar there, twisting it slightly. "I only meant that I wasn't aware of the full extent of your submissiveness. I was only guessing when I started spanking you just now. I'd like," he took a deep breath. "I'd like to get to know you fully in that way." "In what way?" I asked, absentmindedly rubbing my pussy against him. "I want to know you as a submissive, not just some slut my son brought home," he said. I bristled at the description, and attempted to get up, but he held me where I was by twisting my nipple harder. "Not just some slut, Kitty. I want you to be MY slut." Kitty Kitty decided she needed a personal excursion to temporarily escape her life in rural Idaho. Having heard of a goth convention in a smaller city in eastern Kansas, and knowing I lived only about an hour from where the event was held, she forwarded me a message about it, attaching a topless picture showing her holding a sign over her bare tits: "Let's meet." I've seen other pictures of her naked from various angles as we've conversed quite a bit online, and she's seen pictures of me from a vacation to Virginia. Sure it's possible she was showing me fake pictures, clouding my imagination with falsehoods, but ponder for a moment how many women would send a "fake" picture featuring a women who was larger in frame. Now, mind you, she wasn't obese, but slim she certainly was not. The restaurant where we'd agreed to meet was a travel plaza truck stop outside of the event city just off the interstate. It was a Saturday late-morning, but the traffic around the travel plaza reminded me of my morning commutes to work in Kansas City. The truck stop parking lot rivaled the parking lot of Bass Pro or Cabela's parking lot during a weekend sale -- the only available parking spaces meant exercise would be involved. Standing next to my car and peering around the other stops at the plaza, a sea of cars, trucks, and RVs told me that no matter where I went, waiting would be a requirement. Disconcerted, I navigated through the sea or maze of cars and vehicles and into the building. This truck stop was both a convenience store and a restaurant under one roof. Navigating through the crowd in the convenience store, trying my best to make it to the restaurant, I noticed the restaurant crowd was nowhere near what the parking lot alleged. Indeed, when I approached the hostess, I was seated immediately at a booth next to a window while letting her know I was waiting for Kitty. When the waitress arrived, I informed her of the same while ordering coffee and letting my iPhone occupy the time while I waited. Not long did I have to wait before my phone started ringing with Kitty's picture showing on the screen. My heart jumped momentarily, but after taking another sip of coffee, I answered the phone to Kitty telling me she'd just arrived and wanted to initiate a game of "cell phone Marco Polo", and I'm pleased to say that I eventually lost. I stood when Kitty approached the table and motioned her to sit down. She left her black jacket on and riding open, revealing a low-cut t-shirt underneath, giving a wonderful view of her cleavage that left it difficult to not stare periodically. Her dark brown hair rested on her shoulders, hanging loose and providing a frame for her seemingly innocent face. When the waitress arrived, we ordered a late breakfast ("and coffee as well for me", Kitty noted) and started in on conversation. Occasionally she would smile, allowing me to catch a glimpse at a hint of gold behind her lips. "What the?" I asked, peering closer at her lips, reaching to her chin. She smiled wider, opening her mouth slightly and that's when I saw the fangs. Later in the conversation, Kitty's voice turned to one of mild disappointment. "Let me confess," she began, taking a sip of her coffee, "there isn't a convention out here." I sipped my coffee, "I know." I turned myself so I was sitting in the booth instead of reclined against the wall. "I searched for it after you sent me the e-mail." She brought the coffee cup to her lips, tilting it enough that I couldn't see her lips moving, her voice a little lower as she asked, "Why didn't you say something?" I raised my cup off the table. "Well at first, I was a little miffed," I sipped my coffee and set the cup down, "simply because I don't like being lied to. I could have canceled, but I wanted to meet you. Shame you wore those fangs for nothing." Silence crept into the conversation, with several sips of coffee transpiring before Kitty interrupted it. "So what shall we do then?" * * * * * The full moon against the cloudless obsidian sky above cast a bright light over the open Kansas countryside, the perfect night for a midnight, moonlight stroll along the gravel trails of the virtually treeless park outside this small town. It also seemed to be a nice way to finish out a day with Kitty spent traversing various shoppes and having seemingly endless conversations in restaurant booths. About a mile down the trail, we encountered a set of benches. Kitty sat on a bench and I sat next to her, wrapping my arm around along her waist, pulling her in close. We sat talking for a short time before Kitty stood up before me and stretched herself out. I stood up next to her and stretched as well. "So shall we?" I asked, motioning down the trail. Kitty pushed me back onto the bench before taking off her jacket and tossing it next to me. Before I could muster even a syllable, Kitty was on her knees going for my belt, my cock growing interested in what she was doing. My jeans were next, and with a swift motion pulling my jeans and underwear toward my knees, my hard cock was exposed and Kitty was completely uninterested in showing it any mercy. I looked down at her as she looked back up at me. I couldn't tell if her pupils were dilated from the low light or the lust running through her veins. She wrapped her hand around my cock, pointing it to her face like an unwrapped Popsicle, and looked to my face again. She smiled, her golden fangs glinting in the moonlight and standing out against her lips. Kitty wrapped her lips around the tip of my hard cock, sliding my full length into her mouth. Gliding her teeth lightly along the top of my dick, I could feel her fangs along the side of my cock. Was my cock just big enough to fit between her fangs? She slid my cock back out of her mouth, gliding her teeth and fangs along its length, sending an unending shiver through my cock, into my loins and up my spine. Holding my cock in her hand, she gently nudged one of her fangs into the slit on the tip of my cock, but even as gentle as she was, she couldn't avoid giving me a slight tinge of pain which was helped only by my sheer lust for her. As she drew her fang away, a glint of light caught the bead of precum the fang drew from my cock, stretching out as she pulled back. The bead broke, clinging as a drop to her fang. Looking me deep in the eye as the drop glinted in the moonlight, she ran her tongue along her lips very slowly, savoring whatever taste my cock left behind before catching the bead and taking it away. In a swift motion Kitty lifted her t-shirt and bra together off her body, tossing them onto the bench with her jacket, exposing her breasts to the cool midnight air. Her pale skin seemed even more so under the moonlight. Her nipples stood out seeming rock hard against her skin. Her tits were large enough that she was able to take them in hand and hug tight my cock between them, completely embracing it in her cleavage. The heat from her lust radiated from her tits into my hard dick, making me harder still and bringing me almost to that breaking point. She looked up at me, her tits wrapped around my cock as if their purpose was to keep it warm, and she just smiled, letting her golden fangs shine in the moonlight. I leaned forward and touched her chin, lightly kissing her fanged lips before motioning her to stand. I went to my knees and targeted her jeans, getting them loose and pushing them along with her black panties to her knees. I motioned her toward the bench, and before she sat down, she found her jacket and laid it out along the bench's wood planks. I took off my jacket and tossed it next to her clothing before dropping to my knees at her feet. Trying to get her jeans and panties off over her shoes was definitely an exercise, thankfully not one in futility. Bathed in the moonlight of that clear night, her skin was creamy as milk as she sat virtually naked on the bench. Her legs slightly parted, her clit floated as a small strawberry in the cream of her pussy's shaved pale skin, perked by the cool air and her hot lust. Kitty sat forward and motioned me to my feet as she reached out and wrapped her hand around my hard cock, which I had momentarily forgotten was still exposed. She wrapped her lips around and drew it into her mouth, her teeth and fangs riding its length like a rail. She seemed so expert with her tongue and lips that holding back from cumming down her throat seemed like a difficult venture that with each pass only became even more so. I took advantage of a moment when she seemed to stop for air, dropping down on my knees, kissing her gently on her lips before nudging her back against the bench. When I spread her legs further, her musk of sex cast its scent into the night air and the juices peeking from her pussy's lips glinted in the moonlight. I looked up across her body and into her eyes as she took her large tits in hand, the nipples between her fingers, giving them a hard, firm massage. She sank as best she could into the bench, and wrapping my arms around her legs, I pulled her to the edge of the bench's plank. Her pussy was like the side of an ice cream sandwich as I licked my tongue between her lips and up toward her clit, flicking her clit like it was a small dollop of ice cream dragged along by my tongue, then taking in what had gathered on my tongue and savoring the taste before going back for more. And like an ice cream sandwich, one pass was certainly not going to be enough, as I wanted to make sure I reached what I could with my tongue, going back for as many passes as it took. I took her small fruit into my mouth, licking and sucking it like I was cleaning away the coating of sugar from a gumdrop. Like can happen when sucking on a small fruit, periodically I would need to lick around her fruit to clean up juices that seemed by some circumstance to be oozing out. Sucking on her clit, I slid my fingers between her moist, slick lips and into her pussy. Kitty almost jumped from her seat. Did my fingers turn cold before they entered her warm cunt? She suddenly grabbed my hair and closed her legs, leaving me no choice but to pull my fingers out of her until she let go of my hair and released my head from the tight vice grip of her legs. With another opportunity, I continued with only my lips and tongue, sucking and licking at her clit and keeping my fingers away. Kitty moaned steadily each breath into the night air while I took my time to savor her pussy. Suddenly her moans disappeared, her breathing went shallow and her legs tensed up. I wrapped my arms around her legs and held them apart, diving my face further into her pussy and sucking harder at her clit harder. Moans alternated with silence and held breaths, each moan seeming a little louder than the last. Suddenly she grabbed my head, pressing my face into her pussy as she let out one long, loud moan and threatened to drown me in the juices that flowed from her pussy. When her moans and shallow breaths subsided along with the force on the back of my head, I pulled away and took several breaths of air, trying to not pass out. Looking at Kitty, she appeared to have collapsed back against the bench, her breathing seeming labored, her face practically without expression. I rose to my feet, my hard cock standing out in the night air. I gave it a couple rubs while looking down at Kitty, who seemed a drunk kind of tired as she looked back up at me, her tits in her hands, her milky skin almost glowing in the moonlight. I offered my hand to her. She either seemed reluctant to take it or she just had that much strength momentarily sapped from her. I pulled her to her feet and turned her around. I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her in close, the heat from her body almost making me sweat under my clothes. I took her tits in my hands, and while they were larger than others I've had the pleasure of holding, I could corral them as her hardened nipples poked between my fingers. I motioned her forward and Kitty climbed onto the bench, her knees resting on her jacket as she leaned over the back. She looked over to me, giving me another smile, the glint of gold on her teeth letting me know she was ready. I walked up to her ass, pushing my pants down about to my knees. Taking my cock in hand and rubbing it a couple times, the tip glided between her lips, coating my cock with her oozing juices before sliding into her. Her pussy was like a glove to my cock, fitting around it almost perfectly as I slid into her, gripping it from the moment of entry. Warm and very slick, even though her pussy felt tight around me, I could slide into her cunt without any difficulty, both of us letting out a satisfying moan as I pushed my cock balls-deep. Kitty's pussy swallowed the entire length of my cock easily and hungrily. Methodically I slid my cock back out of her pussy, drawing it from its warm room of sex till her pussy lips were kissing the tip of my cock, then pushed back in deep, hard, fast. With each hard thrust into her pussy, a loud moan echoed from Kitty's mouth into the night. I worked into a rhythm of steadily fucking her tight, warm, slick pussy, allowing her to feel the entire length of me over and over. Kitty moaned steadily as I fucked her, holding her hips somewhat steady as she announced her pleasure ("Oh God!", "Keep fucking me like that") to whatever wildlife wanted to listen, periodically peering back at me over her shoulder. It was impossible for me to hold back on any moans, groans and grunts her sweet pussy was milking from me, and it was growing more difficult to hold back from cumming as I pushed into her pussy. Several times I thought I was going to explode while inside her, but I held back as best I could until I felt her grip tighten around my cock as her orgasm built to its exploding point and her reflexes caused her pussy to clench around my cock. To keep from exploding into her, I had to pull out of her pussy, and contrary to her loud moans and screams ("Damn it"), I had no intention of leaving her hanging. I dropped to my knees and positioned myself under her as best and quickly I could, getting my face to her pussy and wrapping my lips around her clit, diving my fingers deep into her pussy. Immediately her cunt clenched onto my fingers as I sucked intently at her clit. The intensity fueling her orgasm churned until it broke free of her in spectacular ways. If I had been standing in front of her when her orgasm hit, my hearing would likely have been compromised as she broadcast her lust to the world around us. Not content with having her cum just once at that point, I plowed her pussy hard and deep with my fingers while sucking at her fruit like I was trying to take it from a branch with only my lips. When the second wave hit, I thought her pussy would snap my fingers from my hand, and the announcement she sounded had to have been heard by others, even if they were miles away. Pulling my fingers from her pussy, they were completely glazed in her juices which I coated onto my cock. Peering up across her body as her stomach moved in and out like bellows with each breath, I slid myself from below her and maneuvered behind her. I leaned over her, putting my hands next to her arms on the back of the bench as she leaned over it, leaning my cock in to her pussy until its tip was just touching her pussy lips. A few maneuvers of my hips and the tip of my cock was ready to go spelunking in her pussy. I leaned down across her, kissing her neck before whispering in her ear, "We're not done yet." She turned her head and let her lips playfully touch mine, then parting her lips and gracing my lips with her tongue. Letting our tongues get acquainted beneath the covers of our lips, I jammed my cock deep inside her pussy, forcing her juices to ooze from between her moist lips and drizzle down the contours of my scrotum. Kitty moaned deep and loud against my lips, breaking our tongue's playful embrace only to whisper, "Fuck me". I took hold of her hips, steadying myself and standing straight behind her, stirring my cock in her pussy as I worked back up to the rhythm. Moans were plentiful from both of us, and occasionally a groan, grunt, or playful expletive seeped out into the night. So slick and so warm and wet her pussy, I had to work to keep from exploding inside her. An orgasm crested over her body, and her pussy grabbed a firm hold of my cock, seeming unwilling to let go. It was just too much, the bite of my orgasm became too strong to hold back. "I'm gonna cum," I pronounced with a loud groan, pulling my cock from her hot, wet pussy and into the cold air, rubbing my dick with my hand to keep that feeling and the warmth in my cock as the bite died away slightly. Kitty turned herself around, sitting down onto her jacket. She took her tits in hand and brought them together, creating a shelf with her large boobs before announcing with a strong moan what seemed obvious, "Cum on my tits." Jerking my cock, I brought it to her chest, pointing toward her tits. Looking down at Kitty's eyes, she looked back up at me with a smile on her lips, waiting patiently as a moment or two passed before my cock erupted in a milky flow onto her chest. Both of us moaned our satisfaction as the warm jizz hit her milky skin, thickening quickly in the cooler midnight air like lava hitting the ocean. We both giggled like teenagers for a moment before she let her tits down and grabbed for my cock. Taking it in her mouth, she used her teeth and fangs to tease my cock into giving up whatever cum it hadn't, my knees feeling like they would give way under me with the intense sensations shooting through my loins. After Kitty released my cock, I reached down and pulled my pants back up around my waist and secured them, then settled onto the bench next to her. Kitty leaned back as well. Looking down at her tits, seeing my cum coating her cleavage, she scooped it up in various passes with her finger, seeming to savor it each time as she licked it away and swallowed it down until she was confident she'd gotten it all off her chest. She reached over to her clothing and found her panties. Rubbing her pussy first to prime it again, she took her panties and gently stuffed them into her pussy. She dug through the clothes again, finding her bra and t-shirt and quickly put them back on. Sitting there half-dressed, near naked from the waist down, Kitty pulled her panties back out of her pussy. She said virtually nothing as she found her jeans and got them over her shoes and, standing up, pulled them up around her waist, hiding her bare pussy and ass from the moonlight's gentle kiss. Taking a deep cleansing breath of the cool night air, Kitty grabbed both of our jackets and offered her hand to me, pulling me from the bench. She handed my jacket to me, then pulled my head down to hers, her tongue leading her lips to mine, wanting to renew its acquaintance with me. Our tongues danced with each other beneath the veil of our lips and briefly out in the open moonlight before leaving each other once again. Kitty looked up at me, peering deep into my eyes before stuffing her panties into my jacket pocket. "Take my panties as thanks for tonight. I really needed this." Kitty I looked at Kitty and Matt. "You two are crazy. Why should I give you that much money?" Matt looked at me, eyes flashing, "You'll never be able to spend that much, not a conservative frugal guy like you." "Still, I replied. I see no reason why I should give you and Kitty so much of it." "Look Doug, you know how desperately Kitty and I want a house. Having to settle Kitty's mom in that nursing home because of her only onset Alzheimer's wiped out our savings. We just need enough for a nice down payment. Kitty and I can handle a mortgage but now we are back to square one. What the hell are you going to do with the money anyway? We WILL pay you back!" "Matt," I replied "You have a history of being under employed. I know you have a nice job now but you are not exactly the best risk in the world. I was afraid if I told you about my inheritance from my grandfather that something like this would happen." "Doug, you already have this house, You are due a nice pension. You're not married right now. You should do some good with that money. I've always been there for you." "Matt, the truth is closer to ME saving your bacon time and again." "Be that as it may, we are friends, Doug." "This isn't the first time you have borrowed money from me, Matt. To be frank, your track record on repayment is not that good." I looked at Matt intently. Matt is my closest and also my most frustrating friend. Aside from my family, I've known him longer than any other human being on the planet. He has a ton of great features but he tends to be a spendthrift. Still, he could be making a very good living; if he applied himself. Matt has always worked just hard enough to keep the wolf at bay. If not for Kitty, he would have never saved a dime. It was not as though I did not feel for them. Kitty's mom is very sweet. I was as upset about what happened to her as Kitty and Matt were. Still, I knew that it would be money that I would never see again. I had no doubt that they would use the money to buy a house. I also had no doubt that they would never be able to later put aside enough to pay me back. I was sincerely torn by my friend's predicament. Matt had a panicked look in his face as he replied, "OK Doug, we will give you anything you want in exchange for the money." I stifled a laugh. "Matt, there is nothing you own that I want. I have a better car, better furniture, better everything. In fact you don't even have anything to use as collateral for any loan I give you. I believe that you will use the money to buy a house, I also know that I will never see it again." Matt peered intently at Kitty. She nodded and Matt began speaking again, "Money is not everything, Doug. Kitty and I are prepared to offer other inducements." Now I was puzzled. "What do you mean Matt. If not money, what is there?" At this point Kitty stood up. When Kitty stands, people notice. She has long brown hair and lovely green eyes. I think she robbed an angel for her face. She is five foot six and slim with long, shapely legs. Kitty is the only thing I envy of Matt's. Kitty was wearing a short plaid skirt, white tights and a very clingy black blouse that accentuated her prodigious bust. "I've seen how you look at Kitty, Doug. We know that we don't have any collateral. To be honest with you, we can probably never pay you back, but Kitty and I don't want to lose this opportunity. If we don't buy a house now, we never will. Either something will come up or I will spend more than I should. We are finally caught up in our bills, Doug, but that state of grace won't last long. Me and Kitty talked this out long and hard. We know that we are asking a difficult thing of you so we thought if you had Kitty for a week or two..." I felt the oxygen leave the room. "You can't be serious, Matt! Are you crazy, Kitty?" Matt inhaled deeply and replied, "We literally have nothing else to offer you, Doug, certainly nothing else that you would want." I stared at the wife of my best friend, "And you're OK with this, Kitty?" For the first time since they had entered my house Kitty spoke in her musical, lilting voice. "It was mostly my idea, Doug. I had to talk Matt into it. You have no idea how much the dream of a house of my own means to me. When my mom got sick I thought that I would have to bury that dream forever, but then Matt told me about your inheritance and I thought ..." "What would I get in exchange?" I asked, suddenly very interested.. Kitty smoothed out her skirt with her left hand and said very softly, "Anything you want, Doug, anything you want." I took in the two of them with a penetrating glance, "You two really are crazy!" "Are you telling me you don't find Kitty attractive, Doug?" "Far from it Matt, Kitty is the most beautiful woman I know, but the two of you are not thinking straight. Obviously I would love to have Kitty at my beck and call for two weeks but I could never do that to you. It would tear our friendship apart, not to say the damage it will do to your marriage." "You are wrong." replied Matt, "You could take nothing from Kitty that she has not already given me. You are the only man I'd ever allow to ... Well, I could stand it if she was with you, Doug, any other man would drive me crazy. I know that you are a fundamentally decent guy, you won't take advantage of Kitty or abuse her. I can trust you. Kitty has talked about stripping to earn back the money she had to spend to take care of her mother. THAT would drive me crazy. One guy, a guy I trust, seeing my wife naked I can handle, a passel of leering strangers? No way!". I took a moment to collect my thoughts. "Matt, Kitty, if I agree to this, there will be nothing half way about it. I'll expect Kitty to give my everything I want. I will expect total control." "You are entitled to it." replied Kitty. "The only thing I ask is that you not take advantage of me, Don't use violence or humiliation and I will give you whatever you want, Doug." "Kitty," I replied honestly, "my mind can go to some dark places but I think I can abide by your terms." Kitty, Matt, and I conversed for a while longer. We had to agree how much money I was going to give them. They had their hearts set on a house in a respectable but not too pricey neighborhood. This pleased me, I felt sure they could afford the sort of house they wanted. I made it clear that if I thought that they were about to bite off more than they could chew, I would, for their sakes, call the deal off. It turned out that Kitty and Matt were well prepared. Matt got his laptop and showed me a spread sheet he and mostly Kitty had made. Everything was neat and logical, the only piece missing was the down payment. As a good faith gesture, I promised them more than they were asking, which they appreciated. A bigger down payment would make settlement easier. No money would change hands however, until Kitty had fulfilled her part of the bargain. I wanted two weeks, Matt wanted to give me one, we split the difference and I got ten days, a nice round figure. Kitty had been saving vacation for the summer. The quest for a house took precedence over a trip to the beach however. Kitty was to become mine on Friday night at six P.M. I would greet her with the cashier's check, which I was then free to lock away until the final hour of the second Monday at 6:00 P.M. When Kitty would be a free woman once again. The days leading up to Friday were excruciating. I tried not to get too excited. I felt sure that as zero hour inched closer, either Kitty or Matt or both would get cold feet. If that happened, I at least had had several days and nights of very active sex fantasies. Kitty was a phenomenally beautiful woman, I knew that Matt had a winning personality, which is how he had landed her. Kitty, like everyone else, did not discover Matt's shortcomings until she had known him for a while. I have to give Kitty credit, even after it became clear how lacking in ambition and drive Matt is, she still went ahead with the wedding. I felt that she was happy, even if Matt often frustrated her. She saw the house as a kind of cure all. Matt would have to apply himself and work harder once they became home owners. I sincerely, hoped that Kitty was correct. I know that Matt wanted a house just as much as his wife did, whether he had the drive to keep it after he obtained it was another question. I thought if worse came to worse, and Kitty ended up divorcing Matt, at least she would have the cushion of real estate to soften the financial hardship of the separation. But after four years of marriage they both still seemed to be "into" each other in every sense of the word. Kitty's decision must be giving Matt fits, not that he would do anything more ambitious than brood about it however. I bought clothing and other items that would turn me on. No too much, in case Kitty bailed. If she did arrive upon my doorstep Friday evening, I could overnight anything else I wanted to buy. Basically, I did not want to spend a lot of money for what might turn out to be a non-event. Matt was not just blowing smoke when he called me, "a conservative frugal guy," nor was he in any way flattering me. Its not that I don't spend, but I DO spend and invest carefully. My grandfather taught me well. He noticed that I had absorbed the lessons he tried to impart, so he bequeathed me the bulk of his estate. I wasn't sure that gramps would approve of me spending so much money to get my rocks off. Then again, gramps was always fond of the ladies, so perhaps he would have done the same thing. In any event, ultimately, it WAS money I could afford to lose. This train of thought continued until I pictured Kitty naked for about the thousandth time and had to jerk off. Again. I signed up for the necessary days off from work.. If Kitty bailed ar the last moment, I had back up plans to go fishing in the mountains at my cousin's cabin. I hoped that I would not be landing trout instead of bedding Kitty, but I am nothing if not practical. I don't like to waste anything, even vacation days. Believing that the cabin would be my ultimate destination, I had the gear ready. On Wednesday afternoon, I spent my lunch hour in the bank obtaining the cashier's check. Thursday crept by like a slug on Quaalude. Work Friday seemed even longer. At last I was free at four thirty, I made a bee line for home and gave my now spotlessly clean house, a final going over. I tend to be neat, but I really exerted myself to make a good impression. I took a look at myself in the mirror as zero hour neared. I'm not a bad looking guy. I'm an even six feet tall, dark featured, well built, with a neat goatee. While I had trouble finding Ms. Right, I did have a string of past girlfriends. My last relationship had ended about six months ago. There had been nothing especially wrong with her, she just was not what I was looking for. Matt said that my standards were impossibly high, maybe so, but if I had someone like Kitty to come home to, I would be beyond content. In honest moments I admitted to myself that the reason all of my past relationships had failed was because those women were not Kitty, and Kitty was off limits. At least she was. I realized that if I were to have Kitty, even for as few as ten days, I could be satisfied with just about any other woman on the planet. Having partaken of the perfection of a goddess, I could then be quite satisfied with mere mortal women. Outwardly I was calm. Inwardly my organs were churning as the clock hands passed five thirty. After my final preparations, I tried reading and then watching television. I soon gave up both in frustration. I kept an intense watch upon my cell phone, certain that Kitty's name would appear as she called to cancel. As bad as things were for me I could not imagine what she and Matt were going through. I had told Kitty, that she need not bring a thing, I would take care of her every essential. I asked her to dress casually and for Matt to drop her off at six on the dot. Only when there was less than a quarter of an hour left before zero hour, did I allow myself to believe that this crazy scenario was actually going to happen. The sound of my front doorbell breaking the silence of my house was like a bomb going off. Scarcely believing the reality I opened my front door. Kitty stood, looking fantastic in a a nice pair of khaki shorts, sandals, and a polo type shirt. She had a small bag draped over one shoulder. I could tell that she had been crying recently but her face displayed a wide smile as she stated, "Good evening, Doug. Can I come in?" After a moment I found my voice, "Absolutely, Kitty, absolutely." As Kitty entered, I spied Matt glowering from the driver's seat of his car. He looked both angry and resigned. It did not take much deductive powers to figure out how Matt and Kitty's last few hours had gone. Kitty turned, gave Matt an emphatic wave and entered my front door. As I closed the door behind the wife of my best friend, I heard Matt's car peal out in obvious anger. I wondered just how supportive of this plan Matt really was. Quickly, I decided that worrying about that question was not my problem. I drank in Kitty's loveliness, took her hand, and steered her to my kitchen where a pot of steeping tea awaited. I pulled out a chair for Kitty and then settled myself opposite her. "I take it that Matt is not taking things well." I began. "He wanted me to call to off, but I will have a house no matter what I have to do to get one." After a moment Kitty continued with, "He'll get over it. He will sulk for a couple of days, probably break some of my dishes in anger, and curse a blue streak but he always calms down in the end. To preempt his constant phone calls, I will leave my phone turned off for the next ten days. I only brought the phone to call Matt in case YOU chickened out after he drove off!" I laughed and said, "Well THAT eventuality is one I never thought of!" After another laugh I asked, "How do you take your tea?" For the next half hour we sipped our Oolong, silently sizing each other up. I had been so sure that Kitty would back out I was almost, but not quite, unprepared for the next step. My indecision did not last long. "Once you are finished with your tea, I'd like to get started, I thought something simple and relaxing like a bath, and then we can retire to my bedroom. I'm sensitive enough to realize that I will have to progress slowly, gradually earning your trust, as I ask more and more of you. If I think only of myself, neither of us will end up very happy." Kitty set down her teacup. "That would be fine, Doug. A major reason I even contemplated this arrangement was the fact that I knew that you would not be an ogre. If I thought that this would just be 'wham bam thank you ma'am' type thing I would have turned to stripping for the cash. Parading my goodies in front a bunch of hormonal jerks would have been humiliating. Not that I don't have the goods." Kitty pointed to her prominent bosom, winked at me and continued, "This is far simpler, ten days with a gentleman as opposed to months in the strip club to earn the same amount. Plus the manger would want his take, I would be groped and gawked at, all that mess. No there would be far too many hassles. I COULD have done it but I am glad that I don't have to." "Kitty, I'm not exactly Casper Milquetoast." I replied. "I expect you to obey me, you WILL have to work for the money. Remember, if I am not happy," I waved the cashier's check in my left hand, "I DON'T have to give you the check. True, I'm not a bastard, Kitty, but I also like flavors other than vanilla!" "OF course, Doug. I didn't mean to imply ... I am yours for the next ten days, Doug. You can have anything you like you can have me any way you want. I just meant that at your heart you are a fundamentally decent guy so it will be a pleasure to serve you." "On that point we agree, Kitty. Now it is bath time." Kitty took the hand I offered and allowed me to lead her down the hall to the master bathroom. She left her her satchel on the kitchen floor. Her smile seemed genuine enough. I loved watching the expression on her face once I opened the bathroom door. In an act that had taken considerable preparation and would have been completely wasted had Kitty had a change of heart; the entire room was illuminated only by dozens and dozens of candles. I saw surprise and then delight dance across Kitty's face in the flickering illumination. I realized that I could not have gotten things off on any better footing. I closed the door behind us, sealing us in romantic darkness. "I'm going to undress you now, Kitty." I stated plainly and gently. Kitty just nodded and tried to relax herself. For the longest moment of my life i contemplated Kitty. Even though she was dressed in casual manner, her beauty was spellbinding. I took a long hungry look at the wife of my best friend. The lives of the three of us would never be the same after this moment passed. In my mind was the image of a miniature Kitty and Matt balancing on the edge of a sword that I wielded. Whether Kitty and Matt would fall from the blade, was a question none of us could answer as yet. I was about to take the step which could not be reversed. It was either full speed ahead from this moment or, open the door, turn on the light, and send Kitty home. For a moment I though intently about Matt and Kitty. And then I gazed at Kitty's spectacular legs, and the tautness of her blouse and I wanted to see all of her, I wanted to touch all of her, I wanted to own every inch of her, the future be damned. I bent low and removed each of Kitty's sandals. I noted the pink lacquer of her nails. The legs I beheld were the finest I had ever encountered. I rose to my full height, bent and kissed Kitty full on the lips. She return my kiss with her own impossibly sweet lips. I was overcome by Kitty's scent. Her essence did not come from a bottle and could not be masked by the aura of the candles. It was the scent of perfection, the aroma of beauty. If I was imagining it I did not care, I wanted to remember the smell forever. Gently I tugged on the hem of Kitty's polo shirt, working is up her flat, enchanting tummy with its mouth watering navel and over her enthralling breasts. I saw her hills of femininity restrained by a sensible, yet still sexy brassier. Kitty lifted her arms and allowed me to pull the garment over her head and away from her. The shirt fell silently to the floor. Obtaining permission from Kitty's gaze, I next unfastened her belt and opened the front of the khaki shorts. Even in the dim light I could tell that her panties were lavender. The shorts slid down Kitty's spectacular legs to the floor and she stepped out of them. I embraced Kitty and kissed her far more deeply. Having Kitty in my arms was the most supreme goodness my life had so far enjoyed. It was almost a shame to go on. But it would have brought madness to stop at this point. I reached behind Kitty's back and unhooked her bra. Kitty allowed her arms to hang loose by her side while I tugged away her brassier. Now I had imagined Kitty's breasts quite often in the past. I recalled spying her in a bikini at the pool and the beach,. Seeing her pert pink nipples and light brown areolas in reality surpassed even my most ardent fantasies. I began to nuzzle Kitty's amazing breasts. Her nipples felt so wonderful and natural against my tongue and between my teeth. I wondered how I had survived so long without ever having experienced something so glorious. At last my eyes focused upon Kitty's erect nipples. It was the sort of beauty ancient Romans carved into their temples. I could not read Kitty's expression as I began to tug at the waistband of her panties. Kitty's sacred grounds were even lovelier than I had imagined. The hair on her box was neatly trimmed, her carpet jut the right thickness. Perhaps in a few days I would shave her but right now she was perfect. I fell to my knees, wrapped my arms about her pretty Heinie and began to eat her out. Now I know what the Ambrosia of Mount Olympus tastes like. Kitty To my surprise and delight, Kitty spread herself wide to accommodate me. I focused my attentions on the sweet bud of her clitoris. It was not long before Kitty was gyrating and moving on her own. How many men get the privilege of making the wife of their best friend come? Kitty's moans were sweet little animal noises. It was then that I knew that sating goodbye to Kitty in ten days would be as impossible a challenge as scaling Mount Kilimanjaro naked. I got Kitty off twice before I settled her into the rapidly cooling water. I turned on the hot water tap and reached for the washcloth. As Kitty placed her head against the bath pillow she said, "Doug, if you are this full of surprises the entire time I am with you, I will have a hard time going back home to Matt." She laughed as though her comment was meant mostly in gest. My erection as I lathered Kitty's arms and breasts was both painful and delightful. I could hardly wait until I got Kitty between the sheets of my bed to loose its contents. But that would come in its own sweet time. Right now all that mattered was Kitty, the water, and the warm glow. At twice the price I had made the best bargain of my life. I touched the button on a boom box and soft music began wafting through the air. My hands took their delighted time exploring Kitty's body. Dispensing with the washcloth for a moment I plunged my soapy fingers into her sex. Kitty felt magnificent, Originally I was going to withdraw my hand but Kitty placed both of hers upon me. With a nod and some unmistakable body language, Kitty made it clear that she did not want me to stop. Inspired, I established a steady rhythm and worked diligently to get her off. If anything this orgasm was better than the prior ones. I watched enraptured as a minor tremor danced across Kitty's flesh. After regaining her breath Kitty asked me, "Where did you learn to be so good to a woman. Doug? I can't believe that no woman has laid claim to you yet." "I'm a very romantic guy, Kitty. The problem was not with the women I dated the problem was with me?" "And what is that problem, Doug?" Not thinking I blurted out, "They were not you, Kitty." Kitty stared at me intently, the smile vanished from her face and she said, "I see..." After an agonizing silence she continued, "How long have you been obsessed with me, Doug?" With the cat out of the bag, I figured subterfuge was useless, "Probably for as long as Matt has known you." Kitty contemplated me for a long moment and then stated, "You hid it well, Doug. I never suspected. The romantic candles and the music should have been a tip off, however. Look, Doug. I like you a great deal, but I'm never going to love you. That's not going to change over the next ten days either. I AM very flattered but get crazy ideas like trying to win me out of your mind. Matt has his faults but I love him utterly, I look upon these ten days as a business venture. Any pleasure I give or receive is just a pleasant byproduct of the endeavor. Understand?" I hung my head and replied, "Yes, Kitty." Her face brightened and she continued, "Good now that we understand each other, how about you turn on the lights, drain this tub, dry me off and let me take care of the obvious bulge in your pants?. We will have a lot of fun, Doug so long as you remember that none of this is permanent." The mood unalterably over, I silenced the music and turned on the lights. The sight of Kitty under full illumination, her fantastic body glistening with moisture, kept my manhood at full mast. Maybe I had been naive. Did I really want to be a home wrecker? Did the fact that Kitty was never going to love me make any real difference in the pleasure of taking her over and over and owning her utterly for ten days? The answer to both questions was a resounding NO! I was still getting something I had long dreamed bout, the minute details mattered not. A suddenly wiser man I reached for the drain plug and said, "You realize that this means that I am now in charge, don't you? You could have had me wrapped around your little finger." Kitty stood, her spectacular naked form looking like Pygmalion's statue come to life, took the towel from my hands and replied, "What makes you so sure that I won't end up doing that anyway?" Kitty's face then donned a quite mischievous look as she eyed me up and down, her eyes at last resting on my crotch. My imprisoned and engorged manhood felt like Alice in her tiny house. I gazed rapturously at Kitty. She smiled, stepped from the tub, and said, "Race you to the bed!"