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Kat's Story Ch. 01

By: Tappy_McWidestance



As usual this story starts slow and runs long. I write verbose, blah blah blah. I've received some feedback that my stories are too long, but what can I say. I write very free form and usually if I get into a groove, the next thing I know I have 15 pages written. If you are looking for quick stroke material, you probably want to look elsewhere. 

This story is 100% fictional fantasy. For the first time, for better or for worse, I tried writing in the first person. I hope to catch all the instances where I accidently write in the third person in the editing, but if I slip up, too bad. I have already written 4 chapters which I'm editing now. I have 4 more in the planning stages depending how the feedback goes. The planned arc of this story will get into themes I've used in my other stories, although in the beginning, it is pretty tame, hence the Novels and Novellas designation. In the end there will be just about every Literotica category represented, but you will have to stay tuned for most of them.

As usual, if you send feedback with ideas of where the characters should go and what they should do, I'll try to integrate them where I can.

Tappy

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My name is Katya Antonina Tekla, but everyone calls me Kat. I was born 41 years ago just outside of Moscow. Both my parents were part of the Soviet Olympic training program and they managed to defect when I was just 2 years old. They originally settled in Denver to be close to the U.S. training center in Colorado Springs, but we moved a few years later to San Diego. My parents loved everything about America and wanted me to grow up with a "typical" American upbringing, whatever that is. So instead of my parent's alpine sports I grew up on surfing, beach volleyball and boys. Surrounded by the stereotypical California girl, I stood out like a sore thumb. I was taller and had jet black hair. The boys didn't seem to mind. Apparently they found my Russian heritage appealing and although I didn't need to speak with an accent, I sometimes faked it. I had my pick of boys on the beach. I was always playing sports so I was fit and trim although I wish my breasts were bigger. There were many girls a little curvier than my muscular form who flaunted their boobs with the smallest bikinis and the extra attention they received made me jealous.

I made it through high school without having a serious boyfriend, although I did fool around a bit during the weekend beach bonfires. Still volleyball was my life and I ended up getting a scholarship to UCLA. This was great for me. Away from home for the first time, but not so far that my parents couldn't attend the home matches. They were so proud of me and dreamed of me making the U.S. Women's Volleyball team. Alas that dream didn't happen, but I did get a degree in sports psychology/training with a minor in business. 

After graduation I had to get a job in the real world. I still could live at home so I took a job at a popular national chain of fitness centers. I began helping people who wanted to lose weight and/or get in better shape. It was a fun job, but it seemed like almost all the men were just trying to hit on me. Basically I tuned all their stupid comments out, acted professionally, gave them advice and took their money. But one day a man offered me a proposition that changed my life. He wasn't there to work out. He said he was a rep for Nautilus and they were looking for model to work at a trade show the next month in Las Vegas. Of course I was skeptical. It wouldn't have been the first time a guy tried to pick me up with the model angle. But he told me to take is business card and contact Julie Simmons at their office. She would tell her how to apply and make the arrangements. After that he went to talk to one of the male trainers and I could tell he was making the same pitch.

The next day I called Julie. She was pleasant and asked me to mail in a headshot picture and a full body picture in my workout clothes. Since I already had those two shots in my portfolio I show perspective clients, this was not a problem. She explained that the trade show ran for 4 days. They put together a group of fitness professional to be working out on the equipment while the sales reps work the clients. I would be paid $200 per day plus they would pick up a hotel room and meal expenses. The pay was more than I made at the gym so I told her to count me in.

The show was grueling. I figured I'd get a little vacation out of the deal, but it was definitely work not play. My roommate Karen and I had to be at the convention center by 9am. The doors opened at 9:30 and the show ran until 5 each night. There were 20 models in all, 10 men and 10 women. At least 1 man and 1 woman were on the machines at any given time, although when it was busy up to 8 of us were working. Needless to say, I was tired at the end of the day. We tried to take in some of the nightlife, but we just didn't have the energy so it was early to bed and early to rise.

Still the show was a great experience and I was enjoying myself. The last day as the show was about to close and the booths were starting to be broken down, an older man, ok he was only about 40 but that seemed old to me at the time, introduced himself to me. I was a sweaty mess and could only think about getting back to the hotel for a shower. He said his name was Bill Lendowski. He asked about my background and whether I worked in a gym. My slimeball radar went into overdrive, but he persisted and explained that he managed a venture capital fund and was looking to invest in a fitness company. I still didn't quite believe him but since it was our last night I agreed to meet him in the bar after I freshened up. I probably should not have done that, but I was determined to have a little adventure in Vegas.

Back at the hotel I quickly showered and started getting dressed. I had brought a couple of sexy cocktail dresses to town but had not had the energy to wear them. What the hell, I figured. It's my last night in Vegas. I chose my classic black dress, it was short, but not too short and I quickly added thigh high black stocking and a black pair of pumps with about a 3" heel. Looking in the mirror I liked what I saw. Karen agreed to come to the bar as protection and off we went. Bill was waiting and wasn't surprised at all to see Karen with me. He ordered a round of drinks and we began to talk about the industry. It turned out Bill was serious about looking for investments. He obviously was also very interested in me. We talked for an hour and I began getting a little tipsy. Bill offered to take us to dinner and we let him. I was expecting Bill to make a move and try to get us to our room after dinner, but he was a perfect gentleman. Karen wanted to go dancing and Bill said he had a 9pm meeting with an investor so we parted ways.

Karen and I had fun at the club, but she ended up hooking up with a guy and left me hanging. I wasn't exactly mad, but I was disappointed. Walking back to my hotel I absentmindedly reached into my purse and found Bill's card. It was about 11:30, but I figured, what the hell. I called him and asked if he was interested in a nightcap. He asked where I was and 10 minutes later a limo pulled up and Bill opened the door. He said had been heading back to his condo when I called. I didn't realize he lived in Vegas. He said he didn't full time, but it kept it for tax purposes as there is no state income tax and because he comes to all the major trade shows anyway. 

I got into the car and didn't ask whether we were going. I just rode silently as we traversed the Strip. I was busy watching the lights and signs. All the way there I was having crazy thoughts. I'm not a prude by any means, but I wasn't sexually experienced either. The few boyfriend I had slept with were not great lovers and the only times I have been able to orgasm have been by my own hand. Now I was in a car with a man I had just met with no clue where he was taking me. As the bright lights of the Strip gave way to a dim, by comparison, side street, the limo pulled up to a high rise condo building. The driver opened Bill's door first and he got out. I waited in the back as the men walked around the car and the driver opened my door. Bill held out his hand taking mine gently and helping me out of the car. He was a perfect gentleman as he escorted me into the building. 

Once inside the door of his condo, we walked to a floor to ceiling window that overlooked the Strip. Bill wrapped his arms around me from behind. I could feel his warm breath on my neck as he began to kiss it and I shuddered. I took hold of his hands with mine as he continued to nibble on my neck. I felt his body press into mine and I began to melt. This man definitely knew way more than my previous boyfriend when it came to pleasing a woman. He gently pulled his hand free and softly drew them down from the shoulders to my hips.

"You are an incredibly beautiful woman Katya."

Nobody calls me Katya. Everybody used the playful nickname Kat instead. Hearing it as he was exploring my body made me feel like a woman. I felt Bill begin to reach around me again. I pushed back softly against his chest longing for his next touch. As I drew my hand in again to regrab his, I felt in left hand gentle, but firmly, take hold of both my hands and pull them together at my waist. Bill pulled his body back slightly and I felt the zipper on my dress begin to descend. I had never felt anything so erotic. Once my dress was loose, Bill used both hands to slide it off my shoulders until it fell to the floor. I was powerless to move under his touch and I felt him expertly remove my bra quickly followed by my panties. I was now naked in his condo except for my stockings and heels.

Bill's hands continued to explore my body. I was tingling as his fingers finally found my most sensitive spot. I was ready for him and he knew it. He pushed my forward until I was pressed up against the window and I heard his zipper drawing down and then his pants hit the floor. Reaching around me he took both my hands in his and raised them to shoulder level and pressed my palms against the glass. Instantly I understood he wanted me to leave them there as he slid his hands down my body to my hips and pulled my ass back forcing me to bend slightly. His left hand then began to explore my pussy. I was gushing in anticipation as his fingers began to probe my labia and rub my clit. I couldn't tell if he was stroking himself with his right hand, but soon I felt his cock beckoning for entrance to my womanhood.

I was completely awash in the eroticism of the moment. I had not seen his face since we entered his condo and now he was piercing my most protected spot while I stared at the city below. As I said before, he knew how to please a woman. As his thrusts became deeper and more forceful, he began to play with my clit with this left hand and tweak my nipples with his right. 

Earlier I mentioned that I wish my breasts were bigger, but what they lack in size, my nipples more than make up for in sensitivity. When I get excited my nipples get large, hard and manipulating them turns me on like nobody's business. In my room at night I can usually almost cum just from stimulating my nipples and now with Bill doing that for me while playing with my clit and savagely pounding my pussy from behind, I came for the first time with a man. It wasn't a little cum either. I began to howl like I have never done before. I was shaking and my arms could no longer support me as I began to collapse against the window. Quick as a flash Bill grabbed by hips to hold me up as he continued to pummel my defenseless pussy. Wave after wave of orgasm crashed over me. Soon my legs were giving out and I slid off his cock and down to the floor with my back against the window. I was out of breath and the only sound was the air escaping from my pussy.

Bill was staring at my limp form on the floor. His cock glistened with my juices as it stood out triumphantly. Bill began to move forward toward my limp body. He never said a word, but simply pulled my head to his cock and pushed it into my mouth. I had only sucked a few cocks in my life and never one that had just been in my pussy. My boyfriends had all been quick shooters. If fact I wondered why Bill had not cum. Bill held my head while he slowly slid his dick into and out of my mouth until I felt a shot of cum hit the back of my throat. My gag reflex kicked in and I jerked my head back just far enough to catch a mountainous load of cum straight in my face. Volley after volley coated my face and began to drip down off my chin and onto my chest. I've never seen a man come to much or so hard. I took it as a complement.

"You look gorgeous Katya with a face full of cum. You should do that often."

I smiled weakly. I didn't know how to respond. I sat on the floor for several minutes while Bill retrieved a towel and a robe. He said he was drawing a bath for me and that I was a wonderful lover. In my mind I questioned exactly what I did since he did all the work, but I said nothing. Bill helped me clean off my face and then helped me stand up. He put the robe on me and then escorted me to the bathroom and the waiting whirlpool tub. Bill continued to hold my hand as I settled into the tub. He then lit a candle and turned off the light promising to collect me in a little while. Basking in the glow of the best orgasm of my life, my pussy continued to pulse and I was definitely glad I decided to get into the limo.

Bill returned about half an hour later with two glasses of Champaign to toast our evening together. He had removed his shirt and I finally got a good look at his body. He definitely worked out and looked great for his age. His cock was beginning to stir again as he looked down on my naked form in the tub. After I drank the first glass of Champaign Bill moved next to the tub to refill my glass. Instead of grabbing the glass, I grabbed his cock and pulled him toward my mouth. I had never been a fan of giving head, mainly I think, because my previous partners had been slow to reciprocate. But with Bill is just seemed natural. He had given me so much pleasure I wanted to return the favor.

I ended up spending the night at Bill's condo. We made love in the morning. I say made love because the pace was less frantic and he spent a lot of time caressing me and even ate my pussy. He took his time once he penetrated me, missionary position this time. He used slow and gentle strokes of his cock to drive me into a frenzy. I had never met a man with such self control. At the end I was panting and begging him to switch gears and give it to me like last night. He just shook his head and continued his slow, methodical thrusts. Just when I thought I could take it anymore, Bill pulled out. Rocking onto his knees, he grabbed my hips and lifted me as if I was a rag doll. Bill rolled me over and I immediately pushed my ass up to greet him. Bill re-entered me with all the passion he had shown last night. The force drove my head into the pillow as he grabbed my hips and drove his cock deep inside me. He spread my ass cheeks exposing my virgin rosebud. I was afraid it was his intention to bury his magnificent cock up my ass, but I was too far gone to care. Over and over he pounded away at my pussy until a sweet orgasm overtook my body. As I was starting to shake and convulse, I felt his cock plop out of my pussy and almost immediately I felt the sticky splatter of his load hitting my ass and up my back.

I basked in the glow of another Bill induced orgasm, curling up in the rumpled sheets. I knew I had a plane to catch back to San Diego and I needed to shower and pick up my suitcases at my hotel, but I didn't want this moment to end. Bill also had a flight, back to his home near Chicago so he jumped in the shower first. By the time I was ready to get out of the bed he was done in the bathroom. After my shower I did my best to redress by I was definitely disheveled and I knew I looked like I had a wild night of sex. Bill had the limo drop me back at the hotel on his way to the airport. I gave him my cell phone number and told him to call. He gave me a kiss and was off. I wondered if I would ever see him again.

When I got back to the room Karen was packed and heading out.

"Holy cow, girl, you must have had fun last night," she exclaimed when she saw me.

"Yeah, I meet back up with Bill. He turned out to be a wild guy."

"Whatever happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, eh?"

"I don't ever pick up one-night stands, but it was great. Are you off to the airport?"

"My flight is in two hours."

"Can you give me 10 minutes and we can split a cab?"

"Sure. I'll meet you in the lobby."

Karen was off leaving me to quickly strip off my club clothes and stuff them in my suitcase. I slipped on a pair of jeans and a tank top, threw the rest of my clothes and bathroom bag in my luggage, tried to quickly tease her hair into some order and headed downstairs. Even though I had showered, I still felt dirty. Not my body, but my mind. I could still feel Bill's hands roaming over my flesh and the fact that I had not had time to primp this morning reminded me of my escapades every time I caught a glimpse of my reflection.

Karen asked for details while we shared the cab to the airport. I was vague as I didn't want her to think this was a normal thing for me. Her hookup didn't go well and she had returned to the hotel a little after 1am. She said she was surprised not to find me there and really surprised when I wasn't back when she woke up.

We parted ways at the terminal since her flight was leaving from a different building. I got myself checked in and through security with about 45 minutes to spare before boarding. As I sat at the boarding gate my mind drifted back to Bill's condo and our exploits. My pussy began to get moist and I briefly considered going to the bathroom to masturbate, but I managed to control my thoughts enough to make it onto the plane. The flight home was uneventful. I took a cab to my parent's house and thankfully they were not home so I was able to unpack and shower again without having to explain my appearance. That night in bed, I tossed and turned. I kept thinking about Bill and how empty my bed seemed without him there. I hoped he would call soon to sweep me off my feet again.

Several days passed without a phone call. While reaching for a credit card in my wallet, I came across the business card he had given me in Vegas. I stared at the card for about half an hour wondering if I should call him. I decided to give him one more day. The next day he didn't call and again I decided to give him one more day. I just couldn't bring myself to call him. A man that wealthy, good looking and skilled in the bedroom must have first choice of women and why would I ever be anything more than a notch on the bedpost.

After seriously bumming myself out with that thought, I had convinced myself that the whole Vegas trip had been a mistake never to be spoken of again. I decided to go down to the beach to clear my head. I changed into my smallest bikini, even if Bill didn't want me there were plenty of men who would, threw my cell phone, wallet and keys into my beach bag and headed out the door. I had not even made it to the end of the driveway when my phone rang. It was a 224 area code which I didn't recognize. I picked up the call and it was Bill. Immediately my heart melted and any animosity I felt toward him evaporated.

After some chit chat getting caught up, Bill told me that he was going to be Palm Springs, CA in two weeks for a financial seminar. It was going to be held at a swanky spa resort and he would very much like it if I came along. Of course I agreed immediately. Getting the time off from work wasn't a problem and two weeks later I was pulling my car into the resort. A porter took my bags and I wondered how he would know where they went, but instead of worrying I just walked into the lobby.


Kat's Story Ch. 01



I went to the registration desk and told them I was with Mr. Lendowski. The woman behind the counter gave me a smile and said they had been expecting me.

"Mr. Lendowski is playing golf. He left instructions for you to be escorted to the bungalow."

The woman handed a swipe card to the valet who had appeared with my bags and told him to take me to bungalow 112. The valet asked me to follow him and we departed the lobby through a side door to a waiting golf cart. He carefully loaded my bags onto the back and motioned for me to sit. While we drove to the room, he explained the spa has several remote locations accessible only by cart. Whenever I needed a ride, I should call the front desk. He said they were available 24/7, although sometimes at night it might take 10-15 minutes to show up.

I nodded but I was more interested in the desert beauty around me than his chatter. He explained that a brochure listing the spa services was located in the room and that as a bungalow guest; special accommodations would be made to fit my schedule. This was sounding good to me.

The valet parked in front of the bungalow and grabbed my bags. Looking around I noticed there were no other buildings visible. Talk about private. Walking inside I was struck by the size and opulence of the room. It was bigger than many houses. The valet explained there were two master suites, one at either end. On the patio there was a hot tub. There was a full kitchen and in-villa chefs were available for a more intimate dining experience. There was also a fireplace, although it was much too warm to worry about that, a formal dining room, a media room, an office and a rec room. I had never seen such a room at a hotel I had stayed in. I imagined the Vegas hotels had places like this, but not a golf/spa resort. I wondered how much this room rented for per night.

The valet handed me the brochure for the resort and repeated if there was anything I need I should contact the front desk and they would take care of me. I reached into my purse to get him a tip but he waved his hand.

"Not necessary mam. Your money is no good at this resort."

I wasn't sure exactly what he meant by that, but he quickly turned and left before I could question him. Finally alone, all I could do is walk around the room in awe. After I finished exploring the room and walking out on the patio to check out the hot tub and the view, I decided to check out the spa.

Picking up the brochure I started to look at all the spa services the resort offered. If there was anything missing I couldn't find it. I wasn't sure when Bill would be back so I figured scheduling a massage would be a good start. I called the number listed in the brochure and a pleasant woman picked up right away. No voicemail. A good start I thought. I asked about when I could get a message.

"Pick your time Miss Tekla. Our masseurs are available to you at your convenience."

Jokingly I said in about 20 minutes would be good fully expecting the woman to put me off. To my surprise, the woman quickly agreed. She asked if I preferred a man or a woman masseuse. I've had both and if I'm really tense I liked the strength of a man, but today I wanted a softer touch so I said a woman.

"Fine. Naomi will be at your bungalow in 20 minutes. You should find a robe in the bathroom closet. May I suggest a warm shower to prepare and if there is anything else you need, please do not hesitate to call us."

I had figured I would need to go to the spa, but having them come to me was even better. A quick shower before the massage did sound like a good plan so I took my bag into the bedroom. I quickly hung my clothes in the closet and put my folded clothes in the dresser. I then stripped of my traveling clothes, found the robe and prepared to jump into the shower. Then I remembered the hot tub so I walked back to the patio and opened the top. Throwing caution to the wind, I tossed my robe onto a patio chair and hopped into the hot tub. The warm soothing water felt great. I lost track of time and thought I heard a knock at the door, but I couldn't be sure. Reluctantly I got out of the hot tub I quickly toweled off and put on the robe.

Walking out of the bathroom I was surprised to find a blonde woman setting up a message table in the center of the main room.

"You must be Miss Tekla, I'm Naomi. I'm sorry I barged in like this but you didn't answer several knocks so I figured you were in the shower. I had to push back another massage to fit you in so I didn't want to wait."

"Don't worry about it Naomi. I'm glad you could fit me in."

After Naomi finished with the table she opened a bag with a small hot plate and several bottles of oils and lotions. While she was doing that, I was checking her out. She had a most amazing figure. I guessed her age to be about 29 and she obviously spent a lot of time in the gym. When she bent over, her shorts were stretched as tightly as I have ever seen across her butt. There was no fat anywhere to be seen. Her hair was platinum blonde and her arms and thighs had the look of a body builder. I guess my thought of a more gentle massage was probably out the window. What attracted my gaze most was her obviously enhanced chest. I don't know that I had ever been up close and personal to fake breasts as large as hers. I'd seen such creations in movies, but never a few feet in front of me. With her supplies setup, Namoi padded her table and told me to drop my robe and lie down.

Normally I am shy around people I don't know, but there was something in this powerful woman's tone which made me want to do what she asked. Shedding my robe I lay down on the table. She had me place my head through a padded opening at the top of the table. The pad allowed the weight of my head to be supported by my forehead allowing my neck to unload. She pulled my arms back along my sides and immediately went to work on my shoulders. She kept up a disarming pattern of small talk. I did my best, but against my better judgment her ministrations on my body were starting to arouse me. Suddenly she stopped, patted my butt and told me to roll over. I began doing that without stopping to think and realized to my horror, as I passed the point of no return, that my nipples were rock hard. Looking down my chest as I landed on my back, it seemed like my breasts were all nipple. Naomi started working my arms and shoulders from the front. She was acting professionally but every so often she would brush her arm against one of my nipples. We both pretended it didn't happen, but I knew she could sense me tense each time she did it. I also knew she seemed to be doing it more often. Soon my honey was flowing in my pussy and although I couldn't see it, I'm sure my labia were getting puffy. Mortified I realized that soon she would be able to smell my arousal. I wanted to escape, but her hands felt so good that I couldn't. 

Thinking back, obviously Naomi knew exactly what she was doing and the effect she was having on me. More than anything I wanted her to massage my breasts and tweak my nipples. But she didn't. She maintained her cool, professional exterior. Talking about this and that as if having a moaning woman with a leaky pussy and rock hard nipples on her table was a daily occurrence. Naomi worked her hands down my thighs and calves. She was looking directly up my body and there was no way she could miss the lake forming between my legs. But still she said nothing.

Once she finished with my calves, she patted my foot and told me to roll over again. I was completely undone, aroused by an Amazon and barely in control of my faculties. The world was a blur as I turned back over and once again put my face through the opening on the table. Naomi excused herself to get some oil. I closed my eyes and tried to think of anything but my smoldering pussy. I also heard a movement near her bag, but I dared not peek.

"I have a very special treatment for you Miss Tekla. If you trust me a little, I think you will love it."

I didn't respond. I didn't need to. I felt her wonderful hands begin to message my temples and then she gently lifted my head up out of the support ring and I felt her slide a blindfold over my eyes. Immediately I tensed and started to pull my hands up to remove the blindfold, but Naomi cooed into my ear to calm me down.

"Just relax miss. You are going love this."

She gently pushed on my shoulders and I gave in to her touch. My head slid back through the hole and I put my arms back in position. I heard a click and soothing music filled the room. I then felt warm oil being poured slowly down my back. I sensed Naomi move in front of me and then felt her muscular hands beginning to work the oil all over my shoulders and neck. I was still tense about the blindfold which she could sense.

"Give in to your senses. When one is restricted the others are heightened. Tune out all sounds but the music. Experience the relaxing touch of my hands and the warmth of the oil. Let yourself go."

Let myself go. That was the last thing I wanted to do. If I had my way I would have rolled over and jammed two fingers into my steaming pussy. I felt Naomi begin to work her hands down my back. As she did she had to stretch over my head. As she did, her wondrous breasts scraped across the back of my head. That had to be on purpose I imagined. My sense of touch and smell were kicking into overdrive. Naomi's crotch was now touching the front of the headrest as she worked up and down my back. There was a strong scent of womanly arousal in the room and I'm pretty sure not all of it was mine.

When Naomi couldn't reach any further, I could tell she stood up and I heard her move back around to the end of the table. I felt more oil being applied to the small of my back. Reflexively my butt shimmied as the warm oil contacted my skin. Next I heard the click of a latch being released. I turned out the bottom of the table was hinged and I soon felt my legs being spread apart. This was unlike any massage I'd ever had, but my body was too overheated to worry about any impropriety.

I felt Naomi take up position between my legs. I knew my ass and pussy were on full display and that the table would be wet from my juices, but still I felt compelled to lay still and play along. Naomi drew each of her hands simultaneous up each of my legs sending tingles the length of my body. When she reached the top of my thighs I wanted to scream for her to finger me. Instead I felt her begin to work the oil from the small of my back up and over my buttocks and down my legs. Over and over she began to squeeze by buttocks. There was no way she could possibly have missed the state I was in, but she continued to tease me and not give me relief.

Finally, when I was ready to give up and just start masturbating, Naomi slide one finger along my slit. I didn't tense up this time. I moaned. Naomi continued working the oil with her left hand while she began to rub my pussy with her right.

"This is what we call our special massage. It is reserved for very special guests and always has a happy ending."

With that she finally pushed two fingers into my sopping wet pussy. I arched my back and moaned again. Naomi slowly finger fucked me with her expert hands. I knew in my overheated state that an orgasm was imminent, but Naomi seemed dedicated to prolonging the wait. Pulling her fingers out, she pushed the thumb of her right hand inside me to quickly found the spongy tissue of my g-spot. Her index finger sought out my clit. She was taking me to a higher plane of sexual bliss than I knew existed. I was moaning constantly. She was applying just the right amount of pressure to keep me from coming yet continue to heat my body without restraint.

"I have another surprise for you. Lift your head out the headrest."

I lifted my head, although with the blindfold on I couldn't see anything. As I did, another powerful moan escaped passed my lips and I felt the head of a cock begin to push into my mouth. Instinctually I tried to shut my mouth and pull back. This was too much to handle. I began to push up off the table with my hands, but Naomi grabbed them. Without any leverage I fell back onto the table. Naomi took my hands and brought them together in the small of my back. I tried to bury my head in the headrest to protect myself, but another set of hands grabbed my neck and prevented my mouth's escape.

"Relax sugar. It's just your man back from golf. He's been watching since I blindfolded you. I guess he couldn't resist joining in."

I raised my head again with a questioning look from me eyes hidden by the blindfold.

"It's really me, Katya. God, I forgot how beautiful you are."

I smiled weakly. Naomi was still holding my hands with her left hand, but her right has resumed its torment of my pussy. I felt Bill's cock brush against my lips again. This time I took him somewhat willingly. He slowly fucked my mouth. There wasn't much I could do in my position to help bring him off quickly and I wondered if Naomi could keep me on the edge until we could cum together. I didn't have to think about that long.

"Damn, Kat." 

It was the first time he called me Kat.

"I've got to fuck you."

Bill plopped his cock out of my mouth and I felt Naomi pull her fingers away. Within about 10 seconds I felt Bill's cock enter me. Within 15 seconds I was thrashing about on the table as my orgasm consumed me. It was as good as my first one with Bill in Las Vegas or maybe even better. Bill stopped thrusting as I thrashed about. My own movements were generating all of the friction he needed. When my body finally stopped convulsing I felt him begin a slow and gentle rhythm. He would push his cock all the way in until I felt his skin touch mine and then slowly pull all the way out until the head of his cock was brushing my pussy lips. My soul was aglow with warmth as all of my pleasure neurons were firing. Soon I was moaning again and I knew I was building to another big climax.

Bill gave me a couple of quick hard thrusts.

"Is that what you want?"

He then switched back to his original slow maddening pace.

"Or is this better?"

I'm sure I was incoherent. I babbled something.

"Kat, I couldn't understand you. What was that you wanted?"

Again I mumbled a bit.

"Hard and fast. I'm going to cum again."

"Come on Kat. Tell me what you want. Loud and clear."

This time I had my voice back and I almost yelled.

"Fuck me you bastard. Rip me apart. Make me cum."

"That's better Kat."

Bill had me flip over onto my back and continued to slowly tease my pussy.

"There's only one more thing," he started saying.

"Naomi has to leave, but I don't have my wallet to give her a tip. Do you think you could handle that for me?"

"I don't understand. I don't have a wallet either?"

As I was speaking the words, the headrest dropped out from beneath me and I felt my neck bend downward. Once again my mouth was open in mid moan as Bill began to piston me hard and I felt Naomi push her wet pussy against my mouth. I didn't have time to protest or react. I had never tasted a pussy other than mine own. Naomi began to rock her hips across my face. I did my best to lick when I could. I didn't know exactly what to do, but she seemed content to rub herself against my face.

Bill was continuing to pummel me and I knew he would be cumming soon. I wondered if Naomi had removed her top or just her bottoms. Either way I was sure Bill was enjoying the show of having her ride my face to orgasm. I felt number 2 welling up inside of me and based on Bill's frenetic pace I assume he would pop soon too. Naomi seemed more reserved, but based on the amount of juices leaking from her pussy, I knew she was enjoying herself.

About a minute later I arched my back and began to climax again. It wasn't as all consuming as the first one, but it was pretty good none the less. As I began to scream out my pleasure, I felt Bill pull out and Naomi back away. I was beyond critical thought and the next thing I knew was Bill once again splattering my face with his seed. The room had gone silent. The CD was over; I was a quivering mess and all I could hear was Naomi's heavy breathing.

I continued to lie on the table trying to regain my strength. The first to speak was Naomi.

"Bill, be a dear and grab the vibrator out of my bag."

Her voice placed her body on the couch which faced the massage table. I heard the vibrator turn on, but quickly the sound became muffled replaced with Naomi's sounds of pleasure. I could feel the cum dripping off my face. Part of me was completely humiliated at being used by both of them and part of me wanted to watch Naomi get herself off. While she continued to work on her own pleasure, I felt Bill taking my hand and indicating I should get off the table. I stood on wobbly knees and I could tell he was leading me to the couch. The last few drops of his cum dripped off my face and landed on my breasts. My legs hit the edge of the couch and I put out my hand to find where I should sit. One of my hands hit Naomi's leg so I slid down next to her.

Although I could not see her, I could tell exactly what she was doing. How many times had I done that myself in the solitude of my bedroom? I felt her lean into me and she started kissing me. I wasn't sure what to do so I gingerly put my arms around her. She began to clean up all the cum which had soiled the blindfold and my face and then began to lick down my neck and to my breasts. Of course when she reached my nipples I knew I would start to get turned on again. I'm sure this was part of Bill's plan. Soon my moans were joining hers. I wondered how long she would hold out and whether I could cum again that soon. With Naomi working my nipples, I feverishly began to work my clit.

"Miss, there's something I've wanted to do since I first saw you. May I do it? It will really get me off." Naomi asked with the throaty, out of breath voice.

"I guess," I said.

I felt Naomi slide of the couch and then felt Naomi spreading my legs.

"Bill, fuck me with the vibrator while I eat out your lady."

I felt Naomi's hot mouth engulf my pussy. This too was a first and I quickly grabbed the back of my head and held on for dear life. I could feel her rocking forward and back so I assumed Bill was fulfilling her request. I then heard a slap and then another.

"Oh, God yes. Spank me you bastard. Spank me."

I wished I could see what was going on, but it never occurred to me to take off the blindfold. The spanking and the moaning continued. I was almost over the edge of climax three when Naomi finally came with a shriek. I felt her crumple to the floor. Of course I immediately went back to work on my own pussy.

Bill sat down next to me and placed my hand on his hardening cock.

"I think this will work better than your fingers. Climb aboard."

I wasn't about to skip that kind of invitation. I took a moment to get my bearings, but as quick as I could I buried his cock all the way inside of me for the second time. I put my arms around his neck and did my best cowgirl impersonation wildly bucking up and down and side to side. I began to have a quick series of mini-orgasms. Not the explosive ones from earlier, but little peaks which shot electricity through my body. I assumed these were precursors to another massive release, but it was not too be. All too quickly Bill lifted me off his dick. I sensed him standing up as I poised to take another load on my face or in my mouth.

But it was Naomi who received his baptism this time. I assume she was still on the floor coming down from her cum. I wondered if Bill took aim at her tits or whether her face was his target. Either way things calmed down quickly after that. I heard Naomi get up and start packing up. Once again Bill took my hand and had me stand up. Naomi walked over and gave me a big hug and a kiss and thanked me for allowing her to massage me. I didn't know what to say. Thanks for the freaky afternoon perhaps?




Kat's Story Ch. 01



Bill led me to the master bathroom and I heard him drawing a bath. Only after I had settled in the water did he remove the blindfold. I could still hear Naomi moving around the living room and Bill left briefly to help her with the table. I just lay back in the tub enjoying the soothing waters. Bill returned a few moments later with a big smile on his face.

"It's good to see you again Katya. Welcome to Palm Springs."



Kat's Story Ch. 02



That night Bill took me out to a gourmet dinner. My mind was still swimming from the events of the afternoon. I was both ashamed and excited by having my first lesbian encounter, but I didn't understand how Bill could share me so cavalierly with another person. We talked throughout dinner and back on the veranda of the villa about our histories, goals and desires. Bill had been married before. He explained that his ex-wife and he did not share the same sexual desires. He wanted sex all the time and didn't think monogamy was practical in a marriage. He traveled too much to be faithful and said there is a whole world of pleasure available to those who seek it out.

I told him that was just an excuse to fool around on your spouse. He said he understood how he had hurt his wife and that was why did didn't expect to ever get married again. He told me that in Vegas he had originally thought of me as a one night stand, but that he couldn't get me out of his head. For the first time since his wife left him two years ago, he wanted to see a woman again.

I was somewhat flattered, but I wondered why he would choose me. Certainly with his good looks and money he could have women far more beautiful than I at his beck and call. Bill explained that finding a woman to bed was easy. It had always been easy for him. He said he also saw something in me and my spirit. I seemed free and easy going, not just interested in him for his money. I had not looked at him as a long term partner so his money had not entered into my mind.

After talking long into the night, Bill said he understood if I wanted my own bedroom, but that he would be most happy if I joined him in his bed. I paused, making him think I was considering my options, before taking his hand and leading him to my bedroom. That night we made love. It wasn't the sweaty passionate mess that the afternoon with Naomi had been. Instead it was sweet and gentle. I didn't cum, but that really didn't bother me. I spent what was left of the night cuddled in Bill's arms. I wasn't sure where we were headed, but for a few hours, I felt safe and secure.

The next morning we showered together. Bill said he was playing golf at 11:15 and that I should go to the spa. I asked if I should ask for Naomi and he just chuckled. "Not all the massages end that way, but if you can schedule Raoul for a half an hour, he'll make you feel great."

Bill left at 10:45 for the pro shop and I hitched a ride to the spa. I spent the afternoon relaxing in a mud bath, seaweed and herbal wraps, luxuriating in a hot tub and sweating my butt of in a sauna. I could definitely get accustomed to this life, I thought. Bill said he would be back about 5 so at 4 I left the sauna and showered. My body felt more alive than I could remember. As I was leaving the spa I took another look at the services they offered and noticed Raoul was leading a Yoga class at 7. There were a few spots open so I signed myself up.

Feeling good, I walked back to the villa. I was almost there when Bill's golf cart pulled up. As he passed me he gave me a light swat on my tush. "Race you home," he exclaimed. I began to run after the cart, but it was futile. Bill easily won the race. As I reached the door, Bill was waiting for me. "I win, you owe me a blowjob."

"Oh, I do? I don't remember making this bet."

"We didn't bet I just want a blowjob."

Bill smiled a cute smile. I looked around and the area around the villa seemed as deserted as ever and I wanted to call Bill's bluff so I dropped to my knees in front of him and grabbed his zipper. I was expecting him to stop me and take me inside where I could change my mind. But he didn't stop me. By the time I reached his zipper I could tell his cock was getting hard in his pants. By the time his zipper was down, his dick sprung free dangling right in front of my face. It looked so tempting I simply took him in and began lovingly pleasing him. I could only imagine what if Bill had ordered room service and the delivery person arrived at that moment. Would Bill want to share me again? Did I want him to share me again? My pussy was starting to moisten as lewd thoughts began to flood my mind. I imagined myself under Bill's desk at his office. I was his loyal secretary helping him relax while he made high powered business calls. Or myself dressed in leather demanding his attention with the aid of a riding crop. Several other scenes from my fantasy life flew through my mind until I hear a grunt and then felt the splatter of a satisfied man.

"Wonderful, Kat, just wonderful."

Bill took my hand and helped me up. He then opened the door and escorted my inside. I made a beeline for the kitchen and a drink of water.

"I was planning to take you out to dinner again, my dear."

"Actually, I signed up for yoga with Raoul at 7."

"OK. How about a quick bite at the sports bar near the spa then. I'll wait for you there."

"Sounds like a plan."

Even though I had just showered at the spa, I felt dirty again having serviced Bill on the front porch. I took a quick shower and then looked through my clothes for something I could wear to yoga that would still be good for dinner in a sports bar. Bill came into my bedroom to check up on me and found me complaining that "I don't have a thing to wear."

"Well, dress for dinner and we'll pick up workout clothes for you at the spa."

That was an option I had not considered. The clothes they sell at the spa are the same type I would buy for myself but priced about 3 times more than they are worth. Bill and I heading back to the main complex. The sports bar didn't have much of a menu. Bill had a burger and I had a chicken Caesar salad. It was surprisingly good. We finished up at 6:45 with just enough time to buy some stretch pants and a tank top and by 7pm I was being introduced to Raoul.

I immediately understood why Bill thought I would like Raoul. He was young, virile, good looking and based on the lump under his white yoga pants, well endowed. There were 4 other women in the class. As Raoul led us through a series of stretches and positions, I could not get my mind off the crotch of his pants. He wasn't hard, but even soft, his cock seemed to dance against the fabric. I didn't know if it was my mind perceiving what I wanted to see or that he was teaching class commando. Glancing around I didn't notice any of the other women noticing his hypnotic penis. Maybe it was just me. 

As I struggled with a particular pose, Raoul came over to help. As he stretched over my body, his package near my face, I could smell his masculine scent. Trying not to be obvious yet still look up for a closer peek, I glanced up to his pants and could swear his cock was straining to say hello. My conscious mind knew he wasn't sporting a boner in my face, but unconsciously I could picture his manhood waving back and forth like a serpent dancing in front of me. Raoul now moved behind me and held my hips as he moved me into position. At that moment there was only one position I wanted him to move me in and that was pumping me with his hard cock. I tried to remain detached, but my lust was beginning to move into overdrive just as it had done with Naomi.

Fortunately before I lost all control the class ended. Raoul thanked everyone and everyone but me thanked him. I was just staring at him with lust in my eyes and I'm sure he noticed. As he headed into the men's locker room I thoughts of tearing off my clothes and following him. But instead I was a good girl and went into the ladies locker room for my third shower of the last 4 hours. I emerged refreshed and went back to the bar to find Bill. He was playing pool against some guy as the guy's wife watched. I sat down next to her as they finished their game. Bill was the first to speak.

"Let me introduce you to Kat. As you see, I was not lying about her beauty."

"No she is as beautiful as you said she was."

"So how about it? Winner takes all in the next game. Your lovely wife goes home with us if I win and Kat goes back to your room if I lose."

I was in shock. I looked to his wife for a reaction but she didn't seem fazed. I guess win or lose we would be together and that was good with her. For myself, however, I wasn't pleased at all. Glaring at Bill I took his arm and pulled him to the side.

"Look bastard, I don't know what game you're playing, but Raoul got me hot. You can either take me back to the room and fuck me or stay here with your friends and I'll fuck myself, but either way I'm going back to the room and getting satisfied. Got it?"

Bill looked at me and then turned back to the couple.

"Tonight's fun and games will have to wait. Will you be here tomorrow night?"

They assured Bill they would be and we turned to walk out. Bill wrapped his arm around me and then slid it down my back and gave my ass a squeeze.

"So Raoul turned you on did he? I'll have to thank him."

As we were walking out, Bill stopped at a courtesy phone.

"Hi, we need a ride back to our villa and tell Sam that my girlfriend really enjoyed Raoul's yoga class. In fact she would like a private class later tonight. OK? Thanks."

I wasn't paying close attention, but I did hear Bill refer to me as his girlfriend. This was a first. I also heard "private class" but missed the context. We walked out of the building to a waiting golf cart. Raoul was the driver.

"Good to see you again, miss."

Trying not to look shocked, I replied, "nice to see you, Raoul."

I looked back at Bill who was grinning like a cat who caught a bird. He winked at me and then said Raoul had graciously agreed to teach a private class at the villa. After yesterday I had no doubt what kind of class it would be. Bill wrapped his arm around me as we headed off from the main building and I found myself drawing closer to his chest and putting my arms around his waist as we drove through the hills and away from prying eyes. I was nervous, but excited. I wondered how many other women Bill had arranged a private class for or how many had received a special massage from Naomi. I wondered this, but never considered objecting. If Bill though there was a world of pleasure available for those willing to take it, I figured at least for these few days, I could be adventurous.

Arriving back at the villa, Bill escorted me to the door, with Raoul walking behind us. I put a little wiggle in my step to entice him. I didn't look back, but I hoped he was watching my ass and liked what he saw. I didn't have any clue as to how our hookup was going to happen so I figured I would let Bill take the lead. Once inside the door, Bill turned and headed into the kitchen while Raoul and I went into the living room. I tried to make small talk with him, but I could not hide my nervousness.

"So do you give many private classes?"

"No miss. Only for very special guests."

"I had a wonderful massage yesterday with Naomi. I hope your class will be even better."

I regretted saying that the moment the words left my mouth. I must have sounded like a total slut, but when I get nervous, I sometimes say the wrong thing while trying to sound cool. Either that or it was a Freudian slip. Either way Raoul didn't respond, he just flashed a knowing smile. Bill returned with a bottle of Champaign and three glasses. He popped the cork and gave us each a glass.

"To old friends and new acquaintances."

I took a sip, then a gulp. I've never been a huge fan of Champaign, but I figured a little bubbly to calm my nerves might help. Bill refilled my glass and I quickly made it go away. I then finished a third was beginning to feel much less nervous. The boys refilled their glasses and Bill emptied the bottle into mine. We then headed out onto the patio. We chatted while we each finished out Champaign. I was getting tingly all over from both the alcohol and the anticipation of what was to come.

I had wandered over to the edge of the patio and was staring up at the moon. It was full which unfortunately meant only a few stars were visible, but it was beautiful nonetheless. I felt motion behind me and then felt Bill wrapping his arms around me. I closed my eyes and leaned back into him.

Bill held me tightly and swayed slowly back and forth as if dancing to an inaudible band. I felt Bill's fingers begin to snap the buttons on my blouse. I pushed my head further into his shoulder. From the moment Raoul picked us up in the golf cart I knew I would soon be naked in front of him and now Bill was making sure it happened. I allowed Bill to slide off my blouse and wrapped my arms around myself pretending Bill was still holding me while I continued to sway to the same imaginary beat. I felt Bill slid his hands down my hips and soon my slacks were around my ankles. Finally I turned to face my man. He held my hand as I stepped out of my pants. Raoul was staring at me with a look that could have melted butter. His gaze was like a lustful laser boring into my soul. As I stepped out of my pants he advanced on me and dropped to his knees. In a flash, the waistband of my panties was in his teeth and descending down my legs. Bill in the meantime had taken up position behind me again and was holding me tight. Escape would have been impossible at this point. It's a good thing I didn't want to.

Bill maneuvered me over to the patio railing and told me to bend at the waist and grab the rails with my hands. As I did this, he pushed my feet apart with his foot. I was standing about 3 feet off the rail bent over at close to a 90 degree angle. Bill was running his hands up and down my back, over my butt and then up and down my legs. Each time his hands made the return journey up my inner thigh, he would pause to tease my labia. Of course this drove me wild and my arousal was clearly visible, both to the eye and to the tactile feel of his fingers. Bill called Raoul over and told him to feel how wet I had become. I felt one set of fingers, I think they were Bill's, spread my pussy lips while two other fingers penetrated me. I moaned.

The first fingers then released my lips and began to rub my clit. At the same time Bill's other hand, I confirmed who it was by looking backward, began to massage my nipples. Bill already knew how crazy that would make me and soon my rear was bouncing up and down, literally fucking Raoul's fingers. He stopped moving his hand as I began to hump him. Apparently he was enjoying the show I had begun to put on. As had happened the day before, my juices began to liberally flow down my thighs and I was becoming increasingly vocal about the pleasure they were giving me. 

Of course, as I had learned with Bill before, he likes to tease. I didn't see it, but I'm sure he gave a signal to Raoul who pulled is fingers out at the same time Bill stopped fondling my nipples and rubbing my clit. I gave him a very disapproving pout, but he just took my hand and began walking inside.

"Don't forget, you still have your yoga lesson. Your orgasm will have to wait."

I snapped back at him, "how about you two give each other hand jobs and I'll just go to my bedroom and finish what you started?"

"If that is what you want, although I think we'll skip the hand job part. I know you were lusting over Raoul at the gym. Don't you at least want to see his cock before you decide?"

Damn. He had me there. I was pissed that they stopped before I could cum, but I had been lusting at the package I perceived was hiding in his shorts. Bill knew I wouldn't turn him down.

"OK, then Romeo. Let's see this great cock of yours."

"We'll I don't know if I'm a Romeo, but I haven't had too many complaints cock-wise."

With that Raoul dropped his pants. His cock wasn't any bigger than Bill's, but it was thicker with a large head and appeared to be getting stiffer as I looked at it.

"OK, the two of you can stay," I said with a twinge of sarcasm, "What do you want me to do?"

"Why don't you open another bottle of Champaign while I see if the mats were delivered yet?"

I watched as Raoul walked back to the front door. He didn't seem concerned that he was pants less as he opened the door and walked outside. I was confused now, but I did as he suggested and went into the kitchen and retrieved another bottle. By the time I returned, Raoul was dragging two yoga mats into the villa. He asked Bill to move the living room cocktail table out of the way and set them up in front of the couch. After pouring three more glasses of bubbly and a toast to new experiences, Raoul had me move to the center of the mat. He and Bill sat on the couch.

I was facing them as Raoul had me begin to stretch as we had done during the earlier class. He was playing both the part of the teacher and the voyeur as he was clearly enjoying watching a naked woman follow his instructions. Bill stood up and removed his pants and underwear. He didn't seem fazed by sitting next to another pantsless man.

After the warm-up, Raoul stood. Finally I'm going to get some cock, I thought. Instead Raoul walked over to me and began instructing me on new stretching positions he had not covered during the class. He kept his hands in constant contact with my body, gently positioning me in increasingly sexual positions. His cock was growing harder as he manipulated my willing body. It kept brushing against me and it wasn't long before I knew all I wanted was to be pushed down and fucked hard. 

Raoul kept explaining stretching exercises design to increase sexual pleasure for both myself and my partner. I did my best to listen, but I was becoming increasingly distracted by my need for cock and the desire for both men to satisfy my lustful desires. I noticed Bill was also hard at this point. Surely he couldn't resist as tempting a morsel of fuck flesh as I had allowed myself to become.

Raoul began using his hands to tantalize me as well as direct my actions. He was now rubbing my ass and sliding his fingers over my pussy. I rutted back against him in an effort to force his fingers into me, but he deftly kept me denied. I'm sure he and Bill were enjoying getting me so hot and bothered, but seriously. I was ready to fuck. What were they waiting for?

Raoul positioned me on my hands and knees while facing Bill on the couch. Finally I thought. Jam your cock into me while I blow Bill. He began massaging both of my ass cheeks. I began rocking up and down to try and entice him. He then slid his right hand down and I felt a finger slide into my pussy. I looked up at Bill and told him enough was enough. I wanted cock now or I was going back to the sports bar to find someone who could satisfy me. I heard Raoul chuckle from behind me.

"She's got spirit. You are going to have to tame her if you're going to make this relationship work."

"Yeah right," I replied.

"I don't think that is in the cards right now, my friend," Bill admitted.

Raoul continued to slowly finger fuck me and massage my backside.

"Her ass is made for fucking. Have you had her there yet?"

I turned my head and shot him a look of disgust.

"I guess not. Honey you don't know what you're missing. Just ask Naomi. She'll tell you."

I was still angry. I had never tried anal sex. Didn't want to try anal sex and thought it was nasty. Raoul slid his now well lubricated finger out of my snatch while he used his other hand to spread my ass cheeks. He began to rub my virgin brown eye applying just enough pressure to find resistance.

"How about it girl? No time like the present."

To be honest, I felt a tinkle of nerves I had never felt before in a sexual way, but I wasn't just going to give in. I knew I didn't want either of their monster cocks in my tiny asshole and I also didn't want to be thought of as a girl who just gives up her ass when asked.

"Get your hand out of there," I said forcefully. Looking up at Bill for a sign of support, I saw him nod but I couldn't tell if it was a sign of agreement with me or Raoul.




Kat's Story Ch. 02



"Enough Raoul. She's not ready for that."

"Thank you honey for supporting me," I told him with a touch of mocking in my voice. Even as I was saying it I was secretly wishing he had sided with Raoul. I felt Raoul begin to slide his fingers back into my pussy. Two fingers this time while his other hand found my clit instead of my ass. This brought a moan from my lips.

"We had better make sure the neighbors don't hear anything," Bill said while standing from the couch. This was of course a joke as there were no neighbors and I had screamed my damn fool head off already in that room with Naomi. Of course Bill was just using that as an excuse to advance on me and push his cock into my mouth. I took him joyfully and at the same time felt Raoul remove his fingers. As I hoped, he quickly replaced them with a wonderfully thick and very hard cock. His first thrust almost knocked the breath from my lungs. As Raoul drove me forward, Bill's cock was forced deeper into my mouth. They quickly build a rhythm as they pistoned me between them.

Now this was the fucking I had been dreaming of. Bill seemed less concerned with cumming himself than with just using my mouth to stay hard. I assumed both men would shoot quickly but that wasn't the case. Raoul turned out to be a master cocksman varying the angle of his penetration continually and driving me crazy. I was well on my way to a major climax when I heard the men slap hands above me and yell "tag."

Instantly both men dismounted from me causing me to slump onto the mat. Bill took my hand and helped me stand. He then sat down on the couch himself.

"Reverse cowgirl," was all he said.

"Excuse me," I replied.

"Reverse cowgirl. Sit on my cock but face forward instead of toward me."

Raoul spun me around so I was facing him instead of Bill and the applied pressure on my shoulders until I grasped what they wanted. I impaled myself on Bill's fuckstick. He loved when I was on top of him, although I had always faced him before. Looking the other way was a new experience as Bill grabbed my ass and began controlling my thrusts. Raoul stepped in front of me and fed me his cock. The head was red and angry looking as I focused on it until the tip slid past my teeth. I lifted on hand to the base of his cock. It was large enough that I could give him a sloppy hand job while blowing the end. That seemed to spur him on. I knew my orgasm was about to crash down on me and I sensed that Raoul was in the same position. With my other hand a reached down and began to furiously manipulate my clit in hopes of taking myself over the edge.

Shortly thereafter I felt Raoul swell in my mouth and a second later felt the first salty splat of cum in the back of my mouth. My clit swelled in sympathy and a powerful orgasm shook me to the core. I'm sure Bill was enjoying the ride as I bounced on his cock spasaming through a powerful cum. Raoul pulled out and shot the last volley of his love juice on the side of my face. Apparently this was too much for Bill as he quickly rolled me off his cock, my pussy making a popping sound as he flipped me like a rag doll. Once again I collapsed onto the mat. Bill stood up and grabbed my hair. He pulled my face toward his cock. I took both my hands and wrapped them round my lover's cock and began to furiously stroke him. Within ten seconds I felt him tense and then release a monster facial onto your humble storyteller. He splattered my tits, my shoulders, my neck and finally my face. It was positively decadent. It was slutty. It was not how I was raised to behave. And I loved it.

I continued to kneel on the mat not sure of what happens next as Bill grabbed his cell phone. He said smile and I reflexively tilted my head and smiled. Only after he had taken the picture did I remember I was naked and covered in cum. Everything seemed so natural I had forgotten.

I wondered if that was the end of our "date" but Bill assured me it was not. He asked me to serve another round of drinks. I felt silly bringing the tray of drinks while dripping in cum, but if I could get them to fuck me again, I didn't care how I looked.

Bill and Raoul sipped their drinks then sat down on the couch again. I quickly downed my glass and then slid between them. I put my arms around both of them and spread my legs across their laps.

"So boys, what can we do now?" I said with a puppy dog innocence. Their cum was just starting to dry and I was wantonly exposing myself to them.

"Just give us a few minutes babe," Bill told me. 

I impatiently waited for almost a whole minute before I moved my arms from their position behind the boys and grabbed a cock with each hand. They were soft, but I was hoping that was not a pre-existing condition which would prevent me from another pounding. I felt Bill reach over and begin toying with my left nipple. It immediately reacted as it always does.

"Did you notice how sensitive her nipples are, Raoul? Bill asked.

Raoul began folding my right nipple. "Now that you mention it..."

I knew exactly where the nipple play was leading. I would end up hotter than I was before and if my two live sex toys couldn't get it up, I would have to resort with pleasuring myself. I increased the grip pressure on their cocks until they screamed out I was too tight. I backed off just a little but doubled the speed I was jacking them.

"Look boys. Teasing time is over for today. I'm ready for your cocks. Now be real men and get hard for me again."

I was usually more passive in bed, but I knew what I wanted and I wanted it now. I felt both men's cock stirring under my hands, but Raoul was first to come back to full attention.

"Sorry Bill, Raoul is ready first. How to you want me stud?"

My words surprised me. The slut show was definitely outside my comfort zone but I was imprinting new behaviors into my brain. I let go of Bill's cock as Raoul stood up, taking me with him. He waved for Bill to stand up too and then sat me back on the couch. Guiding me by the shoulders he slid me to the right armrest. He then spread my legs leaving my left one on the floor and my right one pressed against the backrest. My pussy was right at the edge of the cushion. I thought I would be too low for him, but he solved that issue by grabbing my butt and lifting me until he could slide into me without trouble. In this position, he felt bigger than when I was on top of him and I knew my satisfaction would soon be earned. Raoul looked into my eyes with fiery determination as he began to go to town on my defenseless pussy.

"Don't ever question my manhood bitch."

I expected Bill to correct his language, but he was silent. He was moving toward the side of the couch where my head was, his cock growing stronger with every pull of his hand. When I opened my mouth to voice opposition to Raoul's words, Bill once again silenced me with his flesh gag. I could taste the remnants of his jizz on my tongue and Raoul's insults were forgotten. Bill quickly grew to full staff and Raoul continued to bang away at me. My body was wracked by a series of mini-orgasms, similar to what I experienced in Bill's condo and I liked it.

The boys kept up this position for several more minutes. I tried to milk Raoul with my pussy, but his thrusts were too hard and tightening my pussy muscles only inflamed my own passions. I started to shudder as my ultimate release began to well up inside of me. I was sure I would cum soon and once again that would trigger the boys to unleash their sticky love. I knew Bill lasted longer the second time around, but I wasn't sure about Raoul. His cock was definitely working its magic and I was sure I would explode any second when once again I heard a hand clap and the word "tag." Damn, not now, I thought.

I felt the boys begin to move to switch ends, only this time Bill pulled me down to the mat and onto my back. He knelt between my legs and took an ankle in each hand. He began to lift and spread my legs until they were at 90 degrees to the ground. At this point he handed them off to Raoul who had taken up position above my head.

"This is a very important stretch for you to work on," Raoul said as he began to pull my legs further back.

"I know girls who can lock their feet behind their heads. I'll give you exercises to take home with you to work on this."

I felt the muscles in my legs begin to strain as my knees began to reach my chest. At this time, Bill got into a pushup position and began to penetrate me. My pussy was stretched tight and he struggled to push his girth all the way inside. My lust was boiling over and almost immediately the mini-cums returned. Raoul, his knees on either side of my head now, slumped down until his balls were resting on my lips. His scent was manly and intoxicating. The sweet smell of man sweat filled my nostrils as his salty testicles rode my lips. After allowing myself the pleasure of his aroma, I opened my mouth and began sucking on his balls. 

Bill was hammering away at my pussy while I tried to gingerly give Raoul a nut suck and he continued to pull my legs closer to my chest as he could. My mini-cums were building in frequency and I knew nothing could stop my orgasm now. Even if they tagged out I was so close I would just strum my clit two or three times and find the relief I sought. I humped my ass upward to try and get just a little more indirect pressure on my clit. It worked and I was rewarded with an even stronger orgasm than my first one. Bill seemed to enjoy my spamming cunt too as he quickly pulled his cock out, grabbed it with his right hand and took aim at my prone body. Raoul must have been prepared for this because he immediately dropped my ankles, pulled his balls from my mouth and grabbed my head with his hands. Just as Bill began to spray his second load, Raoul lifted my head into target range as Bill's second load of spooge sailed through the air and onto my chin. Granted he didn't have much goo left, but what he did have traveled at great velocity onto my chin and tits.

As Bill growled triumphantly, Raoul dropped my head and began to furiously stroke himself. I watch with longing eyes as the cock above my head was sure to spill its happy load in moments. Raoul really didn't shoot. With a grunt, a final shake and closed eyes of satisfaction, Raoul's cock dribbled a salty treat directly onto my lips and then into my open mouth. He too shook in triumph as he milked the last bit of cum from his now deflating cock. He and Bill were spent, but as the last cum passed my lips, I felt a surge of energy. My hand found my clit and I began working it with the vengeance of a post-pubescent boy first learning the joy of masturbation. With my right hand working my joy button, I began to twiddle my nipples with my left. My howls of passion echoed off the walls. I vaguely remember Bill and Raoul standing up but I didn't care. One last orgasm was my only goal. I strummed, pinched and prodded myself oblivious to my surroundings until I became consumed by my own passions rolling from side to side as the final monster climax coursed through my veins and I screamed in ecstasy.

I slumped spread eagled on the floor enjoying the aftershocks and glow of thousands of turned on nerve endings. As I began to calm down I had an attack of the giggles. Never before had sex been so satisfying. Finally, a good two minutes after the first wave of satisfaction had crashed over me, did I open my eyes and begin to reconnect with my surrounding. Both men were hovering over me. Dumb shit eating grins were the order of the day for both of them. Once again Bill had his phone over me. Low-res video this time instead of still pictures. 

"A souvenir of the day to remind me of you when we're apart." 

I'm sure I would have objected to both the video and the pictures if I was thinking rationally, but at the time it just seemed sweet. I watched Raoul walk into the bathroom and then heard the shower running. Bill sat down next to me and started running his fingers through the pools of cum on my body. Three weeks ago I would have thought that was sick, but now it seemed like a natural way to express affection. Every time I did something slutty it seemed natural after it was over. Bill was definitely bringing out a side of me I didn't know existed. I still wasn't sure I wanted to know, or admit to knowing, that side of me existed, but as tiny post orgasmic shocks continued to flow through me, I couldn't deny the pleasure he had brought.

The cum had largely dried by the time Raoul returned from his shower. Bill helped me up to the coach. My legs were still too wobbly to stand. Bill said he would draw a bath for me and walked out of the room. Raoul pulled his shirt on and started to fold up the mats.

"Damn, we sure made a mess of these. I'll have Naomi clean them."

I just sighed. Why shouldn't she know what they did?

Raoul folded the mats and then grabbed his pants. He slipped them on but didn't button them. Walking over to me he pointed his flaccid cock at my mouth and said, "Kiss it and say thank you for the fucking."

I looked up at him then bent forward and gave him a strong tight kiss on the head of his cock. As I began to pull away, he slapped his cock against my face.

"Did you forget something slut?"

I looked up at him again with confusion. He responded my slapping my face with his cock again. Suddenly everything clicked. I kissed it again and said "thank you for the fucking." Raoul buttoned his pants and turned away just as Bill was entering the room. He helped Raoul carry the mats out to the cart and they said their goodbyes. Bill then returned and picked me up in his arms.

"I'm very proud of you. You performed spectacularly."

"Thank you my love. You were wonderful too."

Bill looked at me with questioning eyes. I realized what I just said. I certainly wasn't meaning to use the word love with him and I hoped he would let it drop assuming it was just post-sex girl talk. He carried me to the waiting bathtub and gently set me into the soothing warm waters. He got two wash cloths. The first he soaked in the hot water, folded it over and placed it on my forehead and covered my eyes. The second he used to clean the dried cum covering my face and body. He was gentle and caring. A real dichotomy from the animal passions exhibited just moments before. As he pampered me he explained that he was starting to feel romantic thoughts about me too, but as he said before, monogamy was not on his agenda, although he was finding he cared about me more and more, I shouldn't think our relationship would suddenly be transformed into a traditional boyfriend/girlfriend situation. If I was looking for exclusivity, I needed to look elsewhere.

Of course, prior to Bill I had always assumed relationships had to be exclusive. But all my friends seemed to eventually cheat on their partner so maybe that wasn't natural. Maybe Bill was onto something. I remained silent preferring to bask in the continuing glow of the evening. But in the back of my mind, the thoughts of us being together began to take hold.



Kat's Story Ch. 03



That night Bill and I again cuddled in the bed. Even if our relationship wasn't traditional, I still felt safe in his arms. We fell asleep in that position and I was happy and content. Early in the morning as the sunlight was just beginning to stream through a break in the curtains, I felt Bill's hands begin roaming over my body. It was our last scheduled day at the resort and I wondered if he had anything special planned. My body warmed to his touch and we made gentle passionate love. He then ordered in breakfast and we jumped into the shower together.

We here just finishing our shower when I heard room service knock on the door. Throwing a terrycloth robe over my naked and still damp body, I ran to the door to let the waiter in. I had him push the cart onto the patio where Bill and I ate breakfast. While outside I playfully untied the sash of the robe and flashed him a look at my breasts. I closed the robe again, but did not tie it. Bill slid his chair next to mine and told me not to make promises I wasn't prepared to keep.

"Maybe I am prepared to keep that promise," I replied.

Bill took a strawberry and dipped it in a bowl of whipped cream. He held the strawberry in front of me and I licked my lips. With his other hand, he casually spread open my robe and then touched the tip of the strawberry to both my nipples. The cool cream stuck to my hardening nipples and I took a deep breath. Bill then brought the strawberry to my lips where I did my best porn star impersonation trying to look as erotic as possible when taking a bite of it.

Bill then reached down and began sliding his fingers over my pussy. I spread my legs to give him better access, but he seemed content to tease me. He asked if there was anything I wanted to do on our last day. I responded by arching my hips pushing my pussy against his hand.

"We can do that later. Let's not waste the day."

I told him I would like to get out and explore the area. He suggested a walk through town followed by a hike in the desert. There was a state park not too far away which had some interesting hiking trails. I told him that sounded like fun. We finished breakfast with Bill reaching over and fondling me just often enough to keep me hot and bothered. I was trying to figure out what sexual pleasure to offer him so we could have a quickie before we left when Bill told me to wait there while he got something out of his suitcase.

The sun was shining bright on the patio now and I felt exhilarated as the warm air contacted my nearly naked flesh. I didn't mind waiting, although my pussy definitely needed attention so I absentmindedly dropped my hand to my kitty cat and began sensually rubbing my clit. I was lost in my own world as Bill returned carrying what looked like a small jewelry box. This caught me off guard and I quickly pulled my hand away from my slit.

"Don't stop on my account Kat. I just wanted to give you something to make the hike more enjoyable."

I looked at him with intrigue. Obviously the box did not contain jewelry since that would not affect the hike. He slid the box over to me and I opened it. Inside were two small metal balls, maybe three quarters of an inch across. I didn't know what they were for and Bill could tell I was confused.

"They're Ben Wa balls," Bill said as if I should know what that meant.

"What are they for?"

"Pleasure. You put them in your pussy."

"What do they do?

"Nothing by themselves. But when you walk around they move with you and stimulate your nerve endings in a very happy way."

"So you expect me to go hiking with these things inside me?"

"Trust me. By the time we get back this afternoon, you'll be ready for another marathon fuck fest."

That sounded good to me, although I didn't think I would need the balls for that. But I was game. Bill had not steered me wrong yet. I excused myself to get dressed and stood up. As I moved toward the patio door, Bill picked up the box and waved it in my direction. I turned back and took the box from him then walked into my bedroom.

I sat down on the edge of the bed and opened the box again. I didn't understand how these two hunks of metal would be pleasurable, but I'd come this far so out they came. As I held them in my hands I was immediately struck by how heavy they were. I would have to wear a tight pair of panties to make sure they didn't fall out. Looking through my suitcase, I found a sheer red thong that I decided would work perfectly. I slid the thong up past my knees and stopped just short of my pussy. I wasn't sure exactly how to do the insertion, so I lay back down on the bed and spread my legs. Picking up the first ball I rolled it around in my hand. It felt cool to the touch and I wanted it warm so I popped it into my mouth. I knew my pussy was wet from exposing myself on the patio, but I wanted to be sure the ball would slide in easily so I made sure to glob a healthy amount of saliva onto it as well. Taking the ball from my mouth, I figured it was then or never. So I slide the ball down to my pussy and quickly inside of me. I guess I was expected some kind of sensation, but except for just knowing it was there, I felt nothing. What a bust I thought. Bill has finally struck out.

Just to be sure I repeated the process with the second ball. Nothing. Of well, if it makes him horny enough to fuck me later, I'm good with this," I said to myself. I pulled up my thong making sure it nestled tightly over my pussy lips and pulled the back up securing it between the cheeks of my ass. "At least they can't escape now," I thought.

I rocked myself off the bed to go find a shirt and some shorts. Immediately I felt the balls stir as I took my first step. The sensation wasn't one I was accustomed to. I didn't classify it as pleasure, but I definitely knew something was happening. I took a couple more experimental steps. Yup, something was happening south of the border. Even if my brain wasn't consciously sure what was going on, subconsciously my body was starting to respond. I knew my pussy was starting to lubricate more and I could see in the mirror my nipples were getting hard.

"Come on hon, let's get going," I heard Bill call from the living room.

I quickly picked a white cotton blouse, a white bra, white tennis socks and cute red shorts to complete my ensemble. Walking into the living room I definitely had an extra spring in my step. Walking up to Bill I stood on my tiptoes and gave him a peck on the cheek. "Let's go."

Bill had already called down for a shuttle ride so we only had to wait about a minute before the cart arrived to take us back to Bill's car. The drive to town was short and we spent the morning wondering through the shops, art galleries and the historical museum. All the while Bill and I talked about the future and what each of us was looking for. The diabolical balls were working their magic. My nipples had been hard since the bedroom and I could feel the wetness seeping past the edges of my thong. I told Bill I wasn't going to make back to the room. I was going to need him soon. He just smiled and I knew he had some evil plan in store for me.

Unfortunately, his cell phone rang. Of course I only heard his side of the conversation, but it was obvious some deal was in big trouble. The call ended with Bill saying he would be there as fast as he could. Our day was over.

"Kat, I am so sorry, but I need to get back to Chicago as soon as I can. One of our deals is falling apart and one of our rivals is trying to steal the company out from under us. I need to get back to the airport."

We drove back to the resort. Bill said since the room was our until tomorrow that I should stay another day and relax. I was mad at him because I didn't need to relax. I needed cock. If it wasn't going to be his maybe I could hook up with Raoul again or really any guy I could find in the bar. This was the first time I had been spurned like this by a man, but Bill promised to make it up to me. He said he had a meeting in Miami in two weeks to discuss the fitness company investment we had talked about in Vegas and I should come. I declined, mainly because I was pissed, but he insisted and said he would make plane reservations for me. First class on the company expense account with no strings attached. He'd put me down as a "consultant" on the trip. I still didn't commit. If he was leaving I wanted him to go so I could scratch the itch in my pussy.

The moment he was out the door of the villa I pulled off my shorts and thong then fished those damn balls out of my pussy. They were coated with my juices and looked disgusting. I sat down on the couch, spread my legs and plunged three fingers into my pussy. It only took a few strokes until I started spasming. My orgasm was quick and definitely unfulfilling. I'd been so horny from those balls that I came too quickly before real satisfaction could be built up. I needed a man.

I left the slimy balls and soaking thong on the table and quickly slipped my shorts back on. I checked my hair in the mirror, a little frazzled but ok, and called for a ride back to the lodge. Raoul had better be working was all I could think of. A cute boy named Kurt, I think, drove me back to the lodge. I could tell he was checking me out on the drive over. I was ready to tell him to turn around and take him back to the villa, but I sensed he probably would not know how to satisfy me so I just let him look.

I went to the spa. Naomi was working at the desk and smiled at me.

"So how did your lesson go last night?"

Obviously she knew what our lesson entailed, but I wasn't sure if she knew the details or just the outline.

"It was great. Raoul is a wonderful teacher."

"He is that. He has taught me many wonderful positions and things."

I had no doubt she was talking about sex.

"Is he around. I have some questions about some of the positions we worked on last night."

I was pretty sure she knew that was what I was talking about too.

"He just started a class. He'll be done in an hour. Can I help?"

I looked at her and the spell she put me under during the massage began to come back.

"You know, I think you can."

"Let me get someone to cover the desk. I know just what you need."

Naomi made a call and then put up a sign that said back in 5 minutes. I hoped she meant her replacement would be there by then and not that she could only give me 5 minutes. Even horny as hell I would need more than that. Naomi led me back past the yoga studio and her message studio. I saw Raoul through the window in the door. He was wearing the same pants that drove me wild. I'm sure the rest of his students were feeling it too. He turned his head toward the door just as I was passing, but I'm not sure if he saw me.

Naomi led me to a storage room just past her studio. Unlocking the door she ushered me inside. She flipped on the light and then locked the door behind her.

"We won't be bothered here. This is where I come when I need some personal relaxation."

I looked around the room. There were a number of storage cabinets, yoga mats, message tables, some robes, towels, a padded bench and a large whole wall mirror like you would find in a dance studio. I wondered if that was what the room originally was. In one corner were the mats Raoul had defiled me on last night.

"Strip off those clothes and have a seat on the bench."

Naomi had not made a move to remove her clothes but was unlocking one of the cabinets. I hesitated. I was ready to fuck. That wasn't a problem. But I felt uncomfortable locked in a room where I was the only one getting naked.

"So what was your favorite part of last night?"

I started to relax a bit. Talking about what Raoul and Bill did to me was liberating in a way. Naomi wasn't judgmental and explained she had been with both of them several times. Naomi explained that she was a nymphomaniac who had to have sex at least 5 times per day or she'd go crazy. 

"I don't remember when it started, but if I don't cum every few hours, I go insane."

I watched as she opened the cabinet. The inside looked like a display case for an adult toy shop. There was a shelf of dildos, arranged by size, and another one for vibrators with what looked like a box of batteries. I started stripping out of my clothes and walking toward the cabinet. The next shelf down had a pair of leather cuffs, a blindfold, a paddle and a ball gag. Not only was Naomi well stocked, she was neat and orderly. The next shelf down had a riding crop, some clamps, something with wires and a spool of rope. Finally in the bottom of the cabinet were a pair of leather boots with a spiked heel I guessed to be about 4 inches tall.

"You are remarkable well equipped."

"Like I said, I need sex every couple of hours. I schedule myself half an hour between massages so I can get myself off. I find it very arousing to message people so when I'm done, I come in here and fuck myself silly. So what's your pleasure?"

I wasn't sure how to answer that. I didn't want to seem naive and pick just a simple dildo, but I also wasn't sure how all the different nubs and attachments on the vibrators worked. I decided to just go with the truth.

"Bill had me walking around with these balls inside of me. I fingered myself in the villa but it wasn't enough. I need to get fucked."

"Oh, how juicy. I've got just the thing. It's a two part special treatment."

Naomi turned to the cabinet and grabbed what she later told me was a "rabbit" vibrator. She dipped two fingers into my pussy to scoop up enough fluid to coat the tip. Then she turned it on. The head started rotating and an extension I soon found out was for my clit started buzzing. Once again Naomi told me to lie on the bench and this time I complied. Naomi used her left hand to part my lips and slowly slide my new friend inside of me. That was much better than my fingers. Naomi took my hand and pressed it on the end of the vibrator.

"Have fun. This room was a dance studio originally so it's pretty well soundproofed so don't worry about noise."

As I started to work the toy around my boiling pot of love, I watched as she starting taking off her clothes. She really was beautiful and having her there wasn't hurting my arousal. I watched as she pulled something from the back of the cabinet I hadn't seen before. It was a harness with a generously sized strap-on dildo attached to it. I wondered if I was going to be the fucker or the fuckee. My clit was buzzing with the attention the rabbit was giving it and I knew I was going to cum again soon. I was watching Naomi with lust in my eyes as she held the imitation cock up for inspection.

"I'd rather have a real one, but at least this one doesn't go soft. It even pleases the wearer."

Naomi turned the harness to show a small dildo and clit teaser on the inside. I was pumping the rabbit in and out of my pussy as I watched the beautiful woman in front of me step into the harness. She carefully inserted the inner dildo into her own pussy and then tightened up the straps. Naomi wagged the cock like a weapon and walked back toward the bench. I though sure that dildo was going to end up in my mouth, but she walked passed me. I was on the edge of a much more satisfying orgasm when I tilted my head to see where she went. She was retrieving one of the mats we had used the night before.

"Raoul told me to clean this mat. Said a client made a mess on it last night. Since it was your mess, I don't see a problem adding to it. Get on your back."

Naomi's tone left no doubt that I should follow her instructions. I pulled the rabbit out of my pussy, turned it off and lay down on the mat. In a flash, Naomi was on top of me like a guy at junior prom in the back seat of his dad's car. She didn't employ and foreplay. She didn't need to. I was ready and I wrapped my arms around her neck and screamed "YES" as she penetrated me. I hoped she wasn't lying about the soundproofing because she fucked me longer and harder than any man ever had. I came three times before she finally got herself off and rolled off of me.

"That was incredible, Naomi."

"You're welcome. But I'm not done yet. I need some payback."

"Anything you want."

Payback started with her taking off the strap-on and pulling over an office chair. She sat down and positioned her legs over the arms. She simply pointed at her pussy. I dove right in doing my best to eat her to a satisfying orgasm. I must have been doing well because she came for a second time pretty quick. I wondered if we were done.

"Thank you Kat. I needed that."

Naomi handed me a much needed towel to wipe down my sweat. 

"So you never told me what you think of Raoul?"

"Well, he's good, obviously. But he wanted to fuck my ass and that's nasty."

"So you're still an anal virgin?"

"Yes." I didn't see anything wrong with that but Naomi's tone was one of disbelief.

"Girl, you've never cum until you master anal sex and the g-spot vibrator at the same time. It's a rocket ship."

I must have looked confused.

"I know. You think your ass could never fit a cock and it's dirty. But it is also loaded with nerve endings. I was skeptical at first too, but now I love it up my ass."

"But how could you?"

"It does take some practice. I wouldn't recommend taking somebody Raoul or Bill's size the first time. But I can show you."

I must admit I was intrigued. Naomi went on to explain that at first she didn't really like it, but her boyfriend did so she allowed him access. As she put it, "as I got looser in the ass and the pain decreased, I started to find it immensely pleasurable. As he would fuck me I would hold a vibrator on my clit and have some great orgasms. Usually after I came he would blast off inside me pretty quick, OK sometimes it was before I came, and that would send me over the top again. One time however, he didn't come. I don't know what inspired him that night, but my pussy was tingling like it never had before. I took the vibrator and instead of just using it on my clit, I slid it into my pussy at full power. I was fucking myself while he drilled my ass. I could tell he was finally going to cum and for the first time I must have hit my g-spot at that exact moment because I lost it."

"What do you mean you lost it."

"I squirted. My body tensed like I was having a full body cramp and I sprayed him with cum."

"What happened next?"

"Well he was repulsed. It was weird. He didn't mind being in my ass but when I ejaculated it freaked him out. He pulled out of my ass while I was still buzzing from the biggest orgasm of my life. He may have been disgusted, but that didn't stop him from tugging his cock a few times and then shooting over me. I guess he thought he should show me how it was done. He then grabbed his clothes, walked into the bathroom to clean up and then walked out of my life."

"He sounds like a real tool."

"Yes, he was. But it's his loss because I grew up, learned how to make myself cum like that and like I said, became a nympho."

I was staring at Naomi partially in disbelief and partially in awe. She certainly was completely at ease with her sexuality, but at the same time, I couldn't imagine sharing that kind of story with anybody.

"Look Kat. Anal is not for everyone, but it is for some. I only get into after a couple of orgasms. Give me one more and then I'll be ready to show you. You can then decide if it's something for you. Deal?"

I didn't see much of a downside to the offer, unless the prospect of getting her off again was a negative.

"OK, I'm in. What should I do."

"Just let me look at your beautiful body. I'll do the rest."

Naomi went back to the cabinet and pulled out a smaller vibrator with a curved tip.

"I've learned exactly where to find my g-spot since then and this baby always does the trick."

She also picked up the harness and swapped dildos to a slightly narrower one. She then helped me put on the harness and again told me to lie down on the mat. Pretence was abandoned. This was primal. She mounted the dildo wiggling her hips until she settled with it buried to the hilt.




Kat's Story Ch. 03



"Ready?"

What was to be ready for. She said she was going to do all the work? Naomi rode that dildo like a woman possessed. She pounded herself up and down the dildo, continually driving the nub into my own pussy. She rode me harder than I ever rode a guy before. Her hair flowing in a tangled mess across her face, she managed to maintain eye contact with me until the very end when she threw her head back and howled. It was a strange and erotic show to see a woman climax that up close and personal on top of you. I knew the image of her face in pure ecstasy would haunt my dreams but I didn't care. Naomi started to dismount.

"Stay there lover. That was the warm-up."

I didn't know if I could take any more let alone imagine how she could. Naomi bounded over to the cabinet and grabbed a bottle of lube. I looked at the dildo which was glistening with her juices and wondered by she needed more, but since she was the expert, I didn't question it. Naomi coated the dildo with a generous amount of lube and then took her position above me. I got a front row view of the dildo penetrating her ass. She went slow allowing her ass to stretch and accommodate the invader, but soon she had the dildo all the way in. Next she held the vibrator in front of her and turned it on. Slipping it into her pussy she moved it around until she found the right position. She then started bouncing up and down on the dildo. Her passion sounds were unlike anything I had heard before. Her facial expression and moaning were almost non-human. She was obviously in a different place and I was only along as a conduit for her ride.

She was furiously pounding herself with the dildo while trying to hold the vibrator tight on her magic spot. I wanted to help, but I didn't think there was anything I could do. Right then two things happened. First I heard the lock in the door being opened. As the door opened throwing additional light on the moaning, sweating pair of women in a storeroom, I saw Naomi's eyes open in recognition of the third party. I couldn't turn my head so see who busted us. Then it happened.

Naomi's eyes closed again and she arched her back as her whole body tensed. She was right, this was going to be a big one. What I wasn't expecting was the sheer flood of her juices spraying from her pussy. I knew she had told me she had done that, but somehow I didn't believe her. My torso and face took a direct hit. I was wetter than any facial I had ever received as Naomi continued to convulse on top of me. That must have been quite a sight for our voyeur. When he spoke I recognized the voice.

"Naomi, you are in so much trouble. You know you don't have permission to cum today. You are going to have to be punished."

Raoul didn't sound mad, but I got the distinct impress that he wasn't kidding either.



Kat's Story Ch. 04



I watched in amazement as Raoul grabbed a stool from the corner of the storeroom, walked to the center of the room next to the mats we had just fucked on, sat down and saw Naomi submissively laid herself over his lap. Immediately he started to spank her. She didn't make a sound. The only thing I heard was the echo of his slaps bouncing off the walls. As he turned her ass into a bright red platter, I thought I saw a tear run down from her eye, but still she didn't say a word or scream in pain.

After Raoul was satisfied with his spanking, he told her to get on her hands and knees on the mat. I was still sitting on the mat having been too shocked and too interested in the proceedings to move. Raoul stood up. I could clearly see the outline of his hard penis in his pants. The sick bastard is enjoying this I thought. Raoul walked over to Naomi's cabinet and returned with a paddle and the cuffs. 

"Kat would you like to help me with this part?"

I didn't know what the next part was, but I nodded anyway.

"Good. Pull Naomi's hands behind her back and cuff them there."

I looked for a sign of approval from Naomi. She let her head drop to the mat and placed her hands behind her back. She's obviously OK with this, I thought, so what the hell. I cinched the cuffs onto her wrists.

"If you want to feel how hot her ass is, go ahead."

Having never been spanked as an adult or seen anyone spanked I did want to know, so I tentatively touched her.

"Come on Kat. We're all friends here. Really touch it."

I applied more pressure and Naomi began to rock her ass slightly.

"She she likes it Kat. If you're not convinced, check her pussy."

I did and it was clear that she did enjoy being spanked.

"It's time for the paddle. How many times did you cum today slut."

I almost answered him for myself, but Naomi lifted her head slightly and said 8. Holy shit. 8 cums today. That means she was busy before I got there.

"8 illegal orgasms. I think 40 whacks with the paddle are appropriate. Five for each one sounds fair to me. Kat, she's going to be a little louder this time and we don't want anyone to hear anything. Be a dear and sit down in front of her so she can eat you while she gets her punishment. She'll be quieter if your pussy can muffle the sound."

I was ready to cum again so I didn't need to be asked twice. Raoul explained that Naomi was required to count the strikes of the paddle and if she failed to do so, he would have to start over. He told me to hold her head up and slide my pussy under her mouth. If she wasn't performing to my satisfaction I should signal him and he would devise another incentive. I was excited by the gorgeous woman in front of me. She was freshly spanked, about to be paddled, dripping love juice down her thighs and about to suck my pussy. This was the best resort I had ever stayed at and at that moment, I didn't care that Bill was sitting in an airport.

Once I was in position, Raoul let fly the first paddle swat to her right cheek. Naomi screamed into my pussy. I lifted her head and she said "1." I pulled her head back down and she immediately drove her tongue back into my pussy. I saw Raoul raise the paddle again and this time strike the left cheek. Again a scream, muffled by my dripping pussy and then the number 2. As the punishment went on, Raoul took longer between strokes giving Naomi more time to concentrate on my pussy. She was doing a fine job and by the 20th swat, I came. Raoul took the opportunity to push two of his fingers into Naomi. As I knew they would, they came out coated.

"Typical slut behavior. You're getting punished and it turns you on."

Raoul reached over and took one of her vibrators, turned it on low and slid it into her pussy. He then picked up the paddle again and resumed his punishment. I knew the vibrator must be driving Naomi crazy, at least as crazy as her tongue was driving me. At swat 29 I came again and Raoul reminded Naomi she had not been given permission yet to do the same. I could tell by her tongue action that she had become distracted in the last several minutes and I hoped she could last until the end of the paddling. After swat 35, Raoul removed the vibrator, turned it up to high and reinserted it. I thought I felt Naomi say "shit" into my pussy. I was really worried about her making it to the end. I also wanted to grab the vibrator and jam it in my own pussy.

For the last five hits, Raoul had Naomi add "thank you master" to her count. She also began to beg for permission to cum. Permission that was denied. I was building to another orgasm, although I too was trying to hold off since Naomi was being denied. I'm sure that was part of Raoul's game, to have me receive what she was being denied. After stroke 39 Raoul asked Naomi if she was going to be a good girl and follow the rules from now on. She nodded. Through the tears of pain and arousal I saw on her face, I also saw a look of peace and satisfaction in her eyes.

I was still holding her head just looking at her when Raoul delivered the final blow.

"40" was all she said. She didn't cry, she didn't beg and unlike I'm sure I would do, she didn't swear at her tormentor. Raoul stood up and grabbed some lube from Naomi's cabinet. He dropped his pants showing an angry and erect penis. Holding the lube in his hand he walked back to the mat. I had no doubt where that cock was going and again I was anxious to see it happen. He surprised me, a least a little, when he bypassed Naomi and instead aimed his cock at my mouth. I didn't need any convincing to take him in my mouth and begin servicing him.

"I'm not allowed to punish you, Kat, but I'm sure some of Naomi's transgressions were your fault. Instead you can watch me fuck her. She'll get what you need and that will be your punishment."

I didn't respond concentrating on giving him a superior blow job. After a couple of minutes sucking on his cock, with my hand on my pussy I might add, Raoul pulled back and got behind Naomi. He opened the lube and spread her ass cheeks. I twisted around to get a better view as he liberally coated her asshole and then spread the remaining lube from his hand onto his cock. He positioned the head of his cock at the entrance of Naomi's ass and then pushed just the head in until he was ready.

"I want to hear her now so I would prefer if you didn't stuff her mouth. Feel free to use the toys if you want."

With that, Raoul grabbed both her ass cheeks and pushed. He pushed hard and Naomi groaned as he buried himself in one stroke. Once in, Raoul didn't let up. He pounded her relentlessly while verbally abusing her about what a slut she is and how she needs to control herself. Naomi was in her own world at that point. I doubt she heard his words, or at least understood them, as she moaned, squealed and begged to be allowed to cum. My fingers were deep inside my own pussy, but I was too mesmerized to grab a toy. My attention kept snapping from Naomi's face back to the cock pulverizing her ass. Raoul told her not to cum or she would be punished again. She called him an asshole but he just laughed.

"Just to show you I'm a nice guy, when you feel me fill up your ass with cum, you can climax."

Naomi was still spitting obscenities, moaning, shaking and desperately trying not to cum.

"Here it comes bitch. You can cum now."

I watched Raoul pull Naomi's hips tight against himself as his body stiffened. For her part Naomi looked like she was having the biggest release in her life as her body began to convulse as she buried her head in the mat and howled. After about 10 seconds, Raoul pulled out of her ass, gave her a final swat and stood up. Naomi slumped to the floor, her body still shaking. I still had my fingers in my pussy. I had forgotten I was masturbating. I leaned over her prone body and saw his jizz starting to leak out of her ass.

"If you want to scoop that up, I know she would love the treat," Raoul said while he was getting dressed. I'd come this far so I did what he said. Naomi greedily slurped the come from my fingers so I went back for a second scoop. And then a third. Finally about five minutes later I uncuffed her hands. Naomi struggled to sit up and then she gave me a hug.

"Thank you."

"For what?"

"For not freaking out and staying here. It turned me on to be punished in front of you."

"How often does he do that?

"Not that often. He makes sure I blow him at least once a day somewhere in the resort and he probably fucks me three or four times a week."

"So how often do you cum."

"I told you. At least four or five times a day but sometimes more."

"So was the punishment for cumming just for by benefit?"

"No it was for me. You being here was just a side benefit."

"I think I had better head to my room."

"Sure. Stop by and see me before you leave. I'll have a present for you."

"OK. I will."

I walked out of the storeroom and made way out of the spa. I was in a daze over what I had just experienced. Even though I had cum not half an hour ago, my body ached for another climax. Bill had left and Raoul showed no interest in me after he punished Naomi so I headed to the sports bar. I figured there were enough guys at the resort just for golf that I would have my pick of partners, but alas the pickings were slim. I was ready to accept a less than acceptable mate for the next hour, but even by those reduced standards there wasn't much to choose from. I decided to head back to the room. I charged a bottle of wine to the room and went to the front desk to arrange a ride. My driver was a cute boy, about 17 years old. I contemplated bringing him in, getting him drunk and taking advantage of him, but I thought better of it. Instead I thanked him with a big smile, gave him a $5 tip and headed inside.

I collapsed on the couch. Never before had I gone into a bar to hunt for cock, at least not without expecting dinner and dancing first. If there had been a man who struck my fancy I was ready to simply walk up to him and tell him what I wanted. No games and no expectations to see him after tonight. I suddenly felt alone and wished I had the guts to take advantage of the driver.

I needed to chill so I put the wine bottle on ice and drew a bath. I lit a couple of scented candles instead of using the lights and stripped down. As the tub was filling, I went back to the kitchen and retrieved the wine. I didn't bother with a glass. I sat back in the very warm tub and took a big swig of the wine. This certainly wasn't how to enjoy the taste of the wine, but I was more interested in the alcohol content. I took a washcloth and soaked it in the water. I then leaned back and placed the cloth over my eyes. The bath was very relaxing. The warmth of the water, the wine and the scent of the candles conspired to relax my body into a most pleasant state. My mind was another matter. As soon as I put the washcloth over my eyes, my mind raced back to the vision of Naomi being spanked.

I lounged in the tub for at least half an hour. I replayed my time with Namoi and Raoul over and over in my mind until I realized the bottle of wine was gone. I figured I would probably pass out soon as I opened the drain in the tub. As the now luke warm water drained and my body became exposed to the air, I felt a slight chill so I lifted myself up and staggered back into the bedroom. I had thought I would head back to the bar so see if the choice of guys had improved, but my head was swirling from the wine and my toasty bed was calling so I crawled beneath the covers and promptly fell asleep. I woke up a few hours later with a bad headache. I instantly remembered why I don't drink that much wine very often. I wandered back into the bathroom to look for some aspirin but didn't find any. So I headed to kitchen. Luckily I found some Advil so I took two and poured a large glass of water as a chaser. Looking at the clock I saw that it was 1am. "If this was Vegas I could go find a man," I thought. But here, not so much. I drank another large glass of water and headed back to bed.

Now that the effects of the wine were wearing off, I didn't have a restful sleep. I kept tossing and turning, my mind ravaged by the visions of Raoul punishing Naomi and for some reason, Naomi punishing me. Each time my dream would reach its climax, I woke up in a sweat. I was shaken the first time and decided I needed to go to the kitchen and drink another glass of water. After waking after my second dream, I noticed I was breathing hard and that my pussy was slick. I didn't want to masturbate thinking of Naomi, so I attempted to just turn over and go back to sleep. But my subconscious wouldn't allow it. It was as if Naomi was controlling my mind. Now I pictured her wielding the strap-on and fucking me up the ass. Then Raoul came in. He spanked me and made me sit on Naomi's fake cock while he took my pussy. I'm sure I was masturbating in my sleep because when I woke the sheets were wet with my juices and my hand was sticky. It was now 4am and I was afraid to go back to sleep.

I went into the living room and turned on the TV. There wasn't anything on of interest so I flipped to the resort's PPV movies. Again nothing much appealed to me until I found the adult section. In my fragile state I convinced myself that I needed to watch some good old fashioned fucking to get my mind off Naomi and Raoul. I looked for the plainest vanilla title I could find and turned it on. I lay back on the couch and began tweaking my nipples and then as I started to get aroused fingering my clit. The movie was OK. The actors were well hung and the actresses were pretty enough, but I just couldn't bring myself off. I was really getting frustrated. I was determined not to think "naughty" thoughts but my body was betraying that desire. After about 40 minutes of the vanilla porno, I went back to the list and found an old movie called Latex. The description said "beautiful women in fetishware submitting to their wanton desires." I turned it on and immediately things picked up. The first scene featured Sunset Thomas being screwed hard on her kitchen table. God that was what I needed. She was bent over and got what she needed. My fingers on my pussy were definitely making progress as I pictured myself in her position.

During the second scene I finally came. I knew I should sleep because I had a long drive home, but I couldn't turn off the movie. I continued masturbating as scene after hotter scene kept my engine running full speed. My wrists were sore by the time the movie ended. I pictured myself in a latex catsuit being hammered up the ass by anonymous huge cocks and came one final time. The sun was coming back up as I crawled back into bed and promptly fell asleep.

At 10am the phone rang. I had not moved since 6 and groggily picked up the receiver. It was the front desk asking if I needed a porter as check-out time was fast approaching. I asked if they could send one at 11 and headed to the shower. I couldn't remember how many times I came last night, but my body was definitely sore, although thankfully, not hung over. After a quick shower I put on some make-up and fixed my hair. Then I quickly packed before making a cup of coffee and enjoying it on the patio for the last time. Promptly at 11, the doorbell rang. My short vacation in paradise had come to an end.

The same young man how drove me back to the villa yesterday gleefully picked up my bags and gave me a ride down to the main complex. I turned in my villa keycard and was happy to find there were no charges of any kind just as Bill had promised. I don't know if there was a record of my movie habits, but if there was, it wasn't mentioned. I was ready to leave when Naomi appeared in the lobby. She asked me to stop by the spa before I left because I had left something the day before. She gave me a knowing wink which I hope the desk clerk didn't see. I told her I would and took my bags out to my car.

I made my way back to the spa and met Naomi. She said she had a little gift for me. She said it was back in the storeroom. Immediately I had a vision of one of us fucking the other. I followed her back to the storeroom. Once inside she again locked the door.

"Don't worry about Raoul. He's off today."

The truth was I wasn't worried about Raoul. I kind of wished he was there.

"I only have a couple of minutes, but I wanted to give you this. Hopefully you will be able to come and see us again soon."

Naomi went to her cabinet and pulled out what looked like a cigar box. She handed it to me and said she thought I would enjoy it. The cover was blank giving no hint as to what was inside. Opening it up, I wasn't sure exactly what it was.

"It's an ass stretch kit, silly," exclaimed Naomi. 

Now that she said that, it made sense. I wasn't entirely naive about such things, especially after my movie experience the night before. The box contained six different tapered butt plugs. Each one was slightly larger than the one before it. There was also a bottle of lube.

Naomi explained, "It's simple. You start with the smallest one. Wear it today when you drive home. Tomorrow wear the next one and so on and so one. A week from now you'll be ready to fuck a porn star with no problem."

"I can't do that," I responded.

"Sure you can. Trust me. You saw how anal sex makes me cum. Don't you want that?"

"Well, yes. But you also let Raoul tie you up and paddle you."

"Didn't you enjoy watching? It looked like you enjoyed watching."

"I did, but I could never let someone do that to me."

"That's cool. I prefer being a bottom, a submissive if you prefer the term. But maybe you were born to be the top."

"Maybe this is all sick I should just leave."

"Don't go away mad. I know you enjoyed your time with me, Raoul and Bill. I'll make you a deal. Try the first plug. If you decide you like it, try the second. Come back and I'll teach you more. If you don't like it, no problem. I will not bother you again."

Secretly I did want to try it, but I didn't want to seem too eager. I hesitantly agreed. Naomi was ecstatic and told me to drop my pants and panties. I was just over 12 hours since I had done this in her storeroom. It seems to be becoming a habit. Naomi had me sit down on the bench again. I was surprised when she knelt down in front of me and began to lick my slit. She paused long enough to tell me it would help if I was turned on the first time. She took her time and ate me to a very pleasant orgasm. It wasn't soul crashing or anything, but it was nice and certainly an unexpected pleasure. Naomi then opened in the case and took out the small plug.

She described how the shape would stretch my anal ring and once it was large enough, it would snap shut around the tapered side to hold it in place. I nodded, but was still very nervous. I watched as Naomi spread the lube over the plug and the lubed up my asshole with her finger. She then pushed her finger inside my ass. I squirmed at the sudden invasion.

"See that's not so bad. I could just wiggle this around and turn you on all over as these nerve endings start to get the attention she deserve."

I was starting to think she was right. Also, although my body was shocked when she first did it, the sensation wasn't entirely bad now that I adjusted slightly. After about a minute of wiggling it around, Naomi pulled out her finger and positioned the plug at my backside.

"Just relax. This thing is smaller than some of the shits you take. Just try not to clench."

There was a command which seemed easier said than done. I did my best just to lie still and let her do it. I felt like she was tearing me apart and then, nothing. My ass did just as she said it would. I snapped shut around the end of the plug. Naomi pushed it in a little further so the base would be even with my butt cheeks and told me to stand up. As I did, the fullness hit me. My legs buckled and Naomi had to grab my wrists. She pulled me back up and helped me stand.




Kat's Story Ch. 04



"It takes a few minutes to get used to the sensation. I think you should drive home like that. It will keep you thinking happy sexy thoughts."

I didn't think I could drive safely, but since I'd come this far I figured I could at least leave the resort with it. I could always stop and remove it when I was out of sight.

"By the way, did you bring the Ben Wa balls? They go great with a plug."

"They're in my bag."

"That's a shame. I would have enjoyed putting them in you. Promise you will wear them too."

I took a few tentative steps around the storeroom. The plug was definitely a distraction and the balls would probably be too much of a good thing.

"We'll see. I don't know if I can handle this and driving."

I put my panties and pants back on and took the plug case. I gave Naomi a tight hug and she gave me a soulful kiss while rubbing the back of my ass. I would feel the plug moving under her hand and I moaned into her mouth.

"Call me and let me know how your ride home goes."

I agreed and walked out to my car. Walking through the lobby I felt like everyone knew what I was wearing, although since I was wearing jeans, I knew nobody could see anything. I sat down in my car and tried to steady my nerves. I could tell my pussy was wet and my nipples were straining against my bra. I had at least 5 hours to tease myself going home. This was going to be an interesting drive. I pulled away from the clubhouse and began the winding drive down to the highway. Every time I pushed the accelerator or brake I felt the plug move. I shifted my weight back and forth, but that was worse. Still it was turning me on. 

I managed to get about an hour out of Palm Springs before I felt the need to pee. I pulled off at a gas station and fueled up. In a fit of inspiration, I opened my bag and found the Ben Wa ball case. My mind had decided the plug was fine and that I needed to up the ante. I went into the bathroom stall to take care of business. When I was done peeing, I carefully opened the case and warmed the balls up. My pussy was well lubricated since I first took off my pants for Naomi so sliding the balls in was not a problem. I delicately slid my panties back up so the balls would not slide out and the pulled up my pants.

The walk back to my car was interesting to say the least. The combination of the balls and the plug amplified the effect of each. I slid into the driver seat thankful that I had not cum already. I took several deep breaths to steady my nerves and got back on the highway. I still had 4 hours worth of drive to go and my focus was getting home and hoping my parents were gone so I could have a very noisy orgasm. Every bump in the road caused the balls to jump and every time I fidgeted the plug seemed to hit a new nerve. After an hour of this self imposed torture, I knew I wouldn't make it home. I would need to find a place to masturbate. What I really needed was Naomi's rabbit. I wish she had included that in her care package. I drove for about another half hour when I saw the sign for a truck stop. The bathrooms would be semi-private and I knew I needed to cum hard so I would need to bring something in to muffle the sounds.

Pulling off the highway and down onto the local road, I noticed a seedy motel and adult bookstore across the street from the truck stop. My libido was taking over. The motel looked like it might rent rooms by the hour. It would cost a few bucks, but I could have privacy. On the other hand, the adult store would sell the vibrator I needed to really get myself off. As I was trying to decide if I had the guts for either option, my car hit a huge pothole causing the rear axle to seemingly bounce off the ground. As I landed hard in my seat, the plug pushed far into my ass. Decision one was made. I needed a dildo. 

I drove past the bookstore scoping it out. It was 3 in the afternoon and not crowded. No doubt it did a good walk up business because of the truck stop but at least the parking lot was empty. There was a sign for additional parking in back so I turned around and then pulled in. I was scared to walk in alone, but the heat from my crotch was making the decision for me. Summoning up my courage, I went inside. I was surprised to see the store was brightly lit, neat and clean. There were rows and rows of DVDs and to a lesser extent, magazines. There was a woman behind the counter who was watching me as I walked around the shop. I found a case of sex toys in the corner near a door that said viewing booths.

I was looking at the display case when I sensed someone behind me. The woman asked if I wanted to take a closer look at anything. I nodded yes. I was desperately nervous and hoped I was hiding it well. The woman walked behind the case and unlocked it.

"What did you have in mind?"

Looking at her and then the case, my mind raced. I almost blurted out that I had teased myself for 3 hours and just needed a place to cum, but I held back. I told her I was looking for an 8 inch vibrator. That was about Bill and Raoul's size and a couple of inches larger than my vibrator at home.

"Of course. Here is our best seller."

She picked up a vibrator and pulled it out of the cabinet. I was a combination of pink and clear with what looked like ball bearings on the inside. She turned it on and explained that the bearings move in a circular pattern giving added sensations. The toy sounded plenty powerful to do the job so I quickly agreed it would be fine. She put the vibrator back in the case and locked it up.

"I've got the boxed unit behind the counter. This is just for show. Is there anything else you need? Batteries, lube, condoms?"

"Um, batteries and lube I guess. Well, some condoms are probably good too. Set me up."

"Of course."

The woman was pleasant and not condescending in the least. Somehow I thought she would be looking down on me, but she didn't. She was professional and courteous. She rung up my purchase and then asked if I needed a place to test out my new toy. I was taken aback by that.

"No need to be embarrassed honey. I mainly get truckers in here and it is not very often as beautiful a young thing as you comes in. Usually it's one of only three things. A hooker working at the motel needs condoms. But they all have a lot of mileage on them and you don't. So I don't think you're a hooker. The second is a sorority girl on some kind of dare buying sex toys. You can spot them a mile away because they are nervous, have a list and try to get out of here as fast as they can. The third, which I'm betting you fall into, is a chick that needs sex but doesn't want a man from across the street. Am I right?"

I didn't commit to the fact that she read me perfectly. "How did you come to that conclusion?"

"Well, apart from dismissing the first two for the reasons I already gave, I noticed the bulge in the back of your pants. You're wearing a butt plug. The second is I can smell how turned on you are. If you've been in the car for a while you probably can't smell yourself any more, but walking into here, where 95% of the patrons are guys, I always know when a horny female enters. The hookers don't smell so sweet and the sorority girls usually are too scared to be turned on."

I finally came clean. "I've been driving from Palm Springs with a butt plug and Ben Wa balls."

"That would explain it. The best I can offer you is a movie booth. They are pretty clean. We haven't been too busy today, but I wouldn't recommend it later tonight. We sell tokens. $5 for 10 minutes and you get your choice of channels."

"Give me $15 worth," I said.

She handed me 3 tokens and said, "Take booth number 1. I don't think anybody has used it today. It will be cleaner."

I took my packages and walked over to the door marked viewing booths and opened it. There was a narrow hallway with doors along one side. Each door was numbered, starting with 8 and moving down to 1. I found door one and went inside. I felt along the wall until I found a light switch. A dim light turned on. I shut the door and was happy to see there was a deadbolt. I looked around the room. It was very small. Cramped is a better word. There was a flat screen TV behind a Plexiglas shield. There were streaks on the plexi. There was a chair next to a control console in front of the screen. I sat down and looked at it. There was a coin feed for my token, a volume control and 12 buttons corresponding to different channels. The channels were labeled lesbian, 3-way, gangbang, interracial, water sports, bondage, fetish, straight, gay, squirt, masturbation and random.

I unpacked my new toy and put in the batteries. I checked the door lock again and then shed my pants and panties and removed the balls. I got my tokens ready and sat down in the chair, vibrator in my right hand and tokens in my left. I took a deep breath and deposited the first coin. The screen came to life. I wasn't sure what I wanted to watch. I really just wanted to fuck myself, after all, so I picked random. Instantly the screen was filled with beautiful blonde with large tits and a large dildo. See was describing exactly how horny she was and how badly she needed to cum. I was holding my vibrator as she took her dildo and positioned it at the entrance of her pussy. I mirrored her actions forcing my toy into my pussy at the same rate she did hers. It was as if she was in the same room with me and we were masturbating for each other. I turned on my vibrator and almost came immediately. I was trying to hold off until the blonde came. I don't know why I wanted to cum with her, but I did. After teasing myself for so long in the car, it seemed like I should do it a little longer in the booth. Fortunately the blonde was either a quick cummer or a good actress because before long she was moaning, telling me that my watching was making her hot and that she was going to cum.

I couldn't wait any longer and went over the edge just before my on-screen partner did the same. Over and over my orgasm washed through my body. My pussy quivered over the vibrator which I dropped to the floor. The buzzing sound on the wood floor echoed through the small room. I briefly felt a pang of remorse as the buzzing intensified against the wood, but another look toward the screen, now at a brunette with a coke bottle in her pussy, assuaged my feelings. I clinched again, my fingers working overtime against my clit as the second crash of my orgasm dropped me from my chair to the sticky floor below. Oh how my body needed that. I was rolling on the floor, my hand safely between my legs as I rode out my climax. I eventually found enough strength to turn off my vibrator and sit back down in my chair. The TV had turned off. My first token had expired. I didn't know if I should just rest here or go back into the store. I knew I wanted to use my other two tokens, but I wasn't ready just yet.

As I sat silently in my booth recovering from my thrilling climax, I heard the sound of another movie start in the booth next to me. I instinctively looked at the wall and noticed the glow from the screen coming through a small round hole about 3 feet off the floor. Curious, I knelt down and looked through the hole. I could see a man sitting in the chair watching the TV. He was a bit scruffy looking, probably a trucker who stopped at the truck stop I guessed. As I watched, I saw him unzip his pants and fish out his cock. I was fascinated watching him as he began to stroke his manhood. I couldn't see which channel he had chosen, but I heard the sounds of someone being spanked. My pussy started juicing again as my mind flashed back to Naomi. I started rubbing my pussy as I watched him masturbate. He had a nice looking cock. Not too long, but pretty thick. The man was furiously stroking his cock, obviously trying to finish before his time ran out. My hand was making my pussy tingle and involuntarily I let out a moan.

Immediately the man stopped pleasuring himself and looked toward the wall. Damn, I was busted spying on him. I jerked my head away from the hole hoping he had not seen me. I was just about to peak into his booth again when I saw the tip of his cock poke through the hole. About 4 inches worth of cock made it through the wall and it slowly bounced up and down in an enticing dance. I was at a decision point. The smart thing would have been to leave, but my pussy wanted more attention. I could put another video on my screen and finish myself, but I knew this guy would be watching me. That wasn't entirely unappealing and would probably help me get off. As you might have guessed, my lust won out and I decided that a thick cock when presented to you should be accepted. I grabbed his dick and gave it a hard squeeze. I used more pressure than I would normally give a lover because I wanted to show him I was in charge. I heard a groan of discomfort from the other room, but when I released his cock he didn't pull back.

Taking that as consent to continue, I slapped his cock. It twitched, but again he didn't remove it. So I slapped it again. Then I spit on it and gave him a couple of nice strokes. This time the sound coming from the other room was one of pleasure not pain. I continued giving my mystery man a hand job. I was not prepared to go any further, but I loved the control I had over him. I could sense when he was about to cum and I would slow down. I knew I was driving him crazy and I enjoyed that. My own pussy was demanding attention so I decided to finish my booth buddy off. I spit on both my hands and then gave him a two handed squeeze, rapidly sliding my hands up and down his shaft. I spit twice more on his cock to add some lubrication and soon I felt his cock swell. It was then I realized I was in direct firing range so I dropped one of my hands into a blocking position while I continued to stroke his cock with the other. It was just in time too. I felt the first hot spurts of his love juice hit the palm of my left hand. I gave him a few more strokes and then a final hard squeeze and it was over.

My left hand was covered in goo so I wiped it on the wall. I then sat back down in the chair and dropping in my second token. This time I picked the BDSM channel. The scene opened with a woman in leather and high heels brandishing a riding crop. On the floor was a fine looking man with his hands cuffed behind his back. After some cursory swats to his buttocks, the woman sat down and had the man service her with his tongue.

As I watched this my hand once again found its way home. I decided this was the way for me. Having a man grovel at your feet while eating your pussy made much more sense than submitting to his lusts. I slowly stroked my glistening pussy waiting for her to fuck him so I could switch back to my vibrator. I didn't look back at the hole, but part of me wanted the man I just gave the hand job to be watching me, lusting after me never to be fulfilled.

The clips must have been timed to finish with some hard action right before the ten minute mark to force you to buy more tokens because just as the on-screen couple were getting seriously hot and bothered and I had slid the vibrator home, the screen went blank. Frustrated I prepared to put my last token in when I noticed the now familiar glow from the booth next to me had begun. I figured my video could wait. I wanted to see if there was somebody new next door.

I peeked through the hole again. Sure enough I had a new neighbor. I guessed this guy was also a trucker. He was a bit overweight, probably from driving all day. He was also black and very solidly built. He had removed his pants and was stroking the longest cock I had ever seen. I could hear the voice from the TV telling a blonde girl to "suck that black cock" or something like that. I tried to remain extra quiet so I could watch the show he was putting on. It was tough to keep my hands out of my pussy, but I wanted to see this man cum.

Even though I was quiet, I noticed the man look toward the hole. He never stopped his slow, deliberate stroking of his member, but he smiled when he looked my way. Did he know? Did the last guy tell him? He stood up and began walking toward the wall. I knew what was going to happen this time so I pulled back a little. This guy had at least twice the cock of the last guy hanging through the wall. The head was huge and the shaft was veiny. I set to work stroking it and it became as hard as any cock I had ever felt. My pussy was boiling, but I couldn't give it the attention it deserved because this cock required both of my hands.

All of a sudden, the man pulled his cock back. I was confused but it soon returned this time wearing a condom. I didn't know the hole-in-the-wall etiquette so I didn't do anything. About 15 seconds later the cock was again removed and I heard a deep voice say, "you're going to suck this, bitch."

I watched as the cock reappeared. It was almost hypnotic. Here an anonymous man expected me to suck him off. At least he had the decency to put on a condom. I grabbed the base with my right hand, and slid him into my mouth. This was the first time I blew a guy wearing a condom. It wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. Given that he probably had been driving all day, it probably tasted better than his dick would have. Once I got a rhythm going, I let go of the base of his dick and started worrying about my pussy, which had been neglected for at least 3 or 4 minutes. I was really getting into my wanton act when the man abruptly pulled his cock out of my mouth. I had the distinct impression that he was about to shoot and expected me to take his load. But instead I heard that same deep voice say, "ride it slut."

Slut. I hate that word. But given what I had been doing for the last half hour, it was appropriate. I watched him reinsert his cock through the wall. I tried to think of the best position I could manage. I was a bit stymied until I remember Raoul teaching me the touching my toes positions. I stood up and turned around, standing in front of his cock. I then bent over at the waist and grabbed my ankles. By bending my knees slightly I could feel his cock brushing against my slippery hole. I struggled to get him inside me, but my right hand made quick work of that problem and I was filled.

Raoul was able to work this position by holding onto my hips and lifting me up and down. Without him to help me, I had to carefully rock back and forth without losing my balance. This also meant I couldn't ride him very fast to get him off. I discovered that I could rock back and forth while bending my knees slightly to give him (and me) an up and down sensation too. This did the trick and soon I felt him swell and fill the condom. I had not cum, but the abrupt sensation of his load caused me to lurch forward onto the floor and pop his cock out of my pussy. True I had been acting like a slut, but before it was on my terms. Now that I was back on the sticky floor, I felt worse. I had been used for his pleasure and didn't receive much for myself. That pissed me off.

I sat back in my chair and angrily put my last token in the machine. I was mad at the man next door so I picked the lesbian channel. I had enough of men for right now. The video was sweet and gentle as two women 69'ed eating each other's pussy. This wasn't working for me. I had my vibrator deep in my pussy, but I needed something a little more hard core. I switched to the squiring channel. This one definitely had more action. Once again two women were on the screen, but one had her ankles wrapped around her head (the Raoul special I called it) while the other woman was pounding her with a dildo. I couldn't put my legs in that position, but I could certainly pound myself with the vibrator. Based on the moan track I knew the woman was going to cum soon so I began abusing my nipples in an effort to join her. I wasn't quite getting there, close by not over the edge, until the woman on the screen let go a scream and sprayed her cum all over her dildo wielding accomplice. Memories of Naomi spraying me immediately flooded my conscious mind and I climaxed. It wasn't earth shattering, but it was solid. I felt like I received my $15 worth in the video booth and as soon as I calmed down, I fixed my clothes, put my new vibrator back in its bag and unlocked the door. 




Kat's Story Ch. 04



As I opened the door I found a line of men waiting for the booth next to mine. They were disappointed to see me leaving. I walked to the front of the store and the clerk asked if I had a good time. I said it was interesting. She said Jimmy thanks me. I guessed that Jimmy was my first partner. I mumbled OK and headed out the door. Standing outside was the large black man I had fucked. He looked very imposing and I got scared. But all he did was hold out his hand. In his hand was the condom, neatly tied in a knot at the top, full of cum.

"I enjoyed you cunt, bitch, but it's tough to fuck through a wall. They call me Big Ron and if you want a repeat performance someplace more appropriate, I'm always on channel 19. I'm through this truck stop almost every day on my route."

He handed me the condom and walked away. There was a huge load in the rubber. I held it up to the light and printed on the side were the words Big Ron. Personalized condoms. Now I had seen it all. I was still staring at the condom when a couple pulled up and parked in front of me. I hardly noticed them pass me as they walked into the store. My mind was decidedly elsewhere.

I watched Big Ron walk back across the street to the truck stop. Part of me wanted to follow him and part of me was repulsed. For what seemed like the first time in a while, discretion ruled the day and I headed back to my car. I should have thrown the condom away, but for some reason I just tossed it in an old coffee cup I had in my drink holder and pulled out of the parking lot. I had almost made it to the freeway entrance ramp when I remembered the Ben Wa balls. I pulled over onto the shoulder and retrieved them from my bag. It seemed perfectly reasonable to be driving with both my holes occupied as I popped them back inside me. Safely snuggled in my pussy, I checked my mirrors and headed home.

The rest of the drive was uneventful. My teasing toys kept me on edge, but my orgasms in the adult bookstore had left me pleasingly satisfied so it wasn't until I was almost home that my unrequited hornies began to come back. I hoped my parents were not home because I certainly didn't need to talk right now. I needed to get to my bedroom and make myself cum.

I pulled in the driveway and opened the garage door. Thankfully both cars were missing. I'd have the house to myself. I grabbed my bags and new vibrator and sprinted for my bedroom. Once inside I locked my door and quick as a flash, pulled off my clothes. I really needed to go to the bathroom so I headed that way. I wasn't paying attention to my pussy and was moving too fast. Just as I reached the tiled bathroom, the Ben Wa balls sailed out of my slick pussy causing an echoing clank as they hit the tiled bathroom floor. I had my priorities however, and instead of worrying about them, I bent over the sink and gingerly pulled the butt plug which had been occupying my ass for the better part of 8 hours out of me. Immediately my butt felt empty. Lonely almost. But then the backlog of waste my body had been holding onto began to seek a quick exit. I made it to the toilet just in time before my bowel dropped its contents.

Staring at the mirror across from the toilet, what I saw was myself naked, horny and free. I was free from the preconceptions I had previously clung to about what kind of sex I liked, what could get me off and what I should look for in a partner. While sitting on the toilet I fingered myself to another satisfying climax and then took a long hot shower. After getting out of the shower I just had enough time to hide my toys and unpack my clothes before my parents got home. Of course they wanted to hear all about my trip and of course I told them only very selective details.

"The spa was great. I took yoga classes and got a message every day..."

That night I lay in bed thinking of my trip to Palm Springs. I toyed with my phone wondering if I should call Naomi and tell her about the drive home. I could already feel my pussy getting moist again. It was a turning point of sorts. If I called her I knew I would end up getting horny again. Or I could pretend the trip never happened and try to get back to my boring, but socially more acceptable life. Decisions decisions.

Of course I dialed her number and of course by the time she picked up the phone my fingers were back in my pussy.

"Hello baby. How many times have you cum since you left the resort?"




End of Chapter 04. Do you have any opinions about where Kat's story should go? I've got a general outline (about 4-5 additional chapter's worth) about where her journey takes her, but if you have an idea, send me some feedback and I may work it into the story.



Kat's Story Ch. 05



"Hello baby. How many times have you cum since you left the resort?" Naomi asked me.

I was still high from the events of the day so I joyfully recounted my drive home and visit to the adult bookstore. Naomi asked me if the bookstore was in Temecula across from a truck stop. I was surprised that she knew of the place. She then asked if I went to the motel next door. I told her I had considered getting a room, but I opted for the bookstore instead. I asked her why that was important.

"Go to the website notellmotel and let me know what you think."

I got online and typed in the URL. It turns out that is a porno site featuring amateurs having anonymous hookup sex. I recognized the outside picture of the hotel as the one next to the bookstore.

"How do you know about this place?" I asked her.

"Click on the models link," she said.

I did and there in all her glory was Naomi, although her bio listed her name as Tiffany. I don't think she looks like a Tiffany, but that hardly mattered right then. I tried clicking on the link to see more of her, but it required a membership.

"So what have you done there?" I inquired.

"I've done four scenes so far. Raoul brought me there about a year ago and we did a scene together. Obviously it wasn't anonymous but nobody else would know that. Since then I go back about every three months. It turns me on to be filmed with a complete stranger."

I thought this was pretty weird, but then again, we were strangers the first time we had sex a few days ago.

"I'm due to go back and shoot another scene. You should come with. I know they would love you."

"I don't think that's really my thing."

"Would you just come and watch? I've been thinking about doing something kind of kinky and I would prefer if someone I knew was there for safety."

"Kinky?"

"I'll email you my username and password. Look at the site and then I think you will understand."

"OK, I'll look. But I'm not making any promises."

"Have you heard from Bill?"

"He hasn't called, but I have not checked my email yet. He wants me to go to Miami with him in two weeks."

"I think he likes you. Take the trip. He's fun and he's got money."

"I like him, but I'm not as open sexually as he is, my behavior at the spa notwithstanding."

"Bill's pretty cool. Just enjoy him. Nobody said you have to get married."

"Good point. I'm going to check my email and I'll look at that website. Talk to you later."

I hung up with Naomi and logged into Gmail. There was an email from Bill. I was sweet. He apologized again for having to leave. He said the deal was saved and the company stands to make a significant amount of money because of it. He promised to make it up to me in Miami. He explained that the venture capital company he is a partner in is pretty small, but they are very successful. In addition to him, based in Chicago, there is Jack in L.A., Tim in Atlanta and Sam, Mike and Tony in New York. The New York office has a small staff of support people and several lawyers to handle the paperwork. He, Jack and Tim work from the road. Every month they go to New York for meetings and every three months or so they meet someplace more fun and this time it is Miami. He also has meetings setup before the partners meeting with the company he's looking to invest in with the fitness equipment. Bill hoped to wrap up that deal so can announce it at the partners' meeting.

Although I was pissed at him for leaving me in Palm Springs, I started to understand business took priority in his life. I'd never been to Miami so I decided I'd give him another chance. I emailed him back my acceptance of his invitation.

By this time Naomi's email with her username and password for notellmotel had arrived. I hurriedly entered the data and looked inside the members' area. What I found surprised me. There had to be at least 30 different girls, most of whom had done multiple scenes. The basic premise was the girl alone in the seedy motel room. The cameras were fixed so they looked like security cameras, although the quality was much better and the room was obviously lit for video and wired for sound. In some of the videos the girl would masturbate while waiting for her mystery lover while in some she just paced back and forth. Then there would be a knock at the door and the woman would open the door to find a scruffy man. The rest of the scene would progress as you might expect.

I wasn't too thrilled with the videos, although I did check out Naomi's performances and they were better than average. Watching her got my juices flowing and I thought of sexting her a picture of my pussy. After I watched her scene with Raoul, I watched her second scene with the truck driver. He wasn't as good of a performer as Raoul, but it still turned me on to see Naomi. I decided to check out the rest of the site before I watched her other two videos. There was a section on how to become one of their models or one of their partners. 

Looking around I found another link to a companion site called anonymousgangbang. This one also required a password, but Naomi's worked. These videos looked like they were shot in the same room but in each the woman wore a blindfold and had sex with at least 5 partners. In a couple she was tied to the bed. I put two and two together and decided this was what Naomi was talking about when she said she was thinking of doing something kinky. I found a video of a woman who looked a little like me and watched as 6 studs put her through the ringer until she was a fucked out slab of meat covered in cum. My pussy was soaked by the time I finished watching and I quickly retreated to my bed.

I started to masturbate. Lewd images filled my mind and I kept coming back to Naomi tied to a bed, blindfolded and being filled by guy after anonymous guy. Then my brain switched to the woman who looked like me getting relentlessly pounded. My right hand was pounding my vibrator in and out of my pussy while my left hand squeezed my breasts and nipples with a ferocity I rarely felt. Suddenly it wasn't the woman who looked like me but it was me. My brain was out of control. I wanted to be that woman. I wanted more cocks than I could handle. My pussy was throbbing as I continued to pummel myself, but I couldn't quite get off. I needed to know more about this website. I left the vibrator buzzing in my pussy and called Naomi.

"I thought you might be calling back," she said as she answered the phone.

"Hi Naomi. I need to know more about the websites you sent me."

"Did they turn you on?" she asked.

"Does this answer your question?" I replied. I put the phone receiver down to my pussy so she could hear the buzzing. I also slid my toy in and out a couple of times hoping she could hear how squishy I was, although I doubted the phone would pick that up. 

"I've been drilling myself for 20 minutes, but I can't cum," I told her.

"OK baby, I can help," she promised. "Listen to me Kat. I'll get you off."

Naomi told me to turn down the lights and get back on my bed. She also had me remove the vibrator and turn it off.

"First turn the speakerphone on your cell phone on. Put it on the pillow next to your head. Make sure it's set loud enough to hear me."

I did as she asked.

"Imagine I've got you in the hotel room. Shut your eyes. You don't know who else is in the room. You only know they desire you, think you're sexy and they want to fuck you. Got it?"

I responded affirmatively.

"Now, I want you to slowly play with your dirty clit, slut. These are not your fingers. You don't know who they belong to but they are making you hot. Are you doing it?"

I moaned "yessss."

"While you are doing that, start sucking that vibrator. It is a cock belonging to one of the men in the hotel room. You have to suck it and get him hard before he will fuck you. That is what you want isn't it Kat?"

I didn't respond, but I'm sure she heard the slurping sounds. Naomi went on to describe all of the vile, nasty things both she and the men were going to do to me next time we met. By then she would have my ass trained and all my holes would be violated, most likely at the same time. I was getting hotter and hotter. The sound of her voice and the promise of unbridled pleasure were working me into frenzy. Within minutes I was panting and ready to cum again.

"Do you still have Big Ron's condom, slut?"

I didn't respond. I was concentrating too much on my pussy.

"I asked you a question slut. Do you need to be punished?"

The word punished brought me back, slightly, to reality. 

"I'm sorry Naomi, what did you ask?"

"Do you still have Big Ron's condom?" she repeated.

"Yes, it's on my dresser in the coffee cup."

"Stop playing with yourself and go get it."

I was so close to cumming I didn't want to get up, but the authoritative sound of Naomi's voice had me obeying. I scampered over to the dresser and grabbed the cup. The knot I had tied in the condom did its job and none of his spunk had leaked out. I jumped back on the bed and told Naomi I had it.

"I want you to pour his load in the cup and set it on your nightstand."

I did what she asked.

"Turn that vibrator on low and slowly push it into your pretty pussy. Now start slowly playing with your nipples."

Naomi resumed telling me all the nasty things she was going to do to me and slowly had me increase both the speed of the vibrator and the frequency with which she let me fuck myself. I was almost pulling my nipples off my breasts and the vibrator was on high when she told me to grab the cup of sperm."

"I know you are going to have a hell of a release, Kat, but one thing is missing. When I'm done with you at the hotel you'll be coated in cum. A slut like you should always be coated in cum. Slowly pour the cum over your face and tits and let me hear you cum."

She was right. I wanted to be a slut. Her slut. Ron's cum was cold and thick. I started at my forehead, went down over my closed eyes, over my open lips and finally down my throat and onto my tits. This disgusting, degenerate act triggered my lust gene and signaled my body to climax. My thighs clamped shut around the vibrator and I rolled from side to side. I couldn't hear Naomi but I hoped she was pleasuring herself while I moaned my approval of her methods.

Eventually I calmed down and my breathing returned to normal. I hoped my parents had not heard my activity, but I'm sure they did. That night my sleep was restless. My thoughts were not of Bill but were of Naomi surrounded by rock hard cocks. I woke up tired, sweaty and horny. I had received another email from Bill with a reservation for a red eye flight to Miami two Wednesdays from then with a return ticket for the next Sunday night. I hoped that agreeing to go wasn't a colossal mistake. I then emailed Naomi and told her I would be her wingman if she needed me on her next video shoot.

I got a few more emails from both Bill and Naomi the next week and Bill and I talked on the phone several times. By the time I boarded the plane for Miami all my ill feelings about him had disappeared and I was looking forward to seeing him again. My flight didn't leave LA until 11pm. I was planning on sleeping through the night a waking up in Miami. When I checked in I found out I was seated in First Class. As I settled into my seat I decided it was a waste of a ticket to sleep the night way, but within minutes of taking off, I was out like a light. I woke when the flight attendant shook my shoulder as we began our decent.

Bill was waiting for me at the baggage claim. He took me to a wonderful hotel right on the beach. He told me he had a lunch meeting which would probably run until about 4. He told me to relax and be ready for dinner by 6. We were having dinner with the owner of the company he was trying to buy and his wife. Bill hoped the dinner would be more of a celebration at this point since he hoped to wrap up the deal during the meeting, but he wasn't sure if that would happen. After briefing me on the plan of attack, we made sweet love in the king sized bed. 

Afterward I spent the day exploring the pool and the beach while Bill went to the meeting. About 3pm one of the wait staff found me by the pool and handed me a message from Bill. It said he forgot to tell me that he arranged a line of credit in the hotel's clothing store and that I should find a dress for the night. Something professional, but sexy. I hurried upstairs to take a quick shower and wash off the suntan lotion and then headed back downstairs to spend Bill's money.

The dinner turned out to be a celebration as Bill and the owner had successfully reached an agreement to the basic terms of the deal. The owner was a short pudgy man in his early 60's. He wife wasn't much older than me, blond and built. She was obviously a trophy wife and with the deal Bill had offered, she was going to be well taken care of. Given how Bill conducted himself in Palm Springs I wondered if this woman was going to be part of his compensation, if only for an evening. We dined on the finest food and drank the finest wine. The woman was not much for conversation, but I could tell Bill was enjoying looking at her. To tell the truth, I was enjoying that too. The man clearly was celebrating he success a bit too much and I wondered if this was Bill's plan to spirit his wife away. Alas that wasn't to be. Bill later explained that as hot as she was, she wasn't worth screwing up the deal. After the lawyers get done and the deal closes, Bill promised to get her for me if I wanted. I told him I'd rather go back to Palm Springs.

That night we had celebration sex. It was wild and used every piece of furniture in the suite. Friday morning Bill announced we were heading to Key West for the partners' meeting. The drive to Key West was beautiful. Along the way Bill explained that the partners get together for these meetings about once a quarter. He told me that Jack and his wife Cathy from L.A. would be there along with Tim and his girlfriend Sarah from Atlanta. From the home office Sam and his wife Kim, Mike and his wife Sandy, Tony and his girlfriend Fiona would also be in attendance.

"We're going to have a business meeting most of tomorrow. You and the girls can hang out at the pool, go shopping, whatever. We'll all meet back for dinner and then tomorrow night we'll have a party."

"What kind of party?" I asked.

"One I'm sure you'll enjoy," he replied, but he didn't give any other information. 

We pulled into a small resort. There were maybe 50 rooms in a small hotel building. Leaving the bags for the porter, we went into the lobby and checked it. After registering we got two keys for cabana 4. We were escorted to a private section of the resort where 6 cabanas stood alone. Our rooms were smartly furnished, although much more spartan than the bungalows in Palm Springs. Still there was a big fluffy king size bed and a tub sized for two in the bathroom and a large living room and well appointed kitchen.

As I was exploring the room, Bill grabbed me and pushed me toward the bed. My knees buckled as my legs hit the mattress and soon I found myself pinned beneath him. Bill forced my arms down above my head and began kissing me roughly. My body responded much like it had in his condo in Vegas. We spent the rest of the afternoon in bed. After his first forceful ravagement of my body he took me again more gently. We cuddled like newlyweds until Bill announced it was time to clean up because the other partners would be there soon.

That night I met everyone. All of the guys were handsome and powerful and all of the girlfriends and wives were beautiful. I felt awkward but Bill whispered in my ear that I was as beautiful as any of them and that I belonged. That made me feel better. We all laughed, drank and socialized long into the night. Trays of food kept arriving and the booze kept flowing. 

As I mixed with the different couples and talked to everyone, my mind raced as to the sexual chemistry within the group. Everyone seemed very friendly toward each other and several sexual advances toward me were made. I was picturing a very wild party about to break out, but it never did. As Bill was steering me back to our cabana I wondered if tomorrow night would be different.

Back on our couch I quizzed Bill about everyone at the party and what was going to happen tomorrow.

"Well Kat, I will not lie to you. Tomorrow night the party will be wilder. Sex will be involved and partner swapping will take place."

"I kind of guessed that based on Palm Springs, but why didn't that happen tonight? Everybody was plenty lubricated on rum," I asked.

"It's like this. We work very hard and in truth, the wives and girlfriends get a little ignored sometimes. Tonight is for them. Much like us this afternoon, the boys will be giving their significant other their full attention tonight."

His explanation seemed a little strange, but made sense in some regards. I pressed him further but Bill said he had a better plan. He had me change into a tennis skirt, except without my panties. He then had me put on a silk blouse without my bra. I felt total exposed with my hard nipples prominently on display. My pussy was starting to get juicy, which I suppose was the idea, and I had no doubt Bill would soon discover that.

He led me out of our cabana and down the walking path to the furthest cabana occupied by Tony and Fiona. We snuck up close to the window, but Bill made sure we stood back a few feet so we wouldn't get caught. Fortunately the blinds were open enough for me to peak in. Fiona was sitting upright on the bed. Her body, which I had been secretly lusting after since meeting her, was gloriously naked. Her breasts heaved to an inaudible beat as Tony lay between her legs eating her pussy. I stared with rapt attention as waves of pleasure shown on her face. I felt Bill's hands on my hips as he pulled my skirt higher and began to rub the outside of my pussy lips.

We watched them for several minutes until Bill pulled me away and told me it was time to move on. I wanted to watch them fuck, but Bill was insistent. We made our way to the next cabana occupied by Jack and Cathy. This time I didn't have to wait as Cathy was bouncing up and down on Jack's generously sized cock. I felt my own pussy constrict in sympathy with Cathy as she rode him. Fortunately they had opened their windows to the ocean breeze and I got to hear Cathy's cries of satisfaction as she showered his cock with her love juice and collapsed into a heap on top of him.

Bill had three fingers in my pussy during this show. I was so infatuated with Cathy that I hardly noticed. My juices were running down my legs as Bill pulled his fingers out of my steaming snatch and directed us to our next encounter, this time with Mike and Sandy. Once again I found myself bend over outside a bedroom window. Once again Bill's fingers were penetrating me and once again I was enthralled by the scene before me. By the time our peeping of Mike and Sandy was done, my skirt had found its way to the ground and I was pleading with Bill to stick his cock in me. I didn't care if we got caught at that point, I needed him. He reassured me he would take care of me but I would have to wait a bit. 

We snuck back along the path bypassing our cabana and heading to number 5 occupied by Tim and Sarah. Peering through their bedroom window, we didn't see anything. We snuck around to the patio where we could see into the living room. Sure enough, a naked Sarah was on her knees in front of Tim. She was obviously pleasuring him and had one hand between her own legs. Bill and I had to kneel down behind some bushes to keep from giving our position away. Bill was behind me, as usual, only this time he was cupping my breasts and messaging my nipples through my blouse. He knows this turns me on almost as much as fingering my pussy and soon I was pushing my ass back against his groin. He responded by unbuttoning my blouse. I was expecting him to pinch my nipples, an activity I encourage, but instead I felt him slipping my blouse over my shoulders and down my arms. I momentarily felt nervous and exposed, but he cupped my breasts again and pushed his pants covered cock against my ass and my nervousness disappeared. Like my skirt, my blouse was left on the ground as I snuck naked to the last cabana.




Kat's Story Ch. 05



Kim had struck me as exceptionally outgoing during the cocktail party and Sam had made several overt sexual advances toward me. I wondered if that was why Bill saved them for last as we rounded the bend. Cabana 6 is set a little further off the path than the rest of the cabanas and as we approached I could hear the distinct sounds of a woman in the throes of passion. Bypassing the bedroom window Bill directed me straight to the patio where Kim was bent over the patio table while Sam drilled her from behind. I gasped at the shock, both of seeing them in that position and at Bill's abandonment of a stealthy approach. Kim looked up at us and smiled.

"Did I mention Kim's an exhibitionist, Kat?" Bill asked.

"No you didn't mention that detail, Bill," I replied. Bill was once again behind me and I felt his finger once again brushing past my pussy lips and into my honey pot. I felt myself take a sharp breath and straighten up a bit. Kim definitely noticed my change in posture.

"Isn't that cute. She didn't expect that."

Bill kept fingering my pussy with one hand while he cupped a breast with the other and flicked my nipple. Kim may have been the exhibitionist, but I was the one quickly moving to a public orgasm.

"You found yourself a fine lady," offered Sam.

"Yes she is wonderful isn't she," retorted Bill.

I was about to lose my self control when Kim told Sam to pull out. I had a vision of Bill pushing me to the ground to service him, but instead Kim took my hand and guided me to one of the patio chairs. She sat in a chair opposite of me and spread her legs.

"Let's cum together Kat. I've been thinking about you since the party."

I watched has Kim spread her pussy lips and plunged two fingers inside. She told me how beautiful I was and how it turned me on to have me watching her. I watched as Sam took up a position behind her and felt Bill moving behind me. Once again he cupped my breasts and squeezed my nipples. That was all the encouragement I needed as I proceeded to begin pleasuring my own pussy for Kim and Sam's amusement. Sam was jacking his cock behind Kim's head and she was moaning about how I turn her on. I frigged my clit faster and faster trying to keep pace with her. Watching her face contort in orgasm was the last straw for me as my own climax hit. We watched each other, both of us furiously frigging ourselves and climaxing over and over. As I started regaining my composure I saw Kim get up and move over to my chair. She knelt next to me just in time to catch part of the load spraying from Sam's cock. The rest splattered on me. I was still coming down from my high when Kim started licking the cum off my chest. I had to push her off my nipple when she started sucking it because it was too sensitive.

Soon after Kim gave me a cum tasting French kiss goodbye and Bill escorted me, still naked, down the path to our cabana. Once inside he quickly spun me around and to my knees. His pants were being pushed out by his cock which I immediately freed and took into my mouth. Bill fucked my face for a couple of minutes before directing me to the back of the couch which he unceremonially bent me over. I lifted my head as I felt his cock penetrate my pussy. I could see my reflection in the patio door. Our lights we on so it acted like a mirror. Bill was efficiently plowing my backdoor and I knew I would cum again soon. As I watched myself, the thought struck me that I couldn't see outside and perhaps everyone was outside. Had I been setup? It didn't matter, just the thought of that sent a fast moving orgasm rocketing through my body. Bill too must have been primed from our nature walk as I felt him almost immediately pull out after my pussy clamped down. Splat after splat of his hot cum hit my ass and back. I now had been jizzed front and back a mere 10 minutes apart. I collapsed on the floor in a heep, my breath coming short and fast. I felt like I was hyperventilating as I tried to calm down.

Bill left me to pour two glasses of wine and then helped me to the front of the couch. As we cuddled on the sofa drinking our wine, I couldn't help looking at the window. It was still a perfect mirror showing our intertwined bodies. I couldn't shake the feeling that somebody was watching us... and I liked it. I was definitely looking forward to tomorrow's party.



Kat's Story Ch. 06



That night I slept like a log. I curled up in Bill's arms and was out cold within minutes. I don't remember waking at all during the night. I remember having one vivid dream about Tim and Sarah right before I woke up, but that was it. 

When I woke Bill was out of the bed. I walked naked into the living room to find him dressed and setting out coffee. He gave me a passionate good morning kiss and said he was off to the meeting. He told me to order breakfast and that the girls would be around to collect me in about an hour. With that he was gone.

I looked over the room service menu, placed an order and jumped into the shower. I had just finished and put on my robe when there was a knock at the door. A young waiter brought in a tray with my veggie skillet, toast and more coffee. I had him place it on the patio, gave him a tip and saw him out. He also had brought a USA Today paper so I sat on the patio leisurely eating my breakfast and reading the news. As I was finishing, Fiona and Kim appeared. Had it been an hour already?

"Good morning sleepyhead," exclaimed Fiona.

"Good morning," I replied.

"We're going exploring in town. Get dressed," said Kim.

I put down my paper and turned to go inside. I wondered if Kim and Fiona would follow me, but they didn't. They sat down at the patio table to wait. They were dressed in resort casual attire so it didn't take me long to throw on a pair of shorts and a polo t-shirt. Within a few minutes we had met up with Cathy, Sarah and Sandy and were on our way.

We wandered around town stopping in most of the stores. The girls seemed all too pleased to be spending their man's money. Bill had not given me any so I didn't buy much. Just a couple of Key West trinkets as souvenirs. We found a local restaurant for lunch. The conversation was low key with no discussion of the night before. I kept searching for clues that anybody knew Bill and I had spied on them or a clue that anybody had spied on us. But no information was forthcoming. I tried to get somebody to give me a hint about tonight's party but none was offered. Apparently new players to the game have to learn as they go.

After lunch we headed back to the resort for some sun by the pool. We went our separate ways to change. I had brought a couple of swimsuit choices. I correctly guessed that the girls would be undressing to impress by the pool so I chose my skimpiest bikini. I threw a mesh wrap around my shoulders and grabbed my towel.

Cathy and Sarah were already staking out their claim to lounge chairs when I arrived. Both looked stunning in their string bikinis with thong bottoms and high heels. They obviously relished being seen. Cathy called me over and pulled up another lounger. I was surprised to see nobody else around. A waiter appeared to take drink orders. Sarah ordered 6 margaritas saying the rest of the group would be there soon. I asked why the pool was so empty at this time of day and the waiter said there is a second pool for the hotel guests. This one was just for the cabana guests. Nice I thought. A private pool complete with drink service.

By the time the drinks arrived the other girls had as well. I had to think the waiter must have thought he had died and gone to heaven with six hot women all showing off their assets to him. If he was nervous he didn't show it. He made sure to return often enough that we never wanted for anything.

About half an hour after we arrived, Sarah asked me to put some lotion on her back. She had been lying on her stomach and when I said yes, she reached around and untied her bikini top. I was pleased to touch her hot skin. She complimented my gentle touch and then urged me to do her legs and eventually her ass. I was getting hot and it wasn't from the sun. My nipples featured prominently in the display from my top. I'm sure the other girls were watching because soon all of them removed their tops. Fiona helped spread lotion on Kim and Sandy while I took care of Cathy and then we did each other's backs.

The next time the waiter came back, we were all lying on our stomachs. As I expected, Kim the exhibitionist was the first to roll over and order more drinks. The waiter's eyes were riveted to her exposed chest. This time he stammered a bit and as he turned to leave I could tell he had a lump in his pants.

"You're so mean Kim," exclaimed Cathy. "That poor kid's going to have to go jack off."

"I'd help him if he did it here," she replied.

I was getting hot, both from the sun and the waiter incident so I jumped into the pool. It was very refreshing. Kim jumped in after me while the other girls remained in tanning position.

Kim swam over to me and gave me the signal to stay quiet. I did as she asked as she wrapped her arms around me and gave me a passionate kiss. My head began to swoon. I felt Kim cupping my ass and then felt her pin me against the side of the pool. Her tongue was in my mouth and she grabbed my legs and wrapped them around herself. We were feverishly making out when the waiter returned with the next round of drinks. Kim didn't stop right away making sure the waiter got a good look first. She then got out of the pool and walked up to the waiter.

"Thanks for the drinks," she said. I watched her eyes. As soon as the waiter lowered his tray, she dropped her eyes. We all did. He was sporting major wood. Kim reached out and touched his crotch before speaking again.

"My, my, did we cause that?" she cooed. 

The waiter nodded.

"I'll tell you what. The sun always makes me horny. If you want to see more you can, but you have to give us a show."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, I was about to switch to my back to tan my front. The problem is I always want to masturbate when I do that. If you want to watch, you need to strip off that cute uniform and jack yourself off for us."

I couldn't believe Kim just made that offer, although I was not surprised that the waiter took her up on it. Quick as a flash, he was pulling off his resort logo shirt and then his pants.

"I can't be gone long or the boss will come looking for me," warned the waiter.

"That is up to you," chimed Fiona. "Get yourself off quick and you can go. We just want to watch."

The boy was starting right at Fiona, almost through her actually, while he began to stoke his cock. Kim shed her bottoms and was laying on the chaise, her eyes closed and her fingers busy. The waiter switched his attention to her. His cock was stiff. Not huge, average sized at best, I was a little disappointed. The other girls seemed quite pleased, however, I assume because they liked the power trip Kim was playing.

As I watched the scene in front of me unfold I noticed Cathy too had shed her bikini bottoms and was busily servicing herself. Then Fiona walked behind me and began messaging my neck. Oh how I longed for her to take me in her arms, but she didn't.

The waiter was jacking his cock harder and faster. Obviously he was going to pop. Quick as a flash, Sarah grabbed my margarita glass and grabbed his cock just as it started to spurt. She expertly aimed his spurts right into my glass. She then dunked the head of his cock in my drink to rinse it off.

She let go of his cock and walked over to me. As she handed me the glass, a special welcome to the group treat she called it, Fiona cupped my breasts making me shiver. I sipped the cocktail. It was saltier than usual, but the spooge really didn't make that much of a difference.

Apparently that was enough to send Kim and Cathy over the edge and they both climaxed within moments. I was more than ready to drop my bottoms and repeat their show, but Sarah announced that it was time to get ready for dinner. We picked up our discarded clothes and headed back to our respective cabanas. In the shower I couldn't get the sight of Kim and the waiter masturbating out of my head. My hand found my wetness and I diddled myself to a quick, although unsatisfying, climax. Bill was back from the meeting by the time I got out of the show. He asked how my day was and I gave him a full rundown.

"I told you Kim was an exhibitionist."

Our group of 12 headed into town for dinner. It wasn't fancy, but it was tasty. More drinks flowed and soon everyone was pretty loose. My whole body was tingling with anticipation. We headed back to the resort and over to Tony and Fiona's cabana. I had not realized it, but they had two bedrooms. The second bedroom had two double beds instead of the king beds found in the master bedrooms. Setup on the dining room table was poker chips and two decks of cards.

"No doubt you've been wondering about our special parties," Jack addressed me. "Well now you are going to find out."

Bill joined the conversation and explained that during a particularly wild night of drinking in the Bahamas a few years ago, a girlfriend swap took place. Over the next several meetings that evolved into a formal structure she was going to experience tonight. All the wives and girlfriends enjoyed a night of no guilt sex and the guys, well, no surprise here, loved it too.

"So what's the plan?" I asked.

"Well, the six of us are going to play a Texas Hold-em tournament. It usually lasts about two and a half hours. Before we start, six jobs for the women will be randomly assigned. At the end of the tournament, the party really starts."

"So I suppose these 'jobs' is what makes this exciting? Watching you play cards certainly isn't," I offered.

"Correct. The girls will explain the jobs, but they are all listed in these envelopes," Tim said pulling six white business envelopes out of a backpack.

Once again Bill took charge. He handed me the envelopes and a marker. He had me mix up the envelopes and then had me write the number of a card and a suit on each envelope. The five other women and I then sat down at the table. We arranged the envelopes in order by suit and then by number.

Sam then took one of the decks of cards and shuffled them. He began dealing the cards face up to each of us. The first round none of the cards matched an envelope but starting the second round Cathy got the three of clubs. The matching envelope was handed to her and Sam began dealing again. This process continued until all the envelopes had been assigned.

"Kat, the women now go into the bedroom and open the envelopes. There are clothes in this bag for three of the jobs. The other three are simply performed naked."

I wasn't sure if I should ask questions or protest, but the other women seemed perfectly happy with the plan so I figured I'd just go with the flow. We all walked into the bedroom leaving the guys standing around the poker table.

Once inside the relative safety of the bedroom I asked what was going on. Cathy told me to open my envelope and soon everything would make sense. I did. My job was to be a table hostess. Besides my job were waitress, dancer, fluffer and two called sex toy. Cathy, the waitress, was busy pulling the clothes out of the bag. She seemed more than a little disappointed with her assigned job. Kim, on the other hand seemed joyful as she too looked in the bag. Kim had been assigned dancer and pulled out an outfit which certainly looked the part of a stripper. Cathy pulled out a Hooters' uniform, although the shorts seemed shorter and tighter and as I looked closer, also had a vibrating egg sown into the crotch. She might not have liked the outfit, but I had to admit she was going to look great in it.

"The damn thing is remote controlled," she said to me pointing to the egg. "I have to serve them drinks while these tease me."

Kim handed me my uniform. It was simply a baby doll nightie. It was black and would do little to hide my charms. But at least it was something. There were no panties.

Sarah, Sandy and Fiona all stripped out of their clothes. Fiona and Sandy each hopped up on one of the beds. Sarah immediately dove between Fiona's legs and began eating her out.

Kim explained that Sarah was the fluffer. Her job was to keep the two sex toys wet and ready. 

"Sex toys?" I asked.

"Yes. Each time a player is knocked out of the competition, he comes into the bedroom. He has his choice of fucking either Sandy or Fiona. The next loser gets the other girl and so on. Allowances are made for Mike and Tony. They don't get their own partner. The second place finisher gets both of them."

I did the math in my head. There would be five losers meaning both of the girls would have three partners if they shared the runner up. Not a back "job" in my mind.

"What about the winner. What does he get?"

"Besides bragging rights, he gets two things. First, if he wants to, he gets to shoot a load down the throat of the table hostess. That would be you."

I looked down in embarrassment as I started to realize what my job might entail.

"Then after the second place finisher is done with the sex toys, he gets his pick of women to serve him for the rest of the night."

"Serve him?"

"Yes. The winner gets a slave girl for the night. The runner up get's the winner's woman as his prize."

"What if I don't want to be a slave girl for the night?"

"Don't worry; you'll be horny enough by then to play along. Here is another part of your uniform."

Kim handed me a butterfly vibrator. It wasn't the remote control kind, but as I slipped it on, I realized it would gently buzz my kitty without being strong enough to get me off. This was going to be a long night.

Kim gave me my final instructions as she transformed herself into a stripper. "The table hostess' job is to suck off the player who wins each hand. When the next hand is complete, she has to switch players. To make things more interesting, if you can get the guys to cum, they immediately have to drop out and they forfeit their time with a sex toy. Since you will only have about 45 seconds between hands, it will be a challenge to get them off. But toward the end, you can try to influence the champion by working extra hard on the person you want to finish second. It's my favorite job."

"So you've done it before?" I asked.

"I think we've all been there. Waitress is probably the worst. You get teased but you really don't have much of a chance of cumming unless one of the players decides to finger bang you next to the table. Come to think of it, you have the same problem, but at least you have lots of dick to suck. That counts for a lot in my book. As the dancer, I can tease them and give lap dances. That's fun, but really the only ones who will be cumming a lot are the sex toys."

"This doesn't seem like a good system."

"Don't worry. After we're done and the winner and second place man has claimed his prize, the rest of us pair off into a roving sex party. It will go until the guys can't get it up and the girls are satisfied."

That sounded more like my speed. Sarah had switched to Sandy by the time I had slipped on my lingerie. Fiona was busy playing with herself and both women looked happy as Cathy, Kim and I walked out of the bedroom to a chorus of cheers. 

The men were sitting at the table. They had all shed their pants. The cocktail table from the living room had been pulled over to the dining room. Kim turned on the stereo and popped the "stripper mix" CD into the jukebox. She stepped up onto the table and began a slow bump and grind.

Cathy took drink orders while the men ogled her cleavage and squeezed her ass. As she was walking to the kitchen, I saw Jack pick up a remote which had been sitting on the table and press a button. Cathy froze in her tracks as the egg sprung to life. She paused briefly and then continued walking into the kitchen. Bill asked if my job had been explained and I said I understood. He had me stand next to him so he could make sure the butterfly was on and then had me crawl under the table. I was totally turned on at this point.

I heard the first hand being dealt. It lasted about 30 seconds. I then saw a hand tap a knee. It was Tim I think. I took that as the signal and crawled over to him. I spread his legs enough to get between them and began massaging his cock. It quickly started to grow. Just as I took him in my mouth, I heard a tapping on the top of the table and felt Tim reach down and pull his cock free. That was the second signal I had to learn.

"You're going to enjoy her Mike." I heard him say.

I located Mike by the hand tapping his knee and went to work. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Cathy's legs return. She was returning with the drinks, no doubt. Hand two was now over and I was back to servicing Tim's cock. This process went on for about half an hour. My pussy was tingling from the butterfly but I had yet to taste the rewards of my labor. Bill announced I could take a break and I crawled out from under the table. All of the guys were still sporting hard-ons.

I stood back up and took a look at Kim. She too was taking a break. She had the benefit of being allowed to sit on a player's lap when each song ended. Of course that also meant she would be teased and felt up. Cathy was the one who looked worse for wear. The egg was certainly driving her nuts. The men would turn it on until she was ready to cum and then turn it off. That plus the constant attention to her ass and tits every time she came to the table had her in an exceptionally aroused state. I hoped Jack would have pity on her soon and leave the egg on long enough to let her cum.

I looked at the chips on the table. From what I could tell Sam was the short stack and the sex toys would soon be getting their first customer. Bill had me stand next to him and he casually slid two fingers into my overheated snatch. He lovingly finger fucked me while not missing a beat at the table. He appeared to be in first place which made me happy. If he won, I wouldn't have to be the slave girl.

Sam pushed all his chips into the pot and Tim called him. Sam had pocket jacks, but lost when Tim sucked out a queen on the river. Sam didn't seem too disappointed. His consolation prize was waiting for him in the bedroom.

I was ordered back under the table before Bill gave me the chance to come. I resumed my duties determined to make one of the men cum. The game continued this way for about another hour. One by one the players dwindled until only Tim and Bill were left. Cathy and Kim had both had orgasms. Cathy via the egg and Kim while sitting on Mike's lap and masturbating herself. I was still frustrated but determined more than ever to help Bill win. I heard excitement from the table as a monster hand was taking place. Alas, Bill took a bad beat and almost went broke. He called me out from under the table. Things were looking bleak. Now very short stacked Bill had no option but to go all in blind on the next hand. Tim called looking to end the game. Fortunately for me, Bill doubled up. He went all in on the next hand and doubled up again. He was now almost tied with Mike. The two jockeyed back and forth about 40 minutes. The blinds were so high that losing a few hands in a row meant you would be way behind. The wait was agonizing. I wanted to go back to sucking Mike to make him lose, but Bill kept me next to him so he could tease me more.

I watched in glee as Bill got a run of good starting cards and with a flurry put Mike away. Bill's king high flush beat Mike's queen and that was it. Bill was the victor. Mike didn't look too upset as he headed to the bedroom. Bill stood in victory and I cheered. Bill took my hand and led me to the couch. He took a pillow and placed it on the floor. He motioned me to my knees and sat in front of me.

"It's time for my victory blowjob," he said.

"Yes sir," I replied. "But I really need to cum. Will you take care of me?"

"That's against the rules, but I won't tell anybody if you finger yourself."

I was disappointed, but I knew I'd get fucked soon even if it wasn't Bill so I started slurping his cock while I diddled my clit. I made sure to give Bill a wet sloppy hummer while I vocalized my own moans louder than I usually do to spur him and our audience on. Soon he sent a good sized load into my mouth and like a good girl I swallowed every drop.




Kat's Story Ch. 06



I was well on the way to my own release. As Bill pulled his softening cock free of my mouth I noticed Kim frigging herself as she watched us. Remembering our masturbation session from last night sent me over the top as I rubbed myself with renewed vigor. I knelt on the pillow climaxing as I watched Kim continue to pleasure herself. As I was coming back to Earth she reached her peak. She had to steady herself on the back of the couch as orgasm wracked her body.

By this time everybody except Sandy, Fiona and Mike were back in the living room. Everybody except Cathy was naked. Cathy still had on the Hooters' outfit and Jack kept playing with the remote keeping her on edge. I asked Sarah how her evening went. She said she didn't mind eating pussy or giving the guys head to get them ready, but she preferred being a sex toy.

"My fingers are sore from fingering myself."

Everybody had a chuckle.

"Don't worry. You won't have that problem the rest of the night," said Tony.

Again everybody chuckled.

Mike, Sandy and Fiona now walked into the room. Somebody opened a bottle of Champagne and everyone toasted a game well played. When the glasses were empty, Sarah grabbed the bag by the door and walked back to the room. She unzipped the bag and reached inside pulling out a leather collar with a leash attached.

"Well Bill, who are you going to choose as your slave girl?" she asked.

I could tell by the inflection in her voice and the way she held the collar that she hoped the answer would be her. Bill was uncommitted. He told the girls to line up for inspection. We stood at attention while Bill inspected the troops like a general looking at new recruits. Of course the general would not have been holding a collar and fingering the recruit's pussies to see who was most turned on. Even though I knew Bill wasn't going to pick me, I played along with the game the other women were playing trying to get him to pick them. I also was watching the reaction of the other men since one of them was going to get me as a consolation prize.

I'm not sure why he picked Sarah, but in short order he collared her and she was led away on her hands and knees. Everyone began to scatter and I wondered what was happening until Tim approached me with another collar and leash.

"Don't expect me to be your slave girl, Tim," I told him. "I'll fuck you, but you're not tying me up."

"I like a challenge. We'll see rebellious one," he responded.

I didn't want to make a scene with Bill gone, so I let Tim put the collar on me but I told him I wasn't going to crawl. He snickered and said I would by the end of the night. He led me to the door and out into the cooling night air. The chill thrilled my naked body and I felt alive. I was completely at ease with being outside naked, although the collar and leash was a bit much.

We walked past Bill's and my cabana and I wondered what he and Sarah were doing. As I looked at the cabana, I felt a sharp tug as Tim snapped me back to my present reality. We reached his cabana without further incident. Walking inside Tim led me straight to the bedroom. I was hardly surprised to find leather cuffs adorning the corners of the bed. I was determined not to end up tied for his pleasure. I needed a plan. Tim unclipped my leash and told me to lie down.

"How about you lie down and let me suck your cock some more. Let me do the work for you," I countered. 

Tim looked skeptical, but since few men would resist that offer from a beautiful woman, he complied. I got him centered on the bed and then leaned over him. He cock was beginning to show signs of life as I took him in my mouth again and began to give him a slow, teasing blowjob. I wanted him primed and ready to fuck so I could make my move. He seemed happy letting me do the work. I was kind of surprised he wasn't holding my head. From the sounds emanating from his mouth, I'm sure I was doing fine. I lifted my mouth off his cock and started stroking it. 

"Baby, I didn't get fucked during the game," I began. "Will you let me ride your cock? I'll be a good girl after that, I promise."

Tim was enjoying my treating him like a king and doing all the work. He raised his hand and showed me his palm as if to say OK. I wasn't lying. I was ready to fuck, but it was also part of my plan. I straddled his hips and grabbed his cock. Slowly lowering myself onto him, I guided his staff into my waiting womanhood. Tim groaned in satisfaction. I leaned forward forcing my breasts down in front of his face and took his hands in mine pinning them into the bed.

As I began to swivel my hips Tim struggled to raise is head high enough to capture one of my nipples. Slowly I began to pick up the pace. Tim was urging me on which made me want to go slow. I leaned over further allowing him to suckle my breast. His cock was almost out of me and I knew this was my chance. I had his left hand next to the handcuff he had attached to the headboard. Popping off his cock and smothering his face in my bosom, I made my move by releasing his right hand and using my free hand to quickly snap the cuff on his wrist. I felt him tense a little, but I had a leverage position which made it difficult to me throw off. Still I felt a little like I was riding a bucking bronco as I struggled to capture his other arm and get it into the cuff. Once he was secured, I got off the bed.

"What the fuck are you doing Kat? This isn't in the rules," he shouted.

"There's a new sheriff in town," I replied. "You play by my rules."

I tried to secure his ankles but he was having none of it. I went to the center of the bed and took hold of his still hard cock. I gave it a hard squeeze followed by a couple of soft strokes.

"We and either do this the hard way," punctuated by another squeeze, "or the easy way," followed by more soft strokes.

Tim looked at me defeated. "The easy way."

"Goody!" I proclaimed.

I gave his cock a kiss and went back to the end of the bed. As I was securing his ankles I asked him about Sarah. Was she his slave girl?

"Yes. I found out she was submissive on our second date. I'm not really that dominant, but I've learned to enjoy tying her up and fucking her senseless. She'd be happier if I was more aggressive, but I just can't do more than spank her. Still she's great and I'm glad to make her happy. All I have to do is be a little aggressive and tell her what to do and she does it."

"Is that why Bill picked her?"

"I don't know. Bill's had every woman here."

Now that I had Tim secured, I had to figure out what to do with him. His cock was still hard so I figured more fucking would make me feel better. I got back on top of him and continued where I left off. Tim responded like he liked being tied down and shot his load way too fast. Now I was pissed.

"Damn you. I didn't come yet."

He looked pitiful tied to the bed beneath me.

"You're going to have to make me cum."

I stood up and moved up toward his head.

"Do you ever eat out Sarah?" I asked.

Tim nodded.

"Good. Then clean out your goo and don't stop until I cum."

I knelt with my knees in his arm pits and positioned my pussy right over his mouth. Tim snaked his tongue into my sloppy inner core and went to work. This was a position I could get to love. I leaned forward using the headboard for balance and ground my pussy into his mouth. He wasn't a champ pussy eater, but he made up for his lack of skill with enthusiasm. I continued to grind my pussy and clit on his face until I felt the first pangs of orgasm approach. I looked back toward his cock, but it was still deflated.

I let go of the headboard and grabbed his head forcing my pussy deeper into his mouth. I rocked myself to orgasm on his face. He was a sloppy mess, but I was temporarily satisfied. His cock had sprung back to life and as I stood back up, he begged me to fuck him again.

"Maybe later," I teased. "Don't go anywhere."

Turning out the lights, I left Tim tied to the bed with a raging hard on. I crept back to our cabana and peered into the window just as Bill and I had done the night before. I wasn't surprised to see Sarah sprawled across his lap receiving a spanking. I couldn't see his cock but I'm sure he was hard. He had tied her arms behind her back. Sarah was laying still and taking her punishment. She barely moved at all each time his hand made contact with her backside beyond the shake of her butt cheeks. I watched as Bill alternately spanked her and stuck his hand between her thighs to stroke her pussy. My own pussy was being turned on by this scene as evidenced by the moisture forming on my thighs. Even though I had cum not 10 minutes earlier, I found myself beginning to play with my pussy. 

Bill now switched to forcibly taking Sarah's mouth causing her to gag and drool. He held her head with one hand on the top and one hand under her chin as he used her for his pleasure. My steaming cunt approved as I fondled my breasts with one hand and my pussy with the other. At some point a must have moaned because Bill looked up right at the window. I'm sure I was covered adequately by the bushes, but he just smiled.

I watched as he pulled Sarah off his cock and spun her around on the bed. His cock looked angry as he pulled her into a kneeling position and took her from behind. I watched as her neck arched her head back in apparent ecstasy. Over and over Bill pounded his cock into the defenseless woman. I could clearly hear her moans through the thin cabana walls. My own pleasure was increasing. I wanted to join them. I wanted Sarah to eat my pussy while Bill pounded her.

I had just about made up my mind to join them when I felt two hands grab my wrists and pull them behind my back. I let go a yelp and I felt myself being pulled backwards through the bushes. As I came back to the path and into the light, Kim appeared before me. I didn't know for sure who was holding my arms, but his strength was enough to keep me in check.

"I thought I was the only exhibitionist in this group," she said.

I started to speak when she stuck a finger in my soupy pussy and twirled it around.

"Damn girl you're sopping wet. Was that Tim's doing or watching Sarah get what she needs?"

I blushed. "Both, I guess."

"I think you should come with us," she replied.

The man let go of my arms. I turned to look at it was Tony. I started walking with them and we ended up back at his cabana. Cathy, Sandy, Fiona, Mike, Sam and Jack were already there.

"I caught this one peeping on Bill and Sarah. What should we do with her?" said Kim in a mocking tone.

"Fuck her, of course," replied everyone in unison.

For the next hour I was the centerpiece of a wild orgy. Everyone took turns. I always had a cock or pussy in my mouth and if I wasn't being fucked, I had a tongue, fingers or a vibrator up my snatch. I came and came and came. By the time they were through with me I had nothing left. I lay spent on the floor, my initiation to the group complete. Kim leaned over me and asked if there was anything else I wanted. Sleep was all I could think of but then I remembered I had left Tim tied up.

"Shit, I forgot. I left Tim tied to the bed in his cabana," I exclaimed with regret.

"Don't worry," Kim said. "I knew about him all the time. We checked there before we captured you. We let him go. He's been with Bill helping fuck Sarah. Rest a minute and then we'll get you home."

I lay on the floor for several minutes before Kim and Fiona helped me up. The boys had found something of great interest on ESPN and were occupied so the girls walked me back to my cabana. We were all naked. I felt glorious.

We didn't bother to sneak around to the patio or peak in the windows. Cathy walked right up to the front door and went inside. We heard the unmistakable sounds of carnal knowledge coming from the bedroom. Walking inside we were greeted by the sight of Tim, lying on his back much like I had left him. Sarah was grinding her pussy up and down his cock while Bill was buried to his balls in her ass. Her face was contorted in a perverse pleasure as she rode their cocks with abandon. Bill looked at the door when we entered. Cathy took the lead.

"We brought your lady home. We wore her out good. She's a member of the group now."

Bill thanked her and the four women turned and walked out of the bedroom. My gaze was still riveted to the scene in front of me. This time I didn't feel jealous, I didn't feel embarrassed to be there and I didn't even really feel turned on. But I was interested in what Sarah was feeling. Not so much the cock in her ass. I knew I was working toward that with Naomi but I wasn't ready just yet. I wanted to see if her submissive side Tim told me about would extend to anybody willing to take advantage.

I walked up to the bed and climbed on above Tim's head. Standing on the bed, my pussy was just the right height to pull Sarah's head into contact. She didn't say a word and didn't hesitate. She started licking my cunt with gusto. The trio didn't miss a beat with my presence. Sarah kept her cadence slamming her pussy and ass onto their cocks while her mouth kept itself plastered to my pussy. I could feel her moaning into my cunt as I rubbed myself on her face. I'm sure she could taste all the other guys.

As you might expectd, this copulation didn't last long before Sarah climaxed triggering Bill and Tim to do the same. I didn't cum again, but I still felt good. The four of us lay intertwined on the bed until Tim and Sarah recovered enough to stagger back to their cabana. The sheets were trashed with nastiness so we pulled them off and just fell asleep on the mattress pad.

The next morning we slept in and had breakfast on the patio. Cathy and Jack joined us and talked about the night before. I queried them about how unusual the night had been. Was that an "average" party, better or worse? Surprisingly they said about average. There had been better, but really none worse. 

Late in the morning we packed up and headed back to Miami. We both had flights out that night in separate terminals so we said our goodbyes with a passionate kiss. Bill told me he really wanted to see me again and hoped I could visit his home in Chicago. I gave a non-committed acceptance and he was off.

As I waited at the gate my mind raced through the entire trip. The business dinner with his client, making love and having sex. I had the warm fuzzies thinking about the weekend when my phone rang. It was Naomi asking how the adventure went. I said I couldn't go into the gory details since I was at the gate. She convinced me to find a more private corner of the terminal and tell her everything. I sat in an unused gate as far as I could from the main hallway. In whispered tones I told her all the juicy details. I kept looking up to make sure nobody else could hear. The secrecy made me feel like I was in high school again talking about things I shouldn't be talking about. The conversation had another effect. I was starting to get aroused. 

By the time I finished my story, I knew I was going to need to do something about my pussy before we left. Unfortunately the flight was due to board in less than 10 minutes. I told Naomi my situation and told her I had to find a bathroom. She told me to be sure to take a picture with my phone and send it to her. 

I practically sprinted to find a bathroom near the gate. Fortunately there were no flights that had just arrived so except for one woman washing her hands, the bathroom was empty. I ran into the handicapped stall and locked the door. Quick as a flash I had my pants and panties down and was unbuttoning my blouse. I heard the door open and shut and I hoped that was the woman leaving and not somebody coming in. I jammed two fingers into my steaming pussy. The effect was immediate as I arched my back against the toilet mechanism. It was cold, but I didn't care. I started playing with my nipples and fingering my clit. I kept hearing boarding announcements over the PA system but they had not called my flight. My mind was a whirl of dirty thoughts as my body moved every closer to orgasm. I tried to keep my sounds to a minimum, but it was a losing battle. Finally as I crashed over the top, I let out a loud moan. Nobody in the bathroom could have mistaken that for what it was.

My body shook for at least 30 seconds, sitting on the toilet, now with three fingers deep in my pussy. As I calmed down I thought of Naomi and snapped a picture of my glistening fingers spreading my lips. My clit was engorged and clearly displayed. I added the message "thinking of you" and hit send.

I put my clothes back together and stood silently trying to determine if anybody had walked in. I didn't hear anybody so I exited the stall. Only one other stall door was closed. I tried to nonchalantly look through the edge of the door as I was passing it and a woman was inside. She was just starting to stand.

I hurried to the sink. I had to wash my hands. As I pulled them from under the water and grabbed a paper towel, the other stall door swung open and a mature, but still beautiful woman emerged. I hurriedly threw the paper towel in the trash and headed for the door.

I rushed back to the gate, but found the flight had been delayed half an hour. Damn, I thought. I could have waited in the bathroom and not been caught. I was sitting at the gate, still juicy but temporarily satisfied when the woman walked up to the counter. She handed the agent her boarding pass and checked in. As the agent was typing something, the woman looked my way, made eye contact and smiled. She said something to the agent who also looked my way. A little more typing, more smiles and the woman walked away and sat down.

I felt defensive as I watched her. I kept an eye on her while we waited for them to call the flight. When they called First Class boarding the woman stood up. Great, I thought. She's sitting in First Class. The woman boarded first. I hung back not wanting to face her on the gangway. I waited until they had called all the coach passengers before garnering enough courage to board. Walking onto the plane I realized First Class was completely booked except for one seat. I was in Row 2, Seat A, the window. The aisle seat across from me was open. The rest of the seats were full. Sitting in Row 2, Seat B was my mystery woman. My heart sank. I'd have to confront her.

I had to stand next to her when I stowed by carry-on in the overhead bid. My pussy was right at the height of her head. I knew my arousal scent was still present. You couldn't miss it in the bathroom and waiting for the flight had little effect on it since I kept thinking about getting caught. As I stretched to put my bag away I felt my blouse stretching and imagined the woman getting a good look up the inside of my shirt. Why did I think these things? I felt my pussy start to juice again.

I closed the overhead compartment and turned sideways to move into my seat. The woman turned her legs slightly but made no effort to stand and let me in. As I squeezed past her, she inhaled deeply like she smelled a flower. I was mortified and I'm sure I turned beet red. I took my seat and buckled my seatbelt. The woman introduced herself as Sylvia. I told her my name was Julie. She just smiled and said it was nice to meet me. She didn't say anything about the bathroom or what she had to have smelled. She just resumed reading her magazine.

The flight attendant came around with First Class cocktails which I gladly accepted and soon we were pushing back from the gate. I hoped to fall asleep like I had done on the flight out for two reasons. One, because I was exhausted and two, because I didn't want to deal with Sylvia. They dimmed the cabin lights and we began to roll down the runway. As we lifted off Sylvia put away her magazine and turned off her reading light. Great, I thought, she's going to try to sleep too. Instead, she then leaned over me to look out the window as the lights of the city gave us quite a show.




Kat's Story Ch. 06



I didn't like her invading my personal space. Her face was once again near my crotch and her shoulder was rubbing my breasts, but I dared not say anything. As we started to climb over the city and the lights began to fade away, she leaned back up toward her seat.

"So Julie, do you always do that in the bathroom before you fly?"