The Wolf
“Oh my god, I did that?!” Red inspected my back as I sorely slipped on my shirt. I really couldn’t get a good view of it in the mirror. It felt like I had been mauled by a wild animal. In a way I guess I was. She ran her finger along a scratch causing me to suck in air and pull away in protest.
“Ouch! Yes, please don’t touch it!” I felt incredibly guilty, I didn’t deserve this sort of luck. I should have been caught. I almost confessed as soon as she woke up, but choked it miserably back down as she explained she had too much tequila and blacked out.
She kissed my cheek and went to the kitchen to take the kettle off the heat. “I can’t believe I got that drunk. I don’t even remember when we started drinking.” I had been spinning my lies all morning and she was believed me. I spent close to an hour in the shower trying to clean the dirt from every crack and hide all my suspicious scratches and hickies left by Kitten. But there was no way I could hide my back. Half the scratches belonged to Red anyway.
“Who were you talking to on the phone?” I asked her while stuffing my clothes under the bed. I didn’t know if I left any evidence on them, but I didn’t want to risk looking while she was there.
“One second!” I heard the clang of a metal spoon as she prepared her ‘early morning special.’ Which was simply instant coffee. She handed me a mug full of a thick black brew. She normally remembered I wanted cream and sugar, but I wasn’t about to make demands.
“Thanks.” She stared at me and waited until I sucked down some of the caustic drink, smiling sweetly as I took a slow, reluctant sip. I tried to act grateful and hide my disgust, it was like there was extra coffee and absolutely no sweetness.
“While you were in the shower I got a call from corporate.” Red drank hers with no hesitation. The more bitter the more she liked it.
“On a Sunday?”
“Yeah, there was a big problem with some of the accounts I had been working on. Apparently one of the higher ups really fucked it up. They need me to fly in and fix it.”
I really could use the time alone but tried to hide my relief. Kitten had given me plenty to think about. I was also completely exhausted. I tried not to sound eager. “Do you have to go?”
“No,” she said. “But I was offered a ten thousand dollar bonus if I left tomorrow.”
I dropped my coffee, a happy accident. She smiled proudly and I grabbed a towel from the laundry to wipe it up. “Seriously, that’s… that’s huge!” We were always struggling, and the upcoming wedding was a constant drain on our finances. Her family hadn’t been forthcoming to help with the expenses, but quick to make demands. They weren’t happy with the small, private ceremony we wanted.
“I’ll be gone two weeks. I leave tomorrow morning.” It felt like a weight off my shoulders till she added, “And there’s something about last night I… well I think we can’t just not talk about it.”
My stomach sank. There was so much about what I did last night I hoped she would never remember, let alone want to talk about. I tried to play it cool, but I think I was sweating bullets. “What’s that, Red?”
She stared at her feet, I don’t think I had seen her look that nervous before. That vulnerable. “It’s about… You know. What you tried to do.”
Still unclear as to what we were talking about, I didn’t dare make my own guess. “Um, what do you you mean?”
Her face turned as red as her hair. “When you wanted to try out anal.” She spoke so quietly I could barely hear speak. In all the chaos I had forgotten how our date ended. How she offered to let me do anything and how we both chickened out.
It was a relief though, it was better than talking about what I was doing in Pussycat Park. “Oh, that.” We both sat in silence for a while while guilt churned in my gut. “I’m sorry.”
“No,” she said tenderly while putting her hand on my leg. She wouldn’t look me in the eye. This was weird, we normally never talked about sex. It was just something we occasionally did and never mentioned. “It’s just a bit embarrassing. But I wanted to know why you want to try it. Doesn’t it seem dirty to you?”
“It might be a bit of a taboo, but that’s what made it seem fun.” I didn’t want to admit the truth, that I had wanted to stretch her out. That I masturbated to the thought of her gasping and clawing the sheets as I pounded her small, hard ass. But when she gave me the chance I hated how it made her act so scared. So I lied. “I thought maybe you might like it. I wanted you to try something new.”
“Really, so to you it’s the same as, you know, vaginal.” Despite thinking I had been fucked out over the past day, I was finding myself aroused by the conversation. I tried not to let that be too clear as she fidgeted in her insecurity.
I held her and kissed her on the nose. “It’s pretty much the same to me. I just thought it would be something we can play around with. I was worried we were getting in a rut.”
She nodded and gave me a weak smile. I could feel her tremble as she curled in my arms. “Ok, maybe… well maybe we can try again. But I’m kinda scared. Do you think we could work up to it?”
I adjusted in my seat, trying to hide the raging erection her response summoned. I remembered Kitten’s words from the night before. ‘Bet she’s tight as a drum’.
I wasn’t about to pass up a rare opportunity for her to explore her sexual curiosity, especially when they aligned with my desire. I tried to be very accommodating. “Of course! We can take it really slow. What did you have in mind? Maybe just the tip?”
She shook her head. “No, too much. When you were playing around it was overstimulating. I was thinking something easier.”
“Oh, so maybe a finger.”
“No, even that seems too rough.”
I was confused, unsure what could be left. “Than what?”
She flashed me the most innocent smile. “I was thinking maybe you could use your tongue.”
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Red
Ha! Fucker.
He stumbled on his words, trying to find a way to walk everything he said back. “You seem really nervous. Maybe we should talk about this later when you get back.”
Got the bastard right where I wanted him. “No, I’m worried I’ll lose my nerve. I want to try this now.”
“It’s just…” I woke up even more pissed at him than when I fell asleep. He had passed out after fucking me, still smelling of Kitten. I watched him soundly resting, planning on how I could conjure a little revenge before I met Mistress’ demands. She won the bet, and informed me I would be staying with her starting tomorrow.
Whatever that entailed was tomorrow’s problem. Right now all I wanted was to make my cheating fool squirm. I gasped and acted so desperately fragile. “Oh! You don’t want to? I thought you said it was the same. I’m sorry, you must think I’m disgusting!”
“No! Not at all! I mean, it’s the same when…” He cut himself off before he dug his hole any deeper. ‘It’s the same when I’m jamming my cock into it, but not when I have to taste it’ is what he wanted to say.
“Oh God, you think I’m a pervert! I’m… I’m so embarrassed! Just forget I said anything!” I whimpered and my eyes became watered. I could see the shame on his face as I gave my Oscar worthy performance.
“No, not at all! I’m sorry. I was just surprised is all!”
“So, you want to do it?” I buried my face into his chest, giving me a chance to let the wicked smile I was fighting out.
“Yeah, baby! Of course. Maybe tonight…”
“Right now!” I cut him off. He was off balance and I didn’t want to give him a chance to think.
“Now?”
“If I don’t try it now, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to.” I stood up and let my robe slide to the ground. I chosen not to bathe so all the filth of yesterday clung to me. Not only was I been marinating in our own bodily fluids, I also had the stink of Kitten’s sloppy seconds from when he came home. I felt nasty, which is exactly what I wanted.
He swallowed while sizing up my tight body, building up his nerve. “How do we do it. I mean, what position do you want to be in?”
I had never thought of having my ass eaten till last night. But I wanted this jackass to demean himself for me. Laying down or bent over seemed like he would really have to get his face in there. But maybe later. For now, I wanted to see the disgust in his eyes.
“That chair, in the corner.” I pointed to our least used piece of furniture. A friend gave it to us and we really didn’t have a place for the damn thing. Still, it had been too nice to throw out. It was a comfortable recliner that had no place in the bedroom, but our small living room could only fit the couch. Normally it was only used for storing unfolded laundry, but it was perfect for this task.
“Alright, so should I…. Oh.” I took him excitedly by the hand. I didn’t have to hide my eagerness anymore. I had the shithead cornered.
I slunk down into the soft chair, finding I could quite comfortably curl my small body onto the seat. I had danced ballet when I was younger, pretty damn good at it too. I still had some of that flexibility. I lifted my heels to the arms of the chair and dug them into the pleather. The poor little puppy still didn’t understand how this happened. “C’mon. Unless it’s gross.”
“Of course not.” He prostrated himself like he was about to pray at an alter. I slid my ass to the edge, which spread my cheeks wide and presenting it for a thorough inspection. He was stared at my asshole like it was a hypnotist’s watch. I guess I never really let him get that good of a look. I expected to see him turned off, maybe even repulsed. Instead he moved in with eagerness.
I was surprised he began with his lips, like the gentle kisses I used to enjoy. He looked me dead in the eyes as he embraced his undertaking, and a pleased sigh spilled out of me. Honestly it made me a little sad realizing he hadn’t kissed me like this in a long time. It was nice until I felt his damn tongue push, trying to force it’s way inside. “Ohh! No! Too fast!” I grabbed him by the hair and snapped his head back.
“Sorry, more gentle?” He wiped the spittle from his chin ready to correct his mistake. I noticed one hand was stroking his bulge.
“Don’t touch yourself, make this only about me.” I started slowly pulling him back in as I instructed him, “Not just gentle, but different. Try using just the tip of the tongue. Run it around in a circle. Take your time, we’ve got nowhere to be today.” I then realized it wasn’t just about humiliating him. Oh, that was nice too. But his little kiss had felt good and made me curious about different sensations.
“Like this?” He started all the bottom. It felt was odd, it was hard to describe without sounding a little fucking gross but here’s the best I can do: It felt like a slug, creeping itself around my cornhole. But in a nice way, like… really fucking nice. I couldn’t believe how much I was feeling it.
“Yeah. Yeah, that’s it. Keep going.” I watched him. When I planned this, I had expected to him writhing and degraded when he rimmed me. But he was into it. Oh, fuck he was! He put his hands on my ass, getting ready to squeeze. I winced, ready to retaliate and scold his roughness.
He stopped himself and his hands subdued their grip. Finally, on his own, he realized how to be soft with me. His gentle groping and slow spreading of my backside just enhanced the sensation. I returned the favor, rewarding him with soft moans and running my fingers through his hair.
“Good boy, just like that.” I had planned on getting a little revenge, but hadn’t even considered I would find… gratification. I carefully toyed with my swelling clit, finding new delights in the taboo sensation he tenderly provided.
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Kitten
After havin’ myself a nice long lie-in with Mistress on Sunday, it was back to work. I would have to pick my outfit carefully, my Big Bad Wolf had left quite a few marks on me that would take a while to fade. The hardest part of the morning was escaping my full length mirror. I liked lookin’ at my bruises and scrapes. Made me nice and horny, especially when I put on my ears and tail and twirled around.
I tried to entice Mistress to play, but she dismissed me. Said she had a busy day. I huffed and acted the brat, but she was unmoved. But I guess leavin’ her wasn’t going to be so bad. I wanted to see my new, favorite toy, so I put away my kitty gear and got dressed in my civies.
I took my normal window seat on the bus, and he got on a few stops later. He was funny, one look at me and I could see him get all flustered. He had that angry sorta hunger still lingering in his eyes. I think he planned on snubbing me, but reluctantly plopped down like he always did.
The bus hit a bump sending pain through my sore backside. “Ow!” My cry was like dangling a piece of meat before a starved dog. Heh, I had the poor fella addicted.
I couldn’t help my smile. I always tried to hide it, Mistress says it’s an awful tell. But thinking of his rough treatment brought it out of me. He normally was castin’ side glances and drooling over me. Today he was downcast. I probably had something to do with that.
I broke my normal rule about not talking in public, leaning over close and whispering, “Ya hung up on what I said?”
He seemed shocked, like the fact that I was capable of carryin’ a conversation never crossed his mind. “Yeah.”
I rummaged through my bag and found my cat shaped post-its. I loved those things, almost too cute to use. But I sacrificed one for his sake. I scribbled a note along with my cell number. “Here ya go, my stops coming up. We’ll talk later.”
I stood up as the bus slowed, gingerly bouncing my ass in his face as I stepped by. I probably made it more of a show than I needed to, but I figured he enjoyed seein’ the results of his handiwork. I even added a small limp to my step as I went down the stares. I’ll admit that was just layin’ it on thick. But the way his jaw slackened and his desperate stare showed it had the intended effect.
I wondered how he would react when he read it.
‘Sorry I fucked with your head when you were fucking my butt. Call me if you need to talk.’
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Red
“So you’re it?” I had not expected a fucking amazon to answer the fucking door. She seemed disappointed. “Come this way. The Director will be with you soon. Leave your luggage at the door.” I felt like a child next to her, standing eye level with her full tits. Her skin was the color of coffee beans and absolutely pristine. Not even her bald, shining head had the slightest hint of a blemish. “Is ‘Red’ a suitable name for now?”
“Um, sure.” She wore a tailored men’s suit and tie, my eye being drawn to the red leather belt that elegantly wrapped around her waste. Her womanly curves seemed enhanced by the suit. I found her confusing, aroused the way she was both masculine and feminine. I followed her in silence as she opened a notebook. She side eyed me, then her pen seemed to dance as she began making little marks and flipping through pages. “Who’s the Director?”
“You call her Mistress. I do not.” She was curt and cold in her responses. “How do you feel about incest fantasies?”
I stopped walking, putting my hands on my hips and sizing her up. “Excuse me?”
“Incest. You would make a good little sister. Is that something that you would be interested in?”
Kinda a fucked up question before giving someone your name. I would have thought she was fucking with me if she weren’t so god damned business-like. “No.”
“And that’s a hard no?” The pen danced as she began a flurry of shorthand in her book.
“Hard no.”
“Noted. Why have you stopped walking, you are wasting time.”
I felt a throbbing vein in my forehead. “I stopped walking because a complete stranger just asked me about my take on getting railed by an older brother.”
She began marching forward again. “Why would that make your legs stop? Move.”
As much as I didn’t like being bossed around, I didn’t know where the hell I was going in this ridiculously huge house. I scrambled to keep up with her long, purposeful strides.
She continued. “Do you like being choked?”
“No.”
“Tied up?”
“No.”
“Spit on?”
“Seriously, what the fuck!?”
Mistress opened a door near the end of the hall, looking as elegant and sexy as always. “Juniper, please. My guest just arrived. This can wait.”
“Director, we have less than two weeks. I need…” Mistress held a hand to her lips and Juniper begrudgingly quieted.
“Red, please come on in. Juniper, would you make us some tea?”
“No.” She wasn’t angry in her response, just straight to the point. She began to remind me of a robot.
Mistress beamed at me. “Isn’t she lovely. I love the way she denies me.”
“Why must you waste my time? I don’t understand what I’m supposed to do with this.” She gestured to me. It didn’t seem like she was trying to insult me, which actually made it feel worse. Her disappointment was a fact, not an opinion.
“Juniper, be nice. Red welcome to my office. Not by the desk, love. Too formal. Sit with me at the table.” I did as she asked as Juniper circled me and took her notes.
“Director. She’s short, lithe, and her body is almost boyish. There is certainly a market for her. But not as a dominatrix.”
I repeated the word. “Dominatrix?” It hung intriguingly on my lips. But I was being evaluated like a piece of meat and I didn’t much care for that. “Ok, everyone needs to take a fucking step back!” I pointed to Juniper. “Who the fuck is this?”
Mistress seemed to be having a great fucking time. “Juniper an accountant and my business partner.”
“Tall fucking accountant. And what is your business. And be straight, don’t dress it up.”
“Entertainment.” She went to a small cabinet and poured me a drink from this crystal bottle. The kind that let you charge way the fuck too much for booze. “Every few months we host parties. Invite only and the entrance fee is substantial. If our talent wishes, we also provide them with opportunities to meet with clients in more personal settings.”
I thought on this. “Ok, you’re still dancing around this. To be clear, you want to make me a whore?”
Mistress considered this as she handed me my drink I never asked for. “A bit of a vulgar term, but yes.”
I took a sip. It was smooth. I preferred it when it burned. “And you’re all whores too?”
“The Director is, I’m just the accountant.” Juniper answered matter-of-factly. She said ticking away with her pen. She closed her book and walked away. “This won’t work, Director.”
“I look forward to proving you wrong, my friend.” She nodded respectfully and Juniper closed the door as she left.
“So Mistress. I don’t want to be a whore. Are we wasting each other’s time?” I felt deflated. I didn’t know exactly what was going to happen today, but being corralled into prostitution wasn’t what I hoped for.
Mistress put her hand over mine assuringly. “Let’s put that aside. I only expect you to keep your end of the bet. I train you to train him and you attend one party. As just a guest if you wish.”
She had this sleazy way of saying that. The sort of vibe I always got from managers right before they fucked me over.
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The Wolf
‘Sorry I fucked with your head when you were fucking my butt. Call me if you need to talk.’
I pent more time reading Kitten’s note than working. I left for lunch early.
Red had gone on her business trip and I wouldn’t see her for two weeks. When she got back we would probably be doing nothing but wedding preparations until the big day.
Fuck. I should call off the wedding. That’s the right thing to do. Just tell her I’ve been cheating before it gets worse, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it.
I did need to talk. I hardly hung out with any friends at this point. Just working and going home. Everything I did, I did with Red. Anyone one of our mutuals would tell her. Kitten was the only person I could talk to.
Of course she picked Pussycat Park to meet.
“Hey there, hot stuff. You’re lookin’ droopy.” I regretted my decision at once. Just her voice, fuck, even her schoolmarm looking outfit turned me on. Just knowing how dirty she got while looking so innocent was in itself a turn on.
“Hi, um, Kitten.” She sat down on the bench beside me. The bench Mistress watched me throat fuck her within minutes after meeting them. I honestly didn’t know what to say.
She seemed to get that. “Kinda weird, huh?”
I nodded.
Fuck, those glasses turned my thoughts to molasses. She made me heated, just that primal lust washes over me when I see her. “So, I was kinda of into the moment. I was only tryin’ to give you some friendly advice and I think I might have gotten a bit carried away.”
“Carried away?” I shook my head, trying to clear it of her spell. “Carried away!? I believe the line you used was ‘Does it feel good to wipe her boring cunt off in my ass?’ Yeah, that may have been a step too far.”
She snort chuckled and slapped me on the back. “Ha! Yeah. That was a pretty good one. Ah, your making my cunt all damp just talkin’ about it.”
“Jesus!” I could feel myself blushing like a schoolgirl.
“Oh calm down. You were the one stuffin’ any hole you could squish your cock into. But I think I’m makin’ things worse for ya here. What’s do ya got rollin’ round your noodle.”
The ground was safe. Looking at the ground didn’t cloud my mind with visions of bending her over a playground swing and… Never mind. I suppose it did. “What you said about breaking up with her. Where did you get that from? I mean, you somehow knew it was my anniversary. What else do you know?”
“Oh, that.” I pondered it for a second. I didn’t want to spoil Mistress’ fun, but my back was in a corner. “Mistress knew. Don’t know how, she told me right before you got there. She knew it would rile me up, probably expected I would spill the beans. But all that stuff about Red, just a guess.”
I had a hard time coming to terms with that. “A guess? You got all that off a guess.”
She put her hand on my knee. She had such small, cute hands. I remembered how soft they felt when she held my cock that first night. “Informed guess. You were cheatin’ on your anniversary. I shouldn’t need to say more but I will. The way you fuck, well, you ain’t fucking her like that. If you did you wouldn’t be doin’ it to me.”
“What does that mean?”
She regarded me pitifully. “Listen, you’ve got a lot of enthusiasm and gusto. Like a lot, I enjoy it. But your technique seems to indicate you don’t get much practice. And you needed me to start the nasty stuff.” That sort of hurt. I knew what she meant, I had been clumsy at times to say the least.
“Alright, I see what you mean.”
She necessarily added, “And you ain’t never fucked a butt before. So that was a good indicator.”
I winced. “How do you know that?”
“Oh, Sweety. It was obvious. Let’s walk and talk. You’re makin’ me feel all pervy and shit and I can’t be sitting here stewing in my own juices. I need some air.”
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Red
“What have I got to lose. And I don’t welsh on bets.” I really didn’t have anywhere else to go. “By the way, how the fuck did you arrange for a sudden two week paid vacation from my job?”
“Red, I am a woman who knows people. Specifically I know a lot of rich, powerful people who don’t turn me down. Mr. Bradley is a close, personal friend of mine.”
“The CEO of my entire company? Bullshit. He lives in Baltimore.”
“Yes, most people fly in for our parties. It’s a taboo to engage in our entertainment if you live locally. You never know who you might run into on PTA night.” I thought about this. It really was the only explanation why I got a sudden call granting me leave.
“Ok, I’ll believe it for now. So what’s next?”
“A chat. But I would prefer you to be naked while we have it. Would that be a problem?” She was dead fucking serious. I had myself a laugh at that one.
“Is it your normal approach? To come at someone like a college bro at a frat party? Does that line ever work?” I matched her gaze. I’m sure ‘Mistress’ always intimidated doe-eyed girls like that Kitten. But I wasn’t going to fall for it.
“Oh, Red.” She licked her chops. “I like you a lot. But you will take off your clothes for me.”
“Ha! And why do you say that?”
She took a file off a bookshelf. “Because I will cheat.”
It had to be bluster. “So show me your cards or cut the crap.”
She tossed the folder to my feet and papers sprayed out. My eyes darted around. Various familiar forms and copies of every clerical document that defined my life. My employee reviews and report cards. I saw my resume and my fucking credit report. “I’ve already read them. I looked into you the day after I met your husband-to-be.” She laughed and shook her head. “You are a tragedy, my dear.”
“The fuck did you get all this?” She wasn’t interested in answering my questions.
“You did so well in school, near top of the class. Even a small ballet scholarship until you suddenly stopped dancing. Too bad, some of the performances were online. You owned the stage. There was far too much passion to walk away on your own accord. Who got into your head, I wonder? Now are you going to strip or shall I go on?”
I was seething, my fists were clenched at my sides. I wanted to hit her. “Fuck you.”
“Maybe later, love. I’ll continue.” Like a patient vulture, she orbited around me. “Despite summa cum laude sounding so nice on your resume, you couldn’t do any better than a shitty office job. You were poor, no nepotism, no friends in the industry. All you could do was work harder and smarter than everyone else. Must have been hard to realize that mean shit in the end. Now will you strip or should I go on?”
“I said fuck you!” I kicked over her table, sending her expensive decantor of booze shattering on the floor. Mistress didn’t seem to mind. “Go on then! Get it all out, I’m not stopping you!”
“Oh, Red. Thank you. I haven’t had this much fun in a long time.” She ran her hands over my shoulders. I tried to shake her off but her grip was like a vice. “You applied seven times for your promotion before getting it. Seven times. You were qualified for the job the day you walked in the door.”
“Let go of me.”
“No. Your performance reviews were top notch, you worked all the overtime. But always the bridesmaid never the bride. Do you remember when the branch manager gave his son the job right out of high school? His hair was still wet from the womb and you reported to him. That must have been humiliating. Will you strip or should I go on?”
“I’m done.” I wrestled out of her grip and went for the door. The bitch snagged me by my hair, dragging me back. She had be from behind, but I still fought and kicked. “Suck a cock!”
“When I suck a cock I make more than you do in a year. What’s a dick in your mouth ever gotten you, Red? A cheating fiancée? Do you know how easily he strayed? Kitten’s lips were wrapped around his cock in minutes. But you didn’t even shed one tear. This has happened to you before. Maybe not with him, but you’re used to lapping up other’s scraps. Now will you strip or shall I go on?”
I roared and screamed, fighting against her hold of my hair. I reached up and sank my nails into her wrist but she didn’t budge.
“I feel so special, Red! Am I the only who gets to see your pride? Where was that pride when you abandoned your dancing dreams to slave away as a corporate drone? When you sold out your life for a promotion? Not so haughty while you sat for months fingering yourself to that dog of yours was pumping his cock into my girl’s mouth.”
“I’ll never take off my fucking clothes for you. Let me go! I’m fucking leaving!” She finally relinquished her grip and I stormed toward the door.
“Then I’ll have you fired.” I stopped, her grin was like venom. “As easily as you were given two weeks vacation, I could have you terminated. It wouldn’t even take five minutes. And what does that leave you? A doomed marriage? Drowning in debt? That shitty little office on a third floor with no windows, why that’s all you have.”
“That… that’s not fair.” My feet wouldn’t move. I felt like I was gut punched. I knew it wasn’t an empty threat, and I wanted to vomit.
“I told you I was going to cheat. Your entire life, rise and grind. Rise and grind. Lowering your head. Eating the shit they feed you. All for that tiny little office. Now I am done giving you the choice. Strip!”
I fucking hated her.
I hated that she was right.
And I hated myself as I started unbuttoning my shirt.
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Kitten
“I’ve got a little bit of a thing for you, ya know? I was thinking about it the other day, and I think it’s because you remind me of me.” The sun felt really nice and the park was busy. Playground was chock full of kids and there were old people doing that little walk/jog thing they do in their colorful windbreakers.
The poor dog didn’t seem to appreciate the nice day, he couldn’t even look at me. I had him twisted up good. He stared at his shoes as I led us down the trail. “I don’t think we’re very much alike.”
“Maybe not now. I guess what I mean is you remind me of the way I was. Before I met Mistress. Religious family, maybe? That’s how it was for me.” The thought of family made me shudder. Hadn’t spoken to those pricks in years.
He seemed surprised I guessed that, but I really did know what he was goin’ through. “Yeah, my Dad was a deacon.”
“And I bet they are all excited for you to get hitched?”
He looked gloomy. “Yeah, they keep telling me how blessed they feel and are telling me how many grandkids they want.” He sighed deeply. “They told me they want three boys and three girls, like they were putting in a fast food order.”
I wrinkled my nose at that. “Yup, like I thought. Nothing wrong with that life of course. If it’s what you want. But they try and stuff you in that box. Makin’ us nothing more than broodmares and spunk shooters. So you feel trapped?”
He nodded.
“It’s just gonna get worse. And if you get saddled with a kid, well that’s it. Isn’t it? What are you gonna do, abandon the little shit?”
He nodded again.
“Listen, I can’t help you with that. You gotta figure out what you’re gonna do about Red on your own.” I looked around, we had just went around a bend. This was a good spot, one of Mistress’ favorites. People really can’t see you and the trees get nice and thick. “Hey Mr. Grumps, I’ve got something to cheer you up! You want to learn how to fuck an ass proper?”
He was adorable when he got flustered. I grabbed him by the collar and pulled him off the trail before he could answer.
“C’mon, lets get a little further out.”
“What? Kitten! People are everywhere!” He mouth protested but his legs kept walkin’.
“Yeah, I know. That’s why we’re in the woods. I would prefer to do this on the playground but those moms get so uptight.”
“I’m… I’m on lunch break. I need to get back.”
“Playing hard to get? You’re liftin’ from my play book. Go on then, but you’ll never see me again if you do. So what’s it going to be?” I didn’t wait for an answer, not like I really gave him a choice.
I found a spot I was happy with and dropped my bag. I started shimmying up my dress and raising it above my ass. Ha! That look in his eyes. Had him wrapped around my finger. “Did… did I do all that?”
I looked back at all the bruises and bites. “You mean all those teeth marks on my tush or the dripping pussy? Either way, you did that. Now, lesson one. Don’t spring it on someone. Gotta clean up the parlor before you invite guests over. Luckily for you, I try and keep myself ready to entertain.” I gave my ass a playful slap.
“Wait… do you mean…” Poor guy.
“You really don’t know much at all about bein’ a proper pervert, huh? Do you want shit dick? Because if the asshole ain’t clean, expect shit dick.”
“Oh.” He was such a blusher. Cheeks were bright red.
“You know what, let’s make this interesting.” I unzipped my bag and went for the discreet pocket I keep my road toys in.
“This isn’t interesting enough for you?” There was a rasp in his voice and a bulge in his pants. He was already getting impatient. Good, I liked him worked up. I tossed him a pair of handcuffs. He gave me this creepy grin that made my nipples tingle.
“Take my hands away. You’re gonna fuck me in the ass AND make sure I cum. If you don’t we’re through. I don’t wanna bother teaching someone who doesn’t learn.”
He loosened his belt and undid the button on his pants. Think it was starting to get cramped in there. “Anyway I want?”
I just assumed he was goin’ to put my hands behind my back. There he went, surprising me again with his initiative. “Yeah, dealer’s choice.”
He scanned the trees and his eyes lit up. He pushed me so I was facing big ol’ trunk and slapped a cuff on one hand. I realized what he was doin’, so I raised my arms up to help him. He threaded the cuffs over a thick, low branch. I had to stand on the balls of my feet and the cuffs cut into me as he secured my hands above my head.
“Aw, you dirty dog. Now your gettin’ it!” He tucked my dress into the waist to keep it out of the way. He gave my ass a slap, I knew he loved the bounced. “Step two. Lubrication. You kept playin’ around back there the other night. It ain’t just another pussy. You can’t just jam it in dry.”
He was groping my backside, givin’ it firm squeezes and digging in his fingers. Spreading the cheeks and having a peek. “Do you have any lube?”
“Fella, I am the lube. This might not work for every gal but I get pretty slick. Reach around and get what you need from my cunt.” I let out a nice, low purr for him as he roughly pawed at my slit and stole some honey for himself.
I couldn’t really look back at this point. My calves were already startin’ to burn. I heard the wet sounds of him greasing down his cock. Then he reached between my legs for a second helpin’ of my juices. Fingered me a bit too, greedy boy.
“Good, why don’t you put a little of that on my asshole too? I’m not as worked up as last time. You gotta make sure to be more careful when you play with other girls. I myself am no delicate flower, but they might be.” I could hear him kicking his pants off and his underwear fall to my feet.
He pressed his body against my side and I felt his stiffy against one of my ass cheeks. His hand slipped in my crack and he did what I told him to do. Then his hot breath is in my ear tellin’ me, “You’re a filthy fucking slut. Aren’t you?”
I was bitin’ my lip and squealed a bit in excitement. “Yeah, I am. And you’re a sick pervert who gets off when cute little girls beg you to stop. So take it easy at first.”
He reached around my torso, pawing at my dress and molesting my tits. “I thought you were a big girl who liked it rough.”
“Mmm, I do kiddo. But I’m trying to teach you something. I want to set you free, not train a slave. Now, some women are delicate. Treat me like that. I know it’s hard to imagine when your pressed against my juicy hams, but think of Red. Imagine what you would do to her hard, flat ass.”
I could feel him tense at that. He did not like it when I said her name. Probably why I kept finding ways to work it in. But he took the note. “So, slow and gentle?”
“Yeah, slow and gentle.” I did what I could to arch my back and push my butt out with what little wiggle room I had. I felt his thumbs on the inside of my cheeks spreading them apart. “It ain’t a huge target. Guide it in with your hand.”
I could feel him probing my anus, the sticky head of his cock carefully testing the waters. He rubbed it in circles around the hole. That felt nice, and he took his time with it. I wonder where he came up with that trick? Fuck, I was getting teased bad. Already regretting letting him take my hands away, I would of fingerbanged myself if I could. “Ready to be opened up?”
My hands gripped at the branch above me. I couldn’t help myself, I gave him a little whimper like he likes. “Is it gonna hurt, Sir?”
“It might, Kitten. But be a brave girl and try not to cry.” I winced and shook my head in affirmation. He loved my victim routine.
“Oh! Mmmm, please be careful!” He was slowly prodding, letting the tip of his slickened dick push further and further inside. It didn’t take long for him to slip the head, and I clenched hard to give it a good, firm squeeze. “Oh! Sir, please stop! You’re making me feel dirty!”
“You nasty tramp. Look how loose you are already. I’m going to ream you till you can’t even crawl.”
It was shameless how we flirted.
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Red
“I’m doing this for you, I hope you realize. It was distasteful having to threaten your job. It was quite rude of you to push me so far. Please be more respectful in the future.” Mistress pulled up a chair and sat with her drink. I wasn’t permitted to sit any more than I was allowed to wear clothes. “Red, I just adore the way you are looking at me.”
I was thinking about beating her with the most expensive bottle of alcohol. I growled at her, “Get it over with. Ask your fucking questions.”
“Good girl, now be truthful. What would you like to do to me right now?” Mistress asked while fixated on my tits.
“Spit in your face,” I didn’t hesitation.
“Perhaps another day.” She reached out and teased my nipple, rolling it between her finger till it almost hurt. It made my pussy feel hot. “Are you ever mistaken for a boy?”
I squirmed at her touch. I couldn’t fight against the arousal, which made the pleasure feel slimy. I grit me teeth and tried to hide it. “Yes, especially in jeans and a shirt.”
“I know many who fetishize your build. I also find it very fuckable. Does it turn you on to know that?”
I hesitated to answer. I wanted to say no, but the word wouldn’t leave my lips. Mistress eyes flashed, she caught my hesitation. She knew. “Maybe.”
“Maybe?” She pinched my nipple and tore a moan from my lungs.
I slapped her hand away and looked to the floor in shame. “Yes.”
She nodded. “Your pussy is bald. Why?”
I pinched my thighs together, I didn’t like her eyeballing my cunt. “I don’t know, I just do it.”
“You would look good with a bush. A lot more womanly.” She trailed her fingertips over my mons pubis. Fuck, I could feel myself dripping. ”It should be how you want it. Not anyone else. Just something I want you to think about. Let’s move on.”
“All of a sudden you give a shit about what I want?” I wanted to smack that demure grin off her fucking face.
“I do, Red. The problem is you don’t know what you want. We’ll get back to desire. I want to know where the anger comes from. Did you have a happy childhood?” My body twitched and Mistress’ eyebrow raised knowingly.
I didn’t need to respond, she saw it all over me.
“Did you live with both parents?” She rubbed her thighs together. She was getting off to my discomfort.
“Never had a Dad. Mother loved to point out how lucky he was to get away from me. That I was the worst mistake of her life.”
“Did you feel neglected?”
I scowled at her. “Only on a good day.”
Mistress suddenly stood up and raised her hand to hit me. I knew about being hit enough to know it wasn’t worth flinching for. She swung your open hand at my face and I stared her down and waited the pain. Mistress pulled back at the last second and nodded to me. “I’m sorry, Red.”
“Was that supposed to scare me.” I wasn’t a child cowering at the crack of a belt anymore. Mistress played games, I lived through the real thing.
“It was to understand you. You learned to give no feedback, no supply to your abuser.” She sat back down. “Was it only the two of you?”
“No, my Mother got knocked up by some rich asshole. She though she had hit the jackpot, but he simply ghosted her and left us with another mouth to feed.”
“Brother or sister?”
I started shutting down. I thought of leaving, fuck my job. I hoped we were almost done. I managed to weakly answer “Sister.”
Fuck. I could feel my cheeks burn. I choked back a sob but couldn’t hide my eyes growing wet.
“Was your sister ever beaten as you were?” I closed my eyes, trying to hide. But that just forced a tear down my cheek. I could only shake my head back and forth to tell her no.
My sister learned to run to our mother and cry to amuse herself. Lying and telling her I pushed her or stole her toy. She would be coddled and given treats to calm her down while I received the belt. I started to hide my my emotions, they only made things worse. They both fed off it.
But my sister always found new ways to get to me. Like when I came home from college with my first real boyfriend. I thought I was in love. The next morning I woke up and he was gone. I heard grunting coming from her room. There was no doubt what they were doing, but I looked anyway. Praying I might be wrong.
I remembered that smile on my sister’s face. The sadistic pride that she had broken me again. She just kept bouncing on his cock…
“You’re dissociating. Come back here.” I hadn’t realized Mistress had taken my hand.
“I don’t want to talk about that anymore.”
She nodded. “I’m sorry, of course. Now I’ve been hard on you. Just a few more questions and I’ll let you go.” She kissed my hand and released it.
“I’m done talking about the past.”
“That’s fine, I wanted to know what turns you on. Do you watch porn?”
I was thrown off by the sudden change of topics. “Yes.”
“Would you describe it as softcore?”
“It used to be. Till the last few weeks.”
She gave me a devilish wink. “So you like watching girls get roughed up?”
I shook my head and tried to remain emotionless. “Not just girls. I like seeing men fucked hard too.”
“Oh!” I had surprised her. “Does it turn you on like the video of your fiancée and Kitten?”
“I like it, but it it’s not the same. It’s better when it’s personal.”
“So it’s something specifically about him?”
I had been thinking on that a lot the last few days. I had an answer ready. “No, it’s not specifically him. I want the dominant one to belong to me.”
“So you want a feral dog on a leash? That is interesting. And would you like to see your dog fuck me?” Mistress finished her drink and put the glass on the floor.
I abandon my scowl. I gave her a look that made the hairs on her arm raise. “I would. I want to see you brutally fucked.”
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Kitten
“Please Sir, It hurts! Let me go, I won’t tell no one!” My lesson plan went out the window. After he got the basics of buggery, he took the initiative and reached around to finger me. He slid his cock out slowly. I tightened my asshole, forcing him to drag it from me . Two of his fingers worked in tandem with his dick, plunging roughly into my cunt when he thrust himself deep into my backside.
He grunted in sadistic delight and treated me to more. I loved the way his balls felt slapping against me. It felt damn good, but it could be better if I pushed him.
And push I did. “Real talk, Wolfie. I’m done being the scared girl, I need to tell you somethin’. You know, I don’t give a shit about you and Red, right? Oh! Harder!” I gripped the branch, lifted to my tiptoes with every thrust. “Don’t bore me with those problems anymore. I’m not your therapist, I’m here to… Mmmm! I’m here to fuck”
“Shut the hell up.” The handcuffs slid down the branch as we screwed till I was pressed against the tree. My shoulders burned and I felt the bark scraping against my face, but he kept his palm buried in my bush while his fingers focused on my pussy.
I was able to push my chest against the trunk to match his rhythm, welcoming him deeper inside me. “Just get it over with. Dump her, marry her… I don’t care. She’s trash to me. OW!” He bent his knees and trust hard upward, lifting me off the ground.
“Don’t talk about Red!” I was impaled on him, my toes barely brushing the ground as he bounced me up and down.
“I’ll talk about that skinny bitch when I feel like it.” I loved that lovely wet slapping sound of a good pounding. “You’re the one who brought her up the first night. Maybe you want her to watch this? Would that turn you on? Tears running down her cheeks as you show her what a depraved perv you are?”
“Quiet down,” he hissed at me. My moans always got away from me and I had attracted some interest of people on the trail.
“Can’t! Won’t! Make me scream!” He wrapped his free hand over my mouth. He squeezed my face till it hurt. It was hard to breathe and I felt dizzy. Fuck I was gonna cum.
He panted into my ear, speaking his delightfully hateful words. “After I’m done with you, I’ll leave you here. Take the keys with me. Gonna tell those dirty old men where to find you and your helpless, gaping asshole!” I was shrieking into his hand, his fingers had found just the right spot. So did his words. I guess he past his test because I was climaxing hard.
And of course that pushed him over the edge. Fuck, my ass swelled with heat as his giant load spilled out of me and down his legs. He held on tight. My arms ached as the handcuffs were cutting into my skin. My feet useless kicked as he spasmed and emptied himself. In the stillness I heard the dripping of his seed collecting in a puddle under us.
I thought he was done. After all, he didn’t have Mistress’ drug this time round. His chest pushed against my back as he gasped for air. What a good boy, he found a second wind. He picked up where he left off. “All those old filthy men taking turns with your ass and your cunt.” He was completely hard again, I felt my anus stretch to accommodate his swollen cock.
I sobbed into his hand like a broken whore. He deserved it, and I wanted to show my appreciation to his dedication.
“I’ll take pictures of them passing around your thick little body. Post it online and how to find you. How many men would show up for their turn? Dozens? Hundreds?” He readjusted himself and let my feet touch the ground again so he could screw me against the tree. His fingers kept goin’ and my head spun. I was already havin’ another orgasm. “I would watch for hours, and then I would…”
Wolf was rather single minded. He didn’t notice the couple on the trail stop. One of them was callin’ into the woods to see if anyone was there. It was a girl’s voice.
“After that take off the cuffs. Let your cum filled body fall to the ground surrounded by them. Is that what you want you slut?”
Oh promises, promises. Didn’t think that was gonna happen though. There was movement along the tree line, someone was moving toward us.
“They would be like animals. Tearing into your soft flesh. Fighting each other to claim the next open hole to violently ravage…” That’s when he noticed her.
The girl stumbled around, probably waiting for her eyes to adjust from the sunlight to the undergrowth. She was pretty, college age maybe? Fuck, barely out of high school. Had the look of an athlete and tan lines on her arms. Then her amazing blue eyes widened in horror as she finally realized what she was seein’.
She had gotten pretty close when she finally made us out. We stared at each other as he butt fucked me, Wolf wasn’t even slowing down for her sake. I could tell she was about to scream, probably didn’t look like I was willing after all. Since he couldn’t think on his feet I bit his hand and he released my mouth.
I winked at her. “Hey there, Pretty face.” I was droolin’ as I talked, fuck drunk and lustful bliss plastered on my face as her eyes pushed me to a third wave of pleasure. “Don’t be shy, you want a turn?”
A man’s voice called from the trail. “What’s going on in there.”
Her eyes lingered. Longer than fear would allow, she was fascinated. He clamped his hand over my mouth again and drove his cock hard into me. My muffled criees accompanied the bursting I felt inside me. A fresh load of sticky warmth consumed me as I felt him slide out leaving me feeling empty and dangling from the branch. He spoke to her in a low voice as he spasmed spunk onto my back, “Are you just going to watch?”
The man’s voice sounded from the trail again. “Everything all right in there, baby?”
“Y-yeah! I’m coming back.” She called. I could see this was probably somethin’ of a formative moment for the young lady, like we had planted a perverted seed in her mind. “Just a couple of cats screwing.” She said as she walked away, her eyes drinking in the scene as long as she could.
I just knew she was gonna touch herself when she got home. I wondered how hard she would cum, if she would find someone to do to her what she saw done to me. And the idea of that gave me one last small climax, a last little denouement as Wolf stroked what remained in his balls onto the back of my wet thighs.
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Red
I imagined him fucking Mistress for me. Violating and degrading her as I watched. “I would love to see your smirk disappear as he jams his cock in your throat,” I felt myself getting wet.
She was thrilled. Her eyes grew wide as she panted and ran her fingers up my legs. I was reminded of a shark, ready to sink it’s teeth into wounded prey. Mistress frightened me, and fuck, that turned me on. “More. What else would he do to me?”
“He would do everything I said. On my orders, your hair would be filled with cum and you would be forced to gargle his piss. I would hold you by the throat and look into your eyes when he fucks your… no! Stop!” Mistress’ slipped a finger shallowly inside me. “Mmm! God damnit! I… I didn’t say you could…”
“I didn’t ask.” I couldn’t help myself, my feet rocked on their own and I ground myself against her finger. “You deserve a reward for being such a good girl.”
I growled at her. “Don’t patronize me! I’m not a girl!” Fuck, I wanted to slap her hand away but damn she was good! Nice and slow, just like I like it. I ran my hands through my curly hair and bit my lip.
“You’re right. You are a Goddess! Let me show you devotion.”
“Fuck!” I gasped in a high pitched whine. “You bitch!” I was embarrassed how quickly I gave in to the sensation. She had pressed inward, so subtle but it made my knees tremble. How could such a little change feel so different? So much more intense?
“I’m enthralled by you, Red. When I watched you pleasure yourself the other night, I thought you would be rough and forceful. But you were so soft. So deliciously…” She brushed her thumb over my clit and it felt a whisper that spread through my body. “Delicate.”
“I’m… fuck. I’m not…”
“Yes, you are. It’s beautiful. You are full of anger. But you need tenderness. I’ll teach you to enjoy both.” There was no stopping the inevitable now, Mistress extracted the growing orgasm from my body with the precision of a surgeon. “I’ll start by teaching you to train your dog, make him your instrument of fury and disciple of your gentle needs. Would you like that?”
The word passed out my lips without a thought in my head. “Yes.”
It was hard to stand, my legs shook and I put my hands on Mistress’ shoulders to support myself. I kept swaying against the caress she provided. I had never came harder in my life, and with just one finger. One finger…
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Kitten
After that cutie ran away, Wolf realized how late for work he was. He made sure to thank me first. Such a gentleman. But you know, he said the funniest thing. He said, “Thank you, I think I’m starting to understand myself now.”
I packed my handcuffs away and wiped the spunk off my ass with some body wipes I keep around just for such an occasion. I take pride in always being prepared. “Oh? What did ya figure out?”
He puffed out his chest as he fastened his belt. “To embrace my dominance.”
I busted up laughin’. He looked like he was deflating. “Dominance? Oh, honey. Is that what you think?” I bounced on my legs to work out the pins and needles that had set in.
“What do you mean by that?”
“Listen, I should go. We’ll talk about it later.” I gave him a peck on the cheek. “Call me again sometime. I’ll pencil you in. You’re always fun.”
After that I decided to call off the rest of the day. The soreness had gotten to me and I wanted to go home and take a well deserved bath. But first I wanted to tell Mistress about what I did. She loved to hear about the dirty shit I got up to. If I did a good job with my storytellin’ I might get to taste her pussy today. That sounded nice.
There was a strange, cheap set of luggage at the door when I got home. I saw Juniper darting around with a folder under her arm. “Hey there June, where’s Mistress.”
“It’s Juniper, not June. She’s in her office.” It’s funny. The lady’s always so stone faced but I’ve been livin’ with her long enough to pick up on the nuances. And something was eatin’ at her. Not that she would ever tell me about it.
“Thanks, hon!” I was practically skipping down the hallway, enjoying the feeling of semen trickling out my ass.
I beelined to her office door and threw it open. “Hey Mistress, you’ll never guess who…”
“Ooooh!” This short freckled broad collapsed into Mistress’ lap. Mistress had a finger buried in her and the stranger’s cunt squirt onto Mistress’ shoes as she writhed against her. Lucky girl.
Then she locked eyes with me. It was Wolf’s girl. She looked awful pissed off for someone getting Mistress’ full attention. She sneered. “Fuck you both.” She pushed herself off Mistress. Her legs wobbled and her small body collapsed on the floor.
Mistress wiped her glistening finger off on the back of her curly crimson hair. She turned to me, “You’re home early. Kitten, let me introduce you to Red. Red, this is Kitten.”
I squeezed my ass tight, realizing her fiancée’s semen was about to drip out of me onto the floor. “Pleased to meet ya.”
Ain’t life funny sometimes?
