Pretty Kate part 5. Thanks to all who are reading; comments are welcome.

I sat on the sofa at home, having returned from a week in Cyprus with Kate’s family and their neighbour, Cathy.

After having had a rough, drunken, dominant session with Cathy and then finally breaking through my infatuation with Kate (my best friend’s daughter, who was a fresh 20 years old and 27 years younger than me), by enjoying a mutual masturbation session with her last night, I returned exhausted, suffering a bit of heat exhaustion, guilt, and hope for what might happen in the future with my new, young plaything.

I had returned with some stolen pictures from her phone of her in underwear. I flicked through them as I sat there, thinking about the week and overwhelmed by the urge to see her as soon as I could, even though I'd only said goodbye to her at the airport a couple of hours earlier.

I normally only saw her with her family, once a month, maybe once every two months, so there was no point in moping and spending all my time thinking about her. I needed some other distraction.

To say she had reignited my appetite for young flesh was an understatement. I had utterly no interest in women my age beyond the physical and getting my rocks off with them, like poor Cathy, especially since my wife of twelve years, Leanne, left me seven years back. She just disappeared one day in April after having drifted apart over the previous couple of years.

We had not had any conversations of any relevance for the last six months of the marriage and had not consummated it for the last three, with most moments of any intimacy for the year prior to that being perfunctory, without any excitement or lust for each other.

Of course, she had been fucking some other guy, earning twice as much as I did for about the last three years of the marriage, as one of her friends had told me about six months after she left. Had I been a saint during those last few years? No.

Her friend, Lucy, who confessed to my wife’s infidelity, was an absolute firecracker. Thirty-seven years old when Leanne left, she worked in marketing and knew Leanne through the gym. Dirty blonde, nice big tits, 5’5”, little bubble butt. We met occasionally at parties or nights out with friends. She used to refer to me as “Leanne’s hunky husband”, so I knew I’d have a shot one day if the situation presented itself.

She and Leanne had joined a burlesque dance class a couple of years before things ended, to my surprise. Even seeing Leanne leave to go to evening class in her outfit at that point didn’t do much for me, but Lucy came to pick her up one day when our car was in the shop, already dressed in her outfit and came in the house while she was waiting for Leanne to finish getting ready. Just came in wearing her basque with her tits poking out and a pair of fucking back fishnets and knee-high boots!

I’d already downed a couple of gin cocktails by the time she arrived, so I was feeling braver than normal when I opened the door to her.

“Well, look at you,” I exclaimed.

“Like what you see?” she replied, smiling.

“What’s not to like?”

“How tight this feels around my tits,” she joked back, grabbing her chest.

“Come in.”

I watched her walk past me with half her arse hanging out of her outfit. I stared at it jiggling past me. I pictured how good it would look with me taking a paddle to it for an hour or so.

“You look fucking great. How long have you been doing this?”

“Since my dancing days.”

I knew she had worked in bars before her current career working in marketing for a local charity. I hadn’t really explored what sort of bars they were whenever we had a chance to chat on an evening out.

“Dancing? In clubs, you mean? Didn’t know you used to be a stripper,” I toyed.

“I was the best, man,” she laughed, not denying it.  I started getting hard. I stared at her tits, knowing she was watching me. We looked each other in the eye. I heard Leanne’s bedroom door open upstairs.

“Definitely need some evidence of that sometime,” I said, before Leanne made her way downstairs.

They left together, and I spent the next couple of hours jerking off to the mental image of her semi-naked arse jiggling around my house.

A couple of months later, Leanne and I were picking her up from her apartment on our way to a mutual friend’s birthday. I was driving so Leanne could drink. Lucy jumped in the car in a little pink mini skirt and a silky black sleeveless blouse, a little pair of black stilettos on her feet.

We hit the club for the party and spent the night in a booth with about eight others. Leanne and I had had an argument earlier about a holiday that was supposed to have been booked, but I had some work commitments that had come in that I couldn’t manoeuvre, so we had date issues to sort out, and she had got the huff.

I danced a bit and eyed Lucy up most of the evening. We all spent a bit of time dancing together; sometimes I would sidle up to Lucy as she got drunker, and I enjoyed a couple of quick gropes of her arse over her pink mini skirt while remaining sober for the drive home. She pretended to be shocked and clapped my hand away each time with little determination. She would whip her head from side to side as I sidled up to her, and her long hair would flick across my face as she moved from side to side. I could smell her deep inside my nostrils; a peachy, fruity scent from her shampoo.

It hit 1 a.m., and I was ready to go. That gave Leanne another reason to snipe at me but as Lucy was worse for wear and wanted to go to home too, we left and jumped in the car home.

We dropped Lucy off and headed back, driving home in silence. We walked into the house, and as Leanne dropped her bag in the hall and was about to head up the stairs, I asked her what was wrong.

“Not sure I can do this anymore,” she replied.

“What does that mean?” I asked.

“Do you still love me?”

“Of course,” I answered, unconvincingly.

“It never seems like it anymore. You never seem to want me.”

“Rubbish.”

“Are you fucking her?” She had the nerve to ask me even though she was already cheating, not that I knew that at this point.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” I countered.

“Get that time off work sorted,” she stated and walked off up the stairs to bed.

I stood there shaking my head. I sighed out loud. I went into the kitchen and through the door to our garage. I picked up a gym bag that I kept a few items in and walked out of the house, locking the doors behind me.

I arrived at Lucy’s apartment about 15 minutes later. I grabbed the gym bag when I got out of the car and went to buzz her apartment. I was hard as a rock. And angry as fuck.

It took a couple of buzzes and a few moments, but then she answered.

“Yes, who is it?”

“It’s Jamie,” I said.

“Jamie? Is everything ok?”

“Wondered if you fancied a nightcap?”

There was a long pause on the intercom, and then she buzzed me in.

I took the lift up, tugging my aching dick through my jeans and found her door already open to let me in.

“Hi,” she said after I closed the door behind me. “What did you fancy?”

“Got any tequila? I’ll take a shot.”

“Sure.” We moved to the kitchen and I dropped my bag on the kitchen countertop. She had on a tiny white robe that ended just below her crotch, and her hair looked slightly unkempt as she had clearly gotten out of bed.

She poured a couple of shots of tequila for us both, which we downed straight away without speaking. I could smell cigarettes on her.

“Pour us another,” I said. I needed the courage after spending the night sober, although she certainly didn’t.

“You looked great tonight, Lucy,” I complimented her.

“Thanks, Jamie. Think my legs looked good in that mini skirt?”

“Definitely.”

“Wishing you could get your hands on them?”

“Absolutely.”

We downed another shot of tequila each. My rigid cock throbbed.

“I like showing them off. I used to love guys watching me dance in the clubs,” she teased. “Shame you never saw me in my prime.”

“Looks like you are just hitting your prime,” I complimented. “I think you should give me a lap dance, show me some of those dancing skills.”

She looked at me and smiled. “I don’t think so,” she replied.

“Why not?”

“Is that what you came here for?” she asked.

“Maybe. I’d certainly like to see some of your moves.”

I moved closer to her so our bodies were touching as I reached for the open tequila bottle myself. I lifted it to her lips and invited her to take another sip, which she did, keeping her eyes on me as she swallowed.

I took another gulp of the fiery liquid myself and then tipped the bottle over with my thumb blocking the spout before resting the bottle back down on the counter.

I ran my tequila-coated thumb up and around her lips, wiping the taste across them before poking it into her mouth as she started sucking gently. I savoured the warm feeling of her tongue and sharp little teeth on my skin as I moved my thumb from side to side in her mouth.

“I bet you know how to get a guy going with those hips as you sit on them.”

“You like having a lap dance, do you?” she asked coyly.

“Sure,” I replied and reached with my other hand to untie her towelling belt that was holding her robe closed with one slow pull.

“I don’t think that’s what you came here for,” she said, staring at me.

“No, I don’t think it was,” I agreed.

I snapped open the top button on my jeans in front of her. Then the next button followed, then the next. She looked at me in slight disbelief. I finished the buttons, pushed my jeans down to my knees, and pulled out my full, raging, hard cock.

“What the fuck?” she said.

I grabbed the back of her neck, spun her round, and threw her down across the kitchen countertop, holding her down by the neck.

Her robe rode up to reveal the bottom of her cute little tanned butt, and I yanked the rest of it up over her back to reveal her bare ass.

“Fuck,” she stammered, “what are you doing?”

“Just say ‘mercy’ if you want me to stop,” I told her.

I stared down at the peachy arse in front of me, nice and tight and firm-looking, subtly tanned, with some light, fuzzy hair decorating her fleshy buttocks. I squeezed and massaged her neck gently as I held her down while feasting on her legs and bum, deciding how to proceed. She wasn’t particularly struggling.

I kicked her legs apart roughly and gave her firm ass a hard smack with my free hand.

“Ah, fuck,” she shouted.

“I told you, say ‘mercy’ and I’ll go.”

I reached for my bag and opened the zipper. My BDSM bag didn’t come out very often these days, but I sensed Lucy was someone who could take a little rough play from time to time. I pulled out a bottle of vanilla oil and my favourite leather flogger, lying them down next to us.

Still holding her down with my left hand, I flipped open the oil with my other and started dribbling a good amount onto her quivering firm buttocks. Putting the bottle down, I then ran my greedy hands all over her cheeks, spreading the oil generously around her arse. My target glistened in the kitchen lights. I made sure to avoid her sexy crack; I wanted her butt hole nice and dry for later.

“Don’t move,” I ordered as I slowly started releasing my grip from the back of her neck, assessing if she was going to back out from what was obviously about to happen.

I took a step back, admiring the vision in front of me. She had incredibly strong thighs by the look of it, and a cute little barbed wire tattoo on her right ankle. She stayed in place, bent over the kitchen countertop without me needing to restrain her.

I reached forward and grabbed my flogger before stepping back again. I laid it down at the bottom of her exposed back before slowly dragging the long black leather tails back and forth across her shiny butt cheeks.

“God, what are you doing?”

I didn’t say anything.

“Jamie?”

“Tell me to stop,” I said.

She stayed silent as I continued teasing her cheeks with the flogger's tails.

“Are you going to be a good whore or a bad whore?” I asked as I started tapping the tails gently on her behind in preparation.

“You’re fucking crazy, Jamie,” she replied.

“It’s going to get crazy in a minute,” I snapped back. “Good whore, or bad whore?”

“Good whore,” she sighed after a short pause.

“Good whore, what?” I asked.

“I’ll be a good whore, Sir,” she answered, understanding the assignment fully.

“Good girl,” I said, starting to move the flogger with a little more aggression against her bottom. “Mercy. Say it if you want me to stop,” I reminded her for a final time as I stopped teasing her with the leather tails and paced around behind her.

“That’s a beautiful ass, Lucy,” I told her again.

“Thank you, Sir,” she replied.

I stopped walking in circles behind her and took my position about two strides away from her shiny, trembling globes. Her head was laid down on its side with her arms stretched out in front of her, clutching the other side of the kitchen island.

Deciding not to bother starting softly, I brought my right arm out above and behind me and brought the flogger down with a thunderous clap onto her right buttock.

“Arggghhh,” she screamed at the top of her lungs and lurched up onto her tip toes. “Fucking hell.”

The tail marks instantly brought up a series of beautiful red imprints on her fleshy, shiny cheek.

“Oh, God, oh God,” she sighed as she started breathing deeply.

I walked up closer to her and rubbed the wounds lovingly. “What do you say?”

Between gasps of air, she muttered, “Thank you, Sir.”

“Good whore,” I stated as I walked back to my position.

I took a deep breath and delivered another violent swing, resulting in another sound like a crack of lightning as a second contact with the same buttock was made, and she screamed out in pain again.

My solid cock felt a little release from the breeze created as my arm swung past it.

“Thank you, Sir,” she whimpered.

SMACK. I hit her again in the same spot.

“Thank you, Sir.”

SMACK. Again, the same. “Thank you, Sir.”

“Good girl.”

Her right ass cheek glowed bright red now, and little welts started appearing across her buttock.

I started tapping on it lightly again, giving her some relief.

“You’re going to be just a hole for me to fuck. Understand?” I asked.

“Yes, Sir,’ she answered, still catching her breath.

I gave her a final thrash with my flogger as she screamed again. Tiny specks of blood started appearing through her skin, like water through paper towel as I threw my bondage weapon to the side and moved up behind her.

I fondled both buttocks gently, admiring the difference between the two; one in perfect condition, and one proudly displaying the results of my administrations.

I grabbed my stiff pole and slowly searched out her tight little starfish, until my tip was resting at its entrance. I held it there for a few moments, enjoying the soothing warmth of her anus on my piss hole.

“Last chance,” I told her, wiggling my angry tip across the hot entrance to her crinkled passage.

“It’s just that, I thought we could…”

I cut her off by starting to slide my stiff dick inside her ass as she screamed at the top of her lungs.

“Arghhh, Jesus,” I sighed. I didn’t move. I clenched one of her arse cheeks with my spare hand as she kept screaming. I held myself still like that, deep inside her warm rectum.

“Fuck. That’s good,” I exclaimed. I tried to twitch my cock inside her.

“Oh God, oh God,” she screamed, kicking her legs out below me.

I kept my waist tightly pressed into hers to stop her moving too much and savoured the sensation at the base of my prick. She was clenching her ring hard in the shock, causing it to exquisitely pulse at the root of my cock as my pubic hair tickled the edges of her anus.

“Just breathe. Stay still,” I instructed.

“What the fuck?” she cried out.

“Shhh,” I whispered. “God, you feel good around my dick.”

“It hurts, Sir.”

“Calm down,” I tried to assure her. “I’m going to give you a good, hard fucking up here,” I said, giving my cock a little twitch inside her.

“Oh fuck,” she moaned.

I slightly and gently moved my hips from side to side, exploring a small change to my sensations.

“Oh Lucy,” I sighed. “God, what a tight little hole.”

“Urgh, urgh,” she moaned softly. “Thank you, Sir.”

I could feel her un-tensing slightly. I pulled off the little towelling belt of her robe through its loops. I set it aside on the countertop, reached under her as she lay face down and pulled apart the rest of her robe, pulling it off her. I threw it down onto the floor, revealing her full naked body in front of me.

She had a huge colourful flowery tattoo all over her back and two little silver studs pierced into her lower back. I wiggled my cock around inside her again, still having not withdrawn an inch.

I groaned in pleasure again, taking a fistful of her short dirty blonde hair.

I still hadn’t moved my cock inside her; it must have been about two minutes now. I was still rock hard in there with no lube.

“God, this is going to feel good,” I said. “Ready?”

“I’ve been ready since you walked in the door,” she replied.

I slowly withdrew for the first time and then started thrusting hard into her arsehole, pulling out to just the bottom of my bulbous head and pounding back inside.

She started screaming again in time with my thrusts.

“Fuck, fuck. Oh my God. Fuck. Take it. Fuck,” I shouted.

She kept screaming, but managed to throw a few breathless words in between.

“Argh… Yes, fuck it. Come on then, Jamie, do it. Fuck my little ass,” she squealed between screams.

“God, that’s fucking tight. You like that? I’ve been looking at that tight ass all night.”

“Yes, Sir. Fuck yeah. Come on. Fuck me.”

Her tight ring pulled outwards with my cock, the fleshy grip holding me tight like it was going to bring her guts with it before I thrust back in each time. I watched closely, mesmerised for about the next six or seven strokes.

“Urgh, urgh,” she started whimpering.

“Yeah, you like that? That’s what you were thinking about dancing with me tonight?”

She moaned loudly between my hard thrusts, burying myself relentlessly into her dirty hole.

“God, your cock is deep. Pull my hair, sir,” she cried.

I released and took another new handful of her hair as instructed and yanked her head back viciously in sync with my next assault.

“Oh fuck,” she screamed from her stretched-out neck. “Argh… urgh… fuck me, fuck me.”

I carried on working out in her passage as if I were lifting weights in the gym, bending my knees slightly and then thrusting back up in a steady, hard, aggressive rhythm.

“Give it to me, give it to me,” she purred. “Oh God, you’re in my ass. Fuck."

I slowed my pumping down slightly to observe my invader with more curiosity. It also enhanced the sensations my fat cock head felt against her dry rectum walls, offering me more exquisite pleasure.

“God, that’s nice,” I breathed. I started feeling the two shots of tequila we had consumed, pleasantly dulling my senses. “Tell me how my cock feels, slut.”

“Oh, it feels fucking good, sir,” she answered.

I took another grasp of her hair and tugged her head back firmly, observing her large back tattoo. I gave her bruised right buttock a hard, full-palm smack.

“Arghh. Thank you, sir,” she said as I continued my slower pace of pulling out and plunging back into her.

“This is how you used to get fucked at those clubs?” I asked her.

“You wouldn’t believe how I used to fuck in those places,” she hissed back.

She still had her arms stretched out in front of her, holding onto the other side of her kitchen island. I grabbed her left arm and pulled it back, holding it across the small of her back. I let go of her hair and pulled her other arm to the same place and held both of her wrists tight with one hand as I reached for her towelling belt from her robe that I had left on the countertop.

I pulled the belt around her wrists and started to tie a double knot around them. I pulled the double knot tight and slapped her on the back with my palm.

My cock was throbbing. I now had one hand holding the middle of the belt like the reins on a saddle, and my other, gripping her waist tightly. She had beautiful hips, not an ounce of fat on her; all that dancing had kept her in great shape in her mid-thirties.

I gradually started thrusting harder again in this position.

“Oh God,” she sighed.

I could feel her ring tightening and then opening with each thrust as she started to loosen up ever so slightly.

“That’s it, baby,” I moaned. Her twitching asshole felt wonderful. I squeezed her waist a little harder as I started grinding a bit more inside her after each thrust. Thrust, grind, withdraw, thrust, grind, withdraw. Setting a steady, consistent rhythm in and out of her dry hole.

“You feel so fucking good,” I moaned.

“Fuck, urgh. God,” she cried.

“I could ream you out like this all night.”

“Oh God. Fucking do it, fuck.”

I quickened my thrusts. I leaned back, arching my hips to drive deeper into Lucy’s grip, making sure she took every inch into her bowels.

“Oh fuck, that’s fucking deep,” she cried between heavy breaths.

“Bet you want to touch that clit, Lucy?” I teased.

“Oh fuck, yes, sir,” she gasped.

“Imagine rubbing your finger around it, teasing yourself.”

“Oh, God."

“Taking some of that cunt cream and rubbing it slowly over your clit.”

“Fucking hell. That’s good,” she said as I kept thrusting deep in her ass.

I took my hand from her waist and thumped her left buttock. “Sexy bitch,” I stated.

“Oh my God,” she squealed. “Yes, fuck me. Give it to me, Sir.”

“Do you want me to touch your clit, baby?” I asked sweetly. The sound of my groin slapping into her ass filled the room.

“Oh fuck yes, please, Sir. Rub that clit.”

“Well, tough shit, whore,” I replied and furiously started banging into her ass with violent force.

“Argh,” she screamed. “Fucking hell, oh fuck, yes, that’s so fucking good. Fuck me, fuck me.” Her waist was banging against the countertop. “Give me that fucking meat.”

I continued to piston my dick into her, heightening my arousal.

She started to thrust back towards me to meet mine a little.

“Urgh, urgh,” she moaned.

I could feel my pre-cum starting to leak into her, creating a small amount of lubrication.

I spread the top of her ass cheeks with a couple of my fingers to lust over the mess that was forming around my shaft and the edges of her stretched ring.

“Oh fuck yeah,” I said quickly. “You dirty whore, Lucy.”

“I am, sir,” she replied.

“I fucking love it,” I countered, beating her right buttock again with my hand. “What a fucking aphrodisiac.”

“Keep fucking me. Harder, sir,” she shouted. “Fuck.”

I took my hand off her restraints, grabbed her by the hair on her head, and roughly pulled her back off the countertop and lowered her to the floor.

We fell to our knees first as I still had my jeans around my ankles, and then I shoved her forward so she was on her stomach, never taking my cock from her guts. I must have been inside of her for a good fifteen minutes at this point.

“Oh fuck,” she moaned.

I leaned straight over her and pressed her head to the cold, wooden floorboards of the kitchen floor.

“Oh, God, you are so hard, Jamie.”

“Hard for this dirty ass,” I hissed, admiring the new angle of the messy joint between us.

“Do you fuck Leanne like this, sir?” she asked.

“Shut the fuck up,” I growled and smacked both her ass cheeks before removing the bindings on her wrists to free her arms. She moved them from her back and stretched them out in front of her.

“Right, I’m going to fuck this ass properly now,” I said, slowly moving down on top of her, so I lay directly on her prone body, with just my legs on the outside of her. With my head next to hers, I whispered into her left ear, “I’m going to really make you feel this in your stomach.”

“Fucking do it, sir,” she whispered back.

With that, I leaned up with my hands on the floor like I was going to do press-ups, raised my waist until I almost popped out of her and then dropped back down into her warm, tight channel with a thud, taking the wind out of her.

‘Phoooff, Christ,” she stammered.

Rinse and repeat. I thrust in and out of her like this for minutes. The sweat poured off me as I felt my arms struggling to keep me up. I was in better shape in those days, certainly not the ‘Dad-bod’ Kate had remarked on last week, but I started struggling and felt them giving out, so I lay back down on top of her again and put my hand round her neck for leverage as I started grinding my waist up and down into her from this slightly different angle.

“Sexy cunt,” I whispered to her ear.

“Fuck yes,” she whispered back.

I could feel my cum starting to boil up in my balls. She took one arm and moved it behind my head, taking my neck in her hand, almost lovingly.

“Come on, oh God, yes. You going to give me that cum, Sir?” she asked as I drove in and out of her.

“Oh, you whore,” I said.

“Fill me with that spunky load and then I’ll suck you clean, Sir.”

“Oh God.” I rammed my dick into her and started spurting. I held my cock down deep inside her and threw my head back as I cried out. “Argghhh, oh god, oh god, you dirty bitch. Fuck.”

“That’s it Sir, fill me up.”

I continued to pour my cream into her, filling up her filthy channel and engulfing my pulsing dick with my own cum.

Lucy let out a sob as I felt her rectum vibrate on the tip of my cock and her sphincter milked the root of my pole.

“Arghh, arghh, oh God, yes, fucking hell,” I continued.

“Oh, sir, let it all out into me.”

My whole weight lay on her, both of us breathing in and out steadily.

I took my hand from her neck and slowly rolled myself off of her. My still semi-hard cock slowly slipped out of her for the first time in about 20 minutes with a moist ‘pop’ and stood to attention as I lay on my back.

“God, I need to cum,” she sighed.

I knelt up to wipe some of the sexy slime on my cock across her bubble butt and then grabbed the towelling robe on the floor to properly wipe off the rest. She rolled up into a foetal position.

“Do it yourself then,” I said. “In fact, get on with it. I want to watch while I get my breath back.”

I kicked her round onto her back, and she sat up on her elbows, letting me see her tits for the first time.

Fuck me, they were incredible. Tanned, plump, huge nipples, still perky and only a tiny bit of sag to each side of her as she leaned up. Her legs were bent at the knees and spread open enough to let me see her cunt. She must have been a regular waxer, as there wasn’t a single hair to be seen above or around her sexy clam.

“Sexy bitch,” I exclaimed. “Get yourself off. Make me hard again.” The Sub/Dom vibe was slowly dissipating from the room.

She just looked at me, panting.

“Go on. Show me what little Lucy looks like having an orgasm; you’ve earned it. I’ll give you a little surprise if you manage it. That pussy looks nice and wet already.”

“It is,” she said as she moved her hand down to touch her lips that were protruding outside her smooth labia.

She touched her folds with a couple of fingers. Then she ran them down below her pussy to scoop up some of the scum on the floor and leaking from her anus to bring back to her lips to use as extra lube.

“Fuck yeah,” I said, starting to take my already hardening cock back in my hands. “That looks hot, baby.”

“It feels good, Jamie. Like you stroking that cock in and out of my arse,” she replied, running her fingers all over her lips and starting to itch her protruding clit.

Back and forth in a little circular motion she went, rubbing my dirty cum around her sticky box.

“Oh God,” she sighed. “I can’t believe you got me in this state.”

“You needed a good fucking. I could tell. You wanted to be taken. Have your body used for my pleasure. Just be a fucking dirty hole for me to jerk myself off in.”

“Oh God, yeah.” The pace of her breathing increased.

“You needed a hard fuck. To get sodomised. You dirty cunt.”

“Yes, yes, keep going.“

She started moving a finger inside herself, feeling out her wet, spongy pussy walls.

“I’m going to fuck you again in a minute. Fuck you till you beg me to stop. Till tears are rolling down your face.”

“Oh God. No.”

“Oh yes. I’m going to take you any way I want. For the rest of the night. My little personal fuck toy.”

“Urgh, God. Oh fuck.” She started moving her fingers all over her cunt and clit, faster and faster as I talked shit to her. “Oh, I’m going to cum, fuck yeah.”

“Are you? Going to cum for me, you little cunt?”

“Yeah, I am. I’m going to cum.”

I was pumping my hand up and down my erection now, breathing heavily. Ready to dump another load myself, even though it felt like I had just emptied myself into her.

“Cum for me. Show me that little puss squirting its cum over to me.”

“Oh God, I’m so close.”

“You sexy fuck, Lucy. What a pretty cunt. It’s begging for my rod.”

“Please… please… God.” She threw her head back at the tingling arrival of her climax.

“Look how hard I am for you and that cunt. Ready to pound that tight slit.”

“Fuck, fuck.”

“You piece of shit.”

“Oh, fuck, I’m coming,” she cried as she stuck three fingers inside herself and rubbed her clit back and forth with the palm of her hand.

“Sexy piece of shit,” I told her.

“Arrrggghhh. Fuuuck.” She kicked her legs out straight. “Oh, Goddd.” She shook with orgasm.

I could see fluid from her twitching cunny run out in three little spurts onto the floor.

I took my chance again with my now raging hard cock. I crawled over to her and pushed her back onto the floor on her back. I pinned her legs back over her shoulders, exposing both her holes to me.

“Oh God,” she cried, still in the throes of her orgasm.

I looked down between her legs. Her cunt did look inviting, but her ass again was calling to me for a second time. It was completely blown out. Bright red but completely closed up again. It looked like it would really sting, but I knew the initial re-penetration shock for her would give way to more ecstasy if she pushed through. Her cunt could wait.

I spat straight down on it and rubbed it over her rosy, bulbous and slimy anus with my thumb.

When she felt me pushing some spit inside and realised I was going in for another backdoor entrance, she looked up and pleaded with me…

“Jamie, please… Fuck my cunt for a bit. My ass is sore.”

“No way,” I replied.

“Please, God, come on… put it in my pussy.”

I put my filthy cock at her asshole. And pushed firmly.

She cried out. “Arrghghh, God, oh God.”

“Oh yes,” I sighed. “What a beautiful fucking hole this is.” I pushed hard all the way in as she screamed. Her legs flopped down over my shoulders. I started thrusting.

“Oh God, urgh, urgh. Fuck.” She moaned.

“I could fuck this all night, baby… yes. Yes.”

“Fuck, yes, yes.” She gave in. “Fuck me. Fuck me.”

The sounds of my thighs slapping against the back of hers filled the air as my arms on either side of her kept me aloft.

“You are going to make me cum again, baby,” I cooed.

“Fuck yes, do it. Fill my ass with your cum.”

“This filthy, sexy butt is going to get another load.” My cock ached. I was ready.

“Yes, baby, yes. Do it. Shoot that seed in my belly.”

“Arrrgghhh,” I cried and came for the second time in about ten minutes, my cock squirting my ejaculate inside of her.

My second orgasm didn’t last as long as the first, and I soon withdrew onto my knees in front of her, watching my second load pool around her blown anus and start dripping onto the floor.

We both sat there getting our breath back. She reached out to me with her foot and petted my thigh. I looked at her.

“Fun was it?” I asked.

“You’re a bastard, Jamie.”

“Sometimes it’s fun getting taken by a bastard, I guess?” I replied.

“What do I tell Leanne?”

“Tell her what you like. I doubt it’s going to last much longer.”

“You married guys are all the same,” she sighed.

“Yeah?” I enquired.

“Yeah. Frustrated, angry. Pieces of shit basically.”

“I guess we are,” I breathlessly agreed.

“My ass hurts,” she stated matter-of-factly.

“Good. You’ve got a fucking great body, you know.”

“I know that. I don’t need you to tell me that. And don’t go expecting a regular re-run of this.”

I shrugged.

“Do you want to take a shower?” she asked.

“Sure, thanks.”

I got up, pulled my jeans up so I could walk to her bathroom and took a hot shower.

Despite her warning, it wasn’t the last time we fucked, but nothing happened with her after Leanne left me. I think the thrill of fucking one of her friends' husbands left when Leanne did.

When I told Kate last week that I hadn’t been with anyone in the last seven years, it was the truth.

I looked down at the cum on my fist as I sat on my sofa after jerking off during my reminiscing. I looked across the room to see the group of pictures on my side table by the fire. Some friends, some family. There was a two-shot of Kate’s two brothers and one of Kate from Prom when she was eighteen.

I looked at the clock. It was 8 p.m. We had landed at about 4.30 p.m., and I walked in through my door about ninety minutes ago. I was shattered.

My phone pinged with a WhatsApp from Kate.

“Hope you are ok? I had a lovely time. I’m going to the doctor on Monday. Message me in the week. Let’s do something.”

She was going to put herself on some birth control so we could avoid any condom use. I stared at her picture on my side table.

I replied to her. “Will do. Exhausted. Hitting the sack early. X”

My friend Gary, Kate’s father, texted me the next day.

“Hi mate, you left your bag of duty-free in our airport cart when we said goodbye to you yesterday. It’s here when you want to get it.”

Hmm, I thought. Might not have to wait long to pop over there.

“Thanks mate, I’ll try and get over this week.”

I thought about texting Kate to tell her I would be coming. But I started getting worried about leaving my digital fingerprint trail on anything that might look out of the ordinary and I would never usually text her if I was coming over or just popping round. So, I gambled and decided to go over on Tuesday night after work, hoping she might be in.

Her car was on the drive when I pulled up around 6 p.m.

I went inside and saw Ellie and Gary in the living room.

“Hi guys.”

“Hi, Jamie. You ok? Recovered?”

“I think so,” I replied.

“David, Peter, Kate. Jamie is here!” Ellie shouted to the clan upstairs. “Your bag is in the hall,” she continued, referring to my forgotten duty-free.

“Thanks.”

“Do you want to stay for dinner, mate?” Gary asked. “We were about to call out for Chinese.”

“Er... sure... why not?” I answered, figuring it would give me a chance to hang around a bit longer.

Kate appeared from upstairs. Hair loose around her shoulders, a hint of make up, grey sweatpants and a white vest top.

“Here for your duty-free, J?” she asked.

“Er, yes.” I smiled at her. She squeezed my arm on the way past me.

“We are just going to order a Chinese takeaway. What do you want?” Ellie asked, dialling the number of the local restaurant less than 10 minutes away.

“Let me look.”

She pulled out her phone to look up the menu.

The brothers appeared from upstairs, and we all eventually ordered.

“Ready in 20,” Ellie said, hanging up the phone.

“I’ll go and pick it up,” Kate stated. “Jamie, come with me. I can take you in my new car; we only spun round the block before.”

Everyone looked over at me…

“Errr… sure thing,” I replied as innocently as I could. “How’s it going with it? Driving ok?”

“Yeah, it’s great, come on. We can go the long way.”

I smiled at her family and left with her once she had pulled her Converse on her feet.

We had 20 minutes to make a 10-minute journey.

“It’s nice to see you,” I said to her as we pulled out of the driveway.

“I’ve been dying to see you too. Haven’t really thought about much else.”

“Is everything ok at home? No one has said anything about the holiday?”

“No. It’s all good. I’ve not seen Cathy,” she teased.

“Haha. You look good. How’s that nipple piercing doing?” I said, reaching over and softly reaching for her right breast, where she had recently had a small silver bar inserted into.

She briefly closed her eyes and breathed out loudly as I made contact with her nipple from over her vest top.

“Keep your eyes on the road, miss,” I said.

“It’s nice. It makes my nipple more sensitive. I should get my other one done.”

I kept my hand on her breast. I could tell she was braless. I rubbed up and down on the bar that I could feel through her top with my thumb.

“Or somewhere else.”

“Where?” she sighed.

“You could get your tongue done? Makes giving head more pleasurable.”

“Haha, for you maybe…”

”Yes, for me. All I can think about is you giving me pleasure.”

I kept fondling her beast in silence as we drove to the restaurant.

I took her left hand and placed it on my lap, letting her feel my growing hardness.

“Ohhh,” she sighed.

“I’m getting hard,” I told her.

“I can feel it.”

“I can’t wait to suck your breasts again, Kate, and softly bite on that nipple.”

“Oh yes,” she sighed again. “That was so nice.” I continued to paw her right breast.

“Keep your eyes on the road,” I told her.

“I’m getting wet,” she whispered.

I moved my hand down to between her legs and pressed on her crotch through her sweatpants.

“Good, I can’t wait to taste you. Can’t wait to taste your little pussy.”

“Oh fuck,” she moaned.

I took my hand and lifted it to slowly move it down inside her joggers. I could feel a pair of little panties and dipped a couple of fingers inside to find her beautiful light hair that I was transfixed by four days ago.

“Oh God,” she sighed as I felt the car swerve on the road a little.

“Look at the road. Don’t look at me,” I instructed, searching out her honeypot. I found the cool lips of her labia, took a finger and gently stroked up and down.

“Arghh, oh God,” she sighed again.

I touched the wet centre of her young lips and rubbed softly.

“You feel incredible, Kate. Beautiful and soft. Wet. Warm.”

“Oh yes.”

I turned my finger up to just enter the small opening of her vagina and moved it around in tiny up and down movements. I leaned over to her and gently kissed her neck and whispered in her ear, “I’m so hard for you.”

We turned into a deserted side street a little way from the restaurant and parked up.

She turned to me, and we started kissing each other urgently.

“I want you so much,” I panted, my hand still in her knickers with a finger fully inside her now.

I pulled away from her.

“Get out of the car.”

“What? We have a few minutes,” she replied.

“Get out,” I said, opening my side door.

She got out; I went round her side of the car and took her hand.

“Here,” I said, leading her down the street where I had spotted the back of a terrace alley. I pulled her in and kissed her hard against the side of the wall. She put her hands on my ass.

I pulled away after a moment and stood and looked at her in awe, drinking in her blue eyes.

I took my erect cock out of my fly and placed her hand on it.

“Jerk me off,” I instructed her.

She looked me in the eye and started pulling on me with her fist.

“Ohhh, that's it, baby girl,” I sighed as I felt her little fingers grip around my heat.

I took a step closer and put my hand back down her sweats and into her panties again. I slid down past her pubes and put two fingers straight inside her steaming cunt.

“Arghhh, oh God,” she whimpered and fell forward into me, laying her head on my right chest. “Get me off, Jamie… please…”

She jerked me beautifully as my cock now lay between our stomachs as we hugged against the brick wall.

I could hear my fingers squishing in her young, moist pussy.

“God, you’re fucking wet,” I cried.

“Keep going. Harder.”

I plunged in deeper and scraped her spongy inner walls.

“Yes, yes. Finger fuck me.”

“Oh God,” I moaned. “I’m going to cum,” I said in surprise. I thought I would last longer, but I could feel it in my balls. We hugged each other hard with our free arms while our others kept molesting each other's genitals.

“Fucking shoot that cum out of that hard dick, I want to see it.”

I started groping her ass to get me over the edge as I started thrusting my fingers in and out of her.

“Come on, Jamie. Finger me. Show me that cum. Argh, argh. Oh, God.”

I pulled up her vest top over her belly and felt her cool stomach with the tip of my dripping hard meat.

“Oh fuck… Kate. Here it is,” I cried, grinding up into her stomach as my thick spurts started coating her pale, smooth belly. Some of it hit the bottom of her vest top; some of it dripped down onto her little blue belly button stud.

The warmth of my cum against her skin was all she could take, and she grabbed me harder and shuddered against my shoulder.

“Oh, my fucking, God… Daddy,” she screamed into my shoulder blade as I felt her squirting little jets of creamy fluid into the palm of my hand.

We covered each other's mouths for a deep, slow kiss. Both our eyes closed as I still held one of her buttocks tenderly.

Slowly, we started bringing ourselves back to reality in the back alley.

I pulled my hand from her panties with a little trickle of her sweet cum on my palm. I lifted my palm to her face for her to lick clean, which she did obediently. Then she ran a couple of fingers across her tummy to scrape off my cum before sucking on her fingers to taste me greedily.

I kissed her deeply again while I put my cock back in my jeans.

“I can’t wait to be inside you,” I said.

“I saw the doctor yesterday. It will just be a couple of weeks.”

I rubbed her face gently and kissed her again.

“There is plenty we can do before the Pill kicks in. Let’s go and pick up that Chinese. I’m starving,” she said.