‘Someone might be in trouble,’ I lied to myself. ‘Better check it out and make sure everyone’s safe.’

Had I been legitimately concerned about the strange noises coming from the depths of Pussycat Park, I would have called the police. The primal part of me knew the faint sounds of moans and the occasional muffled scream were not the noises made by someone who needed help. Yet I convinced myself that following the siren calls of carnal pleasures down the dark trails was altruistic.

Of course, it wasn’t really called ‘Pussycat Park’. But the locals preferred to remember the oasis of nature in the middle of suburbia for the plentiful amount of stray cats that hunted there rather than the rich politician who branded the public land with his name.

By day it was a bastion of community. It had wonderful nature trails, a lovely little pond, and a playground far from the dangerous roads. Pussycat Park hosted music festivals, and birthday parties, and served as a sanctuary of recreation. But at night it was undoubtedly creepy as I stalked through the dark, following the perverse song on the wind down the shadowy trails.

‘What if someone needs help before the cops get here? I should tread carefully to get the drop on any bad guys.’ I had been doing a brilliant job of justifying why I kept my phone unlit and walked quietly toward the noises that grew ever louder. Yet with every soft footfall forward it was harder to deny those pleasured cries for what they were.

The trail opened up into the playground and dim safety lights softly illuminated the clearing. As I approached the lustful wailing ceased abruptly.

“I’m sorry, Mistress,” whimpered a voice. It was hard to tell, but I thought it was a woman. Perhaps a young man. There was an androgynous quality to it.

“You certainly are.” I had little doubt about this new speaker. The voice was smoky, sultry, and richly feminine. “Only a pathetic slut would fail at such a simple task. You must be punished.”

My eyes adjusted to the low light and I found them. One was sitting on a bench next to the playground, the other was standing. “Yes, Mistress,” the upright figure answered with a tremble. They turned away from their Mistress and stood still.

There was no doubt about it, the smaller was also a woman. She was naked and the appealing curves of her thighs and hips were that of a gym rat. Her body was toned and pleasantly thick. Each breast was a good handful. Her hourglass shape led down to a nice, round ass.

Mistress stood up. She was much taller—perhaps the same height as me. Easily more than a head above the fit nude body that shivered before her. She wore a long jacket, tied tightly around her waste. “Bend over. Head up,” she said with frustration clinging to her voice. The shorter woman obeyed.

At this point, I had abandoned any justifications for sneaking closer along the tree lines. I could not do anything else but accept my perversion for what it was. As I slowly looked for a better view, I couldn’t help but think there was something familiar about both of them. The curvy girl wore only knee-high socks and a pink collar around her neck that dangled a shiny charm.

The tall woman ran her hand over her companion’s bare ass, whispering words I could not make out before bending over and picking up a long, thin stick. She took her time, snapping off the leaves and smaller branches while her quiet lecture continued. Holding it up to the moonlight, the Mistress seemed happy with her work and immediately tested her switch against the exposed pale thighs.

“Ah!” The smaller one cupped her hand over her mouth.

“You are not producing results, Kitten. That is quite disappointing. And you don’t want to disappoint me, do you?”

Kitten shook her head and choked out a weak, “No.”

Mistress snapped the branch against her backside again to the tune of another yelp. “No… what?”

“No, Mistress. Sorry, Mistress.”

“There will be ten more. Count them properly.”

Kitten nodded, and I had crept close enough to make out their faces. They were so very familiar, but I still couldn’t place why. “One, Mistress.” Then she cried out in pain as stinging snap bit into her flesh. “T-t-two, Mistress.”

Kitten counted, shaking and on the verge of tears. Mistress whipped, taking her time between strikes so that her submissive never quite knew when the strike would land.

I watched, enthralled. My cock had began to ache as I realized how very horny I had become. I ran my hands down to my jeans, fondling the throbbing bulge. I contemplated unzipping and masturbating right there to the private show I stumbled across. I restrained myself, the thought of being caught in a state of self-abuse worried me.

“Five, Mistress!” I realized when she bounced from the next snap that she had stubby cat ears sticking out of her hair. Either a hair band or perhaps clips? She rocked back on her feet bracing for the next strike and I saw pink pads at the bottom of her socks. Paws. There was a theme carried through what little she wore. Her eyes widened with the next snap. If I had to say, she reminded me of a Scottish Fold.

Kitten sounded her eighth cry while I took a moment to look over Mistress better. She was the older of the two, given away only by the lustrous salt-and-pepper hair that ran down her back. Her skin was the color of honey and her lips were strikingly dark. Her sharp, ethnic features were far too classy to forget and I finally remembered where I had seen them both.

“Ten! Mistre-AHHH!” The last hit was struck before she had finished counting, surprising me to the point of nearly gasping in salacious shock.

“Now try again! And this time I expect results!” Her fury hadn’t yet resided. She grabbed Kitten by her messy, dark hair and pulled her head back. “Finger yourself! Moan like a whore! Don’t you dare try and keep quiet!” She grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her hand to her full, curly bush.

Kitten began to slide her fingers inside with a low rumble of embarrassed pleasure. Mistress, impatient and displeased with the slow introduction of the digits chose a rough correction. “I said loud!” Her hand wrapped over Kitten’s and her fingers plunged into the girl’s twat.

A loud gasp followed a wet squelch. Then a lustful scream escaped Kitten’s lips as Mistress finger fucked her. Her primal cries of pleasure made me feel hot and dizzy. I became entirely distracted. In my state of preoccupation, I had stopped looking at the ground. The tip of my shoe caught on a tree root, and I crashed onto the grass.

Kitten shrieked. Mistress pulled her fingers from her cunt and cupped her mouth. “Shhhh.” Then she looked at me. “It’s about time. Mr. Pervert! Please don’t run away.”

That was my first instinct, I was ready to escape. To run home and hope no one saw my face. Yet Mistress’ words kept me unwisely in place.

“Why is it so hard to find a good degenerate around here?” Mistress saw my hesitation and turned Kitten toward me, displaying her. She looked so enticing, so wonderfully adorable as she whimpered in her handler’s grasp. “You like this, yes? So be brave and come here, I won’t bite.”

My legs moved on their own, foolishly dragging me to the bait dangled by Mistress. “I… I was just… I didn’t…”

Mistress laughed. “Oh, please.” She held her Kitten tightly and I had gotten close enough to see the juices on the fingers she kept wrapped over her lips. I could read the word ‘Property’ on the golden charm dangling from her collar. “Now answer me honestly. How long were you watching?”

I swallowed, my eyes transfixed on the girl’s breasts heaving as she seemed on the verge of a panic attack. “Since you whipped her.”

“Good, now we’re getting somewhere. Why were you watching?” As she asked me this the hand over Kitten’s mouth curled and she slid two cunt-dampened fingers into her lips.

I watched them before answering. Mistress didn’t seem to mind my slow response. She reveled in the moment as she fingered the younger woman’s mouth with the same crass treatment she had forced on her twat before I interrupted. “I… I just did. Because I’m a pervert.”

“Thank God for that! And what a lucky pervert you are!” She studied me, looking over my face. “I recognize you.”

I also realized who they both were. It's not that I knew them by name; I knew them more by proximity. “I know you too. Both of you live close by? I see when I’m walking around.”

Mistress smiled cruelly. “Ah! Kitten, that’s who he is. Although he’s normally not alone.” She suddenly breathed in excitedly, a gasp of pure pleasure. “He’s got that cute little skinny redhead. Such a pretty little girlfriend you have.”

“She’s my fiancée.” The words poured from my mouth unimpeded. I had no idea why I volunteered that detail so readily. I had always been quite faithful, something I took pride in. Yet I smugly held my ground, casually admitting to the extent of the betrayal I was actively participating in. My days of haughty fidelity were done. It’s shameful how little shame I felt.

“Aw, isn’t that sweet?” She slid her fingers from Kitten’s mouth, while her grip on her pixie mess of hair remained fast. “Well?”

She was breathing heavily, her eyes cast toward the ground. “Yes, Mistress. Ah!” Mistress had begun fondling her, rolling a stiff nipple between her thumb and index finger.

I stood there chatting, as casually as you would with an acquaintance at the grocery store as a naked woman whined in pleasure as she was coarsely groped. “We saw you as well. Every time Red sees you two she says what an adorable couple you are.”

“And where is the lovely Miss Red?”

“Business trip till tomorrow.”

“So you’re just a stray dog tonight? We live so close but never actually talked all this time. Isn’t that funny?” Mistress asked Kitten.

“No, I mean, yes. Mistress. Yes, Mistress.” She was flustered. I liked that look on her. I didn’t want it to go away.

“You know, I ride the bus with you every morning and we never talk.” Kitten’s eyes went as large as saucers when I spoke to her.

Mistress regarded me with a poisonous smile. “Is that so? Why haven’t you ever said hello to the nice man?”

Kitten bit her lip, unsure of how to answer.

Mistress pulled her hair, shaking her head back and forth. “You wouldn’t be trying to keep secrets from me again? Would you my precious little Kitten?” Her words were laced with sinister sweetness, her smile carried macabre threats that made the younger woman bite her lips nervously. “Does this man make you nervous?”

She shook her head. “I… I see him staring at me sometimes. He pretends like he wasn’t when I catch him, looks away our out the window.” She swallowed and looked back to her Mistress. “I think he’s thinking…” She shrunk back into her Mistress’ arms. “He’s thinking dirty things about me.”

“I do,” I admitted. “But I never imagined you looked like this under your baggy, prudish clothes.”

“Oh.” Mistress considered this. She shuddered, a vicious wave of ecstasy rolled down her spine. “Oh! Isn’t this just perfect!” She released Kitten’s hair and walked to the bench while untying her jacket. Mistress wore expensive boots, tight gray pants, and a low-cut blouse that flaunted both her expensive jewelry and impressive cleavage. She sat down, next to a folded pile of what must have been Kitten’s clothes and spread her legs.

Mistress snapped and pointed to the ground between her feet. All her movements had a sensual drama that was hypnotic. Obediently, Kitten rushed over and fell to her knees. She faced me but did everything she could do to avert her eyes.

“First we are going over the ground rules,” Mistress said while stroking Kitten’s short hair. She preened and fussed with her and adjusted her ear clips. “She is my property. She is my toy. Therefore she is to be returned unbroken.” Her voice dropped, low and smoky as she amended, “Unless I tell you to break her.”

Kitten’s eyes went wide at the mention of being broken, and the corner of her mouth curled up. She blushed and her breathing became heavy.

“Of course,” I said watching them both. It was sexy to watch the smaller one be groomed and prepared. I could only imagine what for.

“Rule two. No names. There will never be names. For convenience, you may address me as ‘Mistress’. She will address you as ‘Sir’. And, well, you can just call my pretty little girl whatever you want.”

I nodded, “Yes, Mistress.” I was fascinated by the strange smile Kitten wore. Her teeth were clenched, her lips trembled, and there was a shameful look in her eyes. Despite it all, she seemed to be losing a desperate attempt to hide her delight.

“Last rule…” Mistress licked her fingers and finished flattening a resilient tuft of hair behind Kitten’s ear. “After tonight we don’t know each other. We don’t wave on the street. We don’t say ‘Hi’. When you ride the bus together in the morning, you are strangers. Break any of my rules and I’ll tell that Fiancée of yours exactly what you did.”

I had to ask. “And what am I going to do?”

“Tell Mr. Pervert why he’s here, baby girl.” Mistress reached into her pocket and pulled out a small bag.

Kitten squirmed, shifting from knee to knee. Her hand balled into small fists. “He’s… he’s going to…”

Mistress took her head in her hands and pointed it up to me. “Look him in the face and tell him.”

Kitten’s eyes were glassy and wet. She fought back a sob. “You’re g-going to use my whore m-mouth.” She was anxious, fidgeting in place. Yet that deviant little smile kept finding its way back onto her innocent face. “If that’s alright by you, Sir.”

Mistress praised her. “Good girl,” she cooed to her pet who again looked back to the ground. Then Mistress opened her pouch and began fishing around. “Do you have a preference in color?”

I blinked, staring at them with my jaw flapping open. My dick had swelled uncomfortably and I was not having the easiest time processing my thoughts. “What?”

Mistress pointed Kitten’s face toward me again. “Her lipstick. What color do you want them while she’s sucking your cock? Red? Pink? Black?”

“Black.” I began to loosen my belt.

“Interesting choice.” She tapped Kitten on her shoulder. Kitten shifted on her knees and faced toward Mistress, giving me a full view of her wide ass. Her muscular thighs still had pink welts from the beatings with the switch and I imagined running my fingers over them.

Kitten was suddenly spooked. She shook her head and begged, “Mistress! Please. I can’t…“

“No, too late now. This is happening.” Mistress had a note of cruel pleasure in her voice. She grabbed Kitten by the cheeks who pouted out her lips. Mistress applied a generous coat of the wet black paint. “You see, Mr. Pervert, I make her fantasies come true. All of them. And when I had her bent over the kitchen table the other day, fucking her hairy little cunt, she divulged a filthy desire she kept hidden from me. To be a cheap little prostitute, sucking cock in the park.”

“And I’m her first client?” My words made Kitten bristle. The hairs on her neck rose.

“Her very first.” Mistress put the cap back on her lipstick, smiled proudly, and kissed Kitten on the forehead. “I’m so proud of you, now be a good little cocksucker.”

Kitten turned back toward me. She remained nestled, or perhaps trapped, between Mistress’s open legs. Her lips were now glossy and dark. I could see a dripping wetness clinging to her thick bush. I grabbed her by the chin. She instinctively recoiled and began erratically breathing. “S-sorry, Sir.”

She was perfect, almost. I asked the Mistress, “Where are her glasses?”

Mistress popped a bemused eyebrow. “Her glasses?”

I reached out, and this time Kitten dutifully offered her chin. She wouldn’t look at me, but that horny grin was undeniable. “When she rides the bus she has them on.” I knelt, forcing her to look me in the face. “And when I imagine fucking her on the bus, she’s always wearing those nerdy glasses.”

Kitten gasped and clenched her fists. She squeezed her thick thighs together and lines of juices rand down from her glistening netherhairs. The lustful perfume of her cunt filled the air.

Mistress was quite pleased. “I told you, little one. Even if you dress like an old librarian people like Mr. Pervert are still going to have their twisted fucking cravings.” She grabbed the coat from the pile of clothes on the bench. She produced the black cat-eye frames that gave her that bookish, timid look that gave rise to my most warped desires.

Mistress handed me the glasses. I commanded her, “Look up here, Kitten.” She complied and I slid the frames onto her face. The lenses magnified her large green eyes. “What a pretty girl you are,” I stroked her cheek and she gave me a weak smile. “Now, take my cock out and put it in your smutty little mouth.”

She bit her lip and looked back at Mistress. Mistress pulled at the small hairs at the base of her neck and her tits bounced as she flinched in pain. “Do what the client says. And don’t you dare keep looking back. Be the whore you want to be.”

In the spirit of accommodation, I released the button at the top of my jeans. Kitten’s hand quivered as she reached toward my fly. Then her small hand pulled the zipper down slowly, the teeth pulling apart till only the thin layer of cum dampened underwear restrained me.

She panted as her cold fingertips slid over the top of my briefs and pulled them down. My hard dick bounced eagerly out of its cotton prison and spit a drop of precum onto her glasses. She reached up to wipe it away. “Leave it,” I said in a stern tone.

“I’m sorry, Sir. Yes, Sir.” She leaned in, my head swelled with my desire. She was nervous and flustered, and I enjoyed watching her struggle. Kitten held her breath and closed her eyes. Then she suddenly kissed the tip of my cock, leaving an adorable dark smudge from her makeup.

Mistress tittered with amusement. Kitten looked up at me with a mixture of shame and embarrassment. A strand of cum connected her blackened lips to my manhood. I put my hand on her head and pulled her closer. “C’mon, sweetness. Don’t be a scaredy cat.”

Kitten leaned in close and gently held my cock at the base of the shaft. She shut her eyes, stuck out her tongue, and closed her soft warm mouth around the top of my shaft. I exhaled with a low rumble of pleasure, realizing I had been holding my breath.

She was so gentle and apprehensive. Delicately running her tongue around the ridge of my phallic end, she suckled it with tender affection. She cautiously opened her eyes upward, matching my gaze as her cheeks turned crimson. And her whole body was trembling, creating a pleasingly unique sensation within her quivering mouth.

I was charmed by the innocence in her approach. She preceded cautiously. Every bob of the head took only a bit more cock than the last time. She ran the tip of her tongue along the base of my shaft, dragging it up to the head and readying herself for more. I could feel a pressure building, brought on by the surprising delicateness of a girl who longed for a stranger’s cock in her mouth.

I came suddenly, coaxed by the slightest gag when she lost her balance and fell forward. She caught herself on my thighs and I swelled inside her lovely wet mouth and burst into her throat. She choked again, which in turn made me ejaculate harder.

Kitten tried to pull back and rise to her knees. She fell again. She was pushed by Mistress’ boot that dug into her lower back. The cat girl finally leaned her head against me, preventing her from slipping and choking anymore. I tore my eyes away from the young woman at my knees to look at Mistress. She yawned, apparently unimpressed by the show.

I pumped Kitten full of my cream while cradling her head against me. She tried to swallow what she could, but couldn’t keep up with the load that filled her soft mouth. It spilled from her lips. Some of it dribbled down my balls, but most ran down her chin and dripped onto the black socks that covered her knees.

I pulled out and Mistress returned her foot to the ground. She put the lipstick pouch back into her pocket like she was packing up. I spoke to Kitten, “That was absolutely the most wholesome blowjob I’ve ever gotten.”

“Thank you, Sir.” She looked up at me, a chaste smile spread over her sticky mouth. She looked quite pleased with herself as she brought her began to wipe the cum from her chin.

“But you didn’t come here for the girlfriend experience, giving tender, romantic hummers. Did you?” At my words, her hands tightened into fists. “So stop acting like your fucking done here.”

Mistress perked up with a sadistic grin. “Thank God. I wasn’t going to say it, but that was boring. All saccharine and no meat.”

“I apologize, Mistress. I knew I couldn’t last long with your cute little slut. At least the first time.” I stroked her hair and she cast her eyes down. That horny debased smile appeared again. Her lips quivered, her teeth were clenched, and she kept trying to fight against it. I was becoming addicted to that look on her face. “What do you fantasize about?”

“I-I want to be used, Sir.”

Mistress leaned close to her and whispered in her ear, “Used like what?”

“Used like a cheap whore.”

The post-orgasm sensitivity had begun to dull. My hardon hadn’t even begun to subside, how could it with that thick little submissive before me? “You did it your way, now you’re going to do it how I want you to.” My hand that had been stroking her hair clenched a fistful of her messy black mop and pulled her in.

Mistress leaned back into the bench, her legs spread around her property. “This may be worth remembering yet.” She produced her phone and began to film us. I noticed her exited wetness had begun to soak out of her tight gray pants. “Mr. Pervert, be a good dog and make this enjoyable.”

Kitten’s smudged black lips were pressed against my testicles. She looked up at me with naive confusion. I looked at Mistress and asked her. “This little slut wants the real thing? I can do whatever I want to her?”

“Just her face. Everything above her shoulders is at your disposal.”

Kitten’s eyes widened and she struggled in my grip. She tried to pull back toward Mistress but I held her fast in place. I ran one hand down her face and wrapped my fingers over her neck, squeezing till she stilled. “And you’ll stop me if I get too rough?”

“No,” Mistress answered cruelly. Kitten began to hyperventilate, sucking air erratically as that telltale smile gave all the consent I needed.

I squeezed her neck and pulled the side of her face against my groin. I released her hair so I could swat her exposed, soft cheek. I smacked her face over and over as she choked out apologies. Her glasses went askew and I readjusted them as I educated her. “When I put something in front of a whore’s mouth, she opens and takes it!” I raised my hand again and Kitten winced. I liked that.

But mercifully, I allowed her a chance to correct her mistake. I pulled into position and she filled her mouth with my balls. She was gentle, like before. I had enough of gentle. I pulled at the roots of her hair. Her stuffed mouth muffled pained cries. “Harder,” I growled.

Kitten obeyed, slobbering and sucking. She venerated my scrotum by running her tongue across the coarse hairs and wrinkled flesh. My cock responded positively, bubbling out cum that dripped into her hair and glasses. She closed her eyes and I slapped the back of her head. “No, you don’t! Look at what you’re doing. You’re a nasty hooker, sucking dick on a playground. You shameless little slut.”

Mistress enjoyed what she saw, much more than before. She had begun toying her fingertips over the growing wetness between her legs with her free hand as she filmed us. It briefly occurred to me I should be worried about the camera. My mind went to my Fiancée.

In a brief moment of clarity, I remembered her. The sweet way I made love to her, always whispering words of passion and reverence. I should have felt shame. But I didn’t, I felt the frustration growing in me. How she would slow me down, tell me to be more gentle. How I held back so she could enjoy her cloyingly wholesome climaxes. How in six months I would be married to that…

I pulled Kitten off my balls. I offered her no quarter and jammed my greedy dick into her mouth even as she gasped for air. Her arms pushed me away and her throat revolted against the intrusion. But I wasn’t about to be denied. I stepped forward and with both hands, I grabbed her by the back of the head and forced her down my shaft until my dark red pubic hairs clung to her tacky lipstick.

Mistress moaned in approval as her Kitten’s face was ravaged. She pushed against my legs. She kicked her dirty socks into the ground, futilely trying to get to her feet. Cries of protest were smothered as I drilled down her silken throat. She gagged and shook her head, struggling for whatever air that would trickle into her lungs.

“Fight it if you like,” I threatened her through gritted teeth. “But this is my fuck hole now. Isn’t that right?” She looked up at me, tears running down her apple-red cheeks. She managed a nod of acceptance and wrestled against her instincts.

Her shaking little hands stopped pushing and wrapped behind my legs. She held on for stability as her knees began to wobble. Her cries abated and she concentrated on her breathing, learning to take in gulps of oxygen between the convulsions of her throat.

Her tongue flailed. Perhaps she didn’t know what to do with it, maybe she was just trying to find a better way to breathe. Her teeth roughly scraped the base of my shaft. She sucked and choked. The sensations built quickly into the next intense climax.

I couldn’t help myself, I came again. This time I was deep in her neck. She choked and coughed, but didn’t pull away. “That’s right, little girl. Swallow it down into your belly.” Her bespectacled eyes looked up at me, red with fresh tears pouring out, and did as she was told. Her ever-disobedient throat spasmed around the head of my cock, milking out the last drops as she choked it down.

I pulled out, like drawing a sword from its sheath and she coughed and fell to all fours. I let her have a brief moment, let her catch her breath and recover. Cum, spit, and sweat dripped onto the dirt below her face. Then she looked up at me, that perverted smile of ecstasy. There was excitement that betrayed her words. “A-are you done? Please, Sir. P-please don’t fuck my throat.”

Mistress laughed and chided, “Oh no! You musn’t fuck her throat! Wouldn’t that just be terrible?”

I certainly was not about to leave two ladies disappointed. What choice did I have?

I had never dared dream of doing this to my Fiancée. At least I never admitted to myself I did. I would try fuck her with all the tenderness that she enjoyed. But something primal always made me push her, harder and harder. And whenever she gasped or grunted in pain when I got too rough, it excited me.

For the first time, I pretended Kitten was her. My precious, delicate fiancée, my Red. I imagined the black pixie hair I grabbed again was curls of dark crimson. Pretending Kitten’s muscular, thick body was the pale, skinny one I was used to. The thought couldn’t last long, they were far too different. But I closed my eyes and thought of the freckles on Red’s nose as I positioned myself to violate Kitten’s throat.

She was still on all fours when I started using her face like a cheap cunt. There were no words needed this time. No veiled threats or coercion. She was primed and willing. So when I dropped to one knee, those soft lips with the black all but worn off opened. She accepted me into her mouth of her own accord. I met her enthusiasm, pulling her downward while thrusting my hips.

“Mmmmm!” The little slut moaned with pleasure at being used this way. Red, of course, would never. She barely liked my hand on her head on the rare occasions she went down on me. So Kitten’s zealous embrace of having her face fucked chased away any lingering thoughts of my fiancée and brought me firmly grounded into the moment with her.

It was something I had never experienced before. No glamorous notions of love. No illusions of a deep, personal connection. This was something savage, barbaric. And it was sloppy. Spit, phlegm, tears, and cum. They all poured from Kitten’s fucked face as her round ass bounced. The choking, coughing gags, and wet slurping loudly filled the playground.

“Have you ever imagined my girl like this?” Mistress was positively blissful as she filmed Kitten’s violation. “When you see her on the bus, is this what you wanted?”

“Yes,” I said, panting and sweating on Kitten’s back. I answered between labored breaths, " and more.”

“Tell me what you imagine doing to my sleazy fucking harlot.”

I stood up, bringing Kitten to her knees. I relentlessly slammed my hips into her face. She couldn’t stay balanced upright and fell back to a sitting position with her thick ass pinning her feet underneath. She reached behind her, desperately trying to find something to hold onto. “Sweet little fucking nerd. I want to molest her, tear open her shirt, lift her dress, and defile her.”

“Is she willing?” Mistress’ free hand had slid down the front of her pants. I could see her fingers moving as she toyed with herself. The answer was obvious, but she wanted to hear it.

“No… FUCK!” I was fighting another orgasm. I knew I wouldn’t get another. “She cries for help, looking to the other people. Begs me to stop.” I grew more unhinged every time my balls slammed against her chin. She almost fell, both hands planting in the dirt behind her back to hold her up.

Kitten’s eyes remained open, watching the desperate look on my face as I divulged my unsavory fantasy. I could see it in the way she stared at me, there was a twisted delight. She may have even been smiling. Of course, it was hard to tell for certain as I was balls deep into her mouth. The way she worked her tongue seemed to imply she liked what she heard.

“The passengers watch her, some look away like it’s not happening.” I lifted a foot and stepped onto the end of the bench between Mistress’ legs. Kitten’s head was snapped back and her neck strained. If I let go of her hair she would have fallen. “Others watch. They get close. Take pictures. Some jerk off, others wait for their turn.”

Kitten she brought a hand from the ground to her dark bush, relying on me to carry her weight. Her entire body quaked as she coaxed pleasure from her pussy. Mistress let loose a sultry groan and they seemed to be pleasuring themselves in near unison. Kitten’s perverted moans grew louder as her fingering found a steady rhythm.

Her eyes rolled back and her tears flowed down toward her ears. Mistress held the camera to her face and she looked back into it. I was thrusting downward, into her abused throat as her tongue lashed against my cock. It was painful, the orgasm I was on the brink of making my body ache.

As I began to cum Kitten threw herself away and fell to her back. A scream of ecstasy filled the park as she indulgently fingered her cunt. I fell to my knees, straddling her as my cum rained down. I roared in satisfaction and she writhed beneath me. Semen shot in ropes across her pert tits, into her hair, and across her crooked glasses that barely clung to her face.

Mistress asked her final question. “The little redhead, your Fiancée. Do you want to do this to her?”

I continued to spill down onto Kitten. My sweat dripped and my cock spasmed. I stroked Kitten’s messy cheek and imagined Red in her position. I wasn’t sure, in my post-nut clarity I couldn’t say if I wanted to do this to the woman I loved. But I lied, thinking they wanted the salacious answer. “Yes.”

“Do you really?” Mistress doubted my final answer, but didn’t press. And she seemed in no hurry and allowed us our time.

I lumbered over her as the orgasm waned. I stroked down onto the filthy cat girl as she cried and came over and over. I wanted every drop milked from my cock onto Kitten’s sexy little body. And her fists balled up. Her teeth clenched. She fought the smile and her lips quivered. The little slut was beyond happy, beyond satisfied. She giggled in a giddy sexual high.

I finally stood to my feet, unsure how one ends something like this. Then Mistress ordered me, “Hand me your wallet.”

I was still in a daze, full of pride and pleasure. I also felt confused, an odd sense that I should feel bad, but didn’t. “What?”

Mistress held out her hand. “She wanted to be a little whore. Whores get paid. Give me your wallet.”

My stomach sank as I wondered if it was all some strange, perverse scam. I remembered her camera and complied. “I… I didn’t bring much cash. I didn’t…”

Mistress held her finger to her lips. “Shush.” I awkwardly zipped up my pants and tightened my belt as she rummaged through my wallet. I wondered how much she would take.

“Now, you came three times? Or was it more?”

“Three… I think.”

“You think?”

“I… I never came that hard. Especially at the end. Maybe more.”

Mistress smiled. “We’ll say it was three.” She took out three crumpled one-dollar bills. “Come here, baby girl. Now you get paid. A dollar a load. We want to give a fair price for that cheap mouth of yours. You little cocksucker.”

She tossed me my wallet and threw the money onto the ground next to Kitten. My very reasonably priced whore rolled over and collected the petty cash in her lap along with one of her cat ear clips that had fallen off.

I watched her bent over, her ass in the air as she gathered the money. As she started to wipe the mess from her face I asked, “How much for the other holes?”

Mistress popped her eyebrow and looked back at me. “Excuse me?”

“I want more than her mouth. I want everything. How much for that?” I felt a depraved high as I realized I had surprised Mistress.

She laughed. “You hear that, little one? Loyal clientèle already! What a good hooker you’ve become!” She didn’t take her eyes off Kitten but addressed me. “I like you, but she’s had enough excitement for tonight. She has a lot to think about. But you see her every day?”

I was disappointed, but also a bit relieved. For all my bluster I wondered how much more I had in me. “Yes, nearly every morning.”

“Then I’ll modify our rules. You still cannot talk to her, but I want you to sit beside her when you ride together.”

Kitten gasped. “Mistress! Please, I’ll…”

“Quiet! I’m delighted with what you’ve accomplished. So let’s not sour it. Just get dressed.”

“Y-yes, Mistress.” Kitten cast her eyes down and started to put her coat on over her filthy body.

Mistress eyed me, deep in thought. “You have been a good dog. So you may sit right next to her. But you will still behave as strangers. But think about what happened here tonight. The nasty things you’ve said, the unforgivable things you did to her innocent little face. And if you’re a good boy, maybe I’ll have another use for you.”

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I went to bed that night, stewing in the mess of what I had done. It turned me on to know Kitten’s dry spit and smeared black lipstick still clung to me. I tried to get some rest, knowing Red would return from her business trip early the next morning.

Little sleep came. Every time I felt I was drifting, I was reminded of my depravity. Sometimes it was the smell of Kitten that still clung to my body. Other times it was a drifting memory of how Mistress watched in delight as I fucked Kitten’s throat. I masturbated over and over till I was sore, but nothing quelled the persistent new fits of hunger.

Exhausted, I decided to shower as Red’s arrival got close. Perhaps I was a bit paranoid, but I swore the lipstick had stained my junk. I scrubbed it till it was pink. Then I threw all my clothes from the night before into the laundry.

I felt like Red would somehow know of my unfaithfulness. Instead, she ran into my arms and kissed me. We did all the things lovers do when they reunite. We laughed, we dined, and we fucked.

She whispered how horny she had gotten thinking of me, and I wished I had felt guilty about that. I fingered her, went down on her, and made love in the gentle way she liked. She came softly and sweetly, as she always did.

Red wanted me one more time before bed. Nothing crazy, just missionary. Vanilla as can be, but nothing is wrong with vanilla. It’s the norm for a reason. However I couldn’t help but close my eyes and thinking of Kitten under me. I thought of the things I wanted. To be unrestrained to take her as I wanted. How I wanted that feeling of primal, rough lust.

Red breathed in sharply and her legs squeezed around me. “Oh! Gentle, please,” she cooed. I kissed my Fiancée lovingly and came in her.

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I didn’t see Kitten that Monday. Nor did I see her the next day. I began to feel like it had all been a dream, but on Wednesday she was on the bus. Her frumpy dress was a few sizes too big and cat charms pinned to her and her bag. She sat by the window, watching the world go by.

I took the aisle seat next to her, something I wouldn’t have ever done the week before. I had always chose to stand before sitting next to a lone woman. But Mistress had given permission. No, she gave me an order to do so.

We rode in silence. It was so mundane I had wondered if Kitten even clocked my presence. Then I heard her breathing turn erratic. I turned and our eyes met for only a moment. Her fists balled up. Her teeth clenched. Her lips quivered. And she fought against that depraved smile that lifted the corners of her mouth.

I became painfully hard as she turned back away. We sat that way until her stop arrived. “Excuse me,” she muttered while standing up. I barely moved, forcing her to drag her body against me. She bounced her ass and shuffled away. The smell of her cunt danced in the air. I tried to name the scent. Guava and leather? She had left her seat damp. I sat in her juices until I got to work.

This continued for nearly two months. I started making excuses about insomnia to Red. I went for late night walks through the park hoping to find them there. They never were.

A few times I saw Mistress and Kitten walking down the sidewalk as I had before. Of course they kept on walking as if we had never met, though I could see the cheeks of my little whore flush with embarrassment. Red said what she always did, “Aren’t they such an adorable couple?” I would smile and agree.

I had begun to wonder if that was it, if the wild night in Pussycat Park was my last shameful act of rebellion before I tied the knot. I loved Red, I wanted to spend my life with her. Hell, I loved fucking her too. But seeing Kitten on the bus, seeing that lustful smirk that drove me wild, I felt like I was missing out on something I desperately wanted.

Then one day as she was leaving the bus she reached into her bag and produced an envelope. She started breathing harder than normal. Her knuckles turned white as she held it to her chest. She was losing the fight against her shameful smirk more than usual. As her stop arrived she stood up and I nearly jumped out of my skin when she spoke to me.

“Excuse me, Sir! You dropped this.” I think she was trying to make it seem natural, but her acting was lousy. Had she just handed me the envelope discreetly no one would have noticed, but her attempts to hide the exchange just drew attention to us. It was endearing and for the other passengers, ultimately forgettable.

“Um, thank you.” I took the envelope from her and she shuffled off, an aroma of lust and a puddle was left in her wake. I discreetly ran my fingers into it and tasted it when I thought no one was looking. Earthy. Sweet.

There was a small object in the envelope, but I didn’t dare open it in public. When I arrived at work I went straight to the bathroom and carefully unsealed the package. There was a USB thumb drive and a note with only a few words.

It was Mistress’ handwriting. I had no doubt about that, a classy sort of calligraphy with beautifully elegant loops and curls. It just had a time and place listed.

‘Saturday, 11:00 Pm. The Bench.’

My cock ached and I thought of Kitten’s smile. What could they have planned? I fidgeted with the thumb drive.

Then I stared at the note as a horrible thought came to mind.

Saturday. My five year anniversary.

“Fuck.”