Kinky Katie Kat Novels & Stories

Kat replenished my cock with coke immediately. "My turn," she said. She sniffed it up effortlessly. "Fuck me, I love cocaine," she said. She and Caitlyn almost simultaneously turned their attention to me. Kat put her tongue on my cock and made a big show of slowly licking up and down it. Caitlyn took a turn after her. "Are we good coke sluts for you, daddy?" Kat asked.

Katie yells and run to hug her, Angel hugged her back, I could see her face shifting, from the professional Angel who's in charge of the school to a little girl who just saw her friend after a long time. "Hey, Kitkat, how are you?" she asks her friend, if she takes off the small heels she's wearing, they'd be similar height. "I'm okay, I think I'm with Daddy William now," Katie says blushing, I loved being called daddy by her, and I loved the fact that she's with me and approving of it. "Uhhh...can I not work?" Angel asks, I knew when she sees Kitkat, I'm not going to have her workding for the rest of the day.

“He’s been giving me flirty eyes since the semester started. He’s pretty cute, so I figured I’d give him what he’s been after. Besides, Chris has been getting clingy lately. I need a new fuckbuddy.” I rolled my eyes. That was one thing Katie was notorious for. She had no problem spreading her legs for a cute guy, but she wasn’t looking for commitment. Start asking for dates and her legs would clamp shut, cutting you off. “Good luck,” I said as Katie slipped on a pair of red lace panties. She glanced over at me and winked. “Honey, there’s no luck involved!”

K-Katie. Her head is bleeding... "Katerina! What did you do to her!? Katie---Hmmmm!" A man harshly put a tape on my mouth. I cried when they gripped my arm tightly. With blurry eyes because of tears, I looked at Cakeu. The driver is pointing a gun at him right now. He was looking at me emotionlessly. We were looking at each other as tears keeps streaming down my cheeks. "Man, this bitch is the famous owner of Catwalk, aren't she!?" A man said as he caresses Katie's face using his filthy hand.

I grew uneasy immediately. “What are you talking about?” I asked. “Katie here as a weird kink,” Xena replied and looked at my team mate with a sly glint in her eyes. Katies face was red with embarrassment as I turned to look at her. “What is she talking about?” I asked my team mate. “I was not expecting Xena to be here,” Katie said delicately and looked into the fire place. I waited for her to continue. “I added some aphrodisiac into the food.”

This was not good. After breakfast and a nice hot shower, Katie rummaged through the black bags, looking for something that didn’t stand out. She hadn’t paid for most of her clothes, and they ranged from trashy with holes to over-the-top nice, depending on what situation she needed to blend into. Katie settled for a pair of jeans, a three-quarter-sleeve maroon top and a light leather jacket. She glanced in the mirror and pulled her hair into a ponytail. Maybe she should use some of the money from selling her car to dye her hair, and maybe a new haircut. Would it make a difference? She doubted she would blend in, either way.

Taylor swift’s blank space came on the radio player and I belted out to it as I rode to Queenie’s. Once in Queenie’s driveway, I glanced at Katie’s closed window before moving up to knock. Her mother opened the door after a few minutes. Draped in a sleeping robe, her hair was disarrayed, her skin pale, lips yellow and eyes sullen. She stared at me, trying to keep her eyes open.

Katie noticed me and gave me a sly smile, her hips swaying hypnotically as she danced towards me. "What brings you here, Cephus?" she purred, her sultry voice sending shivers down my spine. "You belong to me, this club belongs to me, now tell me, why do you think I'm here?" I said, my voice low and dangerous. Katie's smile faltered for a second, but she quickly composed herself. "I don't know what you're talking about," she said, her eyes flashing with anger. "Run along now, Katie, you have more money to make," I growled and smirked at her reaction.

A unison of murmured agreement went round and I straightened my back as I continued to speak. “To some of you, I may still be known as a party slut, or just a common slut. To some of you, I may be known as the child of the slut and gold digger who tried to latch her pregnancy on Red Moon pack's eligible bachelor turned council contestant. And to others who are just taking the time to know me for the first time, Hi again, I'm Katie, my last name, for now is just as irrelevant as the way I have been treated in this pack since the day I knew how to spell cruelty.”

“Try it and I’ll—don’t make me burn you. Because I can.” Glee circled nervously, witnessing her granddaughter’s state. “Katie, don’t touch that. Let go of it please. Do you hear? Katie-Smatie?” “Oh, I’ll do it,” Katie went on, her small frame taut, her voice no longer quite her own. “Orchestrator. Fallen messiah. Del’ardo.” Her glare smoldered. “I’ll do it. You’ll burn . . . mongrel . . . ”