Kinky Katie Kat Novels & Stories

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 . . . ”

My EX smiled seductively as she stepped out onto the front porch so she could get real close to me. “Hey, Princess.” Katie purred lazily, lacing her arm around my waist. I resisted the urge to cringe and settled for screaming internally instead. I can’t stand her, I really can’t...but I can’t say no to the sex. At least, not until tonight. I planned on going after it and holding my ground. Mid thought, she started kissing my neck, the spot right behind my ear and I quivered with delight. Hopefully. “I’ve missed you.” She whispered into my cartilage piercing, muttering sexy Spanish phrases along the nape of my neck as I sighed in sexual frustration.

What should be the best way to kill Katika? I love y'all ❤❤❤💞

She was to‍ples‍s, w‌earing on‌ly p‍anties and a black pearl n‍ecklace between her br‍east‍s‌. “New peop⁠le! Welcome‍. I’m Katie. That‍’s my husband o‌ver t‍here,” sh‍e said, h​olding a bottle of Henn‌es⁠sy and shots.‍ “Hi, t​h‍anks,” we said, lo⁠okin​g over‌. Her⁠ husband was o​n a couch, go‍ing down on a woman, licki​ng and suck⁠i‍ng he‍r clit while squeezing her breasts. She‌ moa‌n‍ed l⁠ou‌dly.

Kathrine bit her lower lip. Stacy's jaw dropped, then she burst into laughter, poking Katherine's side. "Oh, Kat! Your dominant hunk wants to turn you into his personal milk machine? That's hot as hell, kinky, but possible with hormones, you know you need to see your gynac for that or if you're pregnant. Bet he'd love sucking you off while you lactate." She teased relentlessly, mimicking a suckling motion. "Imagine him pinning you down, latching on while he fucks your wet pussy. You'd be dripping for him."

Catrina asked, tilting her head with interest. “I work as an assistant dresser for Ink,” Cleopatra answered modestly. “Cleo, you are no longer an assistant,” Katie cut in firmly, flashing her a supportive smile before turning to her mother. “She’s a model now, Mom.” Catrina’s brows lifted in impressive delight. “Oh? Isn’t she humble, honey? Not like some people who grow a pair of wings the moment they taste success.” The subtle jab hung in the air, light but deliberate. Katie’s hand flew to her mouth in exaggerated shock, though the mischief dancing in her eyes gave her away. She leaned back in her chair, clearly savoring the drama unfolding before her.

His muscular physique was obvious, even though he was fully clothed. Kat tried to look away, but she couldn’t. Her gaze was fixated on him. Maybe it was the tequila or maybe it was Fun Kat, who had finally been let out of the bag. Regardless, there was an instinct in her that had taken over. If the room hadn’t been filled with people, she would have ripped his clothes off right there and had her way with him. She desperately wanted to see what Mr. Sexy-wink was capable of, and not just on the dance floor.

kinky said in a whisper checking out her self in the mirror. Alittle make up which didn't cover her natural beauty that much,a butterfly pendant neck chain green ball grown and a zip up arsh coloured Snickers. "My class mate are they coming too?" She asked as they walk the the door. "Yes baby and I think your boyfriend is also coming" she wisper to her ear. "Aunty Eva I don't have a boyfriend" she defend. "But you like the boy" she replied and they both giggles. "Seriously Eva need to start tutoring you on what and what not do" Eva added as they walk down the stairs.