Kinky Katie Kat Novels & Stories

He let the word hang, his eyes dragging down her body, clad in a simple tank top and jeans. “Or what?” Kelsey asked, her heart hammering against her ribs. The blond, whose name tag read ‘Carter’, stepped forward. His voice dropped, a rough whisper meant for her alone. “Or you service the house. All of us. Every brother. Mouth, pussy, ass. You take all our cocks, rough and raw, and you don’t say stop. You do that, you’re one of us. No paddle. Your choice.”

The room started to feel really close, and Katie's steady unblinking stare didn't help. "Not quite." Katie said, and licked the condom from base to tip. She was smirking – I caught her drift. "Katie, we can't do that!" "I'm not Katie, I'm Mrs. Clause. And I always unwrap my presents." She kept her eyes on mine as she closed her teeth around the latex tip.

This makes the group laugh out loud. “So why didn’t you sleep with him?” Katie asks. Ah Katie. The bronzed goddess. She’s tall at five foot 11, slim body and slim face, a straight nose, deep blue eyes and shoulder length blonde hair. “Well apparently I tried to. But because I was so wasted he didn’t want me to think he’d taken advantage so he turned me down and just cuddled me apparently. I mean what guy turns down no strings sex?” I ask, face palming myself. Am I such a mess that he didn’t want me?

Yours in time, Katerina. Holy fuck.