Chapter 5

I released her hair and moved my hand around her neck and squeezed. She bucked against my thrusts more eagerly. Totally compliant. An absolute fuck doll. Her magic pussy never stopped its soaking, velvety assault on my cock.

"I own you," I growled. "This is my cunt, you slut."

"Yes! Yes, sir!" she exclaimed. Her breath became shallow, and her panting indicated her orgasm building. I fucked her even faster, not relenting for a moment, until I felt her abdominal muscles contract and her pussy spasm. Her moans took off into the stratosphere, and I joined her as a wave of juice gushed from her pussy, flowing down my cock and her thighs.

It was all so hot, I felt the urgency in my balls far too soon. "Jesus, Kat, you're going to make me cum," I shouted.

"Fuck that's so hot," she said, pushing more of her weight into the sofa. "Just fucking fill me."

I closed my eyes and concentrated on the absurd eroticism of the situation. Had it even been ten minutes since I walked in the door? I just let myself go. "Oh, god, here it comes," I said. It was as if I couldn't control it at all. I exploded, and it struck me how hot it was to hear the pure and ecstatic, "Yes, baby!" Kat uttered when the first spurts hit her. I drove my cock in as far as it could, wanting her to feel the warmth spread into her cervix.

We were panting. I grabbed a handful of ass again as she stood up and turned around. Her eyes were on fire with hunger as she moved to kiss me.

"I'm on fire," she said. "You really do own me."

I kissed her back, moving an open hand down between her legs, placing it underneath her pussy. "Squeeze it out," I whispered to her in a firm tone. She obeyed. My palm filled with my creamy spunk and her juices. I lifted it to her mouth and told her to taste me. She lapped it up with quick flicks of her tongue, her eyes locking on mine."

"You're like a Kitty Kat when you're being a slut like this," I said. "The regular Good Kat during the day and my naughty Kitty Kat at night."

She gave a soft moan and showed me the cum before she swallowed. "I like that," she said and paused. "You have no idea how bad I've needed this." She moved to kiss me, then pulled back.

"I don't mind," I said. "Kiss me. You have no idea what a filthy fucker I am."

We embraced and made out like teenagers. I glanced at my watch. Our time was almost up. She knew it, too.

"That was so hot," Kat said.

"I like to be in control," I told her.

"I need to be controlled," she said. "Within reason."

I laughed and changed the subject. "I have no idea how you're going to go straight to work right now. I might need a nap."

She smiled her TV smile and said, "Well, I confess, it might be impossible. But maybe I handle it by being a Kitty Kat more often than you might think."

I raised my eyebrows, trying to figure out what she was hinting at.

She took my hand and led me to the bedroom. "I'll let you in on a really big secret," she said. "No judgment, okay?"

I nodded. "I'm not in a position to judge."

She directed me to her bathroom, where the lights were on and a pink dress hung above nude heels awaiting the work day. She stroked my chest affectionately, and I realized I had left my shirt on. She stood up on her tip-toes and drew my eyes to follow hers. I did, and she said, "Two lines a day keep the cobwebs away." My eyes found the mirror with two neat lines of cocaine cut on it and a sturdy, stainless steel straw next to them indicating this was nothing casual.

Kat looked at me with some nervousness betrayed on her face. She bit her lip and hastily added, "It's all right to be a little bit of a party girl, right?"

I smiled, broadly and genuinely. "I have always loved a party girl," I said, grabbing her chin to pull her in for a kiss.