Cat-Katie-Kitten Ch.11- Turn Tail

Chapter 11- Kitty Turns Tail

"You two plan on waking up anytime soon?" a male voice asked loudly enough to cut through Katie's sleep. She stirred slowly, recognizing the voice as Andrew's. They managed to drag themselves back to bed after their quiet session in the greenhouse.

"Yew morning people're jest eeeevil," Savvy groaned, flopping over and burying her face into Katie's chest, pulling the sheet over the both of them. "Go'way and pester someone else fer a breakfast fuck."

"Brunch fuck."

"Wha?"

"Brunch fuck. It's almost 11. If you plan to join us, we're eating out by the pool." He started to leave, his footfalls heading towards the door.

"Mimosas?" Savvy croaked, still snuggled firmly against Katie's bare breasts.

"Of course! What uncivilized savage doesn't enjoy a mimosa with Sunday Brunch? Gerald's going to make omelets once he's done in the pool."

"Alraight. Jes give me an'..." Her hand roamed over Katie's body briefly, confirming her identity. "Katie Kitty here time t'git cleaned up. We'll follow along directly."

"Don't sidetrack too much, Savannah," he chuckled on his way out the door. "Otherwise, you're on your own for food. And as delicious as Katherine is, she's hardly enough to keep even YOUR body and soul together."

"Ah dunno 'bout tha," Savvy teased, sliding her fingers up and down Katie's smooth mound. "There's sum pretty Grade-A hunny in this hunny-pot. An' Ah do love me some thighs."

Katie giggled and moaned, trying to pull away and roll out of bed, only to find they somehow drifted to the middle of the large mattress and the edge eluded her. Savvy chased, half-heartedly attempting to pull her back for kisses and nibbles.

"And sweet tit-meat." Groping her soft breasts.

"And finger-sandwiches." Catching her hands and sucking on several fingers.

"And a hawt rump roast!"

Savvy lunged, catching Katie before she completely escaped and playfully bit her meaty-firm butt cheek. Katie yelped, leaping out of range and rubbing the bite mark on her bottom.

"You keep up biting me and you'll eat toe jam" Katie warned her, lifting a foot as if to kick back at her girlfriend. Savvy grinned wickedly. "And NOT 'Camel Toe Jam'!"

"Ewww," rolling from the tangled covers, her face mockingly crestfallen, Savvy bounced her way to the bathroom. Katie followed, still rubbing her bitten bottom while enjoying the tattooed sock-hoppers on Savvy's ass dance the hop.

The shower echoed the feel of the rest of the house- large and open, with room for more at least eight people with a wooden bench along one wall. Water sprayed from multiple points to sprinkle down on them in a luxurious rain. They could stand together in the middle, grinding and making out without pressing up against the cold tiles or steamy glass of the wall. Both of them together could easily enjoy standing sex with a partner or two each with space left over for several spectators cheering from the bench.

The idea gained a lot of attention with Savvy rubbing slick, wet fingers over Katie's smooth mound. Katie grabbed her face, pulling the slightly shorter Southern temptress up into a hard kiss, pushing her tongue through parted lips and making out their barbells clicking and rubbing together. They moaned into each other's mouths, hands roving over wet skin, grasping and groping.

Savvy grabbed at her ass, but Kat kept control, spinning her girlfriend out of the embrace, turning her away, only to pull her back against her own chest so the spray from the ceiling fell directly on Savvy's full, round tits. Both hands shot down, digging into the soft scalding heat between Savvy's legs, rubbing and probing into her pussy.

Sucking in air through clenched teeth, Savvy rose to her tip-toes, pushing her crotch out against Kat's demanding hands. Skillful fingers found her ringed clit while others dug into her slit, sending lusty trembles through her whole body. Kat fingered her savagely, rushing her right to the point of no return.

"Oh shit!" she gasped, her hips exploding in orgasm. Kat didn't stop fingering, making the climax more and more intense. All-in-all, not a bad way to wake up. "Shitshitshit... fuck!"

She opened her eyes when Kat, one arm still wrapped around her hips from behind, pushed her head down toward a dildo suction-cupped to the glass wall. No doubt something Kseniya used on a regular basis, giving Andrew or anyone watching from the outside a show.

"Suck it," Kat commanded. "Make it messy."

Savvy complied, giving the toy the wettest, messiest blowjob she could while Kat held her tight around her hips, spocking both her holes with grinding fingers. Katie Kitty rarely let this feral side out to play and Savvy would not waste the opportunity. Her mouth full of cock and spit, she sucked to the best of her ability, coughing and gagging until she pushed back to cum a leg-buckling orgasm.

"Wha tha FUCK got inta yew hunny?" she gasped, a bridge of spit still hanging between her lip and the sagging rubber tip.

"Andrew," Katie responded, letting Savvy slip out of the way and down to her knees. She adjusted the dildo, scooting it up the wall a bit, then turned back-to and guided it into her body. She pushed back slowly, grunting while letting it fill her until her firm cyclist cheeks pressed flat against the glass wall. Using Savvy's shoulders for balance, she rocked back and forth along its length, her asscheeks making a regular thumping noise against the thick glass.. "I let Andrew fuck me last night."

"Yew let him fuck yew yesterday too, hunny," Savvy responded, mesmerized by the jeweled nipples bouncing and swaying in front of her. Her hands slid up Katie's legs towards the beautiful pussy energetically engulfing the wall-mounted dildo behind her. "Several times. Nothin' special there."

Her hands found Katie's pussy. Katie ground her hips between Savvy's fingers and the dildo.

Katie's empty pussy.

Katie lustily kissed her, then bit her lip meeting Savvy's wide eyes with a primal smile. She started rocking and fucking her ass again.

"He came. I gushed."

"About time you two finished up in there." Jerry expertly flipped an omelet over for another minute of cooking. "I almost went in to throw a bucket of cold water on you to break it up."

"We got busy," Katie responded, wrapping her hair in the towel turban making her appear overdressed even though she wore nothing else. Savvy draped her own towel over a chair, approaching her husband for a morning kiss and to poke over the breakfast possibilities. All three women remained nude, Jerry sported an apron for cooking purposes while Andrew actually appeared out-of-place in his towel wrap and flowery shirt.

"We could hear," he said, accepting the plate from Jerry and adding several slices of various fruits. He too accepted a kiss from Savvy before settling down on a porch lounger with his meal.

"So could the neighbors," Jerry teased, starting in on the next omelet. "OUR neighbors back home."

"Oh hush, yer jes jealous," Savvy replied, reaching under the apron to grope him before sauntering over to take her mid-morning mimosa from Kseniya. Taking the drink, she slid beside the young woman, wrapping an arm possessively around her narrower golden brown hips. "Besides, yew enjoyed this sweet thang all by yer lonesome this mornin' Ah'm sure."

"I'm beginning to like yoga," he affirmed, adding cut peppers, mushrooms and ham to the eggs in the pan.

"Yew jes like flexible women. Thas yer type- 'short, horny an' flexible'." Savvy's hand slipped down and grabbed Kseniya's tan bottom. "With sexy lil' booties."

"She's not wrong," Andrew observed, raising his glass in a toast. Jerry lifted his own glass in agreement.

"An' yew!" Savvy turned her attention to their host, one hand on her more well-rounded hip in a tight little fist. "Ain't yew a bit overdressed for THIS crowd? Yew goin' ta church or somethin'?"

"Ah, that," he responded, setting his glass and plate aside carefully. In spite of his tan and overall good health, her patron sagged and appeared worn. "A bit hypocritical I know, but since my surgery, the sight of my scar makes me extremely uncomfortable."

He held up a hand, forestalling any questions or sympathy.

"It's dumb even to my ears. My whole life, even before I became 'insta-rich', I told people to be proud of who they are and to not be ashamed of their bodies. Body Positive before it turned cool and all." He shrugged, taking a slice of melon from the plate and biting it in half. "But something about the scar keeps me on edge, making me terribly self-conscious and anxious, so I avoid it by keeping my shirt on. Anxiety is not a good look on me and makes my chest hurt."

"Sounds like a form of body dysmorphia. I experienced something similar," Kate nodded her appreciation, gently caressing her bare belly right below the little footprint charm hanging from her navel. She sat down next to Andrew, who made room for her on the lounger. "After my accident, I couldn't stand my body either. And I cried. A lot. My therapist told me it's not uncommon to experience depression after surgery and I always thought he meant my type, but it does stand to reason any type of invasive medical procedure might affect you. You no longer consider yourself 'complete'."

"Pretty much, yes." He agreed with a nod, offering a comforting hand and tapping his chest with the other. "I automatically go to this scar and... it's not 'me'. I'm constantly reminded of the heart attack and my own mortality. You went to a councilor?"

"Yes. Well, a physical therapist, but we talked a lot about how I should work on emotional recovery, not only striving for 'physically back in shape'. He helped a great deal but advised me to go see a real therapist. Insurance kept that from happening. Pity Stuart's probably gay. I would've been all over him."

"Well then, I guess I'll need to find one once I'm settled in then." Andrew took up his plate once more and cut a huge bite of his omelet. The others paused, but only Kseniya smiled brightly, nibbling on a strawberry.

"Wait... wha do yew mean 'settled in'?" Savvy set down her drink, squinting at her patron. Jerry, familiar with her tone and about to hand her a food-covered plate, set it aside instead. "Seems ta me yer already pretty well 'settled' here."

"We did sidetrack pretty quickly yesterday so I didn't tell you- I'm retiring. After a fashion." Andrew smiled, then sipped his drink. "While I recovered from my bypass, my family back East sent word my little sister (She's actually taller than me by a few inches but 'older brother, little sister' you know?) suffered a minor stroke. Since losing her husband about two years ago, she's alone. Her kids, my niece and two nephews, take care of her when she needs help, but they deserve to lead their own lives and take care of their own kids. So, since I'm slowing down a bit anyway, it's time to hang up the hedonistic lifestyle, head back East, take care of her and reconnect with family."

"Wow," Jerry finally broke the stillness of the group, scrambling to save the eggs he cooked. "Dropping another bomb just like that huh? When do you leave?"

"Not for a couple of months at least. I hired a real estate agent to find a nice 3 bedroom for me in Vermont, then I need to arrange to sell this place, figure out what I'm taking with me and what I need to sell off. Plus, a few models and photographers already scheduled photoshoots before I made the choice and I'm going to still let them use the place before I go."

"Porn?" Katie asked, carefully studying the pool and minimal backyard. Suddenly some of it did appear a bit familiar.

"Of course. It's a great private location with ample natural light. Plus I charge a photographer a few hundred bucks and a new pretty girl struts about my living room or pool with her tits out. Remy LaCroix shot one of her hula hoop videos around the pool two months ago. Stunning. Impressive girl. Frankly, I'm surprised it's not something Savannah here has picked up doing. Hula hooping that is. I'm sure I would have heard about it if you three were spending time with Ms LaCroix. Sadly, Kseniya had flown home to visit her folks, while I had other engagements and neither of us could be here to watch or participate. I'm old, not dead."

"Yer not THAT old," Savvy protested, waving away the notion of his impending retirement. Andrew playing some sort of silly game again. "What're yew? Sixty at best?"

"Why thank you for the pretty lie, Savannah," he chuckled. "But I turn seventy-five come September."

Kseniya let out a long falling whistle followed by a soft 'boom' and a hand motion imitating an explosion. Everyone stared through her, trying to wrap their heads around all this new information.

"Well fuck me," Savvy whispered, slowly turning back to him. "Ah guess the notion 'older men make better lovers' isn't total bullshit after all."

"Seems not," Katie agreed, earning her a warm smile and a piece of cantaloupe from Andrew. She caught his index finger in her teeth and started licking the tip when it clicked.

"Whaf do yew wan frr this plase?" she asked.

"Excuse me?" She let go of his finger and spat the melon out into her palm.

"The house. What do you plan on asking for it?"

"You're interested in this place?" he asked, glancing at Savvy and Jerry questioningly.

"Hell yeah," Jerry agreed, nodding vigorously. "This place is awesome. Plenty of room for the three of us, plus host our special parties without pissing off the neighbors."

"Pretty sure we c'n piss the neighbors off iffin we really try," Savvy countered, gazing around the pool area and flashing back to all the time she spent here in years past. She'd never considered coming back to stay but the idea appealed to her now.

"Market value's somewhere in the neighborhood of seven-fifty given the location and square footage. Maybe more. Not more than one-point-three I would guess. I haven't booked an appraisal yet because I should repaint and tone down some of the other special features first."

"Special features?" Katie asked, flushing a pretty red with a particular tingle between her legs, her imagination suddenly running a little wild. After all the living room alone is a little... much for 'straights', let alone the pool area or the main bedroom with it's sex swing, stripper pole and fuck-a-dozen bed. And there's another platform with a pole right over there on the other side of the pool. And another over there.

"Ah yes, you didn't take a tour, did you?" Andrew patted her thigh. "Everyone eat up and then we'll take a wander around."

They finished breakfast, chatting amicably about the housing market and taxes while they ate and helped clean up. Drinks in hand, Andrew took them on a tour, mostly for Katie's sake.

Coming in from the salt water pool and assorted quiet grottos spaced around it, he showed them the large open kitchen with all modern appliances (Katie smiled to herself, recognizing she ironically wandered through another kitchen naked. Kitty the Kitchen Exhibitionist strikes again!) and adjacent informal dining room. Next, a larger, more formal dining room with a large table and several chairs opening out to the living room through large wooden doors on one side. Savvy pointed out the sunken section of floor under the table and the special design of the chairs so someone under the table could easily orally service male or female guests during dinner.

"Where did you get that idea?" Katie asked, not only her mouth watering at the prospect of servicing guests under the table at a fancy dinner or receiving said servicing.

"Tokyo. I stopped there on business and the men I dealt with invited me to go to a bathhouse. Usual stuff- talking pleasantly while avoiding the topic of business while naked women bathed us, then robes and dinner off a serving girl covered in sushi lying on the table we sat around. Nigerian college student as I recall- gorgeous deep dark brown skin and a such a gorgeous contrast to the bright colors of the fish lain out on her skin and the orchid covering her mons. While we ate our meal, Japanese women under the table sucked each one of us off. These guys made a regular game of it by paying attention to each others' reactions and making fun of someone when they came. I scored major points by outlasting them by a good ten minutes. The poor girl wasn't too happy with me though. A twenty minute blowjob on a cock twice the size of ones you normally service does a number on your jaw. Or so I'm told."

"Straight up truth. Ah remember tha' time yew invited the Clippers over and a bunch of us gals had a contest t'see who could git the most of'em off 'fore dessert. Those boys're HUNG and came buckets! Strawberry won of course. Tha' girl makes me look a virgin when it comes ta suckin' cock."

"I wouldn't mind judging that contest," Jerry joked. "On a strictly scientific basis, of course."

"Of course," Andrew agreed, nodding sagely. "I spoke with the woman who ran the house and asked the girl to visit me in my hotel for a significant fee. I spent more time between her legs than she did mine to make up for the sore jaw. I've kept in contact with her. She now runs a small group of cat-girl cafes in and around Sapporo."

"You travel a lot?" Katie asked.

"I used to travel internationally all the time, but after my heart attack, I really slowed right down. I started that trip in Thailand because I heard rumors that one of the men I was in business with at the time made regular 'safaris' (His term, not mine.) to savor certain establishments that offer things that are considered illegal pretty much everywhere else. I got the information I needed and severed ties with his company immediately, outed him and sicced the Feds on him. I might be something of a libertine, but I have lines that I don't cross and expect the same of the people I deal with. That's when I started putting licensed investigators to work." He paused, rapping his knuckles on the tabletop, obviously thinking hard. "Anyway, I went from there to the opening of the 'Love Land' park on Jeju Island in South Korea."

"That's that place with all the porn statues, right?" Jerry asked. "Kinda wanna go see that myself. Finally get a stamp in my passport that isn't Mexico."

"A bit of interesting history behind WHY they have the statues and generally comedic interactive exhibits, but yes. It is, in part, where I got the inspiration for my home here."

"Tha' an' lait night 'Skin-e-max' tittie-porno movie sets," Savvy giggled, nudging Katie with her elbow.

They'd already visited the living room with its plush leather sofas and loveseats, and the carefully hidden tie-down points on most corners and strong points. Katie found herself having a hard time NOT imagining herself bound to anything in the room, spread open or bent over for use by anyone they chose to share her with. Savvy pointed out places where she would like to add webcameras to make the most of the space and what could and would happen within.

The floor to ceiling windows commanded the driveway, street and hill below, but tinted in such a way no one could look in, even at night and the room fully lit, unless they stood in exactly the right spot in mid-air depending on where the sun hit. Though the sun shone through and warmed them, Andrew reassured Katie the people she spotted in the backyards and driveways down the street could not enjoy how she stood above them completely exposed.

"Ah c'n tell yew fer sure and fer certain tha' gettin' screwed against tha' glass while watchin' someone wash their car down the street an' knowin' they'd jest lose their minds iffen they'd knew... super hawt." Savvy smiled wistfully, pressing her soft, round breasts against the sun-warmed glass, offering herself to a couple riding by on mountain bikes with sleek labrador running alongside them. Katie wondered briefly if Savvy judged their asses the way she once judged her own.

"I don't remember that," Jerry protested, scratching his head. "And that's something I would recall."

"Me either," Andrew agreed, contemplating the riders going by.

"As Ah recall, yew're gettin' the spurs put to yew bah tha' sexy piece ah sexual chocolate, Tammi, in the Playroom hunny." Savvy turned away from the glass, casually wrapping her hand around her husband's half-hard cock. "And Andrew's hands was fulla Bambi's big round titties out by tha' pool. And neither of ya's complained then."

"Fair enough," they both agreed, though Jerry with a bit of a hitch in his voice. Savvy slowly stroked him fully hard, licking her full lips.

"Why don' yew and Katie-Kitty keep goin'?" Savvy waved the two of them on while Kseniya bent slightly and licked at Savvy's pierced nipples until she guided the girl's mouth down to the full head of her husband's cock. "We'll catch up inna bit."

Rather than continue the tour however, the pair sat down on a nearby couch while Jerry ate out Kseniya's smoothly shaven pussy, bodily lifting the smaller bronzed woman up onto his shoulders, pressing her back against the glass and supporting her with one big, rough hand under her tiny butt. She reached up to brace herself on the ceiling, not daring to glance down or back at the long drop behind the glass. Savvy squatted below them, holding onto his cockring and balls with one hand, pulling him to thrust into her mouth, her head lightly tapping the window each time his dick filled her throat, fingering herself with the other.

Katie ached to do more than simply spectate though. Her own mouth watered to kneel in front of Andrew, the way so many others did in this room, perhaps on this same couch, to suck him off. She could smell the years of lusty, easy sex oozing from every surface of the living room, not only the furniture and subtle and not-so-subtle decor. Savvy, once upon a time, sucked and fucked him here. So should she.

But he wouldn't let her.

Without a word, he pulled her down to sit on his lap, one arm around her waist, the other rubbing her bare thigh. She tried to reach down between their bodies and pull out his cock, pressing hard against her leg, but he took her hands away and oh-so-very-casually pulled them both behind her back, holding onto her wrists with one hand. The position pulled her shoulders back, arching her back and pushing out her erect nipples. How many women climaxed on the leather seat he now casually sat on with her on his lap? She obediently opened her legs for his free hand, fingers rubbing and teasing, spreading and probing. And finding her wet and ready for them.

Something about this room, much like their living room back home, turned her on. More than any other room in either house, even the kitchens where she joyfully danced around in nothing but an apron. Or the bedrooms where the air fairly stank of sweat and pussy and cock and fucking and cum. Something in her core reveled in the openness of the room where they were all on wanton display if anyone was outside who could look in. She longed, in the sunlight and open air of this particular room, to press herself against that glass and transform into a sexual plaything- a submissive animal surrendering to them all.

While Jerry put down Kseniya and picked up his wife to impale her on his throbbing erect cock, slick with her spit and drive her back against the glass as though to turn the window into a stained glass version of her tattoos, Katie ached to replace her on his strong cock. Any cock. An orgasm built up in her belly and would burst out of her as soon as Jerry filled his wife's pussy with cum.

And then Andrew took his skilled fingers away!

She turned her head to protest, mouth open in panting lust and shock. His soft, expressive smile and light squeeze on her thigh, so close to finishing her off made her whimper.

"I'm barely touching you and you're about to explode," he observed without a hint of uncertainty, barely loud enough for her let alone interrupt the others. She swallowed hard, nodding and squirming against the hand holding her wrists behind her back, though not enough to break his grip. He wouldn't even let her close her legs. She teetered on the edge Savvy originally pushed her over when they first met all those months ago. His perceptive eyes searched her face, penetrating deep into her perverted soul.

"I noticed it yesterday when you arrived, Katherine. The rest of this house, the rooms you've already fucked in and those you've only wandered through... those are simply rooms to you. But THIS room, for some reason this room turns you on, doesn't it?"

"Yes," she managed, surprisingly close to drooling. Her nipples ached around her bars. He gently pulled down her wrists, making her arch her back more and present her tits to the ceiling. She hoped he would suck or bite them soon!

"Interesting. At home too? A special room that excites you more than the others?"

"Yes," she admitted, about to falsely say the bedroom or kitchen. She danced and cooked and laughed in their kitchen, but never experienced the deeply primal sensations she endured in the...

"The living room."

"Hmmmm... how do you feel right now? Be honest with me, and yourself."

How did she feel? Fucking horny!

She burned to let him fuck her in every hole.

She ached for Jerry and Savvy and Kseniya to join in and use her.

She thrilled to sex in the bedroom, the shower, bent over the sink in the mornings, in the kitchen after a meal... but coming home and landing on the couch? She could strip down and play with herself until the others came in and the outside world lay on the other side of one tantalizingly close, unlocked door?

She needed them to bind her with legs thrown open over the arms of one of the loveseats or bent forward over the back of the leather couch with her ass in the air for them to enjoy. Or tied on all fours on the coffee table. Or dangling from spreader bars from the ceiling like an obscene potted plant. Or tied in the window to spy on the unsuspecting world below, cum leaking down her thighs.

Image after image of the ways she could completely lose her mind in carnal delights rampaged through her brain, making her wetter and wetter.

Electricity raced underneath her skin and she could almost sense lighting jumping between her erect nipples. If she glanced down, could she make out sparks jumping between her bars- a Van de Tits generator?

How did she feel? 'Horny' didn't cut it. Not right now.

"Slutty. I need constant fucking. No saying 'stop'."

No matter how uplifting, the confession didn't bring the relief she'd hoped for.

"You would like me to sell you this house so you can enjoy this sensation every day, wouldn't you?"

"Yes," she muttered, still struggling to stay still. Her honey oozed out of her pussy freely. He could simply give her permission and she would climax on the words alone. "Yes Master."

"Very well," he agreed readily. Too readily. "I will agree to sell BUT you must do something for me."

"Anything!" Panting and practically whining, she would do whatever it took. His smile grew more wicked and her pussy drooled even more.

"Are you sure?" He teased his fingers evilly up and down her crotch and she fought to keep her legs open. She nodded vigorously, not trusting herself to speak any more. She barely registered the others approached the couch they sat on.

"Sure about what?" Jerry asked, his arms around the shoulders of the two women. Everyone wore a fine sheen of sweat and glowed slightly in the sunshine coming through the big windows.

"As a condition of the sale, Katherine agrees to give herself up for 'free use' until we finalize the details on the house," Andrew told them merrily. A needy moan grew in her belly and slowly worked its way out her mouth. "So, until then, fuck her all you like, share her with your friends, trot her out in public naked if you like- whatever you agree on for ground rules, until we sign the paperwork. For the rest of today, her rule is 'Edging. No orgasms.'."

After discussing the rules of the bargain, they spent the rest of the day putting those stipulations into action. They continued touring the house, pausing in each room to use her in some way, treating it like an adult version of the teen game '7 Minutes in Heaven'. Someone could enjoy her for seven uninterrupted minutes of pleasure, unless they climaxed in less time and they stopped to cool her down, then on to the next room.

Three smaller bedrooms, each with its own bathroom. Dicks, pussies, dildos and fingers. Savvy took great delight in using a strap-on in her ass for the first time.

The offices. Fingered and fucked while bent over the desk.

The pool room where Kseniya stepped forward, stood on her toes, and kissed her quickly on the lips. Her nipples tingled, becoming even harder and she bent down to return the kiss. Kseniya backed up a few steps, hopped up onto the table, and sat there facing Kitty, parting her knees so she could stand between her thighs while they continued to kiss. She wrapped her golden legs around Kitty's waist, digging her heels into the cyclist's firm butt. Kitty broke the kiss and slowly lowered her lips until she could delicately lick her perky little tits and suck on each of the protruding nipples, which she gently nibbled while her hands worked both breasts. Her knees feeling weak, Kseniya had to hold on to the rail to keep her balance. Kitty's hands slid slowly down between Kseniya's legs, teasing her fingers up and down the smooth slit, making a wet, squishy sound. She pushed her hips against the hand and Kitty sucked a little harder on the tender nipple. Smelling her and continuing her way down, she slid her tongue down the smooth, flat stomach, following the scented trail, up the inside of the bare leg, the exposed clit gleaming in anticipation. Her tongue flicked over it, burying her face in the smooth mound, exploring every crevice and fold. Hugging the back of her head, Kseniya ground against her face, exploding into orgasm just as time rang.

A library. The men shared her, spit roasted between Jerry in her pussy and their host in her mouth.

The massage solarium. She ate out both women at the same time while Andrew once again fucked her ass.

Exercise room. She lay on the weight bench eating Kseniya's pink pussy while the others took turns fingering her.

Cruelly, they regularly rested in the living room, Katie on all fours on the coffee table, given water and hand-fed snacks while the others chatted about the house and what moving the two households would entail. The ONE room she CRAVED for them to fuck her senseless in, and they barely acknowledged her.

Her heart thundering in her chest and knees weak, they left the three-car garage (Jerry savagely fucked her juicy wet pussy on the hood of Kseniya's compact. His cum now leaked down her thighs with each step.), turned down a short hall away from the stairs leading back up to the main house and up to a heavy door. Up until now she'd slipped into a new submissive sub-space in her mind, keeping her turned on enough to give the others pleasure, but not tip herself over the edge. They hadn't asked this of her, but she chose to keep herself from climaxing until they tell her she could. In this room, if she guessed correctly, she might lose the battle.

"Leaving this behind will hurt the most," Andrew said, punching in a code on a keypad on the wall. "But I'll take much of the contents."

The door swung open on silent hinges and lights flickered on. Katie found she held her breath against the nervous excitement tickling her belly.

"I had the devil's own time getting this put in when I rebuilt after initially buying the house. Californians and their dislike of basements." Andrew led the way inside where cool, moist air gave everyone goosebumps. "You MIGHT consider remaking this into a workshop Gerald, but it would be a crying shame to lose such a comfortable wine cellar."

Relieved and a little disappointed, Katie enjoyed the cool, moist air flowing over her in this room of neatly shelved bottles. A music system kicked on, playing something modern instrumental and off to one side sat a comfortably padded armchair on a thick rug with a side table and tall floor lamp- someplace to sit and read while enjoying a glass or two in private. A shelf of books stood against the wall nearest the chair.

She relaxed, after all, what would they make her do in here? Some sort of perverted bottle fuck perhaps? She'd already ridden the thickest dildo she'd ever taken while making out with Savvy in one of the bedrooms. A wine bottle would slide in easily by comparison. Suck off the men or eat out the women again? With pleasure.

"I enjoy coming down here on overcast days," Andrew said, casually stroking the chair back with a worn hand. "I find it soothing to relax with wine and a good book for an hour or two."

"An' git a quiet beejay at the same time," Savvy grinned wickedly, one arm wrapped around his waist. No doubt she'd spent several stormy nights doing exactly that for him.

"Not going to deny there are other aspects I'm going to miss when I head back East," he admitted, casually rubbing Savvy's well-rounded bottom. "I might need to find a snow bunny to get snowed in with."

"Not to interrupt, but Katie's suspiciously relieved," Jerry interjected. He'd already fingered her ass twice while fucking her, and while she couldn't take his cock yet, she enjoyed the way he took his pleasure from her body more complexly.

"I'm surprised this isn't a sex dungeon," she confessed, shifting from foot to foot while waiting for them to use her again. Kseniya giggled. The others appeared almost embarrassed for her "What? What's so funny?"

Andrew leaned over, lifting and turning a specific bottle before pressing a hidden button on the rack. A section of the wall pulled back a few inches, then slid to the side. Mouth hanging open, she soaked in the hot red and deep black and smelled lust and leather and oiled metal. Furniture she'd only encountered in pornos stood arrayed against padded and soundproofed walls. A more elaborate copy of her slave chair sat opposite the door, inviting her in. She could scream herself hoarse and no one would find her.

"I told the people who built it I wanted a panic room."

Exhausted, she clung to Jerry's back, trying to breathe through her nose rather than the penis gag she wore under the helmet. Given the choice between riding the rumbling, vibrating motorcycle with him or laying bound in the back of Magic Maybelle with Savvy, she'd chosen the former.

Not that they allowed her much to wear. Besides the helmet and gag, she remained topless under an open leather coat and one of Kseniya's skirts didn't cover her ass standing up, let alone flipped about by the wind as they rode the city streets toward home. The cool night air fondled her hot, strained flesh and icily caressed her hotly spanked buttcheeks.

She needed this- the caress of warm fresh air flowing around her after a day in her sub-space, a day of smelling sex and cum and sweat and little else. Even the bike played wickedly between her legs, thundering along with the usual loud rumble of a Harley. The vibrations bounced right up her thighs and into her belly, resonating off of the long rippled plug she wore in her backside and urging her to grind against the dildo filling her cunny.

No rest until she made it home and could safely activate her code words to end the day's play session. The frustration of not cumming in spite of all they did to her rivaled her first encounters with Savvy when she played with herself to distraction for days on end, waiting to give her orgasms to her then new mistress. Or the long dry spell after her clit piercing when she could only provide oral to both her housemates.

But she also experienced no small amount of pride in herself. In spite of everything they threw at her, the pleasure and the pain, she did not give in. She maintained her self-discipline and accepted every ounce of pleasure they gave her, giving it right back. After awhile, she stopped thinking about it, instead licking, sucking, swallowing or spreading for her lovers.

In the past, they'd occasionally talked about parties where Savvy became 'cum drunk' in a crowd and slipped into a mind-space where she fucked and fucked and fucked without climaxing. It reminded Katie of her last few months with Brian, but mostly brought about by boredom than pleasure.

Had Andrew somehow unlocked a door within her Savvy originally rattled on the first day? The last... almost a year already? Each step she'd taken, some on her own, others with her... boyfriend and girlfriend? Husband and wife? Master and Mistress? Fuck-buddies? It hardly mattered what she called them- each step with them opened a freer part of herself. More joyful in not only sex, but Life.

At peace.

Alive.

What's a few weeks of surrendering herself as a 'free use' sex toy? She could do that easily enough. Anything to make her loved ones happy.

Pretty sure she still carried enough in her own tank for one more round once they made it home.

Her hands slid down Jerry's stomach to tug at his zipper. To his credit, the bike didn't even wobble.