Queen Kat

Being a college professor, I have seen all kinds of students, male and female, young ones and mature ones, shy and extroverts, small and big, pleasant to the eye or not, some trying to seduce me for a better mark, some trying to corrupt me for the same reasons, some I remember and some I don't, some that filled my most erotic dreams and some that filled my worst nightmares.

Katherine was one of my students a few years ago. She definitely stood out in the crowd for many reasons. First of all, she was taller than the average girl in my class. She was not the most beautiful, but she was extremely pleasant to the eye, her dark eyes, her full lips, her long black hair always tied in a ponytail, her slender body, her ample but not too exaggerated breast. She dressed fairly casually and if you did not pay attention, her looks were modest but indeed she worked hard on her appearance and it enhanced her curves audaciously, it made her stare even more intense. But most of all, she had a noticeable American accent (and gosh do I get turned on by a sweet foreign accent). She was a foreign student in France, in my modest university, and we don't often get American students, who prefer more appealing locations. Furthermore, she was a daughter of, she was filthy rich, though very few knew about it, and one could wonder why she chose to come to our mountains, apart from the attraction of skiing, of course.

In other words, Katherine was one of those young students (but I was a young lecturer at the time too), pleasant to the eye, that I did remember and that had filled some of my fantasies - I never go further than feed my nighttime fantasies with students, my ethics forbidding me to do anything with them.

Fast-forward a few years, a Wednesday morning, I'm in my office at the university and browse through my mails. Among messages from students, colleagues and the administration, there is one from Katherine, or, as she used to prefer being called "Kat" :

"Dear Miss Cassandre,

I hope you remember me.

I would love to invite you for a relaxing afternoon at my place next Friday.

I shall send a car if you accept my invitation.

Kat."

I was a bit taken aback, "send a car" is something that no one ever did for me. Did she show off, did she want to impress me, did she simply want to keep her address private? I checked my timetable, I was surprisingly free that Friday afternoon. I noted that I was not available so that the administration would not impose an annoying meeting and replied :

"Dear Kat,

I do remember you, of course.

I accept your invitation, I would love to catch up.

Tell me where and when to expect the car you wish to send for me.

And tell me what to bring.

Cassandre"

I got back to work and put the thought away. But when I got back home that night, I could not help thinking about this strange invitation I had received. Vivid images were resurfacing with her pretty face, her sensual smile. God, once again my mind started sidetracking on improper thoughts - well, improper to some. I googled her and found a few rare photos of her and she was even more charming with a few more years. And apparently, she was involved in several charities and photos of her, in revealing cocktail dresses, showed her amazing bodies. I could not help and zoomed in on some to check her long legs, her pushed up breast as well as on her most kissable lips and her hypnotizing stare.

No need to say that when I got to bed, I was all wound up and, laying naked on my red satin sheets, I kept watching her photos while letting my hands wander over my body. I'm petite (5'1), slender, small perky sensitive chest (in the category that does not really require a bra), hairless everywhere. My nipples were hard, I could feel my intimacy getting wet just by browsing her photos. I'm a perverted mind and I don't care. I slipped a hand on my breast, the other between my thighs, and imagined Kat taking care of my sensual needs. Soon I was whimpering alone on my bed, squirming as my fingers explored my intimacy, and I let out a deep moan as my pleasure was released, an intense feeling of pleasure, of self pleasure - intense for such a pleasure, nothing to rival pleasures I would have enjoyed with another human, though.

The day after was busy at work, and I did not have much time to think about it. In the evening though, I started thinking again about this "catching up". I had received a mail from Kat telling me a car would come and pick me up at my place at 2pm sharp. I wondered how she had got hold of my personal address, no student even got to know it, only some friends and colleagues knew it. Whatever, I guess she had some connections to get hold of it. The message also indicated I did not need to bring anything, that everything was planned for our afternoon.

I kept blaming myself for my previous night fantasies, I have indeed a perverted mind, very sexually oriented, but this young lady was only inviting me to catch up, and maybe give me some contacts from her own network. I went to bed slightly tormented with my guilt and finally got to sleep.

On Friday morning, I had arranged to have my morning at home, teleworking, with a couple of zoom conferences. Once I was done, I took a shower and changed. Classy, nothing exaggerated or extravagant. White blouse, black blazer and skirt, a bit of makeup to enhance my eyes and lips, a tad of flowery perfume, my hair tied in a ponytail, and as always flat shoes - I'm proud of my 5'1 and don't need heels to pretend I'm taller.

At 2pm sharp, a limousine parked in front of my house and a fairly old man came out of it, wearing a black suit and cap. It really felt like it came out of a lame movie and that made me giggle. I came out of the house, locked it, and let the man help me in the back of the luxury vehicle. We drove for half an hour, I felt cosy in the warmed leather seats and nearly dozed of. The car swerved into a park through huge iron gates, then followed a gravel driveway towards a huge mansion. I was speechless - such a demonstration of luxury. The limousine parked in front of the porch. A young man, built and dressed like a bodyguard, handsome face, was waiting there and came to open my door, and helped me out of the comfort of the leather seats :

"If Madame would follow me, Miss Katherine is waiting for you..."

I followed him inside. He led the way, through several luxurious rooms. I grinned to myself, it felt a bit like a fairytale. We finally reached a door with gilded moldings, he opened it and retreated to let me in first. I stepped in a excessively gilded boudoir, with 19th century furniture (if not older, I'm not specialized on the subject) and immediately Kat came rushing towards me. She looked amazing and I nearly melted : a large welcoming smile on her face, eyes glistening with sincere joy, a golden silk dress wrapped around her tall frame and floating with her every move. She grabbed me in her arms and gave me the warmest welcoming hug I'd ever received from anyone.

"I'm so glad you could make time for us... thank you miss Cassandre!"

I nearly suffocated in her hug, my face was more or less tugged in her ample breast. I returned the hug and when she released me I could finally reply

"I'm glad to see you, it's been quite a few years since I had you in class. You know you can call me by my name without the 'miss"...'

I smiled at her, her dark eyes were hypnotizing. She took my hand and led me to one of the antique looking sofas. I was surprisingly comfortable in it. She pushed a button on a remote, and in seconds, a butler was entering with tea and coffee as well as biscuits. I took a look around and noticed that there were three other men in the room - the bodyguard that had led me in and two others, just as well built, just as handsome. Kat saw my unease and smiled :

"I'm sorry. I have to keep my security at all time with me. As you may have heard, I am the daughter of a very rich and influential man, and he is afraid people would want to kidnap me. But to be honest, you get used to it with time, and I get to chose my security staff, and they are at my utmost service."

She grinned mischievously but I did not know what to make of it. We took tea and started catching up. From her diplomat to now working for one of her father's businesses, my life as an academic (though that's not the most fascinating like to tell about). I have to admit her golden silk dress fascinated me. It covered most of her body, except for her arms and shoulders, it club to her beautiful curves. I guess she could see it in my stare, but she had the elegance not to point out that I was blatantly staring at her.

Then out of the blue, Kat mentioned :

"I don't know if you're up to it, but I thought we could do with a hammam session - I've got a nice one indoors."

I gaped for a few seconds as it came unexpected but nodded my approval. She smile :

"Good, follow my lead... I hoped you'd accept, so I took the liberty to have a changing room prepared for you, and I'll see you inside."

She opened a door to a small cabin and pushed me gently inside and closed the door behind me. The light was dimmed, there were coat hangers on the wall and some towels on a bench. It took me some courage to undress, completely, then wrap a towel around my chest. It was just large enough to cover my intimacy. I opened the opposite door to my entrance, and walked into a fairly foggy and extremely warm room. The floor, the walls and the ceiling were tiled in blue. I walked a bit more inside and managed to make out two tiled tables, that I presumed were massage tables, in the middle and Kat sitting on one, with a towel wrapped around her chest. I sat on the table in front of Kat. She smiled

"I'm going to have a skin scrub, would you like one too?"

"Oh wow, you're pulling out all the stops... I would love one..."

She waved her hand and I looked around. In the corners of the room were her bodyguards that I had not seen beforehand, I had even forgotten about their presence while we were having tea. I guess that's professional discretion. But since we were in a damp hot room, they did not wear their dark suits anymore and only had black Lycra shorts on. Two of them approached at her signal and Kat giggled slightly at my surprised look :

"These men have so many qualities, you can't imagine. They are my bodyguards, but they also have skills in massages and many more..."

All of them were handsome, and their semi-nakedness proved it even further. One tall black one, bald and bearded, approached Kat while another one, tall, white, with many tattoos on his shoulders and arms, came towards me. Each gently moved Kat and I on our tables so that we were on our backs, placing a folded towel under our heads. Then, using some scented oils and scrubbing natural sponged, they started to expertly massage our arms. Their hands were strong, yet gentle, and I soon started to relax. I turned my head to see if Kat was as relaxed as I was. She smiled at me :

"You know, you allow them to touch you, but in return they allow you to touch them, if you want..."

I raised my eyebrows "What do you mean?"

Kat grinned and turned her head towards her handsome black masseur. She extended her hand towards him and he stood up by her side. With her thin manicured fingers, she started outlining what looked like a mamba inside his Lycra shorts. Slowly drawing the contour of his manhood through the black material, and as she did so, I could see that his shaft was changing shape and growing. Kat tugged on the elastic band of his short and pulled out his cock. A magnificent black cock, still not fully hard but already a size I doubted I could ever handle. My own masseur, seeing me hesitant, walked around the table so I could keep watching Kat and her masseur as well as see him.

His shorts also showed that he was really well endowed and from his posture, I could sense that he was more than willing that I would touch him. I reproduced what I had seen Kat do with her masseur, and his cock grew instantly under my touch through his shorts. That man was a grower, and the more I touched, the bigger he was getting. I could not stop there and pulled his shorts down. His circumcised cock sprang out of it, standing on its own in front of him, bobbing with his pulse. I wrapped my fingers around his girth, gosh he was big, warm, pulsing, his cock head a magnificent purple mushroom with a drop of precum already oozing out of its opening.

As I slowly stroked him, I felt emboldened and leaned towards him, licking his precum from the tip of his shaft. He let out a moan and I looked up at him. He was tensed and I definitely had him in hand and under my control. His moan had made Kat turn around and she looked at me with a mischievous smile :

"Oh, I see Miss Cass is hungry... enjoy yourself, Miss Cass!"

With that she turned to her masseur and guided his cock towards her mouth. Feeling uncomfortable on my back for what I had in mind, I got on my knees on the massage table and leaned so that I could hold his balls in one hand and wrap my fingers of my other hand around his shaft to guide it towards my mouth. He benevolently stepped closer as I tugged on his shaft so that I could wrap my lips around his cock head. He tasted delicious and I could not stop feeding on his cock. Sucking him inside my mouth, my tongue playing underneath his shaft, while my other hand massaged his balls.

I was all in the action, even more aroused as I could hear him moan as I played with him. I was so into it that I did not notice that Kat's masseur had stopped moaning. I was suddenly startled as I felt two hands on my hips. When I had moved to be on my knees, my towel had risen up my hips and my ass had been exposed. I released my masseur's cock for a second and looked behind him - Kat was seated on her massage table, her towel dropped on the tiles, her magnificent chest exposed, her thighs parted and showing her bare pussy and she was slowly caressing her labia. I turned my head round, still holding my masseur's cock in my hand, and could make out the frame of Kat's masseur behind me. He had his hands on my hips and was holding me firmly in place as he started to rub his cock along my slit.

I looked back at Kat and she smiled and nodded. I did not know whether she nodded at me to indicate I should let myself go or if she nodded to her masseur to indicate he should keep going. But as soon as she nodded, I felt the black mamba pressing against my pussy lips, his cock-head slowly penetrating my dripping pussy, stretching it like it had rarely done. I roared with pleasure at the limit of pain and returned to the magnificent cock that was still in my hand. As the mamba was pushing into me, it was also pushing me on the cock in my mouth. I was loving it, moaning with ecstasy. The black mamba was filling me, deep, snaking inside me, the other cock was stabbing in my throat, more rigid, his precum drooling inside my mouth and my throat.

My entire body was in spasms, it felt like a never ending orgasm climbing towards a more intense orgasm. Both masseurs were moaning and I could also hear a third voice moaning, Kat's voice as she was probably enjoying herself and watching me being taken by two of her bodyguards. That got me even more turned and closer to explode completely. I felt one cock start throbbing in my mouth, and the other deep inside my womb, I groaned and moaned and all of a sudden, both my masseurs thrust deeper inside my pussy and my mouth and their cocks started erupting how cream. I tightened my lips around the cock in my mouth and swallowed every drop of my masseur's juices, he was tasty and I loved it. At the same time, I felt my other masseur's juices filling my pussy, burning my insides and that made me go over the edge, my screams muffled by the cock in my mouth, my body shaking uncontrollably.

Both my masseurs pulled out of me, leaving both my mouth and pussy gaping. I was on my knees and hands, barely able to breathe. I lifted my head and looked towards Kat. She had a content smile on her face and she jumped off the table where she was and walked towards me. She leaned, pushed away a strand of hair from my face and kissed me on the lips, a warm hungry kiss, her tongue penetrating between my lips to meet my tongue and taste her bodyguard's juice in my mouth. She then brought her mouth close to my hear and whispered

"That's one of my fantasy fulfilled, watching you being taken - I've imagined so many timed how you'd look when orgasming, Miss Cass... you did not disappoint. And now it is time for my second fantasy to be fulfilled..."

Still on my hands and knees, I let her move me on the massage table so that my knees were on the towel that had been placed there earlier for my head. With a swift tug, she pulled the towel that was still wrapped around my chest and contemplated the scene. I was still panting from my receding orgasm. Her thin fingers trailed along my back, I was feeling offered to her and it was arousing me again. Her fingers slid along my spine, then between my bum-cheeks, scratching slightly on my tight rosebud, then sliding along my labia. She deliberately brought her finger to her mouth while staring into my eyes

"mmmmm... I love the taste of this man... I love even more mixed with your own juices..."

Moving swiftly, she climbed on the table and placed herself under me, her head just below my pussy. Her lips approached, I could feel her warm breath on my wet pussy lips, I moaned in anticipation. I looked down, her bare mound was exposed to me, her pussy lips engorged and glistening wet. Looking up, I saw her black masseur climb on the table and grab her legs, lifting them up and placing them on his chest. His black mamba hard again and snaking along her slit. At the same time, I felt her tongue slide along my labia. I raised myself a bit, offering more of my pussy to her hungry mouth, placing my hand on her ample chest, her hard nipples piercing through my palms. Her masseur guided his shaft towards her dripping pussy and she moaned on my pussy, making me whimper.

And then again, two hands on my hips. Or more precisely on my butt, spreading my cheeks, and a tongue licking my tight rosebud, making me whimper even more. It had been such a long time since I had felt a tongue here, since I had felt it try to penetrate me, coating me with sleek saliva. I was fascinated at the same time as the black mamba was slowly engulfing inside her.

The tongue on my rosebud left, I felt a stronger grip on my hips, then a hot pulsing cockhead pressing on my tight entrance. Even though Kat's tongue was already making me spasm as she collected her bodyguard's cum from my pussy, I managed to relax my muscles and let the other bodyguard's cock take my tight hole and penetrate it slowly. The deeper he pushed, the more of his colleague's cream drooled out of my pussy inside Kat's mouth. Both men synchronized wordlessly, thrusting in rhythm in my ass and in Kat's pussy. I was ecstatic, my body tensed in pleasure, my hands grasping on Kat's chest. Kat was screaming in my pussy from the thrusts of the black mamba filling her, nearly suffocating between my thighs.

The more my masseur was thrusting in me, nearly throwing me off balance, the more Kat's masseur was thrusting deep inside her. I was cumming again and again, gushing my juices on Kat's face. Kat was shaking from head to toe, going from one orgasm to another. Her guards and masseurs were potent and had stamina, but soon, I felt my masseur's cock throb inside my ass and I could see the other masseur's eyes roll back in his head as he was about to explode in Kat's pussy. I can't tell which one came first, but I felt hot cream fill me deep inside my ass and Kat scream on my pussy as she felt hot cream filling her pussy.

Both men pulled out and retreated to the corners of the room and left Kat and I, panting breathless on the massage table. I moved around and lay on my side next to Kat. She giggled and wrapped her arms around me :

"I hope you'll stay a bit longer, I have other fantasies to fulfill with you..." - she kissed my lips and breathed deeply as she let down her head on the folded towel.