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Kat’s Story Ch. 01 free porn video
As usual this story starts slow and runs long. I write verbose, blah blah blah. I’ve received some feedback that my stories are too long, but what can I say. I write very free form and usually if I get into a groove, the next thing I know I have 15 pages written. If you are looking for quick stroke material, you probably want to look elsewhere.
This story is 100% fictional fantasy. For the first time, for better or for worse, I tried writing in the first person. I hope to catch all the instances where I accidently write in the third person in the editing, but if I slip up, too bad. I have already written 4 chapters which I’m editing now. I have 4 more in the planning stages depending how the feedback goes. The planned arc of this story will get into themes I’ve used in my other stories, although in the beginning, it is pretty tame, hence the Novels and Novellas designation. In the end there will be just about every Literotica category represented, but you will have to stay tuned for most of them.
As usual, if you send feedback with ideas of where the characters should go and what they should do, I’ll try to integrate them where I can.
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My name is Katya Antonina Tekla, but everyone calls me Kat. I was born 41 years ago just outside of Moscow. Both my parents were part of the Soviet Olympic training program and they managed to defect when I was just 2 years old. They originally settled in Denver to be close to the U.S. training center in Colorado Springs, but we moved a few years later to San Diego. My parents loved everything about America and wanted me to grow up with a ‘typical’ American upbringing, whatever that is. So instead of my parent’s alpine sports I grew up on surfing, beach volleyball and boys. Surrounded by the stereotypical California girl, I stood out like a sore thumb. I was taller and had jet black hair. The boys didn’t seem to mind. Apparently they found my Russian heritage appealing and although I didn’t need to speak with an accent, I sometimes faked it. I had my pick of boys on the beach. I was always playing sports so I was fit and trim although I wish my breasts were bigger. There were many girls a little curvier than my muscular form who flaunted their boobs with the smallest bikinis and the extra attention they received made me jealous.
I made it through high school without having a serious boyfriend, although I did fool around a bit during the weekend beach bonfires. Still volleyball was my life and I ended up getting a scholarship to UCLA. This was great for me. Away from home for the first time, but not so far that my parents couldn’t attend the home matches. They were so proud of me and dreamed of me making the U.S. Women’s Volleyball team. Alas that dream didn’t happen, but I did get a degree in sports psychology/training with a minor in business.
After graduation I had to get a job in the real world. I still could live at home so I took a job at a popular national chain of fitness centers. I began helping people who wanted to lose weight and/or get in better shape. It was a fun job, but it seemed like almost all the men were just trying to hit on me. Basically I tuned all their stupid comments out, acted professionally, gave them advice and took their money. But one day a man offered me a proposition that changed my life. He wasn’t there to work out. He said he was a rep for Nautilus and they were looking for model to work at a trade show the next month in Las Vegas. Of course I was skeptical. It wouldn’t have been the first time a guy tried to pick me up with the model angle. But he told me to take is business card and contact Julie Simmons at their office. She would tell her how to apply and make the arrangements. After that he went to talk to one of the male trainers and I could tell he was making the same pitch.
The next day I called Julie. She was pleasant and asked me to mail in a headshot picture and a full body picture in my workout clothes. Since I already had those two shots in my portfolio I show perspective clients, this was not a problem. She explained that the trade show ran for 4 days. They put together a group of fitness professional to be working out on the equipment while the sales reps work the clients. I would be paid $200 per day plus they would pick up a hotel room and meal expenses. The pay was more than I made at the gym so I told her to count me in.
The show was grueling. I figured I’d get a little vacation out of the deal, but it was definitely work not play. My roommate Karen and I had to be at the convention center by 9am. The doors opened at 9:30 and the show ran until 5 each night. There were 20 models in all, 10 men and 10 women. At least 1 man and 1 woman were on the machines at any given time, although when it was busy up to 8 of us were working. Needless to say, I was tired at the end of the day. We tried to take in some of the nightlife, but we just didn’t have the energy so it was early to bed and early to rise.
Still the show was a great experience and I was enjoying myself. The last day as the show was about to close and the booths were starting to be broken down, an older man, ok he was only about 40 but that seemed old to me at the time, introduced himself to me. I was a sweaty mess and could only think about getting back to the hotel for a shower. He said his name was Bill Lendowski. He asked about my background and whether I worked in a gym. My slimeball radar went into overdrive, but he persisted and explained that he managed a venture capital fund and was looking to invest in a fitness company. I still didn’t quite believe him but since it was our last night I agreed to meet him in the bar after I freshened up. I probably should not have done that, but I was determined to have a little adventure in Vegas.
Back at the hotel I quickly showered and started getting dressed. I had brought a couple of sexy cocktail dresses to town but had not had the energy to wear them. What the hell, I figured. It’s my last night in Vegas. I chose my classic black dress, it was short, but not too short and I quickly added thigh high black stocking and a black pair of pumps with about a 3′ heel. Looking in the mirror I liked what I saw. Karen agreed to come to the bar as protection and off we went. Bill was waiting and wasn’t surprised at all to see Karen with me. He ordered a round of drinks and we began to talk about the industry. It turned out Bill was serious about looking for investments. He obviously was also very interested in me. We talked for an hour and I began getting a little tipsy. Bill offered to take us to dinner and we let him. I was expecting Bill to make a move and try to get us to our room after dinner, but he was a perfect gentleman. Karen wanted to go dancing and Bill said he had a 9pm meeting with an investor so we parted ways.
Karen and I had fun at the club, but she ended up hooking up with a guy and left me hanging. I wasn’t exactly mad, but I was disappointed. Walking back to my hotel I absentmindedly reached into my purse and found Bill’s card. It was about 11:30, but I figured, what the hell. I called him and asked if he was interested in a nightcap. He asked where I was and 10 minutes later a limo pulled up and Bill opened the door. He said had been heading back to his condo when I called. I didn’t realize he lived in Vegas. He said he didn’t full time, but it kept it for tax purposes as there is no state income tax and because he comes to all the major trade shows anyway.
I got into the car and didn’t ask whether we were going. I just rode silently as we traversed the Strip. I was busy watching the lights and signs. All the way there I was having crazy thoughts. I’m not a prude by any means, but I wasn’t sexually experienced either. The few boyfriend I had slept with were not great lovers and the only times I have been able to orgasm have been by my own hand. Now I was in a car with a man I had just met with no clue where he was taking me. As the bright lights of the Strip
gave way to a dim, by comparison, side street, the limo pulled up to a high rise condo building. The driver opened Bill’s door first and he got out. I waited in the back as the men walked around the car and the driver opened my door. Bill held out his hand taking mine gently and helping me out of the car. He was a perfect gentleman as he escorted me into the building.
Once inside the door of his condo, we walked to a floor to ceiling window that overlooked the Strip. Bill wrapped his arms around me from behind. I could feel his warm breath on my neck as he began to kiss it and I shuddered. I took hold of his hands with mine as he continued to nibble on my neck. I felt his body press into mine and I began to melt. This man definitely knew way more than my previous boyfriend when it came to pleasing a woman. He gently pulled his hand free and softly drew them down from the shoulders to my hips.
‘You are an incredibly beautiful woman Katya.’
Nobody calls me Katya. Everybody used the playful nickname Kat instead. Hearing it as he was exploring my body made me feel like a woman. I felt Bill begin to reach around me again. I pushed back softly against his chest longing for his next touch. As I drew my hand in again to regrab his, I felt in left hand gentle, but firmly, take hold of both my hands and pull them together at my waist. Bill pulled his body back slightly and I felt the zipper on my dress begin to descend. I had never felt anything so erotic. Once my dress was loose, Bill used both hands to slide it off my shoulders until it fell to the floor. I was powerless to move under his touch and I felt him expertly remove my bra quickly followed by my panties. I was now naked in his condo except for my stockings and heels.
Bill’s hands continued to explore my body. I was tingling as his fingers finally found my most sensitive spot. I was ready for him and he knew it. He pushed my forward until I was pressed up against the window and I heard his zipper drawing down and then his pants hit the floor. Reaching around me he took both my hands in his and raised them to shoulder level and pressed my palms against the glass. Instantly I understood he wanted me to leave them there as he slid his hands down my body to my hips and pulled my ass back forcing me to bend slightly. His left hand then began to explore my pussy. I was gushing in anticipation as his fingers began to probe my labia and rub my clit. I couldn’t tell if he was stroking himself with his right hand, but soon I felt his cock beckoning for entrance to my womanhood.
I was completely awash in the eroticism of the moment. I had not seen his face since we entered his condo and now he was piercing my most protected spot while I stared at the city below. As I said before, he knew how to please a woman. As his thrusts became deeper and more forceful, he began to play with my clit with this left hand and tweak my nipples with his right.
Earlier I mentioned that I wish my breasts were bigger, but what they lack in size, my nipples more than make up for in sensitivity. When I get excited my nipples get large, hard and manipulating them turns me on like nobody’s business. In my room at night I can usually almost cum just from stimulating my nipples and now with Bill doing that for me while playing with my clit and savagely pounding my pussy from behind, I came for the first time with a man. It wasn’t a little cum either. I began to howl like I have never done before. I was shaking and my arms could no longer support me as I began to collapse against the window. Quick as a flash Bill grabbed by hips to hold me up as he continued to pummel my defenseless pussy. Wave after wave of orgasm crashed over me. Soon my legs were giving out and I slid off his cock and down to the floor with my back against the window. I was out of breath and the only sound was the air escaping from my pussy.
Bill was staring at my limp form on the floor. His cock glistened with my juices as it stood out triumphantly. Bill began to move forward toward my limp body. He never said a word, but simply pulled my head to his cock and pushed it into my mouth. I had only sucked a few cocks in my life and never one that had just been in my pussy. My boyfriends had all been quick shooters. If fact I wondered why Bill had not cum. Bill held my head while he slowly slid his dick into and out of my mouth until I felt a shot of cum hit the back of my throat. My gag reflex kicked in and I jerked my head back just far enough to catch a mountainous load of cum straight in my face. Volley after volley coated my face and began to drip down off my chin and onto my chest. I’ve never seen a man come to much or so hard. I took it as a complement.
‘You look gorgeous Katya with a face full of cum. You should do that often.’
I smiled weakly. I didn’t know how to respond. I sat on the floor for several minutes while Bill retrieved a towel and a robe. He said he was drawing a bath for me and that I was a wonderful lover. In my mind I questioned exactly what I did since he did all the work, but I said nothing. Bill helped me clean off my face and then helped me stand up. He put the robe on me and then escorted me to the bathroom and the waiting whirlpool tub. Bill continued to hold my hand as I settled into the tub. He then lit a candle and turned off the light promising to collect me in a little while. Basking in the glow of the best orgasm of my life, my pussy continued to pulse and I was definitely glad I decided to get into the limo.
Bill returned about half an hour later with two glasses of Champaign to toast our evening together. He had removed his shirt and I finally got a good look at his body. He definitely worked out and looked great for his age. His cock was beginning to stir again as he looked down on my naked form in the tub. After I drank the first glass of Champaign Bill moved next to the tub to refill my glass. Instead of grabbing the glass, I grabbed his cock and pulled him toward my mouth. I had never been a fan of giving head, mainly I think, because my previous partners had been slow to reciprocate. But with Bill is just seemed natural. He had given me so much pleasure I wanted to return the favor.
I ended up spending the night at Bill’s condo. We made love in the morning. I say made love because the pace was less frantic and he spent a lot of time caressing me and even ate my pussy. He took his time once he penetrated me, missionary position this time. He used slow and gentle strokes of his cock to drive me into a frenzy. I had never met a man with such self control. At the end I was panting and begging him to switch gears and give it to me like last night. He just shook his head and continued his slow, methodical thrusts. Just when I thought I could take it anymore, Bill pulled out. Rocking onto his knees, he grabbed my hips and lifted me as if I was a rag doll. Bill rolled me over and I immediately pushed my ass up to greet him. Bill re-entered me with all the passion he had shown last night. The force drove my head into the pillow as he grabbed my hips and drove his cock deep inside me. He spread my ass cheeks exposing my virgin rosebud. I was afraid it was his intention to bury his magnificent cock up my ass, but I was too far gone to care. Over and over he pounded away at my pussy until a sweet orgasm overtook my body. As I was starting to shake and convulse, I felt his cock plop out of my pussy and almost immediately I felt the sticky splatter of his load hitting my ass and up my back.
I basked in the glow of another Bill induced orgasm, curling up in the rumpled sheets. I knew I had a plane to catch back to San Diego and I needed to shower and pick up my suitcases at my hotel, but I didn’t want this moment to end. Bill also had a flight, back to his home near Chicago so he jumped in the shower first. By the time I was ready to get out of the bed he was done in the bathroom. After my shower I did my best to redress by I was definitely disheveled and I knew I looked like I had a wild night of sex. Bill had the limo d
rop me back at the hotel on his way to the airport. I gave him my cell phone number and told him to call. He gave me a kiss and was off. I wondered if I would ever see him again.
When I got back to the room Karen was packed and heading out.
‘Holy cow, girl, you must have had fun last night,’ she exclaimed when she saw me.
‘Yeah, I meet back up with Bill. He turned out to be a wild guy.’
‘Whatever happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, eh?’
‘I don’t ever pick up one-night stands, but it was great. Are you off to the airport?’
‘My flight is in two hours.’
‘Can you give me 10 minutes and we can split a cab?’
‘Sure. I’ll meet you in the lobby.’
Karen was off leaving me to quickly strip off my club clothes and stuff them in my suitcase. I slipped on a pair of jeans and a tank top, threw the rest of my clothes and bathroom bag in my luggage, tried to quickly tease her hair into some order and headed downstairs. Even though I had showered, I still felt dirty. Not my body, but my mind. I could still feel Bill’s hands roaming over my flesh and the fact that I had not had time to primp this morning reminded me of my escapades every time I caught a glimpse of my reflection.
Karen asked for details while we shared the cab to the airport. I was vague as I didn’t want her to think this was a normal thing for me. Her hookup didn’t go well and she had returned to the hotel a little after 1am. She said she was surprised not to find me there and really surprised when I wasn’t back when she woke up.
We parted ways at the terminal since her flight was leaving from a different building. I got myself checked in and through security with about 45 minutes to spare before boarding. As I sat at the boarding gate my mind drifted back to Bill’s condo and our exploits. My pussy began to get moist and I briefly considered going to the bathroom to masturbate, but I managed to control my thoughts enough to make it onto the plane. The flight home was uneventful. I took a cab to my parent’s house and thankfully they were not home so I was able to unpack and shower again without having to explain my appearance. That night in bed, I tossed and turned. I kept thinking about Bill and how empty my bed seemed without him there. I hoped he would call soon to sweep me off my feet again.
Several days passed without a phone call. While reaching for a credit card in my wallet, I came across the business card he had given me in Vegas. I stared at the card for about half an hour wondering if I should call him. I decided to give him one more day. The next day he didn’t call and again I decided to give him one more day. I just couldn’t bring myself to call him. A man that wealthy, good looking and skilled in the bedroom must have first choice of women and why would I ever be anything more than a notch on the bedpost.
After seriously bumming myself out with that thought, I had convinced myself that the whole Vegas trip had been a mistake never to be spoken of again. I decided to go down to the beach to clear my head. I changed into my smallest bikini, even if Bill didn’t want me there were plenty of men who would, threw my cell phone, wallet and keys into my beach bag and headed out the door. I had not even made it to the end of the driveway when my phone rang. It was a 224 area code which I didn’t recognize. I picked up the call and it was Bill. Immediately my heart melted and any animosity I felt toward him evaporated.
After some chit chat getting caught up, Bill told me that he was going to be Palm Springs, CA in two weeks for a financial seminar. It was going to be held at a swanky spa resort and he would very much like it if I came along. Of course I agreed immediately. Getting the time off from work wasn’t a problem and two weeks later I was pulling my car into the resort. A porter took my bags and I wondered how he would know where they went, but instead of worrying I just walked into the lobby.
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