Kate Bishop and the Tracksuit Mafia
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Kate Fantasy #4
I am wearing only my panties and a white T-shirt when he comes into the room. One quick glance and I can tell he how terribly horny he is and I giggle, deciding to tease him along and see what he will do. The hard bulge in his jeans is unmistakeable.
“Well, looks like someone has been having dirty thoughts,” I say and laugh. He smiles back at me but his eyes glower as he looks me up and down.
“I’m in no mood to play around, Kate.” His voice is husky and low and I feel a slight thrill pulse through my stomach. He drops his leather jacket on a chair.
“That’s good,” I chirp at him, teasing him along, “because I don’t want to play, either. I have better things to do.” I turn my back and walk slowly to the bedroom knowing he is watching my ass. I hear him walking up behind me as I stand at the closet as if picking out something to wear.
“No,” he says, “I mean I’m not in the mood for any of your fucking games.” He places his hands on my shoulders and begins kissing my neck. I feel my knees going weak and resist the urge to turn around and embrace him fully.
“Well, maybe I’m not playing any games.” I try to say it confidently, but it comes out barely above a whisper. The electric surge takes another jump and I feel myself getting wet. His hands move from my shoulders, down my body to my hips and he pulls me back letting my ass feel that hard bulge in his jeans. I suppress a gasp and resist the urge to push back and rub against him.
He growls in my ear, “I think you want this.” I slowly shake my head, keeping up the pretense, but the thought of his long, thick cock fills my mind. “Yeah, you do. I think you want this cock fucking you, real hard and real deep.” My moan gives it away and I hear him chuckle. His hands roam up from my hips and cup my tits, fondling and squeezing through the thin T-shirt. I feel my knees weaken and I lean back into him.
“But what if I don’t want to?” I ask coyly and gasp as he squeezes my tits a little harder. He chuckles and pushes his hard bulge tighter against my ass. I let a little whimper escape my lips, loving the feel of him pressing his hard tool against me.
“Ha! ‘Don’t want to’?” he laughs. “Well, then, I guess I’ll have to make you.” I moan again and he kisses my neck and shoulder, his hands kneading my tits slowly. I try to keep the pretense going, writhing and squirming unconvincingly in his grasp. I feel myself getting so wet with anticipation. My eyes close as I lean into him.
“You’re going to ‘make me’?” I ask innocently, but I think I know what he means and I feel the thrill in my stomach become like a dynamo. One of his hands leaves my breast and I hear him rummaging in the closet. He whispers to himself “yeah, this will work” and in a moment I feel him gripping my wrists, pulling them behind my back and the feel of the sash from my bathrobe being wrapped around them tight. He pulls the knot tight making me whimper again and resumes cupping and squeezing my tits, pushing his bulge into my bound hands, making me feel how hard and big he is under those jeans. I can barely conceal my charade any longer, my struggles weak, my protests unconvincing.
He turns me around to face him and I see his eyes blazing with lust and passion. He places one hand behind my head, gripping a fistful of hair and begins kissing my lips and neck. Then he straightens, his eyes gazing hard into mine. No longer smiling, he says, “I want you on your knees”, and his grip in my hair tightens as he begins pulling down. I wince and comply, slowly dropping to my knees on the rug in front of him. I gaze up at him, eager to please him.
He reaches down and grips the neckline of my T-shirt. He pulls it out away from my body and stares inside, taking a long leer at my bare tits underneath the thin fabric. He takes a strong stance.
“You have beautiful tits, baby.” He grins. Then, gripping the neckline tight, he rips it down, tearing the fabric away and pulling the remnants halfway down my arms. I let out a loud gasp as my breasts bounce free. He opens his jeans and drops them to his ankles, letting his now rock-hard cock spring free inches from my face. It is hard and throbbing and beautiful, so big. I open my mouth for him but he hesitates.
“What do you want, baby?” he asks. “Tell me.”
I look up at him and whisper, “I want to suck your cock.” Then, looking back at the throbbing pole, “Please. I want to suck it.” I lean forward and lick the head, tasting the salty wet drop at the end. I look up at him again. “Make me suck it”, I hear myself say, not believing I could be so slutty. ‘Make me suck your cock.” If my hands were not bound behind me I would be stroking his long, lovely hard cock, pulling him into my mouth and cupping his heavy balls.
He grips the hair on the back of my head, making me look up at him. He holds his hard, thick cock with the other and, grinning down at me, guides it between my open lips. He pushes in slowly and I moan at the feel of it filling my mouth. He has both hands on my head, moving me back and forth, making me take the hard pole, making me suck his cock and making me whimper and moan like a whore. He has me captured and helpless and I take his cock deep in my mouth as he wishes.
“Yeah,” he groans, “you know you want it, baby. Suck me. Suck my dick.” I almost wish my hands were free so I could be rubbing my clit and pussy and cumming insanely. But he has me secured, helpless and exposed and the feeling is so delicious that when I look at the floor-length mirror and see myself like this, wrists tied behind my back, T-shirt in tatters, my tits in full view and my man standing over me with his hands in my hair, his pants around his ankles and his hot, hard cock filling my mouth I nearly explode in orgasmic splendor. He moans. “Oh fuck, Kate... suck me... oh fuck... so good, baby... such a good cock sucker...”
I rub my tongue on the underside of his heavy cock. I want him to cum, cum in my mouth and on my face and tits, but I want him to fuck me, too. Not knowing what he’s going to do, being helpless to his desires is so hot I feel my orgasm building and building. I moan at the sensation of him filling my mouth with his gorgeous cock. I am his willing slut, eager to take whatever he wants to give me.
He pulls out and I gasp for air as he lifts me to the bed, pushing me face first onto the mattress with my hands still tied. He gets behind me, lifting my hips so my ass is accessible and my face down on the pillow. He pulls at my panties, ripping them away. Suddenly, he slaps my ass and I gasp. I hear him chuckle and he spanks me again.
He pushes the swollen head of his cock into my hot, wet pussy and I let out a long, whorish moan. But he stops and I feel the head pulsing and throbbing at the entrance. Oh, why did he stop? I want him to fuck me so hard! I want to feel that hot, thick pole filling my cunt, pounding me hard!
“Now, you want to fuck, don’t you?” he says.
“Yes!” I moan. “Fuck me! Fuck me hard!”
He chuckles. “Work for it, baby. I want to see you work for it. Fuck my cock!”
I push my ass back slowly, his thick pole going deeper and deeper. I have to move my knees back a little to take more of it in my pussy, but it feels so good. He remains perfectly still, making me do the work and i rock back and forth, taking his hard, hot cock, squeezing it with my cunt. I start to cum, my insides queasy and thrilling and electric. I rock faster, bouncing back and forth until I feel him grab my hips with both hands and begin to fuck me in earnest. I bury my face in the pillow and scream, my orgasm wracking my body and mind as the hard cock fucks me deep. I cannot think, I just want it not to stop. He holds my ass up, pounding into me like a savage b**st, and my tits are crushed beneath me on the bed. I feel another electric wave surging through my body and scream harder into the pillow. My body is weakened and I nearly collapse on the bed.
He slows. I am gasping for air, wondering if his came, but so dazed by the orgasms. I feel him untying my wrists and rolling me onto my back. I am panting and whimpering as he climbs up my body and straddles my chest. I try to look up at him but everything is blurry and hazy. he grabs my wrists again, tying them together with the bathrobe sash, then tying them to the headboard above my head. he sits back and stares down at me and I see his cock is still hard and throbbing. He leans forward and slides it between my tits and I am, once again, his captive willing slut-slave.
“Oh, baby,” he moans as he fucks my tits, his hands pushing them together around his thrusting cock. “I’m gonna cum, baby! Oh, fuck! I’m gonna cum!” he leans forward a little more, pushing the head of his throbbing cock between my lips and I suck him in. With my wrists tied above my head I bob my head on his pole, taking him in my mouth. I want to feel him cum, taste his hot goo, be his slutty whore.
He groans and suddenly surges his cum into my mouth as I suck him. It is hot and salty and gooey and it explodes uncontrollably. Oh, I love that feeling of getting a man off, hearing him moan and groan as he cums, taking him in my mouth. He leans against the wall, supporting himself with his hands, and pushing his cumming cock deeper in my mouth. I swallow and suck and suck and swallow until he nearly collapses.
He rolls off me, lying on his side and breathing heavily. I smile, licking my lips for him to see. He reaches up and unties my wrists from the headboard. Together, we cuddle, trying to catch our breaths. He slides his arm around my shoulder and pulls me close.
“You are the greatest, baby.”
I smile and drift off to a lovely sleep.
I am wearing only my panties and a white T-shirt when he comes into the room. One quick glance and I can tell he how terribly horny he is and I giggle, deciding to tease him along and see what he will do. The hard bulge in his jeans is unmistakeable.
“Well, looks like someone has been having dirty thoughts,” I say and laugh. He smiles back at me but his eyes glower as he looks me up and down.
“I’m in no mood to play around, Kate.” His voice is husky and low and I feel a slight thrill pulse through my stomach. He drops his leather jacket on a chair.
“That’s good,” I chirp at him, teasing him along, “because I don’t want to play, either. I have better things to do.” I turn my back and walk slowly to the bedroom knowing he is watching my ass. I hear him walking up behind me as I stand at the closet as if picking out something to wear.
“No,” he says, “I mean I’m not in the mood for any of your fucking games.” He places his hands on my shoulders and begins kissing my neck. I feel my knees going weak and resist the urge to turn around and embrace him fully.
“Well, maybe I’m not playing any games.” I try to say it confidently, but it comes out barely above a whisper. The electric surge takes another jump and I feel myself getting wet. His hands move from my shoulders, down my body to my hips and he pulls me back letting my ass feel that hard bulge in his jeans. I suppress a gasp and resist the urge to push back and rub against him.
He growls in my ear, “I think you want this.” I slowly shake my head, keeping up the pretense, but the thought of his long, thick cock fills my mind. “Yeah, you do. I think you want this cock fucking you, real hard and real deep.” My moan gives it away and I hear him chuckle. His hands roam up from my hips and cup my tits, fondling and squeezing through the thin T-shirt. I feel my knees weaken and I lean back into him.
“But what if I don’t want to?” I ask coyly and gasp as he squeezes my tits a little harder. He chuckles and pushes his hard bulge tighter against my ass. I let a little whimper escape my lips, loving the feel of him pressing his hard tool against me.
“Ha! ‘Don’t want to’?” he laughs. “Well, then, I guess I’ll have to make you.” I moan again and he kisses my neck and shoulder, his hands kneading my tits slowly. I try to keep the pretense going, writhing and squirming unconvincingly in his grasp. I feel myself getting so wet with anticipation. My eyes close as I lean into him.
“You’re going to ‘make me’?” I ask innocently, but I think I know what he means and I feel the thrill in my stomach become like a dynamo. One of his hands leaves my breast and I hear him rummaging in the closet. He whispers to himself “yeah, this will work” and in a moment I feel him gripping my wrists, pulling them behind my back and the feel of the sash from my bathrobe being wrapped around them tight. He pulls the knot tight making me whimper again and resumes cupping and squeezing my tits, pushing his bulge into my bound hands, making me feel how hard and big he is under those jeans. I can barely conceal my charade any longer, my struggles weak, my protests unconvincing.
He turns me around to face him and I see his eyes blazing with lust and passion. He places one hand behind my head, gripping a fistful of hair and begins kissing my lips and neck. Then he straightens, his eyes gazing hard into mine. No longer smiling, he says, “I want you on your knees”, and his grip in my hair tightens as he begins pulling down. I wince and comply, slowly dropping to my knees on the rug in front of him. I gaze up at him, eager to please him.
He reaches down and grips the neckline of my T-shirt. He pulls it out away from my body and stares inside, taking a long leer at my bare tits underneath the thin fabric. He takes a strong stance.
“You have beautiful tits, baby.” He grins. Then, gripping the neckline tight, he rips it down, tearing the fabric away and pulling the remnants halfway down my arms. I let out a loud gasp as my breasts bounce free. He opens his jeans and drops them to his ankles, letting his now rock-hard cock spring free inches from my face. It is hard and throbbing and beautiful, so big. I open my mouth for him but he hesitates.
“What do you want, baby?” he asks. “Tell me.”
I look up at him and whisper, “I want to suck your cock.” Then, looking back at the throbbing pole, “Please. I want to suck it.” I lean forward and lick the head, tasting the salty wet drop at the end. I look up at him again. “Make me suck it”, I hear myself say, not believing I could be so slutty. ‘Make me suck your cock.” If my hands were not bound behind me I would be stroking his long, lovely hard cock, pulling him into my mouth and cupping his heavy balls.
He grips the hair on the back of my head, making me look up at him. He holds his hard, thick cock with the other and, grinning down at me, guides it between my open lips. He pushes in slowly and I moan at the feel of it filling my mouth. He has both hands on my head, moving me back and forth, making me take the hard pole, making me suck his cock and making me whimper and moan like a whore. He has me captured and helpless and I take his cock deep in my mouth as he wishes.
“Yeah,” he groans, “you know you want it, baby. Suck me. Suck my dick.” I almost wish my hands were free so I could be rubbing my clit and pussy and cumming insanely. But he has me secured, helpless and exposed and the feeling is so delicious that when I look at the floor-length mirror and see myself like this, wrists tied behind my back, T-shirt in tatters, my tits in full view and my man standing over me with his hands in my hair, his pants around his ankles and his hot, hard cock filling my mouth I nearly explode in orgasmic splendor. He moans. “Oh fuck, Kate... suck me... oh fuck... so good, baby... such a good cock sucker...”
I rub my tongue on the underside of his heavy cock. I want him to cum, cum in my mouth and on my face and tits, but I want him to fuck me, too. Not knowing what he’s going to do, being helpless to his desires is so hot I feel my orgasm building and building. I moan at the sensation of him filling my mouth with his gorgeous cock. I am his willing slut, eager to take whatever he wants to give me.
He pulls out and I gasp for air as he lifts me to the bed, pushing me face first onto the mattress with my hands still tied. He gets behind me, lifting my hips so my ass is accessible and my face down on the pillow. He pulls at my panties, ripping them away. Suddenly, he slaps my ass and I gasp. I hear him chuckle and he spanks me again.
He pushes the swollen head of his cock into my hot, wet pussy and I let out a long, whorish moan. But he stops and I feel the head pulsing and throbbing at the entrance. Oh, why did he stop? I want him to fuck me so hard! I want to feel that hot, thick pole filling my cunt, pounding me hard!
“Now, you want to fuck, don’t you?” he says.
“Yes!” I moan. “Fuck me! Fuck me hard!”
He chuckles. “Work for it, baby. I want to see you work for it. Fuck my cock!”
I push my ass back slowly, his thick pole going deeper and deeper. I have to move my knees back a little to take more of it in my pussy, but it feels so good. He remains perfectly still, making me do the work and i rock back and forth, taking his hard, hot cock, squeezing it with my cunt. I start to cum, my insides queasy and thrilling and electric. I rock faster, bouncing back and forth until I feel him grab my hips with both hands and begin to fuck me in earnest. I bury my face in the pillow and scream, my orgasm wracking my body and mind as the hard cock fucks me deep. I cannot think, I just want it not to stop. He holds my ass up, pounding into me like a savage b**st, and my tits are crushed beneath me on the bed. I feel another electric wave surging through my body and scream harder into the pillow. My body is weakened and I nearly collapse on the bed.
He slows. I am gasping for air, wondering if his came, but so dazed by the orgasms. I feel him untying my wrists and rolling me onto my back. I am panting and whimpering as he climbs up my body and straddles my chest. I try to look up at him but everything is blurry and hazy. he grabs my wrists again, tying them together with the bathrobe sash, then tying them to the headboard above my head. he sits back and stares down at me and I see his cock is still hard and throbbing. He leans forward and slides it between my tits and I am, once again, his captive willing slut-slave.
“Oh, baby,” he moans as he fucks my tits, his hands pushing them together around his thrusting cock. “I’m gonna cum, baby! Oh, fuck! I’m gonna cum!” he leans forward a little more, pushing the head of his throbbing cock between my lips and I suck him in. With my wrists tied above my head I bob my head on his pole, taking him in my mouth. I want to feel him cum, taste his hot goo, be his slutty whore.
He groans and suddenly surges his cum into my mouth as I suck him. It is hot and salty and gooey and it explodes uncontrollably. Oh, I love that feeling of getting a man off, hearing him moan and groan as he cums, taking him in my mouth. He leans against the wall, supporting himself with his hands, and pushing his cumming cock deeper in my mouth. I swallow and suck and suck and swallow until he nearly collapses.
He rolls off me, lying on his side and breathing heavily. I smile, licking my lips for him to see. He reaches up and unties my wrists from the headboard. Together, we cuddle, trying to catch our breaths. He slides his arm around my shoulder and pulls me close.
“You are the greatest, baby.”
I smile and drift off to a lovely sleep.
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