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Temporary Separation Please direct any questions or comments or ENCOURAGEMENT to: [email protected] Chapter One. Katherine toweled her long brown hair as she stepped out of the bathroom and into the master bedroom. Wiggling her damp toes into the thick carpet, she called downstairs to her new husband, "Sweetheart, how much time do we have left before we've got to go?" "A little over an hour," Bob hollered up at her. She did a loose wrap-around with her short blue silk robe and set herself down on her padded vanity stool to fix her hair. She leaned at the waist and her damp curls tumbled in front of her. Rubbing at them for just a minute more, she scrubbed in a big handful of mousse with her fingertips. With her head still tipped down between her knees, she blow-dried her hair and daydreamed a little. Katherine smiled at the thought of getting to dress up again and go to another Memphis charity event with her husband. The best part of any date was getting to have such a handsome and respected man to hold her tightly as he worked the room. He was so proud of her! She couldn't wait to squeeze his arm and try to be charming and beautiful for all the people he knew. It only had been a few years since she was out of school and here she was married to this amazing man. She giggled a little as she ran the dryer over her shiny curtain of hair. When it was finally dry, she tightly coiled each section of it up into a roller and pinned it on her head. Practically skipping into her large walk-in closet, she stood at the door and started tossing through her drawers and outfits. She leaned out to touch the iPod controls and filled the room with music. She shimmied back and forth as she evaluated her options. Katherine paused for a second and sighed as she rustled around in a drawer and touched the ivory bridal corset she'd worn at their wedding. She instead pulled out a deep black satin bustier and untied her robe. Katherine hung up her blue robe and started hooking the tiny metal catches of the bustier around her waist. Twisting the catches around to her back, she wiggled it up to cradle her full new breasts. They were a present from Bob. After they'd been dating for about a year, Bob offered them to her. At only twenty-five, her figure had been pretty darned good, but he'd always paid a lot of attention to them and she'd finally asked him - in a bedroom whisper - whether she'd be even prettier with bigger ones. Katherine had always fantasized about it, but figured they'd be way too expensive. Since she'd met Bob, money had never been a problem, so Katherine gleefully went through the procedure. She absolutely adored all the new attention to her larger and firmer "accessories". She pulled up the bustier and her heavy round breasts were supported high on her chest. She ran her palms over their tops and smiled into her full- length mirror. Oh yeah, he'll like that. As she breathed, her little nipped-in waist forced her tits to swell like a bellows. Katherine swatted the dangling garters out of the way and pulled up a little pair of black thong panties to nestle between her cheeks. She rustled through her stocking drawer and carefully pulled out a pair of basic black stockings with a lace top. Feeling the dissipating warmth from the rollers on her head, she sat down at the foot of their four-post king- size bed and slowly worked the stockings up over her ankles and thighs. Standing up and snapping them into place, she went browsing her second closet for a pair of heels. She stepped into the high heels, wiggled her toes into the tips, and wriggled them around on her feet to coax them into place. Before Bob, her boyfriends had mostly said she was all legs. She pulled her dress out of the closet and clicked the hangar over the top of one of the double doors leading to the bedroom. She noted that her makeup box was again a mess as she sat down again at the big mirrored vanity. "I need a maid to take care of this place," she groaned. She glanced down and smiled at the bustier's engineering marvels as she started to make up her pretty face. "Are you done up there?" Bob said from the ground floor. Katherine laughed out loud. She knew he wasn't really expecting her to be finished just yet. He just wanted to know if she was getting to the good part. She finished with her foundation and yelled after him, "Yes, come on up when you want." She reached down and made sure her garters were all snapped and stretched tightly around her hips. She was just painting her lips a nice soft neutral pink when she heard him walking up the wooden staircase and then into the room. "MMmmmm," he moaned lightly, "that's my baby." He came in and sat down behind her on the bed. She glanced up at him in the mirror and smiled the uniquely radiant "I love you" smile of a recent bride. Already in his suit, except for his coat, he casually watched her as she finished her makeup. Bob loved to watch Katherine get dolled up for anything. Ever since she started staying at his house, she would consistently make him late in the mornings as she fiddled with getting her hair just right and her daily color scheme just perfect. His eyes on her felt heavenly and she unconsciously took longer and longer to get ready. It was divine to have his undivided and complete attention. It had developed into a routine and she got progressively fussier about her appearance. She finished up with the twin bands of silver eyeshadow over her light blue eyes and felt him watching her as she layered on her mascara. She flicked the brush back and forth on her eyelashes as he got up and rummaged around behind her. He walked over and put one of his heavy hands on her shoulder. "Wear these," he said, as he gently placed her diamonds on her vanity table. She turned over her shoulder to look up at him and thanked him again for the jewelry he'd given her. "But of course," she cooed. Finishing with her makeup, Katherine reached up and started to unroll her long brown curls. Bob stood behind her in the mirror and watched, absentmindedly stroking his yellow silk tie. He was transfixed as each individual curl would SPROING up and down on her shoulders as she released it. She grinned as she fiddled with it, knowing full well that he was watching every motion as she wrangled the rowdy ringlets into place. Bob settled back down on the bed. He could feel himself getting turned on as his new young bride gently ran her long fingernails through her curls. His heart thumped as she deliberately started playfully experimenting with her hairpins. His eyes glazed over just a little as she pulled out a pair of gold and diamond combs and swept her hair back over her ears. Bob's cock barely twitched, however, even after Katherine sprayed and was fluffing it into place. "Why don't you come on over here," he said, looking at her breasts in the mirror. "Let's give it a try." Katherine excitedly stood in her heels and spun around to face him. The large mirror reflected her curls behind her, as she catwalked towards him with a big grin on her face. He took her by the hand and pulled her down to a soft landing on her knees in front of him. He unbuckled his own pants and pulled them down as she stared up at him. As he pulled himself free, he leaned up and put his other hand on the top of one gorgeous breast. Bob scooted forward on the bed and softly rumbled, "Come on and put it in your mouth." With anticipation and hope, Katherine put her hands on Bob's thighs and leaned her face down into his lap. She took him softly into her mouth and sucked lightly as he held her shoulders and started talking to her. Her rich brown curls bounced down her back as he gently pulled her down into him and she started working her mouth back and forth. "You are so beautiful," Bob moaned. "I can't believe I got to marry you. You're the prettiest girl I've ever seen. And you've got the cutest little ass." Katherine wiggled saucily at that and started to bob a little harder, trying to grip the soft cock at its base to keep it in her mouth. "And you're so good to me. Even though I'm an impotent old man. Keep sucking right there. Oh, right there. Maybe that will work. Lick that spot right there. Yeah, right there. There. You are so beautiful." Bob leaned back a little on the bed, one hand behind him and the other reaching down to cup his bride's breast. Though he kept talking softly, Katherine wasn't sure whether he was speaking to her or trying to reassure himself. Since Bob's minor heart scare, two weeks before they had gotten engaged, nothing had been the same. She danced her whole body back and forth, trying to rekindle the magic, her garters stretching against her hips and thighs and her brand-new breasts jiggling against Bob's legs. Her warmth spread between her legs like wildfire. After almost five minutes with no response, Bob finally touched her face with his hands and lifted her lips off of him. He leaned down and kissed her and guided her to her feet as he stood. He hugged her tight and talked into her ear. "Look, I know you're young and you don't want an old man who can't... you know... who can't get it up. Sit down." He led her around to sit on the bed and knelt down in front of her, tucking himself into his pants. "I've got a plan." He put his hands on her stocking knees and spread them wide. "I want you to be happy." She looked down at him and put her hands in his short salt- and-pepper hair. His hands pulled her tiny panties to the side as he pushed his nose into her. Katherine jumped a little on the bed and wrapped her hands around him. "You haven't gotten a real lay in months. And that's just not proper for a young girl. I want you to go out and cheat on me." "What?!?" she replied, her pink lips slightly smeared. "What?" Bob kept nibbling on her pussy as he talked to her. "You heard me. It's not permanent. We know that. And, of course. I want us to have a baby eventually. But not yet. And I want you to be happy. So I want you to go play. Without me. Just until I get better. Until we're ready to have a baby. It's just the drugs they give me." He put his tongue into her and Katherine got lost in the haze of his crazy talk and physical stimulation. "You heard me," he said. "I want you to go out. And find yourself a proper hammer. Just until this all passes over. We didn't know it would be like this. When we got engaged. And when we got married." She started to take little gasps of air as she pushed herself into him and his rumbling voice vibrated at her crotch. The tingles were starting. "What do you think? Do you want to? I won't be mad. I want you to. Just for a while. Go get yourself laid. When you're twenty-six, you ought to get laid more. And by a proper cock. Just until this blows over. Right?" She was over the edge. "Yes, yes, yes, Yes, Yes, YES, YES, YES, YYEESS," she agreed. Chapter Two. "I told you I wasn't ever gonna treat you like no princess." It was Katherine's third date in a week and her second with Eric. With her on her knees, he towered above her. He leaned down just a little closer and gripped the curls on the back of her head a little tighter, giving her whole head a quick shake back and forth as he lectured her. "I know you like a big dick in your mouth, don't you, you little slut?" She nodded as best she could with his cock stuffed halfway into her mouth. He expedited her compliant little nod by yanking her up and down by the hair. "You're gonna suck it like you mean it, or I've got better things to do," he told her. "Look up at me. Look up." He pulled at her curls again and she strained to open her big blue eyes at him without nipping at the round monster in her mouth. She had to arch her back and her big new tits stuck out even further from her chest. She put her hands gently down to her sides, as he'd instructed, and listened intently as he yanked her around by her brown curls. He pulled her head in closer and the throbbing head of his cock rubbed against the back of her mouth as he told her, "Look, you little bitch, when I let you suck, you better go to town. And when I want to hump that tight little mouth of yours, you better let me do what I want. And as much as I want. You understand?" He got louder and louder as he barked orders to her. She tilted her head slightly forward and back to say yes, with her eyes watering from the cock tickling at her throat. She felt his fist tense at the back of her head and force her to give an enthusiastic nod up and down. "That's right. You're not ever gonna be some spoiled little princess. You're just a dumb little cocksucker, aren't you? Tell me. TELL ME!" He shook her head violently for her. "Yeth," she attempted to say with his cock buried in her mouth. Opening her lips any further would have been difficult. "Yes, what?" he barked. Katherine suddenly very aware that Eric had left the door wide open to the spare basement bedroom they were in. Any loud sound would, no doubt, travel down the little hallway to the stairs and up onto the main level of her house. She wondered where Bob was hanging out. "Yeth, thir," she cowered, trying to hide her blue eyes beneath painted lids. He shook her again. "Tell me you're a dumb little cocksucker. Say it! SAY IT!" He raised his left hand and threatened to slap her. "YETHIR! I'b a dub wiwl cukthuker!" "Louder! You LOOK like a dumb little cocksucker." He took both hands and wrapped them in her hair. He pressed his cock a little deeper as she groveled for him. As she tried to talk, he pulled it in and out a little, fucking her mouth. "I'b a dub wiwl cukthuker! I'b a dub wiwl cukthuker!" She continued to berate herself as Eric kept working his cock in and out of her mouth. He encouraged her to get louder, her tongue unable to form the words clearly with her mouth stuffed so full. Eric suddenly pulled out of her mouth and a thin line of drool trailed from Katherine's mouth down her chin. She knelt there, trying to get her breath. His cock still long and throbbing, just an inch or so from her lips. He took his left hand and moved it to the top of her head, gathering her naturally curly hair in his fist. "Now, beg for it, you dumb little cocksucker. Beg me to stuff it in your little cunt mouth. You want it, don't you?" She did. She stared cross-eyed at his cock while she said things she didn't think she was capable of. Her pussy took over her whole body and her brain focused on only one thing. Getting that cock. So she begged. She told him she wanted his cock so bad. And she wanted him to pound it in her anywhere he wanted. For as long as he wanted. And to use her little holes to cum in. When she wasn't loud enough, he told her so. Katherine dangled from his left hand and he slapped her cheek anytime he wanted her to say something. In the living room, where Bob was sitting, he could hear the low rumble of Eric's voice saying something, interspersed by Katherine loudly begging for Eric to do things to her. "Fuck my mouth! Please! Fuck my mouth with your big cock! I NEED it in my mouth! I need your cum SO bad! I'm a dumb little cocksucker. Please put it in! Stuff it in my mouth!" Bob could hear the crack of Eric's hand against his bride's face as he slapped her repeatedly. He'd hit her and she'd beg even more. She sounded so desperate for his cock. And then her voice faded completely, replaced by the occasional unintelligible rumble of Eric's voice. Bob turned the pages of his newspaper and tried not to pay attention. After long enough to completely ruin her mascara and have her go fully limp in his hands, Eric finally pulled Katherine's mouth off of his shaft. She gasped and sputtered as he let her go. Her lips were slick with spit and she looked up at him. "Get up on the bed. Get up on your back." She quickly stood in her new red stiletto heels. Eric told her to buy them and get used to wearing them. So she'd practiced this afternoon in five inch heels for the first time. She still wobbled a bit, but the three steps to the bed were relatively easy. Tumbling onto her back was a piece of cake. And spreading her knees was pure reflex. "That's right, whore, put those fuck me shoes up in the air. If those even touch the sheets, you're in deep shit. You understand?" Eric climbed up onto his knees between her legs. His shiny cock waggled in front of him. Katherine nodded up at him and obediently raised her candy red shoes even higher into the air. "Reach down and spread it for me. Show me exactly how much you like getting fucked, you little slut." Katherine stretched both hands down between her legs and peeled herself back with her long red fingernails. Eric slapped at one of her tits as she begged him to fuck her. He pushed himself into her tight pussy and thought to himself that she was becoming quite a noisy little fuck. Her cunt squeezed down on his cock like a warm, wet embrace. Katherine teetered up the stairs in her new high heels and peeked around the corner into the living room. "Sweetheart? Are you there?" Bob had heard her coming. And had walked into the kitchen to pretend he was making himself a sandwich. "Uh-huh," he replied softly. "Eric wants to take me out for just a bit. He said he'd have me back in two hours. If we're not, call my cell phone. Is that okay, sweetheart?" Bob thought about all the sounds he'd heard from downstairs for the last couple of hours. Eric was a mule. And his wife had squeaked like a rocking chair the whole time. "Okay. Be safe." And then he added, "Are you okay?" "Oh, yeah. I'm absolutely okay. Thanks a million, sweetie! I'll see you soon!" Katherine turned to step back down the stairs. Bob took a deep breath and stared much too hard at the loaf of wheat bread in his hand. Eric had her get out of his big black Ford truck and pump his gas while ha made a phone call. Every car that stopped tried to get the pump closest to hers. She certainly stood out in her red stiletto heels and her black leather miniskirt. She was just glad that Eric had let her fix her makeup and hastily try and repair her curls before he took her out. Her nipples were hard in the cold fall air and, without a bra, poked right through her tight white sweater. She tried to ignore the attention as best she could and willed the digital numbers on the pump to go faster. "Katherine? Is that you?" she heard from behind her. She tensed and turned. "I thought that was you. It's been a long time. How are you? I heard you got married." "Oh gosh," she gasped as she turned. "Sean! Oh my gosh." She put both of her hands to her mouth. "Yeah, I know. You look beautiful. You always did." He came closer and she looked up at his pretty eyes. "How are you? You got married, right?" As if on cue, Eric rolled his tinted window down and interjected, "Hey, babe, is he bothering you?" "No, no," she trembled nervously. "He's not. This is ... This is my ex- boyfriend." "Oh, okay. Let me know if he gives you any problem," Eric replied and rolled back up the window. Sean smiled weakly, "Is that your husband?" Katherine crumpled inside, not having any idea at all what to say. "No." And she paused for a moment. "No. He's not." She paused again before Sean took up the slack in the conversation. "That's okay. I understand. Is everything okay with you?" "Yeah, everything is really wonderful." She thought about their breakup, right after she'd met Bob, and she quickly reviewed how messy the whole thing was. He'd always been so sweet and gentle about the whole thing. She just wanted him to be happy. "I've been married for three months now. And everything has been really great." Sean's face fell, but he sweetly watched every move she made and listened intently to every awful word. "I'm not even close to married yet. I haven't really even been dating anybody. Would it be out of place to say I miss you?" The gas pump thunked as it shut off. "That I miss you a lot?" Sean reached down and replaced the handle. "No, that's not awful," Katherine offered. "It's really sweet. You always were really sweet, Sean. I wish things had turned out better for you." She looked up at him, still not having any idea what to say to him. Eric rolled down the car window again. "Hey, get on in the truck. Come on." Katherine reached up for her handle as he rolled the window back up. "Well, it was good to see you," Sean said, still not willing to turn away from her after so long without. She looked over at him. "Why don't you give me a call sometime? It's been so long now. I'd love to know how you're doing." Sean smiled that simple, pretty smile of his. Attention from your true love is better than heroin. "Absolutely. I'm not really working anywhere right now, so I'm free anytime." "You're not working? What are ... ," she stopped abruptly and glanced up at the big truck. She gave him her number and he helped her up into the truck in her high heels and tight leather miniskirt. Eric glared at him sternly. "Shut the door." Sean watched the big man put his hand roughly on her thigh. "Call me soon," she whispered at him. Sean shut the door, somewhat puzzled but hopeful, and the black truck rolled away. Chapter Three. "Are you sure this has to be the last time? Are you sure?" Sean said, as Katherine held his hand and led him through the living room. When she reached the hardwood floors of the foyer, her heels clicked and echoed around the high-ceilinged room. She started up the stairs to the upper floor and squeezed his hand a little with her white lacy gloves. "That's what Bob decided," her ass rolling in front of him as he followed her. "I talked him into giving you a place to stay since you lost your job, but he's not really that thrilled to have my ex-boyfriend living in the basement and having sex with me all the time. You've got to understand, right?" She trailed her hand along the smooth banister as she reached the top of the stairs, pulling Sean along behind her. "Well," he paused. "Well. I. I. I really have loved seeing you again these last few weeks. And. Well. What about that other guy you're seeing?" Katherine interrupted, "Sean! It's either this or you've got to go. I'm allowed to give you a place to stay until you get on your feet, so let me, okay? You want to keep seeing me, right? I know you still love me, don't you?" She spun around on the balls of her feet as she talked, dancing in her spikes and bouncing coquettishly as she walked down the hall to her bedroom. "Katherine, you KNOW I love you. I still love you," he winced a little as he said it. "Then what's the trouble? I know you'll be happier if you stay. And it's been really fun having you here. You're good to have around." She let go of his hand and opened the double doors to the master bedroom. "Come on. Don't ruin this. One more time, okay?" "Well," he started. "One more time," she insisted. "Let's make it special. And then we'll see what happens, okay? Don't you want me? I really wanted to make this special. Do you like my outfit?" Sean looked her up and down as she turned around at the foot of the bed. "Of course I do. You know what I like. I still can't believe he bought you those," he said, as he reluctantly appreciated the twin swells of her breasts. The white lace trimmed the top of the little blue silk gown and also circled her high, high hemline. She had tied the little bow in the middle tight around a high waist and the skirt moved and shimmied with every move. Her legs traveled on even further in her white lace thigh highs, all roses and sweetness up and down her legs. The sweetness, however, ended in the white five inch heels. Or maybe they were sweet for somebody. "I love my new boobs!" she spurted out and cupped her hands under them. "Bob is so good to me! I can't believe..." She stopped short when she saw Sean's reaction. She took a step over to him and pulled his arms around her. She leaned forward into him, pressing herself into him, the long white ribbons tied in her curls swaying behind her. He took her lead and kissed her. Her smell was what he'd remembered so vividly from when they were together. Her scent clung to both his memory and his clothes. They kissed tenderly at the foot of her bed. "Oh, I want you to do me. I want you to really do me one last time." Katherine cooed in his ear. "Come on." She pulled his arms from around her and held both his hands in her soft gloves as she backed onto the bed. She smiled up at him with bright pink lips and flashing blue eyes as she spread her knees apart and leaned back onto the bed. Sean leaned down over her and then fell to the floor between her knees. He gently put his hands on her stockinged thighs, so soft in his hands, and started lapping at her pussy. "Oh, Sean. No, I want you to really DO me. Do me hard," Katherine cooed at him. Sean put his hands underneath her ass and pulled her onto his mouth, pressing his face into her and closing his eyes. He starting pushing his tongue faster around her clitoris. The man really did know what he was doing down there. She felt the blood rushing and her heart start pumping. "But. But, Sean. But," Katherine started. And then stopped as he pressed a long finger into her. "Okay. Forget it. That's good. That's really good. Oh, keep ... keep doing that." She relaxed back onto the bed with her ex-boyfriend licking away at her sex. She brought her knees up and rocked against his face. She stroked both of her tits through the cool silk of her nightgown and her pretty gloves. "Oh, God yes." She shrieked loudly enough to be heard all the way through the windows and out to the driveway as she rode his tongue to orgasm. She pressed her thighs around his head and pulled him into her with both hands. Over the last few weeks, she'd learned her lessons well from Eric on how to beg for it like a little cunt. "Oh, Sean! I need you in me. I want you to fuck the hell out of me! I need a cock in me. Fuck me as hard as you can!" Katherine rolled over on her hands and knees and arched her back, the lace-trimmed silk skirt hanging up at her waist and her high heels dangling off the edge of the bed. Her brown curls skimmed the bed as she turned her head over one shoulder. Sean got up and stepped to the edge of the bed between her feet. He put his hands on her waist, touching the soft silk, and his cock started throbbing hard against his boxers. She backed into him and rubbed her crotch against him. He felt her stockings rub against his thighs and his pulse quickened again. She kicked at him with her high heels and frantically begged, "Put it in me. I need it in me. Please. Please put it in my pussy." He pulled down his boxers and looked sadly down at her wet pussy. He drooped noticeably, "Are you sure this has to be the last time, Katherine?" She turned over to sit on the bed, her legs gathered underneath her. She was already completely out of breath, but something in her was a little sad about the surprise she had for Sean. "Yes. It's got to be. But I don't want to talk about it. Please make the last time great. And I'll talk with Bob about touching you again, okay? I promise." She took his shoulders, kissed him, and leaned herself back with him on top of her. She rubbed her stockings around his hips and back as she wrapped her legs around him. She felt his cock between her legs reacting to her touch. Sweetly, she said, "Now be a good boy and fuck me, okay? Please? Do it for me, okay? I want you to cum so good." "Okay," he said as he reached down between his legs and helped push his penis into her. She sighed as it went in and Sean just kept thinking about his sweet ex-girlfriend. He laid down on top of her and put one arm around her neck. He touched the pretty nightgown and ran his hands over the fine fabric. He knew he could have never afforded to buy her anything like that when they were dating. Or ever. "You know I love you, don't you?" Even his thrusts seemed distressing to Katherine. "I want you to stay here at our house forever. You want that, don't you?" He nodded over her and picked up his pace, amiably plunging into her. "I want that too. You're such a good..." She stopped short of saying friend as he quietly rocked back and forth in her. "You're just good. I can't imagine not having you around. We'll find a way." "Really?" "Yes, really," she replied. "You'd do anything to stay, wouldn't you?" He nodded silently over her and the bed creaked lightly. "Good. I want you to stay. I really want you to stay." She was still as sweet as she ever was, he thought. She still really liked him. She really did. And she felt so good in his arms. She felt all soft and smooth. Sean barely made any noise as he came. He breathed quietly near her ear as he softened. "Okay, that's got to be the last time," Katherine said, as Sean sat there recovering. "Roll over and hop off of me. Just for a minute. Bob told me to do something." Sean rolled over onto his back and stared up at the vaulted ceiling. Katherine swung her heels off the bed and dug around in the bedside table. She lifted out a little box and crawled down to his feet. She kept talking to him as she opened it and took out its contents with a clink. "I've got to put this on you." Sean sat up on his elbows and watched as she leaned in and kissed his cock from top to bottom, then wiped it with a rough cloth. He whimpered and cringed with the cold as she pulled his balls through a thick loop of metal. Her lace gloves were so soft that he almost didn't mind. She then started to work his flaccid penis into a little tube, pushing and working at the excess flesh. "What is that?" Sean asked. "Hold on just a minute and I'll explain," she replied. Katherine wrinkled up her brows in concentration as she used her fingers to work his limp tool into the thin metal tube. "Just hold on for a second." Sean watched her work and tried not to flinch as she pinched and pulled at his member. It barely fit at all in the little metal sleeve. When the head popped through the end of the tube, she smiled with accomplishment and worked around in the box again. Sean's eyes widened as she pulled out a tiny little silver padlock. "Oh, wait, wait, wait! What IS that?" "I told you to hold on just a minute." Katherine reached between his legs and pulled on the metal tube and ring around his cock. Tugging firmly, she snapped the lock into two tiny holes. Sean panicked as the tiny lock clicked shut and his penis was bent into its final position. He shot up and put his hands to the chastity device, examining it. Katherine said, "Just calm down. It's a little metal cage for you. Bob said he wanted to make sure he was the only real man living in his house." She leaned in close and kissed him to calm him down. "Don't worry. It's totally okay." "What have you done???" Sean cried. "I told you that was the last time. Bob says we're not allowed to have sex anymore. That'll keep him from having to worry about us. And if you wear it, he says you're allowed to stay." Sean sat there, dumbfounded. "You still want to stay, don't you?" She kissed him on the cheek and on the ears as she whispered at him to calm him down. Her curls tickled at his neck and she still smelled heavenly. "Yes." "You still love me, don't you?" "Of course," Sean stared at the little lock. "Do you have the keys?" "Oh, no," she whispered up at him. "Bob has them. If you get ready to leave the house, we'll just talk to him about it." "But..." Sean started. "Shhhhhh," she stopped him. "It'll be okay, I promise." She held her finger to his lips. "And you and I have some unfinished business to attend to." She spread her legs and rubbed at herself with her other hand. Sean started kissing down her neck, her breasts, and her belly, leading down to putting his tongue back to work. Katherine ran her hand gently down his cheek. "Oh, you're so sweet. But I didn't mean you. I've got a date with Eric tonight." She started to scoot towards the edge of the bed. "Do you want to help me get ready? You were always so good at helping me with my outfits." As she stood up in her white high heels and tugged her thigh highs back into place, Sean touched at his cage and looked over at her. "If I were you, I wouldn't be touching that much," she said. "It'll just make it harder." She giggled as she realized what she'd said. "Come on and help me get ready. You're such a good boy. I'm so glad you decided to stay. I just can't wait to see Eric tonight." Chapter Four. The alarm went off in his dark bedroom and Sean reached over to turn it off. He yawned and rolled over, keeping his eyes closed. I've got to get up, he thought. I really have to get up. Get up. Get up. I've got to get everything ready. He rolled his sore feet to the floor. His calves and ankles still ached a little bit from yesterday. He stood and went into the little bathroom, the metal cage clinking lightly between his legs. He hopped into the shower, washed himself thoroughly, and shaved his legs smooth. Still not quite awake, he went through his morning routine. He checked his fingernails and his toenails to make sure the new coat of bright red polish had lasted through the night without chips or scuffs. He carefully pulled his black stockings up over his feet and up to his upper thighs. They still felt so soft and delicate against his hairless legs. He stepped into his white ruffled panties and stretched out the waistband over his hips, snapping them tight. The ruffles were so airy as he spun around to his dresser. He fetched his black corset and pulled it around himself, taking each little silver front clasp and hooking it carefully together. He then contorted himself around and tugged and pulled at the laces in back until the corset fitted itself around his waist and hips. He took the extra length of cord and tied it to the doorknob in the bedroom and walked himself forward until he could feel the opening in the back of the corset begin to meet. It made his ribs ache, but he knew he could never get into the dress otherwise. He leaned forward, feeling his ribs creak. When the corset was fully closed, Sean wrapped the remainder of the loose laces around his waist and tied it off. He glanced in the mirror and saw how pink his face had gotten from all the constrained exertion. He leaned over as best he could and attached his garters to the tops of his stockings. He checked his reflection to make sure the thin seams up the back of his legs were straight as he finished clipping the stockings taut. The garters felt so snug against his hips and butt as he moved. He slipped his arms into his black bra and fought to clasp it behind his back. He'd never ever been able to quite get the hang of fiddling with things behind himself. When he finally got it closed, he took his two fake breasts out of a box and slipped them into the cups. They were good- sized and felt so cold when he first put them in. He hadn't yet gotten used to having the extra weight on his chest. The black and white maid's dress was hanging in his closet. Sean fetched it down off of its hanger and unzipped it from the neck down to its waist. He stepped into it and slipped his arms into the sleeves. The satin always felt amazing against his skin. He remembered the first time Katherine had helped him into the dress. She'd reassured him that she'd really wanted him to stay and that Bob kept saying he didn't want another man under his roof. She'd convinced him, somehow, that this was the only way he'd be allowed to stick around. So he agreed. He couldn't bear to leave her. The zipper of the dress now firmly nestled at the top of his neck, he turned to get his white crisp petticoats from the closet. The lace trim of the dress tightly encircled his neck and rubbed against his skin with every movement. He stepped into his petticoats and pulled them up under his dress, tying them off around his newly-hourglass waist. They shuffled and scratched with every little motion. He arranged the short skirt of his dress to cover the petticoats as best he could, but the bouffant fabric floated his skirt up around his hips with every move. He flared his skirts and sat down at his makeup mirror. His gentle hands found the little box of bobby pins and he brought it out onto the table. Sean pulled the long bright blonde ponytail hairpiece off of the side of his mirror and arranged it carefully on the back of his head. Clipped into his own hair - now bleached to match - the thick ponytail hung down between his shoulderblades. He took a few bobby pins and secured a few locks of his hair back and out of his face. It only took four pins to lock the delicate white lace cap on the top of his head and fan it out so it stayed pert and in place. After painting his lips to match his fingernails, he dabbed out a snippet of glue onto a kleenex and let it tacky up a little. Although they didn't really need it, thanks to the tightness of the little black corset, he brushed the rouge pinkness onto both of his cheeks. And then he dipped the ends of his thick black false eyelashes into the tacky glue and affixed them to his eyelids. It took over an hour to learn how to do it the first time. But Katherine stood over him and patiently worked with him until his fingers could do what his brain asked them to do. It still took a lot of getting used to the extra weight on his eyelids. He batted them in the mirror a little and he swore that the generated windpower gently rustled his golden bangs. Sean checked the clock - right on time so far. He stood up and gathered his new shoes up onto the bench. Bending over in the corset was practically impossible, but he wanted to delay putting the shoes on for as long as possible. With one foot on the floor, he lifted his other leg and finally slipped his foot into the black patent leather pump. He'd shined both shoes last night carefully to get rid of all the scuffs. He wiggled his toes into the pointy cramped V of the leather and leaned down to buckle the tiny black straps around his ankle. He repeated the process with his other shoe and teetered back and forth in front of his mirror, getting used to the stiletto six inch heels. Finally, he pulled the thick lacy white gloves onto his fingers. They made all this detail work all but impossible, so he put them on last. He took teeny tiny steps over to the back of his door and glanced into the full length mirror. The petticoats bounced against his ass with every step and he could feel the watery breast-forms jiggle on his chest as he gaited across the floor. The weight of the blonde ponytail was so distracting. Shoot, everything was distracting! And his toes pressed down into the impossibly high heels. It was going to be another long day. He walked upstairs and made breakfast for two. Blueberry pancakes with syrup, coffee, and two glasses of orange juice. The sun started to warm up the day and brighten up the kitchen as Sean clicked around in his heels, trying hard not to mess up his uniform. Wearing the stockings, heels, and gloves made him so incredibly CONSCIOUS of everything. It was impossible to get too distracted by anything when a simple misstep could ruin some element of his outfit. He gathered the pancakes and juice onto a silver tray and gingerly minced his way upstairs. While holding the tray, Sean watched the minutes on the clock in the hallway tick over from fifty-nine to straight up and down and then opened the door to the master bedroom. Katherine was snuggled up to her husband under the covers with her arms around him. Her rich curls spread out over the pillow as she silently breathed in and out. One foot quietly in front of the other, he set down the heavy tray next to the bed. He lifted the tiny bell off the tray and rang it once. It softly reverberated in the room. Bob turned his head to acknowledge Sean, who then placed the bell once again on the tray. Bob shifted under the covers until he faced his young bride. He whispered, "Sweetheart? ... Beautiful?" The fabric covering her hips moved slightly as she stirred. Bob laughed just a little as he opened his eyes to see her. He kissed her on the forehead as Sean walked around to open the heavy silk curtains. Gentle sunlight streamed through the windows as Katherine tipped her head back so she could kiss him back. Sean heard their movements from the bed as he went to stand in the corner of the bedroom. He faced the wall, his skirts just touching each side, with his hands to his sides. "Oh, I was just dreeeeaming," Katherine smiled. "I dreamed I'd married the most amaaaaazing man." She stretched out her arms and cooed as Bob leaned over to put his hand on her shoulder. "You did," he replied. "Oh, I know," she said. "But it doesn't mean I can't dream about it too!" He swatted playfully at her. Katherine took the big fluffy pillow and crammed it into his face with a soft bamf. Bob laughed out loud and rolled over on top of her. "Ohhhhhh, get off of me, you brute," she giggled. Bob stretched out his arm and grabbed today's newspaper off of the silver tray. He threatened to unroll it right over her when she reached down and ticked his sides with her long nails. He snorted and popped her with the heavy newspaper as he rolled back onto the bed. "Breakfast smells DELICIOUS." Katherine sat up in her beige silk nightgown and took a plate from the silver tray. She moaned approvingly, her mouth watering. Sean shifted from one high heel to the other. She poured the sugary syrup all over the pancakes and cut herself a big hunk of golden yummy-ness. "Do you want your plate, sweetie?" "No, not quite yet. I want to see if the paper said anything about the downtown project." Bob reached up and smoothed his thinning hair as he sat up. He shuffled through the paper and opened up the front page in front of him. "Oh, this is sooo good. You have to try some!" Katherine used her knife and fork to hastily cut up the entire stack of pancakes into bite-sized chunks and was putting them into her mouth just as fast as she could. "I'm just ravenous." Bob chuckled behind the paper. "I'll get mine. Just hang on a few minutes." Sean could hear them shifting on the bed as he stared at the neutral- colored walls at point-blank range. He could hear the metal knife and fork tink and clank against the ceramic of the plate as Katherine buzzsawed through her breakfast. His heart soared at her little appreciative moans. He heard her set her plate back on the end table. "Ohhhhh, that was goooooood," she chirped and nestled back into the feather pillows and soft bed. Bob put down the paper. "Come here." She grinned over at him and rolled up next to him. "No, come on up here. Let's taste how sweet you are." She cowgirled her thigh over his hips and put one hand on his chest to pull herself up to his face. "You think I'm sweet, huh?" "Oh, gosh, no. You're the devil. It's the syrup that's so sweet." He touched her cheek lightly and pulled her to him, kissing her on her sticky lips. She settled her hips down on top of him as they kissed. As usual, his hands wandered to her heavy new breasts, tracing them lightly through the silk. Between kisses, he said, "I'm so ... so glad ... so glad I made you get these." She rocked herself forward into his hands and kissed him harder. His nose pressed into her cheek and tickled against her hair as their lips sang against one another. His hands worked down to the hem of her nightgown. He chuckled out loud, "I'm getting a little hungry now." Katherine sat up straddling his hips and fetched his plate. "Want me to feed it to you?" She flashed him a modestly naughty grin. "I was kind of hoping you'd say that," he returned her smile. He reached under her nightgown and felt between her legs. His strong fingers brushed against her. "I want you to. That is. If you're not too distracted." She inched herself forward on his lap. His hands softly against her sex. She picked up the fork and cut a big piece and dipped it in the syrup. As he leaned up to take the morsel between his teeth, he slid his finger up into her. Ahhh, youth, he thought. She was already moist and ready. He felt her clench him and he could watch the sea change in her expression. Katherine cut him another piece as he worked himself back and forth both inside and outside of her. She moaned loudly as he stretched another finger up into her pink folds. She rocked back and forth on his hand. The bed creaked under them. Sean stood in the corner, trying not to pay any attention to the dwindling conversation behind him. He was acutely aware of the metal cage around his manhood. It got less comfortable with every heartbeat as it refused to expand with his increasing sensitivities. Bob worked her now with the knowing experience of an older lover. He watched her full breasts bounce up and down as she squirmed on his lap, pleasuring herself with his hands. Between bites, she reached up and pulled the straps of her nightgown down off her shoulders. Her nipples firm and erect, she went back to serving her new husband his meal. He pressed up farther into her and she came loudly, still holding the syrupy plate, even after she'd fed him his last bite. He watched her chest the whole time. Katherine collapsed to his side and put the plate back on the end table. "Come take this away, would you?" She cuddled immediately back up to Bob and purred into his ear, kissing it up, down, in and out. Her ragged breath was a reminder that she'd just gotten in her required stretching this morning. Sean turned around and couldn't bear to look up at them. He winced a little as the metal cock cage caught at his flesh. When he was excited, it made it even more difficult to walk in his stiletto heels. He curtsied to pick up the tray and carried it out of the room, blushing brightly as Katherine kept kissing her husbands face and neck. Chapter Five. Sean carefully used the tiny brush to paint Katherine's lips a bright red. His face inches from hers, he smelled how feminine she was, but he concentrated intently on the candy red gloss and filling in the lines perfectly. It was wonderful to be able to be this close to her and show her how much he still loved her. Katherine sat in front of him on her vanity bench, kept still, and stared past him into the mirror. She was so incredibly sexy. And his metal cage squeezed him so incredibly tight. "Okay, you're good," he said. Like a playfully excited kitten, Katherine whipped her head around to look into her mirror. She smiled broadly and admired his artwork. She leaned close and kept making faces in the gilded mirror to see herself from all angles. She reached up and, with a lean finger, lightly smudged the side of her smoky beige eyeshadow. Sean moved around behind her in his high heels. His petticoats rustled loudly with every movement, reminding him of how he had to dress. "You're getting SOO good at this!" she exclaimed and clapped her hands together. She looked up at him and smiled. "It's so amazing to have you around! I'm so glad Bob lets you stay. Aren't you glad?" Sean tried to stop himself from looking too much like the cat that ate the canary. He didn't want to scare her off by saying what he was thinking. He just wanted to show her. Show - don't tell - right? She'd eventually see. "Of course I'm glad," he replied. "I have so much fun being here for you." He smiled back at her and put his white-gloved hands on her shoulders, coaxing her back around into facing the mirror. "Now, we've got to finish your hair." "Oh yeah." Katherine spun around on the padded seat and sat up straight. She wiggled back and forth a little, backing herself into position. He pulled the rollers out of her hair with a growing expertise and lightly ran his fingers through her rich dark curls to break them up. Katherine nervously bounced one leg up and down, but watched his work quietly. Sean leaned down over her to pick up a chunky leopard-print barrette from the dresser. He accidentally smashed his "breast" into the back of Katherine's head and she giggled at his clumsiness. He swept the long curls at her temples back over both ears and pinned them carefully in place with the barrette. Katherine swished her head from side to side, looking at her fluffy curls spilling all the way down her back. She felt the soft hair brush against her skin and closed her eyes just for a moment to savor the feeling. After she approved, he shielded her eyes and sprayed it into place. "Okay, we've just got to get your boots on and we're done. Can you turn around?" She grabbed her long silver hoop earrings off the vanity and extended her leg. Sean awkwardly got down on his knees in front of her. He worked the black patent leather boot up onto her foot and started tugging at the laces, running all the way up to her knees. Katherine cocked her head to one side and put in one earring and then the other. She stretched her neck around, feeling the metal tap lightly against her jaw, as she pulled on her soft, wrist-length leopard gloves. Sean finished with both boots and she stood up on the stiletto heels. "Yaaaa," she yelped as she tottered a little. "I haven't practiced enough. Six inch platforms aren't so easy are they?" Sean just smiled sheepishly at her as she put her hand on his head to regain her balance. She strutted over to her full length mirror and preened, looking at herself both this way and that, spinning around, squatting, and still tossing her long curls down her bare back. She still couldn't believe how sexy Bob's new boobs were, all swelled and firm. And the outfit Sean had picked out was more than a little feline, she thought. Between the leopard barrette, the gloves, and the leopard garter belt, she playfully mewed to herself. She'd be a big ol' purring kitty, she thought, except she'd just made sure she wasn't furry anymore. She stroked the smooth skin between her legs for a moment and then reached down and twisted her fishnet stockings perfectly into place. She reached for her sheer black wrap. Rolling herself up in it around her shoulders and back, she cheerfully announced, "I'm ready!" And then, more quietly, "Oh my God, I'm soooo ready." Sean avoided looking right at her, wishing silently that he could do something to stop the painful swelling under his skirts. They both had to be very careful walking down the stairs to the kitchen in their towering heels. Katherine asked, "So what are you making us for dinner tonight?" She chatted nervously with him for a few minutes as Sean dug through a cookbook and started to bring ingredients out from the walk-in pantry and refrigerator. Her expensive breasts beautifully on display through the black nothing of mesh, Sean had to try hard to keep his mind on fixing dinner. The doorbell rang and Katherine gave a little squeal. "I'll get it!" She excitedly clicked her way across the floor to the front door with a million tiny little steps. She rounded the corner into the front hallway and, through the window, she could see the huge, jet black truck parked square in the middle of her driveway. She stopped for a second to check herself in the hallway mirror and took an awe-inspiring deep breath. Then she pulled open the front door. "Hey there!" she posed languidly in the door, practically wagging her tail. Eric was so BIG, and still so much taller than her, even in these heels. She looked up at him and watched him look her from top ... to bottom ... and to the top again, without even saying a word. She smiled. "Is it good?" Eric gave a little smirk and dug for something in his jacket pocket. Katherine watched him and was much too excited to leave any silence hanging in the air. "You said ... well, you said you'd fuck me like an animal. So ... so, well, I wanted to try and be a little animal ... for you." She failed miserably at trying not to appear nervous. Something metal clanked as Eric pulled his hand out of his pocket. "Shut up, you stupid little cunt." He beckoned her closer. "Put this on." Katherine stepped out through the door onto the front porch, standing directly in his long shadow. She reached out and took the black leather collar from his hand. He watched her inadvertently bat her eyelashes as she moved her blue eyes from the thick collar up to his face and then back down to the coarse thing in her hand. She held it up to her neck. "Go ahead, slut. Buckle it up nice and tight." He could be so intimidating. She felt her knees go a little weak as she weaved the warm leather between her curls and the back of her neck. She reached back and pulled it taut around her neck. The thing was several inches thick and she gazed down at his boots as she tugged it into place. "Tighter," he instructed. "Do it right." It was already tight. There was a large metal ring that hung down in front and swung down against her clavicle. Katherine pulled the collar one more hole and swallowed as she clicked the metal through the little hole in the leather. It pinched for a moment, and then loosened itself - just a touch - and settled into place. She raised her eyes and adjusted to the thick leather and the amplified thump-thump of her heart beating in her head. "There you go," Eric said. He was so calm and collected. He reached up and took the ring of the collar in his big paw and yanked down on it. Katherine gave a little gasp and bent at the waist, as he controlled her so easily with the tight leather around her neck. "Now, I want you to greet me right. Like a dumb little cocksucker. You are a dumb little cocksucker, aren't you?" Katherine agreed out loud that she was and tried to take him by the hand and lead him inside. Eric kept his hand on the ring of her collar and jerked her head around, snapping her back to in front of him. She almost toppled over in her heels. "Right here," he commanded. "Get on your knees." Her eyes were about even with his stomach as he held her firmly in place. She flashed her bright blue eyes up at him, just for an instant. "Outside?" she thought. Katherine contemplated the different lines of sight to her neighbors' houses and all the way out to the cross-street to their cul-de-sac. But Eric started pulling at her collar and she knew better than to complain. His big hands had made such a striking impact on her in the past. Putting her hands on his hips, Katherine lowered herself to her fishnetted knees. At least I'm on the doormat, she thought. Eric rested a hand on her head and straightened himself back up. She looked up at him and mustered her enthusiasm, opening her mouth just slightly and focusing on his crotch. She undid his belt and struggled just a little with his zipper. The snug leopard-print gloves deadened her fingertips and she was already so nervous. His ropy muscle of a cock flopped out. Eric could practically watch her bird-brain empty once she saw his thick shaft. It wasn't even fully hard yet and she was drooling all over herself to get it into her mouth. These bitches were all the same. Just like he'd trained her, she hungrily slurped it in. Her focus was intense. Only one thing bounced around in Katherine's head - Eric's cock. He watched her as she put one of her dainty gloves on his butt and the other under his balls. The black mesh wrap whispered against her skin as Eric pulled it off of her and revealed her breasts to the cool fall air. Her broad nipples were already rock hard. Eric let his eyes wander as the little cocksucker enthusiastically bobbed herself back and forth on his growing shaft. He could hear the little collar creak time along with her leather boots as she rocked her body back and forth. He dropped the wispy black fabric behind him on the porch. "That's a good girl. Suck it like that's all you're good for." He stood there and let her work on him. He watched her jaw stretch as he grew bigger in her mouth. He watched her fluffy curls bounce down her back. He watched her long lashes as she concentrated intently on her work. He looked at her soft shoulders with their soft skin. And he watched the leopard-print garters stretch back and forth in back, framing her little rump, as she wiggled it back and forth in time with her wet, appreciative moans. Eric put his hand back in his pocket. There was a bigger metal clank this time and Katherine paused for a moment, opening her eyes and turning her head to see what it was. Eric's cock pressed into the side of her cheek. "You're such a good little cocksucker. Now put these on." He tossed the cold metal handcuffs down into her lap. They thumped heavily against her thighs and jingled down onto the porch. Katherine backed off of his fully-enlarged pole and looked down at them. Shocked, she sat back on her haunches and looked back up at him. She tried to be composed as she started to say, "Well, ca ...." He slapped her solidly across the cheek and she yelped like a puppy. She put one gloved hand up to her pretty face and felt its sting. Eric grabbed the back of her head, crushing her soft curls in his grip, and tipped her head back to look up at him. He shook her head as he told her, "Don't talk unless I tell you to." He paused. "Ever." He stared down into her. She was very aware that he was fully twice her size. It only took a moment for her to want to break his powerfully angry gaze. Restrained by his grip, she tried desperately not to look him in the eyes. "You want this cock, don't you cunt?" He pushed himself forward and the tip of his wet shaft waggled in her face, touching her on the nose and lips and cheeks. "Yes," she replied breathlessly. "Yes, I really do. I want it so bad." He watched her eyes start to cross as she stared at the mushroom tip poised at her lips. She thought momentarily about Sean, who was just around the corner from the open door. "Then put those on." he shook her again and let her go. Katherine gathered up the metal cuffs and put one around her wrist. She felt the whole cuff vibrate as it click-click-click-clicked closed around her gloved arm. Katherine gathered the other cuff in her hand and started working her free wrist into its unyielding grip. "Nope," he chuckled at her. He poked his cock against her cheek to get her attention. "Behind you." She paused for just a moment, holding her tongue. Her lips were so wet. And she could already smell how wet she was. She stretched her shoulders back and worked around with the cruel handcuffs until she felt the second cuff click-click-click-click closed around her wrist. She immediately became aware that this position forced her to thrust her tits out like a stripper. Katherine wiggled around trying to find some way to get comfortable with her hands and arms locked behind her. Eric watched her struggle with the cuffs and felt his cock twitch appreciatively. It was fun to see her frustrated. And it was fun to see her whole body on display like that to the neighborhood. He reached down and cupped her breasts in his big paws. "Oh, yeah. Those are nice." She snapped her head up again at the compliment and reflexively smiled. He bounced them up and down in his hands. Katherine watched his cock as he manhandled her tits. Not knowing what to do with her hands, she stroked at her thin heels and then laced her fingers together, trying to keep them still. He put the same hand he'd hit her with lightly on her cheek and then inched his fingers back around the base of her skull. Eric put his other hand on her tensed shoulder and slid it up to her tight leather collar. He took a little step forward and she opened her mouth receptively and slipped her lips around him. She felt the tightness around her throat as he curled his fingers up under the thick leather of the collar, holding her taut, and he worked his fingers up into her curls. She looked up at him submissively and sucked at the head, her cheeks concave with the negative pressure. "Oh, that's my little cocksucker," Eric muttered as he began to work his hips back and forth. Katherine was sure she heard a car from somewhere behind him. Eric obviously wasn't paying any attention as he held her head in place and buried his cock to the back of her throat. She felt its weight there and aggressively tried to relax. He shook her by the neck as she accidentally closed her eyes and she shot them back up at him. He smiled possessively down as he started to work himself back and forth lightly against her throat. The tickle was too much to take and she coughed hard and tried to pull back off the shaft. She only got away about an inch before he tightened his grip and yanked her back onto him. His thick muscle banged hard into the soft flesh at the back of her mouth. He smiled again as he saw her eyes start to water from his cock deep in her mouth. Sean wondered what was going on outside. Though he hadn't been allowed to stick around, he knew that Katherine always took Eric down to Sean's room for his visits. Bob said they were supposed to stay out of the way and out of sight. Sean stopped with dinner preparations just to listen to what was going on. He stepped lightly in his high heels to the door of the kitchen, where he could listen around the corner into the front hallway. He pushed down his petticoats so they wouldn't rustle quite so loudly. He didn't dare actually look around the corner, but he could clearly hear what was going on. He heard the noisy and rhythmic wet slurps and knew Katherine was in the hallway on her knees - or on the porch. Listening carefully, he could hear the leather boots creak as she rocked back and forth. He felt his tight metal cage get even tighter around him. She was whining sharply and loudly between gulps. Sean leaned in more closely and pressed his ear all the way to the corner of the hallway. He heard Katherine's ragged breathing through the sloppy slurps of a blow job. And he heard her gasp and sputter, coughing loudly. Followed immediately by more absolutely drenched, gagging mouthfuls. Slurp - slurp - slurp - COUGH - pause - slurp - slurp - slurp - COUGH - GASP - pause - slurp - slurp - slurp. Sean heard Katherine loudly retch and whimper followed by the sharp crack of Eric slapping her mightily. That was it.... They won't see me, he thought, and couldn't help himself from leaning around the corner, just enough to get a glimpse. Oh, God, this guy was HUGE. He'd heard all about him from Katherine, but this guy just towered over her. And he had both hands on her head - one was crushing some of her pretty curls in his fist - and he was rocking vigorously back and forth to fuck her mouth. Her hands were behind her back. And were .... And were in handcuffs! He snapped his head back around the corner and felt the long blonde ponytail twist down his back. His face grew hotter, unable to catch his breath in the corset. His penis was twitching and pulsing painfully in its steel prison. He couldn't get the image out of his head of his ex- girlfriend having her mouth violently fucked by this brute. He was stunned and leaned against the pantry doors. Eric rocked his hips back and pulled himself mostly out of Katherine's mouth. "Holy shit, you just came, didn't you? Didn't you, you little slut?" She moaned and tilted forward into him, trying to stretch out and get its heavy length onto her tongue again and between her lips. She took full breaths for the first time in a while. Her eyes were intently focused on its glistening length. "Okay, get up," he ordered, tugging at her collar and pulling her to her feet. She used the firm tug at her collar to brace herself as she struggled to get back up to her tiptoes. He grabbed her arms and spun her around, gathering his pants back up around his waist. Eric grabbed the short length of chain between her wrists, lifting her arms and arching her tits forward, and marched her inside, shutting the door behind them. Sean heard Katherine's high heels tick-tick-ticking into the house, followed by Eric's heavy bootfalls. He cringed in the kitchen, trying not to make a sound. "Come on, you little slut. You want to get fucked don't you? I'll bet you're just dying to get fucked." Sean watched the scene as Katherine stumbled past the kitchen. She'd drooled all over her chin, cheeks, mouth,