Robert had some important ad clients who wanted to do the whole glam Manchester Friday night out thing. Kate was dragged in to be the spot of eye-candy for the group, and do a bit of simpering while hanging off Robert’s arm. After dinner, the guys very much wanted to go to a tittie bar and very much worried that Kate wouldn’t be cool with that.
Robert had asked Kate to look something up on the Net before Kate came out. Like getting herself glammed-up doesn’t take enough time. But Kate wowed the guys with her detailed knowledge of tittie bars.
Of course, none of these guys could ever pass the dress code of any serious fetish club. Kate fancied a club with something for the ladies. She did think of organising some strippers to come round to her place, but we were all out at my place, and Kate couldn't think of anywhere to farm out her boyz – they’re just too little for sleepovers.
Kate and I love the euphemisms "gentlemen's clubs" (oh please!)m table-dancing — the way guys get all excited about being totally ripped-off just because they're going to see some attractive girlie flesh.
Robert’s clients were totally in awe of Kate, in a nudge nudge, wow she must be up for it way, for taking them to a tittie bar.
So the guys get this laddish chick to come and dance for them. She’s cute: slim and slithery, with perky B-cups that point up at the ceiling, really tight cropped hair and very cute freckles across her face. And she's giving it that oily lap dancer's dance. Working the boys in turn well. I don’t know why, but the guys got try and cop a free look when she’s doing a turn for one of them. Must be like guys not looking at each others willies when they are having a pee.
Kate, of course, is the centre of attention from other guys in the club, casting sly looks at her trim form and long ash blonde hair. But let’s face it, watching a woman strip but no touching only goes so far. You sort of wonder why the guys put up with being ripped off so much.
So Kate announces, semi-truthfully, that she and Robert have to go home — babysitters. The boss guy – Danny – rather improperly suggests that Robert go home and Kate goes back to the hotel with the lads. Boozed up and sexed-up, these guys are getting well above themselves.
So Robert compromises and asks the lads to come back to their place instead. He ignores that Katie look, the one that says, if they boyz wake up I be really cross.
So we get a limo back to the house. The guys do that points-out-of-ten for great tittie bars they've been too as northern lowlife streets shoot past.
Back at the house, Katie tries to settle the mood, putting the lights on real dim, a few candles, pour some neat vodkas, and slip a little smooth jazz on.
The lads carry on with their pay-for-sex ratings, moving on to escorts. It’s like they've forgotten Kate’s there, or Kate’s attained temporary lad status. And neither Robert nor Kate mention Kate’s former sex working jobs.
They finish the first bottle of vodka, and Kate gets the other one out of the freezer. Being a home, Kate feels she can relax. It that feels real good. Kate hasn’t had a major blow out like this since the New Year.
The lads are slouched on sofas and Kate’s spinning slowly round the room by herself, dancing slow to the fuzzy jazz downbeat tones, waving the vodka bottle poetically in the air to the sexy licks of a fretless bass.
"I think your beautiful wife is totally smashed" Danny remarked. The guys all start laughing at her slow dancing alone - and Kate starts laughing too. Laughing so much she tumbles over the ottoman. "Whoops-See-Daisy" Kate squeaks and staggers back to her rocky feet.
Kate has all their boozy attention now, as she slo-mos around the room.
"Who would like me to dance for them, hmmm? ... who fancies a closer look?" She says, slowly lifting the hem of her skirt up the side of her thigh. Up and up and up until they can see the white elastic string of her panties looped high over her bony hip.
Kevin lurches unsteadily, brandishing a wad of notes, "whao! yeah, sure, I’d love to see some real classy hot piece of arse!" - he'd hardly spoken all night. Kate had assumed he was a bit of retard...
Oh well; it's always the quiet ones, so they say. He gets on his knees and stuffs the money into her knicker elastic, coping a quick glance at her satin white panties stretched tight over her pussy bone.
Kate’s giggling, flushed with memories of the younger Katie working as an escort girl. She’d forgotten that absolute moment of control you have over a herd of randy guys, when you can just glide through them and do anything you want ... a n y t h i n g.
Kate pushed Kevin off his knees, so he's lying on the wooden floor. Kate stood right over his head, and started dancing. Kevin’s looking right up her skirt as Kate sway with the beat. Kate looked at Robert to check he's cool.
Oh yeah, he's cool. He’s got his hand down is trousers, and he's stroking himself watching his beautiful wife whore herself. "Go baby" he says quietly, "go show 'em what a little pig slut fucker you are ..." his eyes glaze into hers as she stands with her legs further apart over Kevin, and slowly bends at the knees.
Kevin "wooooooows" as he watches the white cotton of her thong stretch tighter and tighter over her sex as Kate lower herself over his face. And there's a collective "ooooooooooh ffffffffffffffffuck" as Kevin’s face disappears under her skirt, and Kate sits on his happy face.
Kate feels Kevin start to lick the satin gusset of her panties, and Kate rocks across his face to the rhythm of his tongue. Kate look round the room as she rides this young boy-man. He’s the only one not now touching himself. Kate lifts up my skirt to her waist, so everyone can see the round fleshy tanned expanse of her arse, with only the thin strip of the thong covering her most tender spots. They can all see Kevin licking her. They can all see her pushing herself on to his tongue.
Kate laid herself down along his body, pushing her pubic bone into his mouth. Kate laid her head on his groin, just in front of a large prominent bump in his trousers. Kate pushed the flat of her hand over the bump - a muffled oooooooooooh leaked out from underneath her. Kevin’s hard-on seems bent double in his underpants. Kate unzipped his fly, and delicately extracts his throbbing 7" bendy banana cock.
His fat purple head winks at her. Kate blew softly across it. Kate felt a shuddering underneath her. Kate touched it with the tip of her finger. Another shudder. Kate pulled back his foreskin, to open the hole in its head slightly. Kate stuck her tongue out, and just placed the tip of it in eye of his cock. He judders, using his powerful thighs to push his cock up on to her tongue. Kate cranes her neck slightly, opens her mouth wider, and lowers her lips around his shaft.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaarrggggggggghhhhhhh" cries come from between her legs as fumbling hands fight with her thong to dig it out of her arse crack and drag it over one of her cheeks. Kate sucked strongly on his cock, waiting for the taste of a tongue on her cunt. Kevin seems to struggle forever - how hard can it be to concentrate with a woman sitting on your face, sucking your cock?
Suddenly Kate’s ooooohing as a stiff tongue launches into her vagina. Kate swishes her long blonde hair to one side so everyone can see how deep Kate’s taking Kevin. But as Kate does so, Kate finds another man kneeling, pointing his rock-hard cock greedily at her face. Kate doesn't have to look up. Kate can recognise my husband's erect penis easily enough - hey, spot the cock, sounds like an idea for game show.
With one hand Kate rubs Kevin’s bendy cock, while she attaches her face to her husband cock. He strokes himself slowly as Kate glides her tongue under his foreskin - just the way he likes it.
Kate feels a fresh pair of hands on her buttocks, and the soft sloshing of a straining tongue in her cunt being replaced by something altogether harder. Kate takes her face off my husband's cock for a moment, and looks behind. Christian, the fat account manager, is kneeling with his trousers round his ankles. He sort of sneers at her, and starts to pump her.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh yeah man" Kate simpers at him, "fuck me, yeah fuck me hard ... ooof yeah ... do it!"
Kate returns her head to her husband's cock, and let it easily flow through her mouth and down into her throat. Robert groans loudly above her. He puts a big hand round her back of head, and draws her in even deeper. Kate feels his other hand join hers in jacking off Kevin. Fuck he knows how sexy Kate finds that - guys jacking each other off. And then Kate realises Kevin’s tongue is still attacking her cunt, and that he must be licking off Christian’s cock as it enters me. That sends her off.
Kate’s cumming on the end of Christian’s shafting pole. Kate’s cumming on the tip of Kevin’s tongue. Kate’s cumming (and gagging) on my husband's cock meat. Kate’s cumming sliding a hand up and down Kevin’s slimy bendy cock.
As Kate cums Christian smacks her tight arse with a stinging "yeah fucking bitch, go for it! Grunt like a whore". And Robert grabs a yank of her hair and picks up the chorus in between the hard slaps on her reddening arse. "yeah pig fuck slut, you nasty little bitch, cum like a fuck whore." he starts ejaculating directly down her throat, making her gag involuntarily, snatching her head back so Kate could cough up his cum from my lungs. and he slaps me across the face, shouting "fuck you bitch, take it, take it all" and he rams his cock back into her mouth and offloads spit after spit of heavy lumpy cum on to her tongue and over her lips and chin.
Christian likes that, likes the slap, and off loads his own spunk deep up Katie’s wet cunt in a set of deep butt slamming cunt pumps.
For a moment every thing is still. Christian and my Robert slack themselves back to their seats, exhausted. Then Kate feels the little tickle of Kevin’s tongue on her hot pussy. Kate returns her head back down on to his cock, and lets it gently slide through her mouth, her teeth lightly grazing it, lubricating his cock with her husband's cum. as Kate nestles her rear-end back full in his face, and allows Christian’s cum to ooze out of her and on to his busy tongue.
They stayed like that for what seems a long while, until Kate feels a hand on her shoulder, lifting her up off Kevin’s cock. It was Danny, the boss. "Come on babe."
Kate let him lead her off Kevin and guide her to lie down on the sofa. Kevin kneels beside her face, one hand slowly jacking himself off, one hand stroking her erect nipple through the material of her bra and blouse - things had got so out of hand so quickly Kate never removed them. While Danny lifts up the flap of her skirt, lifts up her ankles on top his shoulders, and carefully enters her.
Kate nibbles at the tip of Kevin’s cock. After a few moments Kevin shoots his load over her face and neck in three heavy thick long lines of cum. Kate licks him clean. Drained, he goes to sit down, rest, watch and finish his drink, while Danny very very very slowly fucks her stupid.
They get into the groove of the music, and it's good.
Danny is totally hard for her, totally focused. He lets her mind reach inside the walls of her cunt and allows her to ride her own slow rhythm. Kate cums for him. Quietly, with a pillow stuffed in her mouth, it was so intense. He ignores her cumming. He continues to focus on fucking her steadily, each stroke a measured one, each thrust angled to pleasure her. Kate cums for him again. Loudly, arching her back, gasping for breath. Fucking fantastic. Danny still rides her steadily, remorselessly. Then for a moment he pulls out of her and strokes his cock gently.
"You’re wet babe" he remarks.
Kate left her legs up high to pull up the round of her bottom. "You can put in somewhere dry" Kate burbled coyly.
He considers her, considers her arse, and then pushes his cock down with his hand so that it engages in the puckered opening of her shithole. He starts to push his gleaming wet cock into her tight dry arse. Nothing. He pushes harder, firmer. Nothing. He gradually raises the pressure as he leans his weight into fucking Kate’s pink-chocolate anus. It’s hurting. It’s a good hurt. Kate can ride it. But it's hurting. Kate whimpers with the pain, but raises her hips higher and opens her legs a fraction wider. "Ooooooooof" her sphincter gives way and the fat bulb of Danny’s cockhead pushes its way slowly but irresistibly up into Kate’s rectum. "Ooof fuck yeah" Kate’s semi-speaking, semi-grunting "ooof god fuck it, fuck my arse!" Kate hisses.
There’s a movement in the room. Kate looks round. The other guys are watching but sleepy - a drunk / drained 4am sleepiness. There’s little figure in the doorway. Owen, Kate’s three year old son is peeking into the andle lit room, watching his mummy being slowly arsefucked by a strange man.
"What is it honey, can't you sleep?" Danny stops for a moment when he realises Kate’s talking to a small boy. But then turns back to his task, and slowly starts pushing his cock further and further up her arse.
Owen pads across the room in a barefooted trot, into his mummy's arms.
"Did you have a bad dream, my little boy?" it's difficult to coo with a stuffed bum, "this is Danny, he's a friend of your daddy" Owen regards Danny’s slowly rocking body suspiciously. "Would you like a feed, Sweetie?” Owen nods.
Kate unbuttons my blouse half way down, and pops the clasp of her front loading bra. With a gentle stroke of the hand, the cup of my bra is brushed away to reveal her firm tittie. It wobbles slightly with each soft trust of Danny’s cock up her arse, like a large poached egg lying on her chest. Kate’s tittie is marked by a tiny white triangle - from her mini-bikini top – with a cherry red tall nipple in its centre.
Owen clambers up on to the sofa, lays in his mummy's arm, and plants his greedy mouth on his mummy's lactating tittie. "Ooof" it feels so good - milking my son and having my arse slow fucked. "Ooof" bizarre, but intense.
"What does that feel like?" Danny softly asks, "Giving milk, I mean, is it sexy."
"Of course it is, duh! I’m having my nipple sucked and my arse fucked!” And as her boy greedily sucks, Kate can feel her tittie getting less tight, less full. Danny grins at her stupidly, and just rides his cock its full length up her arse and back down again.
Kate feel the grip of Owen's mouth give way. My warm sweet milk and the gently rocking of my arse-fucked body have quickly lulled him back off to sleep.
Kate feels sort of soporific herself, like Kate’s in a half twilight world between the tenderist drowsy sleep and the slowest sneaky cum. Danny places his finger on the top of her pubic bone, and moves it to start softly rubbing her clit. Kate cums again — a wordless cum, just juddering, gripping her feeding son to her chest.
Danny slooooooooooowly pulls out of Kate’s arse, and kneels upright between her open legs - rubbing his shitty cock intently now. Kate feels her arse slowly contract. Danny abruptly stops rubbing his cock.
Aaaaarghooooooof" he grunts and shoots his long thin stringy cum up over her skirt, her blouse, her titties, her neck. And shoots it again, and again. Then falls back, spent.