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My Favorite Feline - 2
by Thomas & Katheryn Ente (kittyluvsdaddy@yahoo.com)
***
A young girl is sent to YET ANOTHER foster home. But
instead of being treated poorly, she is welcomed with
love. Over time, she blossoms. But a tragedy rips the
family apart. Years later, she is reunited with the man
she called "Daddy", and the relationship takes a new
turn. (MF, bi, exh, oral, mast, bd, rom)
***
Author's Notes: The first three portions of this story
had appeared on a website called "Daddy-J's Den of
Discipline" which is now closed. Each portion consisted
of three "chapters". The final portion was never
posted. If response is positive, all portions
(including the "final") will be submitted to this
website. The first portion is in Archive 40 of this
site. If Kristen and her editorial staff like what they
see, perhaps they will post all of them together? We
welcome your feedback. - Thomas & Katheryn
***
Forward: WOW! The response we got from all those e-
mails to the first installment of our story was
wonderful! If we were not able to reply to yours, we
apologize. Concerning e-mails, it seems we picked up a
virus of some type that is playing havoc with our mail
programs. I’m trying to get it under control, ASAP. So,
if you have received an odd e-mail or attachment from
our YAHOO address, we apologize. In this section, we
explore Kitty’s growing sexuality with another woman,
and she actually takes a turn at relating an event in
our lives. We hope you enjoy the next three "chapters".
Thomas (Daddy) & Katheryn (Kitty)
Chapter 4:
As I opened the front door, I noticed a pleasant scent
in the house. I couldn’t quite make it out, but it has
a slightly musky smell to it. Kitty called out from the
kitchen that dinner was almost done. She was making
some broiled chicken to eat with a tossed spinach
salad. I reached around from behind to give her a hug,
and then popped a cucumber slice into my mouth.
"How was your day, sweetheart?" I smiled. Kitty was
wearing only an apron and socks, leaving her delightful
ass open to my view.
"Interesting," she answered. "Angelina came over. You
remember her, right?"
Angelina was a fellow student in Kitty’s Modern Art
class at school. "Yes. You two were supposed to work on
some type of project, right?" Kitty nodded. "So, how
did it come out? Where is it?"
"You’ll see it after dinner," came a secretive smile.
The meal passed quickly, and afterwards, we snuggled on
the sofa.
"Daddy, before I tell you about what Angelina and I did
today, I want to make sure of a few things, okay?" When
I nodded, Kitty continued. "You once told me that if I
ever found myself attracted to another person, to be
honest with you about it, and not lie. Right?"
I felt a knot in my stomach tighten, but kept a smile
on my face as I nodded.
"Well," Kitty continued, "before you start to worry, I
have no intention of leaving you for anyone. So don’t
panic!"
The look of relief on my face made Kitty laugh.
"But I need you to know that something weird happened
to me today that I never had happen to me before." At
my insistence, Kitty continued. "I… um… Well, something
happened between me and Angelina today, and I’m still
not sure what to think about it."
"You find yourself attracted to her, right?" I smiled
at Kitty’s confusion. For a girl who supposedly knew
her sexuality so well, it was endearing to see her
looking to me for guidance. "Angelina is a very pretty
girl. I don’t blame you for being interested in her."
For the record, Angelina was a few years older than
Kitty, and had a very shapely figure. While Kitty’s was
almost child-like, there was no mistaking that Angelina
was a woman. An ample bust, hips and a seductive smile
that always seemed to be on the tip of lush lips,
caused one to notice her. Her dark brown hair was cut
just below the chin, and merry blue eyes twinkled
behind wire-rimmed eyeglasses. I could easily
understand Kitty being attracted to her.
"So what happened?"
Kitty paused a moment. "It might be better if you just
saw for yourself. I was messing around with the
camcorder just before Ang’ got here. I was trying to
figure out good angles for a tripod. When I heard the
doorbell, I just put the camcorder down on the bar in
the family room and ran to get it. I forgot to turn it
off."
Kitty got up and popped a tape into the VCR. She
started it, and I could see an image of the family room
where we were now seated. (The ‘formal’ living room was
rarely used, except when we entertained.) I could just
make out voices from the front door. What Kitty had
forgotten to mention, as I soon discovered from the
tape, was that as usual, she was wandering the house
naked and had answered the door that way without
thinking.
I could hear girlish laughter as the two came back into
the room. Angelina told Kitty not to bother to get
dressed since she was to be naked anyway for the art
project. Angelina was holding several bags that had the
name of a local Arts & Crafts store.
"The idea is to make a casting of yourself in reverse
as an attempt to show the ‘inner beauty’ of a woman,"
Angelina began. "I picked up a bunch of those seven-day
candles in different colors. We can melt them in a pot
of hot water and then I will brush the wax all over you
to make the casting in various colors."
"Won’t that stick to me and be hard to remove?" Kitty
asked.
"No. First we slick you down with baby oil. Trust me,
it works great. All you have to do is remember not to
move while the wax cools and hardens. Then I peel it
off."
Kitty indicated that this was fine. They got the
candles started in the kitchen, then got an old sheet
out to catch drips and lay it across the floor after
rolling up the area rugs. While they waited, Kitty and
Angelina relaxed and enjoyed a soda, talking about
class. I could easily see that Angelina was studying
Kitty very closely, and not in just the manner that an
artist examines her subject.
After about twenty minutes (Kitty fast forwarded
through that part), it was decided that the wax was
melted properly, and Kitty lay down on the sheet.
Angelina pulled out a bottle of baby oil and started
squirting Kitty’s legs.
"Well start here and work our way up," Angelina said in
a slightly breathless voice. "I’m glad you’re shaved,
since the wax might pull (After starting our ‘Baby
Routine’, Kitty had decided to keep herself shaved)."
I could see that both Kitty and Angelina were having a
bit of a hard time remaining focused. I smiled, because
I had also given Kitty oil massages in the past, and
knew all to well what delightful results often came
from them.
"That feels wonderful," Kitty groaned as Angelina
continued slathering oil on her.
"Glad you like it," came the giggled reply.
Soon, Kitty was well oiled up, and glistening in the
sunlight that streamed through the sliding door to the
back yard. Angelina brought in the glass containers
that now had the melted wax. I must admit, I was
curious as to how this would work.
Angelina knelt down next to Kitty, and took out a few
small paintbrushes. She dipped the tips of several in
different colored wax, and soon started brushing thin
layers of warm wax across Kitty’s body. "Remember,
don’t move!"
"Would it be easier if I was secured, so I didn’t
accidentally shift?"
Angelina paused and studied Kitty, and the surrounding
room. "As enticing as that is, I see no viable way to
effectively do so. Sorry kid, you gotta’ endure." She
returned to brushing the wax on Kitty.
Soon, several layers started to build up on Kitty’s
body. The wax covered her from just below the knee to
her throat, and down her shoulders all the way out to
her elbows. Kitty did her best not to move, but I could
see that she found the whole situation erotic, what
with the warmth of the wax and Angelina leaning over
her.
At one point, Angelina paused and asked if it was okay
to remove her shirt, since it was warm, and she didn’t
want to risk getting wax on it. "Sure," Kitty managed
to whisper, so as not to move too much. Angelina pulled
off her top, and it was obvious that she hadn’t worn a
bra that day.
"Okay, now it gets tricky," Angelina paused. "Do you
get freaked out if you’re blindfolded or have your face
covered?"
"No, why?"
Angelina explained that she was about to cover Kitty’s
face with a piece of plastic wrap with a small hole in
it for a straw to breath through. She wanted to get a
general outline of Kitty’s face. Would this be too much
to endure? Kitty agreed to try.
The wax continued to be layered on, covering Kitty’s
face now, as well as her body. I had to admit that the
sight of it was getting me aroused. I could just
picture Kitty laying there, motionless, as she felt the
wax cooling and hardening on her body, tightening
across her skin, pulling at her breasts and nipples,
not to mention her smooth groin.
After a bit, Angelina finished applying all of the wax.
It looked to be almost half an inch thick on Kitty’s
body. She spoke to Kitty in a calm and reassuring
voice, as the wax continued to cool and harden. After
about fifteen minutes, she asked Kitty if she was ready
to have the wax peeled away. A muffled "Um-hum,"
indicated a "yes".
Ever so gently and slowly, Angelina lifted the edges of
the wax around Kitty’s face. Working her way downward,
she continued to tug a bit here, lift a bit there, and
ease a bit further in other spots. The whole process
took about ten minutes to complete (Thank goodness the
tape in the cam-corder was set to "SLP" for up to eight
hours of recording!). With a final gentle tug, the wax
casting of Kitty slipped off of her body, and was
flipped over onto a waiting sheet where it would be
later mounted on a piece of plywood with a plexy-glass
cover to protect it.
I stood up and paused the tape a moment in the VCR.
"Pretty cool," I commented. Where’s the wax casting
now?"
"It’s in the garage," Kitty answered. "Wanna’ see it?"
Leading me by the hand, Kitty opened the door to the
garage. There on the floor by the workbench was the wax
casting of my beloved. It was easy to recognize certain
contours of her tiny body. The face wasn’t too clear,
just indentations for the assorted features. But, that
was fine as far as Kitty and Angelina had been
concerned. Squatting down, I looked closely at the area
where Kitty’s breasts had been covered. I could easily
make out the reverse bumps of her nipples, and the
smaller indentations of her areola.
"WOW!" I exclaimed. I bet it was a trick getting it out
here.
"It was," Kitty answered.
We went back inside, and restarted the tape.
Kitty and Angelina had to gently lift the wax casting
to make sure it didn’t crack. They got it out to the
garage, and then came back inside.
"You know," Kitty sighed. "It felt wonderful when you
were rubbing that oil on me."
"I can continue, if you want," Angelina winked.
"Please."
The oil was out again, and Angelina was once again
rubbing Kitty up and down. It was soon easy to see that
she was paying particular attention to Kitty’s breasts
and thighs. Kitty obligingly opened them. From what I
can gather (and which was later confirmed), Angelina
started stroking Kitty’s clit and lips. It doesn’t take
much to get her going, and soon, Kitty was groaning
with delight under Angelina’s touch.
Kitty snaked out an arm, and wrapped it around
Angelina’s neck, and pulled her down. The two were soon
kissing with GREAT enthusiasm as hands roamed. "Wait,"
Kitty gasped. She reached over and undid Angelina’s
jeans and pulled them down. The panties went as well. I
was grinning like a dolt as I watched the scene unfold
in front of me. Angelina and Kitty were kissing
franticly, hands seeking to pleasure each other, and
the sounds of their moans grew with each passing
minute.
Kitty grabbed the remote and paused the tape. "Here
comes the part I’m worried about."
"Why?" I asked with concern. Up until that point, I saw
nothing wrong. Just two women enjoying themselves.
(Hey, I’m a guy. I admit it; we ENJOY seeing stuff like
that!)
"Well, when I was taken away from you, I was stuck in a
home with seven other girls. Three of them were
hardcore lesbians, and the rest were bi. They used to
talk about being with other women and that it was
better than being with a guy. I used to wonder, but I
was too scared to try it, even though they told me they
would be glad to teach me."
"Were you worried that you wouldn’t enjoy yourself with
a man after that?"
"No, I was just frightened. I don’t know why. I was so
homesick, and missed you so much it hurt. They were
talking shit about how a guy doesn’t know how to treat
a woman right, and how nobody can eat pussy like a
woman. It confused me."
"So, I get the feeling that things have progressed on
that tape, and now…?"
"Now, I realize that a woman can be a wonderful lover,
but for sexual pleasure only. Yes, it was nice with
Angelina, but it was nothing like when we make love and
you make me feel like my head will explode with all the
wonderful feelings.
And after, when we hold each other, I know it’s right.
But how can I enjoy myself with a woman, when I love
you so much?"
Kitty looked frightened and confused. I pulled her into
my lap. "Let me ask you a question. How many lovers
have you had in your life?"
"Besides you, five. I don’t count the first time,
because that was when I was eleven, and some idiot was
over partying with my parents. After they passed out,
he came into my room, and…" She let the sentence go
unfinished. It was still a painful memory. Being so
young, she hadn’t known what to expect, and had lain
there frightened and still while the brut had raped
her.
"And all were men. Angelina was the first woman who you
felt comfortable enough with, to allow yourself to open
up and share yourself with. It’s actually very natural,
in my opinion that two women would share themselves
with each other. Think a moment, who knows better what
feels good to them?" I snuggled Kitty closer. "You did
nothing wrong, and have nothing to be ashamed of. And I
am not upset with you."
"I was worried you would feel betrayed."
"No, darling. Especially since you were open and honest
with me about this. I think it’s beautiful. Do you mind
if we watch the rest of the tape?"
Kitty giggled with relief. "You just want to see me get
it on with another girl."
"DAMN RIGHT!" I laughed.
The tape was restarted. Within minutes, Angelina had
moved downward and was between Kitty’s legs, kissing
her sensitive pussy. It was hard to make out exactly
what was happening, but Kitty told me that Angelina was
not only licking and nibbling her clit, but had slipped
a finger inside to tickle her. After what looked to be
a well-enjoyed orgasm, Kitty managed to catch her
breath. "Can I try?"
Under Angelina’s guidance, Kitty was soon licking and
kissing Angelina’s body. She worked her way across her
ample breasts, and downward, while one hand gently
stroked Angelina between her legs. Kitty paused, closed
her eyes a moment, and I could almost hear her
thinking; "Now, or never". With that, she began kissing
and suckling on Angelina’s clit.
"Oh, goddess, that’s wonderful!" Angelina squealed.
Soon, she was twitching and bouncing as Kitty continued
eating her out. Not long after that, Angelina was also
enjoying an orgasm.
The tape continued as the two girls caught their
breath, and they lay there gently stroking each other,
sighing and occasionally kissing. After a bit, they got
up, and Angelina got dressed.
"I’ll be over on Thursday around five so we can work on
mounting the casting," Angelina smiled. "Should I bring
the oil again?"
Kitty giggled, and answered that would be fine, and
maybe she would bring out a few items at that time to
enjoy as well. The two walked out of the camera’s view,
and I could hear the door close. Soon, Kitty came back
inside the room, and I heard her gasp; "Oh shit!" as
she ran over to turn the camcorder off.
"So," I winked. "Want ME to rub some oil on you, baby-
girl?"
"Please, Daddy. Please."
Chapter 5:
One of the things that Kitty and I loved to do was to
go out dancing. Now I admit that at times I am not up
on a lot of the music that she likes, and Kitty often
thinks that some of my musical tastes are dated, but we
manage to find enough common ground to enjoy ourselves.
And after all, what’s not to enjoy, holding a beautiful
woman that you love in your arms, as you share the
closeness of a slow dance?
One late summer evening, Kitty and I were at a club in
Norfolk. The feature that night was a group of local
bands that played a style of music known as "beach
music". It was a fun mix of swing, big-band, and 1960’s
sound. Kitty and I were finishing up yet another set on
the floor when the band playing was set to take a break
so we decided to step outside to the back deck to cool
off.
We found a table that was empty, and as Kitty sat down,
she asked me to get her a margarita. I was drinking
ginger-ale since I was driving, but stated that I would
gladly get her a drink. Heading towards the bar, I
smiled as I recalled that when she was tipsy, Kitty
tended to get very horny.
Now while I was getting our drinks, a woman sat down
next to Kitty. I was later informed of the
conversation, so I can relate it here. The woman was in
her early thirties, and had blonde hair. Her figure was
a shapely rubinesque, with 38DD breasts and a well
rounded ass. Her smile was bright, and her eyes
twinkled. She lit up a cigarette and told Kitty that
she thought it was sweet, seeing us together, having
fun.
"Thanks," Kitty laughed. "Daddy and I love to go out
dancing. He says it helps keep him in shape for me."
"Your father is a handsome man," the woman replied.
"Well, he’s not really my biological father," Kitty
paused. "I just call him that."
"Oh." The woman was not sure how to interpret Kitty’s
comment.
"It’s understandable you might be confused," Kitty
laughed. "We live together. He raised me as a child,
and now we’re lovers. By the way, my name’s Kitty."
"Jacqi," the woman smiled as she offered a hand. "It’s
been a while since I danced with anyone. You have no
idea how hard it is to find a man who can make his way
across a dance-floor and not crush your toes."
"I’m sure if I asked him to, he would be happy to lead
you in a ‘shag’ or something. He tried teaching me some
ancient dance from the 1940’s called a ‘Lindy-Hop’ and
I can’t manage it at all!" Kitty laughed.
"That would be nice," Jacqi smiled, watching me return
with our drinks.
Introductions were made, and soon I was leading Jacqi
out onto the dance-floor as the horns from a new band
started playing one of my favorite songs; ‘Swing Angel’
by the Benny Goodman Orchestra.
Jacqi told me that she was from the mid-west, near
Chicago. She was had been visiting family members with
her mother and son and was supposed to return home
earlier that day. However, the flight had been over-
booked, and she was ‘bumped’ from the flight. Her
mother ended up taking her son back home, and she was
slated to head out on another flight at noon the next
day.
"I just locked my duffle bag in a locker and decided to
hang out for the night. My cousin doesn’t even know I
was bumped off. Otherwise they would want me back there
for another night." Jacqi smirked slightly. "I love my
family, but after two weeks, I felt I needed some time
alone."
As the set ended, we headed back to where Kitty was
seated. She had been watching Jacqi and me the whole
time we were dancing. I was once again asked to get
refills on the drinks. Hmmm… I guess I was the waiter
for the night? Anyway, Jacqi and Kitty continued
talking…
"You were right, he IS a good dancer! It’s been years
since I’ve had such fun."
Kitty winked, "Oh, Daddy has many talents, I assure
you."
"Such as?" Jacqi suddenly asked. It seems that she had
consumed quite a bit of alcohol before meeting us, so
now both she and Kitty were slightly buzzed.
"Well, all I can say is that I will never have another
man as a lover. An occasional woman, sure. But another
man? Never."
Jacqi sighed. "You’re a lucky girl." A pause, "Forgive
me if I seem forward, but…"
"Yes, I am willing to share," Kitty finished the
unspoken thought. "But only if I get to play too." By
now, it was easy to see the hungry glint in Kitty’s
eye. "Have you ever been with another woman?"
Jacqi indicated that she hadn’t, but was open to try
it. I returned with drinks that went untouched as Kitty
stood and took us both by the hand and out the door to
the parking lot. Jacqi had come to the club in a taxi,
so she didn’t have to worry about a car. She and Kitty
sat in the back seat, giggling as I headed home.
When we got to the house, I opened the door, and the
two girls stood in the living-room, talking in hushed
voices. I would be telling a lie if I stated that I was
not aroused by the thoughts of what the night held for
us. Suddenly, Jacqi paused and tensed up slightly.
Kitty asked what was wrong.
"Um," Jacqi stammered, "I know this may sound strange,
but…" She looked towards the floor, "I need to be told
what to do. I just want to be good for both of you."
Understanding dawned on Kitty and myself. But it was
Kitty who took the lead.
"Fine, Jacqi. If you want to be a good girl, you will
do as told, right?"
Jacqi nodded. "Yes mistress."
"And that makes Daddy the master for tonight,
understand?"
"Yes sir," Jacqi answered.
"I didn’t say you could talk to him." Kitty snapped.
"If you talk out of turn again, you will be spanked.
Understand?"
Jacqi looked up, fighting the smile that suddenly
bloomed on her cherubic face. "Yes mistress. I’ll do as
you say." She turned to me and continued; "And you too,
sir."
"Jacqi, you spoke out of turn even though I had just
warned you!" Kitty scolded. "Strip!"
Jacqi slowly removed her clothes to allow us to see her
lovely body. When she was naked, Kitty directed her to
bend over the arm of a sofa, leaving her ass open to
view.
"Daddy is very good at spanking. He spanks me when I’m
a bad girl. So I know what needs to be done." Removing
her shoe, Kitty swatted Jacqi on her ass, the sound of
the sole connecting with her flesh sounded like a loud
clap. Jacqi didn’t make a sound, but I could see her
stiffen slightly. "Now kneel in front of Daddy," Kitty
commanded. Jacqi complied. "It’s important that you
treat Daddy with respect, since he is nice enough to
let you come home with us tonight."
Kitty knelt down next to Jacqi and undid my belt and
trouser front. She slipped down the pants until they
were around my ankles. She did the same with my boxers.
My erect penis stood out in front of them, ready for
attention.
"Now," Kitty continued. "Daddy loves to have his penis
sucked. I want you to make him feel good. But before
you start," Kitty paused, "I want you to wear this."
She pulled a lipstick from her purse. The color was
bright red, and she applied a liberal dose to Jacqi’s
lips. "I want to see Daddy’s cock all bright and red. I
want to see you take him as deep as possible. All the
way down your throat. Understand?"
Jacqi nodded and smiled through ruby-red lips.
"And if you make him cum, you will swallow ever drop,
understand?"
"Hey," I interrupted. "What do you mean ‘if’? Don’t I
have any say in this?"
Kitty giggled. "Relax, Daddy. Just enjoy."
So, at Kitty command, Jacqi started to lick me. Slowly
at first, and then I felt her lips close around me.
Soon, she was suckling me like a starving animal, her
head bobbing up and down the length of my penis. Kitty
had commanded Jacqi to keep her hands clasped behind
her back as she knelt in front of me. I had to admit
that it wasn’t long before I was forced to brace myself
on the edge of the sofa. Deeper and deeper Jacqi took
me into her hot mouth. Her tongue rubbed the underside
of my shaft as she hummed slightly.
All too soon, I knew that I was reaching my point of no
return. Reaching over, I cupped a hand to the back of
Jacqi’s head, my fingers twining through the blonde
hair, and I shoved her face forward to my groin. I
could feel the head of my penis all the way at the back
of her throat as I exploded into Jacqi’s mouth. She
whimpered and gagged slightly as my cum shot out. But
like Kitty had told her, she swallowed ever drop
without complaint.
As I could feel the contractions slow down slightly,
Jacqi continued to suck me and work every last drop out
of me with her tongue. As far as blow-jobs go, it was
one of the most intense I had experienced, especially
as it was under the watchful eyes of Kitty. With
reluctance, Jacqi allowed my penis to slip from between
her lips as I pulled away. I could see the crimson
lipstick all over her mouth as well as on my penis.
"Good girl!" Kitty clapped. "You made Daddy cum, and
did just what I said!" Helping Jacqi stand, Kitty
kissed the naked girl. "Now I want you to undress me,
nice and slow so Daddy can watch. Then I will reward
you for being good."
A few moments later, Kitty was naked, and leading Jacqi
to our bedroom. At Kitty’s command, Jacqi lay down on
the bed, atop the blankets.
"Now I don’t want you to wander off," Kitty smirked.
"So maybe we should make sure you don’t go anywhere."
She pulled a length of thin rope from her dresser. I
had often used it on Kitty. In a few quick movements,
Jacqi found her wrists secured to the bed frame, and
Kitty was knotting another piece of rope to each ankle
to keep her open to inspection as the rope went under
the bed and around to the other side. Jacqi soon found
her legs wide open, with Kitty teasing her pubic are
with a light, tickling touch. "Does this feel good? You
may answer."
"Yes mistress, it does," Jacqi sighed. She was starting
to get flushed, and the musky scent of her arousal was
like a heady perfume in the air.
"Good," Kitty answered. "Then you should like this."
Kitty lay down on the bed, with her face nestled
against Jacqi’s glistening pussy. Slowly she allowed
the tip of her tongue to stroke the folds of flesh that
were getting wetter by the second.
"You taste delicious," Kitty mused as she continued to
lick Jacqi.
All Jacqi could do was sigh and shift slightly as
allowed by the ropes to let Kitty continue. Soon, Kitty
was slurping away at Jacqi, slipping a finger inside of
her to stroke the insides of her vagina. It wasn’t long
before Jacqi’s whimpers grew louder and she asked if
she would be allowed to cum.
"Not yet," Kitty answered. She paused in her attentions
and stood up. "You make too much noise, Jacqi. What
shall we do with you? Hmmm… I know!" Stepping to her
night-table, Kitty removed a ball-gag.
She stood over Jacqi and fastened it to her mouth.
"You can cum when I say so, and not a moment before.
Understand?"
Jacqi nodded, unable to speak.
Kitty returned to her place between Jacqi’s thighs, and
resumed her licking and stroking.
Now I found myself watching all of this with much
delight, and neither of the girls had noticed that when
they first had entered the bedroom, I had taken out my
camcorder and had set it on a tripod to tape the
activities on the bed. I also confessed that in spite
of the fact that Jacqi had sucked me off earlier, I was
once again rock hard. This time, I intended to enjoy
Kitty.
Slipping to the edge of the bed, I stood behind Kitty
and bent over. With a sudden movement, I grasped her by
her hips and pulled her up to a kneeling position. She
was wet with her own excitement, so I had no trouble
quickly entering her from behind. I slammed into Kitty
tight little pussy, and soon found myself burying
myself inside of her as deep as she could take me. With
long measured strokes, I would slide in and out of her,
and soon, Kitty started to make a few whimpering sounds
of her own as she licked Jacqi.
It wasn’t long before my Kitty was yowling like a cat
in heat as a series of orgasms took her. I could hold
back no longer. I clutched Kitty hard, and shoved
myself in as deep as possible and exploded again. With
great effort, Kitty managed to gasp; "You can cum,
Jacqi! Now!" With that, she bit Jacqi’s clit lightly.
It was all the girl needed to scream around the gag as
her body bounced on the bed. Jacqi’s eyes rolled back
and I could see only the whites as she succumbed to the
orgasms that she craved, but was denied up to that
moment.
After a few moments, Kitty slipped up alongside Jacqi
to remove the gag and she kissed her. Mouths met,
tongues wrestled and Kitty’s hands were all over
Jacqi’s breasts, pinching the nipples and massaging the
flesh around them. I took that moment to untie Jacqi. I
figured that she needed to have the circulation
restored to her limbs.
"Did you like that?" Kitty smiled at Jacqi.
"Yes mistress, I did."
"I’m glad. Did you know Daddy was fucking me while I
was licking you?"
"Yes mistress, I did."
"And did you like the way he tasted, earlier?"
"Yes mistress, I did."
"Good. Because I want you to lick his cum out of me."
Kitty spun around so she could squat over Jacqi’s face.
Lowering herself, she made sure that drops of her cum,
mixed with my own dribbled across Jacqi’s face. Jacqi
lifted her head slightly, opened her mouth and stuck
out her tongue. Soon she was licking Kitty as she had
been licked earlier. I could see the sticky mixture
dribbling from Kitty out onto Jacqi’s face, and the
look in her eyes was one of bliss.
All too soon, Kitty was once again moaning as she gave
into yet another orgasm. I was astounded to see myself
once again hard, and ready to join the fun. However,
rather than jump right in, I waited.
A few minutes later, the girls were finished. We got up
and went out to the back deck to relax in the warm
night air. Kitty lay on a deck lounger, I sat in a
chair, and Jacqi sat on the wooden planks between us,
smiling. We talked for a while, telling each other of
our lives and such. Jacqi related that she lived with
her elderly mother, taking care of her, and raising her
only son. She was divorced, and was focusing on taking
care of things at home, more than anything else. But,
she did enjoy an occasional outing like the one that
night, to allow her to be a ‘good girl’ for a rare and
lucky person.
Kitty stood after a bit. "Daddy, I’m tired. I’m going
to bed in my room. I’ll see you in the morning." She
bent down to whisper in Jacqi’s ear;
"Enjoy." With that, she scampered off to her old room
from when she was a teenager.
I took Jacqi’s hand and stood her up. Leading her back
to my bed, I proceeded to kiss every inch of her flesh
and soon we were locked together, with her legs wrapped
around me waist as I was thrusting inside of her.
Neither of us slept that night.
The following morning, Kitty and I dropped Jacqi off at
the airport. We waited with her for her flight, seated
on the narrow, hard plastic chairs that you can never
get comfortable in. As Jacqi made ready to board her
flight, she kissed us both and thanked us for a
wonderful evening. Since then, she has visited with us
a number of times, when she was down visiting her
family, and a few times when we sent her a ticket to
just get away for a few days.
It’s unusual for me to have my Kitty be subservient to
me all the time, and yet be dominant over Jacqi. Mind
you, I’m not complaining! I am sure that I will manage
to get used to it sooner or later. I just suppose I
will have to see and experience it many times before
then. But I will say this about Jacqi…
She is always a VERY good girl. (And if not, Kitty
keeps her in line.)
Chapter 6.
{Okay, my turn! Daddy said I could write some stuff for
you people to read. I don’t know if it’ll come out as
good as when he writes, but I’ll try. (This is Kitty,
in case you didn’t know!)}
Years ago, Daddy was in the Marines. He went in right
after college, so he could be an officer. He served for
four years, and when he was discharged, he was
stationed here in Virginia. He decided to stay, since
"back home" (New Jersey) held little interest for him.
He has kept in touch with some of his friends from back
then, and one day we decided to drive to Georgia to
visit one of them.
Scott is now a Detective for the police department in
the small town he lives in. (I confess that I was a
little nervous driving down there, since our
destination was about an hour from the state line to
Florida, and we all know what happened the last time I
was there!) Anyway, we drove down to visit Scott and
his wife Mary. They were Daddy’s age, and they had a
son in college. We spent the better part of a week
there, when Saturday morning, Mary shook me awake
(Daddy and Scott had gone fishing at some ungodly
hour).
"Come on, sleepyhead! We need to get you dressed! The
men will be back soon, and we’re headed to the Beltain
Festival."
"The what…?" I asked.
"Beltain Festival. It’s being held at the park with the
local SCA people."
(((For those of you who don’t know what the SCA is
(Society for Creative Anachronism), go to their
website; www.sca.org to learn more.)))
Soon I was dressed in something called an
"Elizabethian" It was tight in all the right places,
and it had a corset that actually gave me cleavage!
Mary was dressed in a similar outfit, and her corset
didn’t need to add any magic to her breasts. The men
came back, and I could see Daddy looking at me with
hungry eyes. He bent over my shoulder and whispered in
my ear; "I will enjoy disrobing you tonight, m’lady."
With that, he and Scott went and got dressed in some of
their own clothes from the middle ages. Soon, we were
on our way to the park.
I must admit it was a lot of fun. There were all sorts
of people there who were acting out as characters from
the middle ages. Daddy told me that Scott had gotten
him interested in the SCA back when they were stationed
together, but Marie (his wife who died; see chapter 1)
never liked it, so he stopped going. Of course, the men
HAD to go watch the fighting. Guys dressed in armor
hitting each other with big sticks to win some
championship.
Mary and I went off to merchant’s row to spend money.
Soon, I heard the sounds of drums. It was a group of
people who were from the Middle East (at least their
characters were), and the women there were belly
dancing! Cool! I had to join in. I admit it; I sucked.
But, there were a few girls there willing to teach me
some basic steps and moves. I just let the rhythm of
the drums get inside me, and allowed my body to go.
After a while, I started to get the knack of it.
As planned, Mary and I were supposed to meet Daddy and
Scott at 4:00 for an early dinner. We were headed to
the meeting point when we encountered a group of
pirates. Now let me explain that in the SCA, there are
pirates, and there are PIRATES. These folks were the
type who just went to the events to get drunk, and get
stupid. These were the drunk and stupid type.
They saw us, and one shouted out; "ARRRGH! There be two
fine wenches! But I fancy the one to the left!" He
strode up and without a word, grabbed me and threw me
over his shoulder. I started kicking and screaming, and
the jerk just laughed. One of his friends behind him
winked and said that it was all part of the game, and I
would be ok. Well, Daddy and Scott heard me, and came
running.
"PUT HER DOWN! NOW!" Daddy bellowed. He was seriously
pissed off.
The idiot pirate lowered me, but kept me behind him as
he laughed. "I meant no harm, good sir! I just wanted
her for a bit of pleasure. I promise I will return her
by the time the night falls."
"Daddy! Help!" I was frantic as I looked over a
shoulder.
"Yes, daddy! Help her!" the shithead laughed. The same
fellow how had told me it was just a game, stood next
to Daddy and said the same thing to him.
"No game!" Daddy roared. I swear that if I hadn’t seen
it, I wouldn’t have believed it. He swung around and
did something like a judo chop on the throat/adams-
apple of the second pirate. It was stuff he learned in
the Marines. As the guy collapsed, Daddy grabbed a
dagger and a sword that was on the unconscious pirates
belt and pulled them out. With a quick move, the dagger
shot out of his hand and put a hole in the hat that my
captor was wearing. "Next time, I aim lower!" Daddy
snarled. He strode forward, the sword held in an attack
position.
"HOLD!" came a command from someone who I later learned
was a "Constable" (they’re sort of like the SCA
Police). Before I could say anything, we were all
marched to a tent out of the public eye. We all had to
tell our side of the story, and the pirate was all set
to press charges. Thank God Scott was there.
"Okay, let us review the facts," he began. "You grabbed
Katheryn, and even after she requested to be let go,
you held onto her. Thomas also asked you to release
her, you didn’t. He got mad and put a hole in your hat
with a knife. I want you to think about something; You
had the misfortune of ‘kidnapping’ a person who was
abducted when she was seventeen.
It was quite some time before she was able to get home
again, and had suffered great emotional and physical
hurt." (Scott and Mary knew all about our history
together, both when I was a kid, and later.) As a
representative of the local police, I am not inclined
to make an arrest against Thomas. If you wish to place
a civil suit, you can, but I am thinking that a judge
will dismiss the charges due to the fact that Thomas’
actions were caused by emotional duress."
The pirate realized he had fucked up in a MAJOR way. We
all left after that with no charges being pressed on
any side.
That night, Daddy held me in his arms and cried. "I
lost you once, never again!" I knew it was supposed to
have been a game, but we were both shook up badly.
We finished our visit without further event, and drove
back home. Daddy had to get right back to work, so I
was left to my own devices (or, ‘mischief’ as some
might say). I decided that I wanted to do something to
let Daddy know what he meant to me. How I loved him so
completely and would never leave him. Back to the store
for a few more purchases, and then, practice.
Friday evening was the same as any other when Daddy
drove up to the house, but this night was going to be
special. I placed the CD in the stereo and waited,
dressed in the silk scarves that were wrapped around my
nude body. Covering most of my face was a black scarf
with fringes that allowed only my heavily made up eyes
to be seen. Daddy came through the door, and I grabbed
his hand and led him silently to the living room. He
started to ask what I was doing, but I pressed a finger
to his lips. Silently, I pressed ‘play’ on the stereo.
The sounds of drums and Middle Eastern music filled the
room.
Slowly, I started to gyrate to the music, moving to the
tempo, the tiny bells at my ankles jingled. The
‘figure-8’ hip swish was a natural movement to me by
this time, and it looked great as the scarves flipped
around. Daddy had a lopsided grin on his face as I
moved around the room. At pre-determined times, I
started to remove the scares. One by one, they came
off.
Usually I would deposit them on Daddy’s lap, after
swishing them in his face. Sometimes I would wriggle my
ass or breasts suggestively in front of his face. I
confess I was getting turned on in a big way, doing
this! Looking down, it was easy to see that Daddy was
getting hard from watching me. Good. I love it when he
gets that way! It means that I’ll be having fun soon.
As the music ended, the final scarf and I fell to the
floor. I knelt before Daddy, arms out to each side, my
back arched slightly, my nearly non-existent breasts
trying to thrust outward, and looking up at him with
all the love I could manage to radiate.
"You are many things to me," I began. "My lover, my
teacher, my father. I give you all that I am. Heart and
mind, body and soul. I am your willing slave. I offer
myself, and all my love to you. Master."
The look of adoration he gave me almost had me crying.
He swooped me up in his arms and cuddled me in his lap.
Within seconds we were kissing, our bodies frantic for
each other. I swear I was leaking so much that it
looked like I had peed on him. With great difficulty, I
broke away from him, and slipped to the floor. Kneeling
in front, I undid his pants and pulled his penis out. I
took him in my mouth as far as I could go.
Way in the back, his head was tickling my tonsils, and
I didn’t need to look up to know that Daddy’s eyes were
closed in bliss. His sigh told me everything. I slipped
my hand under him to tickle that sensitive spot just
behind his nutsack. That was all it took. Gobs of warm
salty cum shot into my mouth. Like a good slave, I
swallowed every drop, making sure that there was none
left after he was done.
Standing, I led Daddy out the back door to the recently
installed hot tub. I undressed him, and held his hand
as he stepped down into the hot water. "This feels
wonderful after a tough day," he sighed. "Kitty,
darling, you looked like a wood nymph, dancing in
there!" I laughed, and said that I would dance for him
every day, if he wanted.
I sat on the edge of the tub, behind Daddy, and started
to massage his shoulders. Soon, I worked my way down
the front of his chest, and was rubbing his nipples,
making circles in the hair that covered his chest. It
was hard to see in the bubbling frothy water, but I
could tell that Daddy was getting hard again. His next
actions confirmed it.
Daddy grabbed my arm and pulled me around in front of
him. He grabbed my hips and thrust me downward into the
water. I opened myself up and let him slide into me. It
was like a hot bolt of lightning shooting into me. I
swear that I had an orgasm that instant. I wrapped my
legs around Daddy, hooking my ankles together behind
him.
We clutched each other and he kissed me all over my
face. Bodies tight, we clung to each other for a long
time. I know I came about five times, and then, it was
Daddy’s turn. With a groan, I could feel him expanding
that last little bit inside me, and then the final
thrust and twitch of his muscles. I wanted him to fill
me up. I wanted to give him everything I was. I wanted
to love and serve.
{Ok, I just re-read that. Some of it was ok, some crap.
Ok, MOST of it was crap. I wanted to change or delete a
lot of it, but Daddy read it first and said that it was
perfect. I know I’m not a good writer. I guess it’s off
to another Creative Writing class at college. Whatever.
Anyway, I still dance for my loving Daddy several
nights every month. He thinks I am graceful and have a
sensuous body, even after some recent changes. Um, ok!
Who am I to contradict that?
Anyway, I hope you liked what I wrote. Daddy will write
the next few installments. Bye!}
::: To Be Continued :::
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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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