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discomfort. I heard the distinct sound of a phone being dialled.
    "Hello, Marcia? This is Kitty. Yes, it’s going swimmingly. He’s a couple quarts up. It’s story time. Want to hear? Sure." She slid her phone down next to the magazine. "Keep reading, slut."
    I swallowed and tried to breathe evenly as another wave of cramps took over. I found my voice and started reading again. "Seeing the look of pleasure on his face and feeling his ass tightening around my cock. I put my hands around his waist and began pulling him against me as I pushed into him. I could feel the vibration as he pulled his cock beneath me as I fucked him harder. He started to cum and as he reached his orgasm the pressure on my cock triggered my own orgasm. I threw myself into him, over and over again as I exploded inside of his ass."
    Kitty took her phone back. "Yes. Oh yes, certainly. Thanks. You, too. Bye,"
    I knew that I couldn’t go on any longer without making a mess. "Ma’am?"
    "Yes, slut."
    "May I relieve myself?"
    "Yes, slut. You may."
    I started to stand up from the bed and walk awkwardly to the bathroom.
    "What do you think you’re doing, slut?" Kitty demanded. "You will crawl there."
    Getting to my knees was a trial in itself. Once there, I got down onto my hands and started crawling to the bathroom. The trip never seemed to take as long as it did then. It took all of my self and muscle control to get onto the toilet before releasing. The noise was horribly embarrassing and my small place did nothing to keep Kitty from hearing the torrent.
    It felt like I was in the bathroom for an hour. When I finally crawled out, Kitty was waiting for me wearing a strap-on dildo, a wicked smile, a half-shirt, and little else.
    "Now that you’re all cleaned out for me, you’re going to take my cock up that pretty little cunt of yours," she said, laughing darkly. "Crawl over here quickly and stand up next to this desk."
    I did as she said. She grabbed onto my shoulders and pushed me down until I was bent over. She told me to brace my hands on the desk and leaned over me until I felt her body against me. "You’re going to be my good little bitch, aren’t you?"
    "Yes, Ma’am," I said sotto voce.
    "Good answer," she said, pushing the head of her cock against my asshole.
    She grabbed onto my hips and began opening me. The pressure from her hips built until my body opened to her and accepted her overlarge dildo. She grunted as I opened to her and pushed my ass back closer to her, moving her cock deeper inside. "Oh yeah," she hissed. "Yes, take it, bitch. Take my cock."
    She pushed farther into me. It felt like we were the only two people in the world as we stood in the tight quarters of my apartment. In our limited space, only the inches that moved in and out of me felt important.
    Kitty maneuvered her hips as she slid in and out of me, "Oh, right there," she said. "It’s pushing right against my clit now. Oh, yes."
    She began fucking me, now. Each thrust count; giving her pleasure and taking her closer. She slapped my ass, reflexively making me clench down tighter on her cock and increasing the resistance she felt. She groaned lower, almost growling.
    She began bucking against me, fucking me, making me cry out. We began grunting in tandem. My cries seemed to spur her on. We both got louder and louder. Me from pain mixed with a modicum of pleasure, she from pure unadulterated lust and gratification.
    Finally, she grasped onto my shoulders and jammed her cock into me as deep as she could get it. I heard her crescendo; her cries became staccato yelps as she orgasmed. She threw herself against my back, allowing her arms to hang down by my side as she caught her breath. I felt my ass spasm, continuing to clutch at Kitty’s cock. She wiped her sweaty brow against my back and slapped my ass again before she slid out of me.

An Afternoon with Suzie Cocksucker
    One of the strangest relationships I’ve had over the years was with a woman named Laura. She saw my