"Are you ready for me, Kitty?" He asked. Patrick loved the ritual almost as much as the fucking itself. He rubbed the head of his cock all over her slippery cunt.
"Yes, please, Master. I'm so ready," Kitty eagerly begged. She was so earnest, the way only a college girl can be.
"Tell me how much you need it."
"God, I've needed it for so long, sir. Please let me have it." Kitty tried to swing in the harness to push herself onto his cock, but it was easy enough for Patrick to hold her in place.
"What do you need, Kitty? Tell me."
Patrick slapped his cock head against her engorged clit and she groaned.
"Your cock. Give me your cock!"
Patrick chuckled and rammed his cock deep into her pussy. She squished around him because she was so lubricated, but he could still feel how tight her near-virginal cunt was. He held onto her up-raised thighs and kept his prick buried in her, enjoying the feeling of her pulsing around him. Kitty was gasping and gripping him with her pussy, her face as mask of ecstasy. It was that look on her face, the naked need that was his reward. He knew he should take his time and savor the moment, but he didn't have it in him. Not right now. He needed to fuck.
Patrick did not move, but stood still and instead swung Kitty back and forth. He timed it so that just his head remained in her and then he slammed the girl back onto his shaft full force. Kitty screamed every time she slammed into him and after a few moments it was like a long, constant scream as Patrick was crashing her onto his cock as fast as he could.
"Fuck her! Fuck her little cunt!" Tara shouted from behind him. Patrick was pleased his wife was excited by watching him fuck Kitty. He rewarded her by touching a stud on the remote control for the machine embedded in Tara, bringing it to life. The machine chugged loudly and began a powerful motion, fucking the dildo in and out of Tara.
"Uhn, uhn! Thank you, Master!" Tara cried.
Patrick stopped and rested his cock inside Kitty once again. If he did not take a moment to catch his breath he was going to finish too quickly and he wanted his first time with Kitty to be memorable. He moved his hips in a tight circle, stirring his cock inside her and Kitty whimpered. He also pulled her nipples by the clamps, making her shudder.
"Please don't tease me, Master!" Kitty begged. "God, I need to come again!"
He did keep teasing her, but only until he was sure he fought back his own orgasm. Patrick treated Kitty to a nice slow, steady fucking, holding her in place this time while he flexed his own hips. He loved to fuck standing up because he felt he got the most power into his thrusts. Behind him Tara was wailing, which always made the cum boil in his balls. Patrick moved faster and faster, the passionate cries of both women driving him on. It took everything he had to maintain control and then he just couldn't any longer.
~~~
Katherine felt high. There was no other way to describe the overwhelming feelings that flowed through her as soon as her master entered her. For all the times that she thought he’d brought her to the ultimate orgasm by making her wait or beg or work for it, Katherine found that none of that compared to her master finally consenting to fuck her. She came as soon as he thrust into her and it felt like she hadn't stopping climaxing since. Only when he slowed down and teased her again did her heart calm. It was so frustrating that she couldn't reach out and touch him and show him how much she wanted him. Katherine pulled so hard against the wrist restraints they were cutting into her wrists, but she didn't care. The pain actually made the pleasure flowing from her pussy sweeter.
"Your pussy is so fucking hot, Kitty." Master grunted.
"Thank you, Master! It's your pussy, sir! Fuck your pussy!" she cried.
The cord holding her restraint in place creaked as he swung her back and forth to slam her into his cock. Not only was he fucking her, but he also swung her body so they came violently crashing together every time. Katherine was seeing bright pinpricks of light and it was like she was floating on a cloud overhead, watching her master fuck the daylights out of her. She hoped he could stay hard and fuck her forever.
Katherine could not see Tara from her position, but she heard the blond screaming and the machine fucking her chugging steadily along. She could only imagine what Tara might be thinking, watching her husband fucking a younger woman. Katherine did not think she could do it. No matter how much control her master had, she would always feel jealous if he was with other women. Part of Katherine was even jealous that Tara got to sleep beside their master every night while she did not.
Despite Katherine's most fervent hopes, her master could not last forever. He was still a mortal man and their coupling was hot. He sped up to a rapid fucking motion while holding her in place and then with a roar he pulled out of her and jerked his cock while his load blasted all over her stomach and her exposed tits. He must have been holding out a long time because his load seemed to go on forever, covering her. Before she would have considered a man coming all over her to be humiliating, but she was happy to accept it from her master. Her only regret was that she wasn't nude and couldn't feel it on her skin.
"Thank you...thank you...thank you..." She gasped, teetering on the edge of blackness.
~~~
Patrick stared down at his sweaty, spent slave and felt the satisfaction of a job well-done. He also felt unsteady on his legs after having come all over her. Tara was still howling behind him, and seeing Kitty's eyes fluttering, he turned his attention to his wife.
"Did you like that, slut? Did you like watching me fuck Kitty?" He growled, taking a velvet cat-o-nine-tails off the wall.
"Yes, Master! I love seeing you satisfied and Kitty is so sexy!" Tara moaned. Her entire body undulated every time the machine thrust into her.
"Did watching make you come?" Although he asked, the answer was obvious from the juices dripping from her cunt to puddle on the floor.
"Yes, Master! Oh God, yes! I know how wonderful it is to get fucked by you!"
"Good answer."
"Please, turn it off! I can't take it anymore."
Patrick ignored her pleas and instead turned up the fucking machine. It squished in and out of her and he swatted her on the hip with the cat-o-nine-tails. Tara screamed and screamed and Patrick was sure she was coming yet again by the way her pussy gushed. After he was satisfied Tara was well and truly fucked out he turned off the machine and pulled the dildo from her cunt with a sucking pop.
Kitty looked up at him with love when he went over and stroked her hair. He felt something similar for the girl, although he only truly loved his wife. Kitty could never take Tara's place in his heart. "You were wonderful tonight, Kitty," he told her.
"Thank you, sir. What else can I do for you?"
Although he was exhausted himself, Patrick decided to let her lick him clean. He tilted her back so he could easily slip his cock into her mouth. Kitty lovingly licked and sucked him, seeming to enjoy the taste of their coupling. She left him glistening, but Patrick was just too spent to get it up one more time. Once she completed her task, he helped her out of the restraints and Kitty stiffly got to her feet. He ordered her to help him take Tara down from the wall and his wife fell into his arms. They helped her into a chair and while she recovered he and Kitty shared a glass of champagne. As he sipped the bubbly, he looked over his new toy and thought about all the fun they would have. Finally fucking her was not an ending, but a new beginning.
Katherine sat under a tree on the quad with a calculus book in her lap. She stared down at the yellow highlighter stained page with consternation. No matter how long she examined the page the numbers and symbols made no sense to her. When she saw Master this weekend she would ask for his help. He was a very smart man and particularly good with numbers. Just thinking of him made her heart beat faster and she fingered the black velvet choker she always wore. It looked incongruous with her simple jeans and t-shirt outfit, but Katherine never left her room without it. It was a constant reminder of her devotion to her master. Many of her new friends asked her about it, but Katherine just told them it was something she always wore, sort of like her trademark.
"What are you doing there?"
Shielding her eyes against the sun, Katherine looked up to see Brad Cornell standing over her. He was a handsome junior who lived on her floor and had been flirting with her ever since he helped her dad carry her stuff upstairs when she moved into the dorm. He was broad shouldered and wore his sandy hair long. She found him rather handsome, but her love for her master rendered her impervious to his advances.
"Just studying some calc," she replied casually.
"I could help you with that if you need it. I aced that course last year."
Brad sat and joined her, uninvited.
"That's okay. I think I have a handle on it." Katherine knew what
studying
meant. He would probably want to do it in his dorm room instead of the library. While they worked, he would move closer and closer, his hand brushing her leg, or he would lean in almost cheek-to-cheek when looking at the book, and then he would make his move. Before she left for school, Master opened her eyes to the ways of college boys and how they liked to seduce unsuspecting, incoming girls.
Katherine was still horny much of the time, which was torture since her master was so far away. It would be easy to slip and hook up with a guy like Brad, but she knew the consequences would be severe when Master found out—and he would find out. She could never lie to him.
"Hey, are you going to the Phi Delta party Friday night?"
"I don't know. I've got a ton of studying to do," she replied. So far, Katherine had turned the many invitations to parties she'd received, mostly because she wanted to avoid trouble. The last time she'd really been drunk was that night at the club with her friends and she could still vividly remember what had happened in the parking lot with that stranger.
"I was just thinking that if you did want to go, we could go together. I mean, those things can get kinda crazy for a girl as pretty as you and it would be good to have someone looking out for you."
Katherine could guess how he wanted to look out for her. "I really appreciate it, Brad, but I don't know."
"Do you have a boyfriend back at home?" He blurted out.
"There's someone special, yes."
"Are you guys serious?"
"Very." Katherine's relationship with her master as the most important thing in her life and just thinking about it again she could feel her pussy dampen and her nipples harden. They poked through her thin, tight t-shirt and Brad's eyes were drawn right to them. She was used to boys staring at her tits by now and liked the attention. She knew he could see the outline of the barbell that pierced her right nipple. That was a gift from Tara the week before she left for school. When she masturbated, which her master allowed when they were on the phone, Katherine tugged on it and imagined it was her master teasing her nipple.
"Listen, Brad," she said taking his hand in hers. "You're a really nice guy, and honestly, I think you're pretty hot. I would love nothing more than to suck on you until you're nice and hard and then ride your cock until I scream, but I'm already taken. I'm sure there's some other girl on campus who could blow your mind."
Brad was speechless and Katherine privately enjoyed the deep red flush that spread across his face. She had discovered it was fun to own her sexuality and toy with the boys on campus sometimes. They didn’t know how to react to a girl who just laid it all out there. With Master she was totally his, but here, out on her own, Katherine found that sometimes it was fun to tease the boys on campus. The job was made all the easier by the new wardrobe her master mandated for her and Tara helped pick out. She did not have a pair of jeans or a top that did not cling to her like a second skin, or a skirt that came anywhere near her knee. She only ever wore a bra if it worked with a particular outfit Master wanted her to wear, and they were always flimsy and lacy, but she all the panties she'd brought to college sat in her dresser unworn. When she was out just hanging on campus she was allowed to dress more casually, but Katherine always dressed for class in sexy tops and short skirts and always sat in the front row. And, just was her master promised, she was lavished with attention by all her male professors. Katherine had not scored less than an A- in any tests. She was struggling in calc, of course, but was considering taking her professor up on the one-on-one tutoring sessions he'd offered her. Katherine knew teasing the older man would be a lot of fun, but also torture as it would make her think of Master, an older man himself, and out of reach.
"I, uh..."
"It's okay, Brad. I'm sure you're not quite sure what to say. Sometimes it's better to say nothing and just walk away."
Before he could do that, however, Katherine grabbed the boy and kissed him hard. He yielded to her insistent tongue when she pressed it into his mouth. A hand slithered to his lap, briefly cupping a rock hard bulge. Katherine only held him for a few moments before pushing him away and then told him, "Get going now, I really do need to study."
Brad wasn't the only one left shaken by the quick kiss. As she watched the confused boy walk away, Katherine felt a tingling all over and she desperately wished she could go back to her room and masturbate. She knew she would pay for that kiss when she told her master about it this weekend, but she did not mind a little spanking.
Katherine was scheduled to sneak away back home for the weekend, as she had at least once a month since school started. She did not actually go home, her parents didn't even know she was in town, but spent the weekend with the Gardners, allowing the couple to practice whatever depraved desires they had on her willing young body. It was the best solution for now, but she couldn't wait until next year, when she would be transferring back to a local college, something else her parents didn't know about. It was all worked out with Master and she would even have an off campus apartment so he could see her whenever he wanted.
It was funny, when Katherine thought about it, how life didn't work out the way she had planned. Before, she couldn't wait to get to college and party and meet boys and now all she wanted to do was go back to her hometown and give herself to one man. Everything changed for Katherine that first time Patrick Gardner tied her down, but instead of becoming a stranger to herself, she felt she had become the woman she was always meant to be. A woman who wanted nothing more than to live in service to her master.