("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text -------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2005. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. You may post freely to non-commercial "free" sites, or in the "free" area of commercial sites. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- 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 ::: * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * 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! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 40