When Katie Met Mitch
written by:
Otazel

WHEN KATIE MET MITCH.

The summer sales push was over for another year and, inevitably, the Sales Director had invited all his sales staff to a party to celebrate a successful campaign. It was a ritual that Katie always dreaded. She had no time for a load of drunken reps childishly slapping each other on the back and trying to chat up their wives and husbands. She had enough trouble with customers coming on to her without colleagues doing it too, and it was especially true this year as far as Katie was concerned, because her husband, Hugh, had walked out on her some months previously. Being on her own made her a target for every juvenile Casanova on the firm.

In the end she told herself she'd had enough of fending off randy salesmen and wandered outside to get a breath of fresh air, as well as trying to clear her head of alcohol fumes. The evening was moonlit and clear and it was a relief to be free from the insufferable people she'd been stuck with all evening. But even then there was giggling in the bushes where someone's chat up line had worked and so she rolled her eyes in disgust before making her way out of sight around the side of the property to lean against the garage wall. The one thing she didn't need was for some randy couple to remind her of the sex that she wasn't getting. Not that she'd been getting that much when she was married.

She probably wouldn't have minded Hugh's desertion so much if it had been for another woman, but to leave just because she couldn't produce children had hit her where it hurt. It wasn't as if she hadn't wanted kids too. But then he was ten years older than her thirty-nine and that age gap had become more and more apparent as middle age set in. He wanted children and he made no secret of his disappointment in her. She had made matters worse by suggesting that her inability to get pregnant could allow them to let their hair down in the bedroom. That had gone down like a lead balloon. As far as Hugh was concerned sex was for procreation and not recreation, and so far from having more they ended up having less and less. Eventually things degenerated so far that they slept in separate bedrooms and their sex life ground to a complete halt. But then he had never been a passionate lover and variety, as far as he was concerned, belonged in vaudeville.

After Hugh's departure she had dated just once, grabbing at an unexpected and unplanned opportunity to satisfy her needs. But when the man (man?) pleaded with her to "smack his naughty little bottom" she determined to give up on men altogether and console herself with her own fingers and a vibrator until she finally managed to lull her libido to sleep. Men, she promised herself, were something she would do without.

But then at this party she saw a new man, a brown haired, blue eyed and very handsome man in probably his late twenties, and when he caught her staring at him and their eyes locked she felt that almost forgotten jolt of adrenalin brought on by pure lust. Her carefully suppressed urge had been reawakened in a moment and her promise went out of the window. He gave her a slow sexy smile as if he could read her thoughts, making her blush with embarrassment even though she could see a corresponding lust in his eyes. She knew then, without doubt, that he wanted her as much as she wanted him - even though by his side was a raven haired and very attractive woman who was very obviously ‘with' him. She averted her gaze and wandered away across the room, trying to shake off the longing that he had so unexpectedly triggered. As the evening wore on she found herself with her eyes roaming the room, brushing aside all other approaches as she looked for him, and then turning away each time they found him because he was always gazing back, desire still burning in his eyes. If only he had been on his own. She was sure that his partner could see them exchanging lust filled glances, but she couldn't stop herself wanting him.

That was actually why she decided to take a walk in the garden, telling herself it was to clear her head but secretly acknowledging that it was really to escape the hunger that this dark haired stranger generated. She couldn't have him and so she escaped to the peace and quiet of the night, desperate to control the feelings inside her. The relief she found outside was so welcome she found herself smiling naturally for the first time that evening and for a few minutes she simply revelled in the hushed solitude and the feel of cool night air on her bare arms. But then a shadow materialised beside her.

‘So you wanted to get away from it all too, eh?'

Now she had a voice to put to the face, a voice just as sexy as his smouldering gaze. She started with surprise as she wondered stupidly why he had come out too, while knowing only too well why he was there. He leaned on the wall beside her, obviously intending to keep her company. She turned her head to look at him, making out his features more clearly than she had expected in the moonlight. He was even more handsome close up.

‘You can only take so much false bonhomie in one evening.' She told him.

He turned to face her. ‘I couldn't agree more. And the present company is so much nicer.'

It was such an obvious chat up line that she might easily have been offended, but instead she smiled silently at his nerve. She looked into his eyes, trying to find some reply but instead finding herself snared by that sexy gaze again. She felt her defences drop away like petals in a breeze as they stared at each other, each weighing up the other's expression. His face came closer to hers. She knew what he intended, and her heart began to hammer even before his arms came up and encircled her. As their lips met she thought momentarily about his dark haired partner, but her need was greater than her guilt.

The kiss was hard, fierce almost, their mouths grinding together, tongues exploring eagerly, arms clinging, bodies pushing together, all scruples forgotten. His hands were everywhere, pulling at her top, pushing it up. She gasped as he burrowed under her bra, finding her breasts, squeezing them, rightly certain that she wouldn't refuse him. Her own hands gained a life of their own in response and before she had even thought of it they found his zip, hauling it down and investigating inside, working his erection out into the open.

He groaned softly as her fingers encircled his cock and then suddenly he pushed her back against the wall, feeling urgently under her skirt, not waiting to pull her panties down but simply pushing them to one side to make way for him. She lifted one leg, wrapping it around his waist to give him room, knowing he would take her anyway. She was wet and open and his cock slid easily up into her. She should have wondered why she needed him so much, but she was past caring, all she wanted was to be fucked, and fucked hard.

He slammed into her, no hesitation, no finesse - but it was just what she wanted. She heard his breathing, harsh and desperate in her ear, his groans getting louder as he thrust harder and harder into her, ramming her painfully against the wall. She came only just before he did; gasping loudly even though she tried to stifle her noises. Then he was there too, with urgent, hard thrusts as his cock jerked and spurted into her.

It was over quickly, both of them releasing their needs with each other before leaning side by side on the garage wall, panting for breath as they adjusted their clothes and trying in vain to look innocent.

‘Can we meet again?' He asked.

‘Yes.'

She couldn't have explained her response, it hadn't been the world's best sex, it hadn't even been the most satisfying sex, but it was exactly what she had needed, and if she was going to get laid again then it had to be him.

‘Tuesday evening?

‘Yes.' She nodded eagerly, then, almost as an afterthought. ‘Where?'

‘Park in the far corner of the shopping centre car park and I'll find you there. About eight-o-clock.'

For some reason she liked the way he was making the decisions, and an assignation in a car park sounded dangerously exciting, although they would obviously go on somewhere from there. Maybe back to her place?

‘Sounds good.' She told him.

He kissed her briefly, a quick peck on the lips before he walked quickly away and back to the party. A few minutes later she followed, smiling secretly at the feel of his cum dampening her panties.

A few discreet questions in the office on Monday morning told her that his name was Mitchell Grainger, Mitch to his friends, aged thirty-one, slightly older than she had him pegged for, that he lived on the far side of town and that he covered the sales territory adjacent to hers. This, she reminded herself wryly, was something she thought would never happen, having to ask about a man she'd already had sex with. She never asked if he was married.

By Tuesday evening she was having grave doubts about meeting Mitch, if only because the fact that he was eight years her junior reminded her how unsuited she and Hugh had been where the age gap had been not that much bigger. Well, at least she wasn't looking to marry the guy, and then that thought made her wonder if this would be a one off meeting or if either of them would want to make an ongoing thing out of it. She didn't think she could cope with anything too long term. That was, of course, if he turned up in the first place and he could easily have changed his mind by now.

She arrived well before the allotted time, driving past the cars clustered around the entrance to park, as instructed, at the far end of the car park. It wasn't a busy time for the store, the daytime shoppers had gone but the late night booze brigade had not yet turned out, and she was virtually on her own in this remote corner, just a scattering of cars with their own reasons for parking so far from the doors. She sat looking around, her mouth dry and her heart thumping, waiting for Mitch to arrive. Was it, she wondered, a sign of how desperate she was to start a new sex life. Yes, she decided ruefully. She believed this was her chance for the sort of sex she had dreamed of but never enjoyed and yes, she was desperate for that. A car pulled into the slot two away from hers and her head whipped around expecting to see Mitch's face smiling at her, but it was just a middle aged couple who ignored her and wandered slowly off towards the entrance.

She sat back and looked at her watch, still eight minutes to go. Plenty of time, what was she worried about? He'd turn up, of course he would - always assuming he could get away from his wife. She was sure he was married to the dark haired woman he's been at the party with. What if she'd found out and prevented him from coming. Five minutes to go and she'd convinced herself it had been a wasted journey. A man like that wouldn't want to risk his marriage for a woman like her. Two minutes to go and a car slid into the space between her own and that of the other couple, and this time it really was Mitch, his face turned to her and smiling just as she had imagined it would be. He beckoned her over and she jumped out, quickly locking her car before climbing in beside him.

‘Hi.' She said, trying her hardest to sound nonchalant. ‘You timed it well.'

‘Hi to you too.' He grinned. ‘I've been looking forward to tonight.'

She couldn't keep the smile out of her voice. ‘So have I.'

‘I'm Mitch.' He told her suddenly.

She nodded, not revealing that she already knew. ‘Katie.'

For a couple of seconds they simply sat and looked at each other, and then, almost in unison, they leaned in for their first kiss of the evening, their arms going around each other as far as the confined space would allow. The kiss was not as harsh as the first time, but it was just as intense, just as passionate and once again his free hand found her breast, squeezing it gently through her top. She heard herself murmuring her pleasure as his tongue investigated her mouth, dancing with hers as each probed between the other's lips.

‘I wasn't sure you'd really want to meet me again.' She gasped, voicing her fears as they finally pulled apart.

He chuckled. ‘Well I did, and even if I didn't - he did.' He took hold of her hand and pushed it down to his crotch so that she could feel his erection through the material, long and hard.

‘Oh my god.' She groaned, fondling him. ‘I'm so glad, because I sure want to meet him.'

‘Take him out then, and say hello.'

‘What, here?' She asked, shocked but excited.

‘Why not?' He responded. ‘There's nobody to see.'

She didn't speak; instead she unzipped him with trembling fingers and pushed her hand into his pants, finding his cock, hot and hard. She wasn't used to working a rock hard cock free and she heard him gasp briefly with discomfort as she pulled him clear.

‘Sorry.' She apologised for the hurt as she gazed at his circumcised cock, veined and bulbous, thinking how beautifully ugly it was.

‘No problem.' He told her, pushing his seat back. ‘But maybe you should kiss him better.'

She looked at him in surprise and he nodded in confirmation, his hand going around to the back of her head and pushing her gently in right direction, leaving her in no doubt. She looked around wildly, panicking, but Mitch was right, there was no one around. She took him in her hand, stroking his shaft and marvelling at its hardness as she shuffled back and then bent forward, cautiously closing her mouth around the head. She'd never actually done oral sex before because Hugh looked upon it with distaste, in either direction. She'd offered to do it, even once attempted to try it, but he had pulled away, telling her he thought it depraved. Now she was actually doing it and it was a steep learning curve.

The head of Mitch's cock felt hot and huge in her mouth, filling it, sending shivers down her spine as she swirled her tongue around the warm flesh. At first she simply tasted it, exploring the new and unusual sensation of having a man's cock in her mouth. But then she began to move her head, sliding his cock in and out as far as she could take it, moving her hand in a counter rhythm and wanking him into her mouth. He moaned softly with pleasure and she smiled happily around his cock at the sound. She glanced up. He had his head tipped a little way back, his eyes were closed and his mouth hung partly open, all signs of his enjoyment. At least she must be doing it right, even if she wasn't experienced.

She wondered how long he would want her to continue. He'd tell her when he wanted her to stop, she told herself, for he obviously wouldn't want to come in her mouth and spend himself before they'd had full sex - or would he. She hoped he was going to let her share more with him than just a quick blow job, and she wasn't sure if she could handle him shooting into her mouth anyway. Sooner or later she would like to try that with someone, but preferably just not today. Today she wanted the cock she came on to be flesh and blood, not plastic.

She put the thoughts to the back of her mind and concentrated on what she was doing, her mouth sucking wetly at him and her hand sliding up and down a shaft lubricated by her own saliva. He rested his hand on the top of her head, keeping her in place, while the other lay across her shoulders. At first they just rested there, but soon she felt his fingers begin to dig in, the first sign that he was getting close.

Then she heard footsteps and voices, the couple were returning to their car. She tried to pull her mouth away and look up, wanting to avoid being caught, but he pushed down on her head, holding her in place.

‘Don't stop.' He ordered hoarsely. ‘Keep going, finish the job.'

She had no choice. To pull away now was to run the risk of being recognised. She literally kept her head down, especially as sudden realisation of what he had said came home to her. Finish the job. He was going to come in her mouth! The voices stopped and the car doors slammed. The engine started and she heard the car pull back out of its slot. She felt almost disappointed. Today was to be the day that a man finally came in her mouth, and there would be nobody to witness it. But that wouldn't alter what was going to happen, her heart beat faster in both fear and excited anticipation. Now that she knew it was going to happen, she wanted it, thoughts of possible frustration forgotten.

His fingers gripped tighter and his hips began to twitch, pushing his cock at her. She wanked him harder, faster, waiting for the moment. And then he groaned, a low animal groan, and his cock jerked in her mouth. She closed her throat with her tongue and held her head still, finishing him with her hand. He groaned again, his cock pushed upwards and suddenly her mouth was full of his cum, beautiful, creamy, and slightly acerbic cum. She moaned herself as he flooded her mouth, loving both the sensation and the taste, wanting to hold it all in her mouth but having to swallow some to make room for the rest.

She lost count of how many times he pushed at her as he spurted into her mouth, but eventually he slowed and stopped, sagging back, his cock softening inside her mouth even as she milked the last drops from him. He pushed her away, breathing heavily beside her, his breath coming in sharp gasps as he gazed at her, nodding his thanks, unable yet to speak. She swallowed the last of his cum, running her tongue around inside her mouth and then licking her lips before smiling proudly back at him.

‘That was bloody good.' He gasped at last.

She smiled at him again. ‘You're more than welcome.' She assured him.

They sat there side by side, passion spent, at least for the moment. She wondered what he intended now. Hopefully a blow job wasn't going to be it, was it? She could read nothing in his expression and his cock was just a wilted little tassel, no good to either of them. Was he intending to stay around until his erection returned, or was he going to shrug off her needs now that his had been satisfied and leave her to her vibrator? Her fear of being left frustrated returned and she waited anxiously, watching as he got his breath back. The seconds dragged by, turning into a couple of the longest minutes she had ever had to endure.

‘Right,' He said finally. ‘Shall we go somewhere a little more private?'

She nodded. ‘My place is free.'

‘No.' He shook his head. ‘No, I've got somewhere arranged.'

He saw a look of confusion and disappointment cross her face.

‘I didn't know if you lived with anyone.' He told her. ‘So I booked a motel room.'

She smiled, mentally thanking him for his consideration while wishing she could take him home. ‘No, I'm free and single.'

‘Next time then?' He asked.

‘Sure.' So there was going to be a next time, she smiled inwardly.

‘There is something I want you to do before we go, though.' He sounded almost shy. She looked at him curiously.

‘Take your panties off.'

Her mouth dropped open, but a quiver of excitement shot through her. Why not? She glanced around quickly and then hiked her skirt up, lifting herself from the seat and hooking her fingers into her waistband. Another quick look around and she pushed them down, bending forward to pull them over her feet. She offered them to him.

He shook his head. ‘No, you keep them. I just like the idea of you being unprotected, available whenever I want.'

She blushed bright red. Not because of not wearing underwear, but at the feeling of sudden lust that the idea of being constantly available gave her. Suddenly she pulled her skirt up, spreading her legs and showing herself to him, not knowing why but needing to confirm her consent. He gazed openly at her pussy for what seemed an age before he nodded understanding.

‘I think it's time we moved on.' He told her. ‘I'll drop you back here afterwards.'

She pulled her skirt down as he moved his seat forward into place and started the engine.

‘It's not far.' He told her as they pulled away. ‘But there's something I should explain before we get there.'

She frowned, worried as to what he was going to say.

‘It's nothing really bad, just something I think you should know.'

He glanced across at her and she nodded.

‘Go on.' She told him

‘Well, to begin with, you should be aware that I'm married.'

She nodded again.

He took her silence as a cue to continue. ‘But that's not a problem, unless it bothers you?'

‘I guessed you were.' She told him. ‘But why is it not a problem?'

‘Because Nikki and I have an arrangement.' He paused as if waiting for her to comment. ‘We have kind of open marriage. She doesn't mind if I see other women as long as I don't mind if she does.'

For a moment his meaning didn't sink in, but then she understood. ‘You mean she likes women too?'

‘Yes.' He nodded, staring fixedly through the windscreen. ‘I can't give her what she wants from a woman, but she knows it wouldn't be fair just for her to have girlfriends. So we have a kind of understanding, just so long as we are honest with each other.'

‘So she won't mind if you see me?'

He shook his head. ‘No, she won't mind. And I picked Tuesday because that's the evening she meets one of her girlfriends.'

Katie sat slowly shaking her head as she absorbed his information, slowly coming round to the idea that the whole set up suited everyone, and nobody was being cheated on. Then another thought crossed her mind as she realised he had said "one of her girlfriends".

‘How many women do you see?'

‘Only two.' He answered with disarming honesty. ‘Bonnie on Thursday and now you on Tuesday.'

‘So your wife - Nikki - has two girlfriends as well?'

‘Yes.'

Katie was silent for a while, trying to figure out if she could accept what he was saying before she voiced her one misgiving. ‘It's never the same women as you though is it?'

Mitch chuckled. ‘No, that's never happened so you don't need to worry.'

‘Then I don't see a problem.'

Mitch and Nikki's arrangement seemed a civilised way of behaving as far as Katie's mind was concerned. As far as her instincts were concerned - they weren't quite so sure, but she could overrule them. She was strangely excited to have become part of such a set up, but confused because she thought she ought to feel used - but didn't.

The motel was only a short drive away, but then Katie voiced another thought. ‘Do you always bring your women here?'

‘No. My first time.' He shook his head emphatically. ‘You're making it sound sordid, as if I have countless women one after another. To tell the truth I've been seeing Bonnie for about nine months and now you, and that's all. And that's only because I really fancied you at the party, I wasn't looking for anyone else before then.'

Strangely enough, Katie believed him.

The motel room was the same as any other, not that Katie had seen many, cheap and cheerful, plastic and chipboard, but with a comfortable looking double bed, almost as if the owners knew exactly what was most important to their clientele.

‘Are you still cool with this?' He asked her as they stood in the room looking at each other.

The throbbing need in her pussy overcame any remaining doubts. ‘Yes.'

‘Then maybe we should undress.' It was a statement, not a question.

He began to unbutton his shirt, looking at her to follow suit. They fell silent as they undressed, the unfamiliarity of it inhibiting any conversation. She watched him undress as she took off her own things, a quick thrill reminding her of her missing panties. She glanced quickly at his face, unexpectedly glad to see that he was watching quietly. They each tossed their clothes onto the only chair as they undressed, the mixed pile seeming oddly meaningful.

He looked good, better than she had actually imagined. He was not over muscled but still well built, his dark chest hair somehow adding to the masculinity of his tanned and solid frame. She glanced quickly at his cock, disappointed that it was only half hard yet, a promise waiting to be fulfilled. Please let it recover soon, she prayed to herself, wondering foolishly if she shouldn't have sucked it so hard. Would she be attractive enough to work the magic on him and make him rock hard again?

Then she wondered what he was making of her figure, too scrawny perhaps, too flat-chested? Suddenly she was conscious of her skinny shape and wondered if he preferred more rounded girls. But then she saw how his hungry eyes fixed on her and his approving looks stifled any doubts.

He took her in his arms again and his mouth found hers. She could feel his chest hair against her breasts, his palms against her back and his cock twitching slightly against her bare skin. Then he was kissing her. His tongue was exploring her mouth again, probing, entwining with her own, licking and tasting her, turning her on even more, making her press herself against him, rubbing her skin on his. His hands roamed over her back, from shoulders to the first curves of her bottom, as far down as he could reach, she moaned softly in hopeful anticipation of what was to come.

Suddenly his arms released her and he placed his hands on the top of her shoulders. Then, with a quick look to see exactly where it was, he pushed her down so that she sat involuntarily on the edge of the bed. For a moment she wondered what he intended, but then he suddenly knelt before her, pushed her knees wide apart and stared hungrily at her pussy. For long moments he just gazed at her, increasing her arousal so much that she felt sure she was opening like a flower before him.

‘I like looking at you.' He told her. ‘You have a beautiful pussy.'

‘Thank you. And I like you looking.' She told him truthfully.

Mitch stared at her again, his silent gaze fixed on her pussy until she began to feel embarrassed, then suddenly, without warning he hooked his hands behind her knees and pulled up, tipping her backwards before pushing her legs wide and back, leaving her on her back with her legs wide open, even more exposed than before. Confused, she tried to move, to instinctively pull herself upright, but before she could do more than lift herself onto her elbows he had lowered his mouth towards her pussy and she understood. She let herself slump back onto the bed, full of elated amazement. The sensation of his mouth on her and the feel of his tongue making tentative contact was something she had never expected. Because of her former husband's attitude to any kind of adventurous sex, it had never occurred to her that anyone else would go down on her. But it felt so damn good.

He nuzzled at her pussy with his lips, pushing his tongue between her labia, exploring her, probing at her entrance and then skating along her labia to brush against her clit. He did it again, and again. She had never felt anything so exciting. She hooked her hands behind her knees and pulled her legs right back, exposing herself to him as much as she could. He glanced up at her and winked in silent acknowledgment of her action, sliding his hands along her legs so that he could use his thumbs to hold her wide open. He could really get at her now, and as far as she was concerned that was fine because he could do whatever he liked.

Now when his tongue found her entrance he pushed it into her as far as he could, thrusting in and out in imitation of a miniature cock and then licking around just inside her passage, She groaned in appreciation only to feel him move away, sliding his tongue in a flat sweep along the length of her slit. Up and down he went, the flat of his tongue pressing against her all the way from the start of her perineum to the very top of her slit. Very soon the tip of his tongue found her clit again and started licking it so lightly that it felt like a soft moist fingertip. She gasped with the sudden realisation that it would not be long before he made her come. Her hips began to react to the sensations and she started to thrust back at him, making the subtle contact feel firmer.

Mitch understood, she could tell. Unlike Hugh he wanted to give her pleasure and he was awake to the nuances in her reactions. He began to lick her clit harder and more rapidly, flicking his tongue over its tip, up and down, up and down. Her climax grew nearer and she moaned more loudly, her hips gyrating slowly under his ministrations until, almost unexpectedly, she came, crying out loud, pushing her pussy at his mouth, feeling a hot flood of intense pleasure spread rapidly all the way through her. She could feel her pelvis bouncing involuntarily on the bed, and his mouth having to press harder against her to maintain contact. She wanted to say sorry, to tell him she couldn't help it, but all that came out was a strangled groan, and then it was over and she slumped back, spent and panting on the bed. Mitch was still licking her clit, but with a gentler and slower touch, just enough to bring little aftershocks that made her gasp quietly until they eventually died away altogether, her climax over. Her hands slipped from behind her knees to let her legs fall either side of his head.

She expected him to pull away, job done, but she was wrong. Instead he caught her legs, stopping them from dropping, and pushed them back again, all the time continuing to lap gently at her pussy. For a moment her climax-bewildered mind wondered if he had noticed that she had come, but then she realised that he had but that he intended to keep going, perhaps to make her come a second time. She moaned softly, not sure if she could take any more right then. She could climax several times in succession from her vibrator, but she wasn't sure if she had anything left after the sheer intensity of the climax he had just given her. Somehow it never occurred to her to tell him that enough was enough, instead she just let him carry on, still trying to get her breath back from her first climax as he led her inexorably towards another.

At first she was on that plateau of arousal that follows an orgasm, still hot, still highly aroused but not yet able to come again. Even so his tongue was sending random little barbs of pleasure through her, making her twitch and gasp each time. Then slowly they began to become stronger and more frequent and she knew that she would really make it for a second time. She hooked her hands behind her knees once more and pulled her legs right back again, an unthinking signal that she was ready to come for a second time.

He did as he had before, using his thumbs to spread her labia wide apart and then running his tongue right along the length of her slit. She closed her eyes and surrendered to him again, enjoying his actions, happy to let him do as he wished. He returned to her clit, this time clamping his mouth over her button and sucking it inside, nibbling gently at it with lip-padded teeth. She flinched anxiously beneath her enjoyment, wondering if he might hurt her, but he knew what he was doing and his teeth pulled at her gently, nipping just tightly enough to grip. He tugged at her and she felt the tip of his tongue flicking at her captive button, causing her pelvis to jerk just a little and pull at his grip. It wasn't painful; it hurt just enough to be arousing, bringing her closer and closer to coming, until finally one stronger jerk sent her over the edge and she climaxed. Just as before she cried out the unintelligible sounds that expressed her happiness, and pushed herself at him, almost grinding herself against his teeth, making him pull harder on her clit until he finally released it and let her rub herself on him. She knew what she was doing but she couldn't stop, never in a million years had she ever dreamed that she could be so out of control from pleasure. But she was, and she just had to ride with it, feeling his tongue trying to keep up with her as she rubbed her pussy on his face.

This time he didn't try to catch her legs when she let them drop at the end. He just raised his head and smiled at her from between her thighs as her feet found the floor. She looked down at him, seeing his face shiny and wet from her juices, and felt guilty.

‘Oh, I'm so sorry.' She gasped.

He grinned widely. ‘Don't be. I enjoyed it.'

‘Thank you. So did I.' She told him, meaning it.

‘That's all right. Now, lie on the bed.' He indicated with a quick movement of his head.

She swung her leg over him and rolled onto the bed to lie flat, wondering what he had in mind - but not really caring because it was bound to be wonderful. He climbed onto the bed beside her, propping his head on one hand and watching her breasts rising and falling as she struggled get her breath back. She licked her lips and smiled weakly, unable to be annoyed by the supercilious smirk of triumph on his face.

‘Are you going to fuck me?' She asked breathlessly, trying not to feel too subservient.

‘When I'm ready.' He nodded, still looking at her, his eyes travelling the length of her body and making her feel both uncomfortable and proud at the same time. He leaned over to kiss her briefly on the lips, his hand reaching out at the same time to settle on her breast. At first he just gently stroked her flesh, fingertips skating lightly over the surface of her skin, catching her nipple as they went past, but soon he was fondling her more firmly, feeling her, caressing her, his hand going from one breast to the other.

‘That's nice.' She told him, her voice almost returned to normal.

He looked at her and smiled. ‘Good.' He told her. ‘Just enjoy it.'

She glanced down at his cock again, delighted when she saw that he was fully erect again. She was enjoying his touch, but she ached to be fucked. She'd come twice and she wanted the third time, if there could be a third one, to be with his cock inside her. He was ready now; maybe he would roll on top of her in a minute. She felt satisfied at her prediction and relaxed under his touch, waiting. She would do as he said and enjoy it.

He was good. He knew exactly what he was doing and she hated to think how many girls he must have practised on. She told herself off for her flash of jealousy, telling herself that it was she, Katie, who was reaping the benefit. She wondered if it was possible to climax just from someone playing with her breasts, rapidly coming to the conclusion that it probably was. But she wasn't going to find out, for almost as soon as the thought crossed her mind his hand left her breast to begin a slow journey down her front.

She looked up at him quickly; he smiled back at her and leaned to kiss her once more, his fingers tracing their gentle way over her skin as he did so. This time the kiss was long and slow and tender, and before it was over his fingers had found her pubic mound, sliding softly between her legs to play just lightly with her clit. She moaned into his mouth, her arms fastening themselves around his back and pulling him close.

She didn't let him go, she couldn't let him go. She just didn't want the kiss to end, even when the warmth of an approaching climax told her that she was going to come she just pulled him down harder, needing to maintain the contact. All the time as he rubbed softly at her clit she kept her mouth clamped to his, her moans and gasps all directed straight between his lips, clinging on to him through the involuntary jolts and jerks of an imminent orgasm.

She wondered vaguely if he minded, but he seemed to be taking his cue from her instinctive reactions, rubbing just that little bit quicker as she got closer. She was thanking him in her mind for being so considerate of her needs when, just a second or so before she actually came, he stopped. For a split second she panicked, sure that she was to be left high and dry, but then two fingers rammed themselves into her pussy, slamming up inside her and wriggling as they did so.

It was pretty much the last thing she was expecting, but, as she thought about it later and realised, it was deliberate and turned her climax into an explosion. She didn't so much come as detonate. She screeched from the power of it, crying loudly into his mouth, her fingers gouging into his back as her pelvis danced wildly on the bed, instinctively pushing her vagina harder onto his fingers.

It wasn't a long orgasm; she couldn't have coped if it had been. As it was, when it was over she just collapsed onto the bed, fighting for breath, gazing up at him in awe. He smiled silently back at her, giving her time to recover, propping himself on an elbow as he enjoyed his success. Then, finally, when it seemed she her breathing under control again, he broke the lengthening silence.

‘Was that good?' He asked, knowing all the while what the answer must be.

‘Was it ever?' She smiled happily, her chest still heaving slightly.

‘That's good.' He told her. ‘Roll over and kneel down.'

For a moment she gazed at him uncomprehendingly, knowing what she had heard but seemingly unable to take it in. He didn't repeat himself, instead he made a circular movement with one hand indicting for her to turn over. Now she did it almost mindlessly, automatically obeying him, going onto her hands and knees in front of him, knowing now what he intended but having to take a quick glance at his erection to confirm it. She had been waiting all evening for him to fuck her, but, she told herself, he sure as hell picked his moments. As she waited on her hands and knees she just hoped she would be able to handle it.

He shuffled into place behind her, using his thumbs once more to open her to his view, this time spreading her cleft for him to gaze at both her anus and her pussy. He had seen her before of course when he had gone down on her, but this much more submissive posture made her feel just slightly embarrassed, an embarrassment that to her surprise she found she enjoyed. He moved forward a little and she felt the head of his cock come to rest at the base of her spine, right at the very top of her cleft. One hand left her bottom and then she felt his cock slide up and down her cleft, over her anus and down to her pussy, and then back, teasing her, making her long for him to enter her. He wiped his cock up and down her again, but this time he let it come to a halt at her rear entrance, pressing gently as if preparing to penetrate her there.

‘Should I?' He chuckled, teasing her. ‘What do you think?'

‘I've never done it.' She told him truthfully. ‘But you can if you like.'

He chuckled again and moved on, explaining carelessly. ‘Not today. No lube.'

He guided it now to her vagina, easing it into her and then gripping her by the hips. For a moment he remained still with his cock just inside her, but then he abruptly pulled her backwards, impaling her on him and making her groan with the sudden delight. Again he remained motionless, getting erotic pleasure from the sensation of being buried deep inside her for a moment or two before he began to move. She knelt still and let him, enjoying that same sensation even though her body cried out to be fucked.

When he did begin to move it was with long powerful thrusts, pulling back until he was only just inside her and then thrusting forward deep and hard. She wanted to move with him, to help magnify his actions, but his grip on her hips prevented her. She just had to kneel submissively and let him take her.

Initially his movements were slow and measured and she was able to enjoy the feel of him pistoning in and out of her slippery hole, but then, as he got closer to coming, he began to thrust harder, quicker, and more erratically, until soon he was plunging into her, ramming himself deep, his body slamming into the meagre padding of her bottom. He still held her by the hips, preventing her from being pitched forward as he fucked her, and it was his grip, going from firm to downright painful, that told her when he was about to come. His nails suddenly dug into her flesh and his quiet moans of pleasure turned to urgent gasps, and she set herself ready. She didn't have to wait, his grip tightened, his thrusts turned into hard insistent pushes and she felt his cock shudder inside her as he came.

It wasn't such a long climax as when she had taken him in her mouth but it was just as strong, and she felt sure she could feel spurts of cum splattering her cervix each time he pushed and groaned. She didn't come herself, but that didn't matter, after the three orgasms he had already given her she didn't need to come again, in fact she doubted if she could. Just the feeling of him shooting his load inside her sent a surge of satisfaction through her. His final thrust pushed her free of his grip and they both fell face down onto the bed, with Mitch gasping harshly into her ear as he lay, spent, on top of her. After a minute or two he moved away from her, his softening cock tracing a damp line across the back of her thigh, and she knew that their session was over. But she didn't care; he had given her the best sex she had ever experienced.