JAMES AND KATHERINE - CHAPTER 32
Katherine
sat at a cocktail table in the hotel’s main lounge sipping a dry vodka martini. The room
had just been re-decorated with plush white leather seating and a bar lit with
up soft blue LED lights which made the crystal and glass sparkle magically. The
patrons, all well-heeled, vied with each other to appear high-class and refined
as they awaited the opportunity to see naked people fucking on television
screens.
For the
week of the competition the cocktail room had been closed to the general public
but still every seat in the house seemed to be taken. A dozen closed circuit
televisions had been installed and on each one could see hotel bedrooms,
beautifully appointed, and ready to be used. Laura was speaking excitedly with
the Shaws as well as her new friends and fellow competitors. Laura glittered as
magically as the room, her smile infectious. Her laughter honest and
captivating.
Katherine
was nauseous.
Last
evening she had watched, glass in hand, as James had fucked another woman. As
another woman had taken him into her body and made him cum. Watched as he let
loose with all his strength and power as he plowed his seed into another woman.
She had remained in front of the screen watching while Laura and everyone else
at the table were celebrating raucously James’ first win, watching that bitch
fall asleep smiling with her man’s seed buried inside of her.
And
tonight, it was going to happen again. She was going to sit here smiling as her
man shoved his cock into some heated bitch and fucked her. She knew it was not
personal. James has returned to her last night flush with his first victory and
fell asleep as he always did, wrapped around her whispering how deeply he was
in love with her. She quickly wiped away a quiet tear as she thought about how
deeply she was in love with him. More and more each day. Then she ordered
another Cosmopolitan.
“Mom,
look! There’s James. They’re about to start! Come look!”
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Lin Tan
Gundersson was adopted at the age of four from a small orphanage in South
Korea. Her new father was an American Army serjeant who fell in love with the
little girl and brought her home to his family when he was reassigned home. She
was loved and raised as one of their own. However, being the smallest of the
clan and having two Nordic sisters that towered over her, she grew up to be
very competitive and very aggressive. Very aggressive.
This was
not lost on James as the woman climbed on top of him and took control of the
fight from the start. He found himself forced to take the Lord’s name in vain
several times as she sank her spreading lips down along his length. She could
not take all of it, which was a blessing, but what she did take was caught in
the tightest pussy he had ever felt in his life. Ragged groans escaped him with
each breath as she squeezed hard along his shaft, pulling up and circling his
head just inside her dripping lips. It was difficult enough to breath with both
her hands on his throat, leaning into him as she rode his hips violently. James
tried to take control. He was twice her size for Pete’s sake! But every time he
grabbed
her or
tried to flip her over she just drove down, clenching hard, and sending that
thought flying from his mind in a surge of pleasure. Katherine had trained him
well to resist this kind of attack but he could never win staying on the
defensive and with her leaning hard on his neck, she was draining his energy
along with his oxygen. He lay there trapped as she gripped him tight, dragging
out his will, the walls of her demanding cunt pulsing with heat. The feeling
was incredible. Inescapable.
The more
they fucked the wetter she got. The wetter she got the more of his cock she
could force into her grasping pussy. James was honestly wondering where the
fuck she was putting it all as she rode him harder and harder, her long black
hair slicing across his face and chest. James was straining to hold back now.
His cock was under siege and he knew that eventually he would have to give in.
Clenching his teeth, he tried thinking of anything to distract himself from the
woman thrashing up and down, torturing his cock with the world’s tightest
fucking cunt. Football stats, dead cats, remembering to buy a new skillet after
Katherine’s last disastrous attempt at fried chicken. Anything to save himself
from the loss he was about to suffer.
An hour
went by. His hips and legs were numb by now with the constant slapping of their
thighs. His grunts by now were more from pain than pleasure. James tried one
last time to flip her, to get her off him, for one moment of relief from the
endless fucking. He gripped her hips and tried to lift her enough to roll her
under him, but she just slammed down again and crushed him in that vice of a
cunt. This time he knew it was coming and even though he was forced back down
he was able to fight his way back from orgasm with only a single “Fuck!”
escaping his lungs.
But he
was not the only one.
Lin Tan
screamed as she gushed hot juices along his thighs. She had been pounding his
cock, squeezing with all her might, on the offensive for over an hour. The
bastard refused to cum! What the fuck was he made of!?? Her last opponent had
turned blue and blasted his load into her within fifteen minutes as she bore
down on him. This bastard’s cock was thick, stretching her wider the deeper she
took him. And she had taken him so goddamned deep! She could feel the head of
his cock pounding into her fucking womb now. She closed her eyes tight and kept
on working him. She could not stop now. She had to stay in control. Why won’t
the bastard cum?! She rode him harder now - Fuck! - deeper. Sweat poured off
her breasts and along her back and she nearly blacked out from the effort. Her
hands around his throat bereft of strength now simply struggling to hold her
up. But he was on the ropes, she could feel it. She heard him gasping, moaning,
grunting with every slapping thrust of her burning thighs. Impossibly he
reached out, grabbing her waist again, trying to force her over. She slammed
down his cock desperately, feeling that huge thing tearing past her cervix,
spearing her insides as it tore her open. She squeezed with all her remaining
strength, screaming as she almost doubled over from the effort. She was gushing
freely now, her thighs thick with sticky juices. But that only meant that he
could fuck her deeper and deeper and deeper. She shuddered screaming again as
she felt the head of his cock plow into her. She was leaning too far forward
now and her clit was feeling every thrust. It was too fucking much! She tried
pushing off, straightening up, removing her swollen and pulsing clit from
danger. But they had been fucking hard for over an hour and their bodies were
slick with sweat. She slipped and collapsed on her side. Her eyes shot open to
saucers in fear as she realized what had happened. She felt his arm slide
across her shoulders as he took her from behind.
She fell
across the bed, slipping off his chest, looking nearly unconscious. He had done
it, he had held out long enough and now the bitch was exhausted by her efforts.
For a moment, he thought about resting. Just a moment to get his aching cock
back under control. But that would give her a chance to
rest as
well and he could not afford that. If she got back on top of him he would be
finished. Instead James wrapped his arms around her and plunged in. This time
he was in control. He brought every weapon into play, just like Katherine said.
Brushing
her hair back James took her earlobe between his teeth and bit down hard. It
was a statement of domination and he could not help but notice how her back
arched sharply as she moaned and cursed. He wrapped one arm around her chest
and plunged in hard, the new angle pounding his cock-head into the back of her
clit. He reached around with his other hand, spreading the tender hood around
her clit, making sure she felt every thrust of his vengeful cock.
“I’m
going to fuck the living shit out of you now, bitch.” Ugnh! “You can feel it,
can’t you? CAN’T YOU?” FuckShit! ….James slammed his cock in hard, feeling it
as his aching balls slapped into her clit with each thrust. His cock was still
on the edge, he could feel the urge inside him growing stronger, but at least
now she was feeling it too. “Cum for me!”
With that
he squeezed his fingers around her clit and pounded in as hard as he could. He
had to stop a moment to regain control as he felt drops of pre-cum escaping,
pressing them into her clit as she dug her nails into his forearm. She was
shivering too now, battling to hold back her own orgasm. She was trying to
clench down on him but was having trouble timing his thrusts. She bit down on
her lip as she flung her head back, her over-heated cunt gushing a river of
juices across his balls.
“Cum for
my pussy, Fucker …. can feel your cock … gonna … cum … for … me.” Her voice
quivered and shook along with her body. Her legs were quivering along his own.
As close as his cock was to blowing she was teetering on the edge but too much
of a fighter to simply surrender. He cursed her even as he admired her. He
steadied his voice and tried one more time.
“I’m
going to cum for you. Deep inside that cumming cunt of yours. You want it don’t
you Want to feel me fuck my cum up inside you? Cum for me, take my load with
that cumming cunt.”
And with
that he stopped moving, spreading her pussy-lips wide with his fingers and just
stopped dead. Lin Tan shuddered, squirmed, trying to find his cock, fill
herself with his meat again, moaning pitifully as he held it back from her.
Fuck, she was practically crying now.
“Fuck me
…give me your cock ….fuck me …..c’mon ….what are you fucking awaiting for?” she
meweled.
He wanted
to fuck her. Damn but he wanted to fuck her. He grit his teeth hard and let her
feel his hot breath along her ear. “You. Waiting for you to cum for me. Make me
fuck you. Make me fill you with hot cum. Feel it inside you. You want it, don’t
you? Cum for me and take it.”
“N…n…nnooo…..nooooo
…please…..”
“I SAID
CUM FOR ME!” James thrust his cock hard and deep, thrusting right into the back
of her clit and giving her every last inch. The head of his cock crushed her
cervix and opened her womb. Her eyes exploded as she shuddered and came
violently in his arms, her cunt spraying juices across the hotel room. She came
and came and came, at last falling limp in his arms. The sheets were soaked
with sweat and pussy-juice as James rose from the bed and unsteadily walked
over to the chair that had so patiently held his clothes.
From the
bed came her meek voice, almost pleading. “Wait. Your cum. Please. On my face.
Anywhere. Please? Need it.”
James
looked at her, laying across the bed timid, embarrassed by her request. He felt
like he was kicking a starving kitten but ….
“I’m
sorry, but …. it belongs to someone else.” And with that he walked out of the
room …
And off
camera.
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Laura
jumped from the table, cheering as James rose left the room, once again
triumphant. Katherine was on the edge of her seat, her own pussy leaking juices
in a river. She sat there still and embarrassed to even move lest others
instantly know how aroused she had become watching her man fucking that bitch
to death. But she had only been able to breathe once she realized that he had
not cum. His seed was safe. Still hers. She had almost started weeping there at
the stable, disguising tears of confusion as tears of joy.
James’
was the last of the fights that night and the whole room was on their feet
applauding and listening to the announcements. Katherine was the only one
sitting, playing with her untouched drink as she breathed her relief. She
closed her eyes and smiled knowing just how pent-up James would be when he
returned to their room tonight. Oh, but first a very long and very hot shower
to cleanse the smell of whore off his body. Katherine wondered what came over
her. After all, this was all her own idea, wasn’t it? Wasn’t it?
That’s
when she noticed the other woman still sitting there in the lounge. Sitting and
watching the screens intently and biting her bottom lip. It took a moment for
Katherine to focus through fading tears but there was no mistaking the girl’s
identity. No mistaking her long dark hair and slim figure; her round too-young
face. James’ last fight. Brooke-something. As if sensing Katherine’s stare the
young woman turned towards her. And smiled.