KITTY CATCHES A KINKSTER

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KITTY CATCHES A KINKSTERI have worked on for a few years now. If you are of a sexually relaxed nature, as I am, it is more than fantastic, both for financial reasons, and for fun. After all I do not think any girl who was not at least a bit of a pervert would be prepared to do it. I am more than a bit of a pervert. I am a lot!It would not be lying to say that I have lost count of the amount of men I have had, the amount of women too come to that. My favourite kind of men are usually older, married guys, I do get off on the fact that they get off on me. As you will read in a few of my different stories, my biggest kink in this department is getting friendly with their wives or girlfriend’s. That is, getting friendly without them realising I am doing things with their blokes.A great defence I have here is my own husband, Moses. He knows what I am doing. In fact nine out of ten times he is more than in on it, as a lot of my male clients are bi and Moses freely admits that sexually he prefers men in the main to women.I can see the attraction, they are all (well nearly) more kinky than most women. As a matter of fact most men can not believe how perverted I am, but there you go. I am just the kind of girl who can not say no. Well. unless someone says have you had enough sex. Especially if I have a group of guys waiting in line to fuck me. I’ve stated before I think, and I must emphasise the ‘I think’ I’ve been fucked by eight guys one after the other. Honestly though? I am not sure, it is at least eight.The other kind of guys I like are quite obvious for anyone that reads my profile name. ‘MistressKittySolo’, is quite an obvious statement. It says that I am a mistress. It can be taken two ways, one that I like being treated like someone’s mistress. The woman they are seeing and screwing behind their wife’s (or in some cases, husbands back). The other interpretation of the word is the dominant Mistress, a role I get delighted in playing. I am naturally very dominant. Though I can be submissive too.You may be wondering why I am telling you all of this, unless of course it is obvious. It is because it relates to the story I am about to write. The other thing that relates to this is knowing that I may well get caught out as the slutty escort/prostitute/whore that I am. I have been a few times. Does it worry me? No. Does it turn me on? Fuck yes! Especially when it is my very own perverted neighbour!How did I know he was a pervert? I had seen him, actually SEEN him pinch knickers off my line and wanking into them. Right there, in my back garden. Oblivious to knowing I was watching out the back window.What I was not sure, was whether a certain cam client ‘Scoby72’ and my next door neighbour were one and the same. They certainly were into very similair kinks. I did not want to ask Scoby directly, but as event’s unfolded I decided to have a stab in the dark. My next door neighbour would also by the end of this story be ‘stabbing’ in the dark.Read on………………The one real big advantage of being in my line of work means that you can live quite luxuriously, in a nice big house in the country. The down side of this though is simply that a lot of banks and building society’s are not prepared to offer a ‘sex worker’ a mortgage. Believe me I have tried to change certain mortgage managers minds with my own special powers of persuasion, but trying and doing are two different things. There is only one more thing sexier than me to those guys. Money.So, the other option is of course renting. Bit more expensive in the long run, but the best advantage of this is that if you want to move for reasons such as the lady down the road has found out your fucking her husband (I am and she has not) it does not take long to do.It was seven o’clock on the Tuesday morning just gone when I was in a bit of a rush to work our story happened. Moses had already gone out an hour earlier. To the shop he owns, the shop in which I work in an office. It’s a butchers and yes very kinky things have happened in it, but you will have to read all of my other stories to find out about them! I was still feeling extremely groggy. Not that surprising as I had just found out I was pregnant. Things were taking effect. The most noticeable apart from the stomach cramps and tiredness was needing the toilet what felt like every five minutes. It was that that was making me late, that and türbanlı bitlis escort the fact that I needed to hang the washing out before I went over . It was a lovely day, really hot, the previous one had not been half as nice. Thunderstorms. We had a backlog of wet laundry we needed to get dry. This included some of my more kinky outfits. My maids one, and an obviously fake police womans. Along with this there were several sets of knickers, some crotchless, thongs, tights and black stockings.The line looked like it was advertising Ann Summers. I guess it kind of was. I should really take some pictures of it sometime and put it on my web-site. Let me know if you want to see that by the way!` The washing line with all my work gear on that is.So I hung the washing out, rushed around and left our pretty house in the Romsley area of the West Midlands, to head to work, which is in Shirley (I’ve been reading a lot of Anne Murray books recently, she mentions Birmingham a lot in her romance novels, so I thought I would mention them in my books. I rushed out the front door and saw my next door neighbour (yep the pervy one) just pulling up on his drive as he works nights. To be fair he was not a bad looking guy at all. He reminded me of Robbie Williams, and I would not say no if he asked me to ‘Take That’. Oh, I do like Robbie, especially when he ‘Swings Both Ways’. I could go on with these puns throughout the story but it’s probably best I do not!Anyhow, I said good morning to him, and he looked like a rabbit that was caught in a cars headlights! Maybe it was the sight of me in my short black skirt and white blouse. My boobs after all are bigger than most headlights. Even a four by fours. Plus I do go on all terrain! I am a Discovery. I will actually get to telling you this story in a minute, but there is no use having a story with out humour in it is there?So, after the brief and possibly embarrasing to Nick (my neighbour), not to me, interlude I jumped into my audi tt and drove off. Taking a short cut down Putney Lane, a very, very narrow road I just hoped that no one would be coming the other way. Fortunately they did not, so down towards Great Park I headed. I was still feeling bloody tired though and knowing there was a Greggs cafe at Longbridge decided to make a quick morning pit stop. After all, you could get a sausage bap and a cup of coffee there for just two pounds. Not bad for a caffeined cock sandwich, and I really needed it. The coffee that is, more than the sausage, I get enough of them!As I jumped back in the car I took a bite of my bap, then a swig of my coffee. The damn top was loose, and the top of the latte poured straight on to my white blouse, staining it.”Fuck!” I thought out loud. Damn! I could not go to work like this, I looked a right mess, revving the engine I headed back the way I had come. I was going to get a kinky surprise that could not of come at a worse time!I was going to find out in just a few minutes that naughty Nick the knicker nicker had snuck in my back garden (quite easy as they were connected by a small gate) as soon as I had drove off. Even though he had often got away with the odd thong, or bra this time due to me hanging out all my ‘work ware’ he was in seventh heaven. Not only that but he had decided that it was safe to wank into a pair of my crotchless panties there and then whilst rubbing his face into one of my corsets. As I drove back I took a few more sips from the coffee container, being a lot more careful and swallowed all my sausage (you can think of your own innuendo to insert here!). Parking on my drive and taking the side entrance, as the front one is strangely harder to acess due to the flight of concrete stairs too it, and straight into my garden where Nick stood with his trousers down and cock up, pleasuring my garments.”What the fuck?” I gasped, nearly dropping my coffee cup. I loved kinky and perverted surprises, but I had not expect this to happen just now. Besides which I could feel myself needing a pee again!Nick resumed his rabbit in the headlights stance. A very aroused rabbit, but still a rabbit! Mind you one very noticeable thing was he did nothing to hide his erection, well not straight away, he first put the garment he was holding (a sheer black see through baby doll nightie) on the line and then tried to pull up his türbanlı bitlis escort bayan trousers.My initial shock had started to wain and now instead I started to feel curious about Nick. Well, when I say curious about Nick, more about Scoby72. Were they one and the same? Scoby had often mentioned wanking into my underwear and had made comments that I had thought would of been impossible if he did not know me in real life. For instance asking about my new kittens. It is not something you generally chat about with cam custermors. Mind you there are some very strange chats. Luckily none of them have involved my little balls of furry joy. As it was with Scoby now my dominant streak kicked in, and from out of nowhere so did my horniness.”Your disgusting!” I lied, “I’m going to ring the police!”Nick turned red, his cock had started to shrink at an incredible rate and he looked terrified,”Um, no Kitty, please, I um, I did not mean…..””Shut up Nick!” I demanded, “Come into my kitchen unless you want me to call them!”Nick seemed confused. I think anyone would be really. He had just been caught out and now the seemingly irate woman was telling him to come into the house. “Um, why?” he gulped.”Because if you don’t I will call the police and you will end up on the sex offenders register!” I lied, very convincingly once more.I started walking backwards towards the kitchen door, it was just behind me and slipped the keys from my pocket into the lock and turned it. On the kitchen table sat my laptop. I flicked the power on.”I have a question for you Nick, a couple actually.” , the start up screen came to life, asking for the password, above which was an ‘arty’ picture of me, it looked upside down, but it was actually taken on a bed whilst I had two cocks in my mouth.Nick looked at the picture dumb founded and then asked me what the question was.”Have you seen me anywhere before? Apart from here?” I asked him, at the same time I started undoing the buttons on my coffee stained blouse.”Um, I have seen you in Halesowen a few times.” came the shy reply. Halesowen was the closest town to where we live. By now I had all the buttons undone and Nicks eyes were trying to look everywhere apart from at my heaving chest.”It’s ok Nick, I don’t mind you looking, I mean it is quite obvious you like my underwear isn’t it?” my voice turned to a tease, “Now answer my question properly, have you seen me anywhere else? Not in the real world?” I pointed towards the computer.”The internet?” he asked, pretty hypothetically. “Um, maybe?”I smiled, “You know what you should call me then don’t you?” I removed my bra. The nipples on my breasts were now erect as a combined effort of my horniness and the wet, now cold coffee.””Yes Mistress.” he confirmed. As soon as he respected my name my pussy became damp.”Scoby72?” I enquired.”Yes Mistress.”It was all I needed to hear and pushing up my short skirt over my knickers I ordered him down on his knees and pulled his head towards me,”If you like smelling underwear Scoby, smell these!”His face sunk into my knickers, really deep. I could hear his excited inhaling. Something that sounded like a ‘thank you’ exited his mouth but it might of just been the way his mouth was against my covered pussy. I wanted more.”Strip!” I ordered him.He stood up and started to remove his clothes.”Faster, I know what you want, and now your going to get it!”As he stripped his manhood sprang to attention, I did not need to ask him for his next motion as he lay down full length, head facing up on my kitchen floor. He had told me his fantasy a million times online. It would not be everyone’s cup of tea, but it was his. I removed my knickers and skirt and totally nude crouched down over his mouth and face demanding that he licked my pussy and he did so. It was lovely, the actions of a man who desperately wanted to please his mistress……….”Now my ass!” I told him…..Again, he did as requested, his tongue licking first around my love hole, then flicking backwards to my ass hole, and darting up it. Maybe not the most hygienic of motions, but it felt wonderful. Besides which, I would have a good scrub down there after this was finished, Moses would just have to hang on for a bit. Besides, he was used to me turning up late after I had ‘caught’ some prey. The same thing happened vice versa and as türbanlı escort bitlis long as we both knew each other was ok it was fine.I took the last sip of my coffee and as I felt his tongue reaching in I decided to give him something else I knew he wanted. It was a relief both sexually and just normally as I started to pee all over his face, into his mouth, down his nose, stinging his eyes and all over his neck. His tongue pulled back for a moment, to vocalise both his surprise and pleasure, and avoid choking.”Thank you!” I don’t think anyone had ever thanked me for peeing on them before, thats because I had never actually peed on anyone before. It was a mess on the floor, but my god did it feel good, it was actually making me real horny.I jumped up and leaned across my kitchen table right in front of my computer.”Fuck me!” I demanded, then added, “Fuck me hard!”Nick the knicker nicker was soon on his feet, his nerves gone, and his hands on my hips. I could lie and say that he slipped in easy, he did not, and it occured to me that he was a single bloke, and I had not seen a woman, apart from his mom, ever go in or out of his house. As perverted as he may be, I doubted he had practiced any cock work on his own mom.Some of my clients did have a mother fetish, Nick did not, not that I knew about anyhow, he also knew something about me though as his frame pinned me to the table and he started to fuck. he knew that if I was really horny, I liked it rough.”Are you horny?” he asked, a bit stupidly in my opinion to be honest.”Fuck, yes!” I could of put those two words either way around, I was as horny as hell, he started to fuck, frantically.Not the best technique ever, but the whole spontaneity of what he was doing, made me so wet and moist and the fact that I was wet over my pussy and ass made me decide to let Nick live out a fantasy he had mentioned on cam.”Both holes!” I demanded.Again, he knew what to do, he thrust a few more times in my pussy, before pulling his dick out and sticking it in my ass, again to say it went straight in would of been complete bullshit, but eventually it did, until he returned to my pussy, then my ass, then my pussy.The pain of his fucking me anally was mixed with pleasure that I, for a change was now being his little submissive slut. It was a MASSIVE change, but a lovely one as he pleasured himself in both my holes, as well as groped my large hanging tits. Well, I am sure you would love to as well!As he continued to probe both my holes, his aim became better and better, leaving one entrance and straight into the other. I knew I was going to have to make sure I cleaned really well after this, but I loved it.His frustration was more than apparent as his breath became laboured at one point he told me he loved me, at another he alternatively told me that I was both a fucking filthy whore, and a fucking slut. I took them all as compliments, I mean, he was not lying was he?The only thing that could of made this better would of been Moses to walk in and catch us fucking, but I knew he would be busy at the shop. Maybe next time though! I knew he would have my pussy as soon as he found out what I had been up to, such a bad girl!By now Nick was straining his neck to kiss me, his cock presently in my business hole (that’s my pussy by the way), I strained back, now it would be really kinky if Moses came in. I had never asked Scoby if he was bi, but I know Moses would want to stick his cock in between our mouths.Nick started to tense, I knew I was about to get his spunk in me, which hole it would be in I did not know yet.I was surprised though!He pulled out, moving swiftly backwards, and turned me around. Spunk flew everywhere, all over my face, my tits, everywhere!”Aggggghhhhh!” he groaned.Then he stood there, panting, his face now going red as the testerone fuelled cockiness left his body. It is something that always amazes me after sex, how a bloke can suddenly turn into somebody else. It’s like the difference between the Incredible Hulk and Bruce Banner.Nick seemed to suddenly realise where he was.”Um, sorry………..”I looked at him, and stood up, his spunk dripping down me,”Don’t mention it Nick, now get dressed and go home, otherwise I will tell Moses what happened.” I lied again, I was going to tell Moses anyway, he would not be offended at all, just turned on. Nick did not have to know this though,”Oh, and on your way out……””Yes, Kitty?””Help yourself to a pair of my knickers.”I gave him a cheeky wink, and watched as he went, smiling. He left, and I went and showered, and made sure everything was as clean as possible, before getting some fresh clothes on and returning to the shop.When I got there, I told Moses.Guess what he has just done to me? Love Kitty.

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