W. Aurora - Adventurous Kate

“Jus wait,” she said. She played with her clit and stood over Ashley’s tits. Then, without warning, she started pissing on Ashley’s chest.

The warm urine splashed off Ashley’s tits and she felt little droplets hit her chin. “Oh fuck!” she exclaimed, “don’t stop!” She felt the liquid run down her body in streams and cover her tits and belly. The machine fucked her faster and she began cumming, in short explosions that pulsated in her pussy, then spread to the rest of her body like rippling waves.

“Oh my god!” she squeaked and arched her stomach toward The Athletes pussy.

“That’s it you fucking slut. Cum. Get off on my piss. You’re a whore, admit it. You’re a fucking whore,” The Athlete said while gritting her teeth.

“I’m a whore,” Ashley squealed.

When The Athlete finished pissing, Ashley finished cumming. Her pussy dripped onto Ashley’s body and she continued staring at her until Ashley relaxed and opened her eyes.

“Game over,” The Athlete said with a smile and untied her from the bed.

Ashley wiped her face and was unsure if it was piss or sweat. “How did I do?” she asked as she laughed.

“You were great,” The Athlete said, and kissed her on the cheek, “You can use my shower before you leave.”

Ashley was in the shower when The Athlete pushed the curtain open and handed her a pair of panties. “I kind of ruined yours,” she said, “Just take a pair of mine, you’ll look good in them.”

The two of them walked into the living room and caught Kate affectionately petting Number Six on the couch as they watched mindless reality TV. “Are you ready to go,” Ashley asked.

“Yes, I’m exhausted,” Kate said.

“You guys should come over again sometime. Maybe we could play a group game or something,” The Athlete said.

“We’ll give you a call,” Ashley said. They said their goodbyes and left. It had turned dark and they realized they had been there much longer than anticipated.

The ride to Ashley’s car was quiet and full of small talk. “I’m wearing a pair of her panties. Mine got ruined,” Ashley confessed.

“I wondered what you were doing,” Kate said, “It turns out, I’m a dominant. I never knew that about myself.”

“Really? Because it turns out I’m submissive. I never knew that about myself,” Ashley said.

Kate turned to her and shrugged. The two of them laughed and shared stories until they finally got to Ashley’s car. They kissed each other before separating and wondered what epiphany their next adventure may bring.

It had been a busy week for Kate. After an unintentional rendezvous with her boss and Number Six, she just wanted to stay in on Friday and relax with a good movie and popcorn. Ashley had called, twice actually. Once to invite her to a party at a mutual friend’s house which Kate politely declined, and the other time was a drunk dial two hours later in which Ashley claimed to be dancing topless with a large group of party goers. “I’ll text you a picture!” Ashley yelled into the phone when she called the second time, but when Kate received the photo, it was just a blurry mess.

Kate giggled a little as she tried to make out the image. Maybe she made a mistake. Maybe she should have went with Ashley, but she knew she would once again end up having sex with some stranger, either in the laundry room or an upstairs bathroom, and quite frankly, she was worn out.

She tossed the phone aside and went back to watching a young teenage couple run from a psychotic murderer at summer camp. All of their bunkmates had already been murdered, including the girl’s BFF who lost her virginity the first night at camp to the stereotypical jock. They were found the next day floating face down in the lake.

The movie ended with the young couple bravely trapping the killer in a tool shed and setting the building on fire. The brave, handsome young man embraced his girlfriend who sobbed in fear and relief and said softly, “It’s over Amy. It’s finally over.” His eyes glowed from the firelight and below them a sinister smile bloomed across his face which made the audience believe that maybe it wasn’t quite over after all.

Before the movie rolled the final credits, Kate paused the picture on the face of the boyfriend. “I can’t believe it,” she said with a mouthful of popcorn. Kate knew she had seen that face before, but just assumed she had seen him in other movies over the years. But with the screen paused and that sinister smile on his face, she realized she knew the actor much more intimately.

She dug into her purse and removed the business card that John had given her after that wild night at Pink. She dialed the number and listened to it ring a few times before a voice came on the phone over a pulsating beat. “Hello?” John said.

“Hi John. It’s Kate. We met last week at your club.”

“Oh of course. I was hoping you might call.”

“Hey, I have a weird question. Were you ever in a horror movie?”

John laughed excitably before answering, “Yes I was. Camp Carnage Two. I can’t believe you’ve seen it. It went straight to video.”

“How long were you an actor?”

“Only a year or so. I was in a few commercials, then I got the part in the movie because it was directed by a friend of mine in college. I didn’t get many offers after that, so I came to work for my dad at Pink.”

“That’s so funny. I picked it up out of the bargain bin at the video store yesterday. I have to say, you’re kind of cute in it.”

“I was also much younger. Hey what are you doing later? I’m leaving early. Do you want to go have a couple of drinks?”

Kate paused for a moment. She should have seen it coming. Why did she think she could just call and ask a question without being asked out? Then again, the night was still young, and she wouldn’t mind having a drink or two. “Okay. Give me an hour or so to get ready. You’ll pick me up right?”

“Sounds good. I have to go. We’ve had a lot of grabby customers today. It looks like I’m going to have to start kicking some people out.”

Kate gave John her address and quickly jumped in the shower. “I’m not going to have sex. I’m not going to have sex,” she repeated, trying to hypnotize herself into believing she wouldn’t have sex. But the more she repeated the word sex, the more she thought about it. And the more she thought about it, the hornier she got.

Maybe if she used crude language.

“I’m not going to let him fuck me. I’m not going to let him fuck me,” but soon her hands were caressing her breasts and her soapy fingers worked on her vagina and she knew she wouldn’t be able to control herself if he even hinted that he wanted to have sex.

“I’m not going to let him fuck me in the ass,” she said, but even that was questionable.

The doorbell rang an hour and a half later. The two exchanged pleasantries and a hug. Kate decided to wear a pair of jeans that hugged her ass nicely and pulled her hair back into a ponytail. It was cute, but a clear step down from the dress she wore last week and she wondered how John might respond to it.

He answered by giving her a firm pat on the butt as she stepped out the door. Kate knew they were going to fuck later on.

John drove a blue Trans Am that looked like it belonged in a car show, save for the worn out interior that clearly hadn’t been replaced since it was a new car. A pair of fuzzy dice hung from the rear view mirror and Kate batted it with her hand as they pulled out of the drive way. “I haven’t seen these things in years,” she said as the dice swung slowly back and forth.

“You like those? I found them at a yard sale. This was actually my first car when I was a teenager. I sold it before I went to college, but then last year I saw an ad for it in the newspaper. I just had a feeling it was the same car so I went to look at it and I was right. The guy sold it to me for five hundred dollars and I spent another three grand fixing the engine and body, but I’m glad to have it. I had a lot of great times in this car,” John said.