(I am going to rewrite the first chapter of The Meadows Sisters because of its low rating. For now, please enjoy the second installment of KT :) )
After the words left my mouth, I was unbuttoning my shirt with trembling hands. Katya's loud whistle brought me back down to reality and my blush deepened.
"Have you had stuff up your ass?" she asked.
"I--I have, but--but--I--I haven't had, um, you know..."
Shut
up
, stutter!
Shut up!
Katya waited patiently.
"My fingers aren't-- aren't very--very long," I admitted.
"Mine are, so do not worry. Why are you taking off your shirt?"
"Oh, I thought you wanted--"
"I do not mind! Such cute pink nipples." She slipped the bottle of lube into her bra like it was a regular old pocket and picked up the dildo in her left hand. Then Katya slid over to me, her knee-high socks like ice skates on the uncarpeted floor. When she closed the distance, she gave me a peck on the cheek. "Can I touch you?" she whispered.
"Please," I whined.
Her fingers were so wet and cold that I gasped. The fingers circled my left nipple and I bit my lip. I didn't have tits like a girl, but I had known for quite a while that I was sensitive there. My cock throbbed obnoxiously in my pants. When she pinched it, I moaned, knees shaking.
"Let us move to the bed," she crooned, her voice low and intimate.
The bed was the highest I've seen so far, with two risers under each leg. Her brown comforter looked like fur and I briefly wondered if it was real.
As soon as I was laying down, Katya was there, too, placing the dildo in a wooden basket of stuffed animals at the foot of her bed. I laughed softly under my breath, and she looked at me and laughed. "It is quite the sight, is it not?" She tapped me on my leg, urging me to move over. Then she laid down next to me, the bed so small that we barely had any space between us. Her dry hand touched my hard-on, tracing upwards to touch my zipper.
I suddenly had the feeling she was waiting for my permission. "Do it," I said, and she yanked down the metal clip and wiggled my jeans down with my boxers. She tugged my shirt off roughly, accidentally taking off one of the buttons which I had forgotten to undo. She put her lips to my nipple and sucked. Face bright red, I moaned like I was a part of a porno. And when I felt her teeth I gasped.
She pulled away. "You sound like I am sucking your dick," she laughed, putting her damp fingers to my other nipple and tweaking it in a way that had my back arch.
"You are just like a girl," she cooed. "So vulnerable here..." She went back to nibbling at my nipple, the pain in my chest making me painfully hard.
"P--please touch my dick," I whined.
She pulled away again. "Call me Mama."
"Wh--what? Ohh
hhhhhh
."
She kept going, switching between sucking, kissing and biting the area by my nipple and directly on it. She covered me in red marks with both my nipple erect and throbbing.
"Mama, t--t--touch my c--cock. Please." She gave my nipple a final kiss before turning her attention to my leaking dick; she tutted, then gave my left ball a harsh squeeze that made me cry out.
She said something in Russian and took out the bottle from her bra. "Turn around. I will touch your dick after if you are a good boy."
I obediently flipped over, rutting my hard dick against the mattress as I panted. I was so turned on I didn't know what else to do, my mind groggy from pleasure. My nipples were so sore.
I heard the bottle unclick and felt her cold hand move my ass cheek over. Katya spit on my asshole, then stuck her finger in.
