I've worked with this prudish, boring, total bitch for several years now. Who hasn't had one of those, right? Katherine. Not Kathy. Not Kat. Katherine. She went to an all-girl Catholic high school. Ivy League college. The only reason I give her the time of day is because she's absolutely smokin' hot! She knows it, too. 5' 5", long, blonde hair, slender face, and curves that a Ferrari would have trouble navigating. 38-24-36. She was always wearing skin-tight tops or low cut sweaters. Or a combination of the two. Short skirts with high heels that showed off those luscious legs no matter what the weather was like would complete the ensemble.
She initially accused me of having an infatuation with her tits, which I did. If you saw them, you would understand. I turned the tables on her and accused her of having an infatuation with my trouser snake, which, at first, she adamantly denied. After a series of sexual escapades that I may or may not have planned, she finally admitted that she truly did crave my cock. I've convinced her that we're going through a "program" to rid us of our infatuation with each other's body parts. I have no intention to stop imagining her tits wrapped around me in some form or fashion. However, the "program" has only reinforced her desire, not lessoned it, just as I intended. If she ever did a Google search, I'd be screwed. There's no fucking program, I'm making it up as I go along.
Friday I convinced her that admitting our infatuations to a stranger was just another step in the program. That led to her getting double teamed by myself and a lucky stranger in a local public park. Today was just another stepping stone in our "recovery".
I was engrossed in a project I was working on when there was a knock on my open door. When I looked up I saw Katherine standing in my doorway with the usual expression on her face, looking like someone had stuck a turd under her nose. Goddamn she looked hot though! A short plaid skirt showed off her toned, tan legs that led down to red stilettos. Her torso was wrapped in a way-too-tight white, button down shirt. The top button was well into her cleavage, and the buttons below it were straining to contain the flesh I so desired. They looked like they were about to surrender the fight at any second. It was quite obvious through the thin material of the shirt that she was wearing a frilly white bra today.
His stare makes it quite obvious he's still infatuated with my breasts.
"Excuse me, Mr. A....Mark. Do you have a moment?"
She caught herself. Nice.
Several weeks ago I told her if she didn't stop calling me Mr. Alan and start using my first name, I'd never make her cum again. It's her natural instinct to refer to someone as Mr. or Mrs. given her proper Catholic upbringing and Ivy league schooling. It amuses me to watch her fight her natural instincts trying to please me.
I wonder if I could get her to call me 'Master'? Nah, that might be too much.
"Sure! Come on in, Katherine, have a seat." She quietly closed the glass door behind her, smoothed her short skirt, and sat down in one of the small, wooden chairs on the other side of my desk. "So, what's up?"
Take a deep breath! Don't sound too anxious!
"Well, after Friday's...session...you mentioned you would look into what the next step in our recovery would be. Did you have a chance to do that this weekend?"
You sound too anxious!
"I mean, I'm sure you're as desperate as I am to rid yourself of this affliction as I am."
Well done!
Listen to her! She can't wait to get fucked again! She's turned into a real slut! I love it!
"I did, actually. When did you want to do it?"
"As soon as possible." Her heart skipped a beat.
Too anxious!
"I mean, I'd like to move the process along as quickly as possible."
I smiled and nodded. "I know
exactly
what you mean."
"So, what is it?"
I felt a crooked smile cross my face. "Well, it's kind of similar to the previous step, but a little more intense."
Her eyes widen for a moment.
More intense?! I orally pleased a complete stranger while Mark anally penetrated me! In a public park! How can it be more intense?!
She gulped. "More...more intense? How so exactly?"
This is delicious!
"Well, last time you had to confess your infatuation to a stranger. This time you have to admit it to a
group
. It can be people you know or strangers, but a group."
"A group?!" she screeched entirely too loudly. She took a breath and looked behind her through the glass wall to see if her outburst had attracted any unwanted attention. She turned back to me. "A group?!"
I nodded. "Of people you know or strangers."
She crossed her arms in defiance. "Well, I'm certainly not going in front of a group of people I know and admitting I have an infatuation with your cock." She gasped in horror. My jaw dropped. "Member! Member! I meant member! I'm so sorry for my language!"
Oh my God! I've become comfortable using that vile word!
I waved my hand at her. "Quite alright. It's good to see you're finally calling it what it is."
Her face went red. "That's
not
what it is! It...it...it's your
member
!"
I chuckled. "Okay, fine, whatever. So, anyway, you say not a group of people you know. What do you suggest? Or, you know, we can call the whole thing off and try to live with our 'infatuations'."
"Stop? No, absolutely not!"
You sound too anxious again!
"I mean, we need to resolve this situation." She paused. "I don't know. What do you suggest?"
I scratched my chin. A thought occurred to me. Oh, that's too perfect! "I'll tell you what. I think I might have the perfect place. Just a few strangers who will be very, uh, receptive to what we have to say. I guarantee you won't see anybody you know there. It'll be dark. How does that sound?"
"That sounds perfect, actually. Where is it?"
I gave her a crooked smile. "Have you ever been to an adult theatre, Katherine?"
"Is that a theatre where they only show 'R' rated movies?"
"Uh, yeah, sure, let's go with that."
"Yes, that sounds acceptable."
I was laughing inside. "I think maybe it would be best to go during the week. Probably fewer people. What do you say? Wanna do it tomorrow after work?"
She nodded her head.
Don't sound too anxious!
"Yes, that would be acceptable," she said flatly. "I'll tell Darren I'm attending a business dinner with clients."
*****
The next day after work she followed me down to the Bijou Theater on the seedier side of town. When she climbed out of her BMW she looked around the parking lot, she was concerned.
"Do you think we'll be okay here? I mean, will we be okay leaving our cars here?"
I chuckled. "It'll be fine. C'mon, let's go in."
She was dressed like a high-dollar escort. Black high heels. A black mini skirt that certainly didn't meet office dress code, but nobody complained. The red satin top she was wearing was two sizes too small and busting at all the right seams and showing plenty of cleavage. Her gumdrop=sized nipples were poking out like two pencil erasers. I looked up at the marquee. Looks like it was TV parody week. "Dick and Mindy", "Big Banging Theory", and "Seinfuck".
"Somebody needs to proofread their marquee titles," Katherine said with disgust. "I'm going to complain to the management once we're inside."
"No no, I wouldn't do that. Times are tough. Maybe they ran out of letters or something."
Katherine gasped when we walked into the darkened theatre. The screen was filled with a clean shaven snatch and fingers with long, red painted nails attacking it. Then, suddenly, a man's face filled the space and his tongue replaced the fingers.
"Oh my God! What is that?!" Heads turned at the loud, female voice. She covered her mouth after realizing her outburst. "Sorry. Sorry. I'm so sorry," she said quietly to the sudden attention.
After a quick scan, I saw less than a dozen heads spread out through the small theater. Their body movement told me several were pleasuring themselves.
I motioned to the empty section at the side of the theater. "C'mon, let's grab some seats."
She slowly sat down on the worn seat with her turd-under-her-nose look on her face. "What
is
that smell? And what kind of movie is this?!"
"Yeah, it's a little musty," I chuckled. "I told you, this is an adult theater. They show 'X' rated movies."
"'X' rated?! Oh my goodness!" she gasped.
"Just relax. What did you think? Did you think you were going to admit your infatuation with cock at a showing of Pinocchio?"
"Mark! Language! Please!"
"Oh good grief." I pointed at the screen. "There's a chick with two cocks in her ass and another in her mouth on the screen. And you're worried about language?"
"Two cocks in her ass?!" She gasped. Oh my God! I said it again! The two heads within earshot turned their heads. "I-I-I mean, two...two...two penis' in her...anus? I didn't know that was even possible! That poor woman!"
I chuckled. "Poor woman? Looks like she's enjoying it to me." Katherine studied the image.
She really does look like she's enjoying herself!
"Let's just sit tight for a sec. Maybe you'll learn something else new."
"Learn something new?! I seriously doubt there's anything...here...I want to learn."
It didn't take long for Katherine to be completely engrossed in the sexual acrobatics happening on the large screen. She didn't know people could bend and perform like that. She was shocked at the sizes she was seeing.
These are professionals, yet Mark is larger than them! And I'm having intercourse with him?! My God!
It wasn't long before I noticed her squirming in her seat.
She jumped when I leaned into her. "You're enjoying this, aren't you?" I whispered in her ear.
"I most certainly am not!"
She jumped again when my hand landed on her thigh just below the hem of her skirt and quickly worked its way up. "Liar. Your thighs are like a furnace."
She made a half hearted attempt to push my hand out from under her skirt. "It...it...it's very warm in here. (gasp) Stop!" she squealed when my hand slipped inside her boy panties.