A New Kitten 1

/* This story contains age gap, lesbian and submissive play.

Everyone is of legal age and over the age of 18. */

"Mr. Painter?"

I looked up to see Heather, my new summer intern, standing in front of my desk. They get younger and cuter every damn year.

"Hi, Heather! How was your first day? Have you gotten all your accesses set up? Laptop working okay?"

"Oh, yes sir, everything's all ready to go! That's why I wanted to come see you and find out what my first assignment is going to be."

I glanced at the time on the corner of my screen -- 5:45. Why the hell was she still here?

"Heather, you didn't need to stay so late! Everyone else is probably gone. I'm happy to show you what I'm looking for tomorrow morning."

She looked at me with an almost hurt expression, like there was something she wanted but she didn't know how to ask for it.

Heather was a rising senior in the Information and Library Science program at the local state university. The program was long past being just about books. It was about data, of all shapes and sizes, and it turned out data scientists and database gurus and the like, as well as damn good librarians.

She had great grades and was looking for an IT career, so I had jumped at the chance to bring her in. I had a backlog of things that needed to be done, and I was hoping she could not just update our databases but also create some better processes to keep things current.

I sighed a little. "Okay, I've got some time. Why don't you come around here and I'll show you what I'd like you to work on first."

She walked around my desk and leaned over my shoulder to look at my screen -- and I was suddenly very aware of her perfume, and her sweater-covered breast brushing my arm. Her blonde hair fell against my neck, and I almost jumped.

"I'll send you the link but here's the configuration management database that's supposed to have an entry for every laptop, every server, every IT-related asset in the company. It's waaaaay out of date and most of the entries are incomplete. I'm going to need you to work with the team to get it updated. That will give you some insight into the team, the devices, the database system, the whole thing. We can get into the details in the morning."

She ran a fingernail up my forearm, tracing the tattoo I'd gotten a few years earlier in a last-ditch effort to try to feel relevant. "I've got nowhere to be, Mr. Painter. If you've got some time..."

I scootched my chair away from the temptress. "Heather, as a matter of fact, I'm going home to my wife. Work is over for the day. Go home. 'kay?"

I swear to Dog she pouted. "Okay, Mr. Painter. I'll be here bright and early in the morning."

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Brittany thought the whole thing was as funny as hell. "Awww, did the widdle bwonde intern put a scare into my big, gruff, tough husband? You should have taken her dare and fucked her silly."

I gave her a look. "One -- I'm not going to risk my job by chasing tail in the office. B -- you know I'm not going to fuck around on you. Not without your knowledge, anyway. And Trois -- you'd kill us both and I don't to be responsible for a double homicide."

She looked at me, suddenly serious. "You know, you might be wrong about that last one. I've been thinking lately about all the bouncy fun times we used to have with friends before the kids got old enough to notice... things. With Alyssa mostly staying at her dad's and Geoff off at college, have you thought about maybe playing around again?"

I looked at Britt. She had always been the most beautiful woman in the world to me, and while we might have reached our late 40s, she still had it. Tall, athletic, with wavy black hair that was now streaked with white that she did nothing to hide. Sexy as hell. But she had a point.

"Sweetheart, you know you're enough for me. Too much sometimes. Always have been. But we did have some fun, didn't we? We could put on quite the show. So yeah, I guess I do think about it fairly often, as a fun thing we used to do. But I hadn't thought about branching out again."

"Do think about it, Mike. Seriously. We have great sex together and I love that we're still hot for each other. But it's not too late for us to raise a little more hell."

I smiled and pulled her up off the sofa and dragged her to the bedroom and did my best to fuck her into a coma. And I was mostly successful. But she had planted a seed in my mind that was sprouting and putting down roots. And the conversation that we had about my intern the next morning brought that seedling into full bloom.

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I stopped pushing Heather away after Britt and I talked. I didn't exactly encourage her, but I played along -- sometimes pretending that I was flustered, other times acting like I didn't register her advances. Until Friday.

She was taking advantage of the more relaxed dress code and was wearing painted-on jeans and a loose peasant blouse that clearly showed both her lack of a bra and her obvious state of arousal, along with barbell piercings through each erect nipple. Heather's high-heeled sandals showed off toenails painted a very bright red. It was a good thing Janice from HR was on vacation.

"Heather, do you have plans for tonight?"

"Not really, sir. Did you have something you needed me to do?"

"First of all, why don't you call me "Mike"? And secondly, you've made a lot of progress this week. If you'd like to come by my house after work, maybe we could talk about some additional assignments."

Her eyes got wide, like she'd gotten something she wanted but suddenly wasn't sure she could handle it. "Uh, okay, Mr Pai... Mike!"

"Hand me your phone." She unlocked it and handed it over to me. I plugged my address into her map app. "You can follow me home but in case we get separated, you'll be able to find it. Wheels up in 15?"

"Sure, uh, Mike. This is going to be okay with your wife?"

"You don't need to worry about her."

Fifteen minutes later we were getting off the elevator and heading for the surface lot. I pointed out my Yukon on the second row. She walked past to an older model Honda Fit, that I would have bet money she'd had since high school. I backed out and waited for her to pull in behind me.

I called Brittany while we were on the road, letting her know when we'd be there. "I'll be ready, Mikey. I've been looking forward to this all week!"

Heather pulled into the driveway behind me, and I helped her out of her car and walked her up the steps and through the front door. She almost shrieked when I turned and pulled her into my arms, but then she relaxed and returned my kiss with some heat.

I pulled back long enough to ask, "Do you really want to talk about work assignments, or would you like to see the bedroom?"

She smiled at that. "Bedroom, please." She thought she'd won. And she had, sort of.

I guided her up the stairs and to the back of the house and ushered her into the room ahead of me.

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shriek!!

She tried to back out of the room but I blocked her path long enough for Brittany to take charge.

"Heather. Come in and sit."

She turned and walked stiffly over to the bed and sat down on the edge, looking back at me with eyes so big I'd have sworn she had turned into an anime doll. I moved on into the room and was finally able to see Britt sitting in a wingback chair in the corner, wearing a translucent gown that accentuated more than it covered. Damn, she was hot -- as always.

"Mike tells me that you seem interested in more than just working together. I totally get that -- he's a very handsome man. Sexy too. So why don't we see if you're ready for a real man, instead of those silly college boys. Take your clothes off, kitten."

I could see Heather shiver at the "kitten", and that was the moment I was convinced that this was going to be a very fun night. She untied the lacing on her blouse and pulled it over her head, focusing on Brittany rather than me. I was pleased to see that she made no effort to cover her sweet little breasts.

"Good girl." Another shiver. "Now the rest. Show Michael what you've got to offer."

Heather smiled at Britt, maybe finally understanding what game we were inviting her to play. She faced away from me and slid her tight jeans down to her ankles, leaving her folded in half. Her thong was pulled into her sex, splitting her puffy labia.

"Well, Mike, what do you think?"

"She's a beautiful little thing, isn't she? But do you think she can... perform?"

"Kitten. Take those jeans the rest of the way off and attend to my husband."

I quickly shed my own clothes as Heather slipped her jeans and her heels off. She turned to face me and grinned a little at seeing my growing erection.

Brittany stayed in charge. "Knees, kitten."

Heather dropped like she had been shot and crawled the short distance to where I was standing.

"Arms behind your back. Mouth open."

She complied, and looked up at me with a mixture of nerves and desire. I didn't keep her waiting. I slid my now rock-hard erection into her waiting mouth until I hit the back of her throat. I might not be a porn star, but I've got some size.

She let out a little cough but she didn't pull back, which encouraged me to lace my fingers through her pretty blonde hair and hold her head in place as I slowly used her. She held her mouth open wide, her tongue running along the underside of my cock, saliva running freely down her chin and onto her heaving chest.

I glanced over at my wife, expecting to see her stroking herself. Instead, she was sitting on the edge of the chair -- watching, judging. Every time my cock hit Heather's throat and elicited a gag or a cough, she pursed her lips, disapproving.

After a few minutes, she came over and knelt behind our young friend. I could just make out her whispering in Heather's ear. "Swallow, kitten. Take him deeper. Show him that you're a grown-ass woman, not some silly little coed."

The next time I pushed forward, Brittany held Heather's head and pushed. I could feel her try to swallow, try not to choke, as my wife pushed her inexorably forward until I was deep inside of her as I could get.

Britt held her there for a few moments before letting Heather pull back and gasp for air. But without prompting, she took me all the way again, swallowing me more easily this time. Once more after that, and I was done for -- unloading a week's worth of pent-up jizz down her throat.

I took a couple of steps back until I felt the bed against the back of my legs and sat down hard. Heather grinned at me, her face a mess, spit and cum coating her face and chest. Then she turned back to Brittany. "How did I do, ma'am?"

Britt looked at her approvingly. "You did very well, kitten. Good girl!" Heather hugged herself and looked smug. "Let's get you cleaned up and see what other kind of trouble we can get into."

Britt stood up and reached a hand down to Heather, pulling her up onto her feet. She walked her to the master bath, while I took a moment to recover. "Babe, why don't you get drinks while I take care of our new kitten?"

So much for lounging on the bed. I threw a robe on and went downstairs, putting an ice bucket, a bottle of brut, three glasses and a couple of bottles of water on a tray before heading back to the bedroom. I had time to open the champs and then slip under the covers before the two women emerged from the bathroom.

Heather had gone from a sort of racy innocence to looking absolutely feral. Brittany had performed some makeup magic and had done something with Heather's hair that made it look purposely like she'd just fucked an army and was looking for more. Fierce!

That fierceness was put aside momentarily when she saw the tray of drinks. She dove for one of the water bottles and drank half of it down before turning back to us, grinning and a little embarrassed. "Sorry. Thirsty!"

Brittany slid into the bed, leaning up against the headboard. She patted the mattress between her outstretched legs. "Sex is thirsty work if you do it right, baby girl. Now come over here and sit with me. Would you like my husband to fuck you silly?"

Heather gave her an emphatic "yes, ma'am!" and sat between Britt's thighs, leaning back into the older woman. I knelt in front of them, enjoying the view. My mature, dark-haired wife and our new little blonde fucktoy looked perfect together.

I leaned past Heather to kiss my wife, then kissed Heather. "Are you sure that this is what you want, kitten?"

"Yes, sir! Please!"

I kissed her again and positioned myself and she reached down and guided me into her, her gasps and my groans blending together in a harmony of sex. No surprise that she felt like heaven, and Brittany grinned at me in recognition. She had never begrudged me taking my pleasure with another woman, as long as she was there with us -- often with another man's cock buried inside her. And she was right -- I did miss those days.

I took it slowly, as we had nowhere else to be and sex with Heather felt too good to be hurried. Britt reached up and caressed Heather's breasts, then started slowly and methodically twisting her pierced nipples. The younger woman let out a yip, then started panting as I picked up the pace.

Britt slipped Heather to the side just a little, so she could twist her head around and kiss her. I wasn't sure what Heather's reaction to that was going to be, but she reached an arm around to pull my wife closer so she could kiss her back, hard.

"How does my husband's big cock feel inside your little cunt, kitten? Is it good?"

"Oh, fuck, Miz Painter, he's so big! He feels so good inside me! He -- shit! -- he keeps making me cum, ma'am! He's -- oh gosh! -- he's making me -- fuck! -- cum again!"

Britt moved a hand down to rub Heather's clit. Heather bore down on me and gasped as she came again, squeezing me so hard that I had to stop pumping her for a moment.

I held still, buried inside her, as she pulsed around me, her mouth open in a silent scream. Brittany looked on like a proud parent and held Heather tight as she came down.

"Mike's going to fuck you hard now, kitten. And he's going to cum for you. Think about where you want that hot creamy jizz, baby girl."

Heather nodded, then gasped as I bottomed out in her. I leaned over her and my wife and grabbed the headboard to hold myself up. Brittany reached down and grabbed Heather's legs behind her knees, pulling them back, giving me more room to penetrate her.

"Baby girl, I'm getting close. Where do you want it, sweetheart?"

"Cum on my tits, Mr. Painter! Cum all over me!"

Another half dozen hard strokes later, I pulled out and let go, doing as she asked. Well, I got her tits, and her belly, and her shoulder, I think. Britt might have even gotten a shot on her cheek. I leaned down to kiss Heather. "Good girl, pussy cat!" She shivered and smiled.

I was done for, at least for a while. I'm not as young as I used to be. Neither is Brittany, but that has never seemed to slow her down. She lay there with Heather leaning against her for a bit longer, running a finger through my spend and feeding it to our guest.

"Kitten, I'll bet Mr. Painter would enjoy watching us together. It might even inspire him for another round. Would you like that, baby girl? Would you like to show him how hot it is when two sexy women enjoy each other?"

Heather grinned an altogether adult grin, any pretense that she was some innocent babe long gone. "I think I would enjoy that, ma'am! What would you like me to do?"

"Why don't you put that pretty little mouth to good use, sweetheart? You've been fucking my husband. I think you owe me."

"Yes, ma'am." Heather turned over, and slid down between Brittany's legs, stroking her thighs as she studied the older woman's sex. "You're beautiful down there, ma'am!"

She reached an index finger out and slowly slid it between Britt's labia from bottom to top. My wife shivered and looked intently at Heather. "Have you ever pleasured a woman, kitten?"

"Yes, ma'am. My best friend Madison, a few times."

"Good. Then you know what to do. Let's see what you've learned."

Heather nodded and lowered her head. I knelt next to them, watching as she gently blew warm breath over my wife's sex before taking a long lick, following the path her finger had just taken.

"That's it, sweetheart. Keep doing that a while."

Heather obeyed, licking up and down Britt's engorged lower lips as my wife writhed under her. "So good, honey. You're making me feel so good!"

I could see Heather smile at that but she wisely didn't slow down. After a few more strokes, she concentrated on Britt's clit (always fun to say) and slid a finger inside her.

My beautiful wife was correct, of course, that watching the two of them was enough to get me hard again. She glanced over and saw the state I was in. "Kitten, you feel fantastic, but why don't you slide up here and let me return the favor? I think Mr. Painter is ready to get back in the game."

Heather looked over and saw that I was indeed ready to go. I think she leered a little as she rose up and traded places with Brittany.

I knelt between my wife's legs and leaned down to taste her. I will never tire of the way she tastes when she is aroused, and she was more aroused than she'd been in years. I stroked her with my tongue a few times but she made it clear that she wanted my cock more than my mouth.

I heard muffled groans -- her assault on Heather made it hard for her to do any more than that. But she thrust her glorious ass back at me to take me fully into her. I fucked her slowly, enjoying the familiar feel of her. Familiar, but never boring.

Sometimes, when everything is just right, three people can become one. That was us on that first night together, moving in unison, pleasuring each other in perfect harmony. It was beautiful.

I wasn't surprised that Heather was the first to push over the edge. Her fingers were laced through Britt's hair to pull her down into her pussy as she came. I had been witness to my wife's oral skills early in our marriage -- she was a favorite of the women in our circle of friends, and I thought it was long past time we got reacquainted with some of them.

I picked up my pace, the sounds of our bodies slapping together filling the room. We had been together for a long time, but sex with Brittany was always like a new discovery -- like feeling like I'd never known anything could be so good.

Heather slid around next to us, watching as if in awe. She reached up to stroke Brittany at our join and grinned up at me as I pounded my wife. I was close and I thought Britt might be closer.

Our kitten grabbed Britt's hair and pulled her head up so that she could drive her tongue into her mouth. I felt my wife squeeze around me and start to spasm as she came hard, her screams of ecstasy captured in our young friend's mouth.

Another half a dozen strokes and I joined her, shooting whatever I had left in me into Britt, until she collapsed on the bed, leaving me kneeling with a cock spasming into nowhere. But Heather didn't leave me hanging. She leaned over and captured my cock with her mouth, draining me of everything I hadn't already given her.

We wound up all leaning against the headboard, sipping on champagne, sated and happy. Britt was the first to speak. "Honey, it's not that late but you're welcome to stay here tonight. Either in our bed or in our guest room if you need some private time."

Heather gave her a kiss on the cheek. "Thank you, Brittany. I would, but I've got friends picking me up early tomorrow to go on a hike. Although I'm not sure I can walk after this."

I nodded. "Would you text us when you get home? So we know you made it okay?" Heather nodded. "And kitten, you're going to have to stop the flirting at work. I think I speak for both of us that we'd love for you to join us again sometime. But the work stuff could get us both in trouble."