Part 3
Tomorrow couldn't come quickly enough for me. I walked to her house with more than a spring in my step. The world seemed ok -- even good -- the hawthorn hedges were alive with the chatter of dunnocks bathing in the spring sunshine. In fact, it felt like summer had come early and for the first time in such a long time I felt complete. I didn't question this elation -- it was the same every time I bedded a conquest -- and it was no different this time. For now I was content to ride the seas of good fortune and see where they cast me.
I raised my hand to the bell but before I could ring it, the green front door sprang open an inch. Kate peered out from behind the crack and upon seeing me darted behind the door. A moment later it opened fully and I stepped inside, puzzled by the sudden coyness. My puzzlement did not last long though as she was dressed in nothing more than the same short mini-skirt that she had worn yesterday and a black cupless bra. Her breasts bobbed and danced as she embraced me, kissing me firmly on the lips before pulling me down into her bosom. I clasped her backside, eager to explore its crevices. Knickerless, I ran my fingers over bare skin searching every nook and cranny, and with each moist probe she moaned audibly.
"I want you to do wicked things to me," she whispered into my ear, "filthy wicked things."
She skipped into the living room like a teenager, turned her head over one shoulder, and smiled in that knowing way. Cheekily she slipped on a black satin blindfold and knelt down.
"Please Sir, don't take advantage of me, Sir" she pleaded. "I definitely wouldn't want you to give me a good fucking Sir."
She then bent over and slid off her skirt revealing the lips of her honeyed cunt. She turned round and knelt down on all fours, arching her back like a cat in heat.
"Please Sir, don't fuck me, the thought of your big hard cock rammed into my cunt is enough to give any girl nightmares."
This behaviour caught me by surprise. When I had met her, she had been mortified that her little dog had barked at me as we passed in the street. Several weeks later our encounters were still no more than a few words about the weather or the freshness of the air, but now, transformed, she was a vixen with no sense of shame. She was eager for me to take her and as if reading my mind she continued, "I want you to fuck me any way you want. A marriage guidance councillor isn't easily shocked."
"Have you been a good little girl," I asked, "or a dirty little slut?"
She paused, momentarily caught off balance with this new turn.
"A little slut Sir, a dirty little whore. Yesterday I sucked someone's cock and I enjoyed it."
"I see", I said, "do you know what happens to little girls who are naughty."
As bright as a sparrow she chimed in, "Yes Sir, I do. They get punished. Wicked, dirty things happen to them. Unimaginable things, humiliating things even."
"Good," I said. "Perhaps you have been punished like this before?"
"No Sir, never. I've been a good girl. I've been pure all my life, ... and recently quite virginal, but lately I've been beset with naughty thoughts the likes I can't contain. Dirty thoughts that need a good fucking Sir."
Taking advantage of the situation, a dark and perverted thought crept across my mind. "Bend over the back of the couch."
She dutifully obeyed, asking "like this Sir?"
"Yes," I said.
"Are you going to close the curtains Sir?"
"No," I said. "Everything you have is on display for anyone to see."
I pondered this idea for a moment. The lane where Kate lived was fairly quiet at this time of day, and the curtains were partly drawn, but there was no doubt that a neighbour or passer-by could inadvertently peak in.
"How does this make you feel?"
"Like a dirty little whore, Sir," she replied meekly.
My fingertips caressed her bottom. It was pale and smooth like her breasts. My fingers glided across the deep crack of her sex and she let out a whimper.
"Oh that's terribly naughty, Sir," she gasped.
I then brought my hand down with a short sharp smack. She yelped, and then shuddered again as I struck her once, twice and then three times, each spank falling on alternate butt cheeks, lingering longingly.
"Oh my," she said, "what a wicked wicked man you are."
I spanked her repeatedly bringing dark red welts to her bottom. Her sex oozed a clear glistening cunt-fluid down her thighs. I played my cock teasingly over the lips of her crack and she moaned again, this time loudly and without abandon.
"Fuck me, please," she whispered.
"Pardon," I teased.
"Fuck me," she said more loudly. "I want it hard."
Roughly I entered her and she gasped with shock or pain or both. I don't know which for I was too carried away in the moment. This wasn't going to be gentle love-making but a pounding fuckery to slake her desire. I plunged long and deep, sinking my full girth and length into her. She gasped again and then again as I stabbed down, bucking against me like a brood mare and I responded by pusing harder and more deeply until brought short by my cock against her cervix.