Saving Kats Life Pt 04

My apologies for taking so long for this fourth installment. I'm deemed an "essential worker", so my time has been limited in getting in front of my laptop. It's been a busy week and a half. I hope you all are doing well and being safe. We will get through this. God Bless you all.

This is my first attempt at writing a story for this site. It's seventy percent factual with about thirty percent artistic license and fiction added. It's turning into a multiple part story so be patient. Names have been changed to protect the people involved. All characters are over 18 years old. Thanks to LaurieLou for the editing help.

You'll need to read the first three parts of this continuing story for it to make any sense with the characters and where the plot is going.

Thank you! And thank you for all the comments.

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I had finished rinsing the dishes and put everything in the dishwasher. I put the leftovers from our dinner in the fridge, grabbed a beer and headed to my recliner. My phone chirped and I looked at the message. It was Charlie and he was replying to my picture text of Angie and Kat and Kat and me. I looked at the phone and smiled at his message.

'DAD, OKAY, SHE'S GORGEOUS. YOU'RE NOT ON DRUGS, OBVIOUSLY. IF YOU'RE HAPPY, I'M HAPPY FOR YOU. -CHARLIE'

I texted him back with a thank you and let him know he was back in my will. Just then, I got a phone call from a number I didn't recognize. It was local but, I assumed it was about my car's almost expired warranty or my credit card.

"Hello," I answered tentatively.

"Allan, you are about the best guy I've ever known," a female voice said.

"Angie?" I asked.

"Yeah, it's me. And you're amazing, you know that?"

"Well, duh," I answered. "You didn't know that already?"

"You have no idea what you did for Kat. She just hung up with me and all she did was cry and tell me about what you gave her."

"Oh, that. It was nothing, really. Kat told me about her studies and the lack of a sewing machine over lunch, so I thought I'd help her out. It's just a sewing machine, Kat," I said.

"It may as well have been the keys to a new Ferrari," Angie sniffled. "You've made her year and mine too."

I smiled into the phone, "Thanks, Angie. Your words and her reaction when I gave it to her, make me happy."

"Allan, I can't wait to come over again. I want to see you and Kat. It hasn't been a full day and I miss you guys," she confessed.

"We miss you too. You can come over and stay anytime, Angie."

"I want to soon. I love my parents but, they're cramping my style," Angie sighed.

"Well, I'm sure they appreciate having you home and seeing you. I wish my boys were home more. Hey, speaking of my boys, you saw my son Andy's picture, right?"

"Yeah, he's ho...uh, cute. Why?"

"Well, I sent a picture of you and Kat to him. I think you'd like him," I said.

"Uh, hello Allan. I'm seeing Owen, remember?"

"Yeah, I'm aware but, you're not like engaged, right?"

"Allan! You're awful... Uh, did he say anything about our picture?"

I could hear the shy, hopeful smile over the phone. "Oh, I haven't heard back from Andy yet. I can text him again and ask what he thinks of your picture," I teased.

"Nooo!! Don't do that! I was just curious, that's all," Angie said but, very unconvincingly.

"Better yet, let me call him and we can conference call. It'll only take a second," I continued to kid her.

"ALLAN, DON'T YOU DARE!" Angie shrieked.

I had to hold the phone away from my ear. "Calm down, Angie. I was only kidding."

"Oh, you jerk," said an exasperated Angie. "I'm going to kick your ass when I see you!"

"Oh, wow! Well, will you call me humiliating names and wear boots while you're doing that?"

"Wait. What? NO!" Angie exclaimed. "God, you're so frustrating!"

I laughed and then asked if I could give her number to Andy, if he wanted it.

"Owen, remember?" Angie chided me.

"Yeah, yeah. So, can I?"

Silence came from Angie's end of the conversation for a few seconds, then I heard a soft, "Yes."

"Thank you, Angie," I told her.

"I'm still going to kick your ass when I see you. Remember that," she warned me.

"You prefer to be called Mistress?"

"Yes...wait, NO!! GOD!!" Angie shouted and ended our phone call. I laughed at being able to get her flustered just as she did with me. I couldn't deny the slight sexual tension between us, but Kat owned my heart and I loved Kat. However, I'd flirt with Angie any day.

I texted Andy with Angie's phone number and asked what he thought of Angie and my Kat. Then I added Angie's number to my contacts. I grabbed my beer and headed upstairs to check on Kat. Kat had the sewing machine set up and things scattered all over the place. Fabric here, drawings there, and patterns on the bed. Kat sat cross-legged on the bed reading the manual for the sewing machine. I gently knocked on the door, so as not to startle Kat.

"Hey babe. How are you doing?" I asked.

"Just learning what this machine can do. And it can do a lot from what I've read so far," she told me.

"It does what you need it to do?"

"Oh yeah and then some. I can embroider as well so I can make shirts like, uh..." Kat looked all around the bed and grabbed a sketch. "Like this!" she exclaimed and held it out to me.

I walked over to the bed and took the sketch from Kat. It was a couple of drawings of t-shirts with sayings on them. One said, "Goth Bitch Princess" and the other was "Sugar, Spice and Everything Diced." It had a skeleton wearing a pink bow on its skull, and it was holding two bloody knives.

"That's really cute!" I told her. "It reminds me of Angie, with the knives."

Kat laughed and told me that I should be glad that she wouldn't tell Angie I said that. I thanked her profusely as Angie kind of scared me.

"You going to keep working on your stuff?" I asked.

"If you don't mind. You're not upset, are you?"

"No, not at all. That's why I got it for you," I told her. "I'll go down and watch a movie."

"Allan, I'll make it up to you later tonight, I promise. I'm just so excited about having my own sewing machine," she gushed.

"Promises, promises." I winked at her and headed downstairs. I sipped my beer and turned on Amazon Prime. I watched the Grand Tour because I loved the boys from their previous show, Top Gear and I'm also a big car guy, so I love their shows.

While watching the show, my phone rang and I saw it was Andy, so I paused the stream and answered the phone. "Hey buddy! What's up?"

"Dad, you're kidding me, right? That girl with you is beautiful!" he proclaimed.

"Oh yeah, don't I know it! So, you think she's pretty huh?" I asked.

"Dad, she's smoking hot!"

"Isn't she? I have no idea why she's with me but, I'm crazy about her."

"Lucky bastard," he told me.

"So, what do you think of Angie?" I asked.

"Angie? The other girl? Well, she's hot too, dad."

"Yeah, I thought you would say that. So, you think she's hot huh?" I probed.

"I just said she was. Why?"

"Well, if I gave you her number, would you call or text her?"

"Dad, I don't know. I'm kind of busy with camp and learning the playbook and all," he told me.

"Oh yeah, a pretty girl and you have no time whatsoever. You're swamped, I'm sure."

"Dad, c'mon...," he pleaded.

"No, you're right. I think she's too pretty for you. Show her picture to your buddies and they'll take her out and you can make out with your playbook. I hope you don't get a paper cut when you kiss."

"Alright dad, I will text her and say hi," he relented.

"Good man. Just so you know, she thinks you're a good-looking guy so, tread easy. I wouldn't want to see her hurt. So, if you guys do click, she's not just a hook up. She's special, Andy."

"I understand, dad."

"Glad to hear that. Well, I'll let you and your playbook alone for the night. Take care of yourself and I love you Andy."

"Love you too dad."

I hung up the call and started the show up again. I could hear a rumbling from upstairs, so I guess Kat got the sewing machine up and running. I smiled, imagining her concentrating on her making her designs into actual clothes.

I smiled hearing her work on her stuff. I honestly couldn't wait to see what she had made. Being a guy in my early 50's, you wouldn't think that I'd care about what she was doing. I did care though. She became so animated and full of energy when she was telling me about her aspirations, and it made me just as excited for her.

I watched the end of the show and shut down everything downstairs. I headed up to our bedroom, went in and prepped for bed.

I headed over to Kat's office and leaned on the door jamb and just watched her go to town on a long piece of fabric. "You're doing okay?" I asked Kat.

She was so engrossed in what she was doing, she didn't even hear me. The only sound in return was the sewing machine going full bore. Her concentration was so intense, she was sticking her tongue out the side of her mouth a tiny bit.

I smiled to myself and pulled out my phone. I snapped a few surreptitious pictures and let her be. I headed back to the bedroom, plugged my phone in and laid down on the bed.

I must have fallen asleep because I felt the mattress depress a little and it woke me. I felt Kat snuggle up beside me, her arm around my chest and her head on my shoulder.

"Uh, what time is it? I asked.

"I'm sorry I didn't mean to wake you. It's 2:30 A.M."

"That's okay. I didn't think you'd stop working tonight. I was a little worried." I pulled her in closer to me.

"My eyes got tired," she said to me.

"Any progress on what you were working on?"

"Yes, actually! I finished a skirt and a blouse, both with lace trim. I'll show them to you tomorrow."

"Hmmm, well you think you could model them for me. Because I had an idea and I was going to talk to you tonight about it. You were concentrating so hard; you didn't even hear me talking to you."

She got a worried look on her face and sat up. "Oh, Allan! I'm so sorry! Are you angry with me?"

I smiled at her. "No, not at all. Although if it keeps up, you may need another spanking," I teased.

"Oh, my ass is still a little sore. I don't think I could do another spanking so soon," she smiled. "Although, I don't mind a little rough treatment, every now and again."

Kat leaned in close to me and whispered, "God, you had me so turned on when you were spanking me. I don't think I ever came harder."

I felt a little conflicted and I must have had a confused look on my face because Kat asked what was wrong.

"I'm a little puzzled. You like it a little rough and got off when I was spanking your ass, but after the abuse you took from Dax, you still like rough, err...sex? I mean, spanking isn't really rough sex to you, is it?"

"Spanking my butt isn't what I mean by rough treatment, Allan. What I mean is, well, say you were to pick me up and throw me on the bed, and be forceful with me. Hold me down, maybe put your hands around my neck while fucking me. Not exactly choking me but controlling me. Does that make sense to you?"

"Kat, if you have a kind of rape fantasy, I don't think I could be the man that could do that." I cleared my throat. "I'd rather die than hurt you."

"And that's why I love you, Allan." She leaned down and kissed me. "No, I don't have a rape fantasy. I'm talking about taking charge of me. Pull my hair, pin my shoulders to the bed, slap my ass a little, be forceful, be in charge."

"Oh, I see," I told her. "You want me to be a dominant lover."

"Sometimes, yes. Sometimes I really want that feeling of being used and controlled. And sometimes, I want that gentle, loving that you showed me when we made love our first time. That was perfect to me. That was magical and it showed me you were the man I thought you were. You cared about me. Your gentle touch was what I needed."

She reached out and put her hand on my cheek. I smiled at her. "If you want me to be rougher with you, I will, but I'm afraid I'd hurt you. I'm not exactly a weakling, you know?"

"And I'm not a China doll that will fracture at the slightest touch. I'm not saying that I don't want the gentleness to stop, I'm not saying I want the macho, he-man all the time. I'm just saying if you want to get a little bit more physical with me sometimes, I'm not going to complain. You'll probably really like the results."

"Wow, this is a deep conversation for three in the morning," I kidded and looked up at her. "Kat, I can do all you ask me to. But if I get out of line, let me know, okay?

"I will baby. I will," she promised. "Now, how about you? What's your thing?"

"My thing?" I asked.

"Yeah, what do you like that I can do to make you feel good?"

"Oh, well, you're doing it right now. You're breathing and in bed with me," I answered.

Kat slapped my shoulder playfully and admonished me for being silly. "Seriously, tell me."

I felt myself turning red and Kat reacted. "You're blushing!" she giggled.

"Yeah, I guess I am. I don't know really. I was married to Anne for 25 years and then I had those two flings. I'm not really all that complicated of a guy, Kat."

"Hmmm, well, let me ask it like this. What did Anne do for you that you enjoyed and that I could do?"

"Kat, I'm not asking you to be Anne..."

Kat straddled my stomach and put her hands on my chest. "And I'm not going to be Anne. I can't replace her, and I'd never want to," she said to me. "I just want to know how I can please you. Do those little things that get your motor running, so to speak. Please, share them with me."

I took a deep breath and exhaled.

"Well... I guess I told you that I enjoyed seeing you smoke a cigarette and that Anne would smoke one for me and give me a blowjob when her time of the month came around. So, that I guess is a turn on for me."

"Just that?" Kat asked innocently.

"Well, let's see. You nailed the schoolgirl, garters and heels without asking so, you know that one," I laughed.

"Duh! What else?" Kat asked.

"Something else I guess I like that Anne and I did was role play, where she was in charge. She'd be the dominant one. She'd tease the hell out of me for hours and keep me on the edge. She liked to talk dirty to me and not allow me to touch her body while she could do whatever she wanted with me. Most of the time, I'd be handcuffed to the headboard."

"Oh shit, that's hot," Kat whispered and started to grind her hips into my crotch. Her hands wormed their way under my t-shirt and her nails scraped on my nipples. I was growing hard. "Tell me more," she said.

"She'd put me inside her and ride me until she came. Sometimes a couple of times. She'd always tell me to let her know when I was getting close to my own orgasm. Then Anne would hop off and let me calm down."

Kat started pinching my nipples and grinding harder on me. She was obviously getting very turned on by hearing what was being done to me.

"What else?" Kat asked breathlessly.

"Anne would tell me that she liked having me be submissive. She'd call me her little bitch. It never made me angry. She was getting into the role and I enjoyed it. Also, sometimes she'd straddle my face and have me eat her out. She'd smother my face and let me lick her and sometimes she'd fuck my face with her pussy." I was starting to breathe heavier and my erection was painfully hard.

Kat was pulling on my nipples and grinding down on my groin, her eyes were closed. I started to buck my hips to push against Kat.

"No! Don't you move. Just lay there!" Kat ordered. I instinctively raised my arms up past my head and interlocked my fingers behind the headboard.

"Sometimes Anne would get dressed up in boots and a corset. She'd have these long gloves on and a black mask like a masquerade mask. Sometimes she'd just be in a T-shirt and panties, like you are now. Either way she was incredibly sexy, and I really didn't care what she was wearing."

Kat was still humping away on my erection. Her head was back, and she was concentrating on the sensations she was generating. "Would you want me to dress up like that for you, baby? You want me to be in charge?" Kat asked, her eyes closed.

I was feeling her grinding against me and I was in awe watching her get herself off on me. "Yes, baby girl. I'd love it if you did that for me."

Kat ground down harder and asked to the ceiling, "Would you be my sex slave?"

I hissed a "Yes," as Kat started to orgasm on me, her nails gripping onto my chest. "Tell me! Say it!" she ordered.

"I want to be your sex slave Kat!" I told her. Kat shuddered. She grunted and moaned as she moved back and forth. "Fuck! Yessss...fuck fuck...coming...ahhhhhggghhhh!" Kat roared through gritted teeth. Damn, she liked this type of play too, I thought to myself.

I was close to coming as well, when she lifted off me and collapsed on my chest, a panting and semi-sweaty mess.

I pulled my arms down and hugged her to me as she recovered, her breathing still ragged. I rubbed her back as she lay sprawled on my chest.

When her breathing slowed enough for her to speak, she looked at me through a tangled mess of black and purple hair. "I'm not done with you, slave," she panted.

"Not done with me?" I asked, a bit startled.

"No. I want your mouth on me. I want to use your face," Kat said as she pushed herself up onto her feet. She stood over me, legs on either side of my torso.

"You're going to get me off again with that mouth of yours and you'd better do a good job of it," she proclaimed. Kat then walked up the bed and positioned herself over my face. I could see the damp patch on her underwear from when she just used me to get herself off.

Kat lifted her t-shirt over her head and dropped it on the floor. She ran her hands over her breasts and stopped to rub her nipples as she gyrated her hips in a small figure eight pattern.

"Mmmm, you know how wet I am for your mouth? I'll bet you can't wait to taste my sweet pussy, can you?" Kat asked hypothetically. "Well, it's waiting for you. You want to kiss my pretty little kitty?"

"Uh-huh," was all I could muster as she pulled her panties to one side and sank to my face.

"Lick me, boy!" she ordered.

I commenced to eating her out like I was having my last meal. She had me so turned on that I didn't want to do anything else than please her. I wanted to be her only source of pleasure in this world.

"Good boy," she said and ground her musky wetness onto my tongue. "Eat me until I allow you to stop."

Her hands were holding the sides of my head as she looked down on me, her eyes just starting to close slowly as her pleasure mounted.

I licked fast, slow, deep. Every movement she made was my signal to keep her pleasure growing. She pressed her lips over my mouth, and I drank in her fluids as they flowed from inside her.

"God, you have a talented tongue. I think I'm going to keep you around to...uhhh...shit...to...uhnnn...fuck," she started to say but her voice caught as a small first wave hit her.

She started to rub her wetness over my face as she held my head in place. I couldn't see anything, but her scent was intoxicating. I knew she wanted me to lay still, but I needed to intensify her pleasure. I reached up and grabbed her breasts and started to knead them as she worked through the first wave of her orgasm.

"God, yes...pinch...them. Pull my nips..," she gasped.

I did as I was ordered. I pulled and pinched Kat's nipples, as I heavily licked her clit. That sent her over the edge, and she started bucking so hard I thought she would break my nose. I had to control this as she started to scream from her orgasm. I let go of her nipples and grabbed her hips and tried to hold them in place while I focused on her clit. I sucked on her clit hood as I held her hips.

Kat's screams stopped and I heard her take a big gulp of air. I felt her hands and nails dig into the sides of my head as I kept sucking on her clit.