This story continues a week after Joe fucked Kat's face in the strip club. Apologies for my long absence. I'm back now though and will be returning to the main story, in answer to those of you who have asked. There will be a part 6 of the main story too. In the meantime I hope you like this appetiser.
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In the week since Joe had first taken Kat in the strip club, he had used her body in almost every way imaginable, and it had been just as thrilling as Zoe had promised him.
She had fought him to start with of course. Which in itself was a delicious turn-on. Each time Kat fought, bucking and resisting like a wild colt as he thrust his huge cock inside her, just made him more aroused and more determined to break her spirit.
All the while he would whisper obscenities softly in her ear. "Soon you'll learn to beg for the taste of my cock in your mouth" he would mutter, as she shook her head desperately.
And each time during this rough, wild sex as she finally stopped fighting and yielded her gorgeous body and mind to him and began to beg to be mistreated, was another small victory.
A few days ago when, on her hands and knees, she had called him daddy and begged to be allowed to fuck his cock with her mouth, he thought he had finally made a breakthrough with this teenage temptress.
But Zoe had seen straight through it.
"She thinks if she sucks you off you won't fuck her afterwards," she had purred into Joe's ear as they both watched the 18 year-old slowly run her tongue up his shaft, just as Zoe had trained her to.
"She is still trying to be faithful to her boyfriend," Zoe whispered into his ear, running the tip of her tongue against Joe's lobe. "She's meant to have a date with Dan tonight. But I think her daddy and I need to teach her a lesson about obedience."
So they had, taking her from behind, hard. It was the first time Joe had chained her up, handcuffing her hands to the bar up above her head and strapping a ball gag into her mouth.
He looked at her, standing in front of him wearing only a tiny pair of red satin panties, 7-inch high heels and glossy deep red lipstick. Her panties stretched tight across her pert, creamy arse, her large, firm teenage breasts hanging freely and her glossy brown hair framing her beautiful face and shiny, pouting lips.
Her teenage tits looked spectacular, thrust forward as they were. Her hands were above her head, bound together and chained to the bar high above her head. Around her neck was a thick brown leather collar with a metal ring waiting for one of Joe's leashes to be fitted.
"Didn't I tell you that if you were mine I'd keep you chained up so no-one else could look at you?" he whispered into her ear, easing his cock up and down between her cheeks, watching the red satin pull even tighter across her buttocks, her panties all that stood between him and her wetness.
"Yes daddy" she moaned, feeling his huge oiled thick cock sliding temptingly between her cheeks, hated herself for aching to feel his shaft inside her, for it to claim her.
"And are you mine now?" he whispered, his hands reaching around to fondle and squeeze her gorgeous, large breasts.
"Yes daddy" she whimpered.
"What about...him though?" he asked. "I think Zoe is right. I think we need to teach you and Dan a lesson."
Kat was torn. On the surface she couldn't bear to be this man's plaything, bent to his every whim. But deep down, in parts of her subconscious she dare not think about, she loved being her new daddy's girl.
She found herself getting wet as she walked from her car into the office every day. She looked forward to Zoe dropping off her parcel of clothes for the next day on her desk outside his office each night. Zoe chose everything from her shoes to her panties. Each day the outfits got tighter and shorter, the lingerie got flimsier and filthier and the heels on the shoes got larger and pornier.
She could see the effect she was having on her co-workers. She could feel it. Particularly the men. She enjoyed the burning looks of hatred from the older women in the office and the naked lust on the face of every man she saw, as each tried not to think about what they would like to do to the stocking-clad 18 year-old curvy goddess sashaying past him in the corridor.
Each night, back at home with an increasingly anxious Gemma and a barely-there Tom, Kat would lie awake in her bedroom, fingering herself to shuddering, breathless orgasm, astonished by how she was becoming this older man's carnal plaything. And as she came each night, it was Joe's face she saw, his hands, his tongue, his cock that she was thinking about. Not her boyfriend's.
In truth she had barely seen Dan. He was back from uni and keen to see her but she worked all day and at night was too exhausted from the day's fun and games to even think of going out. Studying to become a lawyer to help "fight for the little guy" as he put it, she loved Dan's lofty ideals and clear sense of right and wrong. She couldn't bear for him to see what she was becoming. He would be horrified.
Stood behind her now, Joe ran his hands eagerly over her pert, tight cheeks, fingering her slowly first through her panties until she involuntarily started to moan, then pulling her moist panties aside and sliding the full length of his shaft inside the tightness of her wet, swollen pussy lips.
Joe loved to fuck Kat in her panties. He loved the illicit thrill of it. It was something Zoe had turned him onto. He loved the feel of the satin rub against his shaft as he bent her over, and slipped deep inside her hot, wet pussy.
Kat gasped as he sank almost all of his 8 inches inside her, and as he began to thrust inside her she was ashamed to hear herself begin to pant like an animal on heat. She felt his length utterly consume her. She was desperately still fighting him but her wetness and her ache was now betraying her. But she couldn't give in so easily.
