Kitty wouldn't have paid any attention to the guy if he hadn't been in a late-model Buick. She might have noticed the way he stared at her. But she was accustomed to men staring at her. If it hadn't been for the car he was in, she would have thought he was just checking out the scenery while waiting for his wife, or girlfriend.
The expensive, new car made all the difference. James lived in a pick-up-truck neighborhood, with family cars that had dents and needed washing. The driver was not a native and his interest in Kitty wasn't the usual male eye looking for a shapely female ass to admire.
Kitty watched in her rear-view mirror as he pulled out behind her. She quickly turned off onto another neighborhood street and reduced her speed. In a matter of seconds she saw the Buick, a gleaming white, in her rear-view mirror again.
She stopped at a mini-market for gas. When she pulled out, the Buick was waiting.
She drove home, put her car in the garage and closed the door, then went inside. Five minutes later she opened the garage door and backed out, driving straight to the parking lot beside her husband's office building.
The white Buick was parked in the visitors' section, empty. The bastard! she thought.
Then she thought of James. He'd been right all along.
Even as she rowed through the spacious house she loved, touching or admiring the expensive furniture, the gleaming gadgets, she refused to worry about losing it all. Instead she began making plans to keep it.
Harold hadn't been too excited when she was the aggressor, when she led him by the hand to new sexual delights. Nor had the been overly impressed when she played the pet-puppy role, bowing at his feet, licking his cock like a servant while he talked on the phone.
Well, there were other ways to attract a man – and she wasn't thinking of cooking him a good meal.
She showered and perfumed – everywhere, then spent long extra minutes brushing her hair, painting her eyes. Some men didn't respond to good service, to being treated like a king in his castle. They couldn't handle it.
They preferred to be subjugated.
When it was time for Harold to come home, she turned the lights off in their bedroom, with only a spot over her dressing table illuminating her face and hair.
She put on a sheer gown that hinted grandly of the prizes it covered, but only hinted. Nipples and cunt-hair showed through as dim shadows.
She would be aloof, distant – coldly distant. If he wanted to make charges against her, she would listen, but she would not respond, neither to confirm nor to deny. She would merely listen, turning occasionally in such a way that the light on her face would dive into the cleavage between her tits.
She would not explain, respond, or even look at him. When he came to touch her, she would move just out of his reach. Men had fallen on their knees responding to such cold treatment, begging for just a feel, a touch.
Harold would too.
Her strategy planned, she brushed her hair and waited.
Only Harold didn't come home.
And the next morning Harold still wasn't home. She called his office. The receptionist said he would be late. Kitty asked to talk to Harold's secretary.
"I'm sorry," the receptionist replied, as if she enjoyed saying it. "Miss Bennit called in late too." Kitty slammed down the receiver. "That son-of-a-bitch!"
Experimenting with physical pleasures was one thing. Walking into the web of a cunt-scented secretary was something else!
He'd be in seventh heaven for a while. Sarah would lavish him with attention, listen to his sad story, sympathize with him, nurse him with her pussy. But that wouldn't last.
An overly ambitious secretary with a frigid ass couldn't hide her true nature long.
Poor Harold! My God, how he would learn! In the meantime, she decided to learn a few things herself, pleasant things, fun things, exciting things.
She closed up the house and drove to Flagstaff. "I've been expecting you." Clyde smiled, leading her into a well-furnished living room where he sprawled into a chair, still in his lounging pajamas. "Don't you want to get into something more comfortable?"
"I didn't bring anything else."
Clyde smiled. "That's what I mean, something more comfortable."
As Kitty peeled down, she began toning him about Harold and Sarah.
"You did the right thing," he said. "He's jealous and his ego is bruised. He's finding some solace with something new, but the newness will wear off soon. He'll be back."
Kitty noticed a bulge begin in the crotch of his pajamas as he stared at her tits, and then down between her legs. She felt completely at ease sitting nude before him, totally aware of the desire in his eyes, the swelling between his legs.
"You're hard to believe," she said. "I guess I would have had to come to you again, somewhere, some time, just to make sure you're real."
He walked to her chair, standing beside her, the bulge in his nylon pajamas inches from her face. "It's real. Touch it and see for yourself."
She reached through his fly and touched raw cockmeat, then opened the fly and let his prick flop out, bending hungry lips to kiss it.
Her mouth watered as she stared at his cock. She couldn't go on. It just sat there, slightly firm, luring her eyes, her mouth, her hot tongue. Words weren't enough to express the excitement she fell.
She licked the cock's entire length, then held the cock-head toward her, looking at the single eye lying half-asleep. She kissed it, licked it – then took the entire cock-head in her mouth and sucked slowly.
Clyde dropped his pants as the enormous cock leaped forward for more.
"Patience, my dear," he said. "We have plenty of time."
"I know, but…" she took another mouthful, "…it's so good, so wonderful! I can't keep my mouth away from it."
He reached between her legs and found her moist pussy.
"It's not just your mouth that wants it." He smiled. "I'm sorry I don't have two of them."
She wanted to talk. Clyde was so easy to talk to, so patient and understanding. But she couldn't take her mouth from his marvelous prick.
"Come, my dear," he said, taking her hand, kissing a nipple as she stood beside him. "It's time for you to meet my special gadget."
"I didn't come to play with toys, Clyde."
He laughed. "You'll like this one. I made it myself."
It hung from the ceiling, over his massive water bed, consisting of a mass of heavy gauged nylon webbing, dangling from a metal rod of high-grade steel.
"What the hell is it?" Kitty asked, totally confused.
Clyde took a small box that looked like the remote-control unit Kitty used on her television set. He touched one button and the metal rod extended slowly down. The webbing fell to the sheet and spread out evenly.
"Lie down my dear," Clyde said.
"On that stuff?"
"I'll show you, just lie down."
He put each of her legs through flat, wide pieces of webbing, then smoothed a cradle of canvas under her back, and snapped a fur-covered strap around her neck.
"That's to hold your head up, my dear," he said. "Even if you fail asleep, your head will be cradled as safely as if you were in your mother's arms."
"I don't get it," Kitty said, feeling comfortable but trapped in the maze of webbing.
"You will get it, my dear!" Clyde smiled. "You'll get it like you've never had it before."
He punched a button on the remote-control box and Kitty felt herself being gradually lifted from the bed. She screamed, her body trapped in the maze of webbing.
"Patience, my dear. Patience."
Clyde positioned himself on the bed under her, then pushed another button. Kitty's body gradually descended. He pushed another button and her legs were slowly spread and lifted. She felt herself once again being lowered, right into Clyde's waiting face.
Her exposed cunt stopped at the tip of his tongue, which quickly went to work.
Kitty screamed gleefully. "I feel like I'm floating into a tongue!"
"You are my dear," Clyde said, lowering her more until his face was covered with moist, hairy pussy.
Kitty had never experienced such foreplay. She felt delightfully free, yet she was completely encased in the webbing, able to move only her thighs, which she pound back and forth across Clyde's face and darting tongue.
"I feel like a bird!" she squealed. "A bird getting it in flight!"
Clyde was too busy to reply. She didn't want him to reply. She wanted him to keep doing just what he was doing.
"Don't stop!" she screamed as she began climbing toward climax. "Don't stop!"
Clyde pushed the button again and she felt herself rising, beyond the reach of his tongue. "Don't Clyde! Don't stop!"
Suddenly she was descending again, stopping this time when her wet cunt touched the head of his erect cock. Kitty closed her eyes and waited for the thrill of her life.
He let her descend an inch at a time, slowly, steadily, his hard cock working as his tongue had worked, only harder and bigger.
"Easy, easy," Kitty cautioned. "No! Don't stop! For God's sake, don't stop! I want that hard cock right where it is, deeper even!"
Clyde punched another button and her body began rotating in the webbing, like a cork on rough sea. She went up and down on Clyde's erect cock, then around, then back and forth.
Kitty strained in the webbing, her eyes closed, her teeth clenched.
"Let the gadget do it," Clyde said, relaxing as her wet pussy moved up and down, then around in gentle circles, causing his cock to grow harder and more full.
"It's too good to just relax with," Kitty said. "I want to help it along. I want to…"
Clyde punched another button and Kitty's pussy began descending, then moving up and down rapidly.
"I-I can't breathe it's so good!" Kitty screamed. She gasped as she came, then held her breath and felt herself starting to come again. She relaxed and concentrated on feeling the sensuous pleasure, letting the gadget do all the work, moving her body up and down Clyde's long cock-pole, bending her legs into her belly, spreading them, twirling than around.
She was coming for a third time when the machine dropped her body as far down as it would go, cramming her cunt with long hard cock.
It was so sudden even Clyde gasped with surprise – and sheer joy.
"You've got it, my dear!" he said, panting in spite of his total sense of relaxation. "You've got all of it!"
Kitty was too full of sheer pleasure to reply with more than a satisfied sigh as her orgasm continued taking her higher and higher into realms of physical pleasure she never knew existed.
She felt faint. Her body stiffened, then went completely limp.
"Shall I raise?"
"No!" she replied instantly. "No! No! No!"
She felt his total cock inside her pussy, filling her beyond belief, stretching the nerve to the point of explosion. She felt the head of his cock bumping inside her, the absolute end of the line. The cock-head began to throb, then swell.
He came with a sudden outpouring of warm fluid that Kitty could feel washing against the walls of her cunt.
It was too much. It was more than any woman could stand at one time.
"It's too, too wonderful!" She smiled, falling into a dead faint, delightfully and totally exhausted.