#kat!convo

Kat had been attending the school for awhile now, taking classes part time, enjoying the college life - especially after she met Vince. The pair had fucked a few times, but this last one had taken a new turn when his roommate at the frat house joined them. Just thinking about the pair double teaming her was getting her wet. Getting the text from him to come by, she changed into a cute, short dress, opting to leave the panties at home. He’d only be taking them off her anyways. The dress was snug against her body, flaring out at the waist with buttons along the entire front - from top to bottom. She’d mainly picked it, figuring he’d enjoy all the buttons, slowly teasing her with undoing each one - or hastily tugging it open. Knowing the dress might get ruined, she’d stuffed an extra set of clothes in her bag, plus she expected she’d likely be there all night. 

Kat’s next class didn’t begin until late the following day, leaving ample time to enjoy herself. Pausing outside the frat house, she glanced down, unbuttoning the first few buttons to give her extra cleavage to tease him - and his frat brothers. It was certainly an enjoyable part to her, knowing they could look, but not touch - unless she permitted it (or Vince did, knowing she’d be apt to obey the man). Sending a quick text, she let the man know she’d arrived, pushing the door to the frat house open. “What’s going on?” she barely got the words out, spotting most of, maybe even all, the guys standing there, all eyes on her. Kat always did like attention, and the way they looked at her made her shier slightly, nipples hardening against the soft fabric of her bra.

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Kat’s hand brushed against Bread’s arm, leaning in to nuzzle the female’s neck from behind. The blonde was clearly heated already, not that it was unusual, a soft whimper pooling at her lips. A few of Bread’s friends were there, eyes drifting to Kat, clad in nothing more than lacy lingerie, leaving little to the imagination. It didn’t bother her, no, the fact she was wearing something lacy, sexy while the others were clothed, it turned her on more. “I’ve been bragging about you to my friends, so get on your knees and open your mouth so they can try it out for themselves- not all at once, of course.” An ache settled in her body, especially between her legs, “Does Mommy get first dibs?” she nearly purred, lightly tugging her arm, clearly wanting her attention, her touch. Still, Kat slowly slipped in front of her, turning, pressing a kiss to Bread’s lips like it was a need - and it was, in that moment, desperate for a mere taste. In this mindset, she wanted to be good, to hear praise, craving to make her proud. There were times the reverse was true, looking for some form of punishment - or any attention. For now, that part of her was quiet, slowly lowering herself to her knees. Hands moved behind her back, wrists quickly bound by one of them as Kat lifted her gaze to Bread. Lips parted, slowly widening, shifting a little in her stance, eager for the first taste.

It was nothing unusual for Kat to go out, have fun, disregard whatever rules Sean might have in place. She got into her little moods. Sometimes she couldn’t help it, sinking into some mood or another, other times, like tonight, she was simply being a brat. There was a small group of them hanging out, having a good time, and she didn’t feel like calling it a night. Bar hopping for awhile, they ended up at some party until the cops broke it up. It was late, hours after he’d told her to be back. The car pulled up, dropping her off, and she sauntered in wearing a red dress. It was short, hugging her body with a deep v-neck, displaying ample cleavage, nearly spilling out the top. She didn’t bother with panties under it. The garment got her plenty of attention that night, which she fed on, of course. A tipsy smile formed on her lips, “I’m home,” she called out, like it was no big deal. Turning, she kicked off her heels, stepping into the living room, “hey,” she waved to him and his friends, “guess I should’ve stayed out,” the words were half playful, half pouting because she wanted his attention, wanting sex which wasn’t unusual given Kat was always horny though she was even moreso after dancing and grinding with various guys half the night.

Jason’s memories were still rather vivid about that first day with her. It still felt like him finding her was an accident, but it drove him all the more than crazy about her. Especially now that she’d been ignoring him. Of course, he knew that she had things to do besides fuck him, but his dick wasn’t overly glad about it. So now, he’d come to change some things. His entrance was rather direct, but that was to be expected from him when he was alone with her. He didn’t think she’d mind much either. With an eyebrow slowly raising on his face, he stepped closer and closer, steadily approaching her before he stood right in front of her. His right hand lifted slowly and moved toward her shirt, because forcefully grabbing it and ripping it off her body. Her shorts were the next thing to go, requiring a bit more force from him to rip off. “Remind me to go shopping with you this weekend,” he said now mirroring her smirk, his mouth searching for hers in a violent kiss, her panties suffering the same fate the rest of her clothes had. Letting go of her kiss, he threw her body against the wall behind her, running towards her to press her against it, his kiss continuing while he unzipped his pants. “How do you rid me of my self-control?” he asked with a groan, pressing his hardened dick against her entrance, sliding it over her folds before pushing himself inside of her.

He pressed her tighter to him, chest to chest, heat and friction and her sensuous curves. Pleasure arrowed through his blood, shooting straight to his midsection, his body rising with it. He ran his fingers down her spine, nudged the curve of her back. He could practically taste her moan on his tongue.“Oh you’ll, when I’m done with you.” He could barely think straight, his mind hazy, just so absolutely overwhelmed by her yet a warning signal blared at the back of his brain, getting louder with the rising ferociousness. Slow, he’d promised her slow and instead he was bulldozing right over her with his desperate desire, this raw, devastating need. He smelled of Juicy Fruit gum. With a few soft kisses, mere brushes of his lips against hers, he slowly drew away. He wanted nothing more than to fuck her right here, couldn’t get enough of her but he forced himself to stop, breathe, do the right thing. He drew his thumb along her lower lip, watched her eyelids flutter. Satisfaction lit his dark eyes with tiny amber pinpoints of light. He lifted his head to look down at her, his gaze hot and possessive as it drifted over what was his. Deliberately he shifted her again, laying her on the bed, his tongue and teeth gliding over her body, tasting sex, tasting lust, tasting fulfillment of his every fantasy. It was the display of a dominant male, one that slightly shocked him, but he needed to imprint his scent on her, needed her-and everyone else-to know whom she belonged to. @violencemakesmydickhard

The feel of his strong arms pulling her into him caused her breath to get caught in her throat. Tongue brushed across her lower lip, subconsciously, craving him, his touch, his taste, everything. She shivered slightly, fingers teasing her bare spine drawing goosebumps along her flesh. Easily, she moved with him, “I’ll hold you to it,” she breathed the words so softly they were hardly a sound. Her slender fingers slid up his chest, taking in the strong, muscular frame before gliding back down to grasp at his sides, around his back, unable to get enough of him, to feel enough of him. Her light eyes fluttered at the tender kisses, returning each one, her deeper breathing intermingling with his own. “I - I want you so much,” the words spoken as if they were merely intended for her own mind, not a breathy confession. Her eyes never left him, tracing every movement, every expression, every feature, but the thumb across her lips forced those blue hues to shut. It was too tempting. She drew the thick digit between her lips, suckling it, eyes opening simply to watch his response. Her soft tongue slid up to teasingly flick against it before allowing it release from her mouth. With his guidance, she moved back towards the bed, lying on it, moans already escaping as his lips and teeth teased her skin. As deeply as he wanted to show everyone she belonged to him, she was equally desperate for the same, finding herself wanting nobody else. “Mark me, Daddy,” purring the words, hips pressing up subtly against him. “Show everyone I’m yours.” 

“Really?” @hottiesoftheeastcoast

Kat laughed, giving a shrug, “Of course, babe. Even when I’m bad, I’m good... cause you know you love it either way.” She didn’t wait any longer, easing her body onto his lap. Leaning in, she pressed her lips to his ear, “I brought you something,” fingers eased into her purse, pulling out a tiny scrap of lace and putting it in his hand. “I was wearing those under my skirt,” she smirked.