Katie and Max are at it again…

Do to the number of requests I received for another Max and Katie story, I started working on the next chapter in their sordid adventures.  This one picks up exactly where the last one left off – Max just finished off Katie with her nine inch vibrator named Tom.

Here’s a tidbit of the next story, just a teaser, let me know if you think I am heading in the right direction.

Dave watched Katie spread Max’s pussy wide in front of the camera and couldn’t help but slide his hand up the length of himself.  Max’s pussy was hairless, pink, and glistening.  His cock pulsed and twitched as he imagining slowly sliding it into her.    “You like that, don’t you Dave?” Katie said, watching Dave start to slowly rub himself.  “You like Max’s pussy?”Dave nodded on screen, his hand moving up and down while his eyes stayed glued on the two.“You like it when I play with other girls.”  She moved her fingers around Max’s juicy muff, rubbing Max’s little swollen clit and watching as she closed her eyes and enjoyed the pulsations of pleasure.  “You know what I was doing when you called, Dave?”  Katie watched as he shook his head without saying a word, without even blinking.  It was like he was hypnotized, his hand slowly moving up and down his cock, his eyes glued to Max’s spread legs.  

If you read the last story, which I hope you did, you know where Dave come’s into the story.  This one is hotter than I thought it was going to be, took a few extra days to work everything the way I wanted to, but I really wanted to focus on the turn-on in this story.  I really wanted Katie to show Dave what she was becoming, who she really was; and it was fun to throw Max into the mix – she’s such a little minx.

Let me know what you think I will post back once the editing is done and I can put it out there for you all.

There are posts here on the blog for the original story and you can grab it at Amazon here:  Max and Katie Meet Tom

The Hotel

The three of us were sitting at the hotel bar talking.  I don’t even remember how it started.  She was driving up into Canada, we were staying on the island.  All three of us were pretty hammered.  Thomas, my fiance, kept looking down at her cleavage which was impossible not to look down at.  She had perfect tits, I mean, even I couldn’t blame him.  They were big and round, and the bra she had on, had them standing up and bubbling over her blouse.  She even caught me staring at them a couple times, smiled, and threw a glance at my chest.

We were both in our twenties, she was a little younger, but we were both in good shape, and I could tell she wasn’t opposed to the idea of a woman’s face buried between her legs, a woman’s tongue swirling around her clit; especially when there was the possibility of a hard cock somewhere near by.

We were the only three left there at the bar when the bartender swung by, topped us off, and said he would be closing in a few minutes.  My boyfriend looked at me and I could tell he wanted to ask me something.  He had the mischievous grin on his face that he wears when he is trying to tell me that he is perfect drunk; the kind of drunk that is going to fuck me for forty-five minutes with a cock so hard it could cut glass and is going to give me double digit orgasms while he pumps away like a machine.  I looked over at her, finishing her last drink, and noticed a little air of disappointment.  I felt bad that she was alone, that she would be all alone in her big room while I was getting my brains fucked out.

“Come with us,” I heard myself say before I realized it.  “Come back to our room.”

My fiance’s smile widened while she looked at me like she was unsure of what I had just said.  I felt the liquor swirl in my head and reached out to touch her arm.  “Come on, this will be fun.  He’s perfect drunk,”  I said and slipped my arm around his arm, “and he can wear us both out.”  I glanced up at Thomas and winked.  “How about it?”

Her eyes went over my body and then over Thomas’ and she smiled.

Five minutes later, all three of us were barging into our hotel room.  We barely cleared the door before Thomas wrapped his arms around her and pulled her body against his as he kissed her.  It was such a turn on watching her body react.  I slipped my top off and then pulled down her skirt revealing a little g-string.

She stepped out of the fabric while her tongue tangled with Thomas and his big hand squeezed her breast.  I watched them kiss and felt the juices between my own legs.

Brain Scribble

#brainscribbles  We are fresh from the beach and the sand is still sticking to our feet.  I put you in the chair in our bedroom and tell you to stay, like I would a rowdy puppy that I am training.

You grin, that devilish little grin that makes me warm all over.  I step back, far enough way that you can see all of me but can’t reach me.  I want to strip for you, slowly take this little piece of cloth off and watch your eyes devour me; but I want to do it slow, I want to turn you on, watch you get all excited as I slowly unwrap myself – first my breasts, then…  Go ahead and grab the camera, you are probably going to want to remember this.