[FFM] Kathy Proves Her Love

Previously we met [Kathy the Whore](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/ffpsr7/mf_kathy_the_whore/).

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Things with Carl were approaching love. Not that I really knew what that felt like, love was maybe the only thing I had less experience with before this relationship than sex, but it seemed like that was the direction this was going. Crazy to say, sex was definitely the catalyst.

Though I was trying to figure out love, I could say for certain I was loving the dominant side he unleashed upon me. He’d always seemed hungry to eat, well, me, down below, but now seemed to have a want to consume all of me. It was more than sex though it was always based in sex – if that makes any sense.

Like the day he masturbated into his hand, then ordered me to lick it clean.

It was so disgusting, I’m sure he felt that too. And even if I got passed that fact, it was humiliating. If anyone ever knew I did that how would they look at me? But by the same token, if they knew he’s asked for that wouldn’t they judge him a monster? Yet here he was asking, trusting me enough keep it between us. This was a crazy ride we were on together, he was driving, I was happily trusting where he’d take us, and he was trusting I’d never let the outside world in on the special thing we shared.

And God the look in his eyes when I licked his love off his palm.

And that look didn’t fade when we were out for coffee later that night.

Or when I looked in his eyes as I held tight onto his nice meaty arms as he was making love to me more conventionally later that night.

These days were nice days.

*

Tonight was gonna be the last time I’d see him for almost the next month. Semester was over, at least for him. I still had an exam next week but today was his last, then he was heading home tomorrow for the Christmas break. I would miss him, but I firmly believed absence would just make him hungrier for me when he returned in the new year. But I wanted to send him off with a bang.

So I put on the sexiest little black skirt I own, and the cutest little red top (that I know showcases my boobs). I wanted to show off my body for all the public to see – advertise this prize that only he gets to enjoy. Maybe I could make one or two of them lust in my direction and get his blood boiling a little bit.

Anyways, I made myself up as sexy as I could be, and I got down to the restaurant in our Student Life Center and got us a table.

I ordered a big ol’ Sex on the Beach and sipped on it, day dreaming about whether one day, he’d force me to have some sex on the beach…

*

Just as I start to really let go of the day, to truly relax, I spot Carl.

I start to smile then notice a strange girl is walking with him… and she sits down in the seat that was reserved for him!

*What?!?!*

I look her in the eyes but I don’t recognize her. I look him in the eyes and he’s not confused.

*I think he brought her? Seriously? WTF?*

I try to ask him, “Who the hell is this?”

She cuts me off immediately in a rough tone that doesn’t seem to fit her little pixie-like body, “Do not address him, speak to me **only**.”

I turn slowly and look her in the eyes, I address my question to her as instructed, and trying to match her tone I start to say, “Okay who in the hell do you think you are?”.

But the bitch cuts me off again.

Only this time she leans across the table and puts her finger to my lips!

*Oh God, that was Carl’s move.*

It stops my questioning all right. I’m sure the confusion is written all over my face.

*Who is she? Why did she just do that?*

She takes her finger from my mouth, but it’s already had its effect. I’m not going to be saying another word.

She leans back and seems to glow in her chair.

I’m sure she knows the impact she’s had on me by doing that, and she seems to be loving it.

I watch her smirk form devilish words, “Now finish your drink and take us back to your room whore. I’ve got plans for the both of you…”.

*What plans?*

Then she throws another dagger into my soul by stealing his words now in addition to his actions. She tells me, “Nod if you understand?”

Whenever Carl says that, I almost can’t nod fast enough. It makes the wetness start flowing below, but below me now is dry. I quiver in my skin. There is fear but it’s not the good fear. It’s the fear this girl has come to replace me. To take away my Carl.

But then I take a deep breath. My mind races a mile a minute before it hits on maybe the answer…

*Maybe this is what he wants. Maybe this is my next test?*

I’ve never been with another girl before, but I’d hardly been with a guy before Carl too. What Carl and I had was more than sex. If he wanted this, I could do this. He hasn’t stopped her yet. He wouldn’t bring my replacement to meet me.

*She must be my test.*

Finally, I will the word “okay” to escape from my mouth.

I nod in submission. Not even sure who I’m submitting too, but in realizing that is in face what I am doing, I do finally feel the dampness start to gather down below.

The stranger girl’s face seems to explode with joy.

If we are going to do this, if I am going to do this, I’m going to meet it head on. I race to finish my drink and get up.

I look to Carl finally. Daring to avert my gaze from the stranger. I look him in the eyes, I pray this is what he really wants. And more, I pray he’s mine and not *her’s*.

Then all at once there it is, the pixie girl proclaims, as if reading my mind, “Oh don’t worry whore, he didn’t plan this, I just sort of showed up… he can be yours and yours only

again tomorrow, if that’s what you really want.”
Those words free me from my worst fear, they answer the one question I need an answer to in order to let go and just go where-ever Carl wants me.

I still don’t know who in tarnation this spritely girl with the big voice is, and if Carl didn’t invite her why she decided to show up, but it sort of doesn’t matter. I’m all in for Carl.

The girl stands, claps her hands and says, “Alright, to your whore’s den… this has been more than enough foreplay, don’t you agree?”

*

I walk ahead of them and feel her eyes on my butt the whole time. I learned to sense Carl’s hunger, though it was constant so I guess that wasn’t hard. But I feel the same hunger from her. It makes it hard to walk knowing they are staring at me, sort of like how it’s weird to breath when you’re thinking about it.

I fiddle with the lock on the door, not completely sure I want us all to disappear inside.
But once we do, it begins, she orders, “Clothes off. **NOW**. Both of you.”

I do as I’m told, as I’ve been conditioned to.

*But Carl, he follows her orders too…*

The girl points to me, then to my desk chair and barks, “Sit, whore.”

*Every time she calls me whore I hear Carl’s voice overlaid on hers. I get that feeling in my heart. I’m his whore. I’m her whore by extension now I guess.*

I sit.

The strange girl reaches to her jeans, but instead of a belt she has a long, thick piece of cloth tied where the buckle would be in a large bow.

She stares me down as she undoes the bow and pulls her makeshift belt off. She holds it up between us, as if presenting it, then snaps it in her hands.

She bites her lip, and for the first time, I find her kind of sexy.

*My God, am I really about to make love to another woman?*

She strolls toward me holding the “belt” in one hand, then she gently caresses my cheek with the back of the other. My heart skips a beat.

Her skin feels like fire on my cheek.

Just as I start to enjoy her caress, she pulls her hand away, then slaps me across the face with it in a burst of unexpected violence.

It’s the first time I’ve ever been slapped.

*God it stings. But God I feel alive.*

She laughs. 

I want more. Or more, I don’t want her to think she’s gotten the better of me right out of the gate. But yes, part of me does want more.

I force my face back up to look her in the eyes.

I dare a smile to let her know she hasn’t won. I close my eyes and lean my head back awaiting her second blow.

As if it had a mind of my own, I suddenly realize my hand has found its way to my lower lips and I’m stroking myself. It’s like my pain and the pleasure are cross-wired. And my body wants more of both.

She slaps me again. I can’t help but moan as I return my face to its upright position in the hopes of more.

She raises her hand again, I can’t see it, but I know she does. My cheek moves to meet the blow but it doesn’t come.

She laughs, “Whore, get your hands out of your hungry little cunt and put them behind the chair.”

I open my eyes. I nod, trying as usual not to be anxious. I put my hands behind the chair, and spin it around to present them for what I know she wants to do.

*

When she has me bound to the chair she spins me around, so I can watch her strip.

I never break eye contact, I don’t even dare a look at her breasts or bush.

She speaks slowly as she reaches down between my legs, “So whore, now is your one choice. You may speak, tell me…”

She wiggles a finger between my lower lips before thrusting it up inside me and feeling the depths of my wetness for the first time.

“So, your pussy?”

*And I am so aware of it, and of her finger inside it. So thin and nimble and my god talented.*

And her other hand disappears between her own legs. She fingers us both in harmony. I swear I can hear her moans and align mine with her’s. Every plung we exhale, every pull we inhale…

Until she pulls her finger completely from her depths… and rubs the tip of it on my lips. She circles them, I taste her juices, my nose fills with her scent.

“Or my pussy?”

God she tastes so much different than I do, and I’ve now tasted myself so often, on Carl’s fingers, on Carl’s penis, on my own fingers when he orders me to, sometimes on my own fingers when I’m alone and thinking of him…

She slaps me again.

I moan.

I quiver around her finger. The pain surging through my body makes me quiver harder around her finger.

“Your pussy or my pussy? Pick one you whore.”

She slaps me again.

It hurts so good.

She slaps me again.

It all feels so good. I know I’m gushing down below. I know she knows I love it. I don’t care.

Now she just slaps me back and forth.

More fingers penetrate me. I don’t know how many. I don’t care – my vagina is hungry now for what she’ll give me. I’ll take anything she gives me.

She feels so good inside me.

I explode around her fingers as they stab my inner button. As they penetrate me and pound on my inner pleasure. She milks the cum from my, she, she fucks the fluid from my pussy and I let it brust and gush and squirt around her fingers.

I moan. I probably scream.

*Oh my God she’s amazing.*

As I finally come down from my high she removes her fingers from me. Sometime after her assault across my face had ended but I’d been too busy to notice. But I notice now, and I notice she sucks on the finger that had been deep inside me.

*She tastes me. I need to taste her.*

I finally answer, “Your pussy.”

She smiles and she drops to her knees.

I feel her tongue dance gently on my inner thigh, if tickles…

*But this is the opposite of what I asked f…*

And her tongue darts right up inside me, where her fingers had been and my fucking lord this feels even better!

She assaults my, she eats my, she… she eats me like only Carl has but with such a knowledge, she knows my every inch and exactly where to lick, where to nibble.

She eats me and it’s so good but maybe I, I am the hungry one. I lick my lips, I taste the bit of her she left on my lips when she asked the question. I remember my answer. I am the hungry one now even if it’ll take her expert mouth from me…

Through my moans I let her know what I need, “Yooooooour pusssssssy.”

She just pushes her tongue deeper inside me, and starts to make love to me with it. Forcing myself it as far in as she can before flicking it out and repeating. Panting and grunting as she brings me close to the brink again.

But I need her.

I moan again and my desires escape me, raw, I beg for it at the top of my lungs, “Your pussy, I said your pussy, I want to eat your pussy now. Please.”

But she keeps up her attack as I beg, as another orgasm washes over me.

Finally her mouth eases on me and whispers with a laugh, “Oh you stupid whore, it’s my pussy you decided on alright, but what you were deciding was where your boyfriend over there’s cock was going to go.”

And I’m suddenly aware of Carl again.

I look over and he’s still by the door. That familiar look of lust he gets when he watches me pleasure myself at his command, it’s all over his face. His manhood is stiff and he’s stroking it watching me… watching, us.

*But what did she just say…*

She orders him now, “Get behind me and put that cock in my pussy like I know you’ve wanted to since that night in MY dorm room.”

*Her dorm room? He has been with her before… without me… but he didn’t make love to her then but he’s going to now?”

She screams at him now, “Fuck me now, and fuck me hard. Do it.”

And I watch him do as he’s told.

He walks around behind her, he drops to his knees.

She drops to all fours before me. And before he’s even inside her her tongue is back inside me.

*This is my next test. He’s the driver, I just enjoy the ride.*

My eyes roll back in my head as she sucks on my clit now. Oh my god no wonder he wants her, she’s pure pleasure. Well that and pain.

She bites my button as if on cue, before resuming her suckle.

I sense what’s to come though somehow. Maybe I feel it in the mouth that invades me, but I know his penis is about to invade her for the first time. As I apparently had chosen, and the sadist in me aches to see it.

I half want it, but I half wish he’d keep his penis just for me.

But the choice really isn’t mine, it’s his, he’ll take what he wants and when he does is when I’m happiest, long as I end up with him afterward.

She moans differently into my vagina and I know he’s now entering her.

He looks at me with his devilish eyes and speaks for the first time, “You asked for this.” And I know he’s now full into this other woman as she screams into my depths and amplifies my own noises of lust. I wonder how much more my body can take. My lips are parched but there seems no end in sight…

Carl grabs her hips and thrusts violently into her. I feel every thrust run through her and hit me through her mouth. He manages to hit both our vaginas with every movement. He makes love to us both, dirty primal love.

I watch the lust in his face now and all I want him to do is pound her harder. All I want her to do is lick harder and fuller and faster and my god I never would have wanted this before and now I want this almost to never end.

She barks something I can’t quite hear and suddenly Carl lurches over her, reaches down and grabs my ankles and lifts my feet off the floor, putting my knees up on the pixie’s shoulders. Before he leans back and resumes his assault on her hole.

Her tongue now slides up and down my length. My full length. Just fluttering over my lips and button and my opening – up and down and up and down again. Just fluttering before she flutters a little lower.

I see Carl’s eyes dart downward, just as her tongue does the same.

He watches as her tongue zeros in on my last virgin territory. No one, not Carl, not anyone has tasted but backside till… till now.

And god her tongue feels just as good as it closes in. I pant as it draws closer.

So soft and so wet and my good I squirm.

Carl’s eyes are hungry for this.

The girl’s groans make it evident she’s hungry for it too, and she’s literally lapping it up now. Her tongue pushing at my tight rim, then pushing just inside. Then licking it in circles and forcing her tongue up inside.

I hear Carl moan. I watch him thrust. He fucks my ass now through this stranger’s pussy and my word it’s so hot.

Waves of the strangest orgasms flow through me as she quivers before me, likely cumming herself around my boyfriend’s manhood.

I hear the subtle change in his noises that I know signals his explosion is eminent.

And it’s as if the girl between my legs reads my mind again and knows. Because at that exact second she withdraws from me, arches back so she’s on her knees and hops toward me, releasing his penis.

She puts a hand on each side of my face and pulls my lips toward hers. She kisses me, hard, mashing her lips against mine and letting her tongue dart between them and brush up against mine.

I taste my familiar juices on her lips, and the musk of what must be my backside on her tongue.

God it’s the craziest kiss. And she ends it way too soon.

She says, “Now watch his eyes as I suck his soul of out his dick you whore, I’ll show you how a man like him deserves it.”

And she slaps me one last time, but this time playfully across the cheek. My fun seems to be over, and it’s as if this last act is to reinforce that. But as with the rest, deep down I’m happy for all the directions this has taken, my body is thoroughly spent and could accept nothing more now anyhow.

I watch and she spins to address Carl. I see his erection obscured by the back of her head before I watch her wrap hands around his hips then thrust forward, no doubt taking what had been inside her vagina now into her mouth.

She bobs her head on his penis and I do as I’m told, I stare into his eyes as I know he is going to cum soon.

His graze meets mine.

He has that looks of satisfied happiness, the one he gets whenever I pass one of his tests. And I feel like I have.

My body aches from the lust he set upon it in the form of this woman. And god was she good.

And as he empties his seed in her mouth, as he now is the one to gush, I can’t help but mouth what I’d been think so long, “I love you.”

And that seems to set off an extra explosion inside him. He gets the world’s largest shit eating grin on his face.

And he grabs the girls’s head now, his hands, his fingers tangle in her hair as he’s done so many times with me. He takes control for the first time.

He starts to roughly fuck her mouth now. To cum deep into her throat. Never looking down at her, looking at me the entire time. Using her mouth to unload but his mind and soul are with me.

And I know he’s mine.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/fm8wpt/ffm_kathy_proves_her_love