Chapter 4: Kathy Comes For A Visit

Guy slept late the next morning, as he always does on weekends. Before rising, he felt horny, so he started pounding her mouth. His cock grew hard almost instantly from being forced up and down Fuschia's throat. His orgasm built quickly, and he was soon flooding her esophagus with his hot seed as her body began bucking under him.

Thus satisfied, he climbed off her as she gasped for breath.

Without removing the ring from her mouth, he led her over to his slave machine and shackled her into it once again. With her face framed in what looked like a toilet bowl, he peed into her mouth whilst standing above her. The ring in her mouth held her mouth conveniently open for him.

Then he went downstairs to get some breakfast and play his new game a little more.

By afternoon, he was hungry again, so he made himself some lunch, then went back upstairs.

That night, he stood over her and gave her a drink then removed her from the machine and brought her into the shower with him.

"Wash me," he commanded her.

"Yes sir," she answered, and dutifully washed his body, and scrubbed his hair.

He then did the same for her, and instructed her to rinse her mouth out thoroughly with mouthwash.

Thus cleansed, he brought he back into her bedroom whereupon he strapped her down to his bed with her legs in a "V" against the headboard and her arms up over her head shackled and tied to the footboard with rope. But instead of mounting her, he squatted over her face.

"Fuschia," he said. "My bum is clean, but I want you to clean it again for me."

"Master!" she squeaked.

He merely sat on her face. "Lick my bum hole clean, slave."

He sat there for a moment, waiting ... waiting. Then he felt it. He felt her first tentative lick. "Oh yes!" he said. "That's good! Keep doing that!"

He sat on her face for nearly a minute while she licked his asshole, even pushing her tongue up into it gently a few times.

When her face started to turn blue, he fell off her as she let out a long gasp. After letting Fuschia catch her breath, he placed a fresh clean ring into her mouth, climbed into bed, mounted her, and slid his member into her mouth.

He rested his head on her muff and squirted a trickle of piss into Fuschia's mouth when his mobile phone rang.

Without moving off Fuschia, he reached over to his bed table and picked up the phone. "Hello?"

"Hi Guy!" said a high-pitched voice on the other end.

"Hi Cathy!"

"How are you doing?"

"I'm doing just fine, Cathy! You?"

"I miss you, Guy!"

"Awww! It's been, what? A year since our little fling? I miss you too, Cathy!"

"Really? Can I see you again?"

"I'd love to see you again, Cathy!" Guy said in a teary voice, then added in a stern voice, "Ronnie hasn't beaten you again, has he?"

"No, my marriage is getting better! Really! Everything's getting better! Dr. Mangler helped me find a job at a hospital that's sending me to school to get my RN."

"That's great, Cathy! So you're still screwing Paul on the side, then?"

"Yeah, but Annie's still first in his life, and Ronnie's been in Atlanta on railroad business for the past week. When he comes home this weekend, the railroad is reassigning him to Virginia right after that."

"Why don't you go with him?"

"I can't uproot my kids, Guy! You should know that better than anyone!"

"Yeah," said Guy with a sigh. "I know that..."

"Ronnie knows that I can't be nailed down to one man--I told him that when I married him--just like I told Paul, and just like I told you when I answered your sex survey on your Hungry Guy story site back when Ronnie and I were looking for swing partners to go with us to Eros Connection."

"Yeah..."

"Guy! Listen to me! Can you come out to Berea for a few days?"

"What!" said Guy.

"Listen!" said Cathy. "Paul's been at a surgeon's convention all week. He took Annie with him instead of me, and I'm so jealous!"

"Well..." Guy started to say.

"I'm so lonely and horny I can't stand it, Guy! Please come! I'll pick you up at the Amtrak station in Cleveland after I drop Ronnie off at the airport, and we can a room at that hotel behind DD on the corner of Bagley and Engel. Just like last year!"

"Well, Cathy, I just got back from Europe a couple of weeks ago, and I don't have any vacation days left at work. Why don't you come out to Rensselear on the Lakeshore Limited? I have a surprise I think you'll like!"

"What surprise?"

"I can't tell you!" Guy giggled. "It's a surprise!"

"Well, okay. I'll come out for a day or two. I have to see you again, Guy! I miss you so much!"

"I miss you, too, Cathy! But what about the little ones?"

"I'll see if my mom or my sister can watch the little ones. They each owe Ronnie about fifty bucks! And Denny still has to finish laying that floor for me upstairs. So maybe he can watch the kids at the same time."

"Okay, then. I'll see you next week?"

"Yeah! You'll pick me up at the station?"

"I sure will, Cathy!"

"Or maybe I'll drive out in the minivan!"

"You still have that van?"

"Yeah! The kids love it! Thanks again for helping me buy it! You were so good to me! I owe you so much, Guy!"

"I ... Er..."

"Oh! I gotta go! My little guy wants me to read him a story about animals. I love you, Guy!"

"I love you too, Cathy!"

When Guy hung up the phone, he realized that his cock had grown hard down Fuschia's throat. Fuschia was struggling violently against her bonds and bucking under him. He didn't even notice.

Thinking of that wonderful night in Ohio with Cathy, Guy began pumping Fuschia's throat with such force that he came almost instantly. Feeling his hot seed fill Cathy's pussy, or rather, Fuschia's throat felt so satisfying just then.

Thus spent, he rested his head on Fuschia's crotch and drifted off to sleep.

The next morning, Guy rolled off Fuschia and said, "You know, there are still a couple of holes I haven't fucked yet."

"I can't imagine which ones," said Fuschia with a laugh.

He unbuckled the posture collar from around her neck so that he could turn her head sideways. Then he straddled her head and pressed the tip of his cock into her ear. His hand went to work and, after a minute or so, he was flooding her ear canal with his hot seed.

After his last spurt, he slid off and asked, "That wasn't so bad, was it?"

"What?" she said.

"Turn your head the other way so you can hear me. Your ear is full of cum!"

"That felt strange, Master," said Fuschia.

"I'll do the other ear some other time," he said. Then, after giving Fuschia a pee to drink, he brought Fuschia into his dungeon and strung her up once again.

This time, he suspended a 4-pound weight from her pussy.

"Master!" she shrieked. "That's too heavy! I can't hold it!"

"You know what'll happen if you drop it," he said and left the room.

To Guy's surprise, Fuschia held the weight by her pussy muscles all day. When he released her that night, he said, "That was excellent, Fuschia! You're getting strong down there! I've got a really good reward for you tonight!"

"Yes, Master?" she asked.

"Yes, indeed, lovely Fuschia!" Guy removed his slave from the contraption and led her into his bedroom.

Shackling her to the bed, spread eagle, with her head resting on a pillow at the head of the bed, he pulled the ropes taut until she gasped.

"Master!" she gasped as he sat on her chest with a rope in his hands, and reached for her throat. Guy slid the rope around her neck and tied it tightly so that it visibly squeezed her neck.

Fuschia stared at him for a silent moment with bulging eyes while he crawled down her torso and settled his face between her legs at her crotch.

He slowly licked up the seam of her pussy, from just above her bum hole to her clit. Of course, she was soaking wet, no doubt about it, and he swallowed the copious amounts of female juice that filled his mouth from that one lick.

He had to act quickly, as he had to do the previous time he had done this to her, so he moved his lips to her clit straight away, and began sucking. He drew her engorged nub into his mouth and sucked it in and out, in and out, over and over again. After barely a moment, she began quaking and bucking to his oral manipulations. Her utter silence reminded him of the haste to which he needed to proceed. Swallowing the last of her juices, he released his oral grasp of her most intimate flesh, and quickly crawled up her body and untied the rope from around her neck. Her face had already started to turn blue as her breath exploded. The color quickly returned to her face as she gasped for breath.

As she caught her breath, he pushed his hips down and entered her. Fuschia's strengthened pussy muscles evoked a gasp from his lips as he felt her tight grip on his member deep inside her. He wrapped his fingers around her neck as he began pumping her. He pressed his thumbs against her windpipe as he felt his orgasm building rapidly. At once, he exploded into her while her mouth quivered in silence. Their mutual gaze locked together as he grunted over and over again with every shot of spunk into her pussy while she lay there breathless and helpless under him. Her eyes had grown droopy and distant by the time he had shot his load and regained conscious control of his body.

Guy untied her, save for a collar around her ankle chained to her cage, and they snuggled off to sleep together, arms and legs entwined.

The next morning, Guy simply told Fuschia to lie on her back with her head hanging off the edge of the bed. He squatted over her face, slid his cock into her mouth and relieved himself.

He then placed her in his slave machine, shackled securely with her head inside the seat box, then took his shower and headed off to work.

His day was uneventful except for some developer's looping program that buggered Intertest and crashed CICS a couple of times. But after disabling the transaction in CEDA, Z/OS remained stable the rest of the day.

After leaving work, Guy got on I-90 and crossed the river to Rensselear and parked at the Amtrak station. The Lakeshore Limited from Cleveland was as abysmally late as usual, and it had arrived into Rensselear at about 4:30.

Cathy ran into Guy's arms as he walked into the waiting area. Their kiss lasted for five minutes while Guy ran his hands through her short blonde hair and played with her ponytail. "I missed you, Cathy!"

"I missed you too, Guy! But we only have a couple of days to be together again. Let's make the most of it!"

"Okay, let's go!" said Guy.

"And what's this surprise?" Cathy giggled.

"You'll see," said Guy.

During their drive across the Hudson and west on I-90, Cathy's cell phone bleeped. "Cathy, you there?" a voice blared out with a slight midwestern accent.

"Shhh," Cathy put her finger to her lips. "It's Ronnie," she whispered.

"Cath, you there?" the voice became more insistent. "Catherine!" he yelled through the phone. Ronnie soon gave up and the phone went silent.

They arrived at Guy's house soon thereafter. Guy led Cathy upstairs to his bedroom where she dropped her bag on his bed. "Looks just like I remember it from two years ago!"

"Yeah, I never got around to changing the ugly wallpaper," said Guy. "And now for the surprise,"

"Yeah!"

Guy led Cathy into his spare bedroom where Fuschia lay shackled, strapped, and enclosed in Guy's slave machine.

Cathy let out a shriek. "Holy shit! Who's that?"

"That's my slave," said Guy. "I bought her at a slave auction in London last month."

"Holy fuck! And she doesn't mind you bringing other girls home?"

"She's a slave. She doesn't have anything to say about what, or who, I do! Say 'Hi!' to Fuschia, Cathy."

Cathy walked up to the toilet seat and looked down. "Hi Fuschia," said Cathy.

"Hello Cathy," said Fuschia.

Cathy looked back over at Guy. "Now what?" said Cathy.

"Actually, now, I have to take a pee," said Guy. He walked up to the toilet, dropped his pants, and pissed directly onto Fuschia's face. Fuschia scrunched her eyes and mouth closed while his pee dribbled down her face, saturated her hair, ran through the drain, and dripped noisily into the plastic pan underneath the toilet box that enclosed Fuschia's head.

Guy zipped his pants back up, held out his palm toward Fuschia, and said, "You probably need to go too, Cathy."

Cathy gasped, "I don't know about that, Guy."

"Why? That's what she's there for. You told me you were with a woman once, and that you liked it."

"But that was years and years ago."

"Oh, go ahead! Try it!"

"But her face is dirty with your piss," said Cathy.

"Jeez!" said Guy. He walked into the bathroom, wetted a washcloth with warm water and went over and wiped Fuschia's face clean. "There!" said Guy.

Cathy stepped up to the seat and turned her back to Fuschia's face. She pulled down her brown scrub pants and her pink thong. Fuschia gasped for a split second before Cathy sat her naked ass on Fuschia's face.

"Now just make sure you're pointed into her mouth, and just pee."

"Can you leave the room, Guy?"

"Sure," said Guy with a laugh.

Guy waited outside the bedroom for a couple of minutes until Cathy opened the door. From inside the toilet box, Fuschia was making the strangest gagging sounds. Cathy said, "I had to pee pretty bad," and gave Guy a quick kiss.

Guy grabbed Cathy and pressed his mouth to hers while pulling her to the bed. He pulled the bedding back and pulled Cathy into the bed with him into his arms.

Guy gently pressed Cathy onto her back and climbed upon her.

"Eat me first!" she whispered. "Get me wet!"

"You're not wet yet?"

"No, silly! That's your job!"

"Fuschia's always wet for me, but okay, I'll make you wet!"

"Ronnie hardly ever gives me head. And Doctor Mangler never does. He says oral sex is disgusting and unhealthy."

"Really? I thought Indians were into the Kama Sutra and all that."

Cathy just shrugged.

"Okay," said Guy. "Hungry Guy to the rescue!" Guy crawled down and slid his tongue into Cathy's crack and licked up and down before finding the magic button and sucking it into his mouth. Before long, he was playing Cathy like a trumpet.

After giving Cathy an orgasm, Guy crawled up and lay upon her. Kissing her, he slid his hardened member into her and began pumping her. Before long, he exploded inside her while she screamed out her continuing orgasm.

Spent, Guy lay his head upon her shoulder. Cathy rubbed her cheek against Guy's and whispered "Good night."

"You want to clean off, first?"

"Sure," said Cathy. "Go get a towel."

"I got something better than a towel!" said guy and pulled on Cathy's hand while climbing out of bed.

Cathy giggled while Guy led her into the spare bedroom. To Fuschia, he said, "You're now to be a human bidet." Then to Cathy he said, "Make the slave lick you clean."

"Uhm, okay," said Cathy. Cathy walked over and sat on Fuschia's face once again.

"Lick Cathy clean, Fuschia," said Guy.

At once, Cathy spasmed. "Oh my!" she said.

A moment later, Cathy was squirming and panting whilst sitting upon the toilet. "Oh! Oh! Oh!" she moaned.

Cathy then stood and fell into Guy's arms. "That was fantastic!" she said.

"Well, a girl should know best how to give pleasure to a girl," said Guy. "Now it's my turn," he said and sat on Fuschia's face and slid his softening member through her lips. "Lick my cock clean, Fuschia."

Guy breathed heavily for a few moments while Fuschia sucked the mix of his cum and Cathy's secretions from his member.

Thus cleaned, he stood and took Cathy by the hand and then returned to bed where they fell to sleep entangled in each other.