The Adventures of Katrina and Orville By Montrose A bean-counter meets a marvelous young lady Rain beat down so hard on the plate glass window I couldn’t see the cars going by on the street. I was glad to be in the warm dry offices of Dewey, Plankem and Howe Construction. I keep the books. Recently we’ve been doing so well I asked Mr. Howe if we could hire someone to do the simpler tasks for me like order coffee, file and answer the damn phone. He didn’t like parting with the pennies, but he complied. I sat hypnotized by the rain streaked window when I was startled by the front door banging open. In stepped a tall mass of wet hair, dripping cotton, and bent umbrella. “Damn!’ it muttered in a woman’s voice before chucking the broken umbrella into a corner. She had no coat. She dripped on the entryway carpet for a second, then pulled her sopping blond hair back from her face with both hands. Water trickled down the curves of her thick, muscular arms; arms rippling and heavy with well-defined meat. Was this really a woman? The way her white cotton blouse and black mid-thigh length skirt clung to her ample curves left no doubt. Her nipples stuck out as if to burst through the cold wet fabric. Then she looked at me and smiled. My heart stopped beating and got stuck in my throat. Her blue eyes pinned me to my chair but her smile was all kindness. She had the smooth soft skin of an angel. Even wet I could tell that her blond hair was silken with light waves. Her energy suggested she was twenty or so – half my age. She turned her back to me and bent over double (straight legged) to un-strap the wet high heels she was wearing. “I hope you don’t mind me drying these by the radiator.” She said. I said nothing, but dreamed of touching the round mounds of her ass that waved before me. The thin wet skirt only changed the shade of her skin. It added no additional cover as it clung so tight. Then she turned and stepped up to my desk with one wet hand extended. I stood and shook her hand (quite a firm grip) and noticed that even barefoot she was a full head taller than me. Looking up into her eyes I saw her eyes looking down… past my face. I followed them to discover the front of my pant bulging as if some beast was pressing to be set free. I was mortified! She gave a low whistle. Big Joe, one of our foremen, walked by just then and whistled at the wet girl shaking my hand – not letting go. I sank to my chair and scooted up to my desk to hide my embarrassing erection. The big girl let me go but kept her eyes on me. “Cold out there?” asked Joe of the girl. He chuckled and kept walking, checking her ass on his way by. “A bit.” She replied still looking me over. “But it looks warm and cozy in here.” She added that last bit under her breath so I could barely hear her. I don’t think Big Joe did. Suddenly, she lifted her skirt up, flashing a bit of white lace panties at me, then shook it, spraying water on my desk. “I’m here for the office girl job.” She announced. I had prepared a list of questions and tests, and was hoping to schedule follow-up interviews for the owners with anyone that past my scrutiny… “You’re hired!” Mr. Dewey shouted from his office door. The lascivious grin on his face as he looked her over stopped my protest before I could begin it. “You can start right now, doll. And if Orville Doppler here tries to work you too hard, why you just come to me!” “I’m sure Orville and I will get along very well. Thank you, sir.” She replied. “Call me Allen.” He winked at her. Then his private line rang – the one his wife uses to keep tabs on him. He jumped and slammed his door. That left me alone with the new employee. She smiled down at me and continued to drip, at a slower rate, all over my desk. After an embarrassing pause where I tried not to look at her ample, tightly-wrapped breasts, I said “Welcome to Dewey, Plankem and Howe Construction. Perhaps I should start by showing you to the ladies room. Would you like a towel?” “Let’s start with names, Orville.” She said sweetly. “My name is Katrina Olsen. OH! And this…” she fished around in her hip pocket… “is my resume.” She slapped a wet goo-ball onto my desk. “Thank you.” I replied attempting in vain to flatten it. “We’ll keep it on file.” The best I could do was to squeeze it into the garbage. “Next,” she sat down on my desk, side saddle and leaned over to me, “how much does the job pay.” She dripped even more onto my papers. I scurried to move them out of the way. I could feel the heat of her body as I worked. I could smell her flesh. I could have reached out and kissed that massive arm she was supporting herself with. The muscles rippled and rolled like snakes. “25 thousand dollars a year.” I said not looking her in the eye. That isn’t much to live on in the US these days but it wasn’t a tough job. She laughed. Then she put two fingers beneath my chin and lifted my face with an irresistible force so that I looked into her blue eyes. “How much?” she asked lightly. “35… okay… 40 thousand…” That was already 5 grand more than I had budgeted. “Higher.” She said. “I can’t…” “Who can?” she demanded. I pointed to the offices of the three owners. She let my chin go and sized up the situation. Mr. Dewey was on the phone to his wife. Mr. Plankem was out. Mr. Howe was in, leering over my latest books. He was the skin-flint of the group. He could squeeze a nickel so tight it would swell up into a quarter when he finally let go. She walked into Mr. Howe’s office and closed the door. “Poor girl” I thought. I heard a moment of protest from Mr. Howe then I heard him laughing. 3 minutes passed and she walked back out. Mr. Howe was still laughing. “Put me down for $75 grand.” She told me. “Take the difference out of Bob’s bonus.” “Bob? You mean Mr. Howe?!?” I sputtered. “Sev… Seventy fi… but I only make…” “90 grand.” she interrupted with a sly smile. “I got you a raise too you poor little man.” “As I live and breathe.” I muttered staring at her in a different way now. She let me stare, as she pretended to wipe something from her bosom and look innocent. “Thank you.” I finally said. She winked and gave me that heart stopping smile. Over the next few weeks we became close friends. As our front office girl she was charming. When clients came for a meeting, she had them laughing and ready to talk in no time – she was great for business. And I admit, I enjoyed watching her work, especially when she filed things in the lowest drawers. My god she was flexible for such a big girl. And Katrina even seemed to enjoy my watching her. It got to the point where I stopped looking away when she saw me looking. Sometimes she would kick a foot up onto a chair pretending to straighten a stocking and give me a glimpse of panties, then wink at me as my heart pounded. She seemed to favor white lace, but on Fridays she generally wore something special. After such moments she liked to ask me to come help her with something. She was teasing me, of course. She knew I would need to refuse until my boner subsided. I was too bashful to walk around with a big obvious stiffy. Within a month she got the owners to grant us both extra time off. The owners even started treating me with some respect. Maybe it was because they saw how Katrina seemed to like me… a little maybe. I don’t know. I know Big Joe noticed and I enjoyed how jealous he got. But typical of Big Joe he decided to reach out and grab what he wanted. One day Katrina was bent over filing something low when Joe walks by, slips his hand up her short skirt between her muscular legs and pats her muff before sliding his hand up to her ass and giving her a spank. Katrina jumped, “AH!” then whirled around and slapped Big Joe on the face so hard he fell to one knee. Her hand print was red on his cheek. “God damn you!” he snarled. He got up a bit too fast for Katrina’s liking, so she slapped him even harder on the other cheek and sent him sprawling. That one must have rung Big Joe’s bell the way he shook his head and wobbled to his knees. Joe was used to keeping discipline among the men with his power and size. His being slapped around by an office girl was unreal! I stood watching with my mouth open. Joe got to his feet more slowly this time, rubbing his red cheeks, watching Katrina very carefully and trying to laugh it off. Everyone was staring at him. Katrina closed in with her hands on her hips. “Would you like to finish this outside or will you apologize right here?” She asked him plainly. “Katrina…” I started but she stopped me with a wave. There was no way Joe’s ego would let him apologize. “There’s nothing to finish.” He chuckled nervously. “I was just havin’ some fun.” “So you’re taking the coward’s way out?” asked Katrina. That sparked Joe’s fire. “Watch your mouth, bitch! Shut it or I’ll shut it for you!” “I’d like to see you try that out back, you pathetic little pansy.” She said. Big Joe stalked to the back door – a sturdy metal door made to keep out burglars. “I’m gonna turn you over my knee missy!” He banged it open and Katrina stepped into the alley after him. “Then I’m gonna wash your mouth out with soap!” The door banged shut behind them. There was five minutes of dumpsters banging, boxes and glass breaking, screams, and groans. Something hit the door so hard pictures fell off the wall inside. I heard Joe pleading for mercy. Then the door got hit again, 5 times. The top hinge broke free with the last bang and the door bent a bit. Then things got quiet. The door opened scraping the floor and fell completely off the wall with a clatter. In stepped Big Joe. His clothes were torn and he was bloody and bruised. He appeared to be missing several teeth. He took three steps into the room and then fell flat on his face – out cold. Behind him was Katrina dusting off her hands. Her hair was a bit mussed and she looked a bit shiny but other than that she was fine. She stepped over Joe and went back to work. From then on I didn’t see much of Big Joe, but he sure was polite when I did. And whenever Katrina came into the room he got real scarce. She loved sneaking up behind him and goosing him just to watch him run. One Friday afternoon Mr. Plankem (or Paul as Katrina was allowed to call him) asked Katrina to take a letter. I had been telling her that he was one of the good ones. It was Mr. Plankem that always arranged for a worthy company Christmas party every year. And he always made sure we had the best health coverage the company could afford. She left the door open a crack when she went in. Soon I heard moans and groans from his office so I took a peak. Katrina was sitting on Mr. Plankem’s desk with her shoes off and her feet stuffed in his crotch. Mr. Plankem was groaning and swearing, but trying to concentrate enough to get the letter dictated. I got jealous and walked away. After Katrina typed up the letter she asked me to proof read it. It said: Dear Mr. Clayton, Thank you for the opportunity to bid on the construction work for your… uh… what… what are you doing honey? Oh hey yeah… hey… that feels pretty good…. You can keep that up all right! But let’s do this letter too. … to bid on the construction work of your proposed resort. Dear lord, that feels good! Sweeeeeet mercy…. Your toes…. Your toes…. You got my cock throb..throbb… oh yeah… Shit! Oh fuck yeah… Where was I? Oh yeah. We have looked over your… god yes… specifications and re-re-re-re-researched zoning… JESUS FUCK! OH! You’re better with your feet than my slut ex-wife was with her whole fuckin’ body! Oh girl!!! Oh… ZONING! Zone! Zoning ordinances… GOD DAMN IT. We feel confi… confi… god I’m gonna cum… cum cum in my... confident that we can handle the… easy with that heel, baby! You’re crushing my nuts… Ouch! Damn… oh! you can make even that feel good, can’t you honey! Fuck, where was I again? Oh yeah… Oh yeah… confident that we can handle the JOB! JESUS! Preliminary studies show it would take LESS THAN SIX FUCKING MONTHS GOD DAMN IT! I’M BLOWING MY LOAD IN MY FUCKING PANTS! But Oh!... Jesus… Oh my… Oooooooohhhh… yeah… we need mooooooore details to provide… god bless you… a reasonable… oh my god… oh my god my pants are a mess… I’m soaked in cum… reasonable estimate. Jesus. Thank you honey. Please call and we will meet… Jesus… wow… at your earliest convenience. Signed, Paul Plankem, Principle Dewey, Plankem and Howe Construction KO Fortunately she had typed up an edited version as well. One day Katrina saw Mr. Dewey bring in one of the waitresses from the diner across the street. He usually took a waitress into his office once a week, fucked the snot out of her, then sent her off all wobbly kneed and sperm-faced with a fist full of twenties “as a tip.” He had been eyeing Katrina for this, but after the incident with Big Joe he had lost his courage in that direction. So Katrina watched as the little red-head of the week hopped happily into Mr. Dewey’s office and the door quietly shut. “What does Mrs. Dewey think about these trysts of Allen’s.” She asked me. “She hates it, but she’s afraid to divorce him.” I replied. Katrina got up and walked over to Mr. Dewey’s door. She paused, then knocked. “Get lost.” Shouted Mr. Dewey. The girl inside giggled. Katrina tried to open the door but it was locked. She braced herself against it, then gave a sudden bump with her round hips. The door jam splintered and she swung wide the door and stepped in. I could see into the room around her. “Holy shit.” Murmured Mr. Dewey. I could see he was afraid of her. “Give her the money.” Said Katrina in a soft voice. “You and I are gonna have some fun.” The red-head didn’t like that arrangement. She was a single mom who looked forward to the rough bangings Mr. Dewey handed out. And her turn only came around every other month or so. “What do you mean you and him? Get in line sister! Allen promised me this ride!” Katrina looked down at her – the red-head lay spread eagle on her back over Mr. Dewey’s desk with her panties around one ankle. Mr. Dewey stiff log was perched at the gate of her glistening red-tufted quim. “Take the money and run little one. Don’t make me spank you here and now. If you’re into that kind of thing we can arrange it later.” Something about the confidence Katrina displayed – and her towering height and powerful form – and the way Mr. Dewey was obviously afraid of her – made the little waitress decide it was time to get back to slopping tables. She slipped her panties back up and slid out clutching her cash. Mr. Dewey chuckled nervously. “Sooner or later they all come to Big Al.” He said. He wasn’t calling himself Big Al. He was talking about his lap snake. His unit bobbed and grew even bigger in anticipation of having Katrina instead of the red-head. I admit I’m fairly hung myself, but he had the right to call his pud big. Katrina purred. “That’s a nice toy, Allen. You like having it sucked?” Mr. Dewey’s whole being seemed to light up. “Oh yeah, sweet thing. Have you been pining for me all this time? If you’ve been wanting a face full of Big Al all you had to do was beg for it, baby.” He smiled and stepped up to Katrina. She stood three inches taller than he. “I got a better idea.” She said. “Better?” said a very puzzled Mr. Dewey. “What could be better than you sucking my dick?” “YOU suck your dick.” Purred Katrina. “Say what?” Katrina didn’t reply. She punched Mr. Dewey in the stomach and he doubled over and dropped to his knees. She squatted down and sat on the back of his neck driving his head low. She guided his boner into his gasping mouth, then lowered herself further. He was curled up under her with his own massive tool buried deep down his own throat. He struggled but that only made her tits bounce. Her ample hams crushed him into a little ball between her firm thighs. She smiled at me and raised her arms, flexing for me as she sat on our boss. “You’ve been a bad boy, Allen.” said Katrina in a sweet girly voice as she reached over and detached his phone cord from his phone. “Now you’re going to pay the price.” And she bound him tight with the cord, like a bale of hay, like a ball, so that he couldn’t straighten up. When she stood, he was still stuck with his massive tool in his mouth. He tried to scream but he was gagged. “What’s that you say? You wanna cum?” She teased him. He screamed into his cock shaking his head. It was like he had a loaded gun stuffed in his mouth and she was asking if he wanted the trigger pulled. Then she slipped off a shoe and tickled his sack with expert toes. He moaned. His eyes rolled back in his head. He shivered. And very quickly… he came. Some of it he had to choke down or drowned in it. The rest spilled out all over his face and dripped to the carpet. Katrina walked out of his office and told me “Get his wife on the phone.” I dialed and she talked. “Mrs. Dewey? This is Katrina down at the office. … Oh Allen hasn’t mentioned me?.... Has he mentioned the waitresses?... You knew?.... Would you like to get back at him?.... Good. Right now he’s tied up and easy prey. Just bring a whip or a riding crop or… no. I think a baseball bat is too much. I’ll show you how to use the riding crop on him. Okay. See you soon.” It wasn’t 10 minutes before Mrs. Dewey, all 105 pounds of her, was there and loaded for bear. She flailed poorly until Katrina showed her how to put her back into it and make the crop lash Mr. Dewey’s naked ass and balls as he rolled around his office floor in agony. We decided to leave early that day to give them some privacy. Katrina asked if she could walk home with me. We hadn’t seen each other out of work. “Sure!” I replied eagerly. She slipped her big arm through mine as nice as can be and we walked down the street. We turned quite a few heads with her towering over me in her naughty catholic schoolgirl outfit and high heels and me in my gray slacks, white shirt and thin black tie. How boring and small I must have looked as I walked next to this Amazon flower. Then we came to the dreaded part of my walk. Halfway to my apartment there is a biker bar. Now, I know there are many fine bikers out there. None of them hung out at this bar. The machines they rode were beautiful and loud, but these men were only nasty and loud. They were rude (sometimes vicious) to the women who walked past and even worse to me. “Maybe we should walk on the other side of the street for a while.” I suggested. But somehow Katrina understood why I said it. “Is there something about this place you don’t like Orville?” she asked. “Let’s just leave it.” “I don’t think so.” She said in a soft voice. “These people will have to learn not to treat you poorly.” She walked straight to the line of gleaming Harleys out front. She put her heel against the closest and pushed. They slammed over into each other like dominos. What a clatter! And what a clatter from inside! Big, half naked men with scruffy beards and leather burst from the door. Katrina took the first two out by clothes-lining them – one with each arm. They fell twitching to the ground. The next she picked up and threw into the next three coming. She raised her mighty cannon-like arms and howled. Smaller men backed away. The biggest man stumbled over his friends to get to her. He took a swing. She stopped his fist in mid-air and returned a punch to his face. He went down like a ton of bricks and didn’t move. Two men rushed up, one with a knife and the other with a crow bar. Katrina caught the arm thrust from the knifer and broke his arm over her knee, then she broke his nose on that knee. The crow bar glanced off her thick shoulders before she delivered an elbow to that man’s face, dropping him. She picked up a body and threw it through the front window of the bar. Three more guys jumped her at once, one on each arm and one stuffing a boot in her belly. She pulled her arms forward and brought all three guys’ heads together with a crack. They all fell. She was up to her knees in fallen men. She stepped over them and looked into the dark bar. “Anyone else wanna play?” she asked with a giggle. Just then the biggest woman I have ever seen stepped quietly from around the alley. She stood a foot taller than Katrina and was way thicker in the back. Her arms weren’t as big, but her torso was like a brick wall and her legs were like tree trunks. Before I could shout a warning she grabbed Katrina’s shoulders and ran her smack into the door jamb with all her 450-plus pounds of weight piling into her. I heard Katrina groan in pain. I swear I felt the vibration of the blow from where I stood. I stepped forward to help (but how?) when two blonde bitches in leather grabbed me by the arms and dragged me back to a telephone pole by the street. They slammed me into it then one of them stuffed her booted foot into my stomach. I doubled over and the other planted her knee in my face. My head shot back up into the pole. I quickly sized them up through watery eyes. They looked like twins (lovely, really) except one was just a bit bigger than the other. The small one was my height but maybe 5 or 10 pounds lighter. The big one was an inch taller than me and maybe 10 pounds heavier than me. The big one ran at me and crushed her ass into my stomach and her shoulder into my face. Splinters from the pole dug into my back. My head was reeling but I tried to fight forward toward Katrina. The big twin slipped behind me and got me in a full nelson. I struggled but I couldn’t break her hold. She giggled in my ear. “Hold ‘em!” her friend growled and she started punching me in the gut. She wasn’t overpowering like Katrina, but she hit harder than I could. After 3 or 4 punches I was begging her to stop but she was just getting started and I was her body- bag. Meanwhile, I could only watch as that big woman peeled Katrina off the wall. Katrina dropped to her knees and the big woman jumped and landed on her, driving her face down on the sidewalk. She lay down on top of Katrina. All I could see of Katrina was her forearms. The rest was lost under a wall of meat. The big woman just laughed as she smothered Katrina with her tits. “How’s your girly doin’ now little man?” cooed the girl behind me. I saw Katrina struggle for a while but her movements got less and less. Once she got her arms under her and started to rise up but the big woman pounded at her arms and shook her massive weight around until Katrina collapsed under her with a crunch. After a while, the big woman seemed to be satisfied so she got up. Katrina remained on the ground - motionless. “I aint done with you yet, cunt!” snarled the big woman. “But I wanna be all comfy when I kill you.” She peeled Katrina up and hoisted her with a grunt onto her shoulder, then walked her into the bar. My captures released me and giggled at me – watching me. I thought about running but I could see they planned to run me down if I did. The one that had been holding me slapped my face. The other spit on me. Then they both grabbed my hair and pulled me into the bar. I swung a punch and got the bigger one in the belly. She stopped and kneed me three times in the face for my troubles. When we got in they dumped me on the sticky floor and walked on me as they went over to the big woman. She was sitting on Katrina’s face on a raised stage. Her big ass engulfed Katrina from her chest on up past her skull. Katrina was thrashing wildly and screaming. The big woman was laughing. Katrina couldn’t pull her head out from under all that meat, and if she didn’t she would smother. Then Katrina got a hold of the big woman’s hand. I could see the veins and muscles bulge as Katrina put everything she had into crushing that one hand. “Ouch!” the big woman wailed suddenly. I heard a bone snap. The big woman screamed in agony and leaped up trying to pull her hand away. Katrina leaped up and sent four rapid punches into that big woman's face before letting go. It didn’t matter that the second one had knocked her cold. Katrina wanted a couple more shots. “Oh shit.” Whispered the smaller of the bimbos that had kicked my ass. They started for the door, but Katrina picked them up by the scruff of their necks and smacked their heads together. They went limp in her grasp. She flipped them into separate corners and came to see about me. We raided the first aid box for supplies and taped ourselves together. Katrina decided it was fair to raid the cash register and several of the patrons who lay about for spare change (around $700) and the big woman’s keys as well. Then we found a nice shiny hog out front that fit the big woman’s key and suited Katrina well. She lifted me and plopped me onto the back. Then she hoisted her skirt up to her waist and sat down in front. My pecker slid naturally up the split in her cheeks. I held tight around her middle – rippling with muscles. Her tits pressed down over the tops of my hands as she leaned forward on the handlebars. The ride was fast and frightening, but having my cock wedged up her ass crack as we roared along those public streets on that throbbing bike was a gas! I hardly had to hold on at all for as tight as her butt muscles held on to my rod. She covered a lot of ground before she pulled into a tall building – her place. I gulped. It was very up-scale – too rich for my blood. Once inside her penthouse condo, she popped a beer for me, sat me on the couch with a bag of chips, handed me the remote, kissed me forehead and said she wanted to clean up. After 15 minutes I heard the shower running. I flipped through channels and can’t remember a thing I saw until Katrina appeared in the hall and called my name. She was buck naked except for a sponge and a soap-on-a-rope which she clutched pleadingly between her breasts. She put on a kittenish voice. “Would you please soap me up, Mr. Doppler?” I flipped the remote over my shoulder, downed the beer and followed her happy bouncing rump into the bath. Her bath was palatial. She had candles everywhere. Warm water sprinkled down from all directions within the first chamber of the Japanese-style bath (see http://www.swifty.com/apase/charlotte/@A13.html for more on Japanese-style bath). She handed me the soap and sponge then sat on the carved stone bench in the center of the trickling streams. She pulled her hair up as I began soaping her thick, rippling shoulders. I ran the soap up and down her thick arms, then covered her back with bubbles. Then, feeling brave as she moaned with pleasure, I soaped up my hands and covered her melons with froth. I reached around her and lifted and squeezed them. She arched her back and moaned loudly. My soapy hands slid down her belly and sides, then spread out over her thick thighs. She began to breathe hard, and she spread her legs far apart. I soaped up my hand more and slid them back up her legs and into her blond bush. It was already slippery-wet and burning hot. She groaned and flexed. I stuffed two fingers into her tight quim. She clamped down on them hard and groaned even loader. I gabbed one of her breasts with my free hand and began kissing her neck as my hand explored her hot clam. Her legs shot out and she jerked violently as I drove her to climax. But she was always careful not to hurt me. When she came she shouted “OH ORVILLE!” and contracted so tight I thought she would snap off the three fingers I had inside her at the time. Panting and soapy, she thanked me sweetly. She stood on trembling legs and let the running water rinse her clean. Then she guided me to the carved stone bench. “I… I don’t know…” I stammered. It was one thing to feel her up and give her pleasure. She is a goddess after all. But I’m 43 and… well… there are bigger stronger men. “Oh my!” she exclaimed as she admired my boner. At least I have that going for me – long meat. She looked lovingly at me, “That looks yummy.” And she kneeled and began soaping my slender shoulders and sunken chest with her powerful hands. “You don’t have to…” I began but she put a finger to my lips. “Part of the reason for living, Orville, is to enjoy the pleasures of the flesh.” She whispered. Then she bent down and stuffed my throbbing tool deep down her throat. With her soapy hands and expert mouth she worked me to a climax in less time than it took me to do her. I groaned and thrust into her face as I came – shooting my load down her throat. She gobbled and sucked and swallowed every drop. “Yummmm...” she said. “Cum is my favorite protein.” She said smiling up at me. “Any time you wanna give me some more you just let me know. I need a lot of protein.” And she winked. She finished soaping me and rinsed me, then we stepped into the second bath chamber. This was a huge, deep tub filled with very hot water. The walls were dripping like waterfalls and made of some kind of dark slate. Candles sat on rock ledges in here too. All I could hear was the trickle of water and our breathing. Katrina sank into the water then pulled me onto her lap. Even on her lap the water was up over my chest. Her breasts were in the perfect spot for me to play with, and her hands had a hard time staying off my rod, which was already regaining itself. We necked in there, sweating, for an hour or so. Then she whispered, “I want you inside me.” And smiled like an angel. I was plenty stiff again and had zero inhibitions left. “Anything you say, Katrina.” “Anything?” She look coquettishly at me. I was sure. “Anything. Please ask.” She slipped me off her lap and turned over to kneel like a dog in the deep water. Then she raised her ass up, straightening her legs until it was even with my tool. “I want you up my ass. There’s oil on that shelf.” And she nodded. “Really?” “Please.” Well… I couldn’t make her beg for it. So I spilled some oil down her ass crack, then lubed up my joint, and then I sank it home. Perhaps I should have made the first thrust a bit slower for she yelped. I apologized, but she shook her head. “Again! Harder! Please!” she begged. And so I bucked and crammed my meat into her ass, making that big sweet girl wince and yelp with every stroke. Between cries of pain she yelled “Harder! YES! FUCK ME!” I banged for all I was worth, slipping and splashing away in the tub up to my thighs. At one point Katrina sounded like she was praying “Oh Jesus Jesus Jesus Jesus Jesus Jesus Jesus – FUCK YES!” and her ass muscled clenched down. She bucked so hard I had to hold on for all I was worth. She rocked her ass up and down, over and over. On her third thrust I flew off and landed with a splash in the water. Before I could pull my head up she was on me. She cleaned my dick off in the tub and carried me like a baby into the first chamber again. She quickly threw a pile of towels on the floor and she laid me down on them. Wordlessly, she mounted me and crammed my aching member into her hair pie this time. She slowly lowered onto me. Then she gyrated her hips. Now it was my turn to pray. “Oh Jesus fucking Mary and Joseph.” I moaned. Katrina growled as she hammered down on my cock faster and faster. Just before I came she slipped my cock out and dived on it with her mouth. Damned if the girl didn’t love the taste of my sperm. Once again she gobbled it up like it was her first meal in days. I lay wet and spent. Katrina turned off the water. She carried me wrapped in towels to her bedroom (a thick mahogany 4-post affair) and she lay me gently next to her. She rolled onto her tummy and stretched out. “Oil me, please.” She murmured. I looked around for the oil. “Bedside table. Top shelf.” She instructed. There I found (among the vibrators, batteries, breath mints and velvet ropes) a bottle of oil from the far-east with a label I could not read. One sniff of it got me hard all over again. “For such a tender young thing you sure know a lot of magic.” I muttered as I straddled the “small” of her back. She giggled as I poured oil between her shoulder blades. I rubbed the oil in and kneaded her powerful flesh with my comparatively weak hands. She purred under me as I gave her a rub down from her scalp to her feet. Then she turned over and let me work my way back up. Naturally I had to stop at her muff and give her a climactic ride on my face. When I got to her chest she pulled me up and slipped my big shlong between her freshly oiled hooters. I humped and pumped as she licked the tip of my bobbing dick with every stroke. As I felt the climax come on I slid higher up. She opened wide and I crammed my tool into her waiting mouth. Her eyes got big, but I just kept cramming until it was lost all the way down to my short-and-curlies. Then I gyrated my hips on her face, rubbing my cock all over her throat. She grunted and gasped for air, but she didn’t struggle to get free. Soon I lost my load again down her mouth. I came so hard I saw sparks. Then I looked down at her with my crank buried deep in her face. She looked up at me with bright wide eyes and puffed through her nose to get air. She was so massive and powerful, but she was being so submissive and compliant… all for my amusement. She made no move to pull my dick out of her mouth. That was for me to decided. If I wanted another ride, she would go for it, I knew. I stroked her soft face and enjoyed the moment. Eventually I pulled out. She kissed my shaft and I got off her neck. Then she rolled over on the tummy again. “That was fabulous. No give me a harder massage, please. You can use the mallets in the second drawer if you think it would work better.” “Mallets?!?” “Second drawer.” Sure enough! Along with a whip, crotch-less panties, and a strap on cock she had two black rubber mallets with smooth wooden handles in that drawer. I tapped her on a shoulder with one. “Harder!… please.” I smacked her with the other mallet. “Much harder!” she commanded. I banged on her muscles like drums, like pounding down railroad spikes! “Oh… Ouch… Yeah!” she moaned. “That’s better.” So I kept going up and down her body, banging away. After a while she commanded “Pound my ass now! Give it all you got, Orville!” I sat on her back and beat those mallets down onto her big hard ass cheeks. Sweat dripped from my brow and arms as I swung first one then the other over and over. They bounced up off her firm meat and I slammed them down again and again. “Harder!” She yelled. “SPANK ME ORVILLE!” I dropped one mallet and used both arms on the one. Her butt was getting red now and she bucked and ground under me. She found the free mallet and positioned it’s handle over her pink little asshole. I got her idea and smacked the head of that mallet with the one I was swinging. I drove it half way up her ass with that blow. She bounced and yelled so that I almost fell off of her. “GOD YESSS!” she screamed. It took two more blows to drive it all the way home. The Black head of the mallet stuck out between her cheeks as I kept banging her. She never begged me to stop, but eventually my arms were going to fall off. I collapsed with my face on her hot, rosy-red butt, panting. “OH!” she jumped when I did. “Oh!” she gasped. She was breathing hard too. “Thank you! Jesus I needed that! Thank you!” She panted. I laughed a bit but I was too tired… “Any… time.” I replied. “And thank you, Katrina. You are incredible.” My pleasure.” She whispered. “Not entirely.” I said and I pulled myself around to kiss her face. She gathered me in like a teddy bear and we slept until dawn. Katrina was up first and made enough food to feed an army - or at least enough to feed her plus one small man – same thing. I started to feel out-of-place again, but she gave me a peck on the cheek, then sank down and gobbled a morning load out of my crank. “Maybe you should try mixing my cum into your eggs.” I joked. “Sounds good.” She replied with a wink. “Try eating more garlic this week and I’ll do that next Saturday morning.” We both had a lot of errands to run during the morning but she wanted me to come back in the afternoon for more play-time – maybe a night on the town. She offered me the keys to the bike but I was afraid of it. I took the bus back to my own part of town – not as up-scale as Katrina’s. I actually had to walk past that biker bar again. This time I didn’t feel like I needed to cross the street. It was early – all the bikes were gone – the place looked empty. I was past it when someone jumped out from the bushes just in front of me. It was the bigger one of those twin girls that had slapped me around. Instantly I turned and ran. But I ran smack into the other twin. I knocked her over and we both fell in a tangle. I fought like hell, but she was faster than me, if not quite as heavy. I actually got in several punches to her head as I started to stand and run. Then she grabbed my ankles and I fell like a ton of bricks. “Are you telling me you can’t take this pussy on your own?” yelled the big one. Her twin grunted as she clawed her way up my body. I worked a foot free and mashed it into her face. I hopped up again and ran 5 paces before that little bitch leaped onto my back and wrestled me back to the ground. “I can take him all right!” she spat out as she bent my arm behind my back. I howled in pain. “That’s better.” Said the big one. “Now get up.” The small one let me up but kept my arm pinned behind me like she wanted to take it off. Her other arm she kept locked around my neck. They marched me into a windowless van and threw me in. The big one got in on top of me and tied me up while the little one drove off. When we got where we were going I was lead, bound and gagged, into a trashed basement. There I saw that enormous woman – the one that had almost beaten Katrina! “Good work, girls.” She snarled. “We’ll have my bike back in no time now.” They sat me in a hard chair and tied me to it. The big woman pulled the gag out of my mouth. “What’s her number?” “I’m not going to tell you…” She smacked me so hard the chair fell over and I tasted blood. My ear wouldn’t stop ringing. “I’m only going to ask once more before I let the Polanski girls here pull all your pubic hair with their sharp teeth.” The two young ladies giggled and smiled at me. They could have been such lovely girls… “What’s her number?” I thought, what could a number hurt? So I told. The big woman waved and the bigger Polanski girl dialed it up on speaker phone. “Yes?” Katrina answered. “KATRINA! HELP!” I shouted before the little Polanski girl slipped my gag back in. “ORVILLE?” “That’s right Katrina.” Said the big woman. “This is Bertha, the woman who’s bike you got. I suggest you bring it back pronto or we’ll send Orville back piece by piece.” “You harm him in any way.” Growled Katrina into the phone, “And I will hunt you down like dogs and personally reach into you and pull your guts out.” There was silence on my side of the phone. These women were scared. “Where are you?” continued Katrina. Bertha got her nerve back, at least a bit. “No… nothin’ doin’.” She stammered. “We’re playing this my way.” “Tell me where you want the stinking bike then already!” snapped Katrina. “Back at the bar.” Replied Bertha. I could see panic in her eyes. She glanced down at her hand, which was in a cast. “And you leave it there. We’ll drop Orville off there the next day.” “No good.” Said Katrina coldly. “You drop him off there now and I’ll bring your bike back this afternoon. You leave him there!” “How do I know you won’t take him and run?” Barked Bertha. “How do you know I won’t track you down, rip off your head and stuff it up your fat big ass?” Answered Katrina, still cold as ice. Again, there was silence from the three girls on my side of the phone. “Okay…” said Bertha dry and nervous. “We’ll do things your way.” By noon I was sitting in the same damn chair in the middle of that trashed bar. The Polanski twins tightened my ropes as Bertha sat on the same stage where she had almost smothered Katrina. “Now nail that chair down!” she commanded and the smaller girls complied. “I don’t want that bitch just running in and out with him.” Then there came the sound of distant thunder… but steadily growing… and then it down- shifted! It was the Harley coming down the street! Katrina was early! “SHIT!” shouted Bertha. “We’re not ready! Girls! Get behind the bar! Find weapons!” Bertha waddled into a back room and made a lot of noise, probably looking for a weapon herself. The room erupted with the roar that can only come from the throat of a hard ridden hog. Katrina rode it right into the bar and braked it to a stop beside me! She was wearing a leather jacket, thigh-high boots, a leather mini and brass knuckles. I shouted from behind my gag. I tried to warn her. The twins jumped up and threw molotov cocktails at Katrina. Fire burst out all over the room. Katrina yelled, “You want the bike back? Here it comes!” She goosed the throttle, popped it up on the back wheel and sent it roaring into the bar as she hopped off. The twins ran for cover as the bike splintered the front bar. Katrina pulled a long blade from her boot and sliced the ropes holding me like butter. Then she cut my gag. “Where is she?” she asked. “Back room!” I shouted over the roar of flames, bike, and screaming Polanski twins. “Get outside!” she commanded, then she dashed into the back room after Bertha. The bigger twin picked up a broken bottle and started tip-toeing after Katrina. I leaped at her and got her in a head lock as I wrapped my legs around her waist. She stuffed an elbow into my side but I held on. Then the other twin jumped on me and we all went down in a heap. The two girls got on top and pounded me for a moment, but the flames got too much. They picked me up and carried me out of the bar as the blaze grew. They stood me between them and played a sort of tennis game with my face. One would smack me and send me staggering three steps over to the other, who returned the serve with her fist or foot, and so on. Even the little one was having no trouble handling me by now. But then they stopped. The little one let go of my neck (she had been lining me up for a jab) and I fell to the ground at her feet. I looked over at the bar. The roof caved in on the back half. “Katrina.” I whispered from the ground. A massive shape – a big lumpy dark mass – came staggering toward the door as the front part of the roof fell in. And out into the sun stepped Bertha, her face battered and soot smeared… Then she fell face down and didn’t move. Katrina stood behind her. Katrina was smeared with soot too, and her hair was mussed, and her jacket was gone (she wore a filthy, raged sleeveless t-shirt underneath), but other than that she looked great. She looked better than great! She dusted off her hands and snarled at the Polanski sisters. I never saw two young ladies leap a 9 foot high fence before in one bound, but damn if they didn’t clear one easy as they ran away. Then Katrina went back into the building. “KATRINA!” I shouted. “What the fuck are you doing.” Out of the roar of the fire came the roar of the hog. And out came Katrina riding it. She bumped the front tire up Bertha’s ass and then rode right over her on the way to me. “Hop on!” she shouted. “Is she dead?” I asked looking at the smoldering pile of Bertha meat as Katrina helped me up. “No - just broken. Now let’s get moving before the cops arrive.” Already the sirens were close. And the fire engine was not far behind. I slipped on behind Katrina, my rod stuffed up her ass-crack. “I’m filthy.” She shouted to me as we rode off. “Let’s wash up before we go out.” I poked my dick a bit deeper into her cheeks. “Great idea!” I shouted back.