17. Kitten

There’sonethingI know for sure, and that is that Tyler Foster will never feel like my teacher ever again. This may be just sex, and I might be feeling alone in the way I feel, but we have definitely gone past the point of no return.

I feel like I just had a therapy session that involved sex. Like, what the hell? If I knew that existed, I would have ditched my traditional therapy sessions years ago. And yes, Tyler may have only got to the bottom of one of my many worries, but shit, I’ll spill all of my worries and secrets if he edge’s me all day, every day.

Ok. That’s a lie. There’s one secret I won’t reveal to him or anyone. He can edge me all he wants. He will never get that secret out of me.

To say we are late to the Feast is an understatement. I quickly paint my face—not my best sugar skull artwork, but good enough to still look good and hide my identity—and Tyler cleans me up while I get to work. I should probably feel embarrassed that he spends a good amount of time cleaning Kitty, but I don’t. The little horn bag even starts to get aroused again, so I have to get him to stop. Otherwise, we will miss the entire night.

Once my face is complete, Tyler helps me dress into the purple corset number that Master Hill left for me. Master Hill likes me in purple, and it’s beginning to piss me off because it’s my favourite colour, and I’m starting to hate it.

By the time we walk through the entrance of Vixen’s Lodge, the party is well underway. Brock meets us, taking our coats, and I can tell by the way his brows lift that he’s surprised we are arriving together. Not once have I walked through the door with an escort, so I understand why it must seem odd.

We hurry through to the cocktail lounge and scoop up a glass of bubbles each. As I drink the bubbles down, I take one last look at Tyler, who is now Skipper with his face masked in red leather, hiding his identity. Only his lips and eyes are visible, and those eyes linger on mine a little too long, but I can’t bring myself to break the connection first.

“Here we go, Kitten. Time to play.”

His raspy voice takes my mind back to the barn only minutes earlier, and for some strange reason, I have the urge to grab his hand and head back out the way we came. I don’t, though. Tyler Foster is my sponsor and nothing more. We fuck other people, and as of Sunday night, we fuck each other as well, but that’s it.

Tyler Foster is also like… old.

You can’t keep him, Rhys!

Making our way down the hall, the steady thrum of the music mingles with moaning, and my heart starts racing. I watch Tyler’s naked back disappear ahead of me as he moves into the crowded room, and I deliberately walk in the opposite direction, trying not to think about him fucking someone else.

“Kitten!” Madam Vik’s voice is unmistakable. Shit, it’s like she watches the entrance, ready to pounce. After having Tyler only minutes ago, I really can’t bring myself to lower my standards. Ugh. What if she wants me to eat her out? Ew. I just can’t. Not tonight.

As I get closer to the pile of withering bodies surrounding the main couch, I can see Madam Vik sprawled out, legs spread wide as my Casanova fucks her hard.

Wait.

Not my Casanova.

Jesus, get a grip, Rhys!

Shaun’s head turns to the side, and I see those familiar steel-grey eyes peer up at me, surrounded by the same black leather mask he had on Sunday night. His thrusts don’t stop as he watches me but pick up speed, his eyes following me as I move closer.

“Kitten. I’m thirsty. Bring that sweet pussy over here so I can drink you.” Madam Vik never shies away from what she wants, and just like on Sunday night, I know I’m going to have to give her what she wants before I can go off and have some real fun.

“Of course, Madam.” I smile at her, stepping up beside her and Cass.

“Throw your leg over, honey. Piss in my mouth.”

Ah… What?

I thought she meant…

She can’t be serious?

Madam Vik must be able to read my expression. “Don’t make me ask twice, Kitten. I’m thirsty, and I haven’t drunk you before. Give me what you’ve got.” Then the old bat licks her lips.

I fight the shiver that’s desperate to escape, and luckily, I win. Madam Vik wouldn’t take too kindly to me responding that way.

“Ah… I’m not really into that. Sorry, Madam. Is there something else I can do for you?” I shuffle on the spot, glancing up to see several eyes on me. Moxie is in the corner, her usual corner, getting fucked by a chick with a strap-on, but her focus is on me as I stand awkwardly.

Madam Vik’s eyes darken in anger, and she darts her hands out, grabbing onto Shaun’s hips to halt his thrusts.

“Do I have to remind you of your duty here, Kitten?” Madam Vik’s words a quiet, but they carry an unspoken threat.

For fuck’s sake. Is she really going to make me pee in her mouth?

Oh my god! What if she wants to pee in my mouth?

Uh-uh. No fucking way!

“N-no, Madam. I just haven’t done that before. I’m…” I can’t fucking speak. I’ve done a lot of stuff, but never this. It’s never been on my radar before, and I’m pretty sure it never will be.

“How about I show Kitten how it’s done, Madam?” Moxie’s voice comes from behind me, and I glance over my shoulder to see her pink masked face. Oh, thank fuck.

“That’s nice of you to offer, Moxie, but I’ve drunk you before. I want something new tonight, and that’s Kitten.” Madam Vik turns her furious glare to me.

“Kitten, I’ll help you. It’s ok. You’ll be fine.” Moxie’s words are quiet next to my ear so only I can hear, so I nod, and Madam Vik’s face relaxes into a smile.

She loosens her grip on Shaun’s hips and waves her hand in the air for him to continue while Moxie runs her hands down my body until she gets to the purple lace G-string I’m wearing.

“Bend over a little Kitten,” Moxie says as she drags the thin scrap of lace over my arse.

Doing as she asks, I tilt forward a little, which means I’m now leaning over Vik’s writhing body, obstructing her view of Shaun.

“I’m not gonna lie, Kitten.” Shaun’s husky voice is low, so only I hear as he thrusts into Madam Vik’s. “Thinking about you pissing in her mouth has me about ready to come.”

Well shit. Now I actually want to do this.

Stepping out of my G-string, I look up to find Tyler standing behind the couch, his eyes assessing the situation.

“Hello, Skipper. Have you come to watch Kitten give her first Golden Shower?” Madam Vik’s voice is full of excitement.

“I’ve come to make sure my liege is feeling comfortable.” His voice is firm and unapologetic, while his eyes hold determination as he glares at Vik in challenge.

He’s giving me a way out. If I say I’m not comfortable, he will support me. I’m unsure if I should do this, but Shaun’s words egg me on.

“Would you like me to do this, Skipper?” I really want to say daddy, but I kind of want to keep that between us now, with everything that’s happened.

Tyler’s blue eyes flare at my question, and I drop my gaze to watch his dick harden before my eyes. I don’t know when he took his boxers off, but I’m fucking happy he did. Leaning forward, Skipper braces his hands on the back of the couch, not caring about the growing audience.

“Yes.” The rasp in his voice makes Kitty purr, “But only if you are comfortable with it.”

Well, fuck, I’m going to make myself comfortable with it. If both my guys find this a turn on to watch, then I’m not going to deny them.

They aren’t your guys, Rhys!

I nod and turn my eyes to Madam Vik, who’s now rubbing her own clit with her fingers as Shaun picks up the pace. “Are you ready for a drink, Madam?”

Her smile is broad, and she nods eagerly. I can’t fight the shudder this time, but Moxie grabs each of my shoulders from behind and leads the way, effectively hiding my reaction. I’ll have to remember to thank her later.

With Moxie’s help, I move into position. Still facing Shaun, I throw one leg over Madam Vik’s head, resting my knee on the cushions, hovering over her mouth. I’m thankful that I’m facing away from her gaze. I don’t want to look into her eyes while I pee in her mouth. This is way out of my comfort zone as it is, but if I have to see her while I do it, I’ll probably vom!

I feel Madam Vik’s tongue brush over my folds as she lifts her head a little before she rests it back on the couch again. “I’m ready, Kitten.”

I brace one hand on the back of the couch, and warmth spreads through me when Tyler lays his strong hand over the top of mine. He is showing his support. Reminding me I’m not alone, and my chest fills with something more than butterflies. I’m not sure what this feeling is. It feels both wonderful and terrifying.

My hand is taken by someone else, and I look away from Tyler’s hand to see that Moxie has it in her grip. She offers me a warm smile, giving her head a slight nod, showing me she, too, is here for me.

I take a quick glance around at the growing audience, and I don’t miss the fact that Master Hill is lurking nearby, his eyes glued onto me as he rearranges the crotch of his black suit pants. His stare brings back memories of someone I don’t want to think about. Not here. Not now in this situation. Or Ever.

The sinister eyes of predators are all the same. It’s the heat in their stare. The way their nostrils flare. The way they lick their lips. They do these things at the most inappropriate times, not able to hide their reaction.

A chill runs up my spine as I mentally shake myself to ignore that the creep is there watching everything I’m doing to his wife, and I try to focus on something good.

My eyes land on Tyler, who is stroking his cock as he watches on, and then move to Shaun to see his eyes are directed between my legs to my parted folds, waiting to see the evidence of what I’m doing.

A flush travels up my chest as a wave of embarrassment hits me. I’ve never felt embarrassed with all the eyes on me before. It’s a strange sensation, and I’m thankful no one can see the colour of my skin under the painted mask. I don’t think I’ve ever peed in front of someone before.

“It’s ok, Kitten. Close your eyes if it helps to concentrate.” Moxie whispers in my ear, so I nod, letting my lids fall shut. After a few moments, I feel myself relax, and the warm fluid starts to slowly stream from me as I empty my bladder.

Loud moans dance through the air as I pee. Curious to see everyone’s reactions, I pry my eyes open to see Tyler bending forward a little over the back of the couch to get a better view, while Shaun is slamming hard into Vik as she mashes her clit like crazy.

Crazy. That’s a good fucking word for what’s happening right now. I’m definitely not into this, but fuck, I love how turned-on Shaun and Tyler are. Others around us are too. Even Moxie is rubbing the heel of her palm over her clit.

The next moment, Vik’s orgasm must hit her hard because she starts withering around like she’s having a fucking seizure, and my pee starts going everywhere but in her mouth. That’s when the moans of ecstasy sound around the room increase, and Shaun throws his head back as he reaches his climax.

“Kitten!” Tyler’s voice is demanding, and I shoot my eyes to him immediately. “Bend forward. Open your mouth.”

I don’t hesitate, doing what my sponsor asks just in time to catch his cum as it pulses from his engorged cock. His load is too much for me to swallow in one, so by the time he’s done, his white cum oozes from my lips and down my chin.

I may not have had an O myself just now, but fuck, if that wasn’t fun watching everyone else get there. This is what I love about coming here. Yes, what I did wasn’t my thing, but clearly, most around us fucking loved it. Where else can they do something like this? I bet if they have husbands or wives, they can’t do this sort of stuff with them. And man, how sad is that?

As Moxie helps me move off Vik’s face while someone hands Madam Vik a towel so she can dry my piss from her face and hair, Master Hill walks slowly past, keeping his eyes on me the whole time. He doesn’t look at anyone else. Not Shaun, or Tyler, or Moxie, or even his wife. Just me, going so far as to turn his head back over his shoulder so he can maintain his view of me until he leaves the room.

I feel dirty. Not just because I pissed in someone’s mouth just now, but because the lingering gaze of Master Hill is making my skin crawl.

Others move in around us, eager to get to Madam Vik. God knows why. I don’t mind, though. It gives me, Shaun, Tyler and Moxie, whose real name is Agatha, a chance to flee. And flee, we do. We can’t seem to dart through the crowd fast enough, eager to escape the crowd as we move out to the jacuzzi retreat, and I try to push all thoughts of Master Fuck Face to the back of my mind.

We are laughing by the time we stop in front of the self-serve bar, where Tyler hands me a coke, and I guzzle it down eagerly.

“I just gotta tell you right now,” I gasp as the fizz works its way down, “if you ask to piss in my mouth, I will dick punch you!”

My words make them all laugh, and a lightness sweeps over me. It’s nice having Tyler and Shaun here by my side. I’m used to being around Moxie at the Feast nights. We usually hook up for some girl-on-girl action, but aside from that, I tend to be on my own, fending for myself.

“Not your thing, Kitten?” Shaun asks teasingly, and I shoot him a glare.

“Absolutely not!”

“What if he wants you to piss in his mouth, Kitten? Would you?” Tyler’s question throws me. As far as Moxie knows, we are all strangers. She has no idea that Skipper is my teacher and Casanova is my school friend. I don’t want to give away that we know each other, but it’s hard not to act familiar with each other.

I glance at Shaun and screw my nose up. “You wouldn’t want that. Would you?”

He shrugs. “I dunno. I’m not ruling it out.” Then he shoots me a wink.

“Ok. This conversation is fucked up! I’m taking a dip.” I walk off on their laughter and climb down into the empty jacuzzi, the hot water feeling amazing on my skin as I step in. When the laughter dies down behind me, I turn to see three sets of eyes on me, watching my every move.

Still standing in the waist height of bubbling water, I reach back and unclasp my corset, tossing it over the edge of the spa once it’s free.

“Who wants to join me?”

Moxie’s grin stretches wide as she approaches me, her caramel eyes alight with mischief peering through the pink and white floral mask. It’s a cute mask that leaves the bottom of her face free while it covers the top part and has a slit in the back for her light brown ponytail to hang free.

“May I join you, Kitten?” It’s cute that she asks for permission even though we tend to hook up most Feast nights. But that’s the rules, and Moxie always asks.

“Please,” I respond to her, lowering myself a little more in the water.

Behind Moxie, I can see Shaun and Tyler watching on and quietly talking. What do those two have to chat about? Oooh! Maybe they want to hook up. A bit of guy-on-guy action. Fuck, why does the thought of seeing them together sound so hot?

“What is Kitten smirking at?” Moxie asks as she eases herself into the water before me.

“Well, if you must know. I was just imagining Skipper and Casanova fucking each other.”

Moxie giggles while Shaun spits out his mouthful of drink, and Tyler’s brows lift, disappearing under his red mask. I burst out laughing, and Tyler growls, approaching the jacuzzi.

“Have you ever seen me fucking a guy, Kitten?”

“No,” I shrug, “It doesn’t mean you haven’t.”

“Well, let me clear it up for you. The only dick I like is my own. And the only arse I fuck has a pussy in front of it. Not a set of balls!”

My insides clench in arousal at his admission of fucking arse. I don’t know why. I’ve managed to keep that part of me a virgin. Surprisingly. To me, that region almost seems sacred—something not given over easily. Something shared with someone special.

Fucking hell that sounds so ridiculous. That’s what I was meant to do with my actual virginity, or so I learned when I got a little older. Girls grow up thinking that they should keep their virginity until they find that one special person to give it to. When I lost mine, I didn’t even know what the word virginity was. Maybe that’s why I hold my anal v-card so close? Let’s be honest, though. I’m never going to have that special person to give it to. When I do hand that bad boy over, I probably won’t even see the person again.

“How about you, Casanova? Ever fucked another guy?” Moxie asks, and I shake my thoughts away, turning my eyes to Shaun as he comes to stand next to Tyler.

“Not yet.” He grins. Not an ounce of shame in his tone, as if he’s not ruling it out.

“I think I just came,” I whisper yell playfully, causing Shaun’s grin to broaden.

“You like the thought of me fucking a guy, Kitten?” He asks, his cockiness coming out in his tone.

“Fuck yes!” I dart my eyes to Tyler.

“Would you do that for me, Daddy? Would you bend over and let Cass fuck you so I can watch?”

“No!” He hisses, and we all laugh at his visible discomfort. Poor Tyler looks mortified.

Moxie shifts behind me as I calm my laughter, and she starts peppering kisses over my bare shoulder and up my neck as she weaves her hand around my front to cup my breast. It feels so fucking good to feel her delicate lips brush across my skin and the softness of her skin on mine. It’s a clear contrast to having a guy do the same thing, which just adds to how excited it makes Kitty.

Tyler and Shaun are still standing outside the spa, but they are watching on with piqued interest, and my hungry eyes dance between both of their growing erections. Even though my Kitty is submerged in steamy hot water right now, I can still feel the wet heat between my legs.

“They like watching you.” Moxie whispers in my ear before latching onto my lobe, sending a shiver up my spine. She tweaks my nipple, making it pebble hard, and her other hand snakes around to brush over my mound.

I release my moan, wanting the guys to hear it, as I push Kitty up out of the water, seeking some friction from Moxie’s hand. She doesn’t leave me hanging, cupping my Kitty and pressing the heel of her palm against my clit.

This time when I moan so do Moxie, Shaun and Tyler. Both the guys instantly grip their own cocks, and I desperately want to tell them to swap and take each other’s, but I don’t want to scare Tyler away.

He’s not normally so involved in my playtime. Sometimes when I’m in the throes of sex, mingled and entwined in a mountain of bodies, he makes a brief appearance, like he’s checking that I’m being treated right. And yes, I have often teased him, trying to get him to step over the line, mainly because I’m a brat, but I knew he wouldn’t do it. Now, however, since Master Hill forced us to be together on Sunday night, here he is, not just checking on me but interacting. I kinda love it, just as much as I love the private punishment he dealt me earlier. It was unexpected, but fuck, it just makes me want to be a very naughty girl in Health class. He’s going to regret making my punishment so fucking enticing!

“Shall we play with some toys, Kitten?” Moxie asks, and I nod. “Dildo or vibrator?”

“Dildo. Choose one that’s nice and thick.” My words are for Moxie, but I keep my eyes on the guys and revel in the way Shaun curses under his breath at the mention of the dildo.

“Can you help us out, Skipper?” Moxie gains Tyler’s attention. “Can you grab a girthy dildo for Kitten?”

His smirk is almost sinister when he nods and turns to go to the toy bank. Just the thought of him standing there checking out the dildos and choosing one for me has me slick with need.

“Let’s move you to the ledge in the corner.” Moxie whispers before nipping my ear. Then she drops her hold on me, and I move to the corner where a small ledge sits just below the water level. It’s the perfect height to prop your arse on, which is what I do, spreading my legs to give the room a good view.

Shaun situates himself across from me on the edge of the spa, dangling his legs in, still slowly pumping his hard dick, his gaze roaming over my body before meeting my eyes.

“You’re fucking perfect, Kitten.”

And now I’m burning up. The fucker knows I’m not good with compliments. So naturally, I shift the convo to a place I feel more comfortable.

“My Kitty is perfect, isn’t it?” I lick my lips and watch his grin.

“It’s as perfect as the rest of you.”

Motherfucker! I bare my teeth and hiss at him, causing him to chuckle.

“I’m not going to stop reminding you of how beautiful you are, so get used to it.”

“Well, Cass, I hope you like jerking yourself off because that’s the only action you’ll be getting!”

Moxie joins Shaun, laughing, even though I don’t think it’s funny.

“What’s so funny?” Tyler asks, returning to the room carrying two dildos.

“You are if you think that monster will fit inside me!” My eyes are practically bulging out of my head as I cringe at the monstrosity in his hand.

“Come on, Kitten. We’ll lube it up nice and good.” Tyler tries to hide his smirk, but that just makes Moxie and Shaun laugh even harder.

“Oh, you’re a bunch of funny fuckers tonight, aren’t you!” I hiss as I watch Tyler sit the giant thing on the edge of the spa.

“It’s ok, Kitten. I actually got the big one for Casanova. Thought he might like to take it up his arse.”

That shuts Shaun up, but not Moxie, who is clutching her bare stomach.

“Keep that fucking thing away from me!” Shaun points at it like it’s going to attack him any second.

Coming around the outside of the tub, Tyler ignores Shaun holding out a much more suitable sized dildo to me.

“This do, Kitten?”

I grin. “Perfect, daddy.” I take the black rubber object from him as a low growl rumbles from his chest. He secretly likes me calling him daddy. I just know it.

The dildo has a suction cup at the bottom, so I hand it off to Moxie as I stand, and she holds it up as Tyler squeezes lube over it, rubbing his hand up and down the length of it to get good coverage.

Sweet baby Jesus, that sight gets my Kitty circling with her tail flitting from side to side. Tyler is a tall guy, built like a pro athlete with large hands. Watching him run them over the dildo makes me gush. My eyes dart over to Shaun, who grins knowingly at me, and I bite my bottom lip. I bet he thought Tyler’s hand running over the black rubber looked fucking hot as well.

When Moxie has the suction in place, I straddle the ledge, putting my feet on the jacuzzi seats under the water. Then I slowly lower myself down. Moxie and Tyler take each of my arms, supporting me, keeping me steady as I slowly stretch around the thick shaft. I take my time, so Kitty can adjust. Tyler really did choose a girthy toy for me. It burns a little as I sink down, but the desperate ache deep inside fuels me to keep going.

I moan as I finish taking the black object as far as my body will allow, and Tyler moves behind me to help hold me up. I let myself relax back against him a little and watch as Moxie stands before me. Then she leans in for a kiss.

Her lips are sweet, thin, and soft. There are no scratchy whiskers like you get from kissing a guy, just smooth skin that feels like silk. When her tongue darts into my mouth, my hips move on their own accord in a slow rhythmic rise and fall. Our kiss deepens, and Moxie clasps my head as my hands wander up her flawless skin to find the round swell of her tits. I feel her pebbled nipple under my touch. Firm. Straining. Needy.

The rougher surface of Tyler’s hand makes itself known, sliding between my body and Moxie’s, pinching my nipple. I gasp into Moxie’s mouth, and she breaks the kiss, slowly shifting down to take my other nipple in her mouth.

As I continue rising and falling on the dildo, feeling the most addictive fullness, Shaun’s black leather mask comes into view. His steel-grey eyes are wide with excitement, and the grip he has on his cock looks almost painful.

Stretching my hand toward him, he doesn’t hesitate, sliding into the water, slowly walking to me. Once he reaches us, he grabs my chin and steals his own kiss, successfully rendering my mind a blank canvas of nothing but pleasure and sensation. The feel of Tyler’s breath on my ear on one side, Shaun’s breath on my cheek on the other side, and Moxie’s tongue as it glides down to my aching clit is all too much, yet not enough. Having the three of them touching me, worshipping me, is mind-blowing.

There are so many sensations right now. So many hands and tongues. Pleasure shooting from my nipples, pulsing at my clit, throbbing in my core. It’s fucking brilliant, and I know I’m not going to last much longer.

Thinking too soon, in a surge of pleasure that comes from nowhere, I erupt in a gripping wave of ecstasy that is so intense, I momentarily see stars. I scream, although I can hardly hear it with the blood coursing through my veins. Then, as I come down from my extreme high, which should have me sated and lethargic, something happens. It’s like a switch is flicked in my brain, having the opposite reaction.

I quickly rise off the dildo, the movement pushing everyone back to stare at me in confusion. Then, like a possessed animal, I bare my teeth and leap on Shaun.