Kat pulled up to her boyfriend's house, her old silver Camry looked out of place in the street full of large houses and shiny new cars. She gave herself a quick once over in the rearview mirror as she pulled her wavy blonde hair up into a messy bun and ran a finger over the smudged eyeliner framing her grey eyes. Kat took a deep breath before she grabbed her small backpack from the passenger seat and opened the car door. She could almost feel the judgement from the other residents at her beaten up ride, ratty converse sneakers, frayed denim mini skirt and low-cut top.
Feeling like an outsider was nothing new for Kat, the stark contrast between her appearance and the affluent neighbourhood only heightened that sense of not belonging. Her boyfriend Dean somehow managed to effortlessly stumble into luck at every turn, which is how he'd managed to find himself with his current living arrangements. During his work placement at university, Dean had become fast friends with Matt, and it was in his house that Dean was currently residing.
Trudging up to the front door of arguably one of the nicest houses on the street, Kat reached the entrance quickly to find Matt in the doorway. A wicked grin spread across his face showcasing his dimples, his muscular frame filled the space as he towered over her, blue eyes sparkling in the sunlight.
"What's the password, Kitty Kat?" teased Matt.
Groaning Kat tried to push past him, her slim frame not strong enough to move him so much as an inch. She shot Matt a disapproving glare. "Password? Seriously?" Kat let out an exasperated sigh, and questioned why this man with his relentless teasing bothered her so much.
As Matt stepped aside, allowing her entry, Kat felt her irritation rising, and Matt's smug grin didn't help. Dean appeared from the living room, brushing his sandy brown hair from his forehead, his smile widened as he enveloped Kat in a bear hug. "Hey Babe, glad you could make it," his pale blue eyes lit up with joy as he bent down to give his girlfriend a kiss.
Kat felt some of her tension ease as she returned Dean's kiss. Looking at both men she felt especially small, each of them at 6 foot tall dwarfed her petite 5'3" frame. Dean on the lankier side and Matt much more athletic, a stark contrast between their builds. Matt usually had his choice of the ladies, but Kat saw straight through his 'charm' for the arrogance and cockiness it truly was.
"Well, I'll leave you two lovebirds," Matt said with a wink as he disappeared back to his room.
Wrapping her in a bear hug, Dean kissed the top of Kat's head before releasing her to grab her hand and pull her through to the living room. Resisting the tug, Kat's eyes wandered around the house taking in the lavish surroundings, everything spotless and tastefully decorated. She returned her focus to her boyfriend and let him guide her to a plush leather couch.
"Movie?" Dean asked cheerfully, pushing her gently onto the chair as he leant down to give Kat another kiss, deepening it as he lowered himself on top of her.
"Sure," she replied breathlessly. Kat felt slightly uneasy at the thought Matt could re-join them at any time.
The couple paid little attention to the movie that played in the background, focused instead on each other. Dean nuzzled Kat's neck as he pulled her into his lap, his hand slipping under her skirt to grope her tight round ass, his kisses trailing lower until he reached the line of her shirt. Kat panted heavily as she arched her back, her hands running down Dean's shoulders and across his chest. Reaching up with one hand, Dean pulled at Kat's top exposing her firm breasts which sprung easily from the low-cut top.
A loud cough from Matt's room brought Kat back to reality and she quickly covered herself. "Let's go to your room." Groaning at the interruption Dean begrudgingly agreed and carried Kat off to his room.
It was a short distance, however opening the door to Dean's room was like opening a portal to another world. Unlike the rest of the house there was no artful decor or immaculate cleanliness. Piles of clothes, an unmade bed, and video game posters adorning the walls made it clear that this room was Dean's.
Lowering her gently to the bed the pair's lips met with a fiery passion, secure in the privacy of their own space hands roamed freely pushing and pulling at each other in their eagerness. Eyes glowing with need Dean pulled Kat's shirt over her head, briefly admiring the view before he dropped his head to her chest taking her nipple in his mouth, tongue dancing across the top as he sucked gently. Kat moaned lifting her hips towards him in desire. Spreading her legs with his knees Dean wrapped one hand behind her neck while the other ran down the length of her body and between her legs. Pushing aside her panties he slipped a finger insider her, quickly adding further digits as she grew wetter with each pump.
"I want you to be rougher," Kat panted, "Pin me down and take me."
Dean shook his head, "No baby."
"Please," she begged, "At least hold my wrists so I can't move my arms."
Withdrawing his fingers, Dean rocked back on his heels. He looked down at his gorgeous girlfriend, tits out, legs spread with her skirt hiked up to reveal her damp panties. "I can't... but I know something else you'd like."
Trailing kisses down her torso he unbuttoned her skirt and pulled it down along with her thong, exposing her completely. Swirling his tongue quickly over her clit as Kat bucked her hips, he worked to undo his own jeans. He ran his mouth back up her body giving further attention to her nipples. "Roll over," Dean whispered in her ear as he manoeuvred out of his own clothes.
Disappointed, Kat rolled over, then lifted herself up to be on all fours. She desperately wanted her boyfriend to act in a more dominant manner and maybe get just a little bit kinky, but he was steadfastly against the idea. Not that there was anything wrong with their sex life, it was certainly enjoyable, doing her from behind was just as wild as Dean got.
Glancing over her shoulder Kat admired the sight of the boyfriend's cock standing at attention. "What are you waiting for?" she teased wiggling her ass at him with a sultry smile. Needing no further invitation Dean lined himself up with her soaking wet pussy, put his hands on her hips and thrust deeply.
"Fuck, you feel so good," he groaned slamming into her while pulling her back onto his dick, his hands gripping her tightly. Kat moaned in encouragement rolling her hips back wanting to feel him buried to the hilt in her pussy.
"Yes, oh God, yes," she cried as she felt his balls slapping against her, Dean rode her hard with frenzied desire. Realising how close he already was to exploding he slowed the pace. Kat let out a disappointed mewl until he reached down to her clit rubbing in gentle circles. Watching her writhe under him and hearing her passionate cries Dean truly wondered how he'd managed to get so lucky.
Knowing she was close Dean sped up again driving his cock hard into Kat, her pussy quivered as she approached the edge. Increasing the pace of both his thrusts and thumb he shot his load, cum pumping into her toppled Kat over into orgasm. The pulsing of her muscles milked him further until he was completely spent.
Dean eased his cock out slowly, the heightened sensitivity from just blowing his load made the small quivers of the still pulsing pussy around him almost painful. Sighing in satisfaction Kat reached over and grabbed a cloth to clean herself up, her boyfriend's cum and juices leaked down her legs as she raced to stop them dripping over the bed. She stumbled toward the ensuite to clean herself up properly, legs shaky from the power of her earlier orgasm. Flopping onto the bed, Dean grinned goofily trying not to doze off before Kat returned.
After finishing in the bathroom, Kat pulled her thong panties back on as she made her way over to the bed and collapsed beside her spent boyfriend. Cuddling up the couple were soon sleeping off the exertion.
Kat awoke sometime later to a darkened room feeling parched. She glanced over at the form of her sleeping boyfriend, a faint smile touching her lips before she grabbed her robe. Catching a glimpse of herself in the mirror with her just fucked hair, short satin robe and bare feet she considered putting on something more decent before heading out to the main part of the house. Finally deciding against it due to the late hour she crept quietly to the door, opened it gently and walked to the kitchen.
After her second glass of water, Kat sensed someone behind her. Before she could react, a blindfold was over her eyes, her robe removed, and her hands were guided to rest on the marble countertop. Leaning against the bench, wearing only her thong panties and a blindfold, Kat felt incredibly exposed. Strong hands gripped her hips, pulling them back to rest her ass against the jean clad groin of the man behind her. She could feel his excitement pressed into her.
Fear gripped Kat, stealing her voice. She felt a bare chest against her naked back and the hands moved from her hips to the tops of her hands, detouring along the curves of her body on the way.
"Shhhh," he whispered in her ear. The voice was calming and not menacing in the slightest. Kat realised it must be Dean, finally playing out one of her fantasies. A thrill shot through her as her nipples hardened, and she could feel the wetness between her legs.
