Chapter 5
The date was made by her step-mother, without Kathy's permission. There was nothing that the young girl could do, and so, she decided to go.
The excuse that Kathy's step-mother gave was that the date, a young man who just happened to live over a few estates down the road, that it would give the girl a chance to get out and socialize with young people her own age. And the thing that really got to Kathy was, was that her step-mother said it so coolly, and then blew a large plume of smoke toward the ceiling. She had said it like she knew that arranging the whole thing would be a big pain in the ass for the girl, and judging by Kathy's reaction, she was not disappointed.
The young man, a descendant from one of those Fitz-something families, had arranged to send his limo over to the Cumwot house at nine PM sharp. The young man had planned to go out for a night in the city, and if nothing else the chance to get away from the obsessive country-side appealed to Kathy.
At nine-sharp the limo arrived in the front drive of the Cumwot estate. The young man as it turned out had been delayed at some school meeting or something, and would meet the young girl at the restaurant in the city.
For the entire trip into the city Kathy sat in the large backseat bored out of her mind. She tried to talk to the driver once or twice, but he was a dried out old prune and not worth conversing with anyway.
Finally the car arrived in the city. The traffic wasn't so terribly bad and the car made excellent time as it snaked its way across town to the restaurant.
Kathy had never seen her date, but the driver had offered to point him out to her. He would simply double park the car and follow her in the restaurant.
The young man's name was Mat, and he sat at one of the more important tables, status wise, in the posh eatery. The driver very discreetly pointed him out and then exited. Kathy had hoped to get the young man to take her to a few bars and clubs after dinner, where, she hoped, she would lose him in the shuffle and then dance to dawn with more desirable types.
However, she could tell within the first five minutes of talking to the young man that he was not the type to lose track of his date. He was so attentive that it nearly turned Kathy's stomach. Every time she reached for a cigarette, he already had his lighter lit before she even placed the cancer causing tube of polluted tobacco in her mouth.
Throughout the entire night she did everything but dump his main course into his lap, and the young man still remained pleasant. He wasn't such a bad guy actually, it was just that he was so, well, wimpy, and frankly she detested him. But there was something that attracted Kathy to him as well. She loved being waited on, and now it didn't seem to matter much who waited on her. It absolutely didn't matter whether it was the pudgy little heir to one of the largest fortunes in the United States, or a common member of her own household staff. She just loved the attention.
About half way through dinner Kathy began to drop things on the floor for the pleasure of watching her date pick them up. At first she dropped her purse. Then she dropped her napkin. Then she dropped her cigarette case. Again and again the young man stooped to pick up her things. And each time he bent toward the small task a secret little thrill ran through the young girl.
The rest of the evening on the town wasn't so exciting. Every now and then the young girl would drop something just to watch Mat pick it up, and that kept the young girl occupied through two discos.
Finally it was time to go home. Mat, who had been weak about everything else that night, insisted that it was really time to go. His face screwed up into a mask of extreme agony with the effort.
On the long ride home, just for the fun of it, Kathy placed her hand in Mat's lap. The boy almost jumped out of the seat and into the front with the driver, but she kept her hand firmly planted there.
She could feel his cock rising beneath the expensive trousers that the young man wore. He actually seemed to be shaking with her touch. But he was not trembling with lust, he was trembling with fear.
"I say, Mathew, would you be terribly kind and do me a favor?" Kathy asked, putting into play the full effect of her upper-crust pronunciation.
"Oh, any old thing. Just tell me," the young man replied. He was, Kathy could tell, happy to tears for the chance to do something for her.
"Then, would you be so kind as to perform oral sex on me?" she said, stretching out the last part rather than speeding over it.
"W-what?"
"I believe you heard me correctly. I spoke slowly enough," she said, and then, so as not to give him the chance to refuse, raised her skirt up to her hips, while pressing the nearby button which sealed them into the back compartment and away from the driver.
"B-but, but, I," the young man stammered.
"Nonsense, of course you can," Kathy said and very properly slipped out of her undergarment.
The young man stared at her exposed pussy for a long time. Kathy thought that it must have been a long time since he had seen one, if ever. She gave her hips a little outward wiggle, but this had no effect on him. She was very close to being embarrassed, if not scandalized and she had to act fast. She had to rely on her instincts.
"Mathew, if you do not get down on your knees this instant and get to work on that hot steaming little snatch, then you will face the most dire consequences," she said, without any idea in her head what consequences she could possibly inflict on the young man.
The last threat however worked like a charm. In no time at all the young man was down on his knees and eating through her pussy like a rat eats through cheese.
His tongue was rapid and quick, if not overly anxious and the young girl let out moan after moan. Again and again the young man plunged his tongue into her seething pussy. Again and again the young girl thrust her hips up toward his busy tongue.
Finally Kathy grabbed Mat around the ears and forced his head deep into her wet cunt. She literally ground her cunt into his face. Again and again she lifted her hips and threatened to drown the poor boy in pussy.
"Lick it! Lick it do you hear? Come on let's see what kind of cunt lapper you really are?" Kathy nearly screamed at the young man between her legs.
He was nearly wedged in now. He was for the most part completely immobile with his head between her closed legs and further secured by her tight grip on his hair. But amazingly, he continued to lick her pussy.
She was now moving his head up and down, rubbing his face into her dripping cunt. Again and again she could feel his nose tickle and tease at her clit when she manipulated his head. He was totally without backbone and she let her do what she like to his head.
Then she could feel herself coming. She came in great long waves and several times heard the lad gasp for breath between her legs. But she showed no mercy.
When she finally let him up, he was gasping, and his face was slick with the love juice from her cunt. His face was a mask of concern. He was actually worried about whether he had pleased her or not.
Kathy was genuinely surprised when he didn't ask her to perform any act on his person, not that she would have. But it did strike her as strange. When the limo let her off at the front door to the mansion, she waved airily at him and hopped out.
She had assumed that she would never see him again.
But Kathy had assumed wrong. The next day Mathew called her up and asked the young girl if she wanted to go riding.
Kathy had been lounging for the greater part of the morning in her room, she was bored and restless, and without quite knowing why herself, she accepted his offer.
"And please, be a dear and don't send over an empty car for me. That is just so rude. You should be in the car when it arrives, and we'll drive together over to your stables," she added at the end of the conversation.
"Whatever you'd like," came the docile answer.
Kathy was already at the door when she saw the car pull up the long winding drive. She was wearing a complete riding habit, and the tight breeches and frilly shirt fit her to a T.
The trip over to the stables was made in almost complete silence. The two really didn't have any more to say to each other than they had the night before. And for a short time Kathy had begun to think that her accepting the offer was a horrid mistake.
Her fears were compounded when they arrived at the stable and learned that the stable manager had taken ill suddenly and the stable-boy had to drive him to the hospital.
"Well, it just looks like I'll have to saddle the animals myself," Mat said with a thin smile.
He had the most disgustingly thin lips, Kathy noticed.
The young man lead two horses from their stalls and then retreated back into the tack room for two saddles and two bits.
While Mathew was gone, Kathy took the time to study the horses, they were lazy looking things. Pretty and well groomed of course, but no fire twinkled in their eyes. They looked as dull as Mathew did.
Suddenly the young girl gave the horse nearest her a good wack with her riding crop. The horse let out a terrific whinny and went up on its hind legs.
This greatly amused Kathy and was thinking about doing it again, when she heard the door to the tack room slam.
"Ah, if only I could whip some life into Mathew," she said to herself, lightly testing the weight of the crop on her gloved hand.
Then she had an idea. She bet herself that she could indeed whip some life into the spineless little jellyfish. In fact, that was probably just what he needed.
When Mathew approached Kathy with his arms full of leather he once again smiled thinly.
"I'll have these two ready to go in no time," he said, letting just a hint of enthusiasm creep into his voice.
The saddles and bits were dropped to the floor. They formed a mess of intertwining leather thongs that looked impossible to get untangled.
As Mathew leaned down to begin the long task, Kathy gave him a good wack on the behind with the whip.
"Hey! What was that for?" the young man said, springing to his feet and rubbing his bottom.
"That, was for being such a rotten pussy licker," she answered coldly.
"Yeah, but you didn't seem to mind so much last night," came the sharp retort.
"Last night was last night. Today is today," Came the mysterious answer.
"Well, okay," Mathew said, and then bent back to his task, thinking that he had received his punishment.
"Craaaaaaaaack," once again the whip smacked across his tightly bound ass. And once again he leaped to face his attacker.
"Now, I want to see if you can do a better job of it now," Kathy said, standing with her feet wide apart, the whip lightly tapping on the seam of her pants.
"Here? Now?"
"Yes, here. Yes, now," she said, reaching to her zipper that ran up the front of her breeches.
In no time at all Kathy had removed her boots and her pants. She lead the young man to an empty stall and reclined on the soft, new hay.
"Okay, let's see what you can do," she said to the young man, who still had a blank look on his face.
Slowly he leaned toward the gaping pussy. He moved slowly and carefully, as if he expected the orifice to bite him.
He began licking her slowly, working his way up to her clit, trying to tease her with his tongue.
"Waaaaaaack," the whip came down across his back.
"Hey! What was that ... "
"Work faster, or you'll get more of the same," Kathy said, her voice now as hard as tempered steel.
He worked harder. His tongue moved directly toward the clit and fluttered up and down the length of her pussy.
"Craaaaack," the whip once again whistled across his back.
This time the young man said nothing, but merely increased his pace. Faster and faster he sent his tongue flying across her pussy. She was now writhing and moaning in pleasure. But once again she sent the whip across his back.
And then she whipped him again.
And again.
And again.
The whip was now flying through the air at a steady rate. She whipped him to keep him moving his tongue moving across her pussy at a breakneck speed. Again again she whipped the young heir, leaving large welts across his back, criss-crossed like a county road map.
Then she was coming. This time however she did not hold his head to her pussy. This time she merely began to whip the boy furiously. Again and again the whip sailed through the air, and each time it made contact with his back it seemed to inject his tongue with a new-found energy.
When her orgasm was through, she pushed the young man off of her. He sat in the opposite corner of the stall and watched her dress. She noticed that unlike last night, he had an erection. It was clearly in evidence through the tight material of his riding pants.
"You have a little something on the front of your pants," Kathy said coolly as she slipped on her boots.
The boy checked the front of his pants for stains and then realized what she was talking about.
"Here, let me see it," she then said.
The boy was only too eager to comply. He slowly got to his feet and unzipped his pants.
It was a good sized cock. Not as large as Sal's but quite respectable. It was a lawyer's cock. Or a doctor's cock. It was the cock of a college professor.
The young man took a step toward the girl, assuming that she would do something to eliminate the hardon.
"And where are you going?" she asked in a tone that stopped him in his tracks.
He was speechless.
"You don't actually believe that I have any intentions of touching that filthy little thing do you," she said, reaching out with the end of her whip and touching the very tip of his hard pecker.
He didn't answer.
"Well, I simply can't do a thing about that. I mean, look at it. It's positively disgusting," she said, and in saying so, thought that perhaps she had gone a little bit too far. But no.
"Well, then, w-what should I do?" he asked in a sincere voice. A voice of the slave.
"Well, don't just stand there, go over into that corner and relieve yourself," Kathy said.
"I beg your pardon?" he asked.
"I said go over into that corner and do yourself. I don't have the foggiest idea of how you do yourself, but kindly please do, so that I don't have to hear all of you complaining for the rest of the day," she answered back at him sharply.
Very sharply!
"You mean, you want me to ... "
"That's correct. What on earth could I possibly mean?"
"But, I couldn't, I mean not with you, I mean ... " he stammered.
"Oh, but you will. I like to watch. I'd like to watch you do yourself. You know I've never seen how it's done before," she said, letting just the faintest traces of amusement to creep into her voice.
Slowly the young man began to jerk himself off. His hand moved self-consciously up and down his shaft. It began in a kind of a broken pace, but soon settled down so that he was moving in long regular strokes.
In absolutely, positively, truly no time at all he was shooting long milky jets a good two feet across the stall and into the new hay.
The excitement was intense and in no time.
"Okay, very good, now put it away," Kathy said when the last spurt had left his cock.
"But, but it's all sticky now," he said, and as if to demonstrate moved a hand away from his still stiff cock and left a long trail of milky come behind.
"That's utterly disgusting. Please put it away or I shall be sick," the young girl said.
The young man, faced with no other choice, put his sticky, come-soaked cock away. It shrunk rapidly once it was inside his riding pants.
The two then had a pleasant enough ride. Every so often Kath would reach out with her whip and give Mathew a hard blow across the leg. Each time she would do this, his horse would be sent into a panic and go running uncontrollably off across the fields, with its rider shouting useless "whoas!" into the distance.
Aside from these instances, Kathy hardly spoke to him. He would beg for attention with every question he asked her about herself, and she would rebuff him at every turn. Again and again she would put him down, but he would still come back for more.
At the end of the afternoon, Kathy suddenly realized that he was the perfect slave. She could actually do anything she wanted to the young man, and he would obey, or allow himself be subjected to it. He was the perfect toy.
This discovery greatly improved her spirits. So much so, that she actually invited him to dinner in a few days. She knew that her step-mother would probably put up a fuss, but what the hell. She was entitled to some fun too.
In fact, her grandmother wasn't at all mad at Kathy for inviting Mathew for dinner. She simply said, "That will be fine, my dear," and shot a cloud of smoke at the ceiling.