Stroker Ace Page 3

  That woke her up and she lurched at that goddess bitch who thought she could just waltz in and take her husband away. She almost spat, irritated beyond belief at how calm Kitty was, how sure of herself and her right to just touch Evan as she pleased.

  “Listen here, whore!” Her voice got to a high pitched squeal. All the blood had rushed to her face and decreased her beauty. “I don’t know what game you are playing but…”

  As lazy and relaxed as she was the moment when Annabelle opened her mouth Kitty’s hand darted for the back of her neck like a viper snake. The petite woman let a loud gasp as her guest pulled a few tresses of her elegant hairstyle and yanked them back as if they were reigns. She made a mewling sound and Kitty laughed in condescending manner reaching out for Annabelle’s thin wrist

  “You know what, sweetheart, your bitch act is really transparent.” Just now Annabelle realized how much taller the other woman was, she was practically hovering over her body. The sense of thrill and helplessness overwhelmed her, battling with the anger in her system. Kitty traced her long fingernail along Annabelle’s cheek and ran it down her neck till she reached her heaving tits. “I’ve dealt with some real bitches and let me tell you what, Annie, they’ll eat you for breakfast.” She kissed her captive’s ear and whispered in it. “All I will tell you is that in the end they were at my feet, tamed and purring like kittens. So don’t think you even stand a chance. You’re not a bitch.” Kitty grabbed Annabelle’s small ass through the pencil skirt and squeezed it tightly making her moan against her will. The poor thing was so shocked by the assault that her tongue was still tied. And to her great dismay Kitty’s arrogant behavior was like a catnip for her pussy. When she mentioned of all those previous women kneeling at her feet Annabelle sensed a strong throb in her clit. All of her previous defiance was slipping out of her gasp. The shame was clearly etched on her face even if she couldn’t see it.

  “Do you know what you are?” Kitty kept licking her neck and was slowly, so very slowly hiking her skirt. How could that humiliation turn her on so much. “You’re a little brat who is desperate to be punished.” Annabelle groaned loudly as Kitty’s teeth sank in her earlobe. “Tell yourself whatever you want but I know you. You secretly hope that some day Evan will not be able to take it and that he will finally discipline your ass as you deserve.”

  With those words Kitty raised her palm high spearing her fingers and smacked Annabelle’s pert butt cheeks. The mild stinging pain that went through her skin made her curl her toes and tremble in Kitty’s arms. Now the other woman was holding Annabelle by the waist, almost smothering her face in her impressive bust. In her naïve eyes that was both the peak of degradation and the sexiest thing that ever happened to her. She gasped as Kitty spanked her again, increasing the strength of her swats and massaging her little victim’s warm flesh. Then another one clearly leaving print mark on her tender skin. Poor Annabelle was on the verge of tears and as she finally spoke her voice was a mere whisper.

  “Please… This is embarrassing.”

  “You need to be embarrassed more often, little girl.”

  “I really don’t like this…” If she started crying now that would be almost equivalent of kissing Kitty’s feet. Annabelle tried desperately to hold back the sobs of need.

  “Oh? Let’s see about that.” Annabelle had another chance to scream, to fight and demand to be released. Instead she just allowed Kitty to thrust her hand into her soaking panties in offhand manner. She shoved two fingers in the blonde’s cunt and chuckled loudly at Annabelle’s obvious arousal. The woman was writhing and panting, digging her toes at the carpet as those digits spread her pussy lips. “Your body seems to think otherwise. Whether you like it or not, little girl, you’re a horny bitch in heat.” Kitty pulled out and brought her fingers back to Annabelle’s face with an openly sadistic smile. “See how wet you are? Don’t expect your husband to read your mind for you. If you want spanking you’d better ask nicely… like a good girl.” Kitty licked the trembling woman’s bottom lip and dragged it down so Annabelle would open her mouth wider. “Taste your pussy and tell me again that you don’t want this.”

  The blonde tentatively licked Kitty’s finger as she slid it deep in her mouth, shocked at how pungent her own juices were. Evan had done the very same thing during that night of shame and depravity. He was fucking her ass and had his hand was practically buried in her throat after he had fingered her. The woman squirmed desperately much to Kitty’s enjoyment. She raised the stakes by pinching Annabelle’s nipples through the silk blouse.

  “You know you long for it. By the end of the night you will be our plaything.”

  Before Annabelle had any chance to speak back Evan called from downstairs letting them know that he was expecting them. It was only then that Kitty let go of his wife and pushed her on the bed. The latter one gave her a horrified look, hypnotized by those amber eyes.

  “Please… not here, this is too much.”

  “Oh, don’t think you will get to cum and be used as you deserve so easily, baby girl. It will be a long time before you’re allowed to cum.” Kitty smirked and turned her back on Annabelle swaying her hips and not bothering to put something more on. She picked her leather bag and whispered to her. “Fix yourself a little, princess, you don’t want him to see you as the disheveled slut that you are.”

  “Fuck you, bitch!” Annabelle restored some of her dignity and crossed her arms before her chest. “I’m not your property and you don’t get to decide…”

  “Oh? Want to bet on that?” Kitty laughed and left the room singing in her deep voice how you never know what to expect when the pussy is in heat. Annabelle sank in the soft mattress of her king sized bed and covered her face with hands.

  Four

  Finally Annabelle gathered the courage to join Evan and Kitty for whatever twisted pleasure they had in mind. The cold expression of her husband bothered her more than she suspected. Maybe she had finally pushed him too far and the presence of such erotically charged woman has acted like a catalyst? Would he leave her now? Would she be the one in position of the third wheel?

  Her heart shrunk as she saw them by the table, so comfortable and intimate with each other as if they were lovers and not mere strangers. Evan sipped some wine and laughed at something Kitty had said previously. She was bent over the heavy table with rounded corners and had her long arms folded. That position revealed her luscious ass and long legs perfectly. She suited him so much better than Annabelle ever did. Both of them were tall, confident, sexually liberated and free of her nervous energy and everlasting anxiety. The grief and weird, sensual desire caught her by the throat as she stood there, unnoticed and insecure. It took her such a long time to build herself, her own sense of self-esteem and now Kitty had wiped it all just with a few slaps. Annabelle hated her and wanted to crawl to her and kiss her feet, her pussy and worship her ass.

  She is stealing my husband and I’m fantasizing about her? How low could I possibly get.

  That was the moment when those haunting cat like eyes moved from Evan and went straight to her. The lascivious smile Kitty threw at her was both threat and promise but Annabelle wasn’t sure she was ready to follow. Her rival placed Evan’s hand on the small of her back and he slowly ran his fingers down her skin. His gaze was fixed on Annabelle with calm indifference and slight contempt. It took all of her strength not to start crying at that moment.

  “Hello, Annabelle. We were waiting for you. What is wrong, you look a bit pale, sweetheart.” The open sarcasm in her voice made Annabelle clench her fists.

  “Just a bit of headache.”

  Kitty reached for the deck of cards and spread them with their backs up on the smooth surface.

  “I think that with the type of game our little guest has planned you will soon find relief.” Evan smiled wickedly. Annabelle had never heard him speaking in that tone of voice before.

  “I am not really into card games…” The tables surely were turned on her. She was at her own h
ome and yet felt uncomfortable and awkward, wondering if she should take a seat, keep on standing or just leave.

  “No need to worry, little one.” Kitty drummed her nail over the back of the card and moved her black hair so it would fall over her right shoulder. “Rules are very simple. I thought it would be fun for you to try a stripping game meant for people who are not used to betting.”

  “S-stripping?” They clearly looked as smug and happy together as if Annabelle was the third wheel. Did they also have to humiliate her?

  Kitty nodded enthusiastically.

  “Your good old Acey Deucey with clothes instead of money, modified to suit our needs. Since neither of you can be fully trusted I’ll play the dealer.” She licked her lips and picked the Queen of Spades out of the deck running the card over her face. “Both of you take a piece of your clothing as an ante and put it in here.” Kitty pointed at the center of the table. “I deal you two cards and you should guess whether the third one will fall numerically between those you see face up. If you are correct you can take one item of your clothes and accessories. If not, you have to get undressed a bit more.” Her eyes went down Annabelle’s body and the blonde sensed how her face turned hot. “The one who loses all of their clothes will be our pet for the rest of the evening, doing everything he or she is told.”

  “Very clever, Kitty, but I’m not going to play your mind games.” Annabelle found some remaining strength and crossed her arms against her chest. Evan was just as impenetrable as at the beginning of the conversation. “You will just use my lack of knowledge of the game so you would get to undress and degrade me. Why do you get to be the one who won’t be touched at all no matter what? It is either Evan or me losing and you’re only calling the shots. It hardly seems fair.”

  “My pretty little wife is right.” Evan ran his fingers through Kitty’s hair and kept staring at Annabelle’s face with vague amusement as if she was a study subject. “I have another proposal for the two of you. If Annabelle loses you and I will have her do as she is told. If I lose then you, darling, will get Kitty and me to be your slaves catering to whatever whim you have for the rest of the evening.”

  Kitty chuckled and nudged Evan playfully.

  “What a devil you really are.” She turned back to Annabelle. “Well, sweetheart? I think it is only fair that way. If you take a risk you may get the chance for revenge. I will not back down and will do anything you ask, even lick your high heels.” Her eyes were rolling so hard as if she was saying “Like that would ever happen”. That kindled Annabelle’s competitive streak. The bitch wasn’t going to have her way so easily.

  “I don’t back down from a challenge.” She said firmly and headed straight to one of the chairs. Her heart was beating like crazy and the risk seemed to make her pussy throb. Annabelle should have known better than to enter a battle when she was desperate to be fucked.

  Kitty chuckled and parted her plump lips as if tasting the victory in advance. She gathered the deck of cards, ran her fingers over Evan’s cheek and rubbed her body against his as she was taking her place at the head of the table. Annabelle was seriously torn between her desire to slam the bottle of wine against her neck or kiss her.

  “Let’s see how brave you are then, sweetie. Take those panties off.”

  “W-what?” The blonde stuttered as if suddenly stripped off her bravado. “No, can’t I start with my wrist watch, necklace or something?”

  “The dealer decides what piece of clothing you will be freed of.” Kitty crossed her legs over the table staring at the cards before her.

  “You’re just making those rules up as they fit you!” Annabelle protested, cursing herself for getting involved in what would only end up as disgraceful experience.

  “Well, sweetheart, it’s my modification and I can do as I please with it. You agreed so you will follow.” Kitty showed her pearly white teeth and winked at Evan who left his glass and took his seat in front of Annabelle. “Now, don’t make me repeat myself. Take those panties off and hand them over. Now.”

  Her voice was no longer playful and flirtatious and Annabelle winced at its domineering tone. Evan looked a bit insecure for a moment but that lasted way to short for her to have any hope. Finally the woman sighed and reached under her skirt to tug the silk panties down, sensing the bitter taste of humiliation. Why didn’t I change upstairs?

  Her trembling fingers reached out across the table and dropped the luxurious piece of lingerie that seemed to reek of her juices. Evan grinned wickedly and stroked the slick fabric but the smile never reached his eyes. He took the panties and pressed them to his nose breathing in with a satisfied sigh. Kitty shrugged.

  “I told you she loved it. Now Evan, stop perving on your wife’s dirty underwear and take that shirt off.”

  “Yes, ma’am.” Kitty smacked his wrists playfully when he rolled his eyes at her. He started unbuttoning slowly showing more of his well toned chest and abs, free of any hair. Perhaps Annabelle was going crazy but it seemed that it was a strip meant entirely for Kitty. The sense of helplessness delivered a huge blow on that frail confidence that made her take part in this game. The breath froze for a moment in her lungs while Evan was taking his shirt off. He was being over the top, trying to act like a professional stripper and the muscles rippled under his smooth skin. Over the past few months she had completely forgotten how attractive he was naked. Annabelle clearly recalled the heat that went through her the first time they met. She’s been crazy in lust and obsessed with raw, sexual hunger for his body. That was a huge shock considering how restrained she was by nature. Annabelle spent their first month of dating denying any action further than kissing… just to masturbate furiously when alone.

  The ache in her tight, little slit made her cross her legs and look down so they would not see even further proof of her libidinous state. She was so distracted by the sudden resurface of her old lust that her mind was anywhere but on that game. The two cards that their dealer laid before her hardly meant anything to her so she didn’t give much thought when she placed her bet.

  Kitty pressed the card theatrically under her chin and drummed her fingers on the back toying with Annabelle’s anxiety. After what seemed like eternity the woman finally dropped the piece of paper on the table with that signature smirk.

  “That is a beautiful outfit, little girl, but it’s time that you show us some flesh. Take that blouse off.”

  At that moment she wished she had some alcohol. Annabelle never felt more naked than that moment when the silk slid down her forearms and revealed her slender body and teardrop shaped breasts clad in a beige push up bra. Her old self consciousness about the size of her breasts came back to her when she compared them with Kitty’s fantastic tits. Her usually marble pale skin was reddened at a spot on her chest and the woman bowed her head down pretending to fold the blouse. A beam of sweat was rolling down her spine to the cleavage of her butt cheeks.

  “Just leave it on the table, little girl.” Damn, was Kitty really going to speak to her that way all night long? “You really are more beautiful than I thought.” Annabelle raised her head in surprise wondering what kind of game that was. Still she was filled with ridiculous sense of pride that Kitty assessed her so highly.

  “Thank you, I guess…”

  “I can’t wait to get you fully naked and play with these lovely tits of yours.”

  Annabelle gasped, not sure whether to allow herself to feel lustful or to be indignant. Just at that moment Evan was taking his belt off and placed it on top of the tender heap of silk on the table.

  “This one may come handy.” Kitty smirked and ran her fingers down the smooth leather. The sense of morbid curiosity filled both Evan and Annabelle as they wondered what their unusual companion may have in mind for the rest of the evening.

  Annabelle kept on losing round after round and soon, to her utmost humiliation, she found herself almost naked save for the stockings with lace tops. Only that thin piece of clothing separated her from being at Kitty�
��s complete mercy. The latter one was gazing at the blonde’s body as if she was truly a mistress inspecting the slave girl she had just purchased at the auction.

  Annabelle was the spitting image of a defeated, shy maiden. Her large, light pink nipples looked hard under the gleaming light of the lamps, pointed and goose-prickled against the perfect circles of her aureole. She kept her thighs firmly pressed together however Kitty clearly could see the wetness of her thighs, mixed with the sweat of anxiety. Her light green eyes were cast to the floor ashamed at how much she loved it. The vulnerability, the full exposure and the way Evan was devouring her naked body with his gaze as he ran his hand over the buckle of his belt were too much for her to handle. Whatever inhibitions she had were slowly losing battle with her lust. Annabelle gasped at the thought that by the end of the night she’d be reduced to nothing but a common slut, insignificant, meant to be used for her holes.

  Evan, on the other hand, looked cool as a cucumber and still wearing most of his clothes. He won the shirt, shoes and socks back but didn’t bother to put them back on. The only piece of clothing on his toned body were the black suit pants. He was casually playing with his wedding ring and looked convinced he wouldn’t be the one to get fully undressed. Annabelle glared at him annoyed at that display of cockiness.

  She almost cried when she lost again. It didn’t make sense because no one could force her to take part in the game. However the thought of giving up was just as horrible, as if Annabelle would willingly embraced her defeat. After an agonizing moment of silence Kitty uttered lazily as she was playing with the cards.

  “Let your hair down. Close your eyes as you do that and focus on how it softly tickles your shoulders and covers your back.” Annabelle obeyed and was startled by the sense of serenity as her tresses cascaded down her body. “See… it doesn’t have to be difficult. Good girl.”