I Supported KATG on Kickstarter and All I Got Was This Awesome Podcast Episode

[Professor Subterfuge]

KATG related porn...


HOW IS THIS NOT A THING???

:: poof:: VIP just got a bit sexier

[Nettie-poo]

So, well, not to throw Mike under the bus, but..

He is very reserved, shy but only cause he has social anxiety, great guy, and horrible at flirting.

I've been with an extremely large number of people between 14 and 19ish (years old, my number is way higher) and I have NEVER in my life been as sexually satisfied as I am with him. I mean even from the first go the dude could play me like a fucking game controller (I cant say fiddle cause he can't play that). He claims if any guy tried I'd be easy for them too...but yeah. I feel like I'm hoarding this amazing thing that needs to be free! I'm not scared of him leaving me. I'm scared of women stealing him.

[Nettie-poo]

Originally Posted by Professor Subterfuge

KATG related porn...


HOW IS THIS NOT A THING???

:: poof:: VIP just got a bit sexier

Lol. I have a story I wrote regarding my fantasies. It's not KATG related. But I'm proud of it. I could share.

I suppose I could write up a lil something with Sparrow Toni myself and Kaplan. *ahem*

[Professor Subterfuge]

Originally Posted by Nettie-poo

.... I feel like I'm hoarding this amazing thing that needs to be free! I'm not scared of him leaving me. I'm scared of women stealing him.

Wow. That's so fucking cool. But you've yet to test the whole jealousy thing. I'm super possessive when it comes to sex. Scratch that. Super insecure. So maybe that's why everyone's bitching about open sex relationships?

I think the whole thread on people not understanding open sex is like a metaphor for damn near everything. We don't understand stuff, (we ourselves don't do) so it becomes impossible and strange.

Here's a question. I love me some mamas w/ tats and piercings. Lip rings. Nipple piercings. Clit piercings. But on men...it looks goofy. Unless it's a septum ring. A big gauge. Then it looks interesting.

Women look better than men when it comes to piercings. Thoughts?

[Professor Subterfuge]

Originally Posted by Nettie-poo

Lol. I have a story I wrote regarding my fantasies. It's not KATG related. But I'm proud of it. I could share.

People do like sexy...

[Nettie-poo]

I'm only insecure if he wasn't interested in me, but went out with other people. Which is probably why the situation is currently I can explore with the right person because I'm ridiculously in to him and being with someone else won't change me wanting to fuck him daily., something he's not up for.

I'm sure I'll have some jealousy. But on another level I like that jealousy too. I just have to harness it better.

I mostly agree about piercings, but only that it's sexier on women. I have personal preferences though. Like the only other piercings I want now is a belly button piercing and (get ready, this is elaborate) those skin piercings. I'm going to get the star signs for my husband, myself, and our daughter scattered around my body and I want the skin piercings on where the brightest stars should be.

I like nipple rings on men, and there's this super hot piercer with a mid lip ring and two nose piercings (studs) one on each side. I think it all depends on the person.

[Nettie-poo]

Originally Posted by Professor Subterfuge

People do like sexy...

So..I should post it then?

[Professor Subterfuge]

Nah. It's late. Tomorrow's sunday and people have church...


YES!!! OF COURSE POST THE SUPER SEXY FANTASY STORIES


...goodness....

[Professor Subterfuge]

Also. I hate to be a nag. But a pierced titty pic would really help set the tone of the story.

Just sayin'

[Nettie-poo]

I had been planning a nice dinner for my husband and his female friend for some time, but it wasn’t until tonight that we actually were able to get everyone together. I was nervous and excited because while I had met her from time to time it was always brief, so I never really got the chance to know her. My husband also thought it was a nice idea, grateful that he never had to deal with a jealous wife like some other men and instead was able to even have female friends over for dinner. Still, I wasn’t oblivious to how beautiful she was, and as much as I wanted to have a nice time with the two of them, I also really wanted to impress her myself. Something about a beautiful woman around me always made me feel like I had to be my best…

Not even an hour after she arrived, we were sitting around the table finishing up the meal I had prepared. My loving husband commented on how good it was while his friend, Elisa, simply nodded in agreement. My submissive feelings really seemed to be taking over at this point because jealousy was actually starting to pop up. I could swear she was staring at him the whole meal, and he seemed to be avoiding eye contact with her. At that time, for some reason, it seemed a good idea to drink another glass of wine while my Anthony cleared the table.

Once Anthony got up, Elisa also stood and handed him a few plates. Then, while he went to the sink she came over to me. My heart jumped for a moment when she took the wine glass from my hand, smiling a sinfully sweet smile that lured me into her. I had thought for a moment that she was coming in to kiss me and I froze, but instead her smooth cheek just brushed past mine as she stepped behind me holding my wrist. She grabbed my other wrist once behind my chair and before I could fully understand what was happening my hands were tied firmly to the seat.

“What are you doing?” I murmured. I think I did, anyway. I’m not sure anything more than mouthing the words happened but I watched my husband turn towards us and stand by the sink with the water running dumbfounded. Elisa’s long red hair dangled in front of my face as she leaned over me, forcing the scarf that had rested around her perfume scented neck into my mouth and tying it tight enough that even if I was able to talk nothing but muffled noises would come out. She giggled in my ear, her breath tickling my neck where the hairs were already standing on end from every light touch of her fingers tracing along my arm.

Anthony slowly turned off the water and started to come back to the table, still unable to speak himself. That’s when she said it, admitted her master plan with a satisfaction and seduction that I could have never imagined. She had rested her mouth next to my other ear, opposite from where she had giggled, and I could see her eyes fixed on Anthony with a lustfulness that I had thought he only got from me. “I’ve been fucking your husband.. and he loves it. And if he is a good boy, I’m going to fuck him right in front of you, and you’re going to watch.”

I went numb. My body tingled and for some reason I ached for my husband in a whole new way. True to her word, she walked straight up to Anthony and slammed him against the fridge, forcing her mouth against his as she grabbed his cock through his pants and began massaging as she firmly held his head against her mouth with the other. I could see her mouth open and force his to do the same, and could only imagine the way she was violently shoving her tongue into his mouth while she continued to stroke his cock as though he weren’t wearing pants at all. I saw his hesitation through his lust, but she wasn’t letting him pull away or stop. It was as though she couldn’t even hear my muffled cries through the heat of their passion.

I moaned louder, incoherently asking her why she was doing this. She pulled away from him to look at me and smirked. There was no reply, not verbally anyway. She grabbed Anthony’s collar and pulled him to the table. Even though her back was to me I could see the motions of her sliding her underwear off from under her dress, but she didn’t stop there. She turned to face me as she took off her dress, revealing her uninhibited breasts that were large and perky, her nipples already erect from her own excitement. She grabbed his hands and made his hold her chest, squeezing each breast that could barely fit in his hands. She held his hand and lifted her breast towards her mouth, taking turns to lick each nipple. His excitement was impossible to contain as his eyes rolled back a little and a soft moan that used to just be for me escaped his swollen lips. She turned to face him and rubbed her pussy against his cock as she hopped onto the edge of the table. Sitting barely on the edge she grabbed the back of his head again and forced him to his knees, bringing his head into her pussy while commanding “Lick.” Once he obeyed, she laid back onto the table arching her back so that she was looking upside down at me, keeping her evil yet seductive smirk the whole time.

Anthony was always incredible at teasing my clit with his tongue, fingering me while he moaned into my pussy every time he’d go down on me. Watching him do the same to her, seeing her face reach those levels of ecstasy, I found myself getting wet. I struggled in the chair, longing to be able to do something. I watched her as she closed her eyes as gasped, his moan coming from the other side and the sound of his fingers thrusting into her wet pussy over and over torturing me as I longed for his touch. I moaned, begging, and I wasn’t sure if I was begging for them to stop or to let me join. I could feel my panties soaking just from the longing, the betrayal turned solely into lust. The moment the sound slipped out from my gag, Elisa opened her eyes and laughed at me while she gasped again.

She sat back up and although Anthony was so involved in tasting her sweet pussy he hadn’t stopped, she grabbed his hair and pulled him back into a standing position. When he stood up it was almost as though he had just remembered I was there. Shame and embarrassment crept into his eyes, but it was short lived. Elisa had already started unbuckling his pants and with one motion his pants and briefs were on the floor. I had never seen him so erect, drips of cum already leaking out before she licked the few drops off of him. She got off the table, standing on the four inch heels she had yet to take off making her an even height with Anthony, his cock only inches away from her pussy. She leaned over the table so she was facing me again and pressed her firm ass against Anthony’s cock. “Fuck me.” He looked at me, almost apologetically, but before he could even refuse she reached back behind her, fingering herself first before forcing his cock into her pussy. The moment the tip of his dick felt her warm wetness his lust took back over and he slammed into her, pushing her against the table as she giggled through an unexpected moan.

She was loud, her moaning and gasping for air exaggerated just for me. Her chest was pressed firmly against the top of the table, but still as they slid against the wood with every thrust Anthony made they bounced a little, her nipples rubbing against the surface. Anthony grabbed her shoulder with one hand and forcefully grabbed her hair, pulling her head up so her back was again arched. I could clearly see her breasts bouncing now, and I couldn’t believe how wet I was from the whole thing. I not only wanted him to be thrusting his hard cock inside me the way he was slamming it into her, I wanted her breasts in my mouth. I wanted my tongue to run along her nipples and I imagined fiercely biting her nipples in what little idea of revenge I could muster. I struggled in my chair again, the restraints around my wrist pressing into my skin until I couldn’t take the pain anymore. I cried out through the gag and Elisa glared at me, pushing Anthony off of her.

He was taken aback and when he went to reach for her she brushed past him. “Wait.” She was stern with him, and like a school boy he obeyed her command, hanging back behind her completely nude with his erect cock taunting me across the table. She walked up to me, her heels clicking along the floor and adding an extra bounce to her step, a passion glistening over her smooth skin. She untied my hands from the chair, but before I could even consider struggling she tied my hands together behind my back and forced me out of the chair. Shoving me with strength I couldn’t believe she took me to the living room and threw me onto the carpet, using her foot to turn me to face the couch. She knelt down over me and whispered in my ear “You’re going to enjoy this.”
She stood back up and turned to face Anthony, who still was standing obediently waiting for her directions. She went back to him and grabbed his cock firmly with one hand while wrapping her other hand around his neck, walking backwards to lead him towards the couch. She flipped him around so his back was to the couch and shoved him down. I watched her slowly kneel in front of him then put her mouth around his dick. Again his eyes flickered to the back of his head, a loud moan from his lips. He no longer had the embarrassment or shame. I might as well have not been there at all.

Elisa fiercely went at his cock, taking it all in, something I could never do with his length. He went to put his hand on her head and she brushed him off, focusing on sucking him into her mouth and then releasing while jerking the base of his cock with one hand and massaging his balls with the other. When he got excited, he started to close his legs, but she shoved them back open, wide, so I could get the full view. I couldn’t look away. His hands gripped the couch, clutching to the fabric for dear life while she inhaled his cock all the way down her throat. He was close to cumming, his moaning louder. She knew he was ready to orgasm, and she stopped. She got off her knees and crawled on top of him, resting her pussy on top of his cock but not letting him go in or even grind on her.

“Do you want me to fuck you?” She asked him.

“Yes.” He could barely utter the word.

She grabbed his head and tilted in to face her. “I said, do you want me to fuck you?”

He opened his eyes to look at her. “Yes, please. I want it.”

She turned his head to look at me and whispered loudly in his ear, seducing him with her tone but still making sure I could hear her. “Tell her you like fucking me more than her.” He paused, remembering I was there again. “Tell her, or you don’t get to fuck my pussy anymore.”

He was staring at me, and as her hand reached down to rub his cock against her clit the words just blurted out “I like fucking Elisa more than you.” It was easy for him, not even another thought.

“Good boy.” Elisa slid his cock back into her and began riding him there on the couch. In one easy motion, she had both of her feet on the couch and leveraged herself to be straddled on top of him, heels digging into the cushions and bounced up and down on top of him. I watched her firm ass jiggle so slightly as she slammed herself down on top of his cock each time, rubbing her pussy with her hand as she did it. He reached around her and held her ass with both hands. I watched with longing and excitement as he did something with her that he never did with me. He slid his hand closer to her asshole and began massaging around the rim with a finger before slipping one in. When she moaned for him, he began thrusting his finger in her ass, no longer being gentle. The further and harder he fingered her ass, the more vigor she put into rubbing her clit. She moaned, louder and louder, gasping for air and clinging to the back of the couch with her free hand. A sudden, loud groan from her and even from where I was I could see her pussy soaking wet, her cum dripping onto his balls as she slid him all the way into her. Her back arched and her ass cheeks tightened, and then released, and she relaxed on top of him. He held her waist and started to bounce her on top of him with his hips, but she stopped him. “Oh no, we’re not done yet.” Her words were breathy, her orgasm having wiped out her energy.

She climbed back off of him and grabbed his hand to pull him off the couch. She pointed over to me. “Get her, bring her up to the bedroom.” He didn’t even flinch that time. He walked up to me and knelt down to pick me up. When he was close, I could smell the sex. I could see her cum covering his dick. I wanted him so badly. I looked at him, my eyes begging, but all he did was throw me over his shoulder and carry me upstairs. I struggled for a moment before realizing that I had thought she hadn’t been to our home before, but once we were upstairs she was already in the bedroom and had managed to get out our ropes. She had been here before. They had fucked in our bed.

“Strip her.” She stood there holding the ropes, flipping them in her hand like a whip. Anthony tossed me onto the bed and went to take off my skirt and underwear. Elisa came up above my head and undid my bondage, only to retie each hand to a corner of the bed, using the support beam to keep me in place. My arms were stretched out so far it hurt, but she made it reach. She leaned over me once my arms were tied while Anthony was still working on getting off my clothes, untying my boots. She worked a bit faster, rather than undoing my shirt she simply ripped it open, leaving my chest bare as I lay there trapped. Once my skirt was off, she tied my legs to the other corners of the bed. I was spread across the bed, naked, watching Elisa stand over me with a sly smile. I thought finally at least I was to be included. I had no idea.

Elisa crawled onto the bed while Anthony walked around the bed to meet her. She was on top of me, her legs to my sides and her breasts over my face. With the gag in my mouth, I couldn’t even reach up to lick them. They just swayed there as she moved over me, taunting me, like the entire night. Once her pussy was even with my face she was kneeling rather than crawling, and with a simple gesture she motioned for Anthony to be standing near my head. She turned around so her ass was facing him and then bent down, her pussy just over my face and her face so close to my exposed pussy I could feel her breath. She could see I was wet and did the cruelest thing she could; she licked me, just once, between my thigh and my lips. I closed my eyes and shuddered, moaning and begging for more with nothing but muffles coming from my mouth. I hadn’t even noticed, then, that Anthony had again put his cock in her until she moaned just over my clit.

I opened my eyes, see his dick slide in and out of her pussy. Slowly at first, then quickly ramming harder and faster. His hands were on her ass, grabbing and squeezing her cheeks so hard that red marks were left behind. She kept moaning, telling him to go faster and harder, every sound and breath she made tracing over my throbbing pussy. She was so wet she dripped when he would pull out to shove back in, her wetness reaching my face.

“Fuck I’m going to cum.” Anthony groaned, slamming into her with so much force that his balls were leaving red marks on her pussy. I could see him start to pull out but she quickly turned enough to reach behind her and force him to stay in, and when he came he dug his small nails into her ass so hard that it cut her. She moaned again, rubbing her ass up against him as she made sure he was as deep into her as he could go. He released her ass and slowly pulled out, his cum dripping out of her pussy and onto my face.

I turned away so it would only reach my cheek, but when she got off of the bed she leaned over me one last time. She smiled her smile once more and rubbed his cum all over my face, making sure it was everywhere before leaving the room. Anthony followed her out, and I was left there on the bed, still naked, still throbbing, still wet, and unable to do anything. It seemed like ages as I heard the shower water running in the bathroom, giggling, moaning, and the occasional sound of one of them being shoved against the wall coming through the open door. Then there was silence, followed by their footsteps going down the stairs. My mind raced. Were they going to leave me here? What do I even do now? Eventually the front door opened, and closed, and I thought he had left too, until I heard his footsteps coming back up the stairs. When I looked to the door, he was still standing there naked, his cock still erect, and I moaned for him longingly. This time he knew I was there.