Gifting Night Ch. 04

She shoulder checked the door open, being careful to limit her strength to keep from tearing it off it's hinges. She dropped the pastry on the counter by the sink and began to remove the shirt. He walked in a moment later only to freeze. Before had been clear voyeurism but this time it was accidental. His eyes averted and he began to leave.

"Hold it!" He stopped as she slipped out of her shirt and tossed it in the sink with the water running. He continued to look away as she moved over to him. During his embarrassment the bulge had begun to shrink. The quick glimpse of her reversed the trend, probably from memory of her earlier performance.

She moved up behind him and pressed herself against his back. His warmth, even through the thick t-shirt, spread enticingly across her mostly bare skin. Her left hand moved for the lock while her right slid around his side to collect the bottle of ginger-ale. He was confused; it showed in his eyes. She seemed to be flirting with him but at the same time she had taken the ginger-ale. He put his coffee and sandwich on the counter next to her pastry. Suddenly he realized he was staring, once again, at her, half-topless, and spun around.

She grinned. She actually tried to get the stain out but not with much effort. It looked like it would come out of the thin fabric, but she didn't really care. She left the water running with the shirt draped over the counter to dry and turned towards the man. Her right hand slid to his side, and then his stomach. The hand slid lower while her left hand moved to caress his chest. The first shifted to cup the very solid form in his pants.

She leaned close and whispered in his ear, her breath making him shudder as much as the words. "You liked what you saw." He tried to stutter out a denial but she cut him off. "I saw you at the store. Did you think a woman careless enough to forget to close the door?" She gave his manhood a gentle squeeze. "And you enjoyed what you saw."

Katherine's body was tight with desire, but she held it in check. It would be useful for the evening's hunt. Sure, this guy could very well work for us, but I'll need to see him in a social setting. Besides, Julia isn't here to get her say. There were some needs she could meet, however. These needs would only intensify her desires for tonight, and likely give him added incentive to make the club.

Her hands flew to his shoulders and she spun him, holding his balance with ease. His head was low as she spun him giving him a very clear, and very close, view of her chest. Once again she regretted not wearing a more revealing bra, but she simply loved the support of this one. Even still, he gasped and quickly raised his face to watch her lips. She smiled, he was trapped by embarrassment; unable to look down and unwilling to meet her eyes.

Her hands left his shoulders. With all of her Dhase speed, nothing in comparison even to Chris but sufficiently faster than most humans, she removed his belt and opened his pants. He was only beginning to react as his shorts dropped to the floor. His head dropped to watch, deftly avoiding sight of her breasts. His hands reached for hers. She let him catch her as her fingers slipped into the band of his boxers.

His eyes came back up, this time to meet hers. There were questions in those brown eyes, but also a deep longing he would not admit to. She might not be able to sense emotions, as she should be able to, but she could still read people as she once had. This man was an open book to Kat. She felt the resistance on her hands. He tried to pull her hands safely in between them, but could not defeat her strength. She let him try for a few seconds before she widened her grip and dropped his underwear free.

He stared dumbly at her, unable to believe her smaller frame capable of such strength. He hadn't truly realized he was half naked, but she certainly did. He looked delicious, standing there, pointing accusingly at her; so hard, so firm. Her body tightened as she contemplated the nectar that filled the shaved forms dangling beneath.

Slowly she crouched, her hands going to his hips, although she needed no aid in balance. Kat knew the moment he remembered he was naked, when his hands released hers to grasp for her head. He tried to stop her gently, to guide her back upwards, but had no more luck resisting than he had with her hands. "What are you doing?" He was near panic so she stopped. It took all of her will as she stared ahead. She had reached his level and was only an inch or so away. She wanted to simply leap forward and feel that heat within her mouth.

Instead she forced her head to tilt upwards so she could look at him. Those brown pools were wide with surprise and nerves. "Do you have a girlfriend? Someone you are devoted to?"

His eyes shifted away, not with the aversion of a lie, but rather futility. "No." It came out as barely a whisper.

"Do you not like my body?" There was far more insecurity in Katherine's question than she really liked to acknowledge. Despite the best efforts of both Chris and Daphne, and now Julia, she couldn't help but be self-conscious. No matter what anyone said, she had grown up in an environment that promoted those sickeningly anorexic twigs pretending to be celebrities. She knew she wasn't overweight, but still, she wasn't just bones and muscle either.

His eyes snapped back to hers. "You're gorgeous!" The sheer wonder in his voice spoke of his veracity as clearly as his wide eyes.

He grunted as she shoved him against the door. A moment later her gasped, then groaned as her soft lips slid around his strained flesh. His heat filled her mouth. She had to drop her jaw wide to accommodate him, but the feel of him filling her mouth, hearing his moans of delight, more than made up for the discomfort. She could feel his pulse beat against her tongue as she slid herself forward.

She hadn't realized how she could enjoy such conflicted sensations. Her jaw hurt, true, but the vaguely salty taste sent a wash of desire flooding through her veins. He seemed to fill every corner of her mouth at once with his passion and need. Chris had refused her offers, her preferred to pleasure her, bringing her to climax, before filling her depths. This was a different need, related only in that she felt filled by the young man, but in full control. In her orgasm she lost control and was completely at the mercy of her lover. Now it was she who meted out mercy or torment; both founded in compassion and delight.

She was over halfway down his length was she felt the first hint of her gag. In this position she'd never be able to swallow him whole. She could experiment later if they decided he was the one. For now she would be content with her current skills. She pulled back, her tongue dancing around the soft skin, and gauged the distance.

He moaned again, more forcefully. She felt his hips try to shift but her strength was more than enough to keep his body from its instinctive thrusts. She bobbed her head forward and back, and made sure to take in only his tip. The rapid movement caused her lips to torment the dark ridge of his head. He began a series of nearly constant moans.

Perhaps he had massaged himself as he watched her earlier show. Maybe it had been a while for the man. There was always the possibility that her very presence, her nature, aroused him to great lengths. Whatever the reason she felt the muscles beneath her hands begin to tighten and relax, as he grew steadily closer.

As her head slid forward and back she began to bob from one side to the other. With the added dimension he groaned again, much louder this time. His hands, dropped to his sides as she began, now moved back to her head. This time they coiled gently into her hair forming another connection with the woman bringing such exquisite delights to him.

Kat couldn't help but enjoy his pleasure. Every part of him seemed to radiate bliss. It wasn't how the Dhase had explained it to her, it was just the simple things. His voice growled breathlessly. His muscles twitched. Fingers caressed her scalp. Through it all he responded to every little shift and flick as she sucked and devoured the firm, hot, flesh in her mouth.

She felt the base of him tighten, his inner thighs contract. Her hands grew firmer even as his clutched fistfuls of her hair. She tried to shift her body backwards in anticipation and tilt her head upwards more. With the new position she threw herself forward as far as she could. She felt the solid shaft pierce her throat as her lips reached his base. She began to gag, and instinctively pulled herself backwards, but her intentions were accomplished.

His body froze beneath her touch. She could feel, by his erratic throbbing within her mouth, herself racing the stream up his length. She reached his head and forced her retreat to stop. Her tongue flicked against the "v" shaped ridge beneath his tip, taunting the flow, even as she shifted her head to one side.

He screamed as the first jet of seed shot forth. With her head angled it comfortably hit her cheek rather than her already uncomfortable throat. With renewed vigor her head bobbed forward and back. She couldn't go as far with her head angled to the side so she compensated with her tongue, tormenting the sensitive ridge from every angle. Her own body tightened with desire as his bitter nectar began to pool in her mouth. She delighted as his hard flesh pressed against her cheek, sometimes tickling her with a fresh burst of his lust.

His was screaming in ecstatic agony. With every utterance, the unseen pink tenderness between her own legs began to tingle more strongly. His knees buckled and she was the only thing that held him aloft. The sensation in her core grew unbearable. Muscles clenched and demanded that the solid form in her mouth belonged elsewhere.

She pulled herself free. The solid member before her continued to bob and dip in aftershocks of his euphoria, but no more leaked out. Slowly she guided him down to kneel before her. His hands had dropped once more to dangle by his sides. His breath began to even out. She smiled to see the young man in such a state of complete delirium still. She had done that. She had needed to do that.

She began to stand and felt her own knees wobble slightly. As her position shifted, her own lust demanded satisfaction. Her hand hit the counter hard enough to sound a crack but it did not break as she leaned against it. She willed herself to stand. Her own body had leaked its need but she refused to move a hand to check the extent. Even a touch light enough to check is likely to sap the rest of my willpower. Better to ignore it now and be really anxious later.

She shut of the water and began to ring out the still-damp shirt. She put it on and tried a few quick passes with a paper towel. It was fruitless, the shirt was too wet. It clung to her curves enticingly and the thin white fabric clearly revealed every line of pink skin and white bra beneath. She needed to get back to the car soon or the water could begin to seep into the bra as well, revealing everything.

She turned to gaze longingly at the man who's name she still didn't know. He had given in to a desire she didn't even realize she had. From the dazed and heavenly expression, still plastered across his face, she had fulfilled his fantasy. She sidled over to him and nudged him with the side of her foot. Startled, he looked up. His eyes met hers briefly before they instinctively traveled back down. He followed the line of her very visible breasts. From there they reveled down her skirt and rested between her legs.

She had to steady her breath. The focus of his eyes was her own greatest desire. Since he kneeled and she stood he witnessed what she dared not check. He knew her state better than she did. Her body cried out for him even more strongly. The intensity doubled again as she saw his, now flaccid, member pulse upwards again in response to the visible conviction of her lust.

Her lips pulled back as she let loose a feral snarl. In panic she grabbed the lock and threw herself from the room. She tried to walk calmly but quickly from the café. It failed to look calm but she was confident she didn't look like she fled in fear. At least he wouldn't be detained and questioned with unfounded accusations.

Katherine stepped into the cool air outside. She knew it was probably hot, but with an inferno raging beneath her skin it felt like a balm. The trickled breeze could have been the soothing hand of God. She didn't even marvel at Julia waiting with the car immediately before her. She simply got in. The air conditioning, drifting across her wet shirt, warred with the fires of need. Slowly her temperature returned to normal. Unfortunately the overwhelming need to be filled remained.

"You found someone." It wasn't an accusation but neither was it a question. "Will he be at the club tonight?"

"GOD I hope so!" The growled response held so much force that Julia turned from driving briefly to stare at the young Dhase. When Daphne and Kat had agreed to let her stay they had told the young woman everything. Not surprisingly she loved the idea. Spending the rest of your natural life in damn near constant orgasm? Who wouldn't want that? Someone who wanted eternal life doing the same thing. It was possible Julia might be granted the gift some eighteen years from now, but that was a long way off. Either way the woman would lead a truly blessed life.

Julia sniffed and began to laugh. Katherine looked at her accusingly but that only made the woman laugh harder. "I don't know what you did in there," she managed between gasps, "but you are horny as hell aren't you?"

Katherine's shoulders flew up as she crossed her arms, hunched her head and turned away from her lover. The woman couldn't help her with her current need anyway. No toy invented truly feels the same as a firm dick throbbing its release deep within you. Thinking about it only made matters worse so she looked out the window and sulked all the way home.

She checked her watch as they pulled in. The drive was long enough that she actually had very little time before they planned to head back out to the clubs. Her little adventure had taken considerably more time than she had anticipated. She thought about the sheer amount of cum she'd swallowed and realized that she lost herself in his eruption. She smiled, still vaguely tasting him on her lips.

She tossed the shirt across the shower rail to dry. Either the stain would be gone or it wouldn't, she would deal with it later. She tossed the skirt in the hamper and finally looked down. Katherine had only seen herself more drenched once in her life. Then she and Daphne had spent an entire car ride tormenting each other only to have the elder go down on her without bothering to remove a single article of clothing. This ran a close second.

As she pulled the underwear free, tossing it straight into the sink to rinse, she quivered. Every slight movement continued to torment her. Never had she felt this intensity without a climax. She was just about to put on the new thong when she realized every slight torment drew another bead of moisture from between her legs. She dug out a small pad, hidden under the sink for Julia, and attached it before sliding the thong into place.

That treacherous pearl burned through her body as it came into contact with the cottony pillow, but the pad did it's job. The fresh stream that leaked from her stayed between her legs and free of her new underwear. She knew she wouldn't have any trouble remembering to remove it. I think I've discovered a new sexual torture device! She did, however, have problems walking. Her legs seemed perpetually unsteady as constant sensation raced through her nerves.

She quickly tossed on her bra and dress. Next came an artful makeup job. Given the deep color of her dress, and her bright hair, she needed to keep her makeup subtle. She chose a light grey eyeshadow, mascara and a pale red lipstick. Confident with the affect she grabbed her bag and hurried out of the room. She wasn't surprised that Julia already waited patiently.

Her lover glanced at her hips and grinned knowingly. The talented tongue came out and circled her lips to taunt Kat. Katherine felt giddy and enervated as desire raged through her. She stuck out her own tongue childishly in return. Both women laughed on their way to the car.

Although the ride to the club was only a quarter of an hour it felt like an eternity to Kat. Julia had declined to drive. She insisted she would drive home so she felt it only fair that Kat drive there. The Dhase suspected the entire thing a plot to torment her further. Every turn rubbed her sensitive lust. Every time she had to shift gears her legs pressed together and sent a jolt racing through her body.

Her teeth were clenched and her breath heaved by the time they walked out of the garage near the club. She couldn't keep herself from shooting hateful glances at the woman who grinned so gleefully next to her. If anything were to convince her the blond had planned that scene, it was her unapologetic attitude.

Getting through the door was easy. Kat was now well know at the establishment and even Julia was recognized. Their reputations had been earned by her connection to the two elder Dhase. Inside, Katherine took one look at the dance floor and swore she wouldn't step foot out there tonight. If she tried to dance she would either end up climaxing noisily or assaulting one of the male patrons. Instead she headed for the bar and ordered a soda.

"You seen Chris around recently?" The bartender shook his head. Kat smiled at him and left a decent tip. It had been a longshot but if he'd been in town he would have stopped by at least once or twice.

Julia elbowed Kat in the ribs. The Dhase followed her lover's gaze towards a man at the edge of the dance floor. Her body, damnably insistent up until this point, suddenly calmed. She simply shook her head. The blond shrugged and went back to shifting in time with the thrumming bass.

Katherine turned back to her drink. They were there to find a man. It was possible they wouldn't find someone permanent tonight. Daphne had practically instructed them to find a guy to have sex with, and not to return unless they had. She'd laughed but the elder, fresh from her own cologne ridden session, just glared.

Kat shifted slightly and nearly buckled. The sensation she thought had disappeared had snuck back in full force. Her head swam from the strength of her need. She ignored her partner's nudge as she desperately tried to regain her equilibrium. She stood more confidently when the nudge came again, much more insistently this time. She followed Julia's gaze once more. Her hand dropped to the bar and she barely set her glass down before it dropped, as her hips seized.

She almost didn't recognize him. He'd shaved off his beard, making him look even younger. He wore a light grey button-up shirt with a black leather tie and khaki pants. Where his hair had been in disarray earlier, now it was skillfully spiked. Kat had always preferred men with longer hair, but she had to admit the look worked for him. Her depths clenched at the mere sight of him. "Yes!"

Julia spun. Her face was written of shock. When she saw the Dhase's feral eyes her gaze swung back to the man. Suddenly her eyes widened and she began to laugh. Kat just glared at her. Julia raised her hands in surrender and nodded.

He turned, surveying the crowd, and noticed them. More specifically he noticed Kat and the crowd began to part as he moved towards her. He walked with a natural authority that belied his earlier scruffy attire. With every step he took the inferno deep within her blazed hotter. By the time he stopped, two feet away, she held herself under the tightest of control for fear of jumping on top of him in the middle of the club.