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Subject: {ASS} New Story: Katrina (M/F intrigue) by Hawk Richards
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Disclaimer: You should be 18 years or older to read this, plus you should like
stories that have erotic content. This story is copyright to Hawk Richards.
You may not repost this story, there is no need to since I can repost it by
myself. Also, you may not sell this story for money, which means you cannot
post it on a web page and charge people to read it.
Contact Info:
Hawk Richards
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***
Katrina pitied and despised them from the bottom of her heart, as she stood on
the cold linoleum floor, looking at the photograph of a man and a woman,
embracing outside of a cheap motel. With all this deceit going on, what hope
was there for a stable marriage? Instead of lying in the arms of another man
on a soft bed with tangled sheets -- "My darling are you resting?" Joseph had
asked -- she should have been in Carl's arms; on the bed; Mrs. Miller and her
husband!
Instead, she had glanced at her lover, Joseph. Resting her head on her hands,
she examined the gruff appearance of the man that had caused her to stray from
her husband's arms. Mr. Miller, who was a good, kind and gentle man, was
nothing at all like this unbridled specimen of man. She watched him closely;
the rippling muscles flexed and writhed. His youthful eyes, dark and free,
danced as he told her about all of the places he had been and the people that
he had met. Joseph spoke of far away places full of exotic things, while Carl,
her husband, whined endlessly about his workplace and the trivial problems of
life.
Despite the letter that was attached to the envelope, she felt a strange
attraction to the memory of his strong hands that soothed her skin with erotic
caresses, his mouth, warm and wet, as it mashed passionately against her own
lips, and his sculptured body as he pressed it against hers.
Her body betrayed her, causing her mind to flood with sensual images. Deep
rooted desires poured into her mind and words that were spoken softly into her
ear drifted back into her consciousness from her memory. With an empty
passion, she sobbed becoming weak once more. Her yearning, as though it was a
sickness, ached her heart and heated her body with arousal.
She ignored the cool morning air of the drafty kitchen. The fire burned inside
her, stoking the need to be full of him, to engulf his manhood, his presence,
essence and soul with her own body. Her arousal burned and her hand sought out
the source of her erotic discomfort, denying that he had abused their romantic
interlude with a crass photo and letter that spoke of blackmail. Instead, she
remembered the strong grip of his hands on her hips as he lunged, in and out,
from behind. He had taken her with wild animal abandon, ceasing his erotic
rhythms only to turn her over. Face to face, they lay as he impaled her. The
feelings were exquisite, blissful, dirty, nasty, and bestial. Pure lust, the
kind she had only read about, consumed their copulation. They didn't make
love; they fucked.
Part of her, the part that still loved her husband dearly, recoiled in anger at
the mere thought that 16 years of marriage were in jeopardy only because of her
moment of weakness.
Katrina's mind became blank of all worry as her hand parted her robe, ran over
her the soft downy hair of her mound, then pressed against her moistened slit.
A lone finger slid into her soft folds as her breath caught in her throat at
the sudden sensation. Her body quivered with passion, her knees started to
buckle, and she breathing became erratic as she climbed the spiral to ecstasy.
She hunched over and gripped the counter's edge, so she wouldn't collapse into
a frenzied heap on the floor. Her hips churned and gyrated, pressing her slit
against her fingers. She was slick with arousal, which enabled her finger to
enter her tight sheath very easily. She froze for a moment on the edge of
orgasm, and then her body shook uncontrollably.
She came down from her orgasmic high and the tears began to dry upon her pale
cheek. She knew what she had to do, but it wasn't easy because Carl usually
handled all their finances. She knew that she would do anything to stop her
marriage from collapsing into a pile of ruined memories. Katrina brought her
hands to her face in dismay, touching the softness of her cheek, which was
still dewy from the tears. She thought about the comfort that she felt in her
husband's arms as he kissed on the forehead before he had left for work that
morning.
The phone rang, disturbing her silent meditation.
"Katrina," Joseph said. "We need to talk. I'll be over in a half an hour,
please have the money for me when I arrive."
"No! I mean, I can't get that kind of money. Besides, it isn't safe for you
to come here."
"You either pay me the money or I talk to your rich hubby. It's as simple as
that," he said calmly.
"All right, I will get you the damn money! But, you can't come over here!
Carl might find you here."
"He's at work isn't he?" Joseph asked with a wavering voice.
"Yes, but...he comes home for lunch sometimes," she said, worrying that he
wouldn't believe her.
"You know where I am. I expect you to come with the money." He hung up.
Katrina dropped the phone and scampered to her husband's den. She rooted
around his desk, until she found the checkbook. It sat right beside a pearl
handled gun. It was loaded, and when she picked it up, the weight felt good in
her hand. It was a solution, a permanent one.
***
11:30 A.M.
Katrina knocked on the door, and Joseph ushered her inside. "You're late," he
said.
"I had some things that I needed to do," replied Katrina.
"Do you have the money?" he asked.
"Yes, but first --" she started to say as she unbuttoned her blouse. "Why
don't we say goodbye? The right way."
"Well, this was unexpected." He grinned as he sat down on the bed.
She slowly took off her blouse, and approached her lover. She threw her head
back as he buried his face between her breasts, kissing the soft flesh with his
mouth. After taking off her skirt, she stood naked before him in the barely
lit bedroom. He hurried to take off his pants, which left him clad in only his
underwear. His pulsing cock bulged his shorts.
Katrina licked her lips, studying his well-muscled body with a sexual stare.
Her eyes were hungry to see his overly large manhood. She bent over and pulled
the underwear down over his thighs, causing her face to come within inches of
him.
She stuck out her tongue and swabbed the head with dainty licks before she took
all of him into her mouth. Her lipstick smeared down the shaft and she tasted
his salty pre-cum. Without warning, she stood up.
"I have something for you in my purse," she said, reaching inside to grip the
handle of the small gun. She looked into his eyes, which showed no emotion.
"You wouldn't?" he said.
"Good bye, Joseph," she said.
(c) Hawk Richards <hawkrds@aol.com>
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Authors Note:
You may find more of my stories archived at http://members.aol.com/hawkrds & at
the ASSM archive. I like hearing from readers, so please feel free to comment
on whether you liked it or not.
Second Note: It's not a good idea to kill off your lovers with a gun or any
other lethal weapon. I do not condone violence.
Hawk Richards
hawkrds@aol.com
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