Kat’s Fancy
The big white tractor-trailer rig roared down the highway
toward Midland. To a trained eye the trailer would have seemed
oversized, but there may have been some doubt. In actuality it
was several feet taller and wider than it should be, but there
was a good reason for that. It was just large enough to clear
the overpasses on that particular highway, and the truck never
went anyhwere other than the stretch of road between Dallas and
Midland. It was a truck built for a specific purpose. It was a
rolling whorehouse, complete with chairs, tables, a bar, and even
a few rooms at the front of the trailer. It was big enough for
50 or 60 people, if they didn't mind being crowded.
In the back of the trailer John, half owner of the rig, collected a row of beer cans from a rowdy group of cowboys and swept them into the trash, despite their vocal objections.
"Hey, we were collecting those," one boy stood. John pushed him back down and shook a finger in his face. "You're drunk, son, don't push it." John was over six feet tall and built like the Mac truck they rode in. "Those cans can hurt somebody if the driver slams on the brakes and they get underfoot."
They nodded and John stood with his back to the wall watching Kat, short for Katheryn, singing and swinging just above their heads.
"Who wants to tickle Kat's fancy?" the bartender who also did duty as an announcer asked over the PA system as he cranked Kat's swing down to head level. Several young men yelled and clapped until one brave 18 years old stood. His budies cheered as he stood and approached the girl on the swing. With cheers and jeers, he mashed his eager face between her legs and began eating Kat's pussy as he swayed unsteadily on his feet. Kat closed her eyes and moaned in sheer pleasure. The young man held firmly to Kat's little ass, as his mouth worked in her pussy. John was very familiar with that pussy, he was married to it. He and Kat had been married for over three years. She had been working as a high priced hooker, and he had been a sailor on leave, when they met and married. Kat had made the stipulation that she would not give up her career, and she had meant it. In the end, John gave up his career for the more lucrative bawdy house business on wheels.
John looked over the rows of tables and chairs and found three whores giving blowjobs. He realized that two of the girls were missing. He approached the small cabins built into the front of the trailer and knocked on each door lightly.
"Everything alright in there?" he asked as he passed. "Fine," came the answer from each room. He nodded to himself and made his way to the front of the trailer. He opened a sliding panel and stepped out on a rounded platform, carefully slid open the metal door at the back of the sleeper cab, and slid inside. In a moment he sat in the passengers seat.
"How's everything back there?" the driver asked casually.
"Couldn't be better. Kat must get eaten a thousand times a week, and she still enjoys it every time. Business is booming. All the whores are banging away back there, and the moneys rolling in."
The driver nodded with a half smile. "I never thought I'd be driving a rolling whore house," the man said for the thousandth time since John hired him. "I've almost reached the turn-around point. We sure as hell don't want to take this oversized trailer anywhere near the weigh station. You'd better warn them to hang on back there."
"Nah, just turn around slowly, they're all full grown."
The truck slowed and made it's way down the clover leaf. They found a State Patrol car hiding just out of sight, watching traffic. John hated that, trucks almost never needed to turn around, they went directly from one destination to another. Turning made the truck look suspicious.
"Just smile and keep going," John said between clenched teeth. He looked down at the cop with the radar in his lap and nodded amiably, while whispering, "that cop will never have kids."
"Shit, I thought we were dead," the driver gasped as they pulled into the eastbound lane. Ahead was a sign announcing that Dallas was 113 miles away.
"Just drive carefully and for heavens sake, don't break the speed limit."
"I never do," the driver said with sweat dripping down his face. John stood, patted him on the shoulder, and made his way to the back again.
Nothing had changed, other than the guy eating Kat's pussy. John watched her face carefully to see if she was really enjoying it or just faking. After three years of marriage, he still couldn't tell. John looked more carefully at the guy eating his wife, and decided that he didn't like the looks of the guy. He badly needed a shave and a bath too for that matter. John realized that some guys came in right off their jobs, but this one looked different, cruel, perhaps. John went to his personal cubbyhole built into the back of the room, slid a long, narrow blackjack out, and slid it into his belt. He pulled his shirt down and assumed a smile, as he sauntered closer to Kat. John might be a big guy, but he was smart enough to realize that even he needed help occasionally. The same cubbyhole contained several cans of mace, and a 357 magnum. He had something there for every emergency. John stood close to Kat and smiled at the audience of just over 30 people, as he watched Kat being eaten. Suddenly another member of the audience stood and approached Kat from the back. Without asking, he placed his tongue at the entrance of Kat's bare asshole where it hung over the bar of the swing, and began licking vigorously.
"That's a new one," John mumbled while watching Kat's face for a reaction. At first it was shock, then it was replaced by a look of pure passion. Her half-closed eyes locked with John's and she smiled sexily. John felt himself getting a hard-on for the first time in years. He seldom became aroused by the floor show any more, but this one was turning kinky.
Suddenly, the man eating Kat realized that his show was being stolen by the man eating her ass. With a bellow of rage he pushed the younger man back, slamming him into a table of drinkers. The baton appeared in John's hands almost by magic, and swung down, hitting the bully in the back of the head. John motioned several men to haul the unconscious man to a chair at the rear of the room. He looked up to see Kat motioning him forward. The MC was lowering the swing. When it reached waist level Kat slid out of the swing, turned, and bent over. The crowd roared as Kat presented her shapely ass to John. John turned red, but his hard- on had not abated. Impulsively he unbuckled his pants and stepped forward. He clenched his teeth when is penis touched her warm pussy lips for the first time. They were still wet from her eating and he slid inside easily. They gasped simultaneously as the warm lips encircled his massive piece of meat. John looked up to see if the audience had noticed, and saw a sudden rush by the whores to service their clients. John decided that the newer version of the floor show was good for business, but this was his last appearance.
"Bang me good, honey, I need it," Kat whispered to John.
"You look so sexy up there tonight, girl."
"I know I do you beautiful asshole. Now fuck me good."
John slid his long piece of meat in and out of his beautiful blonde wife's pussy. She was a real blonde, her sweet pussy was rimmed by curly blonde hairs which really turned on the guys, and a few of the girls. John and Kat seldom actually had sex any more, this was a treat for them. They actually spent more time with other people, than they did with each other. John unofficially took care of the occasional girls who asked for a good fuck, and Kat, of course, was done by a multitude of men each night. It was a hell of a way of life, but they liked it and they were rolling in money.
John's hips were slapping into Kat's sweet ass. She swung forward and back on the swing, adding to the impact of his prick as it stretched her wet pussy. His entire ten inches of meat slid in and out of her wet hole, it's two inch width filled her pussy to the bursting point. She could feel ever inch of John slide up inside her ass and into an are just beneath her stomach. It was pure pleasure, like fucking a horse, or a donkey.
"Shit, I'm going to cum," John whispered. He was surprised into awareness by a round of cheers in the crowd. As he looked up and blinked, he felt his cum exploding from his balls and spurting down the long length of his prick. His cum added to the wet warmth inside Kat, and she began panting and squirming, then screamed long and loud as her own orgasm hit, wracking her body with pain and pleasure. She was still slapping and wiggling on John's cock long after the sensitive organ wanted to be left alone, but she would not let him pull away until she was totally satisfied, no matter how much it hurt his sensitive member. He ground his teeth and closed his eyes, waiting for his wife's sweet ass to stop wiggling. Then with a sigh, his wife finally relaxed and pulled away. She sat up on the swing and leaned back against him. A guy jumped up from the crowd and bent in front of Kat, licking her pussy clean.
John felt hands on his own thighs, then a mouth cleaning his member carefully and lovingly. He let his head sink down on Kat's sweetly scented shoulder and enjoyed the feeling. It was easier to stand, using the chains of the swing for support, while the unknown woman gave him some tender loving care. John realized that she was really good. Her hot mouth was sucking him like he had never been sucked before, even by his highly experienced wife. A gentle hand was milking his balls with just the right amount of pressure.
"Oh god, that's good," John whispered in Kat's ear. She smiled at him and looked down, then tapping him on the forehead she pointed down at his crotch. John looked down to see a young man kneeling in front of him. As he looked the man smiled up, continuing John's blowjob.
"He's good," John said with a shrug, then looked back down to see the boy taking his entire prick into his mouth. That was the most amazing thing he had ever seen. Nobody had ever taken his entire prick in their mouth before, it was like trying to swallow a wine bottle.
The boy switched tactics. With one hand still massaging John's balls, the boy began sucking on the head of his dick, while his other hand slowly jacked him off. This was John's first time, he had never touched another man before, but he decided that if a blowjob from a man felt so good, he might try it again. It was so damned good!
"I'm cumming," John whispered into Kat's ear.
"Me too," she whispered and kissed him on the lips. They continued the kiss as John felt the fire burning in his balls, and his cock suddenly began spurting his thick cum into the young man's mouth. The man drank greedily, smiling up at John, although John couldn't see it. After an eternity, the man released John's balls and pulled his mouth off his huge prick, licking his lips and standing reluctantly.
John broke the kiss and turned to look at the man.
"Thanks," he said simply, "this night is free for you."
"My pleasure," the man said with a surprised smile as he returned to his seat.
Kat was panting again with tiny little kitten meows. John turned and held her around the waist while he gave her a deep kiss, watching the man between her legs lapping eagerly. John knew he was tasting John's cum as well as Kat's pussy juices, giving her another huge orgasm. John held the tongue-searching kiss until Kat gently wilted and fell back against him.
"I'm done for the night," she sighed, "get me off here, sweetheart."
John pulled her off and sat her on a bar stool, then handed her a robe. He looked around for Fay, a little kitten faced brunette, and motioned for her to take the swing. There were shouts of joy as she slid up on the swing and began swinging with a joyful smile on her face.
"She's after your job," John said, sitting at the bar with Kat and accepting a drink.
"She can have it, I'm ready to retire.
"Like hell you are, you love ever bit of it."
"Yeah, I do. No man could satisfy my obsession with sex, not even you, husband. This is my paradise."
"I know. If you ever do retire we will be the wealthiest couple in the Virgin Islands."
"Oh how wonderful. I'm almost tempted to retire now. Oh, oh, that guy is waking up, you'd better speak to him before he starts a ruckus."
John nodded again and kissed his wife, then started for the guy with a sore head. It was just another night on Interstate 10.
In the back of the trailer John, half owner of the rig, collected a row of beer cans from a rowdy group of cowboys and swept them into the trash, despite their vocal objections.
"Hey, we were collecting those," one boy stood. John pushed him back down and shook a finger in his face. "You're drunk, son, don't push it." John was over six feet tall and built like the Mac truck they rode in. "Those cans can hurt somebody if the driver slams on the brakes and they get underfoot."
They nodded and John stood with his back to the wall watching Kat, short for Katheryn, singing and swinging just above their heads.
"Who wants to tickle Kat's fancy?" the bartender who also did duty as an announcer asked over the PA system as he cranked Kat's swing down to head level. Several young men yelled and clapped until one brave 18 years old stood. His budies cheered as he stood and approached the girl on the swing. With cheers and jeers, he mashed his eager face between her legs and began eating Kat's pussy as he swayed unsteadily on his feet. Kat closed her eyes and moaned in sheer pleasure. The young man held firmly to Kat's little ass, as his mouth worked in her pussy. John was very familiar with that pussy, he was married to it. He and Kat had been married for over three years. She had been working as a high priced hooker, and he had been a sailor on leave, when they met and married. Kat had made the stipulation that she would not give up her career, and she had meant it. In the end, John gave up his career for the more lucrative bawdy house business on wheels.
John looked over the rows of tables and chairs and found three whores giving blowjobs. He realized that two of the girls were missing. He approached the small cabins built into the front of the trailer and knocked on each door lightly.
"Everything alright in there?" he asked as he passed. "Fine," came the answer from each room. He nodded to himself and made his way to the front of the trailer. He opened a sliding panel and stepped out on a rounded platform, carefully slid open the metal door at the back of the sleeper cab, and slid inside. In a moment he sat in the passengers seat.
"How's everything back there?" the driver asked casually.
"Couldn't be better. Kat must get eaten a thousand times a week, and she still enjoys it every time. Business is booming. All the whores are banging away back there, and the moneys rolling in."
The driver nodded with a half smile. "I never thought I'd be driving a rolling whore house," the man said for the thousandth time since John hired him. "I've almost reached the turn-around point. We sure as hell don't want to take this oversized trailer anywhere near the weigh station. You'd better warn them to hang on back there."
"Nah, just turn around slowly, they're all full grown."
The truck slowed and made it's way down the clover leaf. They found a State Patrol car hiding just out of sight, watching traffic. John hated that, trucks almost never needed to turn around, they went directly from one destination to another. Turning made the truck look suspicious.
"Just smile and keep going," John said between clenched teeth. He looked down at the cop with the radar in his lap and nodded amiably, while whispering, "that cop will never have kids."
"Shit, I thought we were dead," the driver gasped as they pulled into the eastbound lane. Ahead was a sign announcing that Dallas was 113 miles away.
"Just drive carefully and for heavens sake, don't break the speed limit."
"I never do," the driver said with sweat dripping down his face. John stood, patted him on the shoulder, and made his way to the back again.
Nothing had changed, other than the guy eating Kat's pussy. John watched her face carefully to see if she was really enjoying it or just faking. After three years of marriage, he still couldn't tell. John looked more carefully at the guy eating his wife, and decided that he didn't like the looks of the guy. He badly needed a shave and a bath too for that matter. John realized that some guys came in right off their jobs, but this one looked different, cruel, perhaps. John went to his personal cubbyhole built into the back of the room, slid a long, narrow blackjack out, and slid it into his belt. He pulled his shirt down and assumed a smile, as he sauntered closer to Kat. John might be a big guy, but he was smart enough to realize that even he needed help occasionally. The same cubbyhole contained several cans of mace, and a 357 magnum. He had something there for every emergency. John stood close to Kat and smiled at the audience of just over 30 people, as he watched Kat being eaten. Suddenly another member of the audience stood and approached Kat from the back. Without asking, he placed his tongue at the entrance of Kat's bare asshole where it hung over the bar of the swing, and began licking vigorously.
"That's a new one," John mumbled while watching Kat's face for a reaction. At first it was shock, then it was replaced by a look of pure passion. Her half-closed eyes locked with John's and she smiled sexily. John felt himself getting a hard-on for the first time in years. He seldom became aroused by the floor show any more, but this one was turning kinky.
Suddenly, the man eating Kat realized that his show was being stolen by the man eating her ass. With a bellow of rage he pushed the younger man back, slamming him into a table of drinkers. The baton appeared in John's hands almost by magic, and swung down, hitting the bully in the back of the head. John motioned several men to haul the unconscious man to a chair at the rear of the room. He looked up to see Kat motioning him forward. The MC was lowering the swing. When it reached waist level Kat slid out of the swing, turned, and bent over. The crowd roared as Kat presented her shapely ass to John. John turned red, but his hard- on had not abated. Impulsively he unbuckled his pants and stepped forward. He clenched his teeth when is penis touched her warm pussy lips for the first time. They were still wet from her eating and he slid inside easily. They gasped simultaneously as the warm lips encircled his massive piece of meat. John looked up to see if the audience had noticed, and saw a sudden rush by the whores to service their clients. John decided that the newer version of the floor show was good for business, but this was his last appearance.
"Bang me good, honey, I need it," Kat whispered to John.
"You look so sexy up there tonight, girl."
"I know I do you beautiful asshole. Now fuck me good."
John slid his long piece of meat in and out of his beautiful blonde wife's pussy. She was a real blonde, her sweet pussy was rimmed by curly blonde hairs which really turned on the guys, and a few of the girls. John and Kat seldom actually had sex any more, this was a treat for them. They actually spent more time with other people, than they did with each other. John unofficially took care of the occasional girls who asked for a good fuck, and Kat, of course, was done by a multitude of men each night. It was a hell of a way of life, but they liked it and they were rolling in money.
John's hips were slapping into Kat's sweet ass. She swung forward and back on the swing, adding to the impact of his prick as it stretched her wet pussy. His entire ten inches of meat slid in and out of her wet hole, it's two inch width filled her pussy to the bursting point. She could feel ever inch of John slide up inside her ass and into an are just beneath her stomach. It was pure pleasure, like fucking a horse, or a donkey.
"Shit, I'm going to cum," John whispered. He was surprised into awareness by a round of cheers in the crowd. As he looked up and blinked, he felt his cum exploding from his balls and spurting down the long length of his prick. His cum added to the wet warmth inside Kat, and she began panting and squirming, then screamed long and loud as her own orgasm hit, wracking her body with pain and pleasure. She was still slapping and wiggling on John's cock long after the sensitive organ wanted to be left alone, but she would not let him pull away until she was totally satisfied, no matter how much it hurt his sensitive member. He ground his teeth and closed his eyes, waiting for his wife's sweet ass to stop wiggling. Then with a sigh, his wife finally relaxed and pulled away. She sat up on the swing and leaned back against him. A guy jumped up from the crowd and bent in front of Kat, licking her pussy clean.
John felt hands on his own thighs, then a mouth cleaning his member carefully and lovingly. He let his head sink down on Kat's sweetly scented shoulder and enjoyed the feeling. It was easier to stand, using the chains of the swing for support, while the unknown woman gave him some tender loving care. John realized that she was really good. Her hot mouth was sucking him like he had never been sucked before, even by his highly experienced wife. A gentle hand was milking his balls with just the right amount of pressure.
"Oh god, that's good," John whispered in Kat's ear. She smiled at him and looked down, then tapping him on the forehead she pointed down at his crotch. John looked down to see a young man kneeling in front of him. As he looked the man smiled up, continuing John's blowjob.
"He's good," John said with a shrug, then looked back down to see the boy taking his entire prick into his mouth. That was the most amazing thing he had ever seen. Nobody had ever taken his entire prick in their mouth before, it was like trying to swallow a wine bottle.
The boy switched tactics. With one hand still massaging John's balls, the boy began sucking on the head of his dick, while his other hand slowly jacked him off. This was John's first time, he had never touched another man before, but he decided that if a blowjob from a man felt so good, he might try it again. It was so damned good!
"I'm cumming," John whispered into Kat's ear.
"Me too," she whispered and kissed him on the lips. They continued the kiss as John felt the fire burning in his balls, and his cock suddenly began spurting his thick cum into the young man's mouth. The man drank greedily, smiling up at John, although John couldn't see it. After an eternity, the man released John's balls and pulled his mouth off his huge prick, licking his lips and standing reluctantly.
John broke the kiss and turned to look at the man.
"Thanks," he said simply, "this night is free for you."
"My pleasure," the man said with a surprised smile as he returned to his seat.
Kat was panting again with tiny little kitten meows. John turned and held her around the waist while he gave her a deep kiss, watching the man between her legs lapping eagerly. John knew he was tasting John's cum as well as Kat's pussy juices, giving her another huge orgasm. John held the tongue-searching kiss until Kat gently wilted and fell back against him.
"I'm done for the night," she sighed, "get me off here, sweetheart."
John pulled her off and sat her on a bar stool, then handed her a robe. He looked around for Fay, a little kitten faced brunette, and motioned for her to take the swing. There were shouts of joy as she slid up on the swing and began swinging with a joyful smile on her face.
"She's after your job," John said, sitting at the bar with Kat and accepting a drink.
"She can have it, I'm ready to retire.
"Like hell you are, you love ever bit of it."
"Yeah, I do. No man could satisfy my obsession with sex, not even you, husband. This is my paradise."
"I know. If you ever do retire we will be the wealthiest couple in the Virgin Islands."
"Oh how wonderful. I'm almost tempted to retire now. Oh, oh, that guy is waking up, you'd better speak to him before he starts a ruckus."
John nodded again and kissed his wife, then started for the guy with a sore head. It was just another night on Interstate 10.